You are Kariban Pearce, a noble living in the kingdom of Larion. You have a pouch of gold and a small dagger. You are awakened by one of your servants who tells you that your keep is under attack. You look out the window and see many men in the livery of Count Rostov, who you are expecting in a week. You go to get your weapons and armor and prepare for the attack.
You lost the battle.
The Count's men wipe out the castle's defenders, and capture the castle. You are executed for treason against Count Rostov.
You say "I am homosexual, if you kill him it means that you are homophobic"
The Count's men lower their weapons, the Count takes off his eye patch to reveal a scarred empty socket and lets out a hearty laugh.
"It is just one more punishment for a traitor! Now let's go, before anyone else wakes up."
The Count puts his eye patch back on and leads his men to the Countess' room.
You say "so are you going to let me live?"
The Count turns back to you, eye flashing with anger.
"You dare beg for your life after trying to have me killed?" he hisses.
"I..."
You say "You were the one who tried to kill me, I never ever tried to kill you"
The Count is silent for a moment.
You say "let me live I beg you, I have children, I don't want them to become orphans"
The Count looks you up and down, his one good eye flashing.
"Well, I suppose if you are going to be a doting father you won't try anything like this again... Let's go."
You say "Thank you my lord"
The Count leads you outside to where his men are waiting. He turns to address them.
"All right men, this man just tried to have me killed. Luckily he has realized the error of his ways and will be more than happy to be a loyal servant of Count Rostov from now on."
The men cheer, and you are dragged off to the dungeon to think about your actions.
You cry.
It is several days before you are dragged out of the dungeon, your health having been whittled away by starvation.
You are chained to a pole in the courtyard, where a great many peasants and nobles are gathered.
Count Rostov takes your hand, smiling at you.
"Sir Kariban, you have been found guilty of treason against Count Rostov, the rightful lord of this kingdom. Have you any last words?"
You say "you promised not to kill me ..."
Count Rostov looks surprised, then angry.
"I did? Well then you are right, I promised. Your life is spared, but you will be blinded and have your hands cut off."
You say "cut me the penis instead ..."
Count Rostov lets out a hearty laugh.
"Done!" he says, motioning to his men to cut off your genitals rather than your hands.
Your genitals are cut off, and the Count motions for you to be dragged away.
You say "let me go, you took my penis, I have the right to go, I have served my sentence, I beg you my lord!"
Count Rostov considers this for a moment.
"Very well," he says, motioning to his men to release you. "But if I ever find you in my territory again..."
You say "I promise you never to come back ..."
"Good."
Count Rostov walks away from you, mounted on his horse. His men let you go, and you stagger into the nearest town, where you find a place to stay.
You go to the inn.
You stumble into the nearest inn, where you book a room for the night.
"I want the biggest room you have," you tell the innkeeper.
"Do you have any idea how much a room costs?"
You say "listen, i lost my manor, my family was massacred, they cut my penis, i just want a free room for one night ..."
The innkeeper shakes her head, and starts looking through her book of rooms.
"Okay... we've got one that's free. It's pretty small, though.
You say "Thank you"
The innkeeper leads you to your room, a small one with a single bed. You quickly fall asleep.
In the morning you awake to a knock on the door.
"Sir, breakfast is ready,"
You say "you can come in !"
The innkeeper enters, a platter of food in her hands. She places the platter on the table, and looks at you expectantly.
"That'll be four coins."
You pay.
The innkeeper nods, taking your money.
"Thank you for staying with us! Come again!"
You nod. As the innkeeper leaves, you begin to eat, feeling somewhat better.
You touch the body part where your genitals were once.
You quickly discover that the Count was not lying. As you touch where your genitals once were, you feel a sharp pain. A wave of blood quickly spreads out across your skin. The pain is immense.
You cry because of that.
The tears stream down your face, falling on to the floor. You sob uncontrollably, feeling the immense pain.
"Oh dear lord, have mercy on me. What did I do to deserve this?"
You go see the innkeeper.
You go see the innkeeper. She stares at you in shock.
"Oh my god! What happened to you?"
"The Count of Sildonia cut off my genitals!" you sob.
"What?"
"My Lord Count. He cut off my genitals!"
"My goodness... come with me."
The innkeeper takes you to a small room in the inn. She goes to a cupboard, and takes out a small bottle of green liquid.
"Drink this. It'll heal the wound."
"Really?" you ask.
"Yes."
You quickly down the liquid, and are surprised that it doesn't taste bad at all. Indeed, it tastes quite pleasant. You can feel your wound healing, as the flesh knits back together. After a few minutes, your wound is gone, and you can feel your genitals back where they should be.
"Thank you," you say to the innkeeper.
"Don't mention it," she says.
You say "thank you very much"
"Thank you very much," you say, nodding gratefully.
"Don't mention it."
You nod, and quickly exit the inn.
----
This was a good idea, you think.
You go sit at the edge of the pond.
You walk to the edge of the pond, and sit on the grass. You take your shoes off, and dip your feet into the water. It feels nice and cool against your hot, aching feet.
You dive into the pond.
You dive into the water. It's cool and refreshing, and you quickly swim to the other side of the pond. On the other side, you grab onto the reeds to pull yourself out.
You touch your penis.
As you touch your genitals, you realize they are still there. In fact, you feel completely normal, if a little dirty for being in a pond. You quickly exit the water and dry yourself off with a clean cloth.
You lie in the grass to relax.
You lie in the grass and stare at the sky. It's a beautiful summer day, and the sun shines brightly.
You quickly fall asleep in the sun.
----
You awake to a drop in temperature. It's still summer, but the sun has set and the sky is dark. You sit up and see the Count standing over you.
"What are you doing?" he asks, sounding annoyed.
You say "I do nothing wrong, I relax in the grass ..."
"You relax?" the Count asks, in disbelief.
"I relax," you say.
The Count takes a deep breath, opens his mouth to speak, then stops.
You drown the count in the pond.
You push the Count into the pond. He lets out a surprised yell, before going under. You watch him struggle in the water for a few seconds, before he goes still. You wait a few minutes, making sure he's dead, before climbing out of the pond. You walk over to the edge of the pond and stare down at the Count's body. After a few minutes, you realize he's dead. You walk back over to your bag and take out a dry set of clothes.
You have some food at the inn, then sleep the night in a bed there.
You sleep in the grass at the edge of the pond.
You wake up to the sound of birds chirping. You walk over to the pond and stare down at the murky water. It's too murky to see anything inside, but you know the Count is in there.
You go to the public baths.
You arrive at the public baths and go into a changing room, locking the door. You undress and take a brush to your hair, before walking into the large bath area.
You go to a boiling water bath.
You walk into the boiling water bath, wincing at the heat. You quickly wash yourself, before dipping yourself into one of the cold water baths.
You walk out of the baths, refreshed and clean.
You having an anal enema with the bath water.
You fill up your enema bag and squirt water into your rectum. It feels good, as the water washes out all the dirt inside you, like a giant suppository.
"Ahhh," you moan.
You fill up the bag a second time, and again squirt water into your rectum. You put your hand over the end of the pipe, and the water flows out. It's a soothing, rhythmic sensation.
"Mmmm," you moan.
You fill up the bag a third time and start squirting water into your rectum. As the water washes out the tip of your pipe, it hits your prostrate. You let out a pleasured yelp. You never knew your prostrate was so sensitive!
"Aaahhh!" you yelp.
You squirt water into your rectum for a few more minutes, as the pleasurable feeling builds up and up and up and up and....
"Aaahhh!" you yell.
You lay on the ground, panting. You feel so relaxed and at peace after that. You'll definitely have to try that again.
You get dressed and walk out of the baths.
You return to the inn.
You head back to the inn and go to your room, where you find dinner waiting for you. You eat some bread, sausage, and cheese while wondering what you should do with the rest of your night.
You go talk with the innkeeper.
You go talk with the innkeeper. She sits behind the counter reading a book. You watch her read for a while, until she closes the book and smiles at you.
"I've been watching you," she says, "and you seem like a friendly sort."
"I am," you say.
"So, you need a job done. I assume that's why you came to me.
You say "maybe i could become a gay prostitute in your inn?"
"Maybe I could become a gay Prostitute in your inn?" you ask.
She stares at you for a while, then bursts out laughing.
"I like you!" she says.
You say "so can i become a gay prostitute in your inn?"
"So can I become a gay Prostitute in your inn?" you ask.
"Sure!" she says. "I'll take it out of your first paycheck."
You grin. This is perfect!
You're Kariban Pearce, a former nobleman who became a gay prostitute for an innkeeper. Now, you're ready to start your new life in this inn!
You make a striptease for the gays of the inn.
You decide to make a striptease for the gays of the inn.
You've always been more attractive than you were strong, and when you're finished, all the men are clapping.
You say "you can also fuck me, but it pays"
"You can also F**k me, but it pays" you say.
"How much?" a man asks.
"Well," you say, "it's not free."
"How much?"
You say "200 silver coins and you sodomize me"
"200 silver coins and you sodomize me" you say.
The man reaches into his coin purse and hands you a few coins.
You stand up and drop your trousers, before bending over a table. The man applies some oil, then pushes into you. It hurts more than you were expecting, but after a few minutes the pain subsides and it feels rather good.
"Aaahhh!" you moan.
Afterwards, you thank him for his payment and let the next man have a go. He's soon replaced by some other men, and after a few hours you're rinsing yourself off in the baths.
You get an anal enema to remove the sperm.
You need to get an Enema to remove the Sperm. You head to the Baths to do so.
There is a long line for the Baths, but you eventually get inside.
You piss in the bath.
You piss in the bath, then wash yourself.
As you exit the Baths, a group of young men approach you.
"Hello," one of them says, "I'm Dmitri."
"Hello," you reply.
"Will you come to my house for dinner?"
"Sure," you say, smiling.
"Great," Dmitri says. "Come on, I'll take you."
You follow Dmitri and the other men to a house where you are given a delicious dinner of steak and wine. You eat and drink until you're full, then thank them for the meal.
You say "But who exactly are you?"
"But who exactly are you?" you ask.
"We're the," Dmitri pauses, "progressive faction."
You say "you are for homosexuality then?"
"You are for Homosexuality then?" you ask.
"Of course!" Dmitri says.
You say "and you are also for transsexuality?"
"And you are also for Transexuality?" you ask.
"Yes!" Dmitri says.
You spend the night with Dmitri, and quickly fall in love.
You say "I love you Dmitri"
"I love you, Dmitri" you say.
"I love you too, Kariban," Dmitri says.
You say "how did you know me?"
"How did you know me?" you ask.
"I've been watching you for a while," Dmitri says. "I knew if I offered to take you to dinner, you'd accept."
"Really?"
You say "it's so romantic, you're so perfect, but the fact that I'm a gay prostitute didn't push you away?"
"It's so romantic, you're so perfect, but the fact that I'm a gay Prostitute didn't push you away?" you ask.
"I love you for who you are," Dmitri says.
You say "What do you mean?"
"What do you mean?" you ask.
"I want to make you happy, and if that means tolerating your job then I'll do it."
You kiss him.
"I love you," you say.
"I love you too," Dmitri replies.
THE END 
