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Smutty's drabbles from the World of Twelve	By : smuttyspouic Category: +S through Z > Wakfu Views: 5555 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A twelve years old Tristepin wandered alone in the desert, battered and sunburnt. Two days and two nights spent walking without anything to eat and only little to drink had left him on the verge of exhaustion, and he knew that there was no giving up, no safeguard for quitters. Only death.
But such was the warrior's way.
When the lonely rock came into view, Tristepin thought it was an illusion straight out of his heat-stricken head. Yet he stared at it some more and realized it was there, his goal, his objective. He was going to make it out of his trial alive after all. He was going to make his master proud.
Tristepin found the entrance of the cave and wandered inside for a while, barely able to stand, when a strong arm gripped his throat.
“You did great, my apprentice,” Goultard whispered in his ear. “One last challenge and you'll be a true Iop warrior.”
Goultard let go of the young boy, who was too tired to stand up and fell limply to the floor.
Tristepin already had an idea what the last trial was about. Thus when he looked over his shoulder he wasn't surprised to see his master untie his belt and drop his pants, his enormous shaft already standing at full attention.
Seeing Goultard naked was nothing new for him. Tristepin had spent a lot of time in his young years learning how to please his master with his hands, his mouth, and various other parts of his body. But there was one thing they had never done, one thing that had to be preserved for this precise occasion.
Goultard firmly gripped the boy's tattered pants and shred them apart easily, leaving the young gingerhead lying naked on the cave's floor. Then he grabbed Tristepin's head and roughly shoved the full length of his cock inside. The boy was used to it and let his throat welcome the invasion.
“Make sure to get my dick real wet,” Goultard instructed.
Despite the desert heat and the dehydration that made his mouth dry, Tristepin did his best to drool all over his master's cock while it pounded his throat mercilessly. Soon the shaft was all wet and glistening, and the young Iop, very pleased with himself. He already knew enough about gay sex to be thankful his master let him lube that impressive fuckpole with his spit before forcibly taking his virginity.
However when Goultard retreated from his apprentice’s mouth, that was only to grab a handful of sand from the cave's floor and pour it all over his glossy cock. The sand grains stuck to his wet shaft, coating it nicely, and Tristepin understood fully what he was in for. He looked at his master with fearful eyes, yet he knew there would be no pleading and no begging allowed. He had to take it, because such was the warrior's way.
“This is your last trial,” Goultard announced solemnly. “True warriors know better than to cry and whine when they face it. They know how to take the pain. Will you make me proud?”
“I will, master,” Tristepin answered as firmly as he could.
Goultard nodded. “Good. Now offer yourself to me.”
Tristepin did as he was told, getting on all four with his legs widely spread and his little bottom propped up for his master. Goultard didn't lose any time. He grabbed the boy's slim hips firmly, and thrust all the way in.
A seventeen years old Tristepin was recounting this story to an horrified thirteen years old Yugo.
“I can't believe he did that to you,” the boy whispered in shock, his eyes shimmering with incoming tears. Tristepin smiled warmly and kissed him on the forehead.
“I survived,” the Iop said reassuringly. “Thanks to his training, I can take a good beating today.”
“You don't need to rape people to train them,” Yugo insisted bitterly. “He's crazy. Batshit insane, even. How can you show him respect after what he did to you?”
Tristepin opened his mouth to answer, then he closed it. Bah, how could he explain anyway. There was things that little Yugo, bathed in unconditional love ever since Alibert had found him, couldn't understand at all. Without Goultard, Tristepin wouldn't have been more than a peasant. Without Goultard, Tristepin wouldn't have been able to withstand so much without complaints. Without Goultard, Tristepin wouldn't have become a knight.
A fair trade for a sore butt, he always told himself.
Tristepin gently stroked Yugo's round shoulder as the boy rested his head on the warrior's firm chest. They were enjoying one of the very few intimate moments they could afford.
“How was your own first time anyway?” Tristepin asked to brighten the mood.
Yugo tilted his head upward, staring into the knight's eyes. “Well I wasn't raped, if that's what you're asking.”
Tristepin smiled gently. “I didn't mean that. It was with Alibert, wasn't it?”
Yugo nodded. “Yeah. We've been lovers since as far as I can remember. Still he never forced me to do anything, you know,” he said a bit defensively.
It wasn't the first time Tristepin noticed how Yugo seemed to expect mockery because he'd had sex with his adoptive father. Yet Tristepin would be the last to judge, being himself quite unsure about his own sexuality, engaged as he was with a charming young woman while diddling an underage but willing boy in secret at the same time. Nothing too complicated for sure.
“I never said he did,” Tristepin corrected. “I'm sure there was only love between you two.”
“Hmm. Anyway, we'd been having sex for a long while, mainly touching and sucking each other, but I wanted more than that. Papa was afraid he'd hurt me, and I had to insist... quite a lot.”
Yugo's mischievous smile was enough to tell how he had pestered his adoptive father day in, day out, until he gave in. Tristepin had seen for himself how the young boy always knew perfectly well what he wanted when it came to sex. And how he always managed to get it in the end.
“After some time, Papa agreed to do it on my twelfth birthday,” Yugo continued. “And to be honest that's the best present he could give me. During the weeks before I... trained my hole, so it wouldn't hurt too much. Cause, you know, Papa is quite big.”
Tristepin chuckled. “How does one 'train' his hole?”
“I put stuff inside,” Yugo explained casually. “Stuff like carrots, and even a cucumber.”
“Wow,” the Iop said appreciatively when he realized Goultard's cock wasn't even as big as a regular cucumber. “So I guess you were more than ready for Alibert when the day came?”
It was Yugo's turn to giggle, his breath tickling Tristepin's skin. “I was, but Papa wasn't. He was too scared he'd hurt me. He insisted to stretch my hole even more, and when I argued that he would enjoy it more if I was still a bit tight, he said it was either that or we didn't do it at all. So he spent like an hour playing with my hole, and he has those big fingers, he made me cum two times before we even got started.”
Tristepin could see Yugo's moonstruck look as he remembered that special moment with the man he loved, and it was just too cute. He cuddled Yugo's naked body closer to him, playfully grabbing one of the boy's round buttocks, enjoying the touch of his soft skin as always. Bringing back those memories had made Yugo hard, his small shaft poking Tristepin in the belly, but to be fair he was seldom flaccid when they were together.
“And then he took you?” Tristepin guessed.
Yugo nodded cheerfully. “Yeah, for sure he did. He rode me the way I wanted, all the way in with each thrust, and it was... perfect. I was on my back so we could see each other. It didn't hurt at all, and it felt like... like he became part of me. You know? As if we were one. It's exactly how I always wanted to feel like with Papa.”
Tristepin knew that feeling very well. Not from Goultard's brutal onslaught, but from the 'quality time' he spent with Eva. He had never done it with Yugo though, not yet. It would mean a higher level of commitment in their relation, something neither of them was ready for.
“And you came?” Tristepin asked.
“I don't remember how many times,” Yugo said with a cute giggle. “Papa's dick was pressing on my magic spot, I didn't even play with myself. It was really perfect. After that, we kept doing it every few days, until... until I left.”
Tristepin felt a bit of sadness in the way Yugo said those words, and he realized the boy was missing more than just his father. He was missing his lover too, someone who gave him all sorts of pleasurable feelings that made him understand how special he was. That was likely the reason why Yugo had rushed into Tristepin's arms on the first occasion. And of course the Iop was the last to complain.
They both fell silent, quietly enjoying the pleasant sensations from their soft cuddling, and Tristepin mused about the inevitable day when Yugo would press him to have their real first time together. Of course the boy wouldn't realize how serious their relation would become after that. It was the limit Tristepin was willing not to cross, and he could only hope Yugo would understand.
Tristepin softly kissed the top of Yugo's hat, only to notice the boy was already fast asleep in his arms. Looking at his angelic face, Tristepin could easily imagine them doing it. He pictured Yugo on his back, panting and sweating and grinning cutely as he held his hand or caressed his cheek. He could easily imagine Yugo being just as demanding and directive and dominant as he always was when they had sex together, urging him... no, commanding him to thrust harder and faster. And Tristepin would argue for the sake of not looking too weak, just before he easily gave in to Yugo's breathless pleas while still making sure he couldn't hurt him in any way.
And the more Tristepin thought about it, the more that frightening truth sank in. He could perfectly picture Yugo's cheerful mug, his large toothy grin and his shiny eyes as he asked Tristepin to fuck him.
He'd been through the warrior's way. He was supposed to be among the strongest. But Tristepin fully realized that if Yugo really asked, then he would never have the strength to tell him no.
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