When I finally arrived at the Moghul court I had proudly and gladly entered the household of the Moghul's grand General as his favourite. I now lived in the General's wing of the Moghul's great sprawling marble palace, with its glittering white domes and cool colonnades, its tiled courtyards, enclosed gardens and splashing fountains.
I had been put into training immediately for a high position under the grand General in the Moghul's vast army. And I had trained hard and was fast becoming more muscular and athletic than I had been before I arrived, working hard to prove myself worthy of the high position the General had made available for me. In spite of being the grand General's favourite I knew I would not keep my high military position unless I proved to be a satisfactory commander.
I now saw myself making my fortune through the plunder I could take, and the rewards handed out to those who led the Great Moghul's victorious armies in battle against his enemies.
When I was not sweating and proving myself to the grand General upon the training grounds that lay in the valley behind the great palace, I proved myself to him upon his couch inside the palace. And in every way I lived a life of great comfort and much pleasure.
Now as I stood upon the fine brightly coloured mosaic floor of the marble bathing hall with its finely worked pictures of plants and animals, a lean but muscular bath attendant poured scented water over me to rinse off the sweat and dust of the training ground. And while I was bathed I thought further about my situation. Having helped the Moghul's grand General to escape humiliation at the hand's of the mighty barbarian Konan I had gained myself my present high place in the great Moghul's court.
But I sometimes wondered if I had made the right decision.
Yes, I was sure there had been nothing but a rough and dangerous life ahead of me if I had stayed with Konan and his barbarian companions. But I had never been taken so well as the great muscular Konan had taken me, nor felt such pleasure as his massive weapon had given me. Nor had I ever trembled and writhed, or cried out and moaned as he had made me when his great weapon was driving in and out of me.
Not that the grand General did not satisfy me. He was a finely made man of large appetites and with a goodly sized weapon, which he took great pleasure in exercising inside me. And he had introduced me quickly to the pleasures he enjoyed and I had thanked the gods for the virility that let me enjoy them frequently.
He enjoyed particularly working his weapon inside my passage while I worked mine in some other fine young soldier's channel. And often he ran his fingers into me bedside his pumping weapon to gain extra pleasure, and I still cried out with passion when he did this. I was already extremely open from good use and able to take any man in the Moghul's court with ease.
Many young men of the great General's company were also well equipped, and showed their considerable experience in the way they handled their weapons when working them inside me. But I felt a hopeless longing for one man's weapon still. I longed for the great barbarian Konan's great meaty sword, plowing me deeply. None could match the great length and thickness, as well as the stamina of that muscular giant of a barbarian who had first taken me in my palanquin on my journey to the Moghul's palace.
My thoughts had stiffened my own weapon and the muscular bath attendant, knowing my desires well, had dropped to his knees behind me, separating my cheeks so he could get his mouth to my well-used entrance. He tongued me eagerly and. I leaned forward against a nearby marble column and sighed and made happy little noises as his tongue speared inside me. Then I moaned and wriggled my arse back to him as his tongue shared my loosening opening with his long fingers.
A passing young commander of good physique observed my own long hardening tool hanging down unattended and stepped in beside me and ran his fingers about it in a way I had never felt before, as he brought his mouth to mine for a kiss. I was well engaged now and all thoughts of the barbarian Konan had fled. After some dueling of tongues I pushed the young commander to his knees as the man behind me finally fed his weapon into me. Once he was buried to the hilt I rocked my hips in time with his pumping of me and made good use of the young commander's face, quickly filling his throat with my juice.
I then saw that the young commander's own weapon was erect and throbbing as he knelt beside me on the brightly patterned mosaic floor of the hall. I pulled him up and sucked him in to my mouth and showed my pleasure at his hardness by taking his creamy juice and swallowing it gladly as my own tunnel was being given a final thrusting filling by the attendant behind me.
Once the attendant had withdrawn his weapon from my passage I could only think of Konan's huge size and knew I needed more than the attendant had to offer me to be truly satisfied.
I left the bathing hall and walked naked through the cool corridors of the palace to my fine apartments where I collapsed upon the down filled silk pillows of my canopied bed. I sighed, knowing that the grand General himself would soon arrive, having had to speak to his commanders before he bathed and relaxed with me. He was not Konan, but he always worked his weapon well inside me and I lay there stroking myself in readiness, but dreaming of Konan as I waited.
