"The vial you last drank was a booster of sorts to insure your fullness for us this night. You can rest assured that you will not falter in our lovemaking. Steer all of your intent on pleasing us both, with no concern at all for your performance."
"Yes, Master. I am ready." Amarbhagat takes to the pillows astride Boon-Mee. He tends to the bound body; and after several minutes of deep massage to the genitals and crotch, he bends to take the now slickened penis into his large and gaping mouth. The Master is a large man in all respects. His age is unknown, though he presents as timeless. His look is that of a man in his early forties. His physique is that of a champion. Long flowing hair, full dark mustache, ample yet well groomed body hair...all suggest a man of intense and incredible power. He radiates authority, yet seems compassionate. This is a man to be respected, at all costs!
"I am close to my limit of joy, Master. I am fearful that I may offend you in some way."
"Nonsense, Boon-Mee. I desire you to let go of all concern and control. Allow me to bring forth your fountain of youth that I may suckle it into my body." With that, Master resumes his ministrations in the same slow and deliberate way that he began them. Boon-Mee is in a state of euphoric release. He holds no thoughts save one - to follow the flow of his own release as would an avid onlooker. Then it begins.
"Oh. Master. MASTER!" The mind of Boon-Mee releases itself to the cosmos, and his mortal body releases its semen into the suckling throat of his new Master. Drenched in sweat, Boon-Mee breathes as does the panting horse. His body seems to contain an endless river of semen this night, all of which is offered up to the belly of his Master.
Methodically tasting and consuming every rope that he is given, Master is elated with the meal he has elicited from his new lover. The phallus is slowly suckled from the throat, to be caressed at the sensitive head by a swirling tonge, intent on bringing forth the last drops of nectar. "I am pleased."
"I am pleased as well, my Master." Boon-Mee has regained his breath control; and he lets out a long sigh of contentment. "But you spoke of a final test?"
"Indeed." The bonds are released, and the command is given. "Your backside to me now, Boon-Mee." The command is fulfilled. Once more, gentle and compassionate hands explore youthful shoulders, and back. They come to rest just above the buttocks, where Master massages the area into a frenzied state of desire. The next words are spoken without request.
"I am ready, Master. You have my virginity in your hands, and I beg for gentleness."
As nimble fingers spread apart his buttocks, Boon-Mee prepares himself mentally to be deflowered. He has seen the phallus that the Master wields, and is apprehensive. Yet he is well aware of his role. As lubricated fingers begin to encircle the shorn and pink ring of anal sphincter, Boon-Mee does his best to relax the site of his impending penetration.
"Ah. I see that you are getting ready. This will open you to my body." With that, Master inserts three of his strong fingers deeply into the channel before him; and probes the canal as he stretches its walls. He mounts the lad; and guides his penis to the cherry spot. Supporting himself on massive arms just above Boon-Mees' head, with rigid erection requiring no further guidance, he impales the youth to the hilt in one powerful movement, grinning to the screams he brings forth.
"I have taken you as mine, Boon-Mee. I rest within you as the one and only lover you will ever know. Acclimate to my size, and signal when you are ready to be worked and bred." The youth waits for his immense pain to subside; and indeed it soon does. He concentrates on the wonderful goal he has achieved of becoming the prized possession of his Master. His own plans to find male-on-male sexual satisfaction have been exceeded beyond expectation. He signals his readiness.
"You are hereby anointed as my prime male consort, Boon-Mee. I move within you now in gentle and slow delight that we may both reach sexual heights heretofore unknown to us." And with that, Amarbhagat begins to thrust his member in earnest within his new lover. Both men are soon at their pinnacle of delight.
"Boon-Mee. You are about to become my vessel. Are you yourself near to your climax?"
"Oh, yes, my Master. Oh....Yes!"
"Then turn so that you may watch me as I load your waiting body with my semen." Amarbhagat gently withdraws from the warm channel that he covets. Boon-Mee moves onto his back, raises his legs, and smiles. The smile is returned as Amarbhagat reinserts himself gingerly into the now gaping chasm he has claimed as his own. In moments, the resumed thrusting brings both men to their verge. The body of Amarbhagat tightens in anticipation of release. The anal ring of Boon-Mee begins to flutter in spasmodic accord to the thrashing body within him. Both men find their release upon them; and the contractions of each brings forth ever greater convulsions from the other.
"OH. Oh. OHHHHH" Boon-Mee is now speechless and in ecstasy. His semen bursts forth once more, and catapults over his head; as further ropes of fluid land on his face, neck and chest in rapid succession. The youth is boundless in his ejaculation. His body is awash in drooling semen that drips languidly to the pillows below him.
"Praise the Gods! I have found him!" His own moment of climax coinciding with that of Boon-Mee, Amarbhagat clenches every muscle of his frame as his body prepares its release. A tidal wave of fluid sloshes in the loins of his Master. Boon-Mee is enthralled to witness his lover and Master give in to his passions and, for the moment, lose control of his very being. The fullness within him swells even more to impossible size. It pulsates with wave upon wave of release; semen rises past a rectum filled to capacity. Unable to seep past the seal of connection made by august member with tightly gripping annular ring, the fluid gushes upward into the intestines of Boon-Mee, is absorbed there, and slowly seeps into every cell of the newly infused youth.
Collapsing together, sleep overtakes them both, and for the moment, they are together in every possible way. It will not be until daybreak that the potions subside, and the phallus that once filled its new home slips out silently. The members of both men, now free of potion, return to their natural flaccid state. The two sated beings waken and caress each other lovingly into the dawn of a new day. Boon-Mee rises, and peers through the narrow windows of the chamber to lush gardens below.
He wonders what his days ahead will bring. He turns to look at the reclining form of his new Master, admiring the impressive man who has taken him as his own.
"Amarbhagat. My Master. What plans do you have for me this new day?"
To be continued...
