A Cumbuck's Tale Ch. 09

A month ago, Ralen had been in a Gobba prison, pissing in a trough, starved and hopeless. Now he basked in Amallar beside the only person he gave one damn about and who gave a damn about him. A youth who had somehow persuaded a total stranger to save his life. Ralen was not surprised that just looking at Cam caused his cock to balloon with desire. His only surprise was that Cam had not come to him before now. Perhaps he had arrived in Tualla already sated.

"I'll stay," he said, as if that matter had not already been decided. "At least for a while. You could use a good river man, and I'm the best."

Cam's brilliant smile made his heart want to explode. Feeling stronger than even a few days before, he reached for the young man, cupping a hand around his head to draw him near. As he had hoped, there was no resistance. Cam's lips parted to his.

Gods, what a boy! he thought, his hungry mouth devouring the very eagerness that filled his own. And he may well have shared a Denizen's bed, however little he knows it!

It was seldom, maybe once in a lifetime, that a man bedded a pure beauty. Such a creature now returned his kiss with all the ardor of true love. His mouth moved over Cam's, tasting, exploring, getting to know him again. It had been too long, a lifetime . . . The youth's hand opened his shirt, fingertips brushing Ralen's erect nipples. He breathed harder. His former slave was more skilled now than before. Cam undid Ralen's belt, opened his trouser lacings, slid the pants down over his hips. Ralen's cock stood up, erect and proud. Autumn grass, no longer new, prickled his buttocks and thighs, but he no longer cared. Cam was with him. His beautiful Cam.

The young man locked gazes with him, something challenging, asking . . . then amused in a way that was thrilling. He bent over Ralen's cock and began to work with his mouth.

"Gods, cumbuck," Ralen groaned, arching his buttocks upward, offering up his cock to those talented lips and tongue as they slid down the shaft, then up again, leaving no part of his raging prong unkissed and unadored. "I've dreamed of this."

"So have I," Cam murmured, ceasing only as long as it took for the warm breath of his words to caress Ralen's cock before resuming his enthusiastic attentions to that engorged pole. Drops of excitement welled in a steady stream from the flaring cock head and the youth lapped at them eagerly.

"Rabbit, slow down. You'll push me too far—"

Every flick of Cam's tongue, firm and expert, threatened to send Ralen over the edge. He doubted he had ever been harder. He tightened his fingers in the young man's heavy dark hair, welcoming the moment when Cam took his cock head and most of the towering shaft, too, deep into his mouth.

Ralen felt his testicles tighten. He had been too long celibate, could not restrain himself any more than could an untried boy. "Oh, gods, Cam . . . I'm going to cum . . . I'm going to . . ." He fell back completely, his hips lifting and bucking, groaning in orgasm as his jerking shaft shot his pent up load into Cam's rhythmically sucking mouth. He spent a second and third time as the youth continued to mouth him gently.

Looking to his partner a minute later, seeing the dark-haired youth framed by sunlight, the wind teasing his hair along with the smile in his eyes, Ralen felt nothing more than overwhelming gratitude to whatever god had brought his life and that of this young Kheld together.

"Well, that hasn't changed," Cam said.

"What is that?"

"You still taste good."

Ralen grinned. "Ah, cumbuck," he growled, moving over him as Cam, smiling, let himself be pressed back onto the grass, "Let's find out if you do, too."

Pushing up the blue tunic, he opened the front of Cam's trousers to bring forth that treasure. He had sucked Staubaun or mongrel cock in prison, but no Kheld dick in that time, and now realized how he longed for that taste. He inhaled the clean musk of a young Kheld male and happily extended his tongue to lick the hot gamy skin of that rosy pole. Already it quivered with anticipation. Cam was no longer a boy and his genitals were larger now, his dick thicker and balls shadowed with short dark hair, but the entire package fit as neatly into Ralen's mouth as it had two years past.

"Oh, Ralen, yes," the Kheld youth gasped to the strokes of the powerful tongue massaging his completely enclosed prick. "You're the one . . . the only one I want . . . please, you're the only one who can . . ." The only one who could know where he had been and what he now needed.

Savoring his success, Ralen hungrily sucked the hot, hard dick of his handsome young lover until Cam, with a cry of pure pleasure, released his stream of salty Kheld cum into his throat. He noted upon licking the last drops from Cam's tip that the youth had gone back to a diet not so rich in fruit. That made him less sweet but not less tasty. Neither was he done with his sated and surrendering prize yet. His own cock had revived again, and there was more of which he had dreamed. With a predatory grin, he rolled the youth over onto hands and knees, pulling down his breeches but not bothering to remove them before positioning himself behind him. Feeling Ralen's erect cock slide against his buttocks, Cam pushed back against it, signaling his own need.

"You always were the sweetest boy I ever fucked," Ralen bent over the smaller body of the Kheld and slowly pressed forward, easing his cum-slick cock into Cam's well-trained hole. Had the youth been inexperienced, he might never have entered without more lubrication—but Cam's ass was at least as skilled as his mouth. Overcoming the initial resistance he expected, Ralen groaned with pleasure at feeling his cock slide smoothly into that tight buttery heat. Was it any wonder that men paid gold for this?

"Tell me you're mine, Cam," he insisted, unable to keep himself from demanding that proof. "My cumbuck, and mine alone. Tell me."

"Please, Ralen—"

"You're the one I dreamed of, in prison . . . at night . . ."

Cam was fucking him back, like a horny rabbit. "Don't stop, Ralen . . . I'm yours, you bastard, I'll always be yours . . . I always have been . . . just don't stop . . ."

"This is why I did it," he grunted, his cock rejoicing in the tight, clenching ass he screwed with every ounce of strength that was in him. "Made you a cumbuck. You were so damn beautiful, beautiful and brave, the perfect fuck . . . you still are . . . unghhh . . ."

His cock, disobeying his desire to hold back that he might deliver further confessions, succumbed to the assault of pleasure and released the dams. His orgasm sent fresh spurts of cum deep into the youth's welcoming orifice. He was vaguely aware of Cam gasping beneath him, those muscular young thighs quivering as the Kheld's excited young dick ejected a thick stream of semen onto the bronzing grass.

If any watched the two men on the hill, they saw a rare sight. A Staubaun male bent over the smooth body of a younger Kheld male was not unheard of, save in the place they did it. Such a thing might be common on the Staubaun side of the river, but few Staubauns comported with their lovers on a hillside in Amallar. That had been one of the reasons Cam had chosen to live there.

"You haven't changed," Ralen grinned, rolling onto his side even as Cam did and noting the young Kheld's look of deep satisfaction. "Still the same horny rabbit."

Those sky-colored eyes slid to his, freshly sober. "I guess we'll find out. I don't think I'm a cumbuck anymore."

Ralen lost his smile, though he continued to gaze softly upon his young lover. "That doesn't change, rabbit."

"I haven't had the jitters in weeks, Ralen. Not since the young Lord in Dazunor-Rannuli." His look was fully serious, utterly truthful. "I haven't craved cum at all. Not a drop." He broke gaze and sat up, looking instead out over the river. "Not even with you, just now."

"That's—" Ralen began, then stopped, because what Cam was telling him was impossible. "But you—"

"Don't misunderstand. I enjoyed it! I love your cock, Ralen, and I love you." The blush that rose to Cam's cheek at that admission was as endearing as the sentiment in his words. Ralen watched him, transfixed. "I'd do anything to give you pleasure and I get mine doing it. It's just that . . . I know that craving. It was with me like a woman's curse . . . every few days, I'd feel it start and by every seven day I would suck any gold hair that stuck a cock in my face. Which they always did. I never had trouble with that." He glared with disdainful memory of every man who had ever approached him.

"But that craving, it doesn't go away, Cam. You saw the old Kheld men on the docks, not able to get any, the way their brains rot."

The young man nodded. He had seen that, and more. He had seen those old mouths pissed in and raped by louts. He'd also seen the mercy killings carried out by wharf patrols. "Yeah, I saw. And I listened to all the talk, too, about ways a body might get rid of it—eat this thing, or that, or bathe in Lord's piss, or what have you—and how none of it really works and there's those that die trying things nobody should ever do." He returned his gaze to Ralen, wanting to be believed. "But something got rid of it for me. I sucked your cock because I wanted to suck it, and I want you in my ass so bad because I like feeling you inside me. And if that's perverted, then so am I. But the craving . . . all that feeling like I would do anything to get a mouth or ass full of Staubaun cum . . . that's gone. And I'm glad it's gone."

So that was why he hadn't come to him sooner, in need. Ralen stared at Cam, stunned, not sure of his own feelings. As a Staubaun, he had enjoyed the benefits of his race's peculiar ability to sexually addict those it found useful for that purpose. His specific reason for abducting Cam two years ago had been so Penargos could sexually enslave the boy. It was a common enough Staubaun perversion and one he had further turned to his advantage by afterward keeping Cam for himself. It was not a chain of events of which he was particularly proud, though also not one he regretted. Yet he had never interacted sexually with any Kheld male who was not a cumbuck or about to become one. If Cam no longer craved Staubaun seed . . .

"Then why did you want my cock?" he asked, that being the most important question.

Cam looked at him in surprise. "Because it's wonderful! Because you are. I always thought you had the best one."

Which answered that. Ralen could not help but be pleased, yet he stood amazed by the impossibility from which it had sprung. He sat up on the grass. "Tell me more about this young Lord," he demanded.

Cam shook his head. "I know very little. They were very secret." He frowned at Ralen's frown. "There weren't nothing special about it. Nothing I want to talk about. I won't ask what they did to you. Don't ask what other men did to me."

But Ralen was not mollified. "I don't want to know what he did, Cam. I don't care what this man did, or what you did to him. I want to know who he is."

"Like I said, I don't know. He wouldn't tell me his name, but they generally don't, you know." He folded his knees and wrapped his arms about them.

"All right, so he didn't give you a name. Names can be false. Looks aren't. What did he look like?"

Cam shrugged. "A Staubaun, like all the others. But not really." His dark brows drew together in thought as he gazed into that memory. "He was different. Darker hair than yours, more like brass than gold. And his eyes weren't Staubaun at all. They were almost silver, like the eyes of that half-Ardaenan who repairs hulls at Eldwash."

Ralen nodded and thought, then blew out the last of the air in his lungs. "Don't tell anyone, ever, what you just told me."

The Kheld youth turned on him, all questions. "You know who he is?"

"No. Just enough to know it's better if we don't find out." He covered the lie by rising to his feet and looking up river, toward Dazunor-Rannuli. "I'd like to help you expand your operation. I still have some of my gold because I never told them where I hid it. If you'll take a partner, I'd like to be that man."

"You are that man already."

"We won't always be able to live together, the river will see to that. But I want us to have our own place, maybe a house."

Cam's eyes widened to blue pools. "A house?"

"Dazunor-Rannuli, I'm thinking." Any man who made his living legitimately on the river ended up in the Rill city one way or another. He and Cam might as well start out there. "Nothing fancy, of course, at least to start, but I expect we'll do well enough to need a place to entertain clients—and each other."

The Kheld laughed. "Are you building me a house, Ralen?"

He could hardly miss the inflection, and recalled something he'd heard about Kheld courtship practices . . . then laughed. "If that means what I think it does, rabbit, then I'll build you a fucking palace."

Judging by Cam's smile, he'd said exactly the right thing.

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