Travis Kinmire muttered to himself as he trudged along the long-dried riverbed of the Poye River. At sixteen, Travis had been the second youngest in his clan ever to complete the rigorous rites of passage that marked him as a warrior. Sure, it was hard to believe that a pampered rich kid who stood only five and a half feet tall was capable of taking down a fully-grown Mountain Ape, but the ability was in his blood.

            Travis’s father was the current head of the Kinmire Clan, and his older brother sat at his right hand. Travis, on the other hand, was forced to take mercenary work like any other warrior of the Kinmire Clan. As the second-born son, he was ineligible to inherit any of his family’s vast wealth. Maybe it was anxiety over his seventeenth birthday (and subsequent banishment from his clan in accordance with the ancient laws) that drove him to accept the mission without his usual entourage. Or maybe it was just overconfidence, foolishness, or some deep-rooted death wish, he couldn’t be sure. Travis had been walking for well over six days trying to find a guild of trolls that had been causing trouble for the local lord. His rations had long since run out, and he was running low on the stale water in his canteen. All he wanted to know now was the way home.

            Stifling a cough, Travis tripped over a fat, salt-crusted rock but managed to catch himself before his knees came crashing down into the crystallized riverbed. He dusted off the expensive leather mail that covered his back, chest, and stomach, amazed at how a few days traveling down a river of salt could turn even the most robust-looking leather into a dusty, graying mess. His normally brown hair was stained an ugly shade of chalk-white from the bitter-tasting winds that battered him back and forth. Travis, like many in the aristocratic classes of the Bylonian Kingdom, kept his hair long. It cascaded down gently from his forehead back over his ears and stopped just below his neck. Even his vibrant green eyes seemed tainted by fatigue, appearing less like sharp emerald pools and more like cracked jade.

            From the waist down, Travis’s attire was fitting for a Kinmire mercenary. Leather padding protected his knees and shins, and carefully crafted tortoise shells provided the soles for his loose-fitting boots. The boy wiggled his toes anxiously as he slowed to a halt.

            Geez, what the hell was I thinking? Travis sighed, slouching down on one of the fatter rocks at the banks of the former river. Where the hell is it? His hand wandered through his backpack for a moment, passing up his battered old journal, a myriad of sketchbooks, and the petrified eyeball of a stone giant before finally resting on a scroll of minor spells his ex-boyfriend had been kind enough to lend him.

            You’re a lifesaver, Cyx. Travis smiled to himself, slowly unraveling the parchment. He’d already used up three of the four ‘Find Person’ spells the scroll contained, each time with no luck. Three individual trolls were dead, but none of them were associated with the small guild he was charged with disbanding. Travis murmured the words written on the scroll, crossing his fingers as blue light spun lazily around the parchment. Squeezing his eyes shut so much that it almost hurt, Travis tried his best to picture a troll similar to the trolls he had encountered previously, praying that the spell would lead him someone inside the troll stronghold.

In a flash, it was there. It was all there. Travis could see the underground hideout with perfect clarity, as though he had been there hundreds of times before. It was much smaller than he expected, it looked like it was carved out of a small cave near the mouth of the river, only a mile down the road. Despite its location, the hideout was rather modern-looking and civilized. Nobility-level appliances such as self-sweeping brooms and bottomless wine goblets decorated the tiny hovel like trophies, exclusively for display.

I’ll never get used to seeing through someone else’s eyes, he mused, taking in his adopted surroundings while he was still privy to his target’s perspective. There were maybe fifteen trolls living there, all dressed in bloodstained garments looted from their victims. They all seemed to be wearing silk or magical ‘imitation’ silk (Travis never could tell the difference). The most disturbing thing about them, however were the sickly yellowish bandages that covered their faces. Little more than a glimpse of their eyes and a tuft of reddish hair made it through the tight wrappings.

As quickly as it came, the vision vanished. But it was enough. Travis smiled triumphantly as he stuffed the scroll back into his backpack and drew his bastard sword.

Only fifteen? I’m disappointed, he thought as he rushed forward with renewed vigor. This won’t even be worth my time.

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“Attention all members of the Poye Road Trolls,” Travis shouted in his most authoritative voice at the entrance to the cave (little more than a deep gash in the river bed). “You are collectively under arrest by order of the Kingdom of Bylon. By common law, you are entitled to an opportunity to surrender.”

Silence. A minute passed, followed by four more. More silence. For a moment, Travis began to wonder if he had accidentally arrived at the wrong cave. His doubts didn’t last much longer, however, as four wiry trolls scuttled from inside the mouth of the cave and surrounded him. What the hell is wrong with these guys? Something just isn’t right… The trolls moved much faster than he had anticipated. In fact, they didn’t seem to crawl so much as slither on their bellies.

“Shit!” Travis exclaimed as one of the trolls let out a piercing, high-pitched wail and jerked towards him, almost like a puppet on a string. The boy deflected a strike from the troll’s hand with the blade of his sword, lopping the troll’s hand off at the wrist. Blood sprayed into the air as the troll flopped on the ground, bellowing his shrill cries to the heavens.

“Anyone else want some?” Travis smirked, brandishing his bastard sword over his shoulder. The three standing trolls peered into each other’s eyes for a moment, then nodded simultaneously, as though agreeing to something. Before Travis could blink, they were on top of him. Not good! Definitely not good! The boy’s arms and legs were soon pinned, and he could only watch as his trusty sword was dumped into the uncaring riverbed and buried in salt to ensure rust.

Two of the surprisingly strong trolls were sufficient to haul Travis inside, while the remaining troll carried his wounded ally indoors. Despite his best efforts, the teenager found himself unable to escape their iron grasps on his arms and legs. There was a white-hot spark of pain, then blackness.

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            The first thing Travis saw when he came to were lights. Fat, blurry lights coming from the ceiling. But they weren’t candles or lanterns, they were much more circular, like the glowing mushrooms that were found… Underground.

            “Shit! Shit! No! What’s happening?” Travis tried to get up but found his body had barely enough mobility to allow him to breathe. He was in a sitting position, and the clanking of chains made it painfully obvious that he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. That was when it hit him. He had been captured.

            Travis felt like he had just chugged a bucket of sand. As his vision cleared, he began to wish more and more that he hadn’t woken up. All fifteen of the trolls he’d seen were standing around him, looking as somber and downright terrifying as ever. One of them, an old, lanky troll wearing a duke’s night-robe, peeled away a section of the yellow bandages covering his mouth.

            “What you have done here… Is unforgivable,” The old troll’s voice was withered and raspy, as though it hadn’t been used in years. From the rotting odor of his breath, Travis wagered that it hadn’t. “You have defiled our land with your Bylonian feet. Only Trollkin are allowed to walk here…”

            Travis began to protest, but in turning his head to face his captors, he caught a glimpse of a very wicked-looking set of steel implements… Implements designed specifically for torture.

“Because of you, our comrade has lost a hand. He has demanded vengeance for your crimes,” The troll gestured to Travis’s feet. “Therefore, you must lose something important to you, as well…”

Two of his captors, one on each side, grabbed onto Travis’s boots and easily tugged them off, exposing his pink, bare feet. Despite his training, Travis was still a member of the privileged class, and had spent little time barefoot as a child. As a result, his feet were still quite soft and delicate, devoid of calluses or other unsightly marks.

Travis’s eyes grew wide as the one-handed troll crawled up to his helpless bare feet and began to unravel his mask of bandages. The inside of his mouth was like a macabre nightmare, all of his teeth had been removed, replaced instead on each jaw with curved blades that acted as a single chopping “tooth”. The boy began to panic as he realized what those teeth were for. The troll hovered over Travis’s right foot, examining each one of his toes intently. The boy couldn’t help but wiggle his toes nervously, trying to curl them under as the troll’s cruel, dirty hand singled out his pinkie toe.

“Wait, wait a second, just hear me out, I—AAAAH!” Travis cried out in pain as the troll’s steel teeth bit his pinkie toe off at the base. While the pain itself wasn’t as awful as he expected, he couldn’t help but begin to cry as he looked at his right foot with only four toes. His pinkie toe, which had been with him since he was born… Gone forever, just like that. Travis began to sob.

The troll, however, was nowhere near satisfied. Despite Travis’s efforts to curl his remaining toes away from his grasp, the troll held Travis’s second smallest toe apart from the others. The boy made a sound of protest, but in vain. The troll lowered his head to Travis’s helpless little toe and bit it off as well. Travis sobbed harder from the burning agony of losing two digits, as well as from the frightening crunch of bones—his bones—in the troll’s mouth as he chewed the severed toes and swallowed them.

Chuckling slightly, the one-handed troll licked his lips and mumbled something to the designated “speaker” in a click-based language Travis couldn’t hope to recognize. The older troll knelt at Travis’s side like a grandfather about to teach his grandson how to fish.

“He says your toes are quite tender,” the old troll said, failing miserably to conceal his own hunger for the boy’s flesh. “He wants to know if you are royalty, for rarely do commoners have such tender feet.”

“F-Fuck you,” Travis said, trembling even as he swore. He felt the cold touch of the other troll’s hand fumbling with his middle toe. Travis, partly in defiance, partly due to involuntary shivering, managed to wiggle his toes too quickly for the one-handed troll to hold onto one of them effectively. Even if I’ve only got eight toes left, I’ve got to keep them no matter what!

“AAAAAAAAAAAH!” Another snap of cold steel, and Travis’s poor right foot was missing all of its toes except the big toe. His two smaller toes were snapped off at the same time, victims of a most impatient gourmet. The troll crunched the severed toes loudly as he ate, ignoring Travis’s desperate cries. Tears were pouring out of the boy’s eyes as he began to dry heave and gasp breathlessly for air.

The troll, having swallowed the severed toes, began to examine Travis’s right foot again. With only the big toe left, it seemed as though he were debating whether to eat it right then or save it until after he’d had his fill from the boy’s left foot. Travis continued to sob noiselessly as he was forced to watch the ordeal. His right foot only had a single toe remaining, and it looked likely that he would lose that, too. Finally, not content to leave a job unfinished, the troll took hold of Travis’s right foot and bit down into the soft flesh of his big toe.

Unlike his smaller toes, it seemed that the troll couldn’t simply snap it off with a single bite. It took several agonizing bites, in fact, to finally sever Travis’s big toe from his right foot. The boy burst into tears all over again at the sight of his bare, toeless foot. He would never again have even a single toe on his right foot.

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            It seemed like hours Travis waited, watching with nauseated fascination as his captors wrapped his toeless right foot in grimy used bandages. Several of the smaller trolls were eyeing his left foot greedily, licking their lips when he so much as wiggled his toes.

            The boy’s eyes went wide when the one-handed troll limped into view once again. His grotesque face was smeared with Travis’s blood, his horrid eyes still gleaming with sadistic glee. He turned to the smaller, more feral looking trolls and nodded at the pudgy, beady-eyed one nearest Travis’s toeless right foot. The other tiny trolls growled in protest and reluctantly scuttled away. The little troll removed the gauze obstructing his mouth to reveal a saw-toothed, oversized maw twice the size of one of Travis’s feet. The fat troll tore away the bandages around Travis’s foot (the boy wept at seeing his own foot again) and swallowed Travis’s toeless foot all the way to the ankle!

            Travis shrieked in pain as the troll meticulously chewed all the way through his tender ankle, popping bones with abandon and pausing occasionally to savor a particularly delicious tendon. It took over five minutes for the troll to bite off Travis’s foot, beaming smugly as he swallowed it whole. Travis watched through a sea of tears as the troll, still not satisfied, waddled toward his one remaining foot.

            “N-No! Please!” Travis pleaded as the troll drew nearer, drooling crimson sludge. Without warning, faster than the boy’s eye could follow, the troll lurched forward and snapped Travis’s big toe off in his jowls. At first, Travis was too frightened to scream; he had just lost his last big toe, and the four little toes that remained suddenly seemed woefully lonely on his only remaining foot.

            Grinning haughtily, the fat little troll took a moment to crunch the bone several times before he swallowed the severed toe. The initial shock having worn off, Travis began to scream again as the burning pain floated back to the surface of his consciousness. The boy’s tormentor hissed with glee at this, lapping at Travis’s four remaining toes with his coarse, gravel-like tongue. Travis wiggled his doomed toes in a vain attempt to avoid the troll’s tongue, weeping in silent humiliation at the way the little monster was enjoying his agony.

            The troll once again loomed over Travis’s toes, stopping for a moment to suck each of them as though judging their respective flavors. After nibbling slightly on each of Travis’s toes, the troll’s teeth clenched and Travis’s second toe came off clean in his mouth. Travis opened his mouth to scream, but then two more vicious snaps came from his mutilated foot and the boy’s middle two toes were no more than morsels in the troll’s gaping maw. As Travis shrieked at the top of his lungs, the troll drew his mouth away from the boy’s foot and beamed a toad-like grin as though admiring his own handiwork.

            “Stop! Please, s—stop doing this to me!” Travis wept, nearly wetting himself at the sight of his only foot with only a single toe attached to it. The troll replied by crunching the boy’s severed toes in his mouth, his eyes full of mirth at Travis’s useless begging. In a few moments’ time, after he had chewed the toes thoroughly and swallowed them, the troll descended on Travis’s foot and angrily bit off the boy’s pinkie toe. The loss of his last remaining toe was too much. Travis descended into hysterics, wailing in pain and despair. So complete was his temporary insanity that when Travis could form a coherent thought again (without bursting into tears), the boy found that his left foot was missing as well. The troll was busy crunching something much bigger than a toe in his mouth now, grinning smugly.

            Travis trembled in agony as the tiny creature’s mouth grew to twice the size it had been before. The little troll rolled Travis’s pants up to his thighs, revealing a pair of lightly tanned, and well-toned, if mostly hairless legs. With a squeal of glee, the Trollkin began to consume the boy’s legs, greedily devouring from his ankles to his knees with what could only be described as chewing off his legs. His entire nervous system in shock, Travis didn’t feel much as the monster wrapped its lips around the middle of his right thigh and gnawed hungrily at it until his leg was little more than a stump just below his groin. His left leg received the same treatment, but the boy could barely comprehend the scene in front of his eyes. Travis remained in that limbo until a raspy, grating voice snapped his mind back to reality.

            “If only that were the end,” the older troll from before limped into view, surrounded by some of the smaller creatures that had been eyeing his feet before. “But a pair of legs is only the penalty for trespassing. For what you did to our comrade, you must pay a far higher price.”

The one-handed troll that took the toes from his right foot appeared behind Travis with a look of pure glee in his eyes. The troll descended on him, loosening the ties on the boy’s pants. Soon, Travis’s pants were undone and the one-handed troll took great pleasure in fishing out the boy’s dick, revealing his soft, somewhat small penis for all to see. It didn’t take long for Travis to figure out what was to come next.

“Please! Not that! No—I’ll do anything! Don’t eat that, too! I’m begging you!” Travis cried, tears streaming down his soft cheeks. The troll ignored him and dipped his gnarled hand into a small jar held by one of the smaller grunts. When he withdrew his hand, it was covered in a thin layer of clear ooze that smelled faintly of pork grease. Travis whimpered as the troll fondled his naked cock, spreading the warm substance all over his penis. Almost at once, the bizarre salve evaporated into mist. The boy moaned as his dick began to get hard, very much against his will. No matter what Travis did, he couldn’t stop the slow swelling that promised both ecstasy and unimaginable torment.

The one-handed troll cackled with glee as the boy struggled vainly against his bonds, knowing full well that he could never escape with both of his legs amputated. Travis’s penis began to throb as the troll loomed over him menacingly, stopping on occasion to poke his aching cock with his finger, or tease it just short of orgasm.

After he had his fill of teasing, the troll stroked Travis’s penis just enough to allow the poor boy to cum. The troll laughed as Travis’s cock pumped a few spurts of cum into the air, landing just beyond the stumps of his thighs. Grinning widely, the one-handed troll grabbed Travis’s helpless testicles in his hand and began to squeeze them mercilessly. The boy’s screams could be heard even outside of the cave walls. The crushing torture of Travis’s balls continued for fifteen minutes, until the boy’s throat was too sore to scream anymore. Seeing this, the troll pulled a rusty old cleaver from the cobblestone walls and chopped Travis’s balls off with one blow. Devoid of the energy and ability to scream, the poor boy passed out.

Taking advantage of his unconsciousness, another, taller troll edged his way into the room next to his one-handed comrade. Taking the boy’s penis in one hand and a small knife in the other, the newcomer unceremoniously sawed Travis’s penis off at the base.

Travis awoke from his stupor a few hours later, groggy and vaguely unfamiliar with his surroundings. He opened his mouth to scream as he looked down to find his sexual organs hacked off and his legs missing, but no sound came out. Instead, only sobbing came from his lips. The one-handed troll entered the room again with the elder troll, carrying a surprisingly elegant-looking serving dish with them. The elder was holding the dish in front of the injured troll as they advanced, eyes gleaming with satisfaction at the contents of the plate. The one-handed troll wielded a small, delicate fork in his hand, probably from the same china set as the plate. The boy looked down at his empty crotch and then back at the plate—he knew at once what the trolls had done.

“Justice is served,” the elder troll rasped proudly, tipping the plate for Travis to see. On the plate, served with a side of lettuce, tomatoes, and a sweet roll, were the boy’s raw penis and testicles, still inside their scrotum. The one-handed troll took Travis’s penis, while the elder snatched up his balls.

Travis fainted again as the trolls began to eat.

The End

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