There’s no place like home

Now that you had orgasmed, there were no further distractions. You returned to the water and began washing yourself in haste, trying not to look at your beautiful body too much.

You looked up at some point when you were pretty much done bathing to see a beautiful woman across the stream. Or at least yesterday you would have thought so. Now, it didn’t even matter that this woman was fully naked and in good health and shape, she did nothing for you sexually.

The only reason you had looked up was that it was so odd to see someone this far out of town without even a horse in eyesight. She tried to beckon you with a hand gesture. You ignored her and continued to clean yourself, having a private giggle about how you wouldn’t have been able to turn her down yesterday.

The woman did attract the attention of a different man however, who was riding along the path. She beckoned again, this time to the new man. He dismounted and walked towards her. You watched in mere curiosity. The man crossed the stream in full armor, knowing his legs would get soaked and armor rusted. When he reached the woman, she made the sweetest face...before it contorted into inhumane proportions, jaw unhinging like a boa and teeth becoming as sharp as a devil’s fork. She, or it, devoured the man’s head with his helmet still on.

You began running in terror from the stream. Even if you had had your former muscles and all of your equipment on, you had never faced a monster of this caliber. Only a high level demon could take human form.

You reached your horse that you had not seen since the coven had cursed you. Though the ‘woman’ was nowhere to be seen in your wake, you were still in quite a hurry not to get eaten. The problem was, your horse didn’t recognize you. People don’t just get smaller and smoother over night after all. Even your voice was no longer as deep while you tried to reason with the horse,

“Come on you old bat, it’s me! Let me on!” You pleaded.

It was no use. She bucked this way and that, refusing to let you on. You had to make a choice of what to take off of your horse in order to proceed on foot. Your armor no longer fit, and your sword was now too heavy to swing. The only logical thing to take was your bag of gold.

There was one more problem, you were completely naked! Even your loin cloth had been abandoned back where that horrible beast was. Speaking of her, you noticed a pile of clothes which were no doubt from that demon. There was a red dress befitting nobility, and undergarments for a woman. The dress wouldn’t fit and you wouldn’t be caught dead in it, but maybe you could at least hide your private bits with the lower undergarment.

You picked up the lower undergarment. Men’s loin cloths draped down and hid the man’s junk. This piece of clothing, however, was made to do the opposite, and tapper to the body. It was a bright red color and made of fine silk. You pulled your legs through and saw how the material emphasized your cute little package. You couldn’t see your backside, but from sensations alone, you knew these ‘briefs’ were a complement to your perky ass as well.

You abandoned your horse and all of the rest of your belongings and made your way on the path to town with nothing but your half naked self and a suspicious bag of money.

You ran for as long as you could, even though there was no sign of the monster behind you. Your tiny dick and balls flopped around in the soft fabric with each bound. When you ran out of stamina with which to run, you saw that you were only a ways away from your home village.

Making your way to the village gate, the guards posted there were eyeing you.

“Well looky here, it’s a boy in a maiden’s undergarment,” said one guards to the other while he fondled himself through the fabric of his trousers.

The second guard confiscated your bag of gold, saying, “And where did the chap get this much gold? By the looks of it he robbed a nobleman.. or a noblewoman judging by the underwear.”

“I didn’t steal anything!” Your voice squeaked as you clamored to defend yourself and the guards ogled your nearly naked form.

“Then what explanation do you have?” Asked the first guard.

“I...” you stalled for a second trying to think of what would explain you being in underwear with nothing else but a bag of gold. You saw that the guard was still playing with himself looking at you, which gave you an idea.

“I’m a prostitute,” you said a little shaky. Prostitution was not illegal in the slightest, though it was rare to be a male prostitute.

“Yeah right,” said the second guard, “what woman could be satisfied by this little thing?” He grabbed your little silk covered package and played with you as he saw fit. You were furious with the both of them, but the power they exerted over you had an effect you weren’t used to. Your prick hardened and the man’s touch felt better than even your earlier jerk off session.

“Well I’m not a prostitute for women as it turns out..” you explained. The men laughed at you, but then realized that you weren’t joking.

“Well then,” the second guard started. He took his hand off of your bulge and pantsed his associate. “You’ll have no problem taking care of my mate’s needs,” he said with a smirk.

You stared at the guard’s huge meat before you. You knew that you had to suck it to keep up the charade of being a male prostitute. The truly disturbing thing was how much you actually wanted to suck it. If these bozos had tried to play you like this yesterday, you would have bopped them on the head with the hilt of your sword and paid the fine for it later. Now you were getting sexual gratification from being **** into a position of subservience to them. Your dick started to leak pre and your mouth even started to salivate.

You got down on the path on your knees and began to suck the man. You learned the art of sucking quickly. It was easier when someone else had done it to you in the past. Judging by the guard’s moaning, you were giving him the blow of a lifetime.

The other guard seemed to be getting jealous and pulled his own trousers down. His cock wasn’t really big, but it wasn’t small like yours. You started sucking him now, while jerking the other off.

The men had you alternating between them like you were a toy which existed only for their pleasure. It felt good to be the object of these men’s desires. But on some level you resented them for taking advantage.

You had brought the men closer together and were sucking them both at once. At first they seemed apprehensive of having their penises in proximity to one another’s. But pleasure took over. You could tell that the men were close to cumming. You took their dick out and rubbed the heads of their dicks together. They made intense and embarrassed eye contact with one another and couldn’t stop themselves from cumming.

So much cum splattered on your face and into your open mouth. You hadn’t eaten all day, and their manly juices were so sustaining that you couldn’t help but eat every bit that hadn’t fallen to the ground.

As embarrassed as the guards were that their dicks rubbing together had caused their orgasms, they did still seem satisfied with the job you’d done, and with that you were in fact, a male prostitute. The first guard with the huge cock was red in the blond bearded face and tossed you two gold pieces from the bag he’d confiscated.

“There you go, boy whore. You pleased two men, that’s worth two gold. I won’t spend any of your gold here and you’re welcome to come earn some back whenever you want. Have a good stay at our village,” he said, groping your booty as you walked past them.

You had two thousand gold pieces in that bag! It looked like there was a lot of pleasuring guards in your future, if you wanted your money back.