Fuck! What was he to do? With horror he’d spotted the Priest nod to the guard with the cane. Moments later that terrifying sound again cut across the air. The call of a leather-braided cane sizzling through the light. Targeted on his burning backside.
He yelped. The strike exploded on his whiplashed arse. No way he could hold it in. He yelled. The pain overwhelmed his will .. desperate to keep it in. Keep his pain to himself. And already his ears heard another whoosh. Another lash targeted on his tortured arse. All those hits there. His backside stinging with raw pain. The force of the strike jarred his hips forward. The pain of braided cane on burning flesh made his eyes pop.
Strike-upon-strike. Pain like his backside was glazed with liquid fire. It sizzled, flesh fried. Lash-upon-stinging lash. Burning globes of agony. A firestorm that raced scorching down his muscled thighs. It crackled up his spine. Yelling out with each painful swipe. His muscular torso jerked upwards under a sharp bite of torment taken out of his bare arse. He’d wanted to stay true to himself. Hang on to his dignity. Proud of his manly strength. But the force of this flogger was taking its toll.
“So you’re saying ….?”
The faces in front of him had taken on a blur. His eyes running in a smarting haze .. stinging with streaks of salty sweat. Countless vicious stingers burned into his tortured arse. The beatings had stopped. He would have called out in thanks. But his voice was tortured by a flood of gasping cries.
He hasn’t seen the priest raise his hand again. Calling for another pause. Envious, maddened with thirst, he watched the guard reach for a flagon of water. The flogger’s bare torso was glistening too .. evidence of the efforts he was putting in. He wasn’t going to get flogged himself for lack of trying. The flogger’s back too was running with sweat. But nothing like the way his victim felt. He panted like fury. He swished his head to the side .. trying to dispel the sweat trickling into his eyes.
Morbidly .. his chest heaving hard and laboured .. curious he listened in to the priest’s question to the Prince. Perversely wondering what they had planned for him next.
“That slave had been privileged .. the stonemason .. he let you down, ran away? So you destroyed those very assets that had earned him a privileged life?”
The priest had been scouring the runaway’s sweat-drenched front. Down over the muscle-hard chest. Resting a while on the chiselled rocks in his belly. And then .. worryingly .. his eyes lowered and stayed glowering at his manhood.
He gave a shiver .. at the way those eyes rested there. On his “assets”. He could put one-and-one together. He swallowed. Not wanting to hear any more. Not wanting the priest to carry on.
The priest now turned his head to the Prince. They locked gazes.
“You chopped them off.”
The Prince now broke off his look with the Priest. His eyes too came to rest on the limp member .. snuggling in a nest of damp sweaty hair.
“It is an honour to serve your master. To serve in the temple even more so. Deserting the handmaidens is a heinous crime.”
His face was grim.
“Warrants more than just being thrown to the wolves.”