Time & Reign

Chapter 2

Nokutu-ran awoke disorientated. He was laying on a matt up against a wall in a large well lit room. He tried to stand and get his bearings, but a sharp pain immediately shot through where his flesh had been torn, and he feel back against the matt. Reality rushed back to him.
“Give it time. You shouldn’t try to walk yet.”
Nokutu-ran turned over on his stomach and saw another Itin sitting on a matt behind him.
“And don’t wipe off the ointment, let it dry. You’ll heal sooner.” The second Itin said.
Nokutu-ran reached down between his legs and felt the sticky liquor that coated his wound.
“How long have I been passed out?” Nokutu-ran asked.
“Since they brought you in last night, and all through today.”
“What is your name?”
“Wren. Well, Wren-lav now.”
“You were sent with Selav then?”
“Yes.” Wren-lav replied quietly.
Nokutu-ran hesitated before he spoke again. “There was another one with us, … from the South Fold…”
“He didn’t return last night.” Wren-lav said, looking towards the barred window.
“Perhaps he was sent back to Foln with Hensu.” Nokutu-ran remarked.
Wren-lav looked across the room at the third matt in the corner. It was stained heavily with blood. “Perhaps.” He whispered.
Nokutu-ran turned and looked at the third matt, and knew the true answer.
The two Itin sat in silence until an attendant entered with a guard. The guard remained in the doorway as the attendant entered the room. She carried a bowl of ointment and a bag.
“Come on now, lift up.” She said to Wren-lav. He lifted his waist up from the matt and she parted his legs. She looked carefully at the broken ring. “Good, no sign of infection.” She took a small rounded peg from the bag, and gently pressed it into Wren-lav’s opening. He grimaced.
“Does this still hurt?” she asked.
“Not as much as it did this morning.” Wren-lav answered.
“You seem to be healing very well.” She said with a smile and removed the peg. She then applied some of the ointment, and began working it gently inside. “You’re strong enough now to finish this yourself.” She said removing her finger. She watched as Wren-lav carefully fingered the ointment into himself. “Good, very good. Now don’t stop until it begins to get sticky, then let it dry.” Wren-lav nodded.
She then moved over to Nokutu-ran. She lifted his backside, and spread it wide. “Not as red anymore” she said and patted his bottom. She then took the peg, and slid it slowly inside. Nokutu-ran gasped.
“You didn’t scream, that’s a good sign.” She said, then removed it and began to work in more ointment.
“You’re lucky” she said looking down at Nokutu-ran. “Captain Ketheran has never had an Itin of his own before, all of the ones that he’s shared from others have been treated decently and healed quickly. You will probably live for several years.”
“What about Master Selav?” Wren-lav asked.
She looked sadly across to him, and said nothing. Wren-lav laid his head back and cried.


Ketheran met King Telarmin in one of the many courtyards of Targov Hall. Targov Hall was the archaic name. It was much more then a hall. It was a great tower that stood in the center of the city. Its nine levels served as both the palace and living quarters of high ranking captains. The lower levels were occupied with libraries where young soldiers learned the art of combat.
“What is to be my assignment, Lord?” Ketheran asked Telarmin.
“Your strategies have always prevailed, and without the expense of many Targovian lives. I want you to teach our young guards to act with your cunning. Do you think this will suit you?”
“Yes, Lord.” Ketheran replied.
“There are twelve guards waiting in Pentog Library for you.”
“Thank you, sir.” Ketheran bowed, and left the courtyard.

Ketheran entered Pentog Library. It had been years since he wandered its bookshelves as a young guard. Now his students sat anxiously amongst them. He called to a woman who sat in the center. “How long have you served the Targovian Guard?” he asked.
“Twenty-four harvests, sir” she replied.
“All of your life then?”
“Yes.” She answered.
“All of you for about the same time?”
The class nodded. Ketheran tried to think back his days as a student, and how his teachers had taught him. After a long silence, the woman spoke, “Captain Ketheran, is it true that you were at Foln?”
“Yes, … it is true that Foln was an important victory, but not a great battle. The Itin were greatly outnumbered.”
“How is it, sir, that you could leave other posts weak in defense without the Itins knowing so that you could outnumber them at Foln? Why didn’t they send runners to Foln to warn them?” another guard asked.
“They can’t travel as fast as us, we have horses….” Ketheran settled easily into his new assignment. He enjoyed telling the eager guards his battle stories and adding credibility to the legend that already preceded him.
They listened late into the night, until all of the candles had burned down to their wicks. Ketheran returned to the upper levels feeling quit pleased with himself.


Nokutu-ran was shaken awake by the attendant who had been with him earlier that evening. She held a reed and a gourd of water.
“Captain Ketheran has called for you.” Nokutu-ran wiped his eyes. She spread his legs and inserted the reed into his still swollen hole. She placed the other end of the reed into the gourd of water and tipped it. He felt the water rush inside of him.
Nokutu-ran was lead back to Ketheran’s room by a guard. Ketheran sat at his desk studying a few maps that were laid out in front of him. The guard left.
“Come over here.” Ketheran motioned to Nokutu-ran. “Still shy? I thought we knew each other better then that now.” He said with a laugh.
Nokutu-ran approached cautiously, with his hands covering himself. Ketheran took moved his hands aside, exposing him. Nokutu-ran trembled.
“What is it? You want to say something?” Ketheran asked.
“When will I be allowed clothes again, master?” Nokutu-ran whispered.
“You don’t need them.” Ketheran ran his hand threw the thick tuft of hair that surrounded the Itin’s genitals and lightly tickled his sac. “Don’t you know I picked you because you were the best looking?”
Nokutu-ran blushed.
“Turn around, let me see how you are healing.” Nokutu-ran obeyed. His master spread him wide and inserted his thumb. Nokutu-ran began to shake.
“Still tender I see. Don’t worry, there’s time for that later. First I want to teach you something.” Ketheran got up from his desk and removed his shirt. He sat back down and untied his pants. “I’m going to show you how to do this right.” He said holding his member to Nokutu-ran’s face. “Now put it in your mouth like you did last night.”
Nokutu-ran obeyed.
“Now take more, more… more…” Ketheran guided himself further into Nokutu-ran’s mouth. “Don’t be frightened. I won’t push it down your throat until its time.”
Nokutu-ran moved up and down with a rhythmic sucking on Ketheran’s piece.
“Now when it starts to get hard like this, take it out of your mouth and move the skin back.” Nokutu-ran sat back and watched his master pull back the front layer of skin, revealing the bright red head underneath. He then pushed the skin back over it.
“Now you try. “
Nokutu-ran nervously reached for his master’s head, and gently pressed the skin back to the shaft.
“Now use your tongue more.” Ketheran commanded. Nokutu-ran nodded and took the head into this mouth, the tongued flickered like a tiny bird over the small hole.
“Ahhhh, “ Ketheran sighed, and enjoyed Nokutu-ran’s wet caresses.
“You’re learning very quickly today. I’m pleased. I have a reward for you.” He removed himself from Nokutu-ran’s mouth and took and bowl of strawberries from the window sill. For a moment, Nokutu-ran shook, remembering the ice.
“Go and lay on the bed.” Ketheran ordered. Nokutu-ran laid down on his back.
Ketheran lay next to him with the strawberries. He took one from the bowl and traced it around Nokutu-ran’s lips. Without thinking, Nokutu-ran leaned up and tried to take a bite, but Ketheran pulled it away before his teeth could reach it.
“Not there.” Ketheran said with the signature grin that Nokutu-ran had come to fear. Ketheran ran the strawberry down Nokutu-ran’s chest, across his stomach, and over his curled member; then slowly inserted it into his pink opening. “Leave it there.” Ketheran ordered, and Nokutu-ran tried hard not to contract. Ketheran took another strawberry from the bowl, and placed it in Nokutu-ran’s mouth. He chewed and swallowed.
“Are they good?” Ketheran asked. Nokutu-ran nodded.
“How about down here? Are they good down here too?” Ketheran asked as he moved the penetrating berry in and out. Again, Nokutu-ran nodded. Ketheran fed another berry into his mouth. Ketheran moved between the Itin’s legs, and removed the strawberry with his tongue.
“Now this one.” He said, placing it in Nokutu-ran’s mouth. He coughed at the unexpected salty taste. Ketheran rose from the bed laughing. He placed the bowl of berries back on the window sill.
“Nokutu-ran, come over here and see what a beautiful night it is.”
Nokutu-ran got up from the bed and walked over to the window. He looked eight levels down into the now silent streets. Ketheran stood behind him, playing with the Itin’s long hair, until without warning, he thrust into him.
Nokutu-ran screamed, his cries lost into the night air.
“Relax, open more.” Ketheran said soothingly.
Nokutu-ran pushed his hips back and spread more. He held himself up in the window sill, his small member slapping silently against the clay wall with each of Ketheran’s thrusts.
“Is it easier this time?” Ketheran asked between pants.
“Yes master.” He replied.
Ketheran’s panting became louder and his driving thrusts harder, they were now forcing Nokutu-ran’s feet from the floor each time. Ketheran leaned into him with his full strength, and relieved himself deep inside.
Ketheran took a strawberry from the bowl and gave it to Nokutu-ran. He ate it while feeling his master grow soft inside of him, his essence running down his thighs. Ketheran slid out of him and lay down on the bed.
“Can you walk tonight?” he asked Nokutu-ran. He took a few awkward steps.
“You are excused then. You may take what’s left of the berries.”
Nokutu-ran took the bowl and stumbled across the room. Ketheran was already asleep by the time he reached the door.