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Thread: The humiliation of Julian (sasha and amol)

Julian had completely forgotten about the dog. Poor King. He liked the dog, though it always did take sides with his father. The boy shifted on the floor, not expecting to be knocked diwn so quickly. I... I'm sorry Sir. He murmured quietly as he stood up, glancing back to King. Sometimes those sniffs didnt seem appropriate. The boy quickly fed the dog and stepped over to his father. Things had gotten very bad since his mother had died Julian wished his father would date. Perhaps then he wouldnt be so aggressive towards the poor weak boy. But for a weak boy Julian did have wide hips, and a nice round ass. He looked a little too feminine. I'm very sorry Sir. His eyes were downcast as he said this. He didnt want to look up in shame ay his father
Thread: The humiliation of Julian (sasha and amol)

Roger ate and with a mouth full of omelet he said, Shut up while I eat! he ate the rest of his breakfast before he turned to his son. You might say you are sorry. But I don't believe you are sorry enough! He grabbed his son's hair and forced him onto his lap with his ass in the air. Roger pulled down Julian's pants exposing his large girly ass. You need to be very sorry for forgetting. And then he slapped Julian's ass with his large hand. You need to learn your place and he slapped him again and again. Roger couldn't help it. His son did after all have a mighty fine ass. He could feel his cock starting to get hard. It had been very long time since he had given such a fine ass a real good spanking. He gave Julian several more slaps as Roger's cock hardened and started to poke his son. He continued until Julian's butt cheeks were all red.
Thread: The humiliation of Julian (sasha and amol)

Julian didn't understand why he was being punished. He was such a good boy normally. Normally he was the top of hia class, and the sweetest boy that moat people had ever met. He was sure that Roger was just looking for excuses to punish him. The man was rough, with everyone. Julian's mom had protected him a little when she was around. But now she was gone. I... I'm really sorry! The boy answered quickly, squirnung as the man held him over his knee. The smacks were brutal to his sweet little ass.
Thread: The humiliation of Julian (sasha and amol)

Roger stopped spanking his son. He rested his hand on the red ass cheeks. Then you remember that when I tell you to do the dishes in the evening then you fucking do them? He stroked the red ass cheeks with his large hand, Your ass looks almost like your mom's. I even think you are the same size. he laughed. I bet you'd look great in one of her thongs. Now that would make my day. his cock was now fully erect. The large 12 inches poked the fabric of his sweat pants and into the stomach of his son. He looked at the red butt, Your mom had some salve she put on her ass when it was sore, maybe you should find it or you won't sit down for a week he grinned, it should be upstairs in the closet next to your mom's underwear. He got Julian off his knee. The spanking had really improved his mood, he was more calm now. He slapped his son's ass before he could gather his pants, Get going. I'm going to read the paper. When you come back down you can make me some coffee. He placed his foot firmly on his son's pants and started to read the paper.
Thread: The humiliation of Julian (sasha and amol)

Julian nodded his head quickly. Yes Sir! I will do the dishes when you ask me to. Any chore when you ask me to. He answered quickly, just wanting this to be over. He could feel his father's cock pressed up against him, but it wasn't until a few seconds later he realized what it was. Not until Roger mentioned Julian's mom. Why did he have to bring her up...? And why like that? The boy's eyes widened a little. I-... He swallowed and licked his lips. That wasn't right. Roger shouldn't be saying things like that to his son. He moved forward to get up and grab his pants, when he realized that his father had stepped on them. The boy looked up to him, but then understood. He scampered up the stairs where he carefully applied the salve, letting out pained little moans as he did so. Damn... This would hurt for a week anyway. He stepped down the stairs and into the kitchen, moving to make the coffee. Roger might notice that the boy had pulled on a pair of his mother's more modest underwear. They would both know it was just an attempt at not being naked, because he wanted to be modest.
Thread: The humiliation of Julian (sasha and amol)

Roger was reading his newspaper when Julian came back down. He didn't look up until after the coffee had been served. He saw that his son was wearing a pair of his mother's panties. He looked at the boy. His cock was still hard from before. But he also knew that he would have to take it easy. What the fuck is that? He pointed at the panties. Do you like to wear girls panties? Roger laughed, So my little sissy boi wants to wear girly underwear. But then he looked more seriously, But I really hate those panties. If you want to be a sissy then don't let me stop you. But I don't want to see anything ugly on you! Get those off and find something that'll make daddy happy.
Thread: The humiliation of Julian (sasha and amol)

Julian swallowed when the man spoke up to him. He thought that his father would be angry about the panties, but he just hadn't wanted to be naked in front of him. Which was clearly what Roger did want. I- I just... He bit his bottom lip and looked down at the panties. They weren't terrible looking. But they weren't slutty. I don't want to be a sissy. I just didn't want to be naked. And you wouldn't give me my pants back. He answered softly, looking up at his father in a concerned manner. From what the man was saying, he could tell just what Roger's mind was going to.
Thread: The humiliation of Julian (sasha and amol)

He laughed at his son, It's not what you want sissy son. It's what you are. So you took your mothers underwear in stead of going to your own room to find your own? Why did you wear your mother's underwear sissy? Were you trying to make daddy happy? Then you need to find some other panties sissy. Or did you just want to look like a girly? Then you also need to find some other panties. then he slapped Julian's butt, But get going. I hate waiting and I hate when you disagree with me. But I do like a nice thong. she said and winked to Julian.
Thread: The humiliation of Julian (sasha and amol)

Julian frowned and looked to the ground as his father spoke to him. None of that was true! He wasn't a sissy. And he'd only gotten this underwear because it was softer. And his ass hurt. But then the man went and slapped it. Aah... He stepped away from Roger and moved up the stairs quickly, grabbing a red thong that he slipped on quikcly as he moved back down the stairs. He didn't say anything yet, just stood there silently. It was almost like he was looking for approval.
Thread: The humiliation of Julian (sasha and amol)

His father looked at him with approval. At least a little approval, but it was more than he'd given his son the last year. He did however frown, Didn't I tell you that I didn't want to see anything ugly on you? Now get rid of all that boy clothes and let me see you. Roger reached down and rubbed his cock through his pants. It felt so big and he was so horny.
Thread: The humiliation of Julian (sasha and amol)

Julian pulled off his shirt slowly at his father's request. The boy was shy and really hadn't done anything with anyone before. So doing it with his father... Well this was new. The boy swallowed and looked down to his chest. His pink little nipples had risen with the cold and he looked up to his father. Like this...? He asked quietly. He was feeling quite shy now.
Thread: The humiliation of Julian (sasha and amol)

Roger smiled, Yes like that. The boy looked good in the red thong. Very girlish. He motioned the boy closer and with the left hand he touched Julian's ass. He let the hand slide over the barely covered flesh and then he took hold of the thong and pulled it up until it was lodged deeply between Julian's butt cheeks. With the right hand he reached up and teased Julian's nipples. First lightly and then he squeezed the nipples hard. Fuck sissy. Your body is too good to pass up. Then he used the fingers of his left hand to run down the butt crack of Julian and when he found his ass he started to slowly tease the outside of the boy's asshole. And you seem to have a tight pussy there sissy. Roger's mind was beyond reasoning. He hadn't fucked anything for months and he always found masturbating below a real man like him. So his sexual frustration was enormous. And now with a sissy in the house, a good looking sissy with a hot ass, he could no longer control himself. He stuck the finger inside Julian's ass.
Thread: The humiliation of Julian (sasha and amol)

Julian did look very girlish. He had wide hips. Wider than his mother's even. And his torso was thin. The poor boy was built for sex, from those hips, to that ass, and those giant pouty lips. He just had no idea that he was. And he never thought that his father would take advantage of him like this. Please... We shouldn't be doing this. He murmured quietly as he pulled his ass away from his father's hand. But then he felt that finger teasing his entrance and he freaked out a little. He began squirming and tried to push away from the man. Please... Don't. But then the man impaled him on his finger. Nnh... Julian leaned forward, arching his back. It only made him look even more erotic than before.
Thread: The humiliation of Julian (sasha and amol)

Roger didn't mind what his son said. His cock was too hard and he had set his mind on fucking this sissy somehow. With his left hand exploring Julian's ass, he took hold of his son's head with his right. He forced the head towards his cock that was still hidden by his pants. Yes sissy. You do have a tight ass. But we'll change that soon enough. But first you need to suck my cock. He smiled down at his sissy daughter, well get it out. It's not going to suck itself.
Thread: 1x1 Wanna play! Play with this mother****er ( Chucky request)

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Thread: 1x1 Wanna play! Play with this mother****er ( Chucky request)

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Thread: Light and Death ((MacaronMaven and EvelynWillows))

Darian had watched the pulsing light off the youth with a detached, air. It wasn't the detachment of one uncaring but of one lifted into another realm of existence simply by being in the presence of pure light. He felt the air flowing into his lungs with each breath, the rhythm of his heart, but if someone were to step in front of him with a sword and thrust him through the middle he would not have given it a care. He felt...a power unlike any he could remember, and the power he felt seemed to come from beyond the boy in the lovely though dented and battle worn armor. When the light subsided he swayed softly, like a drunk man stepping out of the darkened inn. He rubbed his eyes and shook his head softly, regretting the absence of the sensation he had been intoxicated on. Greyhe. You were the only one to report any healing, so you go with Lieutenant Duskweaver. Darian frowned. The boy? Yes. Yes Sir, he said hastily, not wanting to misstep on his first day with the band of knights. He wasn't sure if there was something he was supposed to do, so he simply walked over to the diminutive knight and stood off to the side a bit as the others were partitioned off. The youth's title didn't mean anything to the prior farmer to him anyone in armor was 'Sir', and anyone who glowed like the boy had was someone that he doubted he should cross.
Thread: Light and Death ((MacaronMaven and EvelynWillows))

Norisel raised her hand in polite greeting and smiled at him, even if she knew that he couldn't see. As much as she wished that she could lead him to his tent to rest after what must have been a long march, the armored woman knew that neither of them would have any rest today. She turned and began leading him through the camp. Everywhere they went, soldiers seemed to stand a little straighter or move with more enthusiasm. The pulsing light had stopped, but some of the effect seemed to linger. It spread around them like the light from a single candle. It was only partially intentional. Apathy was spreading like a disease and Norisel knew that without faith, the armies of the Light would fail. If she could help strengthen that faith, even briefly, she would do so gladly. I wish I could give you more time to become acclimated to the camp, but... We need more healers, badly. We had a... Skirmish, I suppose you could call it, last night. She shivered. The knight had a delicate accent, very faint but still present in the soft way she pronounced her consonants. Where are you from? And I must ask now, how much healing have you done so far? They were approaching a set of three large, pavilion-style tents. The ground was mucky with blood and filth of all kinds, but the air smelled more of smoke and charred meat. The tents and everything near them were dusted gray with ash. Great columns of smoke rose from behind the structures, and Norisel paused to stare at them for a moment. The pyres were hidden from view, but she knew exactly how many bodies were burning there. Though the massive bonfire piles seemed disrespectful at first, all it took was one calling before she changed her mind. Better to burn the dead to nameless ash than have them butchering the living.
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I'm the last from the Greywoods, Darian replied. My family settled there six generations ago. He surveyed the camp, noting the almost helpless looks in some of the soldiers' eyes. He sighed at the lieutenant's question about healing. I don't mean to disappoint you Sir, but I don't have much experience. Mostly it's luck finding clean water, stopping people from bleeding to death or helping them to breath after breaking ribs...nothing of much talent personally. I'm willing to do whatever is needed, though. He eyed the smaller knight critically. If you don't mind me asking, how long have you been fighting? Aren't you a little...young...to be in the thick of battle? He squinted into the bright light of the soon-to-be setting sun. He saw the long plumes of smoke and knew that the necessary was being done people were being laid to rest with fire so that they would not rise up and kill the next day. It was unfortunate that the smell of roasting flesh didn't discriminate between man and beast. The aroma of the pyres were intoxicating to a man who had not eaten in many days, and his stomach rumbled it's protest at remaining empty. Darian leaned on the staff he carried and adjusted his axe. The staff was more a tool than anything, but he found that it had been more than useful on a few occasions when he felt the light-headed rush of exhaustion. One of the men traveling with Darian had muttered that the gods must have been laughing at them, not allowing them to sleep in life or in death. That man had died several days back, and he had been set to rest in the fire that same night. Darian wondered if he was resting now.
Thread: Light and Death ((MacaronMaven and EvelynWillows))

Norisel chuckled at his question. Being called sir was rather normal, particularly after the promotion, but it was only the new soldiers that mistook her for a child. She removed her helmet and balanced it on her hip. Long, pale-gold hair tumbled over her collar, tied back from a delicate face by a red silk ribbon. Her eyes were a remarkable grass green and seemed nearly luminous in the dimming light. They canted up slightly at the outer corners, making them look even larger and more exotic. Though pale from exertion, her skin was smooth and clean, something most soldiers around them couldn't claim. Her small stature was explained when she pushed her hair back and uncovered a pair of long and pointed ears adorned with bars made of pearl and jade. The Children of the Sun were a breed of elf so heavily influenced by humans, the two races were nearly identical. Norisel bore the small frame, fine bone-structure, and pointed ears of her people. Though an old race, they had a life-span only slightly longer than Man. In ideal circumstances, a Sun-elf might live to be a hundred, but circumstances were far from ideal. I think that I am older than you, Greyhe of the Greywoods. She said, her soft accent more noticeable. She smiled and rested a hand on his arm. I have been fighting the Armies for a year with this group. I was a healer for the great cities in the south before that. I am in my thirtieth year under the sun. Your eyes will lie to you, the world is not what it seems anymore. She gave him a sympathetic smile and returned her helm to her head. The motion was smooth and well practiced. Your healing talents will be enough, for now. Have faith, and they will grow.
Thread: Light and Death ((MacaronMaven and EvelynWillows))

He felt the flush of embarrassment wash over him when the knight revealed herself as a woman...and a Child of the Sun as well! He nearly stammered an I'm sorry, but he could see that she seemed merely amused and not insulted by his misinterpretation of who she was. I, ah... Lieutenant Duskweaver, I'll try to do my best to help. What you did earlier, that glowing thing that reached everyone around you? That would never be in my reach. I can see now why you were chosen by the Powers to wield such a gift. He was a clod of dirt compared to her. Not only was she a Child of the Sun, but she was stunning despite her exhaustion and her battle weariness. Her golden hair and her perfectly unflawed, pale skin surrounding those large, tilted eyes were enough to unnerve a man in the best of conditions. For Darius, an unsoiled man in his mid twenties, the appearance of such a lovely specimen in the midst of the carnage and chaos of a battle field was enough to send conflicting emotions surging throughout his body. He glanced away as she donned her helm. Where do I start?
Thread: Light and Death ((MacaronMaven and EvelynWillows))

Her head cocked to the side, puzzlement evident in the gesture even with her face covered. You saw the light? That... is unusual. And promising. Most people only feel the warmth. She beckoned him into one of the huge pavilion tents. That you could see the glow at all speaks very well of your latent skills. Most healing is instinctive, but some of the more powerful spells take training. It should encourage you to know that I started with less ability than you before I began formal instruction. Inside the tent, a guard offered them steaming clay bowls of a thin but savory-smelling stew. Norisel refused politely, but accepted a mug of herbal tea. She stood for a few moments in silence, sipping and looking at the contents of the pavilion. The cavernous space was filled with cots, each holding a wounded soldier. Aisles were also cluttered with bedrolls and some of the less seriously injured rested on the floor. It was more quiet than a person would think, but occasionally a groan or whimper would reach them. Haggard looking men and women in the robes of priests moved through the beds, offering what help they could give. Occasionally a flicker of warm light would spark out, but the healers seemed to be sticking to more conventional methods. Sister Duskweaver. A man in fine silk robes, stained with blood and worse things, approached and took a mug for himself. Like Norisel he bore the long ears and green eyes of a sun-elf, but he was taller than her by several inches and had the beginnings of wrinkles on his forehead. Other Children of the Sun were evident, both as healers and as wounded. I hope you are here to help. I've lost two healers to exhaustion today. Idiots burn too quickly and take up beds that the bleeders need... The man continued to grumble even as he gulped down a bowl of stew. He didn't even seem to take more than a cursory glance at Darian. We are here to help, Sir. Brother Greyhe has just arrived, I was hoping to have him fed before we began his training. She didn't seem put off by the man's gruff behavior. Perhaps his mood was understandable, given the conditions.
Thread: Light and Death ((MacaronMaven and EvelynWillows))

Darian accepted the broth with a heartfelt 'thank you' and began to drink it in slow sips. The made a soft purr of contentment as his empty stomach welcomed the thin sustenance. I don't think I can afford instruction, he said in answer to the lieutenant's statement. I'm just here to help. I can't run away while innocents are being murdered by these evil flesh puppets. He looked around as he finished his cup, and then handed the mug back to the guard who was serving the soup. He was amazed to see another Child of the Sun so soon. He had only seen a few in his life, and most were from far away or else they had been transformed to these dead armies. He looked over at Lieutenant Duskweaver when she introduced him as 'Brother' Greyhe. I'm just Darian, he protested gently, I'm...I'm not a priest. I was a farmer before this. That's all. He looked over at the other Children of the Sun. But I'll do whatever is needed. I'm not afraid of hard and dirty work.
Thread: Light and Death ((MacaronMaven and EvelynWillows))

I won't have you bumbling around like an idiot and killing good soldiers with incompetence. The grim priest said as he dropped his bowl in a bucket of similar dirty dishes. You train with the sister, you learn, and you work. Without any further comment, the man stalked off down the rows, barking orders as he went. We are all children of the Light. Brothers and sisters all. Norisel said softly. She discarded her mug as well before walking towards the cots. As she went, she took off her armored gauntlets and began flexing her fingers through a series of limbering exercises. The light was beginning to pulse off her again, though it was directed at the many injured around them. It's faith that heals. Use what you have. Sometimes it helps to pray, or sing. I knew a man that used dirty limericks. For now, just try. We will walk from this column to the other wall, and gauge your progress at the end. She placed her hands on the shoulder of the first man she came to. There was a second, perhaps two, or nothing before an intense light burned from her hands and onto the injured man's body. He gasped out his thanks weakly before falling into an old child's prayer while the small knight moved on. She did not stop at every bed, but favored the most gravely injured. At one cot, a quarter of the way down, she stopped abruptly and stared at a horribly wounded unconscious man. Darian, get behind me. She never raised her voice but her tone brooked no argument. The injured soldier's skin was gray with blood loss, but the arteries stood out stark red. As they watched, the red was gradually overtaken by a creeping shade of sickly green-brown. Norisel took her mace from it's hook on her belt and waited. She was very grateful for her helmet now. She hated when the recruits saw her crying. The man shuddered and died, only laying still for a fraction of a heartbeat before Norisel's weapon came down and smashed it's head to a fetid pulp.
Thread: Light and Death ((MacaronMaven and EvelynWillows))

Wait, Darian said as he followed Norisel towards the cots. I get to train, with...you? And what do you mean that we will walk? I mean...just walk? He looked at the cots of injured and dying and his heart ached for them. I can't do what you do. I clean wounds and bind them, I sew flesh together and set broken bones. You're...you're special. You're blessed. His grey eyes searched hers desperately, trying to make sense of the idea of simply walking and praying and healing without contact. I'm sorry, Lieutenant Duskweaver. I don't think I'm what you're looking for. I think I'd just waste your time.