Jahl lives with his people, the Hamica, in the jungles of a nameless world. They live at one with nature. It’s a simple existence, centred around family and community. One day all this is snatched away when Jahl is captured by slavers. But he’s a proud man from a proud people, and he never shows his fright or anxiety, despite what he feels inside. They take him through the jungle, through swampland and farmland, to a town that has seen many like him come before. In a strange, wooden building in the middle of the town square, Jahl is put into a harness, naked and spread-eagle for all who have gathered there to see. It’s humiliating and degrading, especially when the bidding starts. For the first time, Jahl is truly frightened. Who will purchase him? And for what purpose?

Goodbye to the Jungle

All too soon, Brocknor clutched Jahl’s hip, his fingers digging into the flesh as he moved faster and more powerfully. Brocknor puffed and grunted, and the animal sounds excited Jahl. He began stroking his own erection. He hoped they could climax at the same time, though if they did, Brocknor had better hurry.


When he could delay no longer, Jahl climaxed, crying out as his whole body tensed, prompting Brocknor, after thrusting one final time, to deliver his seed into him. Breathless and covered in a light sheen of perspiration, they lay together, Brocknor still inside Jahl, his arms enfolding him, and his lips pressing tiny kisses to the back of his neck


“I see clearly why you needed someone,” said Jahl.


At first, Brocknor didn’t answer, and Jahl wondered if he had said something to offend his new master.


“Why do you think I needed someone?” asked Brocknor.


“I think…that you needed someone to love. To care for.”


Chapter 11