Unhinged thirst 01
#1 of Unhinged Thirst
Cassius has been living in an oppressed society ruled by an upper class. They make the rules but do not adhere to those rules themselves, and bribe the judges to be expunged of their own crimes. He works as a bricklayer, building some of the most beautiful bathhouses in the town. He has been longing to be able to be himself and express his interest in other men. He would be considered an abomination, and either be outcast from the city, imprisoned, or worse if found out. There are however, sanctuary towns outside the city walls, full of others like him. But they are in cursed lands, full of orcs, werebeasts, cryptids, and other creatures of the night. He tries to keep his secret safe, but eventually, that luck runs out.
Unhinged Thirst
by Valtter Ihlahri
Part One: A Close Call
He had a deep appetence for the unknown, and what made its burn wax increasingly in strength annoyed him. Truly something could satiate that desire, but it would not be of this domain. He lived in a prudish land where certain roles were to be followed with strict observation. Shunning was well practiced amongst everyone. Names were to be forgotten, and quite easily. Common folk knew well enough what went on amongst royal familial lines and did not question nor involve themselves in such matters. It was quite sad that even the strongest bonds of family, were easily broken and erased from the scrolls. Names were never spoken again if one was out of line.
Sanctuary towns did exist outside the so called, blessed and protected lands. They were quite crumbling in infrastructure. Wisemen uttered divinely inspired oracles, "Look, their own actions destroy them. Thus is our future if we do not cut out the sick," while they partook in their own carnal lusts. Wisemen were protected by leagues of powerful people, and the people were too blind to see they gave up their own freedoms to live a life of shackled misery. If these wise ones were to approach you in showing interest, you were doomed. You give in to their lusts, they shamed you and had you expelled from the kingdom. You ignore them and they craft lies about you trying to force yourself upon them and are expelled. The so called paradise people live in is truly hell, or perhaps, worse. Cassius was one of those completely aware of the situation many lived in, and he hated it. "Eden my ass," he thought to himself. "It's nothing but a pond of sewage water. These draconian rules have enslaved us all." He only wanted to be happy for once. The taste of wine never made an impression on him, it was too weak. The company of women only bored him and was disinterested in their flirtatious advances, especially of those to the bedroom. Luckily for him most misunderstood that as being true to the law and pure, free from diseased in thought, an upstanding citizen.
It annoyed him that people never caught on. He wanted to be himself. He wanted to search for the things that could satiate him, to make himself feel divine. But the current laws forbade that. Maybe life outside the walls of this vile place would have the answer. Could it be possible that the true paradise is outside? All the wisemen, nobility, and high ranking officers were able to live freely in secret but everyone else had to live by the idiocy of a religion that was anything but peaceful and enlightening. It was entirely hypocritical. They call them traditional values, nationalism, and a unifying belief. Old fashioned ways to surely lead the kingdom to great power. Sacrifices have always been made in this war hungry world. The people are just pawns and toys. This is not living. From the moment they are born, children are instilled with prejudice and the religion that is paired with it. As they age some believe in them less, and so harsher restrictions are imposed. Reprogramming is a common punishment along with torture. Being the good citizen will give more freedom.
Cassius may have been seen as upstanding, but he failed at some other things in his life that gave him the nickname of Zero. Of course, he had zero interest in fucking any maiden in town. He had no interest in the activities because they bored him. Throwing axes and guzzling beer was, stupid. He had no drive to do anything. Work was hard, but he had nothing to come home to help wind down. All that built up denial of pleasure drove him mad. So much to the point that it made him make mistakes at work. Pleasing himself in the confines of his own quarters was barely enough to scratch that itch, and it was dangerous too. He couldn't be caught spilling his seed while catching a glance of someone he desired. Punishment for desiring someone of the same sex was either death or castration and life-long internment in the prison camp. Not even the most wealthy person could escape it.
Cassius worked in the bathhouse repairing the stonework. He mixed the brick material outside amongst the other muscly dirty brutes, drying them in the overbearing hot sun before lugging them to the kiln and baking them, whilst soaked in his own sweat. By the time he was able to bring them into the bathhouse to add addition rooms, several groups of soldiers had gathered. Naked, musky, sweat pouring down their flexing bodies, all holding each other, resting up against each other, whilst they brag about all the gals they had plundered. Cassius did everything he could to not look their way. It was his forbidden fruit. Something he wanted to partake in but knew no one would understand. He tried to focus on his work.
"Hey Zero!" The voice was deep, and it beckoned to him. "Zero why don't you join us brothers! Have a good time with us! Maybe we'll finally get you that special someone your cock needs!" He ignored him for a bit, and to the point it irritated the soldier. The soldier got up and slapped Cassius ass hard and wrapped his arm around his shoulders. His scent was strong and it wavered in the air. He dropped his brick laying tools. "Boy you wouldn't want to ignore my invitation right? You aren't a deplorable are you?" Something in Cassius snapped. He pushed the man away and punched him hard in the face, knocking him to the ground. The soldier laughed heartily and picked himself up. "That's more like it." Blood dripped down the side of his head. His jovial expression changed into a grimace and he threw his hands around Cassius neck, and plunged him to the ground, laying on top, fully naked still. He spat upon him and slapped him back playfully. "This is why you will always be a zero."
Cassius picked himself back up and returned to finishing some of the work he was almost done with, slightly frightened, but extremely aroused too. He kept his groin faced away in fear of the men seeing his erection. That moment was probably the closest thing to sex he would ever have, he thought to himself. That roughness, that pure carnal loss of freethinking, the defiling and demeaning position he was placed in, was sublime. The soldiers were laughing again and cheering when the bloodied one reunited himself. He turned around and scolded again, "Don't ever disappoint me again, you hear?" Cassius finished his work, and left. He was quick to hide in his room and please himself. The soldier's scent was so intoxicating, he had never been that close to a man before and it was driving him mad. So close, yet unable to let loose and explore his body. Surely we would have been killed if that man felt his erection brushing against him. Cassius placed one of his hands around his throat and squeezed while he stroked himself. It was enough to send his body into a spiraling orgasm stronger than ever before. Thank the gods! He was so relieved, draining nearly all his energy and stress away.
As he drifted off to sleep he could only think of that experience, and the lingering fear of what may come the next day. He still had more work to do in the bathhouse, and hoped he'd not encounter that man again, in fear of the discovery of a sin so great. But pleasure exceeded fear, and he drifted off to sleep.