“Git outta them rags!”
Ka-Lan was stood in the courtyard of this big house to which he’d been dragged. Servants going about their business. Casting glances his way. Housemaids at the water trough washing out sheets .. bored with their existence .. eyeing him up. Him with just a meagre covering of rags in his front.
And still tied into this aching boner .. for hours now. Hard-as-fuck! Feeling like he’d cum if he moved. And like this Ka-Lan was supposed to strip!
“Every last fucking stitch. NOW!”
Ka-Lan wasn’t shy with the girls. They wanted him strong and dependent .. in their hands, drooling on him in their mouths, moving smoothly, with passion, inside. But this …..? It felt more like a rusty iron bar than a trusty well-used tool.
And he wasn’t alone with a girl, was he? He was an object on display. He looked at a blank wall above the gawkers’ heads. What was always a thing of pride and pleasure .. they were making it into a source of awkwardness. He could almost hear the titters behind their eyes.
The guards stood by .. they had brought him from the market where he’d been put out on display and bought. They stood quenching their thirst .. looking on disinterested. But they were around to make things happen if needed. But it was another burly looking man throwing his temper around.
“I haveta tell ya again, motherfucker …… gonna change my mind. And whip that fucking arse all the way to the mines my-fucking-self ……”
Ka-Lan had been warned .. the mines ….. stinking sweaty, pitiless hard work .. coughing your guts up with the dust. Just waiting for the roof to cave-in. Life-expectancy down to months .. counted on the fingers of one hand.
That in mind, Ka-Lan stripped himself down. The covering he wore slid down his legs. Lay in a crumpled mess at his feet.
“ ‘Bout fucking time. Next time I tell ya to jump .. ya say how high?”
The surly brute had an insane look about him. A manner that demanded fear. Ka-Lan felt incensed that this was happening to him. But there was something manic about this foul-mouthed arsehole .. something that told him not to push his luck.
For the sale he’d had to suffer that wet leather cord bound around the base of his cock. Predictably the slaver was putting his wares out for sale. He’d spent hours under the sun .. the leather had constricted. Touched up .. ogled at .. giggled at. The cord on him .. grippingly tight. Not to mention that stick jammed inside .. putting pressure on just the spot.
For the journey here the slavers had tied that cloth around his waist .. for decency’s sake? For fuck’s sake .. leather cord giving him a hard-on? No one could miss what the rags barely covered up. With every step from the market to this big house, Ka-Lan had been advertising his wares. Or had that just been the point? His new master’s public display of wealth. And of the power over him.
And now this burly slavemaster had his eyes all over Ka-Lan down there. Checking him out. Ka-Lan felt his blood rising .. his indignations growing. But looking around .. what was he going to do? In a high-walled courtyard .. the guards who’d escorted him still around. And plenty of other loyal servants who’d give him a hard time if he made a run for it.
“Git those fucking-hands up behind ya fucking-head, arsehole.”
This slavemaster sounded uncouth. And he looked like a bruiser. Ka-Lan wasn’t going to tell him to fuck-off. He reckoned those calloused fists had seen plenty of action. Ka-Lan felt trapped. Indignant, incensed. But unsure of himself. And stuck with this. Reluctantly he did as told. Stood there in a busy courtyard .. people going about their business .. and gawping at the newcomer .. stood stark-naked .. throwing this aching enforced boner.
Every eye on him, he felt. Hands up behind his head, displaying his wares. Every pair of eyes knew who he was. What he was here for. What was going to happen to him. Knew better than he did. Despite himself .. not normally reluctant to show off his superbly chiselled physique .. Ka-Lan struggled to hide his shame. He’d never been with a man .. he never would have .. why would he? But he felt every eye here knew he would be before the day was out.
He wouldn’t go for men. But was he going to be offered any choice? But every head turned in his direction knew. He’d been bought. Selected. For a reason. He felt every pair of eyes was imagining him. Being done. Doing the business. Hard not to feel uncomfortable.
Angry. Frustrated. Embarrassed. Ka-Lan sweated. He had known better days.