01-22-2022, 06:24 PM
Similar story-line, but I modified the photos to be less graphic.
Youths from all over the Province dreamed of being a member of the King's Guard. It was an elite group with membership lasted until death. The guards were allowed no possessions. Clothing of any kind was prohibited. They lived, trained and fought naked in service to the king.
At the annual tournament, prospective inductees were pitted against each other on the parade grounds. Spectators cheered each round of fights, often to a near frenzy. The rules called for a bout to stop at first blood, but the rules were seldom enforced.
Such was the case when Atticus made his attempt at joining the guard. He was matched against Brutus. They sparred evenly at first, almost like a theatrical dance.That was about to change. Suddenly Brutus struck. The crowd fell silent, but only for a moment. Atticus felt the three blades pierce his belly, with the topmost point entering near his navel. He felt the release of his final wad of cum, and knew it was his best ever. Hearing the crowd cheer to a frenzy and beyond, Atticus knew he would be remembered.
Brutus went down on his knees, took the dying Atticus in his arms, and kissed him gently. He then whispered, "They knew we were lovers when they matched us They told us that if we didn't fight to the finish, they would kill our families. I swear to you, Atticus, now that I am a member of the king's guard, I will bide my time, and when I get the opportunity, I will kill the king. This I promise you."
Youths from all over the Province dreamed of being a member of the King's Guard. It was an elite group with membership lasted until death. The guards were allowed no possessions. Clothing of any kind was prohibited. They lived, trained and fought naked in service to the king.
At the annual tournament, prospective inductees were pitted against each other on the parade grounds. Spectators cheered each round of fights, often to a near frenzy. The rules called for a bout to stop at first blood, but the rules were seldom enforced.
Such was the case when Atticus made his attempt at joining the guard. He was matched against Brutus. They sparred evenly at first, almost like a theatrical dance.That was about to change. Suddenly Brutus struck. The crowd fell silent, but only for a moment. Atticus felt the three blades pierce his belly, with the topmost point entering near his navel. He felt the release of his final wad of cum, and knew it was his best ever. Hearing the crowd cheer to a frenzy and beyond, Atticus knew he would be remembered.
Brutus went down on his knees, took the dying Atticus in his arms, and kissed him gently. He then whispered, "They knew we were lovers when they matched us They told us that if we didn't fight to the finish, they would kill our families. I swear to you, Atticus, now that I am a member of the king's guard, I will bide my time, and when I get the opportunity, I will kill the king. This I promise you."