He always loved his time with the girls. What that did for him. The look of intense satisfaction on their lips as he bade them farewell. The sense of manliness from a night with an equally energetic girl. The fulfilment that he had pleasured her as much as himself. The regret .. on both sides .. that they might not get round to doing that together again.
How things had changed! The drudgery of having sex. Day after day in that dismal room. Week after week of the betrothed pointless jumping up and down on him. His machine-like shedding his load into the poor wretch. Feeling the betrayal for her as much as the denigration of himself.
What had always put a smile on his face .. laughter and clowning around with the girls .. now reduced to drudgery. Meaningless. Depressing. Worth nothing at all.
But more comfortable than his torments from the bitch. Those nerve-crunching hours on that cold stone being used. Of zero importance. There for one purpose only .. the cat toying endless with her mouse. Lucky to be chosen. Lucky his suffering still amused.
AND .. worryingly .. -between sessions .. when he had chance to think .. WHAT would happen? IF fear got the better of his rampant manliness? If once .. and it’d take only once .. if that dreaded moment happened ….. what THEN? If his tortured cock would not rise ……?.
That night in the cellars .. he’d hit rock-bottom. He’d got himself convinced .. after hours of shivering .. feeling abandoned .. not a sigh of life anywhere. She’d had enough of him. He was no longer a challenge. Constantly edgy .. inexorably worn-down by her .. a self-fulfilling prophecy. She’d made him boring, he no longer entertained. To be cast aside. No fun anymore.
He’d been played out after another nerve-racking session with her. But no danger he’d drift off into sleep. He’d had his naked arse hauled down into the cellars. Pinned out naked in the cold on this cross. The agonising chills would see to that .. he’d not sleep. Down deep in the caves under the palace, the cold was immutable, unforgiving. An eerie, ancient cold. Deadly silent. Cold wrapped itself around him like a blanket. NO. Like a shroud. Chilling the blood that sluggishly oozed through his veins.
It would be an endless night. Every bit of him exposed. He longed like crazy to curl into some protective ball .. like some unborn child. No chance. Pinned to this cross. Naked, stretched-out. Exposed to freezing chills. No chance to generate any warmth to fend against the freezing cold.
But it was that fear of abandonment that had eventually got through to him. He’d been dumped. Deep underground. Or cast aside? She’d got bored with him.
Was she just jerking him around? Playing on his fears? Disposed of because he cock could not do the business? Was this just another of her evil tricks? Or had she tired of him already? Was his time up?
What more sadistic way to rid herself of a burden like him than to stuff him down here with the chilled meat? Letting him hope .. thinking this was just punishment .. only for a few hours. At most he’d shiver here overnight. Early morning he’d be hauled out .. doing his duties by the betrothed again.
But ….. what if …..? What if this was it? What more sadistic way to rid herself of this burden .. stick him deep underground with his false hopes? To freeze. To die immeasurably slowly. Alone.
Little hope that someone might chance on him stuck down here. And if someone did, who would dare show pity on his frozen arse? She’d ordered him abandoned here … stuck on this cross .. to freeze. To freeze to death? The thought that he was going to die down here .. like this .. alone .. abandoned .. forgotten .. that had got to him. The cold had convinced him. Unimportant. He counted for nothing.
She’d toyed with him repeatedly. She’d fucked with his mind. Now shivering. With the cold. He’d not wanted to believe it. Beset with fears that this was how she’d finished him off .. with this sense of abandonment. Was she just jerking him around? Or was his time up.
This was torture. Physical. Mental. As punishing as the tricks with his manliness she played in that dismal chamber up above. To die or not to die? Another of her tricks? Or was he sentenced to a lonely interminable dying?
The cold seeped into his flesh. It took hold in his bones. A growing sense of despair seeped itself into his joints .. fearing the worst. Abandoned.
Even when they’d come for him .. hauled his sorry arse back up to the surface .. even when he had found a spot in the glow of the growing sun .. letting its rays caress his near-naked skin .. even after luxuriating in that warmth .. glorying that he had been released .. even after all that, when Nathor found him, Ka-Lan was still trembling deep-down-inside. It seemed no amount of sun could thaw the bone-chilling fears that had knotted in his guts.
In those depths he HAD refused to give in to the chill that threatened to lead him into despair. Now he was free .. now that ordeal was behind him .. he could feel proud of that mental victory. BUT …. MAN! What an enormous effort it had taken. That battle against despondency .. that fight-for-life combat for his strength of mind .. it had soaked up the last remaining vestiges of his positive self. Battling away her oppressive blanket of self-destructive dismay.
Convincing himself. Forcing himself to believe. THIS was not how he’d end his days. Ka-Lan was a natural optimist. He always saw the best in life. The flush of an eternal spring flourished in his veins.
But under the Mistress’ soul-crushing onslaught for weeks he’d been battling against growing demoralisation .. fighting to keep himself going in face of her daily assaults on his will. Down there, in the oppressive chill .. it had taken a monstrous effort. He’d had to force himself. Master himself. Chin up, chest-out. Pinned to this cross .. the chill of despair settling into his bones. But NO! He told himself .. Ka-Lan steeled his resolve .. Ka-Lan’s life did not end this way.
Like mad he’d fought to keep his spirits up. Telling himself .. after all, he still had a job to do. Get the poor girl with child. He willed himself to think positive. This malicious night of shivering .. chillingly stuck on a cross …. It was just another of that evil bitch’s tricks .. freezing his nuts off down here with the carcases of meat ….. He cajoled with himself .. Ka-Lan had balls big enough .. he prided himself in a cock that rose to every challenge. Solid enough to fight that bitch back.
ANYTHING. Anything he could use to fan alive embers of hope. Glimmers of positive thinking. Ka-Lan dug deep into his reserves. He scooped up every trace of strength-of-will. Determined to fend off the despair that threatened to sink deep into his muscular flesh. Settle into his bones. Tighten its grip on his throat. Crush the will-to-live out of him.
Condemned to this eternity. Chilled. Wrapped in a chilly blanket of despair.
NO. FUCK-IT! This was not the way for Ka-Lan to end his days!