A Cumbuck's Tale Ch. 06

"Adequate," the man pronounced when he was done and Cam had licked clean his softened member. "Take as long as you need. But cover him again on your way out."

It was late in the day, cool and shadowed. The water was ice cold. Meuk first used his knife and a bit of the soap to scrape the hair from his captive's jaw. For once Cam was glad he barely had any facial hair. Once that was done, Cam washed while Meuk watched. A slight smile turned the edges of the smuggler's lips.

"Getting dick hard again, aren't ye? Too bad I can't afford you something pretty to wear. Pay more, they do, what if the boy looks better than a beggar."

"So long as the next one is Staubaun, I don't care what they pay." Cam used the soap and scrubbed under his arms. All his life, he had kept good habits and he did want some Staubaun man to find him clean enough.

"Ah, now, that's not right. More they pay, the better they treat ye. And the more we eat." The man chewed on a sliver he had been using to clean his teeth. "I'll watch your back, and see to it they pay."

Cam turned to him. "Just one. Just enough coin so we eat. I'm not a whore." It made him sick to know he had just serviced a man so he could bathe.

"That's what we'll tell 'em."

* * * *

Lygge was a busy port and there were Staubauns there. The gold haired merchants docked their big boats at the mercantile piers and frequented stone and timber taverns lining the waterfront. When dusk fell, Cam was glad for Meuk and even gladder for the short sword hanging from the rat-faced Estol's belt. His clothes, which Meuk had washed and air-dried, were now clean at least. There was a bite of autumn in the air and Cam shivered slightly because he did not have a cloak, but it was also true that he was better seen this way. A few men glanced at him where he huddled in the shadow of a warehouse while Meuk, standing on the dock, sized up potential contributors to their welfare. Cam would not meet their eyes. He kept his gaze averted while Meuk spoke with the man he had found.

". . . real cumbuck, he is, been fuck-tamed proper, if you know what I mean . . . good cocksucker . . . wouldn't lead you wrong, he's pretty, see . . ."

Hearing footsteps approaching, he lifted his head to look into the eyes of a tall, burly man wearing a fine hat on his Staubaun gold hair. Cam could not begin to guess the man's age. Staubauns were long-lived, but he guessed the man was probably older than Ralen. The man, seeing him look up, broke into a hard cool smile.

"Pretty indeed!" Both Cam and Meuk noted that the well-made breeches ballooned as the man's excitement grew. "Myself and my lads, all night for five gold rams." Rams were the second largest gold coins minted by the King.

Cam looked at Meuk in dismay. The Estol smuggler smiled and nodded. "It's a fair price. Four men," he told Cam, "on their boat, with me standing at hand. Tire them out early and we still get their gold."

The man, understanding them, guffawed. He fumbled open the buttons on his breeches, pulling out his raging hard cock. "Kneel down, boy. I want a test suck."

Meuk shouldered his way in-between. "No gold, no suck. He ain't free. One gold in advance."

Cursing, the man fished in his jacket, coming up with a small gold coin, which he pressed into Meuk's hand. "I'm too hard to fucking wait."

The scent of warm Staubaun cock so near had already caused Cam to fall to his knees before the towering pale organ. It was thinner than Ralen's, and it beckoned him to taste it in a way the bathman's had not. He pressed his mouth to the hot organ, worshiping its presence and shape, then began to lick the entire length of it. This he did ever more urgently as the Staubaun growled with pleasure. That growl deepened the moment Cam took the bulbous cock head into his mouth and began to suck, his mouth working up and down that glorious, straining length. He tasted the cum in it, just waiting for him to tease it forth . . .

"Yes, boy, yes . . . gods, what a great cocksucker!" He groaned and clamped his big hands about Cam's dark hair, holding his head in place as his hips began to thrust. "That's good, boy . . . suck it out . . . suck it all out!"

A few men prowling the dock had stopped to watch. Cam, kneeling on the splintered planks, surrounded by kegs of mash and salt, no longer cared. His mouth worked on the lusty prong of the man standing before him, sucking the swollen rod that already had coated his tongue with seminal fluid and now promised to explode with juices. He was surprised to feel fingers close in his hair and pull his head back, the wet cock springing free of his open mouth. The Staubaun closed the fingers of his free hand around the rigid shaft and pumped vigorously, groaning as he ejaculated in the air. Great spurts of semen flew into the air, out of Cam's reach, landing in white splotches nearby. With a cry, Cam jerked toward the spilled treasure, only to have the Staubaun yank his hair again.

The Staubaun looked down at him. "You've got a bit more sucking to do before you get that, son. I want your mouth and your ass nice and needy for the boys." Tucking his softening cock as best he could back into his pants, he nodded to Meuk. "I'll take you to the boat."

* * * *

The boat was a big one, a great low-slung river barge due to head downstream in the morning with a big haul of lumber. The Staubaun barge master, with lading money in his purse, wanted to treat his three man crew and himself to a night of fun. A veteran wharf-man, he knew what Cam wanted and needed—and also that the youth would do anything and service any number of men to get it. The Estol crew, all three of them young and strapping, celebrated their luck by enthusiastically fucking the Kheld youth for hours. Though Cam sucked the juices from each hard young cock and endured having his ass filled by each Estol crewman in turn, none of those ejaculations could blunt his now painful need. His craving for Staubaun seed so consumed him that he would suck anything, fuck anything, just on the chance it would give him ease. From his place in a great wooden chair at his work desk, the barge master watched his crew enjoy the night's recreation. Smiling, he stroked his sleek towering erection, taunting Cam with it, reminding him of why he labored on his knees.

Gods, I need it . . . that Staubaun's big cock. If I don't suck those juices, I'll die. I need it . . . please, I feel like I'm being fucked by animals!

He groaned as the biggest man, a sandy-haired Estol who had been vigorously pumping his ass raw, roared and thrust deep, spurting his load. His mouth was already slimed with the leavings of all three men, though he had licked his lips clean as best he could. None of the cum he had swallowed had tasted anything but rank and disgusting, making the ordeal far less pleasant than that of sucking Staubaun cum. He had drained this Estol brute twice already, once with his mouth and once with his ass. He hoped this time would be the last as that cock flopped out of his ass and the broad hairy body pushed away.

Breathing hard due to the exertions he had made in thrusting back in his effort to get the Estol off, he lowered his head to where his hands rested on the floor. Before, another man had always taken the other's place.

"Looks like we wore him out, don," one of the Estols laughed, soon joined by crude agreement from the others.

"That you have, and yourselves with him. He's done his work with you. Go clean up," the master told them. One by one, they left the quarters. The man rose from his chair and went to Cam, kneeling beside him. He laid a hand on his hair. "How be you, son?"

Cam opened his eyes. "How would you be?"

The Staubaun's dark eyes softened, but his face remained stern. "Get yourself to the washbowl. Clean what you can. I'll give you what you need. You took good care of them, and now I'll pay you proper."

Cam used the washbowl. He scrubbed his mouth until it hurt. He scrubbed his dick and squatted over the chamber box to squeeze out what they had put into his ass. Though they had used lubrication the barge master had provided, his asshole was sore and so was his body. A look in the small mirror nailed above the washstand showed a face he no longer remembered: framed by dark hair but with shadows beneath blue, haunted eyes. Whatever he had suffered at Ralen's hands, he had not been a whore before this night. Now he would never escape having been one. He returned to the barge master still gripped by cravings he knew he would do anything to satisfy, uncaring about what would be demanded of him.

The Staubaun's dark eyes warmed as he looked upon him. "You won't like hearing it, son, but you are the most beautiful creature any of us will ever fuck."

"Better to be ugly, then."

"Not true. Without your looks, you'd have to pay me. I don't do men unless they're pretty. Come here." When Cam did and was standing before him, he pointed to the floor. "Kneel." He leaned back in his chair again. "I want to watch you suck me."

The need Cam felt was no less for the sore muscles of his violated mouth and throat, the rawness of his tongue as it licked that long, splendid shaft once more. The Staubaun did as he said and simply watched, his breathing quickening, his tip welling with clear, sweet juices that Cam lapped up without resentment. He did not feel cheated. Perhaps it was better this way, having pleasured the others first. Perhaps he would have hated it more if he had first sated his need and then been forced to pleasure without gain. He had no experience in such things, no map by which to navigate such unknown territory. The only thing that mattered, the only solid reality, was the Staubaun cock between his lips as he took it deep, all the way to the man's thick base so that the cock head entered his throat and he commenced to swallow as the barge master, with a great satisfied groan, released a thick flood of juices. He gulped it all, happily, with relief, continuing to suck and lick every drop of the barge master's semen as he slowly pulled back, releasing that clean, wet cock from his now satisfied mouth.

"Now that was a fine cocksucking," the barge master praised him. Legs spread and his large, depleted cock falling flaccid between them, he wore a pleased smile. "And damn if you aren't the prettiest cumbuck I ever had do it. Khelds are seldom so fine to look upon. That man out there is selling you too cheap."

Cam had nothing to say. He just wanted to be done with it. He had been four men's whore for a night, just to get a mouthful of Staubaun cock juice that would barely stave off his jitters. But Meuk had got his gold, got it in advance. They would eat, at least, and maybe Meuk had got enough gold that he would not feel any need to sell Cam again in the next town. He wondered how much gold Meuk would need before being satisfied he had enough, and his insides turned hollow as he realized that there was never enough gold to satisfy a man for whom gold mattered so much that he could sell another man. An hour later, he sucked the Staubaun barge master again, silently but greedily, as only a cumbuck could.

Meuk met him on the pier, smiling at the barge master's praises and the extra gold coin the man pressed into his hand.

"Buy him something nice," the barge master directed. "And when you get to Merath, go to the Bird Nest. Tell the ale man that Nabbe Don sent you. You'll have to choose well, but you can get a better class of buyer for him there than what's skulking on the docks."

Before leaving Lygge, Meuk purchased a small pail of dried cherries and two loaves of coarse bread with eel which he gave Cam to eat. He also bought him a cloak of dark grey wool, plain but warm, and a clean shirt and breeches. But he didn't give them to Cam to wear until they reached Merath three days later.