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HOTT 02 ~ The Hero of Strength

[COLOR=white]<< The Heroes of Ten Tors[/COLOR]

[COLOR=white]It became immediately apparent that throwing runes in the air and catching them, while driving, was neither a safe nor smart idea. Journeying up the M5 lead him to Bath, washed under a curse of English summer rain. Even in the heat the coats where on, but the centre glowed under the grey clouds and shrouded sunlight. The car was abandoned in the first car park he came across and made the rest of the journey on foot. The runes lead him along the River Avon and through the heart of the city that held a glorious tribute to the craftsmanship of the Roman and Victoria era. Parade Gardens was a lush green beauty, soft even grass under an array of trees reaching for the sky. The multi-coloured flats of the Royal Crescent that curved its way round a street. Stopping outside the Bath Abbey he took a moment to become distracted by the street entertainers, a juggling circus act before a seated audience. The sky cleared itself and cued the first act before the applauding crowd. The scent of flowers and baked cakes filled the surrounding air. Tom tempted and drawn, gave into a craving. Finishing his panini he reluctantly continued his search, somewhere under the late summer sun was a Hero.[/COLOR]


[COLOR=white]One last throw in the air and all four gold symbols faced up. There was no other direction to take but why lead him into the middle of a rugby field? He hated runes. Inaccurate, archaic and maddeningly annoying.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“I think it’s broken,” he said into the wind, and the wind replied.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“They have never failed me in the past my young apprentice. They have brought you here for a purpose.”[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]"Are you playing?" he turned to face a balding coach walking towards him, carrying an insane load of bags and equipment, "No? Then get the fuck off the pitch".[/COLOR]



[COLOR=white]It wasn't hard to blend once the match started, herds of parents and University students gathered around to watch from the sidelines. Although he never understood the aggression and hate among the surrounding mob. The jeering, cheering and taunting. The runes had led him to the middle of the pitch, it only made sense that the Hero was on one of the teams., two teams, 17 players each, only a one in 34 chance of success. Marvellous. [/COLOR]


[COLOR=white]After the team disbanded they left in different directions. Without enough time to find his target, Tom had to resort to fate. Allowing the powers and magic that was intertwined with existence to guide him, and he prayed. Prayed for the tiniest iota of luck.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]"Hi."[/COLOR]



[COLOR=white]The next three hours were spent writing down the most pointless and unnecessary details of this players careers and aspirations. However such was the duty required of a ‘talent scout’s assistant’. Obviously a talent scout doesn’t employ assistants, as it would negate the opportunity to pass judgement themselves, but Tom had no intention of telling this to Robert. He paid more attention to the runes he kept throwing under the table. 4 gold symbols, yes this is him. One more time, yup it's him; maybe I should check again, still him.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]For most of the evening Tom just stared at him with a glazed over expression, paying more attention to the feature of the 5’10’’ rugby player, than what he was saying. The short blonde hair rippled in the light, odd effect he thought to himself, wonder what product he uses. Robert continued, and as much as conversation from his boy, bored Tom, he couldn’t help but admire. He had that heartbreaker smile, the strong jaw line and from what he could tell from under the team jacket, a body he should show off more.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]"Dropped my pen," again, check the runes. Removing the glass from the table, 'red dreadlocks' the barmaid came with the last two drinks of the evening. The hour grew late and Tom still hadn't decided which Hero he sat across and how to enlist his help. Reaching out for the glass he lost the sight of his own hand as the lights went out. A power cut had blacked the whole block. Bulbs, music and street lamps went dead. Cigarette butts lit the deep like stars in the void. It was silent but for the car traffic and sirens from afar. Darkness and shadows, this was their strength.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“They’re going to attack.” He said, his eyes racing over all the exits.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“They know” the wind whispered.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“What do I do?”[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“Who are you talking to?” said Robert[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]Without a word Tom made a pitiful attempted to push Robert’s hulking body, but instead had to grab his elbow and dragged him from behind. One by one the shutters closed themselves, sealing the windows shut. Tom hurried and kept his eyes fix on the front door while it was still open and still a means of escape. Another door slammed shut, pushed by the Shadows hand. Bracing himself against the last remaining exit, Tom looked over his shoulder in search of the Hero. The door became harder to keep open, an unseen force was pushing it shut it and was winning in this game of strength. Tackled from behind Tom was thrown clear, by the fly-half who landed on top of the smaller boy. The door behind them slammed shut, the lock crushing in of itself, never to be used again. A shadow spread throughout the bar and nothing could be seen through the glass but black. Screams, roars, crashing and destruction, the terrified patrons howling in terror as they watched each other become mutilated corpses, ripped in half by some fell beast. A howl from above, Robert and Tom look up towards the towering buildings, seeing a great silhouette in front of the white moon. A creature calling out to the night. It’s long snouted head, looking to the sky and moulding into its burly shoulders. Ruffled and spindling fur covered its body but nothing could conceal the nail like claws.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“Holy shit!” Robert turned back to the bar, hearing all the cries and growls, how many of those things were locked in with those innocent people.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“The power within his blood has not yet awakened, you cannot hope to win. Run!” [/COLOR]


[COLOR=white]They managed to get to the next block before they were spotted. The beasts couldn’t tell one human from another, but somehow they knew Robert, they knew the flesh they craved.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!” Robert yelled, a snarl from a far off creature answering him.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“Quiet” Tom hissed.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]Hiding down an alleyway would do them no good when the enemy was guided by their noses, and the air stank with fear. Fleeing the site of their latest bloodshed the packs stalked the roof tops, catching the scents of the streets below. “Ok you need to listen,” Tom whispered, struggling for breath, what came out next was spoken in a second “long ago in a land far, far away there was a Hero’s Guild, a group of people with special abilities stemming from a temperamental and erratic bloodline. Strength Skill and Will, aka Muscle, Moves and Magic.”[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“You’re fucking nuts!”[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“No I’m the apprentice. And when the police ask you, what kill those people, what are you going to tell them, wolf monsters?” Slowly reaching into his bag he dug deep for the cardboard toilet roll, either end sealed with a piece of masking tape.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“Why are they after you?”[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“Me? I didn’t say they’re after me?” His back slid down the wall they both moved closer to the ground, “anyway, you’re one, some ancestor down your family line was a Hero, I don’t know which one but...They’re called the Shadow Court, they’re planning something and they need people like you out of the way. But believe me when I say they’re more afraid of you right now.”[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“I dunno, I’m pretty fucking SHITTING IT!” A claw grabbed his face from above and threw Robert’s two hundred and ten pound body across the street like it was a bag of garbage. He landed hard, rolling across the floor until a wall stopped him. Hearing the sound of crunching bricks and a low growl like thunder, Tom looked upwards. Clinging to the walls above his head, the Balverine gazed down at him with its hollow white eyes. Its claws dug deep into the brick, slowly crawling down the wall, spittle hanging from its muzzle as it looked on hungrily. Snarling, it leapt for him but smashed into the ground when its quarry evaded it. Tom had scrambled to his feet and ran to Robert. Reaching down for him Tom tilted his body off the concrete. He was alive, the steady rise and fall of his large chest made Tome sigh with relief. His shoulder was battered and he bled from his jaw but he was alive. The pack closed in around them, first three, then seven Balverines drew closer, their heads low and hackles raised, claws ready to rip their dinner into shreds. They stood before their circling enemy, eyes darting left and right, watching them all.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“I don’t know what your powers are” Tom started softy, “these things will move fast,” they continued to observe their prey, “they’ll jump for you,” searching for a weak spot in their defence, “and they won’t stop,” a moment to exploit. A deep breath and blink later, one of the Balverines pounced. It launched itself forward with the strength of its powerful hind legs. Reaching out its claws and barring its teeth, the monster dove for them, eyes locked onto Roberts’s jugular. A hand grabbed his shirt and Tom pulled him to the ground, his body arching back over Roberts. The second leapt and met air. Frustrated its claws scrambled against the ground, fighting to right itself. It swungs its head round, digging its canines deep into Tom’s ankle it pulled at him, like a dog wrestling for a bone with its’ master. Coming to his rescue, Robert stamped on its face, closing the jaw with every kick. A heel in the eye and the Balverine let go, sore but not defeated. Hot blood trickled from Tom’s ankle into his shoes, but he still got back on his feet; the pain was numbed by the adrenaline. In the darkness Tom tried to found the cardboard roll by kicking his shoes against the floor.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“Did you see where it went?”[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“They’re everywhere”[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“I meant the loo roll,”[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“What the fuck do you want with?” Tapping against his heels Robert slowly picked it up, keeping eye contact at all time. It felt heavy, something rocked around inside it. Taking the 4 inch tube, Tom ripped off the tape and pulled out a 6 foot staff. “How did that fit in there?!”[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“Bigger on the inside.” The next Balverine made its attack. A single hand braced on the end of the pole and he swung the staff over his head once, following the second swing with a full body spin he knocked the Balverine’s skull and the third spin for a leg sweep took it to the ground. He brought down a blow on the next and then up to knock the head back. Twisting his hips he slammed one back into the crowd it jumped from. [/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]Hooking the jaw, Roberts’s fist came crashing down on the face of anything that leapt towards them. Keeping their backs to each other they gave the Wolves something to fear. They were wrong to think these two young adolescents were meat for the picking. [/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]A second round of jousts and Robert had wrestled one into a headlock.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“Kill it!” ordered Tom, something desperate and sinister in his eyes. Robert’s giant arms tightened around the Balverine’s neck. Flexing his thick fibres, he closed the wind pipe and with a twist, snapped the bone with a horrid crack. [/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]A rush overcame him, before he could come to terms with the blood on his hands and the dead body that lay before his feet, power surged inside him. The power was overwhelming, tingling the flesh and winding him. Every fibre of muscle was alive, tensed and swelling. A mound rose from his shoulders as his neck thickened, his chest pushing out against the navy t-shirt. His body stiffened and skin hardened, a light blue hue swimming over him and under his clothes. Thighs swelled out against the jeans and tore the seams, and a mound of calves protruded from the back. [/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]A slash of claws rips across his back, the nails only scratched the surface and couldn’t dig any deeper, and instead they broke from the finger, shattering like brittle glass. Robert winced in pain, but it faded fast. His open hand hooked around and smacked his enemy back to the ground. They withdrew, fear was still the stench they could smell but it came from one another as opposed to the humans. The hero stood unwavering, legs apart, body lent forward and arms wrenched back. His pose, his silhouette was indifferent from the beast he killed for its strength, endurance and brutal styles were now his to wield. His chest heaved, sucking in the air to fuel his new build, his jaw hung, face as feral as the Balverines and he stared them down. [/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]They all circled in unison, bloodthirsty and vengeful. Robert didn’t care; he had the taste of battle on his lips and now was ravenous for more. Tom on the other hand was fond of the sight; surrounded by Balverines and seeing many more leaping into the scene from a distance. Spinning the staff, one handed to the side he leapt into the air and brought down the end of the pole with a mighty blow, through the one of their skulls. An opening in their line and they ran through it, down the street with the great wolves of seventh circle chasing them. Tom hopped, skipped and jumped onto the top of a parked car, with the higher ground he poked the eye out of every creature that stepped too close. [/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]Motorcycle rained from the sky, thrown one by one into the air and ploughing through the pack. Robert grabbed the wheel of the next, and bowled it over this shoulder, this rippling muscles bulging under the dim orange street lights.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]As the car was torn to pieces by the thrashing claws, Tom plunged the staff down onto the head of the nearest beast and pole vaulted onto the ground. With their backs turned he swung it across shoulder height, cracking at neck bones as the staff was spun counter clockwise. [/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]One hallow thud after another, Robert’s fist cracked into the chest of the Balverines. Strong punches followed by an empty unnerving crumbling as the rib cage was shattered to kindling.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]Planting the staff into the ground Tom leapt off against the strength of the wood and kicked the snout of the leaping creature. As the pavement drowned in black blood and the mangled broken heap of limbs and fur, they withdrew, slowly crawling back into the shadows with their tails between their legs. [/COLOR]


[COLOR=white]They walked for miles through the night. With the moonlight to guide them and the downpour to weigh them, they struggled through the woods and muddy paths. An amber glow lit the horizon, as Tom and Robert moved closer to the next city. They couldn’t trust the roads or the trains; in plain sight the eyes of the Shadow Court would plot their death. Perhaps a pile up on the M4, derail their train or an unbalances stranger made to cross their paths. [/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]The road took them the southern outskirts of Bristol. The car that was left in Bath was no doubt a smouldering wreckage thanks to the petty and vindictive daemons. [/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]The sound of tearing seams broke the silence; “Fucking hell!” this was the third top that had been reduced to tatters. The power of the Balverines was still working its way through Robert’s body, growing out of every tank top and t-shirt. His rounded shoulders dropped in frustration, his grunt a tone deeper than before. With a swift rip, what fabric remained was torn off and tossed to the ground. Stretching in the rain, his body shimmered under the full moon, his lats spread wide as his shoulder broadened. The light glistened on his cool, fair skin and hard muscles lying beneath. He relaxed his sculpted body but even then the hulking mass swelled. Rummaging through his bag Tom searched for a spare top, focusing on anything else and trying not to stare at the water droplets trickling down his muscles. Handing over a vest he brushed Robert’s hand, his skin hot to the touch, like a fire burned underneath. Holding against is body, it laid wet on his bare pecs; two great granite slabs of muscles stretching from shoulder to shoulder. The edges of the fabric did stretch around his neck. “Thanks but I don’t wanna ruin your stuff too”. For the night he walked as the rain rested on his skin, but he moved with greater ease with the strain of clothe to rope his limbs together. Though his thighs grew thicker they lightly tore up the shorts, not far enough to warrant replacing.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]As bright as the lights were, they weren’t coming any closer. Robert had fought his way through the trek but Tom struggled from behind. It was late into the night and without sleep, dawn would come as they were about to arrive. Rather, they’d stopped for the night and continue in the morning. [/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]Searching so soft ground and shelter was difficult in the best of circumstance but the dead flakes of bark, spindly branches and barren trees provided nothing against the downpour. The rain had picked up; against the trunk Tom huddled deeper into his coat, the cold began to set into his skin, his shoulder rubbed against Roberts who huddled beside him. From the pouch of gems, Tom planted a green crystal into the ground and out in sprouted branches and leaves that coiled and weaved into a tunnelling tent. As they shuffled inside to escape some of the rain, a large hand reached over and with inhuman strength grabbed Tom by the elbow.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“Why are you shaking so...oh my god your skins like ice”[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“No,” Tom stuttered out, “You’re just burning up, the power inside hasn’t settled yet, everything is going to be cold compared to you”.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“But your lips are going blue!” Robert’s naked arms reached around and drew his shivering body close, if there was an excess of heat within his body he needed to share it if they were both going to make it through the night. He sheltered himself within Robert and they both lay down upon the dead leaves. Head against those large pecs, Tom could hear the Hero’s heart pounding, feel his body shifting and growing. He grew heavy and weighed down on a thawing Tom. Colour returned to his skin and he found himself sweating against the burning body that lay on top of him. [/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]Robert continued to stir; he couldn’t remain still and so restless. His hips throbbed and grinded into the Guild boy from behind, running his lips up and down the neck of the boy he had wrapped his steel arms around. Tom didn’t object, with the feeling returning to his bones, every touch, every brush, kiss, bite and squeeze was electrifying to his skin. He reached around to the back of the Hero’s head, running his fingers through his dirty blonde hair and drew him in closer for a kiss. Turning over to face him he found the clothes being pulled from his body, tugged until they slipped or were torn off. A shirt was pulled from his body in ruins, the jeans were ripped apart from the thickening cock and peeled off this long thin legs. His hands moved over Tom’s smooth and slender body, fingers running up the short treasure trail and into the grooves of light abs, over a firm chest, brushing his thumbs against the nipple. The rugby player’s shorts were tugged down, but against the enormous fibres of his thighs they gave only enough space for a steel hard cock to rise out proudly. He tugged as hard as he could on the drenched material but couldn’t, he didn’t have the strength to force them past the enormous muscle. Tom pushed his tongue through the firm lips and drew closer to him; both hands clasped around the thick mounds on his shoulder. The head of his cock gently pressed against the rim and teased at the opening. The waves of power rippled off their bodies, and he lost control. [/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]He drove his cock in without warning, fucking him furiously, he fiercely hugged the Guild boy in closer and squeezed it within his monstrous arms. Tom couldn’t reach around the god like body and his arms where pushed away as the shoulders grew further apart. His hands slid over the wet back and clung to the flaring muscles beneath his arms. From below the massive pecs pushed further away from the chest, with every breath they swelled and grew harder, forcing Tom towards the ground. Underneath the thunder claps and rain, the Hero of Strength fucked him relentlessly. His pecs, neck, arms and shoulders, all that Tom could see, was swelling, thickening, growing with every thrust, every fuck and grunt. Rippling fibres in those boulder-like delts and pecs, almost bursting out the skin. He looked up for the sky embracing the cooling water, his rounded muscles glimmering in the moonlight. He shot load after load, roaring in passion with each one and drowned out the sound of the storm above, but he never stopped. [/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]In Tom’s tight hole the thick rock hard shaft didn’t wilt. So much strength, power and lust, he grunted and growled, using Tom’s body for his own pleasure. But the boy’s human body couldn’t take the punishment; it was flooded with pleasure and unending raw animalistic sex, burning cum scorched from within and he was possessed with a hunger for more but his frail form didn’t have the strength to keep up. His soft abs where layered in white seamen from his own uncontrollable cock which came in sync with Robert. The Adonis’s body, his powers and his lust was in control over the student’s; he set the pace and everyone else had to follow. The boy’s body was suffering the epitome of pleasure that it approached agony from the other side, his back arched and every fibre of muscle seized until the world around him went dark.[/COLOR]

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Old December 16th, 2009, 04:29 PM
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That was spectacular! Riviting plot and great muscle action man! Well done!!
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Great work mate.The fight and sex scenes were great, but the sex scene was better ;-)
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Wow and Shazaaam!!! Great talent with words and descriptions. More, more, more ...
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Amazing story (very hot)! Really you described very well the actions and characters. More please!
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Great work mate.The fight and sex scenes were great, but the sex scene was better ;-)
agreed ;p definitely seconding/thirding/fourthing/fifthing the call for more more more! :P
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