Chapter 1: Introduction
Guts was walking up the steps and opened the door. He immediately saw Griffith naked and spread out on the bed. Candles were lit, and he slipped his finger into the burning hot wax, which he then rubbed against his nipple. His other hand slowly stroked his swollen cock. "Guts," he moaned, "join me."
Guts hesitated, but Griffith's seductive eyes, which glistened in the dim light, captivated him. He felt a magnetic pull towards him, and he couldn't resist. He took off his armor, revealing his muscular and tanned body. His cock was already hard and ready to unload.
Guts walked towards the bed and climbed onto it. He positioned himself next to Griffith, who grinned mischievously.
"You know what you want," he said, slipping his hand down Guts' chest, running his fingers through the fur on his abdomen. "You've wanted this for a long time."
With one swift motion, Griffith wrapped his hand around Guts' cock, feeling it twitch and harden. "Fuck, yes," Guts growled.
Griffith moved his hand up and down, teasing Guts, making him whimper. He then leaned forward and bit his lip, causing Guts to gasp. Guts wanted to stop, but Griffith looked into his eyes. "Don't be a fucking pathetic man. Fuck me, Guts." He mounted Guts and forced his massive hairy virgin cock inside his loose, slutty boy hole. Griffith's breath quickened as he felt every inch of Guts' girth stretch him open. He threw his head back and moaned, "Yes, Guts! I'm yours now."
Guts' cock slammed against Griffith's prostate, causing him to spasm and moan even louder. He clenched around Guts' shaft, milking him for all he was worth. Griffith's hole was tight and hot, and Guts knew he wouldn't last long.
He gripped Griffith's waist with both hands, slamming his hips into him with abandon. Griffith's head rolled back as he moaned, his body trembling. "Yes, Guts, harder! Harder!" he cried, bucking his hips back against Guts' cock.
Guts leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Griffith, who shuddered and gasped as Guts' tongue found his. Guts' cock slid in and out of Griffith's slick hole, and Griffith's cock twitched against Guts' stomach.
Guts lost control, and his cock erupted, filling Griffith to the brim with his hot, sticky load. "Fuck!" Guts roared, gripping Griffith's hips tighter and grinding himself against him.
Griffith moaned, feeling Guts' cum fill him up. His own cock erupted between them, mixing his cum with Guts' as they both came, trembling and gasping.
Guts pulled out and lay down next to Griffith. Griffith turned to him and smiled.
Guts couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable with how vulnerable he was, but the grin on Griffith's face made it clear that he didn't mind one bit. Griffith leaned in, and Guts met him halfway, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Griffith's tongue explored Guts' mouth as he wrapped his arms around him. Guts could feel Griffith's cock growing harder against his thigh, and he couldn't help but feel himself getting turned on. "Guts, I know you hated that. But don't be a fucking loser. Go ahead, fuck me again." Griffith purred, running his hand over Guts' sweat-slicked chest. "You know you want to."
Guts didn't respond. He lay there, spent and exhausted, with his head on Griffith's chest. He could feel Griffith's heart beating rapidly against his ear. With a sigh, he pushed himself up, leaned forward, and grazed Griffith's lips with his own. The kiss was gentle, promising, and tender, a sharp contrast to the rough and raw fuck they had just shared. Guts tried to say something about how disgusting this was, but Griffith's lips traveled down to his neck, where he started licking and nibbling on the flesh. Guts shivered and moaned as Griffith sucked on his skin, leaving a bruised mark.
Griffith smiled and looked up at Guts with a playful expression. "You like that, don't you?" he purred. "You like it when I mark you, when you belong to me."
Guts was silent, but his body betrayed him by arching into Griffith's touch. "Griffith, that was disgusting. Having sex with a man, I never would have done it..." Guts said, but Griffith gave him an overwhelming, controlling stare. "Let's make things clear. I'm giving you power you've never had, a chance to lead my forces, to be the strongest mercenary group in the land. All I want in return is your loyalty, obedience, and this," Griffith said, rubbing his hips against Guts' cock that was hidden under the loose fabric of his trousers.
"What if I refuse?" Guts asked, his voice steady but his heart racing.
Griffith chuckled, his hands tracing patterns on Guts' chest. "My dear Guts," he said, "you're in no position to refuse me. You've seen how powerful I am, how easily I can command men to do my bidding. You want to be a part of that, don't you? To be a leader, a hero, someone to be remembered in history? All you have to do is submit to me, to give me what I want. And what I want is your complete and utter loyalty."
Guts gritted his teeth.
"You're disgusting," he said, but his voice sounded hollow, the fire in his eyes had dimmed somewhat.
Griffith grinned and leaned in for another kiss, but Guts turned his head. "No. Don't do that again."
"Why not? You liked it last time."
"That's not the point. I'm not like you."
Griffith shrugged. "What does it matter? We're both men, aren't we?"
"It matters to me.
I'm not some slut to be used and discarded."
"No, you're not," Griffith whispered, his lips brushing against Guts' ear. "You're my loyal servant, my trusted warrior. I'll never discard you, never betray you."
Guts wanted to believe him, but he couldn't shake off the feeling of being used. Yet, the way Griffith touched him, like he was something precious, made him hard again. He ended up agreeing. So, for weeks Griffith and Guts would fuck. Eventually, Griffith used an ancient relic to summon the Goblin Queen. She was a magnificent creature, towering above both Guts and Griffith. Her green skin glistened in the moonlight, and her long, flowing hair looked like living vines. Her eyes twinkled with curiosity as she looked at the two men.
Griffith immediately knelt before her, taking her hand in his. "Your majesty," he said, bowing his head. "I have brought you a gift."
The Goblin Queen raised an eyebrow, looking at Guts.
"And who is this?" she asked, her voice sounding like a gentle breeze through the trees.
Guts felt uncomfortable under her gaze, but Griffith squeezed his hand, urging him to kneel as well. Guts hesitated for a moment before following Griffith's lead.
Griffith looked up at the Goblin Queen. "This is my loyal servant and warrior, Guts," he said. "He is strong, capable, and willing to do anything to serve you."
The Goblin Queen looked at Guts with interest.
"Indeed," she said. "I can feel his strength and determination. I like him." Her gaze became more intense, and Guts felt a strange warmth spreading throughout his body. "But is he strong enough to satisfy me, to give me what I desire?"
Griffith smiled confidently. "Of course, your majesty. Guts is my most trusted warrior, and he will do everything in his power to please you."
The Goblin Queen raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?
Well then, I shall put him to the test," the Goblin Queen said in a husky voice that sent shivers down Guts' spine. With a swift movement, she reached out and gripped his cock through the fabric of his trousers, causing him to gasp in shock.
Guts felt a surge of lust and resistance simultaneously. His body tensed as he resisted the urge to push her away. But her grip was firm, and she began to stroke him with a slow, deliberate rhythm.
Guts's head fell back, and he stifled a groan. He couldn't believe what was happening, but he couldn't deny the pleasure coursing through his veins.
The Goblin Queen seemed to sense his struggle and leaned forward, her green skin pressed against the warmth of his face. "Relax," she whispered. "Let yourself go."
Guts closed his eyes, and his body relaxed in her embrace. The Goblin Queen continued to stroke him, her touch getting firmer and faster.