Stags Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Stags Pt. 02

... Ethan succumbed to it, standing and brushing his knees off, his cock dripping with thicker, whiter precum from his excitement.

"Do you agree with the doctrines of the ancient ways?" Harald asked.

They both nodded.

"Then we will prepare the ritual."

Todd was stationed on one side of the field, along with Gunnar. This decision made Ethan cuss and yell as Harald escorted him to the opposite end of the field.

Still naked, Gunnar dipped his fingers into a small wooden bowl and covered the tips with white clay paint.

He looked at Todd with soft, doe-like eyes. "What shall be your power of display?" He asked.

"Huh?"

"What part of your body shall be your physical antlers?" Gunnar tried to explain? "I will mark it with the appropriate symbols."

"Oh, I guess my muscles...my pecs."

"Very good," Gunnar said as he ran the tips of his fingers along Todd's broad chest, painting antler-like symbols across them. Todd shivered under the tenderness of his touch.

"I hope you get to claim me," Gunnar sighed, pulling his hand away. He looked down at Todd's cock. "I'll be waiting. You stand here until the horn blows. When it does, you must dominate the other buck and claim your power."

Gunnar didn't wait for Todd to answer. He stepped into the woods.

Across the field, Harald stood with Ethan, the older man's fingers dipped in white paint. He was stripped of his pants, and his own cock, a little over seven inches, was stiff and pointing to the sky. It was cut ...

... and topped with a head that tapered slightly, like an arrowhead. "What will be your display of dominance in this fight?"

"My cock, obviously."

Harald bent and ran a finger along the top of Ethan's shaft, painting a white line. Ethan's cock pulsed and let flow creamy precum. In his drugged state, the gentle touch felt as good as someone giving him head. Harald continued the line up the shaft, letting it split into two lines at the base of Ethan's pubes and finishing each line with antler-like symbols intertwined along the boy's hard, flat stomach. Harald took in one last look at the fantastic cock before standing and saying, "Gunnar told me that he hopes you win, by the way. So fight hard out there. When the horn sounds, your fight begins."

"Are there any rules?" Ethan asked, but the man had already walked into the tree line.

The soft grass ticked Todd's ankles as he waited. The summer sun was still hot in the late evening, and his back and ass dripped with sweat. The sound of a horn, ancient and moving Todd's soul with forgotten nostalgia, pierced the forest air. Todd shook his head to focus, and his eyes landed on Ethan across the field. His son's cock was painted. Todd snorted.Of course, that's his display. Todd wasn't surprised, but his cock-envy fueled the aggression that flared up in the pits of his stomach.

Ethan was covering the ground fast, slightly crouched in a defensive position. Todd moved forward, too, slowly and also somewhat crouched. When they ...