The Conquest - Chapter Two
If Mother Nature had eyes and could see what she had started, she would now be blushing. Her earlier target now had his victim tied, stripped and ready to be taken, and very willingly at that.
Alexander watched with wide eyes as Hephaestion crawled towards him. When he got up between Alexander's legs he placed each of his on either side of Alexander and kept coming. He stopped when he was straddling Alexander waist and ran his tongue ever-so-slowly around his mouth. Alexander groaned audibly, Hephaestion started to purr again.
Hephaestion rose up on his knees and slowly lifted the hem of his chiton and put it in his mouth to keep it out of the way. He ran his hands down the firm muscles of his stomach. He hesitated only a minute before he let one of his roaming fingers glide beneath the loincloth with its tented front. A singular moan from both men in unison floated through the room.
The need for immediate relief was too much for Hephaestion and his moving and moaning was causing way too much friction on head of his sensitive manhood. He quickly loosened the loincloth and slid it towards the front and directly in front of Alexander's face. He let it drop to the side and took matter into his hands and began to stroke himself. He didn't think he could get any harder but he did and he was soon rocking his whole body back and forth on the waist of the prone body tied down below him.
Alexander had many wishes at this very moment. First he wished that Hephaestion would move up closer to his head so he could help Hephaestion. But then Hephaestion would rock backwards a little and ever so slightly touch Alexander own raging manhood on the tip and then he would change his mind again about Hephaestion being closer to the head of the bed. And thirdly, it was pure torture not to be able to touch the raving beauty in front of him.
Hephaestion's head was thrown back and his eyes were closed. His mouth was open and occasionally his tongue would sneak out and lick his lips, not often enough for Alexander liking. He was coming close to release and as it neared, he lowered his head and locked eyes with Alexander. Alexander now wished he could split his vision in two different directions at once, into those amazing smothering eyes and at the beautiful cock only inches from his face. With a moan that made Alexander's toes curl, Hephaestion came hard and long, and Alexander's face was right in the path of release. Alexander's eyes darted from one site to the other, each equally breathtaking. Still not taking his eyes off of Hephaestion he began to lick as much of pure Hephaestion as he could reach, not even realizing he was doing it.
Hephaestion breathing began returning to normal again and he leaned in and ever so slowly started licking Alexander's chest clean, moving to his neck and then every inch of his face. He dallied around his earlobes, teasing and sucking them with his soft lips. He brushed Alexander's lips just slightly, teasing him with a slight smile.
Alexander was hard and ready but Hephaestion was no longer in any hurry. He grabbed the discarded loincloth from the bed beside them and made a long narrow strip out of it and placed it gently around Alexander's eyes, making sure he couldn't see any thing.
Alexander started to protest but was met with soft lips strangling his words. The lips moved to his right ear and whispered, "If you can be a very good boy, stay very quiet and don't break the rules, you will be greatly rewarded, my Alexander."
Alexander wasn't sure what was sexier, the blindfold, the promise of reward, the amazing body sitting on his or the sound of Hephaestion's voice as he said, 'my Alexander'. Maybe it was the combination of all of them but he decided not to be a bad boy and tried to remain quiet, as quiet as one could be with a beautiful god on top of his body and a raging hard on.
The body suddenly lifted off of his and he groaned his disapproval but didn't say anything. The bed moved as the body of the one not tied down disappeared. The breeze from the window tickled Alexander's sweat glistened body as he waited to see what glorious things would happen next.
A slight tickle on his right big toe made him suck in his breath; a soft wet tongue soon joined it. After that nothing else but the mouth touched him but it sent a million tiny delightful tingles through his body. It slowly made its way over his foot and ankle and made its way up his leg. Alexander began making sounds he didn't even know he could make. The hairs on his legs were standing at attention, just like everything else on his body. Every part of his being was concentrated on the tongue of this one man exquisitely torturing him.
Alexander had just decided that he could die a very happy man at this very moment and never want for anything else, when something brushed his tight balls.
And then he did the unthinkable and broke the rules when 'by the gods' slipped out of his mouth.
The tongue stopped and Alexander held his breath.
The silence was deafening as Alexander awaited his punishment.