The Hermit, Chapters 3-4

Smoke and Drums: The Hermit, Chapters 3-4

Nicky Noxville

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And now, our feature presentation…

Chapter Three

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I woke up gasping, my head pounding in time with the drums. I looked down at my naked body to see my penis already standing rigid, leaking, enflamed. I remembered the pleasure that had gone on and on the night before. Unpleasant as the throbbing in my head was, my cock was still throbbing along with the drums, and that I was enjoying. I gripped the furs and writhed in my sleeping alcove.

But my headache was getting worse.

Groaning, I got to my feet and stumbled over to the bucket and downed a few ladles of water before upending the bucket over my head. I gasped and panted as the cold water shocked me. I felt my nipples contract, going so rigid that it was near painful. I groaned in disappointment; the demands of my flesh unquenched by the cold water.

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I just wanted the pounding in my head to stop so that I could enjoy the drums again! I stomped over to the brazier and got the coals started; the motions thoughtlessly familiar. I was about to drop the first handful of herbs onto the coals when I froze, realizing something.

I was angry!

This wasn’t my first headache, why was this headache igniting emotions I’d not experienced in many hundreds of years? Shaking my head, disappointed in myself, I tossed the herbs onto the coals, and smoke swirled up around me. I breathed in deep and let out a sigh of relief as I felt my headache fade away, melting out of my brain to run down my insides, sticky, like syrup. My vision swam for a minute, and I settled onto the ground next to the brazier, watching the smoke rise, and feeling my cock throb.

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“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I let out a drawn-out moan that echoed through the cave. A thousand years of self-control, and now I was losing it all. I had to get myself under control! I’d almost mastered the spirit before… Before…

Maybe that was the problem. Maybe this was a normal part of the journey to enlightenment. I’d spent so much time mastering my mind and spirit that I had neglected mastery of my flesh.

Could that be it?

I remembered, again, my first years here and the struggle to master meditation. When a though crossed your mind, fighting it would only exacerbate the problem.

You had to accept the thought, or the feeling, and let it go.

Maybe I just had to accept these desires. I still hadn’t cum. Maybe it was time to just accept what I was feeling. And what I was feeling was heat.

I felt like giving in.

If I give in, maybe this will all go away.

I reached down and gripped my erection again, startling myself with the primal growl that escaped my throat as pleasure slammed into me. I froze, the shaking of my hand driving me wild. I knew that once I started, that would be it. This wouldn’t be like last night. If I started to stroke it, I wasn’t going to be able to restrain myself. I squeezed my eyes shut and, with full awareness of what I was doing, drove my fist down the full length of my erection, my foreskin tugging, everything overwhelming me.

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My eyes were wide open, unseeing, as my body twisted and writhed on the floor of my cave, dust and grit sticking to my skin. I didn’t care. All I cared bout was the pleasure. All I cared about was following along with the drums.

I felt it coming.

Sure, it had been 1000 years, but I remembered the oncoming rush. In a last-ditch effort to stop myself from giving in, I let go of my penis and threw my hands over my head, grasping frantically for something to hold on to.

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My eyes and mouth were all open in wide O’s as I realized that the orgasm wasn’t stopping. Each beat of the drums, each throb of my penis, brought me closer and closer to falling from the heights I’d struggled to hard to reach.

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“Awwwwwwww! The druuuuuuums!” I cried out as the deep, echoing beats seemed to masturbate me. I was being jerked off by the sound of drums. My head was swimming, I was delirious, I was… Pleasure exploded, and my vision went white as my body bucked and writhed on the dirty ground. I was vaguely aware of hot splashes raining down on my body, but I couldn’t do anything about that.

I couldn’t see.

I couldn’t think.

All I could do was…

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The pleasure finally faded, and my vision returned. I had to wipe cum from my eyes in order to see, and I looked down at my body in astonishment. I was covered in cum. There had never been this much of it in my youth!

But that didn’t hold my curiosity for long.

My penis was still hard. 

I could still see it bouncing to the drumbeats. 

Does it count as cumming if nothing comes out? I wondered, my hand snaking back down to my erection, now slick with my own seed. I started stroking myself again, keeping rhythm with the drums. Barely any time had passed before I felt myself near the edge again, my fist moving to the rhythm.

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“It won’t count if nothing comes out,” I panted softly. “Won’t count if nothing comes out… Won’t count if… If nothing comes out. Won’t, unh, count if… Nothinggggg… Commmmeeessssssssss UNNNNNNNN!” I stared in astonishment as my cock blasted more cum right into my face.

How do I have more? I wondered deliriously, gurgling and swallowing my own cum, my fist still moving to the steady rhythm.

Still moving.

Still…

I was done, I’d finished cumming, but my… My hand wasn’t stopping! I couldn’t stop! I was about to start panicking when the pleasure started to come back.

“Nnnnn, whaaa?” I cried out, confused. “Cannnnnnnn’t stoooooooop!”

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I came to, panting, hours later, laying in a pool of cum. The drums were still going, and I felt the echoing throbs in my penis, but I had to stop… I had to get myself under control. I got to my feet and stumbled to the mouth of my cave. 

I stared at the sunset-painted sky in awe. I’d been… All day… I shook my head, and turned to take the winding path up to the small lake that was the source of my water. I could hear the shift as nocturnal animals started to wake, but it was still warm enough to wash myself. I didn’t even stop, I just kept walking out into the water until my feet left the ground, and then I swam on to the center.

I floated on my back, staring up at the sky, watching the stars emerge. A millennium without masturbating, and now I’d spent the entire day unable to stop myself.

What is happening to me?

I lay there for a long time, pondering, watching the sky grow darker and darker. All the while I could hear it, muffled by the water.

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Chapter Four

The moon was high in the sky by the time I stepped out of the water, and the throbbing pleasure the drums were giving me almost made me cum again before I made It back to my cave. I stirred up the coals and set more smoke to swirling around the chamber. I settled onto my furs and just lay there, breathing it in, and feeling my body.

I was so aroused. Was it because I’d ignored this part of myself for so long? I just lay there, pondering, and listening to the drums.

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I gasped, and twisted, and rubbed my thighs together. It couldn’t be happening! I knew it couldn’t, but my body didn’t seem to know that. 

The drums were masturbating me, again.

I bucked, and writhed, and my eyes rolled back into my head as my toes curled. I howled like an animal, and twisted on my furs, spurting fresh cum across my body. And before I could get a grip on myself, before I could settle, before my orgasm was even completely over, the next one started to build.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I cried out, my pitch rising, as I felt the sensations start to build again. I was deliberately keeping my hands away from my penis, but that didn’t matter. Each drumbeat was sending a jolt of pleasure through my erection, bringing me closer and closer to another orgasm with each deep, resounding beat of the drums.

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I squealed, arching my back, and came again, only to feel the pleasure surge with renewed fury as soon as my orgasm was over. How long had it been? Twenty minutes? Two hours? 

And it was going to happen again.

As another orgasm slammed into me, I lost consciousness.

I was moaning when I woke up the next morning, close to cumming again right from the start. The furs beneath me were matted and sticky, and the cave smelled of cum and incense. 

Had it been happening to me all night, even while I was asleep?

I peeled myself out of be and crossed to the brazier to get fresh coals going.  I was so focused on getting to the incense that I didn’t realize I was out until I reached for it. I gasped and stared at the coals in horror, a faint throbbing already starting behind my eyes.

It was still two days until they were supposed to send more supplies. What was I going to do?

I left my cave and sat on my rock, staring down at the village, anxiously rubbing at the hand-smoothed stone. When the wind was right, some of the smoke made it up the mountain to me, but there was so little.

I needed to distract myself, so I reached down and started squeezing my penis with the drums again… Only…

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The beat had changed again. I had never cum to this one before, I thought, squeezing the middle of my erection in time with the beats. The pleasure distracted me from my headache, but I wasn’t… I wasn’t cumming like I had the day before.

My face went red with shame at the thought, but it was true.

My fist started to move up and down my shaft, desperate to coax out just one more load of cum. I climbed from the rock and lay in the grass, pumping away, frantic, as the sun moved across the sky, but I wasn’t cumming!

“Hnnnnnnn!” I cried out in frustration, getting to my feet. I needed to cum!  I needed incense! I ran back into the cave and grabbed my robe, pulling it on as I traversed the mountain path for the first time in 1000 years.

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Once I made it beneath the canopy of the towering trees that grew on the lower slopes of the mountain, the smoke from the incense became thick enough that I experienced some relief from my headache, as it slowly faded away. At the same time, my penis was bouncing and jerking beneath my robe.

The drums are masturbating me, again, I realized with a thrill of shame and excitement. And it was getting worse as I got closer, as the drums got louder.

I had to be close to the village by now. I half expected to see it every time I rounded a corner.

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“Ohhhhhh,” I moaned as I walked on. How was I this horny without cumming? It felt so good! My headache was gone, and I was so hard. I wanted to cum again, so bad. I started to tug my robe off over my head, dropping it onto the path behind me.

Wait, I thought, how am I going to go naked?

But that didn’t matter. What mattered was my erection. I gripped it and squeezed as I walked. 

The drums were getting louder.

The smoke was getting thicker.

I could see light ahead. Torches, by the look of it.

I rounded the corner, and I could see it there in front of me, for the first time: Aerendyl. The village that had supported me for so long. I walked forward, horny, confused, and needing more of that incense. I was almost to the wooden archway that marked the entrance to the village when I froze.

There, in front of me, I could see it. A thrill of terror shot up my spine, and I let go of my penis. The light was behind it, so I could only see the silhouette, but I still remembered. I’d seen those shapes before.

There was an orc in Aerendyl.

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