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It had been a long day for Matthias Methuselah Mortimer, better known to all at Redwall Abbey as Mattimeo. The young mouse had been required to get up early that morning, which was now the tenth consecutive day he had done so. He was now a warrior in training, and the past nine days had been the hardest, most grueling of his young life. He had pushed himself to his physical limits, as well as his mental limits. As difficult as the whole experience had been, he was determined more than anything to complete his training so he, like his father, could proudly proclaim himself a true warrior.

Mattimeo groaned as he felt the pain of soar, aching muscles. He had just completed his second to last task of warrior training. The young mouse had been ordered by his father to run around the outside of the Abbey one hundred times. Knowing that such a feat would require great endurance, Mattimeo was careful to pace himself, as he did not wish to over exert himself. Panting, the young mouse almost had to crawl as he made his way back to the gatehouse where his family lived.

Matthias, the father of Mattimeo, sat in his chair in the living room of the gatehouse as his son made his way inside. He looked at the doorway as Mattimeo, barely able to walk, came inside. Matthias got to his feet to welcome the boy inside.

"So," said Mattimeo. "Did you run all one hundred laps like I asked you too?"

"Yes, father," said Mattimeo, his heart still racing as he panted, trying to catch his breath.

"Very good," said Matthias as he helped his son over to a chair next to his own. "I am very proud of you, son. You've shown great courage, perseverance and strength during your training, and never once did you complain or fail to do anything that I asked of you. Obedience is crucial to a warrior in training, and you have done splendidly."

"Thank you," said Mattimeo, happy to be sitting down and regaining his breath. "It wasn't easy."

"It's not meant to be," said Matthias. "If it were easy, anyone could be a warrior. It takes a beast of great character to attain that title, especially a warrior of Redwall Abbey. Now, once you're ready, you can go to the back of the house. I made sure to prepare a bath for you."

"Wonderful," said Mattimeo, genuinely glad to hear that he would be getting a much needed bath soon. "I just need to rest a few more minutes, and then I'll go bathe."

"Good," said Matthias. "After you're done with your bath, I want you to see me in my room. I'll let you know what you're final task is at that time."

Mattimeo continued sitting there for some time, wondering just what his father had planned for his final task. Matthias had been very detailed in explaining everything that he had planned for him. The young mouse had went through sword training, sparring, strength training, sleeping alone in Mossflower Woods, and many other things, but Matthias had kept his final task a complete mystery. Being as disciplined and as obedient as he was, Mattimeo thought it best not to ask his father any questions about what he had planned, knowing that he would find out in time.

"I'm going to go bathe now," said Mattimeo, having finally felt comfortable enough to get up and walk again.

"Very well," said Matthias. "I have clean clothes back there for you after you're finished bathing."

The young mouse went to the back part of their home where the wash tub was. He opened the door to the room and could instantly feel the steam from the hot water in the tub. Closing the door, he stripped his clothes off and climbed into the tub, letting his right foot in first to gauge the temperature of the water. It was perfect; not too hot, nor too cold. He put his other foot in and let himself slide down into the tub so that only his head was above the water. The hot water was so incredibly soothing to his soar body. Mattimeo decided that he was just going to remain like this for awhile before he got down to washing himself.

Once the hot water had sufficiently relaxed the young mouse, he stood up and went to work scrubbing himself. He grabbed hold of a bar of lavender soap that was beside the tub and lathered up his body. The soap not only washed away all the sweat, dirt, oil and grime that he had accumulated throughout the day, but it also had a very pleasant scent to get rid of the stench of body odor. Mattimeo scrubbed hard at his body, wanting to get as clean as possible. He was surprised at just how much good the bath was doing for him. All the aches and pains that he had felt when he had walked into his home seemed to just melt away from the hot water, and the soap made him smell fresh and clean. Rinsing himself off thoroughly, Mattimeo stepped out of the tub and took hold of a towel that his father had put in the room. The young mouse dried himself off completely before he put his clean clothes on. Now that he was clean, he went back to his father's room to find out what his final task was.

Mattimeo went to the door of his father's room and knocked on it. He heard his father order him to come inside. Opening the door, he saw that there were several candles burning inside the room. His father stood by the foot of the bed.

"Close the door," said Matthias.

Mattimeo closed the door and walked over to his father. "I'm ready for my final task."

"Good mouse," said Matthias. "Mattimeo, there is a ritual that takes place between a Master Warrior and his apprentice that goes back to ancient times. You see, the bond between the two is something sacred, something that no one can truly understand until they have gone through it. So, are you willing to go through with this, no matter what it is?"

"I am," said Mattimeo confidently.

"Very well," said Matthias. "Take off your clothes."

Mattimeo was stunned by his father's order, but his training had taught him not to show any surprise or hesitation. The young mouse removed his clothes and stood completely naked in front of his father.

"I'm glad that you did that without any objections or uncertainty," said Matthias. Mattimeo watched as his father stripped off his own clothes. The young mouse had never even seen dad without a shirt on, but here he was seeing him completely naked for the first time in his life. He marveled at the older mouse's physique. Matthias, was lean, without an ounce of fat on him. Mattimeo saw his father's muscular arms and chest and his chiseled, well-sculpted abdomen. The young mouse hoped that he too could achieve such a figure one day.

"Mattimeo," said Matthias. "Do you know what we're going to do now?"

"We're going to be intimate, aren't we?" answered the young mouse.

"We are," said Matthias, reaching behind his son and placing his paws on the young mouse's rump. "This is a bond that a warrior has with his apprentice. Will you be intimate with me?"

"I will," said Mattimeo.

Matthias smiled. "I knew you would agree to this."

Mattimeo felt his father's paws rubbing at his rump, and the stimulation felt surprisingly good to him. Matthias leaned his head down, placing his mouth on his son's mouth. Mattimeo closed his eyes as he and his father kissed. The young mouse could feel his father's muscular frame against his own. Matthias' muscles were almost as hard as rock, no doubt from all the training and exercising he did on a daily basis. Mattimeo moved his own paws behind his father, massaging the older mouse's back as the two made out there in the master bedroom of the gatehouse. The young mouse could feel his own cock growing hard from arousal. Matthias gently broke their kiss and moved back two steps. Mattimeo looked down, seeing that his father's cock was also hard. Just as he had marveled at Matthias' muscles, he was also struck by just how big his father was in between his legs. Matthias rubbed at his own cock until it was fully erect.

"Get on your knees, Mattimeo," said Matthias.

Just as he had done throughout the entirety of his training, Mattimeo did as he was told without question or complaint. He knew what was coming next. Though he had never told either of his parents, or Abbot Mordalfus, he and his friends Tim and Sam had been sneaking out late at night to suck and fuck each other, so it was not as though he was without experience in pleasuring another male.

"Open your mouth and take me," ordered Matthias.

Mattimeo placed a paw underneath his father's balls, holding them in place, while with the other paw he took hold of the cock. Closing his eyes, he opened his mouth as his father had told him and slowly let the shaft enter into him. He could hear his father exhale pleasurably as his lips rubbed against his cock, stimulating it even further. Mattimeo slowly bobbed his head up and down on the cock, wanting more than anything to please his father and trainer. He felt his father's paws rubbing his ears affectionately.

"Ah, such a good mouse," said Matthias, his eyes closed, savoring his son's lips sliding up and down the length of his cock. "Keep sucking just like that."

Mattimeo did as he was told, sucking at the slow and steady pace that his father wanted. Nothing in the young mouse's mind told him that there was anything wrong with this. His father had never done anything to harm him, and he did enjoy being with other males. He was greatly enjoying just how big his father was. Even though his friend Sam was a squirrel, and therefor naturally bigger than a mouse, he still didn't possess the sword that his father did.

"Get ready, Matty," said Matthias.

Mattimeo prepared himself for his father's climax. He heard the long, drawn out groan of his Matthias as the older mouse shot his load into his son's mouth. Mattimeo was stunned by just how big a load he was taking in. There were plenty of times that he had sucked off Tim and Sam after the two of them had gone without ejaculating for several days, but even then there loads weren't as big as what he was receiving. Not wanting to displease his father, Mattimeo drank down every little drop he was givenbefore letting the saliva and cum covered dick slide out of his mouth. He looked up at his father.

"That was very good, son," said Matthias. "I have to ask, did you enjoy that?"

"I did," said Mattimeo, being completely honest.

"I knew you would be quite good at that, seeing as how you've had plenty of practice with Tim and Sam."

Those words sent a chill down Mattimeo's spine. Try as he might, he couldn't hide the look of horror that was on his face as he rose to his feet. Matthias just smiled at his son.

"It's alright, Matty," said the older mouse, attempting to comfort his son. "I've known for quite some time that you've been doing that and it's no big deal."

"Really?" said Mattimeo. "You're not angry?"

"Not in the least," said Matthias. "If you must know, there are times that I've sneaked out of the Abbey late at night with Basil."

Again, Mattimeo was stunned by his father's words. He would have never guessed that his own father had feelings for other males, but he did.

"I had no idea," said Mattimeo.

"It's true," said Matthias. "Basil was the one I performed this ritual with, and we decided to keep doing that on a regular basis."

"Wow," said Mattimeo. "So, is there more to the ritual?"

"There is," said Matthias, already feeling his cock growing hard once more. "Go lie down on the bed."

Mattimeo laid down on his parents' large bed and saw his father walk over to the end of it. "Since you've already been playing with other males, I'm fairly certain you know what's coming next, don't you?"

"I do," said Mattimeo with a grin.

Matthias took hold of his sons legs and moved them apart. Rubbing at his cock, he looked down at his son, seeing his hard cock and tail hole. He put his right paw on his son's cock, rubbing it slowly, sensually. Mattimeo moaned from the contact, wanting his father to keep going. As Matthias rubbed his son's cock, he took his own cock and rubbed the head of it against Mattimeo's tail hole. He took his time shoving the head of his cock into his son, letting the boy's insides get used to his size. Mattimeo gritted his teeth as his ass was stretched by the invading member. The young mouse was a top, and had only tried bottoming once for Tim, finding out that he did not enjoy it, but this was different; this was the final phase in his training and he was determined to go through with it.

Satisfied that Mattimeo was used to the pressure, Matthias inserted himself in even farther, but Mattimeo was completely relaxed at this point, knowing that tensing up would only make this painful. Putting his paws on his son's sides, Matthias shoved in the remainder of his length into the boy. Mattimeo groaned pleasurably as he then felt his father moving his cock in and out of his ass. He locked eyes with the older mouse, seeing that his father was greatly enjoying this. At that moment, he felt closer to his father than he ever had in his life. Matthias, still thrusting in and out of his son's butt, looked down smiling at the boy.

"You like this don't you?" asked Matthias.

"I love it," said Mattimeo, hearing and feeling his dad's ballsack slapping against his ass.

"Then get ready for this," said Matthias in a loud tone.

Mattimeo heard the sound of the door opening, and looking past his father figure, he saw his mother Cornflower standing in the door. He yelped, trying to get up from the bed, but he was held down by his father.

"Just stay there, Matty," said the older mouse. "How are you this evening, Cornflower?"

"Just fine," said the female mouse, looking at her husband as he continued fucking their son. "But I think you need one more for this party."

"Indeed we do," said Matthias.

Mattimeo watched as his mother stripped her clothes off and came over to him. He couldn't believe what he was seeing as his own mother placed her paw on his own hard cock. He shivered from the contact, but did not pull away. He just kept watching as Cornflower climbed onto the bed, her head just over his cock as she moved her pussy into her son's face. The females mouse opened her mouth and took in the boy's member, making him groan more loudly than ever before. With her pussy in his face, Mattimeo knew what he had to do without being asked. Taking his tongue, he licked at his mother's clitoris. The female mouse groaned loudly with her son's dick in her mouth. So, now the Warrior family was all going at it together. Matthias kept plowing away at his son's butt, pleased that the boy's tightness felt so good against his cock.

Licking away at his mother's pussy, Mattimeo felt himself getting closer and closer to his own orgasm. All the time that he'd been pleasuring his father only made him hornier and hornier, so there wasn't much keeping him from blowing his load into his mother's mouse. Feeling the himself almost ready to explode, he licked harder and faster on his mother, who, still with the young mouse's cock in her mouth, groaned loudly. The truth was that the female mouse was so aroused herself that it didn't take Mattimeo much time before he had made his mother climax, which coincided with his own ejaculation. His mother, satisfied with the job her son had done, got up off the bed and stood at the side, watching her husband fuck their son. Matthias, having already climaxed earlier, took much longer to reach his second orgasm. Mattimeo's still hard penis smacked against his stomach with every thrust his father threw into his butt. The older mouse panted, sweating all over his body as he gave his son everything that he had. Mattimeo moaned loudly, loving the older mouse's member rubbing against his prostate as he was fucked almost senseless.

"Oh," said Matthias. "Here it . . . comes!"

With one final, powerful thrust, Matthias slammed his cock all the way into the boy. Mattimeo could feel a powerful stream of cum spraying inside his ass, which by some miracle, was even bigger than the first load he had taken from his father. Completely spent, Matthias, his cock still inside Mattimeo, leaned forward, resting his paws against the bed. Mattimeo took his own paws and rubbed at his father's muscular chest and stomach.

"That was unreal," said Mattimeo. "Thank you, Dad."

"You're welcome," said Matthias. "And congratulations, you're now a warrior."

Mattimeo took in those words. He was now a full fledged warrior, ready to defend Redwall Abbey if the occasion ever arose, though he hoped to live the rest of his life in peace.

"That was certainly entertaining," said Cornflower. "I suppose you boys will be doing this on a regular basis, no?"

"We will if Matty wants to," said Matthias. "What do you think, Matty?"

"I'd love that," said the boy. "In fact, would . . . would you and Basil be willing to take Tim, Sam and I out camping sometime?"

Matthias grinned. "I take it you want us to join in your boys' fun?"

"I do," said Mattimeo. "That would be incredible."

Matthias smiled at his son, who returned the smile. What a day it had been for the young boy. He'd completed his warrior training and his father and Basil would be accompanying him with Tim and Sam the next time they went camping. Mattimeo could only imagine the fun they would have that night.