Step Forward

“It’s me Shane.”

Shane spun on his heel to face Aarlon, he couldn’t help but take a little pleasure from the way the bigger mans face changed from fear to relief.

“Oh, sorry you startled me.” Shane says, running his hands through his hair, his eyes still nervously scanning the darkness.

“Well aren’t you going to invite me in?” Aarlon asked, his eyes running up and down Shane with open hunger.

“Uh, of co…” Shane cleared his throat. “Come in.”

The bigger man quickly hustled Aarlon into the workshop. Even at this time of night some of the coals still glowed in the forge, casting a dry heat across the space. As Aarlon stepped into the space, the door clanking shut behind him, he suddenly felt that same strange power flow through him.

It was as if he had suddenly stepped into clear air when he hadn’t even realised he was breathing smoke. His fingers tingled and his lungs burned with sweet fire as he turned to face Shane and understood what he was feeling.

The bigger man glowed with a inner lust, that same lust Aarlon had felt and picked out in the clearing. A need denied so deeply and so thoroughly that a outsider might believe it had been vanquished completely. Aarlon could see the truth of the matter however, he could see that as that desire had been pushed deeper it had only become more and more enmeshed into the very fiber of Shane.

In the time Aarlon had had under the direct pleasure of his Master he had learned the desire of a human was not something that could be denied, only held back or redirected. Most hold it back, using the teachings and rules of gods to dam these feelings away. Yet much like a dam the waters of desire would simply find other paths to release. Sometimes the alternative was simple. If you deny yourselves the desire to lay with a man then you could at least lay hands on him in the boxing ring. Others could find no such easy replacement and for those the desire would escape by becoming one with every aspect of the person.

Looking around at the masterfully made tools hanging from the walls Aarlon could see that Shane was one of the latter. Each stroke of the hammer a replacement for the touch of a man. Each work of the bellows and stoking of the fires allowing him to release a little of that desire to feel his lips on another, his fingers around a cock, the pulse of cum and the rush of lovemaking.

Now the man appeared like a cracked and failing dam to Aarlon, in his eye the final flickering point of weakness was easy to see. Something so simple as a turn of the head and a dropping of his clothes.

Yet even with his masters skills, Aarlon knew what Shane was wielding and with the depth of need within him Aarlon couldn’t be sure how things would go.