Time & Reign

Chapter 4

Nokutu-ran was shaken awake. He woke up groggy and looked around. He was still in his master’s bed. Ketheran sat washing dried blood from the end of his tale.
“Noku, you’re awake.” He said gently. “About last night, … I have a present for you.” Ketheran got up from the bed and took a small box from a shelf by his desk. He removed a flute from it and returned to the bed. Nokutu-ran crawled to the far corner of the bed, and hid his face in a pillow.
“No!” he screamed, “You’re going to hurt me with it!”
“No I won’t Noku, I promise. Its yours to keep.” Ketheran said laying the flute on the bed next to him. “I’ve decided to call you Noku from now on, a pet’s name.” He began to rub Noku’s back. “For last night, I am sorry.”
Noku stared at his master, he couldn’t believe that he had just apologized to him for causing so much pain. Maybe his earlier thoughts about Master Ketheran were true.
“When you sleeping, you began to shiver…” Ketheran continued, “I wondered if you would ever stop bleeding. You’ll stay here today. An attendant will come up and take care of you probably while I’m in Pentog. If you feel well enough, try to play your flute.” Ketheran got up, and left the room for his class.

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Over the next two weeks, Noku stayed by his master’s side. He did not return to his room with Wren-lav, and began to forget about his fellow Itin’s predicament. He followed Ketheran to the library each day and sat looking at maps in the corner. Noku learned to play his flute and sat in master’s window, entertaining him with the music while he studied. He began to enjoy the evenings that Ketheran spent at his desk, sitting between his master’s legs and gently licking him until he became hard, or laying across his master’s lap with his fingers deep inside of him while he looked over his books. Ketheran even began allowing him to masturbate. He would always laugh when Noku got up suddenly from between his legs, and ran to a bowl in the corner to finish himself. On occasion, Ketheran even took Noku’s member between his own fingers, and tugged gently until he moaned with joy and gratitude. Noku became proud that he knew how to pleasure his master, and was allowed to sleep in his bed with him each night.

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It was now nearly the end of spring, and Ketheran always kept a fire going in his room to keep Noku warm. One evening he sat in his master’s bed playing his flute while Ketheran sat by the window. There was a knock on the door. Ketheran told them to enter, and Selav walked into room. Noku immediately stopped playing.
“I was walking by, and heard the music from the hall. I must say you’ve trained you’re Itin very well. He’s gotten quit good.” Selav said looking over Noku.
“He taught himself.” Replied Ketheran.
“You’re students seem to really enjoy your class. When they arrive for my combat class, all I over hear is the stories that you tell them.”
“They are some very intelligent guards, Airen especially.”
“Yes, he will make a great captain of Targovia one day.” Selav remarked. “Ketheran, if you are not already planning to use your Itin tonight, may I borrow him? I would like him to play for me.”
“Where is Wren-lav?” Ketheran asked.
“He has been ill lately.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Of course you may take Nokutu-ran. Send him back here in the morning.”
“But master…” Noku whimpered.
“Nokutu-ran!” shouted Ketheran, “Go!”

Selav lead Noku to back to his room. It was set up the same way as Ketheran’s, but different. It was very dark and cold, a tapestry hung over the window, blocking the moonlight. He wondered how two men who both held the same position and regard in Targov Hall could be so different. One brutal, the other gentle. Selav was not as big as Ketheran, and wore his hair cut very close to head, Ketheran’s hung to his shoulders. The thought of Wren-lav ran back his mind when noticed this. Would Selav be as cruel to him? Would his master care?
“He taught you how to play the flute well, but didn’t teach you well enough to never talk back to a Targovian.” Selav said, then slapped Noku hard across the face. “You should never argue with your master.”
Noku began to cry, and Selav seemed to enjoy it.
“Play a song for me.” Selav commanded, and Noku began to play. Selav took a length of rope from a shelf and swung it up over the rafters. He took the flute from Noku’s hands and put it down on the desk. He bound his hands together with one end of the rope, and pulled the other end until Noku’s toes barely touched the floor.
“I thought you just wanted me to play my flute for you.” Noku sobbed.
“What did I just tell you about speaking back to a Targovian!” Selav shouted. Noku began to cry louder. “I guess I will still have to teach you.” Selav took his leather riding strap from the corner rack and folded it into a loop. He lashed Noku across the backside. He continued whipping him until his skin was raw and bruised and Noku hung limply from the rope. Selav dropped the strap, and undressed. He stretched, and cracked his back. He held Noku’s backside in the air, and spread him open wide with two thumbs. Selav thrust his tongue in. He licked furiously and bit at the outer ring. Noku screamed with what strength he had left. Selav returned to shelf and took down three large metal rings. He slid them one by one over his erection. He returned to Noku, and once again picked his feet up from the ground. He parted him, and entered. Noku could feel each ring tearing at him. He was close to passing out, when he felt Selav remove himself, but something remained.
“Damn it!” Selav growled. A ring had come off. He harshly thrust three fingers into Noku, and pulled out the missing ring. He let them drop to the floor. He re-entered Noku, and pumped more viciously this time. He pulled hard into Noku’s hips as he climaxed and howled like a wolf.
Selav cleaned himself and got dressed. “I’m not done with you. I’ll be return later.” With that, Selav left the room with Noku still hanging.
Noku wished he could pass out. His legs and arms were becoming numb, he hoped his opening would too. He tried to figure out what time it was. Would Selav return before dawn? Maybe his master would come looking for him? But it was too late. Selav returned with another guard. They both smelled like wine.
“So this is what you were bragging about?” the guard said giving Noku a hard slap on the behind.
“Yes.” Said Selav with a grin. He turned Noku’s face to meet him. “We were just drinking with Ketheran. He told me how you like to cry, but not to let it stop my fun.” Selav said with laugh. Him and the guard removed their clothes. The guard mounted first, and tore into Noku fast and hard, then relieved himself across Noku’s backside.
“You were right,” he said with a gasp, “this one is tight.”
“He plays the flute too.” Selav said, taking it from the desk. “Let’s see if he’ll play something for us.”
“Please sir, not my flute!” Noku begged. Selav held Noku open so that the guard could see, and plunged the flute up deep inside. Noku screamed and pulled back on his bounds, but only fell back forward. Selav let go of the flute. It made a dull whistle as Noku tried to push it out. The two men roared hysterically. Selav grabbed the end of the flute, and tried to take it out, but he pulled to hard, and a piece broke off inside.
“That’s twice tonight!” Selav laughed. “You’re enjoying this too much, and don’t want to let go.” Selav reached in, and removed the remaining piece of Noku’s flute and tossed it to the floor. He then entered Noku, and took him with fury as the guard watched with a grin.