Chapter 03
The pain kept him awake for most of the night, his first night in Zenshin, capitol of the kingdom of Uruk. He felt dishonoured. Used. Betrayed. Damn it, this bastard Satsuki had fucked him. And that Uruk had enjoyed doing that. Humiliating him. Breaking him. Tearing him apart from the inside. Mentally, as well as physically…
Hijiro could hardly move. Even shifting a millimetre caused a brutal stinging racing through his body, he was totally unable to lie on his back. The side had to do. He kept his eyes closed the whole time. Didn't want to see the surroundings in which he had already witnessed so much pain. He merely heard the footsteps across the room, people – slaves – ordering things, tiptoeing to and fro, at some point covering Hijiro with a thin blanket, Satsuki, with his deep voice, yet now lowered, giving his commands.
Hijiro did not see how the blonde Uruk, after the slaves had finally left, sat on the huge bed where he had been the young Zyuan, with a serious face, watching him. Observing him. Satsuki seemed lost in thoughts as his eyes fixed on the half-covered, naked body of Hijiro, chest slowly heaving up and down, sometimes twitching because of the pain he had caused him.
The blonde Uruk took a deep breath and lay down himself, prepared for sleep.
Finally, Hijiro found his sleep, breath steadying, slipping away from the brutal reality, drifting off to Zyuan, standing in front of the main gate, greeting the guards, heading for the administration office to make his report, the warm sun greeting him, rising higher and higher, shining on his skin, making it feel warm, hot, a fire blazing in the sky.
He woke up, and squinted, the giant yellow orb was as if directly opposite him. He tried to turn around, yelping at the pain coming from his behind and back, the metal handcuffs jangling lightly.
When he had turned his head around, away from the sun, he opened his eyes fully and only then realized that Satsuki was hovering above him. Slowly he raised his head to meet the other man's gaze.
He wasn't grinning this time. Merely staring at him. Then Hijiro thought to see a small smile forming in the corner of the blonde Uruk's lips. At this moment Satsuki, shoved a new pair of light trousers into Hijiro's face, stating:
"Get dressed, you're going to the construction site, as the other slaves. The guards will take you there, and if you even so much as try to run away, I am going to make your remaining life worse than any hell you could ever imagine, got that?"
Hijiro was dumbfounded.
"What?", laughed Satsuki out loud. "Did you think you were going to be one of the servants? With your strength?" He was laughing hard now. Hard and menacing.
He bend down to Hijiro and undid the cuffs. "Now get dressed", he hissed before standing up and walking across the room to hang the cuffs onto the wall.
Happy, or something like that, Hijiro put on the trousers. He hated being naked. Especially in front of this guy. When he turned around he almost sprang back, Satsuki was standing right in front of him, bare chest to bare chest it was. Hijiro wanted to take a step back, but Satsuki's arms caught his and pressed him against the Uruk's muscular body.
"Get used to it…", he whispered into his ear, Hijiro could feel his warm breath even on his cheek, and then, with the tip of his tongue Satsuki slightly licked his ear-shell. "By day you're going to be the slave of the kingdom of Uruk, with your bare hands expanding our empire, your whole strength belonging to our kingdom." he continued and then started to lick Hijiro's lobe, slightly biting into it.
What the hell… thought Hijiro, Satsuki's actions having really caught off guard, he couldn't move, just felt his wet tongue on his sensitive skin…
"By night, however," Statsuki continued and traced Hijiro's complete ear with his wet tongue, the Zyuan slightly starting to tremble "your body is mine."
With these words he pushed him forcefully onto the ground, turned around, opened the door of the chamber and shouted some commands out into the corridor.
For the first few seconds, Hijiro sat on the floor, face pain-stricken, as he had fallen on the most painful parts of his body and, he was dumbfounded, confused, still feeling the menacing, yet strangely comforting tongue on his ear.
"Get up!", Satsuki shouted, and without thinking, Hijiro obeyed. He could have slapped himself instantly, but there was no time to consider his situation right now.
There were two Uruk guards who, taking him by his arms, forcibly led him out of the room, down the big corridor, out into the streets. Hijiro froze.
Zyuan did not have slaves. They hated the idea, it was degrading, not even enemies would deserve such a way of life.
Uruk seemed to follow different principles.
There, out on the dusty streets was a whole convoy of slaves, led by the guards, marching off to the 'construction sites' as Satsuki had called them. Hijiro was being pushed into the mass of hungry-looking, dirty, tired people. He could not form a single coherent sentence in his mind. What he saw simply appalled him.
And I am one of them.
The work was hard. Primitive and hard. Pushing giant bricks from the small port to the buildings under development, heaving them up, higher and higher as the walls rose. Pulling, pushing, carrying. With almost no break.
But it was a great opportunity for Hijiro to get rid of his aggressions, his tense, confused feelings. Only at some point he did look around. Yes, he knew resistance was pointless. As a warrior himself he could judge other warrior's strength, and Satsuki had just given him another display of these immense powers the Uruk possessed. He knew he could stand no chance against him, and here at the construction site, there were even more than 50 guards, overlooking everything and everyone. And hell knows how strong they were. Fuck, they had totally destroyed Zyuan.
Zyuan!
Pain.
Anger.
Sadness.
Fuck!
As he was strong he had no difficulty in handling the heavy burdens except for those moments, when the pain from behind shot through his body. Gritting his teeth he only watched the black Uruk guards hit the weaklings, failing under the heavy weight, kissing the dust, kissing the slicing whip.
Fuck!
He wished he could kill them.
"I killed a hundred of you comrades in merely minutes and I can kill you in less than a second."Satsuki's words echoed in his mind.
He had no chance.
It was almost dark, as the guards led the slaves away. Again passing the dusty, broad street, there, the villa.
Again it were two guards who this time separated him from the slaves' crowd, grabbing him by his arms.
Anger.
"You can let me go, I won't run away for fuck's sake!", he hissed at them, but merely earned a grin and a powerful bash into his face. He could taste blood.
Up the stairs, down the corridor, the door opening.
Still tasting blood.
He was shoved onto the floor, right to the feet of Satsuki, who looked down on him. He saw the blood on his cheek and frowned.
The two guards bowed but before they could leave, Satsuki spoke.
"What did he do?"
The guards looked at each other and then the left spoke:
"He wanted us to let go off him, said he wouldn't run."
"Slaves have no right to speak to us!", the other one joined in.
Satsuki's face darkened.
"If you ever again so much as touch him, I am going to execute you, is that understood?", he almost screamed at them.
The guards, taking one step back, bowed, approved and quickly left.
What was that…? Hijiro thought, his cheek still burning from the hit.
Satsuki bent down to him and suddenly, unexpectedly, put his right hand on Hijiro's cheek. It was a gentle touch, sending some weird sparks through his whole body. Satsuki looked him into the eyes and then grinned.
"You stink and you're dirty. You should get washed." he then said and took his hand away.
Hijiro glared at him, eyes following Satsuki as he went to the other side of the room, to a second door. He opened it and then signalled to Hijiro to come to him.
Ah, what the hell.
It was utter pain standing up, but somehow he managed and trotted to his master. Master, pah!
He entered the small adjoining room, with Satsuki's hand fixed on his right shoulder, feeling his breath at the back of his neck. The door was closed behind the two men.
Inside, there was nothing but a small pool in the floor, about one metre in depth, filled with clear water and a small drawer next to the door with linen lying neatly folded on it.
With one hand movement Satsuki had taken off Hijiro's trousers and pushed the naked young man into the pool.
"On you knees" he commanded and so Hijiro did. He knelt down, with his back still to his master, the cool water embracing him, relaxing him.
He heard his master's clothes fall down to the floor and the tall blonde man slowly entering the pool. He could hear the light splashes of the water. And then Satsuki was right behind him, his chest pressing against Hijiro's back, his hard organ clearly sensible.
Hijiro gasped almost imperceptibly. But Satsuki nonetheless heard, and smiled into Hijiro's fine, dark hair. He put his arms around him, caressing his chest, letting his hands wander all over the man's body. Down his neck, over the chest again, down to his abdomen, down his groin, along the inner side of his thighs, moving up the same way.
Satsuki's hands were sending weird and at the same time pleasurable currents into Hijiro's groin.
No… This is not happening… he thought as he felt himself getting aroused. And this, in the clear water, was becoming quite visible.
Satsuki, grinning to himself, once again retraced the shape of Hijiro's inner thighs and moving back again, his right hand clasped Hijiro's, by now pretty hard, member.
This caused an unexplainable shock to the young man of Zyuan. Hijiro let out a loud moan and his head instantly tilted back, thus leaning against the left shoulder of Satsuki who, while slowly starting to pump Hijiro's organ, started spreading first soft kisses all over the smaller man's neck, then switched to licking it and finally to biting it softly.
Hijiro, unable to control himself and totally not caring, pressed himself against Satsuki, his head still resting on the other man's shoulder, his hands, somehow wandered to Satsuki's knees, holding onto them, trying to suppress his moans.
Satsuki, realizing the tighter getting hands around his knees, grinning even wider, pumped harder and just as another moan escaped Hijiro's mouth, a declaration of the coming orgasm, Satsuki let go completely and moved back to sit up on the edge of the pool, legs spread.
Hijiro almost fell back but managed to steady himself with both of his hands.
"Come here." Satsuki said seductively and held out his hand to Hijiro, who by now had turned around and was facing his master. Slowly he moved closer, Satsuki's hand fastening on his upper right arm, pulling him directly between his legs, his nose almost touching the enormous, poised organ of the Uruk.
Hijiro swallowed.
"Now," Satsuki started to say. "Just do it like the women have always done to you."
With this said, Satsukis hand left Hijirio's arm and gripped his hair at the back of his head, pulling his him closer and thus making Hijiro take his member into his warm, wet mouth.
Here we go then…
The grip on his hair loosened and Hijiro started to lick the organ from the shaft to the tip, letting his tongue circle the tip, nibbling on the slit, then taking the whole member back into his mouth, moving his head up and down. Over and over, the same procedure. Licking, nibbling, sucking. Sucking hard.
The grip on his hair tightened, his master breathing hard, yet still grinning, watching Hijiro suck him off.
"Suck harder, brat", he hissed at him and thrust deep into Hijiro's mouth, nearly gagging him. But he obeyed. He had not other choice. And actually, he was in a daze, lost all his sensed, merely heard his master's voice and forgot about everything else. No dead friends in his mind now, but his master's organ in his mouth, his master tearing at his hair, while splashing his semen all over Hijiro's tongue.
"Swallow or I'll kill you", he commanded in a deep, husky voice. But Hijiro would not have had another choice, as Satsuki had his head pressed against his member so hard, he would not have been able to move away.
The hot fluid ran down his throat.
Satisfied Satsuki let go of him and swiftly got back into the pool, down on his knees, right next to Hijiro.
"Wash your mouth", he whispered and then as swiftly as he had entered the pool again, left it, and dried himself. He left one linen for Hijiro and then left the room.
After the Zyuan had got dressed again, which was merely his pants, he slowly entered his master's room again, closing the door to the poolroom behind him. Satsuki was standing there, where the futon had lain, looking out over the town. He wore a fine, black garment of silk, similar to a kimono.
Slowly he turned around to face Hijiro who was looking at the spot, he had slept on.
"As you are a slave", started Satsuki "you will sleep in the cells of the cellar, as do the others."
A grin spread over his face.
Hijiro's hands clenched his fists.
How he hated him.
Satsuki's face turned serious again.
"Get the hell out!" he screamed at Hijiro and instantly the door opened, an Uruk guard waiting in the entrance.
Hijiro didn't need to be told twice. He wanted to get out of here, fuck you Satsuki!
"Oh, before I forget Hijiro," Satsuki threw in, making the Zyuan stop and look at him. "Nice job!"