Chapter 3: The Catacombs of Fear

“Shhh, there we go, Nkem, relax. Sleep,” Xon-Tah whispered as he stroked the youth’s body, sculpted and carved with powerful iron-hard muscle, now his to command. He slipped his hand around the young man’s cock, felt the heavy eight-inch length respond and stiffen to his touch. He played with Nkem’s foreskin, stroking it back from the glans until the youth sighed and pulsed a clear salt lube into his hand.

He raised his fingers to his lips and licked the barbarian’s precum from his fingers, shivering as he felt a heady rush of life and youth and power flow through him.

“Perfect,” he sighed. He stroked the length until it was rock-hard, then he knelt and licked the precum from the youth’s cock. He pulled back the foreskin and let his llps glide over the large velvety crown, lapping the youth’s cumslit as pearls of precum dripped from it. He groaned as he swallowed, his body shivering uncontrollably from the power he felt, the strength, as he licked the life-heavy fluid from the veined member.

He gripped the hard shaft, felt the pulse of blood filling it, felt his fangs slide out. He forced himself not to plunge his fangs into the large cock, but instead to stroke it with both hands. Nkem’s pulse sounded in his ears like bells.

Nkem groaned and suddenly ejaculated. Xon-Tah felt the pulsing cock in his hand as he slid his mouth over the large glans, suckling the youth’s sperm as it rushed into his mouth in thick, hard pulses.

Xon-Tah whimpered like a child as he felt his body warm and quicken. He licked every drop from the youth’s penis and then he slid his mouth down to the root of that sweet shaft and buried his razor-sharp fangs into the youth’s groin!

Nkem groaned from the sudden pain, which vanished just as suddenly. Xon-Tah also groaned as well as he drank deeply from the youth’s groin, his mouth working over the soft flesh, feeling the barbarian’s strength and power flow into him, filling him like an amphora of light.

At last, he felt Nkem’s heart quicken, and he pulled back, let the pin-point wounds seal, and he licked the last droplets of life-stuff from the smooth skin. He let his mouth trail up the youth’s softening shaft until he could slide his thin tongue between foreskin and glans, savoring the barbarian’s heady musk as he did so. A last pearly drop of lube spilled onto his tongue and slid down his throat before he drew back.

Nkem swayed on his feet, insensate, completely in his power. He could drain the youth now, drink him dry, but ... he had not completely lied to Nkem. He could not make his way from this temple. Even if all the lizardmen were dead, he’d still be trapped here as surely as a human at the bottom of a twenty-foot pit.

The youth was his, though, his mind and body open to his control. The lizardmen had weakend Nkem greatly before he was tied to the stone. Seeing him so helpless, then he had twice succumbed to his hunger, and supped deeply from Nkem as the young jackal recovered from his ordeal at the hands of the lizardmen. Nkem was no peasant to dominate with a glance, though; he was rugged and independent. He constantly strained the bars of his mental cage.