Assassins After Dark

Assassins After Dark, Part Two

By

Mark James

“You got a name?” Yahsi said to Jasari when the boys got downstairs.

“Forget his fucking name. Hurry up ,” Taj said. His voice was tinged with hysteria. “Don't let him come and find us standing around flapping our lips at the new bitch. We're already in it for thirty lashes.”

“He never gives us thirty,” Reya said, pushing his dark brown hair back from the tawny skin of his smooth face.

Taj whirled on the boy. “Shut up. He will if he hears you.”

The door opened and Valak walked into the slave quarters. Taj looked around at him, frozen in the act of taking off his tunic. All the boys froze, their eyes riveted on Valak.

Reya's confidence crumbled like wet sand. Did Valak hear him? Oh Gods, please – don't let it be .

Ten pair of eyes watched Valak take off his tunic. He only did that when he planned to work up a sweat. His lean, muscled chest sloped down to his flat belly, ridged with muscle.

“Finish bathing,” he said. “Take a bath Jasari.”

The slave quarters was basically a big square hole that had been carved out of the stone underneath the whorehouse. Valak let the whores put up silks on the black walls and he'd bought them cushions that added bright splashes of color that did nothing to push back the gloom of the stone darkness the boys lived in.

Candles, lit by the whores when they came down, burned around the room, making more shadow than light. In the clusters of candlelight that danced along the black walls, nervous strain showed on the boys' faces as they undressed.

In one corner of the room, three round holes had been scooped out of the floor so long ago that the stone was worn smooth with age. A pump stood on the edge of each round hole. The baths were filled with cold water and the boys stripped quietly, getting ready to bathe. Bath time was usually noisy, filled with gossip from the night before and the boys' laughter. But today they were quiet and solemn. They shot quick glances across the room at Valak, as if they hoped he'd disappear like a bad dream.

The far corner of the stone room, opposite the door, was the Devotion Corner. A life size statue of Zah Nar, God of slaveboys, stood there. A stone slaveboy knelt on all fours, on a stone altar, in front of Zah Nar. The God's hands were clamped down tight on the boy's hips, caught in the act of thrusting his great stone cock into the slaveboy's ass. The muscles in his arms flexed, standing out in thick cords of strain. The boy's mouth was stretched into a silent scream. His face was a study in pain and fear. “To Suffer is to Serve” was carved into the stone pedestal that supported Zah Nar and the worshipping boy.

A dark wooden table, Zah Nar's altar, stood in front of the pedestal that supported Zah Nar's statue. The table had a hump in the middle that was just the right height for a boy to bend over and lift his ass to a man's cock or a waiting whip. Manacles were built into the table on opposite sides of the rising bulge, two on each side.

Valak sat on the edge of the altar. On the wall to his left, a series of metal hooks stuck out of the wall. A collection of whips, canes, floggers and slave plugs hung there. Valak chose a short, bamboo cane from the wall.

“When you're bathed, come over here,” Valak said to the whores. “No tunics. Someone find Jasari something to put on.”

Taj came first and knelt with his legs spread wide, his hands behind his back. Between his legs, his pierced cock hung limp and useless. The rest of the boys came one at a time until a half moon formed with Valak and the altar in the middle. Jasari stood back, in a tunic far too big for him.

“To me boy,” Valak said, looking at him and pointing to the floor beside the altar.

Valak stood up from his place on the edge of the altar and paced in front of the boys. His lithe, lean body had the smooth grace of a sleek panther on the prowl, or an assassin on the hunt. His black hair was pulled back in a round, silver tube.

“I'm good to you whores. Diogo says, ‘punish the bitches'. I don't. I stand up for you. I tell him you're good whores,” Valak said in his hoarse, grating voice. “You bitches embarrassed me.”

He stopped in front of them and snapped his fingers.

“Nisha.”

The boy hurried forward and knelt at his feet, looking up at him. Valak looked down into his sultry blue-grey eyes. They sparkled with unshed tears like perfect, round jewels.

“Why did you refuse a man last night?”

Nisha parted his lips to speak, but only a thin whimper came out. He tried again.

“Please Sir. I already had four men. It hurts us so much to get fucked,” Nisha said.

His light pink lips trembled so badly, it was hard to get the words out.

“I'm sorry Sir. I didn't know. You tell us four – I – I - should have come to you. Please don't sell me,” he finished, almost too low to be heard.

Valak looked down at the boy whore's tear stained face without pity.

“If a man wants your ass and ten men already used you, and your ass hurts so bad you feel like screaming, show me what you do bitch,” he said.

The boy bent over right away and lifted a tight, round ass that was every man's dream. He spread his legs and lifted his hips like Valak had trained him to do, so his pink hole showed.

“Why didn't you do that last night? You're my whore. You obey me.”

“I'm sorry Sir. Please,” the boy begged, “please don't sell me.”

Valak brought the cane down on the boy's ass, hard. Nisha cried out, but he knew better than to put his ass down.

Behind Valak, beside the altar, Jasari cringed. He knew what it felt like to get hit like that.

“Fucking whore,” Valak said. A look of irritated impatience crossed his face.

He paced in the gloom of the dim candle light, passing each kneeling boy so close they smelled his sweat. He hung his head, like a man in prayer.

The slaveboys waited in silent fear. Their naked bodies gleamed with a thin sheen of sweat in the cool air of their dungeon home. Nisha cried softly into the carpet. A thick red welt had already risen on his creamy ass.

Valak stopped in front of the whores, looking down at their frightened faces.

“What's the punishment for disobeying a man?”

None of the whores answered. On days like this, it was best not to speak until spoken to. By name.

“Reya,” Valak said.

The boy raised his hazel eyes to Valak.

“Thirty lashes for disobedience to a man Sir,” the whore said in a trembling whisper.

“I will never sell you.” Valak said each word with slow deliberation. “But if you disobey my rules, you'll get no mercy from me.”

“Diogo would sell us in a blink for a profit,” Taj murmured to Yahsi under his breath.

Valak turned on his heel so quick, he was a blur. “Not unless he thought it was a good day to die,” Valak said, standing over Taj.

For a brief moment, Taj saw a hard, flat shine in Valak's eyes that frightened him badly. Had Diogo had been there, he would have known that look - cutter's eyes . The boy's bladder went all soft and loose inside him. A tiny trickle of piss was all that escaped his cock, but only because reserves were low. Otherwise he might have capped this nightmare day by spraying piss all over Valak's trousers.

“No one messes with my bitches,” Valak said. “Diogo's Bahari, but I'm a fucking God when it comes to you whores.”

He looked at Taj. “You talked in line. Don't piss me off today bitch.”

Valak glanced over at the altar and saw Jasari cringing beside the big wooden table. He looked back at Valak with dark green eyes full of fear.

“Come here bitch,” he said, motioning the boy to him.

Jasari hurried to him and knelt at his feet, his eyes on Valak's boots.

“Take a good look at my whores. They're scared ‘cause they think they're getting a beating. But they're not.”

“They're not Sir?”

“No,” the assassin said, looking at the boy whores.

The whores cringed. They knew what was coming. Every boy at Valak's feet would have gladly taken a whipping rather than endure the punishment they knew was coming.

“Tonight, in the whorehouse, they'll each give their ass to eight men, instead of four.”

The whores all looked at Valak with the horror of condemned men.

“Please Sir - ” Taj started to say.

But Valak whirled and sliced the cane through the air, stopping inches from Taj's naked back.

“You say something bitch?” Valak said, looking down at the boy with darkly furious eyes.

Taj swallowed hard. “No Sir,” the boy said, almost too low to hear.

“If something like this happens again,” he said, looking into each boy's eyes, “I'll lock the door to upstairs. You'll spend one moon locked in down here in the dark when you're not serving. No torches. No fucking candles.”

Jasari looked around in disbelief. He couldn't imagine this stone room without any light. It would be like sleeping in a tomb.

“There's no windows down here Sir,” Jasari said quietly. “It'll be black as coal with no candles.”

“That's right bitch, you can't see your hand in front of your face without candlelight down here,” Valak said, looking at the boy whores.

“Please,” Taj said. “Gods. Don't Sir.”

“Don't lock us up,” Reya said miserably, “please Sir.”

“I can make things real bad for you. You know that don't you?” Valak said.

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The whores all knew that if Valak locked them up in darkness, there would be no begging or pleading with him. He was God in their universe; a merciful God with a wickedly hard streak, more real to them than any stone statue.

“Don't fuck with me,” Valak said, bringing the cane down hard on the altar next to him.

Beside him, Jasari cringed and ducked his head. Upstairs, in the world of light, eight bells rang.

“Go to sleep. No talking. It's late,” Valak said to the whores.

He looked down at the boy kneeling beside him. “You're coming to my furs.”

The boy dropped his eyes, but not before he saw the bulge in Valak's trousers.

“Yes Sir.”

Jasari waited by the altar while the boys slipped into their furs. Valak locked the door that led upstairs and went around the dark stone chamber, lighting fat, midnight blue candles with three wicks each. He didn't like his boys to wake up in the dark, frightened. When he was done, Valak stood in the middle of the furs, looking around at his whores.

“I better not hear that anyone takes this out on Nisha. You were all new once. You all made mistakes.” He bent the cane in his hands, looking around at them. “Besides, you whores don't want me to settle anything that comes up, do you?”

They all shook their heads.

“No Sir,” Reya said quietly.

“Come on bitch,” Valak said to Jasari.

The boy followed him to his rooms.

Jasari hesitated in the pitch blackness of Valak's rooms. The assassin lit a candle, then took off his tunic. The boy waited for him to light more, but only the lone candle pushed back the heavy darkness of the room that felt like a stone cave with it's curved walls and low ceiling.

Valak stripped out of his trousers and stood stroking his hard cock, looking down at the slaveboy. Jasari waited on his knees, beside the furs, unsure what he was supposed to do.

“Get on all fours and service me,” Valak said to the scared boy. “And you better do it good. That cane ain't gone nowhere,” Valak said, grabbing the boy's hair and pushing his face down into his crotch.

Jasari licked up and down Valak's thick cock with agonizing slowness, sliding his hot tongue all the way down to his balls, then back up to the engorged head of his fat cock. The bitch was on his hands and knees, his round ass sticking out while he serviced Valak.

“Move that bitch ass around while you suck me,” he said.

Valak watched the boy's ass writhe sensually and sway slowly from side to side while he pleasured his cock with his incredibly hot mouth. Jasari slid his wet tongue across Valak's balls in slow circles, then opened his mouth and took his ball sack between his soft lips, running his tongue over his balls inside his mouth. Valak groaned softly in pleasure.

“Fuck, you got a hot tongue,” the assassin said.

He pulled the boy's hair and forced his head back. “Open your bitch mouth.”

The boy's ruby lips parted and he took Valak's cock deep down his throat, until he nearly choked on it. Valak twined both hands deep into the boy's hair, holding his face still. He looked down at the boy's gyrating ass while he fucked his face, pumping his fat cock slow and deep into the boy's mouth, choking Jasari on nearly every stroke.

“Look at me,” Valak said.

Jasari obeyed. Unshed tears filled his dark green eyes.

“Moan for me,” Valak said to him. “Moan like a desperate gutter whore. And keep moving that ass.”

The boy started moaning softly around Valak's cock, moving his round ass, taking Valak deep down his throat. The boy's soft red lips were stretched tight around his pumping cock, his cheeks hollow, as he struggled to please Valak. The sight of tears on the boy's face while he moaned and serviced him drove him crazy.

“That's it,” Valak said, riding the boy's mouth. “That's what a bitch is good for. To pleasure a man's cock.”

Looking down at the slaveboy on all fours, moaning and sucking his cock and moving his tight round ass like a whore made Valak unbearably hot. He wanted nothing more than to come in the boy's hot mouth. He slid his cock in and out fucking the boy's face hard, making him take every inch of him.

“Oh yeah, bitch, that's it, take it deep,” Valak said, rocking his hips in pleasure, driving his throbbing cock hard down the boy's throat.

Jasari moaned in pain with every hard thrust, but he didn't pull away or struggle with Valak. Instead the boy looked up at him with fear in his eyes, scared that Valak would cane him if he didn't pleasure his cock the way he liked.

“Oh fuck,” Valak said, and grabbed Jasari's face in both hands, stroking harder and faster into his mouth. After a while, moaning and panting, Valak drove his cock deep into the boy's mouth and clenched his teeth, groaning as his cock exploded and jetted come down the slaveboy's throat.

“You're a hot fuck, boy,” Valak said, pulling out of Jasari's mouth. He lay back in his furs.

“You want me to go sleep with the other boys Sir?” Jasari said, looking down at the floor.

Valak was about to send the boy to the slave quarters when he realized something. He didn't want Jasari to go. He wanted the boy next to him, in his furs. He didn't quite understand why, but he wanted to wake up with the bitch next to him tonight.

“No,” Valak said. “Come up here. You sleep with me.”

The boy slid into the furs next to him. Valak's heavy eyes closed almost immediately, and he drifted off to sleep. A while later, the boy woke him, whimpering softly in his sleep, as if outrunning a nightmare monster.

He moaned in terror, tossing his head back and forth. Valak pulled the boy into his arms and ran a gentle hand through his hair until Jasari settled.

After that the assassin lay looking up into the darkness, holding the boy, but it was a long time before sleep claimed him again.

To be continued . . .