Passing Time In The Prison Pit
by tannim
September 12, 2014

	Birds sung as Martin wandered through a lush forest.  Trees towered around him, ancient giants that had grown for more seasons than he could count.  The mouse had no idea where he was or how he'd gotten there.  He only knew that he was free.  Lost and alone, but proud and free.

	The soft loam of the woodlands gave way to grass under his foot paws and the trees thinned out.  It had been a long time since he'd had real grass to walk on.  Maybe he could find some berries along the fringe for a snack.

	"Hoi, gerrup, slave."

	The voice came from the forest behind him, a forest that rapidly darkened when he turned around.  The trees twisted and merged into wooden planks until they formed a familiar Marshank slave compound wall.

	"I said, GET UP, Slave!"

	Martin's eyes jerked open.  He'd been dreaming, of course.  Pushing himself up, he saw Gurrad leering at him through the bars.  The rat captain's face was not a welcome sight to wake up to.  Martin grunted and eased himself out of bed. "What now?"

	Gurrad's eyes wandered over the mouse's bare well-toned body. "Well now, still showin' off, aren't you? Should 'ave been a rag or two in there to wear, but you just didn't want to put it on, did you?" He chuckled at the angry stare that earned him. "Lord Badrang's decided he was too lenient yesterday.  Yer goin' to the pit.  This lovely little bed is far too nice for the likes of YOU." The rat wrinkled his nose in mock disgust. "You slaves are too filthy to be kept indoors."

	"I'm going to kill you one day, Gurrad.  You, Hisk, Badrang, and every other vermin in this place." Martin grabbed the cage bars and angrily batted away Gurrad's whip when the rat waved it at him. "I'll fight each one of you myself if I have to!"

	Gurrad snorted and lightly poked the slave mouse in the chest with his cutlass blade instead of his whip. "What, with that little knife hangin' between your legs? It's all you've got, slave." Martin bared his teeth angrily at that, but the frustration showed how hard that remark hit him.  Gurrad stepped back and pulled a loincloth off from his belt. "You don't even 'ave one of these right now.  Badrang decided to be very generous and NOT force me to parade you in front of the other slaves naked.  If it were me, you'd be prancin' about an' workin' that way just as an example to 'em all." He held it out to Martin, then laughed and snatched it away before the mouse could grab it. "I ain't 'eard no thank you, Cap'n Master Sir."

	Martin remained silent.  He waited until Gurrad got bored and tried to tease him again, then snatched it before the rat could pull it away.  The mouse pulled the cloth up in the front to cover his genitals at first, but the cutlass clanging against the cage made him freeze and look up again before he could finish.

	"Hmph! Badrang thought you might like these back too," Gurrad held up his regular clothes. "but you don't seem to want 'em, so I don't think I'll let you 'ave 'em back to wear in the pit!"

	Martin grit his teeth in frustration for several seconds.  He wouldn't be thankful towards any vermin, no matter how cold the pit could be.  A sudden thought made him calm down though.

	"You're right.  I don't deserve them.  Badrang would be happy to see his order ignored since you know what's best."

	Gurrad gnawed on a claw as he thought about it, then threw the slave mouse's clothing through the cell door. "Arg, shut up and put 'em on.  We gots to get goin'."

	The rat captain growled a bit as Martin pulled up his loincloth.  Its fabric cupped Martin's large cock along with his grapefruit-sized balls in their heavy scrotum and hid them almost completely.  Only a large shapeless bulge was left down there.

	Everything was hidden entirely too much for Gurrad's liking.  The bulge was there, sure, but there wasn't much detail shown from it.  He liked a good embarrassing amount of detail to be shown by slaves.  It made them know their place!

	Gurrad felt awkward watching the mouse dress.  It should have been fun making a slave dress in front of him, but with his own genitals not nearly as impressive as the slave's, none of his usual taunts seemed to fit the situation and he was too slow-witted to think of anything clever.  It was rather frustrating.

	As Martin tugged his rough worn tunic on, Gurrad crossed his arms and gave up on taunts. "You should feel honored, mouse.  Badrang ain't usually so generous an' kind to 'is slaves.  I've never seen 'im give clothes back." He smirked. "Slaves are more entertainin' bare and 'umiliated as they tries to earn 'em back." When Martin didn't respond and simply finished putting his meager clothing back on, Gurrad readied his cutlass and opened the cell door. "Good enough.  Now, get out and let's get you movin' to the pit, eh?"

	With Gurrad holding his sword ready to slash, Martin had to choke back his desire to fight.  It made him angry to do so, but the rat had been right.  If he were going to do anything, he would need a weapon.  All he could do until then was bide his time and resist only when it made sense.  Taking a deep breath, Martin stepped out.

	Gurrad stepped behind him and the cutlass's somewhat dull, if jagged tip teased along martin's back. "Give me even a hint of trouble, slave, an' I'll run you through.  I'm sure you know the way to the pit."

	It took a firm shove from behind to get him to actually move, but once he did, he decided to just go with it.  Dying wouldn't do anybeast any good.  He took a glance back at his cell, then marched up the stairs into the blindingly bright daylight.  Gurrad shoved him again when he balked at the light and Martin stumbled forward, blinking furiously to try and see again.  He hadn't realized how dim it was down there.

	The familiar sounds of slaves groaning, whips cracking, and guards demanding more work hit him as hard as the light.  That cellar had really kept most of the horrible noises to a minimum.  It had kept the scent of unwashed bodies, cut wood, and other familiar Marshank odors at bay as well.

	"Lookin' less rebellious today, aren't you, mouse?" Hisk the weasel lifted Martin's muzzle with his coiled whip. "I still don't know why Badrang let you 'ave those clothes back.  After all the trouble you caused me, you don't deserve 'em.  Get back to the other slaves, thick 'ead.  I'm takin' 'im to the pit meself."

	Gurrad glared at his fellow captain and nudged Martin forward again. "Lord Badrang told me to do it, so I'm doin' it! Go back to yer own duties, Hisk."

	Happy to be doing anything but work, Hisk fell into step beside them. "Seein' slaves to where they belong IS my duty."

	The two eyed each other, then laughed.  Neither cared much for the other, but they both liked shirking more laborious tasks for the easy ones.  Both had witnessed Martin's rebellious display and weren't going to miss anything by being too far from him if something went awry.

	Slaves turned sympathetic faces to watch the three pass as long as they dared before going back to work.  News like a trip to the horrid pit got around and all feared the days trapped in it in the hot or cold.  Their guards were happy to help them forget with cruelly placed lashes down their backs.

	Martin glared at a yelp of agony nearby from a lash, but he turned back to the pit looming ever closer.  It wasn't a huge fort, but it seemed that way when he knew where he was going.  Little food, little water, and no protection from the elements were not a good thing to an already poorly fed and clothed slave.

	Hisk made a show of unlocking and pulling up the gate, even bowing and gesturing to the open hole. "Your room awaits, oh mighty warrior."

	Gurrad sniggered. "Yeah, best room around.  All the food you can eat an' all the wine you can sup.  Badrang's too nice to be givin' you so much time off!" The rat kicked Martin closer to the dark opening. "You 'ave a real nice time down there."

	Martin turned to say something only to be kicked hard enough in the rear to make him stumble forward and down the hole.  He fell several feet and landed on something surprisingly soft and yielding, something that grunted in surprise at the impact.  The hatch dropped back down with Hisk and Gurrad above peering through it. 

	"Don't 'urt us, yer warriorship!"

	"Ha, what a pushover! Some warrior!"

	Martin's ears burned with shame and frustrated anger as they wandered off.  He clenched his fists tight enough to nearly draw blood with his claws, then slammed a fist into the packed earthen wall next to him in anger.  They would pay.  When he was free, when every slave in Marshank was free, they would all pay!

	"Feel any better, mate? Only, you're a bit heavy up there."

	"Huh?" Martin looked down into the friendly features of a squirrel laying on the ground under him. "Oh, sorry." He climbed off and rubbed at his back. "I didn't see you there on the way down."

	The squirrel pushed himself up slowly. "It's all right, Martin.  I guess it's better that you landed on me than the hard dirt there.  I wouldn't want anybeast who can upset Badrang to be hurt.  Your fight gave that rotten stoat a lot of trouble.  He didn't like how things slowed down with all those guards away, either.  He had the rest of us working overtime through the night." A paw was thrust out. "Name's Felldoh."

	Martin shook the Squirrel's paw. "Nice to meet you, Felldoh.  How do you know who I am, though? I don't think you've ever been part of any of my labor groups."

	"Ha, all the slaves know you after that fight yesterday." Felldoh chuckled. "They appreciated the break you gave them before the slavers thought to put us back to work.  You fought well, Martin.  You're a great warrior to have held out as long as you did given the odds!"

	"Yeah... thanks.  I wish I could have really been a great warrior and actually beat them." Martin made himself smile before leaning against the wall and sliding down to sit against it. "At least I gave them something to think about."

	The mouse stared across the pit and let his eyes adjust to the shadow where the sunlight couldn't reach.  Trapped in the pit and still a slave, he didn't feel like a great warrior.  At least he wasn't alone again.

	As his eyes adjusted, he made out a shape, a mouse, in the shadowed area, staring back at him.  Martin sat up and looked to Felldoh and back to the other mouse again.  Felldoh glanced over and nodded.

	"That's Brome."

	"Hello." It was just a hesitant greeting and Brome didn't move forward or try to shake paws.

	"Badrang captured him late last night.  He's a bit shy right now.  It's hard for the young ones."

	Brome sat quietly with his knees hugged to his chest and his muzzle resting between them, still staring.  Streaks through the soft fur below his eyes suggested he'd been crying.  Martin looked away for a moment, then pushed himself up and moved to sit by the young mouse.

	"It's hard for anyone, Felldoh.  How are you, Brome?"

	Brome scuffed a foot paw through the hard packed dirt under them. "I'm okay, I guess."

	His shy voice didn't sound very enthusiastic, which wasn't at all surprising given their situation.  Martin pat him on the shoulder anyway, deciding to take his response as a good thing.  It made it easier for them all that he hadn't answered negatively.

	"At least you're not hurt.  How did they catch you?"

	Brome sat up a little taller at the caring touch. "Those nasty vermin grabbed me while I was looking for some berries.  I guess I was too distracted.  I didn't even hear them until after an arm was around my neck." He sighed and slumped back down. "My sister never would have let them sneak up on her like that.  I wish she were here, or mom and dad."

	"Where are they?"

	"Back at Noonvale.  I kind of just wandered off alone." Brome looked down. "I know I shouldn't have, but I did anyway."

	His voice shook with longing and Martin gently squeezed him. "I know how you feel.  I wandered off when I shouldn't have too." The older mouse looked up to the sky just visible through the grating. "Don't worry, Brome.  We'll get out of here someday.  All of us, away from Badrang and his slavers.  I promise!"

	Both Felldoh and Brome stared at him for several seconds before they both just lay back and stared up at the grate.  It sure was a long way up and even if they could have reached it, there were too many well-armed guards lurking everywhere up there.  Escape seemed impossible.

	Felldoh was the first to look back down. "Any idea how we'll do it?"

	Martin sighed. "No, not yet.  I refuse to be a slave forever though.  Badrang will make a mistake or maybe one of the guards will make a mistake.  SOMETHING will happen that will give us the chance we need, and then," his eyes burned in the darkness, "we'll be free!"

	All three repeated it together in agreement. "We'll be free!"

	They all shared their stories together after that.  Felldoh's was the shortest and saddest, since he was born in Marshank and had been a slave since birth.  Martin's was only marginally longer.  Brome added a few extra details to his story, but as sad as they were, the stories hadn't taken nearly as much time to tell as they would have liked.  There was still plenty of light left by the time they'd finished and when they finished they simply sat in silence trying to think of something else to say.

	By the time night had fallen, monotonous boredom had put Brome to sleep and soon had the older slaves' eyes drooping as well.  Neither really wanted to sleep as they sat listening to the activity outside the pit.  There were a few shouts and yells, several whips cracking, until finally just the peaceful near silence of guards rustling and slaves trying to suffer through another night.

	Martin scrubbed at his eyes and glanced down at Brome. "I suppose we may as well try to sleep too.  There's nothing much else to do."

	The squirrel stood and paced around the pit to wake himself up more. "True, we don't even have a rock to toss around." He looked up, then at Brome, and back to Martin. "We could do something else, though.  We could try to entertain ourselves with ourselves."

	Martin stared at him blankly.  Felldoh enjoyed his companion's confusion and tugged his tunic up and over his head.  The mouse watched him standing without any shame in his simple loincloth.

	"Erm, what do you mean?"

	Felldoh grinned. "Pawing off." A quick tug at his loincloth untied it, letting the squirrel toss it aside. "A male need never be too bored, after all."

	Martin couldn't stop the smile from spreading along his muzzle at the sight of Felldoh's boldness and nudity.  His new friend's anatomy wasn't anything to be ashamed of either, with the two orange-sized testicles filling his scrotum and a large flaccid penis hanging down.

	"Ah, I guess that could be nice, but is this really the place," Martin glanced uncertainly at Brome, "or time, for it? Surely it's not something to do with one so young here!"

	Felldoh waved a paw dismissively. "What better place is there? Nobody can see us down here in the pit, or hear us.  Nobody is going to interrupt us either."

	"Maybe, but Brome..."

	"I've been down here with him all last night, Martin.  He's a very sound sleeper." Felldoh looked away. "Even the screaming from up above never woke him.  He won't wake up for hours yet." The squirrel shrugged. "And what else is there?"

	Martin sat there for several seconds, debating it.  Even to consider pawing off with a fellow slave made him feel awkward.  He'd done it in front of Badrang only because there was no other choice.  How would it be worse in the pit, with only a friendly nude male doing it with him? As Felldoh had said, nobody could see them but each other.  Well, nobody but Brome anyway.

	Martin stood up and tugged his own tunic off. "I guess it's all right.  As you said, what else is there?" He tossed it aside and reached for his loincloth, but didn't pull on it. "You're SURE he won't wake up?"

	"Like I said, he's a heavy sleeper.  Look, he's not even kicking or squirming.  It'll be morning before he comes to." Felldoh flicked his large bushy tail and chuckled. "There's no need to worry, Martin.  Just relax and have fun."

	With a sudden smile, Martin tugged his loincloth off. "All right, I'm in."

	The squirrel watched intently as the fabric pulled away.  Martin had tugged it forward rather than letting it drop straight down and his twin grapefruit-sized testicles pulled forward with it.  The tight scrotum holding them shifted visibly when they slid free of the loincloth.  Felldoh had a good view of them bouncing a little inside, with gravity tugging them down again.  Martin's cock swung with the loincloth as well, still fully flaccid, and dangling not quite twice the length of his friend's equally soft dick.

	Felldoh shook his head in amazement. "Woah, Martin, you're huge!"

	"What?"

	"What do you mean, what? You're better hung than anybeast I've ever seen and you aren't even stiff." Martin's cheek fur hid the flush of his face, but his ears showed it very clearly.  The mouse tried to hide the embarrassment by laughing, but without success.  Felldoh grinned. "You should be proud of that sword down there."

	"Er, well," Martin squirmed, not sure how to take the wonderful compliments, "thank you."

	"Sure." Felldoh leaned against the wall that wouldn't leave him staring at Brome's resting form.

	His right paw drifted down to rub at his dick.  It was halfhearted at first, but enough to make the squirrel's shaft perk up.  After a few strokes, Martin joined him and leaned against the same wall, touching himself as well.

	Both pawed off in silence for a time.  There was nothing much to inspire them down there.  Neither wanted to see the young mouse sharing the pit with them and, while they were happy to be friends, neither was especially interested in the other in that type of way.  Even so, it only took a minute or two for Felldoh to stiffen fully.  Martin wasn't too far behind him.

	Felldoh's eyes drifted over to Martin as the mouse kept growing.  While the squirrel's dick impressively jutted up an inch or two past his belly button, Martin's passed all the way up until it almost touched his pectorals with its tip.

	"You're certainly a very impressive mouse, Martin! Soft or hard, you're huge!" He couldn't keep the grin off his face. "How have you been hiding that from everybeast?"

	Martin looked down at it, surprised by the continuing amazement of his friend, then chuckled to himself and gripped it with both paws to show off. "You know, Badrang and the rest of his vermin were surprised by it too.  The looks on their faces... I hadn't realized it was different from any other male's until then." He double pawed his shaft rapidly just to enjoy being large enough to do it. "I never really thought to compare myself with the other poor beasts enslaved with me.  We were always too tired and sore to think about fun things like that."

	"Badrang and the rest of his filth, eh? We knew you were taken to him, but nobeast knows what went on in there.  What happened, mate?" The squirrel's paw slowed in its stroking. "Why were you showing him THAT of all things and why were you such a mess when you came out? You were COVERED with cum!

	Martin snorted. "He wanted to humiliate me before he had me executed.  They stripped me naked and saw what I had down here." Felldoh saw him shake his head in amusement at the memory. "Badrang got pretty thoughtful when he saw me, but the guards seemed really uncomfortable.  That evil stoat couldn't take his eyes off my cock, now that I think about it.  I don't think he looked me in the face more than a couple times, especially after he told me to masturbate in front of him instead of giving the command to finish me."

	"BADRANG wanted... er, TOLD you to pleasure yourself?"

	"Yeah... It was humiliating until I realized that I'd somehow humiliated them instead." Martin dropped to his knees to show how Badrang told him to do it.  He gave Felldoh the same performance he gave them as he laughingly told about their expressions and Badrang's lack of any real comment once he'd gotten going. "I've never seen them so speechless when they were trying to degrade a slave.  Badrang couldn't even bring himself to commit to killing me like he'd planned and just sent me out to deal with later."

	"But why were you covered in cum, Martin? Did they jerk off over you?"

	"No, I, er, covered myself.  Badrang made me masturbate, as I said, and I did.  It wasn't exactly fun, but eventually I did cum for them and, well, I cum a lot.  Enough to make a mess everywhere and to get all sticky and messy like you saw me.  Actually, if there hadn't been an old tub of water in the old prison cell, I'd still be covered in it.  It was nice to bathe and I even had quite a restful night's sleep all alone for once.  It's nice having your own room, Felldoh."

	"I bet it is, but it's nicer to have a friend to paw off with." Felldoh grinned and tugged his cock up, hard enough to slap his belly. "I'm glad he didn't kill you, Martin.  You've made the stay down her much more enjoyable."

	The squirrel thrust out a paw and helped Martin back onto his feet.  They both laughed and looked at each other, then got down to spending quality time together.  It really was better with a friend. 

	They each had their own preference for self-pleasure.  Felldoh occasionally dragged his dull claws down his erection or stopped to cup and massage his balls for some seconds while Martin mostly kept his paws touching his shaft without his claws being involved.  He was pleasantly distracted by Felldoh's long fluffy tail flicking in time to the squirrel's pleasure.

	Neither slave kept the pace steady for too long though.  There was no rush to finish with nothing to look forward to beyond the afterglow.  Paws sped up for a while until they felt a tingle of pleasure, then slowed to keep it from growing much more as long as possible.

	Felldoh looked over to Martin to watch him paw after a while. "You cum a lot, do you?"

	"Yes." Martin kept his gaze down for several seconds after seeing his friend staring at him. "You?"

	"I cum enough.  It's more than some is the best I can say, and longer than I'm usually allowed to finish, I guess." Felldoh leaned his head up, pretending not to notice Martin giving in and watching his stroking in return.  He sped it up for show. "What would you like to do if you were free?"

	"I'd gather an army and come back to Marshank to destroy it!"

	"I mean AFTER we deal with Marshank and all us slaves are freed."

	Martin shook the anger from his mind and let the pleasure build faster again.  He'd never really had a chance to just let it hover between bliss and disappointment.  He would keep going, let it recede or just stop and let the pleasure fade for a bit.  The novelty of it was enough to bring a smile back to his face as he thought about the idea of life after Marshank.

	"I'd travel for a while, I think.  Aye, travel all over exploring the world.  I haven't seen too much of it.  After that, well, I'd like to settle down with a pretty mouse maid in a nice home with all the food we could eat."

	Felldoh sighed in longing. "That sounds nice, really nice.  I'd love to wander about freely." He snorted at a thought. "Of course, you'd need to find a mouse maid who could handle that sword of yours." The squirrel laughed. "You're not going to fit it into just any maid, and that's the truth!"

	"Is it?" Martin looked thoughtfully up to the sky through the grating above them. "If I'm so big that even Badrang was shocked, then I suppose you're right." His hand slowed down as he felt his orgasm closing in fast, then let go entirely to calm down. "She'd have to be able to manage more than just my sword, though.  She'd have to be able to handle all my cum, too! You saw what a mess I was in when I came out from Badrang's longhouse.  That wasn't even all of it.  That was just what had stuck to my fur!"

	"There really was a lot stuck to you, wasn't there." Felldoh took a deep breath and let it out slowly, shuddering just a bit from his own pleasure. "Everybeast... erm... thought the vermin covered you in their own cum."

	Neither wanted to picture that particular scene as they focused on their pawing.  Talking stopped and their pleasures steadily built.  Eventually they each reached the point where even slowing down or stopping for a few seconds couldn't prevent their orgasm much longer.  Felldoh was the closest, with his precum dribbling freely down his shaft.

	The squirrel panted hard as he looked to his friend. "I'm going to cum, Martin!"

	Martin barely had time to look away from his own erection before Felldoh climaxed.  His tail curled around his left ankle and Felldoh bucked his hips into his own paw as the first jet squired out.  Another followed, squirting all the way to the other side of the pit.  By the force of it, and those that followed, he was glad they hadn't been aiming at young Brome.

	Felldoh's cum pumped out in thick spurts of semen that splattered over the prison pit's wall.  Globs built up with him spurting second after second, until there was too much to stick and the rest simply dribbled down towards the floor into an ever-growing puddle.  Martin smiled at the display.  It made him think of his own orgasm the day before.  Badrang's shocked face still lingered in his thoughts.

	It was impressive seeing it coming out of another beast's cock.  Staring at his own in his private cell wasn't even close.  The visible contractions running up Felldoh's shaft as his body forced out each load, along with the intense look of pleasure on his friend's face, made Martin's paws pump his own cock a bit faster.

	The squirrel's cum puddle swelled quickly with the wall unable to hold anymore on it.  Ten seconds went by and Felldoh was still going.  He was more vocal than Martin ever remembered himself being, with grunts coming every few seconds in time to the spurts.  After about twenty seconds, he saw his friend visibly clench to stop his flow.

	Felldoh turned to look at Martin, breathing heavily and still looking flushed from the orgasm. "Errrrmf... that'll do... for now." He took a deep breath. "I didn't want to miss yours."

	Martin laughed, excited by the show as well as his own pawing. "I'll be another few seconds.  It takes me a while, especially when something distracts me... like you just did."

	Both males looked back to Martin's erection swaying in time to his efforts.  Felldoh was amazed to see that it looked even thicker so close to orgasm.  He wondered if it was longer too, though it was hard to tell if he had made that up with his afterglow clouding his mind.  It certainly looked darker with the mouse's own fluids leaking over his shaft.

	Felldoh nodded in time to the other beast's strokes.  It was almost hypnotic to follow those paws and his friend's enormous balls shifting rhythmically in their tight pouch.  They too, were wet with Martin's pre-cum.  He was leaking even more than Felldoh had been.

	"It's going to be a mess, Felldoh." Martin's voice was strained with impending release

	They both looked to the puddle still forming on the floor across from them.  A large bead dribbled down the wall even as they watched, until it disappeared into the puddle.  Felldoh looked back and grinned.

	"I don't mind.  Is that how...?"

	"No!" Martin shook his head. "Gonna cum!"

	Felldoh trailed off and just watched.  The mouse's thighs clenched as his orgasm hit and Martin couldn't stop himself from letting out a loud groan with his head jerking back in pleasure.  His belly tightened, his cock pulsed in his grip, and a squirt of white shot out and into the already wet wall with enough force to make an audible splat.  Another followed it with just as much pressure, and more arced across the pit afterwards until the wet sound of each splattering into the wall sounded almost like rain.

	Seconds passed slowly as Martin's powerful orgasm continued.  The force of it hitting the wall had little droplets falling to the pit floor even outside the ever-growing puddle's reach.  Felldoh was glad to see none of it was landing on Brome.

	The squirrel had never seen another male cum as much as himself before and had never seen anybeast ejaculate with such force, either.  Martin's long cock, still held tightly in both paws, stayed almost perfectly still as he drained his lust.  Felldoh shook his head in amusement at it and idly toyed with his own shaft, wondering if he really should have stopped himself so soon.

	Seconds passed slowly for them both, with Martin unable to think too much throughout his orgasm, and his friend getting to watch the whole thing.  The puddle grew quickly even in the first ten seconds and it grew bigger still in the next twenty.  Felldoh's free paw tapped the wall as he wondered just how much Martin was going to pump out.  He was pretty certain the mouse had already been shooting longer and harder than he had and was still going strong.

	Around forty seconds, though, Martin visibly clenched and cut his flow off just as Felldoh had done with his.  Both beasts could feel the pressure still tingling from their abrupt end, but that tickle in their groins was a welcome and familiar friend.

	They both looked at the mess for a while.  Their puddle covered most of earthen floor on that side of the pit along with nearly three feet up the whole wall.  Little specks of their cum even decorated the walls on either side.  A slight slope in the ground prevented it from going anywhere else.

	"Wow, Martin, that's some sword you've got there and no mistake! You really should be proud of that.  I think you drilled into the wall a bit there with those cumshots of yours.  It was practically raining in here!" Felldoh cleared his throat. "You, er, stopped it early, did you? I saw you clench there at the end.  Any idea how much more you'd have spurt out?"

	"I'm not sure, really.  There's no way to really measure down here." Martin shrugged. "A fair bit, though.  The mess was getting too big and I really didn't want Brome to have to wake up in it, so I had to stop.  Wouldn't be right for such a young mouse to wake up to THAT."

	"That's why I stopped early, too." Felldoh clenched his legs together. "I'm used to stopping early, anyway.  Don't want to get caught doing THAT."

	"True." Martin looked back at the wall, still coated thickly with their cum with more dribbling off every few seconds.

	Hiding the mess was always difficult when there was so much of it.  He wondered how much bigger the puddle would be had he unloaded everything.  That tub yesterday had been easy to fill and he'd already pumped out enough to cover himself and the floor in Badrang's throne room.  After a full night's sleep to recover, in a real bed no less, he'd make that much easily again.  They might have covered the whole floor a couples inches deep had they both released their loads entirely.

	"I've only ever finished entirely once, you know." Martin wiped a drip from his cocktip and stared at the bead on his claw tip. "That was yesterday.  It felt... good."

	"I managed once or twice," Felldoh shrugged. "Had a lucky break and they forced me to bed down for the night next to some rocks with a hole under them.  By the time anybeast got to them later, it had all soaked into the ground."

	"If we, no, WHEN we are free, we'll be able to cum as much as we like without having to worry about vermin finding us, beating us, or worse." The mouse flicked the sticky bead into the cooling puddle and just leaned back against the wall. "No fear, no pain, no humiliation, just a good time for us both.  Perhaps even a maid or two to share it with."

	Felldoh smiled at that. "Yes, that would be very nice."

	Still naked, the two stared up at the sky through the grate again for a few minutes.  The orgasmic tingle was still with them, still keeping the happy glow about them both.  It was fading though, and Felldoh was the first to sigh and push himself off the wall when it was mostly gone.

	"I guess we should get dressed.  Never know when one of the guards will decide to look in when it's close to sunup."

	Martin snorted. "You're right, of course.  We were lucky they didn't look in while we were busy entertaining ourselves."

	Both beasts pulled their loincloths on at the same time, though they looked at each other's bits as they disappeared into them.  Felldoh chuckled at how well Martin's hid his size but didn't say anything about it.  Martin just enjoyed seeing Felldoh shifting his loincloth around to get comfortable.

	With their tunics slipped on, the two slid back to back down the wall they had pawed off against.  There wasn't much dry floor left that wasn't right next to Brome and they wanted to leave him his space.  The two laid with their heads next to each other and bodies pointing opposite directions as they both used Felldoh's bushy tail as a pillow.

	Felldoh was silent for almost a minute before speaking. "Do you really think we'll ever be free?"

	It was a hard question to think about.  The hope and the idea of freedom brought to the two slaves was buried deep in the fear of how many obstacles were in the way.  There were so many guards, so many weapons, so many chains, and so little food or anything else on their side.

	Martin thumped his paw hard on the earthen floor. "We'll be free.  I'll take back my father's sword and defeat that evil stoat.  Some day... Some day we'll all be free.  I promise!"

	It was all he could say.  He had no idea how.  With so little going their way so far, it seemed impossible.  Someday though, something had to happen that would offer them a chance.  Badrang would falter, even if for only a little while.  They would strike when that time came, and then they would be free!

	"That sounds wonderful, mate." Felldoh yawned and let out a huff. "I'll help you any way I can.   Me, my dad, and all the other slaves will be with you!"

	Thoughts of freedom helped them to eventually drift off to sleep.  Nearby, Brome whimpered in longing from his own dreams of Noonvale and his family.  True to Felldoh's word though, he slept the night away with them.
