Garden of Ashes

Chapter 5

It could have been hours that passed, it could have been mere moments, but eventually the heavy door was opened. Two Hither entered, one older and one younger. The younger of the two wore only a pair of white cotton pants tied at the waist with a drawstring. His chiseled upper body was decorated with tattoos of leaves and vines that extended down from his shoulders across his chest. Travel gathered this one to be Rolfen. The older Hither wore a traditional black robe. Neither of them spoke, they seemed to almost float and understand each other through thought. Thus began the ceremony.

Rolfen approached the bed, his smoke glazed eyes seemed stare through Travel completely. Travel felt his heart in his throat and instinctively tightened himself, almost drawing the flower bud within his passage. Rolfen knelt between Travel’s legs and gently removed the flower from his tiny hole and ate it. At this moment Travel panicked, all of his training disappeared and survival set in, but his struggles went unnoticed as his restraints were tied so tightly. It was as if Rolfen were a giant, calm to a point of unawareness it seemed to Travel’s existence. Rolfen stood up from the bed and next the older Hither approached. He carefully spread Travel’s leg even further and ran his finger tip over Travel’s pulsing frightened hole, but was careful not to penetrate. He next removed the thin chain from Travel’s foreskin.

“He is pure.” He said in Rolfen’s direction and bowed deeply.
Rolfen returned the bow and untied the drawstring of his pants. He folded them ceremoniously and handed them to the other Hither. Travel stared in awe of Rolfen’s body. He was magnificent. His still soft member hung as heavy and as large as a human erection.

Rolfen stretched as the other Hither placed his folded pants under Travel’s backside, his opening pulsing and contracting with fear as if it had a live of its own. Rolfen again knelt between Travel’s legs and took his frail organ between his lips, sucking hard until the flavor of wine was gone. Rolfen sat up, and in this moment Travel wept with pure terror when he saw his master fully prepared. Rolfen’s erection, his pride and his weapon, was beyond anything he could imagine. His tightened sack hung like two human fists, his shaft was rippled with veins and stood up right with the strength of a tree trunk and its head was flushed a deep red. It seemed to steam, it seemed to breathe.

“Why can’t he first break me with his fingers? His tongue? Anything?” Travel thought to himself, but dared not speak beyond a whimper. Rolfen climbed into his position to mount. He placed one hand next Travel’s head and the other gripped Travel’s thigh tightly. He positioned the head of cock against Travel’s hole, who could feel the sticky warm excretion oozing from his master’s opening against his frightened body. With one single thrust Rolfen tore into him.

For a second the world was black and Travel was gone from it, but only for a second. To his horror existence returned to focus and could once again feel himself being ravaged, the tear growing larger as his master rode him as if a horse into battle. The only lubrication his own drawn blood that drenched Rolfen’s shaft and speckled his abdomen. At last Rolfen’s collapsed his entire weight into Travel and shot his warm release deep within.

Rolfen dismounted and bowed once again to the other Hither. Hale appeared in the doorway with a bowl of water and began to clean his master; he did not look in Travel’s direction. The folded pants, now stained with blood and semen, were removed from under Travel. He closed his eyes and thought, “It is over, it is over.” And at last he passed out of consciousness.