He'd always been a frail boy. Shy, withdrawn, not eager to play and roughhouse with the other boys, preferring to pursue his feminine side. Gradually, over the years, he became more pretty than handsome, quickly becoming the center of attention from all of the guys around. Finally, he discovered the power his beauty gave him, and learned to use it to compensate for raw strength.
He quickly learned that there are things men will not tell under harsh torture, but will carelessly spill when drunk with lust or satisfaction, or when they think nobody of import is listening. So it was that he ended up working for a prince - not for money, or lust for adventure, but on a whim - a glimpse of something, a power that the prince had inflamed deep inside himself. That by itself should have made him back off, but by then it was far too late. For months he was gathering intelligence, quite useful, quite valuable, and extremely damming. He was about to report to the prince with his latest round of intelligence when the dark men struck.
It wasn't them, but rather the common rank and file of the queen's troops who had recognized him with horror and rage. The were embarrassed that the beautiful female that they used nightly and carelessly telling their secrets to, was nothing more than a male harlot. They all knew that a man like him would fetch a fortune from a jaded, wealthy nobleman or noblewoman once sold in the slave pits. All the men pooled their meager funds together to buy him so that they could exact their revenge on him.
It wasn't just anger - they felt their honor had been impugned. Just killing him... would be much too easy. They had beaten him, of course, often, hard, but never too hard, never enough to be fatal, just hard enough to send him into the dark pits of nothingness. Their taunting words had been just as bad if not worse than the blows they delivered to his broken body. After they had satisfied themselves with brute force, they had cast him in a latrine pit for days to be covered and bathed in their waste. But the worst was yet to come...,
One day, his captors dragged him out of the latrine pits and carefully but harshly cleaned the accumulated filth off his fur bringing out its wonderful pink patterns once again. Then without giving his fur a chance to properly dry of they roughly shorn off his beautiful hair, before taking him to the blacksmith who branded him with a whore's mark. He got lucky there, though: they hadn't marred his face, and the brand showed no sign of infection. Yeah. Lucky.
Once the queen's troops were satisfied with their work, they roughly hauled his naked and shivering body to their recruiting office where they shackled him to the side of the building on top of a well used and stained mattress with a sign that said 2 copper crowns for every use or free for new recruits. It seemed that the stream of men to service never seemed to end once his forced labor began. The men used him in any way they saw fit, even to the point where they would beat him to near unconsciousness. He quickly learned that the troops only visited every few hours to collect the coins that where left behind, to clean him up and let him get a mere half hour rest. He wondered that perhaps his captors wanted him to die like a common whore, exhausted, gutted, riddled with myriad diseases, or simply from despair?
It was hard to keep track of night and day. He slept when and if he was able to, or would pass out, for at most an hour or two at a time. He was fed poorly, although his belly was distended from the issue of all the men he had sucked off. His anus was burning when it didn't feel numb. The straps made it nearly impossible to relax, let alone lie down.
But the worst was that he felt he was breaking. The sensation of having a cock - or two - inside him was the only distraction he had. When he felt hungry he noticed he wanted to taste cum not the occasional watered down bread that was placed in a bowl for him..
This is what they wanted. To punish him for using sex against them, they'd use sex to destroy him. If he didn't die, what would he survive as?
Help me. Help me. Please, somebody...
Got this from
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