Bemas, a page for the King of Gelle, was standing alone in a side courtyard of the castle when he heard the oddest noise. He looked up to see a sight that nobody had seen before. "May Gezirra preserve us!" he said, making the circle over his heart for Her protection. Some bizarre creature was racing across the court at top speed! He goggled and prepared to run, when the thing suddenly stopped, and stood stock still.
It was the strangest being he had ever seen, looking like the lower body of a man cut off at the waist, only alive. Two long legs that came up to near the top, where they met and between them hung the staff and orbs of a man's genitals in their nest of hair that was not the white-blond tone of his own hair, nor any he had met, but pitch black.
He started to move closer, then the thing wavered back and forth and then fell over on its back. It seemed to be dead, or sleeping.
Bemas went over to it and saw it was just what it seemed, the lower half of a man, a man with hairy legs, pitch black instead of the white-blond hair of Bemas and all his people, and the skin, instead of being the pale beige of Bemas, was darker toned like the color of a piece of well-tanned cowhide. The top of it was somehow sealed off with a plane of multi-colored whirls that when he touched it, it repelled his hand, not hard but pushing it away from contact on that part of the body. The rest of the body, he could touch as much as he wished.
It was in distress, whatever it was, he could feel the body trembling. He caressed the nearer leg and said, "Don't be wary, gentle being, I am a friend and will care for you in your hour of need."
He called for his friends who happened to come into the courtyard at that point, and they helped him carry the half-man to his room where he laid it on his bed then went to speak with the King.
The King listened with a sympathetic ear, for in his youth his older brother had fallen afoul of a wizard that had transformed him into a hideous travesty, and he had lived miserably until his death some years ago. The King therefore gave Bemas a larger room in the castle and assigned him to stay with the half-man and keep him well cared for. The King ordered that henceforth this half-man was to be called by the name of "Menasal, for he is no monster, he is a human being who is suffering and we must abate that pain by any means possible."
Bemas worried at first about his new duties, for he had no way to feed this being which had no mouth, no eyes, and may not even have a stomach. But as the days went on, he saw that Menasal must be receiving liquids and foods, for the half he had control of possessed the parts of the body that dealt with the end-products of digestion, and those continued unabated. Bemas patiently cleaned the Menasal's body each time and conceived an idea; he picked up the chamberpot for the room and held it to the man's penis, Menasal's cock promptly began to discharge a yellowish liquid. He then put it under the half-man's ass, and Menasal attempted to use it as well, being only slightly successful. Bemas then put the chamberpot back to the penis and wriggled the man's left foot, then put the pot back under the man's ass and wriggled the man's right foot.
Menasal understood at once, and after that, when he needed to urinate or defecate, he would signal Bemas by stamping his foot on the floor to get Bemas' attention, then wriggle the proper foot. That made Bemas' chores much less onerous, and Menasal happier as well.
Bemas was still forced to watch his charge almost constantly, and thought of another idea. He asked for and received a pair of small bells which he was able to attach to Menasal's ankles, one bell made a higher tone when rung than the other. He shook Menasal's leg to make the bell ring, letting the bell strike Menasal's flesh as he did, and again Menasal realized this.
His chores considerably lessened, and even more when the half-man began to feel confident enough to roam around the room. He thus located the chamberpot, and once Bemas came back from a brief chore to find Menasal happily enthroned on it instead of lying helpless on the bed.
Whoever the top half of this man was, he was intelligent and understood Bemas was his friend. He began to touch Menasal's legs to establish a way of communication, pressing common objects to the skin and using the bells which could be run in sequences to form a vocabulary.
For his part, Bemas took to chatting with the half-man, which could not hear of course, but it made his time with the mute being more pleasant.
He was bathing Menasal one day when the legs suddenly became active, both legs raised and shaking, and shook for a time before stopping to lie still once more on the bed.
Bemas looked at Menasal's body and understood, Menasal was sporting a substantial erection for the first time in their acquaintance, a proud pole of nine inches in height was bobbing urgently. Bemas reached up and gripped it, feeling the shaft pulsing in his hand.
"Your body has more needs than water and bread, doesn't it?" he said silkily, despite the half-man being deaf to him. "I understand, dear Menasal, you have a need you cannot address yourself, so let me attend to you." He released the prong and began to remove his clothing.
The slit at the top of the cockhead formed a crystal globe of precome, and Bemas, now nude, crawled into the bed between the hairy legs, letting his body touch the hairy legs so that Menasal could understand that Bemas was approaching him and he again took the warm dong into his hand and reached his face down to touch his tongue to the clear, sparkling bead of male virility and he lifted his head up, the precome formed a slender gray rope that connected the half-man to the kindly young boy.
Bemas sank his lips over the cock and slid down the shaft for almost four inches, sending the dong's head to touch the back of his young throat. The cock jerked and pulsed, and he pulled up on it, and a second gush of precome rushed onto the tongue as he did so. The flavor was rich and flavored in ways that had never before touched Bemas' lips even when his male partner was one of the nobles who could afford to buy and eat exotic foods of several of the Kingdoms of Men. It convinced him that wherever Menasal came from, it was far from Gelle.
His mouth craved that flavor and his lips were driven into faster action, his young head bobbed up and down and the legs shifted and moved in a way that said Menasal was enraptured by the attentions his lower body was receiving from so far away from his mind and he probably even now was moaning in an agony of ecstasy, his heart seething and pounding, driving his senses to greater and more powerful passion.
He imagined Menasal's hand reaching for him to thread his fingers into Bemas' fair hair, to grip and tug it the way one young lord had done, the kindly young lord had done so much for him in the days after that and would perhaps have become more than one of the noble lords that hung about the castle, but his family had called him to return to his home nearly a hundred miles from the castle and close to the Lensil Mountains, a range that was infested with trollcats and goblinwolves. Bemas missed him, and hoped his friend was still alive, and healthy, and safe.
He had Menasal to care for now, and his steady strokes were causing the body under him to writhe and he could feel the moans of the man in the ripples of the legs and the rising and falling of the lower abdomen, and he used his hands upon the twin supple testicles, gripping and coaxing them to stir the man's desire to greater and higher glory.
He felt the body tense and knew the time of climax was upon Menasal, and Besam readied himself to receive the man's seed. All blessings extend from Gezirra and She smiles upon young lovers whoever they are.
He had scarcely thought-spoke the prayer to Gezirra when Menasal's whole body shook and moved, and he braced for the fluid onslaught. The cock erupted and the hot seed squirted into Besam's mouth and he moaned and gulped and his own body was racing in sexual delight.
He drank every drop of Menasal's spunk and when the spurts stopped, his young, agile body moved with alacrity, he scrabbled up to press his own cock to Menasal's still firm dong, the spunk that hadn't quite achieved launch velocity was dribbling down it, and he pressed his own young pecker to the shaft and held them together, and the still-pulsing pud was all he needed to achieve his own climax. He shook and shuddered and his young dong jerked against the man's own shaft and he sighed, laid his body atop the man's groin and dreamed of the face that had been there, and wished with all his heart that some day, he might be permitted to learn more about the past of his beloved Menasal.
He had his own bed in the room but that night and on the nights after that, he continued to sleep with Menasal and each night he would again suck the always waiting and virile love-tube of the odd being that had come into his life and now consumed so much of it. Menasal's body became even more animated and they spent endless hours with Besam striving more and more to establish a meaningful conversation with this partial person he had come to love so deeply.
One day after Besam and Menasal had been lovers for several months, Besam received a summons from the King. He saw no reason to be panicked by the summons, so he quickly washed his face and made sure his clothes were clean and hastened out to the throne room where the King received his visitors and when he got there, his heart sank!
Standing on his hands not far from the King was a burly man with pitch-black hair and a powerful chest and powerful biceps who looked at him with eager eyes...and his body ended at his waist. "This is the pageboy I assigned to care for your other half. If you go with him, Karkak, he can lead to you to your lost legs. I am told he has been giving it the tenderest of care...."
Besam hadn't heard the rest, as he had, in raw defiance of all court protocol, raced out of the king's presence and to his room where he closed the door and over to Menasal and hugged him tearfully. "They're going to take you away from me!" he cried. "They're going to take you away!"
Menasal seemed to sense his stress, for the body pressed against him and the cock was warm on his shoulder, and he felt its warmth and it stirred and stiffened against him and a firm resolve seized him. "I can't stop them from taking you but I will serve you one final time before they do!"
He turned and his mouth closed on the cock and he worked on it, but his mouth was not intent on stimulating the dong beyond helping it get hard as rock, he was bathing it with his saliva until it was covered heavily.
He guided his half-lover to the bed and laid him down on it gently and then got straddle of the upper legs with his body facing the feet and he reached behind and found the slimy pecker and guided it to his anus. He hadn't had a male lover since taking Menasal into his charge, but his body craved the hard organ so much it felt like liquid fire as it slid into his bowels.
He began to move his hips back and forth, rising on his knees as he did it and he felt the thick prick pulsing as he milked it with his anal muscles, pulling on it with all of his strength.
"He is this way, my Lord!" said a male voice down the hallway outside his door. The voice grew stronger as it continued, it belonged to one of the guards. "He spends all his days in this room, even has his meals delivered, by order of the King."
Besam moaned in dismay, they were so close! He had to hurry, had to make this one last episode of lovemaking be enough to last the rest of his life! He wished that Menasal had lips to kiss, ears to hear, a mouth to speak to him now! Oh, if only he could tell Menasal how much he loved him!
The door opened and it contained two of the Guards and behind him, racing on his hands with practiced ease, was the foreigner, Karkak.
"Here he is!" the guard declared, "He has been taking liberties with it, as you can see, and...."
"Enough!" Karkak barked, the voice came not from his lips though he spoke the words, but a red jewel that screamed "Magic!" A Jewel of Languages! "Leave us now, I would speak alone with this pageboy!"
Besam was frightened (would this other half-man, alone with him, use those powerful hands to strangle him?), but he kept up the movement on the body and it was throbbing powerfully now.
Alone, Karkak came to rest on his waist and watched the bouncing Besam. "So you're the one who has been keeping my dragon breathing fire, have you?" he said huskily. His eyes were intense but his mouth was open and he was breathing hard.
"Don't take him away from me! He belongs to me, now, to me!"
"Oh, oh, child, he has never left me though a wide distance separated us," Karkak said and his voice was tremulous but kind. "I have felt everything that you have done to this other half, this part of my body that you now pleasure so greatly. I was a warrior battling an evil sorcerer and as we closed on him, he cast a golden disc that sliced me in the waist as I ran, and I fainted from the pain and when I awoke, I was as I am now. My upper half remained at the battlefield, but my lower half, it came here by the sorcerer's evil powers."
He said all of this in gasps broken by moans and groans and Besam realized that all that was Menasal was in this man, this kindly, virile cock, it was and remained his, and he was loving this man, who was cut into two pieces but though they were apart, they remained ever one!
"I have been as gentle as I could with you," he gasped at the now moaning half-warrior. "I felt your need and it seemed that I should grant you my own body to do those things you could not do."
"Ohhh, ohhh, and you have done it greatly!" Karkak cried out. "I come here not to steal my lower half away from you, but to see at last the one who has been my benefactor in my time of need, oh, oh, and I need now, I need!"
"So do I!" Besam moaned. "Oh, oh, my joy is near, it is near!"
"My dragon is aflame and his mouth will soon speak!" Karkak gasped. "Take his fire and rejoice in it!"
"I rejoice, I rejoice!" Besam gasped, "OH, OH, OH, OH, OH-OH-OH, OH-OHHHHHHHH!"
"Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, AHHHH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!' Karkak cried out and as he did, Menasal's cock burst into Besam's loins with a hot flood of jizz that filled the boy who writhed and gasped as he kept up his bouncing movement, while across the room Karkak whined and moaned and teetered on his waist-base and nearly fell over, his head lolled and his arms drooped, he was exhausted and his chest heaved as he panted huskily in his passion.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Besam sighed as he finished. He saw the man slumped in his desire, sweat on his face, and became frightened again. He got to his feet and went to the man and knelt in front of him, his head bowed, his fingers interlaced in supplication. "I beg of you, sir, do not take Menasal away from me! I have lived with him for so long, I know him and he knows me, and...."
A calloused hand caught his head by the chin and lifted it up and he looked into the dark eyes of the man who was smiling at him. "Be of good spirit, child. I did not come here to make you part with my lower body, I came to collect you along with him, for all the love you have shown to my lower half, you have shown to me."
Besam dared to smile and the man smiled wider. "I could have suffered greatly if my lower body had fallen among ghouls or goblins or dragons. I shudder when I think what could have been. Instead, it was you who found me, rescued and succored me, tending me most kindly for so many hours of so many days. Then, when your touches stirred my desire, you did not flinch from it, but sent your lips to nourish my spirit as you worked my dragon until it flamed."
"Dragon? Flamed?" Besam had to smile. "I have never heard these words for it, but they are good ones."
Karkak smiled, "There are many differences between my land and this one, but if you will but say the word, I will carry you back with me over the waves and the mountains to my own homeland, and there, now that I have found you...I shall never let you go."
Besam, instead of words, said it with his body, he hugged the upper body of the wonderful, gentle Menasal, named Karkak, and their lips met and they kissed most tenderly.
He had feared that he would be alone with Menasal gone, but now he knew he would spend many, many more days and months and years, living and loving.
None of the men he had lain with had treated him with the tender consideration of the half-man that he had succored. He smiled as he thought of the old saying and changed it for his own use as he said to the smiling Karkak.
"Half a man is better than one."
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