Faendal and the pot of oil

Once upon a time there were some minor conflicts ongoing between Elves and Barbarians and the Elven embassador went to the Southern land to settle them down.

Young elf Faendal went along with him. He was a very flexible boy, trained since childhood to perform a traditional elven dance that included a lot of elegant bending. But when he arrived to the land of the Barbarians, he was advised not to perform that particular dance as the Barbarian King really hated everything beautiful, especially graceful dances, so they were suggested to do something else and after some thinking they agreed on something.

It was settled and a strong barbarian guard named K'tan was going to assist the bendy elf this time, stretching the boy into extreme positions that would hurt to look at unless you were a sadistic barbarian.

For Faendal it was, however, no different from his usual bending, it only seemed different for onlookers, arranged as a bonebreaking sideshow instead of a graceful dance, but from Faendal it required the very same skills of body stretching, which he already mastered to perfection.

Back in the elven land he had a really pushy trainer who made him cry a lot every day when Faendal was a child, forcefully keeping his spine and limbs at the most extreme angles, but the trainer kept telling him to get used to it and after a few years of drilling the boy no longer cried. Surprisingly, it felt normal to be stretched in really extreme ways now.

In the recent years his body became so flexible that even his pushy trainer couldn't squeeze much more out of it, as hard as he tried. The trainer kept congratulating him on reaching perfection and Faendal was assured that he indeed made it. It's been a year he didn't do any progress, he only kept doing his best but without much improvement.

And all of a sudden, this muscled barbarian, K'tan, in a few minutes managed to remind Faendal of his earliest childhood. Faendal cried for the first time in many years and the barbarian released him and apologized but the boy said he was crying of joy because nobody stretched him that well before. The barbarian laughed aloud and Faendal joined him. They instantly became good buds.

But the best part was that the King so immensely enjoyed the body-breaking show that he asked the boy to be a guest for a whole year. After a talk with the embassador the elf agreed and him and K'tan were given new apartments just for the two of them, where they could polish their skills.

By the same evening Faendal was already deeply enamoured by strong K'tan and they had sex on their first night together, but alas they figured that one important part of Faendal's body wasn't stretchy enough for good sex. Faendal wasn't a virgin, thanks to his trainer who alone was more perverted than three catholic priests put together in one chamber, but man, this barbarian was enormously huge, it seemed almost unreal...

K'tan wasn't frustrated and just tied Faendal's knees together with a piece of cloth to press his legs together and did Faendal between his thighs.

That was intense and the barbarian kept roaring and cumming all over the elf all night and they had a lot of fun together. But still, Faendal's pride was hurt and he had mixed feelings: he felt excited with the muscular body of his massive lover, but frustrated that he wasn't prepared well for this night. He stretched so much in his life but not the part that needed to be stretched the most for a night like this.

Next day when K'tan went on guard and left him alone, Faendal was still very horny and couldn't stop thinking of his lover. After finally cumming all over himself, he felt a bit sleepy again and rested on the bed, his naked butt up, while at the same time studying this new room that they were given yesterday by the king. Now in the morning he could actually see it in all its pompous glory.

The room was actually very nice and oh joy, there was a huge mirror on the wall! Something the elf totally didn't expect here, in the Barbarian lands. Still completely naked, he went across the room and stood there to look at his beautiful elven self.

On a second look, it wasn't a real mirror but just an extremely well polished metallic plate, however, the reflection was still quite acceptable and even stylish. Faendal did the "sexy boy being shy" pose and the mirror turned into some kind of an oil painting almost. Faendal really loved this mirror from the first sight, it gave a fine style to things rather than simply reflecting them.

In the corner under the mirror he suddenly spotted a pot. Wondering what it could be, he kneeled in front of it and opened the lid. There was some kind of oil inside and Faendal suddenly remembered that, indeed, pretty much all the barbarians he saw so far had those really shiny bodies. He thought it was just sweat from working out too hard and too often, or maybe from the really warm climate of the South, but apparently it was this stuff...

He put a finger inside the pot, took it out and stared at it. The finger was very shiny. He rubbed the finger against his nipple and it glistened with the reflections of the sunshine falling from the window. "That's so beautiful," Faendal thought to himself as his eyes widened. "Why don't the elves have anything like this?"

He slipped his whole hand into the pot and took it out. He played his hand in front of his face, admiring the beautiful sparkles appearing and disappearing all over his hand. He rubbed the hand against his chest and belly and then looked down. He was bloody hard again. Almost mechanically his hand wrapped around his penis and began to move.

It never felt so good. Faendal took some more oil with his other hand and began to massage his smooth balls, squeezing them very hard just like he loved it. Faendal moaned of the pain and pleasure. His balls kept slipping through his fingers, running away from the pressure, moving in funny ways that made it even more exciting. He started feeling dizzy of all the new sensations and lay his back on the floor to make himself more relaxed, and then continued giving his genitalia an intense massage.

After cumming on his belly and resting for a while, Faendal sat up and realized that his whole crotch as well as his hands, chest and belly, it was all covered with oil! So why not finish the job, he thought, and started covering with oil his legs, arms, his back, his buttocks...

While sliding his fingers between his butt cheeks, a sudden idea crossed his mind. He shoved a couple of fingers inside his hole and just as he expected they went in very smoothly and it felt really nice to touch his own insides. It felt so good, making him want to touch deeper...

When K'tan returned he found the boy sitting on the floor, completely covered in shiny oil and fisting himself with his whole hand. K'tan kneeled behind Faendal and caressed his oiled body. Faendal took his hand out and popped his butt out toward K'tan, invitingly. Without saying a word, K'tan directed his quickly grown hardness toward the boy's opening.

But once again the enormous piece of meat was way too big and too hard for the young elf. Only the cock's head squeezed inside more or less, but the long thick shaft was still completely out, making it impossible to keep moving. The barbarian didn't care much, he just pushed the boy on the floor, lay on top of him and rubbed his cock against the young oiled body. K'tan was happy.

But the the elf's pride was once again hurt because he worked so hard but still was no match for his big and heavy lover.

Since then the elf worked out his asshole every day, moving his hand deeper and deeper inside, until one day his whole forearm went in to the elbow. It was the happiest day for both K'tan and Faendal because since that very day they could finally make love properly, and so the elven pride was restored.