Denral's Strategy

Denral’s Stragety
An Erotic Short

By Darktext
6/20/2014


The following story is intended for readers 18 years or older. It contains graphic sexual content,
including homoeroticism. It is advised that you read it in a solitary environment where you are capable
of high levels of arousal without embarrassment or lawsuit. It should be noted that the author is in no
way liability if you enjoy the dirtiness you are about to read.

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When I think of Heshtarim many things come to mind. Naturally the first is the great and
expansive desert, only a small portion of which contains the massive sand dunes. Most of the country
is a rocky desert. The vistas in the high desert are unspeakably breathtaking, massive rock formations
etched by a godlike artist whose only tools were wind, time and inexhaustible patience. The seat of
Heshtarim’s power is the Black Mesa: a titanic structure of black and red rocks lifted far above the land
elevated as if specifically designed to display one of the jewel cities of the world to the heavens.
However…those are the good things that come to mind, naturally the other thing, the thing
most Feomites think of first is the slavery. Heshtarim’s primary religion is through Vexine, the patron
goddess of slavery. While of course this is quite dark and very unfortunate and slavery is in no way a
forgivable act, it is required by high ranking Heshtarians to keep slaves. While not all slave owners are
terrible people, all slavery, save one kind, is evil. Should you care to ask, the one kind of slavery that is
acceptable is slavery to your own passions, desires and loves.
On that note male slaves are not permitted to be exactly that kind of slave. They are not
permitted to be slaves of love. If a male slave is particularly useful they are occasionally granted the
reward of another slave to use as they please, but this is rare. However, I did not become a bard, nor
did I begin worshipping Athariel to tell only stories of horror and pain. I am here to today to tell you
one of the best little stories, a story of forbidden love. Not only of love between slaves, but of love
between two male slaves. Get comfortable and listen for awhile, if you’re interested in the details of
such romance. Here is how the story goes.
The city atop the Black Mesa is known to the Heshtarians as Jakul’thul, which means Heavenly
Jewel to Feomites. The city is like you will ever see in Feoma. It is built atop a great plateau (as that is
what a mesa is). Access is granted through three means. The first is the main roads that snake steeply
back and forth up the cliff faces. The second is through the Jakul Caves beneath the city, which is
where many of the lower class citizens live and also where the water comes from. As it is known by all
that no city survives without water. Lastly, is the most luxurious way and the quickest, accessible to
only the most honored foreign diplomats and merchants, and the wealthy residents, elevators. Large
platforms made of marble lifted by immense chains through complex pulley systems. One must stop
to switch elevators three times, a mechanical limitation as well as a defensive tactic, and all the while
the most gorgeous vista is laid out for the eyes.
Once you gain entry to the city, it is still nothing like a city in Feoma. The streets are narrow and
winding, and building are made atop one another, stacked like interlinking pyramids. There are
hanging gardens with their thirst quenched by water that is ingeniously diverted by the natural springs
beneath the city. There is always the sound of commerce and the smell of animals and bodies. Not the
typical smell of bodies, the smell of filth and dirt, but a more interesting and just as pungent
smell…that of sex. Typically in Jakul’thul it is not a smell of love like in the gardens of Anara, but the
smell of sex.
In the high Black Mesa the wealthy and the decadent are the predominant residents, and they
fill their time spent so close to the watchful eyes of the gods fucking like animals. They lay down their
wives, and husbands, they lay down with their friends, male or female, their slaves, their cousins
should they catch their eyes. All of it is for the sole purpose of using their uplifted position to spit in the
face of the gods. Why use their wealth and power for good, when they can spurn the gods with their
scornful screwing?
The biggest shame in all this is that they are so cruel! They could have one of the greatest cities
in all the world if they only followed the teachings of Athariel instead of Vexine. They do not allow
their slaves the opportunity to seek such pleasure among even their equals the other slaves. This story
however, is about an unlikely pair of slaves that should this old bard have anything to say, decided to
scorn the malevolent dominators and curry back some favor with the gods. Of course, it wouldn’t be
an interesting story to listen to at night, unless…given the circumstances they fought fire with fire, and
fucked like animals in the halls of their owners.
Our story truly begins in the grandest of all Jakul’thul’s monumental buildings. At the top of
the intricate architecture is Feum Aer, the Iron Eye. It is their palace, and the residence of the Keshtam
the most powerful political figure in all Heshtarim. However, more importantly to the story is that it is
the residence of Valmiki and Denral. These are two slaves, both young, both strong, one is a builder,
the other is a courtesan. Yes a male courtesan, though not with the privilege of being often the choice
of a lonely female.
As stated, the people of Jakul’thul will take anything to their chambers, and when men take
slaves to their chambers they often take male slaves for two reasons. Being the servants of the
goddess Vexine they often pay homage to the god Zeteran as well, who is the god of dominance. How
better to show you are dominant than to submit another man in the most humiliating way? That is the
first reason. The second is that is creates far less complications for the depraved of Jakul’thul, after all
taking men to the chambers avoids the inconvenience of creating bastard children.
To digress, Denral was the courtesan. He was a half-elf, and thus blessed with their slightly
androgynous beauty. From the age of eight he was selected as a prime subject for his task. He was
introduced to his role in a deplorable way, forced to dress as a girl and beaten until he would pretend
and accept that he was one, he was forced to be the pleasure toy of many of the Keshtam’s guests,
and lesser dignitaries. When Denral reached adulthood at 14 he was one of their prime lakimas, or
“perfect ladies,” This of course being a very sick pun. He had even begun to enjoy his position in some
ways. By the age of 20 he became harder to pass of as a lady and thus fell from grace, but was not cast
aside. While often he was still exploited in his original fashion, he became more commonly
acknowledged as a man. After all he was a beautiful man now too.
His skin was a succulent sun-kissed bronze. His hair was perfect. It was bleached by the sun,
making it only a few shades darker brown than his flawless skin, and it cascaded down past his
shoulders. He often worn it in a ponytail, though when acting as a lakima or meeting a particularly
important person it was to be curled into wavy, bouncy locks. He was lean, but had become less girlish
and instead grown incredible physique. His every muscle was almost like a taut rope. His muscles were
beautiful to simply behold, yet more enchanting still to feel their rigidness and even more magical to
feel in motion. His eyes, while those of a broken slave, still had small glimmers of joy that sparkled
across their amber surfaces.
Valmiki on the other hand, was a kunerl: the cat-like race which flourished in the low rocky
desert far in the south of Heshtarim. For those who have heard mistruths, or simply are ignorant of
the kunerl they were a magnificent people. They were humanoid, in that had two legs, two arms, one
head, ten fingers, ten toes and all of that. However, in place of normal ears they had ears reminiscent
of a cat’s. Their ears were not usually covered in thick fur, but often had a light coating of something
akin to it and were designed primarily for a predatory purpose. They had long tails for balance and
climbing, as a cat’s and again these were not often thickly furred, but covered in a light coat usually a
similar color to the hair atop their head, or slightly darker. Their fingernails were longer, and naturally
came to sharp points, unlike claws though they were not solid, they were as fingernails growing from
atop the digits in a manner once again reminiscent of a cat’s claws. Their toes were slightly longer
allowing them to climb more easily. Lastly their eyes, were truly cat-like, they had the slit-pupils and
their eyes would shine if light was shone on them in otherwise utter darkness. This was the true form
of the kunerls.
Valmiki was no perfect jewel as Denral was. But he was attractive enough, if you could get past
the dirt and his unkempt and usually unwashed nature. Underneath the layer of dirt he accumulated
during his work days were strong muscles, more prominent than Denral’s, even though kunerls also
have lean frames. His arms were thick enough that it took a very large hand to encircle his upper when
grabbing. His chest was thick and rippled with teeming sinews from lifting and carrying most of his
days. His stomach showed every muscle beneath even beneath his skin, his back corded with taut
muscle, and his legs and rear were sculpted perfectly. His hair was often greasy as a result of not being
able to bathe often, but it was a beautiful midnight blue, and his slit-pupil beaten and tired eyes were
jade green. His skin was more than sun-kissed, it was a light coffee brown.
See, Valmiki was one of the most unfortunate slaves, a builder. Though kunerls are not, at first
glance, ideal for the intensive manual labor of building they more than make up for their obvious
shortcomings in endurance, and ability to climb and maneuver. Valmiki spent his early life free. He
chased the tails (ha, a more literal variation of the…I digress) of young women in his village, with
admirable success, and he hunted with the men with pride and skill. Unfortunately at the age of 16,
what would be considered closer to a human’s mid 20’s, he was became the prey on a hunt, had a net
tossed over him, and was dragged and beaten barely surviving the forced march to Jakul’thul. When
he survived his injuries and malnutrition he was noted for his physical fitness and ferocity. They beat
the latter out of him and sent him to work in the Jakul caves. He hated his life, hated every bit of it. He
was on the brink of taking his own life when he something most fortunate happened. Two slavers got
in a very violent confrontation over a business arrangement, while on the site in the caves.
Valmiki saw a chance to lash out and possibly escape and attacked one of the slavers with the
intent to kill them both. Upon biting a large chunk out of one’s neck and driving his sharp nails into the
slaver’s back, he was…restrained. At that moment he realized that he had actually failed at his original
plan and succeeded in gaining a great deal of fortune…at least a great deal for a slave. For as it turned
out, the other slaver, the one he had coincidentally saved, was the Keshtam’s son. By killing the son’s
assailant he became somewhat of a hero. And was well rewarded by being moved to Feum Aer, the
palace, where he was also promoted as an architect’s assistant. Doing anything and everything that
the architects on any protect needed.
As it turned out this was the how Valmiki and Denral met, it was also the stories of their lives
thus far. Denral was accustomed to his lifelong servitude and had even found some modicum of
pleasure in pleasuring, and Valmiki had been uplifted from a place of darkness and despair. Yet they
both missed something in their lives. Something Denral had never had, and something Valmiki had
taken for granted in his free life: love. As it happened, one day Denral and Valmiki were both resting in
the slave quarters of the palace together. By this time they had been well acquainted with each other,
Denral found Valmiki to be one of the most interesting specimens he’d ever laid eyes on, and Valmiki
to this point thought of Denral as someone to be pitied and deplored, yet very nice to tell his troubles
to none the less…for Denral listened when Valmiki shared stories.
Denral had been raised most of his life forced to suffer the company of men, especially over
women. After so many years spent doing such he had grown to enjoy aspects of it, and to fantasize
about men and enjoy their forms. To Denral, Valmiki was the perfect man. He had such beautiful form
under the rough cut exterior and filth. He was just perfect to dream about being beneath, or atop or
whichever Valmiki would prefer. And, most importantly, he had been free! He had so many stories to
tell about the outside world, about life without owners, being able to choose who he took to bed on
his own. Of course, Denral had never taken action on his intense feelings, being caught pleasuring
another slave without permission could involve severe punishments for both of them, something he
didn’t want Valmiki to experience. And of course, Valmiki had never taken a male lover, another
interesting fact to Denral…but one that gave rise to complications. Denral didn’t know if Valmiki would
even consider a male lover, so the entire point was moot…or was it?
As for Valmiki, he just wanted someone to talk to. The other slaves didn’t care to listen, they
all had their own problems, and most of the ones in the Feum Aer had had their tongues removed, so
they weren’t much fun to be around anyway. But, Denral listened, and was so intrigued by his
Valmiki’s conquests in his past life. So Valmiki enjoyed bragging about the women he had bedded, the
hunts he had participated in and what he thought he’d be doing had he never been enslaved. When
Valmiki saw Denral get dressed in women’s clothing, and have his hair curled and his body perfumed it
made him uncomfortable. He thought longingly of the comfort of having flesh to penetrate, the
closeness of another and the sweet smelling oils the girls wore in their hair and on their bodies, and of
course he was a little jealous that Denral bathed regularly.
However, these thoughts were most conflicted for Valmiki they should not arise when looking
at another man, even if that man is pretending to be a girl. It was all confusing and overwhelming and
often when Denral finally left to please one of the masters Valmiki would sulk about angrily trying to
understand and dismiss these thoughts. Most annoyingly though just when he would be starting to
calm his strange desires Denral would return soiled with sweat and smelling of sex and the whole
process would begin anew and to top it all off be even more intense.
This was one of those moments for Valmiki. Both men sat at small table in the dusty, dark slave
chambers. Denral had just returned from his duties, he wore a ripped up white and gold satin dress.
The main part of the dress came down just barely below Denral’s hips and clung snuggly to his form.
This was the white section and it was held to Denral by two thin gold straps that went over his
shoulders, there was almost no back of the dress either, just two narrow strips of gold that made a
dramatic V shape to a few inches above Denral’s rear. The strap on the left side was stretched and
there was a tear there, the back side of the strap only holding on by a thread. The front of the dress
had a large wet spot in the center at about the naval, and Denral’s bouncy curls stuck together in quite
a few places on the front right side. And of course, Denral smelled heavily of sex. Valmiki was wearing
only a loin cloth and sandals with leather wrappings running up his legs almost in the way girl’s
stockings did. Both men had thick leather collars on their necks. They were in the common area of the
slave den, which consisted of a few large pillows for lounging, a few pitchers of water to keep thirst at
bay, a small table that only two could sit at comfortably at a time, and a small statue of the goddess
Haema, the goddess of subservience and pleasure in service, who was nude and on her knees with
only a collar on her neck, as was typical in her portrayal. “So, Denral…I know you’re permitted to
bathe…why don’t you go to the slave baths before returning to the den?” Valmiki interrogated a bit
frustrated at having to see him so femininely garbed and smelling sweetly of bitter use. His voice was
often a whisper, low and gruff.
“Well Miki,” as Denral had come to call Valmiki, knowing it pestered him, but enjoying watching
him twitch his sweet form every time he used the endearing little nickname, “I am only permitted to
the baths at two times, when I need to prepare for my duties, or after midnight and before sunrise
when there is no chance of offending the masters with my filth.”
“Why can’t we all use the baths at that time then? Why only the courtesans?”
Denral’s lips curved into a tantalizing smile and his voice came out like silk, by force of habit he
spoke in an extremely feminine voice, by voice alone he may even be mistaken for a woman,“Well,
firstly, the courtesans are one of few groups of slaves that intermingle in genders. And we all
trusted….through harsh lessons, not to give into temptation to each other, and remain pure for our
masters. They say a strong, tough builder like you…especially like you who has killed a slaver, wouldn’t
be dissuaded from such activities by threat of lashing, hanging, or whatever else they could dream up.
Secondly, we need to be clean to please our master in our duties, it pleases the masters and makes
more identifiable as a slave to only bathe when you are so filthy your smell won’t be tolerated or
you’re in danger of illness. Which, not to offend you…but your smell is becoming hard to tolerate
now,” the last phrase came out very softly, almost…a tease. Denral had no idea where his daring was
coming from. Perhaps he wanted to get into trouble…perhaps it was because the brutish master who
had just had his way was also talentless and tasteless…perhaps he was just curious at how Miki might
react.
The reaction was quite entertaining, at first Valmiki’s nose wrinkled and he puffed his
wonderful chest up as if about to go on some long winded tirade, then suddenly…he became very
pensive. Valmiki took a long moment before responding, “Are you saying I should avoid offending the
master architect tomorrow by…taking initiative? By perhaps doing what he wants before he knows he
wants it and taking a bath without express permission?”
Denral smiled, this was starting to sound fun, “I have a key to the baths in my room, midnight
will arrive shortly. Were I to get my key now we could arrive there at an acceptable time…you might
get in trouble tomorrow, though.”
Valmiki’s grin flashed brighter than Denral, “You know what, I don’t care about getting in
trouble anymore. I just want to earn back a little smidge of my freedom by taking a bath when I damn
well please…but if there is risk why do you want to go? It isn’t like you need to accompany me, if I’m
caught I can just say I stole your key.”
Denral’s eyes became quite mischievous, “because my sweet Miki, I know the courtesan’s
route to the slave baths, almost no chance of a guard spotting you on the way there…and besides,
maybe I want to watch…to feel a bit of freedom myself. No-not…you bathing….you breaking the
rules.”
There it was! Bolder than ever, Denral’s tantalizing attempts at seduction, Valmiki always
thought that the demons that professed such fantasies were his alone, but now he was starting to
suspect Denral fueled them actively as well. Though now, he didn’t care, he just wanted a bath. “Fine,
get your key and let’s go.”
The path to the slave baths was quite a long and convoluted one. Overall Valmiki was glad that
Denral was there to lead him, even if it forced him to watch the half-elf’s hips sway with every step
and he had to be downwind of that carnal smell, as well as Den’s perfumes. The slave bath house was
one of the most luxurious features of the Feum Aer palace. They were after all intended for the
courtesans to use to prepare for very high class patrons of the palace. The bath itself was a large
square indentation in the center of the room, large enough for six or eight people to bath
simultaneously, and filled with steaming water. Lining the walls were towels, befitting the king of
slaves or lowliest of commoners. And around the edge of the pool were the greatest assets of the
bathhouse: perfumes and soaps that were actually befitting of nobles, making them incomprehensibly
valuable to slaves.
Immediately upon arriving in the steam filled room Denral shamelessly slipped out of his dress
and stood at the edge of the pool in all his glory. He still had his back to Valmiki, and that was even
more frustrating for the kunerl. From behind, and with his hair so long and curled as it was, Denral
looked as though he could be a woman, albeit one without much definition, but after 5 years of
slavery any woman would be such a delight for Valmiki, even a woman who was not a woman at
all…and Valmiki found that prospect almost frightening. “Well, don’t just stand here, I’m not a painter,
just get in the water.”
Denral had been starting to piece together that he might be able to win his precious builder
over…but that line, at least for the moment deflated him a bit. In his fantasy of getting into trouble
Miki would have caved right there and tackled him like a beast, but Denral steeled himself, he had not
lost yet. Denral sighed and stepped calmly into the water, artfully managing to avoid showing his front
to Valmiki until he was in well above his waist, then he settled and turned to face his friend, casually
grabbing a sweet smelling soap and beginning his work. Careful not to wet his hair and thus lose his
best weapon, the wavy, bouncy curls, Denral continued with his forming gambit, “Well sure, you’re
not going to paint a picture of me, but we shouldn’t stay all night, so we’re not going to take turns.
Come on in,” he said with a winning smile.
Valmiki sighed, Denral was right…he was going to have to get naked himself, and share such
close space with the also naked Denral. He was started to think this was just a strange dream, about to
go to an unwanted place. But if it was, he wanted to see how unwanted a place it would go….and how
strange it could get before he woke, another thought he found most confounding. So he stripped as
well, showing himself in all his glory. And to Denral what glory it was, those perfect muscles, such fruit
of endless labor Miki’s body was to him. And as his eyes wandered down he found himself transfixed
and transformed by what he beheld. No wonder Valmiki had consummated with so many women, it
was by no means the largest piece Denral had ever witnessed…having witnessed and felt
countless…but it was perfect. Though it was not rigid Miki’s member was thick and he could tell it
would be a divine ride. His own piece was longer especially at this moment, but it didn’t have the same
presence. Denral was committed now, he had to have this work out. So as Valmiki entered the warm
waters he moved closer, handing Valmiki his soap, careful to still hide his now fully engorged member.
Miki was taken aback, it was so forward, so unlike Denral, and he was so close it made him
jittery and uncomfortable all at the same time. He took the soap wordlessly, not because he didn’t
want to speak, he wanted to tell the half-elf slut away, tell the pitiful beauty to go find some other
master if he wanted to be worn out some more, but the words were stuck, he couldn’t say them.
Valmiki’s thoughts ran down the corridor of his mind, Denral of course did not have succulent breasts,
one of the best parts of a woman, but also disguised by the water he could not see the lack of
womanly hips nor could he confirm or deny Denral’s gender, though he knew it well. To Valmiki, in this
moment clouded by steam, long unfulfilled desires, and the sweet smelling oils he saw Denral in a new
unnerving light, he saw the perfectly regal curls, the soft feminine slant of his cheekbones and those
beautiful tipped ears, he saw a…beauty. That was the thought he couldn’t shake, Denral was beautiful,
even without tits, and even without a tight wet snatch there were ways to simulate one, and he knew
that many masters had and they still came back for more. In the span of a few quickened heartbeats,
Denral was becoming a delicious, forbidden fruit, a fruit tasted by the masters all the time, but he
couldn’t have…the bath hardly seemed like a rebellious act of freedom anyway. He would likely have
been ordered to have one soon regardless, and it was nearly as radical as tainting what was only for
the masters. “Denral…you ask me, quite often, about the women I used to fuck…why?”
Denral knew it was coming, this was how he could win his little game, a game he had not
realized he had been playing as long as he had until just now. Since almost the first time he saw Valmiki
he began this game, victory determined by scorning the masters in so many ways. Firstly he would
take the seed of a slave, tainting his insides in the most desirable way, worsening his value for the
abusive masters, secondly he would show even greater defiance by choosing who to be tainted by
and finally feel like a man by having control on who he fucks and who fucks him. “You…don’t think it’s
because I like to fantasize about your women?”
“Actually I do….” He began massaging his own chest with the soap Denral had handed him, “it’s
just, that now I’m starting to think you don’t fantasize about my women in the way most would.”
“Oh?” Denral asked slinking in closer, knowingly, but ‘mistakenly’ placing his hand on Valmiki’s
upper thigh, “then how am I fantasizing?” For an instant Denral’s mind screamed at him, he thought
he’d made the move too soon, that his precious Miki would flee and his plan be ruined.
Valmiki did flinch as beneath the water a soft, loving hand began to caress his thigh,
dangerously close to his manhood, but now his manhood was throbbing, thick and pumping, it had
been so long since another’s flesh had come so close, it couldn’t end now, he had to find sweet
release, he had to find flesh. After taking a deep breath and relaxing he smiled “you fantasize about
being my women don’t you?”
Denral wanted to jump for joy, butterflies poured into his stomach, it was happening! “Yes, I
suppose I do…and do you fantasize about me being your women?” His hand stretched out further and
he moved so he was directly to Miki’s right, his own right knee sliding up in the water to rest on top of
the kunerl’s leg, the first step in a very provocative move. As his hand moved further it finally found its
target, that splendid rod, and it was throbbing! As he finished his questioned Miki’s member jolted to
full attention and Denral very skillfully began to tug and rub at it as he ever so slowly continued his
movement to position himself perfectly.
Valmiki did feel his manhood jolt at the question, his whole body did! That was it! All these
unshakable and dreadful thoughts, it was because he was thinking of Den as one of his women, what
it would be like to lie him down in a tent and….no why a tent? It was happening now. His hands
slithered down to Denral’s hips, and he firmly and swiftly helped the half-elf move to his position.
Straddling him, he was careful not to interrupt the tugging and rubbing, that was fantastic, almost
back-archingly fantastic. The dream was almost a reality, he couldn’t wake up now. He felt Denral’s
pulsating manhood as well, the tip of it kept bouncing off of his stomach. It was filling him with doubt
again, but he shook it away, he wanted this! “Yes, every time I see you dress up and curl your hair!
Every time I smell your perfume, every time I smell you covered in sex! When you go it makes me
jealous! When you return it makes me even more so! I want…..I need to have you!”
Denral was exalted! His precious’s hands were on his hips, and Miki even moved him to
position! With such assertiveness, such demand! He now sat straddling Valmiki, and they both wanted
it! They both needed it! Denral had to seal this quickly, before Valmiki reconsidered, before someone
interrupted, before he woke up from this dream! He took his hand away from Miki’s rigid protrusion,
and put both his arms around his precious’s neck like a woman would when dancing. And as he did so
he sat up on his knees, moving forward and over the glorious rod he would soon conquer, that’d soon
conquer him. To ensure he had Valmiki off guard he pressed his lips to him. They were so perfect,
even his lips were strong and he felt his partner’s arms pulls him tight from the hips. And he felt his
partner’s lips clash with his, and before either had delighted in the kiss their tongues were clashing and
they were feverishly beginning to bounce and rub against each other.
Valmiki felt like he had never been kissed it had been so long, and Denral didn’t feel as soft as
his women used to, but it made it more fun, more ferocious. He felt Denral’s long member teasing his
stomach and so he pulled Den in close, and pressed the new flesh to him. As their tongues lashed he
felt Denral begin to bob, trailing his decadently long manhood from the center of Miki’s stomach to the
center of his chest, it was glorious. He wanted to see what other feelings could be elicited from Den,
what other things could happen. He too began to bob, allowing the tip of his manhood to explore a
very new and enticing region, it rubbed all the way from the delicately soft flesh between Den’s hole
and his balls, to the entrance of Den’s tight wanting hole, to the lovely loving space between Den’s
cheeks and back. He knew this must be a dream now and he would awaken soon, so without warning,
when the timing was right, he began to thrust up and push Denral down.
He was being probed! Probed and prodded! Miki’s tip kept taunting and teasing to enter, it
was playful. It was…like love, it was a feeling that in all his encounters he had never experienced, and
soon he felt Miki pulling him down, so he aimed to help, and all at once everything happened. He felt a
large spew of pre spill onto Miki’s chest as an even larger spew of pre shot into him. In an instant he
was halfway to hilting the perfect rod, it was thick, pulsating, and raring to go. It consumed him and
filled him, and he wanted more. So he took more, forcing it all the way in he moaned like he had never
been fucked before, and grinded at the hilt of Miki’s rod!
Simultaneously Valmiki almost met his match, he had never before, not even his first time felt
the urge to cum all at once, right from the beginning, it was just so invigorating! He had another man’s
hard member rubbing and spurting on him, it was such a sure way of knowing he was pleasing, it was
so honest! At the same time he pierced into a tight hole, one that squeezed and milked at him, and
before he could even exhale the breath caught deep in his chest he was in deeper and deeper and
then all in! It felt fantastic, hearing Denral moan for him made him want to attack full on, he hugged
Denral to him even tighter and arched his back as much as he could, letting out a loud steady moan. He
didn’t care if he was caught, let the world see his defiance and know he was a god at pleasure. As the
tight hole clenched around him like a vice and suddenly began to move up and down he began
pounding away as hard as he could. He didn’t last more than few minutes, and then…more than five
year’s pent up sexual desire unleashed itself in a torrent like no other! He filled Denral to the brim,
every fiber of his body tensed and working to please Denral in a way he had never even contemplated
doing for any of his women. Thick strand after strand of his seed pumped relentlessly into Denral’s
bowels.
He was being just slaughtered! It was fantastic! Like an animal Miki was all over and inside him,
and just wouldn’t give up! And then…such sweet release! The strands of seed poured him to like a
wave, and they just kept coming! It wouldn’t end it was eternal and it was fantastic! He couldn’t
contain is own anymore as he slammed firmly down to take every last drip, moaning in a way that
would shame most sluts. Then he erupted even breaking the surface of the water with his first few
ropes of thick seed.
Both lay there in exhaustion. They had worked so hard, something that happened every day
for slaves. They had spurned their masters, and shown that love can and does persist even in hellish
existence…something only a few slaves had ever accomplished. And yet…most importantly, they had
done what no slave had managed to do in all of time…they had lived their dreams.
This is of course but one of my many stories. Even of Denral and Valmiki I have more. As that
was only their first time. Did they escape? You might ask. What about the masters, did they find out?
What about, Valmiki’s first time accepting Denral inside? These stories, as well as others of love, sin,
and even some of depravity and darkness I have. But only so much can be shared and pondered in a
night. And there is so very much for you to ponder this night…so I encourage you to do so, and listen
to another tale of mine some other time.