Old Yarnahm was still burning when the new hunter entered it through the lantern he lit on his first visit here. Above him, the giant clocktower raised into the dark sky, illuminated only by moonlight and fire. The hunter pulled his hat deeper over his eyes, and he made his way to the ladder up. His first encounter with the powder keg was a terrible one, the gattling gun had almost ripped him apart. Luck and maybe skill saved him from yet another death by the hands of another hunter and beast.
He had fought many by now and felt confident enough, to at least try to kill the man on top of that tower. Blue eyes scanned the area while the hunter ran to the ladder, searching for a potential threat, always aware of his surroundings. Climbing the ladder wasn't taking much time, he hurried until he reached the platform and then breathed deep, the scent of smoke lingered in the air mixed with blood and burning flesh. His eyes moved up again and a frown formed itself on his young features. The next ladder was reaching up until it ended on top of the tower.
If he fell from that high, he would be dead for sure.
Still, he came here because of a reason and he intended to follow it. His fingers curled around the ladders side and he started to climb up. Wind moved his cloak and his hat almost flew away, a strong breeze catching it. The hunter gritted his teeth and continued climbing, his muscles arching already and his blue eyes teared because of the cold and strong wind. Then suddenly it was over, the air still.
Then, he reached the end of the ladder. Slowly, the young man looked over the edge of the stone and his jaw dropped open from the sight he had:
Two hunters on top of the tower, one in middle age with grey hair and grey eyes, only clad in his trousers, chained to the giant gun. And an older, much older, hunter, cladded in the uniform of the ancient powder kegs. The older hunter had a satisfied grin on his features, as much as the young hunter could tell. Swallowing hard, he put the pieces together and slowly retreated so he wouldn't be spotted. They…they are having sex? Here of all places?
Deciding that it would be better to get back down to spare himself from the embarrassment of being caught peeping, the hunter wanted to climb down again, when suddenly a hand grabbed his wrist and yanked him up on the stone platform with incredible strength. "It's not nice to interrupt an act and then just leave, boy." Fingers curled themselves around the collar of the young man and hoisted him up into a standing position, his back arched away from the others body, hands grasping at the arm holding him in place.
"Who do I have the pleasure in meeting here?" Blue eyes darted around in blind panic, avoiding the glare of the chained hunter, moving over the burning city. His mouth opened and closed before he dared to speak up again. "I-could ask the same!" A snort answered him, the hand moving from his collar to his neck, fingers curling around the soft skin. "Feisty, I love it! Djura, that is the name I was called many hunts ago. Perhaps you are familiar." Gasping for breath, the young hunter tried to look behind him. He had heard tales about Djura, even the not so appropriate ones but that the old hunter was still alive…
"Now, what to do with you? I believe you deserve a punishment, fresh huntsman. Or huntsboy." Djuras breath ghosted over the neck of the hunter and the boy shuddered in his grasp. "Oh, I know. Since you interrupted us so rudely…" With brute force, the young hunter was dragged to the grey haired hunter who was still chained to the gun. From close, the young hunter saw the gag wrapped around the others mouth and head. Suddenly, Djura kicked his legs away and pressed him down so the hunter was on eyelevel with the chained hunters crotch. "I think you know what I want you to do…"
Disgusted, the young hunter tried to turn away but the hand on his neck prevented him from doing that. "Suck it. Or I will get really angry…" The young hunters face was now pressed against the trousers of the grey haired man who made angry, muffled noises. Whimpering, the young hunter shook his head, and flinched when something twitched below him. "Do it!"
With trembling hands, the young hunter freed the others cock from the tightening pants and shuddered again. It was…large. And pierced, apparently. "I-never…" "Just lick it first. Then take it into your mouth and suck…" Another whimper escaped the blue eyes hunter while Djura guided his head down onto the others member. It took all the young man had to not start crying, as he started licking the head and down to the base, one hand holding the member, the other supporting him.
It tasted like salt and every swipe of his tongue made him retch. After a few minutes, he opened his mouth more and took the head in his mouth, suckling weakly. A muffled moan from above made him mewl around the member which resulted in another moan.
"See? Not that hard." Djura moved his hand from the others neck to his scalp and pushed him down further the shaft, causing him to gag.
Tears started to well up in his blue eyes and he chocked around the member in his mouth, breathing through his nose. His lips were stretched and touched his fingers around the base. Never had he done anything like this and his throat was already sore.
Still, after he swallowed around the cock a few times, the boy managed to relax a bit and started sucking again, earning an approving chuckle from behind and pleasured noises from above him.
Djura started to pull at his hair and he got the message. Slowly he started bobbing his head, gagging everytime he deep throated the man and soon enough was Salvia running down his chin, accompanied by his now flowing tears.
The young hunter didn't know how long he was trapped in that position but when the chained hunter suddenly came into his mouth, he reeled back, getting some of the cum on his face.
"Good boy, swallow up. Or we have to do that again." Almost vomiting at the mere thought, he swallowed what was in his mouth and wiped Salvia, tears and cum from his face.
"Did you learn your lesson? Or do we have to give you an extra lecture?"
Djuras voice was all kinds of smug and the hunter wanted to throw him of the tower. But he simply shook his head. "No, Sir. I understood." "Very good. Now, go on. There is still a hunt tonight, right?"
The boy would never climb a set of ladders down this fast again.