Embarrassed to feel another man’s cock, Falco turned over and told him he needed to sleep. The merchant could see Falco had a boner, too.
“You’re hard, Lad. Why don’t you humour me and pull your dick out so I can have a look?”
Falco was disgusted by the sick suggestion. He refused.
The merchant pleaded. “I want to see your cock.. Just let me have a look. No one will know you let me see.”
Falco lay there with his erection plainly showing in his pants. Oddly, he felt complimented by the merchant’s request, sick as it was. He remembered how much fun it was to have everyone see his hard dick as it fucked that passed out girl by the campfire. He wanted to show off his erection again.
The merchant was right; no one would know. He pulled it out and held it so it pointed straight up while the merchant leered at it.
Fa;lco liked being wicked. He got his jollies exposing himself, even if it was to some faggot. The degenerate merchant just stared at it, breathing deeply and saying nothing.
Bored with lying there just holding it, Falco started playing with it, letting the fudgepacker watch. He pumped it with his fist. He pumped fast.
After a while, the merchant leaned forward and kissed Falco’s cheek. “How pretty you are” he murmured. He looked into Falco’s beautiful eyes. He noticed Falco’s full lips. He admired his strong jawline.
The merchant rose up on his knees and pulled out his hard dick. It was average length but skinny and curved down instead of up. “Suck me off, Lad. Please? I know you know you like cock. I can tell.” Seeing Falco was about to refuse he added, a little pathetically, “I’ll even give you a silver after you are done.”
Falco, with no coin in his pocket, decided to do just as he was asked. He took the merchant’s fid into his mouth. He meant to just hold it there between his jaws without performing fellatio but he decided to actively suck on it just to get the merchant to cum quicker so he could stop the perverted act sooner. He sucked slowly, occasionally pulling it out to rub it on his face then sucked some more.
At last the merchant exhaled a big breath. Then Falco’s mouth was filled up by warm, sticky man-chowder. Not knowing what else to do, Falco swallowed. He swallowed it all. It tasted salty. A bit more spurted onto his tongue and he swallowed that, too. Even more came.
He licked the last few drops lingering on the knob. He squeezed the cock to get the last bit out of the shaft. He sucked on that cock long after the last of the merchant’s cum had been eaten.
Finally, the merchant’s spent prick slipped out of his mouth. For some reason he gave it a kiss.
Angry that the merchant had made him do that sick act, he rose and vindictively stuck his hard-on onto the merchant’s mouth. He would let the merchant know how humiliating it was to suck hungrily on a big hard prick. It was vengeful retribution; that was the only reason why he did it. Yeah.
The merchant spent a half hour kissing and licking Falco’s super hard penis while playing with his sperm-packed balls. Falco’s cock began to twitch. He grabbed the merchant’s ears and gripped them. He emptied long spasms of spunk all over the merchant’s tonsils. It was a large load and he watched it being gulped down. He liked the fact that his cum went down another man’s throat, though he knew it was only so he could humiliate the fag for his perversions.
For a second silver coin, he serviced the merchant’s needs the next night, too.
On the third day they reached the town. The merchant told him they could continue to travel together and he could learn the business. They could do naughty things every night.
“I am heading out” Falco had told the merchant. He wasn’t a queer. He had just needed the coin. He thought of that passed-out girl he had screwed by the fire in front of his friends. He had fucked her because he was straight. He needed to find a girlfriend like her so he could forget about what he had needed to do when desperate for a couple of silver. “Find a real queer to suck your cock, Hindgrinder. I’m going to find a slut to fuck.”
He had moved on the next morning. No one would ever know he had had a prick in his mouth and had kissed it and held it, reveling in the kisses the merchant had given him after the debauchery. Why had he kissed him back? He had told himself he needed the coin, that was all. He wasn’t a fag. He liked beaver.
Sitting there across from Ellister, Falco reminded himself that he had sworn he would never do faggot stuff again. Yet he wanted that charm.
Falco steeled himself to pay the demanded price. “Okay, one quick blowjob” he conceded, desperate to have that charm for Cadwarra. “Just make it fast. I gotta get going.”
Falco realized he should be hidden down in the Down Below while he reviewed his options, not in a crowded tavern. He needed to get that charm and get out quick. He did not fancy more jail time nor that bland porridge thrice daily.
He stood and took a half a step to Ellister. Disgusted by what he was about to do, he placed the plat on the table. Ellister swiped it out of sight as quickly as he had with Llisanya’s payment in Irontoes East yesterday. He stared again at the bulge Falco’s junk was making in his black leather leggings. He put his hands on Falco’s waist. He felt how fit the boy was. He ran his hands over Falco’s muscled chest then lowered his hands to touch Falco’s genitals lovingly. He reached to undo the lacings that kept Falco’s prick from his sucking lips.
Falco’s dick flopped out. He stood there feeling self-conscious. A few faggots turned and looked, watching with interest what Ellister was doing.
Falco was embarrassed that they saw he was soft and small. He should have thought things through. Belatedly, he asked Ellister “Can you give me the charm before you suck me off? I’m embarrassed by my size.” He was ashamed to have to confess his size to Ellister, forgetting that when they had first met he had blurted out in his drunken state that his girl had found him lacking.
“Alright” Ellister agreed. “I guess we can give you a demonstration of my jewelry skills”
While Falco stood with his little dinky swinging around, Ellister handed him a cheap looking ring. It looked like it was made of brass with a glass bauble in the setting. Falco regretted paying six plat for such costume jewelry and suspected he had just been cheated.
“It looks cheap so no one sees its value and steals it” Ellister explained when he saw the disdain on Falco’s face. “You slip it on your left index finger. Don’t worry, the magic will shrink or expand the ring to fit perfectly.”
Falco did as he was told, expecting to have nothing happen and for Ellister to start laughing at him for his stupidity.
The ring fit as if made to his size. The effect on his manhood was instant. There was a stabbing pain in the tip of his cock like some bitch had bitten on it hard, then it felt like someone was pulling on his shaft hard enough to yank his prick out by the roots. He doubled over in intense agony.
“You asshole. I’m in pain.” he gasped, barely able to speak. He sat down, unable to stand, grimacing in his torment.