[In the traditional Chinese nighttime floating world of courtesan sensual pleasures, a prostitute who was deemed to be more than perfect was known as a unicorn, a mystical being, to be sought out and engaged at a high price. During the communist revolution in Russia, the royalists, known as White Russians, had two choices: flee or die. Many of them fled into China, to Manchuria, in the northeast. To the Chinese, the White Russians were exotic. The Chinese treasured small persons with pale skin. Many of the White Russians not only had this, but were beautiful and had platinum blond hair as well. So many arrived in China with so little, though, that what was most readily available to them to be able to survive was to serve sexual fetish and sell their bodies. The most beautiful of them, whether female or male, were known as unicorns. The Yury of this story is a unicorn.]
Grasping the eighteen-year-old White Russian's hips, the Manchurian Master, wrapped in a voluminous scarlet silk robe, sitting cross-legged on the platform bed in his Harbin, China, sleeping pavilion, pulled the naked young man's buttocks up into his lap. Yury's wrists were tied together by a scarlet scarf and streamed above his head. His legs were bent, his feet flat on the silk quilt on either side of the Chinese warlord's hips. Half drugged, the perfectly formed, white blond, alabaster-skin young man was lethargic in acceptance and resignation. His eyes were slitted, his lips parted, and his tongue flicked against his plump lower lip. The foreign youth, a ripe peach in the floating world of Chinese prostitution, sighed and arched his back as the Manchurian Master's long, manicured fingers glided up his torso, paused at the young man's nipples to stroke them, and then slowly descended, fingers splayed over the creamy-white body, savoring the supple, yielding flesh of the young man.
Yury's eyes opened wide and he gave a low groan as the Master produced a spiral-ribbed thick white-jade dildo from inside the folds of his robe and started working it into the young man's channel, stretching and opening him, as he stroked the youth's pert cock with his other hand.
"
Da, da--Shi, shi
--Yes, yes," the young man murmured in both Russian and Mandarin to please the man's lust. Completely aside from any physical pain or mental anguish it caused him, his sheer survival relied on pleasing the men here in China. Using the leverage of his feet, Yury raised his pelvis higher and spread his thighs wider to acknowledge his acceptance of the invading shaft. There was no question that he would take the jade shaft. He worked on shooting his load, which he knew would please the man. He jerked and came and the man sighed in approval. Yury controlled it as he could. He knew another coming would be needed from him. Yury had learned that most men were most impressed when they and he came close together.
Although a captive, Yury was not an unwilling one. He was a realist. He had suffered much to get here from Moscow, and he chose life for whatever it took to maintain it.
The Russian royalists, termed the White Russians, had been flooding into northeast China, coalescing in the city of Harbin, since 1900 in what was, first, a migration from threats and, more recently, an escape from death dispensed by the eventually-successful Bolshevik Revolution of the Red Russians. By 1920 the White Russians were a dominating force in Harbin and the Chinese government had responded by disenfranchising them. Yury, like all other White Russians in Manchuria, had become a nonperson at eighteen, left to his own devises to survive or not. Already prostituting himself to men and getting some enjoyment out of doing so and having discovered that men called him a unicorn, something very special in the world of courtesans, Yury had sold himself to a specialized auction house.
At great cost, The Manchurian Master, a powerful warlord in the region, had won a bid on using the young man for the current week, which was coming to an end, prompting the man to work hard at a satisfying climax. Yury actually preferred going with Chinese men like this over other White Russians. The Chinese masters were sophisticated and generally used finesse and were inventive in their sexual technique, taking their time and bringing the male prostitute along with them to the land of pleasure. White Russian men who covered other men who were selling their bodies tended to be brutal, crude, and concerned only in getting themselves off quickly. They knew what it was like to lose wealth and position in a single, quick stroke, so they took their pleasures fast and hard and with regard only for themselves, while they could.
The Chinese men were impressed with young, blond, Caucasian men. White Russians weren't. To them a lay was lay. Chinese men explored and prepared with their hands on the pale bodies of White Russian blonds. White Russians fucked. Chinese men sought out and savored what they called unicorns. White Russians had no understanding or appreciation for that concept.
The Master moved the jade phallus faster, deeply, as the young man writhed astride his lap, panting and moaning and using the leverage of his feet pressed into the quilt beside the Master's hips to raise and lower his pelvis, moving with the spiraled phallus, fucking himself on the jade shaft. The Master was manipulating the phallus with an understanding of how to bring pleasure to the young man--not just to dominate him. But it was, in fact, about domination, stretching, and teasing the edges. Yury shuddered as the jade dildo worked him. It stretched him and caused his channel muscles to clutch and ripple and Yury to writhe and jerk within the Chinese master's embrace. His moans were natural and involuntary. Yury was not pretending to enjoy being dominated; he was rising up the levels of sexual fulfillment.
Chinese men such as this one realized that in order to attain sexual perfection and ride on the clouds themselves, they had to bring their partner with them. Doing so didn't make them any less dominate, though. Yury wasn't just his conquest for the moment; the young man was his sex slave. Yury would surrender all; give him everything.
Yury understood his role here. He was making an effort to please. He was doing what he could to make himself desired and satisfying to the Chinese lord. His very existence relied on pleasing the men who won his time in the auction. That the warlord's cock stood up through the slit of his robe in hard erection was a testament that Yury's response was pleasing him.
"
Da, Da--Shi, shi
!" the unicorn exclaimed to the ceiling, using the leverage from the heels of his feet to row his pelvis against the churning dildo.
Extracting the dildo, the Master brushed aside the folds of his robe at his crotch, mere inches from the young man's now-gaping hole. An angry-looking, upcurved erection rose from between the folds of the robe. The Master grasped it with one hand, while the other palmed the young man's tailbone, raising and positioning Yury's pelvis for penetration. As the young man panted and groaned, the Manchurian lord ran the bulb of the shaft around the rim of the hole, down the young man's perinium to the root of Yury's cock, which also was in full erection--sometimes Yury had to work hard to produce an erection for a client, but not with this master--and back up to the hole, making a few feints at penetrating, and when the youth whispered, "
Da, da, vstav'
--Yes, yes, put it in," the Manchurian Master did so, with a forceful, deep entry that made Yury suck in his breath and involuntarily and ineffectually writhe within the man's embrace.
