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The night he attempted heroics had been the worst night of Matthias' young life. He had tried to be brave, tried to be strong, tried to show everyone in the Abbey that he was not just some young mouse who needed to led around by the his paw. No, he was a fearless warrior; ready to take on the entire horde of Cluny the Scourge! He thought his plan was perfect; go out, hide in the tall grass, and as quickly as he could, kill as many of the vermin invaders as possible. He had started off very well, slaying a vermin with every arrow he loosed. He remembered thinking to himself how everyone at Redwall would sing his praises when he regaled them with his tale of heroism! Not only had he slain several vermin soldiers, but he had scored a victory that would boost the morale of his friends.

But, like so many "perfect" plans, Matthias had not counted on failing.

Just when he was out of the tall grass and within the sight of the Abbey, he had been knocked unconscious by some anonymous vermin. As his vision faded to black, he saw himself encircled by a score of angry, mean looking rats, ready to take their revenge. By the time he came to, he was bound with rope and stripped completely naked. It was then that Matthias realized just how badly he had failed. Not only had he fallen into the paws of Cluny the Scourge, but he was forced to pleasure the horde; used like some cheap piece of meat for the delight of Cluny and his horde. To add insult to injury, the rat warlord was able to break the spirit of the young mouse, making him sob uncontrollably as he yelled out insults about himself that Cluny had stated. It was that night that Matthias wished that he had been killed in combat; that he had died with honor defending his home. Now, he would be used at the pleasure of Cluny and his scum.

The young mouse hoped that his friends would send a rescue party, most likely led by Basil, who was undoubtedly the most capable creature at combat. Matthias counted as the days went by, and alas, there was no such rescue. Matthias came to terms with the situation he had gotten himself into. Of course his friends wanted to save him, but Abbot Mortimer, being a sensible, wise, old mouse knew all too well that such a rescue attempt was nothing more than a fool's errand that would result in casualties and or capture. No, there would be no rescue by his fellow Redwallers; he was on his own.

But then, something peculiar happened to the young mouse. At first he had wished that Cluny would just kill him, putting him out of his misery. This attitude changed to barely tolerable, and as the days wore on, Matthias actually got use to his new "home". Unlike at the Abbey, where everyone was expected to perform chores for the benefit of the group, no such chores were expected of him. He noticed that the vermin were never scolded for using foul language, never reprimanded for being crude or vulgar in their behavior. Aside from Cluny giving them battle orders, the vermin were allowed to do pretty much as they pleased. No proper table manners, such as , "please", "thank you", or "excuse me", were expected of anyone, with the vermin eating whenever they felt the need. As far as dress was concerned, the vermin were permitted to dress in whatever suited them. With it being summer, and very hot, Matthias had decided against the heavy, suffocating habbit of the Abbey; instead choosing to walk around in his loin cloth. No one objected, no one cared about what he was or wasn't wearing. Matthias felt liberated, only having his crotch covered. But there was something else that Matthias felt was far, far more liberating.

Though he had been forced to pleasure the vermin at first, something strange happened to the young mouse. He had "urges" for some time now that no proper, dignified beast of Redwall would engage in, let alone even discuss in private. Matthias remembered how he felt, even at a young age, about other males. He had spent many a night fantasizing about what it was like, being with another male, sometimes even pawing off to such a fantasy. He tried repressing the thoughts, telling himself it was simply a phase he was going through in his transition in adulthood, but no matter how hard he attempted at shoving the thoughts from his mind, they remained.

Though he never, ever would have guessed such a thing would occur in a million years, or even a million lifetimes, Matthias came to thoroughly enjoy being in the horde. Though he had killed many vermin soldiers, over time, the vermin learned to appreciate their new woodlander member. At first, they only showed cruelty to him, smacking him around, forcing themselves on him. But now Matthias didn't need to be forced.

Early one morning at the camp of Cluny the Scourge, three large rats were still deep in sleep, trying to replenish their strength after yesterday's battle, when the rat in the middle opened his eyes, disturbed by the sound of the tent opening being rustled.

"Who is it?" growled the rat as he grabbed the dagger under his pillow.

The rat's anger quickly turned to joy when he saw the head of a young mouse poke inside, smiling at him.

"Anyone awake in here?"

"Matthias!" said the rat as he put the dagger back underneath his pillow. "Nice to see you this morning!" He elbowed the rats next to him, waking them from their slumber.

"Hey, wake up, mates! Matthias is here!"

Though still groggy, the rats expressions quickly changed to that of joy when they saw the young mouse inside their tent. They even went so far as to ruffle the mouse's large ears affectionately.

"So," began the rat in the middle. "Should I even try to guess why you're here with us this morning?"

Matthias laughed. "Hehe! I don't think you need to."

"Ah," said the rat on the right. "It's our turn to get some morning service, eh?"

"It is," said Matthias, looking down at the blankets that covered their naked bodies. It was very obvious what had been on their minds.

"Judging by the looks of you three, I'd say you could pitch a tent with those things!"

The three rats looked down at their morning wood, laughing at the observant, young mouse.

"Well mates," said the rat on the right. "Let's not keep him waitin'!"

With that, the three rats threw off their blankets, revealing not only their naked bodies, but also the very stiff objects Matthias said they could pitch a tent with.

"Oh, those look really tasty!" said Matthias, licking his lips. "I need to get a taste!"

Crawling over to the rat in the middle, Matthias, who opted to shed his loincloth, went to work. Taking his tongue, he gave the rat's hard member a good tongue bath, which was much to the rat's liking. The rats on his left and right watched happily, rubbing their own members as Matthias opened his mouth and took in the rat's cock. The middle rat leaned his head back, rolling it around as Matthias serviced him. This had become the usual routine of Matthias, who always got up early and went to a different tent each morning to give his new friends a good knob slobbing. Even though Matthias had been forced to service the vermin at first, the experience unchained the urges he had long felt. With each cock he sucked, he became more aware of how much he enjoyed the experience until he reached the point where he couldn't get enough of it. The experience was made even more enjoyable by the fact that the rats had much larger packages than his fellow mice did. This only intensified things, as Matthias got enough practice that he was able to take in more than he ever thought possible. He was in paradise.

"Oh . . . get ready, Matthias!" growled the rat.

Matthias kept sucking, even when the rat was shooting his load, making the vermin soldier giggle at the over-stimulation. Once the rat was clean up with the expert tongue of Matthias, the young mouse wasted no time in going to the rat on the left, who made several "happy" sounds as he was being sucked off. Matthias sucked on the large piece of meat, occasionally stopping to swirl his tongue around the head of the cock, or even lick at the rat's pendulous balls. Everything Matthias did was to his liking, and the mouse was quickly rewarded with his second taste of cum that morning. As before, once cleaned up, Matthias went to the rat on the right. All three rats were impressed, not only at how well Matthias could give a blow job, but also at the mouse's incredible stamina. Clearly, the mouse reveled in his work. Unlike the creatures at Redwall, none of the vermin passed judgment on him for what he did. To them, Matthias had turned into an object of affection , someone they greatly cherished and treasured. It was an entirely new experience for all of them, with the vermin discovering that not all woodlanders were stuck up, holier-than-thou creatures. The feeling was mutual for Matthias, who no longer saw vermin, at least the vermin in the horde, as evil, wanton murderers. As far as Matthias was concerned, he was now home, and these were his real friends.

The last rat bucked his hips violently as he felt his approaching orgasm, though the motion didn't bother Matthias in the least. Sucking as hard as he could, the third dose of rat seed was shot into his mouth and down his throat. The last rat in the tent sighed, satisfied with the effort Matthias had given.

"Well," said Matthias, wiping cum from his lips. "I need to get going; more creatures to pleasure, you know."

"Bye, Matthias!" said the rat in the middle as the three rats waved him goodbye.

That evening, Matthias, back in his loincloth, was summoned to the tent of Cluny the Scourge. Not wanting to keep the warlord waiting, Matthias quickly appeared, ready to do as Cluny ordered.

"You called for me?" said Matthias, poking his head inside the tent.

"Yes," said Cluny, who was sitting on his cot. "Come in, Matthias."

Matthias casually walked in, standing directly in front of the rat, without the slightest bit of fear.

"I see you've gotten quite use to your new home, haven't you?"

"Yes, I have, Cluny." said Matthias, his voice calm.

"I wasn't quite sure about you at first, you know, but it turns out that you've proven quite useful to me," stated Cluny. "Do you like it here?"

Matthias nodded. "Very much so, chief."

Cluny gave the mouse a toothy smile at being called "chief" by the young mouse. "Tell me, why exactly do you like it here so much?"

Matthias shrugged. "Probably because I can be myself, chief."

"Really?" said the rat, his interest piqued. "Please, tell me more."

Matthias elaborated. "Here, I don't have to worry about conforming to a bunch of stupid rules, or worry about what everyone thinks about me. I don't have to wear those annoying habbits. I can even walk around naked if I wanted to."

Cluny smirked. "Do you want to walk around naked, Matthias?"

"Sometimes," admitted the young mouse.

"Hmmm," said Cluny, scratching his chin. "Would you mind getting naked for me?"

Matthias beamed with pride. "Of course not," he said, slipping out of his loincloth. The sight of the naked, young mouse greatly pleased his chief, who was feeling a slight bulge underneath his breaches.

"Very nice," said Cluny. "Would you like to see me naked?"

Matthias chuckled. "It wouldn't be the first time I saw you naked, chief!"

Cluny laughed at his remark. "True, but do you want me to get naked?"

"Absolutely," said Matthias, his heart fluttering with anticipation.

"Very well then," said the rat warlord. Pulling off his shirt, then his breaches and loincloth, Matthias was treated to the sight of a naked Cluny. Matthias was impressed by what he saw. Cluny was the biggest creature in the horde, and his physique certainly showed how big he was. Even with the scars of countless battles, his musculature was quite notable. Bulging, biceps, pectorals, abdomen . . . it was all very pleasing to the young mouse.

"Here," said Cluny, patting his cot. "Come lie next to me, Matthias."

Matthias climbed into the cot with Cluny, and soon felt the rat's paw gently feeling his body. Matthias closed his eyes as the rat caressed him, making him feel so loved and appreciated.

"I shouldn't have called you those horrible names, Matthias."

Matthias opened his eyes, looking at the rat. "What?"

"The night we captured you, and I made you say those horrible things about you. I shouldn't have forced you to say those things."

Though he never would have believed it prior to his time with the horde, Matthias actually said the words. "I forgive you, chief."

"Good," said Cluny, running a paw through the mouse's head. "After all, you probably guessed by now that I too have a thing for other males."

Matthias giggled. "The thought might have crossed my mind once or twice."

Cluny chuckled at the mouse's remark. "Very good, Matthias. Now, how about we have some fun?"

"Sure," said the mouse, giving the rat a wink.

Matthias watched as the rat laid down his back, his hard member pointing straight up. The young mouse needed no further instructions on what to do next. Licking his lips at the sight of the big, tasty, rat meat, Matthias lowered his head onto the rat's crotch. Inhaling deeply, he took in the strong, masculine musk that Cluny emitted. Matthias was already horny as it was, but the smell pushed him over the edge. Making sure his mouth was filled with saliva, he licked from the tip of the rat's cock to it's base, making Cluny stroke his ears approvingly.

"Mmmm . . . . good boy," breathed the rat.

Not only was Cluny the biggest member of the horde, but he also had the biggest member in the horde. Though Matthias wasn't picky about the size of a male's package--in fact, he was happy anytime a cock was in his mouth--Cluny's cock was definitely his favorite in the horde. He always made sure to take extra special care when he was servicing the warlord, not out of fear that Cluny might beat him, or even kill him, but simply because he absolutely loved Cluny's penis. With his mouth full of spit, Matthias opened up, ready to become the scabbard for Cluny's sword. The warlord grunted as Matthias went to work, bobbing his head up and down, savoring the rat's taste, but Cluny had something else in mind.

"Ah, lovely as that is, would you mind stopping?"

Matthias stopped and looked up at Cluny. "I take it you want it to go someplace else?" he asked with a grin.

"Yes," said the rat. "Would you mind riding me?"

Matthias got up and stood over the rat. Looking down, he got on his knees before carefully taking the member inside his rear. Cluny held onto Matthias hips as he guided the mouse down onto his member. Matthias closed his eyes as the rat's member penetrated ever farther, rubbing against his prostate and making him shiver with joy. Once he was comfortably in, the mouse moved himself up and down, seeing that the motion was pleasing to his chief.

"Yes," said Cluny as Matthias rode him. "Ride my cock!"

Matthias continued moving up and down on the rat's member, as though he was riding some wild horse that was moving him up and down. The feeling was just so overwhelming to both Cluny and Matthias, the former now pumping at his own cock, wanting to release his seed Cluny saw what he was doing and never once objected. As far as the warlord was concerned, Matthias should feel the same pleasure as him. Cluny thought about how much luck the young mouse had brought him. Since his capture, the morale of his soldiers had risen greatly. They were fighting better, more disciplined battles than ever before, and making far fewer mistakes than in previous encounters with the Redwallers. Yes, Matthias was his good luck charm, the token to his victory over Redwall.

Matthias continued pumping at his cock as he bounced up and down on the large cock inside his ass. The young mouse's face scrunched up as he felt his orgasm fast approaching. Seeing this, Cluny opened his mouth, indicating to Matthias that he wished to taste him as well. With one final pump, Matthias sprayed his seed all over the rat, some of it landing on his chest and stomach, though some did manage to make it into the rat's mouth. Feeling spent from his orgasm, Cluny took matters into his own paws. With Matthias still attached to him. He stood up, holding onto the mouse's rump.

"I'll take it from here," said the rat.

Matthias felt himself being bounced up and down by the strong rat, who held him as though he weighed nothing at all. Matthias buried his face into the large, muscular chest of the rat as the cock was pushed in and out of him. He could feel the rat's heart racing at an incredible rate, it was just so overwhelming, so passionate, he never wanted it to end.

"Argggggggh!" snarled the rat.

With one final thrust, Matthias felt his rear filled with the warm seed of Cluny, which was a very welcome feeling. Careful not to harm him, Cluny pulled out of the young mouse, putting him down on his cot.

"That was . . . wonderful!" said Matthias, his arms stretched over his head.

"I enjoyed it as well," said Cluny, lying down next to Matthias. "You're a fun ride, Matthias."

Matthias again beamed with pride. He curled up next to the rat warlord, putting his head on the rat's large chest. Cluny stroked the mouse's head.

"I take it you want to sleep here tonight?" asked Cluny.

"Yes," said Matthias. "I thought you might want me to wake you up in the morning."

"Oh," said Cluny. "And just how do you plan on waking me up?"

Matthias smiled at Cluny, knowing that Cluny already knew the answer.