Until I was 19 I worked as a farm hand. Feeding the animals, shovelling dung, tending the crops.

All that changed the day Lord Sodomite came to my small town of Crandel.

It was late summer, when the days were starting to get cooler but not today. My white open necked shirt was drenched in sweat and the sun was high. I was in the stables looking after the Cockobos. I felt light headed so took a rest in a bundle of hay right under the shade. I picked up my cantina and took several large gulps and poured the rest over my head watching the liquid soak into my top making it transparent.

As hot as it was there was a comfort to it. Like being wrapped in warm blankets on a cold day. A breeze kept things fresh. It was like you could strip completely naked and not notice any difference. Pretty soon without realising I drifted off. When I woke up he was there. Lord Sodomite.

He stood at 8 feet tall on thick muscular legs in the distance. He hadn't seen me yet but he was looking for something. He breathed heavy as his body shimmered in sweat. Black smoke tumbled from his wide nostrils and obscured the vision of his naked toned body.

I could smell the smoke, I knew there was fire but I couldn't think about running away. I was in awe. The smell of smoke was like sweat from his body and it fuelled my desire. My dick was painfully hard. Something in me knew I was in danger. That the town was in danger. I wanted to run. I needed to run and yet I didn't. I kept still and ran my hand over my black work trousers to my pulsing dick. I gasp. He heard.

His eyes turned to me. His face looked dangerous. A smirk ran across his face and some of the smoke cleared. Through the black smog Sodomite's huge cock shot through like a lance. It was a thing of beauty. A thick vein encourage the dick to throb with excitement as the end of his swollen head persistently oozed precum.

'Hey baby.' he said with a chuckle. 'I'm looking for the legendary pearl necklace of Kraykos. I know it's here....'

'I don't know what your talking about....' I wheezed, my mouth getting dryer as I drooled down my chin.

'Don't play games! Your Father played games and now he's fucked! TO DEATH!'

'Wha!?'