They Found Me

They found me, alone in the desert. I still don't know how I got there or where I came from. But I remember a different life. I remember having electricity, fresh water, clean, air conditioned homes. This, this place was hell. When I woke up here, he was there. He held my head in his hand; he stayed over me and made sure I was okay. Toravn was the leader of this group of wanderers. He took me under his wing and protected me from the hungry eyes of the others. They all wanted to know who I was, if I came from somewhere better, they wanted me to be their harbinger of salvation. But I couldn't give them anything, I had nothing of my own, indeed I barely had the scraps of clothing Torvan provided me. Corbin was second in command. He stayed with me when Torvan couldn't be there. We were close; we were both under Torvan's personal care.

Our band of lost souls roamed the desert jumping from one settlement to the next. We would trade, talk of politics, and learn anything we could to try to piece together a sense of the past. Any history that could be squeezed from nostalgic items from a time long forgotten was so valued and yet useless. I was always at Torvan's side; he often held his arm around my waist showing me the ways of this new order and allowed me to tag along when he spoke with other tribe leaders.

Corbin and I were allowed much leeway in the strangers' settlements from Torvan's authority. We took small things, plastic toys that fascinated but utterly confused us. Items that meant something to another time, meant probably for one purpose that could never be deciphered by just the appearance of the thing. Corbin once found an incredible floor length brown leather coat. It was embossed with swirling beautiful designs as if it had been carved.

Finally I was told that these items that we had been toying with and ever confused by were not from a time that I thought was merely 20 years past but were in actuality 400 years gone. I was suddenly overcome by the sense that everyone I ever knew, that my entire identity was from that era 400 years ago. That I was so far removed from any sort of familiarity and comfort; that I would never be...found.

I dropped to the floor, huddled up, hugging my knees and rocking in a slow panic. Torvan was there, strong and quiet. He knew the impact this would have on me and he was there to break it, harshly and firmly. He didn't wrap an arm around my shoulder he didn't' shush my fears as if I were a small child. Instead he stood very close to me and unfastened his pants. He gently held my head the same way he did when he found me, and eased his cock straight into my mouth. Around my tears I could feel the slow firm force of his hand on the back of my head pushing in toward his own body. He pulled back slightly and I looked up into his eyes. I saw my beautiful leader, his blonde hair his striking blue eyes and his expression was stern and commanding. He knew that controlling me this way was the only way to comfort me. He knew and he pushed even harder, pushed all the way. I could feel my mouth and my throat being completely filled and this time when he pulled back it was only so that he could work himself deeper. And it felt good. My leader, my master had me in his hands he filled me completely and would never let me be lost. He pushed and pushed driving my lips all the way down and forcing my throat wider.

When Torvan loosened the pressure I slowly sucked backward. I loved him for commanding me like that and I looked up to see that he was pleased with me. My heart fluttered; all I could think about was how I could possibly make him happy again. As if to display why he was so pleased with me, he turned to Corbin who had gotten on his own knees to watch closely. I realized that Corbin was jealous as a child might be jealous of a beloved sibling who had taken all the attention. Torvan offered his cock to Corbin who eagerly took it into his own mouth. Corbin's right hand went up to Torvan's hip while his left reached out to me and I grasped it with my own. But I noticed my master's face was watching me, with one lifted eyebrow he directed a question to me. I looked at Corbin repeatedly going down on his dick and wincing at the end of each stroke but he never was able to get Torvan's entirety into his mouth. And now I understood, I would be his new favorite. Corbin's fervor, which increased in desperation, could never match my skill.

I arched my back and lowered my chin and I gazed up at Torvan as he slowly retracted from Corbin and thrust with stunning, sudden force all the way to the back of my throat. I was abruptly aware of my hand in Corbin's tightening, I could feel the ache of my knees grinding into the unforgiving tile floor, I could feel my chest expand with the last bit of air I could get in before Torvan's huge dick blocked all breath. And he came. Without warning a great torrent of white hot liquid filled my throat and my mouth and my head was still being held tightly against the firmness of his hips. A great flush spread over my body my free hand shot up to grasp Torvan's leg as I desperately tried to swallow. I was vaguely aware of Corbin's grip tightening and the sound of him inhaling as I focused on the futile contractions of my throat. Torvan thrust one last time deeper than he had before and my throat was again coated with his glorious, fiery cum.

This time Torvan threw my head back and I caught a glimpse of his elation before I let myself fall backward limp on the floor. Corbin's hand never left mine and he was pulled over on top of me as I fell. Torvan nodded to Corbin. I watched my leader, my love as he relaxed, leaning against the wall slowly refastening his pants. Corbin took both of my hands and stretched them above my head pressing my wrists into the cold tile. Straddled over me with hungry eyes I delighted in the purely erotic sensation of his hands dragging down my arms and across my chest. His fingers fumbled at the collar of my shirt then he suddenly ripped it apart and grasped my naked body. Corbin's large hands held tightly onto my sides and pushed upward till he cupped my breasts, one in each hand. Our eye contact broke as he lowered his face to tickle my nipple with his lips. I looked to Torvan pleading and questioning what was going on and he looked past my eyes at the whole scene serenely watching. Suddenly, Corbin bit down slightly and a scream escaped my already tormented throat. I looked back down at him to see his eyes grow wild and his hands reached down and roughly pulled off my shorts.

I wanted to reach down, to protect my naked body from his gaze but he had placed my hands above my head with an unspoken dare to keep them there. Corbin wanted me to be helpless because that's what Torvan wanted and so I remained exposed and at Corbin's mercy. I shuttered as Corbin's cold fingers slowly intentionally wandered down the center line of my body from my belly button down to my clit. His freezing touch opened me and stretched me from inside. My back arched and raised off the chilled tile, my lungs filled with air desperately gasped as Corbin, my friend, my brother forced his fingers deep inside me. He warmed immediately as my body blazed with desire. Twisting and curling maneuvers that I could not distinguish brought new sensations and surprising physical reactions.

Finally he undid his own pants, and for the first time I saw my brother's huge hard cock as he stroked himself. He ran his free hand roughly up my stomach to tightly grip my breast and when he was full and ready inserted just the smallest bit inside me. I felt just the slightest bit of him before he retracted and again he just barely more than touched my flushed lips before he pulled out and smoothly brushed his now wet cock up and down between my legs. I could feel my spine arch sharply with each gasp his touch brought, I could feel my entire body urging in his direction each time he came near and with each withdrawal every piece of me felt a little more desperate than before. Corbin gave me just that small moment to witness the way my body reacted to his torture before thrusting all the way in. I screamed. Everything about me screamed as he pulled back and pushed in again, even farther in this time. I had no more control, my hands snapped to my sides, nails scratching against the floor, I curled up against the wonderful pain and screamed again. There was an animalistic fever in Corbin's eyes and he thrust again and again harder and faster each time. My body had gone wild, it seemed not to know whether to arch or contract whether to hold him or slap out against the floor I desperately needed to inhale a cleansing breath but all I could do was scream. Abruptly, Corbin's breath caught in his throat his entire body flushed red hot and every muscle in his body clenched as he literally grew deeper inside me. A slow inhaled hiss escaped him as he held on to that last moment gripping my legs, holding them tightly against his body. I felt something I could not understand, a dancing sensation deep inside me a sudden unexpected heat and ice spread a flush across my nakedness and he pulled back. All his muscles let loose as he slowly untangled himself from me and sat back to refasten his pants.

I lay there naked. Sprawled and utterly used I was so shocked by the never before experienced euphoria rushing through my blood. I thought of my breath, desperately slowing it down to no avail as my love, my master, Torvan gathered up my arms to pull me up to stand beside him. A gasped inhale was held as he spoke to me. He told me that I did wonderfully for my first time under him. But that I would do better next time that maybe next time I would do as I was told and stay where and how I was put. He wrapped one arm around my naked waist and pulled me in to lean against his body. I arched backward with my face tilted up toward his silently begging for a kiss. Torvan smirked so slightly, a corner of his lips cocked just barely up and he told me to clasp my hands behind my back and to keep them there. I did. With out hesitation or question I did as my master commanded and he pulled his arm out from around me and grabbed me by the neck.

Torvan gently put his free hand on Corbin's shoulder pulling him in to kiss his forehead approvingly then held out his hand for Corbin to lead the way out of the room. As the door opened I heard voices and immediately remembered that we were in another settlement. That our tribe had gathered around this area and that there would be officials lined up here in front of Torvan's room. He urged me forward; I could feel his strong grip firm on the back of my neck leading me out with my hands obediently behind my back and my clothing so noticeably missing out into the crowd. He walked me out and presented me like his trophy and I was so terrified and yet so gratified to be his trophy, his perfect servant that he could proudly display. He held me out at arm's length for a moment longer than I could bear and just as my knees gave way he caught me up, kissed me deeply, and carried me through the crowd back to the quarters Corbin and I shared.

Torvan, my love, my leader laid me down softly on my hard excuse for a bed and told me that I was his that he owned me. I knew in the deepest core of my bones that I was his, he nurtured me in this new cruel world and gave me a place to belong and a meaning that was to be all his. I looked into his eyes and told him that I loved him. He grabbed me by my shoulders, sat me up and slapped me across my face so hard I spun around to face the wall and he pressed one hand into the center of my back pressing my naked skin hard into the rough concrete brick wall. He shoved my face to one side and held it painfully against the wall as he leaned in to whisper in my ear. Torvan told me that I don't get to feel anything unless he commands it, that I don't get to touch myself unless its for his enjoyment, that I don't get to look at another man or woman ever and that I should prostrate myself before him if I were ever to break these rules. He shoved me even harder as he pushed himself away from me and I scrambled off my bed, no his bed; everything was his and for him. I fell to my knees nakedly begging his forgiveness. Torvan lifted me up to standing with just two firm fingers under my chin and again wrapped his arm around my waist and gently pulled me in. He told me softly that it was okay; that I didn't yet know his rules and I sunk into his embrace. I tucked my hands behind my back, clasping my hands as he told me to do before and I understood what I had done wrong and I understood that I was his through and through. Torvan held my chin turning my head slightly to the side and kissed my cheek.

Just as Torvan was softly stroking my face with the back of his hand, Corbin walked through the door and I recognized for the first time the same adoration in his eyes as he looked at Torvan that I had adopted myself. Corbin looked askance at Torvan and at his approval Corbin unveiled a length of rope and a black leather whip from behind his back and looked at me with such a strangely loving gaze. Torvan stepped away from me and let Corbin actually bind my already clasped hands and he watched as I became aware of the hooks and loops in the walls of our quarters. Torvan looked at me and told me to do as Corbin told me that I needed to be broken just a little and that I was going to be a wonderful pet. I couldn't wait to sit at his side to adore him every waking moment and so I was eager to allow Corbin's rough rope around my wrists and ankles. I was eager to feel the burning tightness of his knots around the soft skin of my knees and elbows. I was eager to feel the stinging bite of each slash cut across my naked body when Corbin threw all his might into his whip. I loved Corbin for slapping me over and over for giving me the lessons I needed to be what my master wanted. I could not wait to be beat into the submission that Torvan, my love, my master commanded.