The Lynchwold Chronicles
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Wednesday, March 24, 2010 The Lynchwold ChroniclesThe Lynchwold ChroniclesByJames R. AndrewsThe following story and drawings are copyight protected and may not be copied or reproduced without permission of the author.
Warwick Castle, EnglandMystory of sexual and emotional awakening....
Prologue
I awoke to the blaze of the three, differently colored suns. The smallest was a deep red color. The one middle in size, was whitish blue. The largest was bright yellow-orange. I looked to my right and saw lush pastures spreading out toward a deep green and purple forest. I was laying on a surface that comfortably conformed to the lines of my body in a semi-sitting position. A buzz of unfamiliar music sounded off somewhere above my head. The heavy aroma of blooming flowers permeated the air around me.
...A pleasurable tug coming from my crotch focused my hazy thoughts, sweeping away the groggy cobwebs of my outlandish, and dissipating dreams. I looked down, but all I could see was the top of the dark head of a kinky haired man. He was a very talented man, as I was sensing from the way he was engaging my cock, in its expansive entirety. His throat engulfed me completely, and his neck muscles warmly massaged my full length. I felt his ministrations all the way into my internal cock root, which expanded even further....A sudden movement in the area directly beneath my rib cage, made me realize I had some object buried deeply within my core that was awakening erotic, lustful desires inside me. I tried clenching my ass down around that penetration, but found, though it gave a little, it was firmly lodged. Whatever it was had spread my ass cheeks out and made the iris of my anal ring stretch to the skeletal limit. My constrictions caused this projection to broadly waft around inside my belly, moving the outer skin in rippling bulges detailing a bulkiness that was vast. My belly-button poked far upward, then moved in circles, following the motions beneath it. It crossed from left to right, up and down, then back again in a fantastic tantric waltz.
...The lips of my cock were wetly plied in circles, then the crowns ridges were traced with the same moist investigator. The flat of this thing rubbed back and forth across the skin of my dick head in a rapid, intense vibration. I moaned. That slick object dipped inside the opening to my pee hole, and pushed in a little way, then pulled back out again. This action was repeated, until the insertion had wormed half-way into the length of my shaft. The outer lips engulfing me pressed tightly around this probe, which in turn, pushed outward onto my benefactors juicy lips. Little starbursts flickered across my eyes with each new sensation.
...When I felt my balls try to draw up into my loins, something constrained their movement, and this constraint was tightly squeezing them, to my great enjoyment. Again, my tummy was tweaked greatly, but this did not stop me from feeling the constant push of the tendril lodged within my urethra, sending tiny sparks of electricity throughout my body. Then it reached the turn into my abdomen and plowed deeper into my tube.
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The more that sank into me, the wider the base became, causing my rod to grow even harder as the mouth to my bladder was pried widely. The forehead of my shank sucker, pushed down onto the skin above my pole, making close contact with the violator rummaging around in my trunk and forcing clearexplosions of ecstasy. My erotically perverseprovider stopped his movements, then slowly raised his head up so I could see his handsome face. His liquid black eyes had no pupils or whites. He was my soul mate. This is the story of how we met, and who I am. It may surprise you, after reading how pompous and arrogant I was in my youth.
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Chapter 1. The Life I Knew
The Beginning~
My devious, autocratic, patriarchal father was John Dudley, newly appointed 1st Earl of Warwick. He was the former 1st Viscount Lisle, and was in consideration for the Duchy of Northumberland. Actually, he was the 18th Earl, but the break in direct lineage made him the first in the new line. He basically ruled as the de facto King of England, since our Edward VI was only eleven years old, and my seignior was head of the Regency Council. Inanother fit of pique, he had egregiously determined that the choices for me to make would be simply inevitable. The way your errant young life has turned out, he spat, with one of his typical snarls, there are only two choices for you to pursue. At least, that was in accordance with his overly starched, hide-bound way of thinking.
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The pride (one of the seven deadly ones) surrounding our exalted family name was vastly important to him, and his type, which were greedy, self-centered, and driven by their megalomania. This was especially true concerning his desire for his new, highly-esteemed, Warwick title, since that wascriticalto his status, and meant much more than the mere happiness of his children, or my own well-being, in particular. I suppose that this was behavior de rigueur for any self-serving despot having such an elevated degree of vulgar, egotistical mendacity as he had.
...Accordingly, I was to immediately: 1) Set aside all my diabolical ways. Instead of being able to enjoy my life, he thought that I was required to properly follow in his dour distinguished example, inside the prominent wakes from all of the distinguished, ancestral Dudleys, de Somerys and Suttons, plus those touted Warwick generations past before us. Notably, those excessive wakes of these peer of the realm extended back many centuries, though the title of The Earl of Warwick was not created until the year 1088, with Henry Beaumont. So, following that strict line of his insufferable thinking, my necessary personal sacrifices would mean stepping into the current Earls presumably regal stead, in keeping with those hard and fast English rules of caste permanence.
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Under the fixed lines of primo genitor, my eldest brother, John, would necessarily be next up, first in the set path, to be the one wearing the highly regarded family mantle and titles, not me. However, none of my other siblings, Ambrose, nor Robert, nor even my younger brother, Guilford, were found by him to be nearly such troublesome twits as I had become, he judged. Henceforth, the Earls ruthless commands stand: there will no longer be anymore engaging by me in a wayward, dissolute life as some damned, degenerate Sodomite, or petit-maitre, as he more than often, not-so-lovingly called me. So much for our family blood being thickerthan mud.
...Usually, he labeled me with nasty epithets, or used even more of his derogatory eponyms, during one or another of those sound thrashings on me. He used that ever-present riding crop of his, after his frequent evenings imbibing far too much wine, or mead, amid his other arrogant, self-absorbed chums at the lofty Tudor court. Papa was just an overbearing, mean drunk, though he would swear that he held not one single drop of that soured Papist-Irish blood which usually led to such bestial behavior. Our besotted Master of the Warwick House, always thought I failed to notice that unseemly bulge in his tight breeches, or the enlarging wet spots, while he was foully administering his meted discipline on my bare, plump young rump. Mostly he was way too drunk to really ever notice much of anything, besides those animalistic instincts.
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What a damnably hypocritical poofter he verily was. If our beloved, truly sainted mother, Elizabeth Grey, the Baroness Lisle, a direct heir to the Warwick line from Richard Beauchamp, and the 13th Earl of Warwick, was still living, she would have, no doubt, protected me from all of his continuously vile, crass recriminations. After all, she was a genteel creature who allowed no lower-class behaviors in her lifetime. But, fathers infamously brutish damage had already been done to me, without any hope of a proper reprisal on my part. Not then, anyway
...For that other alternative he presented to me, he stated that: 2) I could follow the fine old tradition, well-established in our inter-related, titular families, of joining up with the other profligate, off-spring fops, who were just as incapable of procreating, as I apparently am (if this means my having any intimate relations with those females of our species). These clandestine swine (his term) were the others belonging to that alternative class of lowly Bougerites, which the clod said that I rightly belong amongst, qui perd, peche, meaning I belong with the other losers.That second, limiting qualification, meant that the old, pox-ridden, mein pater, would have to obligingly buy me a lofty position in Ye Grande Olde Church of England. I would be either a bishop, or get some other suitable role befitting my elevated ranking in World Society, as one of his former potential heirs to the upcoming Duchy, when I eventually completed my University training.
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Bollocks! I believed I could bugger both the choices. Neither one of those limiting routes he presented to me appealed much to me, though the latter one did have some of its more obviously enjoyable prospects inside cloisters, or so I had heard. But why would I have to be locked up by my supposed duties, behind those closed doors of respectability, simply because I liked my red-blooded meat instead of cold fish? I could not conceive of either of these two limited choices as being my manifest destiny. Still, where else was I going to turn to, instead of the ineluctable choices, which my current destinys controller pompously proposed for me, as being immutable?
...It was a damnable pity that Grand Knights Templar, former safe bastion of my ilk, were terminally disbanded by The Godless Italian Papacy (my fathers oft- chosen phrase), in an earlier century. The French kings tribute to the supposed Voice of God in Rome for the right to confiscate those Templars wealth must surely have been astronomical, though un-refunded, when those notoriously alleged fortunes mysteriously disappeared without a trace. The legendary tales abounded around my University, about those lustful Knights highly secretive, mystical induction ceremonies, the thoroughly lurid details of which have always left me hardened and throbbing. It was no small wonder my fantasy life was more fulfilling than reality. And, little doubt existed as to the meaning of the two knights riding tandem together, their legs locked astride a single horse, the image of which was placed prominently on their coat of arms. ...I still heard stories circulating about of the outlawed Brotherhoods continuation, despite all of the Papist claims to the contrary. Those illusive members carried on their operations using the front of the nefarious
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brick-layers guild, in which they used a pyramid, topped off with an ancients all-seeing eye, for their symbol, along with those other odd-lot tools the masonry tradesmen used. Unfortunately, I knew personally of no specific individuals who would publicly acknowledge their own current memberships within that selective underground fraternity, because their direct allegiances towards our British throne would, no doubt, precariously, be thought as somewhat duly compromised. But, with my youthfully rebellious way of thinking, at that time, it was one other viable alternative to those only two socially acceptable lifestyles meanly forecast by the old fart, who seemed regrettably in completely merciless domination of my pathetic, foreseeable future. That dark lords absolute control over everything that was important in my life, was as vexing as it was repugnant to me.
...Hence, since neither of my dear padres alternative prospects for my future appeared to be compatible to my own innate wants and desires, in my minds eye, my predictable fate was up for grabs. Interestingly, when I thought about it, this was somehow similar to that fate of the former, doomed Knights Templar, when the Godless Italian Papacy proclaimed for them those same types of insidiously limited choices. That pontification similarly resulted in massive annihilations of doomed Albigensians, when the Cathari capital in Languedoc, being Bouger, was totally destroyed some 300 years ago. Whence arose my sires favorite term, buggery, which was introduced by the erratic Henry VIII, (God rest that plagued soul of his) with those evil edicts that were originally directed at my kind...(as if all of his unholy, adulterous affairs were not enough).
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I recall that the nasty appellation of "buggery" was initiated universally, after the Vatican had decreed that the Cathari beliefs in neither marriages, nor any sacraments, had presumptively meant they must have all been engaging in rampant sodomy. That deceitful propaganda provided the nobility with specious grounds for the wholesale extermination, and coincidental usurpation of their lands by the French power structure favored by those rapscallions ruling in Rome. No wonder God had decreed His Perfect Judgment, and Avignon pretendersresultantly failed in their being the false seat of their duplicitous power. Those details were about all I could remember around that sad episode. So much deceit and intrigue surrounded our World, which was the term in use to describe the upper echelon of society, to which highest rung I was born to belong upon.
The First~
Whilst innumerable frolics, such as those malignantly assigned to the Bougers, were quite available to me at the University, the foolish lads who engaged in that childish play were simply too simperingly like the weaker gender I was steadfastly determined to avoid, proh pudor, or, for shame. None of the impudent kids at school were nearly so appealing to me, nor so able to satisfy my particular needs, as my former adolescent chum, Mark, who was the smart, handsome, tall, black, son of our very able African stableman, Haynes. Our wickedly youthful explorations, and our prepubescent sexual romping, bordered upon an innocent intimacy I had yet to come near to. His alarming manhood literally dwarfed those little things sprouting on the other silly boys that I had seen. We had frequent, warm encounters, when I snuck out of the castle to engage in naughty carousing with Mark. These happenedinside of the musty stables hayloft, beside the cool forest streams, within our peasants wheat fields, or wherever Mark could be slyly talked into it. The loss of these welcome interludes hadleft my poor heart with a restless, hollow ache, that since, never fully got healed.
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Of course, that was not the only hollowness that kept aching inside of me. Those unforgettable images of that last, intense liaison with my beloved Mark will all be forever burned into my memory. These recollections remain as clear as though they had occurred as recently as last week, though it has now been very long ago.
...Mark and I had gone out again to the forest puddle for a swim to cool down on that memorablehot summers afternoon. We lay together on the mossy bank to dry ourselves off in the warm sunlight, after a rousing, splashing sport in the cooling water. I must have drifted off a bit, because when I finally opened my eyes, Mark was sitting directly in front of me, watching me intently, while slowly moving one of his large hands up and down on his taut, obsidian log. His other hand gently rubbed over the moistening, puce-toned head where it lay, immensely, halfway down onto his thigh, fully revealed when his curtains of char-shaded foreskin were pulled backwards off of it. He smiled that crooked, get ready for whats coming, smile that he always got. I always looked greatlyforward to the inventive outcome of those lusty looks. He crawled forward to me then, taking both of my warm hands in his powerful grip, and using the rope-belt from his discarded breeches, he firmly tied both of my hands together. Pulling them up over my head, he wrapped the other ends of the rope around a thick sapling that arose out of the soft soils of that streams bank.
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While these bindings did not really hurt me, I knew that I would never be able to break free from knots he had tied. I was relegated to lying there prone, looking lustfully at his prodigious, black weapon, gleaming formidably in the humid heat of the late afternoon sun, as it bobbed and swung around, spell-bindingly, from his activity. Then, I scanned back up his lithesome physique, again, to observe the grave look on his darkly beautiful, but determined face. I often dreamt of these times and his inventiveness, as much as his unique, thick, heavily-veined physicality that had already begun with its stringy driveling out of his sticky issuance of opalescent male fluids. These hung in spidery strands from the bulbous head and open mouth of his weapon.
...Around us, thehazy moistnessmade the forest shimmer in a blurry sea of deep green, but all I could focus on then, were his deep, black eyes as they carnally stared down, unwaveringly into mine. Slowly, he ran his roughened hands over my fuzz-sprouting chest, pinching my hardening nipple protrusions, as his long fingers moved teasingly over them. Quickly, my cock sprung straight up toward my chin, while myyoung balls slipped down in between my spread legs, to rest on the cool, mossy bank beneath us. As the result of my uprising anticipation, long, dangling threads of my own slimy pre-cum began dripping out of the swollen lobe of my dick, forming thin, silvery,silken threads, reaching from my cock-helmet to my ridged stomach, pooling in my cupping belly-button. I wanted badly to reach out and stroke the hard throbbing outgrowth sprouting from Marks groin, thick as my wrist, ending in an engorged summit the size of a large scone. But all I could do at that point was to wait and find out what wonderful depravities would happen next to me. Luckily, I did not have to wait too long.
...His enormous crotch rocks were smoothly bare, and they were low-hanging heavily between his lanky legs, suspended in their wrinkled bag, beneath that steel-hard monstrosity. From so much work done inside our stables, Marks wide pectorals were already well-developed, with large, rounded nipples that were a shade or two darker than his jet-toned skin. Succulent peaks formed outward as cones in their ripeness, whereas mine were, as yet, just small knobs of extreme sensitivity, linked directly to my aching cock.Unlike me, he
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wascompletely hairless, but for those black swirls of tight curls at the broad base of his swaying monument, and there were also moist fragrant tufts waiting for me to inhale under each arm. Squatting upon my thighs, long feet tucked beneath histight, roundass muscles, he wrapped meaty fingers around his thickened piece and proceeded to wank off slowly while I watched, mesmerized. He let his well-padded hand slide gently up the prominently veined shaft, and then squeezed on his swollen crown, making a gooey sucking sound, then caressingly traveled back downward, toward his dangling gonads. More of his ooze trickled out from the tube, the size of my middle finger, whose opening winked and called out for me to worship.
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While he milked his bloated trunk, even more of his juices, always abundant, kept dribbling from those pooched lips of that mighty mass of his penis cap. He swiped away some of the percolation using his fingers, and worked this slickness onto the satiny flesh of his engorged turret, making the tremendous length flash wetly in the shadow-speckled sun light, as it sent lazy rays through the overhanging, leafy branches of my anchoring tree. Nearby sounds of the chirping birds and buzzing insects around us droned a tattoo of the exquisite music of desire. Just looking up at that hunky specimen of the paragon of sexual appeal, launched a craving in my interiors that made me literally vibrate internally with my impatient, desire-heavy expectations for him. Shivering heat came from the spells he was casting over me, and I was completely bewitched by his thrilling, single-focused ardor. My fully inflated cock twitched up and down with my pumping heart.
...Mark wasthoroughly enjoying my reactions, and how worked up this was getting me, as always. Watching that sexy, young African stroking his magnificent meatiness was turning me into a needy demon. The fact that I could not touch him, made me even hungrier for his contact. I was engrossed by the sight of his gripping hand, as it pulled the folds of pitch-hued skin, up and down on his delectable driver, thinking about how grand it was going to feel, once I again had this impaling endowment plunged deeply inside of me, hitting those places that lay waiting for his especially talented manipulations. My own hardness was begging to be caressed also, but the knots that held my bound wrists only got tighter the more I pulled against them. This served me right for placing myself into the expert hands of a horseman, who knew the ropes. During the time that Mark pumped on his steely beam with his one hand, the other worked on his luxurious, peaked teats, rubbing the pointy nubbins between his coarsened fingers, and tugging upon them, until they stood out hard, as large, suckable cones of pure eroticism. My tongue ached for their velvety touch again, and my butt hole was kissing at the air, like a fish out of water, gasping for life.
...Soon, smiling wickedly at me, he spread out his long legs, even more, leaned backwards, and placed his enormous feet on either side of my captured thighs. Hefting his pendulous bull-balls in one hand, pulling them upward, holding them upalongside his shaft, like two round flower buds, against the engorged, dusky bloom. Those glorious, dun butt cheeks were spread, giving me a tasty glimpse of the tight, puckered rose, winking out at me from their center. Squeezing some more of his sappy man-jizz from his coal-black stalk, Mark wet one long finger and ran it back under his captured scrotum, aiming the tip downward toward his private opening, now sweaty and shiny from the heat, both of the air, and that steaming furnace raging inside of him. Still jacking upon his voluminous column and balls, he slipped the moist, brew-slickened finger in between puckered, wrinkly lips of that tight,brown cherry, gradually circling the wet pad of it around, as he fully
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As I watched Mark prodding himself in wanton sexiness, my nuts almost blew out their own heavy loads, despite the fact that they were as yet untouched. His meaty finger slid slowly in and out of the dank cave entrance, matching this with the identical cadence set by the rhythm of his pumping fist, as it slowly traveled over the network of blood vessels bulging from under the silken, glistening skin of his gargantuan cock. My mouth began to water from the sight of him diddling himself in this supremely erotic way. He pushed his narrow hips up, until his whole, long digit was fully buried all the way inside of his steamy chute, to the last fingering knuckle, visibly locked distantly within the clasping confines of his glorious, milking aperture. Oh how I longed to replace that prod with my tongue to taste his manly essence.
...The shadows of the leafy boughs overhead created patterns of mystical scenes lacing over Marks heavenly body, in parades of dark, silhouetted fairy armies, flickering with their reflective lights, as if I were watching him shimmering from some deep, underwater realm. While he fingered himself faster, pushing his finger deeper and deeper between his legs, I could feel the heat rising from his skin, heavy with odors both primeval and earthy, giving me a heady rush of exotic rapture. But, every time that I moved, so that he was touching me more sensuously, like the seas of King Tantalus, he would move just out of range. He stretched his fleshy balls sac out further, rolling those hefty baby-makers around in his cupping palm, slapping his granite-hard pinnacle flat against his slick skin, high up by his sternum, while he continued to pleasurably work around inside ofhis rectum. The sight of this handsome stud diddling his own manhole was almost more than I could take.
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Finally, when I thought I could not stand another minute of this erotic stroking agony, and I was about to shamelessly beg him to untie me, he stood up and turned around. Squatting his tall frame over my upturned face, he spread those sweet-musky smelling cheeks apart, still covered in droplets of either pond water that had rinsed him clean, or his tasty sweat. Mark lowered himself onto me. I raptly watched as his heavenly rear came closer to me. I wanted desperately to bury my aching tongue deeply in between those ripe mounds of his black muscles. To me, he was the absolute epitome of the ancient Greek virility god, Priapus, there and then reincarnated for my personal worship. I gladlywould dojust so, before my ebony gods Pantheon had a chance to call him back.
...But instead of letting my tongue delve into that succulent notch of his, Mark stopped up short, right before the smooth curves of his tight butt reached my salivating mouth. Pulling against that restraining tree, I leaned forward as far as possible, running the very tip of my wettened tongue over the warm skin of Marks fine ass, feeling in the crease, and tasting his salty sweat. I traced over the outline of his muscular cheeks and licked downwards, as far as I could, on his muscled legs, forcing my own nose into the very source of his masculine fragrance. I wanted more than anything to stick my taster into his inviolable crack, feeding on what wonder was waiting there for me. Mark pushed back a little more, about enough for my nose to fully fit in between those twin humps. I was rewarded with the richest scent of his musk, so strong it clung odiferously onto my face where I pressed against him.
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Eagerly, I snaked my long tongue into his steamy, spreading orifice, working into it as deeply as I could go. He let the splayed sides of his bums spread out against my invader, as I slid it up, across, and down against the sides of his tender pore, licking his alleyway clean. Suddenly, the silken tissues pushed back down and out onto me, and I tasted him exuding his primitive sediments from within his most hidden interiors. My 6questing probe dove anxiously into the crinkly opening of his channel, sampling those flavorful remains of the pre-cum that he had fingered into it only moments earlier. My lips locked onto his ass and vacuumed them into my mouth around my delving tongue causing Mark to groan noisily in his growing neediness. I was totally enraptured by the heavenly vision of that raven-toned angel, my beloved Mark's ass giving itself up to me with his total abandon.
...My hungry lips sucked harder on his nearly hairless brown eye, and I could feel as his gargantuan slab started throwing off animalistic heat and more droplets of his slimy lubricant against my lower torso. He quickened the pace of his own pumping ministrations. He occasionally slapped his basaltic slab against my own turgidity, and then he resumed his up and down motions with increasing rapidity. The deeper my tongue dug far into his recesses, the harder he pounded on his meat. His large balls freely swung steadily under him, occasionally slamming against my chin, as I nuzzled against that mucosal flesh pushing outward from his steamy pit onto my kisser. Within a few short moments, Mark began that intimately familiar Siren song, moaning audibly, and then forcing his innermost membranes outward on me, inviting my tongue into the furthest realms of his saliva-packed rear tunnel. When he let out with the constanthowl of pure pleasure, and I felt his body stiffen, I knew it was the beginning of his runaway climax. I was soon feeling the long, hot strings of his seeding shots landing in wave after wave of scalding splatters all over my flexing thighs, shins and feet,while he quivered and shook with this major release of his vibrant energies. Seemingly endless gouts jetted outward and onto my legs and feet.
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After those venting shudders settled back down, he raised himself up, and turned around again, gripping his hardness tightly, coaxing still more of his tastiest curds up and out onto my protruding, waiting tongue, dripping down on it like honey from a spoon. The prominent vein on the top of his cannon wasnow bigger than mymiddle finger, and when it throbbed once more, another pearlish gobbet of his liquefied essence appeared, and it slowly strung out, landing in my open mouth. He scooped up the remains of his jelly from off of my leg skin and worked this between my lips, like he had done a while earlier, when he was plumbing and lubricating within his ripe bunghole. I sucked off that coating of goop from his fingers, giddy about how tasty and sweet this offering was. His stunning massiveness stayed hard, showing that enviable vigor only youthful virility can accomplish. I relished all of Marks fabulous abilities, and I recognized how blessed I was, that Mark deigned to share with me all of these abundant, natural skills with the likes of that hopelessly adoring wreck which I had become....
Mark inched himself forward, his enlarging shooter pointing at my chest, those huge testes hanging far below, like over-ripened fruit about to fall from a tree. I loved the fragrances rising richly from his loins, as he continued to palm the surrounding, sable-skinned folds of flesh, steadily, up and down upon his still aroused pole. Leaning forward, he allowed that overly fattened crown to brush up against my pouty lips. This purple-brown endowment was scalding, and was still slippery from the recent loads that he had just spewed forth. I opened up my hungry mouth as widely as I possibly could, which was a real effort. This enlarging was an ability I had now accomplished over our many times together, and with much enjoyable practice. My oral closures stretched outwards, obscenely, to fit the whole thing in, unable to manage, though, more than just his fat, choking crown, a major feat in and of itself. I could barely retain the ability to breathe out through my nose. Marks stiff, swollen, pissing tube which ran under his mammoth behemoth, and onward into his nether region pulsed wildly across and against my tongue.
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He forced more and more of that rock-hard flesh down into my gullet, coating the long shaft of it with the heady mixture of his sweat, and the coursing streams of his drooling seminal discharges. Mark bent up over me, like some fallen Seraphim praying for release. With my hands still bound up so tightly above my head, Marks perspiration was running in torrents down the bulges of his biceps, and it also freely fell from within his open armpits onto me. His abundantly wide, fulsome lips were set rigidly in a puckered, thickened line, as he forcefully pummeled the insistent python into my face. His steamy, upper bodys scalding flesh brushed teasingly against my pinioned arms, leaving me electrified with the tingling discharges of his erotic energy.
...I felt the tightly clenched muscles of his dark mahogany-stained body as they tensed and relaxed beneath their thin, satiny skin coverings. When his belabored breathing had finally slowed down to a soft inhale and exhale, growling low in this throat, he ground his crotch rotationally against my widely encasing jaws. Mark continued with these gradual, circular motions, letting me taste all theexcretions from his scrumptious beast, and then he pulled it out of me. I had to be extremely cautious not to let my sharp young teeth scrape along his tender, hard bits. After allowing his sumptuous balls to hang down in front of me, long enough for me to suck juicily on each one, he then pulled them away. It seemed to me as if he was going to blast out another of the volleys of his sweet cream all over my face, but my exotic lover had other plans.
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He backed up and off of me,then reaching down, pulled both of my sprawled legs upwards, so that I was forced steadily downward on the mossy embankments cushion, bearing all of his weight and mine. He held both of my bare feet firmly clasped flush against his broad chest muscles, with each flinty, pointy nipple poking against my flexing toes. He next grasped my ankles in his big fists, closing his long fingers around them, tightly. This was nearly the first time, on that lovely afternoon, in which he had really touched me, after we had napped. I keenly felt a familiar sharpening ache begin awakening and spreading out in my groin, while my hardness and hunger for him grew to be nearly painful for me. I simply wanted him, all of him, inside of me, immediately, and desperately. This glorious waiting game of his was almost cruelly tortuous.
...While he still did not touch my standing erection, Mark took one hand from an ankle and ran the roughpalm over my chest, wiping up the commingling of his perspiration and mine. Then he reached for my ass and slid his sweat-slickened fingers up and down in my anxious crevasse, spreading my globes and stroking the ticklish inner sides. He deftly found my gaping pucker and pressed in a wet, blunt fingertip against it. From so much time spent together with his outlandish rammer, my quaking portal blossomed open rather easily, and I indulgently felt his sweat-slickened, thick finger enter in me. He wriggled this prod around, re-acquainting himself within my dank, clasping confines, moving in and out, goading my inflamed nerve endings with his excruciating pleasure. I milked his probingfinger indicating my need for more and more of him. He pressed against my swelling nodule of male juice, forcing a long issuance of my scum out onto my gut.
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Removingthe inserting finger andhis other hand from my ankle and putting these callused hands underneath my rump cheeks, he lifted me up, so that I was even with his solid, thin waist. The rippling muscles of his hard tummy made a pronounced "V" as they aimed toward his collosal pillar. My legs slipped easily over his wide shoulders, and he locked his arms around my thighs, pinning me against his body. My head pushed against the sapling to which I remained still tightly tethered. Marks giant member first brushed tentatively against my
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roiling, yearning opening, increasing pressure against those reticent muscles. As often as we had played this way, it was nevertheless a fairly arduous task for me to mentally and physically relax enough to allow the tremendous girth of his unnatural weapon to breach my incendiary sinkhole, at first. He pulled back on the long, covering foreskin to increase the sensations against his sensitive cock head. Lucky for me, Mark was always a heavy pre-cum drooler, so his smearing a lot of that flooding sauce around my hungry hole and made the forced entry of that colossal column a little bit easier for me. But, just a bit, however. It still was an Olympian effort for me, albeit a rewarding one.
...I closed my eyes to concentrate and recalled the first time Mark and I met at some woodsmans abandoned shack in the forest preserve for our initial adolescent tryst resulting in a release of our goop. We both had beeninseparable companions as children, getting constantly into trouble with our elders in our wayward exploits. Once we started comparing ourselves in our naked swimming adventures, we began to get odd feelings, centering in the groin area. We surreptitiously played with our sprouting organs, but eventually realized there was more to enjoy when insertions happened into our warm, wetopenings. That eventful day, as I sat facing him on the milkmaids wobbily stool, he slowly lowered his bulging trousers down, again revealing inches after astounding inches of his engorging, hooded warrior. My eyes popped and my jaw dropped once more, when I eventually found to be exposed what more rightly was suited for a plow horse. Marks unbelievable enormity took me some getting used to, pleasurable though the outcome turned out to be. And, it was no different there in the woods by our watering hole. By gradations, I felt my restraining sphincter giving up its guarding duty, until there was a noticeable snap of outstretched tissues, signaling the full, breaching entry of his flared helmet past my beleaguered gate. My body was immediately flooded with a type of satiation hard to put into words, but glorious, to say the least.
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He graciously lingered just inside of me some moments after the obese crown had fully penetrated my consuming hole, letting me adjust to that stupendous volume of it. I inhaled using heaving breaths in my attempts to relax. After I stopped squirming and involuntarily clenching, he began that inevitable inching in, backing out, and further in, while occasionally spreading my legs out widely, so he couldspit on additional saliva for lubricant. He dearly loved that view of his black log impaling my ultra-white envelopment, as did I. After many long minutes of these rocking motions, I felt at long last, when his big bull balls slapping up against my ravaged butt. He stayed in there not moving, letting me feel his bathing heat spread inside my guts, his log reaching in far enough to bulge out my tummy in its strictures.
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His fat dragons tail pumped blood steadily, entrenched so far inside of my intestines, it seemed like another heart was beating beneath my sternum. The lumpy, protruding outline of his stampeding insertion was clear, sliding in a robust, importuning bundle, located just below my ribs. Whenever he would entreatingly twitch that stashed limb, filling it up with more, blossoming ichor, my confining stomach skin visibly moved along with it, turning me on and out in more ways than were describable, or even everimaginable.
...Then, he began to saw me in two with this impacting tool. At the beginning, he moved in imperceptibly, pulling all the way out, prolapsing my battered ass-lining in a clinging hug, until just the glorious fist of his meat was inside my rectum, and then he slid it unceasingly back in. As Mark pumped back fully into my stomach, his black, pupil-less eyes never left mine, never moving away from me. I stared enthralled while he first filled me to the brim, then emptied back out of me with the battering piston. I grasped upon it each time he as withdrew, gasping greatly whenever he rammed it back into me, as a force of nature. He deliberatingly sped up his assault with his initial, long-slung thrusts becoming increasingly more violent, more penetrating and quicker, pulling my ass flat against his tight belly with each explosive stab. My wrists were aching where their ropes dug into them, but I only wanted more of this blessed creation to be crammed deeper up inside of me. The greater pressure against my inner cum-packet, the more I was building steadily toan all outcrescendo.
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I knew I was on the verge of another profoundly earth-moving event, like it always seemed to happen whenever I was with this most masculine man. Mark sensed when I was close to popping my cork, and as the blood pounded loudly in my ears, he pounded into my innards harder and ever harder, hammering that swollen plow deeper with each plunging lunge. In my absolute hunger for him, I sucked eagerly upon his flanged entrencher using my fastening ring of ass muscles, swallowing wholly into me every marvelous measure of meat that he fed inside of me. My mangled intestines felt like some dwarf, holding an apple within his hand, was punching his whole arm into and out of me, stirring and contacting against every internal membrane of my intestines.
...I sensed the broiling in my guts come to a head, the liquid fusillade rocketing up the barrel of my cannon. I tore my eyes away from Marks and watched as the first copious streams of spunk shot out from my pulsing manhood, covering my heaving chest. Then, another of even greater magnitude gushed out of me with more forcefulness, landing past my forehead and onto the small tree trunk. Mark continued to drill deeply in and out of my snare, my packed ass muscle involuntarily spasming around him, clamping down on his rampaging stallion cock, which trapped more blood inside of its swollen distension, as I shuddered with load after thick load erupting, this time hitting over my face, neck and beyond. It ran in wet trails over my sides onto the damp moss. As I licked the packets of gruel from my lips, I sensed Mark swell to even impossibly greater dimensions against the walls of my tunnel, until I feared I might burst. Then, with the long shout of his mindless release, he fell against me and literally blasted against my furthest depths with hot liquids, his volcanic explosions filling me again and again with the powerful waves of viscous heat. He emptied out those seemingly endless flows of man-seed, to the point I even overflowed with his buckets of youthful spooge.
...This second, towering, gut-drenching orgasm of his subsided. My hotly shivering Mark brought himself back down to reality slowly, lowering my rump gently down onto the squashed, mossy carpet. I was covered all over with my own runny magma, his sweat, plus spit. My slackened ass opening still burned untempered around his huge, plugging parapet. He reached up and untied the knot which held my hands bound to the tree behind my head. There was a dullish pain in my arms, and I first rubbed my wrists to encourage blood to start flowing again, but that did not stop me from immediately enfolding Mark afterward in a bear hug of emotion and gratified satiation. This time was, by far, the most sensuously rewarding and raucously unforgettable lovemaking we had ever made together. I lay willingly crushed under his gangly frame, in his strong, embracing arms, in completed blissfulness, smelling his sweaty pungency and tasting his sexy lips. I was filled, totally, and unforgettably.
...That was when his father, Haynes, stepped out of the forest shadows and stopped, aghast at what appeared before him: his sons enormous, obsidian log, still lodged to the curlies inside of my upturned bum. I quickly let my partner know what was happening. His distraught, shocked parent never said a single word out loud, while Mark, frightened to the core upon seeing our witness, his eyes wide in terror, quickly pulled his meaty connector, which was still largely inflamed, out from my locking muscles. This removal made an audible,
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embarrassing plop, with the resulting vacancy allowing an outward gushing of his recent deposits. He quickly got himself dressed, and then followed, as his furious dad led the way into the darkness of the trees. I lay there, stunned, confused, worried, and still oozing with Marks gooey fluids driveling from out of my lax, well-excavated pit. Without too much thought beyond my stunned apprehension, I absently ran my fingers through this warm emulsion coming from within a roseate softness of my pulsating opening and brought it forward to my tongue, tasting the unique saltiness that was purely Mark, and partially me.
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I would never have dreamed that this was the last time I would get to taste that heady elixir from my sweet, erstwhile lover. I do not know what I would have done then, had I actually known how impermanent and fragile our life together was. I learned much later on, that time is linear, and a returning to the past is rarely permitted by the three Celtic Wyrd Sisters, the Greek Fates, the Latin Moira, or the Nordic Norns. Our paths are set in stone it seemed.
...Thereafter, he and I were never allowed to be alone again over the next several weeks. Mark was never left unsupervised. Even I, despite my self-absorbed, solipsistic ineptitude, could understand how the very life-threatening calamity my close, unholy involvement with his horse-hung son would present a danger to Haynes fearful familys continued livelihood, their being totally dependant upon our autocratic, unforgiving master. Innocent Mark later informed me, surreptitiously one afternoon, how he had received the thrashing of his young life for that awful discovery on that special afternoon, by his disgusted father, who never spoke to me directly, again, much less looked me in the eyes. I do not think anyone within the main Warwick Castle was allowed to be the wiser, thankfully. I wisely never told anyone in my family of this episode.
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The entire Haynes family was abruptly moved far away, surprisingly soon, subsequent to our blasphemous discovery. They were taken to the distant, baronial estates of those haughty Featherstonehaugh upstarts, which was somewhere off in far Nottingshire, to the Earls confused dismay. Haynes was the best horse trainer available. Worse, I was never again to be permitted to luxuriate in our glorious lovemaking gambits ever again. I stayed forlornly bereft from that irreplaceable loss, and I morosely remained in mourning for the loss of Mark, for the next several painful, emotionally isolated teenage years.
...I sorely missed that innocence and unparalleled closeness to another human that we both had shared. I was even denied the ability to bid a fond farewell to my dear mate, since this happened while I was away visiting with a sickly aunt over in the Cotswolds. Had Mark been taught letters, I might have been able to sneak a missive to him, but fortune dealt us otherwise. If only I could have, I think I probably would have gladly given up all my lofty, touted privileges of the Manor born, to simply be on a distant deserted isle somewhere, just to return back to the irreplaceable and glory-filled naiveté that dear Mark and I once had shared together. I still wondered, even after all that had come to pass, if there could have been any possible way to enable the resumption of the natural course for our former love for each other.
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But, such a fate was not to be. The World that we occupied was forever a cruel and unforgiving place for those people of my sort. I sometimes worried, on those cold, dreary, lonely nights stuck away at the University, that he had already found himself a replacement for me, though that was hard to imagine. It was even harder for me when I contemplated him being forever isolated from the kind of deep feeling we shared. I missed him most greatly for the next two years thereafter, and I wondered what his new life was like, in his11
new, distant home. I had made a pact with myself, that as soon as I was able to break myself free from the yoke of my dependence on the Earl, I would seek my Mark out again, and we would make our way, and fortunes, as a taboo and secretive couple, just like the Templars. His continuously amazing abilities to satisfy my heightening cravings, both emotionally and physically, were instead, I thought, forever to be completely irreplaceable for me. But, emotional healing is an eventual thing, though unsuspected by a rambunctious youth like I was. Even now, in my cold recall, a heavy sigh escapes from my chest and heart.
...I do not dislike that other, fairer gender. My dearest childhood friend and cousin, Sally Ann, Lady Stratton, knew every one of my darkest, evil secrets, and was a true, dedicated confidant of mine. She was my one saving grace during the years I was obliged to remain under the same loveless roof with my loathsome procreator. Sally Ann steadfastly, kindly corresponded often with that poor, morose me, during the imprisoning, boarding school time. But my actual cavortings and sexual rompings could never get reduced into missives for my responses, since numerous prying eyes abounded between the posting by me and the reading with her eyes.
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Hence, I was destined to wander about, all on my own, without witnesses, whenever I could sneak away from the foolish popinjay proctors. I went down to those rotting docks and salacious locales of ill repute at the Thames wharves seething with the manly traversers of the seas, the oceanic proletaire. There, I could inevitably entrap those masculine men of my desires, often in quick oral satiation, or somewhat more rarely, with a tryst at various seedy venues, where the annoying bed-bugs bites were a lot more common than clean sheets. The wonderfully variant sizes and tastes of the hunky, horned-goat men plying the perilous routes to the New World and beyond, made the positives I found more than worth that negative price of a few insidious insect feedings.
...I even learned to mimic the colloquialisms of those brawny sailors, so that I would not be put-upon as just some additional, slumming member of the elite ruling class, which I, sort of, was. Once I was dressed down, with the apparel stowed at sundry safe locations, I rather imagined I could be simply another badaud, or bystander. Even so, I still would leave tuppence or more, in the tradition of Maundy Thursday, for a fine job, well done, on my voraciously vacant hole left exceedingly overlarge by my, distant Marks memorable exaltations. Saints be damned, I often even left more lucre when my buttocks sang after an evening of masterful attentiveness by the truly auspicious, swarthy, romping sea mates. Usually this came from ministrations of those deeper-hued fellows of Mediterranean, or African persuasions. Their greater athleticism and prowess, in the befouled bedchambers, were always unparalleled, in my growing, extensive experience, which I later realized was just a sad attempt at replacing the irreplaceable. I am referring to the lack of love at the castle, as well as the lack of any sexual intimacy, once Mark was removed.
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These gents were all usually blessed with a size and breadth of that more familiar weapon wielded by Mark, or sometimes even a bit bulkier. Yet none, however hard I sought it out, could approach those fond memories of my dear, lost Mark and his voluptuous techniques with that prodigious, ever loaded for firing, cannon, used so finely, and erupting so frequently, 12in our mutually amorous battles, where we both won. At the time, I could not understand why such a wealth of feelings had been disallowed by the Ones in Charge. But I recalled, in John 16:12, I have many things to say unto you, but ye cannot bear them now.
The Dalliance ~
Truly, I misgauged the sanctimonious Earls elevated level of deviousness and treacherous plottings, cursed old bugger that he had been to me. Only on surprising later revelations, made by the ships crew from my future, did I come to realize that this conclusion was an erroneous misjudgment by me. And, at a much later time, I found out we both had more similar interests we actually shared, unbeknownst to me. I daresay, despite the preliminary ignorance upon my part, I did make the best of that apparently untenable situation. But, I digress too much. As it happened, the dastardly deed occurred on a warmly pleasant, late spring night of my raunchy, ribald activities. The start of all that came to pass was located in a seedy dive in a tawdry section of the worst of Londons bustling waterfront.
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To begin with, my ass was being quite prodigiously and repeatedly speared thanks to a very adept, friendly, African seamans enormous member, which had been pummeling into my hungry, hindmost choker for some period of time. He preferred holding off on those pending dam bursts containing his abundant man-seed, in order to enhance our eventually cataclysmic releases. He and I both always enjoyed ourselves during these oft chance meetings of ours extending across the period of some several delightful months, or whenever his traveling vessel of trade was in port, and whenever I could escape out from under my observant, but dullard proctors at the University.
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The constant escapes did not take a noted scholar to accomplish, since my surly presence there was not all that much enjoyed by my fellow attendees, and if my absence ever was noted, that was probably welcome. My increasingly negative attitudes also might have had something to do with this. I had prepared mentally and was ready for a change, even if I was not entirely, consciously aware of it.
...His huge, ramming root was coal-black, almost blue, shaped like a peeled tuber: thick and fleshy, covered all over in ropey, pulsating veins snaking around the prominent pillar. His immense, spongy, cock-head, flared out like some darkly enchanted toadstool, when those abundant folds of soft, satiny skin slipped backwards across its broad, shiny surface. The tips puffy piss slit was deeply pronounced, with the small, round, black eye in it remaining constantly open, and always overflowing with the salty tides of his excitement. This was ever inviting repeated explorations with my tongue, just to re-discover what the incessant trickle of his bewitching fluids tasted like. Indeed, I craved his flavor. His great size was simply a satanic organ with whom no decent peer of the realm would ever dream of having any bedeviled sexual dealings. I could easily see spending the remainder of my profligate life with that magnificence cramming into one of my wet, welcoming orifices.
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He steadily plowed into my loosening crack with that dynamic donkey dick, thrusting fully inward and churning his hips around, forcing that meaty devil to ply my innards with sensually stirring circles, as would the mythical cooks ladle swirling in the Wyrd Sisters boiling broth. My lily-white, hairless ass skin was being sanded raw by his thick patch of kinky pubic hairs. I groaned from the physical strains of joyously accepting that colliding cleaver into the most distant reaches of my pliant chambers. His reservoirs of savory, milky fluids seemed to be 13boundless, since he pumped in load after load of that copious ejaculate within my gripping flesh sheath, over the course of that entire evening of our consummating carnalities. His intoxicating, engulfing body aroma grew in direct proportion to the amount of his liquids which poured forth out of him, into and onto me.
...He continued to tirelessly ram into me, mercilessly, until my legs began to ache from their overly spread-out position. His heavy, slamming, low hung balls, were wrapped inside of a silkily wrinkled, dusky pouch, and these slapped resoundingly against my firm ass cheeks with each thrust, until reaching that culminating point whence they would draw up firmly, in preparation for another volley of fiery, molten shots of his Yorubas baby juice. After each of these innumerable, blasting releases, he would hold very still, for a minute or two, never losing his pulsating turgidity, while kissing, sucking or biting whatever flesh of mine was nearest his sexy lips, from my ears down to my sweaty armpits.
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While recharging his awaiting, buried weapon, he would often turn my head sideways, and erotically stick that surprisingly long, pink tongue down the back of my open throat, raw from several muffled screams I had made, behind his covering palm. This rawness was a result from the several apoplectic capitulations he had caused me to have when that blossoming helmet rammed my squirt bag into another automatic, hands-free release. He then would resume, slowly inching it out, and stuffing it back into my ravaged rectum, building back up his impaction incrementally over several long minutes, until reaching another one of those energetically excessive, butt-pounding finales. These elating activities would happen against the walls, on the floor, sitting in a chair held up by both of his strong arms under my stretched ass, or in whatever other resourceful positions our mutual imaginations could contrive. This was the main reason that we had always sought each other out in the same pub or locale, when I was available, or whenever he sailed back into Londons wharves, and left the secret sign.
...After the most recent of these sweaty, tumultuous, roaring releases, he had laid his black, hard body, quakingly on top of me, catching his breath, this particular time with my body pinioned spread-eagled over a sturdy, small, room table, face down. By that time, I had lost count of the numbers my own la petite mort, though there must have been quite a few, since floor beneath us was covered in a big, expanding puddle of our abundant, mixed ejaculations. I could feel his captive beast noticeably throbbing his heartbeat against my punished pucker, which muscles I incessantly squeezed, and then released, to enhance the feeling of our total connectivity. He audibly moaned responsively in reply to each of those tightening manipulations of mine. I felt the predictable hardening of his so recently spent sperm shooter, as it pressed through me against the rough wood of the supporting table.
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His unquenchable sizzler was lengthening again, upward into my moistly clasping envelop, preparing my trigger point for another round of his remarkably deep gut punching that I relished so much. I recall that breathless anticipation I endlessly felt for this next series of inoculations, planning to ask him next time, to release in my insatiable bowels, more than just his seminal fluid, but also of his bladder waters within my all-consuming receptacle, an expanding, cascading treat that Mark and I had often enjoyed. This confluence of more fluid infusions could hardly cause noticeable, inappropriate, additional sediment upon that already crusty, filthy floor.14
The Abduction ~
To my shock and chagrin, the bolted door to our grungy love nest suddenly crashed in and four rugged, unkempt goons barged quickly into the small room. A hard, wooden sap was abruptly applied, with a loud crack, to my skilled partners poor brain pan, causing him to collapse with his full weight onto my back, his big, beefy, tubular steak still encased in my sprung snare, into its wide, fleshy base. A nasty, smelly rag was immediately stuffed into my aghast mouth by one of the four cowardly bastards in the band of brigands holding me down, despite my futile struggles, as I opened it to call for help. My insensate, embedded partner was roughly yanked off and outwards from in my frightened, clamping hole, now constricted tightly in fear. The still enveloped, huge, black tentacle of my large copulator, uncorked from my reactive grip with the accompanying squelching sound of a wet stopper popped from a wine jug. He fell, a bashed bag of useless bones, to that hard wood floor, still hugely, semi-erect, and still dripping with our combined juices. ...Thence, after the foul-smelling rag had been bound deeper into my mouth, gagging me, a filthy bag was thrown over my stupefied head, as my arms and legs were painfully trussed up tightly, and I was tied onto a short timber, hanging like a hart with a sharp arrow through its pitiful heart. I was thusly carried, still fighting, yet carelessly, unceremoniously disrobed, out of that vile rooms destroyed door. My trough was openly dripping with the residual ribbons of my last partners most recent torrential deposits of creamy bollock batter, from my unwillingly freed chambers. I was naught to see the rock-hard body of this marvelous African of the Tchokle peoples from the Yoruban Kingdom, named Chibunda Ilunga, for several more years. At the time of my impressment, I dejectedly thought that he had undoubtedly been cruelly and foully murdered in the spineless snatching by that violent ship recruiting gang, before they had absconded away with my overly embarrassing, nude corpus....The criminal abductors made numerous offensive comments and pulled upon my slickened pecker, or inserting mean fingers into my sloppy rectal swamp as they hauled me out in my writhing nakedness through the darkened alleyways, eliciting guffaws and catcalls from the lowest of the low classes inhabiting those decrepit quarters. More than one of those other hells progeny grabbed at my exposed, flopping, still dripping manhood, making their low-brow, crudely made comments about its unusual dimensions for a gentleman with my hue. This inordinately large size of my male member was the one thing, if only one thing, that I could be grateful for from the Earls loins. My big burrower was the main inheritance my insipid sire passed on to me that I could wholly appreciate. I had never thought that it was large as a boy, since by comparison to Marks jumbo inseminator I was almost diminutive. I learned differently as I matured and compared my member to the other little lads around the village. However, my fully developed, ripe, well-rounded glutei maximi, were fully the direct result of my own personal efforts at athleticism with Mark, competition matches, or the more aggressive University games. My physical form was not the result of anything in anyway close to that slovenly decrepit physique represented by the permanently lethargic Earl. I do recall how he had been a lot more active, and a lot less obnoxious to me and the members of our family, when my dearly departed mother remained alive. The burden 15of managing the habitually unruly English Kingdom probably took its toll, also.
...The captors hob-nailed boots soon began to echo, which thusly meant we were traveling on wooden timbers of a Thames dock. When I felt these ruffians hauling me upwards and bouncing, I knew we were going on a ships gangplank. I increased my hopeful struggles, knowing this would be my last possible chance for escape. So, still wrestling and writhing my best to stop the travesty of this unlawful draft, yet in vain, I was carried on through a narrow opening that scraped my sides, down three sets of steps and tossed roughly, on my raw backside, onto a damp coil of scratchy rope. The wooden brace I was hanging from was untied and removed.
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Several other enlisted souls were apparently bound up in my same plight, because I heard their pain-filled moaning and groaning from their piled bodies tossing around me. Some were dejectedly crying in muffled sobs with their abject despair. These recent, additional abductions had apparently been conducted with a far less pleasant manner than mine had been. At least I had not been violently brained like my poor, badly assaulted Chibunda had been. I flinched again with my bloody recollection of that horrific episode. I wondered if his bludgeoned body had been found yet, amid the remains of what was to probably be my last enjoyable sexual engagement.
...The smell of the fearful sweat, vomit and raw sewage of the other captives permeated the air I breathed through the gunny sack remaining over my head. I was kicked several times in their fright by the other trussed-up victims, packed tightly within the cramped confines of the ships brig or holding cell. Flesh rubbing against slippery, dank flesh, brought about the untoward, tingling rise to my ever wayward crank handle, knowing little shame, much less, any concern for the dire predicament I found myself in. The wood supports beneath me began to sway, as I heard unintelligible shouts coming from above, and I knew my fate was irretrievably sealed. They were getting under way.
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I went over and over again in my mind what I could do, or could have done, to get out of this horror, to no avail. I became filled with impotent recriminations for letting such a randy nature place me so precariously in harms way. I knew, even then, that it was too late for that type of thinking. My sole chance of gaining a release from this squalid fate would be when I got the ability to reveal my true heritage, and hopefully their Captains reactive fear in light of that mighty name of Warwick, might possibly allow for my return. That is, if I was even going to be allowed to survive once they realized what the punishment for their malicious treatment of the son of the most important man in the realm would no doubt be.
...My earlier evenings revelry, with all attendant sexual exertions, and subsequent physical struggles from my capture, had left me in such an exhausted state, that I eventually passed into a comatose repose, for how long, I know naught. I dreamt fitfully that first night of the unforgettable Mark, and of the haunting, recalled feeling of our incomparable, always thrilling lovemaking. I was still consciously hopeful that my blasted, pox-becursed parent, would at least send some sort of party in search of me, wherever I might be taken against my will by these wayward scoundrels. I really should have known better at the time, than to place any foolish hopes upon the possibility of his familial allegiance. He had obviously16wanted to rid himself of the nuisance that I had become to him, for some time now.
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My renowned Uncle, Lord Andrew, was the Admiral of the North Sea, with the Royal Navy, like the Earl, who could still, possibly, be sent to seek me out from this nightmare, in that unlikely event that dear old Dad got off of his fat ass to come looking for me. Little did I know then that my name, James Andrew, and any relation I had with the Dudley line, had been successfully expunged from any written records, so that I effectively never existed in the Warwick, nor even Dudley lineage. As far as the vindictive, unforgiving Earl was ever concerned, my ill-conceived life was forfeited. Being fully unaware of this turn of events, I sketchily plotted out one after another of those silly, dumb, childish revenges, in several exceedingly bloody, improbably wild scenarios. Mores the pity from lspirit descalier. Toothless rage of this nature was clearly useless, but it was somehow ameliorative to me. The remainder of that frightful night was blessedly passed in dreamlessness.
Barack, to the Limit~
I awoke with the salty smells of the sea seeping through that smelly, skull-covering sack. My mouth was desert dry despite the saliva-dampened rag gag, and both my arms and legs ached sorely. The rolling of the vessel on the ocean swells rocked me back and forth on the coiled rope. I heard some creaking boards announcing the approach of someone, and was abruptly yanked to my feet, my morning wood protruding overtly, with the remaining curtains of my dreams about Mark being obviously evident. Two men had arrived. Then, the bullies began having their sport, pulling and pushing about at my helplessly bound-up body. My semi-inflated middle leg, left over from my vividly erotic dreams of Mark, was squeezed and my large testes were pulled way too far downwards for comfort by hands as rough-hewn as saddle leather. My pitifully agonized moans were all ignored.
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My plump, young, ass cheeks were each soundly slapped and spread widely. The covering flesh grew heated. I heard a spitting sound before a slickened, meaty finger poked inside my already sodden, rearmost orifice, corruptly slimy from the prior nights earlier activities with my apparently dearly departed friend, Chibunda. Vulgar comments were loudly made for all those around me to hear, about both of my outward and inward sexual body parts, while I was twisted and prodded deeply for several more cruel minutes by my unseen tormentors. This merciless type of roughness did rather mirror a few of my more intense love-making sessions with Mark, so their continuing abuse was not altogether displeasing to me. My dick made this reaction fairly clear to them, for they ratcheted up their actions in a frenzy of demonstrative assailments. It was almost enough to cancel out the holds stench.
...The single finger prod in my blossoming chute, forced downward on my seminal reservoir with the delving hand, and a dollop of my most private syrup coursed to the flaring tip of my re-hardening shaft. A second and third of the digging invaders stretched out my back sluiceway wider and wider, as they progressed more deeply into my well-buggered cavern. I sensed that a dampened opening was closing on top of my swelling crown, and following that, there was a noisy sucking by chapped lips, which pulled more saline pre-cum seepage out from me. Creative, crass and all crude comments by one of the evil captors about my 17possible deviant uses were made, while the mostly enjoyable milking of my stiffened post continued for several minutes. Numerous times, the poking tongue of my engulfer tried to insert itself into my slimy spurt hole, which only served to make my gooey poultices flow out all the more, and my reticent excitation increased.
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I continued to grow, per usual, in a reactive swelling, until that wet-lipped shroud retreated, leaving my lathered bloat bobbing and leaking my drizzle out into the cooler air, but my uninvited, induced neediness was left unquenched. The rear penetrator of my steamy innards plopped all four of his rapaciously leaping trespassers back out of me, leaving me with my battered coffer door hanging laxly open, relinquished again to the brisker, freshening sea breezes. I felt that I was becoming more of a sticky and spattered mess than when I had been brought aboard. Beset with the forced milking of the uninvited sort was somewhat pleasurable, but this was not very often one of my preferences. At least, not under these uncertain, daunting conditions.
...The constricting bindings on my ankles were eventually cut, and the awful bag was pulled off of my head, and the stinky rag was yanked out from my dry lips. It was still too dark in the room to see aught but the blurry shapes inside the bowels of the captive vessel. I was roughly pitched forward by the calloused hands, and I lost my balance as the deprived blood rushed to my numbed feet, whose circulation had been cut off by my tethers. I fell face first, right onto the disgusting, unwashed and flaccid genitals of another passenger, a mangy guttersnipe, who cursed and bucked me off his smelly, bound, naked body. One of the evil, shadowy emancipators grabbed hold of a bunch of unkempt hair and yanked me painfully back onto my needling feet. The other scurvy bastard wrapped a rough-skinned vise-grip around my steely shank and, using this as a lead, rudely pulled me upwards past the first flight of steps, with my arms remaining tightly bound behind my back.
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At the top of this first set of risers, a thin, yard-long hemp leash was wrapped and knotted too tightly around my engorged banger and balls. The twines sharp bristles agitatingly dug into my soft skin. Using this leader, I was roughly yanked up the next flights of steps till we got to the upper deck. I tried very hard not to trip, fearing the ensuing damage to my tender bits if I landed poorly. We were in the middle of the bloody ocean, so I saw no blasted reason for my wrists to remain still tied. It was not like there was anywhere to escape from this rank kidnapping. I am not sure why I thought there would be any considerateness at all in this circumstance.
...I was temporarily blinded by the too-bright sunlight after being held so long down in my un-illuminated confines in the ships recesses. That scratchy rope leash encircling my fully engorged genitals was tied snugly to a brace around the central (mizzen) mast of the ship. Out-of-focus males of all shapes, sizes and colors formed a loud, loose circle around me. As my clearer vision returned, I noted the majority of these crewmen were bare on their well-built upper torsos, a few having small breechcloths encasing their protected personal parts. Most of this scruffy group, however, was totally stripped of any type of coverage, other than their protective footwear from the inevitable splinters on a wooden ship.
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This breathtaking nakedness exposed to me their deeply tanned, tautly muscled, well-developed bodies, standing beneath the pale blue sky on that warm spring day. Some of these hard seamen were hairy, although most of the darker skinned crewmates were hairless. Their 18erect and semi-erect ascendant, fleshy spears were distractingly distended, with every one pointing out in my direction, accusingly. I feared what were the probable consequences of this evident sexual excitement, having heard the hair-raising tales (and cock-raising tails) of the multiple gang-rapings by marauding Vikings along the English coastlines, in times past. I was not sure I was really up to that type of treatment presently, though admittedly, engaging in multiple sex partners had always been one of my most favorite fantasies. The closest I had gotten was when Chibunda invited one of his African buddies to join us, in order to occupy one of my unused holes. That turned out fairly brilliantly. Nevertheless, I was acutely aware that harsh reality is rarely as fun as is the safer imagination.
...This motley mass of men quickly quieted down, after which they uniformly moved apart. One of the most gargantuan males I had ever seen in my life stepped through their ranks. This Goliath was a masculinely handsome, un-attired giant, towering greatly over the rest by at least a full head and shoulders. His skin was as dark as a moonless midnight sky. He was covered all over in the kind of convoluted geometric patterns of raised bumps on his enormously defined anatomy, similar to the markings I had seen on numerous African mariners, whom I had had the privilege of coupling with over the last few profligate years. A long, black braid sprouted from out of a large circle of hair located on the backside of his round, raven-hued, sun-reflecting skull. This affectation lay stiffly over his front, left shoulder, down to an etched, thick, leather knife-belt, which was corseting his carved, jet-marble waistline.
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Various odd implements and bags were hanging from both sides of this wide belt. When his swaggering gait brought him closer, he casually smiled down at me, showing his long teeth, filed down to sharpened, carnivorous points, which were as white as Noahs dove. His mighty cheekbones were placed highly and prominently, though his convoluted ears were somewhat smaller than what might have been anticipated on a giant, even dainty. That darkly glistening forehead was high, wide and covered mostly in barely visible, swirling tattoos extending down over his rugged face. His sable eyelashes surely must have been at least a half-inch long, sprouting out in sexy, curled extensions above his fathomless eyes, which showed no pupils within their ultra-white backgrounds. A massive head was sitting atop a sinewy neck that retained the same widened girth as his pate. The neck trunk flowed seamlessly into meaty plates of flexing muscles extending past the long, broad slope onto his impressively rounded deltoids. The origination of that awesomely perfect physique was indubitably Valhallan from Helfelheim, or Mount Olympian in origin. My mind boggled at the heavenly creation before me, in both a sexual and sensual way.
...I looked further back down his widely magnificent, strapping pectorals, past dusky nipples the size of my thumbs, each pierced with heavy golden rings matching those in his ears and widened nose. These succulent protrusions were sitting on the darker circles of prominent membranes, each as large as two of my mothers demitasse saucers. I scanned down past his rippling, deeply ridged tummy muscles, to where they formed a jutting V at the firm, girdled hips, until soon landing, almost disbelievingly, on a profoundly phenomenal, ebony organ, spanning heavily down in between his hard, tree-trunk thighs. This corpulent, all-hooded, black cobra was seemingly nearly as big around as my biceps. It was easily as long as my entire forearm. 19...
Implanted through the far end of this plenteousness, and nearly obscured by the heavily wrinkled folds of his coal-toned foreskin hanging at the puckering summit, was another one of those rings of gold, thickly gleaming in the brightening, early morning sunlight. His bared feet were more like tiny barges flattened out into attractive, broad paddles. A small, delicate chain of shiny gold incongruously was wrapped around one of the tapered ankles. I literally had to remind myself to release the last inhaled breath that I had taken, and force my gaze back up to the summit of this mountain of a man.
...Leaning casually against the mast I was tied to, his folded, tree-branch arms locked with dinner plate-sized hands, he spoke to me in his sensual, baritone accent. This was almost shockingly comical, in that it was ironically pure, unequivocally, upper class British. What made that weird anomaly become truly startling was the immense Africans apparent nasal mimicry of the World elite. It sounded absolutely flawless to me. I bid thee our welcome aboard our humble vessel, Young Laird Warwick. Might we presume that ye sufficiently found thy accommodations suitable for thy elevated status? The circling of the nude and semi-nude mariner-studs burst out into their raucous laughter and outright jeers from this obvious taunting. I could barely conceal complete surprise coming from this unexpected knowledge of my name and station. I had assumed, up till that very moment, I had merely been at the wrong place at the wrong time.
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When the surrounding male chorus of jesters had quieted down, he spoke in a far more scathing, thinly condescending voice, Captain Holtz has asked that I pass along to thee, thy fathers best wishes. He poignantly paused, obviously waiting smugly to observe my predictable reactions. He did not have to wait so very long for them. With that next, sickening revelation, any possible hopes I might have had for a potential rescue crumbled down onto the hard deck, with what must have been quite an audible crash. My mouth dropped open involuntarily. Nauseating me with that horrifying acknowledgement about my own fathers collusive complicity, this true nature of my hell-bound nightmare washed across me like a large bucket of ice water. My weakened knees nearly gave way from underneath me after this horrible, detestable malediction. And, to realize the Earl was also á deux vitesses, only made it that much worse for me to accept his utter contempt for me. I had had no real concept of how that elevated level of his self-loathing his true nature would have manifested itself, up until now.
...Cocking one thick eyebrow towards me with surly, self-satisfaction at my obvious shock, he finally continued, Captain Tom has assured your sire that he shall do his very best to make your disobedient, disrespectful, wayward self into a responsible, grown man, under his own special tutelage. More guffaws and hoots ensued. Before I continue, allow me to introduce myself, if I might. I am called Barack Otama, and I am the first mate. He deprecatingly took an exaggeratingly deep bow, causing his long hair cue to nearly touch the deck. I will be thy personal instructor in the revered field of manliness. Naturally, of course, we shall all do what we can to bring the likes of thee within our lofty ranks of fully developed, accountable men. He drew his sarcastically hypnotic gaze away towards the encircling sailors, opening one huge arm in a sweeping gesture and inquiringly raised those perfect eyebrows in somewhat askance of the crew. All were exchanging the broad smiles 20of their supposed concurrence, each mumbling out their ludicrous sounds of their mocking assents, such as, a Right-o, Here, here, Indubitably, and How so, old boy. I was becoming inwardly enraged at this effrontery by those so beneath my station. Smoke must surely have been billowing out from my inflamed ears.
...Turning back to me, he intoned, more seriously, holding a dangerous hinting in those eyes, Thou shalt be our official cabin boy on this long voyage to the new British West Indies. Ye shalt do exactly, whatever ye are told to do, by whomever, here aboard this good ship, Our Lady Launchward. If ye doth not obey like ye are told, in a respectful manner, thou canst assume that a due punishment will be swift and harsh, to be administered either by my mateys or me. Here, thou art no longer known as Master James Andrew, rather, we shall call ye simply, Boy, or Jimmy. This additional cutting slight of utter disdain for me was maddeningly infuriating, but I carefully hid my indignant reaction, since diplomacy appeared to be more obviously appropriate to this current situation for my well-being.
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Bythen, I was vibrating with my inner anger at the clear treachery of my hateful parent, and those disrespectful attitudes for my elevated position by these churlish, though extremely enticing, knaves. At that point, I could not wait to see my retribution at having their First Mate castrated, bludgeoned, and publicly hanged from the extraordinarily special gallows I would gladly have personally constructed for his benefit after taking part in this despicable mockery. I could see me wearing his fat jingle-bobs for my garters. I also thought almost fixedly, momentarily, on the various inventive methods I could eventually employ when I could relieve Englands last, puerile, Earl of Warwick from the ungainly burden of his now godforsaken, forfeited life. At least, I would have at him if the intrigues and machinations of the convoluted Tudor Court did not beat me to it, first. With the establishment of the new Church of England by old Henry, VIII (may he rot in a burning hell from villainizing my kind), anything arcane was possible. Then someone behind me cut my wrist bindings.
...Glancing downward towards the vast meatiness hanging between his legs, he then looked over at what dangling, shrunken flesh I had formerly thought of as over-large and sneered, It seems that at least a smallish part of ye has very nearly reached forth to the fullness of true manhood. Smirking, he extended out his enormous paw to me, and firmly pulled my pinched, curtained overhang, and me, closer to him, drawing my tether even tighter about my shaft and nuts. His inundative aroma was purely a man-musk, as I recall rutting horses smelling: raw, earthy and dizzily intoxicating. Why it was I suddenly formed a picture of wonderful Mark in my mind, recalling that similar, erotically charged scent from his nether regions, I did not surmise.
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Thereupon, whether by the close assimilation to Mark, or only because that statuesque man was getting my juices flowing, my ever-independent ramrod overcame my tormenting sense of purest anger, and dogged trepidation, and I reacted like I almost always have in the past, blossoming out when in the presence of mighty maleness. With a bemused smile forming on his thickly developed lips, the dark Adonis quietly held me and watched as my traitorous stalk grew to its still impressive length and girth, for my type, while my long foreskin inched backwards in its hapless retreat. By any comparison, however, his flaccid state was lengthier, by almost twice, than my own throbbing erection. 21...
He gingerly slipped my still-covering skin back behind my fattening mushroom cap and he squeezed out a crystalline drop of my sweetness from the compressed tip. With his other hands little finger, covered in several gold and silver rings, he swiped away some of the glistening droplets from my arousals dribbling encasement, and placed them hesitantly onto his wet, extended tongues.
...When I said tongues, that was because, actually, there were two tongues. His original one had gotten sliced right down the center, leaving two very long, pointed, twisting pink tentacles, reaching several inches past his chin, to lap up my surging secretions. With one of these, he slowly licked his immense little finger clean. He made a comical swallowing sound to the loud snickers of our rapt audience. I was fascinated watching his prodigious Adams apple bouncing up and down. Then, moving his free hand around to insert itself in between my bulbous buttocks, he started to twiddle with my most sacrosanct opening, using his giant, imposing, mega-fingers. With only the marginal space left between us, my tethered timber was tightly squeezed between his flexing legs.
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He leaned down, pulled my grabbed hair back in his other fist, and forced his two tendril probes inside my parted lips, locking his immense, but soft mouth firmly onto mine. As his one cupping hand continued to manipulate me inside my squirming anus, his other mammoth paw was cradling my head when he delved further and further into the farthest passages of my alimentary canal. The two snake-like whips each independently explored inside and around my soft inner cheeks, beneath my own tongue, and then, wrapping around it, fantastically massaged the whole length of it while he made resonant, base glottal sounds of his enjoyment. I whimpered due to the remarkable sensations from that astounding and appreciated eroticism.
...This mining of my mouths interior was sort of scary at first, and then turned into a feeling that was overpoweringly sensual, when he stroked the smaller ridges upon the roof of my mouth, proceeding onward to the softer membranes back at the rear, tracing up and down on my two ridges on either side, at the same time. Luckily, my normal gag reflexes were disconnected by Mark, long ago. So far extended in were these twin, meaty serpents, that they soon reached up into my nasal passage, tickling and stroking along the back channel from my flaring nostrils. Then, they each dashed and danced down the along my sensitive throat into my esophagus, where the two halves separated, one actually forcing itself into my food channel, while the other went inside my breathing channel. I was barely able to contain my vomiting reflexes, while they unrestrainedly waltzed within my moist interiors.
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He exhaled into me, a sweet and peppery breath, expanding my lungs out to their fullest, and then he sucked the used air of mine all back out again, doing this repeatedly, while my head grew fainter, and my cock grew more rock-rigid. His abundant saliva tasted rather tangy and sweet, with a little hint of pipe tobacco, and to my way of thinking, delicious. I tried to swallow down his effusive fluidity pouring copiously within me, across my taste buds, forcing out of me some resultant coughing and hiccupping around those tenacious, exploratory questors. This explosively charged oral intercourse had an ever greater effect on my copiously dripping baton rouge. However, something far more imposing began making its presence known, as it was forcing inexorably up and up, across my belly, and 22then onto my chest, lodging quite portentously between us, in a thick heatedness. I grew a bit faint from the sheer recognition of what this humongous weapon could do to my tender young interiors. I felt a cold sweat begin trickling from my armpits down my sides.
...Feeling the obvious line of drizzling from my bound dirk dripping down onto the backs of his feet, Barack withdrew from within my ravaged, tingling, neck flue. He teased across my gums and inner lips, lifting my tongue up and around, and then fully withdrawing his two tendrils, using a final flick to my outwardly crushed jowls linings. Without warning, he widened his mouth out to the widest limits, and covered my entire face below my eyes, encompassing my jaws, chin and nostrils. Both quivering muscle branches snaked into my two nose sockets and traveled far into my private interiors, seeking and seething against every secret cell in my sinus cavities. This weird sensation was remarkable, and it turned my bewildered mind into a pure mush. Around and around he squirmed and wriggled his projectiles, worming up behind my eyes, and down into my snot drain. It sort of tickled, but made my hardening neediness lurch wildly. I had never thought of those parts of my body as being very erogenous, until now.
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He searched, snapped and entreated against my membranes for many minutes, blowing out those heavily laden clouds of his exhaling lungs into my now wide-open mouth, and then pulling this loaned breath back up and out of my collapsing lungs. Using this intimate construct, he kept me totally reliant upon him for my vitality. He withdrew, after several of those deeply exchanged lung-fulls, leaving my body shaken, panting, and completely covered in goose bumps. I heaved a great sigh of sexual passion, attempting to bring my reeling dizziness into a coherent focus, while the tiny dots of black were dashing around my eyes. I was intently re-forcing my lax knees to hold me aloft, with the success of holding an anvil on a brick of cheese. Total capitulation to this master of sexual proclivities was the only course of action I could envision, or hope for.
...He straightened back up to his majestic height, with a lustful glint in his eyes I knew full well. When I looked down and saw his tumescence rising upward in inexorable stoutness between us, the utter distress shown in my eyes must have thankfully registered with him. I have seen an amputees thigh to knee stump that was smaller than what reached upwards between us. He simply smiled at me and mused, with his more African-based accent, Ay sees yeve noticed how me close friend grows fond. Yell soon enough lairn ta appreciate im wit true gusto. Then, ever so slowly, lowering his colossal frame onto his knees, he totally engulfed my swinging man-eggs in his vast, roughened palm and began to pull me upwards. The hemp lanyard binding my privates to the mast kept me from being knocked off of my feet, and I put both hands upon his round, velveteen shoulders for balance. The patterns of bumps I touched there were much softer than what I had expected they would be.
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At that same time, he brought his shining, obsidian face down onto my tautly uprising expansion and, after opening his widened jaws, swallowed me up whole, in one swooping gulp. The warmth and suction of his vacuuming contractions made me go all weak in the knees again, softly moaning. He slightly pulled his scarified head back and I felt one of his wriggling tongue muscles jutting right into the opening at the top font of my increasingly venting discharges. This blunt, pink wick slowly rimmed inside and around those delicate, 23pouty, reddish dick-lips, dipping into and out of my swollen open cock-eye, several times. Then, as would a night worm, his strand began to slither its way down into my drenching piss tube, pushing out at the sides of my cock, expanding that outer opening to the most sensitive limit, while his thick, slimy tip worked searchingly further inside of my trembling urethra passage. It must feel like this to a woman receiving her first sexual knowledge.
...The greater and farther that wriggling serpent sunk down within my rigidity, the thinner it commensurately became, allowing for an even greater penetration. He kept it doing twirls and jiggling, till it could go no more, having reached its remarkable length to his fraenum, within my swollen, packed, awakened membranes. It felt sort of like he was punching an insertive erection within my erection, as my snaring entrance grew taut and wracked. He expanded and contracted this lively stabber in its stretching confines, almost vibrating with the effort to reach my limits. At the same time that this was happening, the other twisting fork of the long tongue muscle reamed around between the receding folds of my retracted foreskin, triggering nerve explosions from those highly sensitive, hidden membranes there. His fat lips squeezed down on my rooted base, while his outer tongue muscle then applied some increasing exterior pressures on that deeply lodged tip, point to point, in and out, up and down, mere layers of tender skin between the two duelers.
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Pulling this outer tongue back some, Barack gently bit his frighteningly pointed teeth down against my tender cock tissues, causing white points of fearsome feelings to erupt into my mind. That pirouetting, tendinous stem invading me lightly moved the inner column of raped urethral membranes back and forth across those raking dental incisors. They slowly followed the progress up alongside my pulsating plower in several gentle biting contractions, as he totally extricated that convulsing meaty fork from in my, disturbingly full, bladders drainpipe. A smattering of my undammed spooge trickled out after it into his wrapping lips. The raspy hemp cord looping around my genitals was digging noticeably into my stretched skin, as the exploring activity pulled that binding strap ever more tautly. This served to restrain the major bloat in my swellage, but it also kept me from totally abandoning my thoughts to those absolute pleasures tormenting my privates. By then, First Mate Otama and I were totally oblivious about our other shipboard surroundings by now, so engaged were we both with an intense providing and a receiving of pleasures beyond my wildest imagination.
...Replacing my erect, male pacifier from his tongues play, with his middle digit between his heavenly lips, freed now from my indulged buttocks, he swabbed up a viscous covering of his own salivary juices. Withdrawing this, he quickly came back down with his enticingly drooling gums, sinking back down onto my blowhole, remaining just there, while briefly nibbling on my retracted foreskin. I grew somewhat tense, as I felt that slippery, massive middle marauder begin inserting more deeply between my rounded, corpulent butt cheeks. He cleaved back and forth, till he finally reached my tightly clenched shitter. He worked it up and down, gently massaging the wrinkles with spittle, poking in the hidden gully a little bit, then a little bit more.
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Barack wore my minor resistance down, what amount that there was left of it, and in seconds, he again ground in his half-tongue inside of my cocks well-varnished gland opening. As his shovel-handle-sized finger worked its way deeper into my 24slough trough, his gyrating tongue matched the movement, slithering again into one of my most private and most sensitive of spaces. His cushioning lips slid down upon the whole length of me in measured speed to the progress of his other two impalements. Eventually, upon that ultimate arrival of those devil-driven, clamping lip-grippers onto my imprisoned, prickling shaft, his rectal-driving piston reached all of the way up and tweaked my severely ballooning prostate beneath a noticeably engorged bladder, to my utter consternation. His middle finger was unquestionably larger than any normal-sized humans penis.
...I was repeatedly lifted to my toes by the ensuing clobbering action of his balled hand and deviously driving probe. This kept up with an increasing volatility taking my wracked rear into a staccato pummeling of this finger-driven hammer. Abruptly, all of this unrelenting action stopped when my poppet valve filled with pulsing fluid, the trigger forcefully, fully pulled. He deftly pinched my swollen cum-maker pouch, using his inner-poking pressures. Before I could help myself, I unloaded jet after soupy jet of my cum-pudding into my man musket, crying out in my uncontrolled release. Unfortunately, between my scratchy cock girdle, and with the fattened girth of his wriggling oral insert, still enthrallingly linking me onto him, blocking that voluminous deluge, it uncomfortably backed my whole shot-wad up the firing barrel.
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The critical need to get released was physically overwhelming, but the flooding of mental ecstasy was overpowering. I scrunched down my ass-dilation hungrily onto his big mitt to the greatest extent, shuddering in my spastic releases, while he nearly held me aloft upon that massive fist, like a tripod. Ever so gradually, he hauled back his intubated, reptilian tongue upwards, even as his fat finger probe pulled slowly downwards, inching internally, hard against, and along my full water evacuation tract, thereby forcing my caught explosion into a tightly compressed packet at the tip of his half-tongue. I have never dropped so large a serving of my globular gravy as I finally did, upon following that exiting splurt of his vibrating taster. All of this human stew was forced out past my tightly encircling rope and was orally captured by this African Atlas filling out his cheeks, or so it appeared. I felt like I was near to swooning from the staggering euphoria brought on by my spirited climax. I realized belatedly, that some of my bladders contents went also.
...Barack released my gratefully slurped manly bits and stood back up to his ultimate, titanic height. Once my eyes stopped rolling in their sockets, I leaned on the nearby mast for my balance, once his massive shoulders were no longer available. I then had the ability to shift my reeling focus of attention from this monolithic sex-god to what could only be described as an unbridled pagan orgy going on around us. I had only once been permitted to see the re-enacted ceremonies of the Midsummers Eve celebrations held by those few remaining Celts at their secret island redoubt, with my great uncle, Sir Anthony Parker. This present tableau, however, was seemingly much more riotous, and without the accompaniment of the weird music makers, or herbal ingestions concocted by those insidious Druidic priests, though similar, in that only naked, erect males participated. I was taken aback at what I was seeing in the tableau before me on the deck of the Launchward. I had only previously imagined in my most private of satanic dreams about what was occurring there for me to witness with my disbelieving eyes and absorbing consciousness.25...
Sweating male bodies were intertwined everywhere, in a tangle of arms, legs and raging phalluses, obviously greatly aroused by the lurid display of man-sex we had so generously performed for them. Barack was so amused that he could no longer savor my flavor and, overcome with a burst of jollity, spewed the contents of my liquid blastings out over those rollicking masses of undulating deckhands, in a fine mist of sticky seminal sprayage. He looked down at me and we both burst out laughing in a wondrous congeniality. His smile was now warm enough to melt even a frigid Highland Scotsman. Things were occurring around me, which I had never seen in all of my 17 years of age, in any of those lowliest, boisterous dives I frequented when on sneaky hiatus. Round-ended spars, dipped in whale fat, were being delivered into some rowdy, willing recipients, whilst some others looked as though, yet it could not be, they were accepting mens entire arms into themselves by their rear portals.
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Before I could take a better look, my attention was diverted away by four of the burly men, in a connective leapfrog line, as each were, individually pleasuring the next and rear in line, linked up by their meaty, erect spears extending outward from their jointly thrusting crotches. More of these Satyrs were being leaned, albeit precariously, over the Launchwards side railings, also being happily taken by their mates up in their derrieres, groaning loudly in lustfulness, so caused by their deeply concentrating, horny-as-goats impalers. So much pleasure with so many hot men was nearly overwhelming to me. If only my asinine sire could have seen this romping ribaldry now, I wonder how he would have felt about his allegedly contrived punishment. Well, hellfire and damnation. Let him enjoy dreary Tudor intrigues if thats what gets him off. That life would have never been acceptable to me. It appeared I had finally found my Muse here, calling me awake.
...The only individual I had not observed taking part in the bedeviled escapades, was heading up the rudder wheel. He, too, was unencumbered by concealing wraps, excepting a well-filled out Cod pouch, a knot of grey cloth holding a wooden leg to his knee stump, an eye-patch over his left eye, and a ratty looking tricorn, rakishly tilted above his dark-reddish bandana covering thin, gray hair tied tightly back in a lank pony-tail. He, too, had a wide leather knife belt cinching his broad, white-pelted belly. Even from the dead center of the vessel, I could see his greatly developed muscles distinctly bulge and strain under a thick matting of his hoary fur. Protruding through that obscuring, hairy, chest covering, were two, very enlarged, pink-brown outcroppings, which could only have been his elongated, well-worked nipples.
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He was sucking upon a carved ivory pipe, its wispy smoke wafting back over the sides of the gunwales, dispersing into the late spring breezes, which were powering our ships briskly forward progress. His single, large, evident blue eye seemed unquestionably locked, unblinkingly, right onto me with an unwavering, studious avidity. The saliva in my mouth suddenly grew very dry, making it noticeably difficult to swallow. He appeared as staggeringly handsome as any man I had ever seen in the British Isles, with his masculinity radiating from his superb countenance. I wondered why he was here, as a Captain of a sailing ship, when he rightly belonged on his own estates and castles.
...Meanwhile, Baracks attention swiveled back to me from the bacchanalia around us. His center limb of hardened coal had not lessened in immensity throughout this time, and some 26clear, silvery strands of opalescent percolates hung drooling down from the inside of that engorged knobs precipice, dangling eye-catchingly from the huge golden circlet. Barack gazed at me with an awesomely raw intensity, the likes of which I had never encountered before. His bottomless eyes of primal origin devoured mine, looking far into those distant reaches of my very soul, weighing me in a court far more evaluative than any with a judge or jury. Seemingly coming to a dispositive, final determination, he reached to his scabbard and withdrew from it a beautiful, ivory-handled pommel, ending with a very scary looking, steely, etched dagger. He bent forward toward me, and with a single, quick flick, released my aching, tied-up privates from their constricting strangle hold, allowing any and all of my remaining, dammed residues to spurt outwards, landing on the deck in between the two of us in a slimy pooling of clear liquids.
...For just a moment, I fearfully thought I was about to become the ships eunuch. Instead, he shoved me down onto my raw knees, nudging me around until I was backed up against the main mast. He called out to a lanky, red-headed crewman, in about the mid-twenties age range, whose name I gleaned was John. John quickly disengaged himself off of the deeply encased spar of his inserting partner, and he raced over and, bending at the gangly waistline, slowly backed himself towards that mighty, Moorish missile. Barack hawked up globs of phlegm onto his palm, applying it generously to Johns approaching rump. Then, another several additional snortings were spat out onto his fabulous, ebony timber, which Barack caressingly applied upon the entire, spectacular length of it. He drew some of the several burnished folds of his skin back to reveal the truly great size of the gold band there looping through that even greater glans dome of a shiny purple-brown, or puce color. His moistened flesh shone in brightly reflecting radiance in the cloudless, temperate, morning sunlight as would a temple of black onyx polished to a mirror-like luster beneath a desert heat. It looked more to be worshipped than sat upon, but maybe they were similar ideas.
...Frankly, I was surprised that blood did not immediately gush out from within that overly-stretched portal of the transfixed John, as measure for supreme measure, the pitch-toned, fleshy monstrosity disappeared up into the excessively expanded, flushed scarlet cavern engulfing it. My pucelle eyes could not believe it when, after a remarkable devouring by Johns callipygian fissure, eventually all there was to be seen of the stark colossus were the two goose egg-sized, dusky jewels dangling inside of Baracks low-hanging scrotal sack from underneath the bloating ass ring of the penetrated John. That black mountain of man easily lifted the lithe John off of his feet, with one of his Jovian hands cupping around that distended bulge of his supreme impalement, which was stabbing far outwards from inside Johns ravaged belly.
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He swung the lanced human receptacle around and away from me, without removing a single inch of the thickly implanted, mahogany trunk of flesh. I got a fleeting mental image of some cock-puppet doll being encased under the complete control of the dominating master, swinging loosely around however the master willed it, stuck on the imbedded controllers implantation. I was in awe, and admittedly, a tad envious that John got to ride Baracks mighty, solid python. I realized that my great appetite probably exceeded my capabilities at that point. I also got a fleeting recall of Mark and me. 27...
Awesomely, after Barack spread out his enormous, rock-hard butt cheeks apart with his other elephantine grasp, he literally sat down on me, very nearly encompassing my entire head. He ensured that my kisser was leveled at his hot, steamy turd-tosser. His ocellus ring was puckery and blood engorged, smelling damply earthen, and yet also of something lusciously exotic, in addition. I was barely able to suck in air through my nose when those mountainous mounds wrapped themselves around me. As he ground down onto my head, one gargantuan palm holding my skull in place, I tried sticking my curious tongue into the blossoming, moistly mucosal rose budding in front of me. Upon tracing the sensitive skin being expanded outwards and onto me, Barack jumped a little, and then began hammering the penetrated John onto his fat, embedded pedestal.
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Both of his steely-grips were firmly locked around Johns slender waist, thusly jacking his entire torso up and down upon that reaming rammer, like a live rag doll, arms and legs loosely flailing about with each one of Baracks outrageous perforations. This type of action I had witnessed back at home, with a milk-maids grasp on the butter churners handle, first pulling far up, and then punching down, repeatedly, until the sticky results were completely finished and ready for the mix to be scooped out. I wondered, enviously, how that outlandishly rendered reaming must feel to John. In so doing this body-jacking, Baracks butt remained in place, on my tongue.
...Barack tasted raw, more like some wild animal, or freshly turned soil. Additional pulsing, inner skin-folds, flowed out of him into my widely craned jaws. I then, grindingly, sucked and chewed down, with lip-covered teeth, on the swollen hemorrhoidal bulges as hard as I could, jabbing in between the muscled ring with the full, slick length of my own inquisitive tongue muscle into him. A viscous discharge of his cascading, pungent effluent coated my oral poker, as Barack began to buck and shout, so I was forced to maintain my unstable balance with a grasping of his Herculean thighs, even as they were being used for force-feeding that monumental pillar of his into the now indecently widened opening of Johns battered arse hole. That I was allowed to then be made an integral part of a life-changing scenario was greatly appreciated by me. This type of lifestyle, aboard the Launchward, seemed to truly be my destiny. That life I had so desperately often sought, but had just gotten a slight whiff of, up till now. And what a whiff it was! My thoughts whirled with the consuming import of what was finally happening to me, capturing this pivotal moment as being the ultimate turning point from who I was, to who I would become.
...Barack clearly was reaching the penultimate peak of his impending orgasm, hopefully due, in a large part, from my erotic exertions. With one, last, gut-punching thrust deeply inside Johns crater, Barack froze. Then, apparently, from the resultant rampaging squirtage into Johns yawning, churn-plundered bowels from Baracks explosions, John was forced to cry out, with each of the rounded, black, butt-boulders convulsive contractions sealing around my deafened ears. Those wildly constricting sphincter muscles sucked my tongue in all the more deeply, involuntarily, similar to the tightening vise-grips used for extracting a bad tooth.
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My head felt like it was being passed through some grinding mill wheel, as Barack delivered out his cataclysmic releasings. These incendiary, volcanic climaxes of both men apparently were the harbinger for the ending of the rest of the crewmates fun 38and games, when numerous rumbling voices each began to sing out with their collective baritone chorus of noisy, wanton releases. Shivering, Barack slowly withdrew my head, even as his puffy, throbbing, ass lips receded back inside of him, ruefully expelling out my happy, imprisoned tongue. My ears continued to ring caused by the former pressurization of his bubble butts enclosures. I felt I had witnessed an event from Iliads days of yore.
...He had produced rivers of his manly smelling perspiration, which were running down his sleek, satiny skin onto me. I licked up many of those delicious fluids where I could reach them. A lax, semi-conscious John, was very gradually raised upwards by Baracks meaty paws, and finally off of that outrageous, titanic engorgement, having truly filled up Johns slackened bowels to their utter capacity. John loosely collapsed face down onto the deck, rump high, his ravaged man-hole hanging grossly open as small packets of pink and cream leakage issued out from his innermost core. The shadowy opening to his vermillion, inner viscera was then visible several inches into the prostrate body through his angry red/scarlet puffage. Baracks glistening, dark, sable weapon only slightly deflated, as drippage, plus colon-bits, dangled along its most stupendous length.
...I brought my knees up toward my chest, tasting his glorious masculine essence, which was still clinging on my lips. I smelled his musky perfume and felt some crusts from his drying sweat all over me. I began to wonder what was going to be the next intriguing step along this newest, adventurous journey, on the quest for full manhood, which my deceitful father apparently had put into motion, instituting his cruel, scheming machinations. I understood somewhat more clearly about how he had successfully become that powerful, but ruthless politician he was, if my own disdainful treatment was any example of his venting wrath. I got up and peed his name over the rail. Barack caught his breath, then called out to that grizzled observer manning the wheel, further abandoning his officious accent, replacing it with a liltingly accented base, Capn Holtz, sire, Ay do believe de young minnow may fit in nicely. By yar leave, Ayll begin his next instructions, anon, sir.
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Their Captain simply nodded once, while rearranging the enlarged bulge pushing outward from under the spare loincloth he wore. An enlarging, damp stain had mysteriously appeared on the front of it. After signaling to two of the closest carousers, reviving from their afterglow, I was silently escorted by these hunky crewmen down below decks, where I was shown a comfortable-looking hammock, swaying welcomingly with the ships movements. I was quickly told that this was the place where I was to sleep during the excursion, unless I was needed to fulfill some other, as yet unspecified, eventide duties. Clothing was neither evident, nor was it offered to me. After I was shown into a few of the other closed compartments, I heard yowls, screams and the cracking from flat-handed slaps, sounding from the upper deck. Those other new inductees above deck were obviously being shown a much less hospitable welcome than I was, and got some initial disciplining.
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My gut clenched when I heard one long shriek cascading down past the outer confines of the ships hold, past the closed cannon ports, and that was followed by the distant splash of a body striking the water. Cynical laughter from the crew ensued, as watery, keelhauled cries in French, for mercy, receded out in the ships wake. I fretted over what unforgivable breach had just 29been committed by that errant passenger-recruit. I hoped that whatever it was, I would not somehow inadvertently commit the same foolish transgression in my ineptitude. So far, I honestly believed that I had obediently done all of what they had expected of me. From the gurgling cries in the water, I knew that strict obedience was not a flippant matter.
...Eventually, I was brought into the food preparation and storage area of the Launchward. A simmering stew of indeterminate origin was bubbling on top of the galleys wood stove, emitting a tantalizing odor to make me salivate with hunger that had been steadily growing since my abduction. This smallish heating device was an unusual luxury, I knew. Hanging to the side was an unusual bellows, which would normally be used to blow air amongst the steeped coals, but this one looked rather soggy. The very dark-skinned, overly handsome cook raised himself up through a hatch in the floor, carrying necessary staples for the next meal. Naked and greatly muscled under his stained apron, he seemed to me to be a decent type, smiling as he hummed an enchanting tune I did not recognize. He acknowledged my presence first with a curt nod, and followed with a full up and down body appraisal. I was getting more famished, and I did not have to wait long before this cook, whom I thought I heard to be named Brian, pulled a twine, which seemingly was connected to a large bell anchored directly aboveboard.
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Having been waited upon my entire life, I knew what those basic rudiments of serving class behavior were, through observation, and I did not have to be told twice how to assist in serving up portions to the ravenous seamen, by refilling their drinks and distributing rations of dried fruits. As I weaved in and about on that cramped gun deck, where their food was consumed, innumerable roughened hands groped, tongues prodded and fingers tweaked over, in and around my rawly exposed body, again causing several embarrassingly full inflations of my tempestuous stake. Of course, I was not going to be allowed to eat until after the others were finished. But, after I had consumed what was actually a most scrumptious, savory repast (or else, I had been nearly on the verge of starvation, and anything at all would have been sufficient), I was ordered by Barack to go above into the quarters of the imposing Captain Holtz, to retrieve from him his personal plates and silverware for scraping, wiping down and stowage.
...After gently tapping twice and hearing the faint grunt of acknowledgement, I entered the Captains private suite through paneled doors holding lace-curtained windows. He sat at the end of a highly polished wooden table, which was covered in maps and navigational aids. He was very engrossed in a leather-bound manuscript, which completely riveted his attention. I knew from the cruel Earls chastising instructions to new servants that I was to wait by the entrance until being bidden to come forth. I stood still for several minutes gathering in the many details of the comfortable cabins inviting interior. To the far side was a bed alcove, with a suspended platform hanging by chains from the ceiling. Layered upon it was a clean, down-filled mattress. As the vessel smoothly rolled from side to side with the waves and swells, that sturdy construction of the platform weighted the entirety, and so it thence always remained in a near to a horizontal attitude.
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On the clean, freshly mopped floor, was a scattering of beautiful and affixed, heavily piled, Persian rugs. A wall to the further side of the cabin held a built-in breakfront case containing various types of 30unusual implements, including some sort of short, round, wooden spars having increasing dimensions. Next to the ornately carved bedpan storage cabinet, was a metal cage holding a pet white rat, nibbling sprightly on the crust of a crumpet. Another of those oddly large bellows, presumably for a heating stove, hung on the far wall. This device also appeared to be strangely moist, like the one I had seen earlier in the lower galley. I was curious as to the reason for that wetness, but knew better than to impertinently ask just then for an explanation about the dampened condition from the new master of my fate.
...Before I could gather in more objects safely secured on the polished wood shelves, I heard the sound of the tome closing, and looked to see the master of the ship considering me in a stony silence. Beckoning, in a gravelly baritone, he called, Come, away with these plates, boy. His one-eyed, baleful gaze never left the obvious scrutiny of my nakedness, causing my errant baby-maker to start up again, swelling in an uncontrollable rapidity from such a riveted attention, till it bleakly stood out perpendicularly from my torso. I began gathering up Captain Holtzs dishes, hoping to avoid any reprimands from him for my rude temerity, while trying to avoid any of my uncontrollable drippings onto him, or his table. He spake naught, but kept his sky-blue, unblinking eye locked on my bobbing wood, as would some Sparrow Wren, fixated on an unlucky, early morning grub, which was about to become a meal.
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I turned to leave, feeling his eye scorch over my butt with its burning glare. Just as I reached the glass paneled doors to exit, he cleared phlegm from his throat, and he gruffly commanded me, Present thyself back here, in a cleaned condition, at precisely nine bells, boy. Not knowing how else to reply to him, I mimicked the crewmens responses I heard earlier, and bowing, I whisperingly responded, Aye, aye, Captain, sir. The butterflies in my solar plexus kicked up in a real fuss when I anticipated what might possibly be lying in store for me this coming evening with this growling, buff, attractive mans man. And what did he mean by commanding me to get intoa cleaned condition?
The Chef, Brian ~
After scraping and wiping down dinnerware, scrubbing the galleys floor, rubbing spillages off from the worktables, and trying my level best to put things in a shipshape order, Brian returned, looking around approvingly. He asked me in heavily accented English how I had so angered my father that he would resort to the action he took. I tried to explain how my innate desires were evidently incompatible with the grandiose familys plans for me. As I described my best examples of degenerate exploits with the distant Mark, and subsequent others, Brians stain-mottled apron began to form an obvious tenting to the front. A moist spot appeared at the pinnacle of it. ...My own reactions were predictable, and before I knew it, Brian was kneeling down in front of me, enveloping my skin flute with his warm, well-developed lips. He sucked my erect organ in to its furthest length, and then held onto that suctioning position for a few long beats. He looked up with passionate, dark brown does eyes, burning into mine. He pulled back and then he began pumping his shiny, ebony head up and down with deep, slow thrusts, firmly holding my hard ass steady within his meaty, heated hands. I breathed in with each of the strokes, focusing my eyes on his, arching my back, and then pushing it out to receive each downward plunge with his hot, wet mouth. Brian picked up on the pace, and soon my randy rod was slamming into the far backend of 31
his entombing throat, with my heavy balls ricocheting off of his neatly trimmed goatee. A line of his drool slavered in silvery strings from his chin. I smugly thought to myself, So far, so good on this supposedly penitential voyage. I smiled happily down at the beautiful Brian, whos large, round eyes crinkled up in a lustful grin at me, in a captivating return of our combined sexual pleasures. If this was a punishment, let the worst engulf me!
...I wrapped my hands around his handsome head, and met thrust for thrust as he reached up and twisted my nipple in time to his motions. Brian groaned, and then hummed loudly for the sheer joy of how it felt. I packed my arousal into him, and ground it around within his constricting gullet. I rooted into him like my life had depended on it, and my own groans bounced off of the low ceiling within the small galley. Brian wrapped a free hand around his fat, oozing pole, and began to beat off like there was hell to pay as I pinched one of his amazingly large, ripe nipples, inside of his apron. We settled into a steady rhythm, Brian forcing my thickening bone all the way into his hot throat, up to my crotch, him yanking off in his hand, with our sweat-slickening bodies moving with our total synchronicity.
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My ragged breath rasped in and out of my lungs, and I felt the perspiration trickling down my bare back. Each suction by Brians softly vacuuming lips sent thrills of profuse, passionate sensations, throughout my body. Brian started emitting his frenzied whimpers around my pluggings, and I pistoned my hard driller even more riotously in his bathing chamber. His groaning turned into a low, long trailing moan, when I began yanking on his fleshy knobs on his broad chest. He reached between my legs and grabbed my balls, which were pulled tightly against my body, ready to drop a load. He gave them a hardening squeeze, and my body started to spasm while I held his face up against my pubic hairs. I felt that jolting of an erotic spasm just before an initial wad gushed upwards within my meat conduit bursting outward through my spigot.
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Then, he quickly, and quite efficiently, siphoned off one after another serving of that jizz-gumbo from my faucet with a heated guzzling. I felt when his unassisted geyser of mush coated my legs at precisely the same time that I hit the point of greatest exhilaration. My body shuddered uncontrollably from the sheer intensity of that orgasm. I repeatedly, heavily quaked with that welcome release of my caroming climax. Brians oral techniques, and his wily tongue action, were most talented. I hoped that he was going to be a keeper, after my balls were pulled out to their erotic best, and each of my sensitive nipples was pinched and pulled tautly during the throes of my passion.
...It was over far sooner than I would have liked. Yet, he was so gracious in his manner that I felt obliged to ask how I could return the favor, knowing that establishing the cook as an ally would likely prove to be most beneficial, if I was going to survive this seaward ordeal. He might even become a good new friend, since I felt some newly sprouting, kindred-soul feelings from our coupling, as well as from our most recent, well-coordinated, and always cordial efforts to feed the crew. Brians eyes twinkled as he reached for the nearby can of cooking grease from in the pantry cabinet. He fully removed his unnecessary apron, thus allowing his spent, but still sizably thick stick of darkened delicacy to spring outward into my view, a slight curve aiming its wideness upwards. I saw that its broad base was much wider, tapering slightly to the front summit. His tender skin felt delicately silken, and his 32well-developed brawn flexed gamely below a thin, hairless covering of luscious, beautiful, tarry-indigo flesh.
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Climbing up on all fours onto the galley preparation table, he pulled my right hand forward, and curiously applied onto it a generous slathering of the slick grease, halfway up my forearm. Shooting his brilliant, white-toothed smile at me, he spread out his sturdy, thick haunches, exposing his dark-creased, almost hairless anal bulls-eye for my lustful consideration. Then, he began by guiding my sizable palm in towards that tightly muscled target. First, he slowly inserted my gathered fingers, twisting and turning me at my wrist, until a coating of slippery lubricant sufficiently covered his entire outer opening. While taking in deep breaths, he slowly eased the pointed cone formed by my successively bigger knuckles in through that widest stretch of his back gate. He fully exhaled, and his eyes were fluttering shut due to the intensity of the sensations. I gasped from the feeling of his damp heat and the whetted vibrancy of his portal. Ultimately, he uttered out his low song of pleasure when my entire, slickened fist was fully pulled upward until it was totally encased inside of his enchanted, clutching, squeezing engaolment of steaming flesh.
...I was aghast. I had thought that what I had seen earlier on deck was surely some form of witchcraft or trickery, yet here I was, feeling the quickening heartbeat of this exotic young stud, as I tentatively explored those velvety, squishy trailways lying beneath my searching fingertips. Of course, I had assisted on our estates with the birthing and clearing of rectal blockages of large beasts, alongside my beloved Mark and his pops, my excretion covered arm extended inward to the very shoulder. But, there was a complete difference betwixt that, and such a beautiful, sentient being who relates on your own plane. More and more satiny folds collapsed around my twisting wrist, then forearm, when studly Brian erotically wriggled down on my punching limb, his head turned to the side, where I could watch as his slack mouth uttered formlessly gasping phrases. He re-opened his intensely focused eyes to lock onto mine. I found it more enthralling, more thrilling, than anything I had yet done with a man before. I felt I was totally in control, though I completely followed his lead, both transfixed into the wet warmth surrounding and connecting the two of us, in as intimate a bond as I have ever known.
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My emotional feelings for this sexy, gentle being, burgeoned by ten-fold with each new plunging of my hand inward. The more I hammered back and forth, ever deeper, the more sounds of absolute enjoyment and encouragement issued from Brian in a guttural, clicking language I could not understand. But, I knew the meaning. He held my besmitten eyes inescapably with his while we climbed to ever-higher plateaus of emotionality. This was an absorbing form of primal rawness of masculinity no one had allowed me to view before then. The closest to this miraculousness was involving those innocent endeavors I once had with Mark, when I had just reached puberty, but that was usually me on the receiving end of the sticking. I gently proceeded into his depths.
...I traced my fingertips around in his holes lush swampiness, exploring his limits, exposing greater levels of need in him. I pushed up higher into him, and saw a vague outline of my incursions moving around in his paunch as he faced the tabletop, making that dusky flesh-covering jiggle whenever I diddled my fingers to and fro. Using my other hand, I lightly flicked, and gently tugged, on those lusciously prominent nipples, which grew more solidly 33peaked in response. He hummed out volubly to these movements and reacted immediately with his harder, more insistently throbbing, black, stone tower, as more clear-spring stew bubbled from within and seeped down to the table boards in spidery strings of clear ooze. He reached back, holding my deeply wedged arm in its place, while he ponderously rolled over onto his back, giving me better access to his fabulous body.
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Since up to then, I had considered myself to be very well-versed in the art of giving oral satisfaction, I affixed my clasping lips onto his leaking, fat link of granite. I had only pitched my head up and down a few dozen times on that rock-hard solidity, before I felt the inflating of his walnut-sized scumbag grow more solid against my crammed-in arm. I then pushed my free hand down heavily upon the flat area, directly above his cock, massaging against the bulkiness I could feel from my locked-in arm. Brian froze in place for a beat, while his body crushed velvet tissues tightly around my encased arm, in an immobilizing rigor mortis.
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Suddenly, gushing out from that meaty custard faucet, he spewed out shot after shot of his salty spunk curds onto my hungrily awaiting taste buds, battered with the frenzied wracking of his exuberant convulsions. Sweet, yet full-bodied, I relished the saltiness of flavor, unique only to Brian, when it slipped down my throat. Brian violently bucked and worked his frame around the arm firmly lodged in his concavity during this tremulous, riotous release. I was inside that locked constriction feeling purely devilish eroticism each time his embrasures were wildly contracting, releasing, contracting, and then ultimately releasing grip around my distantly embedded forearm. I was spellbindingly entranced by those ongoing involuntary, spastic, and sensuous squeezings. My hardness was physically staggering.
...His head beat back against the solid tabletop, making me fear he might cause injuries unto himself, or knock himself senseless. He clearly had bitten back his more ecstatic, audible pronouncements in an effort to not arouse the attention of the others outside the galley, or above board. When he eventually fell back in a total relaxation, formerly jerking muscles turned flexible and loose, I released him from my oral imprisonment with one last pull and, ever so slowly, withdrew my clenched ball of fingers from his sacked tunnel, as I wrapped stroking fingers around his hyper-sensitive, cream-covered shaft. This additional torment made him shiver with those shockwaves of over-stimulation. At the fists greatest width, when his molested tissues passed over my thumb knuckle, Brian blew out a string of wild expostulations and epithets in his own strange language, and then he finally settled into an apparent, melting swoon.
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I wiped the clean grease off my tingling bore and did the same to his puffy cove with a kitchen rag, wondering how he was able to be so devoid of any excretory material inside there, and then I gently allowed my curious hands to softly roam over his wonderful, manly body. His sexy odor was intoxicatingly sumptuous. He lightly crooned comfortably in his spent repose, residual man-soup dripping onto his belly button, which I licked up, not wanting to waste a drop of his special elixir. In a state of disbelief that this had not caused any pain, but to the contrary, had caused the greatest pleasure, I left the sated cook slightly snoring on the table, the most satisfyingly possible smile on his abundantly kissable lips. I covered him with his stained apron in my misguided attempt to endearingly preserve his dignity. I looked down at his supine form with some very mixed feelings, wondering how I could feel this depth of connection and affection within such a 34limited space of time. It had taken my entire youth to grow these similar feelings I had for Mark. Whatever that was, I was extremely grateful to my Maker for the chance to feel so close to another ardent human, again.
...It was seven bells and I wandered upward to see the complex activity of manning a vessel such as this. Barack intercepted me, and asked if I had spoken as yet with the Captain. I divulged the established appointment at nine bells. He replied, Truly, dat dunna permit ye much time ta prepare. I was at a loss to perceive his intentions. Then, he questioned me, Did ye observe what look like de bellows bag in de galley? If so, go retrieve it now. I obeyed, and upon re-entering the galley, I found Brian still driftingly semi-comatose. Such an innocent look remained set upon his beautiful face. After my return aboveboard, I was shown to the sterns poop deck, above the Captains cabin, to the portside of the steerage wheel. There, a terribly intriguing, sexy man was guiding the vessel with gargantuan hands seemingly even larger than Baracks. Over on the side, a bucket hung with coils of looped twine gathered over a strut. Barack hailed the lanky John over from the riggings. Barack instructed that I was to haul aboard a container of fresh seawater, which I did. Then, John did something strange, in that he unlaced a fly at the wide end of the bellows. He poured the clear sea brine in that closure. I was directed to crouch on all fours on the deck, with my hillocks up and to the rear. John tightly re-sealed the bellow and laced the opening tightly back up again with the string.
...Barack stepped away as John pulled off the holding cap and placed the blunt tube end of the accordioned bellows bag to my back valve and proceed to gently squeeze out the salty contents into my confines, in a guiding assistance to the natural downward flow of the sea waters. At first, the coolness of that water was sort of refreshing, and then I felt a slight cramping. Barack had me hold this liquid inside for as long as was possible. After several uncomfortable, gurgling minutes had passed, I was allowed to hang my tail across the rail and I expelled the mixture. Chunky remains from my earlier meals, a lot of air, and other various deposits, flooded out of me onto the rippling waves below, and then it dispersed in the ships wake, as chum for the scavengers.
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Barack left, and John cordially repeated this procedure several more times with me before the exiting river and trapped gases out of my irrigated canal were clean. It was an enjoyable, not altogether disgusting endeavor. I felt lighter and did not miss the heaviness so usual after my recent meal. Just to be sure there was not any untidiness, the ever-horny John sank in between my spread hams and ate my arse like some truffle-snuffling pig. Cleverly using a lapping tongue and tugging lips with a startling proficiency, my nether areas literally hummed with sheer indulgence from those truly delightful sensations of my membranes being treated so indulgently. The sexy ships pilot reacted with a thickened slab of tumescence at the sight of this, but he dutifully kept at his station. That primary obligation did seem to not keep him from sending several of his lusty winks at me, while licking his mouth obviously, in a comical parody of his wanton sensuality. I knew we would eventually connect with each other.
The Captain ~
Eight bells had rung some time ago, so I found my way down to the spar deck and ran into 35an ebullient young Scottish charge, who said he was named James, asking if he knew how soon it would be until nine bells. James had no sooner turned to find this information out, when those bells began to chime. As the setting spring sun reached the far horizon, I went immediately over to the Captains quarters, tapping lightly, twice, on the glass of the small double doors. He growled for me to come in. ...The Captain was seated on his hanging bed platform, leaning back on his elbows, sporting a raging, uncut hard-on, no longer, but far thicker than mine. He motioned me closer and patted on the wooden base beside him, the feather mattress having been rolled to the side, leaving a horsehair-padded base. Sensing this was not a man of too many words, instead of sitting as ordered, I took a big chance. I knelt between his furry, tanned thighs, tracing the knob of his outstretched club solely with my tongue, keeping both of my arms folded respectfully behind me. He merely uttered his softly noncommittal hmmph. I looked up at him, past the forest of the white, curly hair matting his tummy and barrel chest above bronzed skin, past a days growth of a frosting of grey stubble on his jutting chin and chiseled face, to see him riveting that one, clear blue eye, narrowly back down at me. ...Noting that there were not any sort of negative reactions coming from him, I began to start licking underneath his abundant foreskin overhangs and ran about in it with my quick-flicking circles, employing my eager tongue lodged into their confines. Again, I heard him rumbling out another hmmmm, though it was evinced with somewhat less of the non-expressive sound to it this time, plus this utterance was clearly a lot less grumbled. The smell of the steam arising from his pungent crotch area permeated into my nostrils, and I inhaled hungrily, like a dog that had been deprived of nourishment for several days. Then, I gnawed possessively upon his hardened meat, as if it was a tasty bone. It felt like I truly belonged here with him....I chewed and tugged on his overhang some, and then began to lick the sides from base to spout, heading further south with each tracing, until I reached his large ball sack. There, I suctioned one of his mammoth testicles into my driveling slobber socket. Then, sounds he made became more like a moaning, ahhhh. First one, and then the other chubby nugget, I washed and massaged with my spit-soaked tongue. After some time had passed I sensed his big hands on my scalp nudging me further on down beneath his sagging scrotum. The fragrances that assaulted me were heavy with his dewy manliness. His sweat, mixed with earthy exudence, filled my nostrils when I pressed my saliva-slickened probe up against his taint, creeping teasingly closer to the ultimate, highly sensitized target I knew that he had in mind. Leaning further back, he raised his one complete leg aloft, and then the stump of the other limb. Where his wooden peg had been firmly attached beneath the big ball of his knee joint, raw scars were visible now. His marbled asshole lips were completely viewable and openly exposed to me, so I went in for the kill. To be able to please this most manly of men, the new master of my destiny, was a reward that I carnally craved.
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For those next several long minutes, I chewed, licked, played, inserted and prodded with that out-splayed aperture, while his continuous grunts and whines of a helpless pleasure emanated from our ships strictly disciplined, austere Captain. His big bull-balls began to draw upward as his loose sac tightened, and I knew we were going to soon be approaching his seminal tumult. I thought I had him figured out, believing that I was going to be able to get away with this 36cursory sexual romp, by displaying my obliging obeisance. How poorly I had judged the Captain and his more convoluted intentions.
... Instead, with massive force, he reached under both of my dank armpits and easily hoisted my body up and around, landing me face down onto the wooden pallet beside him, width ways instead of length ways. Cuffs attached to the short hanging chains to the rear were strapped onto my wrists to hold them in place. My cakes and cock hung over the nearest edge of the beds platform. He bound my ankles far apart to the raised eyehooks screwed into the floor, normally used to keep the bed from swinging too wildly with the pitching of the vessel. I began to start worrying that I had, in some unknown way offended this stern, handsome controller of my future. He swung around a free chair from the side so that the Captain could face my splayed backside where I lay stretched out in complete vulnerability afore him.
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Leaning into me, he pried my fleshy melons apart, and then he flicked out with a tentative feel of my youthful ravine with his tasting licker. Apparently he liked what he found there, because he pushed his wetly testing poker all the way inside my hole, reaming around those hidden membranes, sending stark explosions directly to my brain. Using his roughened hands to open up my coffer further, like a fresh clam shell, he fully engaged my cleansed, pink newness, making gobbling, burping, slobbering sounds normally heard only during a drunken hunters banquet. He withdrew his plucker, and then he blew a lungful of his hot air into my loosened hole. This was a most odd feeling, but it did not last long, since he re-inhaled the heat-laden exudence back into himself. He continued this breathing of me for some while, and I grew to relax into the pressure, and less embarrassed by those farting evacuations of his breath which happened afterwards.
...Ending this first taste test, he perched back again in his seat, reaching for a decanter, filled with amber brandy, from which he took a long draught. He bent over onto me again and injected this burning liquor up into my recesses. After letting it settle, he then vacuumed it back up again, spitting the distillate entirely into me, several times, and then he swallowed the resulting concoction noisily, making his mmm-mmm sounds of an absolute pleasure. Finishing this, he turned to his right. Using a pottery vat of a slippery emollient which he had drawn forward from underneath the hanging platform, Captain Holtz began plugging this slippery muck into my exposed receptacle. Using first one, and then adding in another finger, he pushed dollop after greasy dollop of the putty into me. Then, he increased those fat insertions to three, and followed with four of his heavily worked, calloused fingers into my stretching harbor.
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I admit, I have had some large objects crammed into me before, but nothing so far had been the size of those knobby knuckles which were ineluctably pushing me out so excessively. With these planted probes lodged within my membranes, he would twist back and forth, as the roughened ridges dug into soft, sensitized tissues, sending out small joltings of sparkling energy packets unerringly to my brain. Little by little, he moved inexorably deeper until the prohibitive thumb ridge stopped any further progression due to its sheer immensity. For some period of time, he manipulated his flailing fingers all around inside of me, pressing in here, or vibrating around over there, retracting back somewhat, and then reinserting all the way inside to the thumb knuckle, again. 37...
At one point, he made me feel like I needed to pee, but that stopped soon enough. I felt my outer belly being pressed onto the wood-rimmed edging of the platform under those fingertips as the border pressed into my groin. Dick-drool leaked from me onto the floor while he kept up these sweeping explorations of my bowels. He stirred his mixers around inside of me as though kneading fresh dough. Apparently tiring of this, after some several minutes of delving, probing and wriggling, he extracted his greasy hand and lifted himself up on his nearby crutch. He hobbled over to that cabinet containing those variously sized wooden spars I had noted earlier.
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One by one, he pulled them free, and tossed six of them onto the carpeted floor by his seat, where they each landed with a hollow thudding sound. He also nudged the caged rat closer to the bed with his crutch. These unusual appearing spars looked like rounded wicket bats, with the handle grips separated by a ridge of wood acting as a partition, like on a grasp that is shielded from its saber. Their lengths ranged from about five or six inches, up to fourteen, or fifteen inches, with large, commensurate increases in their widths. By then, I was starting to feel the effects of the burning liquor he had spat up my ass, in the swirling spin of my tangled thoughts. I grew anxious, the more preparations he made for God-knows-what upcoming activities that would involve those round, wooden spars. I had a nasty inkling.
...Settling back down into his seat, Captain Holtz reached over the back of his chair, where some loops of thin leather coils were hung on the back rail. One of these rawhide lengths he dragged through the grease, and then pulling my hardened pisser backwards, towards himself, he teased around my small opening with the slick tip of this strip so that I became abundantly aware that he was doing something unusual down there. He slowly fed in the slippery leather thong up inside my urinary tract. He must have observed Baracks earlier incursions inside my crank with his tongues, and decided to replicate the action by his own method. This, in fact, burned slightly, but more, it felt fantastically erotic, though any pain was effectively muted by the increasingly drunken buzz brought on by the strong liquor I had absorbed from his earlier rectal spittle routine, which left me feeling only pleasure.
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I could sense inch after slimy inch invade my pee chute as he arrowed the pliable, thin strip into me. Finally, when this filament reached a ways past that point where my urethral tube turned into my body cavity, he took the other end and stabbed it in me alongside the first, until this, too, hit past the descent and was worked further up inside of me. I made muted, gurgling noises in the back of my throat which were brought on from the intensity of those increasing sensations, however, I did not want to discourage his exotic ministrations inside of my invaded organ. I was growing increasingly more aroused from his application of those cramming reamers. Each length rubbed against my most tender of tissues.
...Not satisfied just yet, the Captain took the remaining loop, adding some more grease to it, and then forced the widely doubled strands up into, and alongside the former threading, till it also hit the constriction leading far deeper into my chute. My sperm channel seemed as if it was packed to nearly its maximum. Picking up one more remaining, shorter strand of leather, Captain Holtz pulled my foreskin forward and he tied it closed over those leather packings, prohibiting any possibility of their slick exit. Another one of these lanyards, he 38tied around my down-pointing stalks hard base, tightening a sensitizing grip around those embedded leather strings, and then he used the remainder to separate and cinch up my orb hangers into tight, individual containers of skin. This exercise was far more extreme than those earlier tonguings by Barack, and roughly stretched my urethra out more thoroughly than he had done using his half-tongue.
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Working his hand, as would a sausage maker, he made every bit of that embedded leather rubbing against mucous tissues come alive, as he greasily traveled up and down my shaft, squeezing and pinching on those strips contained within. He rolled these flexible fibers around inside their confinement, against each other, and firmly against my tenderized chamber. My exploding nerve endings screamed volubly from the focused attention. With his other hand, he rolled and tugged out upon my bound scrotum, where both of my gonads were separately squashed and the scrotal skin covering them was stretched into a shiny and taut balloon. I almost gushed a frothing geyser at that point. But, I managed to barely contain myself, since I did not want to do anything which might possibly be disappointing for my new mentor, resulting from that obviously childish inability to control myself. My mind buzzed in fuzzy, eroticized thought blasts.
...After deliberating on my meat and biscuits for some time, as I squirmed under the birth of freshly cognizant sensations, he then reached down and picked up a wooden spar, which, although being the smallest, was larger than any normal mans cock. This, he coated with a lot of the grease, and eased its length into my cherished vault. Since this size was hardly too much for me at this point, I merely wriggled my bum about, to show my pleasure. He pitched this device in widening circles, touching the entirety of me available at that interior level of its depth. This stirring he did with a great enthusiasm. Next, after he yanked that first smallest one of these bats out of me, dropping this greasy one to the floor, he picked out the next larger spar and he waggled it, too, into my far recesses, repeating those same circular, contacting rotations.
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By inserting each of the smooth wooden spars increasingly growing dimensions, his prying into me with every new one became more and more of an additional effort on my part for me to be able to accommodate. When he at last settled on the very largest of those spars, having easily the circumference of a small cannon ball, and being nearly the length of my forearm, he forcefully powered the alarming object back and forth across the accosted flesh of my anus, wedging its ball end deeper and deeper into my innards recalcitrant opening. I was certain that this last pins insertion was impossible for me to wholly contain. But I would come to often find out, that Captain Holtz was a very patient, if not persistent, type of a man; a seafaring centurion.
...Reaching beside the vat of lubricant under the bed, he pulled out a small blue bottle. With his un-greased hand, he nimbly pulled out the cork stopper with his teeth, covering up the opened neck with a thumb. He placed this under my nostrils, and uncovered the opening. Having had two sisters who fainted with boring regularity at the drop of a ravens quill. I recognized the heady scent of smelling salts. Suddenly, my mind began to swim, as with too many spirits, while my heart instituted a drumming tattoo to put blue-skinned Scots to shame.
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To my incoherent astonishment that expansive final spar compellingly slipped over the last protesting muscles, and into the inflamed basin of my accommodating entrails. By 39then, the spinning drunkenness from the strong brandy was kicked into high gear by those vapors, and my mind reeled. That largest spars enormous width was tapered down with its circumference towards the wide handle retainer, which, in causing my swallowing hole to clamp down in reaction to the hellish size, slipped ever distantly into my intestines, until my butt cheeks were resting snugly on top of that wider wood partition to the handle. As my Captain did with the former swirling motions, using those smaller spindles, this object was so deeply imbedded within me, that each revolution could be felt, whenever that fatter end pressed the area directly below my rib cage and onto the horsehair pad beneath me, in the furrowing, tormenting revolutions. The harder pressure building against my shot bag was growing to be almost intolerable, albeit pleasurable, for me.
...Once reaching the furthest extent allowed by the spars construction, Captain Holtz slowly pulled that fattest spar back, prolapsing my grasping anal pore outward, till the balled end was almost fully withdrawn, and then he eased in its total length up inside me again. This taunting action he kept up repeatedly, slightly increasing the tempo with each new charge inward. Over those next several ensuing minutes, this frenzied pumping eventually turned into a tumultuous pounding that rattled all of my internal organs and set my rectum ablaze with the shooting strikes of ecstasy.
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All at once, he froze the missile in place, and moved that beguiling little blue bottle forward beneath my nose again, which supernatural fumes I inhaled enthusiastically this time, followed by the whirling, spinning of my loosened brains. After he re-stoppered the blue container, he immediately resumed his direct attacks more fiercely than aforehand. It felt like what an overtaxed dam must feel like after a non-stop, torrential downpour, with a dire urgency to explode and release with a flooding calamity all of the massively backed up liquid pressures. So was I similarly immersed within the constantly building, euphoric, fluid desire to breach my orgasmic, dammed constraints.
...Just as I was at the pinnacle, about to peak and pour, the greased spar was rudely yanked from my clutches and rapidly replaced with the Captains outstretched, porcine fingers on his lathered left hand. These, he drove into me, with a breath-taking ferocity that gave no chance for me to clamp and withhold from him my most sacred grotto. That great, widest breadth at his knobby thumb knuckles ridge, eased past my lax portcullis, up through my unguarded gateway, and surged into the safe, hot haven of my damp, castle keep. Inward he rose in my winding path until his wriggling fingers touched just beneath my ribs, and his formidable, furry forearm could force no furtherso I thought. Back down to my portal he receded where he fingered the area between my semen maker and water bag. I felt the panicky steam building in my groin to urinate. He then squeezed down hard on the top of my extremely full bladder bag, making my urgent need to drain wildly inescapable. But, he stopped doing this activity, moving deeply channelward again.
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He danced throughout my bowels in such a way that made the thin skin covering my ridged abdomen come into a bracing contact with that hard, padded support underneath me, making me feel as if I was filled with a reinless, galloping steed, or a snuffling, wriggling garden rodent. I finally got to gain the knowledge of the extreme pleasures enjoyed by Brian and those other mates who were engaging in this practice on the deck, earlier. Reaching even further into my left 40side, his hand reached to a point where I knew he really could go no further into me. I was not all that familiar with this seaward Belials thought processes, as yet.
...Out came that magical, little blue bottle, which contents I sucked up into my lungs, like a storm-driven waterspouts pull. The subsequent rushing drumbeats of my heart took over my thoughts. He made some turn, which then worked my sphincter down inexorably over his stout forearm, until my robust, youthful ass, expanded to well beyond any imaginable, natural limits, finally resting on the base of his flexing, balled bicep, elbow snugly against my trussed testicles. Waggling, waving movements from his buried, wafting fingertips echoed with the wild undulations of his corresponding movement with the musculature of that fantastically inbound forearm, now encased in my spasming, red-hot, gut-cocoon. I truly needed to drop my boiling seed badly, but the fierce pressures against my trigger spot were much too much to allow that type of reaction. So, I mimicked what I had seen our villages hogs do, and callously wallowed around with a glorious, drunken abandon on my Captains overwhelming driver, my blown mind bursting with Chinese fireworks and some iridescent Celtic geometricities displayed in eternal knottings.
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After his diddling, twitching dancing and twiddling of his thick fingers in me for some time, he slowly began retracting his humongous arm down to his fat wrist. I felt an unwanted hollow sensation in its place. No sooner had I wantonly tried to scoot myself back down onto his full-filling arm, as far as my bound wrists would permit, than another blunt instrument of his began to force its way in, alongside his thick wrist. I was too far gone in my need to grasp the import of this.
...The Captain was insistently sliding his weighty slab of rock-solid mans meat up inside my vibrating orifice, until it burst through with a noticeable plop, landing into the embedded cup of his waiting palm. My mind and brains flew out in several directions as cartwheels of comets spun crazily before my eyes. I gasped loudly, and then I whimpered. Wrapping his chubby fingers around his shank, the sexy Captain began with the stroking of his ample staked steak, internally. He slammed his lower torso hard against my cheeks, interspersing each thrust with cracking, flat-of-hand slaps on my bulging butt, bringing blasting heat to the raw surfaces he struck. Each of his passages set a rhythmic internal beating against my powder keg of semen.
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He reached his other hand between me and the bed pad, gripping my shaft and pulling it inside of that space with a synchronous, jerking, squeeze of death, knuckles impacting my lower groin, and thus on my prostate. This violent ramming within me escalated, and my ass was reaching that critical threshold with explosive consequences. With one final series of his rabbit-rapid dick kicks, I could stop those fireworks no longer. My seminal vent sprang belchingly open, issuing forth stream after stream of molten white lava into my tightly tied-off exit path, packing back up inside my tract the bulges of pulpy man plaster. I incoherently babbled out loud those unpronounceable names of the secret ones in their sacred language, in shrieking release after release. The Captain bellowed his own thunder, matching his apoplectic volcanic eruptions, bucking and slamming roughly into me, while shooting out his cannonade of volley after volley of the broiling incendiary brewage against my ravaged recesses. He had lost all semblance of his dour composure and he was nearly drowning out my own screams, which were resulting from those nearly 41painful fluid restrictions. The world tilted and slid off center into a light-filled abyss.
...Several long, excruciatingly ecstatic minutes passed by while the collapsed Captain rested, panting and sweat streaked, across my still heaving frame. His spent rammer was still in me twitching against my blasted inner tissues, free hand gripping my lance of flesh beneath us, in some apparent effort to keep himself from floating upwards in tumultuous madness. My mind spun in intoxicated breezes, which was an almost welcome relief from those wild cyclonic forces of my distillate furies. After the Captains deflating invader had plopped squishingly from my battered ramparts, he very slowly started pulling out his rampaging, knuckled berserkers from my jellified pit.
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I grasped the edge of insanity, pulling helplessly upon my confining cuffs, whilst he very imperceptibly moved back out, each furry hair of his arm triggering secondary waves of convulsions in me. His massive arm-plunger finally got itself past the thickest wedge of his knuckles when they passed over the brutalized skin at the outermost rim of my anal pore, pulling me upward and off of the bed. For several delirious moments, he teasingly played some scintillating touch and tweak games with my lolling, languorously ruined barricades using all our collective secretions for slipperiness. Each of his inner pokes was causing me to jump a little off of the platform in a series of my intense post-insertion shivering, out-of-control contractions and quivers.
...Captain Holtz leaned back and settled down onto his chair, taking several deep breaths to bring his pounding heart back to reality. I noticed, from the corner of my eye, that he was using his crutch to fish over to the platform the cage holding the large white rat I had seen earlier. Opening up the cage door, the wily rodent scurried over to where telltale drops of coagulating grease were, spunk and butt juice having puddled out of me and landed on the floor. With quick lappings of its long, gray tongue, the fat rat efficiently cleaned away the grungy drainage swill from beneath the platform. Captain Holtz reached down and finally released the collar of leather from the strangle hold on my genitalia, and then he undid the knot holding in the cum-filled foreskin. The second that knot came loose, the cascade of that gummy baby juice and hot sauces splattered from out of my aching barrel around the leather strands still choking the main channel.
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The pet white rat hungrily made itself busy, making a quick end to the mess we had created, and then it sat back down on its haunches sniffing at the air with its curious, twitching nose. Captain Holtz reached to the tip of my dick and docily mined out the four sloppy straps he had inserted there, which withdrawal resulted in the brilliant flashings of excruciating pleasure popping all around my eyes and my thoroughly plumbed drain spout. More of my rudely blocked cock-snot ran out in an incendiary, steady string onto the floor, which gave more gunk for that scrabbling pet to consume. Scrambling directly forward, the little, furry, white demon passed beneath my line of sight and escaped notice, until I felt a series of several butterfly kisses, and then I heard the sounds of slurping right upon the opening of my still discharging hose. I never liked rats, and Mark and I would always do nasty things to them whenever we caught one in the hayloft. However, the feeling of revulsion was tempered by the booze buzz.
...My horror at this event only increased when the beasts tongue excavated further into my 42slot, obviously seeking some more of the gooey treat it had just consumed from my earlier deposits. The tiny claws locked onto my dangling foreskin and levered into me. Deeper and more aggressively, the creature worked into my quivering crank, first inserting a cold nose and jaw, opening it, and thereby widening me enough for the things raspy tongue to extend an inch or more from the white, whiskery head up into my leaking tube. Inserting itself first, and then opening, inserting and opening, the evilness must have delved almost up to its eye level, where its whiskers were weirdly twitching, and then it stopped, licking and sucking out from the skin of my urethra any more flotsam issuing out from me.
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This sensation felt like hundreds of itsy bitsy spiders were crawling up my urinary spout, now quite raw from the scrapings by the strands of leather that the Captain had reamed around inside of me. Eventually satiated, the nasty rodent terror quickly withdrew its maw and it then bolted back toward its caged safety. But the Captain was quicker and grabbed it and held it aloft by its rough-skinned, bare, foot-long tail while it squealed and wriggled in an effort, though futile, to get free. As I said, the Captain was not to be denied. While holding the raucously noisy creature in the air by the prehensile appendage, I could almost hear as the wheels of the good Captains mind turning, churning out another novel idea. ...
Scooping up a full spoonful of goop, he covered the rats nervously bending tendril with that slick muck. As he pulled my overly sensitive root backward, he held the little mascot in one hand and proceeded to feed its bristly waggler up inside my tortured penile tunnel. Deeper and deeper still, it scoured my scratched tap until it passed fully through the curve leading onward to my internal organs. I knew that the complete, nearly foot-long length of the invasion was completely inserted, when the furry backside of that abomination was abrading the squelching lips of my re-inflamed, purple helmet. In its indignant agitations, the brute attempted to coil and loop around with its incarcerated strand, bringing far more carnal knowledge than I cared for to my recently drained package.
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The entertainment was over when Captain finally started pulling the wrinkly, twitching tail back out of me, only to poke it back in several times, enjoying the squirming and whimpering sounds I was making all the while, but he was hardly ignoring that I remained fully erect. He applied an outside pressure against the length of my piddle tube, rubbing the skin back and forth against that incarcerated, living appendage casting about inside of my confines. He did this for several excruciating minutes. Finally, when he was done engaging in that strange, creative sport, he pulled the jabbing tail quickly down and out, and then placing his lively toy back into its metallic cage, where it promptly commenced a licking of my tell-tale secretions off of its disrespectfully abused tail. I felt like I was disconnected from my body by then.
...Again, Captain Holtz sat back, gazing with his one unblinking eye at my breached young rump as it laid spread widely, the path leading into me completely, openly exposed, like a mares new birth channel after passing its foal. I could feel the nights cooling zephyrs as they were kissing my inflamed innermost membranes. Another novel idea must have been introduced to him by those evil specters advising him. A nasty smile curled his lips, and again, he reached for the vat of the slime. When he pulled his chair closer to me, my mind rebelled at what he did next. Scooping a handful of greasy glop from out of the container, 43he began smearing it liberally over the length of his thigh stump.
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My eyes almost popped out from their sockets when I saw what he was obviously planning to do to me, using his raw amputation. Emaciated though those muscles may have been from disuse, the knees bone joint remained formidable as any fist, and the remaining thigh sinews were intact. He lifted his good leg up and over my cushioning ass mound, scooting his unbolted chair right up next to the bed, tilting it back a bit. He pressed his greased knee knob up against my loosened sphincter, the remaining two or three inches of the stub hanging below moving up and down with his incessant flexing. First, the diminutive residual shinbone easily fell in through my bloated, open manhole. Then he began the ordeal of getting past the patella of the knee ball. I pushed down with all my might to relax what was becoming a ring of fire, whilst he also applied more and more force into me. He moved slightly forward, off more of his supporting chair for an even better angle of entry.
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Fractionally, but insistently, he was moving forward, as I began to sweat with the onerously ratcheting upward effort to relax. Harder and harder he coaxed his thick, slippery stump into me, settling his entire body weight behind the furry, scarred ram, using both of his hands on the bottom edge of the platform frame to gain some more purchase. My accosted bottom bravely attempted its admittance, but I was not sure that this new assault would be even possible for me to do with him, despite the earlier incursions, and resulting from my now swollen tissues.
...Just as before, when I believed no further advance was going to be plausible, the Captain lifted that bespelling little blue bottle with one hand, leaned limberly forward, and then un-stoppered the magical contents under my nose. I drew in all that was possible, exhaled the fumes, and I inhaled even more the next time, after which I fell into the mind-muddle that the mixture induced, hardly wincing as I felt the outré, all-consuming, occult enthrallment when my voluptuous ass cheeks snapped bravely over the thick knee ball of a sodomizing limblet. He then began to sink the rounded end of his amputation incrementally within my intestines, squeezing me outward to my wildest widths.
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I could feel as that thick lump of the leading bulge pushed my stomach downward after passing another inch inside of me. I was able to keep track of the riveting process as the probe made each incremental punch downward on the hard beds surface, under the shocking distension of my deep, engorged innards. Inch by fabulous inch, he walked the inside of my tummy up to my right ribcage. This heightened level of intensity made me start descending into an approaching sobriety. When the horny Captains masturbating grip upon his own turgidity slapped down onto my cakes, it could have only meant that he was fully ensconced inside of me, with the entire thigh lodged into my distant havens, and his complete upper thigh inserted up to his loins and my lower chest diaphragms borders at the sternum.
...Back and forth he pumped his raider into my tunnel, as if it was a horses cock, repeatedly squeezing more and more beating blood into my accosted man-seed container. I started to hump back with crazed neediness, while he unwaveringly drove himself barbarically all the more deeply within my heated moistness. That feeling of my inner, looping coils gripping tightly upon his sensitive, surgery-exposed nerves must have really flipped some chimerical personal lever within the Captains mind, because as soon as he kick-hit that ultimate base 44of my upper belly, I was forced to explode another shower of pent-up seed out of me onto the floor, and he simultaneously covered my shoulders and back with a full dozen spurts of his scalding nut butter.
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My conscious mind reeled off into the swirls of a foggy confusion, while I flailed about in the tides of madness that he induced around the embedded stump. I was craving more, and that packed-in limblet was transforming me into a thing with pure neediness. The pressure of his half-limb against my jam-packed insides was as absolutely mind warping and wondrous as anything I had witnessed, so far, during this strange and unpredictable journey I had initially, unwillingly embarked upon.
...Falling back down onto the chair, which now pressed against my bared leg rears, he laid his head back on the upper chair rail, and momentarily began a wheezing snore. My hole was still wrapped intimately around his severed leg, and it occasionally twitched up against my lungs while he slept. I could feel the steady heartbeats of the Captain thrumming with regularly pulsing cadences against my inner organs, keeping a somewhat syncopated time to mine. I, too, inebriatedly passed across into dreamless oblivion, connected wholly upon the Captain with his buried thigh bone.
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Some several hours later, I was sleepily awakened when two sharp raps were sounding at the double doors, and then sounded louder again. When the Captain had not stirred, the doors softly opened and big Barack slowly swung his massive head down into the door jam. After completing his quick survey around the room, those mischievous eyes alighted onto me, where I was laid, cuffed and tied in place, face down, and ignominiously harpooned on his Captains stump. A widening grin formed upon his darkly handsome face when he fully entered into the Captains room with a stoop to avoid the rafters. He gently tapped upon the masters shoulder, and when sufficiently roused, Barack whispered in his ear that it was his command at the tiller wheel.
The Crew ~
The Captain yawned and stretched his muscles, thereby lifting me bodily upwards off of the platform on his plug in me. Then, he scratched at his privates, still messily covered in glue-like crustiness from his orgiastic, penetrating forays. Barack, meanwhile, had stuck his head out of the door and he was handed a tray with a steaming liquid, being a heated drink for the Captain. After he took several quick sips, both the cup and the saucer were handed back to Barack. The Captain slowly started the lengthy extraction process, as he pulled his deeply buried joint from its entrenched confines. This removal from inside of me took him an inordinate amount of time, causing me to react with anxious excitement. Even more time passed in the extreme slowness of his withdrawal. I felt every hair of the Captains leg fur, as they individually scraped over my forcefully clamping rectal tissues. ...
My rectal membranes clung possessively to the stump as it withdrew, prolapsing outward. When I had almost believed his hefty leg had doubled in its length during the insertion, the behemoth knee ball was making a loud belching sound when it squelched out of my roiling rear entry. I felt my colon begrudgingly hanging onto that immensity, while cooler air was hitting distended tissues meant to be kept internal. I shouted out in my vigorous response to the greatness of the intensity when the tender lining still sucked and stuck affixed onto his exiting appendage. My butt hole must have surely looked similar to a pile of raw meat hanging outside of me, though it was probably more like the salivating openness seen in a 45newborn babes maw, hungrily awaiting the next filling of sweet gratification.
...While I was relieved to have the distension removed from my intestines, the abject sense of deprivation arose in me when my intestines pulled back to where they should have been. While the Captain used a washcloth from the basin Barack had filled with water from the ceramic pitcher to wipe himself down, Barack proceeded to free me from those cuffs and ankle ties. After seeking the approving nod from his superior, he swung my legs up and over onto the horse hair pallet, and then atop the feather mattress folded at the end of the platform. He rolled me onto my back, showing that my fulsome manhood was throbbing once again against my tummy.
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He stood by while the boss donned on his attire, such as it was: scarf, hat, waist band, peg-leg, and a different eye patch, a jaunty red instead of the former dark blue. The Captain passed me a grinning wink with his pale blue eye, lighted his ivory pipe, which I noted was a striking, carved image of his face, and he walked out to the bridge, closing the door behind. I envied that closeness which he evidently shared with the African giant, who was now stooping over me in the cabins low ceiling that they could fully communicate with each other, yet without so much as saying a word spoken aloud.
...Barack surveyed the detritus of the evenings engagement and then said in his wonderfully seraphic, booming baritone, his exotic foreign accent returned, Made de Captain to smile once again, I see. Yare ta be congratulated, lad. Capn Tom be a most solitary man wit enough tragedy ta overflow any normal mans cup. Fer me ta be seein him dat pleased is ta be treasured. What is it dat ye did, ta bring dis much sooting ta his tempestuous soul, eh? Give me anoter look see. Reaching down, he handily lifted both of my legs upward, exposing my thoroughly pillaged pocket. I was still tipsy from the alcohol injected rectally hours earlier and the after-effects of the little blue bottles contents.
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Holding both of my feet aloft with one mighty grip, he then inserted all four of his monumental, peaked fingers down into my steaming, pillaged, labyrinthine coils. I was grateful that he had thought to remove those various rings he had worn earlier, before arriving. Twisting them pleasingly to and fro, he pushed them further inside of me until his ham-hock knuckles caressed my spent sphincter. Withdrawing them, he lifted the ripened, sticky mess up to his succulent lips, and sucked them all clean of the rank, fermenting excretions left there from the earlier butt play. Ay hae always been fond a de Capn Thoms flavor. Dat, mixed oop wit de young boy sap, it be a potent concoction, indeedy. He let loose a laugh that was more like thunder, booming out in loud waves. It resonated within my depths and brought the predictable tingling in my loins.
...Reaching his free arm around my waist, he brought up my expansive opening to his dusky vermilion lips, and latched onto my soggily sagging swamp. All of the blood was rushing to my head, as I was held virtually vertical to the hanging bed, my head hanging just above his monster organ, which was now in its full, remarkable glory. This also gave me a good chance to see up close the detailed tattoos covering that part of his physique. The vein on the top of this expanding flesh was the size of my pinky finger, and that blood engorged 46rope was incorporated into the tattoos designs. I was just beginning to figure out what the pattern was when I became too distracted, as first Barack inhaled me, causing most of my entire recesses of red and pink membrane to juicily prolapse like an opening rose bud between his dangerously pointed teeth.
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When no more of me from my bowels could be coaxed outward, he stuck his two long tongues within those crevasses and worked them down into my void, withdrawing from inside of my mined hole as much of the Captains pungent effluvium deposits as could be reached. Then, exhaling like the ships master had done earlier, he blew a gushing pocket of air into me, bloating my tummy pregnantly outwards, as happens to a dog long-ago dispatched by a carelessly speeding coach. Pressing down on my belly, he jettisoned the air back up into his waiting lungs, doing this exhaling, and then inhaling routine several times, very similar to what the Captain had done the night before that I thought they might have practiced this technique on each other. My sleazy intestines felt nearly as open as the windy passage to the Loch Ness, but with a much sexier monster.
...When he was completed with this aerating cycle, he reached down and grabbed the vat of viscous scum from under the bed frame and covered his engorged, bovine member with it. Then, lowering my buttocks down onto the swinging pallet, with me on my back this time, my hands were left free to roam over the softly energized flesh of that statuesque, naked, black behemoth. I focused on twiddling the golden hoops through his tender, sensitized, nipple towers, at the same time as rubbing the tiny ridges of the skin on my thumb over the peaked points. He let out a pleasurable moan. Barack knelt down onto the carpet, and leveled his throbbing, slickened wedge against my pummeled, slack opening. Some time ago, I would never have believed it possible to plunge such a prodigious impaler into my guts, but again, that was some time ago.
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Then, his huge, dripping head and fat golden ring moved quickly past my formerly protective portal with a sensational spring. The forward, widest flange plopped through my greased gate, which abruptly snapped tight on the tar-toned shaft. He pitched his meat headlong into me, not stopping until his low hanging, weighty balls flapped against my back cheeks. There he held his ram, making it expand with blood and extended it further, until it knocked against the curtain of thin enteron muscles behind my ribs and forcing my packed gut outward in its gibbous convexity. This fantastic punching motion returned me into the heavenly fulminous fulsomeness of the former frolics from the night before. Hesitantly, after withdrawing a few inches, he surged roughly back in to his fullest inside me. My eyes glazed over while he repeated this far plunging and retreating, causing major entasis, until the incessant rhythm was hypnotic. Sweat he raised from these major exertions began to drip from his pores, and then run onto me. His smell was redolently aromatic, a clean, salty, manly odor that was divine. His sculpted, midnight black physique glowed in the amber light of the, early morning.
...Keeping the set pace constant, the limber giant leaned over nearly double and once again inserted one of those tongue tentacles into my tromped, raw, urinary tube. As he punched his grossly fattened slugger into me over and over, his half-tongue devoured those stinging inner realms of my stiff engorgement, matching in perfect synchronicity with the thrusting of his continental colossus. Just like with John, I was mostly jacked up and down onto his 47mighty shaft by his boulder-sized biceps, more than he actually plowed into me. I happily was simply the glutinous receptacle for his eventual inoculations of spurting, African male gook. More and more rapid fire penetrations, or rather bombardments, were pounded into me, as more and more lively his tongue tendril wormed around inside of my tumescence. Right when my whirling mind began to dissolve in blissed out satiation, burst after burst of his boiling rivers of jetting gism flooded outward into my highest chambers, and his tongue triggered the spasms of my own releases. These splurted upwards when he jerkily yanked his stabbing probe completely out of my widely opened spillway.
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The saltiness of my cum added new sensations to the exposed nerve endings lining the thrashed intima cells within my urethra. He sucked me dry, without the slightest of inhibitions, even as he spewed out his rocketing liquid blastings within me, humming and working his talented tongues about with his squeezing wrappings around my heated ingot of burning steel. These sensations must have been what the gods of Olympus felt when they originally exchanged their wine goblets containing the rarest ambrosia.
...I was so totally, incoherently enwrapped in my own convulsions of base, carnal rapture, I lost count of the volleys of our mutual seed spumes. Several more minutes elapsed after his last belch of sticky man-jam, while he gathered his scattered wits about him, a man so normally in control and austere in his mien. I could see he was shaken by the unexpected connection we had just mutually experienced. He licked upwards from my messy belly till he reached my lips, and this time kissed me with tenderness and true affection. I felt that same way and I kissed him back, my arms clasped snugly behind his bulls neck.
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Without uttering another word, he dexterously lifted me up, while I was still continuously, firmly affixed to his ample, humongous log, and then he laid us both down on the finely carpeted floor where he could fully extend out his Odin-like frame. He, too, began to lightly snore, while my colon continued to lock onto his pulsing shaft, totally buried inside my seething entrails depths. I carefully, gradually, lay back down, resting on top, against Baracks slate-hard thighs, with his slowly softening turret bending backwards with me, and then I found I had also drifted off in a welcome, securely pegged sleep.
...After some time had passed, a strong lurch in the ship, perhaps caused by a rogue wave, awakened me to find Barack arisen up on his tree branch elbows staring at me with that ominously dangerous gleam of his. His middle leg began to stiffen and so I responded in kind. However, instead of leaving his abnormal distension buried in me, he slowly lifted me off of its astounding length and girth, unlocking my incendiary bowels as the weighty corpulence ponderously snapped upward after its release. Hereafter, it sprung down onto his abdominal slabs with a wet splat, the large gold piercing gleaming brightly with his own inoculate and my anal secretions.
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He reached above his head and brought forward that ubiquitous vat and lay back with his head upon the floor tilted to look squarely at me. Ay do tink it be time fer ye and me hand ta become a wee better acquainted, he intoned with an obviously wily portentousness. I blanched just at the sight of that outsized mallet, and trembled at the concept of it burrowing into me. I knew there was no argument to be had with Barack, and frankly, I felt this was just another depraved sexual challenge to be 48taken on, which I was learning to crave. Besides, if the skinny John could handle it, then I wagered I could handle that bisection, too! I knew my shot bag was fully recharged now.
...He liberally applied great amounts of grease to his grasping hand, smearing more down his thick arm, showing ropey veins, in a spiders web of patterns, covering around the blackly glistening length of it. He motioned me forward and indicated that I was to sit down upon his enfolded fingertips. His extended arm, from the crooked elbow, was about as long as my entire leg so that I barely needed to squat before his fat fingertips brushed my awaiting chambers. I worriedly stepped forward when the coolness of the coated emulsion touched my wildly dilated, ever-hungry hole. I shivered from the recognition of what was about to happen. Goose-flesh rose on each arm, and then on the back of my neck I could feel those hackle hairs raise up. I did as Barack ordered, and sparingly lowered my quaking aperture down on his flexing pointers. His first touch inside of my steamy tissues was similar to the welcoming hearth. I could not wait to feel his total control of my body, imagining how it would feel to my outer hands when covering over the intervening layer of skin and muscle, as the massive ball of his palm and fingers explored around within my depths.
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He did not move his emplaced arm, keeping it perfectly still, until I reached the spreading point where his thumb joint denoted the widest part of that journey. I knew I could never accomplish this task on my own. And then, I spied the little blue-stoppered bottle where it had rolled under the Captains chair when he had dozed off after skewering me on his kneecap. His partially embedded hand went forward with me, as if he was some grand puppeteer, and I leaned back over to reach for that magical elixirs little blue container. I knew I was going to need that extra-sensory enhancement if I was going to be able to mount his thick, soot-toned pinnacle.
...Coming back to absolute vertical, I un-stoppered the tiny flask and inhaled the bewitching contents to my greatest extent and following afterward, holding it for the count of twenty. I offered the same sniff to Barack, which he obligingly accepted and inhaled for nearly the count of forty himself. My senses once again traversed across those known and unknown universes above our firmament, during which time that vast breadth of this giants hands insertion gradually was moving inexorably upward, and then surprisingly disappeared up in through the greatest widening my anal sphincter had, as yet, encountered. My mind reeled about as the painful and pleasurable discharges blazed out over and over again with their increasing, intertwining volatility. I felt the swirling tides of ecstasy strike away my shields and left only my ripeness and hunger standing alone. Down I sank onto that great mass of his bones and sinews, while those conical fingertips tormented my dire neediness of boiling flesh. My rebellious dick was ready to burst its banks from the sheer pressure of his total filling of me.
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After achieving nearly the halfway point to his elbow, a full arm length on a normal human, he paused. He slowly moved swayingly inside of my guts, his impalement forming a supportive tripod with my two squatting legs, so that he was nearly suspending me on his arm. His large fingertips pressed outwards, trying to push out on my billowing guts to their greatest possibilities. These protruding fingertips he traced with his free hand doing an intricate pattern of dips and curves, not quite as ticklish, but tormentingly sexual. 49Often, he would just cup the entirety of that pregnant bump in the heat of his outer palm, gently massaging the waving, swimming, inner impalements. Other times he beat a light staccato drumbeat, each finger striking its matching mate on the inside of me in a sort of aboriginal, primitive rite of passage. My breathing grew strained, and I felt my entire body flush from the excitement. He stroked up and down from prostate to sternum in a matching dance.
...I was in some ethereal place beyond any description, totally possessed by this otherworldly being. Baracks haunting, mesmerizing gaze almost never left my face, but finding the vat on his side, he shoveled out a ball of slop, and unexpectedly coated my right arm up to the armpit. Again, as would a master puppeteer, he forced me over backwards with that deep, implanted limb, in order for me to gain access to his own hungry butt-snatch. He lifted up one burly leg over my torso, to aid on this endeavor. My greasy arm had only just begun to trace the outer, dampened wrinkles, when Barack grabbed my elbow, then pressed me impatiently through the puckered aperture. I slid easily into him and continued on upward without surcease until, indeed, my bicep was interred in his steaming cauldron. He let out with a voluble crooning as I cast about in his scalding sanctuary, while his opened ass-halo was tensing and releasing its scalding, circular vice upon my flexing bicep.
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Using my left arm, I pulled his center pillar up to my lips and sunk my whole tongue into its grotesquely widened, oozing slot, assuring that the golden adornment was safely lodged into my side cheek. I needed no chipped teeth. Yet I could only barely stretch, even my appropriately trained jaws, around the extremely broadened head, and settled in on licking the thrilling enormity of the body of it that I could reach. While I bathed him with my slather, I used my middle finger in place of my tongue, and then worked in, to the ultimate third, bottom base knuckle. My own tube-steak was too far for even his supple maneuvering, so instead he used what was remaining of the grease, coating this onto his hand slab, and encased my comparatively diminutive rod in a slow, erotic, pumping pleasure. His rough thumb skin sanded across my sensitive knob and puffy dick lips, keeping it geared into the same time with his slow, downward, intense strokes.
...We established a mutual rhythm of his giant hand plying deeply against my bashed, internal organs, as I did his, my longest finger jabbing far into his broad urethra, as his hand jacked my turgidity. Looking down, I could see the imprint of his mining fingers as they collided with my outer skin contours, shaking, jostling, pumping and protruding, so I did the exact same maneuvers he did, in a partnered minuet. This went on for some time until I felt his vise-like anus begin to squeeze tightly on my upper bicep, in a spasming kiss, even as that logs-head started to swell around my encased digit.
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This magical sensation also sent me over the edge as well. I twitchingly withdrew my embedded finger, and we both cracked through the veil towards ultimate elegiac surrender. Then, we simultaneously convulsed into our epileptically explosive orgasms, incoherently raging at the heightened altitude of runaway sensations, blinking lights, rushing sounds, and our mutually clenching viscera. We coughed out blast after blast of our masculine gunk in massive, heaving shudders with major contractions and expulsions. Higher and higher, our spiritual breeding arose with its 50enhancement when those ultimate, roaring crescendos were approached in the waves after waves of sparks, and keenly sensed, interminable mind-washes flooded through and over into each of us in exactly the same measure, neither perceiving a reason for us needing to hold back our raw, exposed needs and pleasures. I believe it was then I finally understood why it is referred to by the Normans as the voir les anges, the voice of angels.
...We both loudly called out with our epithets and imprecations, roaring out strings of some indecipherable obscenities, vociferously matching the levels of intensity building, blasting, bursting, yet again, and then using sounds from coming out of any cosmos which mankind had ever heard about. After the final inundative ascension to the ultimate plateau was hit, shattered, violated, then minutely dispersed, the downward spiral ensued through whiteout fogginess of focuslessness. Never has any frenzied capitulation been more profound, or as sublime for me.
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I was transported onto static-borne wings to an easy Eden of happy, total engagement with every part of my being, as though I had discovered a critical part of me I needed to survive, yet never had been consciously aware of its loss, before then. It was as if this type of total connectivity was what I was born to find and unquestionably why I had been created. I lost track of the time or space. My sacked body was wracked with violent rendings and wildly residual tremors as that hideously wonderful, plow-headed thing inside of me slowed those outrageous internal somersaults to a slow wafting of my sloshing inner realms, which was then causing my packed tummy to move around like gentle swells on a becalmed sea in a raunchy replication. Time drifted by un-noted.
...Sooner than desired, once marginally returned to the present, Barack reached across those glistening hills and valleys of his great abdominal washboard, and smeared all our spoilage together, which he then repeatedly scooped up and swallowed down in great enjoyment. After this hearty ingestion, he reached down between his oaken thighs, letting loose a sigh tinged of regret, hinged on duty, and slowly extricated my miraculously encased arm from his clutching gut-glove. My skin tingled with needles of returning circulation and the loss of him. Lifting me up and totally off the ground on Baracks own deeply rooted forearm, propped against his mighty bicep, he held me in place, cradled across his sex-sweaty, wet pectorals and carried me in this fashion, sprouting from his entombed limb. His free arm wrapped around my back holding me like a well-indulged child. He removed me from the Captains quarters, heading down to the bunking location. Wide-eyed observers looked at us, speechless in their friendly, unabashed surprise and envy.
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Gently laying me into the embrace of my own hammock, he began the process of disjoining our conjunction. This took some time, because my overtly strained elasticity did not want to release its life-supporting engirdling. Seeking into his waist garter, he withdrew that miraculous little blue bottle and then set the opened spout to my nose. It took only a few seconds before my mind and my embrace relaxed, and the bell-shaped hand plug squelched with its shimmying hugeness from in my wedged-to-maximum guts. Again, I saw rainbows of stars shooting across my unfocused eyes, while that superbly intense feeling returned when Baracks impossible hands width crossed ponderously backward across my shattered threshold. At long last, just the final massaging tips of his prodigious fingers remained playing with my roiling inlet. I truly did51not want this stupendous moment of blinding excitation to come to an end.
...He left them there as he pulled up a nearby stool with his finely shaped foot and lowered his magnificent torso onto it so he did not have to keep nearly folded in half under the low ceiling. We be needin ta talk, he began. Ye be most fortunate ta have ye a sponsor such as de Earl, ta care enough about yar fate ta permit dis here ocean-bound assignation. I disbelievingly looked back with obviously confused and dubious eyes at what I had just heard. All be not as it first appears aboard de Launchward, me young scalawag. John, our playful partner, ever in his heat, be in de reality, Sir Jonathan Williams, rightful heir ta de Duchy o Cumberland. And James, o whom yed asked de time dis evening, be de Sir James Caysur, de first born son o de Duke o Edinburgh. Odders aboard wit us be de Baron Claes Loven, first born son o de Royal Scandanavian Monarch, who be up at de wheel whilst ya prepared yeself fo dis here evenins engagements; Baron Leon Lambert, o notable Belgian royalty, be in de crows nest, a scoutin our way; an dere be Viscount Charles Forrester, whose fadders realms include lucrative holdings in Brittany, be one o de talented gents who escorted ye aboard in yar ignoble gunny sack. Ye fine compatriot, our chef, Brian, be in actuality, Birnaman alb Akar, firs in de line ta rule ober de Moorish Sultanate o Nort Africa. Even de Captain be in fact de renowned Sir Thomas Lipton Holtz, ode extensive Dover-Holtz estates o East Anglia.
...He continued, despite the flabbergasted look on my face, Ay, meself, be de Royal Prince Barack Makimba Ronkaba Otama o de mighty Benin Empire, me despotic fadder bein de rutless Emperor heself. I be not so fortunate as some o de odders, and Ay had ta escape under de cover o darkness, leavin behind me dearest partner an true love, Derek, lettin all ta tink I be deceased, in order ta avoid de furder possible persecution o me soul Orisha twin an friends. Deesfahn gold ankle bracelet be his gift to me an Ay wears it always.
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Each o dese odder, mo luckier gentlemen here ha been allowed ta escape de constrictin servitude required o nobility, ta seek deir own individual fortunes, wit de blessins of deir parents, like ye ha got. Recognizin de inability ode unwillinness o deir heirs ta fulfill de requisite social obligatns, dis floatin alternative be set in place many decades ago by somebody who be very similar in de tastes an desires ta ye. He name yed reckon as de well-known sovereign who be tought ta ave perished in de olden crusades, but instead, followed he true nature onto de high seas. De contrivance be ta enable us an acceptable alternative ta de strictures dat ye an de odder fellas o privileged peerage rebelled against. Once recognizin de fortuitousness odis here opportunity, each o de crew ha accepted he lot, an relinquished what rights an more distasteful obligations o deir birts. Instead, we be fully enjoyin our truer compatriotism an commingled fortunes, as well as de frolics ye be a witnessin earlier.
...My eyes were beginning to glaze over with the wealth of information Barack was abruptly unloading on me. He said more, But, ye make no mistake, whilst we follow de pat o de joyous sexual freedom, de Captn necessarily runs hisself a tight ship, an any individuals rebelliousness be no tolerated. Dere be jus no place here fer any o de pretentiousness o 52former rank o privilege. All be equal, or be lef behin. Ye mayhap orheered de Capns response ta indignance an de hollow treats based upon a supposedly higher station in de aristocracy. Jean, Count di Castella be castin his lot wit de sharks an whales a result o he arrogance whilst bein towed behin. I extend ta him an he attitude, de best wishes o me wishes. Ifn he still be not comportin ta de great gifts ta be gained aboard, he be left ta fend fo heself at de first landfall. Now, me excellent new frien an mate, from what I see o yar behavior so far, I do believe yell fit right in wit our bredren o de Launchward. So, ye sleep, fo today to be a busy day fo ye o needed trainin ta hol up ye share o de bargain. With all that said, he rose, planted a wetly intimate kiss on my sleepily grinning lips, and stooping through the too-small breezeway, and then went to his own chambers. I had so much to think about, but I guessed it could wait till after resting. I needed to go to my dream world in sleep more than I needed clarifications. Whatever those results were, I was certain that this was what the philosophers referred to as a hinge moment. I knew I would gratefully never be the same after these unpredictable experiences.
...The day began, the entrance to the sleeping chamber lit up and stretched luminous lengths of yellow rays across the darkened floor, making room for the reflection of the new day through the portal. Each of the door supports were huffily fringed in white, which might otherwise have spoiled the lines of a perfect ex libris for the book of this burgeoning life I fell into, were it not for the mood of exhilaration and peacefulness wending the pathways of my oceanic incarnation that only saw flawlessness in every facet of the upcoming day. I could not recall having a more welcome morning in my life, nor did I recollect ever having warmer memories than those images floating across sleepy eyelids from the former nights activities. Thoughts of our intimate, excruciating closeness revived with the constant slap, slap, slap of taciturn night waves, birthing those constant motions of the Launchward in its cradling rocking. The sloshings were the only comments that the enveloping ocean made upon we humans riding across its sensuous back. Yet, before I even budged, my hardness arose from the glutinous encrustations of my ribald acts with Captain and First Mate with fond, blood-engorged indulgence born of affection and sexual greed.
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I slipped out of the hammock to meet the eerie casualness of the new culture surrounding me in an embrace of absolute physical pleasure and emotional security. Only on a rare occasion did Mark run down the steps of a chance déjà vu in the fleeting similarities to our former lustfulness, but he did not turn his head to me. Time and time again, he hurriedly appeared in the marginal melancholy of my life, or interrupted my heavy dreams with a deserved rebuke, but these ephemeral encounters were without influence in the least on the basic text. I had found a peace not known since my Mother died.
...For the next several weeks, my camaraderie and absolute affection for that brotherly crew of the Launchward steadily grew. I returned for many more nights of inventive pleasures with Captain Tom, who actually took a special interest in me and taught me a good many of the intricate navigational skills he possessed. Barack was even kind enough to grant my birthday wish to make a match to his tattoo, which extended the circumference around his upper arm. I proudly displayed our matching symbols of our blossoming brotherhood. He taught me a few simple words in his odd language, as did the other crewmembers. I was a53quick learner, and a grateful one. Most of all, I grew in close attachment to Brian, whose calm demeanor and sexy manner won over my heart. Often we spent our exhausted nights tightly wrapped up in each others arms, the work of running a ship being not all that easy. I thought less and less of Mark, though I remained far from ever forgetting him altogether.
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Several group activities took place on a regular basis with various members of that crew, and I learned about many new erotic activities to enjoy with the brave men plying the seas. I changed my attitude regarding my father, realizing, with Barack and Captain Toms help that he was doing the best he could with was he had to work with. My rebelliousness did not help him move on from the loss of his beloved wife. I grew to understand, that every time he saw her face in mine, he felt the sharpness of the loss of her all over again, alcohol being the only escape he could endure. My crazy sexual nature did not help matters much. So I learned, forgave and grew, happy that the circumstance had turned a mean gruel into a tasty stew. My new friends celebrated my 18th birthday, on June 4, 1550, with a bang. Well, actually, there were several bangs to be had.
...One midsummers evening, near to the end of July, I saw darkening clouds forming on the distant horizon. I soon found that all had grown aware of the approaching storm, and had begun to make the necessary preparations, furling or reefing the sails, and battening down all the hatches. Night fell as the waves began to grow in size and winds grew in strength. Soon, all were ordered by First Mate, Barack, below deck to ride out the tempest. Squall lines of rain began to fall in sheets, and the hardy ship creaked and groaned as it rose, and then crashed into the troughs between watery peaks, pitching and rolling with awful noise and fearsomeness. Worries grew apparent on the faces of the men, and Brians efforts at serving a meal were thwarted, so that some cold jerky and a fruit had to suffice. Most of our stomachs were probably unable to handle too much, anyway.
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The only soul not safely locked below was the wheelman, the dashingly handsome Claes Loven, who was lashed to the steerage, to keep the bow from being hit broadside by those mountainous onslaughts. Since he needed his sustenance, too, I stupidly volunteered to take up a container of wine soaked bread up to him. I had barely gotten aboveboard when a rogue wave slashed away my footing. Even though I was tethered by a sturdy safety rope to the deck hatch, I was smashed into a lashed down barrel holding the remaining bulk of our stores of apples. The ferocity of the wave, plus the momentum of my own body, ripped that barrel free, severing my own lifeline, and we both rolled, in what seemed like slow motion, to the side rail, then we were forcefully picked up and washed overboard, before I even knew that the deadly event had happened.
...I wrapped my arms through the chafing rope handles on that barrel, and hung onto it for dear life. While I was an average swimmer, this made me terrified. Like a lone leaf being blown about in a hurricane, I was tossed to and fro in the crashing waves, while lightning showed me the last glimpse of the Launchward when it had completely disappeared in the obscuring, awful night. I could not stop swallowing the salty water whenever I would try to catch my breath. I was absolutely certain that this was how my story was going to end. How long I was lost and tossed about in the enraged clutches of old Neptunes domain, I 54really cannot say now. But after what seemed like an interminable time, the sun rose onto an eventually becalming sea.
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I floated adrift all that day, and then the next, and the next after that. At night, the sky was ablaze with the myriad bank of twinkling lights overhead, some blazing as bright as lighthouse beacons. I ate some of the remaining tart apples from the barrel, caught one or two flying fish, somehow, drank the fresh water from the barrel, and then I lost all track of time. I spent my wakefulness with hopeful prayers that those beloved mates aboard the Launchward had survived the tempest, missing my dear mateys, remembering all the good times with them, and the times I had with Mark. I wondered if my saintly cousin Sally Ann had ever married well, and whether or not my old man would ever be able to find another wife, or someone at all, for him to love and tame his rages. I realized that I was falling into a dangerous despondency when I could think thoughts that kindly about somebody as crusty and mean-spirited as the Earl. I slept fitfully, securely tied to the barrel straps.
Chapter 3. My Life Beneath the Sea.
The Merman, Kirk~
On a day sometime indeterminably later, maybe a week or so longer, when the temperate ocean was smooth as glass, and the sun grew nearly unbearable, though I appreciated the heat, I saw a sharks fin approaching me in the water. I tried to place the barrel between us, but soon recognized the futility in that. Another triangular fin and another appeared. When my heart was close to bursting out of fright, the dolphins jubilantly leapt out of the water, in unison all around me, cavorting and dancing, making their beeping and mewling noises. I trembled from sheer relief that I had been provided with another reprieve from an early ending to my brief life. Soon after their flashy, splashy shows of joyful abandon, which games lasted surprisingly long, they disappeared. An hour or two later, I thought I saw a mans golden head breaking the water some ways off. That was when I recognized I had grown delirious, and that the ending of my intriguing life was surely not too far off. That golden head disappeared beneath the surface and then mysteriously reappeared only a dozen of Henry VIIIs feet away from me.
...Even though I knew it was a mirage, and that mermen were only mere myths, I could not help but admire the beauty of that face staring curiously back at me. Hairless, with what appeared to be gill slits behind his flat, pointed ears, his full-lipped mouth melted into his unhumanly wide smile, showing to me his solid line of flat, short, white teeth. Again, he sunk beneath the water, leaving no trace of his existence. But moments later, he slowly rose up again in silence, only two or three feet away from me this time. This surely seemed real, but most hallucinations did, I knew.
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Out of the mouth of this apparition came a high-pitched shriek that caused my ears to ache. This noise was followed by a burble of chirps, and then there was a long tone of varied singsong intensity, as if he was more a bird than a fish. Around me, another, then another golden head broke the flat waters surface. When there was a group of six or eight heads of those most stunningly attractive fish-type men visible, a chorus of twittering calls and responsive sounds was exchanged between them. I gathered that this was growing into somewhat of a heated debate among them, beginning 55when that original swimmer made something akin to pleading noises, to which each of the others vociferously replied with their definite, vehement responses. His begging grew to be whiny and pouting. At this wheedling, those others in disagreement seemed to give up with a bored indifference, whether real or feigned, I could not discern.
...Eventually, this type of conversation settled down and the first mer-visitor disappeared below the ocean surface while the others murmured (squealed) between themselves. My apparent champion reappeared with an immense, clear bladder made from a fish gut or a jellyfish membrane. I felt a sort of pushing inside my head and I saw a picture form of the use that this air bag was to be put to. He made it known, without speaking aloud, that I needed to slip this air-filled balloon over my head. With my alternatives being as limited as they were, and fervently hoping to myself that this was not still some fantasy concocted by my deranged brain, I complied. Through the nearly clear surfaces, I was directed to let loose of my lifesaving barrel and I got a mental picture of it floating away. As unnerving as this was, I did it, and I watched as the one thing that had stood between me and certain death drifted away from me. For a few panicky moments while I tread water, I became paralyzed with my fears. But soothing images of warmth and safety soon appeared in my thoughts.
...I was gripped by flippers, where hands would otherwise have been, and then my erstwhile champion pointed down into the depths. I knew exactly what he intended, yet my addled mind rebelled at the idea of diving to my death. I suddenly got a picture in my head of a peaceful, unthreatening descent into a lovely place of gardens and platitudes. That, along with the beatific look on his angelic face which was so reassuring, I felt I should trust him. So, down we went, with two well-defined swimmers on either side of me, using their hand flippers locked onto each of my biceps, and their other free flippers were used to hold that large, clear bladder of air in place over my head, while their three powerful legs shunted us below the watery surface.
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I looked again and indeed, they truly had three legs churning us deeper and deeper. Further and further into the blackening abyss we swam, or rather they swam and I was dragged. At first, the darkening, surrounding waters grew ever colder the more we dived down. The dwindling surface lights were becoming flickers in lazy beams, but the illumination constantly grew dimmer around us. And far worse than this hazard, the deeper downward that we went, the more the large air bladder was contracting from the increasing water pressures, and the harder that my attendants had to struggle in order for them to keep it in its place over my head. Throughout this scary descent, I honestly was trying my level best not to completely get freaked out from my qualms surrounding this unknown exploit.
...Just as my ears were about to burst, and the pain was about to go past my tolerance levels, the water began to warm up and a glow appeared just beneath just us. This glow resolved into a fantastic sight of elaborate stone buildings, tall statues, gardens of wafting sea plants with every colorful shade and hue of the rainbow. Illuminating growths were locked onto exposed surfaces which lit up the scene with a pale green luster, and innumerable, similar 56beings to my golden escorts, busily swam around the site. Tiny bubbles rose everywhere from vents in the cracks and crevasses of the oceans floor. My splitting ears were given some more time to adjust to the depths as we glided parallel to that unfolding, remarkable bottom scenery. My guide pointed to an opening in a nearby rock escarpment, which we then aimed towards. It was getting more and more difficult for me to breath, and I started to panic. I thought that there would not be enough air for me to last down here, assuming these mer-people might not know the underwater breathing limitations of a regular human. Or perhaps I was part of some sick joke that they played on lost humans who ventured too close to their secretive home....Just when I had resolved to kick myself free, and take my chances back up at the surface, we arched down into the dimly lighted cave opening, and then we went back up, breaking through the surface of a shimmering pool. I yanked the nearly collapsed bladder off of my head and I took in a deep breathes of stale, but viable air. The others in their pod rose up through the water in graceful, upward leaping dives, each landing wetly on the sides of the entry pool in a practiced manner. I was then able to get a better look at my new hosts by using the dim, but sufficient, eerie glowing coming off of some lichen-like ceiling growths. While their upper torsos had fine, almost invisible little scales making up the skin covering over their muscularly defined bodies, these scales grew in size a bit larger on their sides as descending towards their waistlines. Their arms were apparently made of cartilages, since they could move them about in odd ways, incapable by someone with stiff bones, like me. Instead of them having a single flanged fin-tail extending below the waist like the dolphins, there were three appendages, the two larger of which had long webbed fins in the place of feet. ...
The smaller middle fin wafted to and fro, seemingly with an independent mind of its own. This center appurtenance, with no fin apparent, was somewhat smaller than those other two, and it had sort of a bluish-silver tint, while the two longer ones had more of a greenish-gold color, which grew greener in shade as their lower flippers were approached. But, their entire bodys were quite shimmery and had a reflectively metallic luster. Their muscle-plated upper torsos were far thicker and broader than a chest on we land-lubbers, but they were much sleeker in other different areas, like with their hips and waist, though the butt area was bulbously round. These extra-sized chest muscles must have been of a great assistance for them when they were navigating about within those stronger currents of the ocean, including my escort.
...While I was doing my examination, they, too, were taking curious notes of my nakedness. With hisssy sounds of dismissal, all but my original visitor quickly leapt into the water and disappeared beneath the surface. Then, I looked around to see where we were. I was in a kind of large grotto, covered in tiny quartz crystal growths that picked up the dim lights of the lichen-type growths, dispersing it evenly. Around me, the floor surfaces were covered as far as I could see with marble, alabaster, gold and silver statues and cups, while elegant chairs and tables scattered about the spaces were all inlaid with semi-precious stones plus mosaics.
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Opened trunks and chests were overflowing with innumerable necklaces made of round pearls with different colors, thick gold chains with pendants, and there were carved 57clear crystal goblets atop the stashes of jewelry. Fabulous renderings made from ivory and ebony lay strewn about, everywhere. Tall stacks of gold coins and bars tumbled out from inside of a room or nook against a far wall. What unfathomable wealth I was seeing made all of those fabled riches of the Knights Templar look like spare change. I assumed, since this was their undersea domain, any foundering vessels loads of riches would inevitably become a part of their largesse. I looked back in a nonplussed awe toward my new friend, who had kept steadily watching me take all of this in, with his immense, amber-tinted eyes. That surrounding fortune was obviously of no value to him, hence he looked only at what was, and clearly from his expression, that was me.
...He pointed his fin to himself and he said something that gutturally sounded like, KKuLLk KKmmBBlll. To my ear, I translated this sound into the name, Kirk Kimball, who was a blue-eyed Scottish beauty I had once lusted after at the University. I pointed to myself and said, James. I figured that would be hard enough without trying to include the more difficult sounds of my complete name, and I was right. The closest he got to saying it was something like Cchulms. He stood up, and I followed suit, but he motioned for me to sit back down. He gestured to the pool, and then swung his fluke back up to me, which I took to mean he would leave, and then return back, when the vision of that precise action appeared to me. I waved my hand at him in understanding. He overly widely smiled, and did a perfect back header into the depths. I got up to find someplace to properly pee, and marveled at their great abundance of the rare, extravagant objects I was seeing here.
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This amassing of treasures no doubt extended over several centuries, or even the millennia. I released myself along an unencumbered wall, and then I came back to the dark opening by the entry pool. I found some soft, silky material in one of the trunks, and then lay down, with that as a pillow. I quickly dozed off, since the rigors of being adrift on the ocean, the fears for the fate of my departed former crewmates, and my steadfast concerns about this new, current predicament, were too overwhelming for me to handle just then. I had only lightly dozed while adrift for several days, so I slept heavily. There was no way to judge how much time had passed by during this necessary slumber, but it felt like it was quite a long while to me in my desperate state.
...When I awoke, Kirk sat studying my face, webbed toes moving up and down in the placid pool creating tiny waves. A polished stone crystal tray with several things on it lay beside him. The first looked like a pile of tiny, round, brown balls, another like limp greens, and a final, like boiled fish with yellowy stuff on top. I had learned, during that voyage on the Launchward, to eat first, and then ask questions as to its source. My English diet left a bit to be desired, if bland is to be considered boring, and I did. I hesitantly took a bite of that brownish stuff and found it to be superb, caviar-like fish-eggs. The green junk was a tasty kelp-type of dish, warmed to tastiness, and the meat was exactly as I had assumed, though this particular boiled fish with special seasonings tasted wonderful.
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I rapidly ate all of this, down to the last morsel. Kirk had brought along an ancient looking, decorative amphora, containing a sweet, peppery wine to wash it all down. This drink must have been strong, for it gave me an immediate buzzing in my ears, and my face flushed heatedly. As soon as 58I had finished chewing on the last clumps of the repast, Kirk reached towards me with an outstretched hand flipper. It was aimed at my crotch region, and I got a scene of it gently caressing my sex organ. That middle tentacle of his seemed to grow in width and solidity, so that its function became a lot clearer to me. Even so, this frontal tail still weaved and ducked about in curious distraction. In response, I reached toward this thickening, third, lower limb, which seemed to angle in towards my hand.
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His touching upon me was much warmer and drier than I assumed it would be, and I responded immediately with a full-on boner. His large, prehensile tentacle was rubbing itself warmly against my palm, and the soft, scaly skin covering inched backward allowing a bright, pink knob to appear from in the folds, and this was covered in some type of spongy bumps. Overall, its uncovered part grew to about a foot long. The total length of the sheathed and bare parts of that reptilian trunk together, must have been around an awesome two feet and tapering from the width of my wrist to my forearms thickness. Just as I was getting the mental view of him orally engulfing my hardness, a loud splashing occurred at the entrance to our private grotto.
...Up and out of the pool shot another mer-man, who landed with perfect balance upon his long foot fins, a few yards from us. Abashed, Kirk jerked back his feeler and scooted a bit away from me. A rush of images clouded my vision, and then resolved into a clear figure, identical to the one standing before me. This figure projected, rather than spoke ideas and concepts. I first noted that his name was a fishy label that came close to Willum Okonl. He was more white-grey than the gold of Kirk, and he, seeing this thought, showed me a picture indicating he was, in fact, centuries old. I said my full name out loud to him, and he bowed just a bit. More of his clear images began to flow into me, and I realized that he was explaining to me exactly who they were.
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Apparently, several thousands of years ago, these were a race of peoples who occupied a lost land called Atalantis, Eden, or Paradise, depending on myths handed down by the remaining land dwellers. These populaces were brilliant scientists and early traders around the globe. I got scenes of dealings: many red-skinned tribes called the Tenoch; with a yellow-toned people called Chn; among the blue-hued warriors he called the Ygg; interacting with many deep-green hunters named Luba; joining together with some orange builders called Ra; and enjoying some dark-indigo storytellers called Dravid. I saw that the land of the Atalas, which also was the appellation of their peoples, was called Gondwana, and its entirety was slowly sinking into the ocean. I watched as the many fruitless years were spent looking in vain for some solution to maintain their homeland, to no avail.
...Then, an off-world race of purple-colored peoples came to educate them. Amongst many of their revelations, scientific and otherwise, they indicated that there was a certain type of plant, located along the shores of a mighty river on a southern continent, which would be found to have properties that, when the egg of one species was placed with the vital force of another species in the syrup of this plant, a viable combination of the two superior traits resulted. They left from Earth after a comparatively short period, before any of the actual experiments on humans could take place in their frantic attempts to prepare for imminent inundation. So, their Atalas scientists had to work using trial and error, in order for them 59to accomplish their goals: if they could not change their submersing surroundings to their type of breathing needs, then they would aggressively adapt their physical needs to meet the changing environment.
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I saw some of the pitiful, unsuccessful experiments, in which many hapless volunteers, and even more of unwilling captives, died in infancy, while their Atalas scientists sought to get those right combinations of life energies to enable them to allow the retention of their beloved lands, when they eventually became a watery realm. Their new world paradigm would no longer be a terra firma, but terra aqua. To me, it seemed as though their off-world visitors might have done a fair job in the transmission of scientific and other knowledge. But, when it came to their area of social morality, not so much. The purple beings were apparently on an unauthorized mission to our world.
...Finally, I saw a long, golden-scaled fish from the mighty southern river, combined with the seed of an Atalas slave female, result in a child who was nearly identical in aspect to these same individuals there in front of me, but having a much darker scaly complexion. Their offspring could not reproduce, but the procedure was now known to them, and because there were sufficient numbers of the remaining landed females to continue the communally inherited line to this day, their underwater population only consisted of the selected males.
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Their breeding pens of harvested human females from land, and those fertile, compatible golden fish, were located in grottos just like this one, and the seed-combining plants used for the syzygy were regularly retrieved from that great southern river. I personally had my objections to the very idea of slavery of any kind, like that which the Muslims world had endorsed and imposed on my fellow Englishmen whom they had harvested. However, I easily sublimated those derogatory, critical thoughts, so as not to be offensive to that very pompous emissary of the Atalas.
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Willum posed another picture to me of the many pitched battles between their sea and land folk over the centuries, such that only rare interactions took place anymore, fear of the unknown by each side being a perceived danger too great for the human or fish mind to handle. I felt I could quite readily identify with that concept of suspicion, with my atypically innate nature being what it was in me. Willum caught this thought and winked at Kirk. Mermen were eventually all cast into a quaint role of fantasy and rumors told by seamen who enjoyed pulling the legs of their grounded counterparts, with tall tales of sea dragons and the like. These were stories I had been told about often, when I was a child. Yet, there they were, before me.
...Willum then showed me some head pictures which gave me the choices of staying here, in their watery realm with Kirk, who it seems had become immediately enamored with me (I got the private image of the pet fish in the bowl, but in reverse), or I could be returned to my fates in the drier world above. While I missed my new chums on the Launchward, my restless mind still sought out new adventures, like this might be. I projected this thought back to Willum, with a prospect of me staying here as long as I could. He finally showed to me a scene of him before their regal mer-monarch, (who really looked nothing at all like a mythological depiction of the sea-God Poseidon), where he was formally requesting the permission for this type of land and sea relationship to occur.
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He bade me his flourishing, overly grand, pictorial adieu. And with that, he did a half-twist dive back into the black pool, leaving60almost no splash behind. Whether overwhelmed by the amounts of information he poured into my skull, in a brief amount of time, my unease at having my thoughts become invaded and transparent, or maybe because the drink I had downed unquestioningly had something added in it, my rational thoughts drifted out of clear focus. I sat down from the waves of dizziness I started feeling. I was also growing too inebriated to rue my fateful choices, or even have second thoughts about it.
...Kirk appeared elated with my decision and indicated I should finish my highly intoxicating drink, which must have no doubt had some euphoric-inducing additives. Nevertheless, I complied. I was now totally dependant on him. He reached to the edge of the pool for a large crystalline bowl with affixed straps of sturdy kelp that he attached under both of my arms to hold it in place as he lowered it lightly onto my head. He cinched a heavy, golden belt around my waist which would serve to offset the extreme upward pull of the air-filled globe. Kirk gently began pulling me forward with him, after which he flop-waded with me into the luke-warm waters of the small entrance pool toward the front of the treasure-filled grotto.
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Down and out we went again, flying over those fantastical landscapes below as he pulled me beside him. The colorful, but muted sights, the crazy quilting of the schools of oddly shimmering fishes, and the unusual architecture standing all around us, amazed me. After some time of steadily swimming (mostly of him dragging me), and when the trapped air in my heavy, crystal underwater breathing apparatus grew thin, we approached another dimly lighted opening. We went down, and then up into it, similar to what we had done earlier getting into the preceding treasure grotto.
...Inside was more of the breathable air, and the accompanying sounds of ribald sex play all around was coming from in the various openings in the vaulting walls. The ceilings and support columns were made up of intricate mosaics, constructed from tiny pink, black and green seashells, creating innumerable exotic aquatic panoramas. Baskets containing those glowing lichens hung interspersed around the stalactites. Tiny chimes sounded, due to the movement of the water currents flowing across dipped wheels, which were striking lightly against hanging crystals, pinging at differently chorded tones, as though there were many tuned instruments being played by troubadours. Several smaller channels branched away from the main cleft, running into the openings from where the sexy sounds emanated.
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We followed along one of these pathways into a cozier room, with a lowered ceiling here, too, glistening with many crystalline, jeweled outcroppings, reflecting the glowing growths that provided a bluish twilight. Small, slippery creatures within the obscure waters bumped up against my legs and twined around my ankles, in ticklish caresses when we stood up next to a soft, sandy shelf consisting of black, powdery grains. Kirk undid the straps that were holding the glassine bowl over my head, and then set it to the side, along with the heavy weight belt. He pressed a fin to my chest to guide me onto my back to float.
...The concentrated salts in the water in there were most soothing, making the feeling of my weightlessness that much more relaxing. Kirk stroked down my back with his soft hand-paddles, from shoulders to bum, as I languorously floated in the buoyant, amniotic fluid. 61...
All of the rigid tenseness from the earlier period of being washed overboard, the perilous attachment for dear life to the apple barrel, to the fears of these unusual creatures, melted away into the swaddling cocoon enveloping me. With my ears barely beneath the surface and my eyes closed, I was in a sensory deprivation that focused my interrupting thoughts directly on the warm attention I was receiving. I exhaled deeply from the easily induced serenity from the untroubled surroundings, and perhaps that earlier spiked drink. While one of Kirk's rubbery arms held me and massaged me into the state of a lullaby bliss, the other played over my chest.
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The nipples he brushed had grown rather voluminous due to weeks of boisterous ministrations by the randy fellows of the Launchward I had grown to think about with melancholy fondness. After they grew taut, their peaks were pulled out and deftly pinched. My hardened belly muscles were advanced up towards my chest, and then back and forth in a roll of expert manipulations. The predictable reaction my floating nozzle had was to quickly become splendidly alert, slickened by the seas liquid saturation. Kirk's huge, almond-shaped eyes sought mine with questioning fervor. I responded using an obvious, smiling approval. Kirks over-broad mouth opened, and his very long, pinkish tongue extended, exploring the swollen coronas tip slit of my stiffness, while gripping on the surrounding foreskin with his tender mandible. My own salty concoctions began their oozing from the top opening, which Kirk coaxed out by sticking the point of his elongated taster within the tubular confines.
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His innate talent was surprising to me, as well as greatly appreciated by the willing recipient of his attentions that I was. Holding me in place using a left side water guide, gripped reverently around my engorged neediness so I would not drift, his other cartilaginous, flexible, water cleaver started in to explore the heated area of my bottom outlet. Tentatively, at first, he traced lines around that wrinkly pucker, dipping into the tender, fleshy cove of tissues that I forced outward onto him. Picking up on my fairly unsubtle, ardent message, he slipped one, then two of his blunt propeller tips into my steaming vent. His webbing of membranous, connective tissue disallowed much depth by any single digit, but by the time he reached all five of his folded wriggling knuckles into me, he was far deeper than any normal man's hand. These five cavorting seekers plied my innards with a swaying, wave-like motion, with a matching time, to the same movements by the teasing taper inserting down further into my dripping organ.
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Withdrawing his imbedded hand flapper from me, a more gooey attachment began to snake its way around the fairly gaping aperture into my anal pore. Like the crawling of a worm, his auto-intelligent member climbed further and further upward into my opening chute. The blunt ends bumpy surfaces scraped along my sensitive linings, drawing closer scrutiny by me to his ingress. I fairly sung with pleasure. His slimy tendril reached where my intestines angled to my right, and then he accelerated around that turn inside the lateral passage.
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At this point, the lightly scaled skin covering, which had slid back when he had become engorged, started fitting into my hole with its much more noticeable width. Once he was completely lodged inside of me all the way to the naked, scaly base, Kirk began a writhing, jaunty roil, and when I looked down upon my belly, it seemed to me as though my entire stomach was caught up in a tidal tempest. The probing front of that snake-like root, moved around in its ever widening circles, first laterally, and then in an up and down 62stroking motion, making its prominent protrusions from my gut cabinet, appearing rather similar to some small beast crawling beneath a blanket, with a thin, pliable covering being made up of my abdominal walls skin and muscle. The lack of substantial food had left me vacant of any unwanted detritus, fortunately. ...
More and more tortuously those internal actions by Kirks exuberant extension grew, until both of us began reaching our sensual crescendo simultaneously. He reamed a long stroke of his eel-like connection backwards at least a foot, and it was then that I registered, with great detail, the fact that the scales going in were no problem, because they faced the other direction. But, upon withdrawal, the tiny edges grated my gripping rectal tissues into red inflammations. He then jammed the widened base back across those tingling tissues as he nosed deeper into my jostling cavity. Just as I thought he was ratcheting up to a level too intense for me to handle, he stopped. I felt his root nearly doubling in size, the head of his skewer swelling up to the size of a conch shell under my right ribs. He sunk his handsome head all the way down on me, swallowing me, hook, line and sinkers, sucking alarmingly upon my devoured bloat, all the way to my drawn-up balls.
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Suddenly, Kirks hot waves of his jettisoning, copious splatterings with his sterile mer-caviar juice ricocheted off of those walls to my battered, inner-chest diaphragm. I simultaneously dropped load after load of my own ball-batter out onto his slender tongue. He never took his huge, round, amber eyes off of me as he exploded many great wads of steaming brine inside of my intestines. That unusual amount of gooey fluids must have been one of the side-effects of the species-grafting. Whatever the reason, I could feel it sloshing around in my tummy. He gradually released his oral lock-grip, leaning back and away. My entire frame was totally supported upon his internally wafting, connective, sea serpent, and on the weightless buoyancy of the grottos temperate sea soup. I realized I made the right decision to stay with this exotic creature. At least, that is what I thought at that particular inebriated, satiated moment.
...Somehow, curling his prod in my innards into a hook, he turned to and fro, as my impaled body followed these slow dancing sways, while I was floating in submission to the dreamy movements. Kirks questing finger pads lightly traced my soaking flesh over every square inch of my torso, including my relaxing face, protruding nipples, ears and a quivering belly button. He pushed out from my viscera, directly behind my navel, at the same time that he pushed in on the umbilical knot, making me jump from another mini-orgasm. He seemed entranced with the smoothness of my raw flesh, compared to his slight scaliness. Always, it seemed, opposites attract. I closed my eyes and fell off into his hypnotic treatments, in a heavenly abandon. Time passed by us slowly.
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Eventually I opened my eyelids to view his alien, amazing beauty. He projected a questioning smile inside my head as if saying to me, "good?" I softly responded to him, "Very good," mentally reliving with him my obvious recent rapture. The toying with my bowels that he constantly maintained while installed in me, rummaging with that amazing anatomical feature, caused my own youthful shooter to re-stiffen, which Kirk goggle-eyed in his wonderment and amusement. He projected out to me with another image, "more?" I simply smiled and shrugged at him in my sly, "What can I say" gesture. Slowly, he began retracting his meaty cock-tail from the deep burial 63inside me, using an ongoing, waggling exit, until the bumpy forefront of the intruding stalk eventually rasped out from my puffy rear. The flooding sea water rushed quickly up into the resultantly opening vacuum of my corrupted, quaking, scraped raw colon. I bathed within the utter euphoria of peace and tranquility which this place had induced in me.
...Gripping my re-invigorated tally-wacker by the base with one paddler, he reached beneath me, and again inserted five of his fins pinions. This time, however, instead of stopping at the largest of his flexible knuckle joints, he advanced his entire watery plower through my stretching orifice, punching this knot up and within my recently evacuated digestive coils. Following the channel with his boneless reach, he made his way up my canal, till he hit the curve to the right, sloshing around in the soup of loose salt water that had flooded into me after his last exit. This upper corner he easily navigated, as his bendable limb easily turned the corner into my crossover. Bumping the front tips of his flipper occasionally up against my lower rib cage, I was transfixed by the filling bulge when it made its way from around my pubis, looping in a widened spiral, crawling up into my greatest depths, with its much greater width than his spent sea snake. He reached inside me where an elbow joint might otherwise have been, wafting and cavorting throughout my enclosures, seeming to enjoy the total erotic control he maintained over my squirming enthrallment that his unlocking abilities induced within my ass corridors. This was heavenly, though much more filling.
...Holding my body firmly in place using that bendable insert, he abruptly reached down into the shadowy, syrupy waters, and then he pulled out of the brine an oddly wriggling, bluish sea-worm from the goopy floor of the tiny grotto. This writhing borer was about as big in circumference as a writing quill with its length similar to a garter snake. He threaded this things slimy, pellet-sized head within my urethral tunnel, while its tiny forked tongue kept darting angrily about from its overtly disturbed distraction. Bit by bit, that slick, diabolical denizen of the deep burrowed downward into my throbbing monk's hood. This new type of sensation was spectacular, but it was scary, at first. This was not the shock of Baracks tongued exercise, and yet not so intense like it was when I was with the Captains pet rat, and the roughly abrasive tail. Looking up into the serene, golden eyes of my provocateur, I felt only some minimal fears, flooded instead with the sheer jubilation from the sharing of a wondrously new adventure with this remarkable ocean merman.
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Following my spasming tubes pathway inward, that squirming nibbler went far up inside of me, to the curve which lead inside of my torso. But, that licentious reptile was restrained from making any further advancement by Kirk's firm grip on its twitching tail. There, the driller stayed, shooting its cold, forked sensor over those tender mucosal linings within my pisser, making me contort in paroxysms of abasement when the internal areas located in between my legs were plied and poked about. The twisting and writhing muscles of the sea snake massaged me within my sensitive cocks interior linings, which resulted in giving me several new, unexpectedly pleasant types feelings from unceasing, undulating motions of the creature. ...
Thinking that this prying beast could progress no further into my embrasure because of the withholding pressure by Kirk's trapping flappers grip, I focused on the mass of it turning, 65twirling and gyrating along the full length of my shaft. This was turning me on in the way that was similar to the half tongue that Barack had forcefully insinuated into my bladders vent earlier, though admittedly more, as a consequence of the taboos against animal sex. I was wrong in thinking this crawler had reached the end limit, when that wriggling invader was allowed to sink up all the way up into my farthest reaches, its forked toucher reaming my tissues as it went. I descended into sheer ecstasy following the things crazy, spiraling movements in me, with progressing intensification. It seemed like the combination of the concoction Kirk had me swallow, and some sort of new, potent type of secretions coming from the skin on this exotic writher, made my mind twist in upon itself, and then re-surge back outward again in an inexplicable torrent of ephemeral delightedness.
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I could blearily tell when this unstoppable squirmer reached to the furthest interior points within my semen shooter, when an urgent need to pop a puddle of dick-puke took any other thoughts from my brain. That tiny head forced those tapering needle ends of its caroming tongue within my bladder where it swung these prods to and fro, while it was apparently swallowing my coaxed-out urine stored there, because I could tell when liquids were flowing down all the length of it, in rhythmic contractions. This feeling was riotous. At the same time, Kirk's supple, shoveling fin dug down and he twiddled with the small beasts snout, to which it annoyedly reacted by bombarding around my internal organs with even greater abandon. My reality was growing a lot more tenuous with each sensuous plateau achieved from the intensity of their coordinated merman and serpentine assaults.
...This manipulative twiddling by Kirk, having caused the immediate increase in that beasts activity, quickly pushed me over the edge of sanity. My contractions, squirting out milky geysers, produced no ejaculate past that lively plug, making the explosion turn in on itself, whereby it had me hitting a heightened crescendo beyond anything I had born witness to. It was either that, or those additives to my drink were really awesome. Kirk simply smiled indulgently at me as I frantically bucked and bobbed on the watery cushion, his projectiles punching into me with an increasingly pugnacious pounding. After what was seemingly an eternity of this inconceivably energetic explosion, I finally ebbed away from the lunacy of my uncontrollable spasming. Kirk started to pull that rousting creature back out from my incredibly distended, jostled piss pipe.
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If I had thought that going inside had been barely bearable, that serpents slow removal was nearly as unforgettable as it was excruciatingly delirious. It felt like it took forever to wend its way up and out of my clutching confines, the smallish, back-facing scales scraping a sensitizing retreat, similar to the rectal sanding done by Kirks well-trained center python. Kirk also withdrew his plowing pumper out of my jellified pit, simultaneously, with the coiling, inane demons contorting my watercourse far from its usual position. Once it reached the outermost rim of my puffy cock-lips, with one last flick of its whipping licker, the sinuous thing was allowed to return back into its watery habitat. My residual precipitate streamed out of my plum-colored cap, which Kirk quickly captured with his bowed head. He sucked all of my discharges up, to the very last drop. My mind reeled from the unholy alchemy involved.
...When Kirk's weaving pad reached my breached ass-portal strictures, he greatly expanded 65his gripper out to the widest extent possible, and finally squelched out from my ravenous recesses. At first, some of the water and mer-juice trapped inside of me earlier squirted into the warm sea-liquid when he reached what would pass for the thinner wrist. Then I passed over into a sated, welcome, semi-conscious reverie, while Kirk totally withdrew his penetrator back outward from the mangled chamber of my flayed guts. As soon as he did this, more water than before poured within my caverns. There I lay, floating weightlessly, trying to catch my vanished breath, reviewing that wild spectacle I had just taken part in with my mind's eye. I shook uncontrollably whenever I would focus upon any particular one of the crazy, exuberant sensations.
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This strange, new life of mine was truly becoming exquisite in all its wild wonderments. I opened one eye-slit in time to observe Kirk silently backing out from that fetal-like room, to give me a chance to gather my wits, I assumed. The last image he projected, which flashed into my mind, was of his broadly smiling face. For some reason, one of my school tutors favorite sayings, a quote from Heraclitus, came up in my mind: It is in change that we find purpose. I finally got what that old toad was saying to me, in applying this to the utter enjoyment of my journey, not some nefarious, unknown goal lurking at the end of it. I intended to enjoy this journey to the fullest....The Angry Octoman ~
How long I lay in a restful repose, I cannot say. The feelings in my happily abused entrails was fabulous, to say the least. I had a chance to think on the time after leaving my limited life in England, letting myself appreciate my erstwhile parents actions, opening up my life (and other sundry regions of my body) in ways, I would wager, which he could only barely grasp. While there was appreciation, there was more pity for his self-denial. My thoughts and reveries were suddenly interrupted, when outside of that mothering, fluid bassinet, a huge ruckus arose. Many screeches and the sounds from pitched battles were soon taking place.
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I worried that all was not quite as peaceful in this hidden underwater realm as I had first assumed. Those outside noises grew louder and louder over the next hour, until the ear-splitting screams were suddenly replaced by a deathly silence. To my absolute horror, some hideous monstrosity poked its "head" into my tiny cove. That this might have been its "head" is anybody's guess. Long, waving tendrils surrounded a vicious beak-like center perched upon a stalk-like neck, sitting atop a purplish-red, formless structure, which could only be described as nothing other than a human octopus. Its big-balled orbs were casting their dilated pupils over in my direction. This grotesquerie fully advanced upon me, with what seemed to be surprise.
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I shuddered in my fright, backing up onto the ledge of black sand. The nightmare stopped and looked around, determining if, in fact, I was actually all alone. Once satisfied I was unaccompanied, it swung the outlandish top of the body back to me, projecting a harsh image that seemed to have in it the question of, "Land man, what reason have you for being here, now?" In my spotty mental review of some of the recent events, I showed the things in my open thoughts that illustrated, "I am brought here. I fell overboard from my ship in a storm and I was escorted down to this place. What has been happening here?" The last was chocked out of my brain, despite my great trepidation. A sick, gurgling, guttural chortle issued forth from the central mouth region of that peevish nightmare. Its breath or body gave off an acrid, musty stench of something in an advanced stage of decay.66...
Then the creature projected horrifying images, letting me observe, "We are discards, upper castes masters' mistakes. We striking back, make freedom, now we control." I realized that despite what my earlier translator had told me, that it was not the full story. It did not take too much of a genius to realize that tampering with the divine, complicated processes of procreation was bound to be rife with wrong results. The apparition in front of me was the obvious summation of the destructive, trial-and-error experiments, wrongfully used by the desperate, despotic Atala elite. This was a decent protocol that had gone very wrong. I wondered how many other sad "mistakes" inhabited this undersea empire.
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As if reading my sympathetic mind, the stranger projected the various scenes demonstrating to me that, "We pesce class are many. Hiding, we did. We still survived. You, come, now." Since the choices were what they were (or rather, were not), I allowed the poor, god-forsaken construct to wrap one of its dark-red tentacles around my chest, conveniently attaching fat suckers on each of my breast aureoles, perceptibly squeezing each nipple with a salacious manner. I was dragged outwards to the entrance of the snug retreat. Outside, several of the perfect, golden mermen lay dead or dying, with fresh rivulets of much bright red blood running from various cuts and slicings.
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Groans and moans were issuing out all around me, from what survivors there were from the uprisings massacre. I was saddened that what seemed like such gentle folk were saddled with the payment for the wrongs of their errant, arrogant forebears. Attempts to defeat life's harsh vicissitudes are never without a price to be paid, one way or another, it seems. I wondered if my adorable Kirk could possibly be one of the survivors, whether he escaped, or more on point, whether or not he was going to be able to come to rescue me from this thoroughly enraged mistake of those unnatural exploits of the ruling elite. Again, I identified closely with what life felt like, myself, to be always considered an unacceptable outsider in the harshly judgmental world of the Earl's.
...My octo-man captor led me past other hideous freaks, features caused by the Atalas race tampering with the order of the world. Fish-like heads topped humanesque bodies, while another had snake-like appendages growing from a main corpus. Sea-horse bodies had a person-like head with gills on each side, while anothers sharkish pate was filled with its dangerous looking rows of sharp teeth, despite having normal arms and legs beneath, and more that sickened me. I was fitted over with another (or possibly the same) of those air-filled crystal globes on top of my head, and then wrapped and cinched with a weight belt. I got dragged down and out into the outer body of water, now teeming with more of those wild-looking specters.
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The octo-man swiftly kicked and jetted away from the ruination of the crowded settlement, which still seethed with intermittent skirmishes, heading towards the darker abyss. We went up over high ridges, and then we coasted back downward into the darker troughs, meeting fewer and fewer of the malformed indwellers while the water grew much colder. After enough time had elapsed for my air supply to grow dangerously thin, we rounded another undersea volcanic field where the chilly water again increased in temperature and bubbles arose from numerous fissures in the sea bed, so that the shudders I had begun feeling were fading away. Another darkened caves opening lying ahead of us was busy with a conflux of more of those paddling, swimming and jetting things, entering and exiting.
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I was pulled into this passageway of the damned. That terrorizing escort of 67mine yanked upwards until my head thankfully broke through the surface, there finding I could gulp in large lung fills of more stale, but vital air. Several dimly lighted corridors in the dark space angled this way and that, while the odd members of these damned cast-offs moved through the currents, or crawled over the rocky outcroppings like immense crabs. We traveled down the narrowing course of one of these many channels, ever more deeply into their hell hole, where the waters grew constantly warmer, until reaching the point of discomfort. I was forced into a darkened gap beside the virtually unused corridor which we had been gliding down.
...Inside, barely visible, was an algae-encrusted shingle of old, wooden boards constructed of salvaged wood obviously retrieved from some derelict shipwreck. Tough seaweed bracts were used to bind me to the partial ships deck in an X of arms and legs, so that my sore back gate got fully exposed with the spreading of my legs bound outwardly, and my arms were stretched out high above my head, leaving me frightfully vulnerable to vulgar whims of this vexed, hexed demon. As I had correctly feared, the things intent was malevolently motivated and it approached me with its waving limbs. Octoman removed the breathing apparatus with one of his tendrils, and laid this to the side , and the belt got ripped off with another. The slimy tip of the front-most tentacle began toying around within my rear trap, rubbing upon the outer surfaces, and then slightly poking a slippery probe within my well-worked arse. A smaller extension from those growths surrounding the head, snaked out to diddle around with the lax opening into my piss tube, and its tendrils burrowed deeply inside of the curtaining folds of my loosened foreskin.
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Between the sensations arising at my rectal portal and the lithe little worms which were bemusing my cock head, despite my great foreboding, I somehow sublimated my intense fears and I fully arose to the occasion. Being lustful was not always going to be the solution to every dilemma, but up to now, I seemed to be fitting into an enjoyable rut, rutting being my lifes focus over these last few years. That tweaking joint indulging my sphincter with prodding and poking, decided to up the ante, so clamoring, it plowed several lathered inches of dank flesh into my rectum, forcing in another injection from the hot sea water along side of it. This disturbed things grimly aggressive probe was needling around and against each of those intricate folds and convoluted turns inside of my colons interior. The sensations which were being caused by the hellish pnigalion were growing a lot more welcome in their erotic loopings, and less noxious to my irrepressibly ardent nature. Thankfully, the earlier spell still held me enthralled.
...With a welcomed regularity, my prostate was banged and pressed about by the cramming creeper. On my front side, the smaller tendril from beneath the mouth opening found that it could actually fit itself down inside of my cocks flue, and it began to slither downward inside my shaft. It rambunctiously cavorted up against the softest tissues which had been gratingly accosted earlier by that rapacious reptile vigorously inserted with Kirk. Further, and yet further still, it went in, stretching out my slit and cleaving the passage into me till it reached the urethras turn in. This curve it cannily navigated quickly, and then octomans borer shot up in my prickling passageway, until it hit the place where my prostate banded around the pissing channel.
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The angler boxed this spot about exuberantly while its chunky 68tentacle inside of my hole attached one of the suckers to the outside of the cum gland and began clamping down on it, very hard, as the tactile tip placed immense pressure upon my bladder seated directly above. As if this barbaric bashing was not enough, another one of its limbs worked up in alongside that first one already locked in my guts, and barged past the dueling siege going on at my juice bag, to limberly climb up into that higher crossover leading ever deeper inside of my innards. Here, it twisted itself over and pressed forward into the intestine lying at the top of my belly. When the animal reached to the next turn, it stopped and pulsed the beam into fullness, then less, then more, making my colon expand and collapse with each of those ever increasing enlargements.
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In addition to that hysteria-inducing activity, two more of those lively, flailing arms reached up to my chest and firmly affixed a couple of its riotous sucker pads onto each one of my pert nipples, with the same sort of vacuuming action which they used on the way towards this hellacious community. But this time, the demon was squeezing and yanking my teats outward in their voracious assault. Its tiny, awfully sharp, teeth-like growths inside of these suckers, pierced into me through the softest tissues around my chest points. These insertions were a much more advanced step in pain, above the type of sensations resulting from circulation coming back into a part of the body which has had constricting tourniquets applied to it. This was not really debilitating, but neither were they necessarily desirable sensations, either. Mark had introduced me to those new types of prolonged sexual bondage sensations fairly regularly. Too bad he could not have joined me here to experience, together, these new levels of the heightened eroticism caused by that things unique restraints and sexual explorations.
...With so much happening at most of my major erogenous zones, I did not directly register when another shadowy object was approaching from behind me. I could not get a good look at whatever it was, but it joined with two more of the octo-mans tentacles suckers, affixing themselves to my opened armpits, a tubular, greasy something slipped alongside my shoulder, across my neck, past my chin, and forced the salty, fishy-flavored projection onto my lips. This additional abomination plunged right into my agog mouth, straight to the back of my throat, where it started releasing some sort of vile liquid excrement, which burned as it went down and would have really choked me, if I had not started swallowing the nasty stuff. Almost immediately, constellations of small, pin-wheeling explosions from blinding light started bursting apart behind my eyes, and my mushy brains spun off of their axes into an enchanted place of purely exotic rapture.
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Each of the newly sparkling, primal contact points being besieged by these satanic minions took on the scintillation of uplifting energies unlike anything I knew. I was being forced sexually upward to the higher plains of tumultuous pleasures, while numerous more of those touchy, private areas were fixedly attached by the octo-mans suckers: behind my knees, on the tender soles of my feet, on my skin between my toes, and even inside of my belly button, which was forcibly pressed downward on top of the burrowing bevy of sinewy chargers locked inside my guts in some devilish dance. One more of those pliable bracts looped around and around my internally packed erection, surrounding the thinly layered skin with entwined, biting suckers. I felt like my whole body was being sucked inside out in some cabalistic, ritualistic manner. My balls were then added to the sucking, stretching games, while my ass lips were plied.69...
I bucked, squirmed and tried to force my arse further down in unrestrained lewdness onto the monster that inched ever deeper into my intestines. The tip of that innermost tentacle wedged past the last curve and wended its way down the ultimate course to my appendix. My filled stomach protruded outward like some fat, obnoxious Bishop at a village feast of Saint Stephen. Another of the Octo-mans slippery tentacles flitted in alongside the other two, expanding my molested, exaggerated receptacle to my sphincters utter limits. This gargantuan invader had reached the maximum intrusion possible, so it began its pulsating with the long impalers and suckers, all in unison, roiling my entrapped depths. It chewed soft spots to set cadences which were also cunningly matched with the punishing evilness still lodged deeply inside my throat.
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Higher and higher into spiraling heavens this assault drove me. I was fully inebriated and in the clutches of whatever the nasty excretions were, constantly flipping my flailing consciousness around in its delectable, sublime ecstasies. I climbed up to a distant pinnacle where the final kiss of excruciating light blew out the last my last reserves, and I yieldingly collapsed into the crushing arms of some truly luxuriant convulsions brought on by my climactic release, blasting wads after wads of my seeds onto the untamed tendril lodged tightly inside of my chocked-full cock. The bundling burrower in my hardness instantly combined my submissions from those inconceivable peaks of my unleashing euphoria with a much wilder whipping of that furthest strand against my penis encasement, while engaging in buzzing, bizarre vibrations that drove me to an even greater distraction.
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My frenzied arse muscles involuntarily clamped down on the limbs lodged in my body cavity as fixedly as was possible, considering what all of the incrassate links had been stuck up in it, but this tensing put far more explosive pressures against the bedeviled penile plunderer. My overwhelmingly sizable orgasmic crescendo, although this probably would otherwise have been excruciatingly painful for me, was not. Instead, I was elevated up, totally from the inside of me, and I was suctioned outward from every erogenous zone on me, and placed onto an unexpectedly exhilarating plateau of acquiescent lavishness. I hovered in this delicious state in my timeless abandon that slowly dimmed in its indulgent stupendousness, whence I fluttered unfaltering into an awaiting, brightening tunnel made of absolute darkness from the beings unnatural trance forced upon my consciousness.
...How much longer, and with what other ferociously rabid creatures my inner spaces were viciously abused, were blessedly a blank to me. The maddening muck forced inside of my gullet by the loathsome abomination finally knocked me out from that sensory overload. After much sodomizing by these heaving, brew-spewing demons, in one of those attendant occult dreams, I felt a tumult of vibrations, and ear-splitting shocks which shook me to the base core and spun me about in circles. A shooting spume of bubbles, hot water and sand arose around me, and then quickly forced me upwards. My ears popped painfully, and air was forcefully pushed out of my lungs into the glassine orb, somehow reaffixed around my head. I was lashed with the tenacious kelp onto the top of the wooden shingle that was propelling up and out of the water into the light-blasted day. Who or what being had tied me down on this device, and how I was able to get out of the ongoing, rapine bondage in the underwater cavern, is too blurry to recollect.
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While this was seemingly a very realistic dream, the sound and sensation was just too vivid to me. That was when it dawned on me70that this was no dream. I consciously worked my heavy eyelids to get them open, to find a mind-wrenching reality facing me. Behind, I saw an awful wave rising up higher and higher, and rushing rapidly towards me from the area I had been blown out of, with an awesome roar. Steam and molten rocks issued upwards in geysers many hundreds of feet into the smoky sky behind an advancing wall of mountainous terror. An expanding cloud, shaped like a giant mushroom spawned from Vulcans Hades, arose up from this tumult, expanding across and towards the blotted-out heavens above. Lightning bolts sporadically shot out from within this apocalyptic confluence from vastly destructive powers. Molten lava stones struck the surface of the water surrounding me with sizzling splashes and loud eruptions, narrowly avoiding hitting me directly, though one smaller one punctured the globe around my head, which was pulled off and away. Yes, I shat and pissed myself.
...The ominously rushing wave picked me up on the rising front of the incline, and it shot me out forward at an unimaginably increasing speed, over the tops of the approaching foamy crests in front, my shingle never quite being forced up to the pinnacle, and yet never quite rolling down into the roiling trough at the distant base. The enormous wave bore on in its scary progress, for what seemed to me like hours, while we advanced rapidly, in westerly progress towards the blinding, setting sun. On some occasions during this ride, my head was pointed down, or I spun sideways, but I was right-side up when I spied a dark, hazy line approaching on the distant horizon. As I rocketed ever nearer to it, those blobs soon coalesced into a single green smudge, and then this turned into a row of towering tropical palms behind a white, sandy beach. There was a wide break in the trees, and as it turned out, I was being aimed directly into that opening.
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As we quickly drew closer, I saw that it was the mouth of a medium-sized river emptying into a crescent bay now nearly drained of its former contents. Before I knew it, the rushing tidal wave had thrown me long past the initial palms, and I was distantly washed past the dense tropical forest lining both sides of the river. The ruinously disruptive energy of that watery cataclysm ran out of its impetus, and then rapidly ebbed back into the bay. Once the spent forces receded back toward the mangled bay, I was deposited, gratefully, face-up, on a muddy bank beside the wide river. Looking back from where I had come, by painfully craning my neck, I could see the miles of the forest and beach growths which had all been laid flat by the hydraulic carnage of my surging water carriage. My heart, which I now realized had been pounding greatly with abject fear, began to slowly return to normal after the insane ride. My thoughts turned to the dilemma I now faced, bound to some wood in a foreign environ on a muddy bank.
Chapter 4. My Life Among the Tenoch.
The Chieftan ~
The bleeding, orange-red sun had nearly fully set, when twilight and hungry insects set in. I tugged and yanked at my firmly tied, yellow-kelp restraints, with little success, other than rubbing my wrists raw. The oddly piercing quiet was breached by the howls of some night dweller, then another, and another, until there arose a cacophony of sounds at every pitch. Through this, I thought I heard a distant drumming, but I assumed it was the blood in my damaged ears. My muscles were beginning to cramp. This beating grew louder and soon,71from the densest jungle beside that muddy flat, where I helplessly lay spread, naked to the elements, and bound, several faces of dark-skinned men appeared. They each had designs in white, blue or red pigments, which were painted upon their savage faces. While most were totally naked, some wore adornments of gold, surrounding embedded blue, green, or black gem stones. These were placed either in settings within their necklaces, noses or ear piercings, hanging from enlarged nipples, or in the headskins of their fat, uncut cocks, and even through their bottom lips. ...A couple of those arriving natives were wearing unusually bright feathers hanging from ear pendants. Gold-braided belts cinched around a few tautly defined waists, or fat biceps. Several of them, in what apparently was a scouting mission, carried scary-looking spears which appeared, unfortunately, to all be pointed downward in the direction that I was occupying. Shiny, black, straight hair was cut into a perfect line above the black eyes, and it was held tied back to the rear with a leather string. The bangs fell above their roundish faces and high-placed cheekbones. The decorative blue, red or white face paints were covering over their beak-like noses and high cheeks using three, or four parallel, thin, wavy lines. One of them had intricate, extensive body paint patterns....From the rear of this group came forth a very regal-looking local, with a severe green and yellow-feathered, beaded headdress which reflectively caught the last rays of the dying day in an orange splendor. He was, by far, more muscled, and he was obviously, more heavily hung than his cohorts. Gold-wrought jewelry hung around his thick neck in a wide collar, containing shining gems and colored stones. Large plates of gold encircled his prominent nipples and they were held in place by thin nails through the skin of each bud, on bulges of thickly defined chest muscles.
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He sported two ornate, gold cuffs on each wide wrist. An elongated, green stone band weighted his balls and cock downward with several rounded, encompassing stone rings, serving to push his genitalia away, and stretched down from his body. He pointed a cruel-appearing spear down at my bindings, and two of these hunky, indigenous inhabitants waded through the rivers mud to my trapped raft. I fervently was hoping that their knives, short dirks made out of a black, glassy substance, were not going to be used for my poking into my body, but for cutting my bindings.
...I was lucky this time, again, for they released me from my bonds to that beneficial and yet condemning wooden life saver. Grabbing each of my arms, high on the bicep so that they would avoid my bleeding, abraded wrists, they dragged me backward from the ooze and deposited me at the feet of the haughtiest one. Surveying me slowly with inflamed black eyes, he said something to me in what was likely to be Spanish, and then in another Latin-type language. I volunteered, I am English.
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Hearing that, his face changed completely away from his incensed glare, into a much less imperious expression and he said, Speak English? I nodded, and said, I do. Apparently not yet satisfied, he re-questioned, No hable Espanol? To which I replied, What? He almost grinned, but caught himself, and then he looked at me and exclaimed, Espanish, no good! Theatrically, he spit grandly onto the ground to the side. I agreed, Yes! Following, I spat on the ground, too. His hooded eyes grew wide, then he began to laugh, heartily. The other men cautiously joined in, while I simply looked downward, sheepishly at the ground, trying to avoid my rudely,72directly staring at their circle of well-honed, finely sexed, hung, hunky hunters. He next ventured, inquiringly of me, We, Tenoch. How you here? I heard the name Tenoch from the undersea merman in his mental depiction of the peoples they had contacted over the ages. I wondered if these might be the descendants of those same ancients.
...Using more hands than speech, I gestured and spoke, Fell off ship. Almost drowned. I hesitated here, not sure how far these folks would believe or comprehend me, so I skipped the mermen and described, Big boom! Much water. Carried me here. I hoped that this would satisfy them for now, since trying to explain how I had tied myself so tightly to that float would have been tricky. It seemed to suffice, though. He appeared thoughtful, and he then lowered his attention towards my rising manhood, which, as embarrassing for me as it always gets, had begun to react to those naked, muscled, quite sexy men surrounding me. He reached out and he gave my solidifying strut a couple of strokes, causing it to fill up to hard fullness. Around me, those others began to inflate, also. A low hum began to emanate from the leader, but then he removed his big hand and cleared his throat.
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With a jovial manner, he said to the troops something in their language, to which they all laughed loudly. After one last teasing tug on my skin cloaks, he turned and looked at the dimming horizon and sighed. He said something to the two men who had gathered me up from my shingle after my release. They helped me over to an exposed, dried rock on the riverside, which was barely submerged on its sides. Here, they splashed cool river water on me, and rubbed off the encasing muddiness from my lower torso and legs, paying inordinately close attention to ensuring my hairy crotch area was absolutely spotless, and my bobbing boner was pristinely clean, rubbing on it repeatedly in their apparent effort to obey their boss.
...Their leader, thoroughly inspected their cleaning job, as best he could in the approaching night, using feel more than sight. Then he cautioned, Night! We go. Now! He pointed off toward the remaining glow where the sunset had recently taken place. Like per usual, since my available alternatives were a bit shy of two, consequently, I nodded with a bleak permission back to him. We took off in a race to get wherever they were taking me. They were forced, however, to slow their swift gait, because I was still rather wobbly and quite exhausted from the absolute fright of that recent excursion, plastered to the front of a hell-bent avalanche of water. I have no idea how, but they seemed to be able to easily navigate their route unerringly through that pitch-black undergrowth.
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After some several miles, I began actually faltering from the extreme effort to keep up with them. I realized a delayed reaction to my predicament was setting in. We stopped awhile and ate some of the juicy, tasty, tropical fruits hanging from nearby trees. One of the tribe went into the woods and promptly came back dragging a furry, pig-like creature, similar to a small boar. This, they roasted over a small fire made by rubbing two stones together to get sparks to ignite a soft ball of twine one of them carried. They cut the vine of a runner hanging onto an overhead branch, from which a clear fluid ran. We all drank the liquid from this remarkable hose of nature, heartily, to quench our thirst.
...When we had eaten and drunk our fill, I felt much less famished, but I was still very weak, 73and knew that I was going to hold back their progress. I made my speech-gesture so that they would understand my condition. The largest warrior had me climb up onto his broad, hot back. We took off again, at twice the speed we had been going. My dick and gonads rubbing tightly against the sweaty skin and bunched muscles of the man carrying me, made my now firmly pressed hard-on grow fierce, regardless of any torpor that I might have felt from the darkened jungles extreme heat and moistness in the tropical evenings air. The porter paid no attention to the fact that I was reaching an imminent orgasm, just from this inadvertent frottage.
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Right before I helplessly spewed out my pent-up gunk all across his strong back, we began an arduous climb which sufficiently disturbed the gratifying rhythm of the preceding hours. My mind left off from the rubbing culmination, and I turned to the arduous, difficult ascension. At a certain point, I was then switched over to another hunky member of the group, and he took me up the side of the mountain as if I was a mere babe clutching his neck. My stake was again massaged to fullness and an impending explosion. After several hundred feet of clamoring upward over the rocks and fallen trees trunks, we reached a high ridge that surrounded a flat plateau.
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I turned to look back, and I could just barely see the twinkling reflections of a rising, nearly full moon, on top of the ocean, far off in the distance. The lunar illumination was so bright, that I could almost see the great extent of the complete destruction which the angry oceans cataclysm had caused to their coastline. I speculated, again, how I could have possibly survived Neptunes ordeal which had brought me to this place. I wondered, also, what this next adventure held in store for me. These engaging, robust, fully exposed forest dwellers seemed friendly enough to me, so far. Still, my mind remained too addled for much analytical thought.
...Back home at the University, I had heard that the indigenous New Worlders were merely a backwards race of uneducated, ungodly heathens. I even heard that one of them had been taken to see Henry VIII, who would not believe that their skin was really dark red until he actually touched it, but the poor native fellow died before reaching England. Yet, what I saw sprawled out on the broad plain before me defied all of those alleged attributes these people were supposed not to have, though I had learned that the Spanish reportedly had found great kingdoms to conquer for their gold. However, the mind-boggling panorama before me contained lofty buildings, standing higher than anything which existed back in London, other than old St. Pauls spire. There were beautiful stone statues mounted upon brightly colored pedestals, paved public courts, kaleidoscopic inlaid mosaics presenting complicated scenes and more.
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In and around these spectacular sights were milling groups of many naked or semi-clothed men, all lighted by hundreds of large, blazing torches. The older citizens had more jewelry, highly piled, complicatedly stylized hair patterns, and they were wearing colorful, feathered headdresses, and were sartorially enhanced. At one side, there appeared to be some complicated game being played of an odd sport, using a small round leather ball being kicked around towards ringed goals by well-hewn, vibrant young beauties.
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Though I would have much preferred to study the mosaics, and just maybe more of those ball-players flopping fleshinesses, instead, we walked directly across the sizable central square towards a building that was above one hundred feet high, covered totally in colorful drawings and stone carvings creating fantastical constructs. That big, remarkable, 74building must have been their main temple. On the front of it was a set of countless steep risers, broken at several landings where there were two broad stone containers standing on either side containing rising flames. At the very uppermost platform was a white-washed, covered pavilion, and down the front of it, with what looked like a spillage of paint, was a trail of rust-tinted stains flowing on it. We were aimed toward the startling building but upon reaching the foot of it, we turned left to go around behind it.
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The kind, muscular, toting brave set me down, and I found I could walk easily, again, without my erection bobbing up and down, so distracted I had become for the scene before me. Strangely, there had not been one single female that we had passed during our walk through the settlement. I therefore assumed that it was a sect, like our European monasteries, where only males were allowed into the ranks. This struck a chord in me that resounded quite similar to that division at home of overt heterosexuals from my kind, by establishing a vast priesthood devoid of women, in our European cultures. Maybe the innate inclinations of men toward other men were a sort of universal occurrence. That would be a welcomed reality.
...At the rear of the edifice were several openings covered with animal skins. Behind a skin of a spotted type of beast, we proceeded into the cooler air of the humid interiors, lit up by numerous, guttering wall sconces. We weaved around several mighty stone columns, covered over with small square pictures carved into the face of the pillars. After reaching the far end of the great interior hall, we entered into an opening which led us to a stairway spiraling into the ground. Round and round we went down the stairs, until we reached a small room dimly lighted by a bowl of burning oil. We entered through a square archway and passed into an enormous, natural cavern that made me halt in astonishment. This hall was basically a circle that was lined with two score tables of pure, beaten gold. Benches for seating that were covered over in soft animal skins, showed their gold legs underneath. Beakers of carved onyx, or of clear crystal, were placed around the exterior rims of these tables. The raked-flat cave floor was covered in a soft wool-like fur woven into geometric designs, with myriads of bright colors. Flaming torcheres, covered with gold, were evenly placed around the sides.
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Their smoke was cleverly vented up through several small holes bored into the ceiling. At the center of the far wall, upon a raised stone dais, was an even more ornate table with beaten designs of gold. Various sized doorways led away from the central area. Naked dwellers briskly moved in and out from these spaces, which doorways were covered in curtains with those same softly-woven fabrics that were on the floor. The temperature in this area was several degrees cooler than the outside, which made it quite comfortable to be away from the humid heat above. No one here paid much attention to us, though some of the younger boys openly stared at my exposed, lighter flesh with idle curiosity. All were sporting the same types of gold or silver jewelry in their body parts.
...We crossed this great hall to a larger opening at the far end, where two burly men, holding sharp spears of gold, stood unclothed, in openly displayed splendor. Adding to their own singular, solid magnificence, each of them was fitted with an unusual set of adornments made of gold and stone. Their enormous balls hung glisteningly below a wide cuff of light green stone, somewhat similar in aspect to my guides, though these accoutrements were 75much grander than his. Their large, fleshy, meaty cocks were held aloft using a generous gold ring that pierced the plump ferrule capping their shafts, and these circlets were linked by a long, woven, golden chain which was connected up to similar gold rings inside each of their prominent nipples, which in turn were heavily pulling those grand peaks outward and downward. Large plates of thin, blue stone encircling the nipples were held in place there by those rings. A golden plate extended down from each of their nostril septums.
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Heavy gauntlets made of a wide, gold design, covered each wrist, and there were similar others on their burly upper arms. A gold neck collar of red and black inlaid, shiny stones lay on their broad chests. An upright headdress of green and red-tipped feathers was worn by each of them. Rings with shiny, deep-green or clear-amber stones were upon several of their large fingers and these flashed in the reflected light of the torches. My austere group leader spoke quickly and authoritatively to the apparent guards, who uncrossed the spears that blocked our passage into the restricted chamber ahead. Solely, that leader and I were allowed to enter into a far more cozy area. Inside of this next, brightly lighted room, there were close to a dozen important-looking men engaging in their rapid-fire speech to a man perched upon a fantastically ornate, solid gold throne.
...To call that incredible being merely a man, was quite a stretch. This could only have been their king. The regal aspect with which he bore himself was awe inspiring. The first thing I saw was the headdress, several feet high and across, made up of long, pointed, chatoyant green and orange feathers that formed an immense halo around his long, black mane. His finely filigreed, golden diadem fit into the hair just under the huge headdress. Beads made of light green and red stones were woven into links and held into cascading waves with his ornately braided hair strands.
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When those black-as-kohl eyes of his rested on me, all their conversation in the room came to an immediate halt. He had the same large hoop earrings as the outer guards, and a thick gold bar through his bent, beak-like nose. Other than the colorful cape of small, intricately woven, yellow and blue fringed feathers resting on those Samson-sized shoulders, he was magnificently lacking in any type of concealing garments. The sprawling, formidable thighs were opened to expose his fat, Cyclopean monolith that contained a black stone ring piercing through its knob. It was resting atop testes stretched outwardly by the same jade cuffs that I had seen earlier on others here. Gold bands were encompassing the entire penile girth. The large, bulging muscles gleamed coppery in deep relief, flexing mightily in the torchlight. His distinguished, stern face was truly much more than simply handsome, despite evident, numerous battle scars.
...We remained there standing just inside the doorway, deferentially waiting to be summoned forth. After a few minutes of studying my face and body, he produced a grunt-like sound. From behind the throne came a solemn, wrinkled old man, draped over in the spotted skin from what looked like a leopard. He held a long golden staff with a marvelously fashioned head of a feathered serpent. It was holding two red gems for eyes, and two pointed, green gemstones for its fangs. Through his dentures, that were actually made out of shiny green stones, he wheezed some hard interrogation out toward my guide, beginning by using the word, Chustin, as had the troops when they were speaking to him. I assumed then, that 76was his name or title.
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Chustin turned briefly to me for reference and, employing broad and clearly understood hand gestures, explained in his effusive but respectful detail to the royal figure, what damages had happened to their realm, and about the circumstances in which, and whereabouts, their search party had found me. He demonstrated the tied up condition that I was in found by the side of the wide river. He ended his engaging presentation with saying something about Espana, the despised word which I could easily recognize from the garbled speech I listened to.
...The old geezer turned to me and spoke something in an evil tone. Chustin also looked to me and translated, He ask, you no Espana? I looked back at the questioning elder, and to the monarch. As Chustin had done earlier, I said, very slowly, Not Spanish! Then, I hawked up a wad and spat it out on the floor, and rudely stomped on it. Their enthroned chieftain looked at me in amazement, and began to rumble in what must have been a belly laugh. The ancient aide even cracked a crooked smile, wise eyes crinkling at the corners. When he stopped his chortle, their grand master appraised me, seemed to blush, and spoke something in a very serious tone to Chustin, who turned to me and meekly asked, You Quetzalantika, or you Tenochtlaloc? I could only look at him with no understanding. He thought a minute, and said, You go to woman, or man?
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As he said this, he brushed his big hand lightly over my slack, resting driver. My pecker immediately sprung to alertness, jutting out away from my body, in erect fullness. He turned towards their regal figure and confidently informed, Tenochtlaloc. After some several more minutes of analyzing me, and my hard turgidity, their main man gruffly spoke to the venerable assistant, and stood up to his full height, sweeping out from the room. I thought I had somehow offended this great leader, but caught a glimpse of his burgeoning, inflating timber. Chustin looked me over in anguished worry and stated, You, English land, Tenoch land, join.
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I had no idea what this all meant, but it sort of sounded like a good thing. The elderly gent came up to me, reached out to grab my still swollen member with his knotty finger joints, and then he stepped behind me, squeezing on my bum. He rattled off a bunch of instructions toward Chustin. He next turned and followed his liege out the rear exit. Chustin looked at me, saying, You fix. Again, I was lost, but he led me out of that receiving area and across the expanse of the lofty cavern to another, smaller entryway.
...Several young, nubile boys, with no jewelry or apparel, sporting a single band of black tint across the bridges of their noses and upper cheeks, listened to Chustin speak for a couple of minutes, and then he left. The most attractive of their group took my hand and guided me inside of another small chamber, behind that first. Here, there was small pool of warm water where the youths took soft sea sponges to my wetted skin, rubbing the salt, leftover mud and the accumulated grime off of me. They paid special attention to my privates and began a sing-song conversation.
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The really handsome one began manipulating my meat so that the foreskin on my piece began to draw off backward, making them each giggle. He licked his soft lips, bending forward, with his immediate intentions being obvious. From somewhere out of the small room, a high-pitched, whining voice screeched some obvious commandment at them. My thwarted admirer immediately stood back up and he shifted 77away. Clearly chastised, he continued smiling at me in covert coyness, but confined his cleaning of me to the less reactive regions of my body. Once I was pristine enough, they wiped me down with their soft, wool-like towels. My tanned skin shone on completion.
...The individual behind the shrilly pitched, simpering commands, stepped forward. Of all of the inhabitants I had seen, this was the least masculine. A roly-poly figure with many rings on his hands and feet, having pendulous breasts and a hanging gut, which almost covered, but not quite, the fact that he, it, was evidently a castrati. He bustled himself about, while shooing away my youthful attendants. He ushered me through another square opening to a room with a wide, golden bench or couch, padded over with more of their softly woven material.
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Beneath the foot of this bench was a catch basin that drained away the flow of water, since the room had a shower of water constantly running out of a golden serpents head, again surrounded by the ring of stylized feathers of gold repeated so often in the art I had seen. On a stone ledge off to the side, several rounded, clay pots were lined up with glazed spouts formed like phalluses sticking out of squat little figures. These containers ranged in size from a small bowl to a large pitcher. The chubby little man muttered noisily to himself the entire time, seemingly exasperated with the personal chores he was about to be undertaking. He reminded me of a crazy aunt who father kept in a locked castle room.
...First, he got me to lie face down on the padded bench. Then, he reached under me so that I was pushed up into a kneeling position, ass high. He reached over for the middle-sized container, carried it to the water nozzle, and filled it up. After, he waddled back again to my upturned butt. He inserted the phallic spigot within my hole, which end he had lightly greased. I recognized this cleansing routine from my extensive experience with the water-bellows aboard the Launchward, and instinctively relaxed my rectal muscles to allow those ablutions to pour into me, unimpeded.
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When I was full, that rotund aide put pressure onto my tummy so that I expelled the contents of my recent meals into the catch basin, where the agglomeration of stool and whatever else was conveniently washed away by the course of fresh water. He repeated this irrigating action several times, until the flows ran cleanly out of me. Then, he had me roll over, lying upon my back on the bench. He used that small bowl of the greasy substance to coat over his entire, fat little arm with it. I thought I knew where this was going, and I grew keenly desirous of the process.
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Holding my turgid missile with one hand to use it for leverage, he slowly cosseted the malleable skin of my anal cleft with those chubby fingers around my hole, loosening up that covering epidermis before he stuck those stubbies, one by one, into my ass. His pudgy fist plopped in through my portal, somewhat with ease, causing that pouting, piggy porker to grumble a bit less, and begin to make some appreciative humming sounds. In this incursion, he went further and further, until my sphincter snapped over the widest part of his upper forearm, coming to rest on his somewhat narrower elbow. He sensuously paraded his fist around inside of me, growing more and more quiet as he found I had few limits in width or depth. Just as I was about to attempt to squeeze down on my aching, twanging sphincter to smash out my simmering seeds, he yanked that whole, pudgy arm of his back out of me, shaking his bald head as though it was a real shame he was not allowed to help me bust a nut. Naturally, I 78also thought that this was an unfortunate shame to leave my needy, pounding plumpness so sparingly unsatiated. It seemed my seeds were being saved until some later event.
...He dried me off, lightly massaged warm, flowery smelling oil into my skin, and called to the cutest boy to come back in. Just before we turned to exit, the elderly, prime assistant to the monarch came in, craggy features now all fully relaxed in aspect, since he was no longer in view of the others. He had an onyx decanter of an oily ointment. He dabbed a thin coating of this mixture on my roughed-up skin, ripped by those tight ties to the raft. Other open wounds on me were also gently rubbed with this elixir. The perplexing old duck chanted a funny little ditty to himself the entire time, quite noticeably enjoying what he was doing. My skin started to sting, then lightly burn. I bugged out my eyes at him in an obvious showing of my discomfort. He soothingly patted his gnarly hand on my bare shoulder, in a grandfatherly manner, and made hushing noises, as if attending to an infant.
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Sure enough, within minutes, the initial pain bled away and a slight tingling remained. He warmly smiled at me with his green stone teeth, then turned and left. I was escorted by the nicest young guy into a separate chamber, where I was shown to a soft, padded plank platform to lay down upon. No sooner were my weary heels even with my appetite, but I was sound asleep. I felt a warm, sopping mouth engulfing my recumbent meat, but I was just too damned drowsy to enable a reaction, for once. I awoke much later to the sounds of increasing activities accompanied by many voices in the outside chamber. I arose and found what I hoped would be a chamber pot to piss in.
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Within moments I was met by the effervescent lad from the night before. He encouragingly reached out to take my hand, and when I looked down, I was startled to find that my painful wounds had all somehow, miraculously, completely healed over. There was not even any residual scar tissue left to show there had been any damage to the skin when I flaked off the scabs that had formed. I knew the Wiccan cult reputedly possessed this type of healing power, but I had always assumed it was like all the other myths usually surrounding their witchery. I felt fine.
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The Dwarf ~ He led me to an empty room containing a small gilt table which was festooned with edible fruits, cheeses and other sundry types of milk products. Despite my ravenous hunger, I was only allowed to eat smaller portions of the repast. I was taken out afterward to the main hall where several dozen inhabitants had gathered to eat and watch a handful of the lovely youths perform nimble acrobatics, mixed with sexy, exotic dance routines. This elite assemblage engaged in communal chewing on a dark green leaf with great, rapturous pleasure. Their resplendent leader sat in all of his muscular glory, his plumed headdress, the fabulous cape, and awesomely bejeweled impressiveness, on that remarkable, pounded gold throne at the raised central dais. ...When he saw me, he subtly turned around to his old advisor, who went out and came back in with a small boy, who began walking towards me around the wall behind the guests, with a rolling swagger. When he had drawn closer to me I saw that he was not really a child, but a short dwarf. He took my hand within his tiny mitt, pulling me back around the outside wall, until we reached the central raised area. A vacant seat on the golden bench was awaiting me there. A glass of something sweet and somewhat fermented was handed to me, which I slowly sipped. It was delicious.79...
The rest of that entire morning, into mid-afternoon, during which the banquet grew more untidy, we all watched the engaging performances of those naked, youthful acrobats, or expert jugglers, erotic dancers or foolish clowns, while the others feasted. I was provided nothing additional to imbibe, other than just that cool drink, during this time. Whenever an occasional performer flubbed a difficult dance-step, or lost his balance, the crowd made an ooo-oohing, sound and threw bits of their food or fruit at him. I could not help but notice as some of the perspiring youths went to join those older tribal members, after their particular shows, and sat on their bare laps to watch the rest of the entertainment.
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It was after some time that I realized they were all quietly groaning and moaning, while grinding onto the inserted, meaty logs of the guest warriors. When a youth spurted a load, though they appeared to be prohibited from any touching of their privates, they only made intense grimaces of pleasure, but without any other sounds. The older partner wiped this up and sucked the young spunk off of his fingers. When the older inserter looked like he too, was unloading, he simply bounced around in his seat and then kept his eyes closed for a short few minutes. The king never once looked over in my direction during any of these hours of entertainment, and he was studiously avoiding looking at my eyes for some inexplicable reason. We all were given small packets of the bitter leaves to chew, which left my mouth numb and made my throat very thirsty and dry. These leaves also gave me a woozy sense of disorientation mixed with elation, while a buzzing in my ears increased in volume.
...After the main body of performers completed their routines, the rulers revered aide stood up and launched into a slowly sung, gravelly tune. That melody was soon picked up, in a tenor key, by the concupiscent youths now located evenly around within caverns borders, using unusual string or flute instruments, with small drums, to accompany that initial tune, in an ethereal chorus. After a minute of two of singing this haunting song, the assemblage, in unison, began calling out responses in time to the next song that was being sung. While all of this was going on, that escorting dwarf reappeared and clamored up onto the gold covered table where their Chief and I sat. The implements of the food and drink had been efficiently carried off of it by the serving boys. The shorty turned his attention to me, and beckoned to me to join him upon the table top. This seemed awkward to me, but I knew it might be considered a grave insult if I did not follow the program, whatever it might be leading towards. The little fellow had me lie down, with my stomach up, directly in front of their majestic chieftain. He pulled my arms up, and indicated I was to lock both hands under my head.
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From his bowed legs sprouted an enviable bloat that would make any man twice his size proud. This impressive erection of his was even a little larger than mine, to my chagrin. Shorty was obviously about to pop this fat instrument right into my opened mouth. But, that old counselor approached me from the other side of the table, motioned my approaching suitor back, carrying up with him a three-legged brazier burning red-hot coals in it, onto which he threw a small packet consisting of pungent smelling leaves. A different type of sticky leaf was again offered to me, and he made the chewing motion to guide me. The drifting smoke trails wafting from this toasting mixture were hard to avoid, so I inhaled it with no qualms, nor choice, for that matter. The bitter leaf I gnawed at, left my lips and tongue in a rather more numbed condition than before, leading me to think this 80was a more potent variety. After some more smokey intakes and chaw, all of my thoughts grew fairly opaque and fuzzy. I felt my mind begin to float up and out of my body, which meant I could literally look down and see myself and the scene taking place before me.
...I felt the small attendant lifting up my legs and begin to stroke into my culvert with one of those tiny, but chubby paws. The other hand lightly fondled my lax ball sac. He also had been chomping on one of the bedazzling leaves, and when he leaned forward on top of my butt, he spat a gushing amount of his saliva containing the leafs heady extraction inside my bum opening. I began to lose most of the feelings around my rear portal and interiors, matching my lips, tongue and throat. Next, he stuck his little tongue down into the hole of my stiffness, engulfing the mushrooming head in his mouth, whereupon, my inflated cock grew numb, also. Despite this loss of sensation, my need took off in a hardening vortex of lusty craving, far greater than normal. My outward focus narrowed in, so that it shrunk in its kenning limits to the hot-as-a-kiln level of heat dispersing around my splayed, hungry butt hole. The older minister once more stepped forward and circulated the plate of the conjuring, smoking concoctions under my nose.
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I passed consciousness over into an even higher level of peaked need. That was when I felt when the slippery, balled-up fist of the smallest guy, pass facilely through my loosening notch. This punch was followed with his aggressively pressing forward and greasily upward in his non-stop, revolving circuity from his curious tappings around inside my innards. The formerly austere head of the tribe now watched with his growing interest, as my tight stomach was stretched in a bulged tenting upwards, then it sensuously rolled back and forth under the spell of their talented dwarfs inner dance. He tacitly coordinated this with the sounds of the erotic, surrounding music and drum beats. My worried anticipation was quickly replaced with total, pleasured need.
...With great solemnity, his eminence reached out one bulky hand out to cover the ball of the fist inside of me, lightly massaging the pliant overlay of my muscles and flesh. Finally, he looked me in the eye with a depth of grandeur and fathomless concentration that took my breath away. Despite that weight of his stare, after a few minutes, I saw his eyes twinkle and the hint of a smile formed on his alluring, manly visage. I, too, let a small grin form in response, which appeared to please him. While he plied my abdominals from the top, the half-pint pummeled me more and more deeply until I felt the plop of my stretched ass ring close over his rounded bicep, re-expanding once again as his deltoid was forced into me until he reached the final limit of his sweaty armpit.
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These extraordinary pressures upon my frantic squirt trigger took me right to the sharp precipice edge, where I launched onto the euphoric slide leading to orgasmic capitulation. But, I could not quite seem to reach past to that next step, apparently due to the numbing agent which had been introduced into me earlier. Sensing the impending zenith of my climax, as my quivering piece turned an angry reddish color with its maximum blood pack, the senior coot motioned for that lancing little devil to withdraw, which he did, employing some wracking deliberation. At the finish of that incremental, jiggling departure, I was a basic, delirious madman, totally focused upon my thwarted release, but this was not to be forthcoming, since my shot spots were numbed and deftly pushed in a way to deflate my load of seed-plaster. The miniature 81man finally exited my choking orifice, then backed off from the golden surface, wiping his oleaginous arm upon a soft cloth provided by that cutest of young lads, who seemed to keep appearing around me. He must have been delegated to be my squire in this place.
...Their regal chief stood majestically up, revealing an enormous erection. He motioned for the chanting to cease, and spoke a single command. He turned, after one last tendentious look in my direction, filled with a steamy, simmering portent, and left the raised platform, followed closely by those dour, exceptionally virile-looking guards. I was helped up from my supine position, with the aid of that attentive, adolescent aide, who cleaned up my ass. Despite my unsteady delirium, he escorted me back across to another alcove located off from the elegant main meeting area. I was then placed upon my back, atop a rectangular hanging contraption. This swinging device allowed my two legs to be bound upward and outward, exposing my predatory, gaping flue, towards the entranceway of that secluded recess. My bottom was placed high, with my head angling lower down, so that the blood rushed into my whirling brains. My arms were coaxed up and outward, over my head, forming a Y, and I was firmly affixed to the hanging rope supports with more of their soft, woolen material. From whatever had been introduced into my system, I entered into a delightful, although hazy, fugue state.
...All of the sexy, muscled and abundantly-in-need-of-dropping-seed intoxicated guests formed an enthusiastic, ragged line leading out from the small room. The first took the long, hard rod of his steely flesh and proceeded to lambaste my sloppy canal with long, then short quick strokes, till I suddenly felt his shooting discharge splashing against my inner walls. He withdrew, but before another in line took his place at my haven, the old minister gave me more of the arcane leaves to suck on, and then wafted some more of those stinky-smelling fumes from the hot plate under my nose. I reeled up and out of my mortal frame, positioning my new perspective from somewhere up on high, far above the scene, gazing down upon my spellbound form, writhing with its salacious, sexual abandon below. The following, well-muscled native, stepped energetically forward and thrust his massive club of flesh inside my dripping entrails.
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With this packing weapon, he violently banged around in me, until another spew of his man-mush gushed within my hot, clinging sheath. The next intruder in line possessed a longer, but thinner furrower, which he stirred in extensive circles in increasing rapidity, until with a plosive grunt, pitched his substantial gumbo into. While waiting to take part in these sequential unloadings from their seminal discharges, the young attendants brought what cocks were drooping, back into their solid engorgements with expert oral attentiveness, in preparation for additional turns releasing their secretions into my hole. Fantasies fulfilled aboard the Launchward were relived.
...The dwarf then interrupted the line, balled his hand, and punched deeply into me, forcing the tribes gravy deposits into my deepest reaches. Then, that same process began again. Load after cascading load was chucked out and into me as the various sizes and shapes of Tenoch penetrators entombed their sizzling offerings into my crypt. Every fourth or fifth flooding was followed with that little arm pushing the freshly buried broth into me so far,82very little of this sludge oozed back out. I lost my accounting of the numbers and types of burrowers sodomizing my trap, but eventually, after the ultimate man lathered my pit, and those that could provide seconds, or thirds, provided their glop in my reservoir, that high ranking overseer came over to my flue, noting the flooded fullness of my swamp with his craggy visage.
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Implanting a large, round, green, rock-plug in my corridor, he ensured that all of the communal sludge was retained in my muck-filled vault. I was not certain which I preferred more: the rapture of experiencing the wide array of masculine sexual techniques, or surrender to the extreme girth of that new, cold, stone plug. My hunger had reached a point of hideous need. He then had me helped up and out of that ingenious sling device. A beaker of some bitter tasting elixir was raised up to my lips, which had gotten greatly parched by that time. After only two or three quenching swallows, both of my now shaky knees buckled, and I was quickly caught under each arm by the lithe acolytes. The small room spun around me a couple of times, then I winked out from my reality into hollowed, sightless, impenetrable blackness.
The Jaguar Ritual ~
After the period I was incognate, the sentient world snickered in through my closed eyes and sound-free ears. Before I could determine my status, I heard the bass beat of massive drums and trilling flutes. I creaked open one heavily lidded orb at a time, until I gradually adjusted to my current locale. I looked to my left and I saw a highly polished golden disc, which was shaped into a shallow, concave bowl. Torches blazed blindingly on either side of it, reflecting a solid beam of light, focused somewhere beneath me. Surrounding this lit device was a riot of woven tropical flowers in every color of the rainbow. There seemed to be some pattern to it, forming a circle of the heads of fanged reptiles. ...
Rolling my head upward, I found that there was a canopy of gilt-framed, crystalline windows allowing the new, full moon in the night sky to pour through, in cascading ladders of ghostly pale light. I turned to my right, and saw nothing but vacant space, and looked down. I was high up in the pavilion, atop the largest temple. The steps descended far beneath me to the town square, where the sybaritic, raucous, all male populace was singing, dancing nakedly and coupling with each other in wild surrender. The loud, hollow drumming was issuing from huge carved out logs, and beaten urgently by nude, sweaty musicians, accompanied by the numerous young flute and string players strumming out a strident concert of sounds. A narrow pathway, festooned with multicolored flower petals, led around to the rear of the towering structure, through the mixed throngs of the swirling tides of participants in those festivities. A cool night breeze informed me that my hair had been entirely removed, on my head as well as my crotch, and apparently everywhere else on me, too. I was as sexily shaved bare as an adolescents bum. My body shimmered with a light patina of golden dust that had been applied with a fine oil paint.
...I looked down between my upturned legs and saw the two god-like guards standing side by side, stolid and yet fully aroused, so that the golden chain tethers stretching from their pierced nipples down to their be-ringed head flares, were pulled tautly. Their bulls-balls remained stretched downward with their wide, jade-green collars. Their stiff headdresses had been changed from the original feathers to shiny gold replacements, made to look like 83real plumes. Wildly painted faces were covered in an intricate pattern of interlocking curls and circles. They threw off sexuality like a brick furnace. I then noted that my own arms were bound up and out against the outstretched arms of a solid stone figure, reclining on its back. My head was in the niche between chin and chest where the carving bent to the side in a silent scream or call toward the audience. My legs were affixed to that statues own leg angles, spread widely apart.
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My exposed butt rested over the edge of the padded, flat surface of the rock belly. I tested my throbbing declivity with a slight tensing to find that the bollard plug still remained corked in place. My head was continuing to spin from whatever I had imbibed at the earlier celebration. Other, taller tripods, holding the burning bundles of those smelly leaves, were emplaced on either side of me, the issuing fumes from them did not encourage my warped thoughts to try and coalesce, in light of those strong effects from the surrounding clouds of intoxicating smoke.
...One of the severe guards looked down at me, nudged the other, who promptly picked up a huge, padded hammer, turned back to his left and resoundingly struck an immense, golden gong hanging behind them. The resultant booming was enormously reverberating, and all activity and sound arising from far below, ceased immediately. In that ensuing silence, the creaky voice of ancient derivation rang out in a lilting, even mesmerizing cadence. From the distant corner of the mammoth temple, a parade line of torch-bearing marchers slowly emerged, keeping in step with the song sung by the old priest at their lead, now wearing a long robe of white fur with black spots. A wide-arching, round headdress of raven-black, tenebrous plumes crowned his brow.
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As soon as the bottom of the steeply rising staircase heading toward me was reached, a single string instrument and ethereal flute joined in the melody. The echoing refrain sent chills down my spine. At the end of the procession, the mighty, bespangled principal appeared in a shiny, golden chair supported by several tawny, burly, exposed supporters. Behind this group were two more statuesque natives holding golden leashes linked to jeweled collars around two leopard-like cats. Each of these feline mascots was covered with the same white fur and black spots similar to the pelt worn by the High Priest, despite the heat and moistness of the late summer night.
...Ponderously climbing the precipitous steps, the venerable lead stopped at that first landing and directed two attendants to the sides where they set the stone bowls aflame. Up onto another score of steps he went, and that ritual was repeated. This occurred at each level, whether to light the braziers, or to allow the over-mature gent to catch his breath, would be hard to say. But, this took a very long time, and when the platform that I was on was reached, the poor old-timer could barely hold aloft his fine golden staff with the feathered serpent head. While he wheezed and huffed, a dozen more of the participants crowded onto this highest level.
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The glamorous king had gotten off of the throne chair, assumed the leashes of those two cats, and began his own laborious climb up to the top. With that weight of his enormous headdress of long feathers, and flowing cape of interwoven yellow and red plumes, along with the immense, gold jewelry he wore, it must not have been all that easy to manage the ascent, while attending to their two mascots, which appeared to be drugged and dreamily lethargic. The groups whole arrival process seemingly had to be84accomplished while keeping up time to that haunting, singular musical background, which elongated their approach. Once all parties had joined up at the pinnacle, the very last was my original guide, who looked at me, and abruptly winked with a broad smile. If his goal was to induce me to relax, it worked. Any qualms that I might have had about becoming some religious sacrifice, dissipated then and there, despite the recollection of the stains of rust-red flowing down the stairs beneath me.
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Their splendiferous lord stepped backward, while the two wild beasts sat on either side, allowing the recovered oldster to address the throng gathered silently below us. He sung out a spooky tune that only lasted a few beats, using a surprising clarity. The enrapt assemblage below us picked up on the refrain, then allowed their priest to sing out, and after, they responded again, with their roaring chants that silenced, or drowned out, the strident noises of the surrounding jungles night-beasts.
...The more boisterous singing below picked up again, and the haggard witch doctor stepped to my head, and again offered the strange, dark leaves that I was to chew on. My mouth renewed its numbness and my heart began to race even as my thinking dove into whorls of staggering intensities. A sticky, brown substance was also tossed into the brazier, emitting cloyingly smelly fumes which had my thoughts dancing in pirouettes. My plugged up hole loosened sufficiently around the butt plug, allowing a small line of viscous drool to escape. The two behemoth guards stood on either side of their chieftain, and lifted that enormous head-gear off, setting it on a special pedestal to the rear. Another two of those attendants held onto the beautiful cloak when he shrugged it off of those boulder-sized shoulders. It was then I noted that the concave, reflecting surface of the wide, golden plate, pin-pointed its light into a narrow spot, with my butts bulls eye being the sole target.
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Now that their Herculean head man was completely exposed, showing off the true size of his horse-hung manhood, I could not resist the flood of pleasure that inflated my anxiety-shriveled sprout into granite. I spied those numerous, enlarging gilded bands which fit along the complete length of his pilaster shaft, increasing those already large dimensions, quite substantially. I luxuriated in his serious attentiveness to me, while he reached one leg trunk up and across my chassis and stood there, straddling my bound body beneath him, laying sprawled open in its absolute most vulnerability. The narrowly focused channel of that reflecting yellow light was illuminating all our extremities for the whole lower convocation to observe. He lifted both arms outward, and the attending guards removed his weighty gold wrist cuffs and arm bands, setting them back against the flowered wall. I saw that his big fingers had already had the many rings taken off of him, so that he now appeared less like a Croesus, and a lot more like some sort of a sacred, primeval deity.
...To my utter astonishment, their demigod lowered himself down, until our two throbbing arousals were rubbing. He slowly leaned forward and mildly started rubbing my nipples between his thumb and first finger. Without looking away, he bent closer and placed soft lips on mine, nibbling a bit, and prodding his tongue into me. I could not have been more taken aback, never suspecting this level of gentleness from one so somber in demeanor. I used my lips to caress this moist probe, and deeply inhaled as I let his lungs fill mine.
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He tasted heavenly and his smell was truly divine. He kept this up for several minutes, until 85my strong needs for him became uncontrollably apparent, when I hummed long and low against that questing tongue. He then moved back into an upright position, grinding his hot, steamy winker across my turgidity, even as his own distension arched upwards, nearly striking him between his pectorals. He began by speaking softly to me in his rich baritone, saying nothing I could translate, but I perfectly understood him. I groaned audibly with my desire for this wondrous figment of my imagination come to life. He reached both his hefty hands behind my neck, and began working miracles with those stiffly tense tendons and muscles there. He kept this up until they were pliable, seemingly unaware of anyone watching, or that this took a fair amount of time. He deeply rubbed his way forward to my temples and into my jaw muscles, then cheeks to chin. He moved down to my lateral muscles, and back to my heaving chest.
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There was no way I would have ever predicted that one so lofty could be actually capable of such love-making this wonderful. He lifted his solid leg back over me, and in a single gracefully pivoting motion, landed back between my legs. A golden stool, with a soft pad, was immediately proffered to him, which he sat upon. He began working that same magic on my thighs and calves. When he reached my feet, he began sucking upon my toes, pushing his hot, damp tongue in between them, and tracing the skin webbing from large to small pinky. At the same time, his thumbs dug into the places in the sole of my foot that often cramped, causing me to fall further within the spell cast by these healing touches, becoming a bowl of stiff English slush which slowly melts down into a boiling puddle on that hot summers eve. He used large amounts of his slippery saliva that acted like a slickening lubricant to ease the motions across my tenderly attended to foot muscles. The discharges to my brain sent from between my toes, made me arch my back and moan with total pleasure. He seemed not to mind the light gilding on my skin, which incongruously, made his tongue shimmer in the flickering lights.
...His High Priest offered us both more of the anesthetizing leaves, which the king started to chew, while the wafting smoke coming from the braziers was growing denser, despite the slight night breezes. Stretching upward again between my open legs, he leaned gradually down onto me, and locked his manly mouth onto mine, once more. This time, however, instead of his breath flowing into me, he exchanged our leaf wads gummy extracts, back and forth, in what was an inconceivable sensuality. After this remarkable, sexy action, he sat back on his stool and he lifted my low hangers up at the same time that he was pulling back on that big stone plug lodged firmly in my cakes. He set this heavy corker off to the side. Since the retaining statues base was positioned with my ass held high, and my chest low, very little secretion from the passel of their Tenoch cum flowed out of me.
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Using his two blunt thumbs, he moved the tissues of my soggy bog back and forth, relaxing me even more, if not in muscle, very certainly in mind. At first, he simply worked a bit of thumb in and out, and then more so, by gradations, widening out my opening. He moved forward until the phenomenal breadth of his organs blunt tip grazed moistly against the sensitized membranes lining my sluice-gate lips. He pressed this gold-ringed club solidly against the gape he had created with his thumbs. When he pulled his thumbs back out of the iris, my muscled grip closed over the fully inserted, stupendous girth of his meaty crown. He was clearly, measure for measure, much larger in this aspect, than any of his minions I recalled 86from those earlier festivities.
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The plug had made my portals much more accommodating, so much so that he was able to facilely slide totally into me that first of the gold band cock enlargements, after which my snaring straits clamped down within the smaller, intervening, grooved spaces. Then another, larger gold circle plopped past my skin gates, and an even larger one. He worked each of these outsized stretchers into his maximum depth, with not too much pain on my part, which he was closely observing. When I winced, or if I rapidly blinked, he stopped and waited for me to restart my continuous purr of abject hunger for all of him.
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Again, I was impressed that this paragon of masculinity was a very considerate lover, too. Progressing inside of me in this indolent fashion, I indulged my wanton needs, and I swallowed in all of his gold encased shaft down to the pronounced V of his lower abdominals, where all of his hair had also, like mine, been removed. His deeply buried, fat promontory was prominently protruding halfway, to just beneath my chest. Therein, he undoubtedly started to dip that bulging, bulbous cap into their communitys simmering stew, which was still bubbling inside of my winding embrasures. His cocks enhanced base seemed to be about the same girth around as that former, fat, green plug had been, bringing me more and more pleasure as he rocked it back and forth against my confines.
...Acrobatically, he dipped down onto my pulsating outgrowth and worked in some of that numbing sputum into my dripping urethra. Closing his soft lips over my bloated tube, he forcefully blew a jetting stream of it far into me, so far, that it was seemingly taking away any intensities building towards my waiting man-jam issuance. He inched himself back off of me to the wide flange of my distended helmet, and glided back down again during this next injection of that flow of bewitching spewage. When he rose back up, he had a long, flexible leather cord gripped in his hand, which appeared to be more like a necklace since it was intermittently laced through several small, green marbles. This beaded string he slid through a bowl of greasiness provided by the medicine man. Skillfully, he fed the dripping front end into my cock hole. Since I was effectively numb along the entire shaft of my rod I was not in any pain, as much as in detached wonderment at this new, captivating activity.
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More and more of those little, bedeviling jewels disappeared into my piss channel, until the spherical protrusions from my tube were rubbed erotically against his entrenched spear, at the base of my erection. After several more measures of shoving and coaxing, he reached the very end of the line. That end consisted of a free length of leather lacing that he snugly tied just under my monks hood, so there would be no chance of slipping back out of me. When I tentatively clenched my bladders sphincter, the trapped inserts true size became readily apparent as it teased along my membranes. My sexual energies then rose up to a much greater, higher order of radiating cognizance from the stroking and implantation of the device. Incredible rivers of desire saturated my entire body, making me a sexual torch.
...Straightening back up, with an increasing tempo, he pumped his colossal driver within my sodden viscera and pulled back, only to plow back rapidly in, until I was being lifted up and off of my pedestal with each hard, inward thrust. The ridges of encasing bands acted like a washboard against my tender flesh. His ribbings rubbed incessantly up against that packed insert of jade balls, with each injection of gold, metallic pummelers. I was lucky in 87that they had thought to provide that cushioning material on the statue, otherwise my back surely would have been shredded when it was rubbed against the hard rocks stomach with the sheer force of his massive annihilation of my buggered buttocks. Eventually, when the rough pumping reached to a staccato blur, I knew he was near that point of no return.
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He threw his regal head back and roared out in a loud animalistic eruption, joining his copious get with that of the all other warriors preceding him. He held me aloft on his telescoping stiffness, though my arms and legs were still tied down, squeezing his strong fingers into the soft flesh of my bottom cheeks, and supported me with his spacious palms. His wedge remained buried inside of me to the hilt, spurting his boiling packets of semen against that gurgling baptismal oasis of sacred tribal emissions, creating even more volume out of the percolating reservoir waiting within me. He face countenanced a bestial orgasmic rage.
...After his shocks, shudders and shivers wound down to an occasional wild jerk or two, he angled down to capture my lips with his again, and then he explored me for some time. I sensed the gradual retraction of his tool, keenly feeling the loss of a most intimate linkage with this most masterful lover. He gently backed his whole way out of my clammy lair as the old witch doctor approached once more with another odd elixir for me to drink. I felt already on top of the clouds at that point, and I knew there was no way I could not trust these spectacular specimens of manhood, so I drank the entire draft. He then placed some roundish, button-looking plant seeds into my mouth to chew, and gave a couple to their sweaty monarch.
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A luminous, rainbow-like halo soon began to form around the gloriously dampened sheen of that dazzling, expressive face. Many extended auras, embracing each color of the spectrum, vividly ignited and spread outwardly from the flaming torches, the guards, and even the geezer. My outer skin seemingly turned to transparent as it prickled with waves of odd sensations. The snowy leopards sprouted fluffy, gossamer wings and looked at me with their eons-old intelligence and wisdom. I felt I was growing gradually weightless in the cooling night air. Through the mica plated roof openings covering the grand pavilion, the full, scabrous moon began to smile down at me in the jovial heartiness of a confirmed celestial brotherhood as starry spikes formed an elaborate light display.
...I felt such an amorous bond with my new companion that I merely sighed contentedly as his titanic hand worked its mind-flipping enormity into my inundated bowels. The horrific bulge in my stomach surface made me giggle as he shoveled his way to the dammed flood of group fluids. He scooped back out of me his handful of the communitys consecrated, steaming offering, simultaneously with a sharp command from the priest. The two animals rose and swaggered over to the out-reached hand. The living god-embodiments indolently licked the hand clean of funky spunk. Over and over, his beefy ladle pulled the essences of their culture out from my nurturing bowels, digging deeper and further searching for some more of their holy muck to deliver to the purring cat mascots they obviously worshipped adoringly.
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When very little more of their esoteric bilge could be dredged from within my channel, their leader stepped aside, allowing those licentious felines to meander forward. Using their rasping tongues to lick at the source of their treat, they cleaned around, about, and then began reaching those inordinately long tasters all the way inside of my hollowed88out basin. To say that this sensation made me leap up and form an arched bridge across my incarcerating statue, would not begin to describe the rectal ecstasy caused by those ever seeking, savage probes, lapping up the tribes miasma, and making my raw nerves endings explode in bolts of energized lightning. Just knowing that those awful fangs and their pointed teeth were pressed up snug against my tender, vulnerable tissues, made me quell any possibly overly reactive movements on my part, while they continued with their devouring of all those so special treats emplaced inside of me by their devotees, in deeply lodged tongue incursions. The profane taboo of an animal causing me to feel these sexual pleasures perversely added to the insane eroticized lift I felt. My eyelids suddenly became transparent when I closed them.
...With another command, the obedient big cats jointly turned around, and just like Captain Holtz had done to my dick with the pet rat, their king began to force the two tails of these beasts inside of my unloaded, but still slimy chute. In and more inside me, their twitching, prehensile tails threaded around my bends and curves, until the two creatures were in as distantly as their furry tails were long. Each feline moved whimsically to its own, separate desire, shooting stars of tumultuous radiance up and down my inner core. Their monarch, like a perfect lover, massaged my bestially breached tummy to milk out more swill, along with increasing the full sensation of the foreign forms that tangled and whipped around my labyrinthine coils.
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While I dazedly fell further under the maddening spells of that magical elixir, their evil seed buttons, the stinky smoke and numbing leaves, I only partially became aware that these chimerical, scouring strands were removed. The last bits of me, and the residual fluids of the congregational contributors which glisteningly coated their tails, were then licked thoroughly clean by the fastidious brutes. A kaleidoscope of jumbled images poured over my passions when their great monarch again inserted his massive, balled fist into me, and similar to the movements of a rug beater, he re-punched into my lax, viscid ramp over and over again. This ultimate battering taxed my ass to its very limits and took me into a more rarified plain of existence. My keening wail of sheer mental decomposition filled the brilliantine night.
...Meanwhile the wily high priest removed his green stone dentures, and came along my side. He sucked my aching missile deeply down inside of his throat, past his soft cheeks. He did something unusual with his ridged gums which made me feel pressure against every single one of those stringed globes lodged within my piss tube. The combinations of the frontal assault and the rear rampage did the deed, causing me to violently break the evil Sisyphean containment spells, allowed me to let out all my own unlocked gumbo, so greatly, vastly, and unwillingly retarded up till then. Their beguiling wizard, sensing my upheaval, pulled himself up and off of my ready-to-fire cannon.
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Without any forewarning to prepare me, he abruptly ripped that braid of tormenting, unsavory nodules out of my piss canal in one, horrid yank, while constricting my cock tightly within in his other knobby grip. Of course, with the insert that was blocking the seedy jettison removed, my deluge was propelled out of me with a long, consummating series of delirious pumpings. At first I just screamed with my grimacing pleasure, and then I hollered, and then shouted to the heavens until I grew89too hoarse. I seemed unable to volitionally stop that crescendo flood of my apocalyptic bomb of primal energy torrents, spurting seeds until I ran dry. Then, I was shooting out yellow showers of pent-up urine, squirting it right into the wry face of my miraculous, ingesting sorcerer, who evidently was interested in drinking as much of those drafts of my brewed results from the things I had ingested as he could.
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In the end, I was relegated to making only futile, contorting spasms, without anymore of my juices erupting, despite the intense pressure and need. I grew more unable to breathe. The torch lights grew dimmer. Then I limply collapsed into a welcoming, satiating cocoon, which was surrounding me with its embracing limbo-void of nothingness. My last thought was a suddenly appearing phrase from my simpering, adoring French tutor, tant mieux, or, "so much the better."
...The crashing of the surf, and the screeching of seagulls dragged me reluctantly from within a marvelous dream I was having about Mark, by my side, once again. He was joining me during each of the recent excursions into those unpredictable, improbable unknowns from the past unfolding few weeks. I groggily opened my eyes and found Chustin was sitting quietly by my side. He offered me a cool juice drink of freshly squeezed, tropical fruits. I stiffly rose up on my elbows to see that we were in a hut of recent construction, made up of palm fronds, near the breakers in front of the river where I had only lately arrived, days, or maybe weeks ago.
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My mind grasped only fleeting images of those sexual indulgences occurring in the spell-cast days of the opaque past. Around us were the stacks of toppled palms, rotting fish, and other clear evidence of the devastating destruction remaining from the mighty wave which had propelled me here. My mind grew awash with some odd, half-recollected images of the indolent time, during which I remained plied with various mind-altering substances. This all happened while the gorgeous, hunky, immortal escapee from Olympus, or Valhalla, thoroughly worked on my bodys parts in various pleasurable ways, both challenging and unbelievable. Just that slim recall made my staff re-stiffen into full alertness. I turned to Chustin with a reborn desire for him blossoming on my face.
...However, Chustin looked at me sternly, saying seriously, Tenoch need help. Espaneesh arrive. You talk away. They obey other white man. I immediately realized that he was speaking in the native tongue, which I must have picked up during the period I had spent with their well-muscled chieftain. He then turned his head to face out toward the glassine surface of the adjacent bay, where I then saw that there was a very ominous appearing Portuguese galleon anchored. Oddly, it flew no colors. I could see that a long boat was being lowered into the water along the ships side, holding a half-dozen oarsmen. I might have been mistaken, but they all looked to me, in the garish sunlight, to be of the Moorish persuasion, skin the color of sable, glistening in the sheen of hot daylight.
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I got up and I staggered toward those imminent arrivals, still too hexed to be afraid, and too incoherent to realize I was fully undraped. Chustin, apparently in his more appropriate fright, did not join me. The intense heat and salty spray helped to sweep away a few of the last cobwebs in my slowly focusing brain. I fully recognized my potential peril only after a giant, naked, black man got out of the beached long boat. He sloshed through the loose surf sand in my direction, holding a very ominous looking sword in one hand. His pendulous, hooded, serpentine 90organ flopped noticeably against each of his thick thighs with every long stride bringing him, and it, closer to me. Once again, my own shank started to react from that enlarging view of his developed muscles and his masculine demeanor, with each swaggering stride toward me.
...He looked familiar, but I could not place where I could have met him. He approached me with a mean snarl contorting his manly face, and then spoke something gutturally to me in probably a Latin language. However, the accent was so heavy, it could have been Nordic. I said back to him with a shrug, I speak English, or French. Immediately, his demeanor changed, and he asked, You Englees? I nodded affirmatively. He told me, We escape Portugeesy. We want home. Take Galleen. I flippantly remarked, Jolly good. My best wishes to you. I was too buzzed to be afraid, but he was unable to understand my silly quip.
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We stood there appraising each other. I could not help but notice that he had the similar patterns of raised scars over his face and well-hewn body like Barack displayed. Emptied holes were visible, where body emplacements had been removed. I said, very slowly, with expressive hand gestures, so he could follow what I was saying. I am lost from my ship, Our Lady Launchward. The first mate, my friend, had marks like yours, pointing out his patterns of scars. He had a thin, golden chain around his ankle from his true love. He called himself Barack Otama. In dumbfounded disbelief, the giants large mouth fell wide open with , huge eyes round as saucers.
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It took some minutes for him to gather his wits. He asked, very carefully, attempting to control a tremulous stutter, You friend, sail wit Ba-rack O-ta-ma, Benin Prince? He alive? The last few words were gasped out in a near whisper. I said, Yes, the same. Then, this hulky mass of black, rippling sinews, immediately dropped down to the sand as his knees apparently buckled from beneath him, releasing the sharp sword onto the beach. He began to wail with an almost scary, plaintive howl, and salty tears literally sprang from within his huge eyes. His enormous hands raised beseechingly up towards the heavens. I stood transfixed in awe.
...The other ebony oarsmen raced up towards us, carrying swords or knives raised, fear and fierceness etched upon their darkened visages. They all dangerously surrounded us both. Their moaning leader sputtered out several words with his weird language, and all of their weapons were lowered. I was stared at in wide-eyed wonderment by these dark warriors. When the large leader was able to compose himself, he informed me, My name Derek. I Baracks other half, Orisha twin. He be my life. He then panted breathlessly, these few words seemingly to have taken most of his abundant strength to get out. I replied to him about how Barack spoke of him often, and that he was constantly saddened that he had to leave his dearest mate.
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I haltingly explained what Barack had said about leaving the way that he did, in order to avoid reprisals against Derek, or his other close chums, or family. Derek stopped me numerous times, asking me to rephrase, or explain something he could not grasp. I obliged. When the total tale was told, then all retold, in their strange tongue, they stood around exchanging low murmurs of wonder, or encouragement. Derek shakily got up on his huge feet, and then he said they desperately wanted to return back to their homeland.
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There were only males left, when their women were all chained, and thrown 91overboard in a mighty gale. I was aghast and more than a little queasy at the image. It was probably the identical storm that had changed my fortunes, also. He said that both Barack and he had learned their minimal English during the recent trade with merchants seeking to buy the ivory or gold from their villages. Despite this professed ability at speaking my language, I also had to have him go back many times to repeat what he was saying to me before I understood his full story. I had learned, despite my youth, that while coincidences can actually happen, there really are no coincidences.
...He implored me, We needfood bad. You help? I agreed I would. I related that these indigenous locals had been most friendly, and I was certain that any enemy of their enemy would be their friend. I trudged back up the beach, mind whirling at the strange smallness of this world we inhabited. There was no doubt that one of the old Earls many merchant vessels was what Derek was referring to. Chustin was hiding behind one of the copses of overturned palms, shaking with ill-disguised fright. He stuttered, trying to maintain those tatters of his remaining dignity, You hurt? They devils? I told him that they were recent captives of their hated Spanish (I was not sure they knew the difference from Portuguese), escaped, wanting to go back home. Unconvinced, he still repeated, You sure black devils safe? I replied, They are all just the same as you and me. Your skin is darker than mine, theirs is darker than yours. This seemed to make a little sense to him. I inquired if they could provide stores for the escaped slaves long voyage to Africa.
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He slowly nodded his head, and turned fully to face me. Tenoch deep in thank to you. You great, brave, and kind. He was probably referring to my stupid confrontation with that, as yet, unknown ship. It could just as easily have turned out disastrously for me. But, it may have related to the uninhibited way I accepted all the outlandish depravities their oversexed chief threw my way. I bowed my head in some humility, nevertheless, at the depth of raw emotions, now that he was vastly relieved from his initial, irrational fear of the dark-skinned sailors.
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I walked back down on the sand to where the seven stunning, ebony bodies were jabbering animatedly amongst each other using their rapid-fire language. Derek looked up when he saw me draw near, and worriedly asked me, They help? I replied, Yes. With that dire problem settled, they arose and pushed the long boat back into the water. Since I looked confused, Derek called, We need fresh river water. It dawned on me they must have also been starving, as well as thirsty, after the recently won battles for freedom from the evil Portuguese slave-traders, though I had heard the English were now into the evil market, also.
...So, while I waited in the cooling shade of one of the few upright, wide leafed plants, with many roots sinking into the muddy river bank, the red men sought foodstuffs and the black men filled large, wooden barrels with fresh river water. In the late afternoon, ever talented at camouflage, Chustin appeared from nowhere and quietly signaled for me to come within the jumble of sticks that had been a forest, since he was still a bit fearful of that unknown race from the moored Galleon. Several piles of different fruits, fresh and dried, along with cooked, salted meats lay in neat rows next to branches of ripened coconuts. Several small, boar-like pigs were all tethered to the new hut where I had awakened, built right next to the numerous overturned trees. A finely woven net for catching fish was folded in a pile, 92for added usefulness. Baskets of flat, bread-like loaves were placed in the mix made of maize.
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I yelled at the returned ex-captives, who ran up to the stores, and then began to carry bulky parcels on their heads back to the long-boats. Some of the fruit never made it aboard, since those un-fed men ate their fill from the new supplies, but there was plenty of fresh fruit to spare in these jungles. None of those munificent Tenoch was openly visible to me during these tedious loading chores. I probably would have reacted the same way, too.
...After a couple of hours of ferrying the largesse from the generous Tenoch to the galleon (of course, they may have thought of it in solely terms of a bribe to get the black devils to depart) Derek came back with only two oarsmen. He got out and stood quietly looking at me, the jungle, then the ship, arms folded over his shapely, defined chest. He queried me, You come with us? We would like! I heaved out an immense breath of decision-laden air. I cannot say I had not been giving this idea some thought. How could they, former simple hunters, manage that large, complicated galleon all by themselves? I could see the fun in being the sexual play-thing of the Tenoch, but I knew I would eventually grow tired of being their sex object, despite my obvious enjoyment now.
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I contemplated my choices, long and hard, and finally I turned to Derek, saying, What will your fellows think? He broadly smiled, showing his large, white, straight teeth, unlike those points of Baracks filings, and said, It their idea! We need to show thank. Still unsure, I slowly nodded my Yes, not yet quite so positive this was a wise move. In response, Derek let out with a loud Whoop! and scooped me up into a tight, bone-crushing embrace. My limp wanker, rubbing against his dusky monolith, set me to tingling and starting to inflate. I quickly released him so as not to cause either of us any untoward embarrassment. He did not miss my reaction, though, and smiled down brilliantly at me. When he set me back down, I hesitantly returned into the shadows of the decimated forest, hoping my thick excitation would deflate enroute before waving it foolishly at Chustin. I only half accomplished that goal.
...I immediately was facing Chustin, who again, seemed to appear out of thin air. I informed him, Thank you so much for your goodness in sharing. They need my help to get home. I believe I must join them. Chustin actually began brimming with tears, shaking his head, and sadly said, again, You great, kind man, Jaim. He also gave me a huge embrace, not much aiding in my stalwart attempt to wither my wanker. He dejectedly told me, Wait. We thought you go, possible. We get gifts. He signaled over into the jumbled up forest destruction.
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That beautiful youth, who seemed to always have been my lurking shadow, reappeared with a large, woven reed basket, apparently very heavy with unknown things. He walked haltingly to the long boat with me, toting that big package of presents for me. Once he dropped this awkward parcel into the boat, looking owlishly over at the immense Africans, he dropped to one knee in the sand, placed his damp forehead on my hand, and held it there for several beats. He got back up, wiped at an errant tear falling from out of his round, innocent eyes, smearing the wide, black line painted there, and shot back again to their safety in the puzzle of palm trees.
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When I looked back, numerous tribesmen stood and held up the flats of their hands in silent farewell. I returned their farewell gesture. I then turned and sought to face my next adventure into the unknown.93
Chapter 5. My Life Aboard the Black Rose
The Freedman, Derek ~
We took their longboat back out to the mutinied ship, aptly named the Rosa Negra, or Black Rose, for this was truly what they had done. The mighty, dark giants boarded the last stores of coconuts, dried meats, unusual tropical fruits, water and grains, while I also hefted the heavy gift basket aboard. I was most curious about its contents, but I felt that my presence on this vessel needed to be addressed, before I was automatically placed by the other freed travelers in the same category as their first oppressors. Derek had climbed ahead of me up the side ladder, arriving on the deck beforehand to explain my presence to the other escapees. The more important, jubilantly revealed news, about his "other half," the presumably lost son of their emperor, who happily still alive, well and free, had been made earlier, before our arrival. ...When I crossed over the railing, standing in front of me, arrogantly, yet provocatively, stood about 30 or 40 of those stark naked, well-hewn, well-hung, and well-armed Africans, all the same deep hue of midnight as was my dear Barack. They apprehensively looked askance at me, at first. Then, while Derek revealed the story concerning my assistance with obtaining their needed sustenance, the looks became more appraising and welcoming. I saw several of them stare more closely at my dangling assets, in the same manner as a finicky shopper would evaluate the meats at the Covent Gardens butcheries. Naturally, my spirits, among other things, began to arise to that occasion of being in the company of such stalwart men. I tried to put out of my head the horrors they must have faced in their abductions, and more so, the fact that this vessel originally must have held close to 300 souls in the lower areas, now dwindled to the remaining warriors in command. I had seen enough de-humanization at the hands of the Earl to last a lifetime. ...As leader of the successful rebellion, Derek had assumed for himself the former Captain's cabin. After introducing me around to his proud compatriots, he escorted me back to the stern, into the comparatively spacious accommodations awaiting there. Evidence of their pitched battle for their freedom was there, in broken container shards, strewn parchments, and trails of dried blood. Along the way to these quarters, I heard some repeated groans and wailings reaching up from the hold. I recognized that the takeover of the ship had not been without some lastingly severe injuries.
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I then told Derek that my former relationship with Captain Tom had grown so congenial, after a time, that he had even taken me under his "wing," instructing me in the art and methodology of piloting his complex vessel, quite similar to this one. I had luckily learned to use a compass, the star-charts, cartographical maps, sextant, sun board and a weather vane. Derek looked down at me, again, with that curious expression of humility and profound appreciation, similar to the one he had when I was able to secure for them the piles of provisions they desperately needed to enable their return voyage to their homelands. I felt a sweet warmth start to grow inside me from the proud feelings I had of a good deed well done.
...After leaving me, so he could attend to the efficient placement of the many foodstuffs, I 94turned my attention to the heavy, woven basket given to me by my brothers, the Tenoch. To my surprise, the first thing I saw was one of the gleaming, golden bracelets from my majestic partner of the first night. The transpiring events were now all distantly hazy and dreamlike in my fuzzy recall. It seems I had made a good impression, after all, and I was left with this remarkable symbol of his goodwill. The next exceptional things that caught my attention, were several of the implements used in that torch-lit ceremony, such as the firmly knotted leather string with the small jade beads, used inside of my erection, for such enhanced enjoyment.
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Also, there were many more wrapped bundles, which I discovered to contain a few pounds of those magically anesthetizing leaves which I had chewed, and the gummy, dark material, that emitted the thickened smoke in the braziers, and resulted in my formidably advanced euphoric state. An unguent that had been used on my severe skin scrapes, resulting in almost overnight healing, was in a sealed, light onyx jar. Other useful materials, I soon recognized, included an extremely heavy, large, smooth, golden phallus, familiarly constructed with the same type of enlarging rings that were on the king's meaty monster. Also, there was a folded bag of pliant leather, ending in a golden, phallic spigot, that was similar to the nozzles on the variously sized pitchers that the rotund eunuch had used to completely clean out my defecator. My heart warmed at the gracious generosity of the wondrous Tenoch, and again I wondered if I had made the right decision to depart.
...I heard the rasping sounds from the weighing of the retrieved anchor chain, and then I felt the ship tip slightly when we began to make way. I ventured back out onto the deck, and saw the utter confusion which was happening while the hapless, untrained crew engaged in the handling of the sails and sheets. How it was that they had made it up to this point, was clearly nothing less than purely a miracle of the blessedly innocent. First, I looked around to find Dereks location, but whenever I passed anywhere nearby several of those smiling, statuesque, clothesless crew members, their massive hands would occasionally reach out, and either pinch, caress, or even grab at my semi-hard genitalia. More often as not, there were their fine, wonderfully warm embraces, or they would look at me with a hand placed gently over my heart, or some even gave a simple bow. The sweaty, musky smell arising from their toiling bodies gave me heady, randy shivers. I felt certain this was truly going to be another enjoyable, educational voyage for me. I knew then that I had made the right choice to accompany these kind souls, for many anticipatory reasons, not just the altruistic ones. At this stage in my life, physicality was still on the same plane as spirituality.
...I found a rattled Derek, scrambling around, giving various ineffectual orders to his mates. I respectfully begged pardon to interrupt, not wanting to diminish his stature in the eyes of his comrades. I walked him back to the cabins interior. Forthwith, I told him in as simple terms as I was able, using more gestures than words, how to instruct his charges with the proper management of the sails. After some time, Derek grasped the gist of my meanings, and then he went out and reiterated my guidance to the crew with aplomb. It appeared to me that these very intelligent folks understood directions quite well, for their Rosa Negra was soon making a good headway. I was terribly gratified and proud to witness this grand accomplishment. When that needed management chore was completed, Derek and I went 95below decks to see how the food galley was being run. This, too, was totally chaotic, with a small committee of the colossal, nude beauties trying to assist in the preparations of their next meal. It sort of appeared as though they were more interested in snacking than in the provision of a meal for the others.
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I asked Derek to pick out the two smallest of the lot to focus on the matter, and the others more or less gladly ducked out to attend to some other needs in not as cramped areas. I was able to demonstrate how the fire was lit, how certain utensils were used in specificity, and then how the available food was to be prepared, like my sadly lost friend, Brian, had instructed me. Both of those handsome fellows picked up on the mimed explanations quickly enough, despite the language barrier. Soon enough, a well-seasoned, simmering stew and warmed legumes were in the offing for their shipmates consumption. The smells were making my mouth water, as were the two cooks.
...The smallest of the two chosen cooks, though still taller than me, possessed a prodigious middle shank, whose bulbous, sheathed cap nearly touched down onto his knees. I feared that there might be some damage to this prize trophy if he got too close to the hot ovens surface, so I looked about and was able to find a protective apron which he appreciatively wrapped around his firm waist. After this, he placed his chunky hand into the cleft of my bum, long fingers diddling inward, whilst his other palm gently patted around on the area atop my stomach, just above where my pubic hairs had once been, before the Tenoch had removed them. My resultant inflation drew some assenting murmurs and what must have been more suggestive queries from him, becoming clearly recognizable when his covering apron tented outward a King Henry Foot extending from his crotch.
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The Retribution ~
Since there was way too much necessary business still to be finished in getting the ship moving forward to our destination before the desirous dalliance could take place, I congenially squeezed the back of his thick neck, pointed over to the waiting food, and then I reluctantly left him standing there, with a sad look on both our faces, his flagged apron bobbing up and down with his movements. When I drew back out of the small galley heading to the bunking quarters, I again heard the rhythmic moans and groans issuing outward from the hold area. I could not tell if it was pain, or pleasure, or a mixture of both that I was hearing.
...My curiosity overcame my better judgment, so I ventured across into that cubicle. I was immediately assaulted with the tangy scent of male sex and sweat. Therein, were four of the bedraggled Portuguese slave traders, their arms and legs bound together and affixed to solitary ropes hanging from the ceiling, looking like some deer ready to be taken in for a gutting. Four of the gargantuan, sable-toned specimens were pounding their fat slabs of glistening beef into the fully exposed, clobbered, bloody rectums of the tortured seamen, as they swung suspended from the rafters by that single tie to the looped bindings. Clots of their blood and deep wounds covered their ravaged torsos. Their battered heads hung loosely back, mouths open, emitting the pain-filled utterances I had heard earlier. Limply swinging bodies were being hammered with the emancipated crew barely moving, using their enormously muscled arms to piston their pale receptacles brutally up and down upon coal-hard, throbbing shafts.
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This activity obviously had been taking place for some time, as was evident from the slippery streams of milky white and blood-red curds pooling 96beneath their captives indecently distended sphincters, which were involuntarily clamped tightly around the impaling ebony logs of the victors. The brightly inflamed, surrounding, clenching anal skin would totally prolapse outward several inches from their bottoms upon each of those lengthy, vacuuming withdrawals, and then it disappeared fully back in, when they were viciously rammed again. The ravaged, immolated tissues of their fully invaded stomachs would be pulled down into a concave hollow resulting from the total withdrawal of so much volume, and then their guts would barbarously re-inflate again with each of the defiling, careening reinsertions.
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While I was not too encouraged by the sight of the blood, I found that I was not repelled either, but rather drawn into the activity, imagining myself on the receiving side of the endless collisions of hard, thrusting flesh in my squelching anal valve, dripping with their seething African distillates. My heart began to race at the very thoughts of being in the enviable place of the conquered slavers skewered by the throbbing shafts of hard flesh. However, I could do without the coppery smelling blood, and fetid feces.
...All four of the colossal punchers looked at me with sensuously lidded eyes, but one soon opened his mouth in a piggy grunting, noisily matching with the cadence of his systematic invasion, obviously unloading another draught of his man-seed into the distraught sailor's mined out tunnel. The other three titans merely continued their forced intercourse, with the outline of their immensely swollen glans' visibly moving up and down in the punished perpetrators bellies. The spent rapist let his emptied musket flop out from the red, slack opening, his most recent infusion dripping in gooey strands out of that angry, gaping hole. As he stepped back and away, another eager contributor stepped up, rocketing his missile into the swollen orifice, repeating again the same sawing actions, with great gusto, causing the poor recipient to again pitifully moan out in a half-conscious reaction, weakened head loosely swinging up and down in countermeasure to the churning lunges.
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The humongous buttock basher closest to me, called out his base rumble, flailed wildly against his pierced victim in the delivery of his inseminating bilge, and then he similarly withdrew his smeared, spearing meat spade. Instead of stepping back, with an evil glint in his eyes, he formed his furious fist in a mighty, finger-pointed cone, and then began to wedge this monstrosity roughly up into that nearly bursting sphincter of his former kidnapper. Healing, bloody, striped scabs crisscrossed the broad back of the enraged escapee, which gave me more comprehension about the source of the intense animosities being portrayed here. The accosted seamans lolling head immediately snapped up, while his nearly comatose eyes popped wide at that new, rampaging object of cruel insertion. He looked at me hopefully, but I ignored his pleading imprecations as I would any criminal's. The image of chained women and children tied to weights sinking to a watery grave hardened my heart.
...The wail he emitted, when the biggest thumb knuckle wedge of the fat, ebony fist sank out of sight inside him, was otherworldly. With his other, free hand, the revenge-filled slugger slapped, the flat of his big hand repeatedly down, noisily, on the plainly visible, protruding lump of the shoveling mass of his fist as it excavated further and further within the gasping mans depths. The sound was like a loud clap of thunder. With each whacking strike, the deranged catcher emitted a wracked uhhh sound, increasing in pitch, in frantic reaction. 97...
Delving down into the furthest innards, the alien mound plunged into the deranged captive until that elastically spread entrance leading into the expansive cavern was wrapped with a near-to-death grip around the muscled elbow of the grimacing spelunker. The tormentor commenced with an enthusiastic swinging gyration of that crammed man-glove, lifting the bedraggled carcass upwards from the dangling rope tether into the air, until it was wholly supported by the dogged, twisting, battering ram. The enveloping victim let out a single, long, high-pitched whine, increasing in higher octaves with each of the radical, pounding weavings he was subjected to. His projecting prong involuntarily jutted outward, dripping greatly with either his pre-cum or piss, in the helpless reaction to the maximized, internally packing stimulations. Those lunacy-inducing assaults continued on for some time, till the slack, imprisoned encapsulator flung out from his stiffened spout weakly dribbling squirts of his spontaneous emissions. Then, the spent husk of his flesh collapsed, hanging limply around the still hammering instrument of his virulent, frenzied torturer, finally passing out in unconscious relief from the hellish intensity of the attack.
...Only then did the satisfied, anger-filled reamer grip tightly onto the objects slack testicles with one hand, above the fused pucker, while quickly yanking out his indulged, ichor and excrement-covered slammer from the gripping membranes of the senseless villain. Finally, he spun the hanging, infirm torso around, and wiped off all of the gooey rectal mess with the dangling sacrifices own unkempt hair. He turned, and then he looked at me with his defiant expression. I could simply blink in my ineffably erotic return, my throbbing wood dripping uncontrollable seepage from the incredibly lubricious spectacle which I had just witnessed. With his self-satisfied smirk, the inflictor took a congenial swipe across at my inexorable tally-whacker, and then he moved off when another of those tar-toned, hooded pythons sunk deeply inside of that totally trashed, gaped paunch, heedless of the obviously unconscious state of the object of his hatred.
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Though I gladly would have liked to watch this vigorous sport continue, without any surcease, I responsibly needed to ensure that all was still going along well topside with my other new crewmates, if our vessel was ever to make it to our intended, eventual destination, intact. I looked one last time at the scene of debauched activity before turning to leave, my fingers unconsciously tweaking my nipples. I knew that these Africans were not entirely innocent nor without faults of their own. The coastlines of the Mediterranean and Atlantic were continuously subjected to white slavers from the Barbary Coast. Most of Rome had dwindled to only a few thousand residents and Rhodes had recently been entirely de-populated, and forced into slavery by the black, Moorish marauders. Very few coastal towns were left outside of the Ottoman Empire. Despite this knowledge, I still felt the revenge from the Iberians, and other Europeans, was going too far.
...I climbed out of the odiferous hatch, noting approvingly that all seemed to be ship-shape. Several of the members of this brotherly tribe were standing along the wind-swept prow, looking wistfully in the direction that the ship was heading, a deep longing for their homes etched upon each of their remarkably expressive faces. A heavily muscled forearm affably draped itself across my bare shoulders. I looked up to see the pleasant smile of Derek. I wrapped my own arm congenially around his tight, muscled waist, truly enjoying this new, 98developing camaraderie. We walked off toward the captains chambers, leaving the crew to bustle around, performing their assigned duties. My single-minded rod was responding from that close, manly flesh touching on my heated skin, by swelling up. I felt the scented dampness of his sweaty armpit slide against my sensitive skin. This was delightful to me.
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Derek Succumbs ~ Inside the cabin, I took a good look around the cabin and I spotted a familiar looking row of jugs inside of the restraining racks behind the desk. I got one out, pulled out the cork stopper, and then I took in a swig of the harsh Portuguese rum. I offered some of this to my new shipmate, who took a sip, but coughed quickly from the shock of this harsh fluid, and then he swallowed down deeply. This was around five bells, and food was not ready until six bells, so we were able to polish off the greater portion of its potent contents over the course of the next enjoyable hour. ...As the huge Derek sat grandly in the comparatively diminutive captains chair, I lay back against the wall of the bedstead, which was fixed to the floor, a feather mattress loose on its frame. While the time passed, Dereks middle leg began to thicken and lengthen, the meaty, dark-pink fist peeking out from the loose folds of his deep-mahogany shaded curtains. I joined in this reactive expansion while the effects of that strong liquor took ahold of both of us. His broadening smile of amorous intentions was genuinely warming, with his somewhat guileless expression showing his teeth, shiny and white, and happily not filed to dangerous points, like Baracks. ...He did his best to follow my detailed, mainly demonstrative accountings of those strange events happening in my life, up to date, with his fattening lance growing ever more turgid with each unusual tale of my odd sexual exploits. But at the ending of every episode, he always replied, more, Barack. I understood how he could probably sense his beloved, missing partner through me, so I would launch into another graphic detailing of our times together. With every newly described episode, accompanied with my exaggeratedly lurid, detailing gestures, drips of his pearly opalescent issuance would extend from within those coverings of his engorging, dusky helmet, and then spill to the surface in front of the chair, in spidery strands. ...
There he sat sprawled, his log-sized legs akimbo, and his low hanging fruits stretched below in their satiny casing, with that elongating column of his black meat no longer all that far from the decking. This sexy view, in turn, caused my own arousing dirk to become like steel. When I reached the part where Baracks slimy half-tongue was reaching its limit in my pee tube, while that gigantic fist deeply plumbed my chute, Derek took his hardened snake in both of his grippers, lazily moving the loose flesh up and down on the sizeable length of it.
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When I got to the descriptions of my whole arm exploring up inside of Baracks dank, moist treasure trunk, a panting Derek inebriatingly pulled himself forward, and then out of the small captains chair, which seemed rather miniature in stark contrast to his muscled bulkiness. He ambled towards me, his explosively primed musket seductively swaying back and forth, leaving silk-thread trails on the floor from his seepage. Upon reaching the edge of the bed platform, where I sat transfixed by the profound beauty of Dereks approaching trophy, he spoke breathily to me with his thick baritone, You be with Barack, now, me. A smile blossomed on my upturned face for the stooping giant.
...This was an offer that could not have been more welcome to me, my own priming kicking 99in earlier after viewing that unforgettable scene with their captives. I leaned forward from the edge of the bed, snatching up a thread of Dereks spew with my outstretched tongue, before wasting any more of it upon the floor. I noticed that there was a tattoo of a coiling serpent around the circumference of this large, stained log, and then I looked more closely at his magnificent pectorals and abdomen. Skin so dark did not easily display the artwork, but there were tattooed patterns there, also. Alike were those similarly raised scarification patterns which I had seen on Barack. My venturing tongue played over his syrupy hole at the surprised opening of the urethral channel, guessing that the gold ring which had once been held there had been stolen by the defeated, would-be slavers.
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I traveled my questing fingers up the stunning, statuesque physique, seeing the two other large holes in his solid nipples. These nubs, I gently rolled and lightly pinched. There also were several smaller perforations in his nose and ears. He was the embodiment of masculine perfection to me. I returned to the apple-sized challenge tapping at my chin, awkwardly opening my jaws to the widest extent I was capable of doing, whereupon his pulsating summit popped into my extremely distended cheeks. His steady flow of salty serum trickled across my flattened tongue, trailing to the back of my tonsils. He began with a rocking back, and then forth, inside of my enveloping maw, tenderly cradling my head in his basket-sized, sweaty palms. I treasured the intimacy this manly behemoth gave to me.
...I slipped to my knees onto the boards, a simple rag rug for cushioning, knowing his bigger bulk and mine would never fit on the regularly-sized bed frame. He agilely pivoted himself around, still locked inside of my consuming throat, and he pulled me with him until both of us were lying prone on the gently rolling floor. He bent himself nearly into double in order to engulf my entire cocks length with a single gulp. His hot throat muscles did a clasping waltz on and down upon me. His tongue was not split, but he still did his very best to get into my tip slit, enticing more nectars out of me, as we stretched, comfortably lengthwise, on the sparse rug.
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The sound of six bells went off, but I felt that I had all the sustenance I needed firmly lodged within my guzzler. I could only manage to get a few massive inches into me, so that what was left of the turret amply allowed my whole hand to grasp, though only a partial way, around the several inches of the remaining, thick structure. I began by jacking his abundant, satiny skin up and back, in a matching coordination with my greedy swallowing. I felt his moistly blunt, digital prod knocking at my rear door, so I started to relax my needy tush so that I could accept in his fingering push. The wet probe pleasingly passed by my first muscle ring, and then it descended all the way up to his largest knuckle. His fat fingertip played tauntingly against my sensitive semen bag, forcing more of my hot icing outward from inside my cum bag onto his marvelously talented tongue, while it lively danced along the sensitive length of my entire cock-span.
...Returning this favor, I rapped at his trapdoor, which blossomed outward onto me very like some fleshy Morning Glory, vacuuming up my middle digit to the scalding limit. His rock-hard, earth-colored melons enfolded my complete palm, as would a clam shell, then began to flex inward, getting even more depth from my digital dagger. We kept this exploration up for several pleasurable minutes until I heard the repeated striking on the cabins door. I 100disengaged my oral vise-grip upon the buried bone, and called out, Enter, even though I knew that no one else spoke my language besides the wondrous Derek.
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The door cracked open, and I looked up to see the smaller cook, with the biggest spatula, look lustily over at our display of the lasciviousness now portrayed before his beautiful eyes. He probably had missed our presence during their earlier mess-call at six bells. Derek disgorged himself off from my wholly embedded pestle from his mouthy mortar, and then he directed something of a brief instruction to that hunky galley man. He immediately proceeded to re-inter my meat horn in the warmth of his encasing gullet after this brief interruption. I did the same to his slab, relishing the feeling of his hot containment surrounding my embedded prod. In a few minutes, I heard when the cabin door re-opened, and then closed again. I looked up to see that dangling middle leg of the cook swinging towards us, the protective apron that I gave him having been removed. In his large hand he held a vat of a lubricant grease. His big, merry eyes twinkled brightly down at us as I chewed on the Africans tasty, danglingforeskin folds.
...Derek never ceased his oral ministrations, while the new arrival lifted my free arm upward. He smeared a liberal coating of the slippery emollient on my arm up to my armpit. I took my diddling finger out with my one arm, and then brought my peaked fingers on my other arm to the seam of Dereks ass, beginning the fantastic voyage inside. Derek rolled onto his back, holding me directly above him with his mighty biceps, lifting my planting rod up and down into his throat. Meanwhile, our food friend applied a liberal caking of lubricant onto the large, veined thing, now extending well over a forearm's length from his own loins.
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After a period of wrist turns and twists during the journey past those twin bluffs of Dereks dusky buttocks, my slick fist plopped in through the gaping tunnel of Dereks first gate. I traced across spongy tissues of luscious heat around his enlarged, walnut-shaped pod, the water bag, and then the throbbing folds of his mushy guts, feeding on my hand. I rotated with my waggling finger-tips, back and forth, drilling ever further into his depths, and then I felt the humming vibration from Dereks clutching larynx upon my embedded hardness, denoting his obvious pleasure at the feeling I was causing with his innards.
...The cook then grasped both of my upturned cheeks within his solid hands and spread me outward widely, leaving my hole open to the air. His long, tantalizing tongue dove right into my ass with wicked abandon. He chewed and spewed his saliva into me, making my opening crave his attentions. After several minutes of this absolute pleasure, he pulled back. Then I felt another thick, slippery presence being slowly introduced against my upraised, vulnerable rear portal, followed by an even greater widening of my back alley, occurring when the gradual ascension of the chefs rigid, black, brickbat took over each inch after inch of my surrendering void around his enormity.
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This was divine for me: to have my disappearing arm climbing further up inside of that tightly burning sheath of beating moistness within the hunky Derek, while the ooze issuing from his clubbed meat head were slipping down inside my stomach, even while the careening beam of our cooks blood-engorged boom was sinking into his base at the kinky curls of his crotch inside of my miring hold. Whenever Derek would do a push up with my frame, I was immediately nailed deeper from the back by the chef, and then his beefy slab would retreat when my101manhood was again wedged back down inside of that broiling, clutching throat of Derek. This was as close to a sexual paradise for me as was possible for me to imagine. This novel position was another new one for me.
...I reached all the way in to my elbow in the belly of the dark behemoth, and then made the turn to the right with my angling hand, working through the upper gate, following the easy trail to his far side. This took me up to my deltoid, with my armpit lodged against his tail bone. The angle of Dereks ample cock, lodged precariously in my sucking lips, seemed like it might be painful for him, but there were no complaints heard from him. My bodys own boisterously burrowing bugger bashed my bottom several times, and then the cook pulled his bludgeon all the way out. I made my mournful sounds, but soon found a much larger, lubricated thickness being introduced into my rump. As the randy cook pushed his greasy mitt inside of my hollow bog, past those outrageous knuckles, a maximum burst of erupting putty was forced out of my gooseneck into Dereks taster, which only served to make him hum out more vociferously. My pink iris clamped down upon the extravagantly twisting wrist, in welcome satiation.
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I, too, began to hum my song of pleasure onto that out-sized plum pulsating in my chompers. Imagine that shocked surprise of mine, when another, second, immense wedge was fervently being fitted into the open palm groove of the talented shoveler already locked in my corridor. Firmly, and without pulling back, the fat head and shank of the widening spindle gradually eased itself inside that encasing hand, stretching my rear access outwards to the maximum circumference I was possibly capable of attaining. Thank Jupiters ghost for that demon rum, which was now making my head spin with an advancing intoxication. I knew Derek felt it also, since his butt band around my bicep was contracting more wildly, sputtering out his copious streams of delicious pre-cum for me to nurse on.
...The new participant entrenched his enviable size more and more into my crater, until I felt his fat, dangling rocks bouncing off of Dereks bobbing forehead. Keeping his emplaced forearm steady, he started passing his ramming spike back, and then punching it in further forward with an increasing tempo, until my sucked driller must surely have begun bruising Dereks throat. After countless thrusts, I felt that rubbery prow of his bowsprit begin to swell up, putting the ultimate pressure onto my trigger point. This, in turn, caused Derek to taste a lot more of my pourage for him to savor, additionally making his increasing butt hunger rule his own movements on my arm. He gyrated crazily around my limbs robust impalements, which I correspondingly enhanced with much more exaggerated churnings and jabbings of his steaming envelop.
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I sensed as a volley of spooge ricocheted off of my mined interior walls in hot, spastic spurts, spreading the grasping hand of the forging cook outward. That sudden enlargement of the already extremely spread limits against my own bloated dam, made me burst out convulsingly inside of the waiting confines within Dereks lushly chomping chugger, and he immediately joined in with the two of us, bursting his jets upon jets of broiling dick-puke into me, giving me a major challenge to swallow down the vast amounts of it, though I got the molten most of it. I heard the angels sing their song of redemption with the frenzied capitulations.
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The small room spun crazily as my volatile102climax reached a summit at that same moment as my two connected partners, forcing the uncontrollable releasings of my vocal bellows of heavenly surrender to those tasty feelings surrounding that pulsating gusher inside my mouth. I contorted, quaked and shook like the proverbial fish out of water, flapping onto the ramming packers in my guts, nuzzling on that goody in my mouth, while firing round after round of the irrigating shot pellets out of me into Derek.
...I trembled greatly and sang out volubly while those two unearthly skewers lodged inside of my tank were inexorably retracted, until those ultimate squelches from hesitant release were made, first by the flare-headed seraph, and then with the cooks balled-up fist. I also reluctantly gave back my own private, throbbing, hotly sucking passageway to its rightful owner when my own bundle deflatingly withdrew from Dereks mouth. He easily lifted up my entire body skyward and out of him, laying me to his side. He got up, and then bent over and picked me up, cradling my limp form to his magnificent chest. Then, he gently laid me face down on thehairmattress.
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I finally crashed into exhausted oblivion, but not before the face and probing tongue from our hungry partner ate out his own deposits from my happily devastated cavern, with great enjoyment, exhaling his hot air into me, and then taking the felching contents back out, repeatedly, as I happily descended into a sleep-filled void. Not much later, a steaming bowl of freshly made stew, along with a glass of refreshing water, was placed down beside my funerary lair. The smell from it brought my salivary glands alive, so I achingly sat up and I chugged down all the delicious concoction. Then, I was out again. This was not a such a terrible beginning for the journey to their homeland Africa, with this boatload of very hunky, sex-starved voyagers available for me to explore and learn from, enroute.
...I awoke to the balmy smells of the open sea. I torpidly rolled over on the feather bed to see the enormous form of the perfectly hewn Derek laying on the floor, perpendicular to the bed I had slept so well in, his head cushioned by a roll of discarded clothes, with tree-trunk arms folded up behind his shiny, shorn scalp. This position exposed his odiferous armpits, which filled the space with their musky fragrance. His oak-hard legs were openly spread, with the center, fattened roll of glorious, semi-flaccid flesh raising up, then curving down, its base disappearing beneath the tightly curled pubic hairs, above which an intricate tattoo had been etched.
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His deep breathing was even and calm as the large mounds of his plated breasts rose, and then fell in long draughts, each of the peaked, brown nubs of the fleshy nipples poking outward, looking in need of my spoiling lips. The look on his manly face was beatifically serene in his repose. His deeply shaded skin was now glistening with a bluish tint, and a light, lustrous sheen was arising from the tropical warmth, causing the transplendency of his muscle definition to become reflective in erotic relief. Each of those raised, scarified patterns called out for my tongue to trace, lips to nibble on, and fingers to caress. I could not help the lust I felt consuming me for that magnificent African warrior when I looked upon his unequivocally desirable, distinctive physique.
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The pounding of my morning piss hard-on was growing more intense, and that did not help to curb my rapidly growing sexual appetite for the slumbering Derek. I really did not want to rudely disturb 103him with my unquenchable lust, so I lay there absorbing the sight of his beauty, becoming more aroused with the memories of my intimate contact with that Adonis, and our cook, from the night before. The familiar tingling began in my groin area.
The Voyager Tommy ~
A muffled six bells rung out as the smells of fresh cooking wafted into the portholes, so I quietly got up to let Derek sleep on, unmolested. I stretched, picked up the proper chart, and then made my way quietly out to the warming deck where a bustling crew was already up and about. A brightly dawning sun shone strongly through the clear, azure-blue skies, and puffy, round, argent clouds lazily hung about in their artistically scattered patterns. ...I surmised from the solar placement, using the sextant, that on the maps chart, the several small islands then passing on the starboard side marked the halfway point of our travel by the southern land mass, where it would extend closest to the westernmost bulge from their treasured Dark Continent. I hazarded a guess from the star chart that we were somewhere in mid- to late-August. Still, I was yet not all that well-versed in every detail that Captain Holtz had shown to me. I was satisfied with our efficient, rapid progress, so I rolled those charts back up, laid my morning wood over the railing, and let my arching yellow stream flow into the seething white-caps where they rushed past below me. ...The gorgeous specimen holding the helm smiled over at me with his dazzling white teeth, acknowledgingly pointing over to the rising sun, and then in the correct direction of the course which we needed to follow. I pointed up to myself, saying my name, which he, naturally, mangled, and then he placed his impressively substantial, opened hand onto his heart, saying a name that sounded to me like, Tommy. I took the charts up closer to him, unrolled them, pointing to our current location, the place where we needed to turn eastward, and then showed to him the ultimate goal of the distant African coastline. He vehemently nodded, indicating his understanding of my explanations, using his immense grin, and clapped one of those huge, thickly padded hands onto my back, pulling me into him in his strong embrace of appreciation, yet keeping one hand on the wheel. I reacted rapidly to the warm contact of his raw flesh on my bareness, which he could not help but notice. His intense, musky scent was simply too intoxicating for me to handle, despite my earlier hunger for real food.
...Taking my free hand in his mammoth paw, he placed it on one of the wheel spokes, so that he could remove his, and then he knelt down, sucking my entire hardening length into his bathing jowls, administering a talented tongue massage which left my knees shaking. At first, he stroked up the backsides of my thighs, reaching inward to squeeze at my two half-moons, and then allowed his furrowing finger to sneak into the parted crevasse, wriggling till he reached to my wrinkling lock. He pushed gently through the still greasy pore, and finally sank deeply into my core. I placed the flat of my free hand over the tight swirls of his wiry hair, pulling myself deeper inside his milking cradle. He moved this inner finger lightly over my swelling cum bag, rubbing it in lazy circles, evoking a long sigh from out of my open lips. Using his other plump hand, he engulfed my nut sac, pulling it downward and rolling the nuggets loosely around in their satchel.
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Before I could stop the explosion, 104I violently released the load I tried to withhold, which Tommy gulped down with obvious thirst. He was simply too appealing for me to be able to hold back. When my wracking culminations were over, I was begrudgingly released from that welcoming imprisonment. Tommy raised all the way up to his full, hulking height, and then bent over in order to lock lips with me, passing some of the contents from my exudence back into me, and then he pulled it back into him, this exchange lasting several minutes, till he ultimately drank it all. He enfolded me in a crushing embrace, lifting me off my feet, his own beast extending out behind my butt, so he could begin dry humping my crotch. I clenched both legs together, tightly onto him. It took him only a few grinds of this frottage before he shot an elongated stream of man juice over the stern, squirting it out several feet behind us.
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How grand this felt to be so tightly held in that all-encompassing warmth and sexual heat, granting to me a peacefulness I had never gotten from my bristly British sire. Eventually, Tommy released me down onto my feet where I shakily stepped a pace backward. He reached out with the breadth of his mitt to tenderly caress my cheek. Then, I had to turn to make my way back towards the galley to eat a badly needed meal, and before he saw the brimming moistness overflowing my from my eyes. The whoo-whooing of their crew let me know they had seen, and enjoyed the show. This was so unlike the former life I had back in England of cold platitudes and necessary, but unchosen relationships, which I had only existed in, or tolerated, for so long.
...Per usual, as I made my way past the naked, milling crewmen, going about their assigned tasks, several of their investigative hands touched, stroked and squeezed on whatever was most available on my body. I actually made it into the cooking area to find an alert Derek wolfing down a huge morning repast of tasty gruel made of a powder form of grain called maize.. He took the time, between bites, to introduce me to our third playmate from the night before, pronouncing a name I heard as Djonn, which I twisted into a Jon sound for ease in saying with my thick tongue. His meal preparations were either delicious, or I was famished. Either way, I easily finished off the entire plateful of the warm, nourishing breakfast.
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Derek went with me back up to the deck, and all of the valiant efforts to keep all in was working order, calling out a command here, pointing to a loosened sheet there, ensuring the deck was cleaned, and then joined me back in our cozy cabin. I showed him the unique cleaning bag the Tenoch had so kindly imparted, and he asked me for the full demonstration of its purpose. We went onto the poop deck with my device, and found a bucket hanging on a long rope to haul in the seawater to fill up the bag. I had the gigantic Derek get on all fours, bubble butt high, and then inserted the spit coated spigot inside his still slippery chambers. He groaned, audibly, when the cooling contents slowly filled into his intestines. When he reached his maximum, I instructed him to immediately squat with his broad ass hung overboard, jetting out all the brown, watery contents.
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We repeated this cleaning out course several more times, till the water ran fairly clear, then he offered the same maneuvers to me. I, also, was then flooded with the brisk seawater, and I evacuated the resultant sludge to the fishes. The pilot of my earlier assignation, Tommy, scoped out what we were doing with barely concealed interest and then said something to Derek, who looked at me, then back to Tommy, a sly grin spreading across his handsome face. Derek 105stepped forward so he could take the rudders wheel, while the hunky Tommy assumed the head-down, ass-up, clean-out position.
...We performed those same procedures until he, too, was pristine clean. The line of willing participants began to form, since most of those hands on deck wished also to be irrigated, perhaps in anticipation of some nightly adventures. Thinking of this potentiality made my pulse quicken and my stomach flutter. Most of the muscular men reacted to that intimate manipulation of their most private areas with raging timbers of teak. These jutting beams of fleshiness never ceased to be astounding to me with their overall dimensions. A few of those impressive men, while they were waiting for their evacuation processes to complete, would have their lusciously hardened tools wholly engulfed by the talented mouths of their compatriots.
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More than a few achieved their raucous discharging from the front and rear, simultaneously, as they hung delicately over the railing, their safety ropes clutched tightly. While I was otherwise engaged in manipulating those savory bums with a perfectly rotund magnitudes, I looked on in lustful, erect envy, at these other erotic activities. When finally their waters ran cleanly, each impressive patient, with those big hulking bodies, would turn toward me and humbly say a learned tanks, there being no th sound in their language. It was obvious to me that manners and politeness were an indelible part of their cultures. These elemental cleansings took up a good deal of the morning, so that by noon, most of those newly freed men were then graduated students from an enema finishing school. The resultant, quite intimate bonding with these happy men, which this most enjoyable activity engendered, was more deeply gratifying to me than I can relate without having to resort to overmuch emotions. It goes without saying, I was growing stronger bonds.
...After the completion of these exercises, followed by another delicious lunch, Derek and I gathered around as many of those willing souls as cared to join in. I showed, on the maps where we were, where we needed to go, and where their homes were, in relation to the rest of the known world, as set forth by the Portuguese cartographers. Next, we all began exchanging terms, they learning the English names for objects, while I tried to pick up on their idiomatic expressions. Later, upon returning to the cabin, I would pick up a quill to write these terms in phonetic equivalence, so that I could commit them to memory. Derek conveyed that their own culture had a long tradition of memorizing detailed recall, the best of whom were oral historians called griots.
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I was to find, as our voyage progressed, I rarely needed to repeat any lessons, so profound was the inherent ability for full recall by these smart, gentle warriors. By the time six bells had rung I was ravenous for more food, though not wanting to stuff in too much, uncertain what the evening held in store. After one last course correction of the vessel, I retired to the captains cabin, where I remained a guest of Derek. Therein, he enfolded me in his immense embrace, my back to his belly, in a brief nap on the feather mattress I insisted we spread on the floor so we could both be in comfort. I do not believe Dereks immense organ, pressed outward between my two legs, ever lost its pulsating turgidity throughout the entire time we were falling asleep. After an hour or so of this refreshing slumber, I awoke to find that the hurricane lanterns had been lighted, and Derek was absent. I was sitting up just as he returned to the space with three 106other stunningly muscled beauties. My heart leapt up, as did my randy manhood.
...Derek smiled broadly at me, then went to the formerly locked cabinet where those several jugs of potent rum were located. The five of us sat in a cheerful circle, backs against the walls, nearly filling the space with outstretched legs extending from Herculean torsos. The four of them exchanged stories, which elicited amongst them disbelieving head shaking, or a boisterous laughter. Once the first container was totally empty, we went outside to the dimly lighted deck, the final streaking pink and orange rays of the setting of the tropical sun turning the billowing clouds into orange and purple extravaganzas.
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The silvery half-moon appeared arising above the eastern horizon, and it was easily the size of a ships sail. Two dozen men, or more, sat in various groups, congenially conversing with each other. Derek shouted out his series of commands, following which certain of those individuals went below decks. They retrieved some metal cooking pans. Some of them went into the hold and came back with short wooden spars. When all of the objects were assembled, Dereks bass voice joyfully called out a snatch of a melody, and the whole crew shouted back in gleeful unison.
...After several of these sung-out calls and responses, Derek rang out, with that melodious baritone, a lilting song, whereupon each of those impromptu percussion drums, and other devices, joined in, beating, ringing, or just tapping out a lively, engaging rhythm. Others picked up the singing, in different keys, creating a harmonious chorus of manly voices, all blending in an uplifting reply to that elating tune coming from Derek. The crew that were not beating instruments, started a circular dance which was so erotic, I immediately got engorged with blood, my poker deeply pounding, joining in its synchrony with the sounds, which seemed to be echoing internally inside of my deepest regions.
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This uplifting and primal ceremony of free spirits lasted for well over an hour, while the joyous clapping and stomping dancers filled up the nights air with their heated sensuality. I was dragged into the center of them and cut loose. Eventually, by twos and threes, some of the deckhands began to drift off into the deepening shadows, where I caught glimpses of their manly sex play occurring there. One of the other baritones took up Dereks calls, which allowed for Derek to leave the deck. The core five of us drunkenly ducked back within our cabins cozy confines, laughing and still humming along with those beauteous refrains that were still enchantingly echoing outside. The rocking and plowing of the ship somehow seemed to be an integral part of it all.
The Fellowship Celebration ~
Once back out of the muggy night air, we again settled into the comfortable ring lining the cabin. I felt like sharing my largesse from the Tenoch with these handsome, deep-shaded archangels, who had delivered me into this celestial situation. I dug into that gift basket and withdrew the package of magical leaves from it, distributing one or two leaves to each of the stunning men, demonstrating how to only grind on them, without swallowing any of the wad. Derek explained that they also had something similar to this which they chewed back home, called Khat, or Kus-es-Salahin. I was not sure I needed more stimulation. Just looking around at these unclad fighters sent my heart racing, pumping my bewitched 107flesh into rutting fullness. Then, I took some of the sticky brown substance, and lit a pile of it on a metal plate, just as I had seen how the High Priest had done it. While sweet, but pungent, its smoke soon thickly filled the area, which immediately had the sorcerers effect on the others, their immense reptilian demons sprouting substantially from their enchanted loins.
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The delirious spell I wove was definitely cast. Derek introduced me to those other two sexy gents, in addition to the now familiar Tommy. Their names were the gutturally pronounced B'nad, whom I called Bernard, and Kfon, his name sounding to me like the more familiar, Kevin. Big Kevin was one of the most attractive of the whole crew (though they all were quite appealing to me). His wide-set, piercing eyes were sitting up over his high cheekbones, with a radiantly enticing smile that sent my loins ablaze. His nipples were full, dark brown cones instead of brown berries, that looked ripe and ready for suckling. Also, he had those same fascinating, complicated tattoos and the raised skin bumps swirling in intriguing patterns over his entire upper torso, similar to Dereks and Baracks. They never could get my name quite right, but I really did not care so much about that. Proper language pronunciation took a back seat to the stark, physical aspects of their nature.
...The vibrating, bass sounds drumming outside, along with the melodies of those remaining chanters, made the atmosphere even more enrapturing. I pulled out the remaining wad of bespelling chaw from within my numbing mouth, and discarded it carelessly under the bed platform, and then I reached up to softly twist the ripe nubs on Kevins plated breast. The hunky Kevin, seated to my right, looked back at me with a deepening interest. He spit out the mass of his own pulpy leaves, reached his bulky paw over to me, putting it behind my neck, and then he drew me into a deeply penetrating kiss, with those large, sucking lips of his nibbling against mine.
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I tingled with the excitation and taste of him through the bitter, numbing juice. Bernard, seated to my left, also spewed out his spent leaf bundle, bent his burly brawn over, capturing my surging, puffed adder in his ensorcelling mouth. The soft pillows of his full, luscious lips drew my leaking dirk ever inwardly, squeeze by tantalizing squeeze, on their way downward, till reaching the very bottom of my sensitive shaft. He lightly wrapped his fat paw around my lax testes and pulled them outward in their sac to their fullest extension. I groaned into Kevins mouth and he responded similarly.
...Meantime, Derek and Tommy were engaging in their own rituals, with Tommy chomping wetly on Derek's distended teats, while Derek wrapped his meaty, hooked grasp around Tommy's hard, thrusting bayonet. Closer, Bernard's calloused, porcine fingers worked in between my legs as we three slipped downward onto the rug, laying our forms extended outward from the bed platform. Bernard swung his Raven-dark figure around to enable me to reach his humongous, juicy temple of solidified gristle. While most of those mens obsidian appendages were all stupendous, his was, by far, the thickest. My ability to grasp and to surround it, was limited to only half of its circumference, and the tautly stretched end, nearly purple-indigo cloaking, never fully receded. His inflated fleshy dome was too great even for his lush, thin skin hood to be able to retract backward. The branching veins covering its enormity created pathways for his pumping bloodlust. Manly smells arising 108from his aromatic privates made me even more delirious than I already was. The flowing discharge of his special serum was copious and the stimulating smell of that drizzle was unique, almost fruity sweet. His mannerisms were surprisingly deferential, in spite of his imposing frame. I stuck my finger into the seeping opening of his cockhead, exploring it.
...The more I inhaled of the enrapturing smoke, the more my thoughts focused narrowly in on the raw sensations brought on by these beguiling children of a greater, earthier deity. I heard sensuous moans issued from Derek as Tommy moved his seeking mouth downward, his tongue trailing a line of moistness toward his ultimate target. He glottally impaled the stiff stalk, and then he and Derek, joined with us horizontally upon the cushioning rag rug without withdrawing an inch from the deep emplacement. Once laying at our level, Derek planted his talented, slimy mouth reamer in between Tommy's fulsome, ballooning arse mounds, chewing noisily on those tender, cleaned tissues he found hiding inside. Kevin took his slavering, slobbery tongue from my open maw, swung around, then pushed the spit-lathered canopy of his cock head-skin to my lips, legs limberly straddling beside each of my ears.
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Each time I inhaled, the combination of the spirits from the heavily laden air, the booze and Kevin's musky, male pungency, took me further beyond any rationality into some new, delirious, spinning vortices of untamed sensuality. My own seeking taster lavishly reached into Kevins tenebrous peels, twirling and exploring within those hidden, tender membranes within. I pushed my twiddling tongue tip into the large water channel tube, surprisingly finding I was able to extend my prod nearly to my full length within that uncharacteristically wide aperture. A spring of his salty nectar flooded outward onto it. I withdrew from that well of semen and tugged unrelentingly upon the sensitive folds with careful teeth, and then I returned inside his covering to circle around, within the fragrantly secretive skin. Kevins reaction to this was an immediate swelling of his helmet of flesh, throbbing to the rhythm of my caressing fingers locking onto his peaked and sensitive mammaries, which I coordinated with my pinching using my clamping lips on his crinkly, gooey portal. Kevin hummed with keening desire.
...Bernard had advanced to alternating an up and down suctioning, with a full, bathing wash of my encompassed member. His corpulent finger, when unlocking my rectums hold, had been joined by his three others, twisting, turning, receding then climbing up further inside as they spread me wider. His right hand pushed down hard onto my lower belly, working it like it was bread dough, thereby serving to funnel more mush out of me onto his tonsils. I brought my own hands around Kevin's twin, round coffers, pulling those black, muscled boulders apart, sneaking forward until I touched his boiling, slickened trapdoor.
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I tucked my two questing inspectors inside of his more pliant, lush material, pulling them back and outward, exposing that velveteen dankness to the cooler outside environ. He aided in this maneuver by pushing his clammy guts packaging onto me, to which I responded with the addition of more of the fingers from both borers. He withdrew his drilling awl from out of my wet chamber, scooting a little more forward so that the cavernous passageway which I had made with my prying fingers settled directly onto my opened, waiting jaws, whereby I 109proceeded to enthusiastically plumb out his cleaned drain with my hungry tongue.
...During these activities, Bernard had sat up, raised my pins up onto Kevin's back, and then he hawked out several inoculations of his slippery, numbing sputum onto his hardened bollard. Once he was sufficiently primed for his next effort, he began with that arduous task of breaking in to my bedeviled rump. At first, I felt this horse cock-sized blunt object lodged firmly inward at my beleaguered burrow, but then the pressing urgency grew in passionate its measure when the colossus collided into the wreck he was making of my tender barricades. Incrementally, Bernard would creep up into my hot corridor, export, to apply more of his oral, numbing goo, and then rummaged inside of me even further. My slickened and pillaged aperture soon gave way, eventually, with a violent rending of my last puckered restraints, after which Bernard careened up inside my packed passageway.
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I gasped in reaction around Kevins throbbing pacifier stabbing into my jowls. Bernards girth took some getting used to, but after some insistent see-saw plugging, Bernard's big nuggets slapped against my upturned buttocks. Slowly at first, then gaining in speed, he eventually rammed into my beckoning intestines with a runaway velocity. Occasionally, he just stopped, fully inserted inside of my crypt, making his mammoth prod twitch enticingly against my enveloping walls, before he resumed his rampage. I hugged this stout trunk with me embattled sphincter, straining in pleasure. Somehow we had managed to work our way atop the mattress, easing the blows.
...He lowered my ankles onto his own broad shoulders, insistently pushing Kevin off of my churning palate until he lay prone, over the wooden platform, well-washed trench exposed to Bernard. Whereupon Bernard inserted his corpulent, seeking fingers, to pillage around inside the gaping, hollow entrance I had gnawed and numbed. I reached back underneath the bed and slid forth the vat of grease left over from the night before, with the two coital comrades now engaged in their own play. I guided Bernard's outstretched palm into that lubricating jam, covering the whole of it, then worked some of it up on his bulky forearm. Using my pins as his brace, Bernard bent forward, pushing the slick, gargantuan cone of fingers against Kevin's opening crack.
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In that spiking fist went, my spellbound view only inches removed from under Kevin's widely splayed haunches. It was terrifically erotic and a true thing of beauty. Without letting up, Bernard forcefully punctured that substantial skewer of his inbound, until he reached the greatest circumference of his beefy paw, then he gently rotated it from the wrist. There, he momentarily hesitated whilst Kevin greatly inhaled the haze of smoky vapors. When he slowly exhaled this breath, Bernards meaty mallet awesomely sunk out of sight into the yawning clutches of Kevin's plundered booty. Kevin voiced his intensely passionate groan of acceptance as the remaining portion of arm slid further into the welcoming void.
...Halfway to the elbow, Bernard reversed his course, exporting the mighty filling back to his chunky wrist. As he did this, he similarly withdrew the mighty meat dragon planted inside of my tissuey envelope, until the large-headed flare reached my hugging valve, membranes tightly clenching around that fabulous extreme. As I registered his dive back in, I relished 110the impact of the buried barrel insinuating back up my outstretched tunnel. He repeated this breaking in, till the noises that both Kevin and I emitted were much less wracked, and became more pleadingly needy. From time to time, Bernard would vary this pistoning routine, with a punching into Kevins consuming canal, yet retracting out from mine in alternation, seemingly keeping time to the ongoing musical festivities outside on the deck. Heavens activities could not possibly be more pleasurable than what I was engaged in right then. I was awash in visual and sensual sensations.
...Our other two spellbound companions disengaged, and then moved across to our side of the room. Derek lay down beside me while Bernard again, momentarily, ceased his deep movements, fully encased to his curly hairs inside my grasping skin sheath. Derek's mighty arms bulged when he lifted my whole frame up off the ground, Bernard unwavering in his excavation, whereupon he cannily slid under my body, then dexterously lowered me down onto his sweating, muscular physique. My head was tucked beneath his jutting chin, while my rounded backside fit snugly against his rock-hard belly. He scooped up a lump of the lubricant, reached behind Bernard, who had remained crouched between Dereks lustrous, outstretched legs, coating his own turgidity with its slipperiness. While he was doing this, Tommy stuck his shorn head between Bernard and my tummy, ingesting my dripping steel bar to the root, applying the crazy, wet, fantastic oral ministrations against every cell in the aching structure.
...Derek pulled my already crammed ass tanks widely apart with his strong grip, spreading me out as much as was possible. He poked one of his long fingers in alongside Bernards bestial driver, where he gamboled about. This poking was quickly followed by another one, then another. My already engaged ring was supremely spread outward more than ever. This was not all of it though. He withdrew his tweaking fingers and he pressed that lathered hammer of his up against my already packed, nearly insensate bung hole. At first, I could not conceive that there would ever be enough room to accommodate both of these huge weapons penetrating my innards, but the combination of the occult smoke, sorcery of the chewed leaves emulsion, and that demons rum, permitted just that to happen. Soon, my gripping rectal sleeve gave way indulgently while Dereks fractional pressure allowed a creeping infiltration of my inhumanly beguiled opening, against which advance, I soon blissfully surrendered. The riotous sensations of these two, rock-hard pillars alternatively reaming my gaping hole were nearly overwhelming.
...Inexorably, the new invasion sunk deeper into me, until his burning riveter could not go further in. How I was built to accept both of the two humongous stalks, I cannot fathom. Once Dereks wide plank was fully planted inside of me, Bernard slowly retracted back out to the crown of his embedded, bloated tree-trunk. When he packed inward, Derek withdrew his big timber, and so forth, in a sort of seesaw onslaught. Their syncopated pluggings kept up in perfect time with those continuing, externally throbbing, primeval drumbeats echoing throughout the ship. This multiple skullduggery was no less than my bedevilment of the highest order, or at least I thought so until the talented Tommys oral 111vacuum disgorged my sloppy swelling. He turned his broad back toward Bernard, lifting one of his thighs up and over Derek and me, he then sank his seat over and onto me, and enveloping my incendiary torch into his quenching wetness.
...In doing so, he slipped his more voluminous hand in alongside Bernards wrist, so totally embedded in Kevins quaking slough. Bernard withdrew his enormous mitt out, to allow the replacement with the even larger mahogany ball of Tommys fist. Kevin backed onto Tommys titanic arm, and then he leaned forward far enough to permit his lustily pitched skewering of my throat to continue with his mammoth, dribbling bone. Rising upright off of the supporting bed platform, Kevin wrapped his encasing palms around my ringing ears, pulling my head up and onto that diving phallus, which I did my best to swallow. Bernard then locked onto Tommys free, pulsating organ with his slimy grasp, pumping on it, up and down, with a matching rhythm, so that all of us were combined, in effect, into some sexual, undulating, Gordian knot. My convoluted Celtic heritage was evidently coming through for me.
...The coordinated dance that the four miraculous, man-gods incarnate, performed upon my completely occupied anatomy surpassed any witchcraft magic I had ever dreamed about. These mind-warping sensory overloads increased in consummation, charging onward and upward on the slippery slope of my insanity. My bowels screamed in joyous rapture as my beleaguered organs were tandemly banged about. My breath grew frantic while a celestial display fiercely unleashed behind my eyes gained a concerted momentum with its swirling, congealing, expanding excitation. The drums hammering outside were all nearly drowned out by the raging beat of blood in my ears. Tommy sought out, and he found, my trigger point nipple under Kevins flanks, which he yanked out away from my chest with one vise gripping hand, whilst his other distantly embedded hand grabbed commandingly ahold of Kevins encapsulating, coiling intestines in time to those rutting lunges upon my bursting, throttled cock.
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I sensed my splitting bowels widen as the swords plunging there swelled to their greatest enormity. Tommy's besieging rectum clamped tightly on my incarcerated penile prisoner at the same time Bernard pumped Tommys parrying, threatening saber to its counterpoint conclusion. Tommy terrifyingly boxed Kevin's hungry sheath all the way up that enormously muscled forearm, past the elbow, thereby pistoning Kevins bashing lance further down into my esophagus, where its resultant swelling nearly cut off my air. I was cast into a spiraling descent toward the hell-bound inferno igniting from my orgasmic capitulation. Odd sounds filtered through my haze, and some heavenly choir-like sounds filled my ears.
...Reaching dangerously closer to that frighteningly tumultuous denouement of mine, those doubly pummeling, scalding impalements entrapped inside my closure jerked about against each other, while fusillade after deluge shot their explosions of incendiary brew up into my volcanic crater, emptying what felt like many gallons of their boiling lavas inside of my hot haven. Tommy jettisoned out several thick ropelets of his flowering, white-hot jelly across my abdomen and Kevin's well-hewn scapulas, filling in my naval dimple, then overflowing in excess over my sides. The agitating, reaming ram inside Kevin's mangled guts punched112out a dam-burstage of his thick, flavorful cream. I hungrily ingested that load as best as I could, having to choke on it only a few times. All of this inconceivably sensuous wizardry pushed my whetted desires to my physical, mental and spiritually convulsing conclusion as I unloaded every ounce of my rammed get into that choking chalice of Tommy's steaming cauldron. This cosmic dumpage of my sexually driven soul lasted for what felt like must have been a blessed eternity.
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I grew hoarse from shouting out my epithets even I could not have translated. Blast after blast of exultant energy flowed into and out of me, until I reached the forbidden holy plateau of no return, expanding out into a shower of divergent sparks, brightly flashing lights, which was capped with monumental, consuming blazes of glory. After what felt like an eon of this wildly profuse indulgence, a lowering curtain of darkness dropped while the twinkling dots of shooting stars across my vision sputtered out, one by one. Then, that scintillating devastation of my reality was meltingly over, far too soon.
...All five of us collapsed into our physically fused, spellbound rapture. We were breathing heavily, sweating profusely, and passing into the purgatory-like state of floating satiation. Kevin's deflating corkage of my battered windpipe allowed me to gasp a lungful of vitality into my bereft lungs. Bernard's devilishly fattened mega-worm plopped thickly and very suddenly out of my wounded inner realm, a trickling of those injected dregs from him and Derek seeping down my upturned bums. Tommy gradually extricated that incredulously buried hand from Kevin's squashed corridors, pulling the nether lips outward some inches when they continued to hungrily enwrap his unbelievably huge paw. We each broke into murmured laughs or incongruous giggles of disbelief, shaking heads at the raw intensity of our bonding.
...Bernard , moving up and forward off of me, rolled over onto his back by my right side, immediately descending into a lightly snoring slumber, spent fascinator still miraculously full. Kevin rolled over onto the other side of me, withdrawing from out of my slurping palate, his dick drool trailing its exit, where he, too, spread himself outward in a lightly wheezing somnolence, hand cupping on his spent feeder. Tommy also lifted himself off of my limply oozing pickle, and cordially sucked off his residue from me. Then bending over to my right, he licked off the slime on Bernards monster. Sated, he finally lay contentedly face down next to Bernard, with his big right arm spread across Bernards chiseled chest, resting his gorgeous face on the round top of Bernard's well-padded shoulder, wrapping himself up in a bulging bicep.
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At last, Derek placed his plate-sized grips upon my waist, lifting me entirely up and off of our deeply lodged connector, which vulgarly squelched out of my destroyed ass ring, and turned me over to face him. After his one last, warmly concluding kiss, he thence pulled me into his warmly glorious embrace. The last thing I remember was a long nuzzle, implanted on the top of my pate. I immediately fell over the cliffs surrounding my wakefulness into a world of dreamless abandon, ruled by an ancient Greek god, Somnus.
...When I awoke, I was laid out on the cushioned bed, aching in all theperfect places, feeling like I had just won a major jousting match, bruises and everything nearly the same. Noises 113of the bustling ship works were going on outside of the heating cabin. Feeling an influx of some responsibility towards these kind-hearted gentlemen, I grabbed up those navigational aids, heading outside to the poop deck. Tommy was again located at the helm, smiling his cherubic grin down at me when I went to release my morning piss over the side. Instead, he motioned me over to him, and as I drew up closer, he implanted his wet, sloppy kiss on me, with a deep tongue insertion. Then he broke away with a hearty laugh. He encased my still rampant cock, once again, in his enormous grasp, giving it a good, strong tug. I pointed to the ships side, indicating my sore need to evacuate my stiffly urgent poker, but he shook his head and pointed at his stomach, and then he placed my hand on the rudder wheel, and dropped down to his knees.
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He poked one, then two of his fat fingers into my still sloppy hole, then he coaxed out an involuntary flow of my yellow liquid contents, which he swallowed, despite the uncontrollable torrent that I gushed into him. He gently squeezed the last drop out of me with his sensuous, thick lips, and withdrew his embedded milkers, rising up again to take over his place at the wheel, with a self-satisfied smirk and eyes twinkling. I knew from my period with the Tenoch that he would soon be flying high with the distillations from all of the heady ingredients flowing out of me, synthesized from the numerous indulgences we imbibed the night before. I embraced him back with warmly affectionate appreciation, anyway. As I recognized from before, I was growing fonder, by each passing day, with my new colleagues.
Jordyn in the Crow's Nest ~
I carefully left my charts there with him, heading to the main mast, so I could climb up to reconnoiter from the crows nest. Various warm hands touched, and friendly voices called from stunning in-the-buff men, in greeting me. I smiled back at them, unabashedly, in my return, with my manhood again extending outwards in front of me, wagging from side to side with each step. I climbed up on the thin ladder to the important location, cautious so that I would not snag my cock on one of the rungs. At the lofty top, I found that a lithe, younger fellow was keeping the watch in the lofty, critical lookout. He smiled broadly at me when I joined him in his small aerie, the tiny space of which literally forced our genitals to brush, causing another of my untoward inflations to happen again. I pressed my hand flat upon my chest, speaking my name, and he responded with something sounding like a Jdin, so I called him the more familiar Jordyn.
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I raised the telescope glass he had been using so I could look starboard, and I spied the distant landmass passing by us. We hugged the coastal route eastward, staying as far south as possible in order to avoid catching any of those stronger Northwesterly trade winds of late summer, yet far enough out to avoid any potential conflicts with unwanted observers. We had been on this steady course for four days now, and by my reckoning, I determined we had sped along at the remarkable clip of 12 to 15 nautical miles per hour. This had placed us at about the halfway point along the northern shore of the southern landmass on the charts, to the area where it started the turn downward, bending southeast. The tropical breeze flowing past was fresh and warm upon my exposed, tanned-overall skin.
...As I held my eye to the viewfinder, I felt my exposed member being artfully sucked up by the supple crewman, in his warmly moist hold. His well-trained tongue darted and danced 114along and around my throbbing shaft, poking in the eyehole, encompassing my testes, and then swinging quickly up and down on it. He pumped upon his own large piece of meat in time, whilst implanting one, two, then four fingers in my pliant accommodations. This felt great, so I reached down and gently forced his prodding hand in, past its fattest girth, till my gates happily closed over the mass of it. He wriggled his fingers around in my looping colon in a wildly primitive dance, increasing his depth until the pressures against my inside trigger caused me to lose control and sit awkwardly downward on the impalement, rudely pulling on his elbow to get to a greater depth. He swung the jumping siege weapon back and forth around my upper abdominal cavity, in rollicking abandon.
...It sadly did not take too long until I dropped my morning load of cream into his surging, suctioning throat. He swallowed it all very noisily, equally splashing his own sticky seed expulsions all over my lower legs. After I got my wind back, I slowly pulled off of his limber hand plug, along with much of the prior evenings deposits. I hoped there were no crewmen directly beneath us at the time to get splattered with my sewage. He had made a fat fist, which crossed gamely out of my pillaged portal in pleasing plumpness, but it also served to inadvertently suction all of my simmering jam downward. I hugged him closely, tasting my own recent ejaculate on his probing tongue.
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I had to leave quickly from this additionally exciting sensation, since my youthful exuberance again began to rise, despite my recent discharge. After I gotten down past the first couple of rungs, he presented his recently fired, semi-flaccid weapon to my face, the residue of which I quickly cleaned up. He clapped me heartily on the back in a great appreciation, and then I descended all the way back down to the rolling deck far below amongst more of that exceedingly friendly crew.
...When I reached the lower gun deck where the food was located for the morning repast, I joined up with Derek, who was sitting cross-legged with several new faces, engaged in a lively conversation from which I could only grasp a few words. He cordially introduced me to his friends, but their names were just too hard for me to repeat in their unfamiliar language. Derek had already finished his meal, and he familiarly, cupped up my recently drained package inside of his heated palm. His elongated fingers reached to my puckered, sappy manhole, which he absently plied in shallow circles, occasionally dipping into my more sensitive, slickened access, continuing to talk on with his comrades, just as though nothing was happening. His fingertips also lightly rolled my orbs in their extended sack in a distracted fashion, like the Greeks worry-beads, while I tried to concentrate upon eating the nourishment. His roughened thumb rubbed around the tender flesh of my throbbing dickhead, pulling back my curtains. The droplets of leakage which this drew, enhanced the slippery sensation. I finally got through with my bowl of pottage, though not so easily, and then excused myself to return it to the galley, taunted pole now outstretched before me. There, I found the sexy cook, Jon, with his amazingly long horseflesh remaining obligingly covered by that protective apron I had dug up for him. What a sexy man this gent was!115
The Cook, Jon~
The two of us were alone there, since the morning food service was over, and he wasted little time in locking our lips into a sensuous communion. Jons swinging mamba began to swell up, reaching to the sizeable proportions I must have surely forgotten about from our former night of ribaldrous rousting with Derek, for it lengthened far down below his protective covering. The thing then began beatingly to arise alluringly between my thighs, the heat of it leaving a trail of burning flesh while it hardened into an ingot of deep brown steel, the pinkish-purple plum poking out from its abundant, inky awnings. He turned me around, gently forcing me over the meal preparation table, smeared a coating from a vat of cooking grease over the serpentine creature, and then aimed it at my furrow. In it eased, crawling deeper and deeper, till I could feel the embedded head squirming inward against my palm when I laid the flat of my hand against my lower tummy. Further inside me Jon stashed this mighty turret, until my tracing hand could feel as it slinked up against my inner sleeve, where it bulged outwards, just below my sternum.
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There, he made widely circular motions, as though he was stirring a hot pot of broth, which made my guts turn into mush. He was very good at this, but he soon retreated back out again to the plugging flare of his pulsating crown, and then followed by a quicker barging thrust inside me, where he again stirred up the contents. Jon exited more rapidly outward just to my outer rim, and then stuffed back into me again, each time knocking roughly against my cum-refilled prostate. I felt like this malignant intruder was the nearly size of a normal humans arm, grasping a large goose egg, and throttling my innards with it.
...The tempo of these surges was racing upward, when he reached around so he could clamp his slickened fist around my driveling, bursting horn. He jacked up and down twice on me for every one of his packing humpings, till my dam reached bursting stage. Before I could stop myself, gobs of my dick vomit erupted and still he stuffed me widely to the brim, over and over again. I wanted him to stop, since I had reached my own major climax, but there was no way he was allowing this to happen. He ignored my futile protestations. Over and over again, Jon forcefully plowed up inside of me, all the way to behind my belly button, while he kept pinching and yanking on my nipples with his other hand, until I felt another tingle down the hand-encased length of my still hardened mast. Unbelievably, out I shot another full package of thick spooge across the galley floor, with even more intensity than the first. My orgasmic, clamping saddle finally triggered his plastering of my depths, when Jon released his own voluminous streams of spurtage, in the violent punch after punch of his seeding emissions. He twisted and convulsed wildly until he finally emptied all of himself into me.
...He then lay on top of me, fused into me inside my butts glove. The feeling of that spent tube steak gradually inching bit by bit out from my gripping, inflamed rectal gauntlet was truly, sublimely, exquisite. He did this twiddling of his fingers thing externally against my ravaged belly-skin, on top of the receding pommel, so that I was able to keep track of the very exacting location of the flanged knob, while the incredible length of it was inexorably pulled backwards. After this fantastic duration of withdrawal, the fat, spongy club-head plopped out from my inner, soaked space, a residual flow of his pulpy, pooling deliverance 116running down my quivering thighs, forming an agglomeration of his goop and mine mixing together upon the floor in a sticky mess. Jon turned me back around to face him and he warmly enfolded me into a clenching arm lock, massaging across my knotted back muscles in a wondrous circling pressing, kissing my mouth sweetly, and yet passionately. This was truly another gift of unexpected intimacy which I relished deeply and greatly.
...When he eventually released me from this treasured endearment, with one last squeeze of my semi-tumescent cock, I wobbled above-deck back to the cabin to find Derek already in there mixing up a concoction of writing ink with some black soot apparently scraped from the galley stove. A sharpened needle lay on the desk next to him. As I entered, he looked up at me, pointing down to the interesting tattoo above his thatch of crotch hairs, which I had admired earlier. He asked me, You like? I nodded, Yes, before realizing that he meant to share this same markage with me right then and there, onto my tender groin. My own pubic hairs had not yet gotten beyond a barely visible stubble stage after removal by the Tenoch. So, the area he intended to illustrate was clear and available to him.
...He had me get a jug of rum out from the shelf, and had me lay down across the captains writing desk, which he had cleared. I lay back, after taking two large swigs of the burning fluid. Derek began a pricking of my skin with repeated movements, stopping occasionally to apply the inky mixture, and to dab up the small droplets of blood. I tried to get relaxed, resting my head against the desk, and closing my eyes to think back about the remarkable events of those preceding weeks. Despite the incessant stinging from the tattooing, I must have dozed off, since when I reopened my eyes, Derek had completed the task. Although the inflamed skin was still a bit raw, I could easily see a curving, intricate pattern to match that memorable, tattooed armband which Barack had pricked onto me, now totally healed and most attractive appearance in my estimation. However, what the tattoos represented to me, in terms of the closeness and fond memories linked to the two wonderfully intense individuals, was of far more importance to my heart and soul, than merely simple outward appearances. Just the thought of the masculine intimacies which Barack, and now Derek, had shared with me was making me tearful with joy, again.
...I began to raise up, but Derek placed his hand on my chest, pressing me back down onto the desktop. He produced three ivory rings that had been beautifully carved by one of the crewmen, from the ivory tusks of those boar-type animals which the Tenoch had provided for our fresh meat. There were smallish openings in each circle that had blunt concavities at the two ends. Derek asked, You want, like me? I looked at his broad chest where he had reinstalled much larger, but similar adornments in each of his prominent nipples, with round, small balls fitted inside of the minimal spans where the rings opened. I had always admired the shining, golden fittings that Barack had displayed, but I feared the shear pain which must have been involved with their insertions. I questioned Derek, It hurts? He solemnly replied with his typical honesty, Some. I heaved out a deep sigh of worrisome contemplation, and answered, Yes. This was a combination of not wanting to damage Dereks feelings, but I also thought of it as one more step away from who I had been, and 117toward whomever it was I was becoming.
...Derek smiled at me with satisfaction, and then he picked up a finely pointed needle used to repair the sails. He held this over a lit lantern flame. He applied a bit of lubrication on my nipple, and I turned my head away. I grabbed anxiously onto the edges of the desk. Then, I felt the hot pricking of the needle against my sensitive flesh, followed by the intense wash of extreme pain, which was over in seconds. I looked back down and saw the needle fully encased in my teat. I got a little dizzy. But, once the major sensation had lessened, Derek emplaced the concave tip of the slickened ivory ring up against the wider eye end of the needle.
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Using the ivory ring, he pushed the piercing needle out from that newly formed opening, until the needle dropped out, and the new white ring hung down, dangling off of my promontory. He then reached for the small ball of ivory popped this between the two concaved ends of the ring, holding it tightly in place. He repeated this identical procedure with my other nipple, so that I soon had two white links gleaming proudly from my now inflated breast aureoles. Oddly, there was no great amount of my blood to be seen, like I had assumed there might be, and the pain was barely noticeable, though still there.
...When he had finished that task, he reached for my hard rod, which had somehow become engorged in the process. I had assumed that the tattoo and the two rings would be the full extent of our surgeries, but then Derek cocked an eyebrow at me. He held up a larger ring in his hand, and stood up, displaying a much more sizeable ivory band hanging down from inside of his ample foreskin cloaking. I quickly gathered what actions he intended, and I was hesitant about this additional jewelry. But, Dereks soothing touch soon calmed any trepidation, and I consented. He did a similar procedure with heating a larger needle. He pulled my enclosures back and off my inflated ripeness, and pinched a wide area of loose flesh just below my piss slit. The puncturing of that needle did not hurt nearly as much as the ones through my nubs, and when he was finished, the large, polished, white hoop hung beneath my skin folds.
...I got up off of the table, leaning a moment at the edge when a wave of nausea swept over me and I nearly toppled over. Derek rushed over and carefully hugged me, tenderly aware of the increased sensitivity from those new enhancements, and he daubed a bit of the rum on the new incisions, which stung briefly. It seemed to numb the areas. I, in turn, went to the Tenoch basket and produced the white onyx jar containing the wizards potent potion which had helped all of my various abrasions heal up so rapidly. I applied this remarkable ointment to the rings, running them back and forth to insure its coverage, inside and out.
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After the usual sensations of stinging, heating, and tingling, I felt nothing, other than the sprouting connection rising up inside of me, between my nipples and cock, as if there was a new inner filament joining the two areas together, unlike the sensation I had always felt before, though that had been pretty strong, too. Once I felt a little less like keeling over, we both returned out to the deck to observe the efficient working of our talented fellow sojourners, who were keeping the Rosa Negra moving onward rapidly toward their goal to return home.118...
I had not heard any of those unbearable sounds of anguish coming from within the lower hold for several days now, so I ventured downward to see the fate of their captives. All that was left were those four hanging chains, from which the bastards had been suspended. Telltale stains on the floor left over from the blood and excrement involved in their hateful retribution were still there, too. I surmised the villains had served their initial purpose of releasing the displaced Africans furious tantrums, and they had been terminally disposed of by the sated crew. For a moment I worried that the meaty stews we had been fed were not all from just the Tenoch pigs, but I pushed this thought far away. More pleasingly, my new compatriots had since taken up the enjoyable exercise I was familiar with, in willingly engaged and eagerly responsive partners, similar to myself.
The Heroes Arrival ~
My malacoidal pectorals and penis kept me constantly apprised of the recent emplacement surgeries, while I continued the investigations around to survey the entire contents of this floating pleasure palace. Similar to my former shipmates, great attention was paid by my clean crew on the ship, to the attempted removal of any vermin and the insidious insect infestations, though they still remained troublesome. The captains cabin where I resided remained virtually free of any biting bug culprits, due in a large part to the frequent smoke and cleansing routines instituted by the knowledgeable Derek. ...We had only needed to stop once enroute, so far, in order for us to replenish some of the necessary staples, such as fresh water, and we collected some more fruit or coconuts. We supplemented our pig meat with abundant loads of fresh fish, which we caught in Tenoch trawling nets. We did this exercise in fishing when we allowed ourselves to make a closer passage in towards the shores, under the cover of nightfall, when the moon illuminated the shoreline. I constantly feared that their mutinied Rosa Negra might possibly get intercepted, but to our blessed advantage, we traveled safely onward, unseen by any malevolent viewers who might want to disturb us, or interrupt our consistently good fortune. ...We kept on in our uninterrupted passage to that furthest eastern outreach of the southern land mass, and then we turned outward into the open ocean towards the waiting homes of my new colleagues. It had taken us another week to reach this point due to the necessary tacking in the less helpful trade winds. Our abundant, fundamental stores of provisions, so generously provided by the Tenoch, were holding out fairly well, as the last pig-like animal was slaughtered the same day we turned north-eastward. I worried that any unanticipated adversity might diminish those prospects.
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However, when we passed across the line of the equator, the constant eastward zephyrs picked up in strength, and we fairly flew across the oceans swells and valleys toward Africa, oftimes passing the breathtaking speed of twelve knots, since the only freight we carried was human cargo and food. The passage between the eastern bulge of the departure point and their homeland was a little over 3,000 nautical miles. At under 200 miles per day, at the speed we were traveling, this would take nearly four weeks to traverse, all things being equal. Halfway along that passage, a scary squall pitched us about for a couple of days, so we had to furl up the mainsails, yet it thankfully replenished our dwindling fresh water supplies. We used the ameliorative smoke from the Tenochs leaves to settle the stomachs of those more disturbed travelers. This storm had 119set us back some, but we soon enough made up for that minor delay.
...During this period, I was obliged to get to know all of the crew by their names and intense physicality. I was able to learn more words for communications and vise versa. I still was curious about those methods which they had used with their Portuguese captives, so one sportive evening, after imbibing much rum, leaves and smoke, I, too, was hung from those rafters by bound hands and feet like some sort of ripened fruit, albeit with some cushioning material. To my most extreme pleasure, a half-dozen, or more, willing participants swung around my starving sinkhole, impaling me on their imposing daggers of flesh at each of the arrival points, for several delightful minutes, and then disengaging me for an engagement on another throbbing bough of manhood. My ass was fairly awash with their depositing liquids on that day. My guts hungrily guzzled up their spunky offerings, until I was soon spilling rivulets of man-glop out of my slackened orifice onto the feet of the players.
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For the more intimate occasions, Derek would invite in a few of the more talented shipmates to use their fists and cocks to take me up to a more remotely liberating space and time of ecstasy and rapture. I also immensely adored those frequent chances I got to return these sexual favors, in kind, whenever their butt holes would need me to fill them. I also took take their copious reservoirs of fluids, of whatever nature, when they needed a draining. Our mutual bonds drew tighter with every passing day. To my amazement, the freshly placed tattoo, and openings holding the ivory rings, healed in a matter of just a few short days, thanks to the attentions of Derek and the healing ointment from the Tenoch.
...Too soon for my own purposes, Jordyn called out from the crows nest the term land ho I had taught him. The awaiting coastline of their home continent appeared as a distant line on the far horizon. Derek pointed out to me, on the chart, what he felt would be our final port, at the place where the eastern edge of the continental land bulge turned south. This point would take us another several days to reach, which suited me just fine. As always, I remained wary that the forces of malice would get in our way, but it turned out that their gods remained with us throughout that entire journey. We sorrowfully reached the mouth of the targeted wide river basin, signaling our destinations end. My shipmates each were wildly exuberant and joyous with their celebrations.
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That first night at anchorage, after all who desired to had used that handy cleaning bag provided by the Tenoch, a wild feast to empty our remaining stores took place, the likes of which surpassed anything that I had witnessed to date. To my utter chagrin, I had imbibed in way too much alcohol, chewed overly many leaves, and inhaled too much smoke to recall the finer details. All I know, is that the next day, I was not in my best shape, though my holes felt irredeemably, happily, wasted.
...A small landing party rowed ashore, and were met there by a sizable group of armed local natives. After some time, a joyous proclamation arose and more indwellers arrived. Soon the shores were lined with more of those local inhabitants, who pointed in wonderment at the Rosa Negra, and those aboard waved and hooted in response. Derek came back out in the long boat through the surf with a skeleton crew, and we eventually unloaded all of the 120weary travelers onto the land. I remained the very last one to hesitantly disembark, fearing what might lay ahead. I shyly found some sail-type materials to cover my well-tanned, but comparatively light-skinned nakedness. Derek folded me into his fond embrace, ensuring, as best he could, that I had nothing to fear from his countrymen. By then, I did trust him implicitly, so I loaded my personal items from the Tenoch, and set forth upon the next leg of my adventures.
...When we got onto dry land, I found somewhat that I had trouble with walking upon solid ground, being more used to the constant movements aboard the Rosa Negra. The pieces of sail cloth which I had found, I had draped over one shoulder, and cinched at the waist with a leather belt. We trekked inland for several hours, and then stopped at a clearing for encampment that first night. Drums and night sounds kept the air alive. Derek obligingly provided me with all of my physical needs, spewing another large load of his deeply flung curds far inside of me. And then, for good measure, he pushed this deposit in further with his well-greased wedge of fist. Afterwards, he replaced his loving hand with his re-inflated breeding tool, and we slept back-to-belly, with me safely pegged the entire night upon his thickly embedded connection of cock flesh. I slept quite well with this fully penetrating confinement.
...We journeyed all of the next day and into night through thick jungle. I was glad I brought my garment, in which I had cut a hole through the center, and then covered as much of me as I could to shield me from the insidiously biting insects. Again, in that next night, Derek brought me his great physical pleasures, but this time he combined with Johns elongated girth, who had joined us within Dereks hand lodged inside of my needy ass passage. At the same time, Tommy orally gave me his emission, simultaneously sucking my ejaculation out at the same time. I grew less worrisome as a result of this type of attentiveness.
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On the tenth day of that trek, we reached a large village, which proved to be Dereks original home, before he left to go to the seat of their Empire to be with Barack. He was jubilantly greeted there with enthusiastic celebrations of crying women and their nakedly cavorting children. Men of the tribe collegially surrounded him, and began with an upbeat welcome home chant, which somehow brought tears to both his eyes and to mine. How fine it must have been for both Derek and Barack to have been raised within this type of warmth and affection. This contrasted greatly with what I was more acquainted with, in that too frosty environ of my own former dwellings in a distantly cold England, both in the physically climatic, as well as emotional senses.
...That first, wondrous evening, we all sat around the blazing communal bonfire, after he had introduced me to their village elders. He regaled them with his stories from the bounding main, and their high adventures, with a major emphasis on their heroic battle for freedom. The community was spellbound. Yet, though little embellishment was needed, I could tell that Derek took no pains with humbling self-deprecation. All of his fellow comrades were thrilled at the exciting news of Baracks actual survival, though I was fairly concerned that I might have mistakenly caused a problem. Who knew what all nasty ramifications would 121arise from the disturbing information if it unfortunately reached the ears of his autocratic father, their Emperor, from whose cruel antagonism, similar to my own fathers, he had been trying to escape. ...In this regard, I took note of a small group of about three or four tribesmen who appeared terribly upset, and not nearly as happy with that unexpected sight of the returned Derek. Nor were they pleased with the happy news of Baracks continued, freed existence. However, this cluster kept mostly to themselves, with hushed exchanges, darting furtive glances over at me, and back to the story teller. I got a sinking feeling that everything was not settled in the return of the retrieved member to their flock. I guessed I simply worried too much, being so accustomed as I was with those eternal intrigues that surrounded the blustery Tudor Court.
Chapter 6. My Life Among The Chokle.
Derek and I spent several nights getting better acquainted with his fellow tribesmen. He would invite one or more of them into our hut for special festivities, or I would introduce some to the handy cleaning device of the clever Tenoch, which I also used frequently to be ready for the activities on those fun nights. I kept learning new vocabulary, and teaching to them more of mine. I also had my grand enjoyment sharing the other interesting things bestowed upon me by the New Worlders, including the string of beads to insert into their virginal urethras, which seemed to be a favorite new sensation amongst younger villagers. Their immense piss channels interiors within those gargantuan cocks seemed to be made especially for those fat marbles to massage.
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We also used the sorcerous Tenoch leaves on the frequent occasions when the more intense sessions occurred, and they would combine them with their own indigenous chewed leaves they called Khat, which were very bitter to the taste, used to attain an even loftier level of excitation. The only worry that I had, as always, was that these wondrous experimentations with me, on their part, might someday grow tedious for these voracious sex partners, yet there was never any sort of indication by them that their enveloping pleasures were, in any way, close to abating. Nevertheless, life was never all that certain for me, or anyone.I kept learning more about their traditions and mannerism and teaching more of mine until I grew more comfortable with our simpler exchanges. By the seventh day after arriving,
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Derek approached me one afternoon, and stated, Barack and me, like brothers, you and Barack, like brothers, me and you, brothers? I replied quite adamantly, Yes, you are my brother! He then added, We make brothers for always, yes? I was not really sure that I understood where he was going with this, but the warmth of our connection left me with no fear in my answering, Yes, we can be brothers, for always. The delighted response in his reaction was truly endearing, yet this was a little bit frightening to me at the same time. He then proffered to me, We make brothers before greatest, yes? I naturally responded in the affirmative, our spiritual connection being already indubitable. He jumped up and he said, Good! My brother. Tonight! Then, he left. I had no idea what I had just agreed to, but I still felt the strong comradeship with this fine, sexy man, and knew I had nothing to fear. Or, so I thought, at the time. 122
The Serpentine Initiation ~
As the rest of the day progressed, an elder with odd bodkins, a unique headdress of white shells with feathers and spooky demeanor came up to me and said several things in such an excitable way, that I could not make head nor tail of it, despite my expanding vocabulary. He violently shook one of his weird bone rattles in a circle from my head to feet, and then back up again, several times. I knew not what this could mean, but I grew wary when he reached out a gnarled, curious hand which he ran across my chest, lightly pulling upon my ivory nipple rings. Then he traveled downward across the flat of my belly. When his hand reached down to my member, he grabbed it, slowly milking me until my blood flowed into it, while I hardened from his expert touch.
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All this while, he kept on intoning some quiet chant that raised up the hair on my arms and the hackles of my neck with its imponderable oddness. He cupped my basket of jewels, rolling those ovoids around gently as though he was weighing their heft and size. His other hand worked around into my tight rear domes, massaging those boney fingers into tight muscles, as would a shopper at the fruit market, testing for ripeness. He also dug deeply into my groove, boring inside my pucker, which automatically flowered out onto his finger tips. He nodded his old, weathered head, and chanted out a bit louder afterward.
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His own enormously fleshy, but weather-beaten limb grew a lot larger. Then, it got a whole lot larger, passed the gold circlets around it, until it exceeded the size of any of the giants I had see so far. A thin, silvery rivulet of his drippy stickiness spilled over the edges of his enswathing crepe closures, running in a long, thin string down past his inordinately low hanging, ostrich egg testes. I started to reach out to try and touch this confoundment, but instead, he batted my hand away, abruptly turning, and disappearing into the darkening jungle, chanting all the way.
...I did not know what to make of this encounter, but it left me aching with the urgent need to release. Soon enough, though, I lost my fullness, so I turned to the chores of cleaning out my intestinal passages in anticipation of whatever fun things Derek had in store for this evenings pastime. Around sunset, a very heavy drumbeat arose from within the recesses of the shadow-filled jungle. This beating was a far deeper sound than the others I heard, and I wondered what was happening. I made it back into the village to find it was nearly emptied of their men folk. The smattering of women that were remaining, had retreated, en masse, to the sizeable womens hut, over on the far side of the village square. A lilting song come forth from in there, causing me quiver in its raw plaintiveness.
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After I arrived back at our own hut, Derek was already waiting there with two of the other pitch-black, nude behemoths. He was swaying as though he was already inebriated. He was slurring his words, when he presented a cup of red liquid to me, saying, Take. We start. I took a sip, which slightly burned my throat all the way down to my stomach, where it continued to cause heat. He indicated that I should finish the entire broth, which I hesitantly did. I immediately began to feel a dizzying effect from the ingestion. My. knees weakened, eyes went out of focus, followed by a swirling sensation, as though I had been turning about in circles way too many times. The two brawny megaliths in the hut grabbed me in support with their muscled hands when I started to keel over from the wooziness I felt. Abruptly, everything around us winked out into an unconscious darkness as the top of my head flew upwards into the night sky.123...
I tried to open my eyes with a concentrated effort, when the shattering booming of drums nearby pounded into my core. Bass voices were chanting all around me, and the sound of feet stamping hard earth was evident. I squinted one eye crack out onto scenes of a wild celebration taking place around a huge bonfire in the middle of a jungle clearing. Warriors had large wooden phalluses that they were shoving up one anothers rectums in a laughing enjoyment, as they dancing crazily around me. I was captively stretched out onto an open, four-sided contraption, with my arms and legs tied firmly to the corners. Lengths of stout vines were extending over and under me in a way to hold my head erect. They were also extended under the widest and smallest parts of my back, and stretched above, across my sternum, just below my nipples.
...I looked down at the glint I had noticed, and I found that my ivory nipple rings had been somehow replaced with some new, and larger, golden ones. I also sensed a new heaviness pulling my member downward, realizing that the same replacement had occurred with the ring through my dirk. My movements apparently had been seen, and the drumbeats grew more intense. The weird elder, who had inspected me earlier, came up to my suspension and pushed on the four-sided containment in a spit-like fashion, until my dizzy head was hanging closer to the dusty earth as my feet angled higher upward. He put a funnel device formed from the horn of some large beast to my backend. An icy fluid poured down in my ass channel. I felt a creeping numbness take over me while that macabre medicine worked its way downward through my inner folds. The old codger aided this action with a gentle rocking motion from the flats of his hands massaging my gut from side to side. My resting worm suddenly became a vibrant slab of wanting, my be-ringed nipples began throbbing, and my rectums trapdoor flung itself open with an unearthly craving.
...Once that container holding their mysterious potion was emptied into me, those conjuring effects started to enthrall my mind. I could think of only one thing, and that was how to get something, or anything inside of me. My mind spun wildly off of its axis. Then, their elder wizard turned my bound torso upright, with much of the freezing serum flowing out from my unclenchable socket into a large skulls basin, from another jungle creature. The fire leapt upwards when something blue and flammable was thrown upon it. A foggy mist formed inside the clearing while the handsome male villagers launched into another of their frenzied, stomping dances. Wood, stone and golden phalluses were thrust into and yanked out of their gaping rear orifices, immense cocks being simultaneously ingested, repeatedly, by others.
...Next, their spell-caster took a long, thick pole with its rounded end tapered to the pommel end, and dipped this into a heated vat next to the burning logs. This hot icing, he worked into my wanting hole, turning the viscous greasiness around and around, working it inside, deeper with each new revolution. It must have been a hollow device, since it rattled with each of the twists and shoves into my roiling guts. My stomach protruded outwards in a stark outline from the extreme movements from the blunt end of that slippery club. Their shaman stoked my erotically fed flames when he moved it gratifyingly about in me with 124a hypnotic pattern throughout my enveloping viscera. When he reached his grip at the end of the insertion, he chanted out something loudly, and the participants called back to him, reminding me of the same ritualistic themes Derek had used during our ocean passage. By then, my blood-charged middle tower felt as if it was about to burst with its engorgement while my reaming continued.
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The enchanter shoveled deeply inside of me using that wide, slickened mallet. Then he tardily yanked the accosting plunger out with a guttural shout, with the rollicking chorus singing loudly in the response. This punching, twisting, reaming and pulling by the old man enjoyably went on and on. I grew more and more light-headed from these activities, and the elixir. The hexer reached out another of his rattling gourds, which he then used to strike down heavily upon my groin where my shot spot was located, connecting solidly with the strut of the boisterous banger he was rooting heartily around inside of me. That thumping upon the skin against my squirt bag made the small seepage coming from my pulsing cock head turn into a steadily oozing flow of my goop.
...The diabolic club was worked slowly back out of my inoculated cavern in a wide rotation. The youngest tribesman, who had been the able lookout on Rosa Negra, whom I called Jordyn, stepped forward out of the crowd. My restraining device was turned over into a horizontal position, placing my tattered, excited opening at the exact level of his throbbing manhood. He placed his one hand on my tummy and moved it in a round circle, looking into my eyes with his nearly vacant expression of awe. His other hand guided my leaking spigot to his lips as he engulfed my cum faucet to the base, tucking his tongue into my slit, and constricting his neck muscles around on the deeply lodged helmet. He worked in his own, fat plunger into my cove at the same time, and it felt like it truly belonged there. I exhaled my extreme neediness, until he reached all of the way into his curly hairs. I had a profound sense of appreciation for filling up the space so needing an intense usage.
...He rammed into my sucking well numerous times, but too soon he let out a familiar wail when he shot jets and wads of his youthful issuance inside of me. Reluctantly, he slowly withdrew his stiffness, giving my flaring head a final swipe of his tongue, where after he moved over to my left side, bent and recaptured my arousal in his attentive gullet. At my yawning rump, he was next replaced by Tommy, who used his plate-sized grips on my waist, and slowly sunk into me till reaching the hilt of his truncheon. He, too, hammered away at my willing tissue sheath, until he obligingly dropped his creamy spooge deeply within my innards. He quietly withdrew from my crack and walked around to my head. He removed the rope supports there, so that my head fell back, and my mouth opened. He worked his still prodigious shooter into my waiting, gluttonous gums and slowly began a gentle in and out rhythm.
...At my hole, I recognized a fattened timber that was Bernard, the width of his driller being far more vast than anyone I was familiar with, except maybe the shaman. He popped it into my lax ring, and inched it in deeper and deeper, until his mammoth balls swung hard against my suspended cheeks. He burrowed in me, pulled back, then he bashed forward again, and kept repeating this until the strength of those drives was raising my entire body 125up off of the rope supports. This pushed my pole up into Jordyns mouth, and me onto Tommys wedge, buried in my throat. I felt his jets of inundation against the walls of my intestinal coils while he convulsed wildly. Bernard took that immense packer out of me, as I felt the stretched membranes clinging desperately to the amazing width. He moved around to my right side, clamping his tight, full lips around my gold-ringed nipple, which he suckled strongly.
...One by one, each of those familiar shipmates of mine all came in me, contributing infusions of their seeds into the growing miasma finally beginning to fill me up. First, my ass would be pummeled, spewed into, and then that new slogger would step over to a free nipple, or another to my tied hand, placing his own warm hand on the top of mine to form a sleeve to pump a drained cock into. Or a sucking mouth would encapsulate my up-turned toes in mind-boggling sensuality. When my hands, teats, mouth, cock, feet and balls were each occupied, even more revelers would step up and pump in more cream, until my crammed cavern was a liquid cauldron containing their stewing cum.
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This activity seemed to my befuddled mind unusually similar to those sexual rituals that were used by the Tenoch, but as yet, I saw no big cats, or any animals of any type at all, around the clearing. Dully, my curiosity began to grow while I began to get anxious about where this ceremony was to go. However, I was far too occupied with the luscious and luxurious activities going on with my miscellaneous body parts to get too overly concerned with coherent thoughts like that.
...At last, adorable Derek came up to my bum and Tommy withdrew his fleshy, rubbery meal from my mouth, holding my head up so that I could look directly into the weaving Dereks wildly dilated, bloodshot eyes. Into my hugging chamber he tucked that plump, throbbing manhood of his, sealing in all of those earlier pools of fresh jism, and he did not stop till he reached the base of that enormity. He stayed fully encased inside of me for some glorious minutes, stirring his leviathan around, and pushing in on my stomach to feel his own, hard incarceration. I whimpered out my neediness and he began his outbound, rebound, driving force, ever increasing in this wildly raging intensity until his bulging eyes rolled up into his head and my tank was flooded with his own hot offering.
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When his full-body shudderings had subsided, he showed his intense emotions when he took that busted pile driver out of my succubus trap, and stepped backward, away from me. My quaking hole was not much interested in resting, or in taking any breaks, since I still was not completely satiated in my drugged sexual poverty. I lay there writhing in wanton urgency, relishing the ardent lust directed onto my tweaked, sucked and pinched body parts. But it was not enough for me, or my diabolically enhanced craving.
...All involved with my various body parts backed away. Their titanic village chief came into view. His fearsome weapon stood rigidly erect, covered in ropey, pulsating veins, and was the most substantial beast of them all, far greater in its length and girth than my shipmates, or the others in the village, including the priest. He approached my waiting rectum, while their sorcerer brought another cup of coolly bubbling liquid for me to ingest. I did so, and 126my craving for being bred totally consumed me. I grossly waggled out my gaping portal at this hefty behemoth. I shuttered out the view of the impending collision, so that I could concentrate on the anticipated sensation. The tree trunk-sized meat asserted itself at my juicy pucker, pushing and prodding for several agonizing minutes until he dove in at the opening. More and more pressure built up, until I worried that I might be sundered by his meaty, one-eyed Cyclops.
...This pressurization against my hole kept building, when at the point I thought that more of his ingress was impossible, the humongous front ball of that mighty scepter blasted inside of my battered gutter. The feeling was surely insanity inducing, as tiny, seducing packets of cavorting lights played against my inner eyelids. Deeper and deeper his fleshy Goliath slammed within me. He put one of his Herculean hands underneath my back, and placed the other above my abdomen, to cover the plain shape of the mound extending crazily up and outwards from my stomachs confines, during his maddening installation. I wheedled and scooted down and around this climbing pyramid of flaming flesh, fueling the burning object until I felt a bulge push against the divide to my chest cavity, his bull balls nudging my rump.
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I was truly floating within the fulfilling heaven of my desires, and I opened my blast-shocked eyes to see the fiercest look on my pillaging Beelzebub, boring into my very soul. I felt totally fused, combined, and at one with this most masculine of creatures while he deported, then swung back in again, each of his contorting thrusts pushing most of my clobbered internal organs aside. Each of his long withdrawals sucked me outward in the prolapsing of my hot, swollen colonic membranes affixed around his burning, spectacular impalement.
...On one of these gradual digressions, Derek crouched, for some minutes, underneath my speared, plundered intestines and licked around the outwardly distended ring of my inner rectal tissues where they clung tightly around the outrageous expanse of their chieftains massive mauler. This sucking and laundering set those tingling, hyper-sensitive, hidden nerves, awash with bursting explosions of pleasure. Occasionally, Derek would strike on those belabored membranes with his slapping fingers, so as to enhance those wild, carnal sensations being generated in that area.
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Finally, the head man performed a whole series of quick, plunging lunges inside my furthest, ravaged reaches, until he shot surge after surge of his scalding magma against the linings of my gripping membranes, forcing those earlier deposited sedimentary mushes into a backwash up my channel. He threw back his regal head with an exuberant bestial howl, which virtually shook the ground. When he stopped the last fusillade of man-cream, he fell forward, lifting my restrained body up against his, with his bone-crushing embrace, thrusting his spearing, wet tongue against the back of my throat, running this up and around insides of my moist gullet.
...Extricating this probe, he trailed down my neck, locking his soft, wide lips against my hardened milk makers, pulling each one of the new, golden rings alternating out into his vacuuming mouth, toying with these hoops. He then biting savagely down on the tender tips, sending a blasting of sensations throughout my entire body.
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pleasure, he stood up to his full height, again. His massaging, cupping hands, forming an encasement over the top of my bowels, inexorably following out the decanting course of his exiting cock, their fingertips pushing down deeply in flutterrance against the huge mass of that regressing impaction. My clamping ass lips refused to let him pull this stimulating beam all of the way out of me, so he jammed it all the way back within my ass. Thereby,the unexpected shock from the injection to helped loosen up my hugging flesh, which allowed the outrageously widened expansion of my ass-ring to disgorge that humongous, inhuman python, which slapped down heavily against his hard thigh. Again, their Chief leaned his great height forward, his enveloping mouth inhaling my soaking tube steak, and tenderly cleaned off all of the preliminary swill he had punched out of my semen sac, suctioning up my entire shaft into his locking lips. Just when I was about to jettison out mounting gobs of gooshing get, he released me and cruelly turned away, leaving me twisting and begging shamelessly for my release.
...The grizzled old conjurer next came up to my infiltrated coffer and with great deliberation, folding his gigantic, boney hand around a small bag filled with some liquid. Making his fingers into a peak, mashed into my accommodating tissues. His misshapen hand churned across, through my surrendering access point, and began to rivet its ineluctable way into my gulch. Extending in more and more he reached into my passages, until he reached the uppermost length. Not stopping there, he expertly navigated the turn to my right, where he thrust across my breadth, impelling the earlier spillage of semen into those furthest of my corridors.
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When he plowed to the end of that trail, I felt the cooler fluids release from the contents of the bag he grasped, pouring it out into the final leg of my intestinal cradle. He jerked his gnarly fingers around in kicking the effluvium down into my third bract, until he was satisfied it was lodged there securely. He incrementally began with the incipient withdrawal of his excavator, clobbering my enfolding fortifications with grinding thrashes. Inch by provocative inch, the bicep, elbow, forearm, wrist, and then his fat thumb knuckle appeared again, glistening with my abundant juices, and the tribes as well, in the flickering firelight.
...Everything around me became deathly silent when their incessant bass drumming suddenly ended, their chanting stopped, and each of those villagers was enwrapped within the night shadows of the jungle. All receded out of sight, but for the remaining, darkened figure of the elder, whose bizarre white and ocher painted skin designs appeared to squirm about in the blue-green flames shooting skyward. My former French tutor always believed in déjà vu, but I knew that this was simply a too familiar ceremony, like that employed by those sexy Tenoch. This felt very much like I had done this same thing before, but it seemed to me that it was in these identical surroundings, in this same circumstance, in an unknown, distant time period. Their witch doctor quickly rammed into my flooded riparian valley with his gargantuan, be-ringed inflation of ancient gristle, traveling upwards inside my crazed confines. ...
After just a few of his intensive thrustings, he spewed out his own contribution mixing into the 128
gurgling contents coagulating therein. He pulled out, with my puffy ass-lips squelching over each of the receding, enlarging ivory rings which were encircling his marauding limb. Except for an occasional cry from the nights wild animals somewhere off in the distance, the whispered chirpings of night time insects were the only sounds heard. This was most disconcerting, I thought, in my woozy haze. Their wrinkly, supernatural elder lifted up a flute-type instrument and began playing out a haunting tune which was soon joined in with a single, vibrating, tempered boom of a carved log, making the ground and my innermost havens quake.
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This went on for several minutes while the cool deposit inside my intestines placed by the spell-caster began to make my brains twist even more so, and made me see some almost frightening hallucinations. Mind-warping, hazy images began rising from the earth all around me. These images undulated, swept upward, then shimmered around in foggy apparitions of nearly living things, but from another age long since past on earth, before man trod on these hallowed grounds. Without warning, the booming drum and the flute notes stopped, after which the flimsy cloud beings faintly dissipated into the ether. The steamy night was eerily silent again.
...I heard a faint rustling from the bushes above my head, but my eyes refused to focus. All I could recognize was the screaming needs of my hollowed interiors. Closer and closer this swishing, brushing sound drew to me until I looked down between my legs to see the head of a hellishly large snake rise up, flickering a long, forked tongue out towards my exposed orifice. I probably should have been wracked with great fears, but my thoughts just would not coalesce enough to get that far. That reddish-green spawn of Satan dipped the broad expanse of its head downward, and I felt the flickering tickle of the split sensors tasting my spewage, bubbling out from the wet eye of my beating cock-head. Those cold extensions found the tubule entrance and they sank slowly into me as the terrible, fanged jaws opened around my manhood. Down and down those revolting tendrils slithered, until I was filled from within by the repellant creatures wriggling probe. The serpent tickled those interior membranes and intima cells at my shafts base, turning, while pumping in and out, in a vile constancy. A scary hissing sound issued out of it from around the inner-lodged skin of my heart-hammering cudgel.
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At last, it gradually withdrew out those coldly twitching tongs. Rearing upwards and back down, its flicking, forked tongue delectably licked against my bashed bunghole. That fleshy, cool sensor wriggled inside of my soggy, slack pit, tracing the wrinkles of abused, puckered tissue inside of me further and further, until the icy snout of this apocryphal abomination pressed tightly up against my hot flesh. The befouled air exiting from the abhorrent serpents nostrils against my vulnerable cheeks raised up my gooseflesh in tingling bumps of fear, excitation and anticipation.
...The twirling tongue kept going further as the skin of my ass quivered, then caved in, with the diamond-shaped head s movement ahead into my aperture. Those beleaguered gates stretched obscenely outward, when its insinuating skull followed behind those advancing, squirming tendrils, tracking the channel inward. My splitting sphincter moved around the advancing creature, allowing it to sink onward into my clammy guts. The deliberate, but incessant charge immersing into me forced more and more of that horrific demons broad 129head into my heaving innards, allowing my conscious thoughts to be drained downwards and wiltingly out of me. My sole focus was on that devil undulating its way into my being.
...When my stretched core approached the most, but vast extent of its expanded possibilities, the snapping of my rectum over the plunging reptiles ramming crown was almost a mind rending experience. The plunging skewer wove back and forth inside the stressed cavern above my pubic bone, importunely bumping my prostate into action. I felt some sucking sensations, and realized this invader was ingesting all the contents of the gushed emulsions planted into me by those brethren of Derek and Barack.
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The inbound intruder kept on its inwardly infiltrating impact without any surcease. The fattened bulge of the weaving thing climbed in through the looping coils of my inner arenas, till it hit up against my lower ribs, raising the skin covering my abdomen in a pronounced, swaying bulge. The nudging front of the satanic minion angled sideways, then continued the worried progression across my lower chest, with the pouch of my stomach moving like a wave on the ocean would do. I groaned and moaned while I felt myself joyously filled to nearly bursting by this defiling miscreant.
...The consuming snake never faltered in the forward sliding dive inside my greatest depths. Its undulating muscles moved my outer skin on my stomach in untamed rippling. On and on, the burrowing enormity slithered its articulated bulk until reaching the far right turn. Again, no discernable break in the movement occurred when turning downward, invading that last hidden cove. This last gate took some added effort on the part of the huge, scaly parasite. More of those Africans holy semen supplements were siphoned from out of my baptismal receptacle by their snake-god, as the forward slipping triangular cap mined the organ-packed cabinet of my anatomy. Upon reaching the now warming contents of that intoxicating offering of the priest, the deified python bucked and squirmed around, till my stomach looked like some bag of wild animals battling. Then, to my relief, Derek stepped forward from the shadows to cradle my head in his tender hands.
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Chanting villagers again surrounded me in a surreal choir of unified intensity, and the resuming booms from their largest drums shook me down to my foundations. Dereks woodened flesh plunged into the clutches of my throat, and when the lunging thing inside of me reached to its writhing crescendo, so did Derek, when he again poured out the rivers of his reproductive produce into me, quenching my parched thirst with his salty-sweet swill, slaking my glottal desires. The battering reptilian madness inside of my entrails reached a fever pitch in my pillaged intestines, though the medicine I was given lent grace to even the tiniest of its tunneling, jerking movements. While there was some definite pain felt from the inordinate stretching, the ecstasy and fulfillment of the sensations virtually drowned it out.
...When Derek softly placed his hypnotic hands over my roiling innards, bending forward to consume my raging hardness in his tightening gullet, I split into beams of light, shooting my sprayage of hot man batter into my new brothers welcoming, swallowing moistness. Their serpent-god jointly spasmed with me in its convulsions of wracking vibrancies by its total control of my inner spaces. My futile, clenching, orgasmic constrictions, both those 130voluntary and involuntary, around that colossal girth, served to engender added, intensely reactive, coiling surges by my impaler.
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More energies flowed, more incoherence ensued, and more of an unholy bedevilment exploded within my brains. I was lifted into a purified plane of inchoate existence, that left me disembodied and floating over incomprehensible scenes unfolding below me. I was thrust splinteringly upward, emerging into a light-as-a-feather wafting, while the world below receded blankly awayinto the void of sensate abandon. Higher and higher I drew, above all else, above my reality, above my past, and extending outwardly into a blindingly white light of cognizance, where I was bathed in the warmest of perceptions and ultimate knowledge. The universe I knew began to draw to a close, as I expanded in far flung glory, and as I was sundered apart, reforming in new combinations with every living thing. My former life was then inextricably conjoined with Derek, like I had done with Barack. I knew I had, at last, ended who I was, and I began who we would be.
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Ultimately, my reality winked out in one last splitting, shattering jolt. I screamed out my frenzied capitulation, then my world became a dark silence. I wish I could remember all of the phantasmagorical imagery that passed across my vision during the last upheavals, but I cannot.
...Chapter 7. My Introduction to White Slavery.
Days, weeks or hours later, the shroud of my sleeping dreams opened. I became aware of the heated, semi-flaccid plug lodged deeply in my rectum. Massive arms enfolded me in a secure warmth as humid breath blew outward from the chin my head was tucked so snugly beneath. I bathed in a full-body glow that left me energized, yet contented. To my great dismay, a full bladder caused me to extricate myself off of the warm, tethering, meat bond, and from my safely embracing, new brother, Derek. I then noticed that my gold bands had been taken out, and the ivory rings were returned to me, probably in an act of nostalgia by Derek. I moved as quietly as was possible out from the cozy hut where we were sleeping, and I trundled off into the darkened trees. I shot loose a stampeding flow of my gushing piss against the sides of some large-leafed plant.
...I heard a slight movement behind me. I quickly turned around, splattering urine onto the feet of the three grim villagers who had clearly not been so happy with news of Dereks triumphal re-appearance, when we first arrived. My startled mouth was stuffed with a stiff cloth gag, while my struggling arms were pinned roughly behind my back, and bound. A gunny sack was quickly placed over my head, and I was lifted off of the ground. These abductors made no loud sounds as I was whisked away, despite my valiant struggles.
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We traveled on for several hours, until I lost track of time, with me most uncomfortably tossed over the well-hewn shoulder of one of the conspiratorial kidnappers. We did not dally to eat or drink that entire first day. When we were a suitable distance away from any helpful ears, my hood and gag were removed, and I was allowed a drink of stagnant water, but I got no food before we were camped for the encroaching night. The biting insects made it almost impossible to sleep soundly, though my anxiety could not allow much for resting,131anyway. This same routine was repeated for three or four more days. On occasion, I was given some nearby hanging fruit, or handfuls of berries for me to consume, but I was still nearly starving from the lack of any type of proper sustenance.
...On the fifth day, I heard the sound of the ocean surf. We climbed upwards, and crossed over a high ridge separating the bay ahead of us from the inner jungle. We had reached those shores while evening again dropped its cloak. Several other shadowy men drew up near, and they engaged in a heated exchange with my captors, too rapid for me to discern. I heard when some of their coinage was clinking, following which I was picked up, and tossed roughly into the wet bottom of a small boat. The swarthy oarsmen took me out to a smallish sailing vessel. I was dumped into the bottom of its hold, where there already were several others. I heard the anchor being raised some time later, and the ship began rocking with the larger waves of the open sea. I agonized about this current fate, but I knew my resistance would be futile.
...I tried to sleep to gather my strength, and must have dozed off a bit. Thankfully, the evil biting bugs had been left ashore. Dimmed light grew through the opening to the upper deck, which meant that a new day was dawning. I wondered if my snake-brother Derek, would try to search for me, or if I was lost forever within this new, awful situation. My disappearance, coinciding with the absence of those three individuals from their populace, would leave no doubt as to who the perpetrators were, but that was of no use to me in the present predicament. I hoped that the retribution would be agonizing and brutal.
...A large, black man came down into the darkened hold, and lifted me up and over his huge shoulder, taking me upwards to the top deck. I was immediately blinded by the intense tropical sunlight intruding into my weakened eyes. When my view adjusted, I took in my surroundings to find I was aboard a smaller Muslim vessel called a Qarib. This was a narrower vessel than the first two I had been aboard, it was moving much faster, and had only one large triangular sail with the mainmast leaning forward. I knew this was the type of predatory ship being used to attack European merchants and gather new slaves for their oars, around the ravaged coastlines from Italy to Holland. They came from along Africas Barbary Coast, so this vessel seemed far afield from their typical haunts.
...Soon, a bearded, turbaned, olive-skinned man with a cruelly appraising visage approached from the upper decks cabin and stood looking at my nakedness with bland curiosity. His eyes went from my pierced nipples to the tattooed band on my arm, and down to the new tattoo above my shaved crotch, landing on the ring inside of my cock. He spoke to me in some kind of a vernacular that sounded like he was clearing his throat. When I looked blankly back at him, he repeated himself again with some sort of a Latin language, not French, which I also could not comprehend, though I had been taught Greek and Latin by my tutors. He finally said to me, You, English infidel? I raised up my chin and coolly replied, I am. He spat off to the side, and to himself growled, Ah, then you of use. He looked at me with another scowl, silently turned and then re-entered his inner domain. 132
The Moorish Corsair ~
No further contact was made with the Captain, and no words were exchanged again. The escort was a hugely muscled, black man wearing a white turban, white blousy pantaloons, gold neck chains, and pointed foot coverings. Nothing was covering over his muscularly plated chest, nor the prominent ridges of his hairless stomach. A long scar ran from his right ear down to his chin. He mutely took me below the deck, cut off my bindings and left. He returned and brought back with him an ugly-looking gruel, which he motioned for me to eat, with his sharp, curved dagger. I believe this blade was called a scimitar. I was too desperately famished, and so I took what I could get, gagging down the awful crap. I was returned back into the lower hold, where several other captives, consisting entirely of naked Africans, were each still bound, and looking down at the floor in a glum dejection. We were individually brought above to relieve ourselves, where we were also doused with a bucket of sea water, taken down where the glutinous garbage was served, and again forced to sit or stretch out in the hold. I took my usual place in between two of those very unhappy quarry, with no sounds exchanged. ...Later that same night, the black giant arrived below deck, and soundlessly lifted me to my feet. Once we were in the open air, he took me aft to the upper decks rear, above their captains compartment. Here, he spoke a few quiet words to the only person who was on the deck, the tiller man, who yawned, rubbed his eyes, stretched, and turned the navigation over to the huge Moor. When that fellow had left, the massive man pulled his pantaloons to his ankles, exposing an enormous pillar of soot-toned meat, and sat down on the three-legged stool there, spreading his muscular thighs outward. This allowed for his full, heavy balls to hang and his strut to jut greatly outward. His musk permeated the nights air.
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He beckoned me forward, and strongly pulled down my arm until I was on my knees. Even in the star-lit darkness, I could see the immense pole that was thrusting up from between his solid thighs was dripping with his anticipation. He put his big hand behind my head and forced my mouth down onto his awaiting erection. I was given no time to get introduced to the voluminous drapes that were enveloping the porcine globe, as the fat stump went straight to the back of my throat. He held my crammed jaws firmly in place, until I almost fainted from lack of air, and gagged on the extreme fullness. He let me pull back up to the end, then he repeated the shove back into my neck. He tasted salty and a bit metallic, with a smell like freshly turned soil.
...After a few minutes of this pumping with my head onto his meaty slab, he was sufficiently lubricated, so I was lifted up to my feet again, and turned with my bare butt poised directly above his titanic tool. He pulled his breeches completely off of his ankles and more widely spread his haunches. He hawked up a wad of spit, worked this far into my ass cleft. He snorted out another glob of it, which he quickly worked into my vent with a thick finger, up to the main knuckle. Once he hit my trigger, I was stiff as a board. I was compelled to attempt to open up my bunghole enough to allow me to accommodate his unusual girth. After some stressful exertion, the meaty knob broke through my lank restraints and sank urgently inside my rectum. Inch by inch, I was fused onto that gut churning shank of his. When I could feel those wiry hairs of his pubic area sanding my embankments, he let out a 133very deep breath, as did I. He waggled around a bit to get comfortable, then he settled in for what was to be a very long haul.
...By this, I mean he did not drive back and forth, but he simply ground around my insides in long twists and churnings. He groped my rock-hard prong and diddled with the husk from my overhanging skin. Sometimes he fondled my balls, rolling them against each other, or by separating one from the other, while pulling on that enclosing sack of my skin outwards and away from my crotch. When I started in drooling from the mouth of my erection, he used the flat of his coarse thumb to rub this gooeyness into the skin, causing me to clench my hole down on his penetration from too much sensitivity. Often, he would press down the palm of his hand over my groin, feeling as the ball head of his buried stake was pushing against the interior abdominal skin, whenever he pushed inward. It felt as if he might be wanking off inside me, despite my intervening stomach layer.
...This overall manipulation of my body went on for hours. Yet, every time I got close to blasting out a load of my ball milk, he would then immediately crush my glans in his meaty fist, thereby forcing the blood back into me, and effectively ending my curd flinging foray. Only when those first yellow rays of mornings light were glimmering in the east, did he commence rocking himself back and forth across my inner membranes. This action forced his encased bundle to expand greatly and propel himself into an alarming discharge of his inundative seed spillage, silently plastering my filled guts with his gunk, while he felt those spurts hit the flat of his pressing exterior palm. On the other hand, I was never allowed to reach an urgently sought orgasm, although he brought me to that precipice several times that night, without falling over the delicious edge. This clearly was for his pleasure only, not mine.
...After he caught his breath from his release, I finally felt him somewhat whither. He stood up, while I was still pegged. He stepped over to the rail and bent me over it, so that I was precariously facing the water rushing by us. I began to feel his warmth flooding into my reservoir. I was so tightly sealed to him, that none of his piss flowed backward out of me. As more and more of his hot fluids cascaded into my chasm, my filling belly was pushed out against the rail. At last, when he ran out of his liquid flow, he reached around, and erotically massaged the bulging area his bath of urine caused. Before I knew it, I had shot my load far out onto the fastly passing waves. He stepped back enough to avoid any type of spillage, and yanked his packer out of me, rapidly turning me around so that all of the waste vectored into the ocean in one mighty squelch, when he struck his fist hard against my bladder. Another sailor came up to take over the tiller, and I was led back below deck.
...This was nearly identical to the repeated routine the enormous Nubian engaged in for the next two weeks it took to get to the straits leading to the Mediterranean. I grew to learn patience, and saw greater pleasure, through his moody eyes, in the rewards from delayed gratification. This meant adjusting my sights from the so-called, see it and eat it, way of thinking, to engaging in the present by enjoying the journey for the journeys sake alone. I 134grew to look forward to that constant heat and pressure from his buried weapon, without expecting to immediately reach a climax. It took another week of sailing to get to the Isle of Rhodes, which wasthen vacant of any native population, and there were still smoking fires fromanother recent onslaught by the Corsairs.
...From there, I feared we would turn south toward the Barbary Coast, since this meant I could be chained onto an oar for life, probably a short one, in one of their many Galleys pillaging the European Coastlines, garnering more slaves for their ongoing expansionist endeavors. Blessedly we continued on eastward. For almost another entire week, I was pleasantly sundered by the mighty African for hours in lassitude every night, then returned to my heavy sleep every day, after the noxious bowl of daily gruel. During this whole time, he never spoke a word to me, and only grunted when he did express himself during the eventual release he allowed himself as dawn appeared on the horizon. At long last, we reached a city with many spires and minarets that must have been none other than the storied Ottoman capitol of Istanbul, formerly Constantinople of the Byzantine Empire.
...The vessel was pulled into a dock by a guiding boat with ten oarsmen. I was herded along with those remaining African passengers (four had died enroute, including one who dived overboard rather than be enslaved for life) to a big holding pen at the end of a large plaza. My partner of the last several weeks never even bothered to bid me an adieu, but simply walked toward several produce vendors, and there he disappeared into the crowds. I was a sexual convenience, nothing more to him. There were people of all shades and makeup in the holding plaza. Women were sequestered in one closed in area, while the rest of the males were locked into the main space. Some were clothed, but most of them were undraped, like myself. Since there was no place set aide for defecation, the pen putridly stunk. We were given more of that same type of nauseating gruel, which everyone ate without any protest, sitting in groups of like kinds. I heard no English being spoken, and I saw no one else with my fair coloration. Later that night it grew cool. I surmised this was close to the end of September, but I had no way of knowing that for sure.
The Sale ~
The next day, a sizeable crowd had gathered around a raised platform in the center of the square, where a blue-turbaned, burnoose-wearing man, with a full black beard and round belly, spoke in the rapid-fire spits and gurgles that was apparently their language. The first five men on the block were tall black men, naked and all well-muscled. The hawker spoke loudly, circled the largest one of that group, and he pulled the bull-sized testicles outward, apparently in a demonstration of virility and as the evidence of his procreative investment. The long, expanding tube of flesh between his thighs began to engorge, until it stood out at least a foot from his groin. The dun-toned face of it appeared from within those sable folds of his canopy overhang. ...He was rudely turned around and made to bend over, and his bulbous, ebony ass cheeks were widely spread out to further endorse the health of the specimen. Many vociferous shouts then arose from the audience, while the slave master pointed to one, and then to another of the bidders, coaxing and cajoling that crowd until finally settling on the individual who had screamed the longest and loudest. All five of the 135captives on the stage were subjected to the same type of treatment. Then they were all led away by the apparent top winners. This seemed to be no different than the auctioning of animals occurring back at my home. Ten groups of five were each processed in a similar way through the slave auctions system. My group was called forth to the auction block.
...The first up, was a naked young boy from somewhere in the Mediterranean basin, which seemed obvious from his olive-pigmented skin, green eyes, and silky black hair. When the auctioneer had him bend over to spread his supple rump, his silent tears streamed down his pretty face. An evil looking man won the bidding and he came toward the platform with heavy steel collar, and leather leash, which he affixed immediately to the boys neck while the child whimpered pathetically. Following their exit from the plaza, I watched the nasty owner whipping the lad viciously in some misplaced effort to stop the poor youth from his uncontrollable crying.
...I was pushed to the front of the raised stage by one of the dour guards, and the bidding for me began. But, before the chatty auctioneer could pull on my balls, or stick his finger into my anus, much less yank on my nipple rings, a high-pitched voice pierced through the air from a curtained sedan chair located to the rear, and away from the bustling of the square. I could not see who had made the bid, but all of the bidding was immediately stopped. A pretty, tall, Nubian youth, in a long white gown, came forward as the assemblage parted to let him through, with great respect. Some gold was handed over, and I was promptly led away through the winding and twisting back alleys and passageways. We passed by great amounts of new construction of large edifices, temples which they called Mosques, the laying of stone for roads, and other signs of the accumulation of great wealth.
...I was taken through bazaars and food markets, past lush water fountains and huge palaces of worship. No one seemed to be phased by my nudity. We arrived at a small, ornately carved portal. My beautiful, young, black guide knocked twice at the wooden door in it. A screen slid open in a small square in the center, then a latch was lifted from the inside allowing us entry. I was taken through a few dimly lighted hallways of what must have been an extremely rich man. I could not help but be attracted to the lithe suppleness of my young escort. I began to wonder what possible secrets lay beneath his outer garments. Occasionally, he would look back at me in undisguised curiosity, which seemed to hold more in store for me. The further into the palace we proceeded, the more elegant and ornate those fine surroundings became. I was greatly impressed by the grandeur and the beauty of the place, as well as becoming more focused upon the more overt attentions of my handler.
...The gentle, dark-skinned guide led me across a beautiful inner courtyard filled with singing birds, trees hanging with fruit, and large, marble, water fountains tinkling into their basins. Gauzy silk fabrics, in bright colors rippling in the occasional breezes, were hanging down from within the horseshoe-shaped archways. We passed through several of these peaked archways, and then arrived at a bronze door, where the guide pulled on a string that made 136a chime sound from within. A soft lock turned, and the door swung inward. We stepped into the immense hallway, lined with pink marbles above floors gleaming with intricately made designs of brilliantly glistening, geometric mosaics. Colorful stone columns spiraled up to the vaulted ceilings, where a flowing gold script was made of tiny tiles upon a dark blue background. ...To my right was another open court with a pool in the center. Around the edges of the water were twenty, or thirty, young men in states of undress. A few of them were frolicking in the water, while others preened. At each of the windows, a half dozen muscular, Nubian giants were posted, wearing identical uniforms of blousy white pants, a gilded brocade vest, and a powder blue turban, with a gem setting in the center, having a red tail feather sticking straight up at their centers. I turned back towards the entrance when I heard that heavy door behind me close, and I felt my jaw literally drop to my chest with a completely shocked surprise.
Chapter 8. My Life at the Court of Suleiman the Magnificent.
Pushing the door closed, was the most handsome man I had ever seen in all my life. His shiny forehead skin was deep shades of black, brown and blue. A scarf of fine white silk was draped over his bald head in a hood, held in place by a gold and blue threaded cord, and the fringed tails of it were grandly knotted at the throat. He wore a full, well-trimmed black beard, through which full, round, wine-tinted lips hung partially open. This showed his gleaming white teeth. A prominent nose with wide-flaring nostrils rose from between two jagged cheek bones.
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His eyes, well, those eyes, uh, they did not so much as look at me, as look into me. I mean, they peered into the very depths of my being. A raging fire burned outward from within those huge, incredible, pupil-less, black irises. Sable-hued, silky eyelashes must have fanned out a full inch from lids hidden in kohl-dark folds of skin. His thick, ebony eyebrows had an inquisitive arching to them, though the right one was marred by a long scar beginning at the temple. Another scar followed the line of his left ear down to his thickly corded neck. The rest of his frame was covered with layered folds of a sheer cotton fabric that allowed just enough light to show through the weave to reveal the promises of what magnificently male grandeurs lay just below.
...A wide sash of a colorful red design was wrapped around his waist, shot with gold thread. A curved dagger, in a jeweled silver holder, was lodged through the waist band. One of his legs was raised up and resting across a spindle on the stool where he had been reading a brightly illustrated book. Resting on his knee was what I now know is called a Mans man hand. That work of art was darkly scarred, and thickly padded with tensed muscles. His fingers were long and wide, ending in short finger nails, perfectly trimmed and buffed to a shiny luster. A single gold ring, with a curling symbol sitting atop the face, was on his middle finger. In his other hand he held a mahogany walking stick, and on top of this, was the small head of a carved lion upon it. His right, fully muscled arm was exposed in all of its doughty glory, with more of those telltale battle scars, twining ropes of veins, and very darkly pigmented. The foot resting on the spindle, was mostly exposed, showing his large, manly toes, nails also trimmed and buffed, fitted into in his gold and leather sandal. 137...
When I looked back into his bottomless eyes, I suddenly realized I had been holding in my breath. When I eventually exhaled, my heart started racing and worst of all, my wayward saber began to arise from its scabbard. His haughty demeanor did not crack, nor did he blink and look away, even when my hesitant host said something to him. My cock, which was already aroused by the thoughts about activities with my guide, got even harder thinking about what it would feel like to be splayed out wide underneath him. The deity replied to the boy with a most clipped manner. With a sniff, he picked his book back up and he sat back down. I was gently pulled away from the doorway, still entranced in an overpowering daze.
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When I looked back at him again, he was still drilling into me with his fierce countenance. We walked further into a different chamber where several rotund attendants were busy with their chores. One of these chubbies approached us, making my eyes water from some cloying scent he was wearing. He wore many rings, which fluttered around his bald pate on his porcine fingers, while he looked me over from top to toes. He wore a lot of facial paint and eyeliner, and wore a sneering expression on his round face. He snidely something simpering to the accompanying boy, with his fingers pinching his nose. That is when I recognized that this was the annoying voice from that anonymous bidder at the auction. The cute boy bowed slightly to the old, fat thing, his demeanor a fixed mask. He led me away into another smaller room. I was glad to be away from that overbearing and disgusting creature.
...He pulled off the red cap he wore and set it on a side table. Two more young boys came into the room. My guide reached down and pulled up and off the tunic he wore. His body was firm and tight. His chest was nicely defined, and each of his inordinately large nipples was succulently coned. The two new boys sat down in front of me on the rim of a basin of water and watched with bored interest. The first adolescent observer had pale white skin covered in freckles, with red hair, while the other had hairless, tanner skin with a head of blonde hair. My own fellow began to unwrap his loin cloth and let it fall. And fall. And as this fell, more and more of his purple-toned tonnage was being revealed to my amazed eyes. This dropping of cloth seemed to last a while, until the elongating monster that was eventually, evocatively, fully displayed, hit just above his knees. It was so beautiful and it was perfectly symmetrical where it resteduponnothing. He possessed no seed stones, which meant he had been castrated.
...My staring made the black boa twitch upwards a ways, and mine followed suit, just when I thought I finally had it back under some control after that overt reaction to the formidable personage at the gate. And, once our boners began to point at each other, the red-headed kid spoke up. Yes, well, I hear youre English? His speech mannerism was a little too on the effeminate side for me, but at least I could completely understand what was being said to me for the first time in months, albeit with a distinctly Scottish accent.
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I blurted, Yes, yes I am. Where are you from? He answered me, Angus. Me parents were en route to visit relatives in Brittany when a Barbary Corsair showed up. Me folks probably are dead after being worked to death as slaves. I questioned him, About how long ago was this? He replied, Seven years ago. Ayll be sixteen this next winter. I queried further, And, what is your name, and exactly where are we? He informed me, Ay was 138once called Robert the Scot, when I was but a wee lad, and Ay dunna speak aught much English nah more. Aym currently known as Muhibbi. It means lover.
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The other boy sitting next to him exaggeratingly rolled up his eyes at this. Were in the hareems of Suleiman the Law Giver, or the Magnificent. Ye were bought to pleasure the Sultans guests, since only Ay pleasure the Sultan. But, he mayhap give ye as a gift to one of his many advisors, or maybe even to one of his sons, called Mustafa.
...I introduced myself as James Andrew, the son of the 18th Earl of Warwick. Roberts eyes grew wide. He softly cleared his throat while looking over at the opened door where the glorious guard remained. I immediately realized the idiotic mistake I had just made. I had thought I could gain some deference, or privileges as a member of the ruling class. It took only a second to dawn on me that it might be thought I was worth a good deal of ransom money to the Sultan. But, that was not the main trouble. Trouble arises when the money is not sent, as could be expected from my rigid father, and the subject is simply disposed of as a nuisance. This reaction sent a message to the others back home, that they do not suffer fools too gladly here.
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I tried to quickly change the subject away, to Who are these other chaps? Robert turned to his right, to the blond boy, and introduced him as, Leif Jacobsson. He then turned to my black attendant, and said, He is called Maktul. It means killed. This be a name he hath chosen for himself after they had removed his baby makers. Maktul turned his head away in his embarrassment when Robert gestured down to his own missing nuts when he spoke the name. He then volunteered, Maktul will now be getting ye prepared for thy first lessons this evening. Without any further explanation, Robert, or Muhibbi, got up and swished away, giggling along with his cohort, Leif, while looking back toward the two of us. I could not ask what the preparations were, since Maktul obviously spoke no English.
...Maktul beckoned me into the basin of warm water. He got a sea sponge, which was used to wash my skin clean, once I had sat down, still semi-flaccid. Since very little of my hair had grown, my soapy cleansing was focused upon my privates, making sure that they were pristine. Using the warm water, he inserted two, then three fingers into my lower opening, to remove anything that might cause offense. When we were finished, we were once again rock-hard, his thick and amazingly long rod poking straight out in front. Maktul bade me to stand up, while he roughly dried me off using a soft linen towel, scented with something flowery, like the lavender my Mother once used.
...Following this, he led me through two or three more rooms away from the pool area, until we arrived at a larger space with running water pouring out through a dozen gold spigots, looking like the buds of flowers, only the pistils were in the shape of small phalluses. The flowing water spilled in at knee level into a depression in the floor that had two exits. A highly polished wooden bench was pushed in front of the first nozzle. The round eunuch from the auction re-entered the room, looked down to see both Maktul and me in states of full arousal. He clucked to himself, and then shooed the exotic Maktul out of the room. He stepped a little closer to me, testing the air with his flat nose. Finding nothing left to 139offend his apparently delicate olfactory sensitivities, he put his flabby hands, now ringless, on my shoulders, and directed me over towards the low rising table in front of that first jet of water.
...He stepped out of his billowing, tent-like cotton robe, revealing large, pendulous breasts, and a belly that hung so low, I could not tell if he had any genitalia at all, much less a loin wrap, which did barely show on the sides. He reached into a built-in shelf to the side, and pulled out a vat of some slippery goop. He bent me head down onto the end of the bench, while I eased onto my knees. He eased my butts vent hole nearer to the waters stream. He coated both the fixture and my anus, pushing my thighs onto the flow. This was not a new chore for me, so I knew what to do. I nodded that understanding to the corpulent one.
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Once I was filled, I stood up, went over to squat above the floor drain, letting the irrigated offal disappear into their drainage system. I came back, repeating the procedure, until I ran April fresh. His Heftiness approvingly sat to the side, and pared his nails while loosely monitoring my progress. Two other boys, one black, one olive, began doing that same process at the two end spigots, just as I was finishing my last touch-up. We sniffed at each other, but the bored queen got up, put his sack back on, and directed me to the outer chamber, where Maktul again met up with me. Their obese head-concubine said some things to Maktul that seemed very positive, as he kept nodding his pudgy head and winking lustfully at me. I hoped I did not roll my eyes up, which was the overpowering reaction I had.
...Maktul brought me into another room with fresh fruits, figs, olives and date nuts spread across a marble table. There were pitchers of fruit juices with various colors, blocks of cheeses, and a flat bread next to a container of heavy cream. After I had eaten enough to appease my appetite, but before getting full, Maktul gestured for me to go with him again. We walked quite a long ways until we came upon a narrow set of stairs descending below the level we were on. We circled around twice, arriving at a smaller landing area with a single candle burning dimly in a wall niche. He picked up the candle holder and took me into a tiny cubicle, with only a mat and bed pan, and a clay jar of water illuminated by that dim candle. He mimed that I was to sleep in here.
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That idea was definitely music to my ears, since I was a ways past exhausted. He backed out of the room, and I found some humor in the fact that neither of us was looking in the others eye, but instead, at the un-tasted treats between our legs. There was another one of those grates with a fine metal mesh embedded into the door, which I heard him latch before he padded away. The vague flickering at the end of the hall with the candle, was all the light there was, but this was enough to see where the clean looking mat was, once my eyes had grown adjusted to the shadows. I laid down on the mat. But before I could dwell on the days unfolding events, I found I was walking in the cool, deeply green woods of my distant home, with my Mark beside me, laughing in his care-free way before reaching over to give my youthful buns a quick squeeze.140
The Iron Worker, Temujin~
Several hours later I heard a scratching at my door, after which the latch turned, and Maktul was standing there with Robert. Once I got my bearings as to where I was, and who they were, Robert piped up, Morning! Maktul wants me to tell ye that it is now the time for yar first evaluation with Fus Li Fac, the Temujin. That means iron worker. He be a most talented trainer from the far east. He said lots more to me, but it was all blathering about Turkish court intrigues, and the current projects currently undertaken by the Sultan, and mainly who Robert liked and despised. Maktul waited while I emptied a full bladder before taking us back up to the main floor, Robert chatting non-stop in the English he said he did not use, often. I found myself wishing that actually was true....We went to the other side of the pool to another narrow set of stairs going down. Robert decided not to go there with us, which meant I could have some additional private time with Maktul, as I was growing to desire what I had seen earlier. At the foot was a short hallway. Along each of the sides, doors into the two large rooms were visible. Maktul gently opened the first door and bade me enter. I was instantly aware of a sweet, pungent smoke that smelled very familiar. Maktul lightly put his large-boned hand upon my warm shoulder. He lightly squeezed me with welcome familiarity, turned and solemnly backed out, closing the wood door behind him, with a wistful sigh on his lips.
...The room was lighted up with several oil lamps, whose metal shades were casting designs cavorting in the shadows across the flat surfaces of the space. To my left, was a hip-high table that was supporting two padded timbers, crossed in an X. A metal wall hanging was on the wall above it, with a design of many perforations in it. Against the opposite wall was a large chest, with several drawers in it. To my right, was a waist-deep pile with several silk covered pillows, matching the colors in the designed carpets. A pitcher filled with water was on top of the chest, so I crossed the unoccupied room, raised the spout to my mouth and swallowed not water, but some herbally flavored liquid. My throat grew a little drier from the beverage. But, I took another swig anyway, and set the pitcher back down.
...As soon as I turned around, a thin, lithe man was standing just two feet away. I had heard nothing. I jumped back and choked on the liquid I had not as yet swallowed, and I started coughing. The visitor did not budge during this. When my gagging stopped, and I could again focus, I saw before me a bemused looking, yellow-brown, well-toned athlete. His widely separated eyes appeared thinly slitted. He was bald, but for his long, braided, black hair cue, similar to Baracks, which hung to the top of his butt below his midnight-toned, silk skull cap . A fine, thin-stranded goatee and a scraggly mustache hung out above his tight chest. He showed a firmly ridged belly, and rather tiny feet, held within small leather sandals.
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His hands were held behind him. He gave me a brittle sort of a bow, and stepped smoothly around me. He took off the black silk robe that had come to his calves, draping it over a hook on the door. He turned back to face me wearing nothing covering him, but a thin, white cross of linen at his loins. His tight wiry body was covered entirely over with shimmering tattooed scenes of large fish, big blossoms, strident warriors in white masks, and more. We studied each other quietly for the next several minutes. I had never seen 141any travelers before then from the far east, but I had heard about the violent exploits of the outrageous Genghis Kahn, such that eastern Europe had very nearly become a subjugated colony of the Far-Eastern Mongols, instead of the Islamic threat.
...I felt sort of awkward, standing there completely naked, so I put my hand on my chest and said James, and he did another slight bow. After my introduction he responded with the same manner and said in a clipped response, Temujin, the name that loquacious Robert had told me meant iron worker. So, this buff, exotic man was the one who was to be my trainer/evaluator. He reached out for my ivory nipple rings with both hands, and ran these around, back and forth through their openings in studious appraisal. I began growing stiff with anticipation for where this might lead to. He caught sight of that other ring inside my prepuce, and pulled on it also, which gave all the impetus I needed for my full-on erection.
...He knelt before me and attentively worked on my loose flesh folds, upward and backward, milking out a pearly drop of my growing excitement out of my shaft. He dipped his head in and licked that drop off of my slit. After savoring the taste, he engulfed nearly all of my turgidity to my groin tattoo, and held himself there, not breathing. I grew worried that he would pass out, but he just kept working those talented neck muscles around my implant. After any normal human would have fainted away from the lack of breath, he pulled back out, enough to inhale. He walked forward on his knees, angling me in front of him with my cock as his tiller, until I collapsed slowly backwards onto the piles of plush pillows up against the far wall. He worked his busy tongue from my piece up to my tits, paying some special attention to my belly button. He suckled on each one of my sensitive nubbins with both gentle and rough nibblings, all the while stroking away at my spit-hardened organ. This was the kind of training I could learn to live with, often.
...After a few minutes of this, he leaned back and spread six pillows out on the floor behind him. He urged me forward, using my crank handle to pull me. He placed me face down on the first three pillows, hands loose at my side. He got up and walked over to the black lacquered chest with the red drawers in it. From one of its compartments, he pulled out some leaves which looked and smelled virtually identical to that magical vegetation I had been introduced to by the Tenoch. He set that bundle onto a brass dish, and lit it with a taper brought from the flame of a brass lamp. The room began to grow hazy, and I also began to feel that same cozy relaxation that the leaves always seemed to generate within me. He dipped into another space in the chest, and pulled out a smallish container yanking out the stopper. He squatted down over my butt, and began giving me a massage meant only for a higher order of angels. He worked the sore areas between my shoulders and neck, removing those hard kinks he found there. He plied at the base of my skull, while working my temples with the other hand.
...The contents of that vial were sweet smelling, and he poured more of the oily fluid onto my back, which he then rubbed into my skin. I was floating inside the absolute bliss from soaking attentiveness brought on by the strong, remarkable hands of Temujin. He backed 142off my ass and started manipulating my butt and upper thighs. He occasionally dipped a sneaking thumb, or his sly finger, into my winking hole, yet he did not dawdle there, much as I would have desired that. He kept on, going on down to my calves, and on to my toes. He pressed in upon a certain point in the sole of my foot, which made my cock feel like he was injecting sparkling lightning bolts into it. At another spot in my foot, he made it seem like my prostate was being stuck repeatedly with fine little needles. I was not familiar with this type of sorcery, but it was terrifically enjoyable. He had me loose as a goose, and the vapors made my mind release whatever tensions were formerly locked up tightly.
...He rolled me onto my back, and started upwards from my feet, applying more of the slick ointment, and kept up the pushing and pressing on my haunches. When he arrived up at my throbbing column, he did rub the cooling emollient onto it and my balls, but that was all. This made them feel strangely chilly. He pressed deeply into my stomachs cavity with his balled fist, rolling and pinching out the skin covering. When he got up onto my chest area, he mashed my pectorals, deftly rolling my protruding, pierced nipples about, until they grew stiff, whereupon he rubbed his feathery finger pads across the taut flesh, effectively twanging upon those subtle strings which connected them directly to my lower equipment area. I was getting so unwound and comfortable, that I did not realize how very inebriated I was getting from the flavorful drink and the pungent fumes filling in the air.
...Temujin was straddling over the top of my belly, with my boned up cock pressed firmly against the small of his back, but then he lifted himself high enough to undo the white linen hiding his privates. From within this protective covering, his own rock-hardened dagger of meat pointed skyward from his loins, ending with an end cap that was nearly twice the circumference of the shaft. I reached up, and twirled his chest peaks with my fingers also, in response to which he hummed his assent, in quiet pleasure. Once more, he then got up and opened another drawer in that ubiquitous chest of surprises. He pulled out from it a small ivory pipe, with a very long handle. In its tiny bowl he placed a reddish crystal that he lit with the lamps taper. The smell of those emissions coming from the burning embers was cloyingly honey-like, and it tasted smooth when he put the end in my mouth to imbibe the vapors. My head suddenly lost any of the last vestiges of the burdensome heaviness of my thoughts. I was pursuing instead those vibrantly lovely paths which were then opening before my eyes in their oscillating splendor.
...Temujin lay back down on the pillows, opposite to my position, so that his fleshy summit, striped in patterns of sharply defined veins, was aimed right at my lips. As he re-ingested my tool, I brought his distension into my cheeks. Temujin rolled his tongue around on my cockhead, probing it into my piss slit, and sliding his lips around my beam and nibbling his way down to the base. I mimicked his every move, finding I was getting as much pleasure out of giving it, as I was getting it. When he began to probe gently into my ass, using the brisk jam he had incorporated into my fabulous massage, I soaked a finger in alongside of his oral digger, and applied it to his own tight opening in the rear. More of his salty nut butter 143slipped onto my tongue.
...His genitals area was evoking an unusual smell of fresh flowers and fruits, with his manly musk. When I sniffed at it, my head started to reel. I began by pushing my hips into his face in slow, measured strokes, even while I felt that mushrooming flange slide down my throat, until my nose was pressed up against his balls. I paused just there, loving that sexy feeling of my occupied mouth, completely filled up with his arousal. Temujin was doing something enjoyable deep inside of my anus that was quickly bringing me to my bursting. However, before I could open up those prodded gates, he pressed down on another spot that reduced the building of steam to a slow simmering. I tried to match in that maneuver, and I found that his bloat in my mouth was also enlarging at the same time that I could feel his internal juice bag starting to swell. I pressed onto the area just above the hardening pod, and it shrunk instantly, thus eliciting a low, disconcerted rumble of disappointment from within him around my buried club. So, I was, actually, learning some new, intriguing tricks from him. It did not hurt that he was extremely sexually, exotically attractive to me.
...Temujin released my bolt, withdrawing his also, after which he moved himself around so that he was positioned right at the portal to my innards. He lifted my legs to his shoulders, and reached for the smoldering ivory pipe, which he lighted, inhaled, and passed it to me. Wooziness from inhaling too quickly overcame me, and I found that I could not have been any more content anywhere else than here with this silent, handsome individual. Temujin then smeared some more of that tingling batter into my butt-iris, and pushed his fat-headed poker against those slippery, chilled membranes. He gently advanced, while I opened up wide in return, and he snapped in, over the nether lips, sinking into my sheath with a slow, non-stop thrust. When he got to his nut sac, he reamed around, stirring about in folds of my moistness. He pulled almost out, but then pumped back in, during which thrust I took notice of how his sizeable cock head was tweaking directly on my trigger spot.
...Temujin stayed with that position for just a moment, his toned physique weighted on top of me, that plunger fully inside my gates, his placid face inches above mine. He withdrew his buried bone out of me with excruciating slowness, until just its mammoth bloom was pulling hard against my gripping sphincter muscles, and again, he plunged hard back into me, with one swift, sure stroke. I groaned loudly when he began to pump his narrow hips rapidly, in hard and fast drives. It took me a second to catch onto his rhythm, but then I pushed up, meeting him with a dive for dive, wrapping my legs around his thighs.
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Temujin kept a lot of energy pent up inside of him, it seemed. He slammed his hard rod in and out of me, with a punishing force, while his balls were slapping hard against mine with each of the lunges. I reached up and pulled his face onto mine, kissing him hard, biting down on his thin lips. I wrapped my arms around his back, and flipped him over on his back, never breaking the cadence of our heaving bodies. I sat on his lance then, squeezing his nipples hard, while he continued with his mauling me. He locked his goop smeared hand around my fat cob, and stroked it in time to our sweaty, body-in-body dancing. 144...
Temujin opened the lids of his inscrutable eyes and appeared to drink me in, searching my face, playing with one of my nipples. He gazed at me as if transcending this activity. He was sweating profusely, drops trickling in rivulets down his high cheekbones. The patina of his wet skin was reflecting brightly in the amber lamp light. He was beginning to breath harder, giving a little whimper with each upward glide into my clasping trunk. I felt that my prostate was being pumped the right way, so I started a squeezing of my entranceway. This was apparently too much for Temujin, so he agilely lifted me up and off his rampant horn.
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He guided me off of him and on to my side, got up and went over to the nefarious chest. He opened another slider, and from inside of it, withdrew some black silk scarves. He came back to me, and pulled on one of my arms, until I was standing. He directed me over to the crossed timbers, where he pressed my back to indicate I was to lay face down onto the table. This left my ass and cock exposed to him, while he tied my hands to the upper struts. He stretched my legs far apart, until they rested comfortably on the bottom beams. I was affixed down using the silk scarves there, too, holding my widely spread ankles in place.
...Temujin walked over to the pitcher, and when he returned, he raised this up to my lips for me to drink. I knew then that there were enhancements added, so I drank deeply from it, in order to multiply those lush effects I was already feeling. He put the brass dish with the smoking leaves right beside the device I was on, so that those thought rending ethers were increasingly being inhaled with every intake of my air. That lightheaded sensation I had, dramatically expanded. Temujin retraced himself back to the packed storage chest, and next brought out an implement with several long strips of leather bound together to make one handle. Back in jolly old England, this was what we called a cat o nine tails, and it was used for flaying upon the backs of recalcitrant prisoners, or penitents used it, with barbs attached to the ends, on their way to The Holy Circumcision Day every January 1, of each calendar year.
...He stepped behind me and lightly ran the leading edges of the whip over my skin, causing my flesh to rise in small bumps. He laid it on me in a flopping motion, and applied it once again, with a little more force the next time. Over the slow course of the following several minutes, he built up those blows against my skin, until I could hold in my agony no longer. Harder and harder he struck on the backs of my legs, my rump, and my back, occasionally flailing my cock and balls, drawing the extreme heat of my blood to those areas and oddly, to my meat. For whatever reason, I was also crying out profuse tears in the release of my control to this intense man. The more pain I felt, the more pleasure it turned into, until I was ready to shoot my seeds at any second. I anticipated every one of those harsh blows with a mix of desire and trepidation. However, Temujin slowed his vehemence down with slight, feathery whispers against the painful, red welts he had raised.
...After some more time passed by with the near tickling of my bruised skin, he then released the lash. He proceeded to first untie my ankles, then arms. He swept me up, and gave me an endearing, firm hug, holding me up when I collapsed on him, sobbing like a baby. I 145cannot describe those intense feelings of gratefulness and connectivity that were released by this activity, since they are the type that are simply too private for anyone to reveal to anybody, but a permanent partner. He led me back to the pillows, gently allowing me to rest on my tenderized, raised flesh. Back at that chest of drawers, he dug around and he found some long strips of leather, and a long, flexible tube made from some type of animal vein or duct.
...Temujin had me take another draft of the charmed pipe, a sip of the papery water, and my mind was lifted away from any pain on my back. Uncannily, my mind landed on my butt hole. He took one of the leather strips and tied my balls up so that the scrotum skin shone tautly. He then ran the lengthy tube through that cool grease, before sitting cross-legged down in front of me. He applied the rounded, smooth end, of what looked like the long neck vein of a horse, extending about two or more feet, to the ooze at the opening to my flue. He threaded this tip downward into me, and despite the shadowy lid on my brains connection to my body, the frigid concoction he used to lubricate this insert got all of the intima cells inside of my urethra to wake up, screaming from that attention. Not that this was necessarily hurtful to me, but that did narrow my focus down to a site specific.
...He twisted in this threading probe down into the course of my pissing channel, expertly fielding the turn up into the path to my bladder, but stopped just short of the full insertion there. He swiped out another dollop of that icy muck, applied it onto the other end of the hollow connection, and began feeding that other end of it into his own pee chute. When he had reached within a few inches of touching his own cock lips to that end sticking out of my shank, he reached over to re-light the rock in the pipe, and then turned the long handle for me to suck in the bewitching fumes.
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Once again, my already murky minds eye began seeing and thinking things as though I was back home in a blanketing London fog. In my dazed recline, I saw him inserting the last few inches into our bodies. I began to feel that a warm liquid was flowing through the tube, only the wrong way, going up and inside of my bladder. When I got to the point that I could barely withstand the pressure, I clenched on my stomach muscles, forcing the flood back out of me. To my amazement, I could see how the slim, lower tummy area of Temujin rose, when I forced all my bursting bladders contents into him. When there was no more to excrete, I watched him constrict his own stomach muscles, and again, I felt myself re-inflate with our erotically mixed fluids.
...For a long period, we recreated that repeatedly macabre exercise of us filling, emptying, and re-filling, with each of these rounds creating much more explosive pressure onto my prostate packet. The touching of the stretched out tip of his cock flesh up against my own injected and super-sensitive dick lips was provoking a frisson of erupting tingles along the entire course of my urinary tract. Each one of us solidly connected to the other by the line now incarcerated inside each of us. We now shared both our most intimate liquids. But despite this unique pleasure, I was having an increasingly difficult time keeping my brain focused on the activity, though the intensity of the feeling never allowed me to stray away too far. 146...
Temujin acrobatically twisting himself around so that our mutually penetrated pillars were never unplugged. The spinning of the tube inside of me was crazy. He angled me over on my side, so that I was facing his knees. He raised one of my legs up, and using his other free hand, slopped a handful of the freezing emulsion to my cleft, rubbing his arm around until it was sealed with it. When he had finished, he scooted the container to me, raising his coated arm for an example. As soon as I had finished my application of slime, I felt his combined fingers tracing the skin around my anal pore. I matched him with this tentative investigative action, while we inserted a ways, then retreated out again, progressing a little further each time, until I plopped through his tight hole at the same time I felt his hand slip into me. What he did next was ecstatically thrilling for me.
...With his whole hand wedged to the wrist, he began to tap and drum against the tube probe located in my fluid-packed bladder. I flipped about when I felt him press his water back into me, and his hand beat light tattoos against the expanding surface of my water bag. This was truly such a phenomenal feeling, made more so by the fact that my ballooning bladder was also pressing down hard against my prostates switch. Temujin did something with his thumb knuckle that cut my physical strings to Earth, and as I stumbled over into a flashing storm of prickling lights signaling the start of my convulsing orgasm, I sensed as those rings of his muscles surrounding my embedded elbow simultaneously start to spasm with me.
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We both carelessly jerked and jumped with utter lunacy upon each others engulfed arms, futilely pumping our seeds into the packed-full confines of our urinary tracts. The small room was spinning crazily in spirals and in off-kilter tilts. I cramped and shuttered free, everywhere, while I screamed in my pnigalion release. Abruptly, I shattered through the only remaining door that was still keeping me from becoming unconsciousness from the careening overload from our mutual, orgasmic zenith. I swam in a weightless haze of supreme satiation.
...I vaguely sensed, through those silhouettes on the curtains of my infuscate Stygian realms, when Temujin removed that urinary conduit out from its deep installation. He held his end tidily pinched, and put this into the emptied pitcher we had been drinking from, where the fullness locked in my bladder dissipated in its spraying eruption. I somehow recalled that the High Priest of the Tenoch was drinking my piss after I had eaten some of those mind altering button seeds. They then got just as looped as I was. Through my heavily lidded eyes, I saw more than felt him pull the slippery strand out from my channel, too, and he licked my clinging cum curds from off the sides. He pulled his arm out of its deep lodging inside of my intestines, with a wracking deliberateness, wiping himself off on a small piece of his linen, after he was fully extracted out.
...He then re-lighted that demons stone we had been smoking, pulling in his long drafts of the vapors. I soon went too far down into those arcanely realistic dreams to notice much else going on. A lost, indeterminate amount of time later, I was roused back awake to the present enough to feel when Temujin hypnotically was wriggling and undulating his body down, past my elbow, and halfway up onto my bicep, where he moved his thin hips about,147causing my insensate arm to involuntarily churn his entrails. He cupped the mound of my internal mitt in the revered warmth of total satiation. Next time I drifted up to cognizance, he was crouched over on top of me, swallowing the entirely somnambulant expansion of my cock down his gullet, while he squatted backward until my deltoid was touching on the tight skin of his colons snare. When I awoke the last time, he was completely gone, and I was left alone, curled up on the soft cushions. Since there was nothing needing to be done by me, and no place to go, I went back into slumber and the strangely vivid dreams with Mark and me sharing the piss exchange tube, while wafting his enormous mitt about in my welcoming caverns.
...The sound of the door creaking open startled me awake, and I gazed up at the beautiful, but always sad-appearing, Maktul. He brought a container of fresh juice, which he sat on the chest. I noted that all of the paraphernalia from the night before had been cleaned up and stored away. Maktul was wearing a set of leggings that opened on the sides, and up the center, while the rest of him was bare. He brought Robert with him, again, for useful translation. Robert said, Maktul says ye should know that ye hae been given by Sultan, Suleiman, as a present, to his seneschal, who closely guards the harems, manages the royal household, and is a valiant warrior. His name is Makbul, which translates into English as beloved.
...Robert spoke the next gossipy tidbit in a lower, conspiratorial voice, Makbul was what Suleiman had called a former best friend and compatriot, Ibrahim Pasha, The Grand Vizer, but his wife, Roxelana had him killed when her son, Selim II, thought he was being disloyal. This was more of the same kind of useless drivel which Robert thought I should know. Robert saw that I was losing interest, so he volunteered, Maktul wants to show you something. Maktul led me out the door and around to the side of the room we had just left. On the wall was a beaten metal grate, the same as on the other side. Maktul pushed the square noiselessly to the side, and the inside of the room Temujin and I had spent the night in, became easy to see into.
...Robert giggled, then told me, Maktul alike, wanted ye to be aware that the man ye will be serving, observed yar activities last night, and that be the reason he has requested ye from the Sultan. I shivered at the thought of some wrinkly old man watching all of the terribly intimate dealings I had been having with Temujin. Robert continued, Temujin told Makbul that ye needed no farther instructions from him, so yar to leave immediately. This gave me a very mixed signal. On one hand, I would have liked to have spent a lot more time with the oriental wizard of exotic erotica, but then on the other, this was quite a surprising, large compliment to be receiving from a supposed sexual master. Robert said a catty something to Maktul in their gargling idiom, and skipped away to the stairs leading up and out.
The Slave, Maktul ~
I was taken back into the little room by Maktul, where he stood and stared at me, clearly frustrated because he could not freely communicate with me. I felt the same way. The 148front of his pantaloons was forming a thickening bulge extending down the front left side of his legging. In my exposed state, I could not hide my own excitement, whether from residual effects of the things Temujin had me ingesting, or because I found that Maktul showed his concerns for me, which were sensual in aspect. The other thing he had also revealed to me was sufficiently big enough to pique my interests. I walked forward to him and undid the knot that held his lower coverings in place. When they fell, again, Maktuls vast length became overly apparent, as it crawled down his thigh in its rapid engorgement. ...His monumental stand seemed to just keep getting thicker while it filled up and raised till it was parallel to the floor. The weightiness was simply too heavy to point up to the ceiling like mine was then doing. We touched each others erections at the same time. I relished the heat that he was radiating. His stored up power pumped into his meatiness down the long, tubular veins throbbing on the top of it. This gave ass-tightening signals of both his great potential and some satisfying love-making. I pulled his satiny, lush, ebony skin capes back and spanned the length from thumbs tip to little finger tip, with three or four more inches in length remaining to the base.
...Not one for delaying gratification, despite my lessons from the tiller man on the way there, I kneeled and began to lick the astounding length of the mighty display. When I arrived at the end hole, percolating pre-cum flowed generously out on my tongue, tasting sweet and fresh. Maktul moaned in delight when I nuzzled that area underneath the fist-sized head. He reached into my damp armpits, coaxing me back onto the pillows, so he could return the favor at the same time. While we lay head to toe, he wrapped his long tongue around my stalk, sending hot sparks throughout my entire body. I watched his head bobbing back and forth, helping by thrusting my tool down deep every time he took it in again. I did the best I could, though with a monster of those proportions, I could barely fit the top of him within my throat.
...He began probing at my still soggy alley with one of his manly fingers, reawakening all of the sensations from the night before. Another probe was poked inside of the slough, then a third. When his fourth knuckle was stretching me out, I pushed my ass down hungrily onto his palm. Instead of letting it work into me, Maktul pulled back out his long, gooey fingers and drew his lips off of my swelling. He lay down on his back and indicated I was to set my own tempo in lowering myself onto that throbbing tower of his flesh. This was what I had been looking forward to all along.
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With great methodical slowness, I skewered my guts with his magnificent minaret. The breadth of the meaty helmet took some time in forcing into my visceral cradle, and when it crossed that tight sphincter band at my tunnel opening, my stretched valve snapped shut in a taut seal behind the thick flare of his inflated skin. I stayed there for a while, trying to adjust to the fullness of feeling, while giving me a chance to look into the eyes of my sexy partner. I pulled my hillocks widely apart to aid in expanding my aperture, and began the slight rise, then settling further, that it would take to accommodate this monster while his excessive volume of gristle sunk incrementally into my moist, enveloping heat. 149...
In the soft and hazy light, on the soft, scattered pillows, I let myself sink into the there and then. I braced my legs around his thin, tight waist, while making deeply pleasurable Mmmm, sounds from the shock of feelings introduced to my opening needs. As he rose up into my closure, every inch of that column of flesh could be seen in stark outlines rising higher and higher against the outer epidermis of my tummy, igniting wave upon wave of the euphoric fires coursing throughout my intestines. Maktul reached up and began tweaking the teats that fanned the flames of my cravings, tugging on my ivory rings, and pinching on the skin against those inserts. I rose up a little, so that a deep pumping could begin, and he started grunting with each phenomenal puncture of my broiling visceral cabinet. My ass clenched and released with every new dive, distantly hitting just beneath my ribs.
...I leaned forward and took Maktuls thick, ripe lips into mine with a crushing kiss, allowing our tongues to intertwine and explore each others soft linings. I might have lingered on his mouth, the taste, the shape, the movement of it, and nothing else for ever after. That wonderful deep dip in his top lip held a world of fascinations for me. The sexy, seeking slide of his tongue against mine might have kept me enthralled for several hours alone. But, there was so much more happening I needed to explore. The graceful stem of his neck was so alluring to me, the prominence of his high cheekbones, the smoother skin just beneath his jaw line offered up countless pleasures, while I roamed and sampled, before finding myself upon Maktuls lips again. The flavors there had become familiar then, since we had begun this dance, and had grown ever more desirable to me. I could feel when his hard, muscular form pressed tight against me, while his hands roamed softly across those fresh welts created by Temujin, setting in with new heat into my neediness.
...Holding me in place like this, Maktuls colossus impaled me over and over again. He, too, pulled my twin mounts apart, both to create a deeper thrust, and to additionally control the tempos of his driving force into me. I used one hand to work his peaked nipples also, hard enough to make him emit his sound, half in pleasure, half in pain. I was able to glide down from his lips, to learn more of his tastes and textures, maddening myself with the subtle swells of his manly chest. I teased and tormented us both, lingering at his peaked nipples as he drove deeper and deeper into my stomach. I found warmth, and silk, and secrets while his heart beat strongly against my mouth.
...He took one of his hands away from my rump, and reached it in between us to glide over my hardness, light as moth wings used for torture while I lifted my head to look into his heated eyes. My heart then stuttered, and my body simply sighed. He latched onto my stiffness, so that every one of his propelling barges into me forced my swollen cock to rub sublimely in his grip. I looked down upon him, locking my eyes onto his handsome gaze, and I grinned in pleasure. He was really good at this. My gaze shifted downward as my fingers brushed across the hardening peaks of his nipple cones again. I had thought a lot about doing this with him. My thumbs and fingertips sent shivers into him. From our first meeting at the auction block, I had imagined touching him, and watching him while I did, feeling him tremble under my hands. He had been worth waiting for. He pursed his lips in 150a grimace of pure satisfaction, after which, he dug ever more fully into me.
...I tilted my head back, mouth hanging open, in an effort to place my focus entirely upon those catapulting sensations occurring within me. He increasingly drove into me with a more wild abandon, immolating my annihilated trailways in the fires of his unrelenting passions. I lowered my mouth onto him again, taking the kiss deep. I pumped my body onto his. Heat spread where flesh met flesh, sending my pulse into a pounding. My body quivered as he kept up his assault, first rapidly, then slow and easy, matching his strokes with his hands and lips. I thought I would let go when he had pulled me onto him. But I was wrong. That would have been acquiescence. This seduction and pummeling was sheer surrender.
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He touched me with care, a curiosity, as if I was the first man he had been with. I felt as though, somehow, this was a beginning, and I was filled by him with a sense of newness. Sensations swam and collided inside of me, making my skin shimmer with pleasure in a coating of light. And the light bloomed with such an intensity that I grabbed onto silken, banking pillows to anchor myself in the glow. He took me up to a place where the light flashed, where in the quick, stunning blindness, my pleasure turned on its edge and shot through me. Maktuls breathing was getting heavier. I tamped down upon his huge ram, constricting my taxed sphincter with every slamming rampage. I could feel his enlarging bulk as his shut eyelids started to flutter rapidly. ...
I steeped myself in the feeling of fullness from him. I knew he was getting ready to pop out his hot geyser, soon. His erotic moans turned into a pained joy that seeped into me. All of a sudden, he started to shudder and he gripped my aching saber with his powerful force, so I tightened my battered sleeve around him even more. This put much more pressure against my own trigger spot, also.
...Maktul cried out, and I felt his pinnacle of scalding enthrallment begin to unload his juices with the pumping sprays deep inside me. That was enough to push me over the edge, and my dick gushed out, one squirt after another, coating his torso, and the hand jacking my loose skin, in staccato bursts of sputtering lucidity. I looked down to see white creamy foam oozing between his fingers, while they held onto my fullness, as if it was a tenuous hold onto his sanity. Maktuls shivers finally ebbed. He pulled our sweat covered bodies into a slick embrace. Damp flesh slid over damp flesh, until he could reopen his shock-filled eyes. He kept me folded me into his hot, hard embrace, squishing both our sweat and cum into a sticky glue, bonding our shaking bodies to each other. His stout erection was lessening in girth and length, but still it remained wedged deeply inside of my mined out tunnel.
...With gentle kisses, steeped in a requited, but unforgettable passion, we both cycled down from those massive explosions we had both just wonderfully experienced. I touched his perfect face and felt the inevitable withdrawal. The feeling of that scalding flesh rubbing against me and in me, was simply a delirious thrill. I naturally regretted the circumstances of our meeting. This was someone I sensed was connected to me by more than just his 151giant member. I would like to spend a lot more time around him, so that I could get to know him better and explore this immediate sense of connectivity. But from what I had witnessed, so far, it made me want all that much more of him. I reluctantly rolled off of my perch upon Maktuls pillar and moved off to the side, putting my arm under his head in a warm snuggle that led to soft snores against my neck.
...I joined him in complete relaxation and satiation. We slept for about an hour. Maktul got up and put his pant linens back on before he led me back upstairs to the area where he had bathed me the first time. I lay supine in the watery basin while he sensuously scrubbed the flesh clean from the coatings of Temujin, himself and me. I had by then been bathed more times in the last six months than I had been the entire prior eighteen years of my life. This cultures unusual focus on cleanliness seemed to me to be a smart and enjoyable practice with their folks not stuck in the superstitious, foolish (and smelly) ways of my own home.
...While Maktul sponged himself clean, after he dried me off, Robert glibly came into the room, and told me, Maktul hath been instructed to escort ye to yar new owner. Once ye had been cleaned of the filthiness ye rolled in last night, he was supposed to have taken ye straight there. Maktul may be the son of the Nubian king, but as long as he is held as the hostage here, he must do what he is told to do. He said something to Maktul in the same pouty, spoiled girl tone, and with his nose in the air, he flounced away, apparently not too approving of our most recent activities, whether out of jealousy, or envy. But had I heard Robert right? Maktul was the son of a king? With Robert off in a sulk somewhere in his pique, I could not find out the clarification in answer to this, or much else for that matter.
...Once we were both sufficiently pristine, he took me back to the original food table where there was another feast spread out there. Again, I was starved, but Maktul motioned for me to be sparing in my intake of bulk food. I trusted his guidance, so I ate only enough to stave off hunger pangs, but not so much as to be stuffed. We then went back to that fat old eunuch, who clucked when Maktul told him whatever was needed for my travel to the new locale. Despite my repugnance for his femininity, I found him to be quite cordial with me. He had me dress in the same sort of white leggings that Maktul wore, a gold brocade vest with shiny red gemstones sewn in, light sandals, and a white skullcap. He wanted to douse me with some of the stinky perfume he wore, but I fended off the attempts.
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Maktul then accompanied me past the swimming pool area where those pretty boys still lounged, and down several vaulted hallways. The palace was unbelievably spacious. Eventually we came to an exit into another courtyard filled with multicolored flowers and fruit trees. On the far side of this open area was a large, ornately carved, wooden door. When we got to it, Maktul rapped three times, then he stood back behind me, where he lightly touched the back of my neck.
Owned by Makbul ~
The large door was opened by a very serious-looking black man, in a full, body-covering gown, with a blue skull cap on the top of his closely shaven head. He was tall and nearly gaunt in appearance, though he looked very familiar. I turned to compare his face with 152
Maktuls, but no one stood behind me. How Maktul had so suddenly disappeared was a mystery to me. This dour fellow beckoned for me to follow him inside, where after, he closed the massive door. He walked briskly down a long hallway lined with white marble walls, having blood-red floors shot with tan and grey streaks. ...Green granite columns lined the hall, and every so often, a caged bird was singing, or a translucent vase stood grandly on a bronze pedestal. Deeply piled carpets were scattered everywhere. The opulence was overwhelming. We passed by another fabulously decorated room, in which several older gentlemen were engaged in heated conversations, totally ignoring our passage. We then arrived at a wide marble staircase which wound up and around to a second floor hallway.
...We passed a few doors, and turned into what must have been the master library of leather bound books in shelves reaching to the ceiling. Ornate artifacts made of shiny brass, and stunning wall tapestry hangings, were interspersed around the entire circumference of the space. Comfortable looking cushions rested upon raised benches. At the far end of these accommodations was a broad double door of polished mahogany. Soft music was pouring forth from inside of that adjoining area. My somber usher knocked just once on the doors, and then he waited. After a few silent minutes, a very young, nude boy-child opened those portals. I dreaded looking at the fat, smelly, ugly new owner that I was supposed to soon be giving thepleasure of my young body.
...Inside was what looked like a blue silk tent. The fabric was knotted at the ceilings center and flowed to the sides and down the walls. To my left, the young boy had returned to his perch to pick up the stringed instrument he had been playing, next to another naked youth playing a type of multi-piped flute, like paintings of Pan I had seen at the University. They sang in a plaintive soprano register that lilted in content. Against the far wall was centered a large, raised platform with what looked like a comfortable feather mattress on it. Off to the far side of the big bed, sat a naked black man, with an extremely broad back, alive with his hefty sinews, busily concentrating on some type of board game. At least he was not fat or old, it appeared. We waited by the door for many long minutes, until this man stood up and he turned around. Once again, my jaws actually dropped open in my complete shock.
...Standing across the room from me, was that same earth-deity whom I had first seen at the door to the male harem. He simply stood there, looking back at me with those violent, but intelligent eyes, taking full stock of me. He raised up one hand in a brushing away motion, and the silent escort melted out through the doors, softly closing them behind him. That gorgeous man was really only half naked, since he was wearing a blue silk cloth wrapped around his waist that extended to the floor. A prominent bump stuck lasciviously outward in the center, leading me to entertain some very lewd thoughts. He confidently swaggered towards me, never shifting his profound, consuming eyes from mine. When he was closer, he snapped his fingers, and the two little boys scurried out of the doors in what looked like some relief, and they closed these quickly behind them.
...This statuesque creature raised one lush eyebrow, the scarred one, and spoke to me in the 153language of common diplomatic usage, French, I am called Makbul, here. I speak with your French tongue, since I have dealt with much trade from your country. I found that to complete a certain transaction with one Englishman in particular, he needed some physical attention to be convinced of our good intentions. He was not so very talented and did not give my organ the same sort of special attention that I saw you give last night to Temujin. It is surprising to me how the Earls son could be so much more capable than his father. To my stunned realization, not only had Robert the Gossip apparently squealed on me, but my situation was suddenly far more dangerous for me than it might otherwise have been.
...Then it sunk in, that he was telling me that he had sexual relations, even if an unsatisfying one, with my vapid father. He went on, You are James, ouis? I have been hearing many interesting tales about some young Englishman of a royal line, who was originally thought to have been washed overboard from an infamous vessel without a flag of allegiance. He then reappeared in a Chokle village off of a renegade ship coming from the Americas, and has now found himself to be a guest of the great Ottoman Empire. I do not think it would be appropriate for you to sacrifice your manhood, which was required of our feisty Nubian guest, Maktul. He is a younger brother to my servant who brought you here. I do believe I should find out some more about your touted abilities for myself. But, rest assured, you shall not be repatriated with your gear father, again. This place is where you will now be staying, solely for my pleasure alone. You shall not be ransomed. This all was going too fast for me to grasp the entirety of the meaning of this load of new knowledge. But, when I looked across at this most manly of men, I could not imagine myself ever wanting to be anywhere else than here, with him.
...He aggressively stepped closer and whispered, Remove your things and leave them here. I was visibly trembling when I stepped out of the white linen pants and removed my vest and hat, folding them and placing the bundle next to the door. He looked me over again and watched as my imperturbable rod filled with the excitement over my proximity to this formidable Adonis. He turned, and said, Follow. He ducked through an opening in the blue silk drapes, and I walked in behind him. His large butt muscles squirmed underneath the gossamer covering as he swaggered in front of me.
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This next room was more rustic than the former. In the center was a leather-covered bench with ropes affixed to all four of the corners. A hot brazier was smoldering in the far corner next to a big, brass, upright trunk of drawers. There were no windows in the walls, but music was still quietly playing somewhere nearby. He turned around, next to the bench, and instructed me, Remove my things. My hands were shaking as I reached for the silver clasp at his firm waist that held the silky wrap in place.
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I took the shimmery piece off of him, and stared agog at the huge,earth-toned temple that rose up inexorably in its stupendous substantiality. It was surprisingly thick, as well as steely solid, with prominent veins coursing over the length of it. His dark skin awnings were pulling halfway back from the puce-colored crown, allowing me to see into its center eye, opening moistly, releasing a scent of his wondrously musky, masculine perfume. Makbuls large testicles hung, wrapped within their dusky, satiny sac, far down behind that resplendently sculpted monolithic inseminator. 154...
Wandering visually upward on his chiseled musculature, I followed a ridged V spreading up from that black root to the girdling of muscle above his hips. Deep gouges underlined thoroughly rounded ripples at the center of his tight abdomen. The firmly molded ledges of his well-hewn chest sported large, darker brown circles, each ending in the cones of his sharply pointed nipples, full and ready to be harvested by me. Here and there, scars were apparent, spanning his burly shoulders, the trunks of his supple thighs, and up and down his rock-hard arms. His large hands were shapely, but meaty, and darker than the rest of him, with the exception of his weighty cleaver, which was nearly a purple-indigo shade of shining blackness. He was, undoubtedly, one of the finest examples of inhuman beauty I had ever been exposed to.
...He tolerantly waited, while my devouring eyes navigated their way around the scene of his finally, totally revealed, stunning structure. He smirking when I inevitably returned to the pulsating main center of my attention. From the top of the brass chest, he lifted up a silver etched decanter of a fermented something, and had me drink in a long draft. This sort of surprised me, since I had heard that no alcoholic beverages were allowed in the Muslim world. It is possible that it might have been a local herb or berry that might have smelled the same way.
...Once I had swallowed my fill of that intoxicating concoction, he directed me, Let me see now what your mouth is capable of doing. He did not have to ask me twice. In less than a heartbeat, I was on my knees in front of him licking at the sticky lips of his ample cock head. I tracked those bulging veins up and down, washing his Taurean balls, one at a time with my tongue, since the two together were much larger than my mouth capacity. After I worked upward to the center hole, I stuck the pointed end of my tongue into his dripping opening, where I twitched it back and forth across the hidden mucosal tissues within there. I made an effort to stretch out wide my jaws to fit his prodigious cupola into the bathing enclosures waiting for him.
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I pulled demandingly on his low hanging gonads when I sunk down an inch or more on his vein-laced shaft. The resulting round lump inside my cheeks pushed the skin outward in a shoveling ingress. Makbul reached down, and held my head in place, while he slapped the flat of his broad fingers repeatedly upon that bulge coming out of me, till my encompassing skin was aflame and my eyes stung with my tears. Drool and snot escaped around that packing, ponderous bar forging into the back of my neck. Once he was fully lodged, he pinched my nose so that I could not take a breath, andmade me see the starsof approaching darkness.
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Just when I was too faint to keep up my actions, he pulled out of my mouth. Makbul tired of that sport, and roughly lifted me to my feet, spinning me around, bending me over the leather bench. With just his spit for lubrication, he rammed his whole, iron-hard staff into me, in one massive thrust, causing me to cry out in reactive shock. While I was still lubricated from my exploits with Temujin and Maktul, I was not prepared for the incendiary impaling that Makbul launched into my bowels so quickly. He roiled up inside of my corridors with his pitching, pile-driving exertions, and in so doing, he held my hips 155firmly in place, so that I was not allowed, in the least, to recoil away from those invasions. Occasionally, he would slap my ass cheeks with some resounding cracks, that echoed in the room, bringing heat and ardor to my bum. Those large balls slapped hard against mine as his animalistic punching ratcheted up another notch.
...When the initial pain had subsided I began to push back to meet him, matching up my pace with his. When he had sunk in to the very broad base of his cock, lodged in up to the dark curlies, I tightened my ass up, which made Makbul throatily moan. I did that same thing again with his next thrust, and his solid body quivered all over. I laughed inwardly. Here was this rough, tough, hunk of maleness, seemingly easily falling under my control, despite that obvious need he had to show now me exactly who was the boss. But, I found I was somewhat premature in that hasty assessment.
...Makbul ripped himself out of my clamping closure, and he whipped me around against the table. That painfully pushed the stiff leather against my throttled skin lesions and bruises. He slapped me hard in the face, followed by a glop of his spit, which he rubbed onto my skin. I was not exactly sure how to react to this headlong assault, but I reached out and viciously twisted on his large nipples. That brought a meaner glint into his eyes when he returned the gesture, latching onto my teat rings, nearly yanking them out of my flesh. I whined lustily in my wounded reaction. He slapped my face, even harder again, forcefully holding my chin in place. He locked his teeth on my lips, biting down hard enough, that I was sure he had drawn blood. After mauling my mouth with his entreating teeth and his tongue, he pushed me back on top of the padded table, throwing my legs up into the air, he again plunged into my gash to the elastic limit.
...He stirred around in my confines, and cupped his hand on top of the large mound outlining the blossoming of his stem, massaging himself through the overlaying tissue coverings. He began to hammer his club into me ruthlessly, vigorously accosting his palms covered over padding, while he held onto my thighs for added leverage. I grasped the edges of the table so that I would not be pistoned off the far side. He kept this slugging action up, until he and I were both drenched in salty sweat, running off of us in inundative streams. He then commenced the slapping of one of his mitts directly on top of the area above my prostate, making it more difficult to keep from ejaculating my load, yet at the same time enfolding my swollen prong, and flopping balls, in his tightening gasp for maintaining the position we were in.
...When I reached the point of no return, he rent his slugger from my gut glove instead, and he went over to the chest by the table, leaving me spread out on top of the bench, loose ass opening and closing like a fish out of water. He took from inside of a drawer a long, thick, cone-shaped plug of a polished stone crystal. While he held this arcane device in one hand, he pushed me till I rolled over on the table face down, in a crouching position, ass high. As he held me down on the small of my back, he shoved this cold implement into my hollow, forcing my winker outward widely, until it fused its tight grip around the156thinner indent in front of the broad base. He forced me all the way down onto my belly and thwacked me hard, several inflictive times, on my ass mounds.
...Next, he pulled from the chest four lengths of hemp rope. He used these in tying my arms and legs to the four supports for the table with me laying width ways, so that my head and ass hung over the sides. When these were secure, Makbul got out some type of salve that he spread over those fresh, raised lesions crisscrossing my back from that hard thrashing I received from Temujin the night before. At first, this felt cool and refreshing, but then the burning began that ignited my skin, and sent shocks of pain throughout my body. Despite the heat, I shivered from the sharp sensations.
...Makbul left the room momentarily, coming back with a bulging satchel. From in this, he withdrew colas of tiny dried flowers, which he placed inside of a brass bowl covered by a perforated lid. Before putting a lid back on it, he lit that bundle, and the familiarly rancid smell of decomposing animals filled up the room. He also took from in this bag a smaller leather pouch, and one of those long-stemmed ivory pipes which Temujin had employed. He similarly pulled one of those reddish, rock crystals from that sack and broke off of it a tiny pebble, small enough for it to fit into the bowl of the pipe. I recalled that I had heard at the University about this product, which was derived from the Poppy plant, and called Opyume.
...He further brought out a short stick, covered with a material that, went it was placed over the coals of the brazier, it gave off a spicy scents of Jasmine. While the lighted stick was still aflame, he put the light above the pipe bowl and drew in air, causing the rock to burn, when he let the stick turn into an ember. He first inhaled deeply from the emissions, then he put the thin end of the stem into my lips. I sucked in those sickly sweet clouds from the glowing red rock, just like I had done on the night before, and I promptly began sliding below the existing perceptions around me, into the cushioning cocoon of bliss that those nefarious ethers from the poppy essence induced in my brain. Unfortunately, this also enhanced the heightened sensations from that burning salve roughly mashed into my back.
...Makbul had me well on the way to an advanced state of inebriation, which made the room cant at weird angles, caused images to double, or blur, and most of all, made my stewing pit draw near the inane with my need to breed. He came around to the front of the table, pushed my head up, and forced his blood-filled weapon back within my mouth again. He drilled into me with deepening strokes, until my jaws ached and my throat felt raw, despite the salty discharges flowing from him into me. He changed in this face feeding, by moving his strong hands over my ears, then stood still while he used my head to wank himself off. Once more, I felt that mammoth mushroom cap start to swell up, but he took it back from inside me, leaving my mouth covered in drool, pre-cum and little bile, from when I gagged on the depths of those penetrations. Makbul stepped back from me contemplating his next move in using my body. 157...
This time, he untied the four hemp bonds, and he pushed my body around to where I was lying length-wise on the table, face up. He re-tied my arms onto the front most supports, leaving my legs splaying free. He retrieved those smaller pieces of twine, and wrapped the first one in a tight circle behind the ivory ring in my nipple, which forced it outward at least an inch, and knotted the ends of the string. He repeated this same type of procedure with the other bud, returning to the drawers, getting out of them another length, but this time it was a leathery strip. This he used to wrap up my balls, until they were pulled out several inches away from my crotch, shiny with their new tautness.
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Next, he got another leather strip which he ran through the awful gunk he had used on my back that caused the nearly intolerable heating. This he fed into the O of my cock head, where the identical reaction which had happened to my back occurred. First it was cool, but then I began to heat up all the way down my shaft, where that stiff leather piece extended into my body cavity. My raging erection became a hardened iron bar even more outrageously from this foray.
...He climbed up onto the table between my legs, pushing them up and back, until I was bent nearly double. My encased ball sac stood upward. This left my hole gaping open for him to plunder. He slopped some of the alternating frigid, then scalding cream within my slot, after which he shoved his black, colossal column back into my boiling aperture. The more he pumped in, and the deeper in he drove, the more these wild sensations superseded that dullness brought on by the drinks, opyume and burning leaves.
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He braced my feet against his broad chest, then extended his arms past my legs, to where he could mangle my trussed up nipples. This overpowering set of sensory inputs made my consciousness spiral around into tightening revolutions. Makbul bent forward enough to lock himself onto my mouth again, forcing his tongue and spittle into my cheeks. I grew distantly dizzier, with each of his deeply pummeling insertions, as well as rising upon the waves of euphoria.
...Harder and harder, Makbul attacked my tender orifice with his unbridled vengeance. This took me even farther into the extravaganza of the fervency washing over me. He induced warmly dreamy feelings inundating my body while he unhinged my treasure box to reveal the red velvet interiors of my membranous sanctuary within. At long last, I felt when the distantly imbedded head begin with that penultimate tempo, ascending the slopes of that orgasmic mountain, even as his telescoping stull grew thickly fattening and primed. As he drew up to his full height, Makbul froze in place, then howled out the blasting releases of his seed, drenching my delirious tunnels with the copious amounts of his accompanying juices.
...With one hand, he wrenched out the embedded leather strip in my shaft. The feel of that frantic frisson in my open wound sent me over into the volcanic tumult of my own climax, shooting streams of my uncorked legions across my belly, onto Makbul, and over my sides and head. I tasted some of my salty spunk which had landed on my lips, and licked it off. The bombarding stimulation sent me adrift into the swamping tides of profane, exquisite, sexual obeisance. This sublimely rambunctious owner of my body had fully unplugged a 158rocking passion that turned my mind into a twirling wasteland. My tenacious entrails that encircled his rock-solidity loosened, allowing his tarried retreat, until just that stupendous crown lurked inside of my steaming cask.
...I felt the new warmth of his additional liquids pouring into my scummy bog as he released his waters into the damned channel, bloating my inner guts outward. This tepid irrigation gushed heedlessly out of me onto the floor once he finally excised his slackening projectile from my tank. Makbul looked at me in wonderment. He said, You are a marvel, young James. That was the most enjoyment I have had so far, with another man. This beginning of our time will be memorable to me, as it will soon be for you. I had no idea what this meant, but I was too buzzed to be coherent enough to contemplate the imponderable. He went over to the sizzling brazier where a metal rod was glowing redly in the embers. At the end was a roundish symbol which I had seen displayed in many public places, which I recall being labeled a tugra.
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Before I had any chance to protest, or even anticipate his actions, Maktul undid the loop of rope binding my right arm to the table, and he searingly applied the burning brand to the tender flesh inside my bicep, which he held in his vise-like grip, so that I could not flinch away from the scarring damage to my thin skin. The pain was excruciating, and I screamed out in absolute agony. Makbuls response to smell of my burning flesh from his seal was only his mean, low-throated chuckle. Fortunately, the intolerable intensity of the branding metals torment was too much for me to bear, and I limply passed out on his table.
...I swam up through the veils of sleepy dreams about Mark, until I became conscious of my surroundings. I was in the large bed next to a lightly wheezing, naked Makbul, asleep on his stomach. I gazed upon the hills and valleys of his beguiling back muscles, and felt my prick reacted in fullness. I moved my right arm to give it a quick stoke, whereupon I was stabbed with a throbbing pain from my vaguely recalled earlier branding. I winced, hoping I did not disturb the slumbering figure beside me. I had a wrap of linen tied over a greasy ointment spread on top of the wound.
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Once the surge of soreness dissipated, I was able to recall the relaxed feeling I had gotten when Temujin had paid detailed attention to my stiff muscles, and I really wanted to stroke my hands over the warm muscles laying so readily available to me. I began by lightly running my fingertips over the back of his thick neck, tracking down to the tail of his spine. Makbul, let out of rumble of air, but did not budge. After some several minutes of tracing butterfly-light fingering kisses over his solid torso, I gradually got to my knees and began to rub a little more deeply.
...Just as I had been shown, I started with his tight neck muscles, and worked into his broad shoulders with each of my thumbs. I forced the thickened bulges back and forth on either side of his spine, traveling further down until I got to the rise to his arse bluffs. I dug in deeply, shoving those pitch-toned cakes back, and up, and down. While I wanted to stay there, enjoying the sensuous feel of squeezing and kneading his sturdy backdoor sinews, I felt that I should make this a complete example of my skills.So. I kept on going down to his legs, then calves, then feet. I swung around for better access, and popped his big toe 159into my mouth, sucking it first, followed by tonguing the fine webbing between it and the next toe. He sung out with his audible hums in reaction to this attention to detail. I did both of his large feet in that way, while impressing my fingers into that softest part of his sole. When I completed his final little toe, I licked my way up his inner thighs, toward his puckery target. I accommodated this journey, by spreading his obliging legs apart, in order to obtain the easier access to my intended goal.
...I licked inside his crease, prying those callipygian embankments farther apart, and I dove into his moist, bronze, funky pucker, rimming the nether lips, while gently poking in at the blossoming doorways which he pushed outward to meet my quest. He tasted manly and pungently scented, causing me to grow even harder. I exuberantly chewed lavishly upon those portals of epidermis, while he pushed his sleeves back out onto me. I sensed he was starting to come fully awake, when he raised himself up onto his knees, holding my face in place with his big hand. I took control and pushed him back down, despite his reluctance, and I rolled him over.
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I straddled across his hard tummy, assuring that his plank rose up and rested upon the small of my back. I then began grinding my hands into his hefty chest muscles. Makbul looked up at me with his heavily lidded eyes, and folded his arms above his head. I lifted myself up, and onto him, settling delectably down on the sear heat of his unfolding, skewering monster. In time with the rubbing of my hands on his bulky chest, I pumped up and down on his growing excitement. When I reached to the base of his meat column, my fingers drifted onto his full nipples, manipulating them coordinately with my squashing around his meaty Cyclops using my clenching sphincter contractions.
...He began to respond by lifting his lithe hips to meet all my downward plunges. I leaned forward and took one of those ample, hardened nipples into my lips, tugging on it, and lightly nibbling on the tip. His deeper movements increased. He brought those muscular arms down to under my skewered globes to elongate the installations even more so by spreading me outwards. In this position, I was effectively engaging in my own selfish frottage against his hardened stomach muscles, rubbing as he tensed and relaxed with his insertions. After several minutes of this excavation, he grew noticeably in size within me, closing his eyes, making numerous, blurting Ah, ah, ahs, as I felt his splatter arrowing inside of my sopping, fleshy quiver. This last pressure punched me overboard into my own indulgent capitulation, also, so I spewed out my clumps of creamy jam across his massive frame. ...
He pulled me into him with a tightening embrace, across my striated back, which no longer seemed to hurt me as much. Our breathing slowed down, along with rampant, combined strumming of our hearts. He tilted my head up to meet his post-coital kiss of some sweet refrain, squeezing me tighter into him, as if he wanted to always remember this moment, like me. I believed that, in time, I might be able to live comfortably with this exquisite man, even though I did not feel that same depth of connection that I had with Maktul....
Once our beats grew close to normal, he lifted me up by the shoulders from the stickiness160gluing us together, and gave me a very hard look in my eyes, silently reviewing my facial characteristics. I did not know what to make of these intensely emotional exchanges of warm feelings. Abruptly, he pushed me over to his side, and he slipped out of the bed to disappear behind one of the blue curtains. I heard his piss emptying into a container in the echoing alcove he was in. But he did not return. The tall, dour escort, whom I had found out was apparently Maktuls brother, silently opened the doors, and glided into that space where Makbul had disappeared. I lay back in the bed, in my happy reverie with this fresh situation I found myself in. About twenty minutes later, Makbul dashed out of the room, fully dressed, without even looking over in my direction, leaving me with a very confused and concerned state of mind.
The Trip Down The Nile ~
Maktuls brother came back into the room and stalked over to the bed. He looked at me with small interest, and spoke in broken French, I, Ald-ed-Ishat. Makbul gone. War in South. He say, you free. You come. I was devastated at this sudden loss of my recently welcomed partner, but I understood about his obligations, from the similar duties to the kingdom arising back home. I dressed again, wearing that same discarded outfit from the night before, following Ald-ed-Ishat, whom I referred to as Eddy, back down the long hallway toward the stairs, where we descended into the entrance hall. Maktul was there waiting for us. Eddy said something quite complicated to him, to which Maktul replied with some whining insistence. This conversation rose in intensity, to the point that Eddy was turning angry in his facial expressions, yelling vociferously with Maktul in another new language I had not heard before.
...Eddy turned to me in exasperation and told me, Maktul, me, no need to be hostage. Our sister now a wife to Sultan. He want go home. He want you go with us, too? Next to Eddys stormy frown, Maktuls hopeful smile was a pure ray of sunshine. Once again, the course of my destiny was flipped up into the air, and again, I had little or no idea where I was going to land. Despite the supposed claims about his war-time obligations, I thought I knew the real truth that I had seen in Makbuls eyes. He was at the verge of feelings he could not cope with, or that he could not allow himself to feel. It was not so much that I was being emancipated, as much as I was to be avoided at all costs, along with any of my emotional threats to his self-image. Since I did not speak any of the indigenous languages here, and I knew no one to turn to without placing myself in harms way, again, it seemed my courses of action were again limited to one.
...I turned toward the impatient Eddy, and said, Ill go with you. He rolled his eyes up in consternation, and Maktul leapt into the air and gave me a big hug, causing me to wince visibly from that contact with the healing brand wound. Eddy said something, and Maktul jumped back, eyes wide in concern. He replied something to Eddy, and darted out of the front door. Eddy grudgingly turned to me, and grunted his harsh, Come. We went out through several ornately designed passages to the rear quarters where the food was being prepared, and on to a small apartment, which was where Eddy apparently lived. He gazed slowly around this cozy spot, somewhat wistfully, and reached under the platform he slept 161on, retrieving a carpet bag which he began to fill with very few belongings and mementos.
...He threw a floor length white shirt at me, that he called a Dishdash, made of fine white cotton, for me to put on over the risqué outfit of see-through pants and opened vest. This was very appreciated, since the December nights in Istanbul were turning out not to be all that warm. It dawned on me that I had now been away on this adventure over half of a year then. It seemed like a lot longer than that for me, considering all I had been through, up to that point.
...We ventured back out to where there were workers in the kitchen area, and he gloomily delivered what was obviously a farewell speech. The preparers there did not seem so very saddened by his departure, and they went right back to their duties when he finished. This completed, we exited through a small door into an alleyway, to find an exuberant Maktul waiting there with a similar carpet bag filled with his personal items. Eddy merely looked at his brother with a sour scowl, and turned to walk briskly down the lane. Maktul could not stop smiling as we proceeded to follow his brother toward my next sojourn. At least this time I was fully clothed when I walked through this city. Several food vendors lined the street the passage emptied into, and Eddy bought some figs and flat bread, along with a block of cheese.
...The route taken was convoluted, and never straight, but after an hour, or so of trudging along, the way opened up into the busy port. We sat on a bench to the side of an open square, while Eddy cut up slices of cheese with a small dagger, and passed the pieces to Maktul and me to eat with the figs and bread. The two brothers chatted in their stilted conversation, as Maktul kept looking at me adoringly from the corners of his eyes, which made me feel rather less anxious. When this meal was finished, Eddy approached the first vessel we came across, and stated a name, but the head of the person he spoke to shook in the negative. The next several vessels gave the same response. Finally, one of the seamen replied, and pointed in another direction from where we were headed. So, we took off on that way, and came upon a smaller sailing galley, or a Kalita, which used the lateen (triangular) sails, with only room for a dozen oarsmen.
...Eddy hailed the harried captain, a man with a beaked nose, wearing a blue-striped Burnous over a white Dishdash. He wore a full beard with a blue skull cap over his craggy, pock-marked face. The both of them haggled back and forth for several minutes, until Eddy finally threw up his hands, and he turned to walk away. The grizzled sailor waited a few beats, and called out to Eddy, who turned, and they returned to their haggling, once again. When the older man finally nodded an agreement, Eddy gave the man a coin, but the older man held his hand out for more. Eddy told him something that made him turn away with his exasperation, and he sourly climbed back aboard his boat to supervise with the loading and storage of the numerous goods and necessary supplies.
...We left that spot and wandered around the shops and food peddlers, where we bought a 162wicker basket, and filled it up with food staples, and a beaker of pomegranate juice. We ate the rest of the figs, cheese and bread, while the brothers chatted intermittently. We meandered back to the vessel, which was making preparations to leave immediately. At last, we individually walked aboard the gangway, settling in at the front, so as to stay out of the way of the workers. The lines mooring the ship onto the pier were cast up, and we were underway. The oarsmen pulled us carefully away from the bustling docks, until the wind caught the triangular sails, which billowed and pulled us briskly into the open water.
...When we looked back to port, an individual looking very similar to Makbul was standing solemnly at the nearest point on the pier to us. Eddy blanched with widening eyes, and he grew very silent. For the next hour, he kept looking back, anxiously, until the man was no longer in our sight. Even then, it was well over several more hours before he seemed like he was able to fully relax. The distance from Istanbul to Cairo was about 700 miles, and we were probably zooming along rapidly at about 8-10 knots, with a stiff wind behind us, meaning we would arrive at the African port of Alexandria in maybe about five or so days.
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During this trip, Eddy remained mostly quiet, though he did assist with some translations for Maktul and me to learn the others own idiom. Eddy revealed that he had picked up his smattering of French from those European emissaries visiting Makbul in their various trade delegations. By the time we had finally arrived in Alexandria, I was able to speak in a few rudimentary phrases with them, using their native Nubian language. Frustratingly, Maktul and I never had a moment to ourselves during the voyage, though we did get in a few stolen caresses during the darkest of those Mediterranean nights, but these gropings were very unfulfilling. When we debarked in Egypt, Eddy gave the captain the rest of the coins he had agreed to for our passage.
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The captain was a lot more friendly then, and warmly smiled as we left. It was much hotter than was the December weather of Istanbul, even in the early morning hours when we reached there. We wandered around the busy marketplace, restoring our foodstuffs and investigating the other wares there. Maktul pointed out items and gave me the names that they used for them. By the time the rising sun was nearing the noon time, Eddy took us back to the port area, and again began in his quest for obtaining our further passage south, on the Nile. Like before, Eddy was approaching many individuals, always repeating a certain name. ...
After a couple of hours, the odd name was recognized, and we were directed a long ways away, to a more tawdry section of the place. The boat we stopped at was a Dhow, a flat bottomed ship with two lateen sails. The pilot was the identical shade of midnight as the brothers, and spoke in their speech. There was much deference to the boys by the older man, and when money was offered, he refused to accept it.
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We were told we would leave the following morning, so we went to a hostelry, called a Khan, to secure a room for the night. After we had another bite to eat, we went on a lengthy sight-seeing tour of the place. The ancient city was interesting, and cleaner than anything that could be found in England. By the time night fell, we were all exhausted, and fell immediately into a very 163sound sleep. I was growing to look forward to the feeling of Maktul in my embrace every single night, and waking up each new day with him kissing me into the daylight.
...The next day, we arose with the sun, and went directly to the Dhow, where the crew was busily making the final preparations for departure. We stowed our belongings, and stood at the rail watching the fascinating sights slip by us after we left the pier. A stiff breeze from the Northwest kept us going faster against the current. The voyage went up the sluggish Nile, past luscious green fields, and various indolent animals munching on the vegetation. Occasionally, we saw large lizards basking on the shores beneath stands of an unusual plant called a Papyrus, surrounded by flocks of beautiful, long-necked, white or pink birds silently fishing in the shallows. That first night on the Nile, we pulled ashore at a small village, and slept in another Khan, where we were served a delicious millet meal for breakfast. This same stop and start routine kept up for several days on the hundreds of miles we traversed southward.
...At up to 6-7 knots speed, we traveled about 60-100 miles each lazy day. After a full three weeks, we made it to a small settlement named Aswan, or Swenet, as it was called by Maktul, and the Dhow was pulled through a narrow canal to avoid the rocky cataracts there. From there we continued on for another two weeks to a place called Wadi Haifa, where we encountered the next set of rapids. We had to leave our Dhow to find another vessel to take us on to the next stop at Koka, since the ancient circumventing canal there had silted in.
...At that stop, we changed again, and again at the next cataract, andagain, until we arrived two weeks later at a desert village called Berber. Here, we rested, while Eddy sought and procured seats for Maktul and me on those weird beasts I had seen alongside the Niles riverbanks, which had a big hump on their backs, called Kamels. This new effort was a fairly prompt affair, since everyone here immediately knew who Eddy was, because he was their potential heir to their kingdom.
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However, this was where we all parted company, for Eddy was to go on to Khartoum, where his father, the king, was, and we were to go on to another place Maktul only mysteriously referred to as The Seat. Both of the brothers unabashedly cried at this coming separation, un-harnessing their true familial affection for each other. This took a good deal of time to accomplish, but though heart-wrenching to see, we moved on to the next section of our trip, nevertheless.
Chapter 9. My Life At The Seat.
Maktul, the wiry, gap-toothed Kamel guide, and I, went Eastward into the awesome heat of the African desert. We followed along a small, dry riverbed, mainly in the earliest hours before the dawn, necessarily camping during that unbearable hotness of mid-day under our makeshift tent. We only passed by one group of very tall hunters who were naked, and all were apportioned in the genital area, like Maktuls enormity. This last leg of our quest to reach The Seat, took us another ten days to finish, until we reached the low foothills of an ominous mountain range. We took several twists and turns inside of labyrinthine, high-164walled canyons until we made a blind turn into a sharp cleft inside of all of the towering escarpments. When we made it past the final switchback corner, before me unfolded an astounding space, surrounded on every side by staggeringly beautiful edifices, carved right out of the bordering stone cliffs. ...Nothing I had seen up to then came close to the unusual nature of that place, though the shining splendor of the Tenoch, and the antiquity of the mermens realm, each had their own shock value. But, this place was surrounded with an aura of an infused supernatural oddity. This arose from the simplicity of its design juxtaposed with the enormity of scale, being the obvious work of artisans far into the area of genius. My mouth hung open in my disbelief with every nuance I saw revealed as we drew closer. With all the weeks we had shared together to get to this place of surprise and grandeur, Maktul had finally let me know about the true nature of his status. ...Their father had traded them to be hostages to seal the deal for the fragile peace with the Ottoman Turks, who were then conquering everything in their path, while keeping the Europeans expansion checked in place. Eddy, being the eldest son, had been selected in order to learn at the feet of their main trading partner, and for the ongoing security of their kingdom, by understanding the Arabic language and the culture. Maktul, as their Kings next youngest, was in line for priesthood of their realms religion, but an obvious back-up was needed in case anything happened to Eddy, so he went to Istanbul, also. In his own perverse way, Makbul had ensured that his personal aide, who Eddy had become, would have no future threats ever arising from his younger brother, Maktul. ...Makbul was intimately aware of those rivalries for the heir to Suleimans reign. With no advance forewarning, he had had Maktul castrated, thereby making him ineligible for the Nubian throne, because the ability to produce off-spring was mandatory for their familys legacy to continue. He said he held no grudge over this act, since it was his destiny not to have heirs. I did not understand this at the time. I would have been furious, since I had grown attached to my little ball-buddies. This tale meant I understood a little more about my own fathers quandaries, with my obvious inclinations and antipathy for the opposite sex causing a dilemma in the continuation of the family line. Maktul also revealed to me during these extended conversations that he and I were very nearly the same age, being eighteen, despite his more youthful appearance to me. ...More importantly, and more stunning to me, the conversation turned to his past, and our future. He explained, their secret religion was a millennia-old belief, even predating the lines of the Pharoahs, and The Seat of this theocracy, was where we were heading on our trip. This place had been protected from countless, ubiquitous invasions from other aggressive powers over several thousand years, by using an ingenious system of sand-fill barricades. Cavernous sand retainers emptied into the space before me, using the carved out tubes in the sandstone cliffs to empty the contents once huge bronze entry doors were sealed. Whenever some new conqueror was enroute to attempt another of the seemingly 165constant pillagings and plunderings of these Nubians, that protective sand was released. And when those assorted barbarians eventually arrived, all that was visible to them were the tops of sand dunes that looked like a dried river bed, hiding all the grandeur that lay beneath. ...And, what was actually hiding behind those remarkably carved facades of the spectacular buildings in front of me was the result of the thousands of years of human toil spent in the digging and chiseling out hundreds of miles of tunnels and spaces below ground. All of this was hidden from view of all but the true believers dwelling there. Once the threat was past, the believers pains-takingly re-emplaced all of the sand from the defile back into the holding cells. The worrisome raids were few and far between, but expectable all the same, such that the sand protection had been already invoked ten times earlier. Maktul affectionately had referred to these true believers as The Brethren. ...By the time we arrived at The Seat, I was able to understand all but the most difficult of words in his language. Maktul led me into the heavy main doors of bronze, at least 18 feet tall. These doors had several relief panels of depictions of scenes involving battle scenes, or heavenly revelations which seemed to parallel stories I had read in the Bible, plus more, involving pyramids, celestial arrivals, and more. These huge doors were opening into a small entrance hall. After leaving this minor room, with no distinguishing characteristics, purposely there to discourage any large body of men from quickly gaining an entrance to the main system of halls and tunnels, we entered into what must have been a natural cave, with its high-vaulted ceiling. What was there in front of me, was a gleaming expanse of white marble, offset with colored-stone columns, a polished mosaic floor, and many bright candles burning in golden sconces. ...Passageways led out into a dozen directions to form a hopeless labyrinth to any invaders, and Maktul guided me into the first one on the left. The long hall spilled out into a room with a dozen young scribes, of more than just the dark skinned tones, studiously writing upon parchment scrolls, or copying from brightly illuminated texts. Most scribes were the same jet shade as Maktul, and each was fully naked. One or two looked up, and did a startled double-take when they beheld my whiteness of skin passing by with Maktul. The friendly buzzing we had heard became a silence, as we passed into another chamber, where another dozen men were playing on stringed instruments and lilting pipes, with the line of four percussionists toward the rear beating out the bass rhythm. They were so caught up in concentrating on their enchanting music, that none of them looked directly at us. I noted that the comfortable temperatures remained at a constant level, which was pleasant and made the need for wraps useless on any of the musicians, so there were none. ...We left that spot, and then came upon another relatively open space, lavishly decorated in silver and gemstones on top of intricate carvings of various scenes in Teak, all brightly lit with highly polished brass reflectors. There were another dozen exits from this hub, also. We took the middle opening and soon came upon an area with small openings into private 166alcoves where, here and there, several men were fast asleep. We went into an empty one, which had a soft hair mattress covered in white linen sheets. I noticed immediately that there was absolute, almost reverent silence all around us. Maktul sat down upon the side of a platform holding the mattress and motioned for me to sit next to him. As I lowered myself to join him, I tried to stifle my wide yawn, which inspired the same in Maktul. He lovingly wrapped his long brown arms around me and placed his warm, full lips on mine. We laid back and kissed each other deeply for a few minutes more, since this was the first real time in the several week-long journey that we had been able to be totally alone. We kept up a tender and enjoyable caressing for a few minutes more, but we ended up sound asleep, exhausted, yet having successfully reached our destination intact. The relaxation of that comfortable space was just too hard to deny.
The Heart of "The Seat" ~ When we awoke in each others arms, I languorously rolled over on top of Maktuls body, kissing him awake while I felt the full length of his bare flesh against mine. He gripped his hand against both of our dicks, since it could barely reach around his alone, and squeezed them tightly together. I looked down at the two trapped, meaty pillars, half-circled by his fist, and I deeply kissed Maktul again, while he masturbated us both at the same time. He slowly pushed his surprisingly long tongue down the outer skin of my neck, around my left nipple, and my right, as he gently nipped them, working them each into hardness. I looked down at that sexy bush of curly, knotted sable hair, inches from my face, feeling Maktuls wetness descending along my torso, swirling against my navel, and engulfing my bloat. I pushed him easily around to be able to see his gigantic attachment while he sucked on me. He grinned and pivoted himself in compliance, so that we could both easily guzzle on our hard clubs simultaneously. ...While he was able to take me into him down to the solid root, I was unable to import much more than only that humongous head flare of his, so I bathed the length of his satiny skin with my saliva, and inserted my tongue deeply into the end slit, which was getting moist from his percolating pre-cum emissions. I reached around and I cupped those round, firm cheeks of that bulbous ass, smooth as sun-warmed stone beneath my seeking fingers. Maktul engaged my buttocks similarly, slyly sliding one, then gently two fingers into my moist crack. When he finally pierced through the gateway, I groaned with my lusty satisfaction, as did he, when I also was invading him up to the last knuckle inside his dusky enclosure. ...I pulled out my digging digit, swinging back up to be parallel at his feet, pushing his legs up onto my chest, and holding them up there while I spit a wad of saliva lubricant onto my raised peak of hardened flesh. I eased into him incrementally, until my balls swung snugly against his backseat. He was hot as blazes inside, sheathing me within his dizzying grip of hot sensuality. I pulled back a few inches, and drove back into him, making him moan in reaction, his big round eyes bright and savage. I then started vigorously thrusting in and out, churning inside of him, while he squirmed his svelte, ebony torso against mine. My face was just above his, and his mouth was pulled back in a fierce grin. I reached up and ran my fingers through his soft ringlets of dense hair, amazed at how lush and full this felt. Then, I swooped down and kissed him hard, biting his thick lips. Maktul pumped his hips 167back at me, meeting me stroke for stroke, punching his ass up every time my pole plunged deeply into him. ...His huge log lay between us, throbbing mightily with my surges and that clamping of his ass on my hardness. I began to sweat, dripping wetness onto his beautiful, demonized face, making him squint from the sting of my saltiness. I slapped up against his mounds with a wet, smacking sound. My hand wrapped as far as I could get it, around his obsidian serpent, and stroked him down to the wide base, where his own gonads should otherwise have been, timing my lunges with the wanking of his jumbo joint. We coupled like well-greased mill wheels, thrashing and driving each other into higher sensations, our eyes locked together, breathing synchronized. He began to whimper softly with every one of the deep thumpings of my ram. Soon, his whimpers got louder and longer, his fine lips pulled back in a snarl of concentration. While I pumped his engorged behemoth with one hand, I reached up and roughly pinched one of his coned teats with a vice grip, tugging on it in its fullness. He gasped loudly, and I knew it would not be too long until he would be squirting his seed-free juice. ...I pulled my crank back all the way to the bonnet, almost completely out of his enveloping tissues, my cap barely penetrating him, slowly sliding it back on into him in a long, hard thrust. He fused onto me, as his whimper turned into a long, dragged out groan. His lithe body began to spasm against me, and I leaned down capturing his mouth with mine as his wild orgasm swept over him. Maktul thrashed inside my arms, while his beefy endowment pumped a series of the steady loads of clear semen out of him. I could no longer control myself, and so I shot inside him the streams of my sauce, in one pulse after another. That feeling was heavenly. I collapsed on top of him, totally spent, my face buried in his neck. Both of our chests were heaving from the exertions, but instead of feeling exhausted, I felt greatly energized from our love-making. ...Apparently Maktul felt the same way, too, so we got up, and he led me through several halls to another open area where there was a highly polished, long mahogany table filled with sumptuous delicacies and drinks. We ate our fill of figs and dates, drank pomegranate juice, and tasted a honey-sweetened yogurt dessert. Several of the other naked Brethren who were doing the same sort of thing, eyed me very suspiciously. Maktul seemed completely oblivious to their intense scrutiny of me, and so he jabbered on all about the historical nature of the citadel we were in. He never bothered to introduce me to any of the other curious men at the table, and none of them approached us out of curiosity or welcome. I was totally unversed in the local protocol, so I followed Maktuls lead in these matters....Over the next several days, he led my further and further into the distant reaches of their hidden sanctuary. In one immense room, he showed me a floor to ceiling display of gold, silver and precious jewels mounded in enormous piles of magnificent splendor. He then informed me that one of the Knights Templar hierarchy, who was a secret member of their cult had requested the Brethren to keep their treasures safely within the sanctuary from the destructive leanings of the papacy. Unfortunately, that member, and many others like him, had been dispatched by the French King in his effort to track down their wealth. Thus, the fortune was to forever remain in the possession of the Brethren. In another room a further 168level down, were hundreds of shelves holding ancient scrolls, books, manuscripts and clay tablets, which Maktul said had been spirited out of Rome before Nero insanely played with his fiddle. ...Another level held even older artifacts, which he said had been safely retrieved from the renowned, venerable library at Alexandria, Egypt, before it also had been burned down. These things were kept in rooms alongside of the area containing many preserved items brought here from the legendary library at Timbuktu. The most important of these deteriorating items were being currently copied by the scribes who were in that room we had first encountered upon arrival. Further back into the warren of cubicles was a room that was somewhat smaller, but it contained the original writings which evolved into what Constantines Council of Nicea had made into the contents of the current Bible. ...Within this area with these writings was an old spear, covered with brownish stains, and a simple, pottery cup. I did not need to be told what these were. My heart raced at the thought of what I was seeing. On a couple of levels further below, there was a space filled with many golden candle sticks, gold, or silver-bound scrolls, and very large, golden square box with angels at each corner. Surrounding it was an unimaginable wealth of glistening metals and gems, that apparently had been given by the Ethiopian wife of King Solomon, known as the Queen of Sheba, for safe-keeping. The Arc of the Covenant would never be in danger of destruction here. The deeper we went, the more unbelievable objects were revealed, such as many ornate burial items from several of the greatest Pharoahs, and two oddly fragmented stone tablets, with ten different lines etched on them using letters I could not recognize. I looked at Maktul in an unspoken question, and he nodded affirmatively that these were the original carved-in-stone Commandments. ...Our daily travels eventually took us down into the bowels of the sanctuary, until we came to a set of elaborate gold and silver doors, several hundred feet below the entrance level. Placed into the doors panels were mother-of-pearl inlays showing complicated scenes of plants and purple-toned beings, with elongated appendages, and large, black, round eyes. Two burly, black guards, naked but for golden, wig-like headdresses, were seated on each side, held serious looking spears, and guarded the entrance. Maktul spoke something to them in a different tongue that I could not understand, and they merely grunted with their sullen replies. We did not enter into the area, and we made no attempt to do so. Maktul informed me that behind those doors was undoubtedly their most precious possession of all. ...Inside were the preserved gifts of a race of purple beings from off of the planet, who had educated and fomented knowledge, and the desire for knowledge, upon which tenets the foundations of these ancient Brethren were based. The Brethren were foresworn to never interfere with the machinations of men in the world, but were to only chronicle the events as they took place. That meant, unless there was a major catastrophe was about to take place, such as the retrieval of the treasury of King Minos, whom I had been taught to call Midas, at the University, before his domain was obliterated in the Mediterranean on the former island of Crete, no involvements by these Brethren were permitted. Within murky recall, this all seemed to fit into the unspoken conversation I had with the merman, Willum 169Okonl, which I had earlier discounted as legend, or myth....Suddenly it dawned on me, that while some of the formidable Atalas might have chosen to convert their progeny physically to their soon-to-be water-based environs, the majority of others had migrated to some elsewhere. The Seat was apparently that elsewhere. I realized then, that I was now in the heart of that distantly removed ancient civilization. This meant that they took the remaining morality of their forebears with them when they came here....When we had gotten back up to the main level, Maktul took me to the very rear of their fortifications, at least a mile or more inside, to where several tunnels led to what seemed like dead-ends. Looking up closer revealed numerous small, covered openings. He said that whenever the sands filled into the deep clefts at the front entrances to their redoubt, these other smaller portals, well-disguised behind large, hollowed out boulders, were used for points of egress, if supplies, or other things were needed during a siege. I doubted this would ever come to pass, since this place had its own deep well water supply, and I had seen plenty of stored foodstuffs in various locations during our explorations. Since there were only small spaces for one man at a time to exit or enter, these exits were very easy to defend, and the corridors opened out into numerous other hidden locations around their sanctuary, as well. This had obviously been well thought out a very long time ago.
The Rites of Passage ~
One early morning, in late March, nearly a year after I left my homeland, Maktul told me I had been observed closely during the time I had been residing in their retreat. I recall that many of their elders had already spoken with me about my inward thoughts and feelings, as well as my philosophy of existence. It was their end decision that I would be allowed to join the Brethren, if I should so choose. This would coincide with the same time that Maktul was to be invested with his preliminary leadership position, and a celebration when he was to become the temporal leader of these people. They were very communal in that there was no one spiritual leader, but whenever it came to contacts with the outside world, someone needed to be chosen to speak for them. ...I was quite flattered, and I found that this ancient, honorable society was fascinating and powerful. With my innate desire to learn and discover, this place seemed like the true end towards which I had been heading, all these long months since leaving my distant home. I unequivocally agreed. Maktul beamed with pride and joy over my determination. He said that the ceremony of induction would take place the following morning, when the Spring Equinox occurred, and that we should spend the rest of the day in preparations. He took me to a room which we had used frequently over the past weeks, that had been fashioned out of the primeval cave. ...Here, several primitive paintings of men hunting, copulating and engaging with oddly-shaped objects descending from the sky were covering the walls. It had long stalactites which hung from the ceiling with their glistening, decorative attributes. However, several of the corresponding, uprising stalagmites had been carved into varying sizes of accurately carved phalluses, standing upright from the floor, and they ranged from smallish up to gigantic. Each looked like it had the patina of oily reflectivity. 170...
Several of the larger pinnacles had been carved to look like a man wearing two arching plumes, or crowns, holding a flail in one hand, while his other was holding the base of his enormous erection that shone with the male rectal polish from centuries of usage. Maktul informed me that these odd statues were dedicated to an Egyptian fertility god preceding the Pharoahs, named Min, or Menew. This deity was of the moon and was also the father, with Isis asthe mother, of the god, Horus. Each of the varying sizes of phallic pillars looked like they had been frequently used over the centuries. Along the caves sides, thin vents of cool spring water trickled into a perimeter stream that flowed outside of the room. These water spouts were honed into gold plated penises, with jets spraying out the end holes. I knew immediately how these were to be used when we first came into the space, when I had first arrived at The Seat. ...We did our ablutions for the next several hours, cleaning ourselves out thoroughly, and having a little fun at the same time, when Maktul would suck on my arousal while I was irrigating my colon. Then, I had returned the same favor with him. One of our favorite routines was to have Maktul place his hand inside of me, once I was thoroughly clean, and I would back up onto the longest nozzle. It would spray water inside of me while Maktul wafted his hand around within the filling balloon of my intestines. That feeling was an outrageously enjoyable sensation. Since the waters pressure was not strong enough to cause damage, when I reached maximum fullness, I would back off of the spigot, and Maktul would play around in my guts was frenzied waves and pitchings....The more we had gotten to know each other, the more I realized that he would be my permanent partner. Once we were finished with me, and my contents squirted across the room, it was his turn. I shoved my large hand inside of him, then he backed up onto one of the jetting nozzles. The sensation around my hand inside of him, freed from contact with constricting membranes, within the reservoir of water felt fabulous. When I did this to him, the feeling of water contained in his rectum, along with my hand wafting around the filling, was unforgettable. Both of us had a very hard time in not releasing our loads like in the past, but on that particular day, we somehow accomplished that difficult delay in our gratification. ...We had grown to really enjoy each others company, and it was not until later that night that I realized it had been a long time since I had given a thought to, or even had a dream about Mark. While it was a rather melancholy release from my past, it also the uplifting acknowledgement of my new found place with the Brethren, and Maktul. That night, we went to sleep early, locked in our embrace, as always. We arose before dawn, and four young acolyte beauties prepared us, by removing all of our body hair using sharp razors. The also removed the rings from my cock and teats. We ate a light meal, and we donned sheer, white silk robes. One of their elders spoke to Maktul with hushed tones. He later told me much of the ceremony was dependant upon their life-giving sunlights availability, and that the day before it had been cloudy. I was most confused as to the meaning of this, but he did not elaborate. 171...
When Maktul and I were completely clean and ready, one of the revered elders directed us through the caves pathways to the descent that went into the bowels of the earth. When I say elder, I mean that he was somewhere in his mid-thirties. I had noticed that very few of the Brethren, if any, appeared to be over the age of forty. While this made me curious, I had forgotten to ask Maktul why this was. We trudged downwards for a long while in silence, until we reached those large, double metal doors with the unique scenes covering the panels. Those two black giants were still in front, guarding them. With a sing-song imprecation, the gigantic guards obligingly stepped aside for the senior member who was escorting us. Then the spectacular gold and silver doors swung outwards....Inside was a group of about two dozen of the Brethren, and all were dressed in those same white, revealing garments that Maktul and I were wearing. For the first time, I noted that these representatives were not all just the mostly kohl-skinned Brethren I had seen up until then, but here were representatives of various other races, in flesh tones leaning towards the colors of red, yellow, blue, indigo, green, and orange, plus other shades in between. Alongside the perfectly circular walls were twenty-four, highly polished shields, or plates, of glassy silver, that these husky men stood beside. These plates were positioned so that the light and vent shafts, arduously carved out of the bedrock, extended all the way up to the distant desert surface. This allowed the increasing light of day to filter into the space, along with permitting fresh air to come in, and letting the stale air to rise out. As the sun rose up towards its penultimate point in the sky far above, the room grew brighter....A fantastic background mural covered over the rest of the rooms surfaces, within which many vivid scenes were seen depicting multi-hued humans, along with violet-toned, long appendaged humanoids, interacting. In the absolute center of this circular area there was an enormous, singular, rock crystal, rising up at least ten feet high. Directly opposite to the entrance were some gauzy curtains covering the archway to a large alcove. Standing in front of these hanging drapes were three of their austere elders, holding large, golden staffs, with rounded, clear crystals emplaced upon the ends. Above them were two large, gilded Xs, suspended from the high ceiling on pulleys and chains, mounted beneath ceiling tracks that ran back inside the curtained alcove. ...The level floor was covered over with a soft, mossy type of woven-fabric rug that held an extremely intricate design similar to the Celtic knots. The middle of those three older men began to sing out with the most beautiful song. This seemed strangely familiar, but it was more exotic than anything I had heard before. It was not in one of the languages I had yet heard, to my knowledge. Soon enough, each of the others joined in singing, one by one, alternatively weaving themselves into a complex harmony of sounds that were relaxing and uplifting, at the same time as spiritual. My feelings of anticipation leaned more towards excitement than worrisome....Eight of the participants stepped forward after we were directed to remove our garments. They split into two groups, four and four. Two went behind the curtain and began moving levers and wheels that brought the two hanging contraptions forward and down to my hip level. Two of three leaders brought forth beakers of a liquid which had a bitter, astringent 172flavor. We both drank the noxious stuff, until the containers were emptied. Maktul and I were then moved to the front of the golden crosses, with our hands were bound to the top corners, and our legs affixed the same way, on to metal rings held at the four points. Once these devices were cranked upwards, we were turned to horizontal, backs resting against a pads in the centers. The two older men stepped forward again bringing their long staffs up to our asses, after dipping the oval tops into a crystalline vat of lard-like serum.
...Both our arses were inoculated with that chill swill coating the round, gem-stone grips of the lances. With unrelenting pressure against my closure, the slippery tip slithered in past the entrance and rose up deeply into my rectum, where that wide plug was rotated provocatively about, being jabbed farther in with each circular insinuation. The soft tissues of my mined chute gradually grew extremely explosive in sensitivity, focusing my full attention upon the raw nerves there. ...I bent my head forward to see the outline of the inserted ball of the staff as it was dancing beneath my belly flesh. While this was occurring, one of the team assigned to me bound up my nuts into tightly cuffed extensions, so that they both were standing outward several inches from my body in their shiny capture. At that point, the spell-casting liquids the men had me consume began to take effect, with my vision doubling Also, halos began to form iridescently around the reflecting light shields. My butt grew startlingly voracious with its absolute hunger. My cock throbbed hotly against my tummy with its cargo of my sexually charged blood. The space which we were in grew brighter and brighter with the reflected rays of the rising sun filling the room. ...The twelve Brethren on my side of the area formed into a line behind me, and those other twelve, did the same with Maktul. One by one, these stunning men each stepped up to my dripping opening, removed their silk garments and punched up into my sloppy membranes with their hard rods, using some varying techniques in delivering their individual seeds into my guzzling entrails. The sensations were awesome and overwhelming, making my wispy thoughts fly into cart-wheeling patterns of shadows and light. After the original twelve of the group had completed their offerings to my font, the two burly guards were brought in to also inundate me with their abundant discharges, using fat cocks the size of tree limbs. This additional depth naturally forced the pools of cum even deeper into me. Having done this similar procedure a couple of times now, I grew anxious about what all these offerings were going to be used for. When the two swarthy behemoths had bellowed out with their echoing, joint, simultaneous releases, and had retreated back outside, the two most active elder Brethren stepped forward....My socket was hammered until they, too, delivered their milky batters to the mix inside of Maktul and my guts. When they flopped out of me afterwards, they pushed more of their glorious magical goop into my pit, sending those abraded tissues from their exertions into involuntary contortions around those scepters, milking on the insertions like new calf on a mother cows teat. This activity had taken well over an hour, and in that time, I had left my body and returned several times, always hovering over in the far corner to observe the 173activities below in my remove before returning back into my human form. After that last stashing of their bubbling pools of the man cream, shot within the deepest confines of my intestines, my rational consciousness was only just barely holding onto the tiny threads of my earthbound thoughts....At last, the sole remaining elder stepped up to our asses. Using the vat of emolument for lubrication, he was coated by his two assistants up to the elbows. Working the cone of his large, long fingers into the gaping lips of my sphincter, he twisted, turned and dipped ever more deeply into my penetrated confines. I heard Maktul groan in similar appreciation for the grand satiation finally arriving at his reservoir. At last, I felt when the last knuckle was popped over the crest of my well-worked anal pore. He began his pumping incrementally deeper into me. As he did this, the capturing crosses were slowly raised higher into the air on their pulleys. At the same time, we were tilted forward on the contraptions into nearly perpendicular positions. ...I looked over toward Maktul to see that his eyelids were fluttering over the visible whites, only. When those two devices reached the levels of the shoulders of the elders inserted arms, that entire assemblage, and he, moved backwards along their tracks, passing through those now-drawn gauzy curtains, and arrived within the very humid alcove behind. Lights began flooding even more blindingly inside the quarters with every minute that the distant sun rose into the center of the sky above. We reached the lip of a containing basin which was filled up to the brim with dark, glassy water, and in it were several pungently smelling plants looking something like the fragrant, blossoming flowers which I had seen growing alongside the Nile. Maktul had called that ubiquitous vegetation, Lotus blossoms. ...The difference here, was that these two big flowers directly behind, and beneath us, were tinted a deeper shade of purple, and they were enormous, at least three feet across just the blooms themselves. Their immense, green, round leaves lazily floated about them on the surface of the water. When we were directly on top of these buds, the embedded leader slowly pulled his wide fist, out of my reservoir, and all of the dammed up Brethrens stew behind it. This induced a large gush of warm, oozing cum to cascade out of me, staining each of the nearest dark petals with white lace from the glistening bath composed of the Brethrens custard. With that first touch of moisture, the immense organism shuddered in its entire length, but it held still afterwards. Then, another shifting somewhere inside of it occurred, after which the very topmost peak began to curl backwards and down. ...The fragrant plant appeared to vibrate, and its petals began spreading, or rather more like peeled, outward. From the junctures between the leaves and bloom, several tendrils shot out in weaving patterns. I abruptly felt a cool vine slide against my calf, then up my thigh. The same action occurred on my other leg. The wet tips explored my skin, and caressed against the tender inner flesh below my crotch area. Eventually, three or four of those thickening tentacles concentrated their prodding explorations around my widely spread anus. I groaned as one end-pod slipped over the sticky surfaces of those tissues covering 174my lax pucker. Another prodded at the opening until the pod at the end poked easily into the chamber within me. A second and a third joined the first, but instead of progressing into the channel there, they began to pull on the hugging flesh, widening me out to greater and further limits. One of the small rising shoots wrapped around my extending balls, with its tightly constricting grip, as the smallest of all worked up the sides of my engorged pole, and upon reaching the pinnacle, wormed into my moistly seeping cock mouth. ...This filament sunk into me by gradations, down my urethral tube, wriggling and writhing the length of it, until wending its way into the bottom turn for entering in my body cavity, where it dug deeply into the primordial spot which my rampaging thoughts were centered upon. More of those insistent growths were worked inside of my ever-expanding rectal access, spreading me out to the point where I could feel fresh air seeping coolly into that vacant space being made by their pulling of my ass muscles outward. A more slimy, dewy projection tracked along my backside, over the shoulders, past my chin and began to prod against the saliva on my lips, until I had to open my mouth to accept its entry. This tasted richly sweet, similar to honey, and it secreted more of its juice, which I had to swallow or choke. This strange elixir made my prior dizziness evolve into expanding vortices of my spiraling euphoria, making me almost laugh out loud around the plug, with purest joys and pleasures. I started to feel like I was floating on air, without any weight in my buoyant mindset of total sexual satiation....The rays from the mirrors grew in intensity from the sun nearing its apogee in the sky far above us. The purple body began to rumble, causing the wiry extensions to increase their activity. Two more thin filaments reached upward to the peaks of my nipples and coiled themselves in a tight knot, circling behind my nipple ring holes, so that these stood out lengthily from my chest, setting off more erotic sparks within my brain. Even more than this heightened my sensations, when the end points fitted through the vacant holes where my rings had been and began to enlarge in circumference. Another creeper looped itself in wraps encasing my rock-hard shank, placing that much more full pressure hard against the other in my piss canal. This insertion also began to enlarge in size. More of that syrupy sap flowed down into my esophagus, causing my mucous lining to tingle and grow with sensations as my mind concurrently soared in a luxuriating radiance. I felt the flowing of a prickling energy into all of the areas that were touched by this thing. These areas glowed with a sensate warmth that left me feeling totally connected and blissful, afterward....I heard a rustling sound and looked between my legs to see that the encasing shrouds of deep purple had collapsed outward, leaving a golden-yellow interior. From its gleaming, wet center, an ascending, blue-like-the-sky, pistil, started to swell even as it rose toward the gape directly above it, between my butt cheeks. Outer folds of plant material pulled back to reveal an orange, double-balled flare capping the end. This oozed an intoxicating essence that made breathing almost difficult, it was so strong in its floral scent. Something one of the roots was doing up against my bladder caused me to release myself, with my urine barely able to leak out around the moving plug inside of my cock, and through the175hard grasp around its meatiness. ...This fluid dripped down onto the tip of the rising orange organ, which caused it to start to oscillate. It stretched upward with a slithering, gurgling sound coming from deep within its base. I felt the gooey bulb lurch against the stamens holding my guts open, and began to force its corpulent girth past the holders. One by one, the tentacles pulled out from me, reacting to that fat, orange ball rising upwards and entering ununhibitedinto my bowels. ...This gave me an odd sensation of coming and going, a result which was far greater than each would have felt individually. The prod nestled itself tightly against the hot, damp sheath inside of my open rectum, rotating the stem, so that every point of mucous in my anus was in contact with it, including that jammed duct leading from my bladder. I trembled when I felt its girth start to phenomenally expand as it squeezed inside of me. I sensed excess fluids sliding down my legs following the squirting of more of the things excretions being emptied out of the orange globe parked inside my entrails. A spreading relief flooded over me when my ass lips finally pressed around the narrower end of the blob, clamping onto the stem behind it, as it was rigidly pushed deeper and deeper into my stomach....
More of those jolts of energy flowed out of that creature onto my contacted skin surfaces. An additional protrusion came from the opening at the end of the impalement and snaked past my turn to the right under my rib cage, where it settled in, undulating in lush abandon. It rested a moment, enclosed by my juicy membranes, releasing its nectar while it absorbed my own exudence. The tendrils at my erogenous zones tweaked, pulled and pinched the captive flesh as more power was released into and onto me. Round packets of its mooshy fluids passed over the clamping of my aperture through the stem connecting it to its main body, stretching me out in excruciating bursts of maddening, pleasure-wracked intensity. My mind swirled in rainbow hued bursts of light and ecstasy....Those packets of its fluids were released far into my confines, causing my mind to release immediate shots of unrecognizable imagery and a fracturing of rational thoughts. My ass lips clung on tightly to the juice slickened stem as it pulled out a little bit, and punched in even further, making me shake and shiver from those lascivious sensations. My belly was awash with the continual drainage from the pistils body, its secretions casting me into a hazy realm of sublime fulfillment. My belly was forced all of the way outwards, pregnant with the demons internal miasma. Its flailing tentacles ultimately reached their frenzied fomenting peak, tormenting my throat, yanking on my teats, pulling my balls, squeezing my shaft. The sounds around me were shuttered out by the blood rushing in my ears, the whole world brightly exploded around me in a sudden flash, flooding my vision with a bright white curtain of energized exuberance. ...Light had been increasing in brilliance, as the circular spot where all of the reflected beams met marched across the floor of the room, drawing closer to the huge crystal rising in the center. As the noon Sun hit the center of the sky at its strongest emanation, the circle of focused light landed on the clear crystal, causing it to burst into prisms of sparkling lights 176that danced around the perimeters, but the central two facets at the top of the stone passed the intensity of the main beam directly out to the blue coverings of the bulky strand linking my body with that of the plant. This stalk began to turn iridescent and started to shimmer with the power of the sunlight flooding onto its colorful surfaces. This was passed on into my internal organs and swept up into my head, where blast after blast of its raucous tides of madness and lunacy overwhelmed my state of consciousness, jetting me into a plane of elation and utter enchantment. ...All the figures in the room began to shine with rays of the spectrum glowing about them. The plant began to quake and rock in the water container, causing expanded wavelets to ring outwardly. At the height of its frantic manipulations, my body evolved into a thing of silver-gold-white light that was blinding and pure. Erupting jets of the irrigating issuances from the tentacle lodged inside my neck flowed down my throat flooding into my stomach. The tendrils encircling body parts grew tiny, needle-sharp thorns which pierced out within my epidermis, while bubbling, searing milk poured out of the tip of the buried extension in my intestines on my left side, flooding up and over into the channels leading deeper into me. I rocked and gyrated on the cross, pulling on the bonds as I clenched, tried to relax, and involuntarily convulsed even harder, taking me up to a crack hidden in my crescendo, where I heard the clapping of lightning flashes and saw a rumbling thunder exploding in my ears. ...I crossed over, and was able to see and hear things more clearly than I had ever been able to, before. I was able to acknowledge who I really was, and why I had chosen this life and the important lessons to be learned from it, as well as the singular goal for being here, now in this particular time and space on this place that came to me as called, Urantia. I met face to face with the being whom I thought of as my guardian angel, inner spirit guide, or thoughtful dream weaver. But now I saw the truth of this being as simply my best and the greatest friend for all time on this plain of existence. My new perceptions were clarified about where and what was then happening to me. I joined, for that elongating moment, in the community of higher beings having authority and the responsibility for human thought adjusting. I realized how, after that occurrence, I could never again be the same selfish, sense-driven person who I had once been. A cloak of saving relinquishment washed over my consciousness, and I begrudgingly allowed those shadows of spent passions to enfold me in an exhausted slumber....When I next felt myself creeping up from the depths of rollicking dreams into the miracle of existence, I seemed to glow from within, emitting a silvery radiance. I was in a large, white room, where I lay on white skin rugs atop a platform bed. Maktul was beside me, and his skin had the luster of the sun on dark, silky waters. Beside the bed was a golden tray of fresh fruit and water. The fruit had halos around it, and the water glittered with a life of its own. Maktul mumbled something, and sat up, rubbing the remainders of sleep from his beautiful eyes. He turned his head towards me and flashed a smile that outshone the brightest star. While I thought I knew what had happened, I asked him to explain to 177me what that ceremonial conjugality had released into us the night before, so that it would be less dreamlike and more solidified for my mind to grasp. ...He told me that the off-world vegetation that we had coupled with in our celebration had been nurtured by our Brethren, with whom I now was linked, for eons. He informed me that these unearthly growths had been left behind by an extra-terrestrial purple race, which epochs ago, had brought to earth much of their enlightening knowledge to mankind. Only the truest of heart, and the finest intelligence in the human race, were allowed to become one with the Brethren. He also shocked me, when he disclosed that many of those young appearing participants in that mating, had been the caretakers of those secret organisms, for centuries. ...I questioned how men who looked to me to be no older than in their thirties could have done that. He replied that the nectar from the plants altered the human clock, giving remarkable healing powers to the body, while extending life, and forged an ability to survive simply with exposure to the suns powerful forces. Sure enough, when I took a closer look, I saw that my precious new tattoos were vanishing, and the holes from my several emplacements of body adornments, were growing shut. In short, Earthlings took on many of the plant and animal aspects of the off-worlders, though there were some injuries that could not be overcome. He enfolded me in his strong arms, fondly kissed me on my forehead, and solemnly intoned, Welcome to forever, my love....For many years, I stayed with the Brethren, occasionally venturing outside the safe havens of The Seat in order to see the incredible changes going on in the external world of man. Sometimes I would assist in their missions of saving of something precious to mankind in general. the most recent being retrieval on Nazi gold. Sometimes I would go to observe some history-changing event, then I would return to transcribe what I had seen in these critical hinge-moments. Maktul and I, in fact, remained permanent partners over the centuries in a happy, easy-going camaraderie, if not always sexually satisfying. ...I did finally go looking for Mark on one journey, and found that he had joined an employer in migrating to Boston in the New World, where he married and sired a large family, whose heirs are now numerous throughout the world. I was very happy for him. I joined up again with my beloved friends aboard Our Lady Launchward, for several wayward cruises on the high seas with the remarkable Barack and Captain Tom, until my continuing youth became too apparent. In later centuries, I joined other family cast-outs on similar voyages aboard the Launchward. I shared what wisdom and knowledge I could with them. ...I was happy to find that my great partner on the London waterfront, Chibunda, had actually survived the calamity of my removal, and we re-did our exploits, andthat time we got to another, and eventual, worn-out completion, thwarted so many years earlier. I got back to the Chokle and gave my blood-brother Derek the complete story of my kidnapping. He had guessed as much, and he had seen to it that the perpetrators were given the same fate which they had planned for him, and they were sold as slaves going to the New World. ...I regrettably found that the noble Tenoch had been very nearly entirely wiped out soon after I left, by new diseases against which they had no immunities.So,I alone knew of those secret chambers containing their golden wealth. I organized a salvaging excursion with my Brethren to retrieve it for posterity.178...
Those undersea denizens realm had been utterly destroyed by the same cataclysm resulting in my surfing departure, though vestiges of their existence still remains for discovery inside of those honeycombed sea-floor caverns, when newer technology permits. If there were any survivors, they have taken up residence in a far more secluded environ that I was not privy to....My poor, erstwhile father, who did, indeed, receive his dubiously desired rank of the Duke of Northumberland. But as happens with the fates of the arrogant, he had been beheaded, within months of my removal, by Queen Elizabeth I, in one of her more notorious tirades. This predictable event occurred only after allowing a suitable time in which my beloved parent assured that my name, and any evidence of my actual existence, had been fully eradicated from any of the records kept at the time. That mean-spirited, closeted bastard had effectively erased me from the history books. My being on this planet and alive was left to the appropriate individuals who kept my memory close to their hearts, but never mentioned aloud, fearing the wrath of my father. This was just as well, since by then I no longer had need for their elitist World. I returned to myoriginal home only in disguise, simply out of curiosity, never making further contact with those who might recognize me....I watched the powerful rise of the Americas, and I traveled there, often, to engage in the advancing social upheavals, which the government by those peoples had fostered. I was careful never to allow any of the curious to witness the fact that I was not aging, like they were. I always returned back into the welcoming arms that held my heart back at The Seat. Maktul, who finally changed his name to a more appropriate, Zahra, meaning flower, rarely left the area within the Brethrens compound, taking on the role of a temporal leader in a serious manner. His brother did, indeed, succeed his father onto the throne of the Nubians, and visited us often. We both grew close, but it was sad to see the weight of office age him, even as we stayed youthful in appearance. ...After several eventful centuries had slowly passed, I grew restless in my need for newer adventures, so half-way into the 21st Century, on my 455th birthday, I traveled across the Atlantic Ocean to again visit one of my most favorite places on Earth, in the middle of the Caribbean Sea. This was on a remote, sun-drenched island that had, so far, avoided those usual types of exploitation and overcrowding. It was not far from islands in the Turks and Caicos owned by the most recent Earl of Warwick, David, who I had great fun with before he alsowas lost in the AIDS battles.Normally, I had the entire place to myself, to ruminate and renew.
Chapter 9. My Life In The New Reality.
As it strangely turns out, my favorite movie entertainment, "Star Wars," was neither "long, long ago," nor "far, far away." It is actually happening, presently. I had grown to enjoy the escapism of the modern worlds cinemas, which had made the unendurable passing of time less onerous to me, on these increasingly rare occasions whenever I left The Seat. But, unlike those Sci-Fi Hollywood fantasies, in reality, the Empire is winning. For most star-systems planets, this was a good thing, since it can bring them peace, albeit with an iron glove. Humanoid types, which might have otherwise have been eradicated, were now maintained for alternate purposes. However, those alternative reasons were for other than the simplistic humanitarian concepts of an altruistic, species preservation. Altruistic is not 179a word often used in the ruling Empire. ...
I found all of this out when I was taking my usual afternoon stroll in the life-giving sun, on one of the numerous abandoned strands of white sand on my out-of-the-way island. This place was as temperate as The Seat, but it was not as overbearing as the life in cloisters seemed to be. Every once in a while, it was good for me to enjoy the solitude away from my ages-old partner, Maktul. We had both soon settled into the comfortable, predictable lifestyle after our initiation rituals, which was full of wonder, though a little too dull for my elevated state of physical desires. Plus, he had all of those duties and obligations that were attendant to his perpetual leadership of the Brethren. I was relegated to the occasionally foot soldier foray to preserve important human artifacts, or assisting in the more boring transcriptions of ancient texts gathered over the millennia. ...As I have said, I lost contact with my birth family long ago, when my reappearances, despite my efforts at disguise, grew too unusual, in that I never seemed to age. I did not consider it much of a loss. And, those friends I formerly had made outside of the Brethren, mostly perished of old age, or in oneof the growing waves of some sort of a viral, bacterial or fungal disease inadvertently introduced by the current galaxy rulers after had they sent infected scouts to "recruit" certain types of hominids to be used as their play toys. The most recent epidemic of AIDS was a scourge not dissimilar to the plagues I witnessed throughout the world which weresurreptitiously introduced into the human arena by suspicious sources....It seems that human males sperm was the off-worlds version of caviar, affecting alien species like a potent aphrodisiac. Other types of bodily juices, from both genders work, too, but the male sperm is always the most sought after of the commodities, since the life-giving force is in great abundance in the millions of sperms produced in each ejaculation. Apparently, no matter how hard it was tried, the laboratories of the Empire never seemed capable of reproducing that uplifting element of humanly created secretions. Thus, Earth is a closely held secret amongst the Empire elite. Where other planets had caps placed on their procreation, homo-sapiens were allowed to breed without curtailment. In fact, we are encouraged to do so, with the tacit collusion from powerful churches and plantation owners, or land barons, who only wanted more human livestock to increase their riches. ...As I learned, each of those ragtag remains of the colored races (orange, green, indigo, red, blue and yellow) were not actually variants of Earth-induced genetic evolutionary strains, but were from other planetary systems, whose hominid worlds were "evacuated" in order to make room for the expanding Empire. This usually came after they were all sexually exploited by the more aggressive aliens to near extinction by their horny, incoming forces. The skin colors came from those types of solar radiations in foreign galactic systems, and indigenous atmospheric chemicals of their unique air envelops. Our suns spectrum was sufficient to maintain these melanin pigments, as well as the varied physicalitys of the new arrivals. This was a rather different take on the details provided by the revelations found in the Urantia Book, which was usually dead-on accurate. It may have been an issue with 180the human recipients limited perceptions, like what happened with Erasu in the Two Flutes Playing acknowledgements. It also could have been imposed by the Empires bureaucrats in order to keep earthlings from finding out their true role....Just like the Terran wines, humans were clandestinely encouraged to intermix, with some of the outcomes more valuable than others. Apparently, the tastes and elevating effects of our human delicacy varied greatly from race to race, though all of it is highly prized. This whole process began centuries ago, unbeknownst to any humans at the time, but sometime after the visitation of the more peaceful purple race, who were never allowed to return by the Empire. There are now an extremely miniscule number of those original, pure sperm generators, who have retained the undiluted essence from their original home worlds. Our planet, Earth, Urantia, was turned into a recreational zone for use and abuse by the victors uppermost in class in the Empire's power structures, who wished to vent their own unique brand of sexual energies, if they happened to be attracted in that way to homo sapiens. ...That is, they did not just imbibe in the rare "nectar" from our sex organs, both male and female, but were engaging physically with individuals culled out of the population, never to return to their planet. These were kept as enslaved pets. Since our blue planet was this goldmine of "nectars," Terrans were never made aware of their "pet" status, so as to engender ongoing production of more "fruits from their loins." Earth was never the wiser about our status as their reservoir of sex-enhancing "nectars," and more in point, "sperm-caviar." Those anti-abortion idiots of the planet were surreptitiously motivated by those masters in the Empire to maintain their firebrand beliefs, and as a result, we just kept on popping out more delicious humans for the Empire to exploit. As could be expected, the right-to-lifers immediately and predictably lost interest in the lives they supposedly were trying to protect, as seen in the levels of abject homeless and decrepit existences around them, whom they carefully ignored. ...Occasionally, a rogue trader, or two, was able to get past the Empire's vastly imperfect, protective shields. They would succeed in "recruiting" a few "nectar" generators for sale on the lucrative galactic black markets, with human males coming from my own peculiar altered genetic background being the most highly sought. Apparently, the introduction of the violet races plant and animal essences within my genetic code, made me all the more valuable, due mainly to the enhanced survival capabilities. But, all of this new knowledge came much later on in the course of events....I had found my isolated tropical beach many decades ago in my extensive travels, and had always come back, to enjoy the utter solitude of lush tropical palms, rippling tides, and the puffy white clouds. Perhaps I treasured this peacefulness because there is always so much potential violence just under the surface of my existence. This usual attitude was a clear contrast to those saucy sallies of my Brethrens curt repartee, since beneath the platitudes at The Seat, there, was the all-too-predictability of their boring cultural uniformity. But mainly, I was out in open air, outside from the necessarily interior confinement of The 181Seat, where the outer surroundings were barren plains set in broiling heat. Though the Nubian Empire surrounding the area had come and gone, and was replaced with various governments, that place will always be what I consider as my home, and my heart, as yet, has never gone too far astray from Zahra Maktul. I still needed to get out and away so as to give my unquenchable wanderlust its free reins. That, and the fact that my extreme, for humans, longevity did not really have much affect on my always racing libido. ...Per my usual afternoon recreation, I had just finished with a romping round of using another explosive banana-in-the-arse treat, when the ambient light around me started to get very dim, but there was no overcast of clouds overhead. I found myself suddenly getting very short of breath, and those familiar tropical sights surrounding me began to take on a new, shimmering cast, like a desert mirage, and finally, everything winked out of my view, to be replaced by an all-encompassing, silvery haze. I felt myself becoming weightless, as if I was floating upon a salty sea with complete buoyancy, like when I had been a guest of the Mermen. Then, I started rising upwards into the sky, inside of a solid shaft of a blinding, white light. While all of this was happening to me, I got very sleepy, and that is the last thing I can fully remember before I began waking up here...."Here," was a warm room, something similar to what I would imagine that the insides of a white, cotton candy ball would be like. There was no main light source, and also no sound, either. The atmosphere seemed to be near my favorite temperature, hovering somewhere between 24 C and 28 C. I had been awake for several hours then, and I found that I had gotten very hungry and thirsty. My bladder was giving me notice that it was past time to empty.
The Blob ~
I was still naked, yet not bruised, nor harmed in any way that I could see, or feel. But, just like what had happened on the beach, I was still seemingly weightless, floating a bit out of reach from the fuzzy containments edges. One part of the filmy wall began to coalesce into focus, and a creature right out of some Hollywood Sci-Fi extravaganza, or from the deviant mind behind Svarogsplace.com, began to take shape. The only thing that I had seen even similar to this being, was on TV specials, showing documentaries of what was newly found at the bottom of the darkest ocean troughs, looking like some enormous amoeba....There was a light bluish glow coming from an elongated, seeping appendage close to the center of the globular ovoid. Inside of its transparent walls were other colored shapes, in red, yellow and green, with some shades in between, all beating to the same rhythm. This rolling, gelatinous mass was precariously floating towards me. When my focus became somewhat clearer, I saw that the bubble was actually crawling on hundreds of hand-sized filia strands, moving in unison, as a centipede would. The body was vaguely egg-shaped, and I could see as its various colored parts of the interior were moving and shifting inside of a gummy liquid, while the clear exterior continued drawing nearer to me. The gauzy wall closed in behind the moving membrane, shutting out a cooler exterior. My favorite comics from this time-period, created by Patrick Fillion, came close in their anticipating extraterrestrial beings, like this one. 182...
I remember hating getting on an elevator, and being accosted by the inundative scent from some Third Worlder, who had apparently poured the entire contents of some god-awful, stinky perfume over his body, rather than waste water in a cleansing bath. This type of a heavily musky aroma began to permeate the air. I found my resting cock was starting to get fuller and harder, even as my eyes watered and my nose began to run. The closer this soupy balloon moved towards me, the stiffer I got. Then, even more curiously, I began to detect a sweaty heat growing between my ass cheeks and under my balls. ...Now, I admit, I had been an aficionado of smoking, or ingesting pot, or hash, over all of these years, after having been introduced to them by the Tenoch and Chokles, and even some Opium, first provided to me from Temujin. But, the best tokes I had ever taken, had left me feeling the way I began to feel. But, it was not with those types of jittery, racy, or paranoid sorts of highs. Instead, I got one of those sensual, hyper-sexual charges coursing from head down to toes, when your entire body begins to come alive, while the dormant, erogenous zones start to awaken, demanding attention from someone, or something, as in this case. In my typical reaction to all of my blood flowing to sex spots, this usually meant that my hands and feet got colder, plus most of my skin arose in tingling goose-bumps to match my gut butterflies. This time, everything perversely grew to be greatly heated at my extremities....Oddly, a heavy sense of security wrapped itself around me, along with the clouds of scent. As the Jello-thing drew closer, the glowing, baby-blue appendage near its center began to throb and extend itself toward me, growing beatingly brighter, as this object came beside me. A dewy coating was forming over the length of the attached cord, and those syrupy effusions began dripping more profusely. The pulsing pod edged forward, touching my body. Starting with the soles of my feet, and with languid movements somewhat similar to a licking, this quivering pile of clear custard explored me, everywhere, inserting its smaller extensions between my toes, leaving the moist coating of cool gel on its way up to behind my knees, an erogenous zone for me. As it progressed, the skin it already explored grew tingly and more sensitive, like new nerve endings were being coaxed into existence. ...The varnished knob was actually much cooler than I had expected, despite that intensity of the bluish light source coming from within it. The pulsating blue column of bright gumbo then ventured up the skittish insides of my thighs, with its near tickling feel, but far sexier, till it got near my crotch area. There, the probe nudged my lax balls aside and rubbed its extended cup against the tightened lips of my anus. After a brief tapping at my entrance, leaving my soaked hole dripping with that glorious goop coating, this strand continued up and around to my scrotum, barely touching against my bobbing cock. Instead, it pushed down on the area directly above my prostate. A glistening drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip slit within my dick head when the rigidity flexed above my semen sac. ...Apparently sensing moisture, the glob wrapped itself around my whole cock and balls in a cellophane of the plasmas extension. It did something like a pricking of my shaft and my gonads with thousands of tiny needles, while some sort of fluid was injected into the body 183of my rod and testicles. My penis started to expand, and grow thicker and longer as more fluid was injected into the shaft and glans. This was not a bloated overripe look resulting from pumping or suction devices, but it seemed as if these procedures were inducing some unnaturally rapid cellular growth of the erectile tissues. My entire tool seemed to steadily inflate all the way to the root. My balls grew heavier, and expanded downward between my upturned thighs, stretching my scrotum skin out with the inflation process. I began a production of a flowing gush of pre-cum, running in rivulets past the goop that was fully surrounding my shank helmet. ...It did not hurt, too badly, and the coolness from that icy lava made these new sensations around my pole intensify markedly, with spurts of growths of new, sparking, vibrant nerve endings. My two, round baby-makers stung with the excitement from their inflation. A noticeable electrical current surrounded the area, and it generated more light and growth, from my dick lips down to my taint, and beyond. The blue light was almost blinding as my genitals were administered the erotically charged treatments, and they began to take on the same glow with those luminescent infusions. A disjointed thought occurred to me that this thing was attempting to make my testicles produce some greater quantities of their sperm cells, as cool heat enveloped each enlarging gonad. The same effect occurred with semen creation as my pre-cum flow began to be non-stop....After several minutes, the nightmare protozoa released my surging shaft and nut sack, and restarted its methodical trip. It spread outward in a pliable, flowing sheet, exploring about my torso, pushing in at my belly button, squeezing my chest muscles, then pulling out the hairs, especially in my armpits. That part was not amusing, but by then my head was too enrapt in the eroticism to be too confused with my discomfort. The spongy shape stopped there for some time, apparently in order to absorb in my skunky sex-sweat, wriggling and vacuuming my flesh as it did so. This nostalgically reminded me of those desperate guys who used to worship my body, chewing on my pits like there was no tomorrow, sniffing, and chawing down more so. It was one of those things I truly loved having done to me. ...Upon reaching up to my nipples, first one, followed by the other one, was subjected to that same treatment, like my genitals. The tiny needles pricked my pointy knobs and aureoles, and I watched them puckering and elongating from my chest, as seen through the clear, incandescently blue skin of the blob creature. Here, too, I felt some slight wattage from electrical currents tickle and tease into the tips of each nipple. Each spigot was seized and sucked away from my chest, while the very swollen edges were ever so lightly flicked back and forth, effectively yanking the internal cord connecting to my cock. Although the holes from the rings inserted there by Derek had long ago healed shut, just as the tattoos from Barack and the brand from Makbul had disappeared, my nipples had remained hard-wired to my dick. Then, they were injected deeper by even larger needles, releasing more of the growth and nerve sap into my latent mammary glands in my breasts. ...Eventually, those big inoculators released my engorging teat cones, and reached up to my 184throat, climbing up and over my chin. A smaller protrusion came from in the much larger, brightly blue bulb. This sprouting tube wedged into my mouth, spreading my lips and jaws out to their widest comfortable limit. A sort of chewy, rubbery nodule at the end of that extension gently worked itself in between my teeth and gums. I cannot say that this thing tasted like chicken, but it was not nauseating to me, either. Something it was releasing made my jaw muscles relax, which I appreciated, since I tended to cramp after too much time in the stretched out position....This incursion did remind me, however, of how truly famished I was. As if it was sensing that very thought, the exploration slowly progressed past my tongue, and it came to a rest at the back of my throat. At first, a small trickle of liquid began to issue forth, out of that tip, but the flowage increased, so that I had to swallow, since my mouth was stoppered by the radiant blue bulb blocking open my lips. This juice poured forth into my gullet, and I began to lose my hunger and thirst when my stomach filled up with the liquid. I watched as the reddish-magenta light pocket in the main mass start to shrink, and commensurately my stomach took on the same color of reddish iridescence, while I was flooded. Once I was fully satiated, when the red bag emptied, the flowing with that sustenance petered out, and the extension pulled back to the roof of my mouth so my easy breathing could resume. ...The alien's investigation continued, while the thing massaged the ridged mucous membranes up there for a few minutes, stopping to continue to explore the inside of my cheeks and gums, working between each tooth. It spilled up inside of my sinus cavities, making me sneeze around the filling. My upper sinuses were also infiltrated, and I heard when the snot was sucked out. Once it had receded, I found that I could breath through my nose better than anytime in my recent memory. My enhanced body-healing abilities helped avoid allergies, or the other usual types of infections that were normally suffered by other humans. Yet, this secreting investigator must also have had anti-inflammatory properties, which caused the noticeable retraction in my mucous membranes inside my nasal passages. ...My lolling tongue was then sucked outward, and the entire length of it was languidly massaged over, around and under. It was rubbing the surface of it back and forth with the tiny, feathery strands extending from the main pulpous bag. It was like the perfect kisser. My saliva was absorbed fully, then refreshingly replaced by a frothy concoction bubbling out of the diabolical aliens pores. ...After this very extended, erotic exploration, the mass again surged towards the back of my throat. After sensing I had inhaled, that massiveness plunged downward, passing through my esophagus, and dove into my stomach. There, it sloshed around and made my redly-lit belly jiggle and jounce from its whipping around against the sides and opening to my small intestine. Just as I was running out of breath, it slipped back up my throat and back inside the pulsating pod at my lips. The blue appendage again left its cooling slime trail when it gradually retracted down my quivering torso. It was touching and flicking here and there, alternatively suctioning and pushing in again at certain more sensitive spots. It was as if it was learning my body, and then adapting its actions to obtain the greatest sexual response. 185...
By now my impressive new Johnson, had grown to an erect state beyond imagination, and it was almost as big as Maktuls. But the bulbous mass simply slipped by, merely rubbing against the hot flesh, newly exploding in sensitivity, as it passed, and this caused my meaty bolt to leap from the contact. My pubic hairs had somehow been dissolved, or I had not noticed when they were plucked, due to the abundance of other overpowering sensations. I was all raw skin, just as when I was a pre-teen. My dick spasmed, as it stood straight up from my body, and a thin string of pearly dick-snot unceasingly dribbled down, slickening the enlarging, veiny body. I simply watched, in a detached yet fully fascinated way, while the monstrous bulge reached in between my legs, drew nearer to me, and spread me out widely upon its main membrane. My legs rested upon the cushiony, cool, molasses-like surfaces, which seemed to create a attraction-gravity field of its own. ...When it found my puckered opening, another of those malleable protrusions began with a slow massaging of my nether lips, covering me with the viscous coating. I could feel each and every ridge of my wrinkled, rectal rosebud come to life through my miraculously new, expanding nerves, as those outer ridges of the pod explored and prodded at that opening, making it all greasy and slippery, like the extension itself. The sexual energies flooded into me as the gel was gradually forced up into my rectum. My asshole became looser and looser with each prod against the tightly clenched sphincter muscles. My desire to be fully penetrated became nearly unbearable....The chill from this large, eggplant-shaped balloon, at the end of the fattening arm, was a tad less than my body temperature was, but still, I was not overly uncomfortable. When its fleshy projectile began to burrow an extending, finger-sized, narrow tap into me, I felt my inner hole relax. At the same time, I grew ten times more sensitive than ever when the hemorrhoidal veins in my winking ass grew fuller, and newer nerve endings never noticed before sprang into needful existence. That sticky gel clearly must have had some chemical properties designed for this specific purpose. As that glutinous arm slowly and very gently worked its bulk further up inside of my quaking hole, it paused, then retreated, advanced, and pulled back, ever spreading my hole wider with each tender, slick thrust forward. The spearing end-knob rhythmically first contracted, then expanded in circumference, steadily withdrawing, expanding, and started in with setting up a slight vibration. ...My need for full insertion grew even more urgent. Like what occurred with my new and major-enhanced pubic region, and like my breasts, that superbly pulsating, pushing prod began sending minute electrical shocks outward through thousands of tiny needles. These prickings infused my already sensitized flesh with an even superior, begrudgingly arcane awareness, even as those magical chemicals were being injected inside me. I luxuriantly groaned, while my clenching muscle rings lusciously relaxed and expanded around the blue insert, even as my throbbing, puffy ass lips were chemically inflated into swelling, inflamed and eroticized things of pure excitation and neediness. ...My meaty stalk became a hot rod of iron and a lot more pre-cum began to flood freely out 186of the purple-headed cock-hole, in elongated, overflowing streams. My semen generator, or else my Cowper's gland, must have also been greatly affected by those injections. I felt the skin of my anus stretching further out tightly as that bulbous point compellingly moved in, around and just inside of it, lubricating while super-sensitizing all my innermost tissues. These inoculations were relaxing those gripping muscles even more so, taking, regretfully, its own much more relaxed approach to my insistent, growing needs, than I would have actually preferred, or rather, demanded. ...Another centimeter, and another, worked and wobbled into me. Always, the linking trunk was stretching, ever re-lubricating, then pushing, prickling and prodding into me, until it had continued to my maximum width permitted by my hipbones, feeling nearly the size of a football. At that same time, I sensed that my surrounding butt muscles were fully letting go, and were spreading wider than ever to accommodate this sizeable intruder. I became aware that I was well past my sensory overload limit, when I would otherwise have called it quits. The coatings of gravy that the being was injecting and secreting was apparently a combination with an aphrodisiac, as well as a muscle relaxant, that worked wonders on my lust, as well as that most sensitive focal point of my body. ...I felt an indescribable, thrillingly passionate intensity, when my ass involuntarily, loosely began clamping the back tapered-end of the bright blue balloon, resultantly pulling in that huge entirety up inside of my sluice gate. A huge rush of endorphins flooded in my brain when the rear end of the globular pod finally passed across my frantic sphincter in a lewd, wantonly delayed progression into a clutching sheath of my colonic membrane. I wanted it, and I wanted it all, badly. When I looked down, I could see the outlines of the light-emitting globe in my inner vault, while it constantly worked its way back and forth, like a fat snake, illuminating the way up deeper and deeper within my intestines. The brilliant beams from inside of my formerly dark envelop, clarified and traced the oval outlines of my other organs, as they were beating in time with my heart. That intensity of the beasts initial lodging was the salacious cause of an all-over glow of extreme satisfaction and satiation. I wallowed in this unexpected, total body experience of the swirling currents shot through with those inundating, flowing pleasures....While I apparently had not had any sustenance in some time, before that bubbling infusion of the creamy red liquid into my stomach by the amoeba-thing, there was still some earlier fecal matter I had not yet processed out. Though I could survive on sunlight alone after my cellular change at The Seat, I still enjoyed the taste and flavors of various foods that I ingested. With the lighting up of my colon area, I could see the end of the tubular mass had opened wide, and was consuming the contents of my lower intestines,. I could then feel when the clumps of my remaining stool were processed out through the ever enlarging tube coming out from my body's rear porthole. I could perceive each gobbet of sucked up waste matter being siphoned past my backside, exiting in fat wave after wave of rippling constrictions. Then, I fascinatedly watched while the bits of processed food bilge traveled down the length of the semi-transparent rope into the quivering ovoid before me. 187...
I have never been into "scat," and more so since hearing about some new type of hepatitis years ago that could be caught from eating a hot guy's man-cunt, and I did not want to test even my superior immune system. Yet, these sexy actions were turning me on more than I would have believed possible. This raw sewage of mine was apparently quite the delicacy, being greatly relished by this thing, since the flowing of my turds ingestions caused in it a quivering, thrashing and writhing inside of me. The alien released a spritzing of even more of those eroticizing pheromones inside of our surrounding chamber's atmosphere for me to inhale, while excreting more of the joy juice into me, and generally turning me on in fabuolus ways I had not known before. ...I zeroed in on that probe's noshing and snacking on my leftovers, joyfully eating its way up into my fudge tunnel, with its relished abandon. I wanted more size in me, and so I shook my primed anal sleeve down onto the contorting miscreant, forcing as much of that thick, staggering bulkiness within me as I could. I danced and moaned psychotically from the tantalizing surrender to it of my gut swamp. If only J.C. Soto at Hellboy.com could see her renderings here, actually alive and quite real. It occurred to me that I had truly been prepared for this eventuality by the imaginative art and artists at my favorite 3D site at Renderotica.com....More and more, I felt myself becoming one with this monster that was sliming its way up past my sigmoid curve, straightening out the passageways up in my torso. The immensity working the wedge in concentric circles, squirming all the way back and forth across my abdomen, as if waving a flag in a parade, up into the formerly wrinkled entrance into the transverse colon. Star-burst points of encroaching urgency shot off the chemical messages blasting to my brain, while my newly forming ganglia worked in the tumultuous overtime. A flap from the body of the beast loomed over my stomach and pressed down on top of the inner arm, forcing me to feel the increasing movements from my outer skins nerve endings, as well as the new ones coaxed into life by the creatures uncanny secretions....For support, the cotton candy walls had created a capable, cushioning cradle around my totally marauded body, and also provided me a brace to push against the bag of goo in the weightlessness. My legs, resting on the main membrane, stretched at 90 degrees from my groin. The huge insert paused just under my left rib cage, while again gently working its magical, muscular expansions and contractions, beginning with a penile-sized insertion that soon expanded, and following with the vibration and electrification jolts. I shivered and queebled about in my excitement and anticipation. ...After several long, enjoyable minutes of these ministrations into my third opening, I saw and recognized the squeezing through, and then I felt it powerfully pour into intestines in the area laying right below my diaphragm. Like a snake forcing a recently captured and swallowed victim with outrageous girth down its body length, I observed the throbbing, neon blue bulge beneath my ribs progress, then wriggle its way from my left side over to my right side, in its circular balletic swirls. I could tell when the whipping, leading edge 188passed every newly enlivened ridge within my transverse colon. It aggressively plunged across, further and further into my bowels, creating those newly instigated packets of violently sparking nerve endings while the aliens spongy solidity progressed.
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At the corner turn down toward my appendix, the advancing prod stopped once again, and I experienced the newly forming nerve endings create bolts of charged energy. I saw the elongation of lighted blue rays expanding past the turn down into the last leg in my bloated poop chute. After what seemed to be another several minutes, I got a squishing "poik," as the final turn was finally made. The expanding and closing aperture at the farthest end of the worming tentacle continued processing more of the leftovers it found in there from my last meals, slowly sinking into and totally filling up my last colonic cavern. Those bilious pulp packets, too, worked their way through my entire, packed to fullness, crap channel. ...I watched the linkage writhe and twist about inside of me, making me vocalize loudly in my greater and greater incoherent gesticulations. I forcefully worked my mined orifice down on top of that arm-like extension, as it was becoming swollen up to the size of a fire hose, leading from my innermost cavity to the main body of the blob. My entire abdomen was now nearly extended to the size of any pregnant Earthling just minutes before labor, with triplets. I throbbed with that blue light, and kept time to an ethereal score in a bass clef, resonating in my very bone marrow. And just the same, I remained totally conscious of those growing, accentuated movements, shifting my insides around, in the wafting wave after wave of gratifying gyrations against the massaging flap pushing in from the outside skin. This maximal consumption and the cavorting within my inner realms felt better than anything I had ever known. Or else, the injected drugs were really radical and chronic....Once the mass reached my lower right side, the hugely insertive progression stopped. For longer than I can now recollect, my lower guts were massaged along their entire length in a waltzing, sometimes wild, dance, which left me insane with my sexual frustration when newer nerve sensors sprouted, and exploded with a bomb-blasting acknowledgement. The garish lights inside of me became even brighter, and I could keep track of that coiling and looping occurring throughout my heaving system, while it explored every nook and cranny of my digestive system. Often a poker-like extension would push out toward my prostate, and it flicked back and forth across the outer surfaces, or it applied a constant, thrumming of pressure against the g-spot just where the prostate meets the bladder. ...It was then that I recognized that as much as I wanted to get a release for myself with my own hand, I had become somewhat paralyzed. Though I could tighten my ass, twitch my expanding, fleshy pillar, and push down with my stomach muscles to heighten the internal sensations, my arms and legs were completely leaden, and nearly useless, while still full of sensations. This brought to mind various scenes of total submission at the numerousinternational leather men venues I had witnessed, for recording and posterity, of course. Total restraint bondage was a perfect way I had learned to give up the absolute control I had to otherwise maintain in service to the Brethren. And the forced milking aspect of it was one of my great pleasures. Little did I know then how far that concept could be taken by these off-worlders.
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My erection stood out perpendicularly from my crotch, and the augmentation somehow seemed to keep it continuously growing in size, far larger than any real humans normal measurements, which were about five to ten inches. Now, that baby looked about to explode at eleven or twelve inches, being thick around as a beer can, much more than 189Maktuls. Yet it did not having the spongy bloated look that guys who "pumped" had, which I had seen back when at the occasional sex parties which I had attended, for my educational purposes only. No, I was hard, like a rock from granite and pulsing in time to my heartbeat, repeatedly jerking up involuntarily every time the blob's extension punched my prostate, forcing more goo to coat its sides. The length of my steely joint was shiny with those clear pre-cum issuances, running down on the sides and also dripping onto the beasts flap covering my belly button, in long, ropey strands. It pooled there before it was absorbed with a shivering relish. ...I looked down and I could monitor those clearly defined outlines of that assaulting limb whenever it pushed up, over and around, inside of my guts. It forced in deeply as it could possibly go, without yet entering my small intestines on the lower right side, ending at my appendix. To me it looked to me like a nature show's portrayal of a big nest of snakes during a mating season. Or better, like a tempest at sea, whipping up towering waves that undulated under the power of Neptunes furies. Ye gods, it felt totally incredible to be so manipulated, internally, in this way! ...Even so, over the next several hours that I was treated to this alien type of hospitality, by this god-forsaken engine of sexual depravity, sometimes I could readily tell when I felt the squelching of the elongated fullness cagily reaching several feet up into that area past the appendix as well, sucking up more of my waste and digestive juices as it did, humming and quivering with satisfied pleasure. The passage up into the small intestine was surprisingly intense, and this made my fleshy column expand even further. The twitching and writhing tip sucked at the sides and pushed out the walls of that narrower tributary while it tried to reach all the way up the very long passageway into my stomach. ...Once, I felt that the root had actually gotten up into my stomach, sometime long after all of the contents that the creature had poured into me earlier had been completely digested. I peered down through my hazy perceptions and I saw it writhe and bloat with gusto over the remaining contents it found there, made up of bile and acidy excretions, waving around as if in a tumbling torrent. It seemed not to want to go further than my esophagus. After several minutes of its batting my food pouch around, while it fully absorbed what was left in there, that burrowing projection slowly collapsed back into the now bluish and purple-lighted ball located at the base of the large intestine. I felt when every single cell came alive while the twitching stem receded down through the yards of my curving digestive tubes....I was mesmerized as I witnessed the dance macabre, and yet was in heavens of a serotonin and dopamine explosions, both from my brain, and also from the thing's excretions of its chemicals. The arm in me seem to swell to ever greater proportions, when all of the jellied contents from within the blob flowed out into me, replacing my excrement, and expanding outwards in gargantuan proportions, vibrating and discharging its electrical impulses the whole while. New nerve endings screamed into existence inside of me from my tail up to 190esophagus. I focused on that tips swinging, up and around, just beneath my belly muscles and skin, in its twitching, worming, wiggling jaunts, sometimes reaching back towards my hole, or sometimes bulging out my belly button. Often, it quickly thwacked those areas in between my prostate and bladder, shocking me into full awareness of these actions. ...But mostly, I was fascinated within my general wash of unending tides of pleasure when a lump the size of a boxer's gloved fist protruded several inches from my belly, and launched into a zig-zag pattern, starting from under my ribs, and working from far to one side, and back to the other a dozen times. When it reached my pubic area, it made that thin layering of skin, where my hairs had been on my crotch, rise and fall against that overlaying cover rising from my right side, extending on top of me. Then the lump went back all the way, stitching back and forth almost against my back, then back to the top of my belly, finally thumping up against my diaphragm, in time to the beating of my heart. This was almost too much intensity, and so I threw my head back with an open-mouthed ecstasy. I was brought back to a semblance of realty when I felt the tickling sensation at the oozing furrow of my now obscenely bloated dick head. This seemed very familiar....The giant protozoa had extended itself so far into my body, that the main corpus was flush against my upturned, spread out legs and balls. From just above the protrusion extending into my fully dilated ass-iris, a smaller finger membrane, glowing in a daffodil yellow light had formed. It was tweaking against the outermost lips of my throbbing dick hole, with its dripping, gooey tip, caressing the entire, swollen glans at times, often merely poking in at the opening. The sloppy digit rubbed back and forth with several fluid motions, until my puffy, slimy orifice almost sang with enjoyment. The shimmying yellow glop of curd-like mush proceeded to engulf my entire shank, pouring over the entirety, forming a gelatinous encasement that squeezed and throbbed in time to the punching stump in my bodys basin. The yellowish glove pulled my meaty bar out away from my torso, as one slimy, fat tendril inside of the encasement threaded an inch or so into my urethra. There, the shiv wiggled and explored the sensitive mucosal intima cell lining, rubbing on every nerve inside of that sensitive area, causing those surrounding tissues to give birth to nerve endings, jolting me torridly alive with the each of the newly birthed pleasures. ...The sock-shaped plasma began vibrating and rubbing up against the underside of that now over-sized urine channel. As the tendril inside my obese shaft began its gradual descent, it began to thicken and squirm even more, like the tails on sperm. At the same time, the part rubbing and pushing against the outside of my cock followed the progression downward, sometimes pinching the area just in front of the inside tentacle, sometimes fully massaging the entire length up and down in a constant motion. Further and deeper, the tentacle crept and twitched into my cock, constantly thickening, while the outside drapery kept up those incessant ministrations to the inner prod, as it traveled ever downward inside ofthe pliable tube of my urethra. ...Sometimes the gooey outer mess did a squishy cavort around the membranes of my now 191apple-headed dick, squeezing and milking the collar flare around the intrusion, which fairly shone for the tightness of the skin. The cool ooze being injected by the thousands of pins poking into my mucosal lining, made the nerves inside of my rigid wanker feel as if it was on fire, yet this intensified feeling was somehow made to feel enjoyable to me. Eventually I felt the projection inside my erection push into the turn leading into my body cavity, and it pressed against the trunk-sized missile punching repeatedly up into my ass, moving my entire body into the cushioning wall like a vertical trampoline. My head lolled to and fro in the weightlessness, held in the incoherent delirium from these diabolical, totally alien, sexual excesses. ...Another shining, neon, yellow-lit part of the blob remaining outside of my organ elongated and wrapped itself around my hefty, sperm-filled balls. It slowly pulled out my full scrotal sack away from my body. With the same pressure, the other yellow-flamed finger forced further into my phallus, funneling past the fraenum, heading towards my battered prostate and bladder. The wrappings around my ball sac poked in hundreds of hypodermic needle vents into it, which flooded the fleshy scrotum with more yellow fluidity until my testicles floated in the exudence. The extension inside my shaft hit my prostate about at the same time my lemon-sized balls were pulled to their maximum distance from my body. ...Instead of my climaxing, like I had hoped I could at this point, something extremely sharp pricked inside of the small channel leading into my cum-gland, making it impossible for me to get over that precipice, and blow out that massive, aching load of mine. Whatever that projection was doing, my prostate was enlarged, then it finally expanded to excruciatingly ecstatic dimension. The insert grew ridges, which popped back and forth over the fully cognizant lips of my prostates opening. This, finally energized me into convulsions of a full orgasmic pleasure, forcing me into full-body queebles of spastic energy releases, but still not allowing for any flow of my sperm from a more typical dick orgasm.
The brightly lit, yellowish-orange finger extension, stayed fixed deep inside of my glowing prostate, and this throbbed and tweaked in time to the mass which was still pounding away throughout my body cabinet, sending my mind to a place that defies description. I grew newly aware of the existence of an inner surface membrane on the prostate, exactly like I was becoming acquainted for the first time with the entire length of my urethral tube. This orange mass, being filtered through my blood-jammed gism-organ, created an enlarging reservoir from that expanding light against the bluish purple tentacle which was now so entirely engaged in my entrails. ...This plateau of over-the-top ecstasy was not the end of it. Another part of the extension inside those tightened confines of my man pole reached even further up into my bladder. There, I could feel the tempestuous tendril expand and coil around, vibrating and soaking up the piss I had so sorely needed to squirt, but enlarged to such an extent inside of me, that even though I could feel the urine flow out of the membrane lodged in my water bag, I had the sensation like I still needed to pee, very badly. I also got the sensation that the192monstrous blob had been able to force its way past my bladder, spurting up the links into my two kidneys. There it squirmed little micro-filaments, and it absorbed whatever renal juices were there from them, making my back, under my rib cage, thrum and jiggle around the inside of me, despite the blue-violet invader filling my solar plexus to the maximum. ...These sensations grew in intensity until it was almost painful for me. That was when the alien amoeba released its full-body shockwaves into me of flashing, greenish-indigo lights and electricity that flared up my entire dick, prostate, bladder and tripes, with fireworks that left sparks flashing in my eyes, my tongue hanging out from my mouth, with drool driveling down my cheek, and my head jerking around, despite the weak support from the cottony wall. And, I was still attached amniotically upon the now blue-green electric eel, which continued wafting wildly around deep inside of my exploding abdominal play space, causing me to jerk and jump convulsively from the electrocution by ecstasy. I was gah-gah....After what seemed like glorious ages of this gut massaging, pummelling, proding and wild electrical shocks, I was a bowl full of Jell-o on a hot summer's day, babbling out in some unknown sex-speak. I got a clear picture in my mind of me following the sex monster out of my dream chamber, and since I somehow felt no threats, I calmly was lifted entirely on the tentacles filling me up to capacity, out of my cushioning support. I floated behind that glittering glob, out into a hallway made of the same non-distinct materials making up that "cocoon." The elongation that filled me to capacity treated me like a dog on a fat, cable-sized leash, anchored in my butt, and it pulled me effortlessly behind it, sometimes face up, sometimes face down, sometimes waggling me like a tail, but the thing always kept up its constant motion and squirming inside of me, while I wallowed wantonly in those delightful sensations of that total hyper-connectivity. ...I continued very much held in the thrall of what was wildly waltzing around my packed insides, for a while longer, connected totally to the "abdominal hole-jam," through my dick and ass. I remained in a misty state of remove, similar to the result of the stuff they used in dental offices, called nitrous oxide. However, I eventually became groggily aware that three were things happening:...1) we were not all alone in that passageway, but in my foggy, hopped-up state, my eyes were out of focus. But I was only aware of some weirdly jabbering beings passing me, and heading off in all directions. ...2) There were fabulous odors which I had never smelled before, but enjoyed voraciously and erotically. My mouth started to water....3) Escalating sounds like the muted, ululating sub-bass music of some type of an African ceremony, were somehow, seemingly coming at me from all directions. The blobs inner movements began to match the timing of the music.193
Chapter 10. My Life In The Clutches of Jabba, The Hutt.
Jabba: All of Him ~
After traveling while floating, being gently yet firmly pulled around for nearly an hour with the inserts into my dick and around my balls, as well as by that grossly distended butt hole connection, we entered through a huge portal where the music became deafening and the sounds of chatter grew cacophonous. Though I was feeling less and less weightless, I was still totally suspended in the air, stabbed on the fully inserted solidity punching up into my torso. My eyes were remaining blearily out of focus as we were passing through some crowd of what sounded like laughing creatures. I was being rudely poked, squeezed and pinched by those unseen things. I finally was brought close before an enormous, greenish-brown creature, whose appearance, though fuzzy, reminded me of a giant, obese salamander or hellbender. Then, a bass, gruff, gravelly voice came out of a wide bulge at the top of that porcine body, and immediately my vision cleared, while all the gyrations and lighting inside my torso became minimal. I was looking at a vastly uglier, more ominous twin, to Jabba the Hutt, from my favorite Sci-fi movie. How the author had known of this being was a mystery....Another two flitting things appearing like giggling, winged, red fairies from Earths Irish mythology, but with a dangerously pointed phalluses sticking at least two inches out of the crotch area, came up to my ears. I felt something like those sharp little penis-type spikes were being fucked into my eardrums. In less than a minute, a warm liquid gushed into my Eustachian canals, and dripped off of my ear lobes. Suddenly, I could begin to make sense out of snatches of phrases and conversations going on all around me. Those two tiny red demons, giggling harder, let go of my newly coherent ears, and escaped away out into the darkness. The Jabba-thing reached out with its long, slimy tail, and slowly stroked against my horrifically distended stomach, where that blobby alien was still slightly twitching and squirming around inside my barely illuminated, roping food processors, keeping time to the rhythm around us. ...That corrupted, bulbous, rattling end of his tail lifted and swatted down hard, just above my prostate, forcing another strand of dripping pre-cum to ooze out from my cock-head from around the blob's nasty, delicious insertion there. That things extension within my massively widened prick head slowly retracted its protrusion from so deep down inside of my stiffy, and removed itself from around my balls. I felt every millimeter of the yellow-lit extension, when it dutifully extracted itself, first from my kidneys, then removed the mass bunched up into my bladder, and finally it extricated itself, gradually, wriggling the entire, sensational journey through my packed urethra. Writhing and pulsating, while it kept up grossly thickening out, forcefully, along each section of that tube, the awful filler withdrew all the way to the top-most gash. A sloppy gooshing sound issued forth when my emptied manhood was ultimately released from that mind-blowing type of captivity. I felt rather relieved, but sort of missed my enlivening inserts....My stretched out, gaping, cock opening, lobbed a passel smattering of glowingly yellowish 194gummy matter, then began re-issuing forth another river of my pre-cum. I ached in all the right places. I could then hear the gravelly voiced Jabba say to me, "So, two-legs, I see you've been enjoying yourself, hmmmm?" He unfurled the tongue from his immense, fat-lipped mouth, like a butterflys coiled taster would. It was at least a yard long, and tapered to pencil thinness at its thinner, hollow tip. With it, he flicked a strand of the flowing pre-cum from around my dick, and encircled the shaft, slowly wringing it upwards, coaxing a long puddle of gism onto that sticky tip, which he then siphoned into a hollow at the bulb-end of his tongue, similar to using a straw in a milkshake. ...He let out his low moaning, belchinggurgle that stunk, and slowly pushed that elongated, greasy tongue fully down within my throbbing dickhead. All the while, he made those obscene sucking noises when he forcefully plunged himself much deeper into my urethras confines. He pulled my vertically standing cock downwards, closer toward his fixedly grinning mouth with two of his inordinately small arms, in order to get a better angle for stabbing into me. I could feel the insides of my member being sucked and stroked, while Jabba sunk the bore ever more invasively into that widely stretching slot of my extremely, newly sensitive meatus helmet. My grossly enlarged piss slit was again spread greatly outwards, even as the lining seemed to be hugging involuntarily onto this vile tongue insertion, which commandingly wheedled its way downward, constantly inching far into my confines. I writhed in my erotic delight, jabbering incoherently, while remaining crammed to capacity upon the supporting tentacle of the controlling, giant amoeba....My urethral passageway was bulged outward elastically while I felt the wriggling tongue slowly worm its way ineluctably within my blob-enhanced monumental shaft of 14 or 15 inches, until its forward-most lump at the sucking tip disappeared into the turn beneath my balls. This inbound movement was distending my chute outward even more, because the tongue widened out the deeper Jabba barbarically burrowed into the depths of me. As the splayed out sucker surged by my fraenum, where the creature's incarcerated, fat tentacle was already pushing my guts membranes out to their capacity, I sensed every damn cell inside of my dick tunnel squeezed and jostled, and yet Jabba's tongue sunk in lower and lower into my recesses, past the punching and seemingly always expanding blob-joint. ...I felt a kick as the broadened tip of his hollow tongue latched itself onto the opening to my prostate. He, not gently, sucked out another load of my fresh semen, which he brought up and out with some coordinated pulling contractions with his tongue, which I elaborately sensed internally along the length of my piss tube. He kept up his vacuuming probe inside there, making those grossly vile, sucking sounds, and deeply humming with his enjoyment. This was causing his slippery, slimy tongue to vibrate, all the way from my entrapped cock head down to my fully tormented prostate gland. Despite my revulsion, I admit I had no complaints. ...Occasionally, I could feel when he exhaled a draft of putridly hot, phlegm-laden air, which went up into my bladder, setting it on fire, and putting even more intense pressures against 195the alien still cavorting noticeably in my blue-tinged intestines. Once my bladder was fully distended with his poisonous, putrescent, offal-filled breath, he popped in the end of his tongue inside it and inhaled and exhaled, causing more of my juices to be forced into the fluid channel around his flopping tongue. I could feel him whip those pointy lips back and forth like a crazed metronome inside of the rank air, and Jabba-snot packed, bladder bag. ...Looking down, I could see the full outlines of his grasping sucker when it splayed itself against the wall of my lower belly at the base of my stallion-sized meat. He was shifting and tweaking those newly created, raw, sensory nerve endings within my battered bladder, inhaling and exhaling his sputum into and out of me, with a noxious guttural wheeze, like some snoring apnea sufferer. After several long minutes of this ugly twitching, sucking, swallowing and moaning, he gradually withdrew his foul tongue from the deepest reaches inside my cock, fluttering the annoying tip all along the nerve-sparking inner tube, and occasionally latching onto the sides, while he retreated. ...I thought he was going to pull my whole insides out with this rancorous withdrawal. Just as I thought he was coming all the way from my grasping sheath, he would jam his tongue right to its limit inside my abused tract, pushing the base of my bladder roughly into that blob's filling, fucking into it over and over again. When he had done this barging in a few dozen times, I felt his bloat pass back past the pressure point, where the malleable invader was still pushed up inside my body, between my out-splayed legs, taking my ass lips out to their widest limit. ...I felt as every bump and oily roughness from the dancing tip of Jabba's sucking and snot-wad excreting tongue moved from down near my balls, up my bloated, rock-hard, now horse-sized cock, till it squelched audibly out of my inflamed, purple, cock head. My dick let out an unseemly, loud burping sound, with the moist rush of the nasty, goobered air which Jabba had blown inside of me escaping, along with some noxiously- odored strands of his greenish-brown mucous. This clung tenaciously to the sides of my meaty slab in a viscous gooeyness. ...Jabba heaved out his fetid sigh, and apparently, unable to quench his needs just yet, with excruciating deliberation, wriggled his disgusting tongue all the way back up into my dick chute, clearly taking his time, and sucking me totally dry from whatever piss, semen and burning excretions of his were left. He reached up to and went inside my bladder, which he again inflated, then deflated, several more times, with a monotonic regularity, using his gummy, phlegm-filled breath, sounding just like a hog at its trough. The extension of the blob's tentacle buried to the hilt in me, played along beside Jabba's tongue, squeezing the bladder bag from the outside, while Jabba inflated me from the inside. I began to get that "desperately needing to piss," sensation. ...Jabba's rattle-ended tail beat down heavily on the area just above my prostate, mercilessly, in a synchronicity with the gropings inside of me. This time, it even felt like he was trying to force his way inside the ducts connecting to my kidneys. I am pretty sure he could not force his enlarged tongue sucker into that passage, but I am not positive about that, after all of the arcane physical alterations to my anatomy that the blob had earlier induced. He 196may actually have blown some of that horrific pus-like discharge into my kidneys all the same, for my new nerve endings sensed the gummy, curd-like pressure. This wriggling, squeezing and suckling took several more long minutes, though it seemed to me like it was very much more extended in time, with the enhanced nerves sprouting inside of my teased, tortured and distorted urinary tract all during that time. ...When Jabba eventually grew tired of the sport, he again punched his way slowly back out of my distended piss tunnel, stopping every so often in order to suck upon those sides of it where he had perhaps missed a strand of my semen, or his offal. He finally fully withdrew the meaty rigidity its complete length from in my cock. I watched the progression of that corrupt, inflated tip jerking out through inch after stretched out inch, up the whole inflated shaft. This excruciating removal was followed by a sticky snapping sound when he spread his tongue-hole lips flaringly outward, sucking my cock holes opening inside out into his tongues hole in a total prolapsing of those urethral linings, and the awakened nerve cells. ...He sucked more and more of my painfully distended, scarlet mucosal lining up and into his tongue opening, pulling my dick roughly away from my body, while the blobs projectile still held my ass firmly in place. The sensation, to say the expected, was unearthly. Once my dicks mouth formed its puffy ring of blood-engorged mucous membranes, similar to an ass-rose, up inside his fowl pucker, he snorted another foul load of his smelly, greenish, chunky, snot-gravy into me, backfilling my agitated canal to its engorged base. At long last, Jabba released my cock from the control of his vacuuming tongue hole....After it exited from my deeply raped dick-hole, the tongue springingly rolled back up into his gaping maw. He grumbled from the very back of his throat, "Much as I relish the taste of the two-legs nectar, I must wait for the caviar-seed." He then gurgled, "I do hope that (something unpronounceable) has prepared you for the special entertainment presented to my guests tonight." Jabbas huge, awful, deeply red, moon-sized eyes turned unblinking to the indistinct creature still deeply connected inside of my vault, vibrating far inside my body, and he authoritatively commanded it, "Place him." ...The immense amoeba-thing floated me around onto Jabba's backside, out of view from the other attendees in the great hall, and it slowly lowered me onto a softened material next to Jabba's enormous tail. The thing then began making the slow extraction of that glowing, now midnight-blue projection from within my intestines, wiggling and waltzing around my insides, making my stomach look like a banner flapping in a strong wind. I felt an obscene "plop," when it withdrew from my ascending colon. I was fascinated, tracking the violet-toned, blue bulge moving from the right to left, right underneath my rib cage, beating itself repeatedly up against my diaphragm. The darkening incandescence was slowly dimming with its intensity, and its twisting, tediously extended removal, inexorably progressed.
It stuck out its dimly-lit finger wand, and traveled one more time up my vacated intestines, slamming past the turn into my small intestines, and there it did a wild jig, tracing all of the turns and angles, journeying as far as my stomach, where the probe again stopped upon its197reaching my esophagus. The coolness of the excretions there assuaged my sore, scream-abraded throat, and somehow calmed my jangled nerves with the fluids it placed in there. Once the evilness was ultimately contained in my whole alimentary passageway, it started a quick diddling vibration, and again pulled back, retracting through my whole upper body in a crazed waggling throughout each and every turn. These procedures felt like it was attempting to drag my entire digestive insides out with it. I gleaned when the dimming light, from the melon-sized ball, retracted from my upper left side, and it began the final withdrawals from my super-inflated rectal area. ...Once it got closer to my anal opening and the area of my prostate, it seemed to swell up into gargantuan proportions. If Jabba's grubby tail had not just then reached around to hold me tightly in my place, that demon probably would not have been able to yank itself out of me. My ass lips pooched outward in a yearningly inflamed farewell kiss from my puckered, hemorrhoidal neediness. But, it eventually did fully make the long exit from my clammy embrasures, and my sublimely mangled butt hole tried to snap close around the projectiles knobbed end, but instead, it hung loosely open, gaping and filling with cool room air. Another long stream of pearly viscous pre-cum splashed outward from my dick hole and coated my shaft with another dollop of goo. At last, it appeared there was just nothing left inside my dug-out canal to excrete, except for my own natural ass juices, but the abundance of ass-juice also seemed to be enhanced by the blobs cellular alteration of my elements of erotic semen juice production....While I have never been so turned on, or had an incessant hard-on this raging, I also have never felt so completely empty, and I let out an audible groan. Jabba must have heard this, because no sooner had that gelatinous thing moved out of my line of vision, than Jabba's enormous, muscled tail inched its way off of my torso and began to play with my yawning, distended butt hole. Jabba never turned his head, nor indicated any acknowledgement of my presence, but he deftly took the prehensile tail's tip, ringed and shaped almost like a rattle-snake's, and forcefully began to work its way, inch by expanding inch, between my ass cheeks. As he did so, I felt rings and nodules begin to pass thru my anus. Those rings would distend my sphincter, which would then snap shut after they passed around to the narrower sections. I had experienced these sensations earlier when the Tenoch had used the gold circle enlargers, and when the Chokle witch doctor had worn the ivory ringed gates of hell around his appendage....There were nodules laying inside of the valleys between the rings, and every time my ass muscle snapped closed onto these area with less girth, the tight pressures of my sphincter forced the gooey substances out from those nodules, which my tissues then immediately absorbed. I recognized the extremely heady sensations those excretions caused of being similar to the amyl nitrate, "poppers," I often had inhaled to enhance sexual pleasures on Earth. Only, these chemical secretions made poppers seem comparatively tame, when those emulsions sent my already precariously twisted mind reeling in a shattered abandon. My arms and legs, though fully weighted now, were still useless, but there was nothing left 198to hold me in place to offset the insertive pressure from his tail. So, using the emplaced end of his plug to anchor me, he pulled my body closer to his backend, like a elephant uses its nose to put food or waterinto its mouth. ...To my horror, my paralyzed, but still very much full of enhanced feeling,foot fell against the sloppy, slippery pucker of Jabbas anal pore, with chunks of remaining waste clinging to the edges. I was repelled when I realized my foot was slowly sinking into that awful quagmire of his waste channel. It felt to me like I was stepping into a tub of muddy river dirt, and his loose crap wedged between my toes with a sensual repugnance. His anus began milking itself onto my ankle, sucking me inside him with a similar sensation to quicksand, only this hole was much more slimy. ...The heat and totally disgusting nature of this act was, despite my overtaxed state of thought, beginning to make me even hornier. Each time that Jabba would force a couple of more inches of his tail into my ass, his huge sphincter would then clamp tightly onto my embedded leg. Alternatively, whenever he would expand his inserted tail to hold my ass in place, then he would force my calf further up into his loose, sludgy, crap-packed rectum. Once his ass reached up to the top of my kneecap, he held me there while his rattling tail kept on going deeper within my intestinal channel. ...Inch after inch, Jabba contorted that python-sized tail inside me, and again, I could clearly trace the outline of the tail when it lashed back and forth in my guts, rising up and falling, tweaking over and around. It vibrated the tip with an audible rattling sensation, just like the Earths serpent with the diamond back patterns. The tail reached in over a foot, where it encountered my upper curve, but instead of taking time to open me up, as the blob-thing did, Jabba simply squeezed out a larger leakage of his nodule juices into my distended ass, dilating both my mind and butt muscles with the chemically induced reactions. ...Jabba then smoothly pushed up onto my diaphragm, where he turned and snaked his way over to my right side. He rattled his tail-tip violently the entire way, while the slickened mucosal skin of his lower body gratingly slithered across my ass lips. These, in due course widened out to their capacity when he grew in girth, the closer it got to his massive body. Apparently familiar with human anatomy and the flexure connections, (I dread to think of the number of mistakes he made before me), he did this in a decidedly unwavering, but non-scary way. I again welcomed those full-feeling sensations within me once again, which released large buckets of endorphins into my brains pleasure centers. ...Jabba stopped when he reached my right side, and then started to swell, and constrict, and again enlarge his tails circumference further. Like before, he forced his way aggressively inside of my deepest cavity, and poked his tails tip down to my lower right side, where he began to increase those rattling vibrations and twitches around my yielding abdomen. He traversed right to left, up and down, and poked the tip out in a distended protrusion right behind my navel, forming a pyramid from out of my quivering umbilical flesh. He moved my innards about, just like a conductor who was waving his baton. By this time, my cock and balls had begun almost aching with their need to release. But while Jabba brought me right up to the brink of my climax several times, he released something else, or he pushed 199upon some spot, having the distracting effect of really bad poppers, or some of the ethyl chloride gas, which took away my re-filled prostate's anticipatory and pre-ejaculation enlargement. I was nearly being driven out of my mind with my uncontrollable, wanton, sexual wallowingness. For once, I felt like I could be allowed to selfishly, uninhibitedly pig out on the pleasurabilities, like never before. My whole being was absolutely centered on that rank object heartily filling me up to nearly the point of my bursting apart.....I lost track of time as I floated on a cloud of the dopamine-like chemicals that Jabba's tail was apparently releasing into my system for absorption. Unlike the cocaine highs I had done when with the Tenoch and the Chokle in my silly youth, there was no chasing these highs, because it was a constant plateau of ecstasies. Eventually, Jabba stopped with the flicking of his massive tail around inside of my intestines, like some distracted cat, and he began to actually raise me up off of my cushioned area into the air. This resulted in my leg being pulled out from the muck of his colonic embrasure. My heel snapped free and a pile of shit squelched out of his hole along with my refuse-coated foot. The smell was that of raw sewage and long-dead things. Again, I was in touch with nothing but his enormously embedded tail, wedged so deeply inside within me, that it was holding me upright, with my paralyzed arms hanging limply by my sides. A small line of drool was dripping out off of my lips, and some of Jabba's abundant turn-on batters kept flowing down on the insides of my thighs.
The Exhibition ~
He brought his tail, and the penetrated me on it, around to the front of the raised platform, where I was held naked, and throbbingly erect, making an embarrassing display of me in front of an audience that was spawned from nightmares. Jabba insistently brought the tip of his tail to the front of my stomach, enabling that weird crowd to see as it squirmed and twitched just beneath my skin. Sometimes, he was reaching around, down to just above my prostate, where he kept squeezing out until another unending strand of his burning, greenish-brown, nasty sputum issued out of my cock. He repeated this, until pure dick-snot flowed out from my puffy cock hole. He rudely rattled with his tail tip unceasingly, for everyone, or more likely, everything, to hear. This felt like I was actually some sort floppy puppet being, insanely manipulated internally by that lunatic, amphibious, monster puppeteer, Jabba. He then made a come hither upraised gesture towards the assemblage with his shrunken hands. ...Various hideous creatures from the audience then began to come up to the stage, one by one, and sop up my dripping semen-nectar. The elated reactions were clearly the result of those aphrodisiac properties contained in my juices. Meanwhile, Jabba crunched on some squealing snack behind me, grunting fart-like noises in time to the ambient sounds. Some repulsive things simply let my fluids fall onto an appendage, which was then placed back near some opening on their body, where it was inserted. One of these beings grew out a little, furry proboscis, nearly like a miniature elephant, which it wormed inside my lankly opened piss crevasse, where it sucked itself in deeper and deeper, until it nearly had suck-pulled its whole head inside of my urethra, stretching my dick lips out beyond belief. 200
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This alien thing, exhaled humidly, and withdrew once my slobbering juices had been taken up in its nose, each of those wriggling hairs covering the wagging snout setting my tube ablaze. Another hassock-like thing inserted wire after wire of thin filaments inside my cock hole, until they formed what felt like a miniature phallus, which then climbed up into me past the fraenum, where the wires extended into the vans deferens tubes, and began infiltrating my floating testes with its crazying twists and flicks. My swollen balls were bounced all about within their soupy-filled sack. ...That creature reminded me about one described in a story by Mason Powell/Studebaker, one of the founders of the Earths Renaissance Festivals. It was entitled Ghrengiswold. I wondered if he also might have been influenced by a non-earthly being who had been a prior guest here, since his stories were always outside the envelope. Manyof myloads were lost to his detailed descriptions. Pushing further past the blockage of Jabba's pulsing tail, more of the wires went into the duct for my prostate, and whipped around in the confines, triggering releases from the new sensory nerve arrays growing in there. Without letting up, more of the wires entered into my bladder, packing it, and poked into those tiny tubes from my kidneys. I could feel them squirming and all twisting throughout the entirety of my urinary tract. However, unlike the blob, this wire-thing kept on going. I felt all of my inter-connective organs being slowly invaded, sucked and then pummeled about. A pleasant burning sensation started filling the area of my entire abdominal cavity. ...When my balls drew up inside my bloated nut sack to discharge torrents of my cum, Jabba grumbled, "Not your's," and those wires quickly withdrew, twitching maddeningly about with their withdrawal through every duct which they had invaded, giving one last crack of the whip to my outsized glans lips. The next monster looked very much like an Earth-type squid, in that it was all mouth around eight flailing tongues. When it approached me, the smallest tongue entered my cock, and the tiny suckers which covered the surfaces attached themselves onto my entire inner piss shafts intima cells. Once it had reached my bladder, it there began rhythmically sucking on my sensitized walls. Another of the larger tentacles worked its way up alongside Jabba's tail, and flattening itself, forced its way further within my asshole, all the way past Jabba's rattling tip into my small intestines where it twiddled with my cognizant membranes. ...Two more of those suckers were attaching themselves to my protruding nipples, and they began pulling out the abundant, clear mammary juices newly being generated there, also. A final bract wrapped around my smelly, shit-stained foot, and efficiently cleaned off the residue of Jabbas leg-rape. After being fully satiated, it released me and it, too, withdrew. Eventually, no more of those hell-spawn came up onto the stage. This was only after the countless others of those horrific molestations happened from things I will need to forget, including the inserting of ball-shaped, bumpy appendages from some thing, inside of my several body openings, to fiery stingers inflicted inside of my sensitized nipples, and that cadaverous smelling, scabrous extension reaching into and past my stomach through my mouth and nose, as well as receiving some clamping, toothless attachments onto my soft 201skin areas, and worse. If it were not for the release of the chemicals from Jabbas pulsing tail nodules, which kept my brains inside a web of delirious remove, I might not have been able to withstand the vehemently assaulting onslaughts.
Chapter 11. My Life With The Cthulthu Commander.
The Central Attraction ~
The audience grew quiet when Jabba's rumbling voice echoed, "I hope you have enjoyed the preliminary activities. Tonight, I shall bring you another in my special entertainment series for you, The Sex Rituals of Odd Species, which involve this evening's display of a humanoid's legendary sexual proclivities. I am abundantly, and now personally aware, of the value of these humanoid seeds and nectars among you in our Empire who have fought so bravely to settle this unruly galaxy. ...As my reward to the mighty Cthulthu Commander, who successfully completed this region's recent campaign, I have prepared this two-legged specimen for him to enjoy, and for you to join in, on your table holograms, as spectators, for your individual amusement." With that, Jabbas gross tail drew me forward toward a platform which was surrounded on the sides with highly reflective surfaces, so that all of the actions taking place there could be easily seen from anyone in the audience. Various hologram monitors were strategically placed around the dais in an extended sphere, with holographic display screens lighting up underneath the glassine table tops at each group's location. These gave those taunting creatures the particular ability to focus on, magnify, or multiply the broadcasting holographic images to their own satisfaction, from virtually any viewers angle. ...A larger, gaseous, yellow-winged fairy-thing floated to where my arms hung loosely at my sides. Deftly raising my useless arms, I was firmly attached onto a tubular circle of some type of hardened substance, and I was suspended in mid-air with this alien construct. My legs were additionally stretched outwardly, so that I was completely, vulnerably spread-eagled. My beleaguered ass pit was to hang down and vacantly open. ...The ring could be moved to lay me parallel to the platforms surface, on my side, or they could even hang me upside-down. Apparently, the Empires mastery of gravity was far advanced beyond the current present knowledge about it on Earth. The device was hinged in the middle to make it possible for my body to be folded in two. Once I was affixed onto this ring, Jabba slowly removed his humongous tail from my intestines, not sparing me his several whips and twists of the notched tip, so that the continuous rattling staccato could be easily heard emanating from inside of my jammed bowels. My stomach roiled about with those overt gyrations of his extended, extractive motions. My Jabba-juice accosted mind was barely present to witness this protracted type of protracted withdrawal by then....Once Jabba fully extricated himself out from me, with one last ballooning of his rattles to stretch me to my limits, several pinkish, small, rat-sized, slug-like things worked over his messy tail, sucking off my juices and his, until he was back to his former greasiness. They then converged on me en masse, and slimed up my legs, one by one plopping through my ass maw. I could feel their grubbing progression up through my intestines when they did 202their cleaning and preparations for what was to come. From my distant reflection, I could see each individual lump as it moved up, over, and deeper into me, sucking and licking those raw nerves recently grown inside my channels. ...More of the oily slugs plowed into me and began to wrestle for the takings found inside of me, crawling over each other and fighting for purchase as they drew farther into my tender innermost coils. They eventually bunched near my opening to my small intestines, and one by one, formed a slow procession upwards through that now stretched-out maze inside of my guts. The audience cheered and guffawed as those worms were tracked by the moving pouches of my bellys skin bulges, and I blearily pleaded for help, to no avail. This activity did not really hurt me, and in fact, it felt great to have this things igniting the sparks from my burgeoning expanse of new sensory contact points. It was that I just could not know what was going to happen when they reached the other end. The little demons took their time in this procession, and slowly worked up into my furthest distances, while more and more squeezed through my lax, helpless, asshole's opening. ...One of their clutch suctioned up the side of my enormous erection, and stuck its pointed end into my cock-heads hole. Gradually, elongating itself out bit by bit, it wriggled and it wedged itself down the enlarged pee vessel leading inside by manhood. Eventually all that hung out from the end of my staff, was about 3 inches of pink tail whipping around as that devious slug spiraled around within that confining sheath of my meaty column, its snouts tip extended into my bladder, snapping around as the twirling inside my canal increased in spinning. Tiny filaments covered the slimy surface, which abraded the sensate lining of my organ. After a very long time, there were no more slugs coming into me. My stomach pouch was fully distended and alive with wriggles, jiggles and occasional outward prods of these abominations. ...Over and under they squirmed as they passed one another in me, fought squelching battles, or stayed put in order to investigate something they found interesting within my anatomy. I found out soon enough their exit strategy once those grubs tumbled into my belly, one by one, until several moved around in my tummy tank. Then, as they climbed up my throat, I repeatedly convulsed, regurgitating each one over and over again, spewing them from my mangled throat onto the stage, until they all lay satisfied and spent upon the spot-lit floor. The maggot in my cock screwed itself expandingly backwards till it, too, plopped onto the dais. And, again, I felt a hollowness in me that was wrenching. My ass hung slackly open, and the outer coolness of the stage could be felt deeply and refreshingly inside of my wide open, spread out rectum. ...The cool air brushing my skin was refreshing, until the area suddenly became flooded with packets and spots of light, and the temperature began to climb higher. I tried to look into the shadowy audience to see anything identifiable, but those bright stage lights made that impossible. Shortly, a type of new music I had never heard before began to play, and its deeply bass percussion sounds reverberated throughout my entire body, down to the nubs 203of my toes. Somehow, it kept in time to, and greatly enhanced that throbbing within my rampantly engorged cock, now at nearly 18 inches in disproportionate length. I was as thick as a fire pole, arching outward from my groin toward the audience, while bouncing up an down with each beat of my heart. More schmutz dripped onto the floor beneath me coming from out of each of my now slavering apertures. Not to be wasted,, even smaller critters lapped it all up, darting quickly into the light from out of the surrounding darkness. Whatever those slugs had done, I felt revitalized, and I believed I was ready for whatever was to come, my creeping exhaustion and delirium forgotten, and my incessant trepidation a thing of the past. These alien secretions seemed to uniformly affect me in ways that defy explanation, but their aphrodisiac results were very welcome....I heard the crowd start to mutter, and make approving noises when a newer essence filled up the room. This was the aromatic smell of pure male-sex. The scent was musky, heavy, sweaty and jammed with the type of exciting pheromones I could not begin to understand. It reminded me of the lingering smells of man-gism at sex venues on Earth. Into the light came another of the alien beings that I can only say looked similar to the most gruesomely imagined, huge devil, straight from the fantasies of some religious hell. It shown smoothly sunset-iridescent red everywhere, except its glistening central area and upper region which were covered in a reflectively black coating of skin, like a glassy obsidian. This horror had five legs, with sharp talons at their ends, and it had four more limbs which could have been its massive arms. Under these stalks were some incongruent slashes of gold-bright, yellow markings. When my eyes reached back up toward the leviathans center region, I realized that the large fifth leg extending from the center part of the body did not actually touch all the way down to the floor. I then began to worry. ...When the beast slowly approached me, it did a slow circle around me, apparently sizing me up, and sniffing the air, apparently for my essences. When it reached back to my front again, a widely forked tongue flicked out of a head shaped like a cayman, or alligator, on an ancient Egyptian gods statue, but crowed with horns of a Minotaur. That tongue, like Jabba's, was at least a full yard long. Gradually, it reached out to me and touched on my throbbing cock with what must have been its hands, but were just soft, moist pads. I felt electricity shoot through my rod, and up into my chest. Bending down the front two leg appendages, the frightfulness lowered its nine-foot frame to my face. Its reflective black eyes had no whites and no pupils. As I gazed into those awful eyes, I suddenly began to feel less anxious, and grew more welcoming. Also, the more he stared into my eyes, the more sexual I began to feel. ...He spoke to me with his hypnotically soft hiss, "I come not here to bring you ssordidpain, two legss. My goal iss tossecure uss both ssome ssweet,ecsstatic pleasuress. Will you let me do thiss with you?"
...
I slightly nodded my head without really taking my eyes off of his fathomless black orbs.
...
Then, he said, "I am Cthulthu, a shape shifter. I will take any form and do anything to your body that I sso dessire, and Isswear thiss will ssupply you ecsstassiess never knownamongsst your sspeciess. Will you allow me thiss?"
...
I nodded my assent, again, and those butterflies in my stomach started up. My face flushed hotter with my desire for him.204...
He continued, "Our hosst here hass besstowed upon me a thiss great honor in hiss pressenting me witha true creator of the sseed ass coveted ass your sspeciesss iss. It iss one of the sstrongesst natural aphrodissiacss known, and it cannot be replicated. But, he hass given thiss gift with the undersstanding that we have to entertain him and hiss guesstss, ass well. I believe that if we do ass you have now conssented to do, there will be no need for uss to do anything additional in our coupling. Do you agree with thiss?"
...
Again, I nodded in my hypnotic consent.
Then, he whispered in a voice so deep in its register and so erotically charged, that I could feel all of my skin covering in my prickly gooseflesh, "Let uss sstartwith our desstined time together, my sspecial, ssenssual Earthling....Cthulthu's hand immediately began to elongate, as did his arm. The other limbs, save one other arm, and two legs, retracted into his body. His middle leg began to stiffen and rise up. He turned the wheel I was attached horizontally, which put me at that same level with his middle leg. This organ turned into a phallus-shaped object, also that same color, and shiny as obsidian. This meaty tube began to leak out with an iridescent, powdery blue ooze. This issuance he placed at my mouth. What aroma I smelled, made my mind reel and my body stiffen with my anticipation. It was reminiscent of an odor I recall from my unforgotten, first lover, Mark. Totally masculine, totally charged, and totally wonderful. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to taste it. The serving was salty, sweet, and chocolaty at the same time. ...The minute my tongue touched it, my brain exploded with a poppers-like reeling. I could not wait to get all of its fabulous mass into my mouth. That black immensitys radiance was a lot hotter than I expected, but it fit my inside mouth perfectly, and easily slid within my accommodating jaws, till several inches of it packed my bloated cheeks. I could not have expected something appearing that hard to be so soft and silken in texture across my tongue. I pulled my head back and stuck my tongue into the opening at the end. To my amazement, my entire tongue slid facilely into the hole, all the way to my root. When I twitched my tip around the inside of his heated vessel, I could hear Cthulthu moan softly with his pleasure, and also his passionate encouragement. ...After a delicious minute or two, I pulled my tongue back out of his hole, and a gush of a hot, sticky liquid filled my mouth. I willingly swallowed every single drop, which heated my throat all the way to my emptied stomach, where it caused me to want even more. He again leaned forward and his phallus pushed slowly into my mouth, this time all the way to the back of my throat. It felt like it belonged there. At this point, nothing else mattered. I did not think again about Jabba, the spectators, nor where I was, nor what had previously happened. This was the whole of it all for me. Cthulthu pulled back an inch, or so, and I took a deep breath. The long, black, throbbing piece of male flesh slowly extended forth into my neck. Its tip went past my esophagus, which surprisingly, had no gag reflex. The flavor remained on my tongue the entire time, making my head spin, and my ass twitch. I felt more percolate oozing out of the tip of my dick. Further into me it pushed, until I felt as it moved inside my stomach.
205...
Then, an unusual thing happened. It felt like the tip of his organ began to move around inside of my stomach, as if it was prehensile. It massaged on my insides for awhile, and when my breath grew short, he slowly pulled it back up to my mouth, where I tasted his juices mixed with mine, again making my mind whirl. He kept on performing this erotic insertion several more times, each time making me more and more turned on, each time wonderfully massaging my stomach from the inside. After the last of these insertions, he left it inside of me a little longer, and I felt myself begin to be filled up with a warm liquid. My whole body flushed, and I grew as hot as a day in the desert sun. I grew faint from lack of any air, and he withdrew and turned me right side up again on the movable wheel. I could feel his waste liquids sloshing around within my abdomen, continually heating me and making me break out into a hot sweat. ...When I faced him again, his eyes held a warmth and gentleness, with a depth I had never seen. It felt like the moment I had been waiting for forever. His body had elongated and he was now as long as he had been tall. He elastically placed himself right at the level of my cock and I observed him open his fearsome jaws wide, and took my entire, out-sized cock, into his mouth. The ministrations of the earlier abominations had somehow made my dick grow even more unbelievable in length, to at least 18 inches, and it was now close to being as big around as my bicep. The warm suctioning of his full lips was thrilling, and made my dick get even thicker, if that was possible. It was here that I concluded that as much as human juices acted as an explosve aphrodisiac to these space creatures, the reverse effect upon me was just as potent in its similar effect....At first, I felt the flicker of his forked tongue toying and teasing at the tip of my glans. He massaged the sensitized flesh and ran down the entire length of it. He opened up his jaws much wider and sucked in my balls, now swollen to the size of oranges. He rolled them lazily around on his quivering tongue, then placed them between his magnificent lips and gums, where his cheeks muscles deftly continued to massage them along with his tongue, which he withdrew until it touched the tip of my glans, again . Slowly, he began to work his mouths liquids into my tube, gently pushing his tongue in ever deeper, plumbing these fluids much farther into my shafts dark interiors. The two ends of that forked extension played against the linings, and it pushed outward, then back together, spreading me and prodding around in an intimate exploration of my anatomy. ...I felt a squirting sensation come out of the two tips, and realized that he had gland ducts inside his tongue holes, secreting another fluid into my tract. My dick began to heat up, and as he forced his tongue further within my hole, and I grew more turned on. I felt him reach the turn into my body, and he wriggled his forked tips as his passed through the area making my dick jump in his hot mouth. The erotic spray kept on lubricating my dick tube with his hormonal juices, and he kept sliding further into me, stretching my dick-lips out even further than before where his tongue widened at the base. Eventually he reached my prostate. There, he split his tongue in two, and worked the separated tips inside the gland, sucking up my semen through his tongue holes, and whipping those two tips around inside 206of the confines, driving me into sensory madness. As much flowing semen that I produced up to this point, the body chemicals he was sluicing into me forced the production of even more of my elixir. ...I felt him withdrawing from inside my prostate, and surge up into my bladder, where he kept on extending his tongue, until I felt the need to piss again. All this while, his tongue kept executing a swirling waving motion inside of my sheathing urethra, broadening it out, and sensitizing the lining even more greatly than my already heightened body senses were feeling. I felt the two forks separate again and elongate as thin filaments into the passages from my bladder into my kidneys. There, he stayed and played with my body as he moved my organs from the inside, while I writhed in ecstasy from the pleasures he was forcing upon me. He hummed and vibrated his lips upon my cock, and also against the tongue then firmly lodged inside of my poles hole, until I was being driven just plain nuts from the enjoyment of the expert attention....After what seemed an interminable time, I felt his phallus start to massage my hole, or at least I thought so. His middle appendage had no head, just a rounded end to it, so when I felt my ass start to stretch wider than the projectile that had been inside of my mouth and stomach, I realized he was using his arm appendage. He massaged the puckery flesh that was around my anal opening and slapped my ass, hard enough to make me divert away my attention from what his tongue was doing with my internal organs. He lightly scooped up some of the illuminated, pale blue drool copiously leaking from out of his phallus, and he forced it inside of me. This again had the effect of the rush from the best poppers. Slowly, he began applying more pressure to my anus. Somehow, his hand pad had grown in size to more mammoth proportions. This proceeded to stretch me wider and wider, out to the point where I could barely stand it, then he withdrew. He scooped more alien dick-drool into my hole, and again began forcefully pushing into me. ...Just when he got to that point where I thought, worriedly, I would probably be split apart, he did something internally with his talented tongue against my prostate, while yanking on both of my kidneys with his forked tips. That alarm diverted my attention enough, and his gigantic pole slipped slowly within me. I felt my ass ring portentously closing over an area somewhat narrower, and a long ways from the beginning. I felt that exhale of a coming home, at last type of feeling. His hand-pad began making its inevitable ascent down into my bowels. ...First, he used his probing to play with his embedded tongue, whenever it pressed outwards against my prostate, and he squeezed my bladder firmly around that portion of his tongue wildly playing inside there. Finally, he subtly, and gently, massaged those smallest tunnels leading out into my kidneys. All that while, his tongue kept up a steady tattoo against the entire length inside of my urinary tract. He constantly wiggled the kidney-wracked probes and wriggled the length of it. He stretched out the throbbing girth, until I felt like I was becoming melded and totally one with his tongue, the cock in my throat, the appendage in my intestines, and the mouth on my shaft. Every time I focused on my guts, there would be an overriding sensation in my prostate. When I centered on my prostate, puffy lips 207would milk my shaft and his insertion. And so forth, I would be overwhelmed in one of the fledgling erotic zones, followed by an even more pleasurable sensation in another, then another new feeling erupted inside my skin....His arm extension stretched into me inch by inch, swinging back and forth, running across the inside of each stomach muscle from top to bottom. He tweaked and punched onto my prostate and bladder, while his outside arm pad stroked and massaged the skin areas which were located just above wherever his hand moved internally. He brought his Brobdinagian pad back out all the way, forcing my hugging sphincter to turn nearly inside out. He then scooped up some more of his blue, drooling phallus juice, and punched back in all the way again. He did this routine like a piston, until I was hoarse from screaming out my rapture. I could see his hand pad moving my gut under the corresponding other, cupping pad, on top of my stomach. It looked like a bouncing ball caught in a catcher's mitt whenever he would twitch the ends of it.
...After another long period of this reckless punching within my ass cavity, he stopped his progression into me at the top turn, and began to work his way through my upper curve. His hand elongated, and widened several times, till I felt him enter the inner lateral colon chamber. As he pushed across my transverse colon, I could see the pronounced outline of his hand pad, where it advanced slowly from my left side all the way over to my far right. At that same time, the ongoing suctioning from his engulfing mouth increased, and it felt like my horse cock had entered into his belly, or it was sucked into him. His tongue again increased in its dimensions, stretching my spread dick hole to nearly a garden hose width. The blobs newly generated nerve endings combined exponentially with Cthulthus juices to transport the feelings inside of my manhood to newer, even more potent levels....When he reached my right side, where my colon turns downward, he again elongated his hand pad, and by using several spaced contractions, he slid into the final cavern. When he inched his way down that next passageway, I could feel the bulging muscles of his upper arm expanding my hole to its furthest point yet. After several back and forth movements, his hand pad eventually reached the place where my appendix was located. Those tongue holes released out another torrent of his devious chemicals into my kidneys, which were absorbed immediately, and they sent my spinning mind into overdrive. ...He then did what I had thought was the impossible. I felt him forcefully elongate his hand pad into my small intestine, past the caucus strictures between the large and smaller channel, and he started working its way up even further into my guts. I have never felt so focused, nor more out of it. The feeling of Cthuthus dominating, masculine, gargantuan hand taking over all of my insides was putting me at the edge of my wits. Then, he nimbly swung his remarkable body around into a more contorted position whichallowed him to get greater access into my body....He retracted his extended phallus from my throat, massage the enflamed membranes all the way. He tipped the movable circular ring, so that my head was no longer parallel to the stage, but hanging face down, thus placing it level with that glistening, black, center 208phallus of his. This, he again put onto my open lips, and I relished the taste of his sweet blue essences flooding into my mouth again. And again, my heart pounded and my mind flipped when I felt his fluid, malleable hand pad move unhesitantly up inside my guts, all the way into my stomach. At the same moment, his fabulous black meat drove quickly past my lips, and hit the back of my throat. ...Another hollow protrusion coming from his crotch area crept in alongside it, and while his huge, throbbing piece of flesh worked its way downward into my stomach, the other tubular penetrator sunk itself into my lungs, filling me with the oxygen-laden air I needed not to pass out. This meant I did not need to gasp for air around his insertion, so that I could fully enjoy the sensation of it filling my throat, my viscera and purr from the hands massaging the covering, bloated skin of my rampaged belly. ...Suddenly, I felt two very sharp stabs at my nipples. I tried to scream around his phallus as needle-like lances growing out of reforming arm projections on his body, pierced into my nipples. Two more sharp needles coming from different directions pierced into me again. Several smaller ones kept up the feeling of having my distended nipples being constantly fucked by tiny dicks, over and over again. An increasing electrical current began to flow into those needles, and made my whole body vibrate. Cthulthu opened up his wide mouth, sucked in my engorged balls, and his two hypodermic-like, sharp fangs violently bit down on my testicles, causing a release of pain endorphins into a brain already saturated with the pleasure-causing chemicals. The black phallus in my stomach began to expand, like a dog knot, only at the distant ending, locking it firmly in its place. ...His hand pad fully entered inside my stomach, and wrapped itself around the expanding, onyx phallus head, jerking on his slimy glans, back and forth, within my stomach juices and his earlier deposit of his heated urine. My stomach sloshed with those liquids put in there earlier, which felt like there were also sparks shooting off in it. Cthulthu elongated another hand pad, and pushed it into me, beside the embedded one, sending me right to the warning barriers of my existence. Then the rhythm started. The newly inserted hand pad began creating the cadence of squeezing on my prostate. His tongue matched that pace with twitching around inside of my organs, throughout the passageway from in my erection. ...That elastic hand pad which was extending all the way through mytwisting loops ofintestines up into my stomach, matched the identical beat in stroking the slimy phallus that began fucking me inside my gullet, with the same primal beat. I felt more of that mind-altering liquid squirting out of him into my kidneys, and the cognizable world started up spinning more rapidly around me with increasingly dizzying revolutions. Those fangs perforating my testes began deeply sucking through their hollow cores at the same coordinated timing with the booming beat of all the inserts tattoos. The sharp needles jabbing in my nipples each matched their electrical discharges to the entire pounding at every point in my body invaded by his. A whirling vortex of the swamping, all-encompassing energies threatened to engulf my existence and overwhelm my coherent realities. 209...
Then, the atomic blast happened. I began to shriek, and cum, and turn spastic, and see the constellations, and feel explosions of Cthulthus regenerative butters coating the insides of my stomach. I shouted and screamed without surcease, until I lost my voice. My stomach felt like a hose discharging hot oil was filling it to overflowing. The phallus knot grew in size to where it felt like a basketball was being inflated inside of me, with his encased hand pad roughly punching inside of my battered guts over, and over again, moving the skin of my tummy in massive vivaciousness. ...I was able to clearly sense when Cthulthu's tongue had pulled out of my kidneys, following the progression past my bladder, and felt it start sucking up the milky semen that now kept pouring out of me in earthquakes of contractions emanating from in my battered prostate. My juice maker was cruelly vice-gripped within that newly inserted, electrified hand pad. I felt when those needle-like fangs were more deeply inserted inside of my melon testicles, simultaneously sucking out the much-desired human caviar. Even more of my nectar was pouring copiously, at the same time, into my seminal vesicles. This came from the harder pressures squeezing upon my balls tightly locked within Cthulthu's mouth and lips. Every single drop of my desirable reproductive juices was being totally drained out from me in Cthulthus voracious consumption of me. Then, before I could totally implode from the overload of my mighty multiple orgasms, blessedly, it all began turning into a blackening haze around me. This overly vibrant elation was simply too much for my measly human brain to consciously withstand....I vaguely recall, subconsciously, a tremendous feeling of joy, yet sadness, when Cthulthu gradually extracted himself from that all-engrossing inhabitation within my throat, lungs, intestines, nipples, dick and balls. This hellaciously gradual extrication was excruciating as much as it was regrettable. Our connection was righteous.
...
The last thing to be removed from me was his phallus in my stomach, which had to take some time before the swelling would go down, then he withdrew the breathing appendage connecting me to the air he exhaled. Muffled roars from the wildly obvious approval, and raucous appreciation from that bizarre, alien audience accompanied me as I entered my darkening journey across the River Styx into a death-defying slumber without conscious though.
Epilogue: My Life, As It Is.
Home ~
I awoke an unknown amount of time later in a vat of soothing liquid, which seemed to be flowing in and out of my body openings with apparently little effort. Nothing hurt, thanks to the infusion of the purple-races curative blossoms extracts. I felt calm and relaxed, and just as spent, as after a good workout at the gymnasium I had installed at The Seat. I was finally able to move my limbs about, so I touched around my body, and found that I could easily insert my entire middle finger within my penis hole, triggering the releases of white pin-pricks of light in my eyes from the heightened feelings from the new ganglia. I could not touch my fingers wholly around even my cocks flaccid circumference, so thick it had become during the intense ordeals with the blob, Jabba, the hideous creatures, and of course, Cthulthu.210...Reaching behind, I found that my hand and part of my arm could easily slip up into my ass, with barely any touching of the sides of my sphincter. It felt wonderful to be able to sense every new nerve which had blossomed within my intestines and educated organs. Large, hardened nipples stood out about an inch, or more, from my chest in their taut fullness. They were still too sensitive to heavily pinch or stroke, just yet, so I left them alone until they were fully healed. Even my stomach felt satisfied and full. My inflated testicles were floating up toward the baths surface in a skin membrane sack that had stretched itself out to even greater dimensions.
...But the greatest of all surprises happened when my first true love, Mark, walked in, in all of his glorious, black beauty. His smooth face had not even aged a bit. I was aghast and quite confused by this. Was he a part of a different Brotherhood? How did he get there? But, with a closer inspection, he had taken on many of the similar facial aspects of my life-partner, Zahra/Maktul. And yet, when I looked at him again, he seemed to have blended his appearance with the intensity of Makbul. And, by the fullness of what was swinging between his legs, which also appeared to be mimicking aspects of former mates with the enormous endowments, he increased in familiarity and desire. His body stayed about the same size as Marks taut, fine body.
...When he cheerfully greeted me, I noticed that there was a slight hiss to his voice, where there had not been one with the past people most important in my life.. I also glimpsed some bright yellow colorings under his muscular arms. Then, all of these oddities became crystal clear to me at last: I had finally gotten back the loves of my life, and eventually found the true love of my elongated life, all wrapped up in the same wondrous entity.
...
And this brings me to where I am today, living on my lover's home world, and now mine. The largest, yellow sun is nearingthe completion of its cycle, and so am I, with the help of Cthulthu rummaging around my body to my complete delight.
...I wondered if the verse in John 16:7 had some applicable truths in this sudden realization. Nevertheless I tell you the truth. It is expedient for you that I go away; for if I go not away, the Comforter will not come unto you; but if I depart, then I will send him unto you.
...I guess that my Thought Adjuster, as the Spirit of truth, from John 16:12, had made no mistakes when he had deprived me of the loves that I had developed, then forlornly lost to the vicissitudes of time, mainly Mark and Zahra, but the others, too. Throughout my long, personal evolution, I was being prepared for this glorious eventuality. I was now finally ready for the greatest imaginable reward standing in front of me now.
...
That divine reward, Cthulthu, bent over me with a broad smile on his familiar yet changeable face, and gave to me his special, warm, Welcome home, kiss.
...Earth may have been lost in the Star Wars, but I had definitely won my celestial quest.
...THE END?
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