Tribal Instinct
The Toha Tribe was the most powerful in the region. Clentin, a renown warrior of the tribe, sat in his makeshift hut, one of many situated in the middle of the plains. The soft trickling of a small river could be heard, as well as the singing of the many creatures of the night - the crickets being the loudest as usual. Moonlight shined on the threshold of his door-less hut, leaving his personal activity in the dark.
The avian was meditating, focusing on controlling his fears, his anxieties, and his desires. He sat cross-legged on the grass, hands on his knees, body straight and composed. His eyes were closed as he was teleported into the world of his own mind, seeing things no other living being could possibly see. Dark things, light things, happy and sad, good and bad, all kinds of opposing concepts and ideas. It was up to him to decide which to possess and use.
He looked imposing, but humble at the same time. A sword rested next to him, sheathed in an elaborately decorated scabbard. He wore no shirt, his muscled body warning any who would dare challenge him of their futile opposition. Only a loincloth was on his being, leaving little to the imagination with a bulge so large it threatened to break through at any moment. Still, Clentin didn't even seem to notice it. He was lost in his own world, focused on other things. He was quiet, composed, and disciplined. He breathed deeply, inhaling through his nose and exhaling through his slightly- parted beak. He had been at it for nearly half a day now, lost in his world.
A fellow soldier was patrolling the camp. Clentin heard his footsteps approaching, the crunching of dirt and rock growing louder and louder until -
"Clentin?" the solider asked from the outside the hut, being respectful by not looking in.
Clentin opened his eyes, two white orbs glowing in the dark. He saw a horse outside of his hut, eyes averted and gazing at the moon. "Yes?"
"My deepest apologies for interrupting, but Master Qen wanted to know if you were doing okay. Are you comfortably accommodated?" the horse looked nervous, and rightly so. He had heard of Clentin's prowess in battle. He had so much rage, so much energy. Blows seemed to deflect right off him, and with barely a flick of his finger, heads would roll. He hoped one day to see it himself, but for now he must not look. He didn't deserve the honor of it.
"Yes, it is fine. Send Qen my regards," Clentin closed his eyes again, the two lights in the dark extinguishing themselves. The sudden warp back to reality was actually rather startling, but he didn't show it. To do so would be to display weakness.
The horse, named Quaid, nodded. He turned to go, but before he took his first step he stopped. Clentin was breathing heavily, a few grunts interrupting the harsh release of breath. Quaid smiled, knowing the avian was doing his meditations. The type that warriors of Clentin's level performed, however, were far more complex practices than those of others. It required more willpower and discipline than Quaid thought he would ever have, and his respect for the warrior grew immensely. He secretly wished he could barge in and interrupt, but such an act would lead to his execution. "If it requires this much willpower to stop myself from doing that," he thought to himself, "I can't imagine doing what Clentin is right now."
In the hut, Clentin's eyes were closed, and his mind was focused. However, his breathing was becoming rushed and irregular. "Need to control my breathing," he thought to himself. And he did. His grunts and soft moans subsided, and his respiration returned to normal. He was getting close - close to controlling it. Close to reaching deep into the most subconscious parts of his mind and mastering his ability to manipulating them. Close to manipulating the most difficult thing he has ever attempted to control: his penis. It seemed far-fetched, but if he found the power to do so, he could do almost anything. It was not an easy task either, especially when he was so...gifted.
"Control it," he thought. "Up..."
And with this thought his cock obeyed. His loincloth stirred, quickly being pushed away as his mammoth easily tore out of it, thumping onto the grass in front of him. It lay there for a few seconds before stirring, blood flowing into it on Clentin's whim, the foot-long, soft snake swelling, rising, erecting. Up it went, past his navel, and still further, twitching as it swelled and hardened.
"Don't touch it," he told his quivering arms, tempted badly to entice his cock further, to stimulate it. He wanted to open his eyes and fall to narcissism, to watch his huge cock grow bigger and bigger. The thought of it sent him swelling faster than he wanted to, his cock poking him in the chest.
"No!" he said to it. "Down...easy..." his lip trembled, head scrunched, body tense. He probed his brain, attempting to throw the lever that controlled his libido. But try as he might, he couldn't stop picturing his towering cock. It hardened further, poking him in the chin, making his feathers wet with his precum.
"Must...stop..." he strained, harder than ever, forcing the image out of his mind. It came in flickers, as though someone were flipping a switch in his head off and on. Even still, it was enough to break him. Wouldn't it be okay just to touch it a little bit? To see it swell and spew all over the place? He knew how much cum he had, and he could only imagine how much was stored up in him after so long...
"FUCK!" he roared, tearing his hands from his body, wrapping them around his cock, jerking it quickly and violently. His mouth instantly gulped down his cockhead, tongue swirling around his glans, throat filled with his cock. He straightened his legs, letting his enormous testicles fall to the grass, the blades tickling the sensitive skin of his sack.
He grunted and moaned loudly, as though he hadn't touched himself in many weeks (which he hadn't), the pleasure he was feeling was taking over his mind, erasing all of his hard work and long progress. It would take weeks to get back to where he had been in his progress, but now he didn't care. All he wanted to do now was cum, to paint this hut white with his spunk. He had been blessed with his gigantic endowment, and everyone in the camp knew it; no form of pants could hide the titanic bulge traveling down his leg.
His head popped off his cock as he fell onto his back, his discipline out the window, sexual urge and instinct taking complete control of him. His cock surged and throbbed in his hands, growing thicker and longer as his orgasm approached, the color becoming blood red as it became harder than rock, veins popping out all over. "Yes...YES!" he roared, thrusting into his hands, hips jerking into the air. He aimed his cock at his mouth, bending his head forward and thrusting into his throat, palms flat on the ground to steady himself. His balls flew to and fro, slapping against his legs and body as he thrust violently, muffled moans and roars escaping the hut.
Outside, Quaid had heard the most sensual noises he had ever heard. He stopped in his tracks, already feeling his erection growing in his short canvas pants, which were already tight thanks to his muscular legs. His obvious bulge grew, traveling along his hips. "What the-" he questioned, turning around. It was coming from Clentin's hut. He knew immediately what had happened. He was half sad, since he knew the avian had been working so hard on his meditations, but also half overjoyed. He tiptoed over to the hut, not worrying about making too much noise since the warrior was making enough on his own.
He put his ear to the wall of the hut, next to the door. The sounds he heard nearly made him fall to his knees. Looking around, he decided this was dangerous. He crept to the backside of the hut, which faced the empty plains and decreased his chances of detection. His punishment for this would be enormous, but God...how could he resist? He frantically removed his pants, which was extremely difficult considering his massive, 16 inch horse cock. He put his ear to the wall again and jerked himself with one hand, the other caressing the wall, pretending it was the strong, feathered warrior. The grunting, groaning and muffled roaring he heard put the image in his head of the warrior sucking himself, which sent precum flying all over as Quaid jerked himself. If only he could actually watch without getting caught. Could he risk it? How would Clentin react?
Inside, Clentin's eyes were hazy with lust. His bicep was next to his head, and he was running his tongue all over it, worshipping his own muscled body, thrusting his cock into the air as his hands roamed his torso, squeezing his pecs and abs, his eight pack crunching and flexing as he thrust. His balls continued to flop all over, his thrusting becoming quick and frantic, ropes of precum stretching between his cock and chest as his meat thumped against it, the sound reverberating like a drum. His breathing was still harsh, loud and sexy as air passed through his nose and out his break. He eventually grabbed his cock with one hand and jerked it, still kissing and licking his towering, veined muscle, his bottom now flat on the ground.
Quaid had already splattered all over himself just listening to Clentin. His eye was forced closed by his cum, and his strong body was drenched. He decided to do the unthinkable. He took out his dagger and carefully inserted it into the mud wall of the hut. When he heard no reaction from Clentin, he carved a tiny circle into the wall, carefully pulling the knife to let the section of mud fall out of the wall in his direction. He bent down and looked through the hole. He nearly cursed aloud when he was met only with darkness, except for the lit up threshold. He removed his eye and frowned, looking down at his massive erection, still throbbing with need. He had to see Clentin's cock. It was as legendary as the avian himself. He couldn't imagine how massive it was.
He was about to sneak around when his heart leapt out of his chest. He saw a disturbance in the corner of his eye and looked at the wall of the hut, only to see an eye staring straight at him from the hole. Clentin was looking right at him.
Quaid was petrified. He didn't move, didn't breathe. He could only stare, mouth agape, erection completely lost. He was just a fool with no clothes and cum soaked into his body.
Suddenly Clentin's eye left the hole. "Oh no," Quaid thought. "He must be coming out right now to kill me." He looked towards the plains, planning to run away, but he would never outrun Clentin. His heart was beating harder than it ever had in his life, a strange combination of sexual excitement and absolute terror. He would die with honor, he decided, or at least as much honor as one could die with after masturbating outside a renown warrior's hut.
But no. Quaid jumped when the sword appear through the wall. Was Clentin trying to stab him? Quaid watched. The sword made a circle, although much larger than the eyehole Quaid had made. The section of wall fell out with a thud on Quaid's side. What was going on?
Inside, Clentin wasn't even considering the possible consequences of his actions. All he knew was that he wanted to be pleasured. He couldn't do it himself.
Quaid swallowed loudly, waiting for something to happen. And then it DID happen. He thought he was dreaming. A cockhead - the largest he had ever seen in his life - poked through the massive hole. Clentin had made a glory hole. Instantly, the horse's erection had returned, and was already leaking ropes of precum as more and more of Clentin's monstrously thick, long cock slipped through the hole. It was dark red and sleek with the avian's pre, and whenever Quaid thought it would stop coming through the hole, even more came. Finally, it was over, and Quaid couldn't believe his eyes.
It was about as long as the horse's arm from shoulder to finger tip, and as thick as one of his calves. It barely fit through the hole, which was acting as a sort of cockring, squeezing around Clentin's base, making the enormous member swell all the more as blood was trapped inside it. Veins began to pop out all over the length, pulsating to the avian's strong heartbeat.
Quaid hesitated at first, trying to make sure he was alive, not asleep, and not making a huge mistake by reaching a hand out and touching the avian's fat cockhead. Clentin's meat lurched when Quaid did, accepting the horse's contact eagerly, spitting a wad of precum onto the horse's leg. Quaid shuddered, the warm sensation of Clentin's precum sliding down his leg like liquid power, urging him to go further. He put both hands on Clentin's endowment, jerking it slowly, eliciting a thick rope of pre to drool out and fall to the ground. Quaid fell to his knees and played with it with his tongue before kissing Clentin's oozing cumslit, which was as big as his mouth, gulping more precum. The taste was fascinating and delicious. It was warm in his belly, and he wanted more. He jerked the warrior off faster, wondering how the avian was reacting to this.
Inside, Clentin felt as though he would lose his mind to this pleasure. He had never had such contact with another being, his discipline shattering completely to the whims of his desires. Thirty years with no sexual partner. This was the first time anyone had touched him in this way, and it drove him wild. He didn't care if it was a man or a woman. He just wanted relief. He was hammering the hole in the wall, the lubricated opening acting as an artificial vagina, sending waves of pleasure through his body, tendrils of precum oozing from his cock only to be lapped up by this wonderful horse servicing him. He was practically hugging the wall, wanting as much of his cock out there as possible. He had to cum so bad...
Quaid was working Clentin's cock furiously, his hands a blur on the avian's throbbing meat, his mouth only able to fit the head in before gagging. He was swallowing as much pre as he could, but much of it escaped, oozing down his face and dripping onto his own quivering erection, which had already unleashed its load another two times without being touched. The wall was splattered with white horse seed, which he scooped up and lubricated Clentin's cock with. Then he noticed the warrior thrusting in and out of the hole, which made Quaid even hornier, which he didn't think possible. The horse stood up and watched, jerking himself. His cock had cum so much already that it hurt, but damn it if he didn't take advantage of this hotter than hot sight. This massive, throbbing, needing monster of a cock thrusting so hard against the wall that it shook. He could hear the avian pounding against it on the other side, desperate for release. Quaid couldn't imagine how much cum could be in this mammoth.
Clentin was close. He was so close. He could feel his urethra bulging as it prepared to unleash a tidal wave. The hole began to crack at its edges, the cracks traveling further along the mud wall as he pounded against it harder and harder. And then it came. The avian grabbed his body, squeezing his pecs, as he roared the most primal, sexually crazed roar possible. "YES! YEAH!" he screamed, humping the artificial vagina all the harder as he came. The sensation was overwhelming. He didn't think it would ever end, but still it came and came. His body tensed, every muscle in him flexing, veins popping out all over, as his orgasm seized control of his mind and drove him into a frenzy. He humped and humped and humped...
Quaid knew the warrior was close. The cock in front of him was pulsing, throbbing, leaking. It seemed to be swelling even larger, the color blood red, the leaking and squirting precum becoming thicker and whiter. He stepped to the side, knowing that he'd be knocked over if he got in the way.
It was like nothing he had ever seen before. Clentin's cumslit opened wide before releasing the most powerful surge of cum he thought possible. It was an endless rope, shooting at least twenty feet into the grass, then declining to about five feet before throbbing and swelling to even greater thickness and increasing to twenty feet again. It declined and went back again, over and over, each massive throb making the cock inflate and shoot even more cum. It was enough to feed the entire campsite, but still it came, even after a minute. Quaid had to do it. He stepped in front of the stream, enveloping himself in warm, sticky spunk. He drank it, rubbed it into his body, and moaned loudly as his cock came again and again to the overpowering sensation of this warrior's spunk coating him head to toe. He didn't even notice the cracks beginning to form in the wall.
Clentin let forward one final, massive thrust before the mud wall crumbled completely. It tumbled down, falling into the grass all around him and the horse. It happened just as he released his final shot, the avian hunched over with his hands on his knees, panting heavily. He looked up and saw Quaid standing there, dripping with cum. "So that was you, eh?" he asked, his cock still hard as could be in front of him, throbbing and oozing ropes of remaining cum, his giant balls swinging just above his knees.
"Y-yes," Quaid stammered. Good GOD was Clentin hot! Such a beast bursting with muscle, and so tall, at least eight feet! No wonder his cock was so big!
"Think you could help me out a little more? I'm not quite done yet."
Quaid smiled weakly, his erection thumping against his body. "Of course."
To be Continued! :0