Merchant's Vice
IF YOU'RE 17 AND UNDER, DON'T READ THIS STORY. "The man" says no no to it, even though you might want to fap fap.
IF you're 18 and over, fap fap, or whatever you like to this. It contains pain, a little blood, needles, and general S&M. It also deals with slave trade.
ALSO, it has a late teen aged character depicted in sexual acts with an older male, though set in a time where sodomy got you killed, it was also a time when kids got married at age 15 and stuff... so yah...
Inspired by an RP with A good friend... you know who you are!
Without further ado, I give you:
Merchant's Vice
Shardul Ranjan walked down the small, winding street in one of the many small bazaars of the trade city. He was here for one thing and one thing, a slave. Of course, he was not looking for simple labor, no. Not labor, but something to satiate his more primal desires of the flesh. Being a merchant of the east, he traveled. His wives had all left him due to various reasons, some to affairs, some to disease. In any case, he was tired of relying on the faithful bond of "marriage", and he was also getting tired of having to repress his darker vices, his most carnal pleasures which he knew could only be satisfied not by a woman, but by a male. He feared his decision might have repercussions on his business, but Shardul was a crafty Tiger. His business had made him keen to the skills of persuasion and, in some cases, trickery.
Shardul turned down a small side street. The sun trickled down the shady, narrow street in spots where it was allowed through the hanging laundry above and the vendor awnings. Shardul passed a few shady looking places, businesses of ill repute, to speak of, but none which were for him, none which would satisfy his desires. Whores with no teeth cat called to him, slutty mistresses who had obviously been in the business for far too long. Small girls, looking afraid, started at him, and a few shook, all virgin and afraid. Shardul passed them all by. Females would not do, and he would never degrade the female form by using it purely for sex. His guards knew this, but they kept quiet. Shardul paid them very well to keep their mouths shut, and he'd promised them double pay to kill any guard who showed any deviation from this. Of course, he wouldn't bring his guards here. They had to put up with enough as it was with his former wives, all of whom were gone. Some fought, others just died, and some, well... Shardul made sure they were silenced before they could expose him as a homosexual. He knew, here, in these Middle Eastern trade cities, he would be put to death for lying with a man.
The tiger looked up to a small group of young men, none older than 19, or so it seemed. There was a large, muscle bound panther sitting, bored, next to them. They were all sparsely clothed, if they were at all. Shardul saw this as his opportunity. He walked to the Panther, and stood in front of him, alerting the Slave Merchant of a customer.
"How much for one of these boys my good sir?" Shardul asked the panther. The panther looked at him, eyeing him oddly.
"Where's your wife good sir? Surely she should have a say in this matter, you are getting a boy for her are you not? Why else would you come to me? Shadhi?"
"My wife is far back home in India I am afraid." Shardul lied easily, "I told her I would bring her a gift."
"Ah, yes, yes, well, you seem to know good business when you see it sir. Now... price... well, it all depends on which boy you want."
"Price is no object. I will choose one and pay you for him at your price kind sir."
"Always glad to have a flexible customer, sir. When you've selected one, tell me. I will unlock him for you once I have my money."
"Very well."
Shardul browsed the line, looking at the boys. There were some small tigers. No, he wouldn't subject his own kind to such things. They would be best off for labor. There was a small raven, he looked quite fit, but he had many scars, and looked unruly, plus Shardul wasn't much of an avian lover.
Then the tiger's bright jade eyes fell on a fit, young, and robust fennec fox. He must have gone through a few masters. He looked well worked and a bit worn, but still very strong. He looked like he was from the African deserts as well, his fur yellow like the sands of his homeland where the Arab empire had surely spread. He was... beautiful. He was perfect. He looked to be nearly 18. He was still young and vivacious, or so it seemed. Shardul knew this boy was the one.
"This one..." Shardul said, looking to the slave merchant, "I will have this one."
Shardul Paid the merchant a hefty sum, even for a fine slave boy, but this boy was indeed worth it. Shardul felt his loins stir with excitement. It took a good amount of will power to keep himself... soft.
Shardul lead the boy down the street from the way he came.
"Put this on." Shardul ordered, giving the boy a fine, black silk robe to wear. "I won't have you looking shoddy."
"Yes master" The boy responded, putting the robe on with no complaint. He seemed comforted by the robe. It was probably a luxury for him to even have clothing to wear.
"Do you have a name?" Shardul asked as they turned into the larger street outside of the shady, winding alley.
"I have been known by many names sir, though I have no true name. All my masters changed them. I ... don't know if I ever had one sir." The boy said. He was so proper. He was a very well trained slave, but he was still young. Shardul was wondering if the boy had ever bred, or if he'd been used. The tiger felt it was best not to ask, mostly so that no one would hear him speaking of such filth in public. That would surely mean a drawn out, and most likely humiliating death for both him and his slave boy.
"Well, I will give you a name, and I am sure you will keep it this time. Of course, we will see what I will name you after I get to know you better. I believe it is never wise to name someone you've just... acquired." Shardul said, walking a long, trying not to look TOO interested in his boy.
Shardul led him out of the bazaar and the pair was joined by Shardul's guards. One gave a bit of a longing glance at the young, fit, fennec boy. Shardul knew the Panther's weakness, and it was one reason he made a good guard. Of course, the panther would not interfere with their business. Shardul would have the guard killed on the grounds of sodomy if he did, though, of course, Shardul was a gross sodomite himself. He just knew how to hide it well. He had a girl back home where he lived. That was true. She was a woman lover though, and so they kept one another as husband and wife, bound by their homosexuality, to guard one another, and to provide proof of wedlock should their sexuality ever come into question. It was both easy, and hard, being rich, and a boy-lover.
The walk was hot, and bit dusty. The streets were busy today, with people rushing to various forms of business with others, merchants pulling into and leaving town, and slaves running around grabbing items for their masters. Shardul was mindful the whole walk home. He kept his eyes off the fennec and on the crowd. A few city guards walked past, as well as a few holy men. No one said a thing, or even cast them a second glance. It seemed as if luck was on Shardul's side; He was glad that the gods were shining on him on this dangerous day. He knew the risks, but his need to gorge himself with deviant pleasures was too great. He just needed confidence and bit of luck, and he would survive this, with his little fennec, just fine.
Shardul smiled as they walked into the richer part of town. The two guards of the gate to the higher zone were speaking in a native, slang, Arabic. Shardul knew a fair share of the proper Arabic, but their crude accents told him that they were first-generation assimilations of the Arab empire. In any case, they weren't paying attention to Shardul, and he wasn't an uncommon guest in these residences here.
The small group walked a bit up hill and around a few corners. Not long after arriving in the more luxurious apartments, Shardul stopped in front of the door to a two story building. He shared the entire place with another merchant from the west who he'd met on his first trip to Paris. They had, in all senses of the term, a good time, and in their time they had discovered that they were frequenters to the same city. Of course, they rarely ever were in the town at the same time of year due to their travel patterns, but if they were, and they had lack of personal company, Shardul and his Frenchman would spice up their nights in the dusty Arab town.
Shardul opened the door which was in turn closed by his panther guard who sat in his chair right inside the doorway. The other guard followed Shardul up the stairs to the apartment door. Shardul led his fennec inside, and the guard shut the door behind him.
As Shardul and the fennec walked into the room, Shardul noticed the boy's eyes wander all over the large upstairs room. Large windows that opened to a small inner courtyard let in light, while the room was covered in some of the finest rugs and silk cloth that the boy had ever seen, even after the years living with rich masters. There was also a table in the far part of the room. It had some tools on it, it seemed, a jar of pins, the kind used in acupuncture, and some ropes as well.
"Have you ever been with another person young one?" Shardul asked the lithe fennec.
"How do you mean master?"
"Have you ever laid with another? Have you bred?"
"Oh, I did once, not long ago... sir... it's why I was being sold. My master found me with one of his slave girls and he wouldn't have it, so, he sold me...sir"
"Ah, I see, well, then, I suppose that leaves me to one more question... have you ever bred with a man?"
The fennec looked a bit startled, but he didn't look put-off or scared. Shardul knew that look. It was one he once had when he was only a bit older than the boy, when he first was taken under his tail by another male. He knew he'd made the right choice.
"Sir?" The fennec asked as Shardul eyed him, reminiscing on his memories for a moment.
"You heard me, didn't you?"
"I... ah, no sir. I have not... bred with a male!" The fennec said, straightening up and trying to look put off. It was a poor show, one that may have passed some, but not Shardul.
"I see, well. How about we change that?" Shardul said, looking down into the desert fox's eyes, the Tiger's deep jade orbs driving into the fennec's mind.
"I... I..." The fennec started.
"Well, I suppose you don't have a choice, now do you?"
"No sir." The fennec looked down, ears drooping.
"Oh dear, don't fret. You will LOVE this, and trust me. I want you. This is something I have been looking forward to since the moment I saw you." Shardul said rubbing the small fox between his ears, which perked up.
"You aren't going to kill me for it? You won't let them kill me right, sir?!" The fennec asked, beginning to freak out a little.
"I wouldn't harm a hair on your head, and neither will anyone else. If you prove to be as sumptuous as you look. Of course... if you are not, I can't have you running around tarnishing my name."
"I promise sir! I will be whatever you need me to be! I'll do anything! Just don't kill me, sir!" The fennec said, falling to his knees, clinging to Shardul's muscled legs.
"Well then. You sound perfect. And believe me, you're going to love this."
The Fennec looked up at Shardul, his eyes worried, yet accepting. Shardul looked down and grinned to the boy. This was going to be fun indeed, and he wasn't about to waste any time just sitting and staring at his new slave.
Shardul picked up the slave boy and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. It startled the fennec, his eyes shooting wide, and his ears perking straight up. Shardul broke the kiss and laughed a little; the fennec blushed sheepishly.
The strong tiger merchant removed the boy's robe and threw it aside, the silk floating to the floor behind them as he carried the fennec to the table. The tiger couldn't help but admire the beauty of the boy's nude form as he carried him, eventually placing him on the edge of the table.
"All I ask of you, young one, is to not resist, and to enjoy this." Shardul whispered deeply into the fennec's ear.
Shardul left the boy only for a moment. The tiny fox stayed put but watched as Shardul picked up some ropes from the lightly colored, smooth, wooden table and he carried them back around to the front where the fennec was sitting, twitching nervously with anticipation. His cock had already begun to slip from its sheath, the idea of mating with another male, both startling and... oddly... arousing. It was a feeling the small desert fox had never really encountered before, but this was already beginning to feel better than mating a female ever did.
"Oh my, looks like someone is already having fun! I knew I picked the right boy." Shardul growled playfully, fingering the boy's hardening length in his large, strong tiger paw. He then wrapped his paw around the boy's member, holding it up as it grew harder by the moment. Shardul then leaned down and gave the tip a long, tender lick, eliciting a moan from the young fox.
Shardul let go of the boy's cock, leaving him teased and helpless. Shardul grabbed the boy's right leg as he kneeled down on the ground. The merchant tied it to one of the legs of the table. He did the same to the left leg, leaving a length of rope taught between his slave's legs. Shardul then took another, thinner rope which he began to wind tightly around the boy's balls, holding the sack at its top. The boy began to get a bit worried, but Shardul gave him a reassuring look as he wound the rope one last time around the boy's orbs. The tiger then brought the rope down and tied it tightly to the rope between the boy's legs. The boy whimpered a bit and Shardul stood there, looking at the helpless slave.
"You're not getting out of this one, slave boy, but by the end of it, you will love anything and everything I do to you." Shardul growled with a jovial menace in his tone. The boy simply nodded and shook a bit. His cock was still hard, rigid as ever.
Shardul moved behind the boy tying the slave's arms behind his back, immobilizing the fennec . All of the boy's bonds were painfully tight, driving into his fur and rubbing harshly against his flesh. He whimpered a little more as the muscle-bound merchant gave the rope around his arms one last harsh tug before tying the knot.
Shardul moved around to the front of the table again, now carrying the jar or thin needles and a vice. The vice was made of wood and metal, one bar joining the two claws which were both six inches long and one inch in width and height. He placed the jar to the side near the boy's hips and placed the vice around the boy's balls. He twisted the joining bar, drawing the two claws of the vice in on the boy's balls, pressing them together. The boy moaned and whined as his testicles were clamped down on. Shardul was hard now, enjoying his torture of the boy. He loved to watch them squirm.
"Please sir... it hurts... stop!" The fennec begged pitifully.
"Shut your trap slave." Shardul growled. The fennec bowed his head and whimpered more, keeping his mouth shut. The tiger was grinning in sick satisfaction. He stopped the vice just short of bursting the boy's nuts, causing the most pain without much real damage. The boy's member had begun to soften, so he began to lick along its length for a while. The boy moaned, mixed between whimpers of pain from each time the tiger brushed his pained nuts. Shardul's slave grew hard once more as he wet the boy's cock in its entirety. The fox's cock stood proud, and shining in the mid day sunlight which streamed through the windows. It was a bit short, but what it lacked in length, it made up for in thickness, nearly 2 inches across past the tip, and 3 inches around his knot... perfect for the kind of dick Shardul liked to take.
Shardul then grabbed the boy's member in his paw squeezing it and leaning forward into the boy's face. "Pain is pleasure, my dear boy... Keep that in mind." He grinned picking up a needle. The boy tried to get away, he struggled, but he couldn't break free. Shardul enjoyed watching him struggle as he brought the pin down to the boys balls. He pricked the pin in a few inches. The boy cried out a little. Shardul did it again, and again, torturing his new slave boy. The slave began to cry a little in pain as Shardul put the tenth needle in his vice-gripped balls.
"Pain is pleasure... don't let it hurt you... enjoy it!" Shardul ordered the slave boy, giving him a hard, trance-like glare which drove deep into the boy's mind. He nodded as Shardul began to lick and wet the cock once more, covering it in his thick, tiger saliva. The boy moaned, still fighting the intense burning in his ball sack. He was beginning to understand, but it still hurt so much.
Shardul stopped licking the boy's cock and stepped back. His slave was twitching a bit, breathing hard. He was horny as hell, and in pain. Shardul was just horny, and he'd waited long enough. The big tiger removed his clothes in front of the fennec. His robes dropped revealing his strong body, his muscles bulging under his orange, white, and black striped fur. His cock stood hard and strong, a full nine inches with barbs running along the bottom of its length. He stood there, looking at his slave before he climbed up on the table, kneeling over the boy's cock, tailhole pressing against the boy's wet member. He leaned into the boy's face, holding his back and the back of his head with his muscled arms, bringing the slave into a deep kiss as he slowly sat down, his anal ring sliding over the boy's thick member, slowly breaking into the tiger's ass.
Shardul moaned as he swapped saliva with his slave, his ass stretching over the incredibly thick cock. He went all the way, even past the knot, moaning loudly as the pain rippled through his ass. Shardul loved pain, whether it was his, or someone else's. He relished in it, and he would teach this slave boy the wonders of pain.
The boy whimpered again, as Shardul's ass pressed some of the needles deeper into his balls.
"Pain is pleasure, my dear slave boy." He said a few times as he looked hypnotically at his new fuck toy. Shardul then began to ride the boy's cock, hard, driving it into himself over and over, hilting each time. He wasn't one for a nice, slow fuck. No. He liked it hard, and rough. The merchant moaned as he rode the boy's cock. The slave's cock leaked a little pre, making it just that much easier for Shardul to ram the thick little cock into himself. The slave moaned and twitched as a few of the needles were driven further into his balls, almost all the way through to the other side. He began to enjoy the pain, but it was still too much for him. Shardul saw that it was, and picked up a needle himself. He sat on the boy, keeping the cock in him as he looked down into the Fox's eyes, locking him in an unbreakable stare. He showed the boy the needle, and then Shardul placed it at the edge of his own balls.
"Pain is pleasure!" He growled loudly as he drove the needle clear through his feline orbs. His cock throbbed and pre leaked out onto the slave's chest. Shardul moaned as the needle sent a burning pain through his body, which he loved. He shook and his ass clenched on the fennec's cock. The boy moaned as Shardul's ass became a vice about his throbbing, leaking member.
Shardul began to ride the boy more and more as the slave began to feel more pleasure than he'd ever imagined as the needles in his balls were driven just a little deeper each time Shardul came down on his cock. The fox moaned and groaned in ecstasy, his head lolling back, Shardul breathed heavily, sweat rolling down his body. He grabbed his own dick and began to paw at it roughly. The merchant huffed heavily as he felt his orgasm coming even closer.
The slave felt himself growing incredibly close to pleasure as well as he still felt the tiger's powerful, trance-like influence wrapping his mind in nothing but pure pleasure. Each prick and pain shot through him, and caused the boy nothing but euphoria. He twitched and howled out, coming hard into the merchant's ass, His knot expanding just a bit more and holding Shardul in place. The tiger let out a long moan as he too shot his seed, marking his slave with each steaming hot pulse. Shardul's seed landed all over the boy's face and chest, slightly matting the fur as the massive tiger came, weeks of pent up jissom pumping out of the tiger's pierced orbs, and through his pulsing rod.
Shardul finally fell a bit limp, falling forward a bit, and putting his forearms on the table on each side of the bound fennec, his snout about touching the slave boy's own as he lay there looking up at his master.
"Anand" Shardul began, licking the boy's nose. "You will be named Anand." He gave the fox a quick kiss, the fennec smiling a bit.
Shardul remained tied with his slave boy for a while until both their cocks softened. The merchant stood, the boy's slick member sliding easily out of Shardul's well used ass. Shardul removed the pins, one by one, then the vice, from the boy's balls. The boy gave light moans as the tiger pulled the thin, long needles from his balls. Anand's mind had a new meaning for pain, and he new name for himself. Pain was a frighteningly welcome thing to him. Shardul had done something to his mind, and Anand would never know what it was. Shardul was good at what he did, and he knew it. The Frenchman knew it, his panther guard knew it, and now, Anand knew it. Whatever Shardul did to them, had changed them.
The merchant grinned as he let the boy free. Anand had bled a bit from his crotch, and his balls were swollen. Oddly, the pain felt good. Coming down from his sexual high, the euphoria was gone, but the light bleeding, the swelling... it didn't feel too bad. It hurt like hell, but he didn't mind it at least. Shardul knew it too. He removed the needle from his own balls. All the needles were in the jar now, a small pool of blood at the bottom of it. Shardul untied the slave boy and picked him up, coddling him in his strong arms.
"Sir... what did you do to me?" Anand asked.
"I transformed you, my boy. Ancient Indian secrets, naturally." Shardul responded, chuckling a bit. "You will still feel pain, but you'll enjoy it, from now and until always. Just as I do."
The feline carried his new slave boy into the bed room. The sun was getting low, and night was approaching. The last licks of sunlight came in the door to the room. Twig-light was out the bedroom window. The dim light from torches filled the city streets, and the crescent moon was beginning to rise in the East. Shardul helped the boy into the smooth, silk sheets of his bed. Anand was lain on his side, and Shardul crawled into the bed behind him, pulling the thin black sheet over them.
"Welcome to the rest of your life my fine slave, Anand." Shardul said licking the boy on the cheek. Anand didn't say anything, but he felt a small chill run up his spine. It was one of excitement, and bit of fear. Would he really be the merchant's slave forever? Was he ready? The fennec knew it didn't matter. He never had a choice. At least he now had a kind master, a master who let him be more of an equal than any other ever had, a master who shared himself at the most intimate of levels... Anand felt that he would grow to love his life by Shardul's side. On that thought, he drifted off to sleep with his master, held close and safe by the big white and orange arms of Shardul, protected from the nighttime chills, and the darkness.