Zil liked to be choked. Plain and simple. It was a way to both distract from, and satisfy, his baser urges while we traveled together. I tugged at his chain with a halfhearted pull and elicited a gleeful yelp from the unrestrained sex-fiend.
"Keep up."
He complied, trotting behind me like a feral owlbear in the throws of rutting season. "You sure we can't find a nice alley? That we have to go 'all' they way to the guildhall; that shoulder could use some attention." Zil eyed my sagging, wounded shoulder with a glazed expression. High on the blood rush of excitement in his loins.
I'd taken the empathic little boytoy under my wing in the hope of reforming the desperate slut into something of a respectable adventurer; he was little more than public use cumdump when I dug him out of the gutter of Talen Dur. My efforts had been an exercise in futility, as the harder I tried to steer the energetic little twink in the right direction he pivoted in the opposite direction, emphatically offering his supple flesh to anyone in need of a healing hand; or handjob, for that matter.
All eyes were one us as Zil and I entered the guildhall; a battered warrior and his chainbound healer. We were a peculiar sight indeed. The more seasoned adventurers either avoided our gaze entirely—or gaped openly at the oddity. Was he my slave? Was the pale-skinned seducer such a threat that he required bondage? A combination of both. Zil was a slender slab of scantily clad sex, who did me no favors in preserving our discretion.
"Hurry," Zil whispered, elegant touch resting upon my bruised shoulder with ungentle hands. His fingers slipped between my shoulder blades, an addict eager to provide a service we both needed.
"In private," I groaned, turning to the counter and paying for our accomodations.
***
"Finally!" Zil flipped his long, platinum locks over one shoulder with a playful toss of his head. "You know how hard it is to keep your mind off of cock while being led on a chain."
I sat at the food of the bed, unbinding my left pauldron from its place and exposing the battered shoulder beneath to biting air. With the tattered leather armor peeled away the wounds beneath became visible: purple lines crisscrossing across the pale skin of my upper arm; bloody gashes cut deep into the muscle, welted around the biceps.
Concern marred Zil's soft features, "That doesn't look so good, lover. Are you sure this isn't anything serious? I don't want to be too late to help."
"No, just a couple of scrapes, nothing major."
Silken fingertips caressed my wound as he doused a clean cloth in some sort of ointment. He then wrapped my injury in a tight bandage before adding a final layer of padding. His warm fingers lingered upon the tender flesh of my torn muscles. "Now, time for the good stuff." Dusky eyes narrowed into a lustful slant, pupils dilating with promise. His hands fell away from me and slid down to the hemline of his leather trousers, "Gods, finally."
I groaned, placing my hands upon the femboy's slender waist as to coax his swaying figure onto my lap. "You don't need to be so indulgent, so showy."
That seemed to hurt his feelings, "Hey, I can't help how I help." An airy kiss tickled my jugular, then another upon my collarbone. My eyes rolled back inside their sockets until I was gazing up at the ceiling; muffled moans echoing out from under my clenched teeth—
"Look," Zil's hand dropped between our bodies; sliding along the curve of my hip, rubbing at the base of my cock, "I'll make that nast pain go away, if you just give me a chance." A slick tongue slipped into my mouth, rolling over mine and stealing what little breath I had left for speech.
A series of shuddering gasps left my lips when his slippery digits brushed over my balls. "Bastard..."