The mystic's down fall

Courtly politics and carnel lust's lead to the Cardinal Abbots End

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	Five young men of wealth and privilege gathered in prince

Yansurov's study.   The prince's closest friend's and lovers, each 
wanting to take

their vulgar revenge on the Cardinal abbot.   All because he had 
refused them the

pleasure of his legendary cock.   Janus awaited the evening's 
debauchery with

great anticipation, wondering if the mystic's organ would really live 
up to the

tales.   He despised most of the prince's sycophant cohorts for what 
they were,

pretty sluts whose greatest desire was to be a real man's fuck toy!   
Only Morgan

the young cavalry commander was a real man, he was the only one of 
them who

had never begged Janus to fuck him.   The only one who had the ball's 
to deny

the prince the pleasure's of his body.   Yansurov had tried 
everything from gifts,

to begging and finally royal commands get into the young cavalrymans 
virgin

mouth and ass!   But Morgan would only give the prince his big hard 
cock, a gift

Yansurov could never bring himself to refuse.   He was the only one 
of the

prince's friend's Janus had allowed the prince to bring in they're 
real plans.   And

was here tonight more at Janus's request than Yansurov's.   A good 
thing he was

to for it had been Morgan, who had snapped the point off the crossbow 
bolt, and

drew it out of the minister's shoulder.   The prince had returned 
earlier with the

drug, and was now mixing it with the wine he would serve the Cardinal 
abbot.  

Directing the others to conceal themself's in the adjoining bed 
chamber, Yansurov

ordered his coachman to show the mystic in as soon as he arrived.   
When the

Cardinal abbot entered, he was just as Janus remembered tall and 
powerfully

build.   With shoulder length crimson hair, and a short neatly 
trimmed red beard. 

"I am so glad you came, your holiness!"  Yansurov exclaimed as he 
hurried

across the room to greet the mystic.   The genuine relief in his 
voice was a nice

touch Janus thought.   Although he knew it was relief at having 
gotten his drug

mix before the Cardinal had arrived.  "I believe you know Janus the 
king's

minister of finace."  The prince sniveled, leading the cardinal over 
to where Janus

was laying on an over stuffed divan.  "My yes, the minister and I 
have met on a

number of occasion's."  The Cardinal answered unwrapping the crude 
bandage

on Janus's shoulder.  "This appears to be an arrow wound." "Crossbow 
actually,

one of the prince's guardsmen was a little to quick on the trigger."  
Janus

explained.  "I hope the fellow willn't be punished to harshly, these 
are uncertain

and dangerous times in which we live." "I'm sure the fellow was just 
trying to

keep his lord safe."  The Cardinal said as he cleansing the 
wound.  "Indeed I

believe the prince has arranged a most supple and informative 
punishment." 

Janus answered.  "The prince is very progressive minded."  The 
Cardinal

muttered as he closed his eye's, in prayer over the wound.   An 
intense heat seem

to burn in the mystic's hand as he pressed it to the wound.   It 
seemed to blaze

through Janus's shoulder, spreading through his entire body as a 
delicious

warmth.   The minister felt as if he had just been dipped into the 
well spring of

life.   The Cardinal abbot's face was covered with sweat, and he was 
breathing

deeply as he removed his hand.  "I have done all that I can."  He 
mumbled

wearily setting down in a near by chair.   Janus looked down to find 
the wound

was only a tiny black scab, experimentally he flexed his arm.   
Smiling when he

felt only the tinniest bit of pain, he was almost good as new.   
Looking over he

found that the prince had already handed the Cardinal a glass of 
wine.   Which

the mystic downed in one drink, holding his glass out to be 
refilled.   Which

Yansurov did very happily and quite promptly!   It didn't take the 
big priest long

to empty the bottle, as he nibbled on a bit of spice cake Yansurov 
had set out with

the wine.  "That was an exssellant vintage."  He mumble peering 
around blearily. 

"Would you like some more?"   The prince asked.   As the Cardinal 
stared at the

empty bottle sadly.  "It'ss gone!"  He slurred mornfully.  "I have 
more in my

celler."  The prince explained.  "No I musst be going."  He exclaimed 
lurching

unsteadily to his feet.  "Perhaps I could get you a bottle to take 
with you."

"Would you like that?"  The prince asked anxiously trying to stall 
for time. "Mush

bee goating."  The Cardinal abbot slurred shaking his head.   Janus 
moved across

the room to block the door, as Morgan and the other's came out of 
hiding. 

"Mulac."  The Cardinal tried pointing a shaking hand at Janus.  "I'm 
afraid it's far

to late for that Cardinal, besides you wouldn't want to ruin this 
wonderful heal

job you've done."  Janus laughed punching the big mystic in the face, 
the

Cardinal staggered backward and fell nervlessly to the carpeted 
floor.   He was

still struggling weakly as they picked him up off the floor, 
stripping off his robe

an sandal's as they carried him into the bed room.   His cock 
although still soft

was easily six or seven inches long, and as thick as a donkey's 
fucker!   The

prince's effeminate companion's began crowded around taking turns 
sucking on

the mystic's soft fucker, while another licked and fingered his 
asshole.   It didn't

take long for the mystic's cock to raise to it's full length.   Two 
and a half hand's

long, and as thick as a man's wrist!   It was an awe inspiring sight, 
as it was

attached to a man an not a horse!  "No wonder every woman at court 
dreams of

accompanying him into the holy of holies for a good fucking."  Janus 
blurred. 

"Not just the women!"  The prince breathed, his hand's exploring  an 
lubricating

the massive fucker. "Lets get this started!"  Janus growled moving in 
front the ass

licking youth, and guiding his own throbbing prick into the 
Cardinal's virgin ass!  

He pulled the brown nosing youth to his own buttock's, the 
sycophantic little slut

immedantly pressed his face between them!    The Cardinal abbot 
gasped, a look

of pain and apprehension in his grey eye's.  "Relax your going to 
enjoy this!" 

The prince gloated lowering himself onto the Cardinal abbot's 
stallion like fucker!  

Janus chuckled at the irony of the prince's statement, very few men 
indeed would

enjoy being ravished by seven other men!   And he certainly wasn't 
going to

enjoy the death they had planned for him!   Janus giggled showing the 
mystic no

such mercy.   Ramming his own sizable cock, ball's deep into the 
mystic's virgin

asshole with a single brutal thrust!  "Hhhohhoo!"  The mystic wail in 
protest at

this violent and malicious treatment!   This only insighted Janus to 
use the

mystic's dangling testicles as a handle, to help him ride the 
Cardinal's ass even

harder!   The other's watching applauded an cheered him on, each 
wishing for

nothing more than to be in the Cardinal' s place at that moment!   It 
took

Yansurov sometime, and a great deal of grunting an straining.   To 
get the

Cardinal's enormous cock, ensconced in his own well used 
orifice!  "Aaahahaa!" 

The prince groaned as at last it's enormous head slipped past his 
sphincters, and

the full equinish length drove into him!   One of the prince's pretty 
lovers bent

down to suck his cock, as he slowly rode up an down on the Cardinal 
abbot's immense fucker!    			                      
Janus watched the prince, and his pantywaist companion's empale 
themself's on

the Cardinal abbot's equinish fucker.   One or two were even man 
e'nuff to take

their pleasure in the big mystic's now thoughly debauched ass.   When 
the prince

and his effeminate friend's were at last sated, and had went back 
into the study

for refreshment.  Janus and Morgan took their pleasure, first Janus 
had the young

cavalry man twist and squeeze the mystic's testicles.   Until the big 
red headed

priest weakly agreed to suck they're cock's, aside from blinking it 
was all the

control the big man had over his body!   Janus straddled the Cardinal 
abbot's

head, fucking his weakly suckling lip's like they were that velvety 
pleasure

between a woman's leg's!   Both men had already cum once, Janus in the

Cardinal abbot's ass, and Morgan in Yansurov's mouth!    So both were 
able to

enjoy the pleasure of the enslaved abbot's subservient mouth for a 
prolonged

period!   Janus eased over so he and Morgan could take turns fucking 
the big

mystic's obeisant mouth!    Both pumped out their lust deep in his 
throat, leaving

the debauched priest no choice but to swallow the greasy product of 
they're

passion's!    Yansurov had returned by this time, and quickly took 
their place in

the vitiated holy man's compliant mouth!   Watching the prince slowly 
with great

relish, and obvious rapture hump the mystic's fawning lip's.   
Quickly aroused

Morgan, and he kneeled between the Cardinal's spread leg's lifting up 
the big

man's hefty ball sac.   Morgan drove his own donkey like fucker into 
the abbot's

spasming asshole, it took the cavlaryman four ot five brutal thrusts 
to get it all the

way in.   And made the sucking mystic grunt and whimper around the 
prince's

deep fucking probang.   Yansurov pulled his slender cock out of the 
mystic's

throat, to cum in the his obsequious mouth.   Watching in amusement 
as the

degraded priest worked his tongue around, trying desperately to spit 
the prince's

greasy white spunk out!   Climbing to his feet Yansurov retreated to 
his study, for

more rest and refreshments.   When the young cavalryman at length 
attain his

shuddering orgasm, he reached down and drew a large dagger from his 
high

black boot top.   Grasping the Cardinal abbot's immense stallion like 
fucker, he

pulled it far out away from the mystic's body.   And with one quick 
slash, cut the

tremendous love muscle off!   With a hoarse groan the big man sat 
bolt up right,

his hand's rapping around his attack's throat!   Morgan slapped the 
weakly

grasping hand's away, bludgeoning the Cardinal in the face with his 
own

enormous manhood.   He then drove the dagger repeatedly into the big 
man's

chest, until he stopped struggling.  "What are you going to do with 
that?"  Janus

asked chortling.  "I thought I'd have it stuffed and mounted, and 
give it to the

prince as a gift!"  The young cavalryman answered slyly.  "After he 
get's over

being sick, he'll like that."  Janus laughed.   Reaching down the 
finance minister

grasped the mystic's heavy ball sac pulling it out away from his 
body.  "If you

would be so kind, I think I'd like these as my souvenir."  Laughing 
Morgan sliced

those off as well, Janus wrapped them in a kerchief putting it in a 
pocket in his

cloak.   Dressing they adjourned to the study for a drink, Yansurov 
blanched as

he noticed the blood they were wiping off they're hand's.  "Is 
he...er have you..I

mean."  He stuttered.  "The Cardinal abbot is dead."  Morgan supplied 
gleefully

displaying the priest's enormous severed equine like manhood!  "By 
the god's!" 

Yansurov swore sitting down heavily, downing his goblet of brandy in 
a single

swallow!  "This wasn't part of my plan!" "We've been through this, 
you know

we had no choice!" "Now!" "Thank's to you!"  Janus snarled.  "So call 
your

coachmen, we'll dump the body down one of the water return 
shafts.  "It'll end

up feeding the troll's in the under ground river just like the old 
seer's."  Yansurov

was pale and trembling as he crossed the room to pull the bell 
cord.   Finishing

their drinks they decided, to wrap the Cardinal abbot's body in the 
bed sheet's.  

Encase they were seen loading or unloading him from the carriage, and 
it would

keep any blood from staining the satin interior.   Yansurov thought 
happily.   The

bed room door swung open, and the three conspirators stood starring 
at an empty

bed in stunned silence!   Janus pulled his wand of lightning from his 
sleeve, as

Morgan drew his saber and dagger.  "It...It's impossible, the 
apothecary said, I

mean I gave him more than e'nuff Litrim to kill any man!"  Yansurov 
rambled.  

Janus and Morgan followed the bloody foot print's and blood drops 
across the

floor.  "He's gone down the back stair, go down the front and head 
him off." 

Janus ordered the young cavalryman.  "I'll follow his trail and make 
sure he

doesn't double back."  Both men took off on their chase, as the 
prince just sat on

the blood soaked bed mumbling over and over.  "It's..It's...simply 
impossible!"  

Janus rushed down the back stair's, quickly emerging into the court 
yard of the

prince's town house.   The naked Cardinal abbot staggered drunkenly 
across the

palatial garden's, not more than twenty yards away.   Janus whispered 
the

mystical word that triggered the wand's power.   A brilliant blue 
spark arced

across the garden, striking the fleeing priest in the back.  It 
instantly ran down his

convulsing body and into the ground!   As the electricity died away 
the big

mystic's scorched body fell limply to the ground!   Morgan and Kile 
the prince's

coachman came running around the corner of the house.   Morgan tore 
off the

coachman's cloak, and quickly rapped the smoldering corpse in 
it.  "Hitch up the

black carriage, it kind of looks like a cab." "So we'll use it to 
carry the body

down to the nearest water return shaft."  Janus instructed the 
coachman.  "Go with

him see to it all goes as planned."  He ordered the young 
cavalryman.  "Very

well."   Morgan agreed stabbing the corpse one last time with his 
sabre.