Title: Kaleth

Author: Leron S. Magilner

Fandom: Marvel

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Archive: Ask First

Feedback: leron7@yahoo.com

Disclaimer: All characters from the Marvel Universe are property of

Marvel Comics Inc. Any other characters that are not mine are also

not my property. No copyright infringement intended. All original

characters as well as the plot are the product of my imagination.

Summery: The creation of the Deathmakers and their release from the

Vadens.

Part 1: Beginnings

      The sun beat down upon his bare back. His small tan body gleamed with

sweat. The muscles in his arms rippled as he harvested his masters'

land. He wiped at his brow with the back of his hand. He looked out

across the field he was half done now. Of all his masters' serfs,

although the smallest he was the fastest. No clouds were visible in

the sky, which meant there would be no relief from the sweltering

summer heat. The sounds of birds as well as the other animals on the

farm could be heard in the distance. A few of the other serfs could be

heard whispering nearby. In the distance the majestic city of Greece

stood proudly against the horizon. Although he was no more than a

slave, Calthos he was proud to be part of Greece. Suddenly, from the

main house the mid-day meal bell echoed through the air. Calthos

finished tying up the bundles of wheat and made his way toward the

eating area near the main house. His masters' home was one of the

biggest and most ornate of all his surrounding neighbors. Its' walls

were made of the finest marble and its' roof of the best stone.

Statues of the various Greek Gods and Goddesses lined the pathway to

his door, the statues also being made of the finest marble.

Calthos made his way to the long table out back. Though mere slaves,

he and the others ate as well as his master. His master was a kind

man, not overly cruel in any way. He stood at least a good foot and a

half above Calthos, who was only five feet tall. His master had medium

brown hair, hazel eyes, and was fairly muscular. Calthos on the other

hand had dark hair and was not very muscular, but still in good shape.

His most unusual features were on his face. His eyebrows were sharp

and as dark as the hair on his head, he had thin pale lips, a sharp

straight nose, perfectly rounded ears, and strangest of all were his

eyes. They were black as night, not dark brown, but pitch black. This

in particular made for a rough childhood and caused some fear from

those around him. He picked up a plate for himself and a large mug.

After filling his plate with as much meat, cheese, fruit and bread as

he could, and of course filling his mug to the very top with wine he

sat down a little bit away from the others. It wasn't that he didn't

like them, or had no friends or lovers among them, it was just when he

ate did he like to be alone with his own thoughts. And since he had

been here a long time he was trusted enough to be alone without fear

of escape. He was the only one of the surfs who had been treated as

family some of the time. He had been slightly educated, given money on

occasion, trusted with important duties, allowed any of the young men

or ladies to warm his bed at night, and allowed into the house to

sleep. He also had the honor of being the masters favorite "bed

warmer". His master was always gentle and kind and never tried to harm

him in any way.

Calthos remembered the first time he had been chosen. He had been

absolutely terrified. His master had come into the room and lit a

single candle. He said not a word to Calthos. Calthos was already nude

and lying on the bed awaiting his master, unsure of what to expect or

do. His master lay beside him and gently touched his cheek, then

slowly moved his hand down to Calthos' chest and caressed it. He then

began to cover Calthos with kisses on his neck and lips, soft, gentle

and loving kisses. A fire began to arise in his manhood and as he

could see his masters' as well. His master felt this and with his

rough yet gentle hands, began to massage the now hard shaft and stroke

his smooth and supple balls. With his other hand his master took

Calthos' hand and directed him silently to do the same to him. His

master was not as large as Calthos, but it was hard and his balls were

soft and supple as well. His master then began licking Calthos'

nipples, and gently nibbled on them, making Calthos moan in pleasure.

He then moved down and began sucking on Calthos' member. He went slow

at first, sucking gently at the tip then slowly moving down the shaft.

He moved up and down gently scraping his teeth against it in an even

fluid motion. He would occasionally tease the tip with his tongue, or

rub his tongue up the length of the shaft. He also suckled each of

Calthos' balls in turn being ever so gentle. He stopped when he tasted

just a bit of Calthos' fluid leaking out.

It was now time for Calthos to do the same. His master moved up so

that his shaft was at Calthos' face. Calthos was hot all over, sweat

formed on his brow and his hairless, taught and tan chest. He knew

what his master had done but was not sure how exactly to do it

himself. He had no wish to anger his master, but wanted to pleasure

him badly. With women it was easy, but this was the first male he had

ever been with. His master sensed his apprehension and gently placed

his hand on the back of Calthos's head and made him slowly rub his

lips over the hard member. Calthos nervously opened his lips and mouth

and allowed his master to enter it. Calthos licked the hard and tangy

skin, and almost at once he understood what to do. Eagerly he began to

lick and suck with a fervor he had never known. He knew he was doing

well when his master moaned in ecstasy and he could taste a small

amount of the salty yet sweet taste of the ambrosia like liquid that

seeped from his masters' cock.

His master stopped him and brought him back up to face him. He once

again covered Calthos's face and lips with kisses. His master rolled

over to the table beside the bed. Calthos then realized that this was

the first time also that he had not been in a bed made of straw. This

bed was stuffed with countless feathers as were the silken pillows. On

the table his master had reached to was an earthen ware jar with a

carving of an olive on it. As soon as the lid was removed the strong

scent of olive oil hit his nostrils. It was a luxury to have such a

great quantity let alone such a fine brand by the aroma it gave off.

His master dipped one hand into it and began to rub it all over his

hands and still very erect member. Then he did the same to Calthos's

member, which made Calthos moan slightly in pleasure as the smooth

warm feeling of his masters' hands and the oil on him. He then had

Calthos get on all fours, reached his one hand between Calthos's

thighs and began to stroke him and massaging his balls again. Calthos

moaned with pleasure. Then his master began to rub his oiled fingers

against the outside rim of his buttocks just between the cheeks. It

felt strange but also arousing at the same time. Suddenly he felt a

strange sensation of pain along with the pleasure, as two then three

fingers were thrust inside his rectum. He almost jumped out of his

skin! But his master eased the tenseness by stroking his cock faster

and squeezing harder. His master slid his fingers in and out each time

the pain lessened as the pleasure increased. When Calthos began to

moan with pleasure his master removed his fingers and he could feel

the oiled and stiff member begin to slide gently into his rectum.

Calthos moan and shuddered with ecstasy. His master's cock filled him

inside and his own cock became so hard it hurt. His master pumped in

and out, slowly at first, but then faster and with more exuberance and

thrust. Calthos moaned louder with pleasure and finally his master

came inside of him exploding with pleasure. Calthos was happy that he

had been able please his master so and began to move from the bed, but

his master held to him firmly. To his surprise Calthos's master got on

all fours and oiled up his own opening. Calthos He nervously yet

excitedly got behind him and slowly entered. His master was tight but

it did not seem to hurt him, in fact his master shuddered with

pleasure. Calthos moved slowly, but his master thrust hard and fast

against him, squeezing Calthos's member inside of him tightly.

Shockwaves of before unknown pleasure overcame Calthos and he suddenly

came with an orgasmic cry that sent tingles and pinpricks throughout

his entire body. Again, Calthos began to leave his master's bed

thinking his duty to him was done for the night, but once again his

master held firm.

"You are my bed warmer tonight, are you not Calthos?" his master

whispered gently into his ear.

Calthos answered meekly. "Yes my master."

With that his master put his arms around Calthos, and their passion

having exhausted them they fell asleep in each other's arms.

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Because he had done well to please his master and continued to do so,

even better than the most experienced of his master's slaves, Calthos

was given special privileges that none of the others could have ever

dreamt of having. He was allowed to go into town alone to do shopping;

he was his master's aide at gatherings; and Calthos's most favorite

was that he was allowed to go into the forest on his master's land

completely unsupervised for walks. Calthos loved the quiet seclusion

the forest provided; there was even a small stream to swim in, and

much flora and fauna to appreciate.

      Over the next few years Calthos became more of a friend and

confidant. Whenever his master needed anything Calthos was there. Over

time Calthos became better at certain things than even his master was

expert in, and eventually as his master grew older he was given more

and more responsibility. His master's wife had died many years back

during childbirth, and for reasons even Calthos was not privy to he

never remarried or had adopted any children. So when his master saw

how well things were going with Calthos in his new position he held a

huge banquet to honor Calthos for his deeds and to even Calthos's

shock he named Calthos his heir. But the fates had other plans for

Calthos. One of the newer servants had become jealous of Calthos's

position and now his becoming heir of the master. He was a small wiry

man, with thin evil lips, brown hair and brown deeply hateful eyes. He

was also lazy, rude and a bully. He decided that Calthos would never

receive his reward, at least not which reward.

      While Calthos slept that night, Temrec, as he called himself, stole

Calthos's dagger that had been a gift from the master. He then crept

into the master's chamber. The master, who now was half-blind from old

age and ill could not see who it was who had entered the room.

      "Calthos my son, is that you?"

      In his best imitation of Calthos, Temrec answered.

      "Yes, master."

      "It is late is it not? Why are you not resting?"

      Without another word Temrec quickly plunged the dagger again and

again into the master's chest. The master died without even a scream.

Temrec then took the bloody dagger back to Calthos's room and placed

it hidden inside a gilded box on Calthos's desk.

      Calthos awoke to find five heavily armed guards from the city in his

room. All but one had their swords drawn and pointed at him.

      "Calthos, I am Captain Amalarn. You have been accused of murdering

your master and adopted father in an attempt to speed your receiving

the inheritance."

      Calthos could not believe what he was hearing! He stared blankly at

the Captain. At first he thought he was still asleep until from behind

the doorway to his room he saw Temrec sneaking a peak at him with an

evil sneer on his face.

      "Captain, may I ask what proof of this you have?"

      Normally as a slave you have no such right, but because of your

position in this house and your familiarity with people I know in town

I will answer that question."

      He produced the bloody dagger. Calthos was even more shocked when he

saw it.

      "We found this in your room hidden in a box. The man standing outside

your room called Temrec claims he saw you do it."

      Temrec's face immediately went from a sneer to a sad frown.

      "It was horrible sir. He just went mad and stabbed the master again

and again. He smiled as he did it and he seemed to enjoy it very much.

Thankfully he did not see me for I fear he may have killed me as well

as our poor master."

      Calthos fumed in anger at this lying, deceitful, evil man.

      "YOU LIE!!!! The master was my friend and even more than that. He was

the father I never knew!!!!! How dare you accuse me of killing him!!!!

I would rather die a thousand deaths in the most painful manners

imaginable than harm our master!!!!"

      The Captain stepped in front of Calthos with his hand on the hilt of

his sword.

      "Calm yourself Calthos or I shall have you put in shackles!! Can you

give any proof of your claim of innocence? Someone who may have been

with you or known that you indeed had been in bed all night?"

      Calthos would not and could not lie to the Captain. It would dishonor

his master's memory to do so.

      "No Captain, I cannot. I was alone all last night."

      Sadness came over the Captains face for a moment.

      `Then I am sorry Calthos, deeply sorry. Under our laws since there is

no proof of your innocence you will die tomorrow at sunrise. Half of

the servants and property shall go to the state, the other half of the

servants shall be set free, and the rest of the property and items

sold with the money given to those that have been freed as per your

masters will. Guards! Take him away!"

      Calthos did not struggle when the guards took him. Temrec smiled as

Calthos was taken from his home and friends. He swore that Temrec

somehow would pay for murdering his master. Tears formed in Calthos's

eyes. All of the people he loved and cared for would be separated,

Temrec would go unpunished, his dear master was gone, and tomorrow he

would die. He knew that if he truly wanted to he could escape; his

master had trained him well. But to do so would only make Temrec's

story more believable. So he decided to die with honor and the

knowledge that was innocent and he would soon again be with his master.

      As he was led out of the house he saw the faces of his friends and

fellow servants. He could see how upset they all were. Some looked at

him with great sadness and pity, others with shock. But they all knew

that Calthos could not have done what he was accused of, but as

servants they knew nobody would listen to their pleas, and they had no

proof to give of his innocence. All they could do was watch as their

friend and former future master was taken away to meet his doom.

Calthos could no longer hold his head high, hard as he tried, and

broke down in body wracking sobs.

      They threw him into a small dirty cell. There he would stay until the

morning, when they would come to him, take him outside to a pole, tie

him tightly and then behead him. He was given one last meal of the

finest foods because of his current status. He hardly ate and

eventually fell asleep on the dirt floor.

      He awoke suddenly in the darkest hours of the night. A strange sound

could be heard from outside his cell coming from the sky. It was a

quiet growl that sounded like the lions in the Coliseum. He looked

outside but saw nothing in the heavens. Then within the blink of an

eye the light shone brighter than any he had ever seen, rivaling that

of even the noontime sun. He stumbled backwards in shock and fear. Had

one of the Gods or Goddesses come for him? Had they come down from

their great home to help free him and prove his innocence? Would they

show that it had really been Temrec who had murdered his poor master?

As he contemplated all of this the wall of his cell was torn violently

outwards by some great invisible force. He then felt his feet lift off

the ground, and his body began to rise up and out of the cell. Soon he

would be back home with his friends and servants, taking his place as

the new master, and all would live happily and peacefully till the end

of their days. As he floated closer towards the light he began to feel

very tired. The Gods and Goddesses must want him to rest for the long

journey to their home. But as he let himself fall into a deep sleep he

heard a strange language, and quiet but evil laughter that made him

wonder if it was truly the Gods and Goddesses that had set him free.

Some small part of him became very afraid just as he lost total

consciousness.

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