1 comments/ 4603 views/ 4 favorites Adventures of Dev Ch. 01 By: Travelling_Merchant Chapter 1: A Fateful Night This is an erotic fantasy story about the adventures of young Dev. This chapter is told by a travelling merchant. It contains rough homosexual anal intercourse and spanking. If that is not your piece of cake, be advised. If it is, however, enjoy! I first met Dev at a pleasure house in the outskirts of the Rugalian capital city. I will never forget that fateful night nor will I forget the following morning, when he began to tell me his life's story. However, our friendship started off in a somewhat sordid manner. I had just signed a lucrative deal to supply the royal court with emeralds and wanted to celebrate my good fortune in the my preferred fashion, balls deep inside the ass of a young male prostitute. I had heard from a friend of a brothel which specialized in this particular field, so I went there later that very night. My excitement was high and my pockets were full of coins. Feeling like the King of Rugal himself I went up to the owner of the mean establishment and declared that I wanted his most skilled "performer" for the night. The toothless old man showed me his stock. They were not exactly what I had had in mind. Some were quite cute, but there eyes lacked the right spark. I knew what to expect from such company. They would bend over and let me ram their asses as long as I lasted. But this night I was on the prowl for something extra. Then I spotted him! Or to be honest, I spotted the profile his perfectly round ass, protruding over the edge of a wooden stool as he leant forward over the bar table. Looking up, I saw that his face was just as beautiful as his behind. His features were soft, yet his eyes seemed fierce in some inexplicable way. "What about him?" I asked and nodded towards the youngster. "Who? O, Dev?" The owner replied. "Nah, you don't want that kind of trouble, good sir..." "Is he not one of yours?" I asked. "Well, sort of... But he is very expensive!" The owner replied. "Don't insult me! I'm good for the silver." I protested. "To be honest, sir. He is a bit of a handful..." "Shut your mouth, old man!" A rebellious voice rang out. To my surprise the beautiful young man suddenly stood besides me. He was even more gorgeous up close. He was a head shorter than me. His waist was slim, his hair dark brown, his eyes were a clear blue and the thin linen shirt hinted of sunburned skin and an athletic figure. But above everything else, I could not take my eyes of his smooth, round, firm backside. He saw my gaze and gave me a seductive smile. "You want this?" He asked, patting his buttcheek. "Most of the slobs in here don't want to pay the price, but believe me, I'm worth every penny!" "These boys are just as skilled." The owner insisted. "Sir! This cheap old git just won't recommend me because I don't give him half my earnings like these other wimps. But I'm more skilled a lover than most in this godforsaken kingdom. This ass, which you so admired, used to belong to the king of Tarin!" "I don't care if the lad is lying." I said and turned to the tavern owner with a grin. "I can't resist a good sales pitch!" The owner mumbled something as Dev took my hand. My senses were hypnotized by his swaying hips as he led me upstairs. Loosing control over my own lust I squeezed his round buttocks. "Easy!" He said, but at the same time he arched his back to give me a better grip. "Naughty boy." I grinned. He unlocked the door and we hurried inside the establishment's master bedroom. Like the rest of the place, the master bedroom was not of the highest standard. There was virtually no furniture besides a chair and a cupboard. But it contained a large bed and the sheets looked clean enough. Instead of just pulling down his pants bending over like most "pleasure boys", he gently laid me down on my back. Then he seductively began to take off his shirt, one arm at the time. Dancing and teasing, he slowly pulled down his pants. Rolling his hips he slowly revealed his wonderful ass slit, inch by inch. Completely naked his tanned body glistened in the candle light. Amazing would not have begun to suffice as a description. Athletic and muscular yet smooth and soft. He was completely hairless from the neck down. Not many lads paid such attention to their bodies. Facing away from me, young Dev arched his back, pretending to stretch. Doing so he revealed a glimpse of his sweet, snug, puckered anus. Smiling he walked over to me. He climbed up into the bed and placed himself on top of me. Slowly he started to rock his pelvis on top of my penis, making me erect. As I grew rock hard as he squeezed my manhood inbetween his buttocks. I felt his puckered anus running along my length. Without touching me he slowly lifted his body and with the same ease as a knife cutting through warm butter my erect penis slid right up into his warm, tight rectum. I had to breath deep not to immediately explode inside him. I almost drowned in his magnificent blue eyes as he increased his riding pace. His technique, his anal control was amazing! He relaxed as I went in, clenching as I pulled out. It was like getting a blowjob from his rear. I could see my hard penis disappearing behind his, which was still only semi-erect. He panted, smiling. Now he turned around, riding my dick with his lovely ass turned towards me. The sight of his anus swallowing my whole length again almost made me come. "Slow down!" I commanded. "O, I'm sorry." Dev said with a sly smile. "It felt so good, that I got carried away." With my dick still inside he pushed his ass closer towards me. "Please, punish me for my mistake." I quickly caught up with the game. "No more than you deserve, naughty boy!" I said and slapped his right buttock. A bright red mark appeared where my hand had struck. Again I hit him. And again. And again. As I spanked him he started moving his ass up and down my shaft again. To my great and pleasant surprise, the rough treatment started to make the youngster fully erect. The more I spanked him the harder he rode my dick. "Oops!" He exclaimed as a exaggerated upwards movement made my penis slip out from his rectum. Some clear butt juice landed on my chest. It fascinated me how clean he was. Not knowing for certain that he would entertain tonight, I figured that he must be taking regular enemas. "You're gonna pay for that!" I panted with a smile. "I'm counting on it." He smiled. "Put it back in!" I commanded, leering at his twitching anus which puckered like a pair of pouting lips. "Yes, sir." He obviously liked being commanded or at least pretended to, it was always difficult to tell with professionals. But his erection did not lie, and it became harder and harder as I gave him the punishment he so well deserved. Slap after slap landed on Dev's exposed behind. I spanked him until my right hand was numb with pain and then switched to my left. Dev's ass on the other hand seemed insatiable for punishment, riding harder and harder. All of the sudden he jumped of me, landing face down on the bed sheet, ass in the air. He gripped his severely reddened buttocks with both hands and his legs started to shake violently. Drooling on the cover he spread his buttcheeks. I could see his pink rosebud clenching, almost as violently as his legs. Did he just come from his ass? "Wow! That was a long time ago." He exclaimed and confirmed my suspicion. "Want to try that again?" I asked although my body was aching. "Okay. This time in my favorite position." Dev said and placed himself flat on his stomach. His plump, freshly spanked, ass was right before my eyes. I stopped a while to admire his beauty and then climbed on top of him. Straddling the back of his thighs, placed myself just below his butt and I slid three fingers right into him. He moaned. As the fingers went in with such ease, without further ado I drove myself into him. Forcefully, but not unkindly. My rock hard dick disappearing inbetween his soft, firm buttocks. Dev's moaning increased with the pace of my thrusts, my ball sack rhythmically slapped against his. I pounded him faster and faster, his moaning increased steadily. As my dick made his anus increasingly loose, he began screaming of pleasure into the pillows. It seemed genuine, but frankly I didn't care! To me, fucking his wonderful round ass was passionate perfection. By this point, his once extremely tight anus was as loose as a woman's vagina. Slurping and farting noises had started coming out of his rear, but that did not discourage me. In fact it only made my desire even wilder. There was something ecstatic about the fact that the narcissistic young lad no longer had any control over the sounds his own ass was making. That control belonged to me! With that thought in mind I started to come. I rammed my dick as far up into his rear tunnel as I could and roared like a beast when I came inside him. There was a slurping noise, followed by a bubbling fart, as my penis retreated from his well used asshole. A white tear of cum trickled down towards his scrotum and made a clear white contrast to his red buttocks. I collapsed on my back besides him. He still laid on his stomach, panting. After a few seconds semen started to splurt out of his gaping anus. Then, to my surprise, he pulled a final stunt. Clenching his anus, which couldn't have been an easy task at this point. He stood up in the bed, facing away, placed one leg on each side of me and squirted down over my stomach. Then he started to push the crystal clear cum out from his rectum and onto my chest. He then turned around and with a mysterious look of gratitude in this beautiful blue eyes he started to lick it all up. He swallowed, showed me that his mouth was empty. Then he leant forward and gave me a light kiss. The next morning I watched him as he woke. Laying on his stomach, the morning sun glistened on his sweat soaked back and buttocks. Black and yellow had begun to replace the red from last nights spanking. He made a painful face as he turned over to face me. It was kind of cute. "Sore?" I asked with a sinister smile. "In a good way." He smiled back. "You really did belong to the king of Tarin, didn't you?" I asked. "Trained sex slave." He said, his voice ringing with pride rather than shame. "Well, that doesn't surprise me... But what does surprise me is what a talent like you is doing in a dump like this?" "It's a long story..." "Tell me!" "It's a very long story." "I paid the owner for another day when you were asleep." "O please." Dev exclaimed. "It was very nice. And it was a long time since, so I needed yesterday night. But I can't possibly do that again today!" "No, no. I just wanted to spend the day with you in this bedroom. We don't need to fuck!" "Why? I mean, why would you do that?" He asked suspiciously. "I don't know Dev..." I confessed. "But there's something very special about you." "Well, I guess I could give you a blowjob later." He smiled. "Perhaps you could give me a rimjob? My sore anus could sure use some soothing." "It's a deal." I said laughing. "But about that very long story of yours?" "Well..." He said, remembering. "I guess it all started three years ago. I was nothing more than a poor and inexperienced eighteen year old. All I knew back then was goat herding and I was about to loose my anal virginity to an older boy." To be continued... Adventures of Dev Ch. 02 This is an erotic fantasy story told by a travelling merchant and young Dev as he recollects his road to becoming an accomplished male courtesan. It contains vivid descriptions of homosexual anal intercourse. If that is not your piece of fictional pie, be advised. If it is, however, enjoy! ***** Dev laid naked on his stomach, munching on the honey coated wheat cakes that I had ordered up to our room. His beautiful round behind glistened in the sun, still bruised from yesterday's rough spanking. He stretched his slender legs. There was something sensual, almost feminine about the youngster's athletic body. Yesterday night had been exhausting for us both. So today I would settle for a blow job. I had also half-promised him a rimjob. But most of all I wanted to hear his story. The story about how such an accomplished young lover had ended up in such a shady brothel, so far away from home. "Well?" I asked, glaring hypnotized at his backside. "O yes, sorry!" Dev said, licking his fingers. "It all began in the meadows outside of my home village." "In old Tarin?" "Yes, in the eastern border regions of Tarin. Right before the war with your Rugalia." Dev began telling me his fascinating story. "As I said, I grew up in the eastern Tarinese kingdom. My father was a goat herder just like his father before him and so on. I used to follow my father into the hilly meadows as a child. But turning eighteen all the members of our clan starts working outside the family, instead working in teams of men our own age. This is supposed to teach us to trust eachother, create bonds of loyalty between those who are going to work together for the rest of their lives. My bonds turned out to be a bit different, however... Goat herding is hard work. Some of you city folk see it as walking around all day with the sun shining above your head, but that is far from the truth. Never ending work, pouring rain and freezing nights. And the youngest often get the most arduous tasks, carrying water, carrying milk and running after lost baby goats. Luckily I had Rin! An older boy who tought me everything there is to know about herding. Looking back, I guess he was both tall and handsome, but I didn't think of him like that. For me he was like the older brother I never had. It turned out that he saw me in a whole other way. I guess I should have seen it all coming. He always said things like "Get your sweet butt over here!" and slapped me on the ass whether it was to correct me or to encourage me. But I was naive back then. Then after one, extremely arduous day, he decided to make his move. A move that would change my life. It started of innocently enough. To cool down and clean up, we went for a swim in a nearby lake. He started complaining about his aching body. When I said mine also ached, he offered to give me a massage. Just my legs and back. Out there in the hills, with just young men around, nudity was quite natural and so was helping a friend with aches and pains. So I laid down on my stomach as Rin fetched some olive oil and started massaging my legs. It was bliss! He ran his hands up and down my calves and thighs and up over the small of my back. Lovely! It went on like that for some time. Then he slowly started to move his hands closer to my butt, circling it. He poured some oil into his hands and started carressing and massaging my buttocks. He acted as if it was the most natural thing in the world, so I thought nothing of it. Besides, it felt really good. Then, suddenly, he started to move his fingers inbetween my buttcheeks. I was going to protest, but to my great embarrassment and Rin's immense amusement, this treatment made me hard. It felt fantastic. He moved his thumbs along the inside of my cheeks, then started to circulate his oiled finger around the rim of my sphincter. The words stuck in my mouth. He slowly started to press his index finger against my puckered hole, which slowly opened up for him. This completely new sensation, was as terrifying as it was exciting. Waves of pleasure shot all the way from my tailbone up my spine. I could feel the knuckles of his finger pop in and out of my anus. He prodded deep and let his finger massage the inside of my rectum. He poured more oil between my buttocks and started working me with two fingers. I felt my sphincter mucles strain. I moaned. It was a pleasurable pain. My dick was rock hard. Without a word, he pulled his fingers out and poured more oil over my ass and some on his penis. He raised my hips and pressed the tip of his dick right against my anal opening. The pain as he entered made me gasp! But the intense sensation of a warm penis slowly sliding into me created an ecstatic sensation. His slow rocking back and forth started to move me to a place of utter bliss. I laid back down on my stomach. Rin placed himself on top of me. He laid still for a while, letting my tight rectum get used to him. Then he started to move again, faster and faster until he was ramming his hard cock deep inside of me. Meanwhile my own penis was rubbing against the soft green grass beneath us. After a few minutes my anus had loosed up to him and embarrasing, slurping noises started to come from my rear. I blushed, but he carried on relentlessly." "Just like you, yesterday." Dev said to me with a smile before continuing his story. "Rin reached around me and started pulling my erect penis while pounding me, harder and harder until i came on the grass. I panted. It felt amazing. He then continued fucking me until he himself peaked, grunting like a beast. I could feel his manhood pulsate hot semen deep into me. I can't describe the incredible sensation. He pulled out and left me feeling incredibly empty. It was so emotional that I almost started to cry. As we laid down besides eachother my feelings were mixed. I knew that this was sex, I had heard enough descriptions of the phenomenon to know that. But it was not what I had expected. I had taken the role of a girl and had loved it. What did that make me? I put the confusion aside and went back down to the lake to dab my tender ass with the soothing cool water. Rin followed to wash his penis. "Let's head back." He said. "Okay. Do you think the others will know? Are you going to tell them?" I asked worryingly. "If I do, I probably wont get to have you to myself, so no." He smiled. I looked down in shame. "If that is what you want?" He added. "I would like that very much." I confessed, even more ashamed. "Come here!" Rin pulled me close and kissed me. His affection made my heart race inside my chest. "If it felt good, you shouldn't be ashamed." That summer Rin and I continued to enjoy eachothers' company. Once or twice a week we would sneak away behind a rock or tree and he would fuck me. His lust made me feel special, desired. It was a wonderful feeling. And I slowly started to crave having my butt filled. It seemed as if we could carry on like this throughout the summer. We even talked about resuming our relationship the next season. But nothing lasts forever. In our passion we got careless. I was bending over a fallen tree trunk. Rin was furiously pounding my ass, his groin slapping against my buttocks. I had my eyes closed to savor the penetration to its fullest. Suddenly, I felt him stop. But I hadn't felt him come. Disappointed, I opened my eyes and looked around. To my utter dismay I saw all of our five comrades standing around us, grinning. But it was not their reaction which chocked me, it was Rin's. Instead of standing by his affections for me, he started to brag. About how he had conquered me, how he had fucked me like a girl and that this was just sex. I couldn't believe my ears. I felt betrayed, appalled and disgusted. "When were you going to let us in on the fun?" Asked one of the older boys. "Well, he's shy..."Rin lied. "He doesn't seem that shy to me." Gos, the leader of our gang said with a smile and nodded toward my pulled down pants. It suddenly became clear to me. These guys were going to fuck me, regardless of what I did. And Rin was going to let them, in order to make up for his own selfishness. I needed to take control of this situation or they were going to pass me around like a sack of wine for the rest of the summer. "I'm not the least bit shy!" I said with a clear voice. "And he's right. It was just sex. But not very good." I turned around, bent over and patted my round buttcheeks. "Who thinks he can do a better job?" "Me!" The lads cried out as one. Knowing that Gos was the strongest among the lads, I pointed at him to go first. The jealous look on Rin's face made it even more worth while. I bent over the tree trunk once again and let Gos enter my rear, which Rin had already loosened up for him. Lucky for me, since Gos was big. I gasped. It felt like loosing my virginity all over again. After Gos was done I decided the order in which of each and every of the four guys to fuck me. Naturally, I didn't let Rin have another go. "More oil!" I commanded inbetween partners. And they obeyed, eager to service me. I glanzed back at my sore ass and realized that it was not just going to be a source of pleasure, from now on it was also a source of power. With that in mind I started to enjoy the rest of the several poundings I received that day. I even let Gos go again. Trickles from six loads of cum were running down the inside of my thighs as I limped down to wash in a nearby stream. My legs were shaking. My anus was sore and swollen like never before, but that was a price which I had gladly payed. After that first encounter my butt was so tender that I couldn't sit for a week. But after that I started to manage the lusts of my comrades and limited sexual activities down to twice a week, only one at a time. And I got to choose the guy. They all accepted this arrangement, because they all thought they were winners. All except Rin ofcourse, who I never let close to me again. As much as I enjoyed the butt fucking I enjoyed the perks even more. The best meat was given to me. I got to sit closest to the fire and sleep in Gos's tent. But even he had to wait his turn to actually sleep with me, just like everyone else, because everyone else saw to keep the rules. All except one. I had misjudged Rin's reaction to excluding him. On the surface he seemed to accept his fate, but I was soon to find out that he was plotting in silence. The herding season was almost over. I was going to fill a goatskin bag with water, when Rin jumped me. Much stronger than me, he immediately gagged me with a thick strip of linen, then he bound my hands and blindfolded me. He flung me over his shoulders and started to carry me off. Thinking he was going to rape me, I kicked and screamed, but only muffled moans came out from beneath the gag. All of the sudden he stopped and put me down. Longingly he squeezed my ass with both his hands. I clenched my buttocks hard. I wasn't going to let him have me without a fight. "I'm sorry." He said. "But if I can't have you, none of us will!" What did he mean? Suddenly I heard the sounds of hooves and could smell something sweet. Perfume? "Is this him?" A deep voice asked. "Yes, Sire." Rin's voice was shaking. "Turn him around." The mysterious voice commanded. Rin flipped me over and to my horror pulled down my pants. "Round buttocks, slim waist and legs. And you said he was used to penetration?" "Yes, Sire." Rin confirmed. "You delivered on your promise, young man." Said the rider. I could hear the horse coming closer, I could feel its heat. And smell the sweet perfume which filled the air around me. I heard the sound of metal landing in Rin's hand. He was selling me! Rin pulled up my pants and turned me around again. Strong arms grabbed me, lifted me up and flung me face down across the front of the saddle. "Won't the others miss him?" Asked the voice. "I'll tell them he was kidnapped, Sire. A lot of bad men in these hills." "Isn't that true!" Said the voice menacingly and I felt a strong hand pat my ass. "He feels nice too." Rin said nervously. "Nice?" The voice said, unimpressed. "When I'm done with him he will be perfect." I will never forget the panic I felt as the stranger rode off with me flung across his saddle. I was never to see home again." Dev stopped. His story had moved me greatly. I poured him a cup of wine. "Sorry, I didn't want to stir up sad memories." I said. "No problem. It was a long time ago and I never looked back." Dev sipped the wine. "But there is something you can do to make me feel better." "What?" "Give me that rimjob you promised me." The young man turned around on all fours, arched his back and wiggled his firm, round ass in my direction. That was all the convincing I needed. He moaned as I started circling my tongue around his sphincter. Clean as he was, the taste was pure flesh. I stuck my tongue inside him, flicking the rim of his anus with the tip. Goosebumps appeared all over his back and buttocks. "That." He said smiling. "Keep doing that and I'll tell you more of my story." To be continued... The Travelling Merchant Adventures of Dev Ch. 03 Chapter 3: Captured and Captivated This is an erotic fantasy story told by a travelling merchant and young Dev as he recalls his road to becoming an accomplished male courtesan. It contains homosexual spanking and vivid anal intercourse. If that is not your piece of fictional pie, be advised. If it is, however, enjoy! ***** After a quick lunch at a nearby tavern, Dev and I returned to the room which I still rented for one more night. My sexual interest in the gorgeous young man had by no means diminished, but for the evening I was contented with hearing more about his story. "You had just gotten captured." I reminded him. "Indeed I had." He said as he continued. ***** "I was still blindfolded, laying face down across a saddle with my hands tied behind my back. Ever since we had set off I had been kicking and screaming through my linen gag. I knew nothing of my captor or his intentions, other than that they were going to be sexual in some way. Fruitlessly, I kept trying to wriggle loose from my bonds and kicked so violently that it disturbed the horse. "That's enough!" The stern voice of my captor commanded. Defiantly I kept kicking. He stopped the horse in its tracks. "You disobedient, little..." He muttered through his teeth. Furious, he pulled down my pants just enough to uncover my buttocks. I was completely exposed to his mercy. And I knew that there wasn't going to be any. Sure enough, he started to spank me. But this was nothing like the occasional slap on the ass that my goat herding lovers had given me. This was pure punishment. Smack! I gasped as his strong hand landed across my left buttcheek. Smack! Smack! Smack! Gods that hurt! Again I tried to wriggle loose, but... Smack! Smack! Smack! On my right cheek... Smack! Smack! Smack! The pain was excruciating. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Gods, he wasn't holding back... Smack! Smack! Smack! Tears began to form beneath my blindfold. I stopped moving as a sign of surrender, perhaps that would make him... Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! The screams of pain beneath my gag were only heard as muffled moans. It felt like my buttocks were on fire. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! I don't remember how long he continued to spank me. All I remember was crying and sobbing like a child when the burning punishment suddenly stopped. Instead it was replaced by a soothing, cooling sensation. He was smearing some kind of ointment on my sore buttocks. The gentle touch could not have been a greater contrast to the rough treatment I had just received. Then my captor took of my blindfold. At first the sunlight was blinding. It took some time for my eyes to adjust and then I saw his face. It was as if my heart stopped for a while. In my mind I had pictured an ugly and dirty old man, but this man. He had wavy black hair, a well trimmed beard and overall incredibly handsome features. His black cloak and purple jacket hinted of a muscular upper body. And then there was his eyes, his steel grey eyes, the strongest yet the kindest imaginable. "Can I trust you not to scream?" He asked kindly. I nodded, gawking like a fool. "Good lad." He said and carefully removed my gag. He smiled approvingly as he saw my face for the first time. I blushed. "I... I'm sorry if I startled your horse." I stuttered. "Your apology is accepted." He said. "However, your punishment isn't over." Suddently he reached for one of his saddle bags and pulled out a leather whip. Two dosen straps with knots at their end. "No, no, please sir... Sire! I promise... No more... Please!" I involuntarily clenched my bright red buttocks, which hurt terribly. "I would relax if I were you." He said with a slight smile. I saw him spreading some ointment on the handle of the whip. He wasn't going to whip me. He was going to penetrate me! Knowing that it was going to hurt even more if I clenched I tried my utmost to relax. The cold metal knob sent chills throughout my entire body as it entered the rim of my anus. I gasped, but didn't scream. He continued to push the handle deeper and deeper inside of me. My body tensed up so hard I though my spine would snap. "Keep that in for the remainder of the day and I will forget all about your behaviour earlier. Do you understand?" He asked with a soft voice. "O...Huh... Okay." I panted. His face immediately became stern. He gave the handle a quick twist. "Yes, Sire!" I corrected myself. The sharp pain made me jump. "Good boy." He smiled. The wooden handle pressed uncomfortably against the walls of my delicate rectum. It felt rough, nothing at all like the smoothness of a penis. Nevertheless, I fought with every fiber in my body to keep it in. Partly because I didn't want to suffer another spanking. And partly, because for some odd reason I didn't want to disappoint my captor. Therefore, I clenched my anus and buttocks as hard as I could. We rode off again. The straps of the whip kept hitting my thighs. I realized that the whip must have looked like a horse's tail, protruding from my backside. It was utterly humiliating, but somehow I also found it strangely tantalizing. During the ride I noticed how my captor kept glancing down on my ass. I wondered if he did so because he found it attractive or because he was checking so the whip didn't slide out. My posítion across the saddle, not to mention the whip handle, made the ride very uncomfortable. I tried to focus on the passing landscape as our journey continued, further and further away from home. I had never before seen the beautiful fields of the lowlands, nor the majestic distant snowcapped mountains which marked the northern border of the Tarin kingdom. Had the situation been different, this would have been the most exciting adventure of my life. My heart jumped as I saw some peasants working in the distant fields. Perhaps they could help me or at least call for help. But then I realized that my captor wasn't trying to avoid them, instead he was riding straight towards them. Then I remembered my incredibly embarrassing situation. These complete strangers were going to see my naked behind! Not only naked, but punished to a bright red and stuffed with a whip handle! I began to panic, but my highborn captor preempted my anxiety. "Are you going to behave and be polite?" He asked. "Yes, Sire." I whimpered. "Good lad." "Gods be with you, Sire." The peasants said in unison. They did not seem to react much to me at all, and for that I was grateful. "Good day, kind yeomen." The rider replied. "Long since we saw you around these parts, Sire." The village elder said. "And even now I am only passing through. I was made an interesting offer by some local herders." "O, I see." The old farmer turned towards me. "A lovely specimen, Sire." To my horror he walked up towards my hanging head and started to examine me. "Very beautiful, indeed. My compliments, Sire." "Thank you." My captor replied. I hardly dared to look up, but managed to glance quickly. To my absolute dismay and desperation I saw two cute girls my own age in the crowd. They were whispering and giggling at my utter humiliation. My face became so red that it must have competed with my buttocks. "Ladies, is something funny?" The highborn man in the saddle had also noticed them. "Hush, girls!" The village elder reprimanded them. "We're sorry, Sire..." The girls tried to restrain their giggles. "We were only wondering whether he had been punished or been sitting in some nettles." "Unfortunately your first guess is correct. And furthermore..." I thought I was going to die of embarrassment as he held up the straps of the whip in demonstration. "You cannot see the handle, unfortunately, but I assure you it has been planted deep." The girls burst out into laughter and so did the rest of the small village. "I still you have still got your special touch." The old farmer said laughing. "May good fortune continue to smile upon you, Sire." "And you. May your harvest be as good as mine." He patted me soundly on the butt and waved as we rode off. My blood boiled. I thought I couldn't hate anyone more than I hated him. Even my anger towards Rin paled in comparison. But then he spoke. "You did good back there." He said softly. "You were put in a extremely humiliating position, but you endured with dignity. Your behaviour was exemplary." And there it was again. That warm and satisfying feeling I somehow got from the appreciation by this complete stranger. Why? I couldn't explain it myself. But there was some irresitable and mysterious force surrounding this man. I felt it with every bone of my body. After several hours of riding we stopped for the evening. He lifted me down from the saddle and loosened my bonds. "Please take of your shirt and pants." He commanded. He had already seen my most private parts, so I complied without much hesitation. I was now completely naked, save my sandals. I tried to seem brave, but my heart fluttered nervously as his eyes wandered across my body. "Now turn around and bend over." He said gently. I didn't dare to do anything else but comply. I turned around and started to bend forward while struggling to keep the whip handle inside. The struggle made my buttocks strain and reminded me of the soreness. "No, no. Legs apart and back arched." "It will slip out..." I whimpered. "No, it won't." His voice was stern and yet comforting somehow. I planted my legs apart, arched my back and carefully bent forward. I panicked as I felt the handle starting to slide, but it suddenly stopped as the wide knob reached the inside of my sphincter. I was so relieved. I didn't know how I would have endured another punishment. "Now part your buttcheeks." My hands felt like burning iron as I put them on my reddened behind and parted my buttocks. I had never felt so exposed. Then he moved closer to me and knelt down right behind me. I could feel the heat from his breath. The handle moved inside me as he gripped it and carefully started to pull it out. Then, without any warning, he pushed it back in again. I jumped! Then slowly out. My legs were shaking and for some reason a strain of transparent sticky fluid started running from the slit in my penis. Gently, he pulled harder. I felt my anus pucker outwards as it clenched the round metal knob. I bit my lower lip and squirmed as the wide knob popped out. A loud plop left me twitching. My captor smiled as he rose to his feet and looked in admiration at my exposed opening. Once his eyes were satisfied he ordered me to stand up and turn to face him. The gentle smile which met me warmed my heart. "I think we got off on the wrong foot." He said. "Let me introduce myself. I am the Chevalier Ilario. And you are?" His steel grey eyes looked straight into my blue, as he reached his hand towards me. They were almost hypnotizing. "Dev, Sire." I said, blushing as I took his hand. I hated myself for blushing. "Listen, Dev... I am sorry for carrying off with you in such a brutal manner. I stand by my punishments of you, but I can understand your confusion and reluctance to being here right now." I was confused. I thought he was just going to kidnap me and then have his way with me. Not try to explain himself to me. "I am going to be honest with you, Dev. My intent is simple. You see, for generations my family has trained beautiful young men, like yourself, to become professional courtesans. And courtesans are the finest in Tarin, which brings our family fame and honor. Normally I do not buy recruits, but when your... friend.. contacted me and described you, I was tantalized. And now that I have seen you in the flesh, so to say, I am not at all disappointed." I felt flattered by his compliments, but at the same time appalled by his family's immoral business. Not befitting a chevalier, if he even was one. As a boy I had heard about the depraved women in our village. Those who sold themselves to men for a few coins. I was not going to become like that. "However, because of our rough start." He continued. "I will make you an offer now which I normally only give recruits after the first month of training. You may leave at any time and return to your life as a goat herder. Return to your family and friends. I would not hold it against you, especially since our training programs are rigorous and demanding. Only the very best pass." It sounded like a challenge. "However if you do pass, you will live in my family mansion. There you will see, taste and experience far more than any young goat herder could ever hope. And that arrangement is for life, even when you have stopped working as a courtesan." He paused, again looking straight into my eyes. "From what I have seen and heard, Dev... with the proper training, you can become one of the greatest courtesans who has ever lived. However, that decision is completely up to you. It is seven days until we reach my estate. You can decide at any moment up until then. But once we have arrive the rules will change. Do you understand your choices?" "Yes, Sire." I said and nodded, struggling to process all the information he just had presented me with. "Here. For the pain." The chevalier reached into his saddle bag and handed me a clay jar. It contained an ointment. I figured that it must be the same soothing balm he had used on me earlier. "Would you be so kind to gather some fire wood, while I build a fire place?" He asked. "Of course, Sire." I said. Darkness had begun to fall as we sat by the fire. He sat, I was leaning on my hip. Thinking that he had already seen most of me, I got up to rub some of that ointment on my sore backside. I pulled down my white linen pants. In the light from the camp fire I could see how red my buttocks were. I whimpered as I began to massage the soreness. Then I saw him, staring at me from the other side of the fire. Slightly embarrassed, I smiled. Until then he had not noticed that I had seen him, now it was his turn to become embarrassed. He quickly turned his head. "Time to sleep." He said. "Good night, Sire." I answered. Did he desire me? And if so, why didn't he want me to see that? Laying on the back immediately proved impossible so I layed down on my stomach. But the questions kept me awake. I couldn't decide if I was just going to slip away tonight or if should stay until tomorrow and say my farewell then. But why should I show any such courtesy to a man who had bought me, violently spanked me and paraded me in front of an entire village? Then again, his offer did sound... exciting... interesting... adventurous... And was my life with my so called friends, really any better? Their only real interest in me was sex anyway. And they couldn't possibly offer the lifestyle and adventures like this man could. The chevalier had fallen asleep. I leaned my head to look at him. I wondered how he could be so confident, so unafraid. As far as he knew I could be plotting my revenge and try to kill him in his sleep. But I guessed that he was the kind of man who even slept prepared for every eventuality. The fire highlighted his handsome features. His powerful chest was heaving. I renewed my attemtps to go to sleep. But my anus felt a bit tender after having clenched the whip handle all day. Silently I grabbed the ointment jar, took a dab on my fingers, reached inside the back of my pants and started rubbing the rim of my sphincter. It felt soothing. More than soothing, it felt nice. As I rubbed, my penis started to get more and more erect. My middle finger circled my rim, even entering briefly. For some reason which I still to this day can't explain, I started to fantasize that it was his finger massaging me. The thought made me even harder. Quietly I rubbed my erect penis against the ground. I looked at his strong arms and heaving chest as I massaged ever more intensely. In my mind I was moaning his name, "Ilario!". I reached around with my other hand to rub my dick. With my eyes fixed on the captor, I was working myself with both hands. One on my penis and the other fingering my anus. Suddenly, I came. I had to muster all my energy not to scream out loud. Cursing myself, I looked around for something to dry my hands and pants with. But the hard days ride had made me so exhausted... I figured the semen would probably dry until tomorrow... ***** I woke to the smell of something frying. My mouth was watering. In a blur I saw the Chevalier as I opened my eyes, and without thinking I smiled. To my horror I discovered that I still had my hands down my pants. I quickly pretended to scratch myself. But I don't think he bought it. "You must be hungry." He said. "Thank you, Sire." The bruises from yesterday's spanking stung as I sat up. "Here you go." The Chevalier handed me some bacon and sausace on a plate together with small loaf of bread. "Thank you, Sire." I repeated. Not haven eaten in a day I sunk my teeth into the breakfast like a starving animal. "So you decided to stay?" Chevalier Ilario asked. "Well, it's very far back." I tried to justify it to myself. "I can take you back if you want." He said looking me straight into my eyes. "Well..." I looked down. "I mean... I don't really know if I want to become a... a courtesan. But I know I can't see myself as a goat herder." "So you agree to submit to my training?" He asked. The word "submit" sent chills down my spine. "Do I get to change my mind during the training?" I asked. "You get to reevaluate your undertaking once every month." He said. "Okay." I said. "I agree to your proposal, Sire. But I have one condition..." I added. "That's a bit impudent, but alright?" "I want to sit in the saddle. Riding." I didn't know how he would react. I braced myself. "Do you even know how to ride? And moreover, can you sit?" He asked smiling. "Anything must be better than laying across the saddle. Please, Sire." I implored. "Alright." He seemed pleased with my decision to stay, but I had hoped that he would be more excited. Had I misread his attraction yesterday? After having put out the camp fire and packed the utensils, he helped me up in the saddle.This was completely different from laying across it. Instead of feeling like an extra saddle bag, I could feel the horse's strength beneath me. The chevalier swung up behind me. I could feel his body press against mine. A warm feeling ran from my belly up towards my chest as his arms embraced me when he reached for the reins. "Try to follow the movement of the horse." He instructed as his steed started a slow walk. He had been right in his suspicions, I didn't know the first thing about riding. When the horse started to trot I was completely out of pace, jumping up and down in the saddle. "Try to follow my movements instead." The Chevalier suggested. He pushed forwards towards me. My heart jumped as I felt his groin against my sore buttocks. His thin riding pants in black silk did little to conceal his manhood. Pressing against my pants of equally thin white linnen, I could feel every contour. Gods, it was big! Still soft, his penis must have been three fingers wide. Again he pushed forward. I was still out of pace. "Try to be a bit earlier in your movements." He instructed. I tried to follow his movements the best I could, but being to slow he kept bumping into me. To my surprise, the heat from my ass started to made him hard. My eyes widened as his massive penis started to grow. I felt it rise straight inbetween my buttocks. I glanzed back, expecting to see excitement in his face. But instead I saw embarrassment. He was embarrassed! Embarrassed that he couldn't control his lusts.