I lay on the ground where I had been thrown, panting for air, and looking up at a giant of a man who stood over me. He was muscular and solid with large legs and thighs like tree trunks, narrow hips covered by nothing but a hide loincloth, and above that a belly that consisted of waves of muscle and then a chest- a huge chest with big nipples rimmed by golden hair, that was joined to arms that bulged. The golden hair ran down his belly to the leather of his loincloth and spread over his legs.
He laughed down at me and poked his sharply pointed sword at my manhood. I reached to protect myself but the flat of the sword slapped my hand free and with a twist of his wrist he had sliced open the fine fabric of my pants and my manhood was exposed.
He smiled down at me and tapped at my stiffening cock with his sword, and I moaned. Then he sliced and flicked away the rest of my pants, then began to work on my fine linen shirt and in mere moments I lay there naked beneath him.
I wondered wildly, 'how, how have I come to this?'
I had been minding my own business, resting in my tent, reclining on a pile of rugs and pillows as my men repacked the wagons. We had passed through a heavy storm the day before and water had penetrated through some of the skins and waxed linen wrappings that covered the more valuable items in my load of merchandise.
This was my first trading trip alone, and we had crossed the plains in very good time and were about to make our way into the foothills. The dangerous part of our journey was over and we had not been troubled by bandits. I was feeling pleased and relaxed, and as I listened to the low sound of the men talking and working outside, I was stroking myself thinking of the fleshpots of Tamarind that we would reach in another two days.
"Ahh," I sighed, as thoughts of nubile young men and women filled my head.
On previous visits to the city my time in the brothels had been limited by the presence of my father and his need to always hurry. He was a very serious man who thought of nothing but business and spent all his time trading or cultivating useful contacts. We barely stopped in Tamarind a night when he was in charge.
I knew that I would never be like that. "No,' I sighed, there was more to life than business, and I planned on spending at least two days in that wonderful city of pleasure, perhaps more, and I remembered a particularly beautiful. . .
There was a thud against the wall of my tent, and I frowned, distracted from my happy fantasy. Then there was a yelp, and I was suddenly alert and annoyed. My men were well disciplined and if there was a fight I would deal harshly with the men involved. And now my mood was spoiled, I called my foreman in.
"Marco," I called.
I expected an instant response from him, but nothing happened. I waited and, "Marco" I shouted angrily and loudly.
Still nothing. Suddenly my tent felt like a trap that blinded me to what was happening, and I was worried. I lay there undecided. No one had bothered me yet so perhaps if I just stayed quiet . . . . . . . But no, that was a truly unworthy thought. So I stood up and crept quietly to the tent's entrance and turned the fabric aside just enough to look out.
Everything outside seemed normal, except that there was no one about. Wagons stood half loaded, horses grazed on their tethers. All was quiet. It was most odd.
I tiptoed back to where my sword hung from teh central pole and drew it quietly, then returned to the entrance.
