Garden of Ashes

Chapter 1

It was just before dawn. Travel was the first one to awake. He sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes. Faintly, in the distance he could discern the sound of horses coming up the walk way. Travel leapt from his bed and ran to the window. He stood on his toes and pressed his face through the bars, yearning for a glance of the approaching stranger. The metal of his chastity belt clanked gently against the cold stone wall as he strained.
At the bottom of the hill, the horseman came into view. Travel’s heart sank to see that he was human, but he drew nearer, Travel could make out the emblem on his jacket. He knew the rider came from a powerful house. He was confident, and looked well cared for.
“This could be my chance.” thought Travel.

The Hithers were a proud race. The history of their arrival is blurred with time and myth. Humanity had passed many tales that they had come from the sky or up from the ground. Other’s still believed that the Hithers were humanity evolved. They looked much like humans, but stood seven feet tall at their shortest. The most recognizable difference was their eyes. Colorless, and without pupils. Most humans found this terrifying, but Travel had always thought they looked distant, almost sad. Like they longed for the place that they had come from, even after all of these generations.

Travel was lucky, well luckier then most, to have been bred into a training school for the high priced. His keepers, the Hithers, as were the keepers of all humans, had trained him to pleasure the highest bidder who took him. From the beginning of each human life bred into the school, they were taught the strictest rules of obedience, and to guard and value their virginity above all else. At the age of eighteen their destiny was determined. Each male was brought before a panel and named. Their bodies carefully inspected and their potential discussed. Travel had been placed in the highest rank. He would be groomed and trained specifically for only the most important of his keepers. The rest were sold in bulk to the brothels, their life expectancy short. There were other schools, for manual labor mostly, but Travel had secretly enjoyed his lot.

His selection to the highest rank only increased his vanity. He had been moved to a room with others of his rank, and no longer slept with his hands restrained. He was given a chastity belt, as none of them were allowed to engage in intercourse or pleasure themselves. Their bodies belonged entirely to their future owners. The belt had taken some time to get used to. A series of metal rings imprisoned his cock. They were supported by a thick leather strap that bound his purse and expanded to fit tightly against his backside. Protecting his anus from even the penetration of a hair. He wore it proudly.
It was at this time his true training began. He was taught a series of positions, as some like to keep their pets a statues. In time Travel was able to lay for hours on his stomach with cock draw behind him and his hole flushed, exposed and waiting patiently. He was taught how to pleasure the master he dreamed of orally, how to swallow fully and stimulate every opening. The most excruciating of his lessons was that of self restraint. He would stand for hours fully erect with his hands at his side, fighting the ever growing urge to relieve the aching and throbbing of his swollen balls and pulsing cock. Others fell to their knees in tears and began furiously pumping their shafts until they were taken away and paddled for their disobedience, but Travel never broke; he never even leaked.