Garden of Ashes
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
5,713
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Preparations
Chapter 3
Travel learned that he was to be used as part of a Bukasha, an ancient Hither tradition used by warriors or figures of power. When their strength and influence began to fade, their peers became their foes, and to prove both their wealth and virility they would purchase a new pet and display how easily he had been broken.
For the Bukasha, the Hither would model their new pet in after their own person, the truest proof of their common vanity. Travel could gather from his preparations how his new master would look. His hair was cropped short and his testicles shaved smooth. Small incisions were made in his foreskin, and a thin almost weightless silver chain was threaded threw. This was to prevent any unpermitted erections or receding of skin. The tiny chain was much less cumbersome then the chastity belt, and Travel enjoyed his new jewelry. He beamed with pride in anticipation of pleasing his new master. The only thought that weighed heavy on his mind was that he would not be tapered.
The kinder of the Hither, or those who bought for pleasure not for Bukasha, would have their pets’ anuses tapered. Travel had seen one prepared once, an ice cold metal rod; thin at the bottom and thicker at the top, frozen to numb the receiver, would be gradually inserted over the course of a day to stretch the virgin hole. He knew that part of the Bukasha was for him to bleed, and this fear grew in him. The Hither were quit larger then humans in stature, but their anatomy was quit different as well. An adult Hither cock could be the length and thickness of a human forearm, and would pulse a dark red as it grew and unsheathed from the foreskin. To Travel, the thought of his tiny pink opening being ravaged almost drove him to tears. His tight perfection was the measure of his worth.
But when three nights passed, Travel had time to worry no more. He was called for.
Travel learned that he was to be used as part of a Bukasha, an ancient Hither tradition used by warriors or figures of power. When their strength and influence began to fade, their peers became their foes, and to prove both their wealth and virility they would purchase a new pet and display how easily he had been broken.
For the Bukasha, the Hither would model their new pet in after their own person, the truest proof of their common vanity. Travel could gather from his preparations how his new master would look. His hair was cropped short and his testicles shaved smooth. Small incisions were made in his foreskin, and a thin almost weightless silver chain was threaded threw. This was to prevent any unpermitted erections or receding of skin. The tiny chain was much less cumbersome then the chastity belt, and Travel enjoyed his new jewelry. He beamed with pride in anticipation of pleasing his new master. The only thought that weighed heavy on his mind was that he would not be tapered.
The kinder of the Hither, or those who bought for pleasure not for Bukasha, would have their pets’ anuses tapered. Travel had seen one prepared once, an ice cold metal rod; thin at the bottom and thicker at the top, frozen to numb the receiver, would be gradually inserted over the course of a day to stretch the virgin hole. He knew that part of the Bukasha was for him to bleed, and this fear grew in him. The Hither were quit larger then humans in stature, but their anatomy was quit different as well. An adult Hither cock could be the length and thickness of a human forearm, and would pulse a dark red as it grew and unsheathed from the foreskin. To Travel, the thought of his tiny pink opening being ravaged almost drove him to tears. His tight perfection was the measure of his worth.
But when three nights passed, Travel had time to worry no more. He was called for.