“Grune Fantasy #14”

By RD Rivero

September 9, 2001

 

In the dark, damp dungeons of his secret abode, Grune paced and waited impatiently.  He had sent his son and Shark out to run an errand for him that morning, yet, hours later, he had heard no word, no report on the status of their progress.  He was a bit annoyed and as he grumbled and beat his fists into his palms he wondered:  just how hard is it to capture Liono, anyway?

He turned to the massive, wooden doors- black, curly strands of his mane brushed his eyes, a sly pass of the hand drew the locks back.  The knob clicked and the hinges creaked as the gate opened.  A slant of light poured in from the hall outside.  A figure, masked by shadow, stood in the way- behind it was what appeared to be a sack, a large sack, half-carried, half-dragged, slumped over the ground.  He gave a slight, sheepish grin and the still-unidentified stranger entered.

“You’re late,” Grune said, gruffly.  He stroked his son’s sore arm affectionately, “But you got him!”

“It wasn’t easy,” ThunderWolf said, wiping the sweat off of his brow.  “He was in the Thunder Tank with Panthro.  Shark and I had to demobilize the vehicle, tear it to shreds and wring Panthro’s neck, all without-”

“Without harming him- that must have been very difficult for you.”

The insane lion dragged the burlap sack into the chamber and dropped it in front of a machine that looked as though it had come straight from the Thunderian Middle Ages.  Groaning, light and imperceptible, bellow up, out of the well-packed bag.  Neither Grune nor ThunderWolf noticed.

“At least you got to kill Panthro- he,” he said, pointing to the sack, “is for me to destroy in my own way.”

The two sabertooths laughed maniacally.

The bag was ripped apart with the aid of their sharp claws.  Its dubious content, the half-naked Lord of the Thundercats, spewed forth, dirtied and battered like yesterday’s laundry.  Liono was still passed out, due in no small part to the beating he had suffered at the hands of his superior enemy.  ThunderWolf looked down and smiled at his handiwork, Grune, too, was pleased.

They picked up the unresponsive prisoner, each grabbing a shoulder and hoisted him onto the device’s iron framework, securing him in its shackles.  The flat platform could be rotated from the horizontal to the vertical.  The macabre invention had the shape of a rectangle with longer sides that could be lengthened or shrunken to the torturer’s delight.  Included amidst the gears and pulleys was a plug for a power-outlet that provided other, gruesome effects- but the one-time Thundercat had different ideas, different plans in store for his slave.

Liono’s claw-shield was removed- Grune ran his eager fingers teasingly up and down the flesh on the thigh he had just exposed.  The lion-cub’s six-inch letter opener was confiscated.  Despite the younger lion’s desire to crumple it in his hands, the older lion had another idea, for later of course and so he stuffed it under the machine.

“I have to go,” ThunderWolf hugged his father good-bye.  “Shark and I are going to a picnic.”

Grune nodded and with a slight grunt watched as his son vanished through the open doorway.

The sabertooth swiveled the metal platform until it was vertical.

Face to face, he stood before the lion- the cub was waking.  Quickly, he removed the youth’s shirt, tearing the blue outfit free with his hands.  He moaned as he saw the shapely form of his foe exposed- he could feel his cock unwind between his legs in anxious anticipation.

He took off his own leather shirt to let his developed musculature hang free.  Crouching a little, he rubbed his chest up and down the youngster’s, their fury flesh meeting, touching, their body’s heat penetrating, stifling- he rolled his eyes as his dick throbbed and inflated.  His body shivered in the pangs of that intense, masculine pleasure- overcome by his penile contractions, he was driven by the urge for more and more of that stimulation.

He groped Liono’s pecs and squeezed his soft nipples.  His shaft throbbed and the tent it formed in his shorts was quite pronounced.  He loosened his loincloth to give his well-hung man-meat a little more room to expand- he poked his cock onto the Thundercat lord’s crotch and gave his hardening teats a tight pinch.

“Ahhh!” the prisoner screamed as the searing pain shocked his brain back to life.

“Shut up!” Grune slapped the bare cheeks of his face, back and forth, until they turned red beneath their short tuft of fur.  Satisfied, he pressed his body onto the youth’s as if in a deep embrace- he licked Liono’s face with his rough tongue and, as the fire in his cock raged, he rubbed his crotch against the lion-cub’s and pulled his red mane at the same time.

The Lord of the Thundercats was holding back the tears of pain- he did not want to look weak in front of his enemy.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked, biting his lip, holding back the drops of wetness from his eyes.

Enraged, the older lion clutched his throat and made him choke.  “You are the only link I have to Jagga the Liar and by humiliating you, his progeny, I humiliate him.”

He let go of the younger lion’s neck and returned to his business of domination.

Grune could feel Liono’s body tense at the wake and ebb of his violent hair-tugging and skin-pinching.  He could hear his pent-up exertions as the pain coursed through his hot, young body.  He laughed at the effect and pulled out of his bear hug just as the sense of the inevitability of his climaxing made his legs quiver and his hips buck.

Standing before his prisoner, he waited for his heartbeat to settle and his breathe to return to normal.  He did not want to spill his seed so soon, so quickly.  He dropped to his knees and continued to examine the youngster’s body.  He kissed the dimpled line that divided the lion-cub’s left and right, square breasts.  He licked the erect nipples that poked out of those plump, muscular bulges- he bit into the sensitive flesh until his tongue tasted blood and his ears rang with a high-pitched scream.

The kind of scream only a woman would make, he joked.

Grune examined the Thunderian’s lower abdomen.  He dug his head into the lion-cub’s stomach, lowering and lowering his face to make contact at last with the youth’s balls.  With one hand he cupped the smooth, supple sac through the blue shorts that separated their flesh from one another.  With his free hand he tried to find his dick but a slight throb was the only thing he could sense.

Angered, he tore the remainder of Liono’s uniform.  He lowered the ruffled loincloth that he had uncovered and tucked the material beneath the prisoner’s balls.  The young, recently developed male parts hung out loose, flesh silky softy, scarcely covered with pubic hair.  He cupped the round, firm stones that had only recently descended- he brought his lips close to that mass of rippled muscles and lapped it with the darting of his tongue.  He sniffed it and, taking in its musky scent, with his free hand he rubbed the head of his own cock, flaming, as it was, beneath his covers.

The youngster’s dick was not as small as rumors hag guessed but at a meager three inches it was not very impressive.

“Awww,” the sabertooth cooed, mildly amused at the curled-up piece of flesh.  “It looks so cute I could eat it!”  He lay it in the small of his palm, the whole thing fit neatly into that depression in his hands just beneath his thumb.  Very slowly and deliberately, he passed his other hand over it in a tight, viselike squeeze.

Liono squirmed.  Grune was again amused.

“What’s the matter, cub, only like it when Cheetara fondles it?  What’s wrong with what I’m doing, huh?  Don’t think I know how to handle boy-cock?  I bet she’s real gentle with it, doesn’t want to break it!”  He stood and, seeing the lion’s shaft, still limp and forming bruises, he cupped it again for a moment before he pulled the loincloth back up to cover the cub’s all-too-sensitive balls.

“Smell that,” he said, rubbing his fingers over Liono’s face, “I’ve got your ball-smell all over my hands.  What would Jagga say?  What’s he doing now, you wonder?”  He looked around the dungeon, mockingly.  “I bet he’s got his prick out, jacking it off right now!”  The sabertooth’s laugh was so wicked, so cold that it made even the rocks tremble.  “Can’t you hear it, cub, can’t you hear him rubbing his dick- oh, Grune, Grune, make me cum!”

He slapped Liono and, walking around the device, he placed himself right behind the youngster.

“Now, let’s see what you got back here, cub.”

The Lord of the Thundercats squirmed and tried to resist the unquenchable grip of this restraints.

“What’s the matter, shy now?”  Grune embraced him from behind, firmly pressing his aching shaft right over the lion-cub’s ass.  He let his hands roam about the youth’s chest, stomach and bulging crotch- he let his fingers rest along the youth’s inner-thighs.  “But I’ve already been introduced,” he said, pinching the loose foreskin tip beneath the tightened loincloth.  “Come on, now, oh your ass is just fine, just fine,” he said, grinding and bucking.

“You can torture me all you want-”

“Oh I intend to!”

‘But I won’t tell you anything that could hurt my friends, you won’t squeeze anything out of me.”

“But I will, boy, I will,” he cupped the lion-cub’s balls again, tighter and tighter until he could feel the throb of the blood that rushed through them.  “I will!”

Unable to resist the urge in his own dick head to want to cum, he lowered Liono to a crouching position and stood before the boy, crotch to face.  “Now that’s what a cock’s supposed to look like, cub, feel it.”  He rubbed his tented loincloth around the youth’s face, careful to avoid his mouth.  “I know you want to feel old Gruney’s cock, ever since you fought me that time you’ve wanted to have your hands all over it, didn’t you?  Didn’t you?  I could see it in your eyes.”

He pulled off his covers and stepped back so that the boy could see him in his full glory.  He wrapped his hands around his balls as if to present them- his sac had shrunk, his round stones poked through the dark-brown flesh.  His dick was eight inches hard and two inches across, his purplish head was exposed, his supple foreskin had completely retracted, he had been that aroused by the sight of crouching Liono.  He walked up to the youth and pulled his hair back, thrusting his head back as well.  “You’re about to get a whole eyeful, cub,” he growled.

Grune gripped his free hand around his fleshy helmet and started to rub up and down, letting his foreskin thrash against the underside of his head.  The added sensation drove him wild and the thought that he was about to cum in front of Liono only drew him deeper into unknown realms of carnal pleasure.  He knew then, as he stroked his throbbing meat faster and faster, as he felt his hot seed bubbling in his loins, that that was what it was to be a man.  “I’m going to squirt you, cub!”

Liono looked up to the sabertooth’s face, shocked at the glare that was coming from his eyes, his face contorted into the form of a snarling animal.

“Ahhh!” Grune gasped as he arched his head back, his hold on the lion-cub’s hair waned.  He pointed his hole at the youth’s face and even as he stroked his stone-hard prick, his white cum erupted in a series of long, snakelike streams that splattered on the lord’s face.  “Hahaha,” he laughed as his body shivered and he fell exhausted onto his knees.  “Hahaha!” He smeared his man-juice around Liono’s face until the youth glimmered in the sticky goo.  “Doesn’t it excite you, cub, to know that you’ve been creamed by me?  I bet you’ve never covered Cheetara like this, I bet even WileyKat can drench his sister in cum- and you can’t.”

“If you’re going to kill me, do it now, Grune, you’ll get no more pleasure from me.”  The lion began an impromptu lecture on masculinity and forced sex- the sabertooth was enraged.  He grabbed a leather belt and strapped around the cub’s jaw, claming it shut.

Grune raised Liono to his feet again and again stepped around behind him.  He knelt before his butt and pulled the loincloth completely off.  He slapped the youth’s ass-cheeks until they turned red- then licked them, taking playful bites out of them along the way.  He shoved his fingers into the crack and poked around the clenched hole.  He saw from that vantage Liono’s balls hanging loosely between his spread legs- he reached up and felt around for the youth’s cock- it had begun to stiffen.  No longer a meager three inches, it had gained a fourth inch and its girth, too, had inflated nicely.

He stood and eased his own erection into prisoner-slave’s butt crack until he could feel his foreskin bump unto his tight, little asshole.  “What’s the matter, I thought Panthro would have been tired of ramming you by now.  You’re a man-virgin!”

Liono’s muffled screams could be heard despite the gag around his head.  Grune shoved his manhood deeper and deeper into the lion-cub’s backside and at the same time grabbed his semi-hard cock and began to stroke it.  His grip was tight and his jacking motion was fierce, in tandem to his humping and grinding.  He could feel the youngster’s innards as his dick rubbed against them.

Grune had gotten his abductee into a fully erect state, despite the pain his swift hands were causing.  Red, raw flesh heaved up and down in the pounding rhythm- Liono’s  heart raced, his chest heaved.  The sabertooth, too, was close to cuming- his eyes rolled white in his head, he stopped stroking the lion-cub and just held his prick at its base.  He shoved his own dick deep into his bowels and just seemed to hover there, up in ecstasy, until his rod throbbed, his body shook and his cum all but squirted out of the youth’s ass.

Somehow, feeling his foe erupt in him brought Liono to climax.  Grune could sense the muscles in the cub tightening and, knowing what was about to happen, he quickly dismounted from the lion, reached under the device and pulled out the six-inch blade of the Sword of Omens.  He continued to stroke the prisoner- he saw the sparkling drip of pre-cum ooze from the hole in his dick head and he pounded faster.  Liono gasped, his body tightened so much that his abductor was afraid he might break through the restraints.

Just as the youngster thrust his cock forward, Grune took the blade and with a swift, surgical move cut off Liono’s cock.  Blood poured out like a gusher and intermingled with the red fluid were the bursts of white that shot from the stump.  The Lord of the Thundercats had passed out- the sabertooth slapped him but got no response.

He was angry that the lion would not be awake to feel his own death but he took solace in a job well done.  He looked at the quickly-shriveling cock, the blood had all but drained out of it.  He would have it preserved- then he would have it sewn on Liono’s lips, then he would send the body back to the Thundercats.

Grune left the dungeons, laughing his ass off as his prisoner-slave’s whitening body slumped forward on the device, his death groans inaudible.

 

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