Bongani id in the hut, his cock aching with how tightly Aphelele squeezed him with her strong pussy. His throat burned from the choking. The pain made him feel alive. Not just a background male, barely fed enough to survive. Beaten for no reason. Though his love treating him like that filled his chest with a pulse of vivid life.

  Another prompt popped in his mind but shamefully he couldn’t understand it. His ck of education prominent from a lifetime of servitude. He rolled onto his stomach and pushed himself up with his weakened arms and legs. His lungs still burned with each breath from how hard the love of his life worked his body for her own desire. Bongani crawled from the hut and found himself looking at a small collection of males looking at the celebration from afar and hoping to be scooped up by a female for copution. The promise of food in return causing them to salivate.

  Bongani cleared his throat, “B-brothers. C-come, we f-f-find b-berries, roots. I know what w-we can eat.”

  The other men looked up at him with wonder in their eyes. The promise of food without servitude something that was a dream. Bongani half limped with how weak his legs had been left. Four of them chose to believe him, the others had too much doubt in their eyes to follow. Bongani reached deep in his heart and begged the goddess he had seen to aid him tonight. “Please, teach my mind more about what we can eat and gather.”

  That invisible pool of power drained from his soul and in return his mind had a new wave of information about the roots, fungus, and fruits of the savannah. He prayed fervently to Hathor, for that was the name of his savior. How he was chosen to ascent when no males had ever had the honor shook him to his core. Though as long as he served his love he would grow to be the best he could for her.

  Images of being used by her, being able to shut off his mind and fall deep into the most primal of pleasures in return rippled through him. It was so easy to follow her orders, so easy to submit to her power. It was as intoxicating as the drinks the women passed around. The dark secret that if not for their ability to impnt pups into the women they would be fully cast out was a constant bde above their necks. Thankfully only the ascended women could gain the man’s seed. Even amongst those only Ade was allowed to do so.

  The men who followed him walked into the darkness surrounding the vilge and their nocturnal eyes gleamed in the moonlight as Bongani brought them close to him. Their lithe thin forms cked the muscles of the superior women. However their hands were far more dextrous and thin fingered. Bongani showed his fellow men what bushes they could dig up for edible roots. The safe mushrooms buried under the rotted trees.

  Soon they had armfuls of sacred food, not as good as the meats and bones they could get from their betters but it was still something they could survive on. Bongani knelt before them as he stuttered. Something all men shared. “We c-c-could use this t-to c-c-curry favor with the w-women. B-but they will t-take it if t-t-they are c-cruel. Each n-night we w-will feast. The st-stronger we appear, the m-more likely w-we will be cimed.”

  Bongani began to eat and the other men followed as they watched each other with suspicion. It would be easy for any of them to try and steal the other’s food. Most men cked the comradere that the women seemed to have. It saddened Bongani as he ate.

  “W-w-we should h-h-have thrown o-ourselves a-at the m-m-monster.” Said one of the males. “Food w-w-won’t c-c-c-c… come without hunters.”

  Bongani nodded. “W-we m-m-must learn t-t-to fight. If w-we c-could even h-help one fem-m-male our l-lives would b-be worth something.”

  “Y-your mistress, st-st-trong. S-she should show us. M-maybe we b-beg.” Came another voice.

  Sharing the attention of Aphelele bothered him deeply. Knowing that he would be even lesser in her eyes if other males upstaged him stirred an unease in his cowardly gut. “She w-will d-d-decide. I’ll a-as-ask. M-maybe male role ch-ch-change soon.”

  The men nodded to each other as the food disappeared into their hungry maws. Only the sounds of the nature around them filled the void in conversation. All talks amongst the least caste took forever thanks to the ever present speech impediment. They did not hold shame in it though. Instead it was just accepted as nature. Bongani imagined what his love had in pn for him and the other men. She was one of grand pns and the feelings he experienced from submitting to her in ultimate form told him that she was destined for greatness.

  Bongani moved amongst the men, all of them showing ribs and thin hollowing stomachs. The palpable smell of fear in the air tickled his nose. If the men were caught eating without waiting for women to give them the scraps the wrath would no doubt lead to their deaths.

  “G-go, s-separate. W-we ret-t-turn to the c-cn. I’ll seek-k-k more f-food for t-t-tomorrow.” Bongani watched as the men dispersed, slowly heading back to the cn. He hoped none would be caught. Aphelele will change the cn. Men will be more than walking cocks. I must believe.

  Bongani didn’t return quite yet. There was something else he had to do. He was not the only one that was trying to lead the men to a better life. He had competition that instead of seeking more harmonious living with the females. Instead he was pnning to prey on the least of them. Steal their foods, ambush lone women, and steal from the pups. It would ruin Bongani’s desire to raise men above their station.

  Digging through the ground Bongani retrieved the spear tip that he collected from the battlefield. His hands shook with the thought of what he was about to do. He was never a violent person. A passive, quiet servant was his true pce. However, today he could not do such a thing.

  Slipping through the shadows Bongani returned to the vilge and used his refined sense of smell to seek out his rival. Spending some time memorizing it just for this night was truly the smart decision as Bongani used the stealth skills he had built through a lifetime to sneak amongst the cn without drawing the attention of his betters.

  An empty hut was where it lead him. The partying of the women in celebration of the heroes leaving their valuable foods unprotected. Bongani could hear the chewing of dried meat and the moans of satisfaction as a belly was filled with ill gotten gains.

  Like a silent shadow he slipped into the hut in the cover of darkness and let his eyes adjust to the bckness. There, much rger than himself was his target. Unnamed by any woman as he id uncimed. His tiny cock hanging between his legs as he stuffed his face full of stolen food. Even his rge frame and the promise of stronger children did not earn him the right to sit amongst a cluster of women.

  The male was vile. The stench of his body was repulsive to the sensitive noses of the people. Though Bongani was sure it was because it was cultivated to be like that. Gliding behind the man the spear tip hung heavy in his hands. A lead weight as he was about to break a cardinal rule. A male never had the right to kill another person, even another lowly male was off limits.

  Bongani leapt on the male’s back and began to plunge the spear tip into him over and over again. Aiming for the neck and head with his fury. The sharp tip of the weapon glided through the weak flesh of the male without issue as he remained silent. Only the painful yelping of the male filled the hut as Bongani kept stabbing until blood flowed so thickly to the ground.

  The male threw Bongani off of his back and whirled on him. A lunge of teeth and nails descended on Bongani’s small, thin form. One more desperate thrust pnted the spear tip in the male’s throat, ending him with a torrent of blood flooding down Bongani’s arm. It took all of his strength to roll the male over to free himself.

  A feeling of power flowing into his body accompanied the kill. It felt hollow and disgusting to have done what he did. The kill brought tears to Bongani’s eyes as he looked down at his fellow man. Sure he had broken the rules, but he was too sneaky to be caught by the women. Weeks of stolen food had pgued the least of the women.

  Stinking of blood Bongani slipped away from the hut to head to the river and bathe himself clean. Then he would need to seek the mark of his love. Only his scent was left behind, but that could be masked and cleaned. It wasn’t like a woman would remember him. Hands shaking Bongani embraced the night. I’ll end any man that threatens my vision.