March 19th Topic Obedience

[Tehya]

This week's topic is Obedience it can be art, stories or poems about Obedience and if you want to sprinkle it with a little springtime go ahead. Of course Obedience can be your sole topic too.

Have fun with Obedience/Springtime


Tehya

[Eraelabryn]

[Ehlanna]

My go at this ... you can blame SB for this

[Stormbringer]

You give me too much credit Nice pic though.

[mozenwrathe]

*There is something to be said about dealing with those from Hurema'Inca. It is a city that has quite a few different factions within, yet all still insist they are "loyal" to the Emperor. Though how loyal some of these people are is questionable at best, for what they consider obeying the law tends to be more esoteric commentary than literal fact.*

The Village Of Bramermo's Least Favoured Son
by Sannedy, courtier of Hurema'Inca

Am I here within this city filled with lovers and lust-filled minds, craven curs and dirty diplomats. And here am I, a former child of a small village. Embracing everything this place has to offer in terms of riches, and stepping over the random bits of scum in the streets. For just some bastard child of a half-forgotten marriage, I believe I have done well for myself in this place. Considering that nobody wanted me around in my old village of Bramermo, the fact this city seems to have taken me in as one of its own is nothing short of a blessing. A blessing that all started when I realized three things about myself: I didn't care whom I slept with, I took orders very well that did not involve fighting, and I had an aptitude for languages. Beyond that, I was rather horrible at most physical things, having just enough stamina to deal with a regular working day at the farm the village had to house any orphans or abandoned like myself.

The rumour was that Bramermo - along with nearby villages Palonpton and Rtythiurfo - were started by soldiers. Something about being from some long forgotten army, having achieved all they desired in battle. The legions had given up fighting for others and wanted to settle down for themselves. More than likely they were mercenary companies who had abandoned their "masters" for the last time, but that doesn't really make a difference. There were signs of their old lives all over the place in both of the villages, and other mercenaries and militia from nearby Hurema'Inca had come to the towns to settle rather than stay in the bigger cities. Less stress, more room for them to house their personal slaves or practice other crafts. The villages ended up breeding large than usual men and women, many of them being trained to fight in the local militias by experts. Me, I was nothing like that at all. I enjoyed life and all, but I had no real desire to do anything with spears and shields. That was better left to those that were interested in dying on the end of a stick in some random bog somewhere. Me? I wanted something different for my life, and I knew roughly where to get it.

It was a particularly stormy day when three guardsmen from one of those elven Noble Houses came on through. Not quite the same as those who have been given official status by the Emperor himself, but nobody out of Bramermo was questioning them too much. After all, guardsmen normally meant money for the local tavern in the village itself. I had gotten a job there to cover off someone else's gambling debt. (Long story short, they blamed me for their loss of coin and got away with it.) The truth of the matter was I liked working at the tavern a little more, because it allowed me to see and meet more of the people around the area. Not as if there was any shortage of work at the farm itself. The three villages were renown for "picking up strays," and there were at least five others who did the work better than I did. The guardsmen - all of them rather strong looking half-elves, were discussing one thing or another when they caught sight of me. I could tell at least one of them had less than a professional interest in me, given the way he was eyeing me. That suited me fine, as I wasn't all that unwelcoming to have a little tumble with a powerful man. He looked like the kind used to taking orders and giving them to those around him.

"You there, come here a moment."

The man beckoned to me. He had his friends already got their drinks some time ago - pitchers of a really rich mead that was made in Rtythiurfo. They obviously had money to spend, as they had been talking about dealing with a merchant's caravan that had been absconded with. The caravan had been found and those guards involved with recovering the properly had all been rewarded. The other two guards sort of leaned back and away a little, leaving it up to the one with the shocks of while and black through his hair to do all the talking. The man rapped his knuckles on the table a few times, pretty much meaning I should walk up to the table itself. He grinned once, leaning in towards me. There would be an almost predatory gleam to his eye as he talked with me, making me think that running away would be the worst mistake of my life. That, and I could feel myself slowly hardening just at the sight of him. My mouth was watering and my throat was dry. Really, all I wanted was to know if he liked men on his lap.

"So there, you work at this establishment, yes? You know of where my men and I can stay the evening? Perhaps even where we can get ourselves some entertainment that will not break?"

"Yes, sir. There is a small house that is kept by the village as a serviceable inn for those who come through our village. You three would be welcome to it for only two mehrial each. That would be paid to my employer behind the bar there. The village does have bards and storytellers here, on occasion, sir, but I do not know if their tales would be to your liking."

I had chosen to be honest with the man. I could do no less than that. And he looked like one who could see through the best of my lies. (And I have to admit, that I was very good at falsehoods after all this time.) The men looked between each other a moment, and then the lead guardsman spoke again. He seemed less amused now, and his voice had a little threat to it. My body felt a tingle down my spine as I felt my legs get a little weaker from his tone. There was a tinge of anger to his tone as well, given the way I spoke to him a little more casually than perhaps I should have.

"When I say -entertainment,- you should know fully well I care nothing for dancing girls or some dried up old man waxing poetic about things he never could have done in his youth even with the remains of a dragon at his command. We are men, and we demand proper entertainment from this place. And that means, lad, our dicks need something to keep them happy. This place has a dearth of slaves around, and I've yet to hear of a few village sluts to keep us amused. Meaning we are bored and need something to keep us occupied until we go back to Hurema'Inca."

The second guardsman, one with far darker skin for a half-elf, spoke up at this point. His eyes ran over my body, appraisingly at that. It wasn't as filled with passion as the main one, but there was plenty of interest. It was like one was the leader, one was the muscle, and one was the brains. He also licked his lips once, steepling his hands as if he was praying to some god or something.

"Then, lad, I believe we'll take you. How much, hrm? How much would it cost us to buy your services indefinitely from this little village tavern? I know there have to be others that work here for however much, so we'll be taking you to that little townhouse or whatever, and having our way with your body all the way to Hurema'Inca. So then, how much do you get paid a day here? One gold? Two?"

I was shocked. Here was a man talking about buying me like I was a slave! And I could do nothing more than try to mouth out the fact that I was not exactly paid in gold. I had always been given extra to eat and drink here, along with new clothes that the tavern keep got for me every so often for the last while. It was he who spoke up for me, glaring at me to say different. It seemed the man had his own ideas of how this transaction was going to go down. Others he had in his employ got coin, but I was the only one that was "paid" in such a way. The word would be more "compensation" than anything.

"He gets at least a gold a day, depending on how often he works and if he gets tips. Tips, half of those come to the bar. It's the way it's done in these parts. So if you were wanting to take him from me, I'd need to get at least two months worth of his time here in mehrial. That'd be around sixty mehrial, given that he don't work ev'ry day but he does get tips from people here and there that add up over time. Would need to go out and get me at least two people that'd work like he does."

And here is where I found myself silenced. The second guardsman tapped his thigh thrice and then pointed to his heels. Without really thinking about it, I moved over to where he had told me to stand, mouth now completely dry within as I could not feel myself with the nerve to speak. The first guardsman snorted once loudly, his disbelief that he would need to spend anything significant evident. Motioning to the third guardsman, he gestured towards the tavern keep - a man I had known since I was young. He and his two primary people within the tavern were both former mercenaries from some city - Adenfort I think. It was not as if they were remotely intimidated. The third guardsman sighed and rose from his seat. Slapping my ass lightly as he passed, there was a strange bounce in his step. When he got to the tavern keep, he pulled out two daggers - both encrusted with gemstone dust. He then set down a small satchet of what looked to be a scarf made with satin. Undoing the satchet, precious stones of all kinds poured out from it.

"The daggers will get you thirty mehrial each from any collector worth their salt. The stones are rough enough, but will make you two hundred mehrial richer or so. I think that just about covers it. That cute assed young man there is ours now, hrm? You didn't mention family or friends to soothe the hearts of, so that t'me means he don't have any worth worrying about."

The tavern keep eyed the daggers again and smirked at the guardsman. "He's one of them `lost` types you find all over the region. He'll be missed well enough by my own reckoning, but he knows how to listen well enough. As for anyone else within the village... Trust me, he is better being taken with you. Don't treat him like a slave and he'll serve you like a master. G'on then. He'll take you to the house he was telling you three about. And don't be walking around here drunk. We may not be Hurema'Inca, but there's enough old spears here to push out a rampaging boar or two, if y'get my meaning there."

Bought and sold like a sword, it felt like. Yet, did I feel better than I had in my life. Here was I, about to be the guide and the pet of these three guardsmen. They seemed to be from a specific division, so I felt it would be against my better interests than to ask too many questions of them. Instead, would I just do as they told me. I thought it best to do what I did best for them, which was to do as asked. And what they asked me first was where to stash their things in the house itself once we reached it. That was easily suggested, and I took their things as they required, placing each of their packs in a separate space along with their swords. The three guardsmen had tethered their horses outside of the house itself. It was actually a well built house, created by some of the craftspeople within the village. Solid and kept repaired, it did well for a rooming place. By the time that the half-elves had finished with tending to their animals, I had made sure all was prepared for them by doing some sweeping and getting out proper mats for them. As they reached into the main hall of the house, I nodded to them and smiled a little nervously.

"Now then, you have a name? I would gladly use `Boy,` but that doesn't seem quite right to me."

That was the lead of the trio again. In time would I learn his name was Dalwoodken, but for now was he the one I knew was in charge. There was something about him that made me wish to listen to him. Not that he was particularly charming, but there was an aura about the man that convinced me to do as he commanded of me. And right now, that was to tell him my name.

"It is Sannedy, sir. My name as was given to me when I was young is Sannedy."

"Good work then, Sannedy. I see you have cleaned up a little. Excellent. After you have serviced our needs, you will do more cleaning and proper care of our things. You will learn well and be rewarded for doing so. If you do poorly, we will leave you wherever we have fucked you last, in nothing more than the cum around your collarbones and the ring of our cockcream on your ass. Do you understand what I am telling you there, Sannedy?"

The lead guardsman spoke harshly but still in that professional way. Much like how I suspected he spoke with his soldiers under his command. I nodded once, gulping with a little fear and wantonness at the same time. The idea of being just used by him and his men as their personal buffer for their flesh-covered pikestaffs alone made me swoon and yet cower. They would not be gentle at all, but rough and demanding. I could easily be left with bruises, even though I was not quite as frail and fragile as I might have seemed. But the thought of not being able to be of use to them hurt me even more.

"I... I can also speak different languages, sir. I could be of good use to you and your men that way as well. I will be whatever it is you need of me. Please, sir - nay, sirs. Am I nothing here. You probably overpaid for me, for have I always been considered useless for most things like the baling of hay and the tending to crops. I am certain I could do better with things if directed properly. Would you already be trying to figure out how to rid yourselves of me?"

There was desperation in my voice. I did not wish to lose this opportunity I had only just gained moments before. I was not quite at pleading, but that was only because I had not fallen to my knees before the three of them. Whatever it was that they wanted of me, as long as I didn't have to do something horrific, would I commit myself to. Though given the dirty grin that third guardsman was giving me, I had a feeling it would less hazardous to my health than trying to swallow poisoned fruit without it touching my tongue.

"Then, Sannedy do this for us: strip." This was the third guardsman, the one who had given up the precious daggers and numerous precious stones. Yes, I believe that you will serve us better naked than clothed at this time. You wish to show us your worth, first you will show us everything that we've essentially paid for. That barter at the tavern there? That would say to your whole village your worth, and they are not going to expect you back, edan'nesse."

He wanted me to strip? So I stripped. I had nothing to hide from these men. After all, they had in a way paid something like a bride-price for me. I make sure to not make it a performance, but as fast as possible. My eyes were to the floor as I removed my few clothes. Whatever other clothes I had back at the farmhouse I had forgotten. I did not believe I would be able to claim them back anyway, as others within the farm could easily use them. So there was I now, naked before the three men.

"Kneel, edan'nesse. Kneel down and look towards us three. We are going to show you what it means to serve members of the Guards of Minor Merchant House. You will belong to us three until we say otherwise. And once that is done, edan'nesse, shall you be released into the hands of whomever chooses to take you. Under us, will you learn many things. The first, though, will be how to properly suckle us and stroke our hardness until we choose to soak your throat in our manly essence. After all, Sannedy, you do have the look of someone that seems quite ready and willing to taste what we are planning on giving you."

I smiled as I slowly sank to my knees. Armor and undertunics slowly were removed, leaving behind three slightly scarred and certainly strapping samples of males before me. They had chosen to leave on their riding boots, highly amused by the way the darkened leather showed off the colouration of their skin so well. Each of them cupped their scrotes and allowed their natural insticts to flood their bodies as their blood flushed into their manhoods. My voice was wavering as I looked up at the three who would effectively be my masters for the foreseeable future. My hands raised up to gently stroke two of them as their precum weeped from their glistening crowns. The third one - he would I learn to call lith'heru - did I look up at with awe and wantonness.

"Yes, sir. I live to obey your whims."


edan'nesse = man-youth.
lith'heru = ash lord.

[Tehya]

Great pictures and a different style of writing from you Pry, very nice work this week.