ZINZAN

by B. Gunn

"Ring the doorbell," said Marco.

"It's broken," Bartram replied, reaching up to tug the dangling chain. "See? No sound at all."

Marco gave a heavy sigh and shook his head. Patting his paunchy belly, he released a rumbling belch and peered up at the decrepit old house. It looked almost identical to the other dwellings that clustered along both sides of the narrow lane, but it was the only one with a red door. Its plastered walls, though originally white, were a dusty gray. Bare bricks showed where the plaster had long ago crumbled into the dust of the lane.

"I think it's empty," Bartram observed. "The place seems silent and abandoned. Perhaps the magistrates forced it to shut down, deeming it an immoral stain on their glorious city?

"Nonsense!" Marco scoffed, stepping forward to knock loudly on the door. "This was always the best whorehouse in the kingdom. Even the Chief Magistrate was a regular customer, before his wife found out." Pausing to listen at the door, he gave a wry smile and added: "I hear footsteps."

A latch clicked and the door opened inward. Beyond it loomed a huge, hulking man with a bald head and a fat stomach. His blubbery jowls wobbled as he greeted the two visitors with a wry grin.

"Dear gentlemen!" he announced. "Forgive my delay in answering the door. I was washing a harlot in the bathtub. But now, good sirs, please enter my humble house!"

"Thank you, Gunther," Marco replied, stepping over the threshold. "Is your business thriving, as ever?"

Gunther shrugged his massive shoulders and said: "Alas, my friend! There is no money in prostitution these days. I wake each day to pitiful poverty."

Marco laughed, turning around to wink at Bartram as they followed the big man down a narrow hallway.

"It's true, Marco!" Gunther added, halting outside an open door. "The brothel tax has doubled in the two years since your last visit here. Soon I must sell my best harlots, merely to pay the tax-collector."

"You're the richest whore-master in the city," Marco retorted, playfully prodding Gunther's enormous belly. "And the shrewdest, which is why my friend Lord Bartram is so keen to sample the fruits of your endeavors."

Gunther bowed respectfully. "Welcome, Lord Bartram," he said. "I am honored to entertain a member of the nobility. Too few men of high birth are seen in this part of town. Will this little parlor be adequate for your needs?"

Bartram stroked his short black beard and peered inside the room. It was bare of furniture, except for a large square bed with newly-laundered sheets of white linen. The room felt surprisingly fresh and clean, though Bartram had expected it to be as shabby as the exterior of the house.

"This is perfect," he answered. "All we need now is a bottle of wine and a sexy young prostitute."

He entered the parlor, walking slowly as he paced around the bed. His movements were watched closely by Marco and Gunther. The latter gave a deep sigh and said quietly: "I think, dear Marco, that your aristocratic friend is likely to be a popular customer in my house. He is very handsome."

"I know," Marco mused softly, leaning against the door while gazing dreamily at his companion. "He looks so masculine, too, with his dark hair cropped very short and his beard neatly trimmed. Under that loose white shirt he has a fantastic muscular body, which begs to be kissed and caressed. I sometimes wonder why he feels attracted to a plain, chubby fellow such as myself."

Gunther smiled, putting his arm around Marco's shoulder. "Do not mock your appearance, my friend," he said reassuringly. "You are certainly not a pretty specimen, but nor are you as ugly as me, nor is your belly too fat. You are quite tall, which makes you seem less overweight. Perhaps your friend has a passion for fair-haired, balding men? If so, then you are surely his ideal partner!"

"I hope so," Marco grunted, before whispering: "Look at his wonderful ass," as he watched Bartram bend forward to test the mattress.

"A firm peach indeed," Gunther replied, licking his lips. Then he took a breath and asked: "Shall I fetch a suitable harlot?"

"Yes, please!" Marco replied eagerly. "Is the big barbarian available today? You know who I mean: the tough warrior who gave me great satisfaction on my previous visit."

"He is gone, alas," the whore-master admitted sadly. "I sold him to a retired merchant, a wizened but very wealthy man. I was sorry to let the barbarian go, for he was indeed a beautiful beast, but the lecherous old fellow made me a most generous offer that I could not refuse."

Marco clicked his tongue and gave a disappointed groan. "Damn!" he muttered. "I had set my heart on an afternoon of energetic bed-play with that hairy brute. Do you have anyone similar?"

Gunther scratched his bloated belly while pondering the question. "Hmmm, I will have to see who is available at this time. I think Theo is free, and maybe Hendrik too. Both are young and strong, with plenty of stamina."

"Neither of them is suitable," Marco objected, smiling at Bartram as the latter walked lazily around the parlor. "Theo is too effeminate, like a skinny teenage girl, while Hendrik is too old for our tastes. He's in his mid-thirties, I guess, which makes him nearly the same age as Bartram and myself. Have you no untamed barbarians or fierce warriors to offer? They must be no older than twenty-five."

"There is one young fellow who might be ideal," Gunther answered solemnly. "His name is Zinzan. He is my newest and most popular acquisition. But I fear that he is already entertaining a customer upstairs, with others probably waiting their turn. Never have I known such demand for one harlot."

The eyes of both Marco and Bartram glinted eagerly, but Gunther raised his hands and said: "Gentlemen, there is something that you should know about Zinzan, before you request his services. He is not to everyone's liking, mainly because he has a wild and rather savage appearance."

"Sounds exciting!" said Marco, rubbing his hands in anticipation. "Does he hail from some warlike northern tribe?"

Gunther shook his head and said quietly: "No, my good sir. Zinzan is an orc."

The two visitors exchanged a silent glance, while Gunther waited for their response. "Actually, that is not strictly true," he added. "Zinzan's mother was a woman of our people, so he is in fact a hybrid: half-human, half-orc. I bought him last month, from some soldiers who caught him in the hills."

"It is rare indeed to see orcs in these southern lands," Bartram remarked. "Mostly they roam in the far northern mountains. In fact, I have never seen a member of that bestial race, though I have heard that they are a repulsive breed. Does your half-orc prostitute have sharp fangs, pointy ears and an ugly face?"

"Yes, yes and no," Gunther answered. "Small pointy ears and very sharp teeth, he has these indeed. But most of my customers do not consider Zinzan an ugly creature. His features are certainly unusual, but some folk might call him exotic rather than bestial. If he is available, I will go and fetch him for your inspection. Then, dear gentlemen, you shall make your own judgment."

"Alright," said Marco, closing his eyes to receive a small kiss from Bartram. "Bring your savage beast to this room, if you wish. But I think it unlikely that we will want to fuck an orc, or even a half-breed. You will get no money from our purses until you find a handsome young fellow to share this bed with us."

Gunther shambled away, muttering and grunting. They heard his heavy footsteps creaking on the stairs. Bartram closed the door of the parlor and entwined his arms around Marco's neck. For a while the two men kissed passionately, pausing occasionally to caress each other's faces, pressing their bodies together as they stood near the bed.

They were still embracing when the door opened and Gunther entered the room. Marco and Bartram immediately broke from their kiss to stand side by side, each with an arm around the other's waist.

"Well?" Marco inquired briskly. "Did you find the half-orc?"

Gunther nodded, then whistled softly. "Yes," he replied. "He is here."

A figure appeared in the doorway and stepped cautiously into the parlor. Marco and Bartram stared blankly, as though bemused or bewildered. The figure walked gracefully forward to stand in front of the two speechless men, who seemed to be holding their breath.

"Greetings, gentlemen," said a smooth, mellow voice. "My name is Zinzan. I am here to obey your wishes."

Marco and Bartram said nothing, but they nodded slightly and their chests relaxed a little. Zinzan smiled, his lips parting to reveal a set of sharp yellow teeth that looked rather like the fangs of a wolf. Standing at only five and a half feet he was several inches shorter than the two men. His body was fairly slim but seemed to be well-formed and athletic. His skin was swarthy, its hue a light olive-brown that glowed with the vigor of youth. Marco and Bartram saw no ugliness in his features, nor did they perceive any of the repulsive characteristics that were supposedly borne by members of the orc race. Zinzan's mouth protruded somewhat, but not overmuch. His face, in fact, was finely-sculpted, with high cheekbones and a proud aquiline nose. Nevertheless, his non-human ancestry was immediately obvious. His lips, for instance, were so dark as to be almost black. The tops of his ears tapered to blunt points, while his almond-shaped eyes gleamed like jewels of pale amber. A tousled mop of thick dark hair crowned his head, its ragged ends untidily cropped around the nape of his neck. Sleek, sinewy muscles rippled beneath the smooth brown skin of his lean limbs, for his arms and legs were bare. He stood barefoot before the men, wearing only a short sleeveless tunic of gray wool.

"Hellfire!" Bartram hissed. "You're gorgeous!"

"Thank you, sir," the half-orc replied, his long black eyelashes fluttering as he bowed respectfully.

"Well, gentlemen?" Gunther ventured, grinning smugly as he lounged in the doorway. "Is this harlot suitable? He comes to you fresh from a swift bath, for his previous customer has already left my house. Or do you, perhaps, wish me to find an alternative companion for your session?"

"No," Marco answered, as he gazed at Zinzan. "Everything is fine. Please leave us now, Gunther."

"As you wish," the fat whore-master chuckled. "Shall I return in one hour?"

Bartram left Marco's side and sat on the edge of the bed. "Make it two," he said.

"Two hours is far too long," Gunther protested. "Other customers might get impatient and angry if you keep Zinzan for yourselves."

"We will treble the fee," Bartram replied. "Tell the other customers to wait until we have finished."

"A generous offer, my lord," said Gunther. "I give you two hours with this exotic creature. His body is yours. Do as you please."

With a final wink and a smirking grin he closed the door behind him. Marco stepped towards Zinzan and smiled, shaking his head as he reached out to stroke the young half-orc's face. His fingertips traced the high cheekbones, the black eyelashes, the aquiline nose, the dark lips. Zinzan smiled up at the tall, balding man and bared his fangs slightly. From the bed came Bartram's heavy sigh as he sat back on the white sheets.

"Beautiful," the aristocrat whispered. "Truly startling!"

Marco nodded, meeting Zinzan's gaze and exchanging a grin as their faces moved closer. Their lips met in a gentle kiss, before Marco withdrew to gaze into the half-orc's amber eyes. The orange hue of the irises gave the eyes a vaguely wolvish appearance, but their gleam was warm and friendly rather than cruel or cold. Again Marco caressed the strange features of Zinzan's face, his fingers roaming over smooth olive-brown skin before running through the untamed mop of shaggy black hair. To his delight the half-orc began to purr like a cat, making a soft gurgling noise in his throat.

"You enjoy being stroked?" Marco inquired.

Zinzan nodded, pressing himself against Marco's chubby body while reaching up to entwine his sinewy arms around the man's neck. Marco responded by reaching around to place his hands on Zinzan's shapely bottom, feeling a pair of firm buttocks through the thin gray tunic. A second kiss followed, with more eagerness than the first. Marco opened his mouth to receive a long, dark tongue, while his own tongue explored Zinzan's sharp yellow teeth. The half-orc moaned through the kiss, using his mouth more and more passionately until he suddenly withdrew. Stepping back with a growl he stared at the two men, his eyes glinting like fiery embers. Then, with his left hand, he wiped saliva from his chin, while using his right to unbutton the front of his tunic.

Marco and Bartram watched, transfixed, as the garment tumbled to the floor. Zinzan stepped out of it and took a deep breath, straightening his lithe young body as he drew air into his lungs. He perceived the frantic lust in Marco's eyes and gave a small sniggering laugh, turning around slowly in a full circle to flaunt his nakedness.

"Do you like what you see?" he asked.

"Yes, we like it," Marco answered, glancing sideways at Bartram, who nodded in agreement.

"I am your slave," said Zinzan. "For the next two hours I am your plaything. My body is yours, gentlemen. Do as you please."

He laughed again, placing his hands on his hips as he walked towards the bed. Standing in front of Bartram, he licked his dark lips as he gazed down at the seated nobleman. Bartram returned the stare in awestruck silence, hardly daring to breathe in case the alluring vision faded. Zinzan's lean, supple torso gave him the easy grace of a gazelle, though the muscles in his arms and legs endowed him with an aura of strength and masculinity. His body was smooth and hairless, like pale-brown leather. Beneath the skin his sinews rippled as he stood panting in breathless anticipation. Below his heaving chest his sculpted stomach formed a flattened hollow that tapered to his crotch, where his circumcised penis was already stiffening. The half-erect shaft twitched as it hardened, its root thickening between a freshly-shaved scrotum and a dark crescent of trimmed pubic bristles.

Bartram reached around the half-orc's slim hips to place both hands on his ass. Zinzan gasped at the touch, baring his teeth in a snarl as his buttocks were squeezed firmly. Placing his hands on Bartram's shoulders he pushed his loins forward, thrusting his genitals into the seated nobleman's face. The tip of his penis felt a delicious tickling sensation as it brushed lightly across Bartram's black beard, so he repeated the movement again and again, swiveling his hips to trail his cock back and forth over the soft facial hair. A strange growling noise gargled in his throat as his shaft achieved a full erection of eight inches, the sound growing louder when his swollen glans slid between Bartram's lips.

Marco now stood at the rear, nuzzling the half-orc's unruly raven hair and kissing the back of his neck. The swarthy young creature seemed small, almost petite, as the tall man towered over him. Marco pressed gently against Zinzan's nude body, the stiff bulge in his trousers pushing against the prostitute's bottom but meeting instead the knuckles of Bartram's hands. The half-orc stood quivering and gasping as his phallus was lovingly sucked by Bartram's mouth, and his eyelashes fluttered when the cleft between his buttocks received Marco's probing finger.

"Hell, you're such a sexy beast!" Marco hissed, as he nibbled a pointy ear. "What age are you, Zinzan?"

"Eighteen," came the breathless reply.

"So young!" Marco exclaimed, as his tongue slicked over Zinzan's shoulders to leave wet trails on the brown skin.

Bartram heard the brief conversation and tightened his grip on the young whore's ass-cheeks. His lips moved back and forth along the glistening shaft of Zinzan's erection, tasting the strong flavor of orc meat. He felt the hard rod twitch as his tongue slicked along it. The rod twitched again when Marco's probing fingertip found Zinzan's anus. Like a tiny rosebud the wrinkly orifice puckered at the sensation, but it gradually relaxed when Marco's touch became a gentle caress around the sensitive rim of the hole.

Nestling his hand between the ripe buttocks of a handsome teenage half-orc soon became too much for Marco. Stepping back, he quickly stripped off his clothes and flung them aside. Sweat beaded on his balding scalp as he squeezed his erection, and a droplet of pre-cum oozed from the tip. An interlacing pattern of veins pulsed and twitched along the throbbing shaft of his ten-inch penis.

"Hey, Bartram," he chuckled. "Are you keeping this cute slave all to yourself?"

Bartram withdrew his mouth from Zinzan's penis to peer past the youngster's hip. He saw Marco standing a few feet away, naked and aroused. The half-orc glanced behind, looking over his shoulder with a gleam in his strange amber eyes.

"My apologies, sir," he said to Marco. "Here, let me show you that you are not excluded."

Turning away from Bartram, Zinzan walked over to Marco and knelt at his feet. With one hand clasping the root of the tall man's erection and the other cupping his hairy balls, Zinzan took the monstrous tool into his mouth. A yell from Marco expressed his delight at the sensation. Not even Bartram, whom he regarded as a wonderful lover, had ever sucked his cock so expertly. Zinzan's lips and tongue seemed to find nerve-endings that nobody had ever located before. Marco inhaled sharply and anxiously when pointy teeth scraped back and forth along his rock-hard phallus.

"Hellfire!" he grunted loudly, standing with hands on hips while thrusting his loins forward. "You really are a marvel. So young, yet so skilled in the carnal arts. Have you always been a harlot?"

Zinzan briefly withdrew his mouth to gaze upward with shining eyes. A flick of his head tossed his tousled black hair behind his shoulders as he answered: "Six months ago I lived as an orc, like my father. I was renowned as a fierce warrior of the hills. By day I raided with the warband. By night I slept with male and female lovers, mostly orcs of my father's clan. Then, while returning home from a raid, I was caught and imprisoned by soldiers of your king. They whipped me, and fucked me, before throwing me in the dungeon of a grim castle. There in the shadows I learned how to pleasure my jailers, and so avoided the noose that awaited me. I survived, and became a slave, and now I serve Master Gunther. He cares for me, and he feeds me, and at night he teaches me how to make his customers happy." Zinzan ended his explanation with a wistful sigh, before grinning up at Marco. "My body is yours," he added. "Do as you please." Then, with a ferocious gurgling laugh, he resumed his cock-sucking duty.

"Your technique is amazing!" Marco gasped, staring down at the dark shaggy head that bobbed on the end of his phallus. A soft slurping noise emanated from his loins. "I must thank old Gunther for tutoring you so well."

While Zinzan performed fellatio on Marco, Bartram rose from the bed and undressed. From a small bedside table he took a jar of colorless oil, into which he plunged his fingers. His twelve-inch erection bobbed like a pink spike as he squatted behind the kneeling half-orc. Below the ragged, shaggy ends of raven hair the prostitute's spine curved in a graceful arc to meet the shapely contours of his backside. His buttocks were slightly parted as he knelt upright, allowing Bartram's hand to wriggle between them. The hand crept inward, burrowing deeper, its fingers making a squelching sound as they smeared scented oil around the puckered anus. After a while, Bartram withdrew his hand to shuffle forward on his knees, bringing him so close behind Zinzan that the engorged bulb of his impressive manhood passed into the boy's rear cleft.

Without interrupting the rhythm of his mouth on Marco's erection, Zinzan maneuvered his sleek brown body into a stooping position which presented his bottom to Bartram. The latter smiled, gripping his rock-hard manhood while giving a gentle thrust of his loins. A curious purring sound emanated from Zinzan's cock-filled throat as he wiggled his pert buttocks. Bartram's rod slid between them until its purple tip bumped the boy's wrinkled anus. At first, the probing penis bounced off Zinzan's well-oiled rosette to slide harmlessly in the slippery cleft, but the second thrust plunged the glistening bulb through the half-orc's elastic ring. Both Zinzan and Bartram gasped, sharing their mutual pleasure as they swayed their hips in unison. Bartram drove his shaft deeper and further along the whore's muscular rear tube, moaning in delight at every inch of exquisite penetration. Muffled growls issued from Zinzan's mouth, filtering through the gag of Marco's enormous prick.

At first, Bartram's thrusting was gentle and leisurely. He eased his penis slowly in and out of Zinzan's ass, savoring the tightness of the fleshy tunnel. But Marco urged him to be faster and rougher, to thrust more aggressively. Being a man of gentleness and sensitivity, Bartram was rather reluctant to be more vigorous with the exotic teenage slave. However, his reticence disappeared when he heard Zinzan's reaction to a sudden forceful push. The half-orc gave an appreciative snarl, followed by a low growling noise that sounded like a bestial giggle. Bartram's hips slapped rhythmically against the boy's buttocks as he pumped harder and harder. The movement rocked Zinzan's body back and forth, making his throat take deeper gulps of Marco's thrusting penis.

Sweat beaded on Bartram's chest, glistening on his skin before trickling down over the taut muscles of his torso. Marco, too, looked as though the front of his paunchy belly had been freshly oiled. Perspiration gleamed also on the brown hide of their half-orc lover, whose lean body shone wetly as he writhed like a spitted calf between the skewering shafts of two massive erections. To Zinzan's delight, both men climaxed simultaneously, their throats gasping as their pricks convulsed in orgasm. Bartram squirted copious jets of semen into Zinzan's intestines, flooding the boy's deliciously tight rectum until fluid oozed from the stretched anal ring. In the same moment, Marco sprayed a fountain of jizz down the young prostitute's throat. Zinzan greedily swallowed the hot, sticky juice while feverishly licking the softening penis until it slipped from his mouth. Marco gave a whimper of pleasure when sharp teeth gently scraped his flaccid shaft, and he whimpered again when dark lips placed a tender kiss on the throbbing tip of his manhood.

At the rear, Bartram withdrew his exhausted prick from Zinzan's ass before sitting back on the bed. There he sat, panting and sweating, while his dwindling erection shrank in his lap. The half-orc stood upright and turned around, shaking his wild black hair while grinning down at the seated nobleman. From behind, Marco clasped the boy's slim hips and kissed his neck and shoulders.

"You're incredible!" Bartram exclaimed, though his voice was hoarse with exertion. He peered up at Zinzan, who bared his wolvish fangs in a mischievous grin.

Marco nodded in agreement, before gently pushing the exotic youth onto the bed. Zinzan's amber eyes flashed at both men as he stretched out on his back, his sinewy body still moist with sweat, his erection bobbing like a coffee-colored spike. His dark eyelashes fluttered in anticipation as he waited for his customers to make their next move. He longed to feel a hungry mouth on his cock, and his wish was swiftly granted by Bartram. Crouching between Zinzan's splayed thighs, the bearded man wrapped his lips around the boy's stiff penis and began to suck deeply.

Zinzan's eyes closed as he started to squirm. Within a few moments he lay writhing on the bed like a sleek olive-brown cat. From his throat came a series of growls, snarls and soft purring noises that made his two admirers smile. Marco lay alongside and caressed Zinzan all over, pausing occasionally to place tender kisses on the teenager's chest, nipples and pointy ears. The savage beauty of their half-orc plaything was so arousing to both men that their erections were quickly restored. Marco felt an overwhelming urge to fuck the young whore in the ass, but he had to wait until Bartram's cock-sucking adventure was completed. The wait was fairly short, for Zinzan was eager to ejaculate into the mouth of such a handsome customer. His sharp fingernails clawed the white sheets as his orgasm sprayed the back of Bartram's throat. The crouching aristocrat drank with enthusiasm, relishing his first taste of orc semen and savoring the experience.

Marco leisurely masturbated his huge cock while watching the young slave's breathless squirming. He stared in fascination as Zinzan's slender spine arched gracefully upward. The vision was unbearably erotic, so Marco politely shoved Bartram aside to position himself between the half-orc's legs. Kneeling forward, he grabbed Zinzan's knees and lifted them up. The teenager needed no further instruction as he rested his ankles on a pair of broad shoulders, and he moved his body so that his raised ass was in the desired position. Excitement burned in Marco's eyes as he maneuvered his erection into the cleft between Zinzan's buttocks, the bulb of his glans finding the well-lubricated target that nestled within. Zinzan gasped softly when his anus again stretched to accommodate a huge, hard cock but he smiled and purred when the slow thrusts commenced. Semen still dribbled from his own penis, which lay moist and soft in the hollow of his belly, but the shaft gradually stiffened in response to the pleasant sensations that now tingled in his bottom.

Marco, however, was far too turned-on to sustain more than twenty strokes. The sight of a swarthy, handsome youth writhing breathlessly on the end of his prick was incredibly potent and sensual. Despite his strength, and all his best efforts, his orgasm could not be restrained. With a stifled yell he pumped the juice of his lust deep into Zinzan's rectum, fucking the half-orc with a final volley of aggressive thrusts. Bartram, meanwhile, lay stretched out alongside Zinzan, kissing the boy's mouth with the passion of a newlywed bridegroom. Marco was still ejaculating when Bartram's cum sprayed across the young whore to spatter not only his panting belly but also his rigid, bobbing cock. Both men competed like thirsty dogs for the privilege of licking fresh semen off their exotic lover's skin, their playful rivalry bringing an appreciative chuckle from Zinzan.

"I feel honored, sirs," he cackled, lifting his head from the pillow. "Never before have two fine, handsome men fought over my carcass."

He gave a loud gasp when a pair of tongues lapped globules of jizz from his navel and from the bristles of his pubic hair. Another gasp followed when his shaved scrotum received a gentle nibbling from Marco's teeth.

"Hey!" Bartram protested, kneeling up and frowning at his chubby friend. "Move aside, fat man. I'm desperate for a second fuck."

"Later," came Marco's muffled reply. "First, I want to suck Zinzan's beautiful balls, and then I want him to shove his dick in my butt. Please be patient."

Bartram shook his head and grinned. "Patient? Time is pressing. Gunther says we only have a couple of hours with this gorgeous creature."

"Do not worry, sir," Zinzan ventured, gazing up at Bartram. "I will ask my master to postpone my other appointments. He loves me too much to refuse my wishes."

"That is better news!" said Bartram, rubbing his hands excitedly.

Zinzan smiled, then closed his eyes as the sensitive skin behind his scrotum received the swirling attentions of Marco's tongue. Bartram took a deep breath and reached out to stroke the half-orc's dark-lipped mouth, laughing when his finger felt the bite of sharp yellow fangs.

"Hey, that hurt!" he whined, though he did not withdraw his hand. Instead, he allowed Zinzan to gently suck the bitten finger like a lollipop. At the same time, Marco wrapped his lips around the boy's hairless ball-sack and teased each testicle with his tongue. Zinzan growled and moaned while his body bucked on the bed. His penis twitched as it stood erect and proud above his quivering loins.

Bartram bent down to kiss the harlot's face and said: "Your teeth seem happy to gnaw a finger, but I reckon my dick tastes a lot better, especially after reaming your sexy backside."

Zinzan's amber eyes twinkled mischievously as he released the well-sucked fingertip. "Dearest sir," he replied. "The customer always chooses. The sex-slave merely obeys. Whatever you ask of me, I am obliged to give it willingly."

"Here, then," said Bartram, shuffling forward on his knees. "Twist your head towards me, and open your mouth. I want you to chew my meat."

"Would you like me to lick it first, before sucking it?"

"Sounds good to me," said Bartram. "But later, after I cum, you get to fuck my friend in his hairy ass."

"And then I fuck you, I hope?" Zinzan whispered, as his dark tongue snaked across his gaping fangs.

"My body is yours," Bartram replied. "Do as you please."

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THE END

Zinzan. Copyright � B. Gunn 2006.

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