THE PITS.

Chapter:2

"Damon."

Damon stirred from sleep to find the beautiful face he had known since waking up in this dreaded place called

'The Pits.'

He had no memory of what his life was like before. Whenever he tried to remember, even just a little, his head would hurt so much that he would grab onto both sides of his head and scream to unconsciousness.

Damon had long given up on trying to remember his past and had accepted his fate. He even stopped keeping track of time, but as days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, Damon realized he has spent two years in The Pits since he woke up here.

He had seen slaves being sold and more being bought. But no one had sold him, and neither does it look as though anyone would buy him.

The only person he knew was Erin, whom he considered his friend. A beautiful slave, who looked about his age, with golden locks that reminded him of something or someone, another memory he could not recall.

It was a miracle that he still remembered his name, although he did not remember telling anyone his name. He was called Damon from the day he woke up.

A mistake made by those who took him.

"Are you feeling alright Mon?" Erin asked with concern. He has been in charge of the man since the day his master brought him in with a bleeding hand that took months to heal but the scars remained.

Damon stared into the brown little eyes of the other man and smiled.

Erin always called him "Mon" and his heart would skip whenever he heard that.

"I am," Damon whispered.

"You did not sleep a wink all day until I held you in my arms for almost two hours. You kept calling that name again and again. You would not wake up and do not stop crying in sleep either."

Damon crawled to the far end of the bed and curled himself into a ball.

"Who is this man from your past who would not leave you alone in your present?" Erin came closer and sat beside him.

"I do not know Erin. I tried to remember, but nothing comes to my mind." Damon's voice cracked.

"What about the dreams you see of him every other night ?"

"I don't remember anything by the time I wake up."

Erin extended his arms to embrace the sorrowful man. Damon hugged him tightly.

"Why is it so hard to remember?" His eyes spilled.

"You will remember when the time is right my friend."

After what seemed like Enos had passed with both men holding onto each other. Erin peeled himself away from Damon and stared into his eyes.

"We have to get ready Mon. Our master will be arriving soon, and we better be on time to serve him." Erin pulled him up and undressed him before he himself did, and together they both washed each other clean, got dressed, and left their small bedroom into the spacious building.

************

The Pits is known for its pleasure slaves. There were sixteen young adult men, owned by different masters, and they were all pleasure slaves to the many men their masters gave to them.

Erin and Damon were owned by one master and so were the others.

They have all morning to sleep, and all night to serve.

Having just one rule that they must never let any man fuck them, they must do everything possible to make sure that the men are satisfied and reach a very intense orgasm.

If anyone failed to abide by the rule and ended up being defiled by any of the men, then they would be

immediately sold to those who would use them for sex alone.

They were kept clean, they were well fed and they wore really beautiful clothes their masters provided them.

So they looked very appealing at all times.

They were taught to walk, talk, dance, and do everything in such a way that it would have most of the men spilling their seeds shamelessly long before the slaves started their ministrations.

Nights after night they would get cleaned up and would wait for their masters to come. And when they did, each pleasure slave would be assigned a master to serve for the rest of the night.

It took months of starvations, whips, and tears before Damon accepted this as his fate.

The worst of it all was the inability to remember anything from his past. It was as though his memory had been wiped clean so that he doesn't remember anything to even trace his way back.

And so he lived on.

*************

That night was the longest and the worst Damon has ever seen. The master he was assigned to pleasure had to be the most wicked he's seen all his life, the man took great pleasure in hitting him countless times that before it became dawn his skin burned from the scars he had obtained.

So the moment he stepped foot inside their little cozy room, he was on the bed and asleep in no time.

He hadn't been asleep for much longer when he thought he heard something.

Damon jumped awake when he felt the door burst open. A crying Erin ran inside.

He quickly stood up to go and comfort the man.

"What is the matter, Erin?" Damon hugged the grief-stricken man tight to his chest.

"H-h-h," Erin could not bring himself to speak.

Damon held him even tighter while whispering into his ears and kissing his wet hair.

"Wet hair?!"

That was strange because they never took a bath after they pleasured the men. It was against the rules. They may get naked and let the men use their bodies to pleasure themselves in whatever way and manner they please, as long as they do not push their hungry phallus into the slave's tempting body

These men knew this and some abode by the rules while some didn't. Still, after everything is over the slaves have to come back to their rooms and wash properly, eat and rest awaiting another long agonizing night.

But it was obvious that Erin had taken a bath. He even smelled of expensive oil.

Damon's heart skipped and he turned the other around to face him.

"He raped you?" he whispered and Erin covered his mouth with both his hands.

"Please do not speak that out loud," he cried, tears giving a subdued gleam to the poor boy's face. "I do not want to be sold as a sex slave. It is much worse than being a pleasure slave." Erin's body shivered with fear as he spoke.

"What about the man who did this?" Damon whispered, his voice low indicating the man was getting angry.

"They always tell our masters when they do things like this." Damon sat down and gently pulled Erin to sit on his lap.

Erin rested his head on his shoulder but didn't stop crying.

"He promised he won't tell." he sobbed.

"They lie, all of them!" Damon whisper yelled. "Remember what happened with Alan? The traitor

betrayed him and had the boy sold after he was punished for three days."

Damon did not want such agony to befall his best friend. Erin was the only person to whom he spoke more than one word in this ungodly place.

Since each master owned two slaves at a time, all pleasure slaves stuck to their respective companions and trusted only that one person they ate, slept, and woke up with.

How would he live in this place if they took Erin away from him?

Surely he would be given another companion. But then, he would have to learn to love and trust that person.

And what would happen to Erin outside the walls will remain unknown.

Stories were told of the gruesome deaths sex slaves died, the pain they suffered, and the miserable life they spent, which Damon wouldn't even want to see happen to his enemy, not to mention someone he had grown to love greatly and the same who took care of him all this time.

"We have to do something about him... We cannot let him speak." Damon told Erin, who stared at him with shock-filled eyes.

"How do you intend to do that?" he whispered nervously.

"We kill him, Erin," Damon replied with a look in his eyes that scared Erin. When Erin was first shown to Damon he felt really intimidated by the man's strong body structure. Damon has the body of a warrior but as time passes he grew less and less lean and now he looked more like every other pleasure slave, although his body is still very different from every other but less intimidating.

"What?!" Erin jumped. "You can't be serious. You will be long dead even before you succeed in doing so!"

"I will kill him, Erin."

"You must be mad to think that I will sit here and watch you jump into a pot of boiling oil!"

"No Erin, listen to me. Tonight I shall go to your place and kill him."

"I think you have lost your senses." Erin slapped him hard in an attempt to wake the man up from his deluded state of mind.

Damon flinched from the pain but stayed still.

"I haven't lost my senses, Erin. After I have killed him I will tell our master that he tried to rape me and what I did was an act of defense."

"These men are Noblemen, some even Royalty. You think that the life of common slaves like you and I mattered to them?" Erin gave a death glare to the other man who stared back with a much more intense stare. "Our masters may have made these rules but they don't care if those rules are implemented," Erin spoke much softly this time.

Damon sat quietly for a while, contemplating other approaches to deal with this dilemma.

He sure as hell would not let anyone take Erin away from him.

He just can not watch Erin go. Not if he could do something about it.

"Mon, the man promised me he would not tell our master or anyone else for that matter. Let us give him the benefit of doubt and see if he keeps to his words." Erin tried again seeing that the crazed man before him would not listen.

"And what if he doesn't?"

"Then we kill him."

"After he has ratted you out and you have been sold!?"

"If you insist on killing him then I will tell our master myself."

"That I want to kill a man?" Damon's mouth hung open in shock.

"No. That he raped me!"

Damon cursed and fell onto the bed.

His eyes nearly succumbed to tears as some drops threatened to roll out of them.

"I'm sorry Damon, but you must trust me this time." Erin joined him in bed and soon they fell asleep holding onto each other.

A habit that has become a part of them.

************

"Damon?"

His eyes flickered and he blinked.

"Damon?"

Damon gently opened his eyes to find he was lying in a beautiful garden.

The smell of nature and roses filled his nostrils and he inhaled the sweet scent with joy.

"Finally you woke up." A gentle voice spoke and Damon smiled at the beautiful face he saw before he ran into the other man's embrace.

A strong grip held him. The man smelt even better than the flowers all around them.

"You came!" Damon cried into the man's hard chest.

Something felt right as Damon found himself almost crushed in those strong arms holding him protectively.

He knew this was his place.

Right there in those strong arms.

"I never stopped looking for you Mon, and I am still looking for you."

The man spoke with a certain calmness in his voice, as he raised Damon's face and very gently sealed their lips together in a kiss that had Damon moaning out loud enough to wake the other man beside him.

**********

Erin opened his eyes to find Damon's lips pressed tightly onto his.

He tapped the man until he woke up.

First thing Damon saw on opening his eyes was Erin's shock-filled eyes.

Damon jumped away from the other man and out of embarrassment he wanted to run away, but Erin grabbed him and pulled him back down onto his chest.

"That dream again?" He asked.

"It was so real this time. I touched him, I felt him, and he even kissed me." Damon told him, as he desperately avoided every eye contact with the other man.

"He must be your lover then. One you shared something very special with." Erin smiled and hugged him. "You are starting to remember."

"You think?"

"Yes, can't you see? For the first time in two years, you remembered a dream you had."

"Maybe it was because I woke up kissing you." Damon laughed when Erin playfully smacked his head.

"You stole my first kiss then." Erin laughed with him.

Damon wiped tears from his eyes and looked straight at Erin.

"What?" Erin asked confused.

"How can we know this man from my dreams?"

"We will figure it out together," Erin assured him.

"He said he never stopped looking for me." Damon cried.

"Then that's a good thing." Erin smiled.

He knew there was more to this dream, but his brain felt empty.

The way he felt in that dream was different from how he felt now that he was awake.

"Please find me."