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Yudrein Aile, former Commander of the Calvary, did not remember how much time had passed since he had been arrested on false charges, tortured, and set for execution.
But if Yudrein had thought that was a long time, then he was mistaken.
Being turned to stone, his punishment instead of execution, made him feel as if he had been stuck in the flow of time for eternity.
He could not sleep. He could not turn off his senses. He could only pretend to.
But if Yudrein had once thought that was easy, somehow blanking out when he was literally stone was harder than blanking out when he was living his life as a human.
The things he heard as the Emperor put him on display in the throne room as a warning to all under him. The Emperor's mad ramblings. The schemes, the plots, the malice of people that he realized that he did not know the full extent of. The reason why certain groups of good people died. Countless people and villages.
Yudrein felt as if he was going mad, but he could not move and the stone numbed his senses just a little bit.
But it was only just a little bit.
Yudrein could still feel. He couldn't see, but he could feel it when someone touched his stone body which was stripped of clothes and forced into a humiliating position like 'the dog that he was'.
Yudrein's head was constantly patted like a dog as he had been placed near the Emperor's throne's arm rest. Sometimes, his face was caressed demeaningly. Several times when the Emperor was the only one in the throne room, his cock was pressed and stepped on by the Emperor who belittled him, cursed him, and yelled at him, taking out even more anger on him than he had when Yudrein was not stone.
Several times, the Emperor studied him as if examining all his scars and torture marks with morbid curiosity for the countless dangerous missions and excruciating torture that he had ordered upon him. The Emperor felt all of his body, running his fingers over each mark again and again.
When the Emperor was curious about something else as if just realizing that he had the body of a naked man next to him and seemingly having never seen the body of a naked man before, the Emperor touched him even more - his face, his crevices, his cock.
The Emperor mockingly imitated sex. He genuinely considered making a hole between his lips. He stroked Yudrein's stone cock many times and Yudrein felt it, a biological reaction that shouldn't exist because he was stone, but Yudrein also shouldn't be able to feel any of this because he should have died when he became stone. Although his stone body heated up with another's touch, he was unable to orgasm and release any of the heat building within him. He could only wait for the torture to be over and for the heat to dissipate from his stone body.
Before Yudrein was turned to stone as his final punishment, the Emperor had mockingly laughed and belittled Yudrein as a dog and an omega. A whore for his uncle, the former Commander of the Cavalry. As if to put him in the most humiliating position for his 'forever position', the Emperor had ordered for his ass to be expanded so everyone could see how he had used his ass to climb the ranks for all eternity. He would be the example of the only way commoners like Yudrein could ever reach a good position.
Weakened and drugged, Yudrein could not resist the fingers that humiliated him even more than any of the dehumanizing insults and worst tortures in prison. And so, as Yudrein was forced by many hands into a position like a submissive dog besides the Emperor, posed like he was seeking to be rewarded with head pats and mounted, Yudrein's cock was reluctantly erected all the way and the hole of his ass was gaping wide and slick, as if begging to be filled.
That was what everyone who used him said as they fucked a stone statue's hole.
First, it was actually a servant who found him too beautiful and marveled over him at night when the Emperor was asleep and all the guards were at the Emperor's quarters or anywhere else but the empty throne room which only had a throne and a statue. The servant mounted him whenever there was an opportunity and wiped him clean with a pitcher of water and many towels. The servant cleaned his entire body lovingly every night. But Yudrein only felt disgusted within his cage of stone.
And then, he only got used to it, unable to do anything as the Emperor's curious touches, belittling derision, and madness turned into a perversion that had the Emperor slowly escalating until the Emperor was fucking him in semi-private and everyone knew because the Emperor could hardly be bothered to clean up after himself after covering Yudrein in come.
Instead, a maid cleaned him after every rampage and session, planned by the Emperor beforehand or not.
And that was how it continued when the end of the world that Yudrein thought would come didn't come as several 'heroes', people Awakening into strong Awakeners, appeared in time before the natural disasters and monsters wiped out everyone but those who took shelter in the capital.
Years passed. Decades in peace too. Curious children of the Emperor poked him. When they grew up, they were introduced to using him as a toy or doll for entertainment and stress relief. Before they got married, they could study him and practice for their concubines and wives. Some of the younger siblings of each generation as it became an imperial family practice didn't want to get married ever as they grew attached and only wanted to touch him.
Yudrein was 'married' to countless descendants as the imperial family flourished.
He was used by so many more, even the female descendants of the imperial family as they presented as alphas and gnawed on his neck as they mounted him, trying to stuff their knots into his previously expanded but ever consistently sized hole. Even the female descendants that weren't alphas used him, fingering him curiously, touching and sucking his cock, pressing chaste kisses on his thankfully pressed lips. Some even took their virginity before their unwanted arranged marriages on him. 'It didn't count', others said because he was a toy, a mere statue, while even more satiated their dominance and perversion by mounting him like almost all the imperial descendants over time.
Although demeaning language mostly disappeared after the Emperor, no one ever told the next generations that he was once human and it was forgotten. He was a beautiful statue. An obedient dog. A 'husband' to children who liked him. A dummy to spank and take their anger and frustrations out on when children were punished and wanted something to suffer too. An example of how wives should be to condescending, controlling husbands and the wives that were unfortunate enough to be arranged to be married to them.
And then, enough time came that a revolution happened and the Orr Empire fell.
Yudrein then had owners that weren't the imperial family. But he was used by the next family that found him just as fascinating, erotic, and masterful artwork as the others.
Royal families constantly switched places throughout the centuries.
Countless things were spoken to and around him, and Yudrein felt dirtied despite being cleaned all the time by servants. The worst was when orgies were arranged around him as the centerpiece by disgusting people who forced innocents into slavery and plotted incredibly dark and horrible things to their own land and people, occasionally even to their own family.
Yudrein felt like he was in darkness.
When will he be able to just die? Have his consciousness just vanished - gone - disappeared from the world like he imagined everyone and everything he knew already had?
He wasn't in the throne room anymore.
Sometimes, he was out in public as a garden decoration or showpiece at a party. Sometimes, he was in a private room. Sometimes, he was in a living room of a family gathering. Sometimes, he was in a college as an example of ancient art. Sometimes, he was in a museum. Sometimes, he was in a class or club to demonstrate anything from anatomy and sex education to BDSM practices.
His stone body heated multiple times by the body heat, fluids, and touches of others. The heat only dissipated with time when he was finally alone, but he was rarely left alone. Cold water or hot steamy water doused him before times changed and people used specialized tools for cleaning and maintaining stone statues.
Yudrein felt thin bristles of a specialized brush attentively rubbing at each vein of his cock by a person who balanced between clinical and fascinated. In the end, as if cursed, no one resisted a statue who couldn't move or fight back when they were 'alone' with a statue and Yudrein was groped, played with, tested, and used again.
Yudrein was getting used to it. The darkness. The demeaning words and actions. Being touched only for the satisfaction of others and then eventually left alone.
At the same time, Yudrein wanted light. He yearned for something. Perhaps, a savior like those that had saved the world instead of him countless millennium, an entire forgotten age, ago.
Someone to only say good things. Someone who saw him. Someone who held him and only that. Someone to chase away the darkness, the emptiness he felt as he forgot that he was human, forgot that he was something other than the countless things that he had heard repeated to him over and over again.
He wanted-
Yudrein stared when the stone cracked like the shell of an egg and he saw his Commander, the first Commander of the Cavalry, his-
"Sorry, Yudrein..." A person began before shaking his head and helplessly, sorrowfully looking at him as he covered him with a long coat. "Yuder," He corrected himself. "Did you wait long? I wished I had reincarnated with my memories earlier."
Kishiar, reincarnated, ordered for him to be saved.
Yudrein was glad as he slumped and let himself be held by this person that he could somehow trust. At least a lot more than the rest of the world that he had seen over the ages.
Yudrein himself almost forgot, but he remembered his past, much brighter memories before it all turned to hell, as he breathed in Kishiar's scent and felt Kishiar pull him into his lap. Kishiar hugged him, no stray hands or thoughts anywhere, and Yuder relaxed.