{"sf1_id":681277,"sf2_id":null,"title":"The Hawthorne Accord - Chapter 1","author":"JakeXtraTall","words":6710,"posted_at":"2014-03-18T03:03:00.000Z","tags":["Fantasy","Gay","Human","M/M","Male","Rimming","Watersports","boy"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/681277-the-hawthorne-accord-chapter-1","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/681277","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=681277\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"Neville Hawthorne lay naked on his bed in the dark with his feet\nnear his ass and knees spread apart, moaning softly as he worked his\nstiff, young cock.Ever since he had discovered what it could do for\nhim he could not resist the temptation to play with it.  Whenever he\nhad a moment away from his chores, which was quite rarely indeed, he\nwould sneak to his room and let his imagination run away to some\nexotic, erotic place and he would let himself go wild.He had first started by imagining he\nwas a sheik with a harem taking advantage of his privileges, or a\nmagistrate wickedly punishing a hungry girl for stealing from the\nmarket stalls, by stealing her virginity.  In some of his\nfantasies he would be a king with a bevy of his queen's handmaids at\nhis mercy as he slipped his huge cock from one young girl's cunt to the\nnext until he found one that fit snuggly and then used her well.Those particular thoughts hadn't entered his head in a while though.  The truth of the matter was, he used to fantasize about those things.  In\nmore recent fantasies where he is a king, it would be his own footmen instead of\nthe queen's maids and he would follow the same procedure, testing their\nhungry holes by pushing his thick cock several times into each man's anus until he\nfound the most suitable sized one or the man who moaned the loudest.\n Then he would use the young man's asshole roughly until he shot his\nspunk into the lucky servant, who spilled his seed on the floor from\nbeing treated so well.  This one always made him even harder because it\njust seemed so wrong.  Men should not lie with men in such ways.  It\nwas considered improper and vile by normal society.When\nhe was\nfeeling particularly horny he would find it most exciting of all to\nreverse the roles and be the chosen footman who the king has commanded\nto his hands and knees to have the privilege of being the receptacle for the royal seed.\n He\nwould moan and groan at the pleasurable sensation of his anus being\nstretched and roughly used by the king until his own seed spilled out\nonto the floor while the king shot his load into his bowels.He\nhad even started playing with various items in order to simulate the\nexperience more closely.  Anything long and thick would do.  He\nwould push it up into his backside to heighten the erotic\nsensations while he fantasized and stroked his stiff member.He\nsometimes even practiced pushing things down his open throat while he\nimagined being used by a man in that way.  Normally he'd use\nvegetables, ever wider and longer ones at that.  He was surprised\nthat\nwith practice his throat learned to relax easily and he could even\nbreathe while pretending to be fucked there.He mostly enjoyed\nusing his ass though.  The\nobjects he put there got bigger over time as his\nhole had adjusted in the year or so that he'd been doing this.  He\ncurrently had a very large cucumber that he'd stolen from the garden\npeeking out of his anus.  He had pushed it in deep while he moaned\nand groaned and then settled in\nto work his cock.He knew\nit wasn't right, but for some odd reason lately it was the males\nhe\nimagined\nenjoying, or being enjoyed by, almost exclusively.  Perhaps it was\njust\nthe thrill of doing something so nasty, even if it was only in his\nimagination.  He doubted it was just that though.It worried\nhim a bit\nthat as he grew older it was everything about men that raised the heat\nin his loins and everything about women that cooled them off.\n While\nhe'd imagined using girls quite frequently to appease his sexual urges\nwhen they had\nfirst begun to appear, the arousal he'd experienced had quickly worn\noff and eventually he couldn't even get things going anymore.  He\nrealized now that it had started with thoughts of girls\nsimply because that was what was expected of a man.  In truth he\nnever\nthought of females anymore.  Something about them did not appeal\nonce\nhe'd turned his thoughts to men.It\nwasn't always just men either though.  Sometimes he would even be\na\ngoatherd enjoying a goat or maybe he would be the goat itself being\nenjoyed by the goatherd.\n Sometimes he would be the\ngoatherd, but the goat would force him down and have its way with him\nand sometimes he would be the goat, forcing himself on the goatherd.\n Nothing was too\noutrageous for his young imagination.He was fascinated with the\npenis in general.  He loved to think of all the shapes and sizes\nit came in.  Obviously the penises of men were his primary\ninterest but he couldn't help occasionally marveling at the shape of a\nhorse's cock, or a dog's beautiful red organ, or a goat, or anything\nthat would engorge itself and show the lust and power of its owner.Sometimes his thoughts\ncould get\nquite sick but he tried not to let it concern him too much.  He\nwas\nsimply exploring his own feelings and urges by imagining as many\ndifferent varieties of acts as he could while he had his young member\nin his hand.  So what if those thoughts sometimes even involved\nanimals?  It showed he was open to any experience that he could\nimagine.  It didn't mean he'd ever actually do any of those things\nin\nreal life.  He knew that what went on in his private thoughts was\nharmless to anyone, including himself, and he could play roles that\nwere nothing like he was in reality.  He did it mainly just to\nblow off\nsome steam and ease the yearnings of his pecker so that it would not\ndistract him so much from his exceedingly busy everyday life.As\nNeville lay there in bed with his cock in hand and the visitor from the vegetable patch in his rectum, his thoughts began to\nwander to his life in the village.  He loved this place and all of\nthe people in it.  They were all he had in the world and they were\nall he felt he needed or wanted.  He would do anything for them.If you were to ask any of the townsfolk you would know that Neville was\nin fact one of the kindest and most normal and well liked boys in the area.  He was devoted to his\nmother and father and did\neverything that was asked of him and even things they didn't ask, for\nthe simple reason that it pleased him to make their lives easier.\n He\nwas their only child and was loved and cherished by them and he was\nwell liked and respected by all of the people in the hamlet of\nShepherd's Pass.  Everyone knew him and wherever he went he was acknowledged by anyone\nwho\nsaw him with a broad smile and a friendly greeting.At\nthe young\nage of thirteen years he was already being eyed by many of the\ntownsfolk and\nsurrounding farmers and herders as the best candidate for marriage to\ntheir daughters someday.  He was quite an attractive and\nfit boy and it was clear he would be a very handsome,\nstrapping man who would be the best possible provider for whomever he\nchose to take as his wife.  He wasn't even aware of it but most of\nthe families with young daughters were working very hard to save large\ndowries to try to be first in the running to wed their daughter to him.He\nhad an almost magical way about him that\ncould disarm any argument or mend any sore heart or appease any worry.\n He had an undeniable and irresistible charisma.  He always\nseemed to\nknow what to say or do to make anyone who needed it feel better.\n All\nhe really wanted in life was to be happy and content, and to see\nhappiness and contentment on all of the faces of those around him.\n Anywhere he went and no matter what he was doing he always kept\nan eye\nout for anyone who needed help and he would drop what he was doing to\nlend a hand.He\nhad good prospects in the town as well, as the\nson of the Hawthornes.  His parents were well respected by all.\n They\nowned the largest inn in the region and it was renowned for its comfort\nand the quality of its food and drink and the unmatched courtesy and\ngraciousness of its innkeeper.  The town itself was not large\nbut it did get a fair bit of traffic due to its location and folks\nwould carry word of the quality of their stay at the inn to the far\ncorners of the human lands.Their\nvillage was nestled in a pass in a range of low\nmountains that gave the best access into the western side of the human\nterritories that were guarded by the king, Adelard III.  The\nking's armies would sometimes pass the hamlet on their way west to\nfight\nback the hordes of kobolds that were encroaching ever closer to the\nhumans.  The beleaguered human forces would eventually pass back\nthrough into the king's lands for rest and recuperation after battling\nthe monsters.The king had passed a decree long ago that the towns his armies passed\nthrough would remain untouched by them.  Should anything be\nrequired of them they would be treated fairly and well compensated for\nany goods they provided.  This ensured that the\ntownsfolk would never grow to hate the soldiers or distrust them.\n They\nwould respect them and would be grateful for their protection and their\ncustom and thus\nbe more likely to sacrifice what might be required in the future should\nthe need ever arise, including their young men who were needed to\nbolster the armies' numbers.When\nNeville was younger he didn't\neven know of the struggle that was going on out in the wide world.\n It\nwas fairly rare that the armies would pass through and they always\nseemed fresh and eager.  It was a long time before they would\nreturn\nand when they did they seemed somewhat battle hardened and worn, but\nflush with victory.  The way Neville understood it the other races\nwere full of hatred for everyone, even each other.  That was\na  lucky thing because it meant there was fighting on\nall fronts.  This gave the humans an equal chance since they did\nnot have to face all three of the others at once.Neville\nknew very little about the nature of the other races except what he'd\nlearned by listening to the adults talking over the years.  They\nwere essentially monsters.  They were vicious and would eat each\nother's children in a heartbeat.  They would even eat their own\nif the mood struck them, but most of all they loved to feast on human\nchildren.  They valued cruelty and brutality and scorned kindness\nand love.\n They raped and murdered anyone and anything, whether their own\nrace or another.  They fornicated at every chance they got and\nwould couple with members of the same sex, even if they were of a\ndifferent race.  They were full of nothing but intense hatred and\ndepravity.  They did not believe in any gods and they would\ntorture and eat anyone who did.  They did not have organized\ngovernments and were simply under a loose military rule lead by\nwhichever of their warriors was strong enough to kill and eat anyone\nwho challenged him.  They did\nnot want to share the world with humans because they saw them as too\nweak and civilized.At\nsome point several years ago they simply decided\nthat the humans would need to be eliminated and the kobolds had\nattacked without\nprovocation and utterly wiped out a human village near the border of\ntheir lands.  There were no survivors and the village had been\nburned to the ground.  Luckily there had been a small force of\nhuman soldiers led by a man named Holden Braddock in the vicinity and\nthey valiantly rushed in to clash with the monsters.  Braddock\nmanaged to stop the invading kobold force and push them back into their\nlands, but the damage had been done.  The king declared war\nagainst the kobolds and before long the humans were being harried by\nall of the races, who had also in their hatred turned against each\nother.  Neville had been taught that that was how the race wars\nhad erupted.Neville\nhated them all, but of all the other races the kobolds were by far the\nclosest to the village geographically and when the boy thought of an\n\"enemy\" he thought of them.  He'd never seen one himself but by\npeople's descriptions they were fairly diminutive, probably close to his own size when full grown.  They appeared to\nbe a cross between a dog and a jackal with long bushy tails but they\nwalked upright and wore crude clothing and armor and even spoke the\nsame language as the humans.  How they managed to learn it was a\nmystery to Neville but apparently they were clever enough.Neville\nhad been taught to never stray into the kobold territories because they\nwere vicious and\ndeadly fighters who hunted in packs and were not to be trifled with.\n Their armies fed\non the corpses of the fallen, their own as well as the enemy's, so they\ncould constantly advance without worrying about re-supply.  They\ndid not ride mounts, but instead they would drop down and run on all\nfours at incredible speed over very long distances.  When\nthey decided to push hard they could gain a surprising amount of ground\nin a short time.Still, the fighting had always been so far away\nthat it didn't seem real.Lately,\nhowever, something had changed.\n Things had escalated and it\nseemed that the war was getting closer to the quiet hamlet.  The\nforces\nheading out to battle appeared more frequently and seemed more haggard,\ntense and\nanxious.  They would return more quickly and seemed even more\nbeaten\ndown and fewer in numbers than ever before.  The losses were\nincreasing and since the human forces were getting more and more spread\nout across three fronts, more men were needed for the fight.Several of the\nolder boys\nfrom the village and surrounding community who had recently arrived at\nthe age of manhood, boys that Neville had\nlooked up to all of his life, had gone off to join the fight never to\nreturn again.  This was primarily what made the war become very\nreal for the boy.  He was losing people who were dear to him.\n There were none left of fighting age now and the village knew\nthey\ncould be in trouble if the armies could not hold back the kobolds.\n Soon\nthe older men would have to abandon their livelihoods and families to\njoin the fight and the women and children would be left to fend for themselves.Only\nthe hardest and meanest soldiers were\nstill\nsurviving the battles.  As such the armies became smaller, but\nmuch\nmore brutal and less loyal to the king and country, and more loyal to\ntheir commanders.  They were becoming less like armies of the\nrealm and\nmore like small bands of lawless mercenaries.  There were the occasional\nstories of mass rape and pillage or wanton destruction in some of the towns\nfurther outlying that\nfiltered back to the hamlet, but as yet there was no sign of such\nanarchy here.Word\nwas beginning to spread through the land that\nthe king was losing control.  His armies appeared to\nbe breaking up such that they could not be effective against a larger\norganized force\nand things were starting to look bleak for the future of the human\nrace.  The people of the realm were becoming very concerned and\ndisenchanted with their monarch.  Something would need to happen\nto turn things back in the humans' favor, and it needed to happen soon\nor all would be lost.  The people needed a hero to come to their\nrescue.The\ngroup of soldiers that had been involved in the very first skirmish at\nthe start of the war was led by the man who may well be that hero.\n Holden Braddock was rumored to be heartless, vicious and brutally\nefficient at killing anyone or anything that got in his way.\n Those\nqualities certainly made him well suited to the job of eliminating the\nkobold threat, though it also caused the general populace to fear him\nrather than respect him.  It was said he kept only the\nmeanest of the soldiers under his command.  He did not want anyone\nserving under him\nwho\nwould show any mercy to anyone, ever.  They had to be completely\nloyal\nto him as well and it was said that if they ever crossed him they would\nget\nforty lashes with a whip that had razor sharp kobold claws\nattached to\nthe end until half their skin was flayed off.  The commander also\nfelt that his needs went above all else in the realm.  If he\nneeded anything from any town he simply took it.  Somehow the\nking's decree did not apply to him.  This could be in part because\nBraddock was also the king's most loyal lord commander and the most\nsuccessful\nleader in the war.  It was generally felt that if any one man\ncould win this war for the humans, it would be him.Neville did\nnot see anything in particular that was\nwrong with Braddock's approach if that's what it took to take down the\nenemy.  He would sacrifice anything he could to the cause and he\nfelt sure that the other townsfolk would feel the same.\n He wished Braddock's forces would come through his own town so he\ncould try to help them\nin some way.  When he was old enough and ready to fight he would\nseek\nthe man out and ask to join him.He had begun to feel an\noverwhelming\nand blinding hatred towards the vicious kobolds for what they were doing to\nhis people.  His protective and helpful nature drove him to wish\nhe\ncould ride out to battle and do his part to push back the hordes and\ndefend his town and his family immediately, but he was far too young.\n What could a thirteen year old boy possibly accomplish in this war other than\ngetting killed?He\nwanted to be a fighter someday though, like Lord Braddock, and command an army of his own.  As such he had convinced his\nfather to let him become an apprentice to the town blacksmith so that\nhe could begin to build some skills that may help him reach his goal.'Convinced'\nmay actually be too strong a word as it implies that he had to work at it.  When Neville approached his\nfather with the idea of working with the blacksmith he was worried that\nhis father would refuse due to it interfering with Neville's\nresponsibilities to the family's inn.  Instead, when his\nfather heard the idea a wistful smile crossed his face and he\nappeared to reminisce briefly, and then he nodded and said how the\nsmith was a very good man and he could think of nobody better to teach\nhis son.The\nsmith was a large and rough man who Neville used to be very afraid of\nwhen he was just a small boy.  The man looked to be about six feet\nand five inches tall and weighed at least eighteen stone.  He\nhad dark hair and kept a tightly trimmed beard.  He had a great\ndeal of body hair and a very large and muscular frame making him appear\nalmost bear like.  He had a very kindly face with a friendly smile,\nbut when Neville had been a very small boy he could not see up the full\nlength of the man to the kindly face, he simply saw a large bear\ntowering over him and he chose to run.Neville\nhad grown up quite a bit since then and as he'd begun to mature he'd\nlately also begun to think that the man was\nactually more than a little bit appealing, perhaps the single\nmost\nappealing man in the whole village.  In fact, Neville had become\nsecretly smitten with him.  The smith had become a frequent\nvisitor to Neville's private fantasies as the boy worked his young cock\nin bed.  He wished he lived in a world where he\ncould marry the man so that he could be in his bed and be fucked\nby\nhim every night and wake to suck his cock for him in the morning.\n He would live to make the smith feel good and happy.Neville\nloved the\nnatural way\nthe man smelled in his sweaty clothes with his bulging arms and thick,\nstocky chest.  He was always so dirty and sweaty from all of his\nhard work and he exuded\nmasculinity.  His crotch was very full and his\nlanguage was somewhat vulgar and crass around most people.  He was\nmore or less like a lone wolf, living a solitary life.  He had no\nwife and no children and he kept to himself, and though he was well\nrespected by most of the townsfolk, they tended to steer clear of him\nfor the most part.  That seemed to suit the smith just fine.\n He was a man who valued his privacy.All\nof the very qualities\nof the smith that had caused Neville to run in fear from him years ago when he was a\nlittle boy now lit a fire in Neville's loins and pulled him toward the big man like\nmetal to a lodestone.  Neville knew these desires were wrong but he\ncouldn't help thinking about them while he worked around the man.\n In his fantasies, Neville was\nsometimes punished by the smith in various rough and naughty ways for\nnot learning his job quickly enough and he became obsessed with\nthoughts of the man dealing harsh justice to him in order to correct\nhis ways.He\nimagined spilling the oil that was used to hone the blades onto the\nfront of the smith's britches, and the man getting so angry he would\ntear them off and order the boy to wash them inside and out with his tongue, but not\nbefore washing the smith's dirty, smelly, and now oily crotch thoroughly as well.  Neville\nwould find that the man's massive cock was particularly dirty and he\nwould need to spend a great deal of time there with his tongue to wash\nthings properly around the stiffening member and the big sweaty balls.\n This would arouse the smith to the point where he would push his hands\nonto Neville's head and start mashing his thick dick all over Neville's\nface.  He would start to cum as he humped himself against the boy and his thick hot seed would splash all over\nand spread around Neville's face.  The hot spurting cum would ooze down the smith's\nmassive penis in streams to cover the throbbing rod, his thick patch of pubic\nhair, and his massive balls.  Needless to say this would mess\nthings up so much that Neville would simply have to clean it all over\nagain, still with his tongue of course, and much more eagerly this time.He\nalso loved to imagine that maybe the smith would be particularly disgusted with\nhow the boy was not learning to properly quench the hot metal and would\nteach him a lesson by urinating on Neville's naked body.  Neville being\nthe dedicated employee would ensure that he learned the lesson well by\nwrithing under the hot yellow stream so that he was covered\ncompletely, and just to show his atonement he would open his mouth and\nlet it be filled with the rough smith's piss.  He would relish the wonderful smell and the\nacrid taste and drink as much as he could as penance for his\nincompetence.He\nwasn't sure why he loved the idea of the man's piss so much but he did.\n He often ran to the back of the shop to peek out through a hole\nin the rough wood wall when he knew the smith was going out there to\nrelieve his bladder into the long grass out back.  Neville loved\nto watch the blacksmith piss.  The smith would almost always be\nstanding facing left using his right hand to hold his penis and guide the stream.\n This would give Neville a perfect view of his incredible, thick\norgan and its beautiful, generous foreskin as the thick stream erupted\nfrom the slit of the big head.He\nloved the way the heavy, golden\nstream glistened as it arced through the sunlight, and the sound it made\nas it cascaded\nover the weeds and grasses.  For some reason the smith seemed to\nenjoy seeing his piss splashing all over the leaves of the weeds\nrather than just pissing on the dirt.  He would spray it around,\nhitting as many plants as he could like it was some game.  Then\nsometimes the\nsmith would begin to stroke his big cock and it\nwould quickly grow to full length.  He would close his eyes and\ntilt his head back and bring out his very large balls and massage them\nwith his left hand while stroking his thick, long, hard penis with his\nright.It\nusually wouldn't take him long to reach orgasm and his knees would\nstart to buckle as he would moan and convulse while the shock waves\npummeled him and his thick cock shot hot jets of cum out onto the\nweeds.  The smith seemed to like to aim the ropes of cum he shot\nat the biggest leaf at hand so that the entire load would be puddled in\none place, weighing the leaf down.  Neville presumed he did this\nto enjoy looking at the incredible volume he produced.  He\ncould not believe how much spunk the man shot out.  Many times\nwhat the boy could produce.  Neville would almost cum himself as\nhe rubbed his hard pecker while watching the show.  He did not\nallow himself to reach orgasm though.  He would save that for\nafter the smith returned to the shop.When the smith came back\ninto the shop after relieving himself, Neville would pretend he needed\nto go out and relieve\nhimself as well.  He would quickly go right to the spot where the\nblacksmith had been and inhale the aroma still floating up from the\npiss soaked weeds.  If the smith had spunked the boy would\nimmediately look for the leaf it had landed on and he would scoop it\ninto his palm and lick whatever was left off the leaf to enjoy the\ntaste of the smith's seed.\n Then he would look for yellow drops hanging off the weeds,\nthere were always a lot of them,\nand would put his tongue under them and knock them onto it.He\nloved the taste.  He would lick every drop he could find and then\ntake his young cock in hand and work it feverishly using the smith's\nthick cum mixed with a bit of spit as a lubricant.  He would jack\nit faster and faster with the taste of the smith's piss on his tongue,\nmassaging the man's spunk into the skin of his young organ and thinking\nof one of his many fantasies in which the smith used him roughly\nuntil he grunted and shot his seed out to mingle with the man's urine.\n He would then lick up any of the blacksmith's cum that still\nremained on his hand before going back into the shop.  This was\nalways the best part of his work day.Neville's\nfavorite fantasy involving the smith was that he\nwould do a bad job of inserting a blade into a bone handle and the\nsmith would give him an idea how it was done by tearing off his\nbritches and forcing his huge rock hard cock into\nNeville's backside and rutting his large sweaty body against the\nboy until\nhe shot a gallon of his man seed into\nhim.  The smith's cock would be so thick that it would stretch\nNeville's hole to the limit, and so long that the vibrations as it slid\nback and forth along his sensitive anus would send him over the\nedge to shoot his sweet young load onto the dirty floor.  It would\nplease Neville to no end to know that he had made the smith feel so\ngood in a way that would make Neville feel so good as well.These\nfantasies of the big sweaty man releasing his pent up frustrations\nabout\nhis apprentice's ineptitude into Neville's yearning boy cunt would\noften require the boy to have to hide the tent in his own trousers\ncaused\nby his young boner while he worked.  He knew the blacksmith would\nnot appreciate his illicit homosexual yearnings and he needed to keep\nthem secret.  The real world was most definitely not the world of\nNeville's fantasies and he was certain that if the smith found out\nabout his true feelings, the boy would soon find himself without an\napprenticeship, and he would no longer be able to spend his days in\nsuch wonderfully close proximity to the man of his dreams.  He did\nnot want that to happen.The\nblacksmith didn't appear to be interested in the boy's attention most of the\ntime.  He certainly took whatever time was needed when teaching\nthe boy something new about his craft and he was an excellent teacher, but once the technique was\nlearned he would go off to his own work again and leave the boy to his.\n There were even times when Neville was working and he noticed the\nsmith watching him and he would get up the nerve to find some excuse to\ngo and ask the smith a question just to get closer to him and build a\nmore personal relationship.  The smith would usually turn away as\nNeville approached as if to let him know he didn't want to be bothered.\n Neville supposed this was to be expected.  What interest\nwould a grown man have in forming a relationship with a boy?He\nwas really not getting enough\nchances to relieve his urges lately with his hand, and it truly was a\ndistraction sometimes.  It had gotten so bad that sometimes if the\nsmith was working particularly hard on something that would require his\nfocus for a good while, Neville would slip his hands down the front of\nhis own trousers and stroke his cock while watching the man from\nbehind.  This was the closest he would ever come to being intimate\nwith the man himself and it was something Neville loved to do.When\nthe smith was banging out shapes in sheets of metal for helms he would\nusually\nhave no shirt and actually strip to his breechclout to keep cool while\nhe wielded his big hammer.  Neville was so taken by the rippling\nmuscles on the man's back and the sweat pouring down them as he worked\nthat he would start to feel light\nheaded.  The smith's legs where so thick and masculine they would\nraise the heat in the boy's crotch just staring at them.  Mostly\nhe wished the breechclout itself would fall off.  He imagined\nhimself reaching to retrieve it for the smith after it fell off, but\nupon finding himself on his knees before the beautiful sight of that\nmuscular ass, he would give in to his darkest carnal urge and begin\npleasuring the smith's sweaty anus with his tongue.\n It\nwould not take long for the boy to cum in his hand right inside his\ntrousers as he imagined all of this while watching the beautiful smith\nwork.\n At least then he would get some release from the distraction of\nhis yearning for the man for\na short time.Once,\nthe smith had asked the boy to hand him a tool right at the most\ninopportune time just as he'd been shooting his load into his hand inside his trousers\nand without\nthinking, and in his rush to please the smith, Neville pulled his hand out and used it to grab the tool, accidentally\nsmearing some of his boy spunk onto the tool before handing it over to\nthe man.  The\nsmith had taken the tool and noticed the slime on it and wondered what\nit was.  He swiped some on to the tips of his fingers and sniffed\nat it.  He thought he saw the smith\nsmirk but he turned away too quickly for Neville to be sure.  He\ndefinitely\nhad to be more careful in future.While most of his blacksmith related\nfantasies involved Neville being inept and then justly punished, the\nreality was that he was a quick\nstudy.  As tempted as he may be to intentionally do something\nwrong\njust to see what the big man would do about it, he followed his nature\ninstead and remained a dedicated and hard worker.  In truth, the\nsmith\ncould not be more delighted or impressed by Neville's progress and his\nenthusiasm as an apprentice.The\nboy felt that working with the blacksmith would help him build his\nphysical\nstrength while learning the intricacies of the weapons and armor that\nthe smith occasionally repaired for the king's armies.  He\nwould\nsometimes\npractice swinging the smaller bastard swords to build up his sword arm\nor practice with a shield to get the feel and balance of it.The\nsmith had done some fighting in the army himself in his younger days\nand he seemed\ngenuinely interested in helping the boy to learn.  He knew that\nsomeday Neville would be taken from the village, as all of the other\nboys had been, to shore up and fortify the army's numbers in the race\nwars.  He intended to do everything he could to help the boy\nprepare for what was to come and give him his best chance at survival.\n The smith had decided to take one hour from\neach day to quickly eat their lunch, and then drill the boy to teach\nhim everything he knew\nabout fighting.  He would make Neville practice the correct way to\nstand and thrust, or dodge and parry.  He would take a wooden\nsword and come at the boy to teach him how to use his shield properly\nfor defense.  He would make him do strength building exercises and\nteach him how to care for weapons and armor in the field.  Neville\nfelt grateful to the smith and it only made\nhim want to work harder and please him more.As Neville labored in the smithy, replacing damaged rings on mail suits, he\nsometimes imagined wearing the armor himself.  He dreamed of becoming so\ngood at crafting the weapons and armor that\nhe would eventually make a set for himself.  They would be the most\nimpressive armor and\nweapons ever seen.  He would wear them into battle and ultimately to victory as\nthe hero who would\nrally the forces to finally defeat the kobolds in their nearby desert\nlands to the west.He would be just like Lord Braddock.Then he would\nmove on to wipe out the evil orcs in the forests to the northwest and the ogres in the cold brutal mountains to\nthe north.  They were all vile creatures that were bent on the\ndestruction of the human race and, as kind and full of love\nas Neville was toward his own people, he could not help hating the\nother races as he had been\ntaught to do from when he was a baby.  He wanted to see them wiped\nout completely.He\nhad only just begun his apprenticeship with the smith a few months ago\nand he was finding it rather difficult to balance his work there\nalongside his duties to his parents and the family's inn.  He was\ndetermined to make it work though.  The downside was that he had\nto\nrise earlier than ever to do his morning chores at the inn, and then spend\nmost of the day at the smith's shop.  When he got back home he had\nto\nset to\nwork again helping in the kitchen and serving food to the guests and\nclearing tables.  It was also his responsibility to wash all of the\ndishes and kitchen pots and scrub the area to get it ready for the\npreparation of breakfast while his mother prepared the rooms for the guests.  It was now even rarer that he would\nfind himself\nwith a moment where he had performed every chore required of him and he\ncould rest for a bit.  By then it was normally late in the evening\nand\ntime for him to go to bed anyhow.As he lay in his bed now with the large cucumber up his bottom, his thoughts turned back to\nthe fantasy that was currently playing out in his head as he stroked\nhis cock in the dark.  It was a particularly violent and unpleasant one\nthat seemed to creep into his mind more often of late, when he was\nextremely tired or frustrated at his inability to take part in the war\nthat had cost the lives of his friends and was threatening his home.In\nthis fantasy he was again the conquering hero having just defeated\nthe last of the kobold forces in a great battle.  The few\nremaining commanders of the kobold armies were lined up before him and\ntheir grand chieftain had been dragged up and forced to his knees in\nfront of\nNeville.  He would tell the chieftain that not only were he and\nhis\narmies utterly defeated, but that Neville's army would proceed to march through\ntheir lands and kill every kobold male, female and whelp until not one\nof them remained to stain the land.  He would spit at the\nkobold leader's face to the barks, yips and snarls of the kobold\ncommanders.Finally,\novercome by his hatred of the race, he would\nstep up in the shining armor of his own design, wielding the trusty\nweapon he had made himself, and strike off the head of the chieftain\nwith his great sword in a single easy stroke and kick its skull to the\nside like it was so much garbage.  He would begin to urinate on\nthe\nstump of neck jutting from the beast's torso and insert his cock into the exposed,\nwarm,\nsnug, bloody throat and empty his bladder into it.  This would get\nhim so\naroused that he would harden up and begin to hump the chieftain's corpse until he\nshot his spunk into it and then let it drop to the ground.  As the\nkobold commanders whined and yelped at their loss and outrage he would\ngive the order for all of his men to do the same to them.Neville moaned\nlouder and started humping his hips up into his hand as he\nimagined all of this.  He was overcome with a feeling of intense\npower and savagery and as his orgasm hit him hard he bucked and shot\nhis young spunk onto his belly in\nspurt after spurt, moaning and groaning until finally he became spent\nand began to settle down.In the afterglow of his release he\ntended to\nfeel deeply ashamed of these horrific thoughts.  They were not\ntruly\nhis nature.  He knew these thoughts were sick and twisted, but\nwhen his\nhatred for the kobolds was at its peak it would intrude even into his\nsexual fantasies and warp them.  He wondered if this was the way\nhis hero Lord Braddock thought.  Perhaps it was what gave him the\nstrength to survive so many battles against the monsters.  Perhaps it would do the same for Neville someday.Neville\nfelt if he kept up these fantasies much longer he would begin to\nchange.  He would no longer be the person he knew.  He wasn't\nsure if that was a bad thing though.  He would like to be just\nlike Lord Braddock if he could.He\ndid sometimes wish he could go back to\nbeing the carefree boy he had been years ago but he knew the time had\ncome for him to grow up and prepare to become a man.He drifted\noff to\nsleep wondering just what sort of man he might become, not knowing that\nthe word carefree would be the absolute least appropriate word to\ndescribe his life in the very near future.Within minutes, in\nfact."}