The Life of Koru

By Doren Grey

Published on Nov 7, 2024

Bisexual

The Life of Koru, Chapter 53

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Ashtray was a very loyal slave who always stood at the heels of his Master. He felt a mystical trip of emotions every time Sir Grandio burnt his hide with the cigar. The touch of his Massa was elevating, ecstatic, but also damaging. He was full of such burns, so he was not very handsome. No matter how much he tried to wash his hide, Ashtray still smell of tobacco.

That day, the mobster king Sir Grandio entrusted him with the task of luring the Checkered Man into a trap.

Hogtied in the middle of the plantation, Ashtray had to yell:

"Help! Help! I'se need someone to save me! Help! Help! Fickity help!"

It didn't take long before the Checkered Man was seen flying in the sky and he said:

"Fear not, creature unfavored by fate! I have come to rescue you!"

As soon as he descended from the sky, koru guards jumped from the bushes, throwing nets and spears, shooting arrows, and swinging slings. Black gangsters emerged from their hideouts shooting their machine guns. A voodoo priest started performing some voodoo incantations.

The Checkered Man activated his shield, a gigantic energy sphere that deflected any sort of attack. He gritted his teeth as he struggled to contain the immense power surging through him. The force was so overwhelming that it caused an explosion, scattering debris and leaving everything in ruins. All the guards and gangsters were forced to fall to the ground. Amidst the dust and ruins, the Checkered Man emerged unscathed.

Sir Grandio was very angry seeing this, so he jumped in front of the superhero to confront him personally:

"Checkered Man, let us settle our differences in a peaceful way! I invite you to one of my casino nights! We aren't playing on money, but on slaves, so you have a chance to win some of them and, who knows, maybe give them rights and freedom. I assure you that you will be safe and away from danger while you are my guest!"

The Checkered Man thought a while about this, then said:

"It's a deal!"


Master Eamon, Miss Amara and Peon disembarked from Duskwraith's boat in the province of Venezuela-Guyana, where they were unlikely to be pursued by Master Reginald's henchmen and the Brazilian police. Venezuela-Guyana was a well-developed chic region, renowned for its bustling commerce and strategic position in the Caribbean.

"We thank you so much for bringing us here!" Miss Amara told Duskwraith and Umbralith.

Peon thanked them as well:

"Thank ye, suhs! Thank ye very much, suhs!"

The two shadow specters smiled and vanished into the abyss. Master Eamon grabbed Peon's shoulders and told him:

"The past is the past, boy! Now I am your Master and you will refer to me as such!"

"Yessuh, Massa, suh!" Peon said and kissed Master Eamon's boots.

Master Eamon was a rich fugitive. He had a sack full of gold, that he stole from the tower. Peon had to carry this sack on his back and he could really carry a lot. Nevertheless, wealth was easily lost in Venezuela-Guyana, due to the many thieves and the high prices, so Master Eamon couldn't afford to waste time. Most of the day, he acted as a street entertainer, having Peon perform for money in front of the public -- dances, acrobatics, but the most popular number was Peon shitting gold.

Peon stuffed his ass with gold pieces when the public couldn't see him and then released them on the ground as part of the number.

"Wow!" the public exclaimed. "How did he do that? Does he really shit gold?"

"Ta-daa!" was the only thing that Master Eamon answered.

At one point, Master Eamon decided to join a circus.

There was a big circus in the region and it was ruled by a short individual called Dwarfissimo.

Despite his small stature, Dwarfissimo commanded an imposing presence, due to his confident demeanor and his resounding voice. His unwavering determination had a remarkable effect, taming even the wildest animals with ease. But the creature that he dominated the most was the koru.

"A koru who shits gold?" Dwarfissimo said. "Come on! You can't be serious!"

"It's true!" Master Eamon said. "Do you want to wager 10 shillings? Peon, come here, boy, show this gentleman how you can shit gold! Come on!"

"Yessuh, Massa, suh!" Peon said.

He arrived a little bit shy, clutching his buttocks together to keep the golden pieces inside his ass. He crouched in a shitting position and started pushing. It looked very realistic, he grunted and panted like a true shitter.

"AAAH!" Peon yelled.

A clump of gold fell, then another one, then a third one, as if they were golden shits.

Dwarfissimo was very surprised.

"Now, well done, boy! I've never seen this trick before!"

"Alright, 10 shillings!" Master Eamon said. "Because I won the wager!"

"Okay, here you go! This was really fun to watch! Can the boy do other tricks?"

"Well of course he can! My boy can suck his own cock!"

He could only suck the tip. Peon could touch the tip of his penis with his mouth if he bent his body to a very demanding position. It was really entertaining to watch him lick the tip of his penis and take his own cockhead into his mouth.

"This boy is really suited to working in a circus. He will be the sensation of the night!" Dwarfissimo said.

"You haven't seen it all yet! He can climb ropes and poles and do all sorts of acrobatic moves and dances!"

"I am sure he can! His physique makes him ready for it!"

"He can swallow a lot of things, both with his throat and his ass!"

"Damn!"

"And he can wrestle wild animals!

"I have a stage name for this boy: Slave Do-it-all! He basically does everything you tell him to do!"

"As every koru slave should!"


Beaten again and again, Mulo still refused to betray the Black Empire. Love was stronger than pain. He was full of bruises and cuts but loyalty to the Black Lords ran deeper than any superficial wound.

He did learn however that projecting an air of defiance only earned him additional lashes. He tried to look humble, avoiding eye contact or any gesture that might provoke his captors.

He even went as far as to learn a word in Arabic, "maa'" which meant "water". He uttered this word in a begging voice whenever his thirst became unbearable, his parched lips clinging to the hope offered by this magical word.

Sometimes he was shown mercy and a Caliphate soldier brought him a small, life-saving cup.

"Here boy! I'se give ye some water! Maa'!"

"Thank ye, suh!" Mulo said.

"In Arabic you say: Shukran sayyidi!" the Caliphate koru taught him.

And with this, Mulo's Arabic vocabulary tripled!

Next: Chapter 54


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