Desert Nights

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The sun was just setting in the topaz colored sky when the auctions started. Tents that could hold up to 200 people were lined up along the only river. Though to call them tents was an understatement, a better word would be Pavilion… Each one was split into two sections by a curtain and a stage near the center. The side next to the river was for the various slave pens, and their keepers. The adjacent side was filled with padded benches for both bidders and spectators.

This particular auction was held once a year, and only for those with a vast amount of wealth. These were the slaves of the Kings, Lords and other nobles with enough gold to throw around. Trained in matters of Court, to sing and dance –and some even to read. Only the most beautiful and skilled were sold here.

With a shiver that had nothing to do with being cold, a young elf watched as the first slave was taken to the stage. Like all elves he had elongated ears that ended in a soft point, and angular features. His skin was the deep natural tan of those that lived in the desert, and there the similarities ended. His shoulder length hair was pure white, and his eyes a startling red. Not the color of blood though –Rather like the flesh of a plum instead. Both of these were rare traits, to have them both was astounding.

The Slave Master had high hopes for him to say the least. And hopes were high tonight as rumors said that several members of the High Court would be visiting. With a deep sigh, the elf closed his eyes and waited his turn. This would be his first time on the stage. What would it be like to be paraded around before so many people? Pushing that thought away as it made him want to squirm, he sighed.

“Hey you, stand up and dust off. Your almost up.” This was accompanied by a hard poke in the back with a riding crop. “Yes Master Haiden.” He said standing up as he was told. Dusting off whatever dirt he could see he licked his lips and moved forward at the harsh guards command. The plain white loincloth he was wearing would be replaced before he went on stage, so he didn’t fuss with it to much. “Go on to the grooms’ boy. Reid wants you looking all pretty for them folk tonight.”

Nodding to show he understood, he moved to the far side of the pen, looking for the Head Groom. He thought it was ironic that she was female, but said nothing. He was after all just a slave. “Mistress Maggie?” he called softly. A woman in her late fifties walked over and grinned down at him. “Well ‘ello there Kamo dearie, I was wonderin when they was gonna send you over. Come on over ta the gate and we’ll get you all nice lookin then.” Kamoku –or “Kamo” as Maggie called him- smiled slightly and moved over to the gate where she ushered him to the washing area.

“First things first dear, off with that ugly thing.” She said, plucking at the loincloth. “We just finished with your new one this morn… Eric! Bring me Kamoku’s new coverings eh? And the oils too!”

“Yes ma’am!” While she and the boy got things ready, he stripped out of the offending fabric and held it close. Slave he may be, but he was still modest... Looking over at Maggie he noticed that her once sable colored hair now had heavy streaks of gray, and she had more wrinkles around her eyes that he remembered.

When she came back to take away the old loincloth he asked her, “Mistress Maggie, how long have I been here?” She though about that for a bit, while rubbing a wet cloth over Kamoku to get rid of any dust. “I’d say about thirty odd years… and you came to us when you were just a toddler. You were three I think.”

“Oh, thank you.” He said softly. After he had been cleaned to her high standards, almond oil with gold dust mixed in was rubbed into his skin while his hair was brushed out until it shined. When the new loincloth was held up so he could see, Kamoku gasped. “Oh it’s just lovely!” he exclaimed, touching it tentatively with a fingertip.

A strip of solid red silk –the same color of his eyes- would cover his genitals and ass, while red gauze shot through with silver thread would make a skirt around his thighs. “We though you would like it Kamoku.” Eric said –a boy of 16 with the same sable hair that his mother once had. “Thank you Master Eric, Mistress Maggie…” he said, slipping it on and twirling. Laughing softly as the fabric billowed around him.

“We have one more thing that Master Reid wants you to wear.” Eric said, touching Kamoku’s arm. “Hmmm..?” he asked, looking at him. The boy was holding up a silver collar. With a sigh he nodded and moved his hair aside. “Just think of it as a thick necklace… And it really makes you look fantastic...” Eric said clasping it around Kamoku’s neck.

Just then a man came up. “Is he ready?” he asked. Master Reid was tall, at least 6 foot, with hair the color of tar, and dark blue eyes. “Yes Master Reid, everything is ready for you.”

“Good. Come on Elf,”

“Yes Master.” He said, bowing to the other two before walking over to the Slave Master, eyes politely downcast. A surprisingly soft hand came up under Kamoku’s chin and lifted his gaze up. Reid looked him over, then with a grin that could have meant anything at all, clipped a matching silver chain onto the collar. Pulling Kamoku along by it he mounted the stairs and the stage. Kamoku gasped and blinked against the bright lights as he was led forward. The leash he was attached to was hooked on a pole in the center of the stage.

“My Honored guests, may I present to you, the crown jewel of tonight’s entertainment?” Reid said, his voice echoing slightly. Now that Kamoku could see, he looked out at the large crowd. It was obvious that people of wealth stood there, their richly colored silks like a wave of color, and the starts of their jewels glinting in the torchlight. Walking around Kamoku he grinned. “Before you for your consideration is a Desert Elf, with not only white hair, but plum red eyes as well! He’s been trained for everything a Lord or Lady might want! Court, singing, dancing! He knows how to properly dress one for occasions of importance, he can read and write, even play the harp and flute! I tell you my friends, He is the perfect pet. And to top it off,” here he stepped closer to Kamoku and laid his hands on his shoulders. “He is a virgin.” There was a collective gasp at this, and whispers of excitement. “For thirty-five years he has been untouched and untried, left to whoever would buy him tonight to train in bed.”

Reid waited until the murmurs died down to continue. “Now, Shall we start the bidding at Ten thousand?”

Kamoku –who was to be silent through out the transaction- blushed hotly. Around him the bid price grew higher and more competitive. It was true he was a virgin, but that didn’t mean he had no clue about sex. That thought almost made him laugh. He may not have had sex, but he’d definitely seen it. Some of the things he had seen frightened him, others had caught his interest. And though he had never been kissed, or touched in anyway that might be considered sensual, he knew that he was drawn to men.

“One hundred thousand!” A voice from the back shouted. There was shocked silence after those words. Very few people could afford that much. And all of them had close ties to the king. When no other bid was forthcoming, Reid nodded. “Sold, to the gentlemen in the back for one hundred thousand travons!” he said, naming the primary way of payment, a travon being a gold coin about as wide as three fingers and as thick as a piece of silk that had been folded three times.

Licking his suddenly dry lips Kamoku began to shake. This was it… he was bought and was to be taken away from all he could ever remember. As Haiden led him of the stage the elf fought to keep his panic under control. It had taken less than ten minutes for then to transpire.

Reid followed them out a few moments later, going over a note marked with the seal of house Draven. Looking up he grinned and clapped Kamoku on the shoulder, though he was looking at Haiden. “Take him to Stable number six. Duke Orion Draven will be waiting for you and Kamoku.”

“Yes Milord.” Tugging on the leash he got Kamoku moving again. Hugging himself, he took a deep breath. [i]‘I’ll be alright’[/i] he told himself.

It was a quiet walk, and a long one. Or it seemed long to the small elf. Though he was of average height at five foot five, he was naturally thin. And he had a tendency to slouch slightly. When they arrived at the stables a page was there to greet them. Bowing deeply to the guard, he introduced himself. “I am Cole M’lord. Duke Draven ordered me to take the slave from you once you arrived. Would you like any refreshments?”
As he handed the leash over he shook his head. “No. But thank your lord anyway. I must get back to the slave pens.”

“As you wish Sir.” The lad said. Tugging on the leash he drew Kamoku forward and toward the near-by inn. “Come along now, the duke is going to spend the night here, and since you are now his, you will be in the room also.”

“Yes Sir.” Following along –as if he had a choice…- Kamoku looked around. So, he was going to meet with his new master… in his room…probably alone… Biting his lip the elf shuddered. Hopefully it would be quick. As he was lead through the common room, Kamo was aware of the looks he was given and kept his eyes down, blushing. He must look a sight, half naked and being led by a silver chain leash!

Mounting a second set of stairs for the night he was relieved to be out of the sight of the men and women below. The page knocked on the third door and was answered but a terse “Come on!” Opening the door he bowed and gently pushed Kamoku forward. “The elf that M’lord bought. Has he not returned yet?”

The man shook his head. “No, but you may leave. I’ll watch him until Orion arrives.”

“As you may sir.” The Page said, handing over the leash. Bowing the boy quickly departed.

“Well… My name is Seth. And you are?” he asked, motioning for Kamoku to sit on the bed next to him. Doing so he said softly, “Kamoku, Master Seth.”

The man smiled and leaned back. “My brother will probably be along soon.” He commented, grinning at the elf. Kamoku found himself growing wary of the other man, not particularly liking how he was acting. Sitting back up, Seth grasped Kamoku’s arm and pulled him into his lap. “So,” he whispered, “is it true that an elf ears are so sensitive they’re like a secondary sex organ?” he asked, making Kamoku blush. “I...I d-don’t know M’lord…” he stammered.

“Well let’s find out shall we?” the man said as he pulled Kamoku’s head to the side using his hair. His other hand left his arm to start playing with his ear.

Gasping, Kamoku bit his lip and whimpered. His hear was beating faster now, and with embarrassment he felt his loins stirring. The grip on his hair was painful, and he couldn’t move his head without cause himself more pain. Bracing his hands on the other man’s thighs he bit his lip and shuddered. He heard a dark chuckle next to his ear. “So, all it takes it a little ear play to turn an elf into a slut…”

He almost cried out then the hand left his ear, and moaned when it dropped to his waist and pulled the loin cloth away. He wasn’t quite sure what he had been expecting, but the pain he received made him scream. It was like a thousand red hot knives had been stabbed into the flesh at the base of his cock. Even though the pain was almost unbearable, he didn’t move. Thirty plus years of training held him in place even though all he wanted to do was run from the pain. As hot tears ran down his cheeks, Master Seth laughed and started to play with his ears again.

He didn’t get far. Thundering footfalls came up the stairs and the door was thrown open. “Seth, what in the hells are you doing?!”

“Oh relax brother. I was just having a little fun with the new toy...”

“I will not relax! He is for the King, and you will NOT ruin him like you did the last two!” Seth rolled his eyes and set the still crying Kamoku back on the bed. “I did not ruin them; I simply exposed them to the greater realm of pleasure and pain.”

“Well you won’t for him. I swear if I catch you, or even here a rumor that you’ve touched him again, I will cut off your damned hands and balls!” Seth just gave him a look and crossed his arms over his chest. “Fine, I won’t touch him again.”

“Good, now get out and go to your own room. Your own slave is waiting for you. Go play with him.” Grumbling, Seth stood and walked out, muttering something along the lines of ‘not as much fun as they new ones’. Turning back to Kamoku, Lord Draven looked over him and frowned.

Kamoku looked up at him and noted they he looked much like Lord Seth. They both had auburn hair, they same innocent seeming brown eyes and pale skin. Just from that alone he knew they were not from the desert. The uneasiness that Kamoku had felt around Seth was missing here and he sighed in relief. He laid still as Master Draven looked at him and then after a few moments turned his face into the bed sheets. He didn’t know if he should apologize or just be quiet. After another moment he looked back over to Draven and licked his lips. “Have I displeased you Master Draven?” he asked.

For some odd reason this made the man smile and shake his head. “No. You have not displeased me. Get your rest tonight, and eat when the food arrives. Tomorrow we begin our trip across the sands to the Springs of Life. You’ll be meeting your true master there.” He said as he came forward and removed the leash attached to the collar.

“Yes Master Draven.” The man smiled and then left the room, leaving Kamoku alone with his thoughts. So, this man had bought him as a gift to the king then? Gasping he slowly sat up and pulled his loin cloth back into place, hissing some. On the other side of the wall he could hear two people speaking, one that sounded like Seth, the other voice was someone he wasn’t familiar with. He heard a muffled cry and the beginnings of a very rough lovemaking session. Mentally cursing his ears –and covering them for good measure- Kamoku sighed.

The food when it came was wonderful, the best he’d ever had really. Roasted meat with gravy poured over it and all sorts of vegetables. The wine was to strong for him so he drank it sparingly.

After finishing what he though to be the best meal of his life he moved back onto the bed and curled up, pulling the blankets around him to help protect from the cool night air. He wondered what the king would be like. Would he be like Seth, with his cruel hands? Or would he be something else entirely? Curling into a tight ball Kamoku closed his eyes and sighed. He didn’t think he would last long if he was like Seth, that man scared him terribly.

He chased such thoughts around for what seemed like hours, until he finally slipped into the realm of dreams.
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“Wake up elf. It’s time to leave.” Sitting up and blinking to clear his eyes, Kamoku nodded and looked around. It was the page from last night that had woken him up. He was ushered from the bed and directed to sit on a stool. “Now, as both Duke and Earl Draven are going to be busy today, I’m going to be in charge of you.” He stepped up behind Kamoku and picked up a brush from the bedside table. As he brushed out the elf’s hair he continued to tell Kamoku how the morning would proceed.

“We’ll be going down stairs for breakfast, and after that we will go to the caravan. You will be transported in a gypsy style hut by the Dukes orders. If you have to relive your self do so before we leave, after that you will have to use the chamber pot provided. Understand?”

“Yes M’lord.”

“Good.” He paused and smiled, setting the brush aside. “Perfect. Now, let’s go downstairs.” Kamoku nodded and followed him out, playing with the collar, trying to get it more comfortable. It was a useless endeavor, but he still had to try. He was relived to see that the common room didn’t have as many people as it had the night before, though he did still get stared at.

Keeping his eyes down cast he followed Cole to the table and nervously sat down on the chair as he directed. [i]He[/i] thought it was odd that he was being allowed to sit there, yet Cole didn’t seem to notice at all as he ordered their food. Unfortunately –as Kamoku saw it at least, - the table they were at was directly next to a window, and as they waited for the food he became aware that he was once again the object of unwanted attention.

Grumbling softly Cole stood up and made a rude gesture, which was followed by the small crowd that had gathered at the window disbanding. Looking up at Cole Kamo licked his lips. “May I ask a question of you Master Cole?”

The boy looked up from where he had been tracing patterns on the tabletop and nodded. “Yes what is it?”

“Last night I heard I was to be delivered to the King… How far away is it?” he asked somewhat lamely. The original question had been, ‘is he nice?’ but he had decided that it wasn’t his place to ask that…

“About a week’s journey, we’ll be traveling along the river for the first few days so water isn’t a worry. The other leaned back in his chair and smiled as the serving girl came back with their food. Motioning for Kamoku to eat he dug in himself. He could have been eating sand for all he cared.

With the food sitting like a lead weight in his stomach he was led to what looked like a small bedchamber on wheels. Climbing inside he sat down on the bed and looked out of the small window. “Well I suppose it could be worse. At least I’m being given to a king. Even if I am a bed-warmer…” he blushed lightly at this and lay down on the lumpy bed. Outside he could hear at least twelve other people getting ready. There were horses to be hitched up, people to be found… the general chaos of it all was confusing. Even though he was alone in the caravan, and the door closed Kamoku knew he wasn’t alone. There were two people guarding him. Wither or not it was to keep him in or someone out was a moot point.

Humming softly to occupy the time he waited until at last the marching order was given and they were on their way. Looking up through the window at the passing sky he shivered. On to his new life…