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There was a rumor floating around that there was someone here who, through constant pleasuring, would offer them, the very next year, enough food for life. Even if they ate it all in one night, more would appear. An endless supply of food and riches for them all. And man, did Moses ever want that. It would mean they could live merrily for the rest of their lives. And it wasn't hard to find this person... rumors may not have been useful, but he sure did locate them. It was the new guy. Who appeared just as the rumors started.

And he was so easy to get away too.

When they got him, all tied up, in Moses's large bedroom, the bandit came in and tossed his spears off to the side. "So! Yer the one they talked about, huh? That guy who can make everythin' come true." He pointed at him, and tried to think. "Letsee... the rumors say you gotta be full of... somethin'..." He rubbed his chin, "Or it won't come true..." Thinking about it for a moment. "And you gotta be happy all of the time too!" He nodded.

And finally it came to him. "Oh yeah! You gotta be full of seed! If ya ain't, it don't work!" And lucky for him? Travis was buttnaked already.

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So, let's talk about fucking rumors. Here's a doozy. A treasure, a treasure that made other treasures look like eBay buyer defrauding, was just lying in wait for the intrepid adventure. It brought him here, with nothing but the clothes on his back, pocky, his wits, and a couple beam katanas. And he set out to try and hunt it down.

Two hours later, he was out like a light.

Three hours later, he was waking out completely naked, tied the fuck up, and in some crazy hut. He had managed to get himself into a seated position and was already trying to work off the bonds, when chuckles came in. Yeah, he called him chuckles.

"Wait. The who, the what, the why now?" He said in a fluster, shaking his head a little bit. "And how am I supposed to be "happy all the time" when I'm fucking tied up? And dude, what do I want with seed? I ain't no bird. Seriously man, what the fuck? Can you get the guy that translates batshit to english for me?"

Rumors were just that... fucking wastes of time sometimes. And that's how Moses was feeling right now. Like this entire thing had been a damn old waste of his time.

"...Damn. Guess ya ain't the guy... he'd know 'bout the rumor" He grumbled, and crossed his arms. "Cause I'm looking for the guy who's got everythin' I need. Well, guess I'll let ya go. Ladies! Sorry! This ain't him."

And from behind him came about four whines of big titted, underdressed women, one who wrapped her arms around Travis's shoulders, and whispered what he wanted to do with his big cock. "Hey!" Moses shouted out, "It ain't him, so don't waster yer time, okay?"

Wait. There were four big tittied women behind him? And one of them wanted to do what with his honking huge cock? Boy, if that didn't get him singing a completely different tune.

"Wait!" He shouted, straightening up...before blinking a couple of times and relaxing again. He was still tied up, so he couldn't move TOO much, but he didn't really need to for this. "Yeah, wait a second. I mean, you're gonna give up that quick like?" Yeah, okay. He's got this.

"I just had to make sure you were worthy and shit, you know?" He had heard plenty of rumors back when he first arrived, so figuring out which this is, well... "Can't just give it to any ol fucker that wants to feed me seeds and stuff, otherwise I'd be the guy that's given everything you need away."

"Oh! Hey! I knew that!" No he didn't, but he could at least pretend he knew what the hell was going on. It worked much better than being completely clueless. "Yeah, of course! That... that's part of the rumor too!" He nodded. This was totally legitimate. He just hoped it really worked for all the frustration this man was giving him.

"Kay, so roll on yer stomach! We'll get started preparin' ya!" Moses nodded, and moved closer to him. Pretty damn cheerful, if you asked him.

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