HOTT 04 ~ Lay Your Head Here

[a_lost_prophet]

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

The city of Bristol was not far, in distance the orange glow could be seen in the evening sky. They kept their weapons on them, having no intention to be caught off guard again. Alone in the countryside where no one could see; who would be around to comment on the insanity of two young adults sprinting through the woods, one with a staff and the other of immeasurable size, brandishing melee?s. But they reached the southern boarders as homes and gardens were now within sight, and the issue of the staff and the Dark Stars had to be addressed. The long pole was easily tucked away back into its cardboard sheath, but Robert was lost for where to hide the two short swords. No clothes to conceal them under and the no space in any bag.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]?Ok,? said Tom looking at the bulging forearms that held the blades, ?there is maybe one trick. But if doesn?t work it could be?painful.? He instructed the tip of the blade to rest on the vein on his forearm; the sharp point dug in under the weight of the blade, but couldn?t pierce the rock hard skin. Robert held it there waiting for the next instructions; he looked to Tom, wondering what thought was going through his minds as his rubbed his dark stubble chin. Without warning, the Guild boy smacked the end of the sword, driving the blade through his arm. Piercing flesh and cracking through bones; the look of anguish mixed with shock on Robert?s face quickly faded, as the wounds healed and the sword dissolved into black ink that circled him arms like a host of lost and directionless serpents. Finally settling into a guise of its choice; a black tattoo of the sword hanging from a full moon under twin stars.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]?Now, stab your other arm,? as odd as this request seemed, he did so, although with slight hesitation. The second matching tattoo appeared. His arms felt heavier with the hidden metal buried deep down but with a flick of his arm the swords jumped out and in, out and in out and...[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]?You can stop that now.?[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]?Hold on, what if that didn?t work??[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]?A&E?[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=white]?You know,? started Tom as they raided the shelves of Tesco express, throwing sandwiches, drinks, snack and alcohol into the basket. ?I swear this used to be a Hard Rock Cafe.? At the rate they were grabbing fruits, cookies and jam, it was anyone?s guess if they were customers or simply robbing the store. ?Crunchie Nut or Coco Pops??[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]?Crunchie nut.?[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]?Good man!? he threw the cereal box on top and headed to the check out, Robert with a huge arm full of goodies followed closely behind.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=white]A room at the Marriot Royal; Morigan was sparing no expense for style, however the practicality of one bed between two boys was an obvious issues, especially considering the aftermath of last night. The double bed was just big enough for Robert?s frame and weight and they dared not add one more to it, no matter how light he may be in comparison. Throwing their supplies on the dresser they toured the pale gold room, exploring the bathroom and cupboard space, tip toeing around the suite and avoiding the issue of the bed as long as they could.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]?I?ll take the sofa? blurted Tom out of the silence, although he wasn?t sure why. The sofa was smaller and would be kindling long before morning if Robert had used it. Anyway Tom had roughed it over worse terrains than the Victorian couch but was hoping for a painless night sleep. He sat down and tested out the wooden armrest against his back; the ridges and curvature dug into his spine and ribs, painful but bearable. He had enough time to become acquainted with the implement of torture and have his thin body mangled tonight. For the moment he headed to the bathroom to freshen up, shave, perhaps a proper shower rather than a dip in the freezing river, maybe even hot water. Locking the door behind him he stood before the mirror looking at his ragged and worn expression. In the past twenty four hours, his body had been battered by Balverines and Hollow Men, and his mind wondered back to the dead bodies that were scattered over the pub. There wouldn?t be enough to fill on body bag, just parts spread across the floor to be swept into a dustpan. How much blood poured to the ground that night, how many messages were sent to weeping families? The wolves had followed Tom; he brought death upon them, and for what? A bi-confused Hero of Strength who would rather pummel him than share a slither of space on the only bed going. As his thought ran deeper into despair he hung his head, twisting the pain in his neck and shoulders. Everything ached, and the throbbing drum that beat in his mind added company to the misery. In the silence of his dark thoughts he heard a wooden creak from the bed, and moans he was all too familiar with. His mind easily created an image to match those sounds; Robert?s naked body sprawled over the double bed with one leg and the opposite arm hanging off, white bed sheet draped over his thigh. His cock towering above the mounds of muscle, rising from the cobbled abs and cut quads, seeping wet with pre-cum and glistening under the light as he gently smeared it up and the down its length. His body and muscles wreathing in ecstasy with every stroke; his thumb brushing against the thick helmet, his wet fingers toying with the foreskin, and every movement brings him closer to showering himself in hot white...[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white] He had to stop, stop thinking about him. This trail of thought, his wondering mind; before he broke free of this fantasy he had made his way and leaned against the bathroom door. Ear pressed against the smooth wood listening out to the moans that fuelled the mental cinema, hand clutched tightly against his own semi and a laboured exhale. He had to stop. This fantasy had him wanting; contact, a touch, an embrace that will never come, not from him.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]He pushed himself away from the doorframe and back into the centre of the bathroom, running his hands through his jet black hair trying to cleanse his mind of those thoughts. He glanced at himself in the mirror again with discontent; how did he become so worn down. He shook off the notion and focused. He didn?t want to shave; the light black stubble suited him better than the clean shaven boy. He unzipped the hoodie, peeled of the t-shirt and dropped his jeans and boxer into a heap on the floor. Stepping onto the cold tiles, he smacked himself on the bum as he shut the glass panel behind him, and flicked the switch for the shower. First came the freezing water, nothing he wasn?t used to but the sudden downpour was a shock anyway, his thin body shuddered but he remained still soon after. The warmth came shortly after and how sorely it had been missed, he didn?t want to waste it; reaching out for the knob he turned it until the water was almost scolding against his skin. His fingers ran through his hair and let it rushed down his chest, suddenly he could feel himself becoming untangled. The hot steam flooded the bathroom and lowered a veil of white mist over his eyes. It?s like a noose around his neck snapped off, the muscles loosened and his traps dropped and relaxed. He stretched his back out, slowly remembering how wide his shoulders could spread once loosened. Clicking rippled down his spine, unlocked from each other and slithering themselves free. His hamstrings unlocked and rounded bubble butt relaxed, he moved one foot a step back, pulling at his calves.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]Lathering up, he gentle massaged his chest, squeezing at the light layer of muscle and pinching at the nipples. He ran his hands down, brushing over the firm stomach and over the light treasure trail. He massaged his shoulders and his neck, ever ignoring the sounds that echoed in from the other room. But he bellowed louder, the rooms at either side could hear him, shooting load after load over his sculpted body. The more the image went through Tom?s mind the more his rubbed soap into this painfully hard cock. He could image, Roberts throbbing and swelling body growing on the bed, the way it did in the forest. Soaked in beads of sweat, glistening in the dim light over the swelling fibres, rippling muscle, his huge hulking body hanging over him, as he ploughed the tight arse of the Guild boy with his cock. And he was thick, thicker than Tom had ever taken. But the pain was drowned in the flood of euphoria that overcame him once again. His body slumped at the corner of the cold tiles, both hands yanking furiously at his throbbing meat. Robert was calling out in pleasure, loud cries of ecstasy as he was getting closer and Tom?s hand only followed in rhythm. Robert got louder, and Tom cried out too, the harder one hand jacked the harder the other would and faster, stronger and deeper. Robert had forgotten everyone else; he screamed and wreathed in the pleasure without restraint, louder he was slow close and that drew Tom to the brink, rasping for air his cock exploded in bliss. A fountain of white cum fell onto the shower floor; dollops of thick cream were washed away. He stood straight, one final squeeze and a rinse; he looked up towards the shower head and doused himself one last time.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]A fist hammered at the door, rattling it in its frame[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]?Get out I need to use the bathroom.? [/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]?I?m busy,?[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]?Just throw me a towel will ya??[/COLOR]

[Greggrth]

Nice little chapter, and cetainly HOTT one too Keep it up

[dolphinbad]

I like how you describe the events. Keep writing!