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"Almighty!" Sir Auric exclaimed. Before he had time to react, the little people had secured the ropes and pulled him down. He had been kneeling by the young man, bent over to kiss, and now they were pressed chest to chest awkwardly. Sir Auric struggled but could not move. Fortunately, the pressure caused the young man to give milk, which allowed Sir Auric to slip his arm between them and slide his finger into his ring.

In an instant, he was free of the bonds. He looked about to get his bearings. He stood on a fair, fleshy mound at the base of a pink, swollen volcano-like protrusion from which milk dribbled. Looking over his shoulder, he found the same behind him. He was on the chest of the young man.

Sir Auric held one of the lines as he crossed the soft man tit and peered over the side. Below, an army of men, clad head to toe in drab olive, worked the ropes, adjusting them now that Sir Auric had escaped them.

"Where'd the other one go?" one asked.

"Fuck if I know."

"A giant like that doesn't just disappear."

"Shut your cum receptacles you two! We got this line to secure." This little man was in a metal box, which whined as it pulled the rope it held tighter. The man talked into a small black box. "Line one secure." He hopped out of the metal box as it quieted.

The small black box soon replied, "Line two secure. Line three . . ." and so on.

"All right men! Our job is done; let the civvies get to it."

'Civvies' must have been the men clothed head to toe in navy blue who accompanied metal boxes on wheels propelled by smoke coming out their rears.

What manner of magic is this, Sir Auric thought, that their metalwork has the breath of life?

Lengths of metal pipe and boards were unloaded from the backs of the metal boxes on wheels, stacked neatly next to the young man at intervals around his body.

Sir Auric had to get big again, but could not risk doing so while standing on the young man. He thought of how he might get off. Peering over the side, which was quite smooth and curvy, he could slide off, but would most likely injure himself on the fall. Instead, he began to trek down the groove of the abdomen, which slightly rose and fell. He held the light dusting of dark hair around the navel to keep from falling in there. Past the navel, the hair got thicker, turning into a briar patch.

The hair was coarse, stiff, and curly. Sir Auric had to climb over, crawl under, and slide between it. He hit a slight indentation as the hair ended, and he scaled the following mound. He realized that he stood atop the cock of the young man, which sloped down between his thighs.

Sir Auric went to one side and, using the hair as holds, worked his way beside the cock and down the side of the swollen nut sack. It was here that the musk of the young man was strongest, a bitter stench that was arousing. Sir Auric, his cock hard, grew light-headed from the funk. He focused through the haze and dangled from hair to hair down the nut sack to the ground.

Sir Auric peeked out from behind the heavy nut. The 'civvies' were at the head of the cock. They had built a platform to reach the piss slit, which, from this point of view, was large enough for a man to crawl into. Men stood just outside, two holding back the slit, one guiding a length of pipe inside. Others below were feeding the pipe from the ground, assembling it from the back of a metal box with wheels.

I have to be far enough away, Sir Auric thought, if I grew large now the young man would get a foot in the groin. As the legs of the young man were spread, Sir Auric judged that it would be best if he were at least mid-thigh before he grew big again. The only problem was all the 'civvies' and their metal boxes with special powers. There had to be a way to clear them out. Sir Auric knew there was, a loaded cock staring them in the face, but how to trigger it?

Sir Auric retreated behind the balls, to the cavern made by bulbous cheeks slightly spread. Between the cheeks, he could just reach the hairs that covered the crack. He climbed up them, and where they fell short, the delicate tissue of the cleft was creased, which made good holds. The hole itself was slightly gaped, from the tubule of the sea monster. Sir Auric reached up and pulled himself over the lip.

He realized that it did not smell bad. After all, the young man had been the captive of the sea monster for days, and had probably expelled all that he held, and who knew what had happened in his bowels. Sir Auric felt around to find the bulge at the base of the cock of the young man. Having experience in this area, Sir Auric knew what sensations it could produce.

*****

"Did you feel that?" the man holding a side of the piss slit asked.

"What?" the man feeding in the pipe asked.

"I swear I felt it move."

"I didn't feel anything," the man holding the other side of the piss slit replied.

The cock head swelled, bumping the scaffolding.

"Holy shit, it's gonna blow!"

The man feeding the pipe stared down inside the cock. "Probably just hit a sensitive spot with the pipe, it happens."

*****

Sir Auric continued to punch at the bulge with both fists, creating a rhythmic pattern of shocks.

*****

The piss slit dilated wide. The man feeding the pipe took a step back. He heard a soft gurgle from deep inside.

"What is it?" One of the men, no longer having to hold the slit open, asked.

The man, no longer feeding the pipe, felt a breeze from the cock. "We'd better get down, just to be safe." As the other two scrambled down the ladder, leaning into the piss slit, he was overtaken by the discharge. Caught in the stream, he tumbled down the scaffolding to his death, the other two clinging to the ladder for dear life. The thick stream, in spurts, coated the area, the men and their metal boxes.

They did not notice Sir Auric dashing out from behind the nut sack at first. When they did, they slipped and slid as they went after him. Falling himself, Sir Auric dove home in the goo. Mid-thigh, he slipped on the ring and grew big. Standing tall, the little people shot their harpoons to no effect, managing only to snag one leg. Sir Auric stomped them and their metal boxes into the ground, then tore off the bonds of the young man.

The young man looked up to him with his big, black eyes. "What was all that?" he asked. "One minute we are kissing, the next you are stamping about."

"Are you sure? We kissed hours ago."

"I still feel the warmth of your lips." He chuckled. "Though I'm afraid I felt more than that . . ." His hand slid down to his wet crotch.

"I will tell the tale later," Sir Auric said, kneeling beside him, "for now, let us get back to that kiss."

Sir Auric leaned over the young man, their lips met again, and this time, being well to the point already, Sir Auric discharged; man mess splattered on to the young man.

"I am glad to see that it is not just me," the young man said, and then went back to the kiss.

Sir Auric kicked his leg over the young man, straddling him, rubbing their wet crotches together.

*****

They made their way back across the sea, Sir Auric changing into several types of sea creatures for the amusement of Raven. Yes, the young man was named Raven, which did suit him, with his dark, feathered hair, thin build with long arms, or wing span, sharp nose, or beak, and dark eyes with flecks of brass.

"I do not want her to see me like this," Raven said. Back at the docks, he pulled them into an alley.

"What do you mean?" Sir Auric asked.

"My teats," he replied, rubbing his chest. Quite full, they bulged more like breasts than muscle. Pressing them, he winced. "I would do it myself, but it is quite painful."

"Okay then," Sir Auric said, lowering himself to take a teat in his lips. Arousing the nipple with his tongue, he applied pressure and sucked. A warm, thin fluid dribbled out, like water with a dash of salt. The act triggered something inside him, maybe a latent memory of nursing, combined with the fact that this was coming from a man, a man whom he loved, and he suckled greedily until the fluid turned bloody. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he then attacked the other teat.

Raven, his back arched and moaning, "I do not want her to see me like this," he said again.

"What do you mean?" Sir Auric asked.

His cock, still strained from the sea monster, was quite thick and dripping.

"Okay then," Sir Auric said, lowering himself to take the limp cock in his mouth.

*****

Sir Auric led Raven by the hand as he jostled, and was jostled, through the bustling activity of the docks. They came to the vacant slip where his sister still knelt before the water. Raven, nude, followed sheepishly behind Sir Auric, who had grown his golden fleece loincloth again.

"My lady," Sir Auric called, "might I borrow your shawl?"

Brow furrowed she turned then, catching the sight of her brother, scrambled up excitedly. As the two embraced, reconciling in joy, Sir Auric delicately took her shawl from around her shoulders and wrapped it about the waist of Raven. When she pulled away to get a look at him, he was covered, but only in black knit mesh.

"We have got to get you home," she said, "and see to a doctor." She turned to Sir Auric. "And you, kind sir, must accompany us, so that we may celebrate his return and your victory!"

Each of the men took an arm of the lady as they left the empty slip behind.

"Aargh," a man growled, "finally," as he rang a boat to the slip.

*****

A proper home in the city, the young lady showed Sir Auric the belongings of her father, 'may he rest in peace'. Sir Auric selected a fine golden tunic, which on him was so short as to barely cover the tip of his cock. Still, after having a wash and combing his wild, golden mane, it felt good to be amongst civilization again.

Raven went to his room as the doctor arrived. Not being for the sensibility of a lady, the doctor explained his condition to Sir Auric. The doctor was of the opinion that the milk would dry up in time and, that being quite young and healthy, his cock would also mend, once again being a proud mast instead of a blunt weapon. The doctor was concerned about some odd lumps in his groin. Sir Auric felt these, three round knots above his cock. Otherwise, with a good meal and rest, the young man would be fine.

*****

They took the luxury of time for Raven to recover. Spending days with Raven, in his childhood home, with his sister, brought them even closer. They were rather well off, their family holding many businesses, so there was no lack of amenities or entertainments.

At night, for the sake of propriety, Sir Auric retired to his own room. Every morning he joined Raven in his, to see to his condition, suckling his teats, and then suckling each other.

Hoping for the best, and because Raven put up a good front, what Sir Auric did not see was that his condition was not improving, but deteriorating. Raven had taken to milking himself throughout the day, even though it was painful for him to do so, and the lumps in his groin were pressing closer to his cock, slowly tearing their way through.

One night, at the first cry of pain, Sir Auric was at his bedside.

Raven sat up in bed, grabbing the head posts. His legs kicked, he squirmed about the crotch, as if rubbing his ass on the bed. The first lump had presented itself at the root of his cock and as Raven convulsed he cried out in pain. The lump, the size of a quail egg, entered the cock, stretching it.

At the second convulsion, Raven again crying bloody murder, the first egg moved forward slightly, allowing the second to enter. Just as he got his breath, his body convulsed again, moving in the third. In so much pain now he merely grunted, beads of sweat pouring from his temples, his pits and crotch dripping. The three eggs were spaced apart in his cock, apparent by the strained bulges. Considering his length, and the rate at which they moved, it would be hours of agony.

*****

Having been fed much milk of the poppy for the pain, Raven was in a drugged slumber. Occasionally his body kicked and the eggs edged further down his cock. At the next convulsion, one breeched, plugging his piss slit.

There is no way, Sir Auric thought, that the eggs could force its way out without tearing. To tear or be torn . . . Sir Auric grabbed a small knife. Holding the cock in the palm of his hand, he carefully sliced from the piss slit down. It was a bloody mess, but the eggs were free.

*****

"I truly am sorry for you," Sir Auric said, "but the worst is over."

Raven was a mess. His hair was sweaty and matted, his body stank of sweat and illness, his swollen breasts dribbled sticky milk, his splayed cock bled with puss, and the hole at the base of his cock dribbled man mess, as painful as his condition was, it was also arousing.

Sir Auric placed Raven in a warm bath, which, at the least, kept him clean and soothed his aching muscles.

"We should show these to Tyrian the Purple," Sir Auric said, holding the three eggs.

"Let . . . me . . ." Raven replied, holding out a shaking hand. Sir Auric handed him the eggs. Raven slid his hand under the water, and with grunts, shoved them up his ass. "They will be safe there," he said in a raspy voice.

Sir Auric did not understand this, but did not question Raven.

*****

Raven kept to a liquid diet, which gave him little stool, as to not disturb the eggs. With regular doses of opiate, he was pain-free, if not giddy. Still, to keep up proper appearances he had to be milked almost hourly; the novelty had long since worn off for Sir Auric, though he helped to spare Raven the pain. Raven had taken to wearing a brassiere to prevent leakage and a skirt to better squat to pee. While his cock, somewhat flat but still quite stiff, still functioned for pleasure, all discharge would came from a hole at its base.

"I cannot abide this, the breasts, the pee hole, it is like I am becoming a woman, and I do not want to be a woman!"

While he tried to be strong about it, that at least he was alive, at home, and had a good man, still, when he thought no one was around, he quietly sobbed into his pillow for hours on end.

There was only one thing to do.

"This is very powerful," Sir Auric said, handing him the ring, "you must focus, focus on yourself healed, focus on yourself strong, focus on what you want realized. Close your eyes and think it, feel it . . ."

Raven slipped on the ring and closed his eyes. His chest became lean and tight, as it had been before, his splayed penis knit together and tightened back into shape, and his skin became mottled with black feathers as his arms spread as wide as wings. He shrank to the size of a bird and flew out the window . . .