Sabin climbed high into the Sabil Mountain range far south of Figaro, to the
hidden areas where Duncan's disciples trained. Even from a distance, the prince
could sense the powerful sex auras emanating from it, and they were like a
magnet, urging him faster, faster...
To see Vargas.
When Sabin had left the palace, he was unhappy -- desperately so. It had taken him some time before he realized his sexuality, which had lain dormant so long, had been awakened by Eliza and now was rampaging. The unhappiness he felt was his body crying out for sex. But although he loved and had Eliza, it was strangely insufficient. He wanted...something else.
He had met Vargas one evening after Sabin had finished his daily training. It had been one of those days when thoughts of Eliza (*my mother!*) had consumed his mind, and he worked feverishly to rid himself of her image. Vargas had been drawn to the intense sexual energy Sabin was giving off.
He approached the prince as Sabin lay splayed on the grass, staring at the sky, the sweat running down his face. Sabin had been surprised and tried to sit up, but Vargas had put a foot on his chest. To his utter amazement, Sabin found he couldn't get up.
The other man leaned down. "My name is Vargas," he said in a soft, purring voice.
And as Sabin stared into those deep blue eyes, he felt himself drawn into their mysterious depths. A sweetness filled him that he could not explain...
"S...Sabin," the prince croaked out.
Vargas knelt closer and ran his finger down Sabin's bare, sweaty chest. The prince found his skin tingling beneath that gentle fingertip. He leaned down. "I have been watching you train," Vargas purred, his voice like a gentle breeze just barely tickling his ear. "You have incredible strength, but very wild. I sense the time is right for you to learn how to channel that power for more...pleasurable uses..."
"What do you mean?" Sabin asked, amazed.
"I will show you..."
Vargas' hand slipped down to Sabin's crotch, massaging the erection that the prince had been trying to rid himself of all day. Sabin groaned as thoughts of Eliza swept across his mind. How could this be turning him on so much? Another man, for crying out loud!
As if he read his thoughts, Vargas said softly, "Don't restrain yourself just because I'm a man also. For, you know, a man can be just as gentle as the softest woman."
*Eliza...*
Vargas straddled Sabin and took the prince's hand in both of his. He brought it to his own hard arousal, guiding it over the skin-tight fabric that encased it. Vargas moaned, a thrill shooting through him as Sabin's power electrified him.
"Oh yes, yes, I was right," the man moaned. "That incredible energy! And to think this has been wasted for so long!"
Sabin merely watched in fascination, the heat also rising in him. Answering a sudden urge, the prince placed his other hand on Vargas' lean hip, caressing it, then moving to his smooth buttocks. He squeezed the cheek, causing Vargas to give a strange squeak. Sabin laughed at the sound, delight flooding through him.
Vargas pulled off his shirt, explosing a built chest that Sabin somehow found arousing. He lay on the prince, and the feeling of warm skin exploded something in Sabin. He moaned as the other man gently nipped his neck, then teased Sabin's nipples with his tongue.
His hand slid into Sabin's pants, the long fingers delicately probing. When the first fingertip lightly touched his shaft, Sabin moaned. He was filled with warmth as the fingers curled around his member.
Sabin reached down and returned the favor to Vargas. They remained like that for some time, both men delighting in the sexual tension, of wanting so much more yet deliberately holding back in a game to exert control.
It was Vargas who, despite his years of training, cracked first. With a grunt, he suddenly sat up and pulled off his pants. Sabin stared at the man's massive erection, as long and hard as a steel pole. Vargas moaned loudly as the cold evening air hit it. Sabin nervously cupped both hands around the man's shaft and felt a warmth shooting into his palms. He pulled his hands away and saw they were glistening with Vargas' cum, still seeping from the man's cock onto his chest.
With a swift movement, Vargas tore away Sabin's pants, revealing a hard desire that matched his own. He groaned and his soft lips suddenly latched onto Sabin's cock and started sucking.
Sabin yelled with surprised pleasure. He held Vargas' head down and thrust up into his mouth, driving the tip down his throat. His tongue went wild, massaging and licking Sabin's shaft with animal ferocity.
He thrust harder, the warmth of Vargas' mouth just as heavenly as Eliza's soft pussy had been. For a moment in time, he felt lost in space. When he regained his senses, Sabin realized he was flooding Vargas' mouth with his cum.
Vargas eagerly swallowed, but the prince was so powerfully uncontrolled that most escaped his mouth, dripping down onto Sabin's thighs. He relinquished his hold on Sabin's cock, sat up and yelled, no words being able to explain the incredible sensations welling in his chest.
When he finally stopped screaming, Vargas was out of breath. Both men, drenched with each other's juices and gasping for air, looked at each other. The mutual light that shot in their eyes was a bond of understanding, and they suddenly knew that whatever other men they may have, nothing would ever compare to this one pleasurable abandon...a pleasure that had taken the childhood and dulled -- but not completely removed -- the pain of an innocent prince.
And so it was that Sabin was introduced to the Disciples of Duncan, a covert martial-arts sex discipline in which Vargas' father, Duncan, was the Master. But nothing would have prepared Sabin for the sight that greeted him upon his first arrival at their training grounds.
The area was filling with single, pairs, triples and more of moaning men, all in various stages of training. It was easy to tell who were the more untrained -- they were naked. A Master could not only pleasure himself, but also do it while fully clothed, without revealing his arousal to others, and without touching himself. The newer recruits, most of whom had had only women as sexual partners, had first to overcome the embarrassment of other men lusting after their naked bodies.
Which explained why Vargas had been extremely impressed by Sabin's ability to outlast him while clothed. Most new recruits he had driven lustfully mad, to the point where they were compelled to rip every last shred off any man in the near vicinity and fuck them madly. Duncan was suitably impressed, as well.
"My son says you outlasted him in his test," the Master said during their first meeting. "You must have great control, for so far, only I have been able to bring Vargas to his peak."
Sabin stared. "You?...But...Vargas is..."
"My son, yes." Duncan smiled and shook his head. "Young prince, you must learn to let go of all your inhibitions...*all* of them, for only then will you be able to truly accept my teachings. Pleasure in this world, in the form of mental peace, can be found in the smallest grain of sand; we simply extract that and turn it to sexual pleasure. Therefore, the environment does have a bearing in the extent and potency of your pleasure. But it is the most illicit of unions, such as a parent and child..."
*Oh, Eliza*....
"...that will be the ones that will give you the most strength, for you share a bond with family members that cannot be duplicated, simply because of your biological makeup. Not even your favorite lover will allow you to draw as much strength as with a family member.
"But otherwise, you must learn to draw all that you can from your unions with others, in order to have the fullest experience possible with any one person. Then when you have mastered that, you must learn to master control, for pleasure without control is merely wasteful. And finally, when you have learned control, you will be able to arouse others without touching them, and draw upon it for strength even as it weakens your enemy."
Sabin still stared, his thoughts tumbling over themselves. Was he ready for this? Then again, he had already had one union with a man...
Duncan nodded, sensing his turmoil. "I invite you to stay for a few days. If after that, you feel you are not ready, then you may leave."
The prince agreed.
And so it began. Sabin found incredible pleasure in his unions with other students, but more than that, he was learning how to attune himself to the other man so he could sense what to do and when to do it. To facilitate this, no words were permitted during sex.
The prince, with his initial martial arts training, already had nearly perfected the basic principles of control and sensitivity, and so quickly rose through the ranks. He didn't train with Vargas, but the two lovers would often slip out at night to revel in the ecstacies that they could give each other.
Vargas, with his slim frame and proud bearing, was almost like a woman, but Sabin found that the master's son could do much more than a true woman could. And Vargas felt within the prince the forceful, dominating power that he so craved.
"You are incredibly strong, Sabin," Vargas whispered one night after they'd made love. "I have all control and no power; the way I incite men is to refuse to give them what they want, while you make them peak with your (powerful) aura."
The prince laughed. "You certainly can drive *me* mad. I have yet to perfect your technique of control."
"That is easy enough. Simply attune yourself to reach out for Mother Nature's green abundance."
Sabin sat up. "Truly?" he asked.
The other nodded. "That is one reason I was so surprised that I lost control that first day. We were in a grassy field, you remember. You draw on the greenery for resiliency and restraint, for it is that bounty that can bend without snapping in strong wind, and has the obstinancy to regrow even if outwardly it looks dead to the world."
"I never thought of that..." The prince lay back down, thoughtful.
Vargas heaved himself onto an elbow. "Let us not speak of that now," he said, his eyes burning. "We have time for more interesting things before dawn..."
It was to that spot that Sabin now returned, to the spot of his and Vargas' numerous trysts. It was a beautiful oasis in the mountains that Vargas had discovered, an ideal area for its blend of natural elements. A young tree grew nearby, somehow managing to find a foothold in this rocky region, next to a thin waterfall and stream that, when it rained, exploded into a gushing flow as powerful as the two men's own ecstacies. Several boulders had long ago toppled off the mountain and settled into the ground, which the men often took advantage of to test their own toughness.
Almost as soon as Sabin appeared, Vargas leaped silently off the mountainside to stand in front of the prince and immediately assumed a defensive position. Sabin smiled and readied himself. They circled each other slowly, summing each other up, trying to find a chink in each other's sexual armor.
Although Vargas was on the defensive, he went in for the first hit. He feinted with his left, and as Sabin moved to block, he suddenly swung in and tapped the prince's shoulder with the lightest touch. Sabin gasped as he felt a fire suddenly burning in his shoulder, spreading through to his nether regions.
But he merely smiled again and went in for a direct attack. Vargas brought his arm up to block, but Sabin grabbed his hand, turned it over and gently touched the wrist. The other man staggered back, holding his now-twitching hand with a loud moan.
Furious, Vargas leaped high and landed neatly in a sitting position on the prince's shoulders, his crotch nearly pressed up against Sabin's face. His thighs squeezed, nearly choking Sabin. He hung down and, placing his hands on the ground, flipped the prince forward.
Sabin knew better than to try and resist. Instead, he willingly leaped into the flip, thus gaining control of his momentum, and he tumbled harmlessly. But Vargas, weakened by his hand, flopped to the ground, and Sabin took advantage of this. Quickly striding up to the downed man, who was struggling to rise, he put a foot on the man's chest, pinning him there.
"Now, Vargas," he whispered, "you are mine..."
Sabin knelt down and kissed him. Vargas immediately responded, clutching the other man's head and pulling him closer. At that moment they left off their martial artist selves and became two lovers desperately hungry for each other. Sabin broke the kiss and straddled Vargas' chest. The other man latched onto the prince's skintight pants and pulled them down. Sabin shoved his hard cock into Vargas' mouth, and the other man sucked in a frenzy.
Vargas broughts his hands around and alternately patted, slapped, and pinched Sabin's buttocks. The prince's moans were intersperced by gasps of pain. He reached behind him and toyed with Vargas' own manhood, still trapped in confining fabric. Vargan moaned.
Sabin pulled out of the other man's mouth and quickly reversed his position so he was facing Vargas' legs. He stripped Vargas of his trousers and lay down for his own feast. The other man grabbed Sabin's cock and resumed his sucking.
One thing Duncan taught was how to use the tongue as a weapon, and both men put those teachings to good use now. They drew more fire out of each other with a good deal of tongue stabbing and nimble movements that turned their cocks into pillars of flames. Both thrust into each other's mouths, crying out for a blissful release.
And it came, much sooner and more powerful than either of them remembered. Sabin's mouth relinquished Vargas' cock in time to see Vargas spew a fountain of cum that shot two feet into the air and splattered over both of them. Vargas was frantically deep-throating Sabin but was choking on the force of Sabin's peak. Finally, the prince regained control of himself and reversed his position again. He lifted Vargas' legs high and rammed into the man's ass, releasing the rest of his cum as he thrust back and forth. Vargas squealed, grasping at the hard dirt as Sabin filled him with utter pleasure.
Sabin flopped to the ground when it was over, exhausted. For a few minutes the only sound was their panting as they lay gasping for breath.
Finally the prince spoke. "It has been...a long time..."
The other man smiled. "Yes." And that one word communicated the depths of their feelings for each other -- although those feelings would never quite replace certain others in Sabin's heart.
When they were rested enough, Vargas spoke of his mountain training, while Sabin recounted his meditations in a house at the base of the Sabils. But it was a rather shamefaced telling on the prince's part, for the Master had sensed a growing turmoil and had told him to meditate away from the other disciples. But when the thoughts of his mother came flooding back, he had to suppress the anger and desire that sprang up within, in the only way he knew how.
And so here he was with Vargas, now, and he had failed to exert control over what he thought he had been able to leave behind him.
"I understand," Vargas said softly, who knew about Sabin's past. "My own mother..." He faltered, and Sabin merely lay in silent encouragement. Vargas had never spoken about his mother before.
"She was a beautiful woman," the man said wistfully. "My father took me into the mountains when I was just a child, and when I returned to my home in South Figaro I found it had been turned into a brothel. I was just 15 then and eager to try what new techniques I learned. So I went in anyway and bought a whore...She was wonderful, Sabin...I made her scream with pleasure all night long, and she was expert in driving men wild. I can understand why men go mad over women!
"She never left my side all night. Then morning came and I looked at her face...She looked so familiar it twisted my heart. And when she woke up and saw me staring at her, do you know what she said? She said, 'Duncan!'...
"And it was then that I knew....I knew that it was my own mother! She had been forced into prostitution because we deserted her. She eventually became the madam of the brothel but still served customers occasionally..." A dark, disgusted expression spread over his face. "And I was too stupid to realize! When she found out I was her son she ran from me and refused to see me, and the others chased me out."
"Did you tell your father?" Sabin asked quietly.
"Naturally. But you know what his philosophy is about illicit unions. It's strange...all these years I was having sex with my father and never turned a hair, but with my mother it was different...because I knew my seed could possibly grow in a woman. And I did not want the burden of children. We argued terribly, it seemed the mountains would crash down upon us. It was then that I left the disciples for some years, but I finally returned..."
Vargas' expression was stony. "I have no love for my father...but I know he is the only one who can teach me, as I will someday be head of the Disciples."
Sabin nodded. "I see..." And he did see.
Vargas turned to him. "But now I have you," he said softly. "I have someone who can share and understand my pain, but more than that, can help me forget it." He stroked Sabin tenderly. "We're two of a kind, aren't we? It was Fate that we would meet...that we should share so much..."
The prince put his arms around Vargas. "Yes..."
Sabin pulled him closer and kissed him again.
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