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The passion of a fallen empire a fantasy-erotica Vasi and his board. It was early morning, and Vasi sat alone, on the terrace of his home, a small building on the edge of the town. It was a cool morning, and he was still recovering from the hangover he had developed two days prior, drinking cheap cups of high-proof grain alcohol with Aliesi, his confidant and closest friend in the world, and dreaming drunkenly of a night of passion which due to Aliesis own weak constitution did not arrive. What arrived was a drunken Aliesi, heaving his guts into the river which flowed through the town. Vasi casually rearranged the small carved green and blue and gold and red pieces, carved from dyed glass, on the spider-web grid carved into the top of a small mahogany table. A small piece of carved ivory, the kings piece, sat in the centre he had chosen it at random, and that marked the game as a kings game, rather than a knights game or an archers game or a game of the moon and stars. He had played Aliesi at this game, Alea-star-grid, many times, and he always lost. A small pipe, containing the ashes of a small rock of hasish, shipped across the sea in a great cargo on a bareaqua trading ship from the land of Sevon, in the far south, where climates were warmer and grass didnt grow, but fields of potent hemp and poppies and vines of grapes did, and beside it a small wood brand, still smouldering at the end in its holder and a snuff-box with small fragments of the potent drug mixed in with the leaves of a local shrub, the richly spiced Rosespiceleaf. He wanted to pick it up and smoke it, but the embers were long since burnt out, and it was an expensive commodity. Vasi was rich, and one of the richest men in the town, but he could not afford to waste good hashish. People killed for hasish, on the land and on the seas, and died for it also Vasi could not bear to waste the precious foreign substance to nurse such a minor hangover. He felt tired, but also ready to face the day ahead. He was never happy to miss a night with his partner Aliesi, but he could always sleep alone, in the soft white bed that lay just past the door of his white-stone house, a cool breeze blowing through the rafters above, the light of morning flowing through the open paper-screen wood-framed window that sat just above the comfortable white bed. Vasi toyed with the small carved game pieces, himself playing the gold and green, Aliesi spirtia, the image of Aliesi as he would play, under Vasis hand the blue and red. Vasi would master himself at this game one day, but not soon. He drank from a glass of water, blown white glass, barely tainted with a drop of dirt, before leaving the Alea-star-grid and standing up, walking over to his bed. He pulled off his shirt, long, with a silk sash down one side, and his long wide-legged trousers made from simple cloth, dyed a dark shade of indigo-black, leaving himself in the nude, and lay down under the thick cloth sheets and woollen blankets that lay upon his simple cloth matress. He fell asleep, and in his dreams Aliesi came to him, his hair not its usual short soldiers dyed black, but blonde, the natural blonde he had worn when they knew each other so many years before. His shirt was torn, and Vasi was surprised in no way to see him pull it off when he saw Vasi walking towards him across the fields. Vasi and Aliesi, when they met, had been mere youths, sober and eager to find lifes blessing. Vasi walked over to him, trying to run but finding that he could only walk, as Aliesi sat there, shirtless, in the sun in the fields outside town as he remembered the town in his dreams. He felt like he did the first night they had sat together and drunk wine, strong wine, locally grown and cheap and purchased with funds they had borrowed from Aliesis father. They had been young, perhaps a bit too young, but they had made their vague fumblings, clean and fresh with the salted water of the bath-house that sat in the hills above the town, above a natural spring. Aliesi had been fun, and had driven himself deep into Vasi, taking his virginity in the most passionate of ways. They had enjoyed themselves, taking it in turns over a few hours, and smoking on a pipe of stolen hashish. They had tried to be kind, and had chosen what they suspected to be the cheaper supply, from Vasis fathers cache. It was stronger than they expected, and they had eventually fallen asleep together, naked, in each others arms, in the fields outside the town. In his dreams Vasi named the town many things, and tonight he was dreaming about the first time he met Aliesi, the first time he had felt his hard body, his soft, perfectly formed ass, his perfect, pale thighs, his hair, blonde in the morning sun, as it had been when they first met. Vasi loved Aliesi still, and had rarely thought of another man, but when Aliesi was away, with the local band of archers with whom he worked as an expert marksman, he sometimes turned to his friends. The town, Seveoston, was twenty miles inland, and their local Baro, Alienitei, ruled with a kind word and a silver coin in his palm. He paid Aliesi well, and expected him to work with the other two hundred archers in his division on long range scouting exercises, to keep them in practise should they need to defend the territory in time of war. Vasi sometimes took some pleasure in meeting with Esidi, and Jodi, two young men who worked in the taverns. But his heart was always with Aliesi, and his short-cut hair, dyed the black of a soldier of the land he lived in, the great and faded empire of Edon. They were glorious once, spanning half a continent a small continent, not a large one, but a continent regardless. The collapse had started over eight hundred years ago, as the provinces and republics of the great empire had begun their infighting, and the great aristocratic families had begun to feud and separate, and the alliances had soured, until the day in which Vasi dreamed of Aliesi, in the fields where the two men, young then and now only slightly older, had first made their passionate, hasish fuelled love. Few men in the world regarded the old empire of Edon in this day and age, as the fleets sailed the seas and the armies of the many nations and states fought their wars, but Alienitei, Baro of Seveston region, still flew the banner of the moon and tigers paw above his palace, in the mountains above the town, and all men of the villages and towns of his domain were classed as citizens. As such, there was a great need for a large defensive force, here in this tiny outpost of Edon by the coast, and Aliesi served as a footsoldier and bowman in this army, ranging the fields and roaming the coast in the summer, and making love to his lover Vasi in the winter. The ancient rites of the empire of Edon, now faded, were strong in the soul of the Baro of the former region, of the Lord-Baro of the province, and an easy truce was maintained with the bordering nation-state of Elios, and the free but partially disputed territory of Verionait to the west. The Lord-Baro of the province engaged in frequent trades with the many towns and cities of Verionait, keeping his little province-outpost of Evia-Seveston rich and powerful, sitting by the coast among the last territories of a dying empire that, at this late stage, few thought would be reborn. Vasis dreams, fuelled by the powerful and well-aged hashish and his own fertile and rich sexual history with his passionate lover Aliesi, continued throughout the night, his hands on his hips, Aliesis fingers carefully pressing down on Vasis form, softer now as he dreamt of himself in his slightly older age, Alesi with the black-dyed hair of a soldier, Alesis hard cock driving deep into Vasis tight ass, Alesis hands toying with Vasis dark-furred balls and jacking off his hot manly cock. This dream, like all dreams of Alesi, the beautiful marksman soldier who Vasi had taken for his own in his slightly-too-youthful-youth, before any of the young men of the village, or young girls of the village who neither of the two young men found particularly fascinating, had any particular careers or dreams, brought him back to that first night of passionate hashish-fueled love. As did the warm light of mid-day, flowing through the window and onto his face, warming his body in the late summer, and the warm fresh breeze that blew in across the sea. The Alia-star-grid table lay as it had the night before, the pieces of red and gold and green and blue sitting like little carved gems on the hard black lacquered mahogany surface, the ivory-carved kings piece sitting in the centre, the Self-spiria pieces arranged prepared to take the opposive-spiritia pieces within three moves. He lit up a pipe of the potent strong hasish and finished off the game he had played solo the night before, and sat back in the comfortable chair on his covered terrace, wondering if Aliesi would be awake and sober enough to meet him. The day was long and languid for Aliesi, as he sat in the parlour of the small drinking-house, built of stone and wood, but with tall paper windows on four sides, and the long pole-arms beside the door belaying the ancient traditions of the province of Eva-Sedeston, almost as old as the stones of the mountains and hills above the town, against which all stood and crumbled to dust, according to the mythology behind the ancient but still steel-blue and perfectly sharp and serviceable weapons. Very few people knew, but the owner of the establishment held not only a large stock of wine and grain alcohol, but also a stock of coffee from the ancient colony of Reriasi, across the seas to the south. Reriasi, while not holding to the old traditions of Edon, kept much of the way of the old empire about it, and also maintained strong trade links with many former states. Aliesi knew this, however, and he was drinking on a tall hot cup of the strong tar-black coffee, laced with honey and sugar, and huge amounts of mint, enough to make it taste palatable. He hoped to meet Vasi later that day, and was waiting on a small cache of hasish, which the bartender had taken an order for a few weeks prior. It had arrived, he knew, and one of the girls working at the drinking house was just preparing it, crushing some of the large potent half-ounce block and mixing it with a collection of forest leaves, which she promised for a few more coins would give it a rich and smoky taste, as well as a more potent effect. He sipped at his coffee, hoping that Vasi would arrive soon. The serving girl arrived, carrying a small silver dish containing a pipe, and a burning brand. The pipe was loaded, and the brand was made of a thick ebony-char wood, which would burn safely for hours. She placed a small box beside the dish, containing small fragments of the rest of the potent opium-loaded hasish. I hope it meets your tastes, Aliesi the archer, she said, smiling, her shirt made from rough fabric, tight and low-cut. Theres no need for a tip this time, but if you wouldnt mind visiting again. The establishments proprietor is trying to gain contracts with the lord to service your division, should there be another conflict with one of the free cities to the west. It was before our time, the last one, but my old grandmother remembered it well, before you passed away. All those corpses, she remembered, in the fields outside town. She flicked her short-cut black hair behind her ear, exposing a light coffee-and-cream freckled face, dark eyebrows and eyes purest blue, with a flaw in the ring of her perfect right retina, and a light blue ring visible around her pupils, pin-like and small, due to the small pipe of hashish Aliesi had not cared to complain about her stealing for herself. He didnt know her name, but he remembered her face. In a town as small as Sedenston, you got to know almost everyone, and he thought he would find out more about her in the time it would take for Vasi to arrive. He took the pipe and lit it, carefully, with the burning ebony-char wood brand. The taste was rich, with a hint of spice and a strong taste of the oranges that grew in the deep-woods and in the hills above town, a recent import from the lands across the sea to the south. They had been planted across the old empire of Edon, two hundred years past. He inhaled, held the smoke until his lungs burned the archers of his company always did for the first pipe from a new batch and blew it out gently, watching it coil in the air before him. I know your face so well, he said, as he fell into a waking sleep, But Ive yet to learn your name. Im sure Ive seen you about the place. Ive been away so much recently, scouting with friends. Where do I know you from? Ive recently moved back to Sedenston, from Redis, a fishing village by the coast. My names Jeka, and I try to visit every few years. The pyre within the shrine to Seve in the town was lit in a ceremony at the moment of my birth, you see, and I would always visit as a child to gain luck. I recently took a job working here, in this little drinking-house. Thank you, Jeka, that sounds fascinating, Aliesi replied, feeling relaxed. His pipe still alight, he took a few more deep drags on the strong hashish, before settling back into his chair. Jeka seemed an interesting girl, he thought. Id love to get to know you a bit better, if you have time. A few of the guys about town mentioned youre seeing a guy called Vasi, but you seem fascinating. Yes, Vasi, Aliesi thought. He loved him, and Jeka could do better than him. Or, no, thats not what he meant. He could do better than her. He could do Vasi, he meant. These leaves were strong, he thought, or the hashish was stronger than he expected. He wanted to do things with Vasi, he thought. Id love to, and Im sure Vasi would also, Jeka, he said. We should order some drinks. Hell be arriving soon, I suppose, if he can make it. I was going to wait for an hour and have some more coffee. Hes gorgeous, you know? Gorgeous. Beautiful gorgeous little guy, inherited a lot when his father passed away and his mother left town. She could bear to be here, but she had family up in the hills, in a little village south of the lord-baros estate, and she thought shed move in with them. She left Vasi with most of what they owned, and left with his sister. Such a young child, with such a rare shock of blonde hair. Jeka looked distant for a minute, before helping herself to a sip of Aliesis coffee. She loved his dark skin, and the pure black dye that showed only a few hints of the brown roots of his short-cut hair, the dye of a soldier of old Edon. She wanted to get to know him better, but she was awkward about the matter. He smoked at his pipe, and continued to talk, describing his friendship with Vasi, and how they had met and first made love so many years ago on the grass, in the fields outside Sedonston. Sounds fascinating, Jeka said, looking down, slightly awkwardly. She had yet to find any real new romance in her hold hometown of Sedenston, but she frequently visited the shrine to Seve, and lit small fires in the small prayer bowl which would occasionally hold a few coins, but more frequently nothing but the dust and dirt that the wind blew in. Aliesi lit another pipe, but his lungs couldnt take much more, and neither could his tired head, so he passed to Jeka, and said she could have it. Shed already had some, secretly, but she could take some more, so she smoked the pipe relaxedly. Her shirt was tightly cut, and she could tell Aliesi had some interest in her, but she could not tear him away from Vasi. If he was interested maybe she could get to know him, but they looked so happy together. She rubbed an old bruise on her leg, and thought back to her youth. She had had a strange life, and she was just glad to be away from it. They spoke together for a while, exchanging personal details and history of their lives. Aliesi described his many fine scouting operations, in the fields and woods and coasts of the province of Eva-Sedenston, with his many friends in his two-hundred strong division, part of the three thousand archery company that served under the lord-baro of the province, which still considered itself part of the ancient empire. They also held a full five hundred armoured swordsmen, fighting in leather armour with metal scale-plate over the chest, and light chain, and a thousand cavalry archers. It was not an impressive force, but in time of war there were many local militias that could be called upon to do the dirty work of war. Jeka was very vague about her past, but she described her happy times with friends in the town of Sedenston, in childhood, and her life in the village of Redis by the sea. It sounded a beautiful village, with its small dock and its small fleet of fishing boats, and the occasional trading ship that would pass by and send a friendly signal to the land. Aliesi could tell she was keeping something from him, but she didnt seem to want to share, and he was too sensitive and too drowsy from the strong hashish to ask. Vera would arrive soon, yes, soon, he thought to himself, as he spoke to the young girl who had returned to the town. He ordered her a coffee from the private stock that very few knew of, just a small cup, and they drank together, as they waited for Vasi to arrive. Is that him? Jeka asked, looking over to the open door of the drinking-parlour, where Vasi, dressed in a simple white silk shirt, and a pair of thick cloth trousers with an accentuated blue sash tied around his waist, was carefully pushing his way through the beaded curtain that kept and seperated the inside of the establishment from the outside. Aliesi was overjoyed to see his lover and partner. Thats him, yes, he said, sedately, the warmth of the hashish filling him with relaxation, as his lovers appearance did also. Vasi! he shouted, Come, sit here with me and Jeka. Ive just met her shes been away from town for a while, living by the sea. She seems nice, Vasi said, demurely, sitting in a comfortable basket-weave chair in the corner. I so hoped to play a game of star-grid with you last night, but you were obviously busy. I was busy nursing a hangover, as you were yourself, Vasi, Aliesi replied. We had so much passionate sex last week. I hope we can get some more private time, soon enough. Id love to. Ive had so little to do, recently. I just spend my time smoking and thinking of you. Your friend seems to be enjoying her coffee. Shes a nice girl, Vasi, Aliesi said, Weve been talking for a while. I know shes not your type, but you must notice the fine cut of her shirt, and her perfect skin. Yes, Aliesi, she certainly is as an angel fallen from heaven, I notice in your eyes, Vasi replied. I wonder why they dont look over at me more often. Aliesi, Vasi, and Jeka spoke for a while, over cups of strong wine and liquor, and coffee, and pipes of hashish imported across the sea from Meriakha. Eventually, as the warmth of late afternoon gave way to the cool of evening, Aliesis passion turned from his conversations with Vasi and Jeka to the more masculine passion of Vasis fine, lightly muscled and pale form. He could tell Vasi was thinking the same thing, and while hed have loved to take him home with Jeka, to his small quarters on the edge of town, he thought that he might take him to bed there and then, to the small bedroom that he knew was available above the drinking establishment, which he could easily afford to pay for in the morning. He thought back to the many nights of passion they had spent together, and so he pulled him in close and kissed him, and invited him upstairs. Vasi drunkenly stood up a bit too drunk, he thought to himself, as he had been invited to meet with the Baro a few days later, in one of the small offices that he kept for his staff in the center of Sedenston. Aliesi dragged him close to himself, nearly overturning the table but managing to keep the remaining bottles, and the small pipe from which they had been sharing their strong hashish, in place, spilling nothing. They climbed the simple wood stairs together, Aliesi the archer the stronger and more dominant of the two, in their drunkenness as in all things in their life and relationship. As they reached the top of the stairs, Aliesi invited Jeka to join him and she thought that she might like to. She laughed, and quickly followed them upstairs, as they collapsed together on the soft and well-upholstered white and brass bed. Vasi pulled Aliesis shirt off, exposing his lightly haired chest, and pulled the sash from around his waist, which he used to tie Aliesis arms to the bed as he removed his own silk shirt and pants, leaving himself entirely in the mood for hot passionate sex, as he began to play with Aliesis hard manly cock. Vasi would not usually spend much time around women, as he was passionately homosexual, but for Aliesi, and in his drunken state, he didnt mind Jeka sitting there, laughing slightly under her breath at the passionate and manly sex the two young passionate lovers were having together and drinking from her coffee, and the remains of the bottle of liquor that she had brought upstairs with her. Vasi rammed his hard cock up Aliesis ass, and gently stroked his chest with his fingers, as he drunkenly pressed him down hard against the bed. The white sheets and soft woollen blankets which covered the soft mattress of the bed were tangled around their legs, as Jeka looked on and watched the two young men make passionate love to each other on the bed, until eventually they were both finished, as were her cup of coffee and her bottle of liquor, and they fell asleep drunkenly together. She didnt want to wake them up, so she left the bottle and walked downstairs to get back to work. Vasi was called to meet the Baro at the appointed time a few days later, dressed in his long grey-and-blue patterned silk robe over a pair of sturdy cloth trousers and a shirt, and wearing around his neck a small pendant, and rings of gold and silver on his hands. He was surprised that he seemed so young and fresh faced he had not seen the man in years, as he rarely left his estate in the hills to the north of the town, but he had hardly aged. He knew the man to be a fine player of the game of Star-Grid which he had been practicing at with Aliesi so frequently of late. He seemed excited, but also slightly worried, and so Vasi enquired as to what was the issue. He had obviously called him to this meeting for a reason, and he wondered what that reason was, at such short notice. The baro explained that he had been drinking very little recently, due to some pressing affairs of state, but on the advice of the lord baro of the former province of Sedenston, he had been eating the leaves and berries of some very potent forest plants, and the strong stimulant brew that the people of old the old Edoni empire had made from the mushrooms and leaves of the forest. Its tragic to tell you this, Vasi, but your friend Aliesi will be called away on his duties very soon. Theres trouble brewing on the northern border, and we need his courage and stamina. Weve received word from some of the towns to the west, that frontrunners and soldiers from the northern expanse have been seen in the fields and hills, and even some have ventured into town on horseback. None of them have dared respond they just fed them and watered them, and sent them on their way. Id love to play you again, and I hope you can understand, The Baro said, drinking from a small porcelain cup of coffee. Vasi felt worried, and unsettled they never came this close to the province, and they never had in his lifetime sent what could amount to a raiding party, if not an outright invasionary motion. He wondered, as, he could easily tell, did the Baro he had tried to hire him as a clerk in the past, and he knew he would again in future. As he watched the Baros face, and saw the worry in his eyes, he thought, at that exact moment, exactly what the Baro was thinking. They never came in numbers, never in two generations, but when they did, nothing could stop the advance of the bandit warlords of the north. Johni the prisoner It had been months so far, in this cold cellar, for Johni. He was aboard a ship when they captured him, en-route to a port in the far seas, on the great island-continent-chain of Al-thair, to pick up a cargo of rare spices and precious jewels to return to his home port of Aliston, by the sea on an island off the coast of the Regial republic, part of the old Edon empire. He was waiting for some food, although the strong hashish they had brought for him, which was made with local opium and hemp resin from far across the seas, in the land of Meriakha. He had been prisoner in this small but comfortable room, a chain connecting his leg to the corner of the bed, his clothes taken from him, wearing nothing but a pair of tight underwear that seemed more designed for a young woman than a man, for over a year. He missed his freedom, but the young men who would visit him were beautiful. He hadnt been a military man, but these citizens of wherever he was he hadnt known at the time that he had been captured, the military vessels behind him destroyed by cannon-fire, the merchant ship held ransom and towed to this hidden island, the navigators captured and held gagged so that he could know god knows where. He was a young man, and had passed his eighteenth year on ship a few months before being taken captive. His body, pale compared to the light year-round tan of the people of this land, this strange land, this cell-like chamber where he lived, was tight, and more lean now than it had been before, although they fed him well. He had a name once, that he used, but they never let him use it. They just used him, like a beautiful little sex object. The language they spoke was strange, but he was learning it easily enough, and most of the hot, hard, dark bodied young men who made passionate love to him he their captive, they his dominant sexual masters spoke the old trade-speak of the empire of Edon. He was hard just thinking about them, and after a few weeks they trusted him with his own supply of the potent yellow-green hashish that he would smoke when he was alone. He resented them for the first few weeks, but then he began to love them, the hot way their hand would press down against his shoulders while they rammed his tight pale freckled ass, his hair, cut short but with a long slash covering one eye, the object of their admiration. They shaved his chest, his armpits, and essentially all of his hair. He was loving his new life, the prisoner of this beautiful sexual culture. Other captives had been sold off to trading vessels, ransomed or kept captive as servants, but Johni was different. They had measured him, and found him worthy. He was their captive, and his life, before devoid of meaning upon the waves, was now sex, and sexual subjugation beneath a foreign force of might. He wondered, sometimes, where exactly he was, where this mysterious foreign port, with its cold rainy nights and its hot humid days, was. He didnt really care what he cared about was the hot passionate sex that the young, hot men of whatever this place was would give him, in both holes, every night and every day. Johni was hot, and passionate, and turned on by his life in this cellar-room, with its comfortable rough-sheeted bed, and the small fire they lit in the hearth some nights, when it got too cold for him to sleep. There was a time where he wore clothes, and now he did not. He lived here, chained to the hard iron bed with its comfortable mattress and its many hot young men, visiting him for passionate sexual adventures. One day, while smoking a long pipe of strong hashish, and drinking the weak wine that they served him with a hot young man named Adzi, who sat there shirtless, Johni himself in a pair of tight white shorts, torn open up the back. They had been smoking hashish together and making passionate love, Adzis fingers sliding up Johnis asshole, his fingers coated in the oil of black olives, his hard cock making him moan for more. Johni had been kissing him passionately, his tongue licking Adzis, his hands pressing him down, the black leather collar tied around his neck locked in place, pinning him to the comfortable rough-sheeted bed. Johni was in love with Adzi, and didnt need clothes to be happy. He didnt need to be free to be happy. He just needed the strong hash of this strange island-port, wherever it might be. He would learn in time, he knew, and in the mean-time he had plenty of time to relax. His fantasies had always involved forced servitude, and bondage, and he wondered how they knew that, or if they knew that, when they led him down to this cellar. He wondered if they had drugged him, as he left the boat on the docks, but he wasnt sure. Maybe he had just been drunk, as he had been drinking some of the strong wine they had kept on ship with a beautiful marine soldier named Saemer, and smoking from a pipe of the weak but cheap hash that he would smoke, working as a merchant sailor aboard ship. But he had certainly woken up entirely naked, chained to this black cast-iron bed, a hot beautiful golden-skinned man wearing no shirt and a pair of rough red-cloth trousers sitting next to him, his hand on his chest. He had looked up, slightly surprised, and then laid his head back, dreaming while awake of Adzis hot, masculine hands on his pale, freckled chest. He wondered what had happened the night before, but from the sore feeling of his tight, pale ass, and the light stubble where his wiry red pubes had been, he knew it had been hot as could be. He wondered about the fate of his friends, his compatriots aboard ship, but in that instant, as Adzis hands pushed him down, as his fingers stroked the base of his hard pale cock, as his soft, exotic, accented voice spoke to him, passionately, in old Edoni trade-speak, he didnt care. All he cared about was sex, and he knew he was in love. They drank wine together, and spoke for hours about Johnis past life, as Adzi gently played with his balls and stroked the base of his cock, and he told him of his long life, his childhood in Aliston, and his old homeland, before he had started work as a merchant sailor, in the service of the Regial republic. Adzi had told him little about his life, and even within a year in his comfortable sex-bed he had learned very little about his lovers, his captors, his new home in this cellar beneath the black-and-grey stone fortress where he now lived. He would spend his days smoking hashish from the small but plentiful supply they gave him, and drinking the weak but palatable wine that they gave him day by day. While he was alone he would think of sex, and wonder what strange substance they were lacing the strong hashish with to drive him to fantasise and jack off so passionately while alone, but he didnt care. They would let him out eventually, he knew, but he didnt care. Sometimes, when he was alone, he would wonder if they would let him leave, if they would let him wear clothes, but he didnt mind. They fed him enough, just enough to keep him healthy. It wasnt, he assumed, because they had any issue with food supplies they just wanted to keep him cute and small, and entertain his fetish. Saemer would visit on occasion, and pin him down, roughly ramming his tight pale freckled ass, spreading him with his rough dark-skinned hands, his fingers stroking his balls. Johni spent most of his time chained to the cast-iron bed in his cellar. He liked his captivity, and he enjoyed the sexual passion of his captors - the long wild sex-sessions they would engage him, as he was tied by a rough chain to the bed. He liked the bed, and the tight black underwear, cut for a woman, that they gave him to wear sometimes, when he complained it was too cold. The girls of the fortress, serving maids, would visit him on occasion, leaving him embarrassed in his naked form he was a homosexual sailor, and he would blush to his cheeks as they flirtatiously delivered him food and drink. The food was good, roast meat and rice, and sauce made from an odd spice that grew in the lands around Althair, strong and bitter, and wine that was slightly watery and slightly tasteless. He loved his life, and was having fun. Adzi would joke about his fear of women, as he stroked his shaven pubic regions, and his perfect tight ass his fingers sliding in and out of his asshole, until he came, and then he was Adzis until he was done. Adzi confessed one day that he had trained himself for years, so that he could last hours and cum on command Samaer and the others were often quicker, and much less adept. They would shoot their white load across his ass, and then finish him off if they felt like it. One lad, a young boy of about eighteen called Luki, seemed awkward about him. He seemed to feel a slight hint of guilt about drugging the poor young sailor, but the sailor Johni didnt care. He knew they were doing it, and he was into it. Luki watched him jack off, and offered to let him do what he wanted, and he almost accepted, but then all he could do was lie back, and let Luki have his young inexpert way with him. He rammed him every way, in his ass and in his mouth, until he came, and then Johni made him continue, until his white pale form was covered in sweat, and he was too tired to continue. They smoked a pipe of hashish together, and then another, and then he passed out asleep. After about a year in captivity, one of his jailors, a soldier in a leather jacket carrying a short-sword of an exotic make Johni didnt know or care to enquire about, invited him on a brief walk upstairs. He wasnt up to much, but he accepted. The fortress itself was fairly light and spacious, it turned out, surrounded by a low but thick wall, and as he was escorted, hands tied, hard as a rock, in just a tight pair of shorts through which he was sure they could see everything and a light silk sash tied around his wrists to a short minaret tower, to a small balcony overlooking the sea. He sat down, as the jailor, whos name he learned to be Aliae, left him alone, untied his wrists and told him to wait and jack off if he wanted to. He waited for a few minutes, wondering what was so important about this balcony, as a light rain began to fall. Further minutes passed, and he couldnt control himself he pulled down his tight shorts and began to jack off, happy to be in the fresh air and feeling the light of day on him. He knew that he would be with someone soon, and so he tried in vain to finish himself off, but he knew he couldnt. He was alone, and he was far away from home. He heard footsteps approaching up the spiral stairs of the minaret-tower, and so he quickly pulled his tight shorts up, covering himself, and leaned back against the wall of the balcony, the wood ceiling above him sheltering him from the worst of the warm rain that gently splashed on his chest. Luki arrived, a few minutes later, looking fresh-faced and eager. Johni was happy to see him, and almost jumped up when he arrived, but Luki sat down beside him, pulled him in close, and kissed him passionately. He smelled fresh, of soap and opium and fresh flowers, his hair dyed with red-and-black spikes and cut shorter than it had been the day before. He pulled him in close and kissed him, sliding his hands in his shorts, and playing with his cock and his short red pubic stubble. Johni pulled them down, as Luki stripped off his shirt and pants and pushed him back, the warm rain splashing not only against Johnis pale freckled skin but also Lukis dark flesh. Johni grabbed Lukis ass, and felt the edge of his tight asshole, as Luki laughed and pushed himself deep into Johnis ass, causing Johni to gasp slightly with pain, but despite his little experience Luki was a very skilled partner. Luki was good in bed, but he came very quickly, and despite Johnis protestations he insisted on going down on him until he came himself, not bothering to prolong the experience but instead blowing his small, hard cock, his tongue gently licking the tight little slit at the tip of his pale pink head, until he came. He pulled back as he shot his pale white load across his pale white gut, and pushed him back against the floor of the stone balcony. Weve been dosing you with some very strong stuff, he said, in the strange Edoni dialect they spoke on this small island, god knows where, somewhere in the region of the continent-island-chain of Al-thair. You said we could, when you were drunk. You seemed excited by the opportunity. We could tell you more, if you want. We trust you now. Johni was excited to know more about his captors, before they returned him to the cellar where he had been making passionate love to the hot men of the island with their tight bodies and their deep, darkly tanned brown skin. He spoke with Luki, stripped entirely nude, in the rain as it splashed gently across their skin, as they were pulled close to each other. Luki described the fort, on a small island in the seas around the great nation of Eliekha, in the continent-chain Althair. It sat at one end of a small island, a military establishment built up around a small and very covert port at which the corsair fleets of Eliekha docked. They had towed the merchant vessels, and the remaining escort brig, to the island, following the trade winds and the tides of the sea, and unloaded most of the cargo, although it was long gone now, sent to the mainland to be sold off, along with the ships. A few of his compatriots were still on the island, working under their own free will, former soldiers recruited into positions, as well as a few of the marine complement of the ships. Where the rest of them were, Luki did not know. Johni was fascinated by this, and happy to be alone, and in the fresh air, naked beside Luki with his hand pressed up against his inner leg, Lukis trimmed pubic hair there, Johnis shaven body longing to be pressed up against him. Johni loved Luki, and he longed to jack him off, to lick his perfect form, to ram his tight ass. There were obviously baths on the island, or something similar, some small pool like the hot spring spa built in the old Edoni style on the island of Aliston, his old home, and he felt like he would have one with Luki. But first he would make love to him. Luki pushed him back again against the grey stone wall of the balcony of the fortress, and grabbed him by his shaven cock, the short stubble of his pubic hair rubbing gently against his palm. He stroked him, gently, on the chest, and bit his lip, before kissing him passionately and sliding two fingers from his spare hand up his tight asshole. He knew he loved him, then, and though he was not his first, he was certainly his most passionate and loving partner. He stroked his perfect pale-white shaven cock until he came again, and then pulled him up. He offered him his underwear, tight cut with a small heart sewed onto the black fabric, to wear, and tied his hands behind him with the silk sash that lay discarded on the floor of the balcony, his hot and perfect ass straining against the slightly-too-small underwear, his shorts there on the floor, beautiful, white, and perfectly unreachable. Luki pulled on his shirt and pants and led him downstairs, his beautiful dark skin showing through his wet shirt, open at the collar to expose the small patch of dark hair on his chest. Johnis black leather collar stood stark against his pale freckled flesh, as Luki escorted him through the corridors of the fort, in his borrowed underwear, to a small open courtyard, where he sat with him, laughing at Johnis embarrassment at being seen almost naked by the young women and men, soldiers and servants of the fort. The gravel floor of the courtyard was wet, but the water of the rain which had come to a stop, and so they sat together on the floor of the gravel courtyard, a small exotic tree growing in the centre. Johni lay back, turned on by the hot passionate sexual desire he felt for Luki, hard as a rock beneath the tight black boxers he wore, as Luki untied the tight tied sash around his wrists. The air was warm and humid, and the young couple were together alone. There are some other dudes living here, who Ive been with. But youre the first guy Ive really loved. One of your friends from the ship is working here. Hed like to meet you, ideally I think you were in a relationship with him when we took the fleet. As you were promised, Alec is staying here. Hes been working as a guard, recently, on one of our officers planning rooms, Luki said, Hell be meeting us in a minute. He pulled off his leather jacket and shirt, and pushed Johni back, his hands pulling his boxers down, so his pale and shaved cock stood erect in the humid air, and pushed him back further, until he was pressed hard underneath him to the ground. He spread his tight pale freckled ass, his dark-skinned hands feeling the sides of his lightly furred ass, one finger sliding up it, and then another, as he kissed him again and bit his pale lips, and jacked off his small hard pale cock. Johni felt the wet warm gravel of the internal courtyard against his back, as Luki pressed down on him, his hands sliding two fingers at this point up his tight asshole, and playing roughly with his balls and his shaved cock. Johni pulled him in close, and wrapped his arms around him, his hands gently placed just beneath his dark-toned ass, on his thighs, gripping them, as Luki moaned, Yes, and pulled back a bit, his hard cock sliding up his captives tight freckled ass. They continued for a bit, until Johni came, for the second time that day. Luki pulled out of him, and rolled over, his perfect body wet with the rain which was falling, and lay back next to him. Alec will be here in a while, as well as Mahk, a friend of mine. Theyve been in a relationship for a while, and they are deeply in love. You mentioned that Alec was serving as a marine on your ship, before we captured it. Hes working as a staff guard in the fortress now, and were paying him well to teach us the tactics of your culture, Luki said, in the Edoni trade speak he usually spoke. He was perfectly accented, and Johni could easily place the accent as the accent of the accent of the island-nations and coastal territories of the lands of southern Althair, but he still had no idea where his gorgeous, sexual captors were from, or where he was. He supposed, as the hashish wore off, that Alec, who was born in is own town on the island of Aliston, might know more, and as he thought in his naked way, laid back next to Luki on the gravel floor of the courtyard, one arm draped across his hot manly lovers chest, his hand feeling his hard dark pectoral muscles. They lay together for a while, the two hot young men, Johni a captive, and Luki a hot young soldier of whatever this island must be, his cloth trousers around his knees, exposing his hot dark cock and his perfect legs, and spoke about their lives. Johni discusses his youth, and his happy relations in the port of Aliston, and the young men of the town who he used to spend his time with, drinking and experimenting with sex, before he decided to take up a position on a merchant ship and travel the world. Luki revealed a lot of information about the island, and their operations, while they waited for Alec to arrive. Apparently this was a corsair port, working under a small federation of corsair fleets running in the local area, and associated with the nation of Tiam, on the coast of one of the southernmost islands in the great continent-chain of Althair. The island itself, Minor-Andama, was small, but large enough for a small city housing merchants and soldiers and their families, and also a port capable of taking enough ships that the island itself was entirely crucial as a port for the many small fleets that the piratical and democratic nation of Tiam used and operated in this area of sea. While it had been inhabited by a small populace for hundreds of years more, they had opened the operational shipping base only a handful of generations, about a hundred years prior. The fortress in which they sat, naked together on the wet gravel, was named Fort Admait, and the fresh grey stone which made up the curtain wall and the strong defensive walls within was newly cut from the stone of the mountains that made up the center of the island. Alec arrived, a while later, looking excited and happy to see Johni. Johni was a past lover of Alecs, and the two young men had spent a few nights together on ship, making passionate love to each other in the small private room that served as a sex-pad for them and the other young couples who lived together on the ship. He sat down next to them, carrying a bottle of wine and three small clay cups. It was strong stuff, fortified and red, and he poured them a cup each and drank half of his while Luki and Johni sat together, basking in the afterglow of their sex as the three hot young men started to chat. Johni almost felt embarrassed to be there, his boxers discarded on the gravel, next to Luki and Alec, but he loved them both regardless, and a rush of emotions came back to him as he saw Alec smile, and heard his story of the long time he had spent working as a soldier on Minor-Andama. He was passionately turned on, he could hardly conceal in his nudity, and so he drank with the two of them, taking a more submissive position in the conversation. Much like the submissive position he had recently been taking in bed with Luki and the other hot young corsairs who would visit him in his private cellar room. They drank together until they were quite drunk, Johni feeling quite turned on, his cock standing proudly erect, as Luki seduced Alec, and as Alec looked at Johni passionately and longingly, his short blonde hair and his pale brown eyes wandering occasionally to Johnis perfect taut gut, his perfect white legs, and his hard, shaven cock. They made love for a while, on the wet gravel of the courtyard, and Alec mentioned to his hot manly shaven lover Johni that, as he stroked Johnis beautiful cock, a few other of the ships crew had been brought ashore, and allowed to work on the island of Minor-Andama. The rest had left together, bound for other islands and on ships, and the captain was sent away on a small barque to the mainland, to Tiam, after they had drugged him with hashish and plied him with wine and gained all the information they needed with their seductive techniques. He had no idea what they were doing with him, but Luki had laughed and said in his beautifully accent that he would be going to meet the lords of the senate of Tiam and perhaps they would hire him, along with the soldiers and other captives sent with him, as an aide or a clerk. He had been a fine looking man, in his mid thirties, with short grey hair and a beard that showed lightly on his face, and weather-beaten features that showed a fine tan that he had developed over his many years at sea. They drank together for a while longer, until Alec said to Johni, I sent for a girl to pick you up some clothes. They should be your size, although youve lost a bit of weight. You should really get back into life. True, I should, Johni replied, Ive been having fun, locked away in the cellar. All that sex. Well, thats good to hear, Alec said, pressing a hand down on his chest. Shell probably be here some time soon. Well, thats alright then, Johni said. He had been the captive of a corsair fleet for a year, and now he supposed they were going to press him into service in the fort, or maybe in the town. He asked, and Alec replied that they had planned to put him to work in a bar, for a while, and then maybe place him on ship in a few years, if he felt like it, and set him to work as a corsair. Johni thought that might be fun, and that he might like that. Luki sat and watched, having re-dressed in his jacket, shirt, and long cloth pants, allowing Johni to wear his boxers, as Alec jacked him off until he came again, his white cum staining Lukis boxers, as Alec wiped his hand on the black soft fabric. They hugged for a while, and kissed passionately, until a serving girl came along with a small canopy, a tray containing a jar of coals, a few small charcoal brands, a small bottle of strong liquor, and three large pipes containing a strong dose of hashish each. She also carried a small cloth bag, containing a cloth jacket, some pants made from thick cloth, and a light shirt, dyed at the hems a shade of light blue. She placed these things down, looking over at Alec flirtatiously, before leaving quietly, only spending a minute to ask Luki if things were going as expected. Luki replied that they were, and the girl nodded, turned and left. Alec pulled Johni up, and the three young men smoked together, drank their liquor straight from the bottle, and spoke together, before the evening sky began to darken, and the feeling of warmth was replaced with a cool air that began to chill Johnis wet naked skin. Johni didnt want to ask, but on Lukis advice he dressed quickly, and, still barefoot, they stood and walked into the fortress. Luki led the two of them to a small antechamber, leading to the outside areas of the fortress, Fort Admait. They sat together for a while, as Luki looked for a warden to open the thick passage-doorway that led to the outside. Johni was sweating with passion, not only at having been kept captive for so long in the fort, but also at the opportunity to leave, and the opportunity to be free to live his life in the public, instead of as the sexual plaything of a corsair base, hidden deep in the seas to the south of Tiam, in the great continent-chain of Althair.