Short: Penis Conquest
A short story
Penis Conquer
By: Beefy the Bull
How to forge a blade...
The young human metal smith lay before me on his back in my bed, the fine pair of steel shackles I forced him to forge binding him helplessly. Naked on his back in my bed, his wrists locked to each other, he pressed them against my chest trying to stop my advances, blathering in his native tongue, but occasionally trying to speak in broken Latin:
"No more penis-conquer! No more penis-conquer!" he exclaimed tearfully in poor and heavily accented Latin.
With a smile, I withdrew and stood from the bed, pleased. I walked over to the desk where I sat and began to draw what I wanted in a blade with ink and quill. It would be a fine two had sword that this human would soon forge for me, the shackles he had forged innocently enough were superb, the steel was second to none, the fit and finish showed mastery of metal. He would make the blade for me with such passion and effort as the shackles; and it would truly be the best blade in all the kingdoms.