01-07-2020, 07:24 PM
Hey guys, here is a short story.
TEMPLE FIGHT
The broken ring of ruined columns was delimitating a sandy arena.
A smooth marble altar stone was standing on one side.
Androkles reaches the old temple of Ares, the God of War at night.
The full moon casts a pale light. The white marble altar stone and columns shine a gleaming light.
The owl chants in the cool night.
A presage of imminent death thinks Androkles.
Androkles wears leather sandals and a belt.
He wears a bronze helmet that hide his traits.
A short sword stands by his left side in its leather scabbard.
Androkles is otherwise fully naked, except for helmet, sword and sandals.
His half erect cock dangles freely in front of his lean belly.
He's confident and strong, ready to face any challenge.
The young warrior is here on a quest.
He looks after the wonderful sword of power, the unbreakable sword of Ares.
The golden hilt of the sacred sword shines in the moonlight.
The warrior is strong enough to extract the blade from its stone scabbard becomes a hero.
Androkles is here to try this feat.
The priests told him the magic that imprisons the mighty blade in the stone can only be lifted at midnight with the light of the full moon.
The time has come for Androkles to try....
As the young naked warrior enters the ring of broken columns, he sees another silhouette entering the stone circle from the opposite side.
The newcomers is another man, bare ass as Androkles is, he's also barefoot, and wears only a bronze helmet that hides his face and a belt.
A short sword hangs on his left flank.
The warrior is now aware of the presence of Androkles. He stops on the brink of the sand arena.
His right hand strays to the hilt of his sword.
He slowly draws his blade, ready for anything.
Androkles says nothing. He knows the law of the temple.
The sacred sword belongs to only one hero.
If two contenders reach the temple before midnight at the full moon, they have to fight to the death.
Only the strongest will try to wrest the sword of Ares from its stone altar.
And he has to kill his opponent swiftly before midnight.
Androkles draws his own sword with no hesitation.
He jumps in the circle of sand, and his unknown opponent does the same.
The two naked fighters start circling.
The arena is 36 feet wide, a perfect size for duels.
Androkles feels the thrill of combat flowing down his spine.
He's always excited by a fight to the death.
It makes him hard, and tonight is no exception.
His naked dick swells to erection.
He watches his anonymous opponent.
Obviously, the later shares this same mood.
His engorged cock stands at full mast in front of him.
No word has been uttered. There is no need of words.
Both fighters know there can be only one Champion of the sword.
Only the stronger fighter can survive and reach the altar.
Both are eager to fight for it.
Both are confident. The two cocky bastards are impatient to kill.
They are spiraling to each other, slowly approaching striking distance.
Androkles foe shouts in rage and leaps forward with a large swing of his blade.
His big swinging dick slaps on his hip as he leaps forward.
Androkles has anticipated the killer move of his foe.
He brandishes his own sword to parry the blow.
His swollen cock is throbbing in passion.
The two blades clash with a loud fracas.
Androkles grunts in effort.
His foe follows his weapon, his knee is jutting forward, and strikes Androkles in the gut.
Androkles is caught at unawares. He stumbles backward as the pain irradiates from his gut.
The two fighters fall in the sand, Androkles foe tops him.
But his sword has broken near the hilt!
As he falls on his buttocks in confusion, Androkles grip on his own sword loosens, and he loses his weapon!
His instinct overcomes his confusion. He grasps the right wrist of his unknown opponent.
He twists his claw, forcing his opponent to let go the hilt.
He discovers the sword of his foe has been broken.
He kicks him with full force in the groin, seizing the opportunity they are now grappling in melee, skin to skin, muscle to muscle, cock to cock!
The two naked warriors are now disarmed.
The duel continues barehanded, with fists, knees, feet and teeth.
They engage in a confuse ground fight.
Each warrior uses every trick he can and strikes every possible blow to his opponent's naked body.
They are clinching in each other’s brutal embrace.
Androkles feels the burning cock head of his foe grinding on his bare torso.
Sometime, his own aching cock grinds his opponent's slick skin.
The sensuous dance of death the men fight is pushing them to the edge.
At the same time they trade brutal blows, eliciting grunts of pain and shouting like wild lions.
Androkles proves more endurance than his deadly opponent.
The later shoots his load all over his sworn enemy.
His cumshot is so prolific he sprays Androkles face and chest.
Androkles feels his foe weaken.
He manage to trip him on his hip and to get rid of his grip.
He leaps on his feet as his foe still struggles to recover from his involuntary orgasm.
Androkles looks around the arena.
He sees his own sword lying 15 feet away to the right.
He leaps forward to seize the weapon.
His opponent is rising to his feet, and sees Androkles.
He knows he's dead meat.
He rushes and leaps forward with a shout.
Androkles raises, thrusting his blade in front of him.
His enemy rushes at full force on the sword.
He impales himself on Androkles blade in despair.
Androkles holds firmly with his powerful arms.
The blade sinks in the solar plexus of his opponent and the latter’s momentum is enough to make its point come out of his back.
His enemy is ran through, his death is now just a matter of minutes.
Blood pours from the deadly wound as the two men falls to the ground in a renewed embrace.
Androkles cock bursts as he shoves his blade to the hilt and the two men erect cocks dock together.
Androkles pants in orgasm as his juice flows freely from his dong.
Victory is sweet he thinks as his foes spits blood on his killer's shoulder and dies.
Androkles shove the dead carcass on his side.
His enemy's body crumbles lifeless on the arena.
Midnight approaches, time for Androkles to wrest the enchanted blade out of the altar and to become a hero!
THE END
Any illustrator?
Enjoy!
TEMPLE FIGHT
The broken ring of ruined columns was delimitating a sandy arena.
A smooth marble altar stone was standing on one side.
Androkles reaches the old temple of Ares, the God of War at night.
The full moon casts a pale light. The white marble altar stone and columns shine a gleaming light.
The owl chants in the cool night.
A presage of imminent death thinks Androkles.
Androkles wears leather sandals and a belt.
He wears a bronze helmet that hide his traits.
A short sword stands by his left side in its leather scabbard.
Androkles is otherwise fully naked, except for helmet, sword and sandals.
His half erect cock dangles freely in front of his lean belly.
He's confident and strong, ready to face any challenge.
The young warrior is here on a quest.
He looks after the wonderful sword of power, the unbreakable sword of Ares.
The golden hilt of the sacred sword shines in the moonlight.
The warrior is strong enough to extract the blade from its stone scabbard becomes a hero.
Androkles is here to try this feat.
The priests told him the magic that imprisons the mighty blade in the stone can only be lifted at midnight with the light of the full moon.
The time has come for Androkles to try....
As the young naked warrior enters the ring of broken columns, he sees another silhouette entering the stone circle from the opposite side.
The newcomers is another man, bare ass as Androkles is, he's also barefoot, and wears only a bronze helmet that hides his face and a belt.
A short sword hangs on his left flank.
The warrior is now aware of the presence of Androkles. He stops on the brink of the sand arena.
His right hand strays to the hilt of his sword.
He slowly draws his blade, ready for anything.
Androkles says nothing. He knows the law of the temple.
The sacred sword belongs to only one hero.
If two contenders reach the temple before midnight at the full moon, they have to fight to the death.
Only the strongest will try to wrest the sword of Ares from its stone altar.
And he has to kill his opponent swiftly before midnight.
Androkles draws his own sword with no hesitation.
He jumps in the circle of sand, and his unknown opponent does the same.
The two naked fighters start circling.
The arena is 36 feet wide, a perfect size for duels.
Androkles feels the thrill of combat flowing down his spine.
He's always excited by a fight to the death.
It makes him hard, and tonight is no exception.
His naked dick swells to erection.
He watches his anonymous opponent.
Obviously, the later shares this same mood.
His engorged cock stands at full mast in front of him.
No word has been uttered. There is no need of words.
Both fighters know there can be only one Champion of the sword.
Only the stronger fighter can survive and reach the altar.
Both are eager to fight for it.
Both are confident. The two cocky bastards are impatient to kill.
They are spiraling to each other, slowly approaching striking distance.
Androkles foe shouts in rage and leaps forward with a large swing of his blade.
His big swinging dick slaps on his hip as he leaps forward.
Androkles has anticipated the killer move of his foe.
He brandishes his own sword to parry the blow.
His swollen cock is throbbing in passion.
The two blades clash with a loud fracas.
Androkles grunts in effort.
His foe follows his weapon, his knee is jutting forward, and strikes Androkles in the gut.
Androkles is caught at unawares. He stumbles backward as the pain irradiates from his gut.
The two fighters fall in the sand, Androkles foe tops him.
But his sword has broken near the hilt!
As he falls on his buttocks in confusion, Androkles grip on his own sword loosens, and he loses his weapon!
His instinct overcomes his confusion. He grasps the right wrist of his unknown opponent.
He twists his claw, forcing his opponent to let go the hilt.
He discovers the sword of his foe has been broken.
He kicks him with full force in the groin, seizing the opportunity they are now grappling in melee, skin to skin, muscle to muscle, cock to cock!
The two naked warriors are now disarmed.
The duel continues barehanded, with fists, knees, feet and teeth.
They engage in a confuse ground fight.
Each warrior uses every trick he can and strikes every possible blow to his opponent's naked body.
They are clinching in each other’s brutal embrace.
Androkles feels the burning cock head of his foe grinding on his bare torso.
Sometime, his own aching cock grinds his opponent's slick skin.
The sensuous dance of death the men fight is pushing them to the edge.
At the same time they trade brutal blows, eliciting grunts of pain and shouting like wild lions.
Androkles proves more endurance than his deadly opponent.
The later shoots his load all over his sworn enemy.
His cumshot is so prolific he sprays Androkles face and chest.
Androkles feels his foe weaken.
He manage to trip him on his hip and to get rid of his grip.
He leaps on his feet as his foe still struggles to recover from his involuntary orgasm.
Androkles looks around the arena.
He sees his own sword lying 15 feet away to the right.
He leaps forward to seize the weapon.
His opponent is rising to his feet, and sees Androkles.
He knows he's dead meat.
He rushes and leaps forward with a shout.
Androkles raises, thrusting his blade in front of him.
His enemy rushes at full force on the sword.
He impales himself on Androkles blade in despair.
Androkles holds firmly with his powerful arms.
The blade sinks in the solar plexus of his opponent and the latter’s momentum is enough to make its point come out of his back.
His enemy is ran through, his death is now just a matter of minutes.
Blood pours from the deadly wound as the two men falls to the ground in a renewed embrace.
Androkles cock bursts as he shoves his blade to the hilt and the two men erect cocks dock together.
Androkles pants in orgasm as his juice flows freely from his dong.
Victory is sweet he thinks as his foes spits blood on his killer's shoulder and dies.
Androkles shove the dead carcass on his side.
His enemy's body crumbles lifeless on the arena.
Midnight approaches, time for Androkles to wrest the enchanted blade out of the altar and to become a hero!
THE END
Any illustrator?
Enjoy!
