"It wasn't my fault, really!" Tik argued, peeking back towards the massive man behind him. "I don't know, it must have just slipped or something!" He argued, though the man stood firm.
He'd heard it all before, if not from him, then from others in his shoes. He shook his head in disapproval, deciding to amuse him for just a moment. "It slipped off the shelf... and fell into your bag?" The guard asked sarcastically, clearly unamused by his antics.
"Ya! It happens all the time!" He argued his side, convinced that he could win him over.
"Does it now?" He asked, his voice low and accusatory now, a hint of a smirk spreading across his stone-cold face. "And how often would you say this happens to you?"
He laughed awkwardly, realizing his mistake. He figured right about now would be a good time to shut his mouth for a bit. He was in enough trouble as is and he really didn't need to dig himself a deeper hole.
He followed the guard down the dark dungeon corridor, flanked on either side with empty jail cells. He stopped in front of one before pulling a large keyring out of his pocket. Tik looked past the man as he flicked through the ring, fiddling with the large metal door every few seconds. It was a dark and depressing looking room, decorated only by the dirty cot that hung from the far wall. The grimy, windowless walls of the cell almost reminded him of a pit you'd throw someone down and forget about. The gravity of the situation finally dawned on him. Yes, he stole something, he'll admit that now, but did he really deserve something like this, just for a few little slip ups? The man swung the door open, its hinges squealing like a dying animal. He gestured towards the open cell, his new home for the time being, waiting for him to step into it on his own accord. Tik didn't move, he couldn't, he could only turn and look up towards the man, his eyes silently pleading for mercy.
The man scoffed, rolling his eyes. "It's only for two days." He reminded him for what must have been the tenth time by now. "We're really letting you off easy. You know that, right?" He nudged him into the room, his dramatics beginning to grade on him. He stumbled in, his fate now sealed. It was too late for him now, he'd die in this place, he could already see it. He turned towards him, the door already shut firmly behind him. "You know, if you hadn't tried to bite me I would have just let you off with a warning." He informed him, turning away from the downtrodden Kobold and walking further into the prison.
"Ya? Come here and I'll do it again..." He grumbled under his breath.
The rusted cot groaned under his meager weight as he sat on it, defeated. He shifted uncomfortably, testing its questionable construction. It sagged and squealed under his tiny Kobold frame, making him a bit self-conscious. Maybe he really shouldn't have stolen all those sweet rolls. Still, stuck here for two days for something so small was a bit of an overreaction.
He sighed, falling backwards onto his cot. He stared up at the ceiling, watching the water that dripped from between the cracked stone bricks. He sighed again, already growing bored and desperate. He closed his eyes, trying to find solace in his own mind instead. His memories of freedom, though fleeting since his violent and unjust incarceration, kept him going, pushing him onwards during this low point in his life.
He thought about his family, friends, home and hobbies, all these warming thoughts carrying him through the cold day. He laid like that for what must have been hours, only stirring once his stomach growled, hunger pangs hitting him hard. He looked towards the bars, expecting some sort of food tray to be lying on the floor, just like he'd read in his books, but to his surprise, he found the floor empty, only dirt and stale water decorating its dark surface. Had the guard really forgotten to feed him? Was he actually going to die in here? He could already feel his body withering away, his bright red scales losing their gorgeous luster. He got up, the cot creaking in protest at his sudden movements before stumbling over to the bars. He peered out, spotting the guard sitting at a table further down the corridor. The guard read some kind of book, seemingly oblivious to Tik's existence.
"Hey!" Tik yelled out towards him. "I think you forgot to feed me!" His voice was hoarse and desperate, scaly hands gripping the bars.
The guard sighed, visibly deflating in stature. "You've only been in there for ten minutes!" He yelled back, not taking his eyes off of his book. "Lunch is in a few hours!"
Ten minutes? He wouldn't survive another ten. He needed to get out, now, no matter the cost. He looked around for an exit, a crack in the security or an oversight during construction that he could exploit. There was nothing besides him and the smooth brick walls that surrounded him. He looked outwards, towards the guard. That was his only lifeline, one he would have to use to his fullest advantage.
"Can you come here?" He called out towards him again. The guard set down his book, looking down at the table in front of him. He massaged his temple with his fingers before standing up. The guard seemed eager to talk to him, something he could use to his advantage.
"What do you want?" The man asked as he drew closer to him.
Tik panicked a bit. He didn't actually have a plan, and was hardly expecting to make it this far so fast.
"I was wondering... Maybe you could let me out of here?" He asked. "I've learned my lesson, sir." He added, certainly sealing the deal.
The guard smirked, looking down at him. "You know I can't do that." He told him, turning to walk away again.
"Wait!" He yelled, startling the man. "Maybe there's something I can do to change your mind?" He asked, pulling down on his dirty prisoner garbs to expose his red, scaly shoulder. He wasn't exactly sure what he was doing, but he'd seen a Vellin woman do it once, and it apparently worked out for her. The guard stopped, crossing his arms and cocking an eyebrow at the Kobolds new brazen strategy.
"Y'know, bribery is illegal, right?" He asked, rhetorically of course, though that didn't stop him from blurting out the first thing that came to mind.
"What are you gonna do? Arrest me?" He asked, cackling at his own joke. "Besides, it seems to be working. You're still standing here, aren't you?" He teased, still not exactly sure of what he was doing.
The man sighed, running his hands through his hair. He could feel a headache coming on. He couldn't handle his stupidity anymore, and as long as he was stuck down here, he'd be stuck watching over him. He was already considering letting him go early because keeping him here just wasn't worth the effort. He wasn't much of a criminal, a public nuisance at best, but he still had to put his job first. He looked back at Tik, ready to share the bad news, only to find him grinding his small body against the bars, his rump swaying back and forth. It was another trick he'd picked up from one of the late-night taverns in town. He could feel his head pulse. The headache was here now, and with his constant yapping, it would stay until he was gone. At Least he would get some sort of payment for letting him go. Tik's eyes lit up when he reached for his keyring.
"You won't regret this!" He squealed happily.
"I already do." He mumbled, pushing the door open and letting the Kobold walk free.
He breathed in, stale air filling his lungs. He'd almost forgotten what freedom tasted like, damp and disappointing. He trailed behind the guard as he led him to the table he was seated at earlier, a bounce in Tik's step that he hadn't felt in a while. It was a small guards room, a table, chair and a few shelves with what looked like stale food for the prisoners. He stopped at the table, turning to face the Kobold. Tik could see him fiddling with his belt now, but he didn't pay him any mind as his eyes scanned the room around him.
"Have you ever done something like this before?" The guard asked absentmindedly, too focused on his pants to notice his wandering eyes. "With a human, I mean..." He added, his belt finally giving way.
He laughed. "With a human? No. I usually hang around other Kobolds." Tik told him, turning to face him. "Speaking of, what are we do-" His question was cut short when he came face to face with his cock. He took a surprised step back, his heart jumping in his chest.
"Backing out?" The man asked, somewhat disappointed. "Listen, if you don't want to, I can just let-"
"No!" Tik yelled a bit louder than he meant to. He wasn't exactly gay, maybe a bit curious, but not gay. Even so, he couldn't go back in and was willing to do anything to leave this place. He composed himself before taking a weary step forward. "No, it's fine. You just took me off guard." He told him. Was this really what that Vellin had to deal with?
Tik had never seen a Human penis before. The thing was large and grotesque looking, covered in a layer of veiny skin. It was nothing like the sleek, smooth elegance of his own penis. Still, he heard so many good things about it from the other Kobolds who had tried this forbidden fruit before. He took him into his small hands, squeezing his member experimentally. It was soft but grew bigger the more he tugged at it, the throbbing organ becoming long and firm in his hands until it could stand on its own. The guard stared down at him as he toyed with it, arms folded in front of him. Tik pulled his foreskin back, watching it move back and forth over his tip with every pull. The man sighed, sneaking a worried glance at the entrance behind him.
