The wind roaring above them, throwing up sand as high as a castle wall, covering the world in darkness in the middle of the day. Dany closed his eyes and buried himself deeper under the cover they had made for themselves. Seven kissed his lips. Soft and wet, but kind and caring. The young thief was hardly bigger than Dany but held him in his arms. His flat chest providing safety and comfort like they had done in the dungeons. The storm raged on.
It had been five days since they escaped the prisons of Mamafé with the Captain. The man had known which route to take in the desert, avoiding the common roads and trade routes. The old brute had shared his water and his food with the boys, repenting for all his time following orders of a King who never once cared for him.
The fever had come out of nowhere on the third day. And with no fresh water, no fruits or vegetables, no ointments or remedies, nearby, it took the big muscular man within hours.
They had buried his body in a dune where the sane wouldn't slip away and uncover him and no animals could find him.
They had been on their own without provisions ever since, wandering aimlessly through the sand, Dany on a blanket, pulled by Seven, drinking what little moist was left in their cocks.
"Is this the end?" Dany whispered as the sand rose above them, covering them entirely.
Seven, never the talker, kisses him as the last part of the sky turned black.
Only minutes passed before Dany bursts through an enormous layer of dirt and gasped for air. In the distance he saw big tunnels of sand twirling in the sky. The storm had passed.
As if lost at sea, Dany swam through the sand. "Seven?! SEVEN!!" He screamed, his voice still hoarse.
He dove back down and grasped through the earth, solidifying by the second. His panick grew. He dug deeper and hit a piece of cloth. Without hesitance he grabbed his strongly and pulled it up.
"AARRGHH" Dany groaned, with nothing but his back to hoist, he pulled Seven up to the air. Even now, still and his eyes closed, it was the most beautiful boy Dany had ever seen.
"Please wake up. Please don't leave me," Dany begged, slapping Seven's jaw.
The boy burst into coughing, throwing up a hill's worth of sand, before falling to his hands. He kept on coughing loudly, but at least he was alive.
The young men hugged each other, knowing that death would not be far, but at least they'd die together. And at least they'd be free.
Without a hint of slowing down, Seven rolled Dany onto the carpet and started pulling. It was mostly tough uphill. Sometimes, they used it as a sled on their way down. Even so, Dany was grateful to Seven for never complaining let alone leaving him behind to save himself.
Night had fallen and coolness returned when Seven finally crashed into a dune. He gestured he could no longer walk and that was fine by Dany. A big hill was as good a shelter as any in this harsh environment.
Seven untied his clothes and exposed his cock. Without objection Dany started sucking it. In the desert, it is less of a sexual act as it is a lifeline. Thirsty he threw back his neck and pushed it back down Seven's growing cock. His helper moaned softly. Dany was happy he could at least do this for him.
Dany's throat was dry but what little slime he produced he immediately licked up, not wasting a drop. The friction of the dryness only seemed to help. Seven tensed up after only a few blows and groaned loudly. Yet his cock only produced a few drops of cum.
Dany scooped it up and crawled up the hill to Seven's mouth. They kissed and shared what little moist Seven had produced. Before their kiss turned emotional and they made out for it could be their last night in this world.
It was when they were lost in the secret closeness boys can feel, that they heard the unmistakable sound of camels. And laughter. And... water.
Seven broke off the kiss and raced up the hill. Dany crawled up after him as fast as he could. He had gained enormous strengths in his forearms and if it didn't peel the skin off his legs, he could've moved all on his own through the wasteland.
When he reached the top he saw the unthinkable. In the distance, a tent camp was set up. A big fire lit up the night sky and men danced around it, seemingly naked. Dany and Seven looked at each other. Friend or foes, it did not matter, they had to try.
As fast as Seven could pull, the two ran towards the light. Only when they came in shouting distance, one of the men noticed them. They only briefly grabbed their swords before recognizing they were two young lads, one of whom was crippled.
Within minutes the boys were wrapped in blankets and given water and goat milk. There was a buffet of food, with roasted snakes, limes, fried rats and everything else you can find in the desert. They even had wine, though the medicine man discouraged them from taking any of it, for it would upset their stomachs. Still, the boys were saved and happily so.
Seven shivered despite the blanket and the men encouraged them to go into the tent. The one who had spotted them, a big, muscled bearded man, despite being of the same age as them, took Dany on his naked back and carried him in along with Seven.
The tent was like a castle to them, with chairs and beds and even a place to sit on the floor in the middle. Dany looked around in wonder until he saw in the biggest bed of all, a male body slam into a female one. He recognized it in an instant. The big broad shoulders, the hairy ass, those perfect long round balls. Bo.
Underneath him the Princess was moaning and rubbing her breasts, nearing an orgasm. Bo moaned too and bursted his seed in and out of her pussy as he continued fucking her.
Dany's heart sank to the bottom of his stomach. How... how could he be here, bedding the princess, while Dany had suffered all this time?
"Chief, look what we found," their rescuer beside them yelled as Bo groaned and pulled out of his woman and turned to them, a twinkle in his eye when he spotted Dany.
"Fresh meat. Did you already feast on them, Calor?" He grinned.
Calor laughed. "They need to rest first. But if any or both want to rest with me, I won't protest."
"Your balls must hate that patience of yours," Bo continued as he walked over to them, his own cock and balls slinging, still wet from juice and cum. Dany wanted to lick it off, despite everything.
Bo towered over them, a force to be reckoned with.
"Leave us, take the able one with you," Bo commanded. Calor nodded and took Seven by his wrist. Seven and Dany exchanged a look. Dany nodded, it was fine, he was save with Bo. What more could this brute do to him?
Seven smiled. It had been long since either of them had been bedded by someone they actually liked. The Captain had refused in his guilt trip. Seven deserved this enjoyment.
"That includes you," Bo bouldered through the tent. Behind him, the Princess rolled her eyes and got up. Leaving the two former lovers alone once more.
