All great things

by Anon Amon

Living in a community where the size of your manhood dictates your standing, Hanuk has accepted his small and unimpressive future. However, unexpected changes come quickly after Hanuk becomes the chosen one.

My name is Hanuk.

To be honest, my life isn’t that interesting. My people are a simple people. We fish and we hunt. We build and we harvest. I grew up wanting to be a hunter. As a child I always admired them. I would watch from afar as they marched back home with their latest kill slung over their shoulders and were met with cheering, hollering and praise. I had a giant grin on my face as I secretly stayed up late to watch them gather around the great fire at night to share their stories and victories. I would be huddled behind a tree or something, whatever I could, and I’d peer around, the flickering flames lighting what little of my face I dared poke out to see. Their stories always inspired me. That’s what I wanted to do. I wanted to be one of them, to be a part of the stories and join in their laughter.

That never happened. I was always too small. Even now that I am of age, the same people I admired would laugh at me when I made my intentions clear to become one of them: a hunter.

“You are too weak,” one of the hunters would say, the others nodding. His name was Dak. I found myself staring at Dak’s big, muscular arms many times before. All of the hunters were the strongest of my people. Looking at them, as I frequently did when I could, their strength was clear. They looked the best at night around the fire, the blaze lighting and shadowing their rippling muscles in the best ways as they slapped each other on the back.

Truth be told, I am small. I don’t have the strength of a hunter. Looking again at Dak’s bulky, strong arms as he crossed them in front of his tight, thick, meaty chest, I was reminded that his one arm was as big around as my entire head.

“You are still a child,” Dak stated, his face as stony as his body. I wanted to shout that I was of age, but my body would not provide evidence. He looked down at my manhood before turning away and leaving with the others for their next hunt.

I stood there watching as they left to provide meat for our people. Another day, another mission. Once they were out of sight, I glanced down at myself, cursing not that Dak dismissed me but that he spoke the truth. My arms, my legs, my everything were thin. I was built to harvest, which is exactly what I did every day. What I was tasked. What I seemed to be destined to do and to be.

I looked down at my cock between my legs. It was as small as I remembered. When Dak said I am still a child, he was referring to my manhood. I am indeed of age. I am no longer a child, but I was not gifted with greatness. I was not made to be a true man.

My people’s position is dictated by their manhood. The bigger their blessing, the more important they are. The hunters all had sizable, great cocks. I’ve studied them. Their curves. Their veins. I know how they look by heart. I’ve seen them soft. I’ve seen them hard. When I wasn’t looking at their muscular arms I was watching their swinging cocks. I can’t tell you how many nights I’d watch the hunters fuck each other, celebrating a successful hunt. My little cock would get hard too as I watched, imagining myself joining.

Still looking at my manhood, which twitched at remembering those nights, I was once again reminded that mine was not one of greatness. This fact was not something I could hide. With one look, anyone knew where I stood in the rankings. In fact, of everyone who was of age, I knew that I was the smallest. Everyone did. I frowned. No hunting for me. I needed to accept this fact and give up on my dream.

Pity.

There did come a day when my life became a little more interesting. At least, that’s what I had thought at the time.

It was a day like any other. I was hurrying with my harvesting duties so that I could sneak a peek at the hunters’ glorious return. I was picking herbs and putting them into my woven basket at a quick and steady pace. Some of the other harvesters gave me side glances. I know they don’t approve of my infatuation with the hunters. Many of them have said so.

Gohn, another harvester, had once told me that I should be happy with harvesting. “It’s an important thing we do,” he had said. At the time, all I could think was that it was easy for him to say. His manhood was at least average. I wanted to tell him that we do not get cheers when we return with our baskets full of leaves and roots. No one slaps us on the back when we hand over a potato. We do not gather around the fire and celebrate a harvest well done. I wished to tell Gohn these things, but I did not. Instead I nodded, feigning agreement and returned to my work.

As I was continuing to rush through my harvesting, admittedly at times missing my basket, I suddenly found myself in a shadow. Initially I had thought that it was another harvester, probably Ghon again, coming to tell me what a poor job I was doing. However when I looked up to see what was making the shadow I realized I was very much mistaken and dropped my basket to the ground, the remaining of my picked herbs spilling onto the dirt.

Standing before me was the leader of the people. The king stood still, arms clasped behind him. The king’s chin was held high and his cock hung low. I had never seen the king’s cock before. Only heard rumors. After all, to be the leader, one must have the biggest cock. I was not sure where to look, in the king’s eye or at his girthy, long manhood. Honestly, the king’s stature was not all that impressive, especially having spent so much time studying the bodies of the hunters, but I wouldn’t dare say so out loud. In fact, the king was soft looking like if I touched him, my hand would sink into his flesh. Likely from a leisurely pampered life. But the king’s cock… Even soft, it was huge. I resisted every urge to just reach out and brush it with my fingers. I was certain it’d be warm to the touch. It draped down, resting nicely against his soft thigh. The king’s balls were large too, like two giant chicken eggs nestled beneath his thick, kingly greatness.

Why the king was in the fields, I did not know. I had never known the leader to roam about, leaving his Kingshome. The king always stayed there as far as I knew. The hunters and harvesters and fishers would always bring a portion of their day’s haul as tributes to the leader, but they never entered Kingshome. I always believed that the leader was afraid someone would kill him or worse, relieve him of his kingly manhood, which of course would make the next largest cock become the new leader. I wasn’t sure who that was, but I was sure he threatened the king’s position.

Of course, that thinking seemed wrong now that the leader stood before me in my field, the king’s greatness out for everyone to witness. I was myself witnessing it in very close proximity.

“Him,” was all the king said, looking at me with a critical eye before sauntering away.

Quickly, two other men grabbed my shoulders and began to escort me away, leaving my discarded basket and herbs behind me. Both of the men had decent-sized cocks, I must say. Of course I looked. I cannot help myself. They pressed into my back, moving me forward. I was too surprised and confused to get turned on by being manhandled, the first time feeling another’s manhood besides my own nub.

The other harvesters watched, seemingly as clueless as I was. I looked back over my shoulder as I continued to be marched away, seeing Ghon and the others standing there agape. They said nothing and neither did I.

What to do?

I started to panic.

Was I in trouble? Did I upset the king somehow? Was I really that bad at harvesting? Was it because I was somewhat outspoken about me not being happy with my position, as though someone my size deserved anything else? Did Ghon or one of the other harvesters report me? Did Dak or one of the hunters? Was it because I was caught sneaking to watch the hunters? Why would the king care about that? What do I know about what the king cares about? Was it that bad? Was it because I’m the smallest? Are they culling the runt?

All these thoughts and more sped through my head. Suddenly, I started to miss the boringness of my life.

I was led past many others, all who stopped to stare at the king being trailed by the physically escorted runt. I was almost grateful the hunters were not around to see this, not that they cared. I still cared for some reason.

It was not long, though longer than I would have liked, before we approached Kingshome. Rightly so, it was the largest homestead. It was surrounded by a barrier built from large branches and vines. Kingshome itself was made of rock, clay and animal hides. It was grand by any standards I’ve ever seen.

I was guided past the Kingshome barrier to its entrance. The king disappeared inside, having never looked at me again since he had me taken, while I was brought to another room within Kingshome. I had never seen a home with more than one room before. Kingshome appeared to have many. I was not sure how the builders managed it.

The two men finally let me go and then left me alone in the room. I looked around. The room was empty. Just walls and the dirt floor. Was this to be my prison?

Before I had a chance to start questioning any more, another man entered the room. The first thing I noticed, other than the fact that he had a slightly smaller than average cock because I always seem to be sizing people up, was his kind eyes. He had a slight smile on his face that was warm and welcoming. He was beautiful. I suddenly felt at ease. His build did not look too different than my own, like another harvester I supposed. Though I had never seen him in the fields before.

“Welcome,” he said. I felt like his voice was beautiful too, if a voice could be beautiful.

“Hello,” I said, sounding a little curious, a little unsure, a little enamored.

He stepped farther into the room, closer to me. He seemed to move gracefully too. Was he someone important? I glanced at his manhood again. No, he couldn’t be with that cock.

“My name is Szan,” he said with a smile. He nodded his head in greeting.

“I am Hanuk,” I responded, nodding my head back.

“It is nice to meet you, Hanuk,” Szan said in such a way that I believed him.

For a moment, we just stood there in this empty room, silent. Finally, I decided to ask what I had been thinking for some time. “You wouldn’t happen to know why I was brought to the king’s home, would you?”

Szan smiled in response. Though, something seemed to be hidden behind that smile and I wasn’t sure what. “You, Hanuk, have been chosen.”

Ah, the chosen one.

For the first time I could ever remember, I felt special. I felt important. I started to feel undefined by what life had given me. My not interesting life started to feel more interesting. After all, the king himself chose me.

But chose me for what?

That’s when I learned from Szan that I had been chosen by the king to be one of his servants. And as quickly as it came, the feeling of importance and not being defined by my smallness vanished. A servant.

Szan explained that he was also a servant to the king. I now felt I knew the thing hidden behind his smile: Servitude. Apparently, the king felt that he needed another servant and I looked the part. He was given the responsibility of making sure I became the servant that I needed to be for the king.

I tried to find the positive in it all. This was an honor to be chosen, right? Working closely with the leader of the people had to be better than being a simple harvester and picking herbs. Being a servant to the king, I would be able to see the wonderful feasts that I have heard stories of.

However, I couldn’t keep the thoughts away that I was chosen just because my smallness posed no threat, that my size destined me to serve. Szan was smaller than average too. Not small like me, but probably also not threatening.

Szan continued, his kindness never wavering. “You will be a King’s Bather, as I am.”

“King’s Bather?” I asked, not realizing that my role as servant was to be so specific. “What is a King’s Bather?”

“As it sounds, we both are responsible for cleaning and grooming the king,” Szan stated, his smile somewhat faltering.

“He has servants just to bathe him?” I asked, without thinking and more incredulous than I had intended. I then realized that I may be demeaning Szan’s position and started to stammer.

“It’s not as bad as you may think,” Szan said, realizing my embarrassment but kind enough to not call me out outright. “It was just myself as the King’s Bather, but the king decided he required another.”

Bath servant?

Bath servant? Sounded like no great feasts for me. But it also sounded like I will be working closely with Szan, and that didn’t sound too terrible.

“I see,” I said trying to digest all of this information. “So when the leader wants to bathe…we are summoned to clean him?”

“Yes,” Szan stated simply. “So, welcome.” He put his hand on my shoulder. I liked it. It felt right. “I will show you to Servantshome.”

I hadn’t even considered. In hindsight, it was obvious. “I live in Servantshome now? But…my home…”

Szan gave me another understanding smile. “Yes, you live in Servantshome now. Follow me.”

As I had said before, my life isn’t that interesting, and becoming a King’s Bather didn’t seem like it would change that fact. Still, this was the start of something new. And by new, I don’t refer to becoming a secondary bath servant to the king. I refer to finally making a friend.

How sad. Unacceptable.

“What do we do when the king isn’t bathing?” I asked Szan as we left the room. Does he bathe so frequently that he really needs two servants specifically assigned to the task? I knew next to nothing about our leader other than the king having a surprisingly sizable cock. Even that, I hadn’t witnessed myself until now. I didn’t even know if he had a name other than ‘the king’.

Szan led in front of me walking confidently, gracefully and silently. In response, Szan looked over his shoulder at me and put a hand to his mouth, telling me to be silent. No malice, but definitely directive. I complied.

It wasn’t until we exited Kingshome and got a good distance away before Szan finally spoke, coming more beside me as we continued forward. “I apologize,” he said, his smile returning. “The king does not like the servants to make noise. I was granted permission to explain your responsibilities to you in that room, but that was it,” he explained.

I nodded, understanding and gaining a greater understanding of my new silent life. Realistically, it was not entirely new to me. I have always been overlooked and ignored, even by some of the other harvesters. Typically the only time anyone paid me any attention was to correct something. Staring at the hunters from afar was the closest thing I had to friends before meeting Szan, and they didn’t even know my name.

“We could get in trouble if we break that rule,” Szan said. “One time within Kingshome I mistakenly kicked something while rushing when summoned to bathe the king. I lost a toenail and was bleeding, but I said nothing. Not a noise. I even tried to hide it as I bathed the king so he wouldn’t see my unsightly wound. I am sure that would have upset the king as well.”

As we walked further and further away from the Kingshome entrance, I noticed Szan become more and more relaxed. Not that he was stressed before, but more so like acting proper. The model servant. I was starting to see more personality.

We had left Kingshome but not the built barrier that surrounded it. Instead we made our way around Kingshome to go beyond it. Behind Kingshome was another homestead. Still impressive in size, in my opinion, but far less nice looking. No animal pelts here. It was more crudely fashioned as though the builders didn’t take as much care in its construction as they had with Kingshome. No surprise there. This was Servantshome.

Hmmph.

I reminded myself to not be ungrateful. It was not like my home was anything better than this. My previous home, I should say. That home would likely now be given to someone else. The next smallest cock to come of age, I assumed. Hopefully they wouldn’t find my hidden drawings of the hunters having sex with me. I supposed I wasn’t a good artist so they probably wouldn’t even know what they were looking at or at least who the crude drawings were supposed to be.

“To answer your previous question,” Szan continued, “while we wait to be summoned, we are to remain here.” He motioned to Servantshome. “The king expects a bath every day after the sun sets. The king likes his baths.”

I considered the implications of waiting around all day to be summoned to clean the king. Was that better or worse than harvesting all day every day? I wasn’t sure, which tells you how much I enjoyed harvesting. Though, at least harvesting allowed me the opportunity to scavenge items to make my drawings and sneak them back home as well as being able to secretly watch the hunters. It sounded as though I’d never see the hunters again. I thought of Dak’s muscular arms and beautiful cock hardening, getting stiffer and longer. A bead of cum at his swollen tip glistening in the fire light. Even from afar I could spot it, licking my lips wondering how it tastes.

I found myself licking my lips now, my own cock starting to harden. Luckily, if you want to call it that, at my size it wasn’t too noticeable. At least, Szan didn’t say anything if he did notice.

“I sometimes help the other servants where I can,” Szan said a bit quieter as though he was sharing a secret. “There have been times where I assisted the King’s Feeders with preparation for his feasts, or the King’s Birdmen.”

“King’s Birdmen?” I responded, matching his volume. I imagined people with feathers and beaks. This was like a new world that alluded me. What do birdmen cocks look like?

“The king has royal birds. The King’s Birdmen are servants that care for them and collect feathers for the king’s enjoyment.”

I nodded my head as if I didn’t imagine something else completely ridiculous. “So you got to go to one of the feasts?” I asked, with cautious high hopes.

Szan laughed. “No,” he snickered. “We are not allowed to leave the Servantshome when we are not summoned for our duties.” He whispered again, “It’s not often I was able to sneak away and do these things. You must be careful. There have been days where the King’s Voice came to collect me unexpectedly because the king wished to bathe early.”

The King’s Voice I knew. Not personally, but I have seen him a handful of times when harvesting. The King’s Voice was the servant that brought the king’s messages and commanded to the people. I would take notice when he came with words from the king, and not just because of his position and the importance the words carried, but rather because he had quite a substantial cock himself. Particularly so for a servant, I’d think.

I would have loved to see the King’s Voice stand next to the hunter Dak so I could compare. Imagine them standing next to each other, both of them hard. Maybe the King’s Voice was a bit bigger? Maybe they both press their hard cocks together so I can really get a clear comparison? Maybe Dak slowly reaches down and begins gently stroking the King’s Voice, the thick member quickly becoming slick with pre? Their breath becomes heavy and the King’s Voice touches Dak’s big, solid bare chest, his thumb softly caressing his hanging dark nipple. Maybe the King’s Voice says something like, the king wanted me to reward you for your great bounty and tribute. Dak lowers to the ground and leans back, allowing the King’s Voice to take his entire glistening manhood in his mouth, Dak’s head throws back as he moans like a growling animal and he grasps the King’s Voice by his hair and pushes him down further. The King’s Voice own thick cock harder than rock, rutting against the ground as his head bobs up and down….

“Or even today in fact. It was the King’s Voice that informed me that I needed to greet you at Kingshome. I guess it is the King’s Bather who is responsible for explaining the position to the new King’s Bather,” Szan continued, breaking me from my fantasy. I looked down seeing a dribble of pre hanging from myself. “There have been days where I was awoken at dawn for my duties. I believe that was one of the days that I was in such a rush that I hurt my toe. I was clumsy because I was still waking up. Surely woke me up when the pain erupted in my foot.”

I nodded vigorously, overeager to seem like Szan had my full attention. I quickly angled myself away from him and wiped away the oozing pre with my hand, haphazardly smearing it across my bare thigh. Not the best, but it would have to do.

Szan kept talking, seemingly oblivious to my messiness and horniness. My guess was that he was just as happy to have someone to talk to as I was. “The King’s Voice just burst into Servantshome stating I was needed. I practically jumped out of my bed and landed on my face. The whole thing woke up all the servants who were sleeping at the time.”

“Would it be okay to ask why it was the king that collected me and not the King’s Voice?” I asked. It seemed strange.

Szan gave me another one of his beautiful smiles. “You can ask me anything,” he said sweetly. “And to answer your question, I don’t know. But the same thing happened to me back when I was chosen to become the King’s Bather.”

“When was that?”

“I have been the King’s Bather for a long time,” Szan said. “I’ve actually never had any other position. As soon as I was of age, I was chosen and brought here. I like to think that the king selects them himself because he wants to only have the prettiest be his King’s Bathers.”

Szan turned his head and looked into my eyes. He was saying I was pretty…. He was saying that about himself as well, but he was saying I was pretty…

He likes you.

It was a moment before I said anything. My tongue felt thick. “…Prettiest?” I stammered out.

I had never considered myself to be pretty. I convinced myself that wasn’t what he had meant. I am Hanuk the smallest. Not Hanuk the pretty.

Szan looked away, a big grin on his face. “No one else is allowed to touch him. Just the King’s Bather…well, Bathers now. The King’s Voice is the only servant allowed to talk to the king and speak in his presence. The King’s Voice even lives in Kingshome rather than Servantshome, the only servant to do so, but even he cannot touch the king. Just us.”

Touch the king? That is true, as a King’s Bather not only am I to touch the king, but I am to touch every part of the king. Every. Single. Large. Kingly. Enormous. Part.

Szan shrugged his boyish shoulders. “I’ve never shared that with anyone else, but it’s what I think,” he said. “Seeing you confirms that for me.”

I blushed and looked away. He did mean me.

With a clear of his throat, Szan moved on. “Let me show you where you will be staying.” He stepped onward, heading through the Servantshome entrance.

The inside of Servantshome was as unassuming as the outside. It wasn’t too dissimilar to what I was not accustomed to much beyond walls, a roof, and a place to sleep. However, this was much larger than my old home. Smallest cock: worst home, of course. The Servantshome was a single giant room with many beds. A place for all the king’s servants to reside.

“How many servants are there?” I asked, my head looking back and forth.

“As many beds as you see,” Szan said simply. He walked past rows of beds before coming to a specific one. “This one is yours,” he motioned.

I came to the bed Szan identified. It was low on the ground, as was my old bed, made from rough hide and padded with leaves. I sat down on it and it crunched beneath me, the old leaves crinkling.

“I know, it’s not very comfortable,” Szan frowned. “When we get a chance we can sneak out and get you some things to make it better. I know a place not too far that has some nice, soft moss. It’s great. It’s what I used for mine.” Szan pointed to a bed across from my own. “This one is my bed. So we are right next to each other.”

I smiled to him. “Thank you. To be honest, it’s not too far off to what my old bed was so it will be fine for now. I do not mind.”

Pathetic.

I shook my head. I shouldn’t think those thoughts. It truly was fine.

For as many beds that were in Servantshome, Szan and I were the only ones there. “Where is everyone else?” I asked.

“Working in Kingshome of course,” Szan stated. He sat on his own bed. It didn’t crunch like mine did. “Everyone else, goes to do their responsibilities everyday. The King’s Bathers seem to be the only servants who are to stay here until the time comes. The King’s Voice said the king himself made it so.” He sighed. “It did get lonely, I will admit, but now I don’t have to be here alone all day everyday.”

I grinned at him, also happy to have him be with me. “What do the King’s Birdmen do all day?” I laughed.

“Feed the birds, clean the birds, clean their cages, gather feathers I suppose,” Szan said. “Sometimes I wonder if they have to sit with the birds like I had to sit here. Not that they would say so.”

We spent the remainder of the day just like that, sitting across each other on our beds, talking. I enjoyed hearing Szan talk, telling me about how things were expected and done in Servantshome and Kingshome. I learned about the other servants and what they did. The King’s Feeders prepared the king’s food and fed him. This could sometimes be difficult since they were not allowed to touch him like we were. The King’s Arms were the servants who protected him. They were the men who had been with the king when he chose me, and they escorted me here.

Apparently they took their responsibilities very seriously, and you didn’t want them to see you breaking the rules. The King’s Keepers were the ones who kept order in Kingshome. They would clear anything after the king’s meals, follow after the king and pick up after him, make sure his kingly bed was always freshly stuffed with the best mosses and had the softest furs. Of course the King’s Birdmen were caretakers of the king’s pet birds which the king kept in Kingshome. There was even a King’s Cup, a servant in charge of providing the king with special drinks at all times. Szan said that the special drinks made you feel weird. Sounds odd to me.

The more I heard, the more I understood how little the king did himself. To me it did sound like the king walking down to the fields and selecting his new King’s Bather was a big deal. He hardly ever walked anywhere. Everything was done for him.

Must be nice.

I shook my head again, trying to rid another thought that seemed to creep up in my head. Not a good thought to have. Given my status, I am lucky to have been made the King’s Bather, right? From what I was hearing, it did seem like it was an important position. The king selects the King’s Bathers himself. He does not have them doing anything but bathing him whereas all the other servants are made to work all day. Maybe Szan was right. Maybe the king values us. Szan said it’s because we are pretty. Am I pretty? I know Szan is. I’ve seen my reflection in the puddles that have gathered in the fields when we harvested after big rainstorms. I only remembered seeing someone tiny, destined to pick crops and herbs and never to become a hunter.

Except that’s no longer true, is it? I am not destined to roam the fields. I am destined to bathe the king now. And it sounds like Szan thinks I’m pretty…

Suddenly, movement happened out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see someone standing in the Servantshome entrance, looking very official. Szan now saw him too. He stood from his bed quickly, facing the…well, I would say intruder given that I was having what was probably the best time of my life talking to Szan. However, I followed Szan’s lead and stood up too.

The man in the entrance walked further inside, no expression on his face to give me any indication why he was here. Though, as he stepped towards us, I quickly realized that I recognized that cock swinging between his legs with every step. The King’s Voice.

The man with all the power and yet no power.

The King’s Voice came to stand right in front of us. He looked down to us, reminding me of how the king appeared when he had me taken from the fields. He even clasped his hands behind his back as the king had.

“The king has summoned the King’s Bathers,” he said sternly.

The King’s Voice flicked his eyes directly at me before scanning my entirety. I suddenly felt judged as though he was taking note of my small size and little cock. However, he was not. Instead, he frowned and said, “you are dirty.”

I looked down to see dirt flecking my skinny legs and arms, brown dirt coating my feet up to my ankles, and grungy hands. After all, I had only just been dragged out of the fields where I trudged and dug into the dirt.

Szan looked to my filthy state as well, his eyes slightly widening. “We apologize. He was in the fields harvesting this morning.”

The King’s Voice eyes did not change though his face did not look amused. “You look like a harvester,” the King’s Voice said to me, or perhaps at me. “You are no longer a harvester. You are a King’s Bather.”

“Again, we apologize,” Szan said, bowing his head and keeping his gaze to the ground. “We lost track of time, and I did not inform him of this expectation.”

Once again, his eyes did not change but a sneer formed on his face before the King’s Voice said, “Your only responsibility is to await for the king’s summons. How is it that you lost track of time and you did not have him purify himself?” He clenched his jaw tightly. “This will not do.”

This will not do.

“The king is waiting and I cannot have such filth touch the king,” he stated.

I looked to Szan, his head never leaving his downward gaze. It was only then that I realized Szan’s skin was so impeccable and unblemished. It was clear he bathed everyday as well, which as the one responsible for cleaning the king, it made sense for him to be very clean to do it. “I will bathe the king alone today, as I have done everyday before. This will not happen again.”

The King’s Voice huffed. “The king will not be happy to have one King’s Bather now that he has deemed it necessary to have two.” He turned on his heel and headed away. “It was your responsibility that he be up to task,” he said before leaving Servantshome.

I looked to Szan, only just realizing that my heart was pounding in my chest and I had been holding my breath. “Szan, I…I…” I stammered.

Szan looked to me, his wonderful smile returning. “It’s my fault. I didn’t consider it, and the summons came early today.”

“Will you be okay? Will you be in trouble?”

“I will be fine,” Szan said softly. “The king will not be happy, but I will make him happy.”

“Make him happy?” What does he mean by that?

You know what that means.

“Everything will be fine,” he comforted as he also headed towards the exit.

I said nothing as he left. I didn’t know what to say. I just watched him race out of Servantshome to bathe the king and make the king happy. I sat back down on my bed on the ground and laid back, the bed crunching once more. I lifted my hands before my face, once again seeing the dirt, caked under my fingernails. Where do I bathe, I wondered.

I wondered about a lot. I wondered if Szan would truly be okay or if something would happen to him because of me. I wondered if the hunters even noticed I was gone. Probably not. As I looked at the ceiling above me, the thatched roof, I wondered if this is what Szan did all day before I was brought here. This is probably why the king does want us doing anything: to stay clean. “He wants us to stay clean,” I said to myself, looking at my dirty hand again. “What was the word the King’s Voice had said?”

Pure.

Right, pure. I sighed, dropping my hand back down to my side. “This is my life now, I guess.”

It doesn’t have to be.

I rubbed my eyes. These strange thoughts that continued to plague me were starting to annoy. This wasn’t like me. Things didn’t go well, but I accepted them. People ignore me or look down on me, but that was what I was born to be. It’s just the way it is.

My hand drifted down to my cock and I held the nub I was gifted. I didn’t want these negative thoughts. I was alone and now bored. I wanted sexy thoughts.

I closed my eyes and started to picture the hunters in all their glory. They had one of their successful hunts which meant it was time to celebrate. And by celebrate, I mean a full-out hunter orgy. I pictured them shoving their tongues down each other’s throats as they pressed their hard, sweaty bodies against one another. Dak himself is pressing his hot, stiff member against the abs of one of his fellow hunters. He backs away, spit connecting their lips and pre connecting his cock to the other’s tight abdomen, a trail down his chiseled features. Dak looks over and sees me staring, watching them from behind a bush. I panic. I’m not supposed to be there. But rather than yell or chase me away, Dak holds out a rough hand, beckoning me to join them. I am confused. I glance behind me to see the other sexy man who must be there waiting, but there’s no one. I turn back and point at myself, certain he couldn’t mean me. Dak holds my gaze in his own, slowly nodding his head while slowly rubbing his beautiful, hardened cock. His manhood is pointed right at me, as if asking me to take it in my hand. In my mouth. I leave my hiding spot behind the bush and walk towards them. It’s as if time is moving slowly. As I near, suddenly Szan steps in between myself and the rutting hunters. His face is as charming as ever, his grin sincere and somewhat mischievous. He is hard too. Apparently, he’s a grower. I gently take his hard tool in my hand. Szan makes a breathy noise that sounds like my touch was enough to almost make him cum then and there. I lean in to kiss him.

Are you ignoring me?

My eyes shot open and I sat up, panicked yet again. My eyes darted around the empty room. Was…was that another thought? That one was weird. Really weird. It sounded like one of my thoughts, but it couldn’t have been, right? I’ve been having some weird thoughts pop up recently, but this one was the weirdest yet. In fact, this thought interrupted my other thoughts I was having. I was just about to do things with Szan.

Are you some kind of masochist? Realizing your sad pathetic life and just start masturbating?

That…that wasn’t a thought. That was a voice. I heard it like it was someone in Servantshome. It couldn’t have been a thought. I didn’t even know what some of those words meant.

I stood up, bewildered. My horniness was completely gone, replaced with other emotions. I looked around again, but there was nowhere for someone to hide in here. I quickly moved to the entrance and poked my head outside. There was no one that I could see there either. I returned back and continued my futile search.

Will you please say something? You will not find me.

Okay, they must be on roof and calling down through the thatch. They are messing with me because I am new. Probably one of the other servants. Szan probably knew this would happen at some point. They probably do this to all the new servants, right?

My eyes stared up, though I didn’t lean back my head, almost like I was now too scared to move. “Where…where are you?” I asked quietly. Quieter than I intended. Definitely quieter than a person hiding atop the roof could hear.

What do you mean? I am here.

The voice was loud and clear. It didn’t sound like it was coming from the roof. It sounded as though someone stood talking right next to me, yet there was no one.

“You are not here,” I said quivering, almost in a whisper. “There is no one here but me.”

True, sort of. And yet, I am here. I am always where I need to be.

This is not possible. This does not make sense.

I have been trying to talk to you for some time. I’ve come to know you. And like you. I think I can help you.

I was frozen. No, I was dreaming. I lulled myself into a deep sleep when thinking about the hunters and Szan, and now I am dreaming this weird dream of this voice with no body. Oh yeah, the King’s Voice…that’s why. I had that intense moment with the King’s Voice and now I am dreaming about a voice. Of course. I am being so silly.

I slapped my face, but nothing changed. I was still standing there. I slapped it again, my cheek stinging. Still nothing.

What are you doing? Are you trying to do that thing where you think you’re asleep and you try to wake yourself up? You’re not sleeping. And typically I believe they pinch themselves. The slapping seems a bit much.

“Who…Who are you?” I whimpered.

I am me.

Some irritation started to mix in with my fear. “Yes, but what is your name?”

I do not have one.

“Are you a spirit?”

I am not.

“A…demon?”

Heh heh. No.

“Are you…are you a god?” I asked the voice.

Are you a god?

The more this conversation (conversation? Is that what this is?) went on, the less afraid I was feeling and the more annoyed I became.

I put my hands on my hips and frowned. “As someone who claims to have come to know me, it should be clear that I am not a god.”

And what would you say to being able to become one?

My brows furrowed, but before I was able to respond there came a thunk near the Servantshome entrance. My head whipped around toward the noise, ready to discover whomever was behind this elaborate prank, but once again there was no one there.

There was something there though resting on the ground. It wasn’t very large, whatever it was. I slowly crept closer, cautiously. I knelt down to the item that was there which wasn’t there before. It was a small black statue of a person. I took the statue in my hand. It was cool to the touch. As I lifted it up, I realized that it was a perfectly sculpted statue of…me.

What…what is this? I turned the statue around in my hands, taking in every angle. I had never before seen something so exquisitely made. The artistry of this statue made my drawings look like something made of pig slop. No, worse than pig slop. The statue’s face had such fine detail. The only time I have ever seen myself is as a said: in murky, muddy puddles. Is this what I looked like, really?

Though somewhat unfamiliar with the details of my face, there was definitely a feature that I recognized as clear as anything else. That was my little nub of a cock. A perfect representation. This statue was surely me. No one else is that size.

Once again, I quickly rushed outside of Servantshome, the statue still in my hands. My head and eyes darted in every direction to catch whoever left this thing in the entryway. It was the same as last time. No one around. Just stillness.

Careful. I am fairly certain you are probably not allowed to have that.

I looked back to the statue in my hands. The voice was likely correct and I jump back inside. “Did you place this there?” I asked.

What a silly question. Of course that was there because of me.

I walked over to my bed and set the statue on it, taking a step back to look at it again. Whatever it was made of was so black, I felt like I could somehow fall into it and disappear. “Did you make this?”

You could say that.

I frowned. “When did you make it?”

Just then.

I frowned further. “Why do you answer my questions, but you do not answer my questions.”

I answer how I can.

“See?” I huffed.

If you must know, I said it was ‘there because of me’ because I didn’t ‘place’ it there as your question intended. I also answered your question regarding if I had ‘made it’ the way I did for the same reason. I didn’t ‘make’ it as you assumed I had. I have no physical body to do these things. But I did do these things. I did not bend over and set it down on the ground and I did not carve or chisel it, but it was there because of me, and it does exist because of me.

I am not liking this voice, whatever it was. “How do you know what I assumed? Can you read my mind as well?”

I can and cannot do many things. But just so you are happy and you fully understand: I cannot read your mind.

“You could have just said that,” I stated, crossing my arms. “Your tricky way of talking is not needed and is frustrating.”

I talk how I talk.

“Do you…talk? I mean if you don’t have a body or a mouth…”

Do you not hear me?

I sighed again. This did not seem possible. This did not seem real. I am still dreaming. Or perhaps I have gone mad. If I’m not asleep, then I have gone mad. This is a creation of my own mad mind.

I looked to the statue again. I couldn’t explain this thing if that were the case. Unless…it’s not really there, I just believe it is.

I looked up, as if that is where the voice was coming from. A voice in the sky. “Prove it,” I said.

Come again?

“Prove you’re real. Prove you are not just my own thoughts.”

Then you must be very imaginative. But I suppose that would make sense given the many times you closed your eyes and touched yourself, moaning like some lonely fool. Imagining it is all you have been able to do it would seem.

My heart skipped a beat. I was being watched then? My face turned scarlet.

Truthfully, it is in those moments that I wish I were able to read your mind. I bet it is very fun to hear and see. I must say, you are quite focused on the cocks around you.

“I…I…”

I told you that I have come to know you. I have seen you watching your hunters. I have seen you practically salivating over the king’s supposed amazing size, Szan’s, even the fool called the king’s voice. Pretty much every man you come in contact with. You’re quite fixated.

“But…I…I don’t…”

Your porn drawings?

“…porn?”

You know the drawings to which I refer.

“Do…do you…are you always just watching me?” I looked over my shoulder though I already knew no one would be there.

I watch you.

“Do you…watch others? Or just me?”

I watch you.

I was feeling creeped out, someone always watching everything I do. But then I was reminded how I would always secretly watch the hunters. I guess fair is fair. Though this situation seemed a little less fair.

Pull it together. I searched for something within myself to gain back my footing and gather up courage. “I still haven’t heard any proof that you are not my own thoughts,” I said, trying to sound confident. “Just distraction.”

The statue wasn’t enough?

“Someone could have made it in the way you say I assume, and placed it there, once again as you say I assume, without me being able to catch them. It is not enough.”

What about the fact that I say words that you clearly do not know or understand? Porn, for example?

I shrugged. “If I’m mad, then I could just be making up words. I’ve never heard anyone else say or use them. Sounds like complete nonsense to me.”

So you think you are crazy?

“I am feeling like I’m going mad,” I said honestly. “I’m unsure if I’m standing here just talking to myself. I want real proof.”

Fine. How about this: right now Szan is in what you call ‘kingshome’. A made-up word if I’ve ever heard one, by the way.

“All words are made up. Anyways, I know this already. This is not proof.”

Well, what you may not know is that right now as we speak, the bath has paused for a moment. Rather, Szan is currently dragging his tongue up the entire length of the king’s ‘great’ cock. Real slowly. From base to tip. The king is sitting back on what I assume is some sort of bathing throne. He has his arm draped across his eyes with his head back, looking rather pleased if I had to guess. How hard his cock appears is enough to tell me that. Very stiff. Very swollen. Quite the solid hard-on.

My eyes widened wider and wider as the voice spoke, weaving this image.

Now Szan is attempting to take the king’s swollen cock head in his mouth….oh, but he is struggling to fit it. Pity. Personally, I’d say it speaks more to the size of Szan’s mouth than anything but what do I know. The king seems tickled that Szan is struggling to take him in his mouth. Probably makes him feel really big…yeah, he definitely likes it. He’s trying to force it passed Szan’s stretched lips. I mean, really going for it. Oh…and good for you, he finally came all over Szan’s face and his own rounded belly. A decent orgasm, it seemed. Cum everywhere.

Now Szan picks up the sponge he had set aside. Well, a hunk of wet moss that he is using like a sponge. I suppose you all don’t have actual sponges. Those are from the ocean and there is not one anywhere nearby here, so it makes sense you don’t have them. Anyways, he is getting back to it, finishing the job and cleaning the new mess the king just made.

I stood there with my jaw open. Was I drooling? I hadn’t fully heard the end of the story where the voice started rambling on about things I didn’t understand. At some point I had cum myself, shooting onto the ground before me. A decent amount, at least for me.

Looks like you enjoyed yourself as well, Hanuk.

I scoffed and kicked dirt over my spilled seed. Still, I was a little embarrassed at the idea of someone having watched me cum for what sounds like some time now, and here I was doing it again.

“Don’t say my name,” I said. “…Makes me feel even more like I’m talking to myself.” I crossed over and moved the statue aside, sitting on my bed now.

Did I not just prove that you are indeed not talking to yourself?

I sat and thought about it. With an expression of uncertainty, I responded, “Does it though? Szan did say he would make the king happy, so this would be something I already knew would likely happen.”

Knew? At the time you acted like you didn’t know what he was talking about.

“And,” I continued. “As you know at this point, I do have a good imagination. I could have easily thought of that myself. That is totally something that I would do.”

Okay. Now I feel as though you are being stubborn on purpose.

“Are you even able to ‘feel‘, though?” I asked, not being able to hide a slight grin. I was going to give the voice a taste of his own trickiness. I thought back to his story (had I stopped thinking about that story?). Maybe I challenge him. “Then tell me, how big was the king when hard?” I asked, somewhat smug. Okay, maybe it wasn’t a challenge. Maybe I just wanted to know so next time I could picture it clearer.

My estimate would be between 11 and 12 inches.

“Nchez?” I said, feeling like my mouth was making strange shapes. My face clearly showed my confusion.

Right. Hmmm…oh, I would say that he was roughly the height of your statue there. Reached past his navel.

I saw the statue sitting next to me and shuddered. Whoa… I planned to hold the statue up to myself when I was alone later to get a real good idea of just how big. The thought was exciting. Wait, will I ever be alone?

The king did not touch himself the entire time. Not even once. Ask your friend when he returns. He will verify.

“Sounds like the king doesn’t do anything himself, so no surprise there.”

You will see.

I crossed my arms and laughed. “Mad people see all kinds of things,” I stated. I paused, waiting to hear his witty response. However, I was met with silence. I sat there for a moment, waiting. Still nothing. Had he left? Had he never been there to start with?

“Uh…hello?” I called out looking around. “Hello? Are you there?” Nothing. I looked beside me to my bed. Where I had set the statue was now empty too. The statue was gone. Or maybe never was there to start with.

Great. I am mad.

A commotion came from the Servantshome entrance. Immediately I thought it was more voice trickery, but instead a saw many people entering the homestead, many looking exhausted. These were clearly the other servants returning home for the day. Some chatted amongst themselves. Some looked stoic like they were still working.

I recognized the King’s Arms, both of them looking very serious. Now that I had a better look at them, the pair looked exactly the same, as if twins. They were built like any one of the strongest hunters. They both caught my gaze but quickly looked away, heading towards their individual beds on the other side of Servantshome. I was now thankful that the statue wasn’t just sitting out to be seen by others (had anyone else been able to see the thing as I had). Szan said that the King’s Arms took the rules very seriously, so if there was anyone here I didn’t want to see it, it was them.

The distraction was nice and welcomed. I was nearly able to put aside my worry about actively losing my mind. I wondered who was who. Who did what.

Then I saw Szan coming in with the crowd. His face lit up when he saw me and he raced over. I think my face lit up too. “Hello again, Hanuk!” He beamed. “Everyone! This is Hanuk, the new King’s Bather!” He shouted out to the room, waving his hand above him to get all the servants’ attention.

I shrunk down when all eyes landed on me. Small, little, dirty me. Some of the servants gave me a kind smile as a welcome. Others just saw me and then moved on without much acknowledgment at all.

Szan sat back on his bed across from me, curling up his legs beneath him. “Hope you did all right waiting around here by yourself!”

By myself? I was by myself, wasn’t I. “I was more worried about you,” I said. “Was the king upset?”

Szan shrugged and leaned casually. “I told you I’d take care of it,” he smiled. “Tomorrow, we will go to Kingshome together.”

Another man came near and took the bed on the other side of me. I eyed him warily, not remembering if he was one that accepted Szan’s announcement or brushed me off. “That is Tamto,” Szan stated. “He’s one of the King’s Feeders.”

“Hello, Hanuk. It is good to meet you,” Tamto said.

Tamto was a nice-looking man. Tall and slender. He had an average sized cock. One that I appreciated, but didn’t get excited about (as if I am to judge anyone). I then remembered what the voice had said about me being focused on the cocks around me. I quickly made sure I wasn’t staring.

Tamto discreetly looked about him, making sure no one was paying them any attention. He then held out his hand towards me. It was clasped. I assumed the intention was for me to reach my hand out as well, so I did, though I looked awkward. Tamto then opened his hand and dropped a couple of berries onto my open palm. “I apologize. This is all I have to offer to eat. It was all I could manage to conceal,” Tamto told me quietly so others could not overhear.

I was suddenly overwhelmed with gratitude. No one had ever given me a gift before. And for him to think of me, the lowest in the rankings of our entire people. It was unheard of. My eyes darted up to his face, it kindly smiling. Quickly, I shoved the berries into my mouth before anyone could see.

“Normally, the King’s Feeders bring the King’s Bathers their meals to Servantshome during the day. It is part of their responsibilities, but today the King’s Voice announced a king’s feast,” Szan quietly explained. “The King’s Feeders had to prioritize the king of course. I figured that would happen. It usually does when there is to be a feast, so I had asked Tamto to bring you something as we were all readying to return to Servantshome for the night.”

My eyes teared up. “That was very kind,” I sniffled. “I don’t need either of you risking getting in trouble for me.”

“It was nothing,” Tamto said. “Honestly, the king probably wouldn’t care if he knew. He wants his King’s Bathers to remain healthy. Had I stolen it for me, that’s another story. And had the King’s Voice or the King’s Arms seen me…? But it’s fine.”

The king wants his bathers healthy? Does everyone think the king values the King’s Bathers so?

“Well, I should really try to get some sleep. It has been a long day,” Tamto stated with a yawn. “It was nice meeting you, Hanuk.” He laid back on his bed and turned away.

I returned to Szan. “Is it that late?” I asked him quietly, not wanting to disturb Tamto. Szan nodded. “When the king goes to sleep, the servants are released to return to Servantshome. Of course, that doesn’t quite apply to us. We return when our responsibilities are completed. Usually when the King’s Voice collects me early, as he did today, I am back to Servantshome before the rest. Not today. And the king went to bed when my task was completed.”

I raised my eyebrows, thinking of the voice’s story. Thinking of Szan’s tongue discovering every thick vein and groove along the king’s statue-sized cock. It traveled up the tight skin of his shaft and finding the warm, smooth, bulbous mushroom at the top. A mushroom too big to properly fit inside his mouth. The mouth I was looking at right now.

I crossed my legs, afraid to make a mess again.

“The bath…took longer than usual?” I asked. I didn’t want to just come out and say it, ask him if it was because he pleasured the king to keep him happy.

“It does sometimes.” That was all he said. “Speaking of bath, we need to get you cleaned up.” Szan stood up and beckoned me to follow him. “I will show you to the servants’ bath. It’s right behind Servantshome.”

I was surprised, but got up and followed him anyway. “Are we allowed to leave Servantshome now? I thought we weren’t to leave.”

Szan nodded. “You’ll learn quickly,” Szan said. “Like the King’s Voice said, remaining clean is part of our expectations. So going to the servants’ bath is part of our responsibilities. We are only following the king’s wishes. Going to the servants’ bath is the only time we are granted the ability to leave Servantshome on our own accord. And you need to be prepared if we are summoned again. We shouldn’t wait until tomorrow.”

As we neared the Servantshome exit, Szan once again announced loudly to the other servants. “The King’s Bathers are to take to the servant’s bath!” he shouted before taking my hand and dragging me outside. I felt bad for Tamto and any other servant who was trying to fall asleep.

Outside was much darker than the last time I poked my head outside Servantshome. Did I really spend that long talking to…to myself or whatever it was? I could barely see anything, but Szan seemed to know exactly where he was going.

“That was mostly for the King’s Arms,” Szan said, referring to his big announcement of our departure as he continued to lead me onward. “Don’t need them getting the wrong idea.”

“Is the servants’ bath…just for us?” I asked him. I started to wonder if the other servants resented the King’s Bathers. It would explain some of the reactions I’ve received when Szan introduced me. The king does not have us work all day. He has the King’s Feeders bring us food. What other special treatment do the King’s Bathers get that might make the other servants dislike us?

Although, Tamto didn’t seem to feel that way. He was kind.

Szan giggled. “No. The servants’ bath is for all the servants. We are just the only ones where its use is a requirement. Unfortunately for them, the only time they can use the servants’ bath is if they wake before dawn prior to going to Kingshome. They must be there before the king wakes and they must remain in Servantshome for the night once the king goes to sleep.”

I frowned. “It feels wrong that we can use it now and they cannot.” I was not accustomed to having privileges that others did not.

Szan stopped for a moment, but did not release my hand. I think he was looking at me, but I couldn’t be entirely sure in this darkness. “Are you afraid of how the others view the King’s Bathers because not everyone welcomed you?” he asked me sweetly.

I paused a moment before answering. “Somewhat.”

“Some of them are just like that,” Szan said. He was quiet for a bit before continuing, like he was trying to find the words that he wanted to say. “For some, all they see is…your manhood.”

It struck me for some reason for Szan to mention my manhood, him not saying it was unimpressive but really meaning that without saying it. I mean, I know I am small. The smallest. I’ve said it many times. But to hear Szan say it (but not say it) hurt my heart. The grasp I had on his hand loosened, but his tightened.

“Hey,” he said. “I do not care about that.” I heard him, but I did not believe it. Everyone cared about that. It was all that mattered. All that dictated whether I am a harvester with no friends in a home unworthy of the name, ignored by all, or a great hunter going on adventures and being celebrated and revered.

“I understand,” I said. “That is how I’ve always lived. That is the life I was given. But if I am to be honest, I am more afraid of how they view the King’s Bathers not for myself but…for you. I do not like the idea of others seeing you that way.”

I could almost hear Szan’s grin. What I did not hear or see coming was when Zsan leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. I froze. Szan pulled away and pulled me forward again by my hand. “Come on. We are almost there.”

As I waded into the water, I couldn’t stop thinking.

Szan kissed me. Szan thinks I’m pretty. Szan thinks…Szan thinks I’m small. I am small. Did he even kiss me or did I imagine it again? He didn’t kiss me. I hear voices, I see statues and I feel Szan’s lips. The same lips that kissed the king’s giant cock. That didn’t kiss the king’s giant cock. I imagined that as well. I am going mad.

“You all right?” Szan asked. “You’ve gotten quiet.” He dipped into the water as well, joining me.

My eyes were adjusted to the night at this point, but I still had a hard time seeing. The moon was not shining as it sometimes did. The water we sat in was shallow and didn’t seem very large. Like a small pond or something. With us both in the water, Szan was practically on top of me. Was this because the bath was small…or because he wanted to be near me? I couldn’t tell.

“Look, I apologize if I crossed a line,” Szan said. So…he did kiss me? My heart fluttered.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel bad mentioning your…manhood,” Szan stated.

My heart dropped. Maybe he didn’t kiss me. “I’m aware of my standing,” I said. “It’s fine.” I began to scrub my legs and feet, working to get myself ‘pure’ for the king. I didn’t know if Szan had actually kissed me. I supposed I could ask him but I didn’t want to sound as crazy as I felt.

Ask him.

My eyes shot wide. The voice was back. I didn’t move a muscle and became completely tense. It sounded as though whomever said it sat right next to us in the water. “Did…did you hear that?” I whispered to Szan.

“Hmm?” he said, then listened. “Oh, that’s just a frog chirping. They come into the servants’ bath all the time. Don’t worry. They usually hop away once we come in the water.”

He couldn’t hear it…

It’s decided: I am mad.

Ask him already.

“I thought you couldn’t read my mind,” I said quietly through gritted teeth.

“What?” Szan asked, confused.

I told you, I cannot. Now ask him about having sex with the king. He will prove me.

Oh, the voice wasn’t talking about the kiss…

“I… uh… I… I just meant… that I thought… uh…that you would know… that I actually got quiet before because of… how you… how you held my hand and… how you… you…” I trailed off. I tried my best to cover my talking to no one, but it was clumsy.

“How I kissed you?” Szan finished for me. So, he did kiss me? He did kiss me!

You boys move fast. Didn’t you two just meet each other this morning?

I wasn’t sure why the voice was bringing up the speed of our movements right now, but I was a little distracted by other things to give it too much thought. Szan moved closer to me, the water rippling. I felt skin against my skin. “Is this okay?” He asked.

“Uh…sure,” I said, sounding stupid in my ears. I wasn’t sure how to respond. I have pictured something like this many times before. Not in a bath (I didn’t have one of those), but a late night secret meeting between myself and someone else. Lips touching, bodies touching, cocks touching. I usually picture myself bigger in this scenario.

Ooo…statue big…

Now that I’m facing something real (not that I’ve been great at telling the difference lately), I’m coming up short (ha). I’m reminded that my reality is far from anything I’ve ever imagined.

“We should be getting back,” I said before standing up, water dripping down my body. “I’m clean now.”

Szan stood too. “Yes…yes, of course.”

As we walked back around to the Servantshome entrance, we did not hold hands. Szan did not say anything. We just walked silently.

I am thinking he believes you dismissed him.

This did seem like my own thought. It was at least something that I had been thinking, if it wasn’t.

Did you? Dismiss him, I mean.

I did my best to ignore the voice. But he was right. I was right. The thought tormented me. I thought about it the whole walk back. I thought about it as I laid in my new bed, unable to sleep.

Why did I do nothing? Why did I dismiss him? What is wrong with me? I sighed. And then, it occurred to me. I know why. I am not worthy of Szan’s affection. I may be a King’s Bather like him, and he may not be that large himself, but he is still beyond me. I cannot allow Szan to lower himself by doing that with me.

What are you thinking about? I can see that you are bothered by something.

I slowly looked over to Szan. He was curled up on his bed sleeping, his chest slowly rising and lowering at a steady pace. I then looked to Tamto on the other side of me. He was asleep before we even returned and he still hadn’t moved since.

“I am bothered,” I whispered. I paused to see if anyone within Servantshome shifted or moved in response, but nothing had changed. “I am bothered by this whole thing,” I continued.

Why did you not ask Szan about what happened during the king’s bath? Didn’t you want to prove me true?

“I couldn’t just ask him if he sucked the king’s cock,” I said even quieter than before. “I’m not sure that would have been enough anyways.”

At least enough to question it?

“Sure, enough to question it, but not enough to be certain. I’m already questioning it anyways.”

Fine. What would it take for you to be certain?

I put my hands behind my head and stared up at the thatched roof. I would likely become very familiar with this roof. I thought about it for a moment, not sure. Rather than an answer, all I could think about was a question.

“If it were true,” I began, “and you were able to see within Kingshome in that moment, does this mean you can see everywhere?”

Not all at once if that’s what you mean. It is as I told you, I am always where I need to be. In that moment I needed to be there so I could provide you the proof you wanted.

“So you were talking with me here…but watching there?” It boggled the mind.

Can you not do two things at once?

“Not in two completely different places!” I may have gotten a little louder with that one. I quickly put my hand over my mouth and laid still. No one else appeared to notice, all seeming to remain asleep.

Careful.

I waited a moment more. Still nothing. I let out a relaxed breath, relieved.

I will prove to you that I am real, and you are not crazy. Look to your feet.

That sent a shiver down my spine. I quickly ran through all the potential horrors that awaited me at the foot of my bed. With fear in my eyes, I slowly glanced down to my feet.

There, resting between my two feet, was the black statue of me. When did that get there?

As quickly as the fear came, it had left me, and I looked back to the ceiling once again. “We have done the statue thing already. It wasn’t enough the first time.”

Yes, but how did it suddenly appear on your bed while everyone else was asleep?

I sighed, something I seemed to do a lot when talking to the voice. “Maybe Tamto there is faking being asleep and while I was looking up, he quietly placed it there. Maybe you’re Tamto. Or maybe it’s not actually there, I just think it is.”

You are incorrigible.

“Nonsense word,” I said flatly, unamused.

Hmph. The words you know and don’t know seem so haphazard to me.

“Another nonsense word.”

What will it take to convince you? Tell me and I will do it.

Hmmmm. I pondered. I thought about everything that had happened throughout the day. This unexpected for-once-interesting day. “You had said that you can and cannot do many things,” I started. “What are the limits to what you can do?”

Tell me and I will do it.

“Then make me worthy of Szan!”

I had just blurted it out. And a bit too loudly again. I laid there quietly blushing for a moment, not that I seemed to have anything to be embarrassed about in front of the voice at this point.

Worthy of Szan, huh?

“Um…y…yes?”

And that would make you certain?

“It would definitely be something I’d think impossible otherwise,” I said.

Just so we are clear, what you are asking for is a bigger cock, correct?

“Is it something that you can do?” I asked. My heart started to beat faster.

Perhaps. And being granted a bigger cock would prove me to you?

“It would be a dream made true,” I said.

In your case quite literally, I am sure. Consider it done.

My heart skipped. “Really?!” I said in like a shouted whisper, this time managing to keep my volume under control but sitting up quickly to look at myself. How big is it? I didn’t feel anything, but maybe it’s not something that I would feel.

I looked down and found my cock exactly the same. The same small, lowly nub of a cock.

Well, not done exactly.

I frowned deeply. “Are you kidding me?! Do you think this is funny or something? Are you a fake, my own madness, or just a liar? The one who chooses his words so carefully now fails the word ‘done’?”

Settle down before you wake your roommates, and take a look at your statue.

Still frowning, I looked to the statue still sitting at the foot of my bed. I leaned over and picked it up. The statue as I knew it had changed. Now the statue had a mighty cock where my original menial manhood had been. Like really, really big. Bigger than the king’s for sure, at least as it compared to the body of my statue-self. Seeing it was enough to arouse me, or it would have been had I not been so angry.

“So, what? Is this the part where you tell me that when I said to make me worthy that I wasn’t specific enough and you made statue-me worthy?” I whispered angrily. I put the statue back down, unimpressed. “You know, this actually is more so proof that this is not real. I’m not sure if I am more upset that you are messing with me or that my own mad mind would torment me so. Let me guess, I wake up tomorrow morning and the statue is gone again?” I laid back down in a huff. “Just leave me be and let me sleep.”

Relax. You will have what you asked. However—

“Yes. However….?” I muttered mockingly while rolling my eyes.

However, since you have made it so clear that nothing so simple will give you the proof you demand, I have done you one better.

I frowned again. “One better than what? At this point, I deserve at least two or three better.”

Just listen. I have devised something right up your alley.

“My what?”

As of now, your cum makes your manhood grow bigger. You want to be more worthy? Move up your people’s ridiculous hierarchy? All you have to do is taste your cum. The more you taste, the bigger you become. The bigger you get, the more you cum. No denying me then. In fact, your cum can make anyone’s manhood grow bigger, sharing your gift. This way you can convince your little friend there too if you wish. What do you say to that?

As I laid there and listened, I was at a loss for words. I understood most of it, and it sounded impossible and not something I had ever thought about before nor would have come up with myself…right? Now that I heard it, it would be all I think about.

Well? Say something. Did I confuse you again?

“Wha…I…is that something you can really do?” I asked.

You are confused, it would seem. It is not something I can do. It is something I did do. That statue could still be a true representation, if you wished and made it so.

“That…that’s not possible.”

Heh heh. Well, take a taste and find out for yourself. Have fun.

I had called out to the voice a number of times that night. I had so many questions. However, the voice did not answer me. I wasn’t sure if he was gone or just not talking anymore. If I was alone (with everyone around me sleeping), or still being silently watched.

I looked to the statue again, still there and still displaying a huge cock. I licked my lips. Could it be true? The statue didn’t disappear this time… The voice was right, there really was only one way to know for sure.

I wanted to do it. Just the idea excited me. But there was this other feeling that I just couldn’t get rid of: fear. Fear of learning that I made the whole thing up in my head. Fear of what would happen if it actually was true. I went back and forth on whether to do it for so long that I ended up falling asleep without even realizing.

It wasn’t until the morning, when I was awakened by the shuffling and commotion of the other servants leaving for their day’s duties at Kingshome, that I even realized time had passed.

I sat up quickly, realizing that sleeping in while the others trudged off to work would not be helpful in my quest to not be resented by them.

“Morning,” Szan smiled, leaning towards me. “You seemed to be sleeping so deeply.”

I tried to laugh it off, but I was more embarrassed than anything. Szan continued to say something to me, but my thoughts were elsewhere. I was regretting not having just gone for it last night. Why did I stop myself? What was I so scared of? If the voice were still talking to me, I was certain he’d chastise my cowardice. The whole thing was still unbelievable. If it weren’t for the statue, I would be convinced it was a dream.

The statue…?

I looked around me and my bed. There was no statue to be found, big-cocked or otherwise. It had disappeared again. I started to look around with more urgency, being obvious I wasn’t listening to anything that Szan was saying. I was either crazy or the voice was toying with me.

“Are you looking for your statue?” Szan asked in a whisper.

I met his eyes, my mouth ajar. “St…statue?”

“Yes,” he said, checking to make sure the last servant had left and then moving to his own bed. He lifted the hide of his bed and moved around some of the moss he had added beneath it for comfort. He then lifted up the all too familiar black statue and held it out to me. “I was waiting until everyone had left and we were alone. When I woke up this morning, I saw it next to you. I hid it before anyone else noticed.”

I was still dumbfounded. “You… you can see that?” I asked stupidly.

Szan gave me a confused look. “Uh, yes? I didn’t want you to get in trouble. We can’t have personal items.”

“I…I…” I wasn’t sure what to say or how to explain it.

“It’s fine,” Szan said with an assuring grin. He set it gently on my bed. “I don’t care. Whatever it is, it sure has an impressive…presence, if you don’t mind me saying. I had no idea you were such a talented artist.”

“I’m not,” I said. “I…didn’t actually make it.”

“Oh, I just figured since it looked like you,” Szan explained.

My shock at Szan being able to also see the statue was suddenly replaced with the realization that Szan had thought I’d made a statue of myself with a giant cock. I could feel my face turning red.

“No, I found it,” I spat out.

Szan looked puzzled. “You just found a statue that resembles you? Where? You didn’t have it when I brought you here.”

“No. It…was a gift,” I stammered.

“A gift? From whom? I’m confused.”

“No, it was a gift that someone left for me that I found. I don’t know who.”

Szan just looked at me for a moment, more than anything probably trying to understand why I was acting so weird. “I see… well, like I said, it’s fine. Just make sure that you keep it hidden.”

I nodded and lifted the corner of my own bed, putting the statue underneath, lying on its side. Under the hide of my bed, it left a lump on its surface.

“We need to get you that moss for your bed,” Szan stated.

“That would be great,” I said probably a bit too quickly, happy for the change of subject.

Szan wasn’t wearing his typical grin. His eyes actually were a bit narrowed. “I suppose I could go collect some for you. You wait here just in case someone comes to cover my absence. Tell them I’m using the servant’s bath.”

“Yes, of course,” I nodded.

“Well then,” Szan said. “I guess I will be right back.” He gave me one more confused look before exiting the Servantshome.

I dropped my face into my hands. I handled that poorly. I felt terrible. My second day as one of the King’s Bathers, finally giving Szan the company he hadn’t had in a long time, and Szan is off by himself again. I messed up. He probably thinks I’m keeping secrets from him, like I don’t trust him. I acted so weirdly.

Realizing this, I raced to the Servantshome exit and called out to Szan, but he was already gone. Defeated, I sulked back to my spot on my bed and slumped down.

I keep ruining it. First, I get him in trouble and make it so he has to please the king. Then I dismiss him. Now I keep things from him. Szan is so great, and I… I’m not.

I thought about wanting to be worthy of Szan. About how I almost shouted it out last night. I am not worthy of kind, beautiful Szan.

But, I can be.

The statue was proven real. Szan saw it. He held it. If the statue is real, then…maybe…

I laid flat on my bed, lying just so to make sure I wasn’t atop the hidden statue. Slowly, I moved my fingers gently down my body and started to touch myself. It didn’t take much to get me started. I thought about the statue. I thought about Szan. I thought about my cock growing. I rubbed the swelling head of my cock as it reacted to my thoughts and my touch. I thought about the voice watching me touch myself. How close was he watching? Did he see my face as it slackened with the pleasure, my mouth partly open, my breath getting heavier? Did he see my little cock become shiny and slick with pre as my fingers worked it and pulled at it, as they have done many times before? Did he see my legs tense up, pushing into my bed, knocking against the lump of the statue? Did he see me arch my back, raising it above the bed and pressing the back of my head against the rough hide?

With a lurch, I spurted into my hand while every muscle in my body spasmed.

Once I finished, I lay there for a moment working to catch my breath. Finally, I lifted my hand above my face. Cloudy white wetness coated my fingers and palm. I stared at it as it slowly dripped down my hand. It didn’t look any different from how it ever had as far as I could tell. I wondered how it would taste. I was about to find out. I wasn’t going to miss the opportunity again.

“I hope you are watching,” I said out loud, and before I could change my mind, I shoved my wet fingers into my mouth.

The saltiness surprised me as my cum soaked fingers dragged across my tongue. The texture was a bit strange but it wasn’t bad.

After cleaning my hand, I sat up and leaned on my elbows to look down at my manhood. I was still. I wondered, waiting for something to happen. I spread my legs apart so I could see it clearly. Any sign that the voice spoke the truth. That this was all real.

Right as I was starting to fall back into doubt, I started to experience a strange sensation. Like a warmth and a tingling feeling in my groin. My eyes were set on my little nub of a cock, focused and serious.

I was so focused, in fact, that I hadn’t heard someone else come into Servantshome. “Hello, Hanuk,” a voice said. A voice that didn’t sound like the voice or like Szan. I jumped from surprise, scrambling to look halfway normal and not like I had just pleasured myself and eaten my own cum before staring my cock down.

I turned to see Tamto standing there with a wooden board in his hands, carrying some food. He gave me a smile as a greeting. “I’ve brought you both a meal,” he said, showing the board with some bread, berries, and potatoes. I briefly wondered if those potatoes were an offering from my old field. “Where is Szan?” he asked, looking around the room.

“Oh, he is at the servants’ bath,” I said, following our plan. I was uncertain whether Tamto was someone we would tell the truth to, so I thought it better to just be safe.

“I see,” he said simply. He bent over and set the board of food on my bed next to me.

I could still feel that strange sensation in my groin. I tried not to think about it, forcing my face and body to appear relaxed and unconcerned. Then the feeling started to change. The tingling didn’t go away, but I also felt something else. Movement? I quickly crossed my legs, attempting to hide whatever was happening. I could feel something pressing into my inner thigh of my crossed legs. I wanted to look so badly, but I didn’t dare. I didn’t want to bring attention to Tamto to what was happening. What was happening?! I wanted…needed to look so badly that I half-considered just throwing my legs back open, Tamto be damned.

“Well, I would have loved to have stayed around to say hello to Szan, but I must get back to Kingshome,” Tamto said, seemingly oblivious to my current situation. “You tell him I said hello for me?”

“Yes,” I replied, willing him away. “I will do that.”

Tamto nodded and turned to leave. “I will see you at end of day.”

I watched him exit Servantshome but I sat there for a moment, waiting just in case. At some point when I was fumbling around and talking to Tamto the tingling feeling had stopped, but I still felt something against my crossed thigh that hadn’t been there before.

Finally feeling like I was in the clear, I slowly opened my legs. There, nestled between my thighs, was my cock, but it wasn’t the cock I had come to accept as the one I would always have. This one was bigger.

My cock had grown, just as the voice had promised. I no longer had a nub of a thing. I actually could see the shaft now, and it hung down, something not possible before. I couldn’t believe it. It was still smaller than most, but I was now comparable to Szan.

My mouth was slack, and I could feel my heart beat in my head. Nothing else existed in that moment. It was just me and my newly grown cock.

Just seeing it caused my cock to stir. It pulsed and started to point out further, becoming engorged and hard. I reached down and took hold of my manhood. I could hold my cock with my hand, and my cockhead reached out past my grip. That wasn’t possible before. My cock was longer than my palm! It was probably double the size it was before! I probably wasn’t the smallest anymore!

I got up from my bed and moved the board of food aside. I threw the hide on my bed back to reveal the statue again and took it up, holding it up to my groin like I had wanted to. It pressed against my body. My cock didn’t come close to the size of the statue of course. The cold solidity of the statue rested against my lower stomach, reaching past my navel just like the voice had suggested. The king must be huge to see hard in person….

My cock was stiff and pointed straight up in the air. I set the statue back down and jerked my hips side to side, feeling my cock move slightly with them. I jumped up and down, my cock bobbing with my movements. This was such a new sensation for me. My cock quickly started to drool, producing pre at an alarming rate. I licked my lips again as I was reminded that the voice said I could get as big as the statue if I wanted. I looked to the statue again, seeing the details of its giant cock attached to my statue-body. I was ready for another taste.

I was ecstatic. I spun around with joy, and I found myself face to face with Szan. He stood before me with his arms full of the moss he had collected. His gaze was right on my stiff, drooling cock.

“Szan!” I exclaimed, basically yelling in his face without meaning to. I looked down at my hard cock, completely obvious now that it was bigger.

“I apologize. I didn’t mean to sneak up on you,” Szan said, setting the moss onto the ground but not averting his gaze from my hard cock.

I covered myself with my hands, smearing the dripping pre across myself in the process. I then noticed that when I had excitedly spun around, I flicked some pre onto Szan’s leg. “I…l…l didn’t mean…”

Szan finally looked me in the eye and smiled. “It’s fine,” he said calmly. “There were times when I was alone and bored in here and pleasured myself.” He eyes flicked down again to my hands covering my groin and back to my face. “Do…you want some privacy?” he asked, somewhat sheepishly.

“No!” I said too forcefully. “I mean, I don’t want to make you leave again. I…I just…need to clean up.”

Szan grinned and stepped closer to me. “Do you…want help?”

“With…cleaning?”

Szan smiled but didn’t say anything. He moved closer and I stood frozen. He gently took my hands and moved them away, revealing my stiffened, slick cock. I let him. Slowly, Szan moved me to my bed and laid me down before climbing on top of me, his own cock beginning to harden.

“Is this helpful?” Szan asked gently as he straddled me. I laid there, staring up at his beautiful face. I nodded vigorously. I then looked down at both of our stiff cocks. They were roughly the same size (mine perhaps a little bit bigger!) It was happening. And this time, I was worthy of Szan.

Szan leaned forward, his face nearing my own, his hard cock pressing into me. “I didn’t realize you were such a grower,” he whispered, his breath tickling my ear.

Hearing the word grower, my heart thumped in my chest. “A…grower?”

“Yes. You know, someone who is bigger when hard. You’re actually as big as I am,” he purred, tracing up the underside of my cock with his finger.

Of course, I knew what Szan referred to. There were many hunters that grew longer when they became aroused, so it was something I was very familiar with. I’d seen it many times. I just didn’t have a name for it… a grower. I then realized that this was Szan’s explanation for my suddenly bigger cock. He had never seen me hard before (or so he thought). He assumed this had always been my size when hard.

“Oh,” I said. “Yes…I guess I am a grower.” Not a lie. I kept finding myself looking at Szan’s own engorged cock on top of me. “I’ve…I’ve never touched someone else’s manhood before,” I said dreamily.

Szan smiled. “You can touch it,” he said gently. “In fact…I want you to.”

Slowly, I lifted my hand and found Szan’s manhood. I curled my fingers around his member. It was firm and very warm. It reacted to my touch, throbbing. My thumb lightly brushed his cockhead and its tip. It throbbed again.

“I wasn’t sure if you were interested,” Szan breathed, taking my cock in his hand as well. It was the first time someone else had touched my cock besides myself. It sent a shiver up my entire body.

I closed my eyes and moaned. “I’m interested,” I said airily. “I’m very interested.”

Szan leaned forward again, his face hovering close to mine. His eyes and smile was all I could see. “You are beautiful,” he said softly before pressing his mouth to mine. I could feel his tongue exploring but not forceful. He began to thrust his hips, pressing his hardness into me. I couldn’t take it. It was all too much. Before I knew it, I felt my cock pulse and spurt, spraying cum between our two touching bodies. Szan didn’t stop as I came a number of times, both our bodies becoming more and more slippery and wet. Finally, Szan released my mouth, his head arching back and he moaned himself. I felt more wetness pool onto me as Szan came onto my stomach.

Once finished, he collapsed next to me. Our beds weren’t very large so there wasn’t really room for the both of us. Szan’s leg and arm were off the bed, but he didn’t seem to care. We both just lay there for a moment, trying to catch our breath.

“You cum a lot,” Szan finally said with a laugh.

I glanced down and saw our shiny, wet bodies, mine in particular. My entire groin, stomach, and chest all had a sleek coating of smeared cum. Truth was that I had never cum so much in my entire life. The voice did say I would cum more.

“I had never done that before,” I admitted. I turned my head to look at him, finding Szan already looking at me. He smiled again. “That was great.”

“When I had tried to get close to you yesterday at the servants’ bath and you moved away, I was afraid you were not feeling what I was feeling,” Szan said.

“I apologize about that. I was scared too. I was thinking that I was not worthy of you.”

“Nonsense,” Szan said, sitting up. “That never mattered to me. And anyways, as I said, we are the same size when aroused. That has to count for something.”

Well, now I was.

“Speaking of the servants’ bath and your crazy amount of cum, we need to go get cleaned before the King’s Voice comes to collect us,” Szan said, standing with a stretch.

“Yes…get clean…” I said, but my mind was elsewhere. I had touched the cum pooled on my body and rubbed it between my fingers in front of my face. My mouth watered.

The servants’ bath was as big as I thought it was, now that I could see it during the day. Szan and I sat in the water, cleaning off our mess. I noticed that Szan kept glancing my way. I wondered if he was looking at my manhood now that it wasn’t hard, seeing that it was now bigger soft too.

Our eyes met, and Szan gave me another one of his smiles. I smiled back.

“You know,” Szan began. “That was my first time too.”

“Really?” I asked, rubbing water across my chest. “You seemed so confident, like you knew what you were doing.” I thought about how he climbed on top of me and I felt my cock twitch beneath the water.

Szan shrugged. “Well, I do have some experience. I have to please the king all the time as his King’s Bather. But I don’t count that. That’s more of a duty.”

I raised my eyebrows. “You have to please the king all the time?” So the voice was speaking truth.

“Sure,” Szan said simply. “We are the only ones who are allowed to touch the king. Sometimes when bathing him, the king gets aroused and…I take care of it.”

“Do…do others know?”

“I think so,” Szan said. “It’s like an unspoken expectation of the King’s Bathers. We don’t really talk about it.” He splashed water onto his face.

I hadn’t realized that as the new King’s Bather I would be expected to pleasure the king as well. I guess I knew I would be washing his great manhood, but pleasing it hadn’t really crossed my mind. I wondered if I was able to fit his big cockhead in my mouth once swollen, picturing the struggle that Szan had as described by the voice. My own manhood began to harden at the thought.

“If it makes you nervous, I will take care of that part if the king requires it,” Szan offered. “I’ve been doing it forever. I don’t mind.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond. I wanted to do my part as the second King’s Bather, and if that meant making the king cum, then I would do it. On the other hand, the idea of it did make me nervous. I’d only had ever watched others (until today), and as much as I was excited about the idea of joining them, I was not convinced that I would know what I was doing had I actually done it. I thought about cocks all the time, but actually dealing with any that weren’t my own?

Szan frowned, and his brows furrowed. “Are you worried? It’s not every time.”

“No, no. It’s fine,” I said. “To be honest, getting up close and personal with…the king’s manhood…is kind of exciting, I guess.” I realized I was now fully hard beneath the bath’s water. “I just worry that I am so inexperienced. What if I displease the king?”

A smile reappeared on Szan’s face, and he inched closer to me. “You didn’t displease me,” he purred. “And don’t worry. We both have plenty of time to practice together.”

Now that he was beside me, he glanced down seeing that I was stiff again. He slowly dipped his hand beneath the bath’s water between my legs, and grasped my hardness. I shuddered as my cock pulsed in his grip.

“I’m hard again too,” he whispered in my ear. He leaned in and gave me a deep kiss before letting go of my cock and moving back away. “Sorry,” Szan laughed. “We are supposed to be getting clean, not making more mess.” He looked up at the position of the sun in the sky. “We should probably head back anyways. We still have to eat, and it looks like the King’s Feeders brought us our food already.”

I then remembered, “Oh, that’s right. Tamto told me to tell you hello. He brought our food to us when you were out getting the moss.”

“More often than not, Tamto is the King’s Feeder that brings the King’s Bathers their food. Getting it this early means that the king isn’t having a king’s feast today,” Szan explained. He stood up, water dripping from his still semi-hard cock, and stepped out of the servants’ bath. “Without a king’s feast, the king usually requires his king’s bath earlier. We need to make sure we are ready.”

It was clear Szan had been doing this for quite some time, being able to make all these inferences. I still had much to learn. I did my best to ignore Szan’s cock and my own stiff manhood, nodding and standing myself.

Szan, on the other hand, looked down at my hardened cock, his grin widening. “Let’s go,” he said, motioning me to follow.

Back at Servantshome, Szan and I sat atop his bed together, splitting the food on the wooden board that Tamto had brought us. My manhood finally calmed and became soft again. I did notice that it took me much longer than Szan.

As we ate, I would ask Szan more questions about Kingshome and the servants. I learned that there are five King’s Feeders, including Tamto. Apparently, the King’s Keepers would collect the offerings brought from our people and bring whatever food was included in the offerings to the King’s Feeders. The King’s Feeders would then prepare the food for meals, cooking the meats, washing the vegetables and fruits, making bread, and storing the king’s food reserve.

I learned the king’s favorite was boar meat, and when the hunters offered boar for the king, the king would eat almost the entire boar in a few days, feasts one after another. It helped explain why the king was so rounded and soft looking, I thought.

“Why do you think the king wanted another bather?” I asked before popping the final berry into my mouth. “I would think you would be more than enough,” I said before blushing.

“I couldn’t say,” Szan said, also finishing his final morsel. “Though I have a feeling it was more about the king’s pleasure than his cleanliness. The king is always wanting more.”

This, I could somewhat understand. I’ve wanted more my entire life. Though, the king had more than anyone already…

“He probably just heard you were cute and wanted you all to himself,” Szan laughed.

Maybe.

I was surprised again by the sudden intrusion of the voice, my eyes widening a bit. I looked at Szan’s expression, but there was no reaction to what I had just heard.

Though, personally, I think the king just likes to surround himself with those who make him feel even bigger. Really gets him going.

This time, I chose not to respond. I didn’t need Szan to start questioning things again. Things were going so well right now with him, and I didn’t want to mess that up. I just smiled and nodded in response to Szan.

I wonder if the king will be surprised to find you not as small as you used to be. Hopefully he won’t be angry…

I frowned. I hadn’t thought of that.

Why would the voice say that to me? That was something he could have kept to himself like he seemed to have done all day today. I wondered if the voice was punishing me because I wasn’t answering him this time.

I guess we will find out.

Szan quickly stood at attention, and I followed his gaze, finding the King’s Voice standing in the Servantshome entryway.

“The king has summoned his King’s Bathers.”

We were led further into Kingshome by the King’s Voice. He didn’t say a word, just walked purposefully ahead of us. Szan appeared the same as when I had first met him in Kingshome: meeker and more reserved. I tried to match him and his energy, keeping my head down and my hands clasped in front of me.

We had walked past the room where I was first taken, then a few others that I had no idea what they were for. The further we made our way, the more in awe I was at seeing how truly massive Kingshome was. Why does one person need this much home?

Finally, we arrived at our destination. At least, that’s what I assumed since we came to an entryway that had both the King’s Arms standing at either side, guarding it. I eyed them cautiously. The King’s Voice turned to us and just stared, stone faced. Szan nodded to him and entered. I followed his lead, trying to appear as though I knew what I was doing.

The room was fairly empty beyond large clay jars of what I assumed was water lined up against the walls. In the center of the room was what looked like some kind of giant bowl constructed of wood, leaves, and clay that came up to my thigh. It was wide enough that I could comfortably lay across the inside of the bowl thing without issue. The bowl was filled up with water hot enough that it was steaming. I wondered how the water was so hot. Likely, it was heated and filled by the King’s Keepers, if I had to guess.

This was the king’s bath.

In the center of the water filled bowl sat the king, waiting. He wore an expressionless face as though he was bored. He sat atop a chair that was constructed at the center of the bowl. It was the ‘bathing throne’ the voice had described in his story. The king’s legs disappeared into the hot water, but the chair kept him lifted high enough that I could see his kingly cock resting in his lap above the bath’s surface.

Szan bowed his head to the king, averting his gaze. I saw him and did the same, mimicking his movements. Szan then moved to the large bowl and proceeded to climb into the hot water with the king. As I climbed in as well, I marveled at the construction of this bath. The bowl, the chair, the hot water. I was impressed but I tried to keep my face unamused like everyone else in the room.

The king’s manhood was getting closer and closer as I slowly waded through the hot water towards him. I couldn’t help but stare at it. Even soft, it was big and thicker than any other cock I have ever seen. Statue sized…. I was excited to see it hard myself. Perhaps, very excited as I felt my own cock responding, swelling up. If the king even noticed the change in my cock since he had chosen me, he gave no indication. He just sat there in silence, waiting for the bathing to begin.

Szan reached behind the king’s bathing throne and produced two big masses of moss, handing me one of them. He then dipped his moss into the hot water before lifting it back up, dragging the wet, sopping moss across the king’s shoulders. I followed, doing the same and wiping down the king’s chest. His flesh moved as I pressed the moss into him, letting the water pour down his body. I had never before experienced something so soft as the king’s body.

As Szan worked on cleaning the king’s shoulders and back, I worked on the king’s front. I dipped the moss back into the water, then dragged it across the crest of his big belly. It was so plush and round. I wanted to touch it. I leaned forward, pressing my hand lightly against his soft, fleshy stomach. His belly molded to my touch. It was strange, much different than my own or Szan’s body, the only bodies I’d ever touched before now. I then realized how close I was to the king’s great cock. It was right below his rounded belly, beckoning me.

I looked up, seeing Szan focused on his task. The king lifted an arm, allowing Szan to wipe it down with his dripping moss. I resumed washing the king’s stomach, making circular motions with the moss, his belly jiggling as I did. Really, almost his whole body jiggling with the movement. Szan had continued to the other side, cleaning the king’s other arm. Szan’s movements, even him wiping his moss across the king’s body, seemed so graceful. I hoped I looked half that good while bathing the king, though I figured I was much more awkward looking.

The king lifted his leg out, stretching it before me. I figured he meant for me to begin cleaning it, so I dipped the moss in the water again and started on that part of him. I then found myself edging closer and closer up the king’s thick thigh, getting quite near the king’s groin. As I did this, I noticed some slight movement. The king’s cock started to pump up a little, getting even thicker than before, reacting to my proximity. Slowly, it crept further across his lap, getting hard. I didn’t stop my cleaning, moving my moss across the top of his leg with water trickling down it and back into the bath.

The king’s cock twitched and then lifted off his lap for a moment before falling back down onto it. He continued to get harder. I looked up and found the king gazing down over his rounded belly, staring at me between his legs. He looked more alive than I had ever seen him. A slight smile formed on his face and a hunger in his eyes.

I glanced to Szan who was still working on the king’s side. He noticed and his eyes flicked to the king’s stirring manhood. Silently, Szan motioned to me which I knew to be him offering to take over and take care of it. However, I looked back to the king’s pulsing cock, now fully lifted from his lap, pointing at me. I had no intention of stepping away. I found that I was also hard now from just witnessing the size of him. Slowly, I reached forward and took his enormous girth in my hand.

Upon taking him into my hand, the king leaned back and closed his eyes with a slight moan. With my touch, the king’s cock pulsed again, becoming fully hard and filling my palm while spreading my fingers apart. The tension of his stiff cock almost pulled me forward into the king’s soft belly.

I gazed down at his impressive cock in my grasp. My hand couldn’t even fully wrap around his thick, swollen shaft. At that point, I almost let out a slight moan myself, having to remind myself that I could not make any noise in the king’s presence. I set aside the moss and then added my other hand to the king’s huge member. He was so big, I comfortably held him with both my hands. I began to move my hands up and down, rubbing his cock rhythmically. The king shifted in his chair and bucked his hips, his belly wobbling.

At some point Szan stopped what he was doing and joined me. He started licking and kissing the king’s bulbous cockhead that sprouted from my hands. I let go of the king’s stiff cock, and once freed, it slapped back against the king’s stomach with a ripple. The voice was right again, I thought as I noticed the king’s pulsing and now drooling cock standing taller than his cavernous navel. Szan moved back to mouthing the king’s cock from one side while I joined and mouthed it from the other. We had the king’s great manhood smashed between both our faces as we worked it with our lips and tongues. A couple of times, Szan and my lips brushed each other as we pleasured the king’s cock together. The entire scene was so exciting. My heart was racing. The world around me fell away. In that moment, I forgot about Kingshome, the bath, and the voice. All that existed was me, Szan and the giant cock in between us.

While I continued to drag my tongue across the king’s swollen mushroom, I thought about trying to take him in my mouth. I could see why the voice had said Szan had trouble. I bet I would have a hard time too. My own cock pulsed imagining it. Should I try?

I took ahold of my own stiff cock and found it slick with pre. I rubbed my hard member while I continued to mouth the king’s much larger cock. Pre ran across my fingers. It felt so good. It wasn’t going to take very long for me to blow. However, I felt Szan take my hand from around my manhood and pull it away. I looked to him, and he silently shook his head, telling me I couldn’t do that. I nodded and returned my full attention to the king, though I wanted to continue touching myself so badly. No, I wanted Szan to touch me…

The king grunted, and suddenly the side of my face was splashed with the king’s seed. Then the king collapsed back into his chair, whatever energy he had displayed previously now drained. I looked to see Szan, who also had a spray of cum across his cheek. He gave me a slight smile and proceeded to pick back up his moss to continue the bath now that the king had finished. I did the same, trying my best to ignore my throbbing cock, which seemed to beg for attention. I wanted to cum so badly, but I knew I had a job to do.

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