The Unforgiven

Nahji took his deep strokes, moaning, even though it hurt him. He wanted a load so bad he could taste it. The boy would have given anything for his cock to get hard so he could come with Verik’s load shooting down his throat.

Verik gasped and moaned, feeling the hot tightness of the boy’s gagging throat spasm around his cock head. It was so fucking hot to use the bitch and know he couldn’t come. He groaned, feeling his balls clench hard - he was about to shoot. He tried to pull out of the boy’s mouth, but Nahji pressed his mouth down onto his cock, aching to take his load. Verik slapped the whore, and pulled out of his mouth, breathing hard.

“Think I’d waste a load in your mouth?”

“Come in my mouth,” Nahji begged, licking Verik’s slick cock. “Please.”

“No way bitch. You’re taking my load up your whore ass,” Verik said, pulling on the boy’s hair, forcing him to look up into his eyes.

“And after I’m done making you scream, you’ll still be desperate for my cock.”

Nahji looked down at his limp cock, ashamed; he knew Verik was right. Serving men was a nightmare of frustrated need.

“I need to come,” Nahji shouted at Verik, his eyes afire with rage. “Gods. I can’t stand it. Always aching. No release. I hate him.”

Verik laughed. “Why should you come like a man? Get up there.”

He threw the boy to the furs and lay on top of him, looking down into his eyes, rubbing his hardness against the boy’s useless cock. 

Nahji’s legs fell open; he rubbed himself against Verik’s hard cock.

“See what a serving slut you are?” Verik said.

He kissed the side of the boy’s neck softly, whispering into his ear.

“You want my cock even if you know it’ll hurt. You want to feel me tearing into your tight little hole, don’t you bitch?”

Verik slid his hot tongue across the boy’s hard nipples. Nahji cried out in pleasure, bucking against Verik’s hard body. 

“You need my cock inside you boy,” Verik said, licking the slaveboy’s nipples one after the other until the boy arched his back, pressing against Verik, tossing his head back and forth. 

“Yes. I want it,” Nahji said. He couldn’t help himself. “I want your cock.”

“Even if you can't come?”

Verik wet his finger, playing with the boy’s hole while he licked his nipples.

“Yes,” Nahji said. “Yes. Fuck me, please.”

“Look at that, you desperate whore.” 

Verik rolled onto the furs, grabbing the boy around his waist so he was on his side with his ass pressed up against his hard cock.

Verik grabbed the boy’s hair and pulled his head back.

“You know what I’ll be thinking when I fuck your bitch ass?” he whispered into the boy’s ear.

Nahji moaned at the feel of Verik’s hot tongue on his neck.

“I’ll be thinking how you’re a serving slut, how you’ll never come,” he said. “This is all you’re good for now.”

He reached between the boy’s legs and grabbed his balls, pinching the soft tender flesh until the boy screamed and writhed in his grip. Verik moaned in pleasure. The thrill of the boy’s cries of pain as he tortured his balls viciously was nearly unbearable.

“You scream so good boy,” Verik whispered into the boy whore’s ear.

He dug his fingers deep into the boy’s balls, twisting, squeezing, looking into Nahji’s face, twisted into a mask of agony. He ran his hand over the boy’s luscious young flesh, loving the feel of the whore trembling against him.

“Is that bitch hole all sewn up for me?” he said into the boy’s ear.

Nahji gasped for breath in his arms. His pain wracked balls made his body tremble all over; hysterical tears choked his words.

“He had the temple sew my ass last summer,” the boy managed through his tears. 

Men who owned whores had their asses tightened up so they gave men more pleasure and brought in more silver. It was agony for a cut slaveboy to have a man in his tight ass. 

“What about your pleasure bead,” Verik said. “You feel anything up your whore ass?” He hated fucking a bitch who felt pleasure up his ass. It wasn’t decent.

The boy shook his head. “No. My Master took my pleasure. I only feel pain when men use me.”

Verik pushed the boy onto his back and lay on top of him, looking down into his suffering eyes.

“You want my cock bitch?” he said, pressing his thick cock against the boy’s hole.

“No, please don’t – it hurts,” the boy said in a sudden panic.

Verik laughed and put the boy’s legs up on his shoulders, opening the whore’s ass to him. The sight of the boy’s tight, pink pleasure hole in the glowing firelight made Verik wild - he ached to tear into him and make him scream. He slid his finger into the boy’s mouth, and made him lick it. 

“Your fuck hole is good and tight boy, like a bitch should be,” Verik said, pressing his wet finger against the boy’s impossibly tight hole.

“Oh fuck,” Verik said when he felt the hot tightness inside the boy. “I’m going to rape this whore hole so hard, boy.”

Verik guided his cock to the boy’s hole and leaned over the bitch, pinning his arms to the furs. The whore panicked the moment he felt Verik’s thick cock pressing against his tight hole.

“No! Don’t,” Nahji said, in an ecstasy of fear. “It hurts so bad up my ass. Please.” 

Verik was relentless. “Take it like a real desperate serving slut. Work your ass onto my cock,” he said, looking down into the boy’s eyes, wild with terror.

Nahji hesitated. Every inch would be a small agony. He couldn’t bring himself to obey. He just couldn’t. 

“Do it bitch,” Verik said, inches from Nahji’s face in the shadowy firelight. “Or I won’t wait for your Master. I’ll carve your pretty little face to pieces and pay him to buy another whore.”

The boy knew he’d hurt him bad if he disobeyed. He Nahji pressed his ass against Verik, working his tight hole onto his cock, moaning, gasping in pain. 

Verik looked down into the slaveboy’s eyes, feeling how the whore’s hole resisted him, seeing how he suffered, pushing his trembling ass against his hard cock, whimpering, afraid. 

“Your hole is fucking tight.”

“Oh Gods, it hurts - please! -” the boy screamed.

“Shut the fuck up and take my cock bitch.”

At last, the head of his cock entered the boy’s incredibly tight, hot hole. The slaveboy’s whimpering and begging drove Verik crazy. 

He grabbed the boy’s ass and rammed his cock deep into the whore’s deliciously tight hole. Nahji screamed, struggling, begging for mercy. The boy cried in a frenzy of tears, gasping for air, trembling against him. 

Verik used the boy’s ass brutally, fucking hard into him. The whore’s quivering ass grabbed his cock tight, massaging his thick meat on every driving stroke; Verik moaned and gasped in pleasure.

He leaned close, looking straight down into Nahji’s tormented eyes. Pain looked so good on the boy. He looked beautiful - whimpering, crying, so full of suffering; he wished he could save this moment forever.

“Fucking hot whore hole,” Verik said, groaning with every stroke. He couldn’t believe how hot and tight the bitch felt. The boy’s hole was incredibly sweet.

“See how I use you bitch? And after I’m done, you’ll still be hungry for cock,” he whispered into the boy’s ear.

Verik showed him no mercy. He used the boy hard, coming nearly all the way out of his hot hole, then slamming back into him. 

“This is nothing,” Verik said, looking down into the boy’s eyes, stroking into his tight ass. “Wait ‘til I mount you like a bitch on all fours and rape you.” He kissed the boy’s neck, licking his soft, tender flesh. “I’m going to make you suffer boy,” he whispered into the whore’s ear.

Nahji cried pitifully, screaming when he rammed the boy’s tender hole again and again. Verik fucked the boy in a hot rhythm, turning the whore’s ass red with his savage strokes, until he finally pulled out of him.

“Get on all fours boy. I’m going to mount you like the serving bitch you are.”

Nahji put his sore ass up, whimpering, begging – but Verik paid no mind to the boy. He grabbed his hips and mounted him from behind, driving his cock deep into the boy’s abused hole. Sweat slid down Verik’s chest as he fucked the boy’s hot hole with in a wild animal fury. 

Verik pushed the struggling boy to the furs, laying on top of him, kissing the scars on his back while he fucked his pleasure hole. He loved the feel of the boy’s hot hole pulsing around his throbbing cock meat. The sight of the boy’s abused back drove Verik crazy. He plunged faster and faster into his ass, running his fingers over the scars, the boy’s cries for mercy echoing in his ears.

“You fucking serving bitch. Say it boy. Tell me how you’ll never come.”

Nahji said it again and again, driving Verik mad with savage lust. He truly fucked the boy whore in a frenzy, driving his hips into him so hard the boy’s whole body shook. Verik grunted and moaned, panting hard, his eyes squeezed shut. Every muscle in his hard body stood out in the orange firelight. Sweat ran down his back. His hips pumped hard. 

“Take my load you fucking whore,” he said in strangled voice and drilled into the boy, going suddenly rigid, moaning as his cock exploded and shot load after load of hot come up the boy whore’s ass. 

He collapsed on his back beside the crying boy, breathing hard.

“Please don’t tell my Master I didn’t please you. I obeyed,” the boy said. His trembling voice squeaked on the ragged edge of hysteria.

Verik looked at the crying boy. Sometimes he couldn’t stand the sight of his own face in the mirror.

“I won’t boy,” he said softly, caressing the boy’s arm.

The slaveboy pulled away from his touch. Verik was used to it. He looked up into the darkness, waiting for the whore’s tears to stop.

“You won’t Sir?” the boy said, turning to Verik.

“No.”

“Thank you Sir,” Nahji said, falling on Verik’s chest, crying softly, resting against him, looking up into his face. 

He looked down at the whore resting on him, pushed his hair back from his tear-streaked face; even now the boy had the look of helpless suffering that had nearly driven Verik mad. He had to own this boy.

“I’m buying you boy.”

The whore tried to get up, but Verik pushed him down, made him lay on his chest. He stroked the boy’s face gently.

“I thought I wanted a virgin. I was wrong. I want a boy like you.”

“My Master’s whores aren’t for sale Sir,” the boy said.

“Your Master’s right arm would be for sale if he could make a profit.”

Verik suddenly sat up, pushing the boy aside. He grabbed his sword from the floor. He’d heard something at the door. He was sure of it. He looked around the small room.

“Get over there in the corner,” Verik said, motioning with his sword.

“Sir, what’s - ”

Verik slapped the boy’s face. “Do it. Now. Keep quiet,” he said in a low whisper.

A loud knock on the door boomed in the small room.

“Open up,” a man’s voice said.

“I’m using a bitch,” Verik said, putting his sword down long enough to pull on his trousers. “Leave me alone.”

The door shook in its frame two, three times. Nahji cowered in the corner.

Verik opened the door, his sword in hand. Two soldiers pushed into the room, their swords drawn. A third man came in behind them – Khaliz – he should have known.

“Get his sword,” he said to the soldier closest to Verik.

The soldier hesitated. Like all men in Nequir, he’d cheered on the gladiator in the arena.

“Give me your sword,” he said with more authority than he felt.

Verik dropped it at his feet and spit on the ground.

“I’ve done nothing,” he said to Khaliz, head of the militia in Nequir.

“That’s not true Verik. You’ve made loads of gold for our little mining town. Men come from all over to see you fight.”

He walked past Verik and sat on the furs, a bulky bearded man with narrow, harsh eyes. “Now that you’re a free man, we stand to lose a lot of gold.”

“I told you when you let me go, I’m not signing on again.”

“I know. That was a pity. I had to kill a man because of you. A poor cloth merchant.”

Khaliz smiled, looking more crooked than a coiled snake. 

“He was an innocent man. He had nothing to do with me.”

“You argued with him at his stall. There were witnesses.”

“I left him in good health,” Verik said.

“Three witnesses will testify they saw you come back and go into the man’s house. He was found a little while ago with his throat slit from ear to ear. That was your favorite way to dispatch men wasn’t it?”

“You fucking scum,” Verik said, heading for Khaliz. The two soldiers crossed their swords in front of him, stopping him.

“You should have signed on again. You would have been a free man. All the bitch ass you wanted, gold, fame. You’re a fool,” Khaliz said.

“I’m not fucking going back. I’ll die first,” Verik said, knocking the swords away. 

His talk was distraction. In his mind, all three men became targets. He could take all of them. He’d worry about getting out of the whorehouse later.

At a nod from their commander, the soldiers lowered their swords. That surprised Verik.

“Get the bitch,” Khaliz said.

A soldier dragged the boy out of his corner and threw him at the commander’s feet. Khaliz pulled the frightened boy by his hair and pressed a dagger to his throat.

“Please Sir. I’m nothing. Just a slaveboy.”

“Shut up bitch,” Khaliz said, looking at Verik.

He pressed the point of the knife closer to the boy’s throat, drawing a drop of blood.

Nahji cried out. “Don’t kill me - please.” 

“Your word that you’ll come with us or I’ll slit the whore’s throat,” Khaliz said.

Verik had to get the boy clear before he could do anything.

“Let him go. I’ll come with you.”

Khaliz let the boy collapse to the floor. Nahji ran to the only safety in the room – Verik – and collapsed against him. He pushed the boy behind him, wishing he’d strapped on his short sword. 

Seven men came running into the room, all big, hard men, their swords drawn. Ajef was one of them.

“Get the fuck out of my whorehouse Khaliz,” he said.

“This man is under arrest,” Khaliz said. “I’ll shut you down for standing in the way of the law.”

“The law doesn’t say you can arrest a man inside my whorehouse. You think the Town Council will be happy you ruined my business? No business, no taxes – no gold in their pockets. Get out. I’ll send him outside.”

Ajef was right. The Town Council wouldn’t be pleased. The taxes on Ajef’s back room gambling had made men on the Council rich.

“You better send him out,” Khaliz said, leaving, motioning his men to come with him.

“I have no use for gladiator scum,” Ajef called after him. “Get dressed,” he said, turning to Verik.

“I’m not going back to the arena,” he said. 

“I’m not sending you back. Khaliz is scum. You served your time. Hurry up.”

“Why are you helping me?” Verik said, fully dressed, his sword in hand.

“Because the only difference between you and me is that you got caught.”

It was a fair answer. “I want the bitch,” Verik said.

“What?” Ajef said, standing in the doorway, looking down the hallway.

“I want him,” Verik said, pointing to the boy sitting on the edge of the furs. “Here.” He gave Ajef ten fifty token gold pieces. 

“He’s yours,” Ajef said, hefting the weight of the gold in his hand.

The boy ran to kneel at Ajef’s feet. “No. Let me stay Sir. I make you a lot of gold,” he said. Nahji grabbed his trousers, pleading. “Don’t sell me to him Sir. He’s a monster.”

“Watch what you say about your new Master boy,” Ajef said, pocketing the gold pieces.

Verik grabbed the boy. “Let’s go.”

Nahji struggled with him, trying to twist out of his grip.

“Stop it,” Verik said, annoyed. “Don’t make me hurt you. You’re mine now. Obey me and I won’t put anymore scars on your back.”

Nahji stopped fighting and looked up at him. “You promise?”

“Obey me and I won’t whip you like that. Don’t piss me off boy. You’ll be sorry. I promise.”

Looking up into his dark eyes, Nahji knew that, for good or bad, Verik would keep his word. He let the gladiator take his hand and followed after him.

In the whorehouse, at a signal from Ajef, two men went out to distract the soldiers. Within moments, they were fighting with each other outside the whorehouse, brawling on the ground. A crowd of shouting men gathered, blocking the view of Khaliz and his soldiers.

Ajef led Verik and the boy through the whorehouse to a crammed storage room. He pushed an empty wooden crate over and stepped through the door that opened in the stone wall. Verik and Nahji followed into the darkness beyond.

Ajef grabbed the two torches mounted on the wall, giving one to Verik. 

“This way,” Ajef said.

Verik followed close, keeping the boy near. 

“Where are we?” Verik said.

“Inside the mountain behind the whorehouse. No one knows how old these tunnels are,” Ajef said, peering into the darkness.

They came to a turn in the tunnel and Ajef stopped. A river of water ran by.

“Follow the water. It leads all the way out to the docks. You can get a boat there.”

“What about Khaliz?”

“Let me handle him. Safe journey,” Ajef said and turned back the way he had come.

Verik and the boy walked into the deep darkness, following the river. The farther they walked, the hotter it was. They walked endlessly, sloshing through the warm water, surrounded by darkness. Verik pulled the boy on, thinking of how they’d get out of town. 

Up ahead a smudge of light surfaced in the liquid darkness; Verik smelled the sea. He pulled his sword, not knowing what to expect outside. 

They emerged into a dark, deserted alley. Night had fallen. He put his sword away; his black mark was bad enough. Nahji watched Verik rub dirt on his face, trying to make the mark look like just another smudge. No one would take caijeen on their boat.

They walked down the narrow alleyway and came out on the busy docks. Verik chose a small ship and asked around for the captain.

“Where you headed?” the man said, looking Verik up and down.

“Naj Roh. You going that way?”

“I’m going to the island. You got to make your own way to the town.”

“How much?”

“Twenty five gold for you and the boy.”

“No,” Verik said, turning to go.

“How many men you think will take caijeen on their boat?” the captain said. “The patrols been here. You got a price on your head.”

Verik turned on him, not sure what the man wanted. 

“That dirt don’t fool me,” the captain said. “Twenty five gold or swim. No one will take you.”

“Why don’t you turn me in?”

“To that Khaliz scum? Everyone knows you didn’t kill that merchant. You always fought with honor. I’ll take you. It ain’t none of their business what a man does when he’s served his time.”

“You have my thanks,” Verik said.

“I’ll take your gold instead,” the captain said.

Verik counted out the gold and gave it to him. The captain let them on board and left to go finish loading his ship. 

Soon, the ship got underway. Verik sat down and pulled the boy between his legs. He wrapped his arms around Nahji, looking out over the dark water. 

Verik had heard about Naj Roh in prison. His mark wouldn’t matter there. They forgave everyone, as long as they obeyed The Ways of the temple.

“We’re going to Naj Roh Sir?” Nahji said.

“You’ll like it there boy. It’s a holy town.”

Nahji knew about Naj Roh. No slaveboy wanted to end up there, where the Old Ways were followed. A slaveboy’s only purpose in Naj Roh was to suffer and serve. The boy looked out over the crashing seas, feeling his fate drawer closer with every rise and fall of the black waters.