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Chapter II: Break (continued)

Ivan turned around, grabbed Bavo's head again, and stuck his cock to his face as he had before. Bavo opened his mouth without protest, taking the tip into inside his muzzle. He thought Ivan would be done like the other guys, but he seemed to want more. He stuck his cock deep into Bavo's maw -- so deep that Bavo could no longer breathe. Bavo held his breath for a while, thinking the knight would pull back, however, he didn't. He felt pressure build in his chest, a heat flush over his face. He needed to breathe badly, but Ivan was not going to let him. The captive began gagging and coughing, all the while Ivan's cock was still deep in his throat. Tears slowly ran down his cheeks as he closed his eyes tight. He began struggling; he worried that this was it.

Bavo heard Avon speak. "Ivan..." he said sternly. Ivan pulled his cock out of Bavo's mouth and smiled at their prisoner, and also at Avon. "What? I was just seeing how far he could take it. I am impressed," Ivan said, stepping over Bavo and letting his nut sac slide across the top of the tribesman's head as he again took his place beside Avon. Bavo coughed some more as he slowly caught his breath.

Merulf now approached Bavo. He grabbed him by the hair and made him lean back up. Merulf was obviously slightly older. He had a subtle dust of gray on his muzzle, a slight paunch to his belly, and a strong scent. Bavo soon had that scent rubbed all over his face. Merulf told Bavo to lick his ball sac, and Bavo did so. Merulf's hand reached down to feel Bavo's ass, smiling as he touched his hot, stinging hole. Bavo cringed. Merulf pushed the tribesman's head down as he got on his knees behind him. He pressed his shorter but thicker cock to his ass and pushed inside with a hard sudden thrust. Bavo, by now extremely raw from the treatment, whimpered out in considerable pain. The others' cocks had done a number on him already, and the flesh of his ass was sanguine and tender. Merulf drove his hips in a slower, powerful rhythm. Bavo could only dream of all this being over. He felt a sort of numbness take over his body, and he began to feel very weak and dizzy.

Soon, Merulf pulled out of his ass and pressed his cock, moist with the cum of his comrades, to Bavo's face. He ejaculated upon the younger tribesman's cheeks and over his muzzle. Bavo kept his eyes closed. As his orgasm tapered off, Merulf used his hand to smear his cum into the fur of Bavo's face. Without a word, he patted the captive's back once and walked away.

Ivan had been watching the whole time, stroking his cock and waiting for another chance to shame the tribesman. Bavo was so weak that he could not hold himself up very well. His head drooped against the ground. He had scarcely opened his eyes again when he felt Ivan yank him by the fur of his sore head. He held Bavo's face erect as he climaxed on him again as well, then let Bavo fall to the floor, his forehead thudding on the wood.

After they finished, the men casually began to clothe themselves. Avon adjusted his clothes and reassembled his mail. He sheathed his sword at his side. Merulf looked outside as he put his gloves back on. He addressed Avon, "Sir, I believe the men are seeking you."

Avon nodded to Merulf, then turned towards Ivan and Renhard "I must go visit the infirmary, count our dead, and send notice to the kingship. I will be a day behind you with the rest of the men," he said, looking at them with a stoic composure.

"A day behind? Sir, may I ask where we will be?" Renhard asked as he put his boots back on.

"Yes, and I will tell you that you will be guiding our new friend here back to Kayur."

"Oh, come on sir. You don't really mean to keep this one do you?" Ivan remarked, turning to look at Bavo.

"I think the Avon here has found a piece of ass he likes," boasted Merulf, laughing and patting Avon on the back. Avon grinned back at him, then directed his attention to Ivan.

"I just want him there, you understand? He is mine now. Get him and the men back safely."

"Yes sir" Renhard replied first. "Sir," Ivan then acknowledged.

"Also, I want him intact, like he is now. This one will be a good worker."

Both Ivan and Renhard bowed their heads. Avon headed out the door and was met with a loud roar of cheers and praise from his men. Bavo could hardly see what was going on. He was awake, but only barely. Renhard helped Bavo lean up against one of the table legs. Bavo looked down at the floor and saw a bit of his own blood. His eyes looked at Renhard gravely. "Am I dying?" he asked. Renhard grinned and Ivan laughed.

"No you are not dying, not yet," Renhard answered, picking the captive up off of the floor. It took a moment for Bavo to gain his footing. His backside was still on fire, and his legs were weak and shaky. Ivan securely tied his hands behind his back as Renhard helped hold him up.

"Well, we have a lot of traveling to do. It will be just you and us on the road for the next week or two," Ivan spoke to Bavo. "If you try anything -- anything at all -- you run, you look at me wrong, I will kill you. " Ivan grabbed his ass, and Bavo's face cringed. "Also, you listen to everything we tell you to do. Understand?" Bavo nodded furiously. Ivan then patted his ass slightly more gently. Renhard tied a rope around Bavo's collar and began tugging him along, out of the doorway.

Outside, Bavo was met with chanting men. Many were singing a triumphant song. He could not make out the words, but they all seemed to grin derisively down at him. Others spat at his feet as the two knights walked him down the street. A few threw pieces of rotten food and other waste. Suddenly a small clay brick hit him in the neck. Bavo stumbled to the ground, and all the men laughed. Renhard quickly turned to them as Ivan roughly pulled Bavo back to his feet.

"Stay your aggression, Avon has ordered this one alive and in one piece. Do not disappoint your baron." The men lowered their heads in shame. Renhard tugged Bavo along with some force. He turned to Ivan and spoke more quietly: "Ivan, we must leave right now, without any of these men."

"What? Why?" Ivan asked, confused.

"Look at them, and look him," he said, gesturing towards Bavo "They'll kill him, sometime in the night when we aren't able to stop them. We cannot control their desire for vengeance." Renhard continued, watching some of the infantrymen give Bavo grim looks.

"So what? Their desires are just. He is the enemy. We would all be safer with a small band of men at our side," Ivan protested.

"In all of our years with Sir Avon, have you ever known him to spare someone like this?"

"Well.... No not really," Ivan answered.

"So do you not think that he wants him alive for something important, that this might be something personal?" "I guess I see your point."

"So if Bavo dies before we get there, he'll blame us. This is our charge. We cannot fail him, not even once. We swore an oath. These other men, they have not taken oaths like we have." Renhard said to Ivan, who quietly nodded in agreement.

"So what are we waiting for, let's get the fuck out of here," said Ivan, grinning as they began to walk away. The two pushed Bavo into the back of an empty wooden wagon and Bavo sat against a corner, gravely staring at the floor. He was still nude, the putrid flesh of a rotten tomato matting the fur on his ankles and feet. Renhard hopped aboard and took and command of the horses.

He turned to Ivan. "Brother, will you quickly fetch us a loaf of bread. " Ivan nodded and began to move. "And ale!" -- Renhard called to him as he strode away. Minutes later, the wagon took off up the road, over the hill and back into the forest.