tofi's trail

Mau'o-Ber sat on a stage, legs crossed. Behind him stood a tiefling with wine-red skin. The tiefling was a bard, used to performing, but unused to performing in the nude. A crowd stands in front of the stage, which is circular, with a slim corridor and space for performers and props.

But they don't have much in form of props, and certainly none that they need to fetch. There's the coiled rope, laying on the stage on top of a piece of cloth. There's the belt, next to the rope.

And there's the two of them, on top of a stretched, nailed-down sheet. Two named men, one with erect cock, one with flaccid cock. They're both calm, though Mau'o thinks that the tiefling is not as calm as he seems.

The tiefling crouches behind Mau'o-Ber, and is tall enough to still tower over him. He reaches one hand around Mau'o, and rests his arm against a roll of fat, and while his other hand rests on Mau'o's hip, his first grasps Mau'o's cock.

The audience is watching intently as the tiefling jerks Mau'o-Ber off, and some crowd even closer, in hopes to be splattered by cum when Mau'o comes.

But that's not all they've come for. Nor is all they've come for the penetration, when the tiefling restrains Mau'o's wrists in front of him with the belt and blindfolds himself with the cloth, to enter him with the illusion of privacy.

What they've come for is the secret, and when Mau'o feels the tiefling clench to his hips, just on the verge of cumming, he slips his hands out of the loose restraints, leans forward, and with one motion flips the tiefling over his shoulder.

It pulls the tiefling out of Mau'o's ass, and it's pleasantly painful. The tiefling lands hard, and doesn't seem as pleased as Mau'o-Ber is at the pain. Mau'o plants his ass on the tiefling's face, and grinds his pucker against his mouth. But that's not all that has the crowd cheering.

It's the belt, looping tightly around the tiefling's wrists behind his back. It's the rope quickly being tied into a noose.

And it's the way that the noose falls around the tiefling's throat, the moment Mau'o lifts his ass from his mouth.

Mau'o wraps his legs around the tiefling's waist as he sits down behind ihm. The blindfold has slipped slightly, and Mau'o-Ber can glimpse the terrifiedly confused expression on his face when the tiefling sees the eager crowd.

The tiefling pleads, but his tongue seem to grow thick in his mouth as the oxygen runs out. Mau'o's cock throbs as he pushes into the tiefling's spasming body, and his cock fills his ass swiftly. A strangled noise gurgles up the tiefling's throat, and Mau'o pumps the man's cock.

The crowd cheers as the tiefling's body erupts, cum and piss spilling from him. Mau'o whimpers in absolute pleasure as he cums in the spasming bard's ass, and he praises the bard for how good he feels as light fades out of his visible eye. Mau'o turns the man's head, and kisses the man as he dies in front of an excited crowd, brimming with eagerness to fuck the corpse once Mau'o-Ber is done with it.

Bards should know the value of gossip and secrets. But this one didn't pay enough attention to what Mau'o-Ber really was advertising.

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