“Not now ……! By the gods …..! THINK!”
The man looked about him. Nervous. Checking who might be listening in. Who might rat him out.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.”
The old servant gestured Ka-Lan towards the stream of water pouring out of a pipe in the wall.
As Ka-Lan passed by him, the man whispered, “Time for questions later.”
An old servant had been sent to take Ka-Lan away. Unfazed by him stood throwing his aching boner. Not even a first glance at his naked body. Like handling human objects looking like this was natural. Ka-Lan was more than glad to get out of public view. And even more pleased to try and get that cord from his root.
But the knots had tightened too. Ka-Lan’s fumbling was getting him nowhere, his fingers weren’t releasing the cord. Desperate to escape this symbol of him degraded to a mere object. And to let his boner calm down.
As if knowing, the old guy approached with a long thin knife. Ka-Lan shied away. But practised the servant grabbed hold of the solid manhood in his hand .. hot, sweaty, aching-like-hell. Ka-Lan froze as he inserted the blade .. razor-sharp .. the cord fell away. Ka-Lan sighed. Not a nick, perfect. Noting this man was not doing that for the first time.
Ka-Lan hadn’t had a wash in days. He’d been stuck in that cage with the other slave .. out in the sun .. sweating, stinking. The water was cold but he grabbed the jug and willingly poured water over his head. He drank his fill until he coughed. Re-filling it. Relishing the stream of cool water through his hair .. cascading down his chiselled front. Luxury.
“Everywhere. Every last grain of dust. She’s very particular …..”
SHE? Ka-Lan twisted around. Stood naked before this stranger, some trusted family retainer ….?. Dripping wet, Ka-Lan’s head full of questions about what the hell was going on. SHE? He’d got the idea he’d been sold off to a man for sex. Now …. SHE?
But the old servant shook his head violently. Reading the unspoken question. Ka-Lan remembered, Time for questions .. later.
“Thoroughly. Dust from your hair. Sweat from your balls. You come unclean .. she’ll reject you. Won’t have you. Then you will know the gods have abandoned you …..”
Desperate to understand .. to work out what the hell was happening to him .. Ka-Lan accepted this old guy was his best chance to get in the picture. He was friendly enough. But the man was frightened to be heard speaking out of turn. Ka-Lan warmed to him. This old man was the first gesture of humanity Ka-Lan had seen in days. Thoughts were tumbling over and over in his head. Intrigued that he had indeed been sold into service with some woman. But time for that later ……
“SHE”. At least THAT was beginning to sound like his kind of thing. He hated the idea of being a slave. But getting fucked by a male ……? Hardly his thing. But if his “goods” had been commissioned into the service of a woman ….? Things were looking up.
Ka-Lan could whore himself. He could fuck a woman for a living if that was what was required. At least for now ….. He hadn’t given up on the idea of freedom. He was not staying put. But till then ….. he’d fuck to her heart’s content .. AND put a smile on her face. Like his mentor in the slave-cage had indicated .. better fucking some lonely wife whose husband “didn’t understand her” than being sent to sweat it out down in the mines.