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The Hermit and The Dimwit

The Akki forest was oddly quiet that day. The usual array of chirping and squawking birds strangely absent, leaving the dark and foreboding woods completely silent as the bright sun rose high into the midday sky. Usually for Castor Maddox this peace and quiet would have been a godsend. The still air meaning that for once he could enjoy his daily trek into the woods without the incessant noise barraging his boxed ears as he casually walked through the brush. But for some reason that day, the lack of sound just wasn't sitting right in the fifty-five year old hermit's gut.

Castor had been so unsettled by all this that he had brought his trusty woodcutting axe with him when he had left the safety of his little cottage located close to the forest's edge. Thinking that he might need some kind of protection during his chore of fetching fresh water. Hopefully the feeling of extreme trepidation running through his mind was just his own imagination getting the better of him. A trick caused by his ageing mind and the creeping madness that came with being alone for so long. After all Castor had lived next to the Akki forest since he had been a young twenty year old man. Packing up all his belonging and moving as far away as he could from the overcrowded and noisy village he had called home.

But now after a good three and a half decades later at fifty-five years old Castor was beginning to wonder if his decision so long ago had been the wisest of choices. Maybe having someone to watch his back as he strolled nervously down leaf littered path would have set him at ease. Of course as soon as he considered this the thickset bearded man violently shook it out of his mind and stomped forward. He enjoyed his life better without having to deal with all the dimwits he had been forced to endure during his early life in the village. Better off doing his chores without someone chattering away in his ear, better off cooking and eating his humble meals by himself, better off sitting on his porch alone watching the sun set by himself. Hell, even his sex life was better off. There was no one to take up half his bed after the deed was done or drink the booze he enjoyed after a good orgasm.

Shrugging off the last vestiges of lingering thoughts of companionship the surly hermit readjusted the large bucket in his left hand and the axe in his right and quickened his pace towards the small freshwater lake he used for drinking water. It took only a few more minutes for the older man to finally get to the location sighing as the bright blue of the water came into view. But just as he was about to take a step out of the bushes an ear piercing howl sounded through the trees. Causing Castor to flinch and drop everything in his hands to the ground in surprise.

Castor knew the call of every creature that called Akki forest their home by heart. From the simple birds and squirrels to the woods more dangerous inhabitants, the savage monsters themselves. So there was no doubt in the old man's mind that what he had just heard was a werewolf's cry. Incredibly dangerous beasts that would tear out an unsuspecting animals or humans throat without the slightest provocation. Without second thought Castor picked up his dropped axe for protection and ran back into the overgrowth. Quickly ducking behind the closest tree as he frantically peered around the area. The hermit had to only wait for a few moments before the vicious owner of the howls made themselves known. Three of the bipedal wolves dressed in ill-fitting clothing running out of the trees at top speed. Their sharp teeth gnashing like whips and animalistic snarls echoing throughout the area.

But what surprised the hiding human was the fourth creature that had come out of the greenery just before the three lycanthropes. Running away from the trio, short and heavyset body jiggling as it ran for its life was what Castor recognized as a troll. A slightly dimwitted beast that was usually only found in the mountains of the Akki kingdom. The hermit wondered why such creature would be so deep into the woods, let alone being chased by the wolves.

Morbid interest in the spectacle going on before him Castor watched shrewdly from his hiding spot nestled behind the treeline as the troll continued its escape. At first it appeared that the chubby monster was going to outrun his pursues. The three werewolves not as fast as their prey in the slippery mud surrounding the lake. Unfortunately for the troll its luck so vanished, The uncoordinated beast tripping over its own large feet with a surprised yelp falling face first into the earth below him. The three werewolves seeing that their quarry had fallen were on the poor monster in a matter of seconds. Clawing at their victim's body with their claws and kicking at him with their powerful legs.

"This'll teach you to enter our territory!" The largest of the wolves growled. "Stupid troll thinking that you and your kind could challenge us!"

The bruised and beaten troll rolled over onto his back, trying to use its arms and hands to cover his face. "Me sorry! Me sorry!" It cried out rather pathetically. "Trolls not trying to take territory honest! Only wanted to help!"

"Yeah right!" Another of the wolves snapped. The growling beast kicked the troll hard and took hold of the whimpering creature's tail. "You fat fuckers just wanted our land! Admit it bastard!"

Castor was surprised. He had never seen such a display from the inhabitants of the Akki kingdom before. Sure some were mean in nature, arguing and growling at each other over petty disputes. But never before had he witnessed the attacking each other. Usually they reserved that sort of activity to their encounters with humans. Focusing on the face of the battered troll the hermit tried to figure out why the thing deserved such treatment. However what he saw was the tear stained cheeks and an obviously broken nose of a creature that wasn't even fighting back, pleading for his life while uncaring Werewolves around him continued their assault.

What happened next Castor would later call the stupidest thing he had ever done in his life. Because after one of the wolves pulled the troll's tail taunt and produced a knife about to sever the appendage, he lost all of his remaining self-control. Without thinking he ran out from his place behind the tree. A war cry issuing from his lips as he swung the axe in his hands at the wolves like a madman.

The werewolves barely had time to react to Castor's sudden appearance. Only the two younger ones having the foresight to jump out of the way as the human's improvised weapon swung wildly in their direction. The largest of the trio wasn't as lucky though. The sharp edge of the axe striking the canines arm and leaving a nasty gaping wound in its wake. The now injured wolf staggered backwards a few steps after he was attacked, looking at Castor as if he couldn't believe what had happened before he let out an agonized scream and clutched his bleeding limb.

"Alpha Jacob!" One of the smaller werewolves shouted in panic. "A-are you alright."

"What the hell do you think?" The large wolf snarled at his underling. Grimacing, the hurt werewolf turned back to his attacker, face pulling back into a mean looking sneer as he eyed the old human.

Castor for his part tried his best to not look intimidated by the beast and stepped between the fallen troll and the three lycanthropes. "Begone, ya mangy mutts!" He said, puffing up his chest in a display of defiance. "You've had your fun with this one now, so it's time to go."

The human's bluff didn't seem to faze the largest of the wolves. The creature slowly advancing towards the man with deadly intent in his eyes. "I hope you've made your peace with you maker human!" He growled lowly. "Because the three of us are going to... go-going to..." Whatever threat the monster was going to make never left his fanged mouth. The beast picking that exact moment to look down at his arm for the first time and promptly passing out when he saw all the bloody damage his attacker had done during his attack. Yellow eyes rolling back into his head and muscular frame falling to the ground with a heavy thud, a puff of dirt and fallen leaves kicking up from ground in his wake.

Both of the other werewolves made whimpering sounds and fell to their knees next to their fallen leader trying to wake him back up. "W-what happened!?" One asked as he fanned the larger wolves face with his hands.

"I... I think he passed out." The other said in shock. "It must be the loss of blood or something. L-let's get him back to the pack!" the two monsters nodded to each other and picked up their companion. Running away from the hermit and the troll as fast as they could.

Castor shook his head at the antics of the three creatures. Leave it to a "tough guy" like the head wolf to be a real lightweight when it came to actually being tough. Threat now over the human went over to the troll he inadvertently saved and pulled the half conscious creature back onto his feet, the short beast resting his head on the hermit's chest. Judging from the small whimper that the troll made as he put weight on his legs. Castor just knew that there was a broken leg he'd have to fix on top of all the other injuries. He also knew that the beast would need someone to take care of him until he was well again. And of course it just had to be him, didn't it?

"Come on you dimwit we gotta get our asses out of here before they come back." He explained to the Troll gruffly. Grunting the old man placed his soon to be patient's large arm over his shoulder and half carried, half led the bruised beast back towards his home and away from lake. Muttering about his new lot in life as they slipped into the dense foliage of the trees.

Feeling himself being moved the troll woke up just enough to blearily open one of his eyes for a moment. Trying to see who was helping him escape from his tormentors. The heavy creatures's dull and almost lifeless green eyes landing upon a bald human with thick bushy eyebrows and full gray beard. "Who you?" He asked.

"Just call me the Idiot who doesn't know when to keep quiet." Castor huffed.

The creature in the man's arms let out a shuddering sigh saying, "Basher thank Idiot for saving him.", before he passed out, leaving a now surlier Castor to huff and gather the unconscious troll in his arms so that they could continue down the path.

---

Later that day an irritated Castor sat on a stool within his home, arms crossed over his chest and frown gracing his bearded face as he quietly watched the slumbering and heavily bandaged thing in his bed. Why, oh why had he done something so incredibly stupid! Getting himself between a pack of werewolves and their prey. What would he have done if their leader hadn't been such a wimp who passed out at the sight of his own blood? Most likely he would be the main ingredient in the beast midday meal! Thankfully that hadn't happened of course, but what had happened wasn't exactly better in the old man's opinion. Now because of his heroism he was now the proud caretaker of an injured and very fowl smelling monster who was stinking up his bedding.

Frown deepening Castor took the opportunity to look over his guest closely. There really hadn't been time to gawk at the beast in the hustle of their escape and his clumsy attempts at first aid. But now that everything was settled he had his chance to stare, trying to see what exactly he had allowed into his once clean bed. The slumbering Troll had a face only a mother could love in his opinion. Large ruddy nose and ears with short fangs that protruded upward from pouting bottom lip. The messy black hair atop the creature's head wasn't adding any beauty. A dark wild mess which framed a relatively hairless light brown face. The rest of the troll however wasn't as hairless, the beast's entire body covered in a coat of short dark brown fur that was occasionally speckled here and there with pitch black spots.

It was really the first time Castor had been so close to one of the Akki before, the hermit wanting nothing to do with the dangerous beasts the dwelled beyond his home. The only reason he had taken this particular monster into his home, he told himself, was because he just couldn't leave him alone in the state he was in. The beast had a broken leg among the deep cuts and bruises he had acquired in the attack.

The troll beginning to stir in his sleep brought Castor out of his mussing and back to reality. Standing up he reached over and picked up a knife from his kitchen table. Ready to strike if the troll proved to be hostile. Luckily the beast didn't seem to be in the mood for fighting. Stretching like he had just woken up from a simple night's sleep and scratching at his crotch unabashedly for a few moments before he turned his sleepy focus towards Castor. "Who you?"

The blasé tone the Troll was using made Castor's eye twitch. It was as if the beast had no worries in the world. "I'm the owner of that fine bed yer lying about in." The old man snapped. "The one who rescued yer furry arse from those Wolves and patched you up."

"WOLVES!" The Troll shouted in alarm, memories of his chase finally coming back to him. "W-what happen!?" The chunky monster tried his best to jump up from the bed but hissed in agony at the last moment. The pain from his collective injuries finally hitting what had to be his pea sized brain as he fell from the bed and ended up on the floor of the cabin in a tangled mess of blankets and limbs.

Castor rubbed his face in exasperation and sighed at the state the troll had gotten himself in. "What happened you dimwit is I saved you from getting the shit beat outta yer mangy hide."

"You save Basher?" The troll asked in disbelief.

"Yes I did. Not that I'm too happy about it." The hermit quickly leaned down and lifted his patient back into bed. Being extremely mindful of the broken leg as he helped the thickset troll back into bed. "Basher yer name or something?" He asked absently as he placed his blanket back over the infirmed monster. The troll nodded his head eagerly to the question. "Rather strange name Basher is."

"It not strange." Basher pouted as he pulled the covers over his chest and lower face. "Better then human's name, idiot!"

Castor glared at his guest. "What did you call me Beastie!?" he asked pulling the blanket back down.

Basher gave him a puzzled look. "Basher call you Idiot. It be human's name right?"

Castor couldn't help rolling his eyes at his companions reasoning. Take it for a dimwit to not understand simple sarcasm. "See here you big git, my name ain't idiot. It's Castor." He pronounced his name slowly as if talking to a child. "You think you can get that."

The hermit's new houseguest seemed to mull it over for a moment then nodded again, making Castor smile in relief at the fact that what he had said had gotten through the beast's thick head. But before he could move onto his next question the troll spoke up once more. "Why human say name is Idiot before then?" He asked innocently. "Him too dumb to remember how to say name?"

For a moment Castor felt like pulling out his own beard. It had been decades since he had to deal with someone this thick. After a few calming breaths he was finally able to reign in his building temper enough to move on with the questioning. "Let's forget about names for a bit shall we?"

The troll looked worried but nodded again. Something which it seemed he could handle without upsetting the human sitting across from him. "Alright Castor, Basher will forget about names."

"Good." Castor leaned forward squinting. "How 'bout you tell me why exactly those werewolves were wanting to kill you back at the lake."

The curious mood Basher seemed to be in suddenly fizzled out, replaced with a downcast look of despair. "A few of B-Basher's clan come from home in the mountains to try and get help from Wolves, but they no help." He began. "Say trolls too stupid and worthless to help. ... ... then they kill trolls."

"Ain't killing each other against those laws you lot go on about." Castor asked. Although the old human had tried his best to avoid the Akki since he had moved next to the forest all those years ago, there were still times when he would come face to face with one of the forests inhabitants. It was during these infrequent confrontations that he had learned that the Akki were forced to obey a strange set of laws their king had set into motion. Laws that only they were privy to knowing the full extent of. As it was Castor only knew of one. The one that said that they weren't allowed to abduct or attack humans unless they had entered their kingdom. It was that rule and that rule alone that had kept him safe living so close forest.

Answering the hermit's question Basher let out a depressed sounding sigh. "Wolves say that if they eat us there be no proof." He informed his host, almost in tears. "Basher lucky enough to escape. But-- but no other troll so lucky. Now Basher have to go back to other trolls alone."

Castor was strangely touched by the hopelessness in the young monster's voice. Reaching forward with his hand he placed it over the troll's forearm for a moment. Then realizing what he was doing he pulled it back as if the troll's flesh had burned him. He had to remain distant. "Put yer sorrow aside for now Beastie." He told Basher sternly. "When you're all better then you go home and grieve." Castor knew what he had said was harsh, but it was true. The young troll needed to think positive if he was going to get well again and out of his house. And besides, he reasoned, the beast was going to need to toughen up if he was going to be a proper akki. "Go back to bed; you'll need to keep up yer strength."

Nodding yet again Basher pulled the blankets cover over his chest and made himself comfortable in the hermit's bed. "Alright Castor, Basher rest." He said sleepily.

"Good. The faster you get to bed the sooner you can start healing." The human responded back with a light growl. "Can't have some hairy monster stinking up my bed forever now can..." As he spoke Castor let his eyes travel up the troll's chest and to his face. When his eyes reached the creatures head he was surprised to see that his recovering guest had already fallen asleep. The worry in his face softening as he drifted deeper into slumber. "...Dimwit." He sighed. Whatever was going to happen because of his foolishness at least the worst of it was over.

---

The sun beat down on Castor's bare back without mercy. The unforgiving rays causing the thickset man to sweat and pant as he swung his axe high and chopped through another log. It was hard work chopping firewood at his age, but the chore always seemed to lighten his heart. He was able to fully relax as he got lost in the repetitive actions of swinging his axe and splitting logs. A wave of calmness washing over him as he worked. Of course now there was a new reason he liked being outside sweating the way he was. It kept him from having to talk to the troll currently sharing residence with him back in the cabin.

It had been a week since he had taken "Basher" the Troll into his small homestead and already he was starting to wonder if he should have just let the dumb creature perish in the woods. It wasn't the fact that Bash, as he had come to call him in his mind much to his own annoyance, was keeping him from enjoying a pleasant night's sleep in his own bed or the fact that the beast insisted on asking him question after question about his life, no. It was the fact that as the days went on Castor was beginning to enjoy the company the Troll provided. Something which went against his very drive in life. Which was to live alone without the "dimwits" of the world bothering him.

The only solace he could find about the whole thing was that Basher was going to be going back to the forest once his leg had healed enough. After gathering the fire wood he had chopped under his arm the old man reentered his small cabin, casually glancing over to his bed as he walked through the door. He saw that Basher was once again wide awake and was staring back at him as he padded across the cabin's wooden floor. The troll had a friendly and toothy grin plastered on his face which unnerved the human for some reason he couldn't place. "So yer up again are you?" Castor asked.

Basher nodded. Something which he did often and sat up fully. "Basher wake up just now." He said sleepily. "Not used to lying around all of time."

"I bet you aren't" Castor said absently while he placed the wood in a pile next to stove. "You're probably used to running around with yer kin causing all sorts of trouble."

There was a moment of awkward silence before Basher spoke up again noticing the state of half undressed his host was in. "Castor look strong for human." He remarked, looking over the human's slightly overweight body appreciatively. "Little fat, but strong arms."

Castor had to hide a grin with a turn of his head. It was one of the few things he was actually proud of. It seemed all the hard work he did was good for yet another reason. The chores kept him in relatively good shape. Something which he needed for where he lived. Standing back up the bearded man made his way back over to the bed and sat down on the stool closest to it. "Aye I suppose I am." He reached forward and poked the belly of his bedridden guest. "And just who are you calling fat Beastie? At least I ain't got a belly as chubby as yours."

The human had expected his poke both literally and figuratively at the troll's body shape to rile up his companion. It always amused him to see him pout. But instead the invasion of personal space only made Basher giggle like a child. "Basher not chubby, all strong Trolls look like Basher." He said proudly. "Good layer of fat for cold mountains."

"True..." Castor began in response. "But all that layer gets you in the summer heat of the forest is a truly atrocious stink."

Basher looked offended then raised an arm, taking a long whiff of his armpit. "Basher no stink." He defended firmly. "Smell like Troll."

"More like chamber pots and pig sties." Castor stood up from his seat and walked across the room back over to his kitchen's stove. "And I don't intend to put up with it any more Beastie." Grumbling the hermit began tossing several pieces of wood into the cavernous kitchenware. What he was about to do was days in the making, but he knew it had to be done. The smell from the troll's furry body had gotten worst as the summer heat had risen and if he were to ever salvage his bed after the akki left then he needed to nip the stench in the bud right then and there.

An hour later a rusty old tub sat outside of the human's small cabin filled nearly to the brim with warmed water. When Castor helped Basher out of his home, the troll leaning heavily against the old man's body, the troll scowled down at the steaming container with confusion. "Why... why Castor make hot water?" He wondered. "Making stew?"

"I made it because you're going to be getting yourself a bath, dimwit." Castor told him firmly. When he noticed that the utterly perplexed expression on the troll's face only grew more bewildered at his statement, he let out a groan of disgust. "You've never had a bath before have you?"

Basher shook his head.

"Great and I've been letting you sleep in my bed." Castor helped the monster over to the tub and made him sit on the rim. "Alright I guess I'm going to have to give you your bath since you don't know how to get it done." He pointed to the water. "Alright Beastie get in."

"But Basher get all wet." The troll argued looking distastefully at the water.

"That's the point." Castor said tiredly. "We're here to scrub that stink off of yer hide. So get in!"

Basher didn't seem too happy about having to get into the container but did as he had been told. Slipping into the water and letting out a soft moan as the heat sank into him. "Feel good." he said after a few moments.

After pulling out the soap and washcloth he had brought outside from his pockets Castor nodded in agreement. "I know. I tend to take bathes whenever I can." He told the troll. "Great relief to soak in a tub after a day of hard work."

"All Basher soak in before is icy river when he fall in once." Bash said shuddering from the memory. "This much, much better tough."

"Well I'm glad you like it. But we're not here for you to relax." Castor said wetting the cloth and soaping it up. "We have a job that needs to get done and that job is making sure we scrub every inch of your furry body. So raise them arms up, no dawdling."

Basher indulgently obeyed the strange command and allowed hermit to begin scrubbing his armpits and chest roughly. The human using all his strength to wash away the perceived stink that he believed Basher to have. It was strange for the young troll at first, having never been cleaned before. But it wasn't at all unpleasant; in truth it was making his lower body grow unexpectedly warm. His once soft trollhood beginning to awaken between his legs as he was touched.

Castor was in a similar state of contentment as he scrubbed. But not because he was enjoying what he was doing he told himself. The only reason he was happy was because his house would once again smell the way it should. Moving his scrubbing to the troll's large belly, the gray haired man couldn't help it when his eyes traveled ever so briefly down the troll's body to his submerged crotch. The troll had a thick veiny shaft which was nestled every so nicely on top of a pair of large plumb sized balls. A good sized member like that would have put most humans to shame. But as it was Castor was only mildly impressed, his own manhood being much bigger. At least that's what he assumed; the beast might be larger when fully aroused. He wondered what that would look like. The troll all hot and bothered cock at full mast.

"Why you stop?" Basher's voice suddenly came.

Castor snapped out of his thoughts and blinked up at his companion face. Cheeks tinting just a little at realizing that he had been staring at the monsters dick. "I-I was just wondering if we're going to need more soap is all." he lied.

"Oh... Basher must be really bad smelling if you need more bubbly stuff."

"Aye, that you are." Castor let his eyes travel down Bash's body again and back to his cock then snapped them back up. He had to get away from that thing before he tried doing something stupid like touching it. Tossing the troll the rag he had been using the human began walking back into his house. "I think you got the gist of what you're supposed to do by now Beastie. You keep on while I go back and get that soap."

Basher looked disappointed but began to scrub his fur himself. "Yes, Castor. Bash do."

Once inside and away from the soapy and naked akki Castor breathed a sigh of relief. What was wrong with him becoming aroused by some dirty monster from the forest? True it had been awhile since he had had sex, true said monster had a nice cock between his legs and a nice chubby body which he liked. But still... he had to be strong. No getting attached, no liking him, he was a loner.

Deciding that the only way to ignore the beast's body from then on was to cover it. The painfully aroused human went over to his trunk where he kept his clothes and opened it. Digging into the contents and producing a pair of shorts he had acquired a long time ago. The tailor who had commissioned the clothes from had been bad. Making them far too big to cover him no matter how fat he became over time. So of course they would be the perfect size for his houseguest.

Pants in hand the hermit walked back outside to show Bash what he would be wearing from then on. But as he stepped out of the cabin he had to stop and gasp. The troll had slid down into the tub so that it could put his big hairless feet on the rim and was currently in the process of vigorously stroking his growing trollhood. All Castor could for the first several seconds was stare mouth hanging open while the troll pleasured himself obscenely, hand pumping up and down his pulsing shaft and tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. Shaking his head suddenly, Castor reluctantly looked away from the erotic sight before he could grow too invested in the show. "What the fuck do you think you're doing in my tub dimwit!!" The hermit barked out harshly.

Bash halted what he was doing immediately and looked over to the human wide-eyed. "All... all... Basher is doing is tugging cock." He explained unashamed. "What wrong with that?"

"Want's wrong..." Castor turned back to the beast only to look away again. "What's wrong dimwit is that you're supposed to do things like that in private."

"Basher is?" The troll asked. "But back with other trolls we tug cock anytime we feel."

That wasn't surprising to Caster. Giving the fact that the furry beasts always ran around naked. "That may be true for beasties like you. But I don't want to see you playing with yourself?"

Basher had the shame to at least look at least the littlest bit sheepish at breaking some sort of odd human taboo and sat back up in the tub properly. Stiff cock slipping back under the soapy water within the container. "Bash not do it again promise." He said solemnly.

"Good Beastie." Castor suddenly remembered the pair of pants in his hands and held it up for the troll to see. "Now hurry up and finish your bath, I want you nice and clean and wearing these pants here by the time I finish making us something to eat!"

The troll didn't look too happy at the prospect of having to wear clothing but nodded and continued to scrub himself with renewed vigor. "Yes Castor, Bash do."

Castor shook his head and turned to give his houseguest his privacy, it always amazed him how easily he could make the monster do whatever he wanted. If he were a more lecherous man who liked company he could easily take advantage of that alone. But of course he wouldn't do such a thing. Like he kept reminding himself: 'Do not get any more attached then you already are'. He just knew that if things did go down that dangerous direction then his lifelong goal of solitude would be broken in a heartbeat.

---

As the days passed by Basher grew stronger and stronger. About a week after the bath the troll was healthy enough to limp around Castor's home by himself. The five foot six monster making a nuisance of himself as he followed Castor around the cabin almost like a lost puppy dog. A part of the hermit was getting annoyed by his new shadow. But another part, which he tried valiantly to ignore at first, didn't seem to mind this alteration to his lifestyle as much. Eventually through conversations he found out that Basher had had two brothers who had been named Smasher and Crasher. Why trolls gave their children such peculiar names the human never found out. He also found out what life was like in the mountains beyond the Akki forest. About how the troll clan would have to contend with giant rock beasts, terrifying dragons, and dangerous demons who all thought little of the short addled minded beasts.

And Bash for his part was able to wheedle a few things out of his host. Learning why the human lived so far away from his kind and why he lived alone. When he had found out the reason over dinner one day the troll had grown unusually quiet and stopped eating. Peering over to Castor from his seat at the cabins lone table with sad eyes he asked. "B-but why Castor want to live all alone?" He just couldn't wrap his mind around the desire for complete solitude. After all he had come from a clan of thirty or so trolls. Every member of the group enjoying the warmth and companionship they gained from being together in their cave up in the mountains.

"It's better that way Beastie." Castor explained with a shrug as he spooned another helping of stew into his mouth. Why did the monster always insist on talking during mealtime? "I enjoy it ya'know. Not having to deal with dimwits and the like." Basher didn't seem convinced by the hermit's words but remained quiet. Continuing the rest of the meal in silence.

It was another three weeks before Basher's leg had healed enough for the Troll to try and go for a walk outside without aid. Castor was glad that the young monster was finally on the mends and had silently watched from afar while his patient clumsily ambled around his small plot of land looking bored. Finally taking pity on the hapless troll he had given him a chore to occupy his time. A simple one, fetching eggs from the chicken coop that sat behind his home. Of course Basher had been a little too enthusiastic about his newfound job and had immediately messed it up. Frightening the birds half to death when he lifted them up none too gently by their tail feathers in order to get at the eggs. The scowling beast had returned a little while later covered in peck marks and feathers, whining like a spoiled child when Castor saw how dirty he was and told him to take another bath.

Watching the troll's tailed bottom disappear around the corner of his cabin the hermit chuckled fondly to himself saying. "That dammed troll of mine just can't function on his own." as he went back to chopping wood. However when he went to swing the axe downward he suddenly realized the phrase he had used to describe his houseguest. "His troll"! Where did that come from? Placing his tool carefully on the ground the human sat down on a bench and pinched the bridge of his nose. It was beginning to happen. He was starting to grow attached to the dimwit in his midst. This all had to end he now realized. Before it grew any worst.

"Tonight... Tonight I tell the beast he has to leave after we have dinner." He gruff older man said to himself firmly. "If he's well enough to walk about the house and yard, then he's well enough to... to be on his own."

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Later that night after dinner had been eaten and the candles were lit Castor sat on his bed and told Basher to sit on the stool across from him, an inversion to how they usually sat. This was needed to get his point across. The bed the monster had been sleeping belong to the hermit not him. "Beastie... I think it's high time that we talk."

Bash nodded happily at the old man. Stomach still filled with the rabbit stew they had eaten and body warmed by the low fire in the stove in the corner of the small cabin. "What Castor want to talk about?"

Castor took a deep breath. This was going to be hard. For the creature sitting in front of him or for himself he wasn't too sure of. "As you know, it's been quite a while since the day I dragged your bloody hide back to my cabin." He waited for Basher to nod at his words. "Good then, well... I believe it's high time that you return to the forest and live out the rest of your life like a true beastie should."

The happy mood the other cabins inhabitant was in instantly dropped, replaced by a look of abject horror. "B-B-B-But why Basher have to leave!" The immediate protest came.

The sadness and betrayal in the monster's voice made the human's heart clench like someone was squeezing it in their fist. "You have to leave because that's where you belong, living wild in the woods."

"But Basher be good!" The troll insisted. The heavyset beast lunched itself forward wrapping both of his furry arms around his companion's torso and hugging him fiercely. "Him take bath, him help human with chores, him... him even wear pants like told to!"

"I DON'T CARE!" Castor shouted. He had to be firm, be mean. It was the only way to get through this. "A smelly monster like you has no place within my house! So leave and get out of this old man's hair! Back to you troll cave to find some nice lady troll who help you repopulate the mountains with hundreds of little trollings."

There was a sniffling sound as Basher squeezed tighter, refusing to let go. "But Basher don't want some lady troll... Basher want Castor!" He cried out. "Basher happy being in "old man's" hair."

Castor tried his best to free himself from the iron-like grip of the short creature in front of him. But if he was being honest with himself he was only doing it half heartily. "Look Beastie there'll be no changing my mind." He said softly with a pat to the whimpering troll's back. "Let go and leave. Before I pick you up and throw you out on your hairy bottom."

Basher looked up over Castor's belly into the human's firm eyes. He understood there was nothing he could say to convince the hermit to let him remain by his side. Which left only one other choice for him to try. He could try gaining the human's favor the way he had gained the favor of the elders in his clan. Nodding with conviction the troll slid down to the floor, his bottom landing on the wooden floor with a notable thump. Then he reached forward and firmly pressed his hairless hand against the bulge in the human trousers that the old man strangely insisted on covering at all times.

The large paw on his manhood made Castor huff with unexpected pleasure. It had been quite a time since he had someone touch him in such a way. Not since the last time he had gone to the village three years ago for needed supplies and a bit of fun with a local prostitute who had refused to touch him during their exchange. He almost felt like melting in the light and cautious touch groping him now, a surge of heat building in his gut and traveling straight down to his slumbering member. But just as his mouth began to open in a soundless moan and his eyes began to close he snapped back to his senses. "Stop it ya mangy bastard!" He growled, slapping the hairless hand away. "I'll not have you trying to get on my good side by seducing me."

"But Basher just want to show Castor, how happy he make troll." Basher said rubbing his sore hand. "You always nice to Basher, save from wolves, make better, feed." He gave his savior an incredibly sad looking face. "Please let dimwit troll do this one thing."

The troll's use of the word "dimwit" broke what little resistance the hermit had. Basher knew how he felt about dimwits and thought that was the sole reason for the ejection from his cabin. "Basher... your no dimwit." He sighed sadly. "You're... you're... ach, Fine, go ahead. Just this once then you're out the door."

SOS

"Yes Castor, Basher go and do good." The troll gave a big toothy grin and went about trying to remove the human's pants. Which soon proved to be too much for Basher because of his own inherited clumsiness.

Chuckling at the ineptitude of his monster Castor pushed him off gently and stood up and helped. Unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants, breechcloth and all down his legs. Exposing a still soft cock which hung down a full two inches larger then Bash's between his legs. "There you go Beastie." Castor growled roughly. "Get on with it before I realize what I'm doing!"

Bash did as he was told as he always did. Saying a quick "Yes Castor, Basher do!" Before he stuck out his thick tongue and used it to pull the old man's cock into the hot recesses of his gaping mouth.

Castor gave a pleased hiss and closed his eyes as he was suckled in earnest. A part of him couldn't believe what was happening as he stood there being serviced by some hairy creature, toes curling in his boots from the pleasure and eyes fluttering shut as primal sensations coursed up though his dick, up his torso and right to his brain. He just couldn't resist the incredibly wicked tongue that was massaging the underside of his shaft. Without thinking the hermit suddenly found himself gently running his fingers through the thick hair that covered the troll's head urging him to stay in place. The mass of raven hued follicles was still as unruly and wild as it was the day he had found him, but it had become soft as silk from all the baths he had forced the beast to take and only added to the enjoyment Castor felt as he touched it.

"By the gods Beastie you act as if you were born doing such whoreish things." Castor remarked, finally getting enough of his senses back to respond verbally. "You been giving your troll brethren sucklings back in your little cave in the mountains?"

The kneeling troll let the human's large cock pop out of his mouth for a second, giving the head a swift lick before he responded with a hummed yes. "Trolls always play with cock." Basher said simply. "Trolls tug and suck and fuck other trolls all the time."

The human above the creature chuckled warmly. "I didn't know you wild beasts were so naughty when we humans aren't looking." The day with the incident in the tub finally made sense to him. Of course Basher wouldn't be ashamed when he had caught him masturbating. Trolls it seemed did all sorts of dirty things in the darkness of their homes. Deciding that he shouldn't be the only one getting pleasure Castor took a step back and hefted Bash up to his feet. "Take off them pants of yours Beastie." He grinned. "I want to see that mighty fine hammer you got hiding under that cloth."

"But Basher promise not to show cock again." Basher said looking down to his lower half. "Remember?"

Castor sighed. "That was before you started licking on me with that slimy tongue of yours dim- um, Bash."

The troll gave the hermit an unsure look remembering the way he had turned away when he had seen him playing with his stiffness in the tub. He didn't want to upset the human by not understanding his earlier command.

Seeing that his housemate still wasn't going to get undressed Castor decided to take matters into his own hands. After dropping down to one knee, he began removing the creature's bothersome pants himself. Yanking the piece of clothing down roughly and getting a bouncing and precum covered cock slapped against his cheek for his impatient actions. "Well now what do we got ourselves here." Castor chuckled as he wiped the wetness from his face and took hold of the organ in front of him. He pulled back the loose foreskin which covered the organ, more precum dripping from the heavy shaft and running over his large hand as he began to stroke slowly. "You beasties sure are a messy bunch aren't you? Leaking all over the place. But... it's to be expected with your dicks being so large I suppose."

"Cas-Castor real big for human too." Basher panted. The human's warm and calloused hand felt amazing on his aching trollhood.

"Oh, I'm "real big" am I?" Castor ran his thumb over the edge of the penis in his palm. Rough digit smearing the copious amount pouring from it over the helmeted head. "So... you've seen other humans in the nude before, have you?"

Basher shook his head wildly mouth opening and closing again several times before he was able to answer. "Basher never see other human naked. Just know from what other trolls say."

"Well then that makes me your first don't it?" Castor got back to his feet with a pained grunt. He was too old to do this sort of thing on the floor. His warm and comfy bed was a much better option. "Get on the bed Beastie." The bearded man commanded while giving the troll a sharp slap on the ass. "It's time you and me started having the real fun. Want to be comfortable while we fuck the night away."

"Yes Castor, Basher do!" Nearly vibrating with energy the giddy troll hopped onto the bed and got onto all fours. Ass facing Castor and tail high in the air ready to be mounted. His complete submission of his body earned him a mighty whack on his upturned ass. The sting and surprise making the troll roll over onto his side and rub his sore hindquarters with a whine. "Why... Castor do that!" He asked pouting.

"I ain't fucking you right away Beastie." Castor laughed good naturedly as he removed his shirt. "There's an art to what we're about to do and I intend to teach you something tonight." Climbing onto the bed himself the hermit pushed his troll onto his back and got on top of him, body facing downwards in a sixty-nine position. Licking his lips the human gazed down at the engorged member in front of his eyes for a few seconds before lowered he his hips, prodding the bulbous and meaty head of his cock against the his new lovers tusked lips. "Well go and get back to sucking beast, my cock has to be nice and slick to worm its way between those lardy cheeks of yours."

Basher took the cock hanging above his face back into his mouth almost instantly happy at the prospect at being fucked later and sucking on it with the same ferocity as he had done before. Snorting and moaning as his nose was smothered by the Castor's musky ball sack. This was defiantly a position he could get used to. Being able to taste and smell the human so thoroughly. It was enough to make him lose control of himself, which he so easily did. Heat rising in his belly as he became less precise in his fellating, slurping noisily as he pleasured his bed partner to the best of his humble abilities.

Castor didn't complain at the deterioration in the troll's blow job skills. In fact he rather enjoyed the sloppy suckling. Grinding his crotch into the face of the monster under him and throwing his head back while he cursed through gritted teeth. "Fuuuuuck! That's it Beastie." He groaned. "By the gods what did I do to deserve such a well behaved little monster?" realizing that his troll was doing all the work Castor stuck out his tongue in determination and once again gripped the pert cock in front of him. His hand becoming completely covered in the copious amount of pre still spilling from the piss slit as he stroked it with a wet slick sound. He was going to have to change his bedding tomorrow that was sure. Because with the way the beast leaked he knew that by the end of the night they would both be soaked with the heady smelling liquid.

The two continued like this for several minutes. Basher enjoying suckling on the human cock in his mouth. While Castor fucked the troll's mouth with shallow thrusts while he masturbated his newfound lover. But eventually the old man came to realize that all this just wasn't enough to fully please him. He needed to feel a pliant backside pressing against his hips and a tight hole clenching around his needy meat. So it was with great reluctance that he wiped his hand off on his blanket and rolled off of Basher. The monster giving a disappointed whimper when his tasty treat was pulled out of his mouth.

"Be calm Beastie you're going to be having it back inside you in a little bit." Castor assured. Sitting down next to the troll, the gray bearded man looked over his hirsute form. Strangely what should have made his manhood shrivel only cause it to give a hardy throb. And that face which he once thought of as ugly and so alien looked so different sweaty and softened with content pleasure. It wasn't what one would call handsome by human standards but it was undoubtedly Basher-like. Which was attractive to him after knowing what the simple beast behind that face was like.

Giving into an impulse the hermit leaned down, bearded face looming over Basher's for a second before he pressed his lips against the stout creature's mouth. Tongue dipping inside when basher gasped in surprise at the strange new contact. Confused at first by the kiss Basher tried to push the human away, but after his tongue was tickled by the human's he instantly got the hint and relaxed. Sucking on the human's inquisitive organ and whimpering as his mouth was dominated in a way that it had never had before. Trolls never did this, never even considered such a strange yet wondrous thing. But Basher trusted the human above him completely and submitted to Castor's will as he always did.

Castor smiled against Bash's lips glad that the kiss was going over so well. He only hoped what he was going to do next wouldn't overexcite the beast. He was rather attached to his tongue and didn't want it bitten off by his eager bedmate. Sliding his hand down the troll's large belly he made his way back down to that rock hard shaft which rose to attention from the dirty goings on they were involved in. But instead of "tugging" the monsters cock like before he continued downward. Snaking his hand between thick legs and under a pair of large testicles which sat inside a silkily furred pouch, his index finger stretching just far enough to circle around the hidden bud underneath. 'Here goes nothing.' The hermit thought as he pushed in, thick digit sinking into the warm channel.

Being penetrated Basher began grunting rhythmically and lifted his legs. Wiggling excitedly as he pushed against the palm of Castor's hand. "Oh, Basher like! Basher like!" He shouted, turning his head away from the mouth assaulting him. "Push harder, make troll moan!"

"Such a wanton little Beastie you are." Castor stated. "You like it when old men jam their dirty fingers up you little troll hole?" He followed the question with a series of hard jabs into his compliant companion. The hermit having to mentally scold himself afterwards. It had never been in is nature before to tease a sex partner in the past. But for some reason he just couldn't get enough of seeing the troll in his bed grunt and cry. "Come on, I have to know if I'm doing this right. Never been with an akki before."

"Need... need more please!" Basher licked the humans jaw submissively. "Please stop teasing and fuck Basher!"

"And just where do you want me to fuck you Beastie?" Castor asked coyly. "In your mouth again? Your pointy ear? Your furry armpit maybe?"

"FUCK IN ASS!" Basher demanded loudly as the last of his composure flew out the window, replaced by pure licentiousness.

"If you insisted you naughty troll." Castor withdrew his hand from under Basher's balls and roughly flipped the stunned creature onto his belly so that they could begin. But before the human could act, something swished past his face and hit him right in the nose. Reaching out he quickly grabbed the offender, surprised when it proved to be the troll's long whip-like tail. "Almost forgot about this." He murmured playing with the black tuffed tip. Without meaning to the old man gave the appendage a light yank, becoming delighted when he noticed that Bash grunted happily from the sharp pain. 'So his tail is sensitive.' he thought happily. That was going to come in useful. Yanking again the now even hornier human said. "On all fours you slutty thing. Time to get what you've wanted from the get go."

Basher did as he was instructed. Following pull of his tail and getting onto his hands and knees, presenting his backside to be mounted like before. "Nice meaty arse you have here." Castor remarked placing both hands on the fleshy and brown furred globes. Prying apart the hairy cheeks he inhaled and spat, his spit dribbling into the deep furrow and down the troll's balls. "Ready Beastie!?"

"Yes Castor, Beastie ready." He growled playfully.

The gray haired human snickered at hearing his own nicknamed for his lover repeated back to him and placed his cock against the tight pucker. Rubbing the side of his soon to be bottoms backside he pressed forward. His girth meeting brief resistance before the thick shaft worked its way deeper and deeper into the troll's rear. "You're so tight. Feels like you're going to pinch it right off." Castor huffed. "You're doing alright?"

"Beastie want more." Bash groaned. "Shove cock inside and fuck Basher good!"

"A challenge aye?" Castor wasn't one to let that sort of thing go by unpunished. So he did as the monster had suggested grabbing both of Bash's hips and driving into his lover with one hard push. Without a missing a beat he then began to move. Slamming his lower half into the troll's upturned ass without mercy, his cock sliding in and out of the tight channel he was fucking with amazing speed for someone his age. "How are you now you little bastard." He said in good fun. "Am I fucking you good now?"

"Fuck good! Fuck good!" The troll moaned as he was ridden. The beast's whole body felt like it was vibrating. Green eyes rolling back in his head and droll running down his chin as he was fucked good and hard by the human behind him. Never before had someone been so rough with him during sex. Trolls tended to be lazy during sex. Idly thrusting into each other until orgasm came. But it seemed humans were better versed in the ways of pleasure. Just as Castor had said Basher was learning a lot that night. But there was still the reason this had all happened in the first place. He had offered his body in order to convince the human to allow him to remain by his side. So there was a question he had to ask. "C-can Basher stay with Castor now."

Castor pumped harder into the chunky ass in front of him, watching intently as his cock sank into the tight hole again and again for a few moments before he answered. "You don't play fair Beastie!" He growled in a feral voice. "Asking when I'm dick deep in these lardy mounds you call a rump." To punish the troll a little he yanked the akki's tail again.

Bash threw his head back and groaned from the dual sensations of pain and pleasure the human was causing in him. "Want to stay! Want to stay! Want to stay!" He chanted as he began to push back against Castor. Their thrusts in perfect time, causing a loud thwacking sound as they rutted. "Basher love Castor! Want to stay with him forever!!"

Castor bit his bottom lip trying to remember his mantra to remain strong, stay the lonely hermit he had vowed to be. But as he drove into the body under him. That oh, so wonderful and warm body of a simple minded yet undoubtedly sweet troll who only wanted to be with him and keep him company. He knew that there was no way he could deny him. At least not while an intense orgasm built in his balls, threatening to boil over within a few more thrusts. Finally unable to stay quiet any longer Castor answered the akki. "Fine then you trice dammed beast you can stay!" The human roared as orgasm hit him in full force, spurt after spurt of thick cum erupting from his over stimulated penis. Load filling the moaning troll and leaking out of his well used hole and down thick brown furred legs.

Basher wasn't far behind pulling away from the hermit. Groaning out a strangled sounding. "Basher cumming! BASHER CUMMING LOTS!!" As he shot eight sizeable wads of trollcum onto the hermit's feather soft bed.

The fun now over the pair stayed in place for several long minutes. The only sound in the small cabin their heavy panting as the stink of their sex permeated the air with a thick musk. It was Castor who made the first move afterwards reaching forward and taking Basher by the shoulder. Using his strength and slight size advantage to flip the sweating beast onto his back before he descend upon the him, kissing the slow witted creature deeply as they both laughed in their post orgasmic lethargy.

An hour later the hermit and troll laid in the said cum strained bed. Castor on his back a bottle of liquor in his hand which he kept for post coital lounging and Basher lying next to him with his head on the human's chest. "I have to say that might have been the best sex I've ever had." Castor said taking a swig of his drink then passed the bottle to Basher. "What about you Beastie?"

"It good." Basher said taking and drinking the offered booze. Briny liquid running down his chin a little. "Castor fuck real good for human."

Castor didn't really care to ask what the troll meant by, "For human", to blissed out in his post-orgasmic high. It was only when the troll in his arms shuddered and sighed when he looked down at him in concern "What?"

"Does Castor really want Basher to stay?" The troll asked uncertainly.

Big green eyes looked up at the old man causing Castor to stop and think the question over. Sure he could say that he had only said yes in the heat of the moment. But really did he really want that? If he told the monster to leave now there was no doubt that he would listen. He could go back to his solitary life of living alone, eating alone, and sleeping alone. Go without dimwits bothering and his perfect world of solitude. That's why he had left his village so long ago. But for some reason this prospect didn't look as appetizing to him anymore.

He realized suddenly that his life was better off since he had met the bothersome troll. Better off because now he could do his chores while Basher chattered away in his ear. Better off because he cooked and ate his meals in the troll's company. Better off because he got to sit down on his porch and watch the sunset with a new companion by his side. Hell, he was much better off concerning his sex life! And it just wasn't the physical pleasure of the act, but the warm feeling he was currently having because he had someone taking up half of his bed after the deed, drinking his booze with him after their good orgasm.

Realizing his decision had already been made in his mind Castor sighed in mock annoyance. "Fine you can stay here Beastie." He grunted. "Just don't make a pest of yourself understand?"

"Don't worry Castor, Basher be good." Basher rolled over his caretaker's body. Pinning the man under his bulk and grinding his chunky ass against Castor's spend cock. "Go again?"

There was that eye twitch again. "You can't be suggesting that we have sex again you horny little monster." unfortunately the troll did. Sliding down the hermit's body and once again suckling on the human's soft cock which unexpectedly began to respond to the attention paid to it. "I'm an old man you mad beast! Bugger off and let me rest!" Castor commanded with a hearty chuckled. The pleas fell on death ears tough, Basher continuing to give oral sex as the hermit growled and laid back the words. "What have I gotten myself into!" escaping his lips as another round of play began. The second of many that first night.

THE END