Be slave

When Angaraj was lost to Arjun, he and Duryodhan looked at each other, and Duryodhan then looked confusedly at Shakuni, who was responsible for rolling the dice for him, and Shakuni returned his nephew's determined gaze. So the matter was settled. By the time the dice meeting was over, the kings who had come to Hastinapur to witness the gamble no longer considered it a rare event to bet on friends and family. When they went back and told those who had not witnessed the gamble, they were sure to mention the recklessness in this hall, but now was still during the game, and they had already seen the Dharmaraj lose all his money on the first day, and his two brothers on the second two days. Even some ungenerous people would say that the fortune of Yudhishthira is still not enough, he just win an outsider, only the Duryodhan's own brothers also won over, that's brag-worthy ability. Karna was treated the same as the two princes who had lost their destiny and became slaves. He was taken off the golden crown and removed the cloth that covered half of his body and the chain that was attached to it. Duryodhan holding the golden crown removed from Angaraj. The gambler and the chips were able to say a few words of friendship before delivering the stakes for this game. Yudhishthira stood at the other end of the hall with his only two remaining brothers, the two sons of Kunti. He crossed over to the last gathering of Duryodhan, Angaraj and the king of Gandhara, looked at his brother who was buried among the slaves and had not been redeemed to this day. Shakuni does not have the usual uneasiness of those who miss: "My putra, always running after a deer will kill it, the bruising blood from sudden death can stain the tendons. If so, the hunter will only run for nothing, the loss is not worth it." Gandhara King consistently not very good to Angaraj, Karna thought - he never say these opinions out, but it does not mean that he cant perceive the eyes of others. He and Dhritarashtra's hundred children generally called Shakuni maternal uncle, but it does not mean that he can't hear the contempt of the Gandhara King's mouth. The main reason why he did not talk about Shakuni's attitude with Duryodhan was because this contempt was still a kind of contempt that he could accept. Shakuni preferred Ashwatthama in comparison because Ashwatthama wouldn't talk too much when he helped Duryodhan, because Ashwatthama's father is a renowned warlike Brahmin, while Karna's father is powerless to influence the war or the political situation in Hastinapur. Because of his father's powerless, not because his father is a Suta, Karna could feel an equality in Shakuni's unkind banter - the Gandhara king cared only about the usefulness of others to himself. Even Karna's father is a Suta, and if Adhiratha was willing to do what Purochana had done to assassinate the Pandu tribe, he would also be treated as an honored guest by Shakuni. "O king of Anga," Shakuni turned toward Karna with a closed palm, but Karna felt like he was being looked at askance by Shakuni, "now is the time to paralyze that deer's perception, Dharmaraj of flawless behavior will not unshamefully continue to bet on Bheem and Arjuna, he will bound to use you to bet on the son of Madri. The first game you will be able to return to free life, and Yudhishthira, he won once, his brothers and the kingdom are in our hands, he can not possibly shrink and run away." So be it. Karna nodded, and bade farewell to them. As he had expected, Yudhishthira was not interested in torturing slaves, and even though he understood the humiliation that led to Duryodhan's revenge, at this point he had to admit that the Kuru clan's revenge on the Madri twins was too much. Sahdev maybe more or less better, the son of Drona was not directly involved in the shame of Rajasuya, he insulted Sahdev just for his friend. But Nakul, he fell into the hands of Duryodhan's brother. Karna had never seen such a family protect members' honor like this. Dushasana, Durmarshan, and even more sons of Dhritarashtra, who whenever they could find the time to find fault with the prince who had done his best to be tame. Karna had seen Nakul only once, when he had go to discuss business with Shakuni and the others, he had seen the shining son of Ashvins being pushed down into the mud pit. Perhaps he had been pushed too many times, Nakul no longer want to stand up, he fell in the mud numbly breathing, Karna retracted his eyes, and hurried away. Yudhishthira was so tired of exchanging pleasantries with Karna that he just casually assigned a servant, ask Karna to follow them and do some work. But Arjun interrupted Yudhishthira. And he said, I want King Angga to be my slave today. Yudhishthira looked at his brother woodenly, he paused for too long before speaking again, so long that Karna suspected he has an ulterior motive, or Arjun's offer made him worried about something, but the bottom of Yudhishthira's eyes were empty, eyes that the Sutaputra very familiar with. Even though he had left his parents' at a young age, he still remembered the eyes of those who had no money to bet but still held on to their big dreams then losing everything. They sitting against the wall with their legs crossed as if they had been drained, staring blankly at the street, the pedestrians, or the random dog that passed by. They were exactly the same as Yudhishthira now. "If you want." Yudhishthira gave permission. Karna had only seen this extreme angry when the hundred sons of Dhritarashtra bullying Nakul, that extreme, blood-related indignation. Now he saw it again. The palace where Arjun currently lived temporarily was not unfamiliar to Karna. When the Pandavas received half of the land Hastibapur allotted to them, they became the very closed relatives of Dhritarashtra, but irrelevant outsiders in the line of succession. The palace where five princes used to live together never fell into disuse, Kunti was left in Hastinapur, because Dhritarashtra said he need to caring for his brother's widow. She could not go with her sons, so she had only one wish left - she moved to the palace where the Panduputra had rested. And when Pandavas came to Hastinapur as guests, they did not return to their original residence, Dhritarashtra as polite hospitality to the five kings, giving them respectively arranged for their respective borrowed palaces. In this regard, Dushasana had quite a few words, Dhritarashtra, the father may not know, but Dushasana, Duryodhan and the Gandhara king knew in their heart, that they had recruited Yudhishthira and others is not a good intention, they intended to revenge, intended to take away all his wealth and dignity to make up for the insult they had received. "Why not just drive these bastards live in a cowshed?" Shakuni did not answer the question positively, he answered it subtly and effectively, and as soon as his words fell, Dushasana laughed triumphantly, getting a little pleasure from the sarcasm of his words: "They may not be able to abide by the rule of only giving one husband a year with the daughter of Drupada in private, but our Hastinapur need appear to know more about morality than they do" Karna stood in a corner of the wall, he was only taken away about his weapons and gold ornaments, but was not given any tools to sweep and clean. He had rested on the couch in this palace, when he had only gotten Anga, and Hastinapur had not had time to pack a palace closer to Dhritarashtra sons, and Angaraj had been placed here for a few days. It was as if Arjun had only just left him, and had forgotten such a person as Karna in the blink of an eye. The servants allocated to the Pandavas were already scarce, now they were busy serving this group of disillusioned guests to eat, and Karna could only hear his own breathing. Angaraj suddenly felt that servants who stood in a corner of the palace, somewhere in the corridor, and came at the master's command at any time, they were really awesome. They could forget themselves, just as the poets forgot them when they described the palace, just as the white sacred threads reflected silver in the sun at the ritual of the Dvija, and the joyful and solemn royal priests forgot them who were naked without a rope. It was as if they could trap themselves inside the walls of the palace, just like wherever they stood, a groove would appear in the wall, swallowing these silent people. The only thing that Karna now had in common with them was that he also had no sacred thread. Even if no one spoke to him, he was also as disoriented as the boiling water surface. He could hear the drumming of blood rushing through his eardrums when sweat slid silently down the corners of his forehead. Even the breath is emphasizing his presence. The person who walked in heard the drumming also. Arjun pushed open the palace door and took a few steps before he realized as if he had been disturbed that there was someone in the corner. When Arjuna looked over, Karna supported his dignity and straightened his spine, but his gaze slanted to one side. People always avoid looking at each other when they don't want people to talk to them. But things didn't go as planned, Arjuna said, "Angaraj." He paused, realizing that the off-the-cuff name calling was inappropriate: "—Come here, Karna." After getting Karna, Arjun counted in his heart that he had several old scores to settle with him: first of all, the Angaraj and Duryodhan were working together to make themselves wash his feet in public; secondly, he must have been more or less involved in the Lakshagriha conspiracy; then, he had never accused about Duryodhan's gambling game, and he and the Duryodhan sat silently behind Shishupala, listening to him humiliate Panchali. Arjun thought, although he had no solid evidence, this Sutaputra - the Sutaputra in fact and the Sutaputra in mouth of Panchali - Karna is most likely to harbor the same evil intentions. Arjun and his two elder brothers finished their plates of food in a suppressed and silent manner, his planning soiled by an undercurrent of wrath as he stared at the tops of the hair of Bheem and Yudhishthira who were face to face when they bowed their heads. Even Arjuna felt a kind of anxiety for Yudhishthira who could not give up gambling, if he could not win back Nakul and Sahdev, Bheem would immediately tie him to Duryodhan and throw them into river. Even if Gangaputra shot him like a sieve, he had to throw them both down. Karna was as silent as a wild dogs near by the sacrificial fire, which come and go only depending people calling. Arjuna could even see his tail tucked and his ears down. Karna stood still in front of him, raised his eyes and only responded to his call with his eyes. Arjun could even see the dog's trembling gums and drooping mouth when suppressing its anger not biting. The stains on his planning were brushed away by Karna again. Arjuna ground his molars, said: "Bring me a basin of water." Karna left silently, and Arjuna tried to imagine how he would ask for the golden basin from the servant - would he be reluctant, as if humiliated, and ask servant to give him the basin and water jug? It was a bit like venting his anger on those innocent servants, Arjun had to admit that Karna might just be displeased with those rode on his head, and he would treat poor people or Brahmins with graciousness. Even bear their sacks and wheels. When Karna came back, his pace was much smoother than when he went. He holding the golden basin, the golden basin was at the same level as his chest and abdomen, even if a basin full of water was not heavy for archers like them, if it was held so high, the water would be too easy to spill. Too long had he been away from Suta famaily, he's not used to doing it himself or serving others. The water in the basin sprinkled with red flowers and golden petals rolled up a huge wave like a tide, hitting the edge of the golden basin and falling back. Arjun stared at the water, his heart was hanging, swaying, pushed by the waves of the seawater in the basin. Pushing too hard to settle. Karna finally put the basin down at his feet, even though put it so hard, not a few drops of water were spilled, Arjuna suddenly came back to his senses, took a deep breath. Just now he even breathed lightly, his chest was very stuffy with fatigue. He put his foot in the water, the unintentionally suppressed water sprayed onto Karna's knees. He was condescending, and he could only see Karna's eyebrows and the sun-disk-shaped Tilak. The eyebrows were twisted up unhappily, and even the semicircular sun was twisted out of sharp corners. Karna held Arjuna's ankle, and his skin could feel the archer's purlicue trembling by his ankle. Arjuna asked him. "Karna, now you have seen the consequences of your bad karma." Karna just rubbed the protruding blue blood vessel on Arjun's instep with his fingertips, and the asking became Arjuna's one-sided pouring out. "You should not be anyone's slave — even Suta is not a slave, Karna, you should take a thought before you bark at us, and understand whether the person holding you is a good person, or a moneylender who let his dog harming others. " "Can you drive a chariot, Karna? I don't believe that when you were walking in Hastinapur palace, you never meet your driving-chariot father. What does he think of you, Karna, will you talk to him?" "When Panchal choosing son-in-law, why did you touch the bow with a shameless face? Can you remember who you are?" Karna didn't say a word, even if he became a slave, he still had the right to choose whether he was a mute, or a vine that flattered his master with a smooth tongue. He bowed his head, only the top of his hair and shoulder blades were exposed to Arjun. The skeleton is covered with skin and meat, and the protrusion is limited, like a thin, immature white zebu that not grows a thick hump yet, like a lost bull was wandering in forest without master, and hungry made its hump be two unfolded bones. Silence is never resistance. When animals fiercely fight against by horns, there are clanging sounds. Those silent ones are the conchs that secretly contain sand and the plant that waits for an opportunity to bud and give birth to its own pride. Karna's silent demonstration avoided all of Arjuna's questioning, and the first sentence he answered was that he picked up the cotton cloth laid aside to wipe off the water drops for Arjuna: "I'm done washing." Arjun stepped, overturned the golden basin, and the water completely soaked Karna's dhoti. But he didn't have time to get angry, Arjun raised his leg and kicked him like kick the chair down, knocked karna over by kicking his shoulders. The wet toes stepped on Karna's chest. When they lived in the forest, Pandavas played together, and sometimes deliberately used their toes instead of their hands to pick up things that fell on the ground. He bent his toes heavily, pinching the nipples of the Sutaputra as if he wanted to pinch something. Karna would never have let it go with Arjun if he hadn't bound with a bet, but now he just glared at Arjuna, while the other nipple self-consciously erected symmetrically. Just a thread could hide his indecent chest, but he had no holy thread. He didn't. He will not have an immortal soul in reincarnation, he is the thinnest stick in the fire, he is the top layer of curdled milk in the bowl of offering thrown to Agni. Just let Angaraj, let this outstanding Suta show his arrogance by words. He asked Arjun why didn't accept his challenge in the drill ground, as if there was not the field to welcome the educated Prince, but the backyard of his house where the wheeled carts placed. Just let him stand in front of Duryodhan without fear of death. Even if all of them died in cannibalism, they still have countless future lives, and countless opportunities to repay the karma of previous lives, but Karna did not. He can only be used once, like his dhoti, the only one he currently covers, if the fabric is torn, it is torn. Karna angrily accused this abrupt behavior. Although he became a slave, he was a chariot warrior equal in skill to Arjun, the humiliation he received was the same humiliation Arjun would have received. One day, Arjun would also be pressed to the ground, be twisted chest, and his clothes stripped off in a humiliating manner. Wet dhoti gagged his mouth, which he was cursing and didn't have time to close. Arjuna wrung the slave's testicles hard, and there was a painful cry that could not be suffocated from behind the tightly stuffed cloth. He pulled Karna's weak penis like play Ulupi's snake tail, then he touched down with his hand, and poked it in with two fingers. "You should go to revenge me who drives the chariot like a Suta. Your situation can't match me." Yudhishthira is probably pacing up and down under the bed anxiously now, and Bheem, the most courageous Vrikodara, may have to sit on the bed now, suppressing his anger with stillness. The royal palace of Hastinapur has never been so depressing to them. During the movement and stillness, Arjuna lay on the body of Radha's son. The corridor outside palace was dead silent. He even suspected that the huge boat of Hastinapur was being unloaded. He was thrown out along with Karna. He once stood in Dwarka. Dwarka near the sea, he and Krishna stood at the port, saw the fully loaded cargo ship sailing away, halfway through the boat stopped suddenly, threw several bags into the sea before getting up again. Krishna pointed the distant boat with his flute: "Partha, it is nearly overwhelmed." Karna's neck stiffened for his pain, and he tried his best to stare at the dome of the palace. When Arjun is already able to hold his hand, waist and abdomen, when he could evaluating the difference between Suta and other bodies he was familiar with, Karna's eyes slowly dropped. His teeth chattered, and the Dhoti that muffled his voice, fell halfway out of his mouth. Parashurama said that his patience was not the instinct of a Brahmin. But He was wrong, his patience was not the nature of Kshatriya who always be spoiled. The life of a Suta that Karna had rejected distinguished him from those kings in the shape of a quasi-virtuous. Kings endure pain but not endure alive, but Karna instinctively chooses to alive when it does not conflict with his justice. As dull of political as Angaraj also understands that if he dies early, it is tantamount to a betrayal to Duryodhan. At the same time, he is used to straightening his back when others stare in surprise or sarcasm. Regards living in depression as a must. Therefore, he didn't have the intention of harming his body to get out of the predicament. Arjun held Karna's penis with one hand and controlled him. "Will Dharmaraj let you take revenge on me like this?" Karna grabbed Arjuna's arms as if wrestling, and gave back the strength that had stirred him within his body. But the place be touched was different, this was an unfair contest, at most Arjun had armband-shaped bruises on each of his arms tomorrow, but now, he suddenly trembled like a sick attack. Ejaculation is different from another ejaculation, he can't anchor himself in someone's body now, he isn't Rudra who perked up and sows sperm to his wife. Whether be tough or tremble, it turns out that it only depends on the status, not the inherent body. Pleasure is the duty of a king. Both Arjuna and Karna knew that after cuming, they should rest and not be greedy, otherwise it would be tantamount to showing their own shame. This is where they are most equal except for archery. Karna governs Anga entirely according to his conscience. Although Parashurama had taught him the wisdom of weighing pros and cons. But how much can a false Brahmin who only learns to write secretly after he find a teacher? Only the skills in the Kama Sutra can be easily learned by people. Karna relentlessly tried to bring Yudhishthira's name to Arjun's ears, but Arjun only felt ridiculous. His brothers' palaces were so close, if Yudhishthira want to coming, so would Bheem. Even if Yudhishthira wants to stop, Bheem will grab his arm, Pandu putra can sense it is not the end of the disaster, and winning Karna is not the turning point of gambling. If he didn't vent anything, he and Bheem would break down and cry before Yudhishthira lost them all. But now is not the time to shed tears. There will be no tears of unbearable anger. If tears are shed, it is only because whoever can't stand the humiliation thrown at each other by the Pandavas and the Kauravas, The one who wept would accept the insult first. So he only saw Karna's sweat, even urine, but no tears. His wife, Manipura Princess Chitrangada, was also a very strong archer, but after all, she had a pair of dizzy, golden breasts - the copper-colored breasts reflect golden light when sweating. But Karna has nothing to do with softness, Arjun's finger are slightly apart, just like Suta mentioned in the court poem - the honey fruit or the breast of devi, when he raised his waist and moved, he held the hard breasts that were not only flat, but also hardened under the exercise. It wasn't long before Karna was forced to cum again by his non-stop fuck. More than semen. The unrecognizable urine, which had not yet gather into a pool, finally wet the tuft under Arjun's crotch. He moved his hand away, even though Karna was squirting, he didn't see the tears of Angaraj. Thinking about it this way, it is true that although the archer who is extremely sensitive and vengeful always has red eye circles in quarrels and confrontations. But faced to Arjun, it was bloodshot instead of tears that crawled up his eyes in the end. Karna's back was as strong as a fish bouncing on a stone slab. He hit the ground hard as he convulsed, making the crisp sound of the fish's tail landing on the ground. Arjun felt scalp tingling, he moved his knees, and abruptly backed out of the body of the Suta slave. As if he was in a panic, he grabbed the scattered cloth and wiped his lingam vigorously, until it turned red, until the crown of the foreskin ejaculating was red, swollen and painful. Karna wanted to wear his Dhoti back. He tugged at the corner of the cloth on his side, but Arjuna ignored it. He had no choice but to stand up with bare legs. He can't understand why his natural divine armor could only cover his upper body, but ignored his two thighs. -end-