Dostor, the man with two…

The rays of the rising sun flowed through the wide windows of the expensive suite, slowly warming Dostor’s limp body. Soon, the young man came awake, rubbing the tiredness out of his eyes before rising to sit up in the bed.

Dostor had been sleeping on his own this night, a rare occurrence for a man as sought after as he was. Forcing himself up on his feet, Dostor then staggered across the spacious bedroom, shuddering each time that his bared skin happened to brush against one of the many marble ornaments, the sleek coolness of the material served to remind him that he was in fact awake.

Standing over the small hole in the bathroom, Dostor took a moment to aim properly and then let out a content sigh as piss began to stream out of the upper of his two large cocks.

Men equipped in such an odd manor, with two penises instead of merely one, was a rare thing indeed. That any of them managed to last into adult age was even rarer.
There was no one who had a clear idea of what caused some men to be born like that, partly due to its rarity, partly to the lack of any obvious benefits of a more useful nature (You wouldn’t be able to take over the world by knowing the secret of how to breed men equipped with a double set of genitals).

Lack of certain knowledge meant that there were many different bids on the cause, and nature, of the condition. Dostor had come across most of them, ranging from it being a gift from the gods to it being a sure sign that the child’s conception had been brought around by its mother fornicating with demons.
Most explanations were close in nature to the latter of the two poles mentioned above, and so it was rare that a child “cursed” in such a manner should live to adult age.

Those who were not sacrificed in an attempt to soothe angered gods were instead killed for more worldly reasons, such as lacking food to feed a stigmatized whore-child or feelings of guilt on the part of the mother.

But Dostor was one of the lucky ones.
For he truly was the son of a whore, having been conceived and delivered within the walls of one of Silion’s many brothels.
While the women and men at the brothel were at first shocked by the nature of the newly arrived baby boy, the Madame soon saw how a boy like Dostor could prove a valuable asset, once grown up.

So, instead of being handed over to an orphanage or, failing that, a sewer, Dostor spent his formative years at the Lusty Lady establishment.

When he came of age, it was soon made clear that the Madame had been correct in her prediction, and Dostor grew to become a favourite amongst the female clientele.
He pulled down so much many, in fact, that he finally decided to make it on his own.
Saying goodbye to his ageing mother (37 is old, for a harlot), Dostor ran away from the brothel. At the tender age of 18, he was suddenly all alone in the world.
Not wishing to stay in Silion, Dostor took work as a sailor and left his birthplace behind him.

Soon he was once again in a metropolis, this time Faeria, and he resumed his work as a male whore, working on his own and quickly rising to be the most sought after gigolo in the city.

Now a situation, which was to repeat itself over and over again until it became the dominant pattern of Dostor’s life, developed: the brothel owners whose clients had turned to Dostor instead were angered and decided to take care of Dostor.
Again fleeing from a metropolis, but this time carrying with him a substantial amount of gold, Dostor moved to another of the big cities.
As three years went past, the same pattern of success followed by flight repeated itself again and again until he was now, at the age of 21, a wealthy but weary man.

Returning to the bedroom of his luxurious suite, Dostor took a look at himself in the mirror while he considered how the day was to be spent.