The Life of Koru, Chapter 9
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Peon was really concerned about Mulo. That morning, he had found him praying too much, looking really tired and desperate. He tried to find more information, but Mulo was evasive and withdrawn into his own world. At work he even got whipped a few times for perceived laziness.
In the end, when Peon and Mulo were alone carrying a tree trunk, Mulo told him what happened. He had had a dream about the koru in the afterlife. It was horrible. He saw how each koru suffered miserably for his sins.
Every slight mistake of a koru was punished a thousand times more in the afterlife.
Lazy koru, who had wasted even a minute of work, were sent to push gigantic boulders uphill under a rain of fire.
Liars, and that means even the smallest lies, were grinded into dust and thrown away in the wind.
Stealers, and that means even thinking about stealing, were boiled alive in a large cauldron.
All these images made Mulo reevaluate his life and realize that he had not been good enough as a slave. He had to strive harder, work more, bring more satisfaction to the Black Lords and never transgress.
"Ye're a helluva good worker already, Mulo. What ye talkin' about? I'se think ye be better than me!" Peon said.
"I'se don't think I'se am."
"Well, I'se think yer dream is shite and I'se need to talk to that holy fool of yer!"
"He be good. He be givin' me more dust if I'se bring him what he wants."
"More dust?"
"Yassuh."
And so the plan unraveled. The holy fool was using Mulo for various favors. Mulo had to bring him certain mushrooms from the jungle in exchange for that dust of his.
"Why do ye need that dust so much?" asked Peon.
"It be good dust, it show me the truth and the light."
The dust was actually a strong drug called zirikum, that only the koru consumed because it was very dangerous and of low quality. A single consumption was enough to make a koru strongly addicted and craving for more. The drug slowly eroded a koru's brain. After several consumptions, the koru had no more memories, no more capacity to resist their fate, the only thing they could do was work like dumb animals and be silent. Zirikum was strictly forbidden on plantations, but in the jungle the koru managed to prepare it because they had access to the needed mushrooms. And so it was that this holy fool who went by the strange name of Quaraquexal was able to preach his religion using the drug as a tool to access strange dreams and mystical visions.
Peon paid him a visit that same night.
"The fuck is wrong with ye and yer dust dreams?" Peon said.
"Silence, sinner!" Quaraquexal said. "Bow down to the dreams that lie in the dust!"
And with a snap of his fingers he summoned his personal slave whom he called Gub. Gub looked like he had consumed zirikum for quite some time. He was a completely subdued individual that seemed to have lost the ability to speak. Looking at him, Peon really feared about the fate of Mulo if he continued with the dust.
In his palms, Gub carried some of the precious dust and showed it to Peon. Mockingly, Peon took all that dust and rubbed it on his cock. Then, with a swift gesture, he pinned Quaraquexal down and started fucking him in the ass with his dusty cock.
"Oh, yeah!" Peon said. "See how ye dream now!"
"Curses, ye fucker! Curses upon curses! Ye shall not fuck the one who showeth the truth!"
"I'se can't hear ye from here, bud! Damn! That feel so good!"
It was the most comical sight to see Peon discipline the holy fool with a cock up his ass. Some of the forest koru were cheering the fact that the motherfucker was finally put in his place.
Only Mulo took some time to gather the dust that had fallen on the ground. He held it in his palm ready to snort it.
"Stop it!" Peon yelled at him. "Ye no longer sniff that shit!"
"He be hooked!" Quaraquexal laughed. "Nothing else ye can do!"
Mulo had indeed withdrawal symptoms. He had been enslaved by the substance. His body deeply craved the dust to make him dream again. Peon had to slap him, yell at him, shake his shoulders, only to make him find some better judgment. But then at night, when Mulo was sleeping on the ground he felt itches in his muscles, then chills, then he felt like trembling, a terrible tremble making his entire body shake.
"I'se can't take it anymore!" Mulo said gritting his teeth.
"Ye don't need that shit dust!" Peon tried to encourage him.
He took Mulo's body tightly into his embrace. Mulo's body was sweaty and cold like a wet fish. His cock had shrunken to the size of a larva, a pitiful nub of wrinkled skin -- he almost seemed cockless at that point!
Peon took the small dick in his hand and started rubbing it.
"Ye feel better if I'se do this?" he asked.
"Ugh... yessuh!" Mulo mumbled.
The blood started flowing back to the cock making it slowly return to its normal size, then Peon took the cock in his mouth. Mulo had never had his cock sucked by Peon before. Peon was the top dog after all. That night however, Peon's gesture seemed so natural, an act of care and friendship and love, that really spoke volumes about Peon's generosity.
Soothed by Peon's love and affection, Mulo fell asleep in Peon's arms.