By Elendias

I found a strange book. The title was in writing I have never seen. Inside were strange pictures of monsters, creatures one could only dream about. Some were looking like lizards with two pairs of long ears, others were like tiny plush toys with cute fluffy balls over their heads. There was something like a pentagram, or more precisely a magic circle. I didn't know how to speak it, but there was written pronunciation, or so I thought, with a pencil over the words. I said the words loudly to myself as if chanting a spell. Maybe I was too naive: "Alta oron. Sondus kameela!". Nothing happened. I shrugged thinking it wouldn't work anyway. After I placed the book on the bookshelf I slipped under the blankets, closing my eyes and slowly drifting to the world of dreams. It was late anyway and I had school tomorrow. I woke up in the middle of the night to the feeling of cold. When I looked at why was I naked, I was terrified. I was levitating above the bed. The warm blanket was on the ground. I tried to move but it was as if something bound me. I could only watch as my body moved higher and higher, through the roof and above the house I was living in. At least I wanted to scream. To call mom or dad for help. But I couldn't speak either. Then something strange happened. Call me crazy, but I saw the ground beneath me. The houses, the cars, everything vanishing. Everything except people on the street. They didn't vanish. They transformed! They transformed into monsters. Monsters I saw in that book. Maybe the spell DID work! My clothes vanished too. I was drifting naked in the air, unable to speak or move. Then the landscape changed too. I saw desert forming somewhere, and forests were quickly rising elsewhere. The city vanished and instead, a town like from ancient times was formed. I saw those transformed people wandering like nothing happened. Was I the only one fully aware of the old world? 

I started to descend slowly. I was still naked when I was about 15 meters above ground. Then clothes appeared on me. But not my clothes. I had something like armor on me. Light leather armor, belt with a sword sheath. I had heavy boots on my feet, gloves, and armor on my shoulders, but no helm. I slowly descended to my feet. It was broad daylight. I just stood there confused, amazed, and worried at the same time. What about my parents? My friends? The school, our house? I walked around looking for anyone I might recognize. Along with humans, I saw lizards with two ears. Some women looked like they have bunny ears. Another kind of monster walked around. Bent like an old man, but furry with a face like a dog. I stood there and noticed someone was eying me. A rough-looking lizard was against a wall. I gulped, and nervously walked towards him: "Uhmmm.. Hello? Where am I? Are you really a lizard?" The eyes of that copper-scaled creature widened in surprise and shock. Then he stood firmly and angrily walked towards me, grabbing me by the collar and shouting: "How dddid you call me? A lisssard? I'm a BANGAA, not a lisssard!". He shook with me angrily. Then he let me go and shouted again "You'll pay for thisss insssult sssoldier! Let's engage in battle!". In this instant, all faces aimed towards us. I didn't know why, or what was happening but we were the center of everyone's attention now. Suddenly a man with full plate armor appeared riding some armored beast. He whistled. "Commence engagement! Today's rule is Fight. The penalty will be issued when you hit with a standard attack.", he whistled again and the rough bangaa attacked with his massive green sword. I instinctively drew my own sword. Mine looked quite ordinary compared to his. I stood firmly ready to defend, but to my surprise, he didn't attack with his sword but slammed his body right into me. I fell and immediately raised my sword in defense. "Do you really want to go to prissson human? Attacking me regularly isss againssst rulesss." he grinned. Then attacked again. This time the sword hit me and I felt my strength fading. "H-he just hit me! Why it isn't against the rules?", I turned my face to the knight and pointed at my opponent. "This wasn't a regular attack, no rules were broken.", he replied. I had no idea how to attack especially. So I just surrendered. I tossed my sword to the side and put my hands up. The crowd seemed surprised. They whispered something to each other. The bangaa stood in front of me, grinning satisfied with his victory. "The bangaa Merius is victorious. The human Tony surrendered. As with official rules, this engagement is over. The penalty for losing is servitude for the winner for one week. If rules are broken, you will be immediately sent to Sprohm prison.", with this said the knight whistled and vanished. The bangaa grinned: "Welcome Tony. I'm sssure we will have fun together!". Then I passed out as he kicked me in the face.

When I woke up, I felt cold. And my head was hurting a little. No wonder I was cold when I was only in my... loincloth? I looked where was I. It was dark, only orange flames lit the room I was in. I sat and looked around. "Hello?". A silhouette moved. Somebody was sitting on the stool, his back turned to me. When it heard me, it stood up and revealed itself. It was Merius. "Let'sss sssee. You insssulted me and mocked me in front of my brethrennn. I don't know where you are from, but calling bangaa a lisssard is the biggessst insssult." He was still in his armor. Apparently wearing armor all the time was custom to them. "I didn't know who you are. I'd never seen a bangaa before!" I defended. "Nonsssensse! Bangaa are everywhere!", he waved his hand at me in disbelief and turned his back on me. "it doesssn't matter anyway. You will pay for offending me and for lossssing the engagement with your ssservitude. Sprohm prissson is a terrible place. Getting tortured to death isss the nicessst thing to get there." he noted and I gulped at the thought. "Now be a good human and clean thisss place up. Thisss is my home and I want it tidy." he sat on the stool again, sliding his finger over various places on the map. I stood up and looked around. There was some looted treasure, a corner with a table, stools, and food on the table. Which reminded me how hungry I was. "Are you... a bandit?" I asked unsure. "You got that right human boy. Now clean before you make me angry!" he hissed at me. I jumped a little from the surprise and immediately started cleaning the dust and ordering the loot. As I finished I asked if I can have some food. "Foot? Why would you want to have a foot?" he turned to me lifting his brow in confusion. "No! Ewwwwwww! I said food." I looked disgusted and then repeated my question. Then he burst into laughter "Hahahaha I thought you ssssaid you wanted my foot! Wait..." he was thinking about something. The more he thought the more he grinned. And the more I was getting scared. "You said ewww to my foot?", he lifted his leg, showing his boot to me. "No! I mean..." I quickly thought of something as an excuse. "Inssssulting me again!" he shouted and stood up. "Ssssit down and ssstay here boy.". I looked up at him as he walked to the table, grabbed some baked meat, and put it on the plate. He came back to me and put the plate in front of me. Was I to eat food from the ground like a dog? I looked at him and he grinned:"Take my boot off. I'll show you how bangaa foot is!" he stood there as I took his heavy boot off. No way that skin could breathe through that heavy steel and filling. It was all wet from sweat. I didn't know lizards were able to sweat. I put the boot away. Steam was rising from it. "Now look at it. Tell me why you think it isss ewwwwww?" he lifted his foot showing me his soles. He had three toes and one-fourth on the side. The foot was all sticky from sweat and as he lifted it and got it closer to me, I noticed a stench I'd never smelled before. It was terrible. Like rotting flesh mixed with fish. I coughed and turned my head away. "Because it stinks terribly. And it's filthy." I had to answer honestly. I didn't want to be tortured. "Ssstinksss? Filthy? Your'ssss ssstinksss way more! He angrily stomped on the plate with meat. I could hear and see how it was pressed in between his toes making it into a puree-like matter. He lifted his foot again. Pieces of meat fell from his soles into the plate. Some were still on his foot though. "Here isss your ssstinky and filthy "lissard" foot dinner human. Eat it all!" he wiggled his toes. Toe jam and meat were mixed together. If the meat was delicious, it was now ruined completely. He had much fun looking at the pathetic human. "I thought you were hungry. Hurry up! Eat it!" it was a clear order. I couldn't refuse. I kneeled before him, and held his foot at his ankle as he sat on the stool enjoying the view. First I smelled the mixture. It stank more like his foot than like baked meat. I got my tongue out licking his heel a little, looking him in the eyes as if pleading for mercy. He looked very satisfied, hissed a little, and then nodded his head for me to continue. I had no other choice. He seemed serious about this. I licked all the moist sweat and meat juice getting my tongue over the heel towards the soles. "Isss it tassty? Do you like bangaa more?", he laughed and smeared the mixture over my tongue. I gulped it and coughed a little. As I cleaned his soles, he splayed his toes. "Here isss the bessst part. The mosst delisssiousss flavor." I disgustingly licked in between his three toes. The toe jam was strongest there. Where I was able to taste the meat mixed with sweat, now it was only the foul taste of filth. Who knows how many days he was in that heavy boots of his. I gulped everything down even when my stomach protested. "That'ssss a good boy." surprisingly he patted me on the head. "Now finissssh the dinner I made." he put his boot back on and turned away. I was hungry indeed. And my mouth was full of foot musk. Eating a little spoiled meat might make it better, so I just kneeled there and ate everything. It was much tastier and more filling. "Thank you for the dinner" I thanked politely showing him a clean plate. "Good good." he nodded and seemed deeply in thought. 

After some time I asked: "Why do you rob others? You are strong. You could live like a mercenary or something.", I asked out of curiosity. He turned to me and sighed: "You really don't know anything about bangaa. We are proud. We are ssstrong! And yet othersss just ussse usss. They insssult usss. Jussst as you do!". I bowed and apologized for the insult. "Humansss are weak. Frail. And yet they can do whatever they wissssh. Now it is our turn!" he quickly changed his attitude. He seemed completely lost in his rage. "Kneel and ssstay. I will put you in place human!" hissed. The last word was full of hate and despise. I did as he ordered, but I was scared of what he would do. He unbuttoned his tunic and took off his pants revealing his crotch. At first, I didn't look but then the curiosity got the better of me. In front of me was a pair of huge testicles and a thick member with a long foreskin. I could see the tip of his penis being covered completely and a good more than 2 cm of foreskin covered it. "Oh my god that's ugly...", that reaction came out of my mouth sooner than I thought of the consequences. "Ugly? Yoursss isss sssmaler! Ssshow me!" he shouted. I had no other choice than to take off my loincloth and reveal my small balls and penis. Compared to his. "Ssssee? It may be cleaner, but mine isss better!". I looked confused at him. Why cleaner. It seems a bit sweaty, yes, and the scent was strong too, but nothing terrible like his feet. "It isn't filthy to me." I looked up at him making sure I will flatter him by saying the truth. "Then you will pleassse me.", grinned as he grabbed his member. It was very thick and long. My hand was half, maybe even one-third of his size. I looked at him thinking he couldn't mean it seriously. I wasn't even gay. When I wanted to object he pressed his foreskin tip against my lips. "Open up and pleassse me." I looked at him with my dignity in question. Small teardrops were forming in my ears as he grabbed my head and pressed it against his growing member. I could only open my mouth letting him do as he pleases. The thick tip filled my mouth. The taste wasn't as terrible as I thought. A little salty from sweat but otherwise without any distinctive taste. I felt it growing inside me. He hissed from pleasure closing his eyes. Then he took it out and let me look at it. It was throbbing. And it was HUGE. The balls were dangling beneath it. The foreskin still covered the tip. "Now you'll love thisss. Open up your mouth. Sssince it isssn't filthy to you, you can clean me thoroughly." his grin suggested something devious. I was getting unsure why. As I opened my mouth and looked at his cock, he started rolling the foreskin back. Then it hit me. But it was too late now. As he uncovered the tip I saw a yellowish layer of smegma. The more he uncovered his filthy cock, the more there was of his dickcheese. And the smell hit my nose. Worse! definitely worse than his feet! He just stood there revealing more and more of his filthy smegma lizard dick grinning at my surprised and unbelievable reaction. As he revealed the head of his cock, he started pushing my head towards it. I wanted to turn my face, but his grip was strong and I couldn't disobey him. The foul tip entered my mouth, smearing the smegma on my lips, teeth, well, everywhere. I coughed and tried to swallow my saliva before the taste spread in my mouth. The taste of old cum, sweat, and piss made me gag. I looked into his eyes, pleading for mercy. His face changed expression as he saw me. He wasn't angry anymore. His eyes had the "it'll be all right" look on them. I swallowed every inch of that filth on that member of his. I didn't get even to half of his length when he started cumming in my mouth. "Ahhhh that'sss it! Ssso good.", moaned the bangaa. It was a surprise because he didn't warn me. He didn't even clench his fists. Nothing, just a pleasant, blissful look on his face as he filled my mouth with his seed. It was thick, creamy, and sticky. I coughed as the cum hit my throat directly. He released my head and I immediately pulled out his cock. He was still throbbing, but nothing except a long, sticky drop oozing from the closed foreskin. He sat again, exhausted from the strong orgasm. 

I wondered why he came so soon. Or about the smaller volume. Well, it was way more than I do, but still, when I compare his huge balls to mine, he should have come three times more than he did. The answer came without me asking. "Ahhhh finally. I haven't releasssed in monthsss.", he noted when enjoying his afterglow. No wonder he came so fast. I coughed most of the cum on the ground and swallowed the rest. I looked up at the satisfied bangaa. "Good human. Now go to sssleeep.", he said as he patted my head. I lay on the ground. The dirt was warm and quite soft. I figured it was already pretty much late so I closed my eyes and slowly drifted into sleep. If this was my first day of servitude, I'm not sure to be frightened or excited about the rest of the week. Either way, I will never call bangaa a lizard again. They deserve to be honored, not mistreated.