Garden of Ashes

Chapter 4


Travel was greeted at the servant’s entrance by the same rider who had selected him. He introduced himself as Hale.
Hale wore the same closely cropped hair, and chain threw his foreskin as Travel. Now nude on the property of his master, Travel noticed every detail of his magnificent body. Completely hairless and well sculpted, they seemed to mirror each other.
Hale began with by escorting Travel through the grounds. They toured the master’s libraries, six in total; the garden, dining hall, art gallery and numerous terraces that lined the outside walls. The house was dark, but not imposing. Heavy tapestries decorated the walls, and elaborate sconces cast pale light across the cool stone floors.
“We are allowed to walk freely anywhere within the grounds except for the master’s chambers and study. Do not go beyond the garden walls, it is forbidden and you do not want to know the world beyond this house. It is no place for humans.” Hale explained. “You will be treated well here as long as you behave, and I trust that will not be a problem.”
Travel nodded obediently, still captivated by the presence and confidence in this fellow human.

They stopped in their bathing quarters, a large room similar to the training room at the school.
“You are to keep yourself in top condition if you wish to stay here. The master expects your body to remain as it is now, and I suggest training for a minimum of two hours a day. You will also clean your passage as often as is needed. Have you used one of these before?” Hale walked over to a tiled section of the floor, and removed a long hose from the hook on the wall. The tube of the hose was braided with black and white rope, with a rounded silver metal tip at the end. Hale pumped a lever in the wall and water shot hard from the nozzle.
“After the first night of Bukasha you will use this to clean yourself. The tip is inserted into your anus, and you pump the water into your hole until it is clean.”
“We are allowed to penetrate ourselves?” Travel asked.
“Only with this. The master is a reasonable man, but if you disobey you will be punished severely.” warned Hale. He directed Travel to sit on one of the benches. Hale took a bottle of wine from a shelf on the far wall and poured it into a long clear glass tube. He knelt before Travel and picked up his limp penis.
“Has your threading healed yet?”
“Yes” Travel replied.
Hale slid Travel’s tender cock into the vile of wine. “Hold this here.” he instructed. He then produced a black leather strap that attached to the sides of the vile and wrapped it around Travel’s waist. It fit much like his chastity belt.
“You will soak in the wine until the master is ready for you this evening.”
“What is the master like?” Travel asked.
“I have been told that I can tell you his name, and that is all. He is called Rolfen, and anything more that he wishes you to know, he will tell you.”
“Can you tell me if he is kind?”
Hale hesitated for a moment, “He is kind, and he is traditional. With tradition comes an unwavering strictness in our behavior. You must always keep your entrance pure and clean, come quickly when he calls and under no circumstances are you to remove your chain. Only he may do that. Please him and you will be rewarded.”
“How severe are his punishments?” Travel begged.
“He is capable of mercy, but through him I am the hand that wields his rod, and I will not disappoint him or hesitate to carry out his commands.” Hale added as he got up and approached the door. “I must prepare the room now. Stay here and do not remove the vile.”
Travel nodded and lay back on the bench.

Over the next hours Travel’s mind journeyed over planes of dreams of nightmares. The house of his master was beyond the status he had hoped for and Hale appeared to be his ally. But as he felt the tip of small cock slowly shriveling as it absorbed the wine, he wondered if he would be able to please his master and withstand the pain that lay ahead.

Hale returned carrying a cloth satchel. “He is ready for you.”
Travel felt his heart in his throat and swallowed hard. Hale removed the belt, and handed the vile of wine to Travel. “Drink this quickly,” Travel obeyed.
Hale then brought him to the cleaning area and instructed him to place his hands against the wall and thrust his hips back. Hale took the hose from the wall and rinsed the excess wine from Travel’s thighs and taint. His penis was stained a dark red from the wine, and its bulb shrunken deep within his skin.
“Now I will not penetrate you, but I tell you, push out and release the water.” Hale shot the cool water deep into Travel’s orifice. When he felt himself fill, Hale told him to release, and Travel sprayed a steady stream of water onto the tiles. Hale spread Travel wide to inspect his virgin hole. The tiny fist quivered from both the new sensation of the water and in anticipation of its breaking. It was so tight , pink and pure that for a brief second Hale imagined its sweetness and longed to flick the opening with his tongue or gently pry it apart with his slender fingers, but he knew better.
“Try not to tremble so much. You will please him.” Hale said getting up. Travel turned to face him.
“You will bleed, and you will scream. Try to allow yourself to pass out.” Hale said placing his hand on Travel’s shoulder.

Hale escorted Travel to the room of his deflowering. It was dark, the tapestries were drawn over the windows. Two singles candles burned above a bed blanketed in black silk. Two complacent gargoyles served as the headboard’s posts. Travel’s hands were bound in silver chains that ran through a ring mounted above the bed. Leather straps were fastened around his knees, which attached to chains mounted on two pillars on either side of the bed. Atop these pillars burned candles, both white and red. Hale tightened the pillar chains, and Travel’s legs were spread wide. His hole gaped, and glistened with the sweat of fear.
Hale took a single flower bud from his satchel and ceremoniously slid the stem into Travel’s anus. “The Hither take their symbolism quite seriously.” he explained to Travel, who remained silent.
“He will arrive momentarily.” Hale said, and put his hand on Travel’s forehead. “Try to let yourself pass out.” he repeated, and left the room.

Travel stared up at the stone gargoyles, and fought the urge to cry.