DISCLAIMER:
The characters in Merlin
(BBC) belong to Shine
Television and the BBC, etc., i.e., not me.
I'm just borrowing them for a
while to spin a tale
New
Games
By firewolf
June 2009
@>;-'-
Arthur was upset with
himself. Really, he had been King for some five years now and he must
have gone soft to let himself be surprised in his own bedroom, and by
Mordred, no less. Merlin would be so disappointed in him. The boy had
him good too; stretched out spread-eagled in the centre of the room by
conjured vines which were wrapped tight over his wrists and ankles.
Still, Arthur was hardly completely helpless. He had managed to draw a
dagger when he was captured and it was still in his firm grip. If he
really wanted to, Arthur could twist his hand and slice through the
vines that held his right wrist. If he wanted to…
But Arthur was curious. Mordred had been trying to capture him for
nearly a year. So now that he finally succeeded, Arthur wanted to know
what the boy proposed to do to him.
“So I have you at last, Arthur Pendragon.”
“And now that you do, what will you do with me?”
“Decisions, decisions…” Mordred smirked as he negligently gestured
towards the bounds that were currently holding Arthur in place. “I
don’t suppose you find anything interesting in your restraints?”
Arthur’s head jerked to look closer at what he had thought were long
vines, and he realised then that they did not look or feel like plants
of any sort. In fact—a vine very obligingly stroked over the palm of
the hand not clutching a dagger—it felt very much like—skin. Arthur
would not be too embarrassed to admit later that a kernel of fear had
taken root in his gut for this fantastical beast that the young
sorcerer-knight had conjured.
“Where or what—?”
Mordred’s gloved hand covered his mouth to stop him speaking. “Does it
matter? And I think I like your mouth better when it’s—’occupied’ with
something much more entertaining.”
Arthur followed his eyes to gaze upon the small crowd of tentacle
appendages that hovered near them which weren’t currently holding his
arms or legs. One by one, their ends seemingly flowered to release a
long pink cock which dripped ominously. The dark haired man didn’t give
Arthur a chance to protest, the moment his hand released his mouth a
tentacle cock was there, forcing its way past Arthur’s lips and angling
down his moaning throat.
“Oh, yes.” Mordred’s gloved fingers caressed Arthur’s lips as they were
pursed tight around the cock’s girth, “These succulent petals are so
much more beautiful like this.”
Expertly gagged and silenced by this thrusting shaft which spread a
bitter sweet come over his tongue, Arthur was in no position to protest
as Mordred started to divest him of his clothes with the salacious
assistance of the other tentacles. Arthur knew that he could end this.
He still had the dagger in his hand. The hold on that wrist was tight,
but not so tight he couldn’t give his wrist a twist that would let him
reach the vines. But he didn’t. Far from feeling fearful or terrorized
by what was being done to him Arthur thought his situation was only
just starting to get interesting.
“Why your majesty, have I done something to your liking?” Mordred
smirked as he looked upon Arthur’s now exposed and quickly stiffening
cock.
Arthur moaned around his cock gag as the tentacles started to spread
his legs vulnerably wide. From the corner of his eyes, he saw several
cock tipped tentacles zip behind him out of sight though he could feel
them stroking their pre-come drooling tips over his bared arse and
thighs.
Several warm wet touches glided gently over his balls, with one
stroking against the perineum towards his arse. At the same time, a
tentacle curled around his firm cock to begin caressing its length
while its bulbous wet tip encircled and rubbed against his cockhead.
Two more cock tipped tentacles painted his chest with pre-come as they
moved to circle and fondle his rapidly hardening nipples. And a firm,
wet cockhead started to stroke along the cleft between his buttocks,
its tip stumbling teasingly over his entrance.
Arthur’s hand trembled, but stayed tight over the dagger. He didn’t
want to move or attempt to interrupt this. He almost screamed around
his cock gag with the warm swirl of a tongue over his cockhead, and he
couldn’t control the helpless jerk of his hips in attempting to push
his cock towards the enticing mouth of his tormenter.
“Are you so ready to come this soon, Sire?” Arthur could feel the puff
of Mordred’s breath against his aching cock. Damn the boy had him good.
But his attention was taken again by the tentacle sliding against his
cleft as it now started to push against his entrance. Arthur didn’t try
to resist, he relaxed and felt himself opened by this monster of a
cock; letting it force its way past his tight ring of muscles;
relishing the firm jagged slide against that special spot within him
that made white and black stars bloom and spark before his eyes. He was
moaning like a slut and he didn’t care.
“I’m glad you enjoy this.”
If Arthur’s mouth was free, he would have said something rude. All his
attention, however, was quickly reclaimed by the cock in his arse as it
began to withdraw and thrust into him with an unyieldingly hard rhythm
that had his entire body singing in pleasured possession.
‘The boy was going to kill him,’ was Arthur’s only coherent thought as
the ribbed ridges of the tentacle cock currently possessing him rubbed
firmly against his prostate. They’d only just begun, and there were
many more cock tipped tentacles hovering or stroking over his body. And
he could see that each of them was unique in their size and texture.
None were smooth, they each had bumps, knobs, or ridges and it made
Arthur shiver to imagine the devastation they’d make of his senses when
each of them stroked over his prostate.
The door to the King’s chambers slammed. “Arthur? Mordred?” Arthur was
almost ready to scream with the sudden cessation of movement by all the
tentacles with his ex-manservant’s entrance.
“Emrys?” Mordred turned almost guiltily towards the bemused sorcerer
who now stood behind him.
“Impressive.” The boy practically glowed with the Court Sorcerer’s
praise. “Is this as fun as it appears?”
“He hasn’t dropped the dagger yet.” Mordred smirked at Arthur. “So what
do you think, Sire? Do you like the new game?”
Arthur moaned around the cock still stuffed in his mouth making Merlin
sigh in fond exasperation. “Mordred, you still tend to expect Arthur to
speak to you when his mouth is full. He’s not magical like us, yeah?”
“Oh! Right, sorry about that, Sire.” He gestured to pull the cock free
of Arthur’s mouth.
“Mordred! ‘Arthur’, call me ‘Arthur’ in these rooms. Not ‘Sire’.”
Arthur panted as he tried to thrust against the cock that had stopped
moving in his arse. “And if you leave me hanging right now, I *will*
turn your lily white arse black and blue!”
“Oooo! You promise?”
Arthur glared at him as he felt the cock begin to slowly draw out.
“Scratch that, you little freak. Stop and I’ll promise *not* to ever
turn your lily white arse black and blue.”
“Hey!”
The cock thrust home again drawing an appreciative groan from Arthur,
“Yes, yes!” And the forceful possessive rhythm Arthur had been enjoying
until he was so rudely interrupted began again. “Give it to me,
Mordred!
“I’ll—I’ll—I’ll—tie you up in—in chains—lick—you all over until—till
you’re quivering—so—so hard the—bed will shake. Then I’ll take you—take
you so slow—Keep you—keep you on edge until—until you’re
begging—begging me.”
“Promise?” Mordred’s voice had turned harsh and ragged. And Arthur
opened eyes which he hadn’t realised he had closed to gaze upon his
Sorcerer and his Heir.
Merlin had in the interim divested them both of clothes and now had his
nude body plastered against Mordred’s back. One arm wrapped around the
younger man’s waist while a hand languidly stroked Mordred’s cock. From
the way the boy’s hips moved and jerked, Arthur could guess that Merlin
was embedded in him as well.
Arthur knew the two men could see his eyes burning with want and
possessiveness for his lovers. And they returned his gaze with equal
heat.
“Yes! Now stop pussy footing about and fuck me prope—” A tentacle cock
cut Arthur short as it thrust down his throat again. And the cock in
his arse started to pound into him almost vengefully.
Merlin gave Mordred a last hard thrust to push him over the edge.
“Restrained and fucked, but still a prat, isn’t he, love?”
Sometimes, Mordred found it so unfair that his mentor could be so
quickly composed when they were only just finished with the fucking. He
could barely string two words together when he was lost in orgasm.
“Emrys. Si—Arthur.”
“Has he got many more to do?” Merlin kissed him slow and languid while
he eyed the crowd of wavering cocks which started to hang close to
their lover again, stroking their dripping bulbous heads teasingly over
Arthur’s nude and writhing body.
“We’ve—we’ve only just started.”
“Hmmm, nice. So I haven’t missed much at all.” Merlin suckled on the
younger sorcerer’s ear while they watched their love being expertly
ravished by the many appendages. “How many have you got there?”
“Twelve.” Mordred finally caught his breath and he watched in
satisfaction as the cocks reamed the hell out of their love. “He always
outlasts us. Maybe this time we’ll have a fighting chance to be the
first to offer cuddles.
Arthur’s snort around his cock gag warned them that he had heard
Mordred’s words. But then he couldn’t pay them very much more attention
since the cock in his mouth started to speed up its thrusts and was
soon filling his mouth with its bitter sweet discharge. If Arthur
thought he would have a chance to speak, the tentacle cocks quickly
disabused him of the notion. The satisfied cock had slipped out and he
was barely given a moment to catch his breath before his mouth was
filled again with a new eager appendage.
“Oh, nice; our new toy knows how to show who’s in charge, eh?” Merlin
grinned as they watched the cocks hovering around Arthur’s arse do the
same; hardly allowing seconds to pass between one spent and limp cock
leaving and a new stiff member filling him up again to immediately
begin a fresh firm rhythm.
“Our Arthur could easily take them all for two rounds, couldn’t he?”
Arthur moaned loud with the suggestion.
“How about three?” Mordred grinned over his shoulder at the older
sorcerer.
Arthur moaned even louder.
“So insatiable,” Merlin sighed fondly as he led Mordred to a mound of
furs he’d conjured upon the floor.
“Oh, yes. Lucky us,” Mordred smirked as he tackled the older man to
roll around the furs for kisses and more fun.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” Merlin agreed as he expertly flipped
the boy beneath him and began attacking his neck.
Arthur groaned around his cock gag as he watched his companions make
love to each other on the floor while he hovered a couple of metres
away from them, helplessly restrained and relentlessly fucked by a
horde of tentacle cocks. Close enough that when he'd come from his
delicious tentacle ravishment they were in the perfect position to
catch his seed in their mouths or on their bodies for the other to
share or lick off. When he could think and string more than two
coherent thoughts together again, he had to come up with some suitable
revenge and reward for the boy for this delightful new game.
Arthur didn’t quite last three rounds; the impossible fifth orgasm
finally did him in and made him release his determined grip on the
dagger. Mordred banished the tentacles immediately while Merlin caught
Arthur’s limp body. But the sorcerers weren’t quite finished with him
yet since they then proceeded to lick and suck him clean of the bitter
sweet come smeared and deposited on and in him.
“Enough, you’ll be the death of me yet, boy.” Arthur exhaustedly pushed
on the dark head at his groin, while his other hand reached back to
pull weakly at Merlin’s hair to stop him from continuing his maddening
exploration of his ear.
“Arthur?” Mordred smirked as he looked up and licked his come stained
lips.
“But what a way to go,” With Merlin’s help, Arthur dragged Mordred
closer for a devouring kiss, which Merlin also happily took over when
Arthur relinquished Mordred’s lips.
“Enough.” Arthur moaned again when Merlin finally released him. “I
yield. I’m done.”
Smirking, the two dark haired men settled on either side of him and
possessively hooked a leg around each of his. Their fingers met and
laced together over Arthur’s chest. Arthur just basked in the afterglow
and the feelings of belonging they gave him.
“Tomorrow...” He whispered, prompting Mordred to kiss his shoulder.
“He’s taught me the spell too.” Merlin whispered into Arthur’s ear
making him shiver in anticipation of future games. And Mordred’s
fingers tighten over Merlin’s hand too to show that he had heard the
promise in the older sorcerer’s words.
“Death of me, the both of you,” Arthur groaned, but his hands moved to
clutch at the fists over his heart; His sorcerer, his heir… His life
and loves… he wasn’t going to ever let them go.
~end~