A Cumbuck's Tale Ch. 04

"Oh, god . . ."

"You're a cumbuck, remember," Ralen reminded him. "You have a cumbuck ass. Penargos made sure of that. It loves being filled with hot Staubaun cum."

Cam felt Ralen lift more pre-cum on his finger, work it not just around but into his softening asshole. What Ralen said was true. At the end, even Penargos had drawn real orgasms from him, had awakened pleasure. And he needed Staubaun cum so much even his ass was betraying him now, welcoming Ralen's finger, slippery with the juices he craved. Ralen continued to milk his cock for more lubricating drops, which he continued to work into Cam's increasingly willing anus. What the hell, the man was going to fuck him anyway. Cam relaxed his legs, gave himself over to the man's ministrations.

"That's it, rabbit, open up. You're a cum slave now. And I'm through being patient." Ralen's weight shifted, the man reaching for something on the stand near the bed. The sound of a jar being unlidded. The crackle and slap of lubricant being slathered on a cock—he had heard it before—and then the cool sensation of a slippery finger being introduced into his tight ass. Ralen circled and stimulated his sphincter gently, then firmly, teasing it open. "You have a beautiful ass, Cam. Perfect, muscular . . . so tight and smooth. Just like all of you, so damn gorgeous. Ah, beauty, you have no idea how I've wanted to sink my cock into you."

Cam gasped at the invasion, controlled his breathing, tried to relax. What Ralen was doing did not feel so bad. In fact, it almost felt good . . . did feel good. And his body craved cum, craved it so much . . . his ass ached to be filled with Ralen's seed, ached for the ease it would bring.

"Ralen," he said, not sure if he was protesting or pleading. His dick was a rock hard knot of arousal. "Ralen . . . please . . ." His asshole, now stretched by two fingers and thickly coated with lubricant, flowered with invitation. Ralen slid a third finger into him and he moaned. He was so open . . . so ready. The fingers withdrew and his legs trembled with anticipation. "Hells, oh hells . . . fuck me, Ralen . . . fuck me . . . fuck me, please!"

"Sweet Cam," Ralen growled, angling his body into better position. The head of his cock pushed at the offered opening.

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Cam's ass was everything Ralen had dreamed it to be. Responsive. Tight. Willing. The youth felt some pain, he knew, when he first entered. There was no other way for a boy still new. But his member was not as large as Penargos', not as traumatic for the boy to take, and he had taken even more care to ensure he caused no damage. His cock head popped deliciously through the first tight anal ring and he emitted a low sound of pleasure. Continuing to press, his passage eased by a layer of slick jelly he pushed through the second ring. His cock slid into an ass of honey with the grip of a velvet glove. He reveled in the pure sensation of entering Cam's velvety tight passage.

"Ah, boy," he groaned, pushing the youth's legs up, the better to enter him deeply.

"Ralen," Cam gasped, eyes closed, his perfect lips forming the name.

Perhaps he was naming the man who was penetrating him because doing so aroused him, perhaps to remind himself that it was not Penargos whose big cock stretched his ass. Ralen didn't care. He leaned forward, kissing those lips, drinking the name and the gasp of pleasure that followed.

Ralen proceeded patiently, his cock buried deep in a boy fit for a Denizen's bed.

"Don't tease me, Ralen . . . don't make me wait," Cam begged. His heavenly blue eyes gazed up at him, glazed with need.

"After you made me wait?" Ralen chuckled. "I've waited too long for this not to enjoy you with every last inch." Cam gasped as Ralen pulled his cock back until it was nearly out of his ass, then slid that thick pole back into him with a single smooth motion. "I want you to feel it, cumbuck. Really feel it, having me inside you."

He pulled back again, then plunged forward as Cam's hands clasped his waist and his hips moved with him. "Like that? I do. You're better than a girl, Cam. You're tighter, and you've got a hard rabbit dick." He balanced on one arm and with his other hand reached for Cam's erection. "There you go. Feels good, doesn't it? Almost as good as having Staubaun cock in your ass."

Ralen kept his cock moving, thrusting slowly, watching as the pain in the youth's expression faded, and pleasure gradually took root. Penargos had barely tapped the sensual delights of Cam's young body.

"You need this, cumbuck," he murmured, thrusting forward to the hilt, so that his body covered the one he impaled. The hand gripping Cam's dick pumped against both their bellies. He looked down at the youth and smiled. "You can tell me all you want that you don't like cock in your ass, but you do."

"Please, Ralen—"

"If you weren't with me, enjoying my cock, you'd be seeking out Fences and haunting the wharfs, looking for Staubaun cocks to suck. And you'd let them fuck you, if that's what they wanted. Hells, they'd line up for a chance to stuff their fat stoats into a pretty young rabbit like you."

Cam's lips parted, whimpers of pleasure joining those of shame as his hips lifted to the tugs of Ralen's hand on his dick. The Kheld's arousal dripped in slippery strings onto his belly. His legs tightened around Ralen's waist and he lifted his ass, pushing it to greet every stroke of Ralen's invading cock

"Cum-slave," Ralen taunted, letting him know what he was.

"No, please," the youth whispered.

"Look at me," Ralen commanded and, when Cam did not, commanded it again, "Look!"

The boy raised his head and opened his eyes. The sight that greeted him—Ralen's broad, golden body poised between his legs, a big Staubaun cock smoothly fucking his ass—brought him to the edge. Something began to pound harder between them—Ralen's right hand working Cam's throbbing dick. "This is the way you want it, boy. You want Staubaun cock any way it wants you, even in your Kheld ass."

"Oh, gods—"

There was no denying it. That silken ass was clamping on him now, the boy's prostate being stimulated with every one of Ralen's rutting strokes. The pleasure by now far outpaced any pain. Cam gave a single cry as his dick bunched and spurted hot plumes of Kheld cum over Ralen's hand, onto Ralen's hard flat belly. Ralen threw back his head, savoring the rhythmic bucking of the boy's orgasm.

"What are you, boy?" Ralen held him down harder and pumped him sternly, possessively. His cock sucked in and out of Cam's young ass like a piston.

"A slave," Cam half-sobbed. "A fucking cum-slave."

"That's right. My little Kheld slave with the cum-loving ass."

"Oh, gods . . . oh, Ralen . . . fuck me, please!"

The words sent Ralen over his own edge and he roared at the power with which his cock gathered and released, sending his pent-up seed spewing into Cam's waiting ass. The boy felt his explosion and, with a strangled cry, held still so that his ass could better receive the ejaculation. He so needed cum, he dared not risk spilling even a drop. Covered with sweat and gobs of seed, Ralen remained above Cam for several minutes, allowing every ripple of the boy's ass to squeeze a few more drops of seed from his softening cock.

"Stay with me, Cam," he said, giving in to the surge of desire he felt toward this talented boy he had abducted for a Lord's pleasure and now kept for his own. "You'll be my slave, true, but you won't even know it. Give me your cock and ass when I want them, and I'll give you all the seed your mouth or ass can guzzle. Fair trade. My protection is worth a lot in these parts."

As the boy opened his eyes again, showing pupils wide with the pleasure-enhancing effects of the Staubaun seed that now filled him, and gazed upon him with confusion, Ralen bent forward and kissed him. He tasted Cam's surprise, his acceptance laced with fear—and arousal. The youth's body, just like his mind, associated sex with men.

Good. I have him now. A few more good ass-fuckings, and the boy would be converted completely. Ralen kissed him again and looked forward to another round of lovemaking that evening. For the next few days, he intended to keep Cam's cum-slave ass well-filled.

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Cam gave in to his lot. As humiliating as it was to be Ralen's cumbuck, he quickly saw the advantages. Though they directed leers his way, the smuggler chief's men left him alone and for the most part were pleasant enough. They gave him reasonable work to do, perhaps on Ralen's orders and perhaps not, because it was given that all of the band had to perform hard work to earn their share in the spoils. He gained more respect for not acting like he was spoils himself, and being willing to tackle the toughest chores. He gutted fish and worked his fingers raw knotting net and it wasn't any worse that way than being at home pounding straw between bricks or cutting the lot, then hauling it into town. Ralen's men taught him to swim like a fish, diving under the barges to help lash new line or cut loose hidden caches secured to anchors driven deep into the rock floor of the riverbed. They might tease him and ruffle his hair with rough, rope-callused hands, but they knew better than to poach on Ralen's private stash.

From time to time there were other youths, or even women, held only briefly and roughly used. They were never kept long before being dispatched. "Back to the wharves," was the way One-Handed Brasco, the gang's cook, put it, suggesting that was where the victims had been found. Cam learned by listening that it was the lot of such Khelds as himself, gripped by the need to consume Staubaun seed, to haunt river towns in hope of finding what they sought. Most of Ralen's men were not truly Staubaun, but of mongrel birth—half-breeds and Estols, even a few that were Kheld—and the boys and women they took on received very little satisfaction. That he might find himself in such straits was reason enough not to refuse Ralen's goodwill.

It could be worse, Cam reminded himself. He's a hard one, bad as they come, but it's to my favor that he wants a good-looking boy on his dick. He blushed as he thought of that big, Staubaun cock and how much he now enjoyed it. He really did love Ralen's cock, its bulk all silky sleek under his lips, gamy and huge in his mouth as he tongued and sucked the hot, salty juices from its spurting tip. He even liked the way that cock felt in his ass whenever Ralen took him that way. His ass opened easily now. So easily, in fact, that Ralen pronounced it well-trained.

Ralen trained him in other things as well. Cam spoke decent Stauba for the first time in his life, and knew how to handle a weapon, though not with anything approaching expertise. He also knew a lot now about navigating the Dazun. Though they had not returned to the parts of the Dazun he called home, Cam could read a map and name every town on the river; he knew which towns were best for what goods, which port masters could be trusted and which required bribes, and how not to get cheated by short counts on loads. He knew a lugsail from a staysail, a mast from a trawl beam; he could haul sail and lash line and wield a stout pole in the shallows. From the bargemen, he learned how to read the river's currents, both those on the surface and those below, and that water was a changeable beast best mastered by experience because no man in the world could ever own the strength to tame it. He knew not to trust Staubauns in Dazunor-Rannuli, where every corruption in the North might be found, but that those in Orndall or Gustan could be counted on to honor their word. The best men for building or fixing river craft were to be found in Trulo or Dazunor-Rannuli, the best outfitters were in Merath, and the Amallar towns of Skairen and Eldwash provided the best taverns.

All told, Cam's life assumed a pleasant shape. Ralen taught him to script and work numbers, at both of which Cam proved a quick study. There was a place even among smugglers for a sharp lad who could put things in writing. Outlaws kept few records, but Ralen maintained a written inventory.

If days were for work, nights were for pleasure. Like many men who live life on the run, Ralen best expressed his passion for life in the arms of a lover. He possessed Cam's body ardently and without reservation, leaving no expression of pleasure unexplored. Unlike many Staubauns, he felt no ambiguity in his predilection for Kheld youths, but indulged his preference wholeheartedly. Cam's hard young dick was the focus of Ralen's frequent attention, his body petted and mouth adored, his intelligence and company encouraged. That the smuggler enjoyed his companionship at least as much as he desired his body became clearer by the week. Cam found his new life easy to accept.

He'd be damned, though, if he'd ever forget he was a captive and a slave.