The Artifacts of Borhm

A King-sized Desire

Chapter 1 by Nickdawgthedawgydawg Nickdawgthedawgydawg

You're just finishing a hard day in the fields, the elderly couple who've owned these farms for generations appreciatively pay you for a hard days work, and expect to see you back for another days work tomorrow. You make your way into town, passing by the same old archway that travelers have passed under for many years, but have not crossed the threshold back out of town, as most settle down to this quiet farming community. The town is bustling as last minute transactions are made at the market as most shops are closing for the night. Many farmers are making their way to their respective homes to eat well earned meals with their families.

The town is mainly quiet except for one tavern that you have associated yourself with for a few years now, a place called The Sunken Staircase. You know as a matter of fact it's a good place to acquire services that most men do not talk about, there aren't even any rumors about this place, but you know all of them to be true.

You push the doors open and see the tavern is already packed with people ready to finish the day with company of all manners of speaking. The air is full of musk as men and women remove their sweat soaked garments and prepare for some relaxation.

You make your way across the room and sink your way in to your usual chair. The cotton stretched taught over your muscular legs, toned from years of standing work on the farm. You brush a few stray blades of grass, and clumps of dirt from your clothes, you feel your body as you do, your chest is tight from the amount of times you've tilled that field. You remove the shirt and wipe the sweat from your brow, and toss your shirt to the floor. As you do so, you signal to the barkeep with a wave and he knows just what you want. The barkeep gives a curt nod and begins to pour your usual order. As you wait a younger man walks up to you and sits down beside you. His hand instinctively cups your groin, and he gives you an all-knowing smirk as you feel yourself start to stiffen at his familiar warmth.

Do you indulge, or brush him off?

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