<strong>Amplus awaits his fate and considers his future in his cell</strong><br/><br/>Reassured that he had not offended Nakia pleased Amplus considerable. Once she was gone, he busied himself around the room before finally becoming so uncomfortable that he had to remove his loincloth. The knot that she had put it back on with proved to be quite tricky. It took him some time before he finally was able to loosen it enough for his cock to flop out and swing once again as free as a cobra would be once the basket lid had been removed. As the cloth fell to the sand, he considered how much he hated wearing clothes. What was more natural than being naked? He asked himself. Nothing leaped to mind. In fact nothing was what filled his head most of the time. Except when he had to perform his duties of course. Whether they are sexual or otherwise. When asked to perform, perform he would.<br/><br/>He signed as he walked to the bed. There was nothing much else he could do until summoned so he lay down and began to dose. He did not know how much sleep he would get but he would take the opportunity to do so as and when it became available to him. As he lay there, he considered the duties his master would have him perform whilst here.<br/><br/>Still unaware of Bastian’s fate, he begins to miss him deeply as being parted like this seems to upset him a great deal for this was the longest time he had been away from him since the day he was saved from the fire by the man he was to call Master.