The wind roaring above them, throwing up sand as high as a castle wall, covering the world in darkness in the middle of the day. Dany closed his eyes and buried himself deeper under the cover they had made for themselves. Seven kissed his lips. Soft and wet, but kind and caring. The young thief was hardly bigger than Dany but held him in his arms. His flat chest providing safety and comfort like they had done in the dungeons. The storm raged on.

It had been five days since they escaped the prisons of Mamafé with the Captain. The man had known which route to take in the desert, avoiding the common roads and trade routes. The old brute had shared his water and his food with the boys, repenting for all his time following orders of a King who never once cared for him.

The fever had come out of nowhere on the third day. And with no fresh water, no fruits or vegetables, no ointments or remedies, nearby, it took the big muscular man within hours.

They had buried his body in a dune where the sane wouldn’t slip away and uncover him and no animals could find him.

They had been on their own without provisions ever since, wandering aimlessly through the sand, Dany on a blanket, pulled by Seven, drinking what little moist was left in their cocks.

“Is this the end?” Dany whispered as the sand rose above them, covering them entirely.

Seven, never the talker, kisses him as the last part of the sky turned black.

Only minutes passed before Dany bursts through an enormous layer of dirt and gasped for air. In the distance he saw big tunnels of sand twirling in the sky. The storm had passed.

As if lost at sea, Dany swam through the sand. “Seven?! SEVEN!!” He screamed, his voice still hoarse.

He dove back down and grasped through the earth, solidifying by the second. His panick grew. He dug deeper and hit a piece of cloth. Without hesitance he grabbed his strongly and pulled it up.

“AARRGHH” Dany groaned, with nothing but his back to hoist, he pulled Seven up to the air. Even now, still and his eyes closed, it was the most beautiful boy Dany had ever seen.

“Please wake up. Please don’t leave me,” Dany begged, slapping Seven’s jaw.

The boy burst into coughing, throwing up a hill’s worth of sand, before falling to his hands. He kept on coughing loudly, but at least he was alive.

The young men hugged each other, knowing that death would not be far, but at least they’d die together. And at least they’d be free.

Without a hint of slowing down, Seven rolled Dany onto the carpet and started pulling. It was mostly tough uphill. Sometimes, they used it as a sled on their way down. Even so, Dany was grateful to Seven for never complaining let alone leaving him behind to save himself.

Night had fallen and coolness returned when Seven finally crashed into a dune. He gestured he could no longer walk and that was fine by Dany. A big hill was as good a shelter as any in this harsh environment.

Seven untied his clothes and exposed his cock. Without objection Dany started sucking it. In the desert, it is less of a sexual act as it is a lifeline. Thirsty he threw back his neck and pushed it back down Seven’s growing cock. His helper moaned softly. Dany was happy he could at least do this for him.

Dany’s throat was dry but what little slime he produced he immediately licked up, not wasting a drop. The friction of the dryness only seemed to help. Seven tensed up after only a few blows and groaned loudly. Yet his cock only produced a few drops of cum.

Dany scooped it up and crawled up the hill to Seven’s mouth. They kissed and shared what little moist Seven had produced. Before their kiss turned emotional and they made out for it could be their last night in this world.

It was when they were lost in the secret closeness boys can feel, that they heard the unmistakable sound of camels. And laughter. And… water.

Seven broke off the kiss and raced up the hill. Dany crawled up after him as fast as he could. He had gained enormous strengths in his forearms and if it didn’t peel the skin off his legs, he could’ve moved all on his own through the wasteland.

When he reached the top he saw the unthinkable. In the distance, a tent camp was set up. A big fire lit up the night sky and men danced around it, seemingly naked. Dany and Seven looked at each other. Friend or foes, it did not matter, they had to try.

As fast as Seven could pull, the two ran towards the light. Only when they came in shouting distance, one of the men noticed them. They only briefly grabbed their swords before recognizing they were two young lads, one of whom was crippled.

Within minutes the boys were wrapped in blankets and given water and goat milk. There was a buffet of food, with roasted snakes, limes, fried rats and everything else you can find in the desert. They even had wine, though the medicine man discouraged them from taking any of it, for it would upset their stomachs. Still, the boys were saved and happily so.

Seven shivered despite the blanket and the men encouraged them to go into the tent. The one who had spotted them, a big, muscled bearded man, despite being of the same age as them, took Dany on his naked back and carried him in along with Seven.

The tent was like a castle to them, with chairs and beds and even a place to sit on the floor in the middle. Dany looked around in wonder until he saw in the biggest bed of all, a male body slam into a female one. He recognized it in an instant. The big broad shoulders, the hairy ass, those perfect long round balls. Bo.

Underneath him the Princess was moaning and rubbing her breasts, nearing an orgasm. Bo moaned too and bursted his seed in and out of her pussy as he continued fucking her.

Dany’s heart sank to the bottom of his stomach. How… how could he be here, bedding the princess, while Dany had suffered all this time?

“Chief, look what we found,” their rescuer beside them yelled as Bo groaned and pulled out of his woman and turned to them, a twinkle in his eye when he spotted Dany.

“Fresh meat. Did you already feast on them, Calor?” He grinned.

Calor laughed. “They need to rest first. But if any or both want to rest with me, I won’t protest.”

“Your balls must hate that patience of yours,” Bo continued as he walked over to them, his own cock and balls slinging, still wet from juice and cum. Dany wanted to lick it off, despite everything.

Bo towered over them, a force to be reckoned with.

“Leave us, take the able one with you,” Bo commanded. Calor nodded and took Seven by his wrist. Seven and Dany exchanged a look. Dany nodded, it was fine, he was save with Bo. What more could this brute do to him?

Seven smiled. It had been long since either of them had been bedded by someone they actually liked. The Captain had refused in his guilt trip. Seven deserved this enjoyment.

“That includes you,” Bo bouldered through the tent. Behind him, the Princess rolled her eyes and got up. Leaving the two former lovers alone once more.

“There’s nothing I have to say to you,” Dany looked away in anguish.

“Pity,” Bo said as he poured two glasses of wine. “There is so much I want to know of you. You escaped?”

“You paralyzed me!”

Bo whistled loudly. Dany looked around. Not long after the medicine man, hunched over from all his chains and medals, shuffled in. Bo pointed at Dany and the old man kneeled beside him.

“What are you-” Dany started but with a twist the old man turned his head and a loud crack echoed through the room. For an instant Dany thought he was dead, the world spinning into darkness. But when he opened his eyes, his gaze hazy, he could feel life returning to his legs. His toes wiggled.

Dany started to cry. The medicine man left without uttering a word.

“See, fixed,” Bo handed Dany a cup of wine, with that casual indifference Dany first found attractive but now loathed. Dany wanted to slap it out of his hand but instead he gulped it down in one go. It burned in his throat.

“We are marching home. There will be a fight. I need every man who can wield a sword,” Bo said.

“You’re mad. You think I want anything to do with you?! I should kill you for what you did,” Dany screamed, struggling to lean on his knees before tipping over.

“That will take practice and time. Rest first my love,” Bo said as he scooped Dany up and brought him to his big bed. The silk sheets felt like heaven to Dany and neutralized any fury he felt. Bo leaned over him, gently stroking his hair and smiling. Dany was confused. This was too much, too fast.

He had dreamed of seeing Bo again. Begged. First to kill him, then to ask for answers even when there were none. This was a brute rebel only occupied with violence. A broken neck was nothing to him. A stupid guard who let himself be fucked only to gain access to the beautiful princess was nothing to him.

“Do you love her?” Dany breathed, despite himself. For even in all his hatred, he still longed for what Bo did to him. The pleasure he made him feel. The sensations. The joining of their two male bodies.

Bo kissed Dany’s forehead. “We all have a part to play in this life.” And with that he got up and walked outside.

As Bo threw open the flap of the tent, Dany saw Seven on his hands and knees, his ass cheeks arched up to the night sky and Calor’s well defined abs slamming against it, his head tilted back in bliss. Seven moaned and grunted but he looked happy.

Dany noticed something. Behind the two coupling, a small army of men were all engaged in sex. Big muscled warriors moaning like kitchen sluts. On their knees sucking cock like a calf licks for milk. Broad thighs humping at each other. The night sky filled with the grunts and moans of men, free to engage in nature’s pleasures.

Bo kneeled behind Calor and aimed his fat cock at his big ass and pushed himself in. Calor let him and simply turned to him to lick his tongue, as he kept on fucking Seven. No thoughts, just bliss.

Here, far away from the kingdom, men could finally be free.

And with the deep seated wish it was him Bo entered, Dany’s eyes closed and he fell into the deepest sleep.

***

The tent was largely gone when Dany opened his eyes. The sun staring him right in the face. Men, now fully clothed against sunburn, were breaking it down. Horses and camels were lined up and saddled prepared for the journey.

Dany woke up in the bed happy. He was safe, with plenty of water nearby, and… he could feel his legs. He wanted to leap off and run, but instead, every muscle in them was sour and aching. Still, he finally touched the carper with his bare feet and felt them come alive. He only needed strengthening them to walk again.

“Morning princess,” Bo said as he handed Dany a flask of water. “Time to move.”

“I’m not going with you, you fool,” Dany said biting.

“Do you even know where?” Bo asked. Dany shook his head, embarrassed.

“The King has died. Prince Aveen now rules. A skilled swordsman but no experienced warrior. Rumors swirl that he laid with a stable boy and the King was found with a boy of his own in his chambers. A scandal that has turned the people against his line. Now is the time to strike,” Bo seemed sure of himself.

“So you’re going to kill the Prince and then what?” Dany asked.

“The Princess will rule in his stead. Women are far better at that stuff. But the royal lineage will end with her. And the kingdom will belong to the people again. The looting and pillaging of villages like yours and mine will end. The people will be free,” Bo sat down next to him, stroking Dany’s hair, who trembled from excitement at the touch, yet pulled away.

“She will betray her family, betray everything she stands for, because of your cock?”

“It was enough to turn you,” Bo laughed.

Dany slapped him, but the smile did not dissipate. Bo simply nodded and shrugged.

“I will leave with Seven. Give us food and water and a camel and we’ll never have to see each other again,” Dany said.

Bo looked difficult.

The beauty had faded from Seven’s face. It was now gray and hallow, the days in the desert, carrying Dany, finally catching up to him. As if the sand had come out of his pores.

Dany and Bo were standing in Calor’s tent a few rows below the big one. Calor was quietly sitting in the corner, mortified. And Seven lay lifeless on the floor. His eyes staring at nothing.

“It was a parasite,” the medicine man said. “Calor saw it crawl from his ear in the depth of night.”

Dany looked defeated. “It must’ve entered him when he was buried in the sand storm,” he sighed.

The tears did not come for they were insufficient. Seven had saved him. In every way. He had rescued him from the prison, where Dany thought he’d die. He’d carried him through the desert, where he thought he’d die. And now it was Seven who was dead. It wasn’t just unfair. It was maddening.

“What is the point of any of it?” Dany asked as Bo carried him outside and put him on a donkey.

Bo seemed genuinely spooked, vulnerable for the first time since Dany saw him again. He looked, finally, like he did that one magical night together.

“For you to play your part,” Bo simply said. And without anyone or anywhere to go. Dany agreed.

They returned to Mamafé.

The first part of the plan was for the Princess to drive ahead and return to her family. She would be welcomed with a feast and sacrifices to the Gods. The whole city would be drunk by nightfall. And so when the small army arrived at the gates, no one raised the alarm.

“We’re here for the feast!” One of the commanders at the top of the line said. And the gates opened.

Dany had seen the city a thousand times, but never through these eyes. Never as a corrupt, poisonous fortress where everyone was a prisoner. And only by death like Seven could one escape. Dany hated these people now, the people he once served. All laughing and joyful, while blood was spilled in their name every day.

Dany slid off his donkey and felt the floor. His legs were wobbly but resting his weight on the animal meant at least he could stand. Carefully he put his first steps and felt like heaven. He smiled wide.

The men all mingled with the city folk, as to not raise suspicion. A small garrison, with the commanders and Bo and some of their finest fighters, would go first. The Princess would have alerted the guards they were good folk and then the road to the new King would be free. The rest of them would wait for the signal to ambush the castle.

Since he knew the castle better than anyone, Bo had asked Dany to lead the rest of the warriors to an entrance. The dungeons would be the obvious place. If not, because there were hundreds of other men ready to overthrow the royal family there too. But until then, Dany simply had to wait.

“I’m sorry about your friend,” Calor said as he sat next to Dany at a table where women were drinking and singing.

“Me too,” Dany sighed.

“Did you love him?” Calor asked. Dany shook his head. Not like he loved Bo.

“He was my friend. The only real friend I ever had,” Dany said. Calor nodded before taking a big gulp from his beer.

“Let’s celebrate him,” Calor said as he got up from the bench and put his shoulder under Dany’s arm. Dany let himself be lifted and shuffled on his feet. It went better and better.

They stumbled to a nearby alley where Calor pushed Dany to the wall and kissed him deeply. For some reason, it felt good knowing Seven had kissed these lips too. It was like being with him, one last time. So Dany kissed him back passionately, trying to get a taste of Seven’s ass or cock from Calor’s lips.

Without much ado, Calor pushed down Dany’s clothes and lifted up his legs. A blob of spit on his rosebud was all he was given, as Calor pushed his manly cock against Dany’s asshole.

Just a week ago, Dany was the loose toy of the entire prison, but the time in the desert had cramped him up. Only when Calor thrusted his tongue inside of him and emptied his mind, did his anal ring push out for the invader. Dany let out a moan. Nothing in life felt as good as a man’s shaft inside you.

Calor fucked him against the wall in secret, for in the city, sodomy was punishable by death. But to a drunken eye, it would look merely like a beast of a young man fertilizing a young maiden, Dany was sure. So he moaned high and girly and tried to feel close to Seven as the same cock that plowed him, was now deep in Dany’s bowels.

All the grief and stress evaporated inside Dany and he felt like a person again, a man, taken by another man. Only the roughness and violence of anal penetration could calm a man’s body. Dany was sure that is why all the men in the city were so unhappy and violent. The Gods designed our cocks and asses for relief and escape and mere law had robbed us of it.

Dany thought of Bo and how soft and kind that sex had been, as Calor was ruthlessly plowing into him, with no real technique or aim. He was simply a young dumb soldier thinking of his own pleasure, as his cock was rubbed by the tight channels of a limp young man like Dany.

Dany himself returned the favor, using Calor for his potent young cock and nothing more. He moaned in bliss as he felt Calor’s skin rub against his ring, stimulating it, massaging it, calming it. It pushed further open to make way for the deep strokes into his back.

Moans escaped Dany’s lips as he gasped for Calor’s neck and shoulders. He enjoyed being squished between this hard, muscled body and the wall, but he wished secretly for it to be Bo. For his loving embrace and eloquent kisses. It dawned on him not only had no man fucked him like Bo had, Bo hadn’t fucked the Princess in the same way either. Was there perhaps still something more to their love making than Bo had let on?

Calor let out a grunt and spasmed and washed Dany’s colon with his semen.

Dany gave him a quick kiss before he was hoisted down. To his enjoyment he felt not only the seed leak out of his asshole, but he could lean on his legs to walk away himself.

Calor didn’t seem to follow him, now his mind seemingly had returned to the conscious where the boy he bedded the night before had died in his tent. Dany pitied him, but thanked him all the same for remembering Seven. They were the only ones in history who would.

***

“Treason! Betrayal!!!” A man, one of the warriors had rushed to them, as Dany and a bunch of others were sitting at a table. “The Princess betrayed us!” Is all he said, before he ran off and warned the others.

Dany was the only one not surprised as the others erupted into panic.

“Follow me,” is all he said. But nobody moved. The men were all fear stricken. If they were found out, they’d all be put to the sword.

“Do you want to die a coward or do you want to die saving your commanders? Death is certain, only you decide which part you want to play,” Dany said, the words forming in his head with Bo’s voice in mind.

The men all looked to each other and nodded. Dany led the way to the dungeons.

As they made their way to the gate, the army had all heard the news and followed suit. Dany was now, effectively, leading the rebellion, for they knew not if Bo or any of the others were still alive. Still, he had to know. Dany had to be sure there was no chance of saving Bo.

They approached the guards who looked in terror as they saw the small army of angry brutes at the gate.

“Die or join us, choose now,” Dany said, impatient, to his former brothers. They need not be asked twice. The men opened the gates and joined their ranks. Dany, with the support of Calor, marched through them.

He ordered every cell opened and every guard who resisted slaughtered. Men of all shapes and sizes, some mid copulation, rushed to their freedom. Some joined them in their anger.

Dany led the party all up the stairs towards the servant quarters. They were near empty now all the servants were catering to the King and his guests. Dany knew where they would take prisoners. The Great Hall. But a confrontation there would result in a battle they might loose. The Guard was weaker now, surely, with a new Captain only five days into his leadership, but they were still with many, trained and well provisioned on their own turf. No, they needed to be smarter.