He wants his reward.

"You are the reward?" The youth seems confused at first. "You mean you with me, doing things?"

The Akkadian had to try hard not to roll his eyes or laugh. Were city dwellers really so docile and slow. The assassin judged the boy to be eighteen or perhaps even older and big and brawny for his age from the hard stable work. By the time he was that age he had fucked a dozen women and killed twice that number of men.

"Of course if I cannot collect his camel I should return to the Akkadian and inform him." The Akkadian said slyly.

"No, no. Please don't." The prospect of being treated by the beautiful whore before him seemed to have finally sunk into the stableboy's slow mind. "You must have come from the Akkadian to know that it was I who tended his camel. I am sure it is right to release her to you."

"Excellent. What a clever handsome lad you are." The Akkadian encouraged him. "Is there somewhere we could go perhaps for a little more privacy?"

"In the horse stalls perhaps." The lad said frowning as he thought about the question. "There's hay that's p..pretty comfortable and nobody c..c..can see us."

The Akkadian followed the stableboy into the long, low where the animals were stabled. Though he was hardly enthusiastic about having any sort of contact with a male, without a weapon he lacked the physical strength to overpower the big teenager with his bare hands. Besides, with such a callow inexperianced youth the Akkadian reckoned he would be able to dictate exactly what happened and the young man would probably shoot his seed almost as soon as his cock was out. Inside the building the pair entered the first empty stall. The Akkadian could see Hanna, his big white camel, a few stalls down.

Falling to his knees in front of the stablehand the Akkadian lost no time in reaching for the buttons fastening the front of the boy's breeches. For his plan to succeed he needed to work fast and be gone with Hanna before the older and more senior stable workers returned from their midday drinking at the tavern. Reaching inside the breeches the assassin had no difficulty locating the youth's cock, it was already hard as a bone and a lot bigger than he had been expecting to find. He pulled the youth's shaft free of his clothing and wrapped his small feminine fist around it. He began to pump his hand up and down and looked up at the youth's face to give him what he hoped was a sexy smile.

"What a beautiful big cock you have." He told him, knowing exactly what all men like to hear. "I bet you are very popular with the girl's."

"N..no n..n..not really." The boy replied. "They c..call me stupid and t..tease me."

"Hmm, silly girls. A real woman loves men with big hard cocks like yours." The Akkadian assured him.

The assassin had expected the boy to spill his seed within a few seconds of being touched. He had been pumping the youth's cock for a couple of minutes now and though his shaft was throbbing and stiff as a board he didn't seem about to empty his balls. Perhaps the stableboy beat himself off with his own hand so often something more was needed to finish him quickly?