into my small, quivering, wet-rag of a body.

The Shopkeeper groaned again, a groan to split rocks, and slowly lowered himself upon me, and kissed me gently, and rolled over onto his side and cradled me in his arms, and pulled me up on top of him as a mother would a nursing infant. He kissed me softly, gently, but fervently, everywhere he could reach, and my blasted body began to reassemble itself into its constituent atoms and molecules.

His still-huge member lay like a thick black tube against my taut abs, with my own few inches of cock on top of it. As if taking something from the musky, strong, fertile male organ beneath it, it began to stir, and to strut itself in all its limited glory. The Shopkeeper looked deep into my eyes, and I saw the Panther still lurking in his, and he softly whispered “Now, Bas, now – Bas wear whatever Bas want – Do whatever Bas want – Be whatever Bas want.”

I did not understand his words, which seemed to enter my skull and fly around in there like a bat in a cave, but my dick sure as hell knew. I had an erection like I had never had before, so hard that it hurt, and The Shopkeeper grinned and slid me down his sweat-slickened body between his thighs, and raised up his funky ass and said again, “Now, Bas – Now. You turn.”

As if it had a mind of its own – which is more than I could claim at this point – my own cock, my very own cock, thrust its way firmly into the tight ass of the iron mountain beneath me. I had never fucked a man before – I had always been the one dominated. But now, I buried my cock to the hilt in the firm ass of The Shopkeeper, and the fabric of The Shirt fell down around me, and flowed down over his sweaty muscles, and I rode above him bigger and stronger and harder – and more of A Man - than I had ever been before.

It did not take long for my own little white snake to spit its man-juice into him, and it was a thicker, stronger jet than I had ever shot before. I collapsed on top of The Shopkeeper, with the fabric of The Shirt between us, and he grabbed me by both ears and shook my head back and forth like I was a puppy, and grinned and growled at me with as much joy and gratification as I felt myself.

I don’t know what happened – I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew I was fully dressed, and walking to my bus stop a few blocks away from The Medieval Mart, and I had a package under my arm that I knew must contain The Shirt. And it was the strangest thing – I had checked my watch just before I went up to the third floor, and it said 3:45, and it now said 3:52. I asked someone at the bus stop what time it was, and he had the same time my watch did, and the bus was right on schedule. Only seven minutes…when the bus arrived, I pulled out my wallet to get my student bus pass, and I saw that all of the money that I had brought with me to The Medieval Market was still there – I counted it twice just to be