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Chapter 3
She let up on his testicle, and he gasped for air. He wanted to double over, but the rod in his ass kept him upright.
“Oh shit!” Kao turned her horse and headed back towards her troops. “Prepare-” Her words were cut short by a bullet that ripped through her right shoulder, sending her somersaulting to the ground where her head slammed against a boulder.
Tarak was defenseless. He tried to remain brave, as he awaited the bullet which was meant for him. He heard Kao's lieutenants yelling back and forth in between the bursts of gunfire. He knew the royal forces, with their bow and arrows, would be no match for the automatic gunfire. Slowly, the number of voices he heard barking orders dwindled to complete silence.
Tarak turned his horse to see his fellow prisoner walking freely towards him, albeit naked. He had managed to remove his posture collar but still walked with the stretcher around his balls. He was followed closely by his four surviving troops who had conducted the ambush. The royal military had done better than Tarak had imagined.
It took some effort, but Tarak was finally extricated from the intrusive phallus which had tortured him for so long. He was helped down to rest against a fallen tree.
“Major, this is the best we could do,” one of the troops offered to his naked superior officer. The nude solder quickly donned the pants and boots. He huddled with his troops, sending them away for reinforcements. He was left alone with Tarak and a motionless Kao.
“Is she dead?” Tarak finally asked, still shaken from the ride.
“No, she's out cold, but she's alive. For now. What unit were you with? How long have you been held captive?
“They captured me about six months ago. I was with the South Mountain Rangers,” Tarak lied, thinking of a viable bio as quickly as he could.
“What's your name and rank, soldier?”
“Lance Corporeal Bale, Major.”
The major sat beside Tarak. “We were tipped off that the mighty General Kao would be leading an expedition into the prairie lands. I acted as the decoy to be taken prisoner but I never expected to be put through all that. Thanks for helping me get through it. I want to have you reassigned to my division.
“I'm going to make you my personal assistant,” he said, lightly touching Tarak's half hard cock. “And what's this band on your cock for?”
“Umm...it keeps me from cuming. That way one male can be used by all of the women.” Tarak was stunned by everything the major had just said. He didn't know what to question first. “You said you were tipped off?”
“Hmm? Oh, yeah.” The major had become fully distracted with the naked boy beside him. “I could use a boy with your skills.”
Tarak was shocked. The major was only a few years older, but spoke to him as though he were far superior.
Kao began to regain consciousness. She felt the searing pain in her shoulder, but as she lifted her head, chards of pain shot through her neck and skull. She had nearly sat upright when a booted foot pushed her back down.
“Don't try to move, bitch. Don't worry. Your pain won't last long. I just wanted you to wake up so you could see who it was who killed you. I'd like to slit your throat right now, but it sounds like Lance Corporeal Bale, here, has first dibs,” the major said, handing the unsheathed blade to Tarak.
“Don't you fucking dare,” Kao seethed.
“He's mine now. See?” The major pointed to Tarak's erection.
Tarak took the knife in hand, stared at the sharp deadly blade and stared back at Kao. He took a deep breath.
“I've sworn my devotion.” He looked back at the major, still sitting at his side, and without any expression, rammed the blade deep into the soldier's exposed chest, piercing his heart. The major died immediately with an expression of shock left on his face.
“I swore my allegiance to you, General Kao. I belong to you,” Tarak confirmed, dropping the knife.
Kao took a few seconds to let the scene settle in. She truly didn't see it playing out this way, but was thankful. This was not fake devotion. He was sincere.
Tarak continued, “We'll have to move fast. He sent for reinforcements to make a counter strike. He said he had been tipped off to the attack. The rest of our troops are dead. I think we have only two good horses left: mine and one of your lieutenant's over there.”
Kao dispatched him to collect the horse and any supplies he could find. Tarak found the first aid kit and patched up his new owner as best he could. He helped her to her feet and onto her new mount.
The young male was about to mount his own steed when he realized it still bore the phallus. He hesitated and glanced to Kao.
“We don't have time to change saddles. You're a royal male. You're my royal male. You can endure it.”
“As you wish, ma'am.” With newfound confidence, Tarak slowly slid himself down the phallic intrusion. Somehow it wasn't as bad this time. Maybe it was because he had been stretched. Maybe it was because he was doing it for her, not because of her. It still took his breath, but it also gave him his own erection. Kao smiled. That too, belonged to her.
They rode off together at a full gallop. Tarak left the last bulb not only stretch his anus but also make his hard cock stream precum. They continued on for nearly an hour before slowing. They returned to the royal mansion by nightfall where they were Kao received the necessary medical attention.
Tarak removed himself from the mounted dildo, which garnered the attention of the slaves as well as his mother and sisters.
His mother could see that he had been through a lot that day. “Come with me, boy, and we'll get you cleaned up.”
Tarak resisted his mother's offer of care. “No, my queen. I'm fine. I belong to Kao now, and she needs protection. Someone tipped off the rebels to our campaign. I think they wanted Kao dead and they might still try to kill her. I can't let that happen.”
He didn't wait for a response. He took the wet towel from a slave and wiped himself off as he followed Kao to the medical wing in the royal compound. He realized that his balls were still bound, swinging from thigh to thigh. He did feel some residual pain in his nuts, but it was put there by Kao, and he was proud to feel it.
The junior slave who had dressed him only 24 hours before ran after Tarak to give him his royal skirt as he stood guard beside Kao, his cock at full attention.
“No,” Tarak said, waving the slave away. “I'm her slave now and this is all she has given me to wear.” Tarak said proudly, referring to the ball stretcher etched with her initials.
The End
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