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ued to stroke a nearby thigh, still sitting between Karl s legs.
No, no, I don t! Karl propped himself on his elbows, imploring
Mank. Nobody there has ever made me feel like this. No, don t make me
go back. They don t care about me. You won t hurt me, will you? Johnny
likes it here. I want to like it here, too.
It s a big decision, Karl, Mank purred, edging a little closer,
lightly stroking Karl s hardening length. You would belong to me. You
would be my slave. Mine to keep, care for, punish, mark as my own.
Marked like Johnny? Karl s voice was barely a whisper now.
Not just like him, that was a mistake. But you would wear my
collar, maybe a brand.
A brand? he seemed shocked, not frightened, but shocked.
Yes, Mank brushed Karl s clavicle and two inches below with
the tips of his fingers. I d want everyone to know that you were mine,
he explained, looking into those green, green eyes.
Would you& would you change my name, too? Karl asked
hesitantly.
Would you like your name changed? Mank asked, suspecting
that he was on the verge of something important.
Yes, the young man whispered.
Why? Mank asked, his hand wandering up to cup the soft face.
Water ran unchecked down the soft skin and over his fingers.
Mank pulled him close, remembering the day before when Yai had been
spanked and in pain from his punishment. The water had poured from his
eyes then. He d had trouble breathing and his nose had turned pink. These
things were happening now, though this young man hadn t been punished.
Perhaps this was what these hairless slaves did when they were upset?
I want to matter, the slave whispered. I want to have a name
someone will remember. A name someone will want to say. I want
someone to want me for myself.
Mank wrapped his arms around the shivering body, holding him
close as he laid them both down among the furs. He licked the salty water
from the slave s face.
I will call you Karri and you will be my most valuable and prized
possession, Mank murmured, stroking the slave, pressing the supple
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body tightly to his own. I will burn my mark into your flesh here, he
touched the place below the prominent bone of his neck. You will wear
my collar. I will make you mine and you will be much wanted every single
day of your life.
Really? You want me? the younger one asked him, hope in his
voice.
Very much, I want you, Mank purred, his entire body rumbling
as he stroked down the lean back, cupping the tender rounded flesh of his
new slave s rear.
The look on the young man s face almost broke Mank s heart.
Karri, the slave murmured, awe shining from his eyes. I m Karri. He
pronounced it Car-rhi, as Mank had done, simply replacing the letter L
with an R and I.
I m going to make you mine, Karri, right now, Mank rumbled,
rolling the young man under him.
Karri slid his fingers up through the fur on Mank s ribcage,
wrapping his arms around him. Mank reached down, tugging at his own
loincloth, pulling it off and allowing his full erection to spring free.
Karri looked down at it and up at Mank s face, his expression
uncertain. Wow, you re awfully big, he breathed. Will it hurt?
Maybe just a little, Mank told him honestly. He moved to his
knees, taking one of Karri s pale hands and placing it on his engorged
staff. This is only for you now, Karri.
Karri smiled. I belong to you and you belong to me?
Mank leaned down and licked his face. Yes, Karri. I meet your
needs and you meet mine.
The slender hand ghosted over the firm flesh, mapping the length,
the width, the wrinkles. Flicking tentative glances up at Mank s face, he
began to explore, testing the weight of Mank s sacs on his fingertips,
stroking.
Turn over Karri, Mank purred softly, urging the younger man
onto his stomach.
I want to watch you, he protested. Can t I watch you? See your
face?
Mank considered this a moment. The first time might be more
painful this way but the younger man needed the reassurance. He would
make it good for him. He d been too lonely for too long and so, apparent-
ly, had Karri.
Mank leaned down, licking at Karri s nipples and rubbing his
heavy erection against the slave s smaller but just as hard staff.
Mmm, Karri moaned, arching his back, opening his legs wide to
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wrap them around Mank s hips.
Sucking on a tight pink peak, Mank propped on one arm while he
captured more of the lubricant with the fingers of his free hand, carrying
it to the cleft between Karri s nether cheeks.
He was already relaxed and somewhat prepared and it wasn t long
before Mank had three fingers in his hole, spreading him. When Karri
began to strain against them, Mank slicked his aching cock and pushed
into his smaller lover steadily.
Slowly, so slowly, he pushed in. Karri s eyes went wide and he
caught his breath, a hint of pain and uneasiness on his face. Mank stopped,
resting not halfway in, waiting for him to adjust. The clamping muscles
squeezed him and he had to fight for control.
Soon, the muscle relaxed, Karri released his breath and wriggled a
little, encouraging Mank to continue. Mank pushed forward again and
Karri did, too.
More! Karri demanded. I like it.
Oh, is that so? Mank purred, a smile in his voice. More it is,
then.
He began to move faster, the tight heat massaging him, feeling so
good. Never had anything with one of his kind felt like this. He knew his
climax would be powerful when it hit. So tight, so hot. This was heaven,
surely.
His full cock caressed Karri s button with every thrust. He would
be coming soon, as well.
Ohmigod, ohmigod! Karri chanted, his sacs tight, his own cock
leaking between them.
Come for me, Karri. Come for your master, Mank rumbled.
The effect was spectacular. Pearly white ropes of semen erupted
from his shaft as his rectal muscles clamped down on Mank s pumping
cock. Only one jerky thrust and Mank was coming, too, stars flashing
before his eyes.
Mank collapsed onto his side taking the hairless slave over with
him, so as not to crush him. He knew he d have to get up and clean them
both before long, but for now, he would savor the moment.
Wow, Karri sighed. He snuggled up close, pressing his face into
the crook of Mank s neck. Thank you, he whispered.
Mank smiled. You re welcome, he answered, reaching past the
young man to the towels resting on the shelf where he d found the pot of
lubricant. He d have to leave a gift for their thoughtful hosts.
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Tryl looked up as Mank joined him, settling next to him above the
bank of a shallow stream where the two slaves splashed and chattered.
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