This is a fantasy story set in a fictitious land and in a time of medieval sorcery. All characters depicted are 18+. Although this story is in a time where safe sex is not heard of I would always recommend the practise of safe sex.
CHAPTER 2 -- The wrong boy
Gulwan gingerly opens the heavy wooden door to the play room and looks round for Soltan. He muses at the name play room, really it's a torture chamber full of various types of devices all used for inflicting pain. It's Soltan that calls it the play room, it's where he has his most fun abusing and torturing innocent young men. There is no reason for him to do it, no secrets to be had, it's purely here to pander the mans sadistic nature. It's high up in one of the castles turrets and offers a spectacular view of the county he is lord over.
Gulwan is a short stout man, his face and body disfigured from disease. He walks clumsily with a club foot and a hump back. The nerves on one side of his face are completely dead causing it to look as though it is melting, the one eye pointing left all the time. His hair is thin and wiry revealing his scalp underneath.
He looks around the large room, Soltan is nowhere to be seen but he does see a boy chained naked to the floor. His arms and feet have shackles and are chained to a large ring set in the stone floor, his mouth gagged with a large ball gag. He is skinny, underfed, his eye's withdrawn and tired. He has deep scars over his torso from multiple whippings. Gulwan shuffles over to him and gets down to his level, the boy cringes and tries to get away. Gulwan grabs his hair and pulls his head towards him, he smiles revealing his black crooked teeth. His breath stinks and causes the boy to muffle out a cry. Gulwan sticks out his ulcer covered tongue and tries to stick it in the boy's ear, the boy pulls away, Gulwan tries again this time the boy is as far as he can go without falling over but as Gulwns tongue enters the boy's ear he jerks his head away causing him to fall over onto his side revealing his ass. The boy tries in vain to get back up but Gulwan holds him down. With a fat wart covered finger he runs it over the boys hole, the boy struggles. He rams it in hard and the boy screams into his gag.
WHACK!
Gulwan screams as a bullwhip strikes him across his arms.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!" a voice booms.
Gulwan looks up rubbing his stinging arms. It's Soltan, a huge bear of a man towering over him, standing legs apart in his thick leather battle pants. His chest is bare and covered in a thick carpet of black hair, his face thickset, square and unshaven, his head shaved. He looks down on Gulwan disapprovingly.
"I'm sorry brother but this one is so nice, please can I have him?"
"What happened to your last one?"
Gulwan mumbles,
"What? Speak up I can't hear you!"
"I got carried away and suffocated him," he says looking ashamedly at the floor.
"For gods sake little brother you really must control yourself, I'm struggling to find boy's to keep me satisfied let alone supply you."
"Sorry,"
"Look, ok, if I let you have him do you promise to look after him this time?"
The boy starts screaming and shaking his head, terror racing through his veins.
Gulwan jumps up with joy, "Oh yes, thank you, I promise, I promise." He leans over the boy and strokes his hair. "Oh we will have such fun," he says to him. The boy is sobbing uncontrollably.
"What are you doing here anyway?, you know you're not suppose to come in here." Soltan asks.
"Phabian is in the great hall and has returned with the boy,"
"What? Well don't just stand there send them up." he booms. Gulwan shuffles to the door, "Oh and send for Gloon too we need to make sure."
Gulwan leaves and Soltan removes the ball gag from the boy.
"Please don't make me go with him!" he sobs, "I'll do anything you want, I don't want to diiiieeee," he trails off in to a deep sob.
Soltan unties him and sharply lifts him up, "Too late, I already promised, anyway, I've gotten rather bored with you lately."
The boy is crying uncontrollably as Soltan leads him over to some cells. He opens the door and throws the boy inside. The boy stumbles and collapses on the floor and another boy already in the cell comes running over and helps him up. The other boy almost as skinny but not as scarred wraps his arms around him to comfort him.
"Awww, that's so sweet, what a shame I'll breaking you two love birds up." he slams the cell door shut.
Just then the main door opens and a very large man wearing battle amour walks in hold in a boy by the arm.
"Ahh, Phabian, I see you have him, well done."
"Yes sir, we almost lost him but we caught up with him in the village," Phabian grunts.
Phabian is Soltan's general and has been in his employ for longer than he can remember. He is a huge bulk of a man, his muscles shadow that of Soltan and stands a good 2 inches taller. Just his presence alone is extremely intimidating let alone his stoney face that hides a tornado of emotions.
Soltan examines the boy, around 5'6" slim, long black hair and dark eyes. Everything fits the description he was given. The boy is dressed in grey linen britches and a grey linen tunic, his feet are bare.
"Remove your clothes boy," Soltan orders.
