Redwall: The Prison Pit
#5 of Redwall
Martin's head was spinning, his vision blurred from being thrown in Badrang's prison pit. He was so disoriented, that he didn't even realize that is was not the hard ground he landed on, but another beast.
"Well, Martin," a voice said. "You certainly managed to piss off Badrang, didn't you?"
His senses starting to come back to him, he realized that he had actually landed on top of another creature. Shaking his head quickly, he rolled off the beast and saw that the creature was a big squirrel.
"I'm Felldoh," said the squirrel. "You were the one who saved my Dad from Hisk."
Felldoh helped Martin to his feet, as Martin coordination was still impaired from being beaten and thrown in the pit. The mouse felt his head pulsating from a throbbing headache. Sore as he was, he was glad to know another beast would keep him company during his confinement.
"How did you end up down here, Felldoh?" asked Martin.
"I got caught throwing rocks at the guards; managed to cut part of Skalrag's ears clean off!" boasted the squirrel. Even amongst vermin, Skalrag the fox was known for being particularly cruel.
"You seem quite proud of yourself, Felldoh!" said Martin, smirking.
"Not that proud," said Felldoh, curling his nose. "I was aiming for his head!"
"What's Badrang going to do with us?" said a small voice.
"Who's that?" asked Martin, seeing a beast huddled frightened in a corner of the pit.
"This young fellow's Brome," said Felldoh.
"Brome?" said Martin, recalling the name.
"Hello," said Brome as he got up to get closer to Martin and Felldoh.
"Brome, your sister's outside with someone called Grumm," said Martin.
The young mouse's countenance changed immediately. "Rose and Grumm, here?"
"Yes," said Martin, still feeling the throbbing headache. "They were the ones who drove off the gulls. I owe them my life!"
"Are they planning some sort of rescue?" asked Felldoh.
"I think so," said Martin. "But I'm not sure how they're going to manage to get inside Marshank without being detected. There's guards everywhere."
"They won't get inside, Martin," said Brome.
"What?" said Martin, confused because Brome's tone didn't sound dejected in the least. "If they can't get in than how can they . . ."
"Grumm's a mole, Martin. He'll dig a tunnel under the walls. That's our means of escape!"
Martin and Felldoh nodded their heads, confident that Grumm would eventually rescue them. Brome elaborated to the older males that Grumm was known as being a champion digger in Noonvale, his home. Brome's confidence seemed to grow with every word, reassuring Martin and Brome they would be free in no time.
"Hey, is every beast alright down there?" came a voice from above the pit.
Martin, Felldoh and Brome froze, terrified that their plans had been discovered by the guards, and that would mean execution for them all if they were caught.
"Keyla the otter's my name," said the voice.
The trio looked up to see a young male otter staring down at them. Martin called up to him, but not so loudly as to attract unwanted attention.
"Keyla, any chance you can get us something to eat?" asked the older mouse.
"Already thought of that," said Keyla. The otter unfurled his long tunic where he had hidden away the smuggled food. Looking around to make sure no guards were watching, he tossed down the scraps to the three hungry beasts.
"Thanks, Keyla," said Martin, dividing up the food amongst the three of them.
"Sorry I couldn't get more right now, but I didn't want to arouse suspicion," said Keyla.
"That's okay," said Martin, "You've done quite enough for now."
"I'll try and come back in the morning before most of the guards are awake. Hopefully you'll have some breakfast."
The imprisoned trio watched Keyla disappear from view. The three beasts looked at each other with renewed hope. The threat of being starved and left to rot in the pit was now vanishing from their minds. Now they had a chance, a chance to survive.
Night had fallen upon the fortress. The sweltering heat of the day had receded, and even a cool breeze could be felt in the depths of the pit. Martin looked up at the full moon that hung directly over the pit. He thought abot all that had happened in his life; he never new his mother. She had died when he was only an infant; murdered by corsair vermin. His father Luke had swore revenge for his wife's death, and left the young Martin with his maternal grandmother, Windred. Even at such a young age, Luke decided to give his most prized possession to his only son, his sword. An old, battle-scarred weapon that had been passed down from father to son in his family for many generations. His father told him never to give the sword to another creature, but that proved impossible when Martin and his grandmother were captured by Badrang and his horde. At such a tender, young age, Martin was simply no match for the bigger, older creatures who surrounded him and took the sword without a struggle. Martin fought back a tear as he thought about his grandmother, she was far too old to make the long march to Marshank, and died from exhaustion. Martin remembered the anguish he felt as he saw the vermin kick her lifeless body to the side. There had been no time for him to grieve the death of his only family member. He, along with countless other beasts were forced to continue the march. Now, here he was in a prison pit with two other creatures, but after hearing of a rescue plan and with Keyla being able to smuggle them food, they had a chance to live, and a chance to be free once more.
Sighing, Martin propped his head up with his paws. Try as he might, he could not find sleep that night. He looked over to his right side, and saw that Felldoh was wide awake as well, but there was something unusual about the squirrel's behavior. Martin noticed that the large squirrel had been staring at Brome, the only beast who had managed sleep that night. A slight smile hung on the squirrel's face as he watched the slumbering young mouse.
"Felldoh?" said Martin, quietly.
The squirrel offered no response.
"Felldoh?" said Martin, slightly louder than before.
Felldoh shook his head, as though he had been caught in a trance. "What? What's wrong, Martin?"
Martin walked over to Felldoh and sat down next to him. "I was about to ask you the same question, Felldoh. I've noticed you seem to be paying an awful lot of attention to Brome tonight."
"Oh," said Felldoh, his voice slightly nervous. "I'm just worried about him, that's all."
"Felldoh," said Martin, unsatisfied with the squirrel's answer. "I don't think that's it."
Felldoh looked over at Martin, annoyed. "Are you accusing me of being a liar, Martin?"
"No," said Martin. "I just no when a beast is keeping a secret from me."
Felldoh opened his mouth to speak, but shook his head and turned away from Martin. "You wouldn't understand."
Martin moved over to where the squirrel had turned his attention. "Really? Try me."
Felldoh sighed in resignation. "Okay," he said, none to happy that Martin was being so nosy. "I just . . . I really like Brome."
"I like him a lot too, Felldoh," said Martin, trying to comfort his friend.
Felldoh shook his head. "I doubt you like him the way I do," said Felldoh, still annoyed with Martin.
"Oh," said Martin as the gears in his head turned until he figured out Felldoh's ambiguous meaning. "Oh!"
"Yes," said Felldoh getting up and turning his back to Martin. "I like other males that way."
Martin got up, putting a paw on Felldoh's shoulder. "It's okay, Felldoh. You're my friend, and I don't care that you feel that way."
Felldoh turned around to look at Martin. "Really? You're not upset or angry with me?"
Martin smiled at the big squirrel. "Why would I be?"
"You know how most beasts feel about that sort of thing." said Felldoh, grumbling.
"I'm not most beasts, Felldoh! It's your life, and as long as you're not harming other creatures, then you can live it as you please!"
"Wow," said Felldoh, sitting back down. "That wasn't the response I thought I'd get."
"What are you two talking about, Martin?" said a groggy voice.
Martin and Felldoh looked over to see Brome was now awake. Martin then looked at Felldoh. "Well, are you going to tell him?" whispered the older mouse.
"I don't know . . ."
"Tell me what?" said Brome, getting to his feet.
Felldoh could feel his heart about ready to explode. It was one thing to tell a neutral third party how he felt about another male creature, but to actually tell the creature he was interested in his true feelings; that was a much more delicate matter.
"Go ahead," urged Martin. "You may not get another chance."
Felldoh took a deep breath, trying to collect himself. He went over to Brome. "Brome, I have something important I need to tell you, and I don't know how you're going to react, so you might want to prepare yourself for some shocking news."
"What's wrong?" asked Brome, panicking. "Did Rose and Grumm get captured? Did Badrang find out about our escape plans?"
"No, no," said Felldoh, patting the smaller mouse on the back. "It's nothing bad, at least, I hope you don't think it's bad."
"What?" asked Brome, seriously confused by this point.
"Brome, I really like you," said Felldoh.
"I really like you, too," Brome said.
"No, I mean . . ." Felldoh could feel his fur being drenched with his own sweat. "I like you like a male likes a female."
Brome smiled. "I like you that way too, Felldoh."
"It's just that . . . wait, what?" said an astonished Felldoh.
"I said I feel the same way about you, Felldoh."
"Wow," was all the squirrel could say.
"I'm glad you told me," said Brome. "I felt the same way about you since I first saw you, but I was too shy to say anything."
"So was I," said Felldoh, who was starting to calm down. "Martin was the one to convince me to speak up."
"Thanks, Martin." said Brome.
"Your welcome," said Martin, patting the mouse on the head. Brome then put his arms around the big squirrel, hugging him tightly.
"And thank you, Felldoh!" The big squirrel closed his eyes as he returned Brome's hug. He didn't want the moment to end, but Brome broke free.
"So," asked Felldoh, rubbing the back of his head. "What do we do from here?"
"Well," said Brome with a mischievous smirk. "I could suck your dick!"
Felldoh was stunned by how forward the young mouse was. Here he was only minutes ago, unsure if he wanted to tell Brome his feelings, for fear of being rejected and making Brome hate him. Now, here was the young mouse offering to pleasure him. What else could he do?
"Sure," said Felldoh. "Um . . . you mind if I take off my clothes?"
Brome smirked once more, then took off all his clothes. "Why not? I just did!"
Seeing the young mouse naked, Martin felt the need to turn around to give the new couple what little privacy the prison pit had to offer. Brome just chuckled at Martin's actions.
"It's okay, Martin, I don't mind if you watch. What about you, Felldoh?"
The squirrel shrugged his shoulders. "Doesn't matter to me," said the big squirrel as he pulled off his clothes. He looked over at the now naked Brome, and felt his member hardening at the sight of the cute, naked, young mouse. "How should we do this?"
"How about you lie down on your back?"
Felldoh laid down on his back and noticed that his penis was sticking straight up. He groaned as he felt the touch of Brome's paw on him. Felldoh looked over at Martin, who had decided to watch the male on male display in the pit. Grinning at the older mouse, he noticed that Martin grinned back at him. Martin's unexpected expression quickly slipped from his mind as he felt the young mouse's maw slip over the head of his cock. With eyes wide open, he stared down in between his legs, seeing Brome's mouth engulfing his well-endowed squirrel-hood. The warm, wet insides of Brome's mouth slid up and down on his member, giving Felldoh an ambivalent sensation of calm and excitement. Calm, from being able to finally have relations with Brome, and excitement of having his new partner gratify him sexually. Felldoh closed his eyes, putting his head on the hard prison pit earth. Though not in the most luxurious accommodations, Felldoh was content to be sucked off, even if he, Brome and Martin were captives. He put a paw on Brome's head, massaging the mouse's large ears. Even as he was being pleasured, Felldoh noticed something unusual, he could hear his own groans, as well as the slurping sounds Brome was emitting as he sucked on the big squirrel, but there wee other groans that could be heard. Opening his eyes, he looked over to see Martin with his back back showing. Though he couldn't get a full view of the mouse, he knew full well what Martin was doing. Tapping on Brome's shoulder, the younger mouse stopped sucking and looked over in the direction Felldoh was pointing. Both of them grinned.
"So," said Felldoh, "it looks like we're not the only ones having fun, right Martin?"
Startled, Martin jumped to his feet. He had been so surprised, that he didn't think to cover his nether regions as turned to face Brome and Felldoh. "I um . . . wow, this is embarrassing!"
Brome and Felldoh looked at each other, both of them thinking the same thing. "Martin," said Felldoh, "would you like to join us?"
"I don't know . . . I just think I should . . ."
Brome laughed. "Oh, come on, Martin. It's pretty obvious that you like other males too!"
Martin blushed. "Actually, I like females, too."
"What do you say, Martin? Care to join the fun?"
Martin looked down as his hard mouse cock, then back at Felldoh and Brome. "I guess I don't have anything better to do." he said
"Good," said Felldoh. "Brome, do you mind if he takes the rear?"
Brome grinned. "Why not? It's like you said, we don't have anything better to do!"
Felldoh and Brome watched as Martin shed his remaining clothes. Rubbing his hard cock, he took position behind Brome, putting his paws on the younger mouse's rump.
"You ready, Brome?" asked Martin.
"Ready whenever you are, Martin,' said Brome.
Martin took a deep breath as he took his right paw and carefully shoved his cock inside Brome's tailhole. Instantly, Martin knew he had made the right choice. As fun as pawing off could be, shoving his dick inside a tight, young mouse's ass felt exponentially better. Brome could hear Martin's moans, and stopped sucking off Felldoh long enough to look up at him.
"I knew he'd enjoy this," said the younger mouse with a smile.
Felldoh watched Martin's facial expressions, seeing that Brome was indeed right. Martin thrust in and out of the tight mouse butt, wanting to feel his climax even more than he wanted freedom. The trio went at, with Brome--much to Felldoh's surprise and pleasure--able to take in all of the squirrel's big, thick penis. Felldoh put his paws on Brome's head and pulled his head down again and again, facefucking the young mouse, who offered no resistance or objection to what he was doing.
"Oh . . . Hellsteeth!" growled Martin. With one final, hard thrust, the warrior mouse shot his load into Brome, filling his tight ass with warm cum. Martin watched, with cock still buried inside the younger mouse as his cum spilled out onto the prison pit ground. Satisfied, he withdrew himself. Moving to the front of the action, he watched as Felldoh was nearing his finale. The big squirrel gritted his teeth, then cried out as he filled Brome's mouth with a tidal wave of his squirrel seed. Brome was ready, and joyfully swallowing everything he had milked out of his new boyfriend. Felldoh patted the mouse's head, completely satisfied with what had taken place.
"I'm so glad I told you how I feel, Brome."
"Me too," said Brome, also pleased at having just been spit roasted by two other males.
"You know," said Martin. "It might be a few more days before Rose and Grumm manage to free us."
"You think so?" said Felldoh.
'Yes, I do." said the warrior mouse.
"I kind of hope it might be a week!" said Brome.
The trio all grinned at each other. That might not be so bad after all.