Fantasy stuff again?

[henderson (imported)]

Hey all- I'm new, kinda, just never posted before.

I was wondering if anyone was still interested in Fantasy stories, with bull men and centaurs and all that jazz.

If anyone is, I'm working on a series that I might be able to post?

Any thoughts?

I can post a pre-view, and if you like, I'll do more.

1. The Chronicles of Kretus: Prince of Thebes

As told by Geir Furlong

A word or two on Minotaurs:

The Minoan are a race of beings in common tongue referred to as Minotaurs- they are part man, part bull. Not counting his horns, a Minotaur generally stands about nine feet tall and is entirely covered in thick fur. Aside from his size, a Minotaur’s most prominent feature is his head, which is that of a carnivorous bull- slightly longer and narrower than that of an average steer- with a keen glint in his eye. The head is mounted on a thick muscular neck set on broad shoulders and a long barrel chest. His powerful arms and hands belie their skill in the arts of blacksmithing and leather working, for which they are widely sought after. A Minotaur’s legs are those of a bull; complete with massive hooves the size of dinner plates.

I can share from personal experience that Minotaurs rarely if ever wear more than a belt from which to hang their weapons. A bull in the buff was a frequent sight in the port of Thebes as it is a cultural tradition to display their man-hood, even in battle. When unclothed a Minotaur’s burdensome testicles are clearly visible as they swing to and fro in their supple, furry, pouch. The penis is a different matter however. When flaccid, it is packaged in a bull’s pointed sheath- a sort of “foreskin tube” that hangs from the lower stomach, just below the belly button. When erect, it protrudes from the sheath’s opening, and extends to its full length, ending in a blunt mushroom cap, similar to a human’s. It is very hard to judge the length of a Minotaur’s penis, as they are often retracted into the body, making a lump at the base of the sheath. A Minotaur may stretch open the sheath, which is quite elastic, and pull out his flaccid member to relieve himself, as one would undo his fly. Stuffing a penis back into the sheath is a difficult matter, and nearly impossible when it is erect. The penis itself is usually grey and dry, with a texture not unlike suede. Again, shared from personal experience.

The measure of a Minoan’s length- and one bull’s in particular, is where our tale begins. I have pieced together the events from various chance meetings with the persons involved, and indeed, you may find me in the story at times. Although many of you may at first envy our hero’s predicament- I can assure you that I, personally, have no shortcomings regarding the matter.

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Chapter One: In the Port of Thebes

Thebes is the central city of the Minoan fleet and boards most of its military forces in its tall dusty towers. Year after year the city was built upwards, until it became a bewildering maze of stone and iron. Minoan males are taken from the cradle and sent here to train until the age of 25. It is in their 25th year that all eligible males are gathered in the city square to be judged and assigned a military ranking. Stripped naked, they wait their turn as the High Minoan Priests examine their marks, tone, and most importantly- the length of their member. This is known as the Great Measuring.

Well endowed males are chosen as troop leaders- or the aptly named, Long Soldiers. They are given special breeding rites, a highly sought after award, as females have been forbidden in Thebes.

Those less lucky, or simply without the social standing, have their members stretched before the chopping block. These poor souls are sent to the front lines without their penises- earning them the title of Bob Soldier.

The cutting leaves nothing of the penis, and the sheath soon shrinks like a deflated balloon. Few are granted title of Long Soldier- leaving many sexually frustrated males, who, relieved of their penises, find release in battle. Each year the piles of flaccid lengths lie about the block like so many dead worms after the rain. A fearsome sight indeed- so it is of little wonder that some bulls try to escape.

It was late in the day when a commotion began down at the shipyard. The port guards had caught a dockhand trying to leave the city. They dragged the struggling bull into the square as a coward and traitor to the empire- deserving nothing more than the block.

Watching the ceremony with some amusement, I noticed that the captive was a bull that frequented my tavern named Kretus. He was an easy going fellow- not one I’d peg as a traitor. It took four guards to restrain him- forcing his legs apart, and bearing his chest. He was wearing pants, an unusual custom among Minoans, but one that Kretus had adopted.

Kretus was a strange case. When he would stop at the bar, someone would always ask him about his pants. He would then explain that he wore the leather pants to protect himself from the sparks of the foundry at the shipyard. He was never shy to remove them, revealing two large, heavy looking balls and a thick sheath. It was agreed amongst the people of Thebes, that Kretus had the largest set of balls in the city.

However, no one in the port could claim to have slept with him. And no matter how much he was prodded, he would never bear his member in public. A suspicious trait for such a large, and otherwise well endowed bull. It was rumored that this good natured bull with the large balls was a ship without a mast. Dickless. The rumor spread so widely that whenever he entered a room, the talk would quickly fall to snickering whispers.

Now these rumors would be put to the test- as Kretus was presented before the Royal Priest, the Royal Cutter, and a mocking crowd. Even though he was a massive beast, there was a look of pure panic in his eyes and he twisted this way and that in an attempt to escape.

A Minoan of smaller stature was already set before the block. While he stood at a scrawny seven feet, his member was by no means short- in fact it was unnaturally thick and rested on two large balls. His fur was a mottled red and gray- the gray being most prominent on his chest, stomach and exposed groin. The Cutter, a hulking bull wearing a black leather hood, grabbed the smaller bull’s penis by the head, and stretched it across the block. The Royal Priest stepped forward, and read a short declaration.

“By the orders on our Lord, the Steward of Thebes, here Knot, son of Alderhorn is to forfeit his familial right as an intact male, in compensation for his deceased sire’s debts. He shall serve our empire until said debts have been repaid. Proceed.”

Of course the Great Measuring was not a fair event. Bulls of a lower class, or in financial debt could not “afford” to keep their penises. This system was in place to keep certain family lines in power through breeding rights. Knot’s father had once been a favored figure in the Steward’s court- but his death at sea and loss of a cargo fleet left Knot a pauper, unable to repay his father’s debt. And so the empire demanded some compensation.

The cutter raised his axe, and brought it down with maddening speed. As this moment Kretus managed to free himself- twisting away from the guards. Two more royal guards rushed to the podium to restrain him- one of them bumping into the Cutter. The descending blade missed its mark, slicing unevenly through the penis, and then tearing down through the right side of Knot’s scrotum. The stricken bull bellowed and fell sideways- blood running freely from his groin.

The cutter dropped his blade, and with one quick motion, reached his massive arm round to the front of the guard that had hit him, and grasped his prone loins. With a violent twist, his fist retracted, clenching a bloody pulp that was the guard’s manhood. The guard fell from the cutting stage, landing in the crowd amidst much jeering. As he tried to stand a stone hit him in the back of the head, and he fell to a barrage of rocks- not stirring again.

The Cutter then turned to Kretus, and with his other hand, seized the bull’s stones through his leather pants, closing his fist tightly like a steal trap. Every hair on the captive’s body stood on end and his struggling ceased. Slowly his hooves lifted from the ground as the Cutter hoisted the captive by his testicles, and held him in the air for the crowd to see. A round of applause issued from the crowd, and the captive was dropped, gasping, at the foot of the block. The guards quickly and carefully moved in to restrain him again- lifting him shaking to his feet. The Royal Priest lifted his hand, and the crowd went silent.

The Priest was shorter than the captive, but not by much. His flowing robes of crimson and gold did little to conceal a lean ebony build. With a small gesture of the Priest’s hand, the offending pants were ripped from the captive’s body. All ten imposing feet of his muscular frame stood stark naked in the middle of the square. The majority of his body was covered in short black fur, except for patches of softer white fur on his muzzle, chest, belly, groin, and one distinctive patch on his right eye. His testicles bounced in a spiky haired sack and were each the size of cannonballs.

The Priest gave him and appraising glance. Leaning foreword, he brusquely grasped the captive’s balls- rolling them in his palm and testing their firmness. The bull let in a sharp breath of air as his already bruised balls were ground painfully together. The older bull snorted. Leaning even closer to the struggling captive, he whispered.

“Pity you won’t have much use for these… I’ve heard that perhaps your pole is already lacking, eh? Do you hide your shame beneath the sin of clothing?”

The Priest let go suddenly, and turned to the crowd.

“Here is a criminal to our empire- Kretus Olwar, you have been judged rightly, and so your member shall meet the block and you will lose the rights of a complete soldier to our highness, the Steward of Thebes.”

At this Kretus struggled even more furiously. The guards hauled him to the block, and forced him to kneel. Taking hold of the captive’s sheath, the Priest inserted two fingers, and stretched it open. With his other hand he reached in and grabbed the bull’s member. Kretus spoke for the first time to his captors-

“No! Please, you don’t understand!”

There was an audible gasp from the crowd as the captive’s length was stretched from his body. The Priest dropped the penis as if it had burned him, and even the guards backed away in surprise. Kretus rose from his knees, and then, shaking, turned to face the crowd gathered before him.

He held his limp penis in his right hand, and stretched it up to his chest. Although limp- it writhed slightly, like a dead snake might when hung from its tail. The member stretched almost to his chin, at what must be close to five feet. He let it drop, and it swung between his legs, the last three or four inches dragging across the ground, thick as a man’s arm- the whole thing gently twisting as if it was all twitching muscle.

“I, I can explain…” he stammered.

The crowd broke into uproarious applause.

“That’s enough!” shouted the Royal Priest.

The crowd continued to whistle and cheer as a heavy paw fell on Kretus’s shoulder. He was spun around to face the Cutter and Royal Priest. The Priest had a very odd look on his face. He cleared his throat and in a barely audible growl said,

“Perhaps we judged you too hastily Kretus.”

The guards crowded once more around the captive, and large metal shackles were placed on his wrists. The Priest then turned to the Cutter.

“Take him to the holding chamber.”

“What of the other?” asked a guard, motioning to the blood covered Knot, still crouching on the ground. The mutilated bull was holding a dirty rag to his groin to slow the bleeding. Knot met the Priest’s scornful stare, and looked away.

“Take the debtor to a cell as well- he is unclean.”

At this Kretus and Knot were lead from the block, and the Priest retired from the stage. A Royal Herald stood on top of the block and announced to the crowd that the Great Measuring would recommence in an hour’s time.

[bobov (imported)]

Go for it! Love it!

[Bagoas (imported)]

I urge you to continue writing. You express yourself well and I like your style which, though less flamboyant, reminds me of Edgar Rice Buirroughs in his Martian stories.

The introduction to which you have treated us leaves me wanting to read the rest of the story. That alone speaks well enough for the story that you should finish it.

Welcome to the ranks of Eunuch Archive authors.

[Slammr (imported)]

I second Bagoas -- very well written. I, too, would like to read more.

[henderson (imported)]

Glad that people like it. I've got ideas for what to do next- but would love to hear some ideas as well...

So what would you have done to these big bulls? (please try to stick to M/M)

[ChemistryKid (imported)]

I know that this is an old thread, but I've just got to say that I think this story idea is great. Has the rest of this story already been written? I have no problem with great fantasy stuff like this.

If it hasn't already been done, please go ahead and write it!

I have no clear idea of what should happen next, and that's the best part. I could imagine Knot taking out his frustration on Kretus' big penis, but I'm sure that what actually happens will be even more interesting.

[PitLoverVA (imported)]

Just as a general question: Is there much interest out there in the pure fantasy genre (magic, wizards, goblins, dragons, etc.)? I've written sci-fi and fantasy stories before, and have a few ideas floating in the ether for new ones. But there's no reason to put them at the top of my list if no one else is interested.

[StefanIsMe (imported)]

Sure, PitLover!

Any genre is good to see.. variety rules! On trips, I make a point of not taking any two books that are remotely similar... and fantasy is not often touched on in this subject, beyond the Wizard story from Slammr... I'm sure there are more, though.

[curious_guy (imported)]

Just as a general question: Is there much interest out there in the pure fantasy genre (magic, wizards, goblins, dragons, etc.)? I've written sci-fi and fantasy stories before, and have a few ideas floating in the ether for new ones. But there's no reason to put them at the top of my list if no one else is interested.

I like fantasy stories, especially if they involve young boys. I have read and enjoyed the Harry Potter books and the Alvin Maker books by Orson Scott Card. I do not like fantasy stories that play fast and loose with the rules. One thing I dislike about the Harry Potter books is that adult humans can transform themselves into cats, rats and even insects. (Where does all the extra mass go?)

[curious_guy (imported)]

Sure, PitLover!

Any genre is good to see.. variety rules! On trips, I make a point of not taking any two books that are remotely similar... and fantasy is not often touched on in this subject, beyond the Wizard story from Slammr... I'm sure there are more, though.

I think you should read Harry Potter and the Knife of Klingsor by Paolo. I think it is the best story on the archive.