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

That night, after Mari had gone to her room and the moon was high in the sky, Jahl found himself on all fours, perched at the end of Brocknor’s mattress. His master had moved two tables with oil lamps to either side of the bed. Brocknor, himself, sat naked directly behind him.


“Reach behind and show me that beautiful hole,” said Brocknor.


Jahl felt ridiculous, but had no other choice than to obey. He pulled aside one of his buttocks, exposing that most private part of himself. He could hear Brocknor panting and the sounds of the man’s hand slipping up and down a well-oiled cock.


Jahl lowered his chest to the mattress, his head to one side, and did as Brocknor had asked.


Jahl could hear the hand moving faster and Brocknor’s breathing becoming more erratic.


“Slip a finger in. Finger yourself.”


Jahl lubricated a finger with his saliva before inserting the digit into his arsehole.


“That’s it. Fuck yourself with it.”


Chapter 16