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Marek frozish in the stable. He was the youngest in the yard and he was treated as a newcomer too. Only two months ago he was sent here by the people who acquired the property of his died father. The Kate in which she had landed had heard the landowner anyway and that Father had been sick, he hadn’t been able to work anymore and debts had accumulated.
So the landowner had kept everything that had heard and Marek thrown out of the house. “You still have relatives, go to them!“He said and even knew where the farm was.
The relatives were happy to have one Sister his Mother And her husband, not picking him up, he was only a mouth more to feed through. And that was not easy to make endsight in these difficult times anyway.
A long war had just come to an end and now the mercenaries, which nobody now needed, was pulling through the country.
So someone in the stable always had to sleep with the few remaining animals that could raise the alarm when it was necessary, and the other servants had this task with the threat of beating it out if he was supposed to reject it.
Now he was lying on a hard dirty mat on the stable floor and frozen, the thin blanket that he had been thrown at it hardly warmed him, which is why he found little sleep and upright upright to see the animals.
He had to be nodding briefly, it was already well after midnight, suddenly he was shouting up. A sound. He was sure to have heard something.
He got up quietly and crept over to the animal boxes in the dark. A little stretching, he tried to look over the wooden fence that the Animals separated from each other, but it was too high. So he sneaked quietly to the openings of the individual compartments, which were closed with slats. In the first compartment everything was fine, so he continued to the second.
The blood frozen in the veins when it was in the dim light that was in the stable that only a small oil lamp at the entrance gate, three men saw in the compartment that were just about to get rid of a cow.
Marek couldn’t see much, but they seemed to be quite big, dark -haired and two had dense bushy beards, a long and shaggy, a carefully trimmed with dense, smoothly combed murmurzer, the third, which was probably also the youngest, was wearing a triangularcut chin beard and was otherwise smooth -shaped.
Everyone was slim and moved almost silently.
Then it happened, Marek stepped onto a wooden one that lay on the floor and broke, with an insanely loud bang with one, as Marek seemed, Marek seemed.
Immediately the three men drove around and one jumped towards Marek, who had no time to react somehow. The man grabbed him on one hand and tore him off his feet. As soon as Marek was lying on the floor, was already there and grabbed his hair, tore his head up and put Marek on the mouth of a large, dirty and cow -smelling hand.
“When you scream or defend yourself, I kill you, that’s clear?“The man growled him with a strong accent.
Marek nodded slightly.
The third man reached for his other arm and he was lifted up.
There was a small table on the stable wall, and Marek often ate the little one was given to him.
He was brought there and pressed onto the table with his back. The men talked quietly in a foreign language that Marek had never heard of, fast, hard syllables with many vowels, while the youngest handed him on his chest and held him on the table.
Then everyone was silent and looked at Marek. It was broken in the stomach, short pictures of terrible types of death and terrible torment.
But somehow he suddenly realized that he wasn’t really afraid. Inside he was almost very quiet.
Despite the strange situation in which he was in, he realized that he even felt comfortable.
The oldest of the three, which with the trimmed full beard, made Marek intensely, looked deep into his eyes. Deep black eyes lower in Marek’s dark gray.
Then the bearded nodded and grabbed Marek on the waistband with both hands.
A short jerk, and the thin band that had held the holey linen trousers. The man pulled his pants down to Mareks, then reached under his knees and rushed onto his shoulders with one hand with the lower legs bound by the pants.
Marek twitched it. He had imagined something like that in his most secret fantasies when he was alone in the Kate at home and the father was working. In doing so, he had put a hand in his pants and his styles tail blown, then in a hurry under his eggs and sprayed his seed onto the dining table, where he quickly started to seep away in the rough wood, so that Marek always hurried to get a cloth and the table too dry.
When the father came home, Marek hoped that the table would have dried. Once that hadn’t worked, his father had seen the stains and looked at Marek strangely, but said nothing.
But this was not a imagination, this was real. He could see the men, smelled their stinging sweat, the smell mingled with the stable scents, felt their hard, weak hands that held him tight.
The dark -haired nested one hand on his pants and finally slid down on his legs on his legs.
He looked Marek deep in the eyes, spat vigorously in his hand, then Marek felt strong pressure. “Relax,” whispered the man and pushed too.
Marek sucked the breath like a breath. What pain, it burned like liquid fire. “Will better,” the man promised, and so it was too. The man moved gently and then faster, after all, he rammed himself in Marek with full strength.
The pain changed, became a wonderful feeling, so that Marek groaned out loud. A hand was quickly put on his mouth. It was the youngest, the smooth -shaped. Marek looked over at him and noticed that the boy had taken his cock out of his pants.
He was flexibly almost horizontal, the dark shiny tip only a few centimeters in front of Marek’s face. The boy noticed that Marek looked at him, smiled and took the hand of Marek’s mouth. Instead, he pushed his hips a little more forward, so that the tip of the tail now pushed to Marek’s mouth. Without thinking he opened his mouth and the big tail was pushed into him.
Course showers jaw through Marek, he was glad that nobody touched him on his painfully hard -swollen cock, he knew that he would start right away and he didn’t want to do that yet.
The third had now also got rid of his pants and pressed Marek’s hand out of his cock. Marek immediately grabbed and started the hot rod closed jerk off. He only knew how to do this, after all, he did it with himself, often several times a day.
The bearded now seemed to be so far, he groaned and pulled his cock from Marek. He almost regretted the loss, but now he could see how the man jerked his cock and at the same time to Marek Rieb.
Shortly afterwards Marek felt how hot splashes clapped and began to run down on his thigh. He was getting hotter and tried to jerk off his cock, but the youngest, whose cock had Marek in his mouth, prevented him from doing so smiling. He pushed into Marek’s mouth a few more times, then the smile disappeared and he got a rushed facial expression. Marek felt the cock pulled together in his mouth, then his mouth filled with creamy liquid, more and even more until Marek could no longer different and she swallowed down.
The man groaned once, then pulled the tail out of Marek’s mouth and again Marek felt the feeling of a loss.
But then the third began, whose cock clasped and jerked out to moan quietly. Marek turned the head and could see the first sperm beam that had come loose with pressure and ended up on Marek’s cheek. The next hit his nose. And another and one more.
The last one finally hit the table on which Marek was lying, then the man sank exhausted together.
After a quiet moment, the men pulled their pants up again. The youngest went over to the cow that they were about to get rid of when Marek bothered her. He grabbed the rope and pulled the cow behind him.
Marek also pulled his pants up and tried to knot the torn ribbon back together. Then he wiped his face on his sleeve.
The two men who were still standing next to him looked at each other, then the elder asked the other something, he flinched with his armpits and then nodded.
The oldest turned to Marek and grabbed him under his stomach, raised him up, as if he were not weighing anything and threw him over his shoulder.
“Don’t make a mucks, of course? Otherwise I’ll tear your head off, ”Marek was growled,“ we’ll take you with you.”
They left the stable quietly, the cow trotted behind them and disappeared into the forest.
Marek was tortured by ambiguous feelings. On the one hand, he felt committed to his relatives, who had never really treated him, on the other hand, on the other hand, he somehow felt very attracted to the man, whose shoulder he dangled now. He could feel his strong muscles in the back of how they moved smoothly under the dark skin, and he smelled so stimulating, Marek felt, which was already stirring in his pants.
The man also seemed to feel that, he grinned Marek and gently stroked his back.”I am Jokmon,” he whispered in his ear, “if you want, stay with us forever, my brothers have nothing against it, I have already asked Baobdil and our youngest, Jeharmon, you got it so well, you got itCertainly also on your side.”
Jokmon put him back on his own feet. The other two also stopped and looked at Jokmon questioningly.
He grinned at her, said a few words and pointed to Marek’s pants. He turned aside, but the brothers only laughed and nodded. They took their way back and Marek followed them at some distance. Although he was still struggling with himself, he didn’t want to leave his usual life, but what did he offer him? At the first opportunity, he was certain that the relatives would hunt him from court, and what then? He also didn’t know what was expecting him now, but he trusted Jokmon, without which he could say why.
After walking through the forest for a long time, slowly turned out of the night black, which surrounded an ever brighter gray that approached tomorrow, they reached a larger clearance.
On that were three wooden covered wagons. The draft animals, four horses and two mules grazed at some distance. “Traveler!“Marek shot through his head. He had heard a lot of horror stories of them, but he had never seen any.
He took all of his courage and suppressed the fear deliberately. None of the three brothers had seemed hostile to him.
They approached the car and the youngest, Jeharmon, pushed out a short whistle. Immediately a door opened in the car that was closest to them and three young women appeared, all in colorful, wide skirts and blouses, which clearly brought their good figures into their own.
Each ran towards one of the three men and you greeted yourself briefly with a kiss on your lips. Then the women turned and ran between the cars where they got a fire back in motion that had flatened there the night there to herself the night. One of the three, the red -haired, the other two were dark, like the men, fetched a large jug that hung over the fire and briefly pulled through the scent of coffee the small clearing. Marek had never drunk coffee before, but he had already smelled when he had done any work with her landowner.
Jokmon waved him up and introduced the three women: Leala, who belonged to Boabdil, Jearmon’s wife Annaka and his own, red -haired Katharina.
The women smiled at Marek shyly, but said nothing and so he just nodded and sat next to Jokmon, who pushed a hot sheet metal cup into his hand with a little coffee.
In her own language, the Boabdil, probably about the events of the night, said Marek, who did not understand a word.
So he had time to patter the narrator. Somewhat smaller than his big one Brother He was Jokmon, but a little more stocky. Where Jokmon had only flat abdominal muscles, a tummy arched up at Boabdil, which he stood well, as Marek found. All three brothers had the same dark eyes under bushy black brows, striking, almost triangular -cut faces, everyone looked pretty good, but Boabdil stabbed something out.
A fine scar divided his face from his forehead over the back of the nose, the upper and lower lip to the chin, where it disappeared under his full beard, almost in half. The scar was so thin that she hadn’t noticed Marek in the half -dark in the barn, but now, in full daylight, she stabbed her directly in the eye, strangely without bobdil, somehow she made it interesting.
Finally the coffee was drunk and Jokmon shook people. He grabbed Marek on his arm and pulled him to one of the three cars: “We are now driving on now. I think I can trust you, but until I am quite sure, you will stay in this car while we drive?”
Marek reluctantly nodded and climbed into the car in the pile of clothes and dried meat on the wall, it seemed to be the provisional car.
Jokmon pointed to one of the piles. “There is a bed underneath if you want to sleep something. You must be tired.“Marek nodded and already the pile of clothes aside. He lay down on the rough mattress and Jokmon spread a soft blanket over him, turned around, murmured: “Sleep well!“And closed the door behind him.
The turn of the key in the castle no longer heard Marek.
He woke up again briefly when he felt the car set in motion, but swinging on an uneven surface soon let him nod again.
Jokmon opened the door when they stopped in a clearing in the dense forest against the late afternoon. He saw Marek rolled up under the ceiling. A strand of his blond hair had loosened from the leather strap that had kept the hair together and had fallen over the face of him. He seemed to dream, he smiled.
Jokmon smiled too. He liked him, the young man they had brought with them. He entered the car and cut off his clothes. He carefully lifted the ceiling and slipped to Marek underneath.
Marek grawed, murmured something and pressed his back on Jokmon’s stomach. Jokmon sighed and pressed the man itself. He felt his cock quickly filled with blood and straightened up. The top pressed on Marek’s butt.
Jokmon had actually wanted to speak to Marek before he brought him back to him, but now he couldn’t hold back. He moistened his hard cock, pressed him against Marek and felt how he relaxed. The Schelm, thought Jokmon, was awake and knows what happens here. Marek was already turning the head and laughing Jokmon, who had to grin back.
He let his hand hike on Marek’s belly and finally felt the hardness between Marek’s thighs.
Now Jokmon entered Marek, both sighed at the same time. Marek didn’t find it as painful as yesterday the first time and the pain also passed quickly.
Jokmon quickly found his rhythm and Marek learned to keep against it. Her pleasure was louder and louder until Jokmon Marek finally kept his mouth.
“Psst, the others don’t need to hear that,” he whispered. Marek grinned and pressed his pelvis with a jerk against Jokmon, who groaned. “Stop slowly, oh, oh, oh no, now come.“He groaned and rammed himself like crazy in the Marek, who immediately wanted to take his own cock in his hand and jerk off. But Jokmon grabbed his wrist and captured it like a vice.
While he poured himself out in Marek and panting, japping noises that Marek excited more and more, he did not let go of the wrist.
Finally he had spent, felt his sweat ran and mingled with Mareks on his back.
Then something strange happened. He reached into his jacket lying on the floor and promoted a white porcelain clamp.
“Pure here!”He ordered Marek. He looked incredulously, but Jokmon just held his jug in front of the now dark red glans and moved with his other hand, which was still clutching Marek’s wrist, Marek’s hand, which was forced to jerk off and since Marek was absolutely excited anyway of the situation andThe hot body of Jokmons, who was still behind him and his cock, still almost very hard, still stuck in Marek and the smell of Jokmon’s sweat also made him incredibly cool, so it didn’t take long, so Marek felt hisGuarded gathered, felt the lustful pulling in his loins and pumped his juice so quickly that the first beam went past the porcelain clamp, whereupon jokmon it pressed directly onto his glans. The cold of the material also stimulated Marek and with oppressed screams, pump beam around pump beam filled the jug.
They sank back and enjoy the proximity of the other for a while.
Finally Jokmon got up and got dressed, grabbed the jug and left the car, ignoring the car’s questioning look. He did not conclude the door, but closed it. Marek got up and put on his things again, who had been lying around in front of the bed.
He opened the car door and found himself in the middle of dark trees on a forest clearing. The cars stood in the triangle with a fire in the middle.
That seemed to be the usual structure. Five of the six residents sat around the fire and everyone had a plate in their hands. Jeharmon saw Marek first and waved him over. One of the two black -haired women, Marek she couldn’t tell her apart, gave him a plate on which there was a large piece of meat and some roots.
Marek noticed how hungry he was and tied down the food greedily.
The red -haired Katharina was missing, as he noticed, but he did not thaw himself. After a while she came out of one of the cars, smiled strangely, but sat down in silence. She also got a plate and started eating.
Again they talked in their language, so that Marek simply let her eyes wander and looked at the big old trees under which they raced.
At some point it was noticed that Marek was absent and the conversation was suddenly continued in Marek’s language. The women wanted to know about Marek’s life and so he told them his story.
The women were interested in every detail, especially they wanted to know how other women lived and whether he already had children. When Marek said no and admitted that she had never had a friend, she giggled and looked at each other. Marek frowned her eyebrows, but since there seemed to be no explanation, he flinched with his armpits and began to listen to the men who were probably planning a raid again. They had apparently already recognized Marek as a group member because he learned every detail of the new raid, but Jokmon also explained to him that he would not be there while the men were not there in the car.
Marek didn’t care, somehow he felt a little at home in the car.
Later at some point Boabdil came to him and asked him to accompany him on a walk. Had Marek turned over when he left the clearing with Boabdil, he could have seen that the others were looking, everyone had a grin on the face, the women as well as the men.
Boabdil led Marek deeper into the forest. Slowly the sun approached the horizon and the first fog rose out of the moist, moss -frozen surface.
Finally Boabdil stopped and turned to Marek, who had taken two steps behind him. Without warning he grabbed Marek’s head and kissed him.
Marek was terrified, then overwhelmed. Boabdil grabbed Marek’s hand and pressed her on her pants. Marek felt how the cock was hard behind the fabric and wanted to. He smiled and without shyness he opened Boabdil’s pants.
The hard cock swung out and Maerk reached for it. When he pushed the foreskin back, a large, shiny drops loosened and fell into the moss on which they were standing. Marek puts his lips over the thick tip, as he had already done with Jeharmon. Boabdil groaned and presses all his cock with a jerk in Marek’s mouth.
When the back of the back, Marek had to suppress a gagging, but he succeeded and quickly forgot that when Boabdil followed further bumps. Marek had just brought his own cock out of his pants when Boabdil had further movements with an energetic hand movement and a strict: “No!“Prohibition.
So he kept his hand still, even if it was difficult for him. Boabdil pushed over and over again and Marek licked his cock around. Then Boabdil pulled his cock out of Marek’s mouth and began to jerk off.
After a few up and down movements, he gasped and shouted: “Yes, yes, yes Jaaaaa, now it comes, look exactly, ahhhhhh ….“His cock contracted and a thick fontaine shot out of him, hit a tree trunk and then slowly flowed down onto the forest floor. Boabdil’s hands were over and full with sperm because it jerked himself very high up on the shaft, so that most of the sperm was not shot down, but was distributed and then dripped onto the floor by his hand. It looked so cool and Marek looked in Boabdil’s face. He made a waiting hand movement and pulled the white porcelain clamp out of his jacket pocket, in which Jokmon Marek’s sperm had already brought out sperm.
Marek was amazed but now it didn’t matter, he was just horny, and when Boabdil gave him the jug, he only needed a few wanking movements, and gush around gush poured into the jug.
Exhausted he sank together and Boabdil took his jug off him. “Come on, we have to go back,” said and pulled Marek up.
Marek quickly straightened his pants, then we went back to the camp, where Boabdil quickly disappeared into a car. The others had already withdrawn.
So Marek went into the car when he had spent the day when Jokmon was already waiting for him to join him. He fell into his camp tired and fell asleep almost immediately.
The next morning he woke up when someone opened the door to his car.
It was Jeharmon who got him for breakfast.
The day went like the last, in the evening, when she was standing, Jokmon came back to him again and Marek was found again like the day before, while Jokmon was in him and fucked his soul from his bodyto jerk off, again he had to inject his sperm into the already known jug made of white porcelain, and again Jokmon disappeared, shortly after Marek was finished. Marek was disappointed, he had wished that Jokmon would take more time for him today.
He was woken up in the middle of the night, and now it was Jearmon who put his long cock in his mouth without saying and Marek sucked and sucked as if obsessed. Also this time he was not allowed to inject, but also Jeharmon stretched his jug and, after he had swallowed every drop of Jearmon’s horny juice, poured into the jug and joined Jearmon.
So it went for a long time.
Every day one came in the car, sometimes two of the brothers to Marek. They always wanted that he jerked into the jug, which he liked to do for them, because they did everything to make it really hot beforehand. However, Marek found it stranger from time to time. But whenever he wanted to address the topic when eating or on the other hand, the topic of conversation was quickly changed or it was ignored.
Until the day, about two months later.
Then he was called to the fire. He had just sat next to Jokmon when he grabbed his hands and beamed at him: “Katharina is pregnant, finally!“Marek congratulated him, but didn’t know what that should have to do with him. “Yes, you don’t understand? We now live with the women for almost six years and none has ever been pregnant. In all likelihood, we three are unable to testify children.
That’s why we let you spray in the jug, our women then introduced themselves. Now you are your child’s father. You are now really part of the family!”
He hugged Marek and pressed him very tightly. Marek hadn’t expected that now.
He was shocked, but somehow felt honored. Was unsure, but Jokmon only pressed him and seemed overjoyed.
Boabdil and Jearmon also congratulated him and asked him to continue to continue in order to be able to pregnant their women. Marek had the feeling that he was actually exploited And somehow raped would have to appear, but he also had the feeling that they meant honestly with him and really wanted to have him with him. So he agreed, whereupon general jooses were tuned.
Boabdil brought a bottle of schnapps and so it was a lavish night. When Marek wavered in his car very late, he was happy and felt at home.
In the near future, the other two women were actually pregnant, both almost simultaneously. And so it happened that some time later three children ran around with blonde hair, all of which were almost the same age.
And since the three brothers Marek still visited almost every day in his car, which was no longer closed, it shouldn’t be the last.
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