Gay sex story – Gay training – 3
Gay sex story
Massive, barrel chested, and thick waisted, but all hard muscle, his cut torso the model for the shaped body plates the soldiers wore into battle. His thighs were as the trunks of the cedars and his feet and hands were broad and long, with long, plump digits. The shoulder-length hair of his head and short beard was gray-blond, the gray beginning to take control. Other than that he was hairless except for the blond thatching in his pits and a luxurious blond bush, in which nestled the prize cock and balls of the regiment—his championship equipment contributing to why he was the captain of the guard. Many of the other guardsmen had indulged in body tattooing. Mahir only had a double row of black notches running down either side of his trunk, ominously celebrating the men he had dispatched in battle.
Mahir kissed Asu on the neck and in the hollow of his shoulders, and on his ears, taking those into his mouth and licking around them, before putting his lips next to Asu’s ear and speaking softly, in a deep voice.
“You cannot escape your destiny, young man. But you can control it and learn to use it and let yourself revel in it. You have a beauty that makes men dribble, a small size that makes men feel more the man, and a very nice set of privates . . .” Here Mahir stopped cupping Asu’s cock and balls and moved the hand back to where it parted Asu’s buttocks cheeks and found and gently rubbed Asu’s entrance, already conditioned to pucker and open to the touch. “. . . the plumpest orbs I’ve parted in some time—I can hardly wait to part them with more than my fingers—and a hole that, though now a bit swollen, is fit for a king’s cock. Perhaps after a few months in the wine shops . . .”
“You are so different. You make it sound so different,” Asu murmured. “Not like the soldiers out there, not like the men in the wine shop. You speak to me, saying things that make me stir. But in the end you are going to take me too, aren’t you.”
“Oh yes, little one. In the end I am going to cock you too. I’m going to cock you as you have not yet been plowed. I did not bring you in here just for a fatherly chat. But, although well meaning—and for your own good—Nasri and the men were using the wrong approach with you, I think. As he tells it, it was not unwillingness or rejection of your destiny that made you resistant, but it was fear of the cock, a hating of it possessing you. Is that not so?”
Asu did not answer, but Mahir could feel him already relaxing in his grip. His free hand was roaming all over Asu’s body, gliding over the curves, into the crevices, covering the young man’s breasts and rubbing the now-engorged nipples.
“When we are done here, you will love the cock. You will see it as your gate to riches and pleasure. You will understand your body as the key to open the hearts and purses of other men, within days or weeks—which must be finished before I can bring you back into the palace—you will be totally conditioned to the largest of men. You already have had the largest of men to be had in the kingdom. From tonight, it will be you controlling men, with your beauty, for as long as it lasts. And if you’re clever enough, when the beauty has given out, the riches will sustain you. And when you are properly conditioned, no longer sore down here from the preparations of the palace guardsmen, you will have only pleasure—your own pleasure—from the cocks.”
“I can obtain pleasure—my own pleasure—from the . . . the cock?” Asu murmured. He was panting in shallow breaths at the attentions of Mahir’s hand on his body. And his voice was slightly slurred, thick with something he had not yet identified as arousal.
He did, however, realize that his own cock was engorging at the touch of Mahir’s hand and fingers. Mahir began a slow, sensuous stroking of Asu’s cock.
“Yes, before you leave my bed, you will be begging for the cock. And you will have pleasure. You have pleasure now, do you not? Did any of my soldiers bother to do this for you?”
Asu shook his head in a negative. He could not speak through his low moans and groans. This indeed was pleasure, this stroking of his cock. All of his attention was now riveted to the hand stroking his cock.
“There are pleasures to be had in the act, little one. Pleasures that you can demand and control, while still demanding rich rewards. And soon, very soon, riding the cock will be second nature to you. You can then concentrate on getting your enjoyment as much from having it inside you as you do from the rewards it brings in.”
“I don’t know. I can’t imagine . . . I’m so frightened.”
“Think beyond the wine shop. Think of being in the palace and of riding the cock of a king. He is expert, but he is not built like his palace guardsmen are. He will give you pleasures you can only imagine now, without taxing your guts as the soldiers did . . . or as I am about to do.”
Asu squirmed a bit within Mahir’s embrace.
“Yes, little one, as I am about to do. The guardsmen who snatched your virginity, your first soldier, Nasri, is in training to succeed me—someday. He is being trained in the positions of India. He thought that what you needed was a rough taking to prepare you for the wine shop. After seeing you—and yes I have heard about your charms from the talk of the street—I believe you should be conditioned to the king’s bed. While you are in the wine shop, I will send Nasri to you, and he will teach you the positions of India. But tonight, little one. Tonight you are mine—your sweet hole is a sheath for my thick sword. I wish to be inside you when you are still tight, before you are slack. Your walls will be stretched to the point of split. You have yet to be cocked as I am going to cock you.”
Asu groaned and nearly fainted, with Mahir still holding him close.
This was part of the conditioning. Mahir was pushing Asu to the brink with the imagery of what was to come. This was all part of the foreplay that his guardsmen had not learned helped in the battle.
Asu moaned, close to ejaculation, his hips in motion, with Mahir having loosened the grip on the cock to permit Asu to stroke inside his encircling beefy fingers. Mahir placed his index finger on Asu’s piss slit and pressed into it while his teeth went to Asu’s ear and gently pressed into and scraped along the lobe. With a cry—which he still did not know was ecstasy—Asu breathily announced that he was about to explode inside.
Quick as can be, Mahir released both Asu’s cock and his body and had turned both himself and Asu so that Mahir was kneeling in front of Asu, supporting Asu’s body in a half crouch, with a strong arm around the small of his back. Asu’s torso was arched back, away from Mahir. Mahir’s mouth covered Asu’s cock, and his free hand went to Asu’s ball sac. He gently pulled Asu’s balls down from his body and then squeezed the balls, again gently. With a howl of release, Asu ejaculated down the Palace Guard captain’s throat.
“Tell me now that you cannot get pleasure from your destiny,” Mahir said as he lifted Asu and lowered the young man’s shuddering body, belly down, on the sleeping couch.
Asu felt his legs being moved apart and the knees of the captain come down between them. He sensed the massive torso hovering over his back. He felt the warm breath on the back of his neck and then the kiss there. He turned his head and saw the heavily muscled arm, with its puckered battle scars, planted firmly on a gigantic closed fist at the side of his shoulder. He felt the bulb of the cock—the monster cock—at his hole. It was being rubbed across his entrance. And then taken away and slapped against his buttocks cheeks. Then back to the hole, rubbing across it, stopping to pulsate at his entrance, pressing in, but just a bit, back to rubbing, sliding along his perineum to the base of his ball sac, and then back to rubbing across his entrance. He only barely realized that he was raising his pelvis to the cock, widening his stance, anticipating the invasion, as he had done for the guardsmen when he knew they were going to slide into him—almost revealing, to anyone but himself, that he wanted it.
“Such a small body,” Mahir was whispering in his ear. “A small, tight channel, even after the attentions of my soldiers. But mine the largest cock of all, none that you have had, none that you will have will fill you as this one will. Sliding slowly inside you, into your stomach, your walls stretching to the limit—almost beyond the limit—no matter what angle you give it, how far apart you spread your legs and your plump buttocks. And then the start of me moving in and out, in and out, inside you . . .”
Asu moaned deeply. “Master . . . please.”
“Please what, little one?”
“Please.”
Mahir laughed, and then Asu sensed the captain withdrawing from him, moving down on the couch. Strong hands, on each side, lifted Asu’s pelvis with hand holds underneath him, gripping him and raising him between his groin and the tops of his thighs. The sense of warm breath on his swollen hole. The cool touch of a tongue, starting tentatively but gaining in command and demand.
The long sigh. Asu not realizing that it came from him. He had moaned again too, but now he sensed something more. He was sighing. And visions of that cock flooded his mind. Sliding into him, filling him, moving inside him.
“Please,” he weakly murmured, moving his pelvis in almost imperceptible motion back and forth against the tongue.
The pressure of a finger. Moving inside, revolving, finding his prostrate—a feeling of need and of urgency that Asu had never felt before. Both a pleasure and a want that he’d never imagined feeling. A hand encasing his cock, stroking it. Not gently now—fast, hard pulls. Milking him.
“Please!” Asu screamed to the stone ceiling as he exploded again and then collapsed, into an exhausted half sleep.
The dream was sensual, full of pleasure. The man covering him handsome and regal, a crown of golden leaves encircling his brow. His purple silken thawb pulled up to his waist, a golden chain and a swinging medallion around his neck as his torso hovered above Asu. Asu could see one of his own legs running up the man’s torso, the other one being held up and out by a well-manicured hand, heavy with jeweled rings. The man was stroking inside him, but Asu’s pelvis was just as active, counterthrusting, trying to pull the cock in as far as those of the soldiers Asu had known and of the powerful Zeus of a guard captain. Asu’s hands were on the man’s chest underneath his thawb, working the coin-sized, hard nipples. Working the man, working for the pleasure and rewards of the man, but working for Asu’s own pleasure too.
Asu woke, stretched out on his side on the animal skins-covered couch. The captain was stretched behind him, embracing him and gliding his hands on Asu’s body. Asu’s topmost thigh was raised and resting on the closed legs of the beefy soldier chief. The bulb of Mahir’s cock was resting against Asu’s entrance.
“Ah, awake are we, little bird? Pleasant dreams?”
“Umm,” Asu answered, only half awake, but aware that he was moving from imagined pleasure to real pleasure. He turned his face to Mahir’s, who, for the first time in the night, moved his lips to Asu’s, pressed them open with his tongue, and fully possessed Asu’s mouth. Asu groaned for him. Mahir moved a hand to his hard cock and revolved the bulb around the rim of Asu’s hole. Asu groaned more deeply. Mahir raised the knee of his upper leg and placed his foot flat on the surface of the couch. This raised Asu’s leg and turned his pelvis more toward Mahir’s groin. Asu could feel his hole open more—blossoming, throbbing, ready and wanting now for the slide of the cock. So could Mahir. The bulb moved inside, just the bulb, though. Mahir revolved the bulb inside the hole entrance. Then, to the tune of deeper moans from Asu and the heaving of Asu’s belly and the sound of his pants, Mahir pressed the bulb in a bit, then pulled it out. In and out, in and out—still just at the surface. Revolve. The entrance was open, sucking at the bulb.
Asu pulled away from the kiss. “Please!”
“Please what?”
“Please. I beg you. Give me the cock! Put me to the sword.”
“Ah, you beg me now for it, do you? I told you you would, didn’t I? You are realizing that the act can be as much for your pleasure as for the other man’s now, aren’t you? That you can make that happen, control it. I assure you that you have me; that I am desperate to be inside you. The only reason I could hold back is that I knew I was going to cock you, whether or not you asked for it. But I am as much yours at this moment as you are mine. You can seize your destiny rather than shrink from it.”
“Oh, the gods, oh, the gods. Put me to the cock now. I beg you.”
“You may have it now, yes. But to complete your conditioning—and so that you know it is done—you may only have the cock one way. You will ride it yourself.”
Mahir lay on his back, his fists locked behind his head, looking—at least initially, amused and triumphant—as, facing him, Asu straddled his midsection with his knees, his channel—through no little effort—sunk on Mahir’s cock, and rode him in languid motion.
“I . . . I . . . didn’t know,” Asu murmured in a thick, dreamy voice.
Asu’s body was too beautiful and desirable for Mahir to yield control for long, though, and Mahir had held off longer than he would want—certainly longer than he thought he could, although, with this young beauty he did, indeed, have a prize for a king, a toy he could gift the king in exchange for the king’s continued good favor. This was a primary function of the captain of the king’s guard. To condition and provide young, pliable, beautiful male bodies for the king’s bed.
Asu was riding his cock well, leaning back, grabbing his ankles, and rising and falling on the cock by leveraging with his knees and calves. His eyes had a glassy, cum-filled look in them—and, indeed, the ride was cushioned by the cum of several guardsmen—and he was babbling almost incoherently, permitting himself to be lost in the pleasure of the cock now. Mahir had not a shred of doubt that the youth was fully conditioned, fully enjoying what he was getting.
But the scene, the experience, was much too arousing for Mahir too. He could take no more. With a roar, he raised his torso, grabbed Asu by the waist, and called out in a commanding voice, “Give over the cocking to me now. You have done well. Just lay back and enjoy it.”
Dutifully, Asu let his torso relax in a backward arc, his arms dangling at his side, as Mahir began pulling Asu’s channel up and down on his cock, slowly at first, but increasingly faster, deeper, harder.
“Yes, cock me! Put me to the cock me! Cock me!” Asu cried to the stone ceiling.
Harder and harder, faster and faster. Brutally slamming the huge cock inside the small, but accommodating body. Breathing heavily, chanting a war chant, losing all control over this beautiful, young body. Rising to new heights of arousal himself because the little one was dancing the cock now. Crying out for it, writhing and throwing his little body around. The little body taking it hard and deep, sucking it deep inside. Climbing to the heights of the cock, slamming himself down to the depths of it. Spouting out on Mahir’s belly, causing the flood to work its way up from inside Mahir’s balls. This would be a big blow, even for Mahir. He could feel it boiling, rising up from inside him.
Asu didn’t make it back to the wine shop until the next afternoon. Mahir could not let him go until both were beyond exhaustion. And Asu sobbed that he didn’t want to go, and was only assuaged when Mahir whispered an assurance in his ear that, when it came to bed partners, what was the king’s was also Mahir’s.
Hatim, after being assured that Asu was fully ready to accept his fate and his position in life now, assigned Asu to a room in the back of the shop and let him sleep and heal for three days.
On the night of the third day, however, a naked Asu was sitting on the cock of an obviously happy and aroused Sargon in the same chair that Asu had wriggled away from him in four nights previously. Without command to do so, Asu was leveraging on the balls of his feet on the floor on either side of Sargon’s lap and was rising and falling on the cock, such as it was—requiring no effort for Asu after the soldier cocks he had recently known. It was all that Sargon could imagine wanting, though. Asu was saying all of the things that Sargon wanted to hear about how wonderful Asu’s sponsor was to him. Sargon was strumming the beautiful young man’s nipples and savoring the victory of his long campaign, having no idea how short the time of his sponsoring and recompense would be. Sargon was alternating the stroke of his hands between Asu’s cock and his nipples—because Asu demanded the attention of him and Sargon was too much the slave of Asu’s channel now not to give the young beauty what he demanded.
Asu’s performance was helped by two factors. He was so soused with free wine provided by Hatim that he didn’t particularly care who was fucking him, as long as there was a pile of cash on the table in front of him—and as he rose and fell on Sargon’s cock, he was looking over to where the soldier Nasri was standing at the end of the bar table and looking at him. Later, after the wine shop closed, Nasri would be taking Asu to Asu’s little room behind the wine shop and would resume teaching him new sexual positions of India that were sure to increase what men were willing to pay for Asu’s body. And in just weeks, the palace, the king—and Mahir. And Nasri had said that the king knew the positions of India better than he did, was more flexible than he, and would give Asu even more pleasure, despite the differences in the cocks, while taking his own, than even Nasri could give him. It was doubtful Nasri actually believed that, but he was as much the king’s man as Captain Mahir was.
The basic training of Asu had been concluded satisfactorily for all.
