The Life of Koru, Chapter 67
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As Mulo and Gryf continued their work in the mine, they interacted more and more with their overseer Honcho, whom they started to consider a friend. He even showed them his locked cock.
Never before had Mulo seen a cock so tightly packed and he had seen a lot of cocks.
"Ye may think that having yer pecker locked this way is a bad thing, but it's not!" Honcho said. "It's a blessing... I'se no longer sin with muh flesh!"
"But ye can still fuck with yer club!" Gryf noticed.
"That's another thing. This club was given to me by muh Massa, so when I'se fuck with it, it's like muh Massa fucks, not me!"
"That's deep..." Gryf said.
"Muh Massa is the greatest Arab Lord I'se ever seen, trust me! He have a big cock that I'se sucked, almost as big as this club!"
"Wow!" Mulo said.
"Can ye convince yer Massa to give some cock to this bitch here," Gryf said pointing to Mulo, "so she don't wow at every cock she hear about?"
"Hey!" Mulo said with his fist clenched, showing his anger.
"Calm down, boys!" Honcho said. "Nobody gets to suck muh Massa's cock, because ye're not worthy! Ye're filthy infidels! Fuckin' filthy infidels!"
The part about filthiness was very true. Both Mulo and Gryf were coated in grime to the point where you could only see their eyes.
This was basically the uniform of the mine slaves and they were never taking it down.
So Mulo and Gryf continued working, trying not to anger Honcho because he carried the club.
Sometimes during the night, Gryf grabbed Mulo's cock tightly into his fist and started squeezing:
"Imagine yer cock were locked in a cage, boy! This how it would feel!"
"Noo! Noo!" Mulo moaned.
These sounds of protest only made Gryf tighten his grip.
When flaccid, Mulo's cock was spongy and malleable, so it could be compressed into a small nub with the right amount of pressure. Gryf squeezed it as if it were a worthless worm, as if it were nothing. When he opened his palm, Mulo's shrunk cock looked insignificant, a pitiful larva covered in dirt.
"Hah!" Gryf laughed. "This is how yer cock should be, boy!"
It took several minutes before Mulo's cock went back to the normal size.
Sir Jared tried to be as good of a friend to Governor Hayatudeen as possible. He knew the old man would soon retire and would pass on the prestigious position as Governor of Brazil to one of his trusted allies, preferably his son-in-law.
Sir Jared showered Governor Hayatudeen with gifts and niceties, to the point where one would mistakenly believe that the Governor was his spouse and not Faraja. His relentless attention and generosity were all part of a calculated effort.
That morning, Sir Jared joined Governor Hayatudeen to the slave pens to see the koru studs on Governor Hayatudeen's plantation.
Governor Hayatudeen had some of the best koru. These apes were the envy of Brazil. They stood there like prize bulls with their cocks erect and dripping, showing their unrestrained virility. Their muscles, forged through years of hard labor, covered their bodies like slabs of hardened meat, glistening under a thick patina of sweat. Veins and cords bulged out in stark relief highlighting the raw power within their bodies. Yet despite their ruggedness, there was something harmonious in the interplay of muscles flexing together. These koru were quite handsome and their bodies had the right proportions, just like some statues from Ancient Greece. They were no statues though, they were slaves, and their meek humble faces reflected that.
"What's your name, boy?" Sir Jared addressed a muscular koru.
"Mazo, suh!"
"And what age are you?"
"Twenty-two, suh!"
"Listen, boy, I want you to call me Massa Jared from now on, because I am your Massa's son-in-law. Do you get that, boy?"
"Yessuh, Massa Jared suh!"
"If you like him that much, then why not take him to the house as a butler?" Governor Hayatudeen said.
"No, no!" Jared said. "I only want him outside to be my hunting dog!"
He intended to keep this muscular stud away from Faraja's chamber, lest he become the new Tucky.
"Mazo, come and show me how you can jump over a fence!" Sir Jared said.
"Yessuh, Massa Jared suh!"
Mazo was eager to show his physical prowess. He could jump over low fences of about 1.5 meters without even touching them, his agility and strength evident in every leap. For higher fences of almost 2 meters, he needed to use his hands.
Sir Jared tested Mazo's ability to jump over fences of different heights that were present in the courtyard for exactly this purpose -- testing a slave. He wanted a good hunting dog that could run a lot through the fields and the forests, unhindered by obstacles and fast enough to match the speed of his horse. Mazo seemed prepared to match these requirements.
"Mazo, fetch!" Sir Jared said throwing a stick away.
Like a trained dog, Mazo registered the fall of the stick and darted after it to retrieve it. Sir Jared was very satisfied to see Mazo return with the stick in his mouth, after which the slave fell on his knees in front of Sir Jared and waited patiently.
"You will never see such well-trained apes anywhere else in the Empire, hah!" Governor Hayatudeen bragged.
Later that day, Sir Jared had dinner together with Governor Hayatudeen, Mrs. Faraja and the Governor's mother, Mrs. Nefertari, who seemed to be there all the time on a visit. Sir Jared didn't like the old lady at all. She kept staring at Sir Jared with a mysterious look, as if she could read his soul, her penetrating gaze making him increasingly uncomfortable.
"I heard you just found a new hunting dog!" Mrs. Nefertari said. "Call it a coincidence but last night I saw a comet in the Hunting Dogs constellation!"
"Umm... yeah..." Sir Jared mumbled. "Can you please pass the salt?"
"You have a new hunting dog?" Mrs. Faraja said.
"Yes, I have, but it's better if you don't see him, sweetie! Buck-naked apes from the plantation are too primitive and vulgar for a refined lady like you to see! They also smell!"
"Yuck!" Faraja said. "And their cocks are always up!"
"Faraja, please! We're trying to eat!" Governor Hayatudeen protested.
"I always see an abundant upward koru cock as an advantageous symbol!" Mrs. Nefertari said. "It's linked to the sign of earth and the horn of plenty!"