Surreal

A.N. Hello again guys, this is the 3rd story in this series with SURRENDER being its predecessor. New Readers to these stories never fear, they can be read stand alone. See the INDEX section at the end of Surrender for names and places that may give you pause.



Prologue



Ja’el felt the sweat collect on his brow as he carried the dish laden tray filled with the delectable aromas of a warm meal toward the main dining hall. His muscles ached under the weight of the tray as his bare feet made their way along the brick floors of the mine complex.

Ja’el winced at the cramps that twisted his stomach in pain accompanied by a low growl. He hadn’t eaten since the previous night and hoped that he’d be allowed to this evening. The cook had been under orders not to give him anything, so he’d left the kitchen, tray in tow and stomach still empty. However, he was fairly certain that the rowdy and overtly horny guards he had to serve this night would have something else in mind for him other than appeasing his hunger. He thought to perhaps sneak a bite from one of the loaves of bread that lay on the platter, but he knew he’d be severely punished for stealing food. He’d suffered the consequences of such acts in the past since coming to this Atlinium mine 6 months ago; as a result the painful memories stayed his hand.

As Ja’el neared the hall, he could hear the laughter of the men beyond and knew he would soon be servicing them, in more ways than one. It was times like these that he wished his life had been snuffed out accidentally, as had happened to a few of his fellow hostages over the months. He was now the last surviving member of the half dozen that had been sentenced to this particular mine. Ja’el often considered ending his own life, but soon realized he didn’t have the strength to do so. Perhaps the gods kept him alive for a reason, and he’d rather not be the one to end his existence so quickly. He was only eighteen years old and had a promising future before it was all cut short when his people were defeated by an overpowering race of conquerors. Ja’el wanted to believe that as long as he continued to draw breath his current situation could change. Well – it had to.

The stares of the four men seated at a square table were soon boring into him as Ja’el entered the large hall. It housed about twenty tables of which only one was currently being used. Ja’el recognized three of the guards, all of whom had used him in the past. The fourth guard was unfamiliar, and his dark eyes bored into Ja’el, as if dissecting him and stripping him of his drab attire. His attire –oh damn! He was still wearing his clothes!

Ja’el now noticed the frown coming from Wilton; he had organized these private dinner parties for his close friends which the main requirement was nude service with a smile. Ja’el quickly placed the tray on a side table and proceeded to peel off his attire which consisted of a pair or faded brown pants and matching but slightly torn loose shirt. Once the clothes lay discarded on the floor, Ja’el retrieved the tray and made his way towards the seated men, mindful of his blatant nudity yet trying to see this dinner through. He served the soup laden bowls to each man before placing the platter of bread in the center. He did not make eye contact with any of them for fear of what he’d see. He was just about done, he had only to provide them with their utensils, napkins and beverages which were already located on a side table near them.

A part of Ja’el was hoping he’d be left alone as the table had undergone a quiet hush while he served them and soon his part would be over and perhaps he’d be allowed to leave. As he was about to make his way to the side table, he suddenly tripped and landed in a heap on the hard floor with his now empty platter creating a loud bang ending the silence of the room. Once Ja’el sat up, he saw when Wilton retracted his extended foot; the obvious cause of his mishap.

“Orders, why do they appear to be so difficult for you to follow, slave?” Wilton demanded.

Ja’el glanced up at the stony face of the bald guardsman. His dark brown eyes were like earthy bricks staring into him.

“I’m sorry my lord, it simply slipped my mind.” Ja’el now realized he would face punishment by forgetting to arrive in the hall naked. No doubt Wilton had wanted to make some type of impression on the newcomer and Ja’el had ruined it by having to clumsily remove his clothing once already in the hall.

“Oh I’m completely convinced you aren’t sorry – at least not yet.” Wilton eyed the slave coldly. “Now bring us our drinks, and remain in the hall.”

Ja’el read between the lines as he quickly jumped to his feet to obey. His pale silver eyes darted around nervously as he headed towards the beverage table. There had been no guarantee they would have left him alone had he done the service right, but now he knew exactly what would be in store for him for botching his assignment.

After serving their drinks, Ja’el caught the newcomer staring at him again and felt a slight twinge in his stomach that had nothing to do with his hunger. There was a half smile on the stranger’s face which Ja’el fought to ignore. He was grateful when their conversation began once more and they seemingly ignored him while he knelt in the corner with his tray ready should they need something else.

Ja’el was able to gather from the conversation that Zaxton was a new guard who had just recently been transferred there. He’d had a lofty position at his previous mining facility; no doubt the reason Wilton wished to impress him. Ja’el stole glances at the man; he wasn’t ugly but not necessarily attractive either. His glossy brown hair was short cropped and bushy eyebrows slanted over those piercing black eyes. He appeared to be of medium height judging from his seated perspective, and his attire – a black button down shirt and matching pants were quite loose fitting over a large and square body. Ja’el noticed the paunch of his stomach and realized the man was not in the best of shape. He’d quickly averted his eyes when he felt the man staring at him or those moments when their gazes actually locked.

Ja’el wasn’t sure why, but something told him that this Zaxton was here for a reason that would no doubt play a major role during his stay here. Ja’el was distracted from his thoughts when he saw Wilton gesturing to have his cup re-filled. The young man moved quickly to the refreshment table and grabbed the mug of wine.

Ja’el had only filled the cup halfway when he felt his balls being cupped then squeezed painfully. He winced as he glanced down to see Wilton grasping him tightly with his free hand. The slave lowered the mug to the table and let his hands to fall to their sides as he allowed Wilton to fondle him freely before the other witnesses in the room. He could feel the wash of humiliation stain his cheeks which only deepened when Wilton dipped two fingers into the wine and quickly shoved the digits up Ja’el ass roughly.

It was not lost on Ja’el when Kaylor and Tonak, the other two guards he knew opened their pants and began to openly stroke themselves, no doubt in preparation of what was to come.

Wilton quickly cleared the stretch of table in front of him before slamming Ja’el face down onto the wooden surface. He smiled when he heard the slave yelp in pain. His gaze soon lowered to the slim expanse of dusky colored shoulders, bare back, buttocks and thighs laid out before him. He quickly got to his feet, slid his cock free from his pants and without any further preliminaries he entered Ja’el’s body in one swift thrust.

Ja’el grunted in pain as he felt the delicate skin within him tear as Wilton buried himself to the hilt. Along with forgetting to arrive naked at the hall, Ja’el had failed to prepare his body for intimacy which was going to make this experience twice as painful for him. When would he learn? He had already been here for six months and knew this was expected of him. True, there were other more experienced slaves that the guards seem to prefer their company. However, something kept the guards coming back despite his lack of skills in the sexual department. Wilton had taken a liking to him partly because the sadistic guard enjoyed inflicting pain on those weaker than him.

Ja’el squeezed his eyes shut when Wilton began to ram in and out of him at a frenzied pace. The left side of his face remained pressed against the hard table and he soon felt it begin to chafe and bruise as it rubbed against the rough surface to the pace of Wilton’s thrusts. His pointed right ear suffered from the same misuse. The slave could feel the eyes of the other men in the room on him but refused to look at them. They’d all be very intimately acquainted with him in short order.

Ja’el fought back against a scream by biting his tongue when Wilton grabbed his long reddish-blond hair and tugged upwards. The slave felt his eyes sting with tears as a few strands of hair were pulled violently from their roots. Through Ja’el’s haze of pain he felt Wilton’s slobbering wet lips at his neck, sucking the skin there and nipping non-too-gently.

“You like that huh?” Wilton whispered against Ja’el’s neck as he bent over the slave; holding a handful of his soft hair between his fingers while penetrating him with his rigid cock. “Yeah I can tell – you fucking whore.”

Ja’el despised this part of his little sessions with Wilton the most. For some reason the sexually rabid man felt the need to fill their intercourse with unsavory lines he passed off as sex talk. And despite the fact that this was a group sex situation; it did not deter him from the usual insipid lines.

Wilton began to moan loudly as he neared his precipice. His dick was repeatedly buried balls deep as he pounded in and out of the smaller man beneath him. “You’re a good fucking whore aren’t you – mmm. Yeah! Take that; take all of it you bitch!”

Ja’el finally opened his eyes and saw Zaxton staring at him with a half smile on his face. The newcomer was not fondling himself as the other men in the room who sat waiting their turn. Instead, he was seated in a relaxed position with his hands crossed over his thick chest simply gazing at the raunchy scene developing before him. Ja’el was greatly confused by this that he almost didn’t notice when Wilton began to come inside him. He did feel his insides being coated with the man’s semen that eventually made its way out of his body to slide wetly down his bare thighs. He also felt as the panting man moved off him, but the reprieve was short lived when another hardened cock entered his now moist opening.

Ja’el glanced to the side and saw as Kaylor continued to furiously beat his cock between his fist and realized that Tonak was the one who had entered him. The other man moved quick and hard, unmindful of the bruised and tender asshole Wilton had left in his wake. The slave was grateful that unlike Wilton, Tonak had nothing to say except for the occasional grunt and moan as Ja’el’s passage tightened around his cock just right. Tonak was also not as violent as Wilton; he left Ja’el’s hair alone and simply clenched the slave’s waist for purchase while driving his hips into him.

Ja’el could once again feel Zaxton’s gaze on him but refused to look up at him. There was something about the newcomer that unnerved him. He wasn’t quite sure how to handle him just yet. He decided he’d leave his analysis of the stranger until after Zaxton had taken him. Perhaps he’d be a gentle lover, which is what his body would definitely need after the first three guards were through with him.

Tonak moaned loudly before spilling himself within the slave, allowing his warm juices to mingle with Wilton’s leavings. He’d barely made it back to his seat before his fellow guard, Kaylor jumped on the whore.

Kaylor quickly spun Ja’el over so that he was now facing towards the fluorescent lighted ceiling. He barely gave the slave a moment to adjust to the new position before he was parting his legs and entering him with one stiff thrust.

Ja’el winced as his line of sight was filled with the dark-skinned man now looming over him. Ja’el’s hole was now moist and stretched after the two previous sessions, but Kaylor had the biggest cock out of the three of them. It was long and thick, pressing into him like a tool of torture. He bit his lip to prevent a cry of pain from escaping which soon became increasingly difficult as Kaylor slammed in and out of him like a piston. By the gods let this be over soon; he thought to himself. However, there was still one man left after Kaylor. As this thought entered his mind that’s when he felt fingers begin to thread through his hair.

Glancing upwards; Ja’el’s eyes locked with Zaxton’s who regarded him coolly while playing with his red-streaked blond hair. Ja’el didn’t know what to make of him. He didn’t see lust or any other type of emotion in those dark eyes. Did he even want him? Could the slave begin to hope that Kaylor might be his last session for the night?

A cry escaped Ja’el’s dry lips when Kaylor shifted within him, stroking against him painfully. He squeezed his eyes shut as he fought to retain his composure. He wouldn’t break down before them; he hadn’t done so once during his six month stay here, regardless of all the humiliating rapes he had been subject to. They wouldn’t take pity on him if he cried; they’d only use his tears against him. Nevertheless, he was entirely grateful when Kaylor pulled out of him, the separation resulting in a wet sounding squish. However, his gratitude soon faded when he saw Kaylor kneel over him on the table, his still hard black dick pointed squarely at him. Before Ja’el could adjust to this situation the man started to come. Ja’el barely managed to close his eyes before a squirt of semen settled directly over his left eye. He quickly clamped his lips shut as the rain of semen continued to fall over his face and hair from the ever spouting dick trained above him.

Eventually, although it seemed like an eternity to Ja’el – Kaylor’s stream of semen faltered as well as his breathy pants. It was over, hopefully. Ja’el wiped the semen off his eyes and lips before opening them. He too was out of breath and for good reason. Servicing three men one after the other was never an easy feat. He was hoping he’d be dismissed now, but instead – Kaylor pulled him off the table and quickly deposited him on the floor before taking his seat once more.

Ja’el laid on the floor his breath still coming hard. He saw when Wilton threw the contents of his cup out, the same one he had used to moisten Ja’el’s ass earlier before refilling it from the nearby mug. He prayed it was over and that he’d soon be given the order to leave. Surely the newcomer wouldn’t want to use him after three others had already taken their fill. They could certainly find a fresh slave to handle Zaxton’s needs.

“So what did you think?” Wilton asked before taking a sip of his wine.

Zaxton rubbed his chin thoughtfully before replying. “I assume there was a reason neither of you used his mouth.”

“And a very good one, he’s terrible at giving head,” Tonak spoke up. “He’s liable to leave your dick filled with tooth marks as opposed to giving pleasure. He just doesn’t know what to do, and doesn’t seem willing to learn.”

“But we have other whores to fill that need. With him – his sweet ass can’t be denied,” Wilton grinned.

“I see. If you’re through with him for the night would you mind having his freshen up and sent to my quarters?” Zaxton asked.

“Absolutely, but are you certain you wouldn’t prefer a more experienced slave? I had him serve us because I wanted you to see his beauty first hand. Among the other whores, none compare to him.”

A wry grin stole onto Ja’el’s handsome features at this comment. So, he definitely wasn’t what the guards would prefer in a sex partner due to his lack of skills, he’d already gathered that. But it was disheartening to know that the reason they wouldn’t leave him alone was because the gods had blessed him with an exceptionally pretty face and nice body. Traits that in his current position seemed to not benefit him at all.

“I do accept your knowledge in this situation, but I suppose I’ll have to see for myself,” Zaxton replied.

“Agreed.” Wilton poked Ja’el with his boot to get the slave’s attention. “Clean yourself up, then go to block level 13 and wait.”

Ja’el nodded before jumping to his feet to comply.

“And slave,” Wilton glanced up at him with a warning look in his eyes. “Be fucking naked this time.”

Ja’el nodded once more before quickly exiting the room.

~*~

It’d been about an hour since Ja’el left the dining hall. He’d stopped at one of the public slave bath chambers to clean himself from head to toe. He scrubbed himself so hard that his skin glowed red. He was convinced that he could never be clean enough. It was always the same after he came from servicing any of the guards. This feeling of impurity that could never be washed away no matter how severely he scrubbed himself.

The fact that this night was not yet over weighed heavily on him. He made sure to oil his sore ass this time for he no doubt would soon be servicing Zaxton before he could retire to his cot in the slave quarters and sleep until dawn. At which time he would have to venture into the mines to work a fourteen hour day. He hoped Zaxton would spend himself quickly allowing him to get the rest he’d need to stomach such a long day.

Ja’el had done as he was told and waited in block 13 when he finally saw Kaylor arrive. The large black man indicated that he follow him. He did so, and they soon arrived at an apartment located on the level.

Kaylor knocked twice before the door hummed open. He motioned for Ja’el to enter. He watched the slave with a smirk on his face as he walked slowly through the doorway.

Ja’el gave a slight start when Kaylor slapped his bare buttocks and guffawed.

“You make sure to please him. He’ll be very important to our operation here.” Kaylor grinned before closing the door behind him.

Ja’el didn’t care for the added pressure Kaylor’s disclosure created on the situation. He was nervous enough as it was. The first thing the slave noticed as he entered the lighted parlor, was the mouth watering smells coming from a small table directly in front of him. He had almost forgotten about his palpable hunger until his five senses were assaulted with the aspect of enjoying a meal. His eyes were busy devouring the tray covered platter on the table that he didn’t notice when Zaxton entered the room right away.

Zaxton walked over to the tray and uncovered it, revealing a steaming slab of meat with a fresh loaf of bread and greens on the side. “Care for some dinner? I couldn’t help but noticing your stomach growling earlier tonight.” The large man offered him a smile.

Ja’el looked at Zaxton, expecting him to laugh in his face and eat the food himself. Many times in the past he’d been goaded or taunted with the idea of a warm meal only to have it taken away or eaten right before him. But soon he realized that Zaxton was serious, as the man moved away and left the plate uncovered.

Ja’el half walked half ran to the table and didn’t even bother with the utensils; he grabbed the meat and took a bite before breaking the bread in two and shoving the smaller half in his mouth. The meat was juicy and well cooked, its delicious flavors blending with the bread nicely. Ja’el didn’t stop to think that a year ago such behavior would have been considered brash and rude among the polite members of his society. But if they’d been through any of what he had over the past six months, as many of them most likely would have – then they’d certainly understand his lack of etiquette.

Zaxton watched the slender, naked man as he wolfed down the contents of the plate before him. He appeared to be a man who’d been shipwrecked on a reef with no food for weeks. The guard could tell by his protruding ribs that the slave was not fed well at this facility. It’s no wonder he appeared to be starving. Once the food on the plate disappeared; Zaxton appeared once more – holding out a clean napkin for him. He watched as the slave timidly accepted the napkin before wiping those moist, pink lips with it. Zaxton thought it was a shame that mouth was unused to being wrapped around a cock. The thought of spilling himself over those lips and down that slender throat caused a definite stirring in his loins. He kept the lust from reaching his eyes as he once again smiled at the young slave.

“What is your name?” Zaxton asked, the smile never leaving his lips.

Ja’el finished wiping his hands before raising pale silver eyes to the stranger. “My name is Ja’el Leighton.”

“I’m Zaxton Lartier; pleased to meet you.” The smile had yet to fade. “Come with me.”

They left the parlor and entered an adjoining room lightly furnished with a couch and beverage table. Zaxton retrieved a robe that was draped over the couch and handed it to Ja’el.

Ja’el was stunned that Zaxton was actually offering him clothing. Didn’t the stranger simply wish to ravish him and be done with it? What game was he playing? Part of Ja’el wanted to refuse the offer, but his stomach hadn’t allowed him to do so when a meal was offered. For his pride to come into play now was a little late in the game so he accepted the robe and quickly donned it, cinching it tightly at his waist. The soft material caressed his skin lightly. It was quite a change from the normally rough and scratchy garments the slaves were provided. However, he decided he wouldn’t get too comfortable. No doubt this respect he was being shown by the newcomer would not last.

Ja’el accepted the seat Zaxton offered him and now sat across from the portly gentleman still trying to figure him out. He fidgeted with the ruby colored robe and thought back to a time when he possessed such fine items. Those times were long gone, but would they ever come again?

“I know what you want, Ja’el.”

Ja’el’s gaze quickly flew to the man sitting before him. He sincerely doubted there was any truth to that statement but opted for silence for the moment.

“You want to be free of this place, to live your life as you choose,” Zaxton began. “I can make that happen for you, but you must be patient. It’s as they say; good things come to those who wait.”

“What do you want?” Ja’el was usually never this straightforward, but he knew the heavy set man definitely wanted something in return for what he promising.

“A partner of sorts, an informant; someone to help me keep an eye on things here.”

“You do realize I’m a slave, and I work in the mines for most of the day. If information of the daily running of this facility is what you seek I may not be the best person to provide it.”

“Oh but you are, in more ways than you realize.” Zaxton paused to look Ja’el over before continuing. The slave truly was lovely; his shoulder-length reddish-blond curls fell over his attractive face gracefully. They were still slightly damp no doubt from the shower he had taken to help him get Kaylor’s seed out of the beautiful tresses. He had well arched golden brows that framed stunning pale silver eyes with thick blond lashes. Those eyes possessed an exotic tilt which added to his allure. His resplendently formed straight nose and his pale pink lips with their slight fullness lead Zaxton to believe they would leave any man drunk with their taste.

“You possess what every red-blooded man in this facility wants or needs; a body to slake all lusts. Do you realize how very vulnerable a man is after a bout of passion, and what information can be gathered during such times.”

Ja’el scoffed before replying. “You are missing one big point, the men here have slaked their lusts on me in the past, and not once have they ever shared information with me. I simply do not fall into that category.”

“That is because you are still unaware of how to use the tools the gods gave you,” was Zaxton’s simple response.

“Tools – what are you talking bout?” Ja’el was truly confused.

“That luscious body of yours.” Zaxton smiled when he realized that Ja’el still had no clue what he was sitting on, an ass that wouldn’t quit for one. The younger man was still so innocent, even after all he had already been through at this mining camp.

“I will grant you your freedom, and everything you have ever wished for since coming here. All you have to do in return is accept my tutelage.”

“And just what is it exactly that you are going to teach me?” Ja’el wanted to know. He was a bit taken aback when Zaxton unzipped his black pants and pulled a thick, fat cock out on display. He knew it would eventually come to this but the previous conversation did nothing to prepare him for such a sudden switch.

“I’m going to teach you how to please a man.” Zaxton stroked his cock bringing it to full size. “You have two choices Ja’el. You can either stay here for the duration of your life, which most likely won’t be that long with fourteen hour day shifts day in and day out. Not to mention nights filled with guards using your lovely ass as a place to deposit their seed. You realize that they will take your body regardless, so why not let that situation work for you, for us. This is a symbiotic relationship of which we’ll both benefit from the outcome.”

“So you want me to become the good little whore Wilton is fond of referring to me as so I can be your information mole?”

Zaxton could hear the incredulity in his voice, so opted for another tactic. Perhaps the slave did not care so much about self-preservation as he originally thought; with that said offering him his freedom alone would not be enough to get him to sign on. “Don’t you want to see your people again, find out what has become of them after their defeat? I can make that happen for you, Ja’el. There are many of them still alive and living free of enslavement.”

“I don’t remember telling you who my people were…”

“You didn’t need to, your features are that distinctive,” Zaxton replied.

Ja’el found himself surreptitiously brushing his hair over his pointed ears. He knew they were damning proof of his race and heritage, but didn’t realize that Zaxton was familiar with where he came from. “You’re suggesting you’ll help me find them, after I’m free?”

“Absolutely, now do we have a deal?”

Zaxton’s offer went against the grain of all Ja’el had learned and been taught while growing up among his people. He would sacrifice his pride and integrity for a chance at seeing them again. Would they understand what he had been forced to do when it was all said and done, or would they shun him as the whore these guards thought of him as? Ja’el was mindful enough to realize he didn’t have much of a choice. He would no doubt die here if his life continued like this for another year. There was only one thing left to do.

Zaxton was surprised when he saw Ja’el close the distance between them and lean forward to lap the bead of pre-come that had formed on Zaxton’s still hard dick with his tongue.

“Does that answer your question?” Ja’el licked his lips as his eyes made contact with Zaxton. This was the only way, he kept telling himself. The opportunity he hoped would one day present itself that would lead to his freedom was finally here. “Teach me.”

Zaxton’s lips curved into a smile as he slowly began to unbutton his shirt. This mission would not be without its perks, and he certainly was going to enjoy turning this Talion slave into a proper whore.