Word soon spread throughout the lands that Rator had been defeated but that a new hero had emerged in the land. Tales of the mighty Talon soon spread among the people. “Ah a hero lives on in the realm,” Talon said as he rode to his new adventures. He gazed back at another following horse that was tethered to his saddle. The once smug Rator lay draped sideways across this mount. His ankles and feet were bound together under the horse’s belly causing his firm dimpled and utterly naked arse to face the sky above. On one of Rator’s butt cheeks Talon had branded his mark so all would know who finally took down the mighty Rator and held sole claim to the latter’s sweet arse!

  “Fuck,” Rator groaned as he suddenly began wiggling in his bindings. Talon looked at the bound formerly heroic warrior and sighed. He stopped his horse and quickly dismounted. Talon approached Rator’s head and grabbed his long hair. Quickly he yanked Rator’s head upward. “Ah coming out of it again.”

“No don’t,” Rator moaned as he realized what was to come.