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Tyvus sighed heavily as he rolled his head from side to side, stretching his neck. The first of the twin suns had already appeared over the horizon. The heat from the sun soaked into Tyvus' back, and refreshed him. He resumed his stretching, preparing his body for the new day. He pulled each muscled arm across his tight, corded chest. He bent at the hips and then stretched his powerful, muscular legs. Tyvus looked his body over and smiled. Tyvus admired the male physique, and his was near perfection. Born and bred to be a gladiator in the king's arena, Tyvus was a mul. The half breed of a human and a dwarf, he carried the strengths of both races. His dwarven ancestors gave him his strength, his endurance, his lack of body hair. His human parent endowed him with speed, agility, and his tall stature. His training and survival instincts had made Tyvus one of the city's most favored fighters in the games. The only draw back was his infertility, but that mattered little to Tyvus. Long ago Tyvus discovered that his ambition to perfect his body came from his attraction to it. Tyvus left his new quarters and walked down an alley to the back of a large house. Standing next to an open curtain was an elderly man servant. "Wash up good, and dress yourself. In half an hour, I shall return to present you to your new master, Lord Gazadorin." With that the servant left. Tyvus walked over to the washing bowl, and removed his loin cloth. He picked up the cloth rag and began washing down his body. When he was finished, he opened the cupboard, and removed his new clothing. He carefully put on each piece, and stepped in front of the mirror. Tyvus smiled. His new outfit helped him to flaunt his body. His chest and arms were not clothed, minus two leather cuffs on each wrist. His feet were bare, but two leather bands adorned each meaty thigh. His tight ass was covered by a fine white cloth, which was attached to a thin leather strip which circled his waist. His cock was held cupped by the same fine fabric that hung down in back. The cloth showed of his endowment, hung low, and even swayed as he walked. He looked at his face. His skin was tight and his eyes a deep brown. A few small scars here and there, but otherwise a perfect specimen, right down to his pointed ears. "It's time to meet the master." said a servant from the door way. Tyvus walked out of the room, and followed him to a large house at the back of the lot. The house was huge inside, and decorated fancily. Music hung in the air, and lingered with the smells of exotic perfumes and oils. At the far end of the room was a silken curtain drawn back. After stepping through the curtain, it closed behind him. The room was illuminated by large globes filled with water and fish. At the far end of the room was a seat, and in it was a man. "I am your master, Gazadorin." Gazadorin stood up and took a few steps toward Tyvus. He was tall, well over six feet, and powerfully muscled. His shoulders were broad, and his chest thick. He wore Tight leather pants and heavy boots. A tight leather shirt was cut open in the front to expose his washboard stomach. His neck was thick, and face handsome. Long and square, with deep blue eyes, and a firm jaw. His long black hair was pulled into a tight braid which reached his mid back. Tyvus felt a stir within his cloth. Gazadorin noticed, and smiled. He walked over to Tyvus and placed his hand on his cock. Tyvus looked into Gazadorin's eyes and stood still. Gazadorin jerked quickly, and pulled the cloth off of Tyvus. Tyvus' cock fell out slowly. Thick and veiny, it was already six inches, and getting bigger in Gazadorin's hand. Gazadorin stroked Tyvus' cock, and placed his other hand on his chest, pinching down on his nipple. Tyvus moaned and put his hands on Gazadorin's ass. Squeezing hard, he ran his hands down the back of his legs, and then knelt. Gazadorin untied his pants, and pulled them down. Tyvus ripped off Gazadorin's boots, and then removed his pants. Gazadorin's dick was right in front of him, six inches, slightly more, and hard. Tyvus moaned as he placed his lips over the head, and slowly climbed down to the balls. Tyvus bobbed up and down for several minutes, enjoying every inch of Gazadorin's cock. Gazadorin removed his shirt, and laid down on a fur on the floor. Tyvus stepped over to him, and straddled him. Gazadorin reached between Tyvus' thighs, and found his hole and gently inserted his finger. Tyvus groaned with pleasure, and Gazadorin removed his finger, and pushed in his cock. Tyvus moaned as the huge dick found it's way deep inside of him. Tyvus placed his hands on Gazadorins legs and began moving up and down. Faster and faster as time went on, Gazadorin began turning red, and his body clenched. He gasped loudly, and his cock throbbed. He ran his fingers down Tyvus chest, and then laid back and relaxed. Tyvus climbed off of Gazadorin, and placed his cock in Gazadorin's mouth. Gazadorin readily accepted the meat, taking it fully in, down his throat Tyvus pumped in and out, sliding, slamming his cock into Gazadorins face. Tyvus closed his eyes and groaned, his balls clenched up, and dick throbbed. Gazadorin sounded his pleasure as Tyvus' warm juices slid down his throat. Gazadorin sat up, and began dressing, and Tyvus did the same. "You are my new personal servant, Tyvus, do you know what that means?" Gazadorin inquired. "Yes, sir. I certainly do." Tyvus smiled at the thought serving his master for many days and nights to come.