Peter waits inside the tent.

The sun was beginning to set and Abo was still missing. He had told me to stay put inside Vorro's tent while he went to deliver the food. Perhaps he was still angry with me for bringing Brother Dain with us. He argued that Brother Dain was already claimed and that he was only sent to the farmhouse to be "broken". But I couldn't just leave him there, knowing that he'd be suffering a crueler fate than mine...

But that being said, I couldn't tell whether the devout man I once knew was still sitting here before me. It was as if the past couple weeks had completely changed him. He spoke of sodomy as if was everyday practice. As if lying with another man was normal. If a few days at the farmhouse had broken down a man like Dain, I couldn't imagine what effect it had on the others.

"Do you think Vorro will like you better wearing this or if you're bare-chested?"

Dain had fashioned his shirt to have a plunging neckline with no lower half. I could see most of his chest with or without it. At first I thought he was joking but by his anticipation I realized that he was being serious.

"What would be the purpose of wearing something like that?"

"Oh, I don't know. Leaves something to the imagination, I guess. The man that claimed me before made me wear something similar. It had gold thread embroidered in it, glass beads hanging at the end... I should have just listened to him from the start. Would have saved me the trauma of staying at the farmhouse."

Dain smiled sympathetically as he registered my shock.

"Anyways, did Vorro leave you with nothing?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, didn't he leave you with anything to wear, any trinkets or jewelry. Underclothes made of silk and sheer. You see, I used to have a chain that linked one nipple to the other like-"

"No. No he didn't."

Dain leaned back and fell onto the bed with another drawn out sigh.

"I guess he's a simple man, though I doubt it. I was told the barbarians liked their bed slaves dressed up. How we present ourselves reflects their status or something silly like that."

"Vorro hasn't told me anything like that."

"Well, what of the slave boy?"

"You mean Abo." I snapped back. "And_ w_hat about him."

"Well, surely he must have told you something. Like what to do, how to act, what to wear."

"Well yeah but not really. We don't really talk a lot about... that stuff."

"Hm. Well at least now you have me to help you. I'll teach you everything I know about pleasing another man. Do you still remember what I taught you at the farm?"

"Y-yeah." I turned away in embarrassment, at which Dain playfully squeezed my rear.

"C'mon Peter! It's time to move on from our teachings at the monastery. We've already broken our oath of chaste, so it doesn't matter how far we fall. The church won't take us back so at the very least we should make the best of our new circumstance. Could you imagine the look on Father's face if we showed up like this, asking for forgiveness?"

My heart sank a bit but I couldn't help but smile. I appreciated what Dain was trying to do but I'd be lying if I said I felt comfortable with any of this. Seeing I was still troubled Dain leaned in and kissed me. We had already shared lips at the farmhouse but this felt different. As our tongues intertwined and our eyes crossed, I couldn't help but feel short of breath. He brought me in closer and I responded in kind, just as he taught me.

"Do you remember what comes next?" He whispered and I nodded in response.

Our limbs became entangled in Vorro's sheets as we wrestled each other in bed. As I lay on top of him, I leaned back and showed him my erection.

"Good. They like it when you show excitement!"

As Dain caressed the tip I shivered and moaned. I was turning more deviant and perverted than the first day I was captured. Perhaps Dain was right and I should just accept my new role as Vorro's bed slave. If God thought sodomy was sinful, why did he make it so pleasurable?