The Assassin (hypno)
by Touchstone
Having expected to wake up in yet another dark, dank, prison cell, Karnak was more than a little surprised to find himself in quite the opposite. The back of his skull still ached from where he had been struck, but the rest of his body appeared to be more or less intact. Lying spread-eagled on a luxurious bed the likes of which he hadn't slept in since the last time he had bedded royalty, the young barbarian slowly sat up, a confused scowl on his face as he appraised his surroundings.
The room, like the rest of the cursed country was miserably hot, humid. Coming from the frozen mountains to the north, Karnak never had much patience for sand, but then again he was not one to say no a paying customer for lack of comfort either.
It would have been a simple task had he not screwed it up by letting his baser instincts appeal to him. All he had to do was come here, locate the palace, separate one tyrant head from its corresponding body, then escape and get paid. He had, unfortunately not taken into account the harrowing journey to get here in the first place. One weeks worth of harsh travel without company had been more than enough motivation for the young warrior to take a small ‘detour' to the local tavern, where two less-than-subtle women had offered to go back to his room with him and polish his sword.
Karnak was against killing women. But someone had drugged him that night, ensuring that when the guards had come for him the next morning, his sword was noticeably missing and that he was less than able to stand up much less defend himself. That someone was going to have to answer for it when he got out of here.
Wherever 'here' was.
The room was dimly lit, and smelled strongly of incense and spices. Neither to the barbarian's liking. Having come from much simpler backgrounds, such sensations he only usually endured when in a brothel or the company of higher-stationed women, cheating on their husbands. He wondered to himself, as he got up slowly on his feet, if he was going to have to rely on his cock to save his own life again. Last he heard, the tyrant he had been sent to slay had no daughters. Was he even married?
Much to his dismay, his sword didn't appear to be anywhere in sight. Those whores were going to have to answer alright.
He purposefully strode towards the balcony to get a better idea of where he was. Perhaps even slip out before his captors returned. His bare feet, used to the hard coarse surface of wooden floors thanked him for the feel of cool, smooth marble. As he strode out into the harsh sunlight, he realized that wherever he was, he was way too high up to even contemplate climbing down.
‘The tower', he thought miserably, looking onto the city below. ‘I'm in the palace alright. Though not in the part I had expected.'
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
In one fluid motion, his face fell into snarl as he spun around to face the foreign speaker. Sword or no sword, he would prove that he was a force to be reckoned with either way.
"Come now, there's no need for that," the speaker, a tall broad-shouldered man clad in gold, flowing robes strode into the room, somehow having not made a sound while he closed the door behind him. "I have given you no reason to believe that I wish you harm despite your intentions, have I?"
Karnak recognized the face in an instant. The man's graying hair, strong eyes and aged features having been inscribed rather expertly on the parchment he had received. Having only been given a face, however, the barbarian hadn't quite expected someone as tall as him, and as proportionally built besides to be his target. The wealthy he had grown accustomed to assassinating mostly tended to be grossly overweight or at the very least, had the air of someone who had never picked up a sword in their life.
The man before him looked like he'd seen his fair share of battles. Even unarmed, killing him with his bare hands would probably happen as swift as he would like.
His employers had not warned him of this. He was going to have to demand more gold when he got back.
"You must be quite sure of yourself," Karnak growled, "If you think you can try to face me alone. And without my being chained up in your dungeon, you've more or less delivered yourself to me on a silver platter."
The older man seemed unimpressed by the threat. Stepping even closer, a twisted grin on his face. "Oh I'm quite sure you could crush my skull with your bare hands if you tried hard enough. I have no doubt about that at all. Your reputation precedes you, barbarian."
Pleasantries. Rolling his eyes Karnak wished found himself wishing for his sword again. Why was it that nobility always insisted on wagging their tongues before a fight?
"If that is the case, perhaps you should rethink this show of bravado and call for your guards," Karnak taunted. "They might give you a fighting chance."
"If I had wanted to kill you, do you think you would have woken up in my bedroom instead of on a torture rack?" the older man pointed out simply.
"I have no time to be playing mind games," Karnak shot back. "Neither are you going to be able to persuade me to change my mind, no matter how much you are willing to bargain for your life. It wouldn't look good for my future employers if word got out that mere coin could change my mind."
"No, that wouldn't do now, would it? Similarly, if I let you walk out of my palace unscarred knowing your intentions to kill me, it would be like I was leaving an open door for more of your kind to come in and try their luck. It would appear that we are in some sort of a bind."
"Speak quickly, Darius," Karnak growled, growing ever more impatient. "You do not have much time left."
"Very well then," Darius relented, letting his robe slide to the floor. The first thing that Karnak noticed was the hefty jewel worn on a gold chain round the older man's neck. Fiery red and glistening in the dying sunlight, the barbarian made a mental note to keep that once the neck it was attached to was severed.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
"Yes, a pity it will be traded for coin soon," Karnak affirmed.
"Oh, its value lies in much more than simple coin, my friend," the older man teased. "Perhaps you would like to step in from the balcony to take a better look at it?"
"I'll have a better look once you're dead."
And with a mighty roar, the barbarian threw himself forward, prepared to barrel straight into his target. Instead of colliding with a wall of solid flesh, however, he found his charge halted mid-stride, suddenly, painfully, as though he had just collided with a brick wall. His eyes still blinking the bright red flash of light which had temporarily blinded him, he silently cursed his luck as he got up on his feet.
‘Magic. Fuck, I should be demanding triple if I survive this.'
"There, you've given it your best," Darius taunted. "At least no one can say you didn't try. Now, if you would please, I would prefer if you stand still."
To the barbarian's horror, as the last words fell out of the older man's mouth, he found his body obeying in kind, assuming a posture he had not assumed since his training lessons as a youth, he found his entire body becoming stiff as he stood at attention as though waiting instructions.
"What treachery is this?" Thankfully, it seemed that his tongue was still his own, though little good it would do him in this situation.
"As you said, I would have to be a fool to face you by myself. Thankfully I'm not unskilled in a few minor sorceries here and there. I'd say that about evens the odds, don't you?" Darius laughed. Pacing slowly around the barbarian as though he were appraising him, Karnak was beginning to grow wary of the way the older man was staring at him. It reminded him of the way he looked at the tavern wenches on his many travels.
"Step inside, my young friend. The time for parading you will come soon enough, but that time is not now," Darius instructed, stepping aside to give way for the barbarian to step, albeit rigidly, past him off the balcony and back into the bedroom.
"The stories don't quite do you justice, barbarian. You are larger in life than you are in the tales they spread about you," Darius murmured, motioning for him to stand by the wall.
"Kill me and be done with it," the barbarian spat. "I do not have the patience for these-
"Unfortunately it does not seem that your patience is going to be an issue anymore now, is it?" Darius interrupted. "Now, barbarian. It has taken quite a lot to get you here, and now I'm going to take my time."
"You hired me?" Of course. A trap. How else could they have anticipated him far enough in advance to drug his drink at the first tavern he stopped at?
"A show of insight that has come far too late," the old ruler was now stepping uncomfortably close to the barbarian, his eyes transfixed on the thick furred loincloth that was the barbarian's only piece of clothing.
"Your sorceries will run out in due time," Karnak warned. "When I get free, I might find myself taking more time killing you than I normally would have." An empty threat, and the barbarian realized it too. However with his back against the wall, he was literally running out of options.
"Well then I suppose I had better do something more permanent, then," Darius smiled. His face was now close enough that the barbarian could smell the wine on his breath, both his hands on now leaning on the wall beside his face. "You see, I've been looking for a bodyguard. With a reputation like mine, it's only a matter of time before more of your ilk get paid to send me to the grave."
"Yes my only comforting thought now is that someone else is eventually going to succeed in stabbing you in the back," Karnak whispered hoarsely.
"Well perhaps they'll think twice once I have you in my employ," Darius replied.
"A man of your... reputation, is just what I need. The last thing anyone with half a brain would want to do is mess with a man under the protection of Karnak Dragonsbane."
"And what makes you think I would agree to such a thing?" Karnak challenged. Plenty have offered to hire him permanently, but the young barbarian was too much in love with his own nomadic lifestyle to ever accept. It was why he had left his own people in the first place. Having spent the last ten years of his life wandering aimlessly, killing dragons, people and almost anything that got in his way, he saw no reason to give it up now. Especially not for a man who was glaring at him like he was a piece of meat.
"I have my... methods of persuasion," Darius replied, punctuating this statement with a firm, calloused hand reaching past the barbarian's loincloth to fondle the younger man's ball sac.
His worst fears confirmed, Karnak's face fell into snarl. "So that's how it is. I never figured tyrants could also be boy-loving faggots. Well you will not have me, you sick fuck. When I break free, I'm going to-
"Not boys," Darius interrupted him, his hand still casually stroking the underside of the barbarian's testicles. "Men. It would appear that I'm going to have to teach you some manners, barbarian. Perhaps it's time you got a closer look at that gem you so desired."
Despite it being phrased as a suggestion, Karnak found himself frustratingly looking down towards the gem hanging at the other man's neck. It didn't take much to deduce that the artefact was magical in origin, and more than likely the means of his intended slavery. This knowledge was to no avail, however, as the gem's unearthly glow in the room's dim light was already seeming to draw him in.
"This isn't over, Darius. I swear to you, when I..."
"Shhhh. You've spoken your part more than enough, barbarian. Now it's time to let your betters speak," the older man whispered. "Now just relax and stare at the gem."
"No... I'm not going..."
"Shh... rest your worries. You have taken a long road to get to me, and it's only fair that I shoulder the burden of your thoughts for this evening. Just look into the gem."
"N..no... I..."
"Relax."
The barbarian's protests were starting to get more and more inaudible, his tense shoulders now drooping slightly as his eyes seemed to take on a mirrored sheen of red as opposed to their natural dark brown colour. Darius continued to stroke the barbarian's shaft, smiling to himself when he felt it starting to harden in his grip.
"That's a good boy," Darius whispered encouragingly. "Now you are going to listen to my voice, and answer all my questions. Do not burden yourself with thought unless I command you to. I will be your caretaker for tonight. Is that clear?"
"...y..yes..." There was still a bit of hesitancy in the younger man's voice. No matter. Darius loved it when they tried to fight.
"Yes master," Darius urged. The sooner the barbarian learned his place, the better.
"N..no..."
"Come now, I am the ruler of these lands. And you are one of my subjects. Does it not seem right to you for you to address me as such?" Darius asked, tightening his grip around the barbarian's cock.
"B..but.."
"It's only fair," Darius insisted, for a brief second, doubting the gem's ability to keep the barbarian's resistance in check.
"Yes... master," the barbarian relented. There was still a tone of reluctance in his voice, but it was still a step forward.
"I want you to think back, barbarian. What is it that led you to this situation in the first place?" Darius began, reaching his other hand to get a feel of the barbarian's firm, unyielding chest.
"You... sorcery..." the barbarian began, only to be interrupted.
"No, before that. How did you get caught?" The feel of the younger man's scars beneath his fingertips and the glazed look in Karnak's eyes – it took a fair amount of willpower on the older man's behalf to not just throw the man onto the bed and have his way then and there.
"Women.. at the tavern."
"Exactly," Darius breathed a sigh of relief. He had half expected having to lead the barbarian on to that point. "If they hadn't drugged you, you wouldn't be here. They are not to be trusted."
"They are not... " the barbarian began to echo, still murmuring through half-lidded eyes.
"Tell me, boy, have you ever been with a man?" Darius pressed on, still struggling to remain patient.
"N..no... blasphemy... I would never..."
All the better. It might have been easier if, like in some places, his instructor in his youth had demanded that kind of obedience from him. But Darius hadn't expected easy to begin with. At the very least, when he finally conquered this brute of a man, the glory of ravaging him for the first time would be his and his alone.
"Now that hardly seems fair," Darius smiled, drawing circles with his finger around the barbarian's left nipple. "When was the last time you were in a temple?"
A recollection that would take him far back, no doubt. And true enough, the barbarian struggled with this answer, taking his time before murmuring a silent ‘fifteen years'. A gamble on Darius' part, this, but it had paid off. "Well," the older man continued. "Surely if the Gods were to forgive you for your errant faith, they might forgive you for partaking in... other pleasures of the flesh."
"Nn...no... I would never be another man's whore." There was surprising clarity in that last statement. It made Darius' heart race. Was the barbarian shaking off the spell already?
"Are you certain?" Darius prodded. "Even if the other man were to have you completely at his mercy?"
"I would... fight..."
"You don't appear to be fighting now," Darius pointed out bluntly, pushing aside the barbarian's loincloth to set his semi-erect cock free.
"I... I..." the look of hesitation on the barbarian's face was priceless. The incense was doing its job well enough, even if the barbarian wasn't quite full mast yet.
"In fact, you seem to be enjoying yourself," Darius continued. "You seem to like being completely helpless, your cock in my hands, utterly at my mercy." To drive the point home, he increased the intensity of his ministrations, kissing the barbarian lightly on the forehead as he fondled even harder, rubbing his thumb up and down the warrior's shaft.
"Nooo..." this time, the protest eventually died down into a whimper and a soft moan. Encouraged by this, Darius gave out a hearty chuckle as he finally tugged the warrior's loincloth off, discarding it aside.
"Accept it, boy, your body yearns for what I can offer you," Darius licked his lips as the barbarian grew more rigid and breathless, while his own undergarments were growing more and more uncomfortable in the temperature of the room.
"But... but..."
"But what?" Darius relented for a while. There was no sense in the barbarian getting spent too early. He wanted to savor this while it lasted. Let the warrior conjure up whatever defence he wanted, he would only too happily see it crumbled when the younger man lay moaning and writhing beneath him later.
"You're old enough to be my father."
Darius raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘is that all?' Still he managed a grin, using the hand that smelled strongly of barbarian sweat to cup the younger man's chin, forcing him to face him directly. "Well then," he whispered huskily. "Perhaps I shall be your father then. Perhaps I shall instruct you and guide you in the ways he has failed. You would like that, wouldn't you?"
The barbarian's eyes looked so torn it was positively delicious. "No..."
"In all your years, barbarian, all the young women who you have taken to bed, none will even dream of giving you the pleasures I offer. The joy of submission. I am a King. The earth trembles at my feet. People die in my name. Both women and men such as yourself, your mouths water at the thought of servicing my regal cock, to drink my bountiful seed," Darius whispered in the barbarian's ear.
"No..." Karnak continued to whisper, sounding less and less sure of himself.
It was then that Darius' hand on his jaw tightened, and the older man leaned in to kiss him. Helplessly, the barbarian continued to whimper as Darius bit and suckled around his lips, asking, no, demanding entry. Entry that was not in Karnak's power to resist for very long as his illicit moans soon gave the other man the opening he required. Before long there was only the taste of wine and another man's mouth on his tongue, the weight of the man's larger body pinning him against the wall, his hair-covered chest brushing wantonly against his own. Even through the other man's undergarments, the barbarian could tell that Darius' own throbbing erection, aching through the thick cloth against his own, was definitely bigger than his own.
The kiss was messy, more forceful, more rough than Karnak had known, and to be on the receiving end while the older man's graying stubble scratched at his chin was a new but altogether comforting pleasure. The moment in which he forgot to resist the man's advances and to fight for his freedom melted quickly into seconds, seconds into minutes, and when the kiss ended and he was catching his breath, breathing in deeply the scent of the first man to ever touch him and force himself on him so, Karnak had to stifle the pang of regret that had somehow taken root while he hadn't noticed.
The triumphant grin on Darius' face went unnoticed. The older man took heart at the fact that Karnak's eyes were now drifting southwards, along the treasure tail on his abdomen towards where his final reward remained hidden behind a wall of cloth that for all intents and purposes, was a thousand miles thick. Darius had done this enough times to know when he was winning. Before long the barbarian would be his.
Knowing the advantage was his, Darius pulled away, painfully lengthening the gap between the two behemoths. Walking casually towards his bed, he slowly turned around and sat down, watching the barbarian's eyes unwillingly following him. The suggestion had taken root. Now it was time to milk it for all it was worth.
"Kneel, slave," Darius commanded, his face stern and impassive despite how quickly the barbarian obeyed. Inside, he took this as another good sign. It was well known how proud these northerners were. Had anyone else dared to call Karnak a slave without prior... conditioning, Darius knew full well that that person's life expectancy would have shortened considerably.
"Come to me."
No longer rigid, but still a little hesitant, Karnak began to crawl. Darius imagined that this was definitely the first time the man had done so without a woman beneath him. No matter. He would soon learn.
"This, slave, is where you belong. On your knees before me," Darius said softly.
"Come closer."
Karnak inched closer, soon kneeling close enough that his head was in line with the older man's groin. Darius soon reached down and cupped his chin again, raising it slightly so that their eyes met. "Slave," Darius began, "do you trust me?"
The response, if any, was still a bit slurred. Not waiting to see if the inaudible murmur would soon solidify into a ‘yes' or a ‘no', Darius pulled him a bit closer. "As you said, I am old enough to be your father, slave. I have in my many years grown wiser than you could ever hope to be. Trust me, child. I will take care of you tonight, and hereon after."
Another pause. It lengthened into a full minute before the word ‘Yes' finally tumbled out of the barbarian's mouth.
Darius was about to prompt him for the next word, but as it turned out, there was no need. "Master," Karnak finished. "Yes master." He repeated, as though reaffirming it to himself.
"That's a good boy," the older man praised softly, running his hand through the younger man's thick black hair, noting the slight twitch in the barbarian's uncut cock as he did so. "Now lean in closer still, boy, and breathe in deep. Your quest is nearing its end and you will soon be rewarded."
The barbarian leaned in closer, his head soon pressed such that his nose and mouth were touching the damp fabric around Darius' groin. Breathing in the full-on heady musk of another man for the first time in his life, the young barbarian's eyes watered, his knees shaking as his cock continued to throb without touch. Were he not under a spell, he would have found the stench-
"Delightful, isn't it? This, boy, is what you've wanted all your life. The steady, mouth-watering aroma of a more powerful man washing over you, reducing you to the quivering, submissive sight that you are now. You may use your tongue if you like, boy. I am not an unkind master."
Karnak's mind reeled under the assault of the sorcerer's words on his mind. Between the altogether male musk wafting under his nostrils, mixed with the incense burning in the room and the overall lightheaded feeling he had been unable to shake off since staring at that gem, it was beginning harder and harder to discern between his own thoughts and the man's words. Gingerly, he poked his tongue out to touch the fabric and, much to his rapidly dying dismay, found it to his liking. The faint touch soon turned to long, languid licks along the underside of the pronounced shape pressing eagerly back to meet him.
It was a done deal, as far as Darius was concerned. Considering the way the barbarian was now whimpering and moaning in between each licks, his own mental defences were now being chipped at a steady pace, so much that it was beginning to dawn upon him that he would not have the patience to introduce the barbarian's tight ass to his cock just yet. No matter. The slave would drink of him for tonight, and dream of those other pleasures in his arms.
"That's a good boy," Darius continued, coaxing the boy on. It wasn't long before he unfastened the clasp on his breeches and let his cock loose, engorged and thirsty for attention that the enslaved barbarian was now all too happy to give.
And what Karnak lacked in experience, he more than made up for with eagerness, the kind even the sorcerer had not anticipated. Perhaps the barbarian's famed appetite for carnal pleasures had turned to his benefit after all. After all, you can't have a reputation for taking three women to bed at once and not have any idea on how to pleasure another man.
Before long, Darius had already sank back onto the bed, his latest acquisition's head nestled lovingly in his large hands. "Mmm...such an eager slave, aren't you?"
Karnak's response was an overenthusiastic moan in between licks, savouring the taste of pre-cum and sweat, the texture of another man's cock against the fibres of his tongue. Every dip his nose took into those gray curls found him moaning harder and harder, his own need throbbing desperately in his own fumbling hands.
As his master's gasps grew more hurried and urgent, so too did his. Before long all pretense of control was lost, and there was only the man's hands on his head as he bucked wildly and forcefully into his mouth, wantonly scratching an itch he had never known before at the back of his throat. And as the older man promised, his mouth was watering. A thirst the likes of which he had never known growling at the base of his stomach like a starved beast. All he knew was that the master's pleasure was his pleasure. He would gulp down every last drop obediently and unquestioningly.
"It's time, slave," the older man groaned between thrusts. "Gulp it all down."
Beyond that, there was only the loud, deafening cry of completion as the older man painted the insides of the barbarian's mouth white hot with a copious amount of seed. Karnak took it all in with loud, audible gulps, wanting the other man to know full well that he was obedient. That he was fulfilled. The thought that the man's seed now churned within his belly excited him, causing his own cock to continue to throb and twitch painfully.
"Get up here," Darius growled impatiently, pulling the other man with him onto the bed. Before long he was on top of the moaning barbarian, ravishing his mouth with his tongue as his hands travelled downwards to help the younger man with his own erection. As he had promised, he wasn't an unkind master.
"Your mouth," Darius gasped in between kisses, "Tastes like my cock. Just the way it should be."
And while Karnak lacked the vocal capacity to agree, his tongue quickly reoccupied by his master's, his own completion coming closer and closer with every languid stroke, his numbed mind quietly agreed with that statement, echoing onward as he cried out his own release, spilling it onto his master's hands.
Silence ensued, in which both men lay in a tangled, sweat covered mess between expensive silken sheets. And while the red sheen in Karnak's eyes had long gone, the mindless bliss remained. And as Darius lovingly kissed his forehead, it was quite clear that it would remain that way.
Darius wrapped his arms around the younger man, whispering praises into the other man's ear as the man dutifully licked at his fingers wordlessly. The twitch on the barbarian's cock did not go unnoticed. Oh yes, that cock which had been inside queens, ladies and whores alike. Now all his.
Breathing in a long, contented sigh, Darius knew he was going to look forward to having this one guard him more than a little closely. Perhaps a collar wouldn't go amiss. And he would of course learn what it was like to have his ass so mind-numbingly full with another man's seed.
But all in due time. For now, there would only be sleep. And this time, the barbarian would wake up feeling utterly contented and blissful.
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