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I'm not even going to bother with my standard disclaimers this time. Suffice to say, the story has tags, consider those tags to be accurate. This story is part of the Bartaugh / Leyrar / Freynis series. Chronologically, it's the earliest in the series (I really haven't intended to go backward constantly, it just worked out that way) and it's almost certainly the earliest that I'll write in the series; anything else that I create for this scenario will come after this story. If you enjoyed the previously written stories featuring Bartaugh and his elf companions, you might enjoy this one. If those stories were uninteresting or if they completely squicked you, I don't see how this one will be any different. Enjoy, if you're into this sort of thing.

I have broken this up into three segments because it's so damned long. I'll probably be doing that for my longer stories in the future, just because I'm concerned about readability.

Introductions by Bartaugh

Part 1: The Usual Meeting

"Ngh... just a little more..."

Dh'rath's face was twisted into an expression of smug satisfaction that the drow race had seemed to perfect, though some of the look was lost amidst the pleasure brought by the gently suckling elven mouth upon his adolescent cock. His hips jerked back just a bit, dragging his glans upon the soft tongue, and then he thrust forward, nearly pushing his ebon shaft into the surface elf youth's throat.

Freynis shuddered, nearly but not quite gagging. The elf boy had learned, from necessity, how to take a cock into his throat -- specifically, Dh'rath's cock -- but the drow always jerked his hips in just the right way to cause a momentary panic before the learned reflex could activate.

The drow's knees were bending sharply, and his back slid against the trunk of the strong tree upon which he supported himself.

"H...here it comes..."

The warning was scarcely necessary; Freynis had been blowing this drow for months now and had become acutely aware of the telltale signs of impending orgasm. What he could never tell was whether Dh'rath would thrust into and shoot right into his throat, or whether he would have the dark elf's semen spilled directly into his mouth, forcing him to taste the heavy release before being made to swallow.

Occasionally, the drow youth would jerk back and paint the surface boy's face, but those times were infrequent. Today was a throat-release day, as Freynis felt the pulsing glans enter his gullet and his throat tickled by the sudden onrush of spurting seed.

Then it was over, again. Freynis struggled for breath, still on his knees with his flowing brown hair falling over the sides of his face, and he watched Dh'rath draw his pants back up and fasten them. Dh'rath looked down with smug satisfaction; the few loose strands of his otherwise pulled-back long white hair that covered his face couldn't hope to hide the boy's arrogance.

Without attempting to hide the bitterness in his tone, Freynis asked, "Was that adequate?"

As always, Dh'rath feigned ponderance and then, as if showing great mercy, he answered, "I suppose that I may delay reporting upon the location of your home for another week..."

And, as was typical of this cruel routine, Freynis asked, "So where shall I meet you next?"

The answer given was not expected. It broke the cycle that had been in motion for months, ever since the young surface elf had been tackled and overpowered by this youthful drow scout. Ever since he had been ordered to orally service the cruel dark elf lest his home village face an unrelenting raid and destruction.

"Actually..." Dh'rath said, indicating already that the answer would vary from the expected, "...I have a place I want you to go right now."

Freynis blinked, showing apprehension and visible fear. Dh'rath could not hide his expectation of that reaction, and his feigned surprise was too obviously forced as he says, "I'm not going to drag you off someplace to kill you. If I wanted to kill you, you would already be dead."

The surface elf blinked blankly for a moment, needing a brief pause to comprehend what he was being told. The routine that he had shared with this cruel drow had become so familiar, so scripted, that only now, with Dh'rath's words being off-script, did Freynis realise the strength of the dark elf's accent. Eventually -- sensing the boy's impatience -- he gave a slow nod and he stood up onto trembling legs.

"The arrangement is the same," Dh'rath explained as he grabbed hold of Freynis's hand, rather roughly, and gave a leading tug, "Do as you are asked, and I will not tell my people of the location of your village."

The journey lasted some time, deeper into the woods, through a clearing, then through more wooded area. Amidst wondering how this dark elf was so adept at navigating outdoors during the day, Freynis realised in fleeting moments that he should be attempting to memorize the path, so that he would be able to follow it back home.

If he would ever have the chance to follow it back home.

Freynis's arm felt sore from all of the tugging by the time he reached the secluded and nearly hidden entrance to a cave, and the sight of it nearly dropped him to his knees. He thought of the underground, and how dangerous he had been told that it was, and ...

...further thoughts were cut off by Dh'rath. As if sensing exactly where Freynis's concerns would lead, the drow hissed, "I'm not taking you to more of my people, so stop worrying. We're going to meet an old friend of mine. Just one, and no others."

Meeting someone who would consider a boy like Dh'rath a friend was hardly a reassurance.

Freynis entered the cave, having no other choice, and was led through what seemed to be a long corridor of a passage within. It branched to other corridors, to the left and to the right, which were skipped. Just as Freynis thought to be led along a completely straight path, the Drow turned to a branching path no different in appearance than any other. After skipping several more potential turns, Freynis was led through another passage, and another.

This was a maze, and the surface elf realised that he could not hope to memorize the path that was being taken.

He also noticed that, somehow, the passages through which he traveled were lit. The walls were not brightly illuminated, but somehow he could see his way through, as though the light from the cave entrance had never dimmed no matter how deeply he traveled, even though that opening had been lost so many twists and turns ago.

Another turn, another passage, then another turn. Then he was somewhere else.

It was a huge room, a welcome change from the narrow maze of passages in which Freynis had just started to feel claustrophobic. It was lit also, but rather than from the pale, barely present reaches of sunlight that had crept in -- perhaps unnaturally -- from openings unknown or unseen it was a warm, orange glow that spread throughout the room from a large, well-maintained fire that burned in the center; strangely, the firepit was arranged in a somewhat lengthwise fashion, rather than as a circle. Around that fire were large stones, placed with evident intent for seating.

This was a home, it seemed, or at least a dwelling. Very near the fire, Freynis saw what must have been some sort of bedding, though it seemed rather ragged, made of various mismatched fabrics and cushions, a pile seemingly strewn together with barely imposed form and order from randomly collected materials rather than properly constructed.

Off in the distance, he saw what seemed to be a kitchen area; he could make out a table -- whether for dining or preparation he could not tell -- and what seemed to be a sizable oven. That alone confirmed the purpose of this place as a living quarters of some sort.

"Greetings, Dh'rath..."

The deep, heavy voice sounded, but did not echo as Freynis would have expected such a voice to. The absence of any reverberation made the room seem strangely quiet for a few seconds, despite the audible crackling of the fire. His head turned toward the source of the sound, but not before the voice was heard again.

"I see that you have brought in another guest."

A minotaur. The voice had come from a minotaur. One who, quite obviously, could speak.

Freynis had heard legends of such creatures, but he could recall little of them now that he was confronted with a real one. He was tall, perhaps eight feet in height -- towering over the adolescent elf -- though despite standing upon large, hooved feet his body was mostly humanoid -- albeit quite a muscled humanoid, one with short but coarse-looking tan bodyfur covering his body, making him seem more bestial than mer or man. Atop his shoulders was a heavy, bullish-head that somehow flowed perfectly from his bipedal body. Two pointed horns emerged from the sides behind his ears, and a thick covering of a dark brown mane seemed to spill off of the top of his head. He was smiling -- despite the bull face, the mouth was clearly upturned into such an expression -- and the bewildered elf quickly noticed sparkling yellow eyes showing far more intelligence than he had thought ever attributed to such a creature.

Then Freynis noticed that the minotaur was naked.

He was standing upright, though his strong-looking legs bore a slightly odd-looking bend in order to properly end upon the thick hooves below, and the young elf could not help but notice as he followed up those thick thighs that nothing covered the creature's waist. The fur at his crotch thickened and elongated, as if attempting to grow into some arrangement of modesty, but it never quite reached the right length to cover the creature's sizable, even while flaccid, penis or the two heavy-looking orbs behind it. The darkening of the creature's groin fur seemed in fact only to draw attention to what hung freely there.

The minotaur began to walk. Freynis realised that he was being approached, but the sight of those huge genitals swaying and shifting with each step distracted his attention when he knew that he should speak, look away, or both.

"Would you like to introduce your friend?", the creature asked.

The words were enough outside stimulus to divert Freynis's gaze, even if the question was directed to Dh'rath. The young elf heard the drow's voice answer, in accented common, "Bartaugh, this is Freynis. I thought that you might like to share his company this evening."

Bartaugh gave a slow nod; Freynis's head had lifted upward just in time to notice it.

"I would indeed...", was the reply. It was spoken with more warmth and gentleness than Freynis had ever expected from any friend of Dh'rath. Still, the boy was acutely aware that he had little choice in the minotaur's decision.

The minotaur was still approaching, and Freynis fought the urge to look back down at that distracting exposed organ. Then the minotaur was so close that the surface elf felt warmed from the radiating body heat. He felt a heavy hand rubbing against his backside, through his shirt, and then, as he felt himself guided effortlessly forward by what seemed to be the gentlest of pushes, he heard the creature speak again.

"Come. Let us remove your clothing..."

"Us" evidently meant the minotaur, as, upon being led to the center of the room, near that large roaring fire, Freynis simply stood silently as he was rather quickly undressed by the now kneeling creature. Despite the minotaur's size, his hands proved surprisingly gentle with large fingers able to quickly unlace the elf boy's boots Freynis felt his left boot gripped and held firmly, and he knew instinctively to raise his leg and to tug his foot out of it. His right boot was removed similarly, and then he placed his foot to the cool cavern floor, which felt surprisingly clean to his bared skin. His toes splayed out momentarily, then relaxed.

Next, his pants and shirt were unfastened by the creature's hands, which felt heavy and powerful despite their careful work. The elf shrugged his shoulders back without thinking as his shirt was pulled away, and his pants, already falling, were then gently guided down the rest of his way to his ankles. Again with little thought, Freynis drew his feet, one at a time, from them and stood, nude, before the minotaur.

Bartaugh's previously gentle smile had widened to a somewhat more lecherous twist, and Freynis was already blushing furiously when the creature approvingly stated, "Very handsome."

Then the minotaur stood, and the surface elf's eyes opened wide as Bartaugh's groin rose to nearly inches from his face. The boy mistook the heat of his flushed face with warmth pouring off of that massive member, and he nearly let out a startled yelp as the creature's hand once more petted his backside, those fingers feeling all the stronger upon his bare skin, without clothing to block them, a faint pressure seemingly encouraging the youth to lean in for an even closer look...

...and then Dh'rath's voice spoiled the enchantment.

"So..."

Freynis turned to where he had seen the dark elf boy standing last, but noticed only a pile of discarded clothing in his place. Black boots, black pants, a black shirt strewn carelessly, the garments were unmistakable, but the surface elf's head had to turn a bit further to see the dark elf adolescent, now naked and sporting a shameless erection, reclining upon the chaotic-looking bedding as if the owner of it.

Dh'rath's appearance did give Freynis pause; the surface boy had never before seen the dark elf fully in nude and now the sight of this ebon-skinned elf's slender but well-toned body proved an unexpected source of fascination. His chest showed clear, almost sculpted muscular development and the build of his legs gave the impression of athleticism.

Not that any pleasantness of his appearance improved his attitude.

"What do you wanna watch, Bart? Can he sit on my lap for a bit?"

Dh'rath spread his legs apart, obviously to better show off his arousal, letting his sizable testicles fall between his toned thighs.

"Not tonight," the creature answered, his voice apparently managing to hide annoyance with Dh'rath's attitude even if his expression did not.

Dh'rath didn't attempt to hide his disappointment, but he seemed unwilling to argue the point. Freynis found himself somewhat fascinated with Bartaugh's evident ability to hold command over the drow, even moreso when a simple glare from the creature prompted Dh'rath to shift to the side and to give Bartaugh room to recline upon his own bed.

"I think tonight..." the creature stated in a rather matter-of-fact tone despite the preface, "...shall be a simple trading of orgasms."

The minotaur's long, thick legs stretched out and spread, allowing his heavy balls to drop freely between them. Freynis tried not to stare, once again, at the creature's penis, but avoiding it became difficult when Bartaugh's right hand reached to and grasped the organ gently.

"You shall both work to provide release to me first." the creature stated as he very slowly pumped his grip along his length which seemed to Freynis to become ever so slightly more rigid.

"Then," Bartaugh continued as his member did indeed rise in firmness and size, "Freynis, you shall work Dh'rath to orgasm. I trust that you have experience in that matter."

Dh'rath smirked, and his erect ebon cock twitched, almost as if being flexed.

"Finally," the minotaur smiled, "Freynis, Dh'rath will work to provide release to you."

The creature's eyes narrowed, but his smile remained as he slyly added, "... knowing Dh'rath, that will be a first for you, will it not?"

Eyes opening properly again, the creature's expression returned to the warm gaze from before as he said, "But that is later. Come. I have seen your hands and your lips, and I wish to feel them upon my flesh."

Events had proceeded quite quickly for the addled adolescent surface elf, so much so that his mind had not yet caught up to where his body was standing. Dh'rath' evidently impatient, attempted to hurry the boy along with his own form of invitation.

"C'mon. Get over here."

Without thinking, Freynis took a step forward. Dh'rath was staring, and the elf boy instantly remembered his nudity and feeling a sudden urge to hide it from onlookers. The urge faded, though, when Bartaugh's hand nudged the dark elf boy's shoulder; Dh'rath instantly turned his head down to the minotaur's groin and moved in to place his lips against the side of the creature's now erect penis. Besides the shock of seeing such a lewd act so suddenly displayed, Bartaugh's obvious command over the drow boy was so fascinating to Freynis that he instantly forgot any embarrassment over his own nudity.

He stepped forward again, his gaze fixated upon the creature's now fully erect and rather forcefully throbbing cock, and upon the drow lips that gently danced over the surface. Ebon-skinned hands soon joined those lips, fingers gently wrapping, squeezing and lightly stroking. The minotaur's hips were shifting slightly, pushing the aroused member against the drow's grasp, and the motion caused the heavy orbs that dangled beneath to bounce and sway subtly in motions that entranced the surface boy.

"Come..." he heard the creature say.

He was on his knees in front of the bed. How he had arrived there he could not remember, but a gentle hand upon his shoulder guided him to move in just a little further, and then eased him downward.

His face landed just before the minotaur's cocktip. The girth was incredible, far larger than Dh'rath's, far more than would fit into his mouth. Moisture was already drooling thickly from the tip and it glistened where it fell into the abdominal fur beneath it. The boy took in a breath and felt himself strangely driven to make contact, his body responding slowly only to let the excitement of the anticipation linger for just a few more seconds.

And then Freynis's hands slid up and his fingers grasped the flesh. The skin felt soft, but taut, and the flesh beneath the skin was unmistakably firm. He curled his fingers, grasping gently at the rigid shaft, and then he allowed his lips to close in and to kiss the side of that heavy tip. His mouth parted, and his kiss became an affectionate suckling as the grip of his hands strengthened, almost kneading the flesh that he stroked. He felt the movement of Dh'rath's work, the black-skinned elf's hands working lower down the shaft, the drow's lips rubbing in right at the middle, and then he then heard the minotaur's groan of pleasure from the synergy of two pairs of hands and two pairs of lips servicing him.

Dh'rath and Freynis worked upon Bartaugh's cock for several minutes; they did not quite work as a team but the combined effect of their individual efforts seemed pleasing enough to the minotaur, at least judging from his rumbles of pleasure and the light touch upon Freynis's shoulder. Freynis could not know what Dh'rath thought of the task, but the surface elf found his efforts to be oddly pleasing, even relaxing. Obviously Dh'rath had taught him how to pleasure other males, but Bartaugh was entirely receptive, rather than controlling, and Freynis found his ability to work at his own pace rather than to have a pace thrust upon (and into) him a refreshing, even a rewarding, change. He felt fingers press to his backside, tips kneading in just a bit, in what seemed to be an indication of affectionate approval.

Then he heard a groan, a deep and almost uncontrolled one, as the flesh upon his face and fingers pulsed wildly. He feared for a moment that it might jump from his grasp, and so he redoubled his efforts to hold it and to keep his lips sealed upon that soft skin, pushing through to the firm flesh below.

And then the spasms ended and the creature let out a deep, relaxed sigh. Freynis felt the firmness against his body fading, the creature's cock softening. The elf boy's eyes opened slowly to see that the member that he had caressed was shrinking, though it still remained an impressive size. His eyes rolled upward just slightly, and he witnessed a sizable spill of thick, whitish fluid splattered across the minotaur's chest and abdomen.

A sudden, and very strange, urge came over Freynis to drag his tongue through that spilled seed, but he suppressed it without acting.

His head turned to see -- with some surprised -- Dh'rath's erection aimed at his face. Evidently the impatient dark elf boy had begun straddling Freynis as soon as the minotaur's orgasm had subsided, if not earlier, and now the dark elf rather expectantly prodded the surface elf's soft lips whilst growling, "My turn."

The creature's position shifted, becoming more upright while still remaining in the bed. Freynis saw a hand travel back to hold Dh'rath's hips steady, then he felt the minotaur's other hand against his shoulder, easing him forward. Not that he needed guidance to know what was expected; his mouth opened almost automatically to take in the insistent drowcock, and he sealed his lips upon the tip as his tongue felt the thrusting shaft grinding upon it.

The motions were familiar to Freynis, as were his reactions to them. A thrust toward his throat met with forward push of his head, and the sudden withdrawal was greeted with a forceful suckle. Less familiar was the relative gentleness of Dh'rath's motions; perhaps in Bartaugh's presence, or perhaps from Bartaugh's restraints, the dark elf was far less insistent and forceful with his thrusts.

The large hand that had held his shoulder slid, fingers brushing over the boy's right arm until reaching the wrist and then Freynis felt his hand guided upward and his fingers directed to wrap those pleasant-feeling orbs, to knead against the soft-skinned scrotum. The young elf felt heaviness in his fingers, more than he would have expected from within this warm, lightly shifting sac.

And then he felt the telltale pulsing of Dh'rath's firm cockflesh and his tongue flicked up as the first spurt of cum splashed into his mouth.

Then, quite deliberately, Dh'rath jerked his hips back so that Freynis's face and chest were painted with further streaks of cum, much to Freynis's dismay.

"Aaah...Excellent!"

The drow had not even finished his orgasm; more warm, heavy spurts were falling upon Freynis's chin and neck when the Drow let out his pleasured gasp. The familiar domineering bent to Dh'rath's tone and expression had returned, just as strong as before; if the minotaur could keep the drow's behaviour in check, he was holding back at present.

Large hands took hold of Freynis's chest, gently easing the boy back before Dh'rath could think to wipe his cock on the already splattered cheek. The surface elf allowed himself to be eased back until he felt the slightly cooled semen soaked into the minotaur's chest rubbing into the skin of his back.

"Do not feel too embarrassed..." the creature whispered, having leaned in close enough for hot breath to tickle over Freynis's ear.

"...upon more than one occasion I have loosed a mess far greater upon him."

Bartaugh's words comforted Freynis, somehow, perhaps reassuring the surface boy of the minotaur's ultimate control over all here. He realised that the creature's large hands were at his legs, gently easing his thighs apart, and he offered no resistance.

"Dh'rath..." the creature stated in a far more commanding tone than Freynis had yet heard, "...pleasure this boy."

If the dark elf held any resentment for the order, it was not shown -- and Freynis had doubts that any so arrogant and callous would be able to disguise, even partially resentment. Instead, the drow gave a curt nod of his head, dropped back to his knees, and moved in to nuzzle at Freynis's crotch.

For a moment, Freynis felt too nervous to appreciate the dark elf's work but, as the minotaur's hands gently massaged his hips and sides, the sensation of Dh'rath's work -- mouthing upon his tender, sensitive scrotum and reaching and stroking the base of his rigidly erect penis -- began to move from a light distraction to an overpowering sensation. The boy felt breathing against his sac, which he realised was being timed and released with intentional force and direction. His head tipped back as swift ebon fingers took hold of his aching erection and stroked firmly and rapidly. A minotaur tongue affectionately swiped over his left cheek, cleaning up some of the mess that Dh'rath had spilled, and Freynis felt compelled to reach upward and to grasp Bartaugh's head as best he could. His hips jerked as the drow's tongue slid up the underside of his cock from base to tip and back down again, and then his body seized up as the firm, swift stroking resumed.

He felt intense pleasure centered between his legs, and his breathing quickened as that pleasure felt as though it was bursting forth.

And then it was bursting forth. He felt hot splashes lining across his belly, with several even reaching his chest as he lost himself in orgasm. His cock was stroked faster, his balls suckled and gently nibbled by a dark elf who apparently held a great deal of experience in such matters.

It ended, though not as quickly as he would have expected. His body slumped, drained and relaxed, against the huge minotaur. A few more licks teased his faintly twitching but ultimately spent cock, eliciting a few faint spasms before the drow seemed satisfied with his work. Freynis felt content in his place, splayed out, naked and enjoying the afterglow with his spilled sperm still cooling upon his bare skin, and so he felt significant disorientation at being pulled back up to his feet, roughly yanked there by Dh'rath, and he staggered with each step away from the minotaur's bed that he was pulled until he stopped, several feet away. Even standing still proved difficult, and he felt the dark elf's hands upon his shoulders, keeping his swaying form upright.

"So..."

Bartaugh's voice was coming in from behind him, which was expected, but also from above, which was not. Evidently the minotaur had stood and followed behind closely; Freynis soon felt a heavy hand rub his shoulder before slipping off.

"How did you find this handsome boy? Your typical tale of knowing where his village is, when in truth you hardly know your way through the woods, and extracting sexual gratification in exchange for the keeping of a secret you never really held?"

Before Freynis could properly react to the accusation, Dh'rath did it for him, giving a smug smirk and a quirk of the brow that all but confirmed the minotaur's speculation. The surface boy wanted to react with indignant anger but instead he was too puzzled by the dark elf's reaction to the exposure of his scheme and, with it, the end of his leverage.

"It is consistently successful. You know that."

Freynis's heart skipped, or at least seemed to. Evidently he was not the first victim of Dh'rath's ruse, nor was he the first to be brought to the minotaur's home. He thought to wonder why no other elves had reported upon this deception, but was only beginning to consider the unfortunate implications when the dark elf continued speaking.

"So, Bartaugh, how shall you handle this one. Shall I prepare to turn him over the fire, or did you want him in your oven?"

The drow's head dropped to address Freynis's baffled expression by explaining, rather simply, "He's going to eat you. That is why I brought you here."