predecessors, though. Most only lasted two or three months, only one as long as six. None had made it to a year, and after experiencing Jaime’s moods, I wasn’t surprised. But that meant there should have been a good number of fellows with plenty of coin in their purses walking around Egin. I’d not met a single one, or heard anyone mention them. Some would have returned to their homes, I knew. Others would have drunk the lot in a few weeks. But such sudden wealth in a poor man—you think it would have excited a little comment. The kitchen staff couldn’t enlighten me. Most lived in the temple, and had no families outside. They came and went as I did, but the fate of the ‘bumboys’ as they insisted on calling them, was of no interest to them. I was liked, and I amused them—when I was gone, they would forget all about me. The change in personnel was too frequent for them to do anything else.
I was determined I would not be wasteful with my hard-earned money. I had a list of tools I planned to get, and other supplies, and was checking the price of a cheap horse to carry me and my possessions south. The best price was to be had at auction, which meant I would have to wait until I was released before I could buy an animal, but I was doing research as to what was a fair price to pay for a reasonable nag. As soon as two months were up, I would be off without a backwards glance.
My satisfaction with my plans was probably asking the deities to teach me a lesson, which they did in spectacular fashion. I don’t know what went wrong that night. We had prepared ourselves in the usual way, and Jaime was having his normal, skilful, passionless way with my body, in exactly the same manner as he always did—until he suddenly stopped. I hadn’t heard the god groan his completion as he usually did, and looked up to find out what was wrong. The girl in his lap was looking puzzled and had stopped moving. Minas grabbed her chin and glared at her, then made her get off the god, stuck his finger into her cunt and drew it out. What he saw this time clearly did not please him—he tried again and again, until the poor girl was crying with shame, squirming to get away from his touch. Finally, he thrust her away so that she stumbled down the steps, into the waiting arms of the priests who led her away, sobbing.
As the door closed behind her, Minas clicked his fingers. At once, the guards came to where Jaime and I were still frozen in place. What was going on? I had no time to ponder it before two guards seized me and dragged me off the platform, making me stand behind it. Jaime was also grabbed, but he was taken over to the bench where the girls were ‘prepared’, and forced to lie across it just as they did, facing the god. Another click of Minas’ fingers and black cords were produced (with suspicious ease, I later realised). Jaime’s arms were pulled forward along the table, each wrist bound to a table leg. He was forced to spread his thighs and his knees were similarly bound to a table leg apiece. He looked horribly like a sacrifice, yet his body had a strange beauty, stretched out like that against the black leather, his perfect skin looking almost as pale as my own against the bench, his chest muscles bunching against the position. His arse, so tight and beautiful, looked like it was inviting the watcher to take it, to bury themselves in it. None of the women had looked so tempting in the same position, though they were never restrained as he was now.
Jaime had warned me to keep my mouth shut, but my instinct was to protest, just as he must have known. Fortunately for me, the fierce grip of the guards on my arms reminded me to keep quiet. All I could do was watch this new development in this perverted game. I had a sick feeling of dread as I guessed what might be coming.
Minas walked down the steps, his face twisted in anger. He came to the table and dragged Jaime’s head up cruelly by the hair, looking up at the god as he
I was determined I would not be wasteful with my hard-earned money. I had a list of tools I planned to get, and other supplies, and was checking the price of a cheap horse to carry me and my possessions south. The best price was to be had at auction, which meant I would have to wait until I was released before I could buy an animal, but I was doing research as to what was a fair price to pay for a reasonable nag. As soon as two months were up, I would be off without a backwards glance.
My satisfaction with my plans was probably asking the deities to teach me a lesson, which they did in spectacular fashion. I don’t know what went wrong that night. We had prepared ourselves in the usual way, and Jaime was having his normal, skilful, passionless way with my body, in exactly the same manner as he always did—until he suddenly stopped. I hadn’t heard the god groan his completion as he usually did, and looked up to find out what was wrong. The girl in his lap was looking puzzled and had stopped moving. Minas grabbed her chin and glared at her, then made her get off the god, stuck his finger into her cunt and drew it out. What he saw this time clearly did not please him—he tried again and again, until the poor girl was crying with shame, squirming to get away from his touch. Finally, he thrust her away so that she stumbled down the steps, into the waiting arms of the priests who led her away, sobbing.
As the door closed behind her, Minas clicked his fingers. At once, the guards came to where Jaime and I were still frozen in place. What was going on? I had no time to ponder it before two guards seized me and dragged me off the platform, making me stand behind it. Jaime was also grabbed, but he was taken over to the bench where the girls were ‘prepared’, and forced to lie across it just as they did, facing the god. Another click of Minas’ fingers and black cords were produced (with suspicious ease, I later realised). Jaime’s arms were pulled forward along the table, each wrist bound to a table leg. He was forced to spread his thighs and his knees were similarly bound to a table leg apiece. He looked horribly like a sacrifice, yet his body had a strange beauty, stretched out like that against the black leather, his perfect skin looking almost as pale as my own against the bench, his chest muscles bunching against the position. His arse, so tight and beautiful, looked like it was inviting the watcher to take it, to bury themselves in it. None of the women had looked so tempting in the same position, though they were never restrained as he was now.
Jaime had warned me to keep my mouth shut, but my instinct was to protest, just as he must have known. Fortunately for me, the fierce grip of the guards on my arms reminded me to keep quiet. All I could do was watch this new development in this perverted game. I had a sick feeling of dread as I guessed what might be coming.
Minas walked down the steps, his face twisted in anger. He came to the table and dragged Jaime’s head up cruelly by the hair, looking up at the god as he
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