Part Seven: Peppermint
Putting on his robe, Lord Phanomyong summoned his personal attendant and instructed him to empty his chamber pot, and to pick up the sleeping boy and take him back to his own room. After his servant had closed the sliding partition, the warrior-lord stood and stared at his large, empty bed for the longest time, deep in thought. Of all the decisions the Favourite Son of the Great God Xiu had to make, this was beyond all doubt his most difficult.
The Chosen Ones were chosen for one purpose, to bring him pleasure, and that the boy had done from the moment he had arrived. During the day the boy's beauty and his behaviour had made Lord Phanomyong the envy of his nobles and the leaders of other lands, and that pleased the warrior-lord greatly. In the evenings he had brought a different kind of joy, one which had been totally unexpected, and the uniqueness of that joy and the delay in the pleasure that the Fierce Tiger of the Jungle had in mind had only heightened his ardour. No boy had done that before. Nor had any boy before the Chosen One from Nongkhai ever brought him pleasure that increased from one day to the next. Had records been kept, they would have shown for the Chosen Ones in the past, after that first evening, the pleasure they brought began to wane, faster for some than for others.
Lord Phanomyong began to pace. Even on the rainy day he had chosen the youngster, he had known that there would be a time when the boy would cease to please him. Even as they began this game of making each evening greater than the time before, he had known that there would be a time when it would come to an end. A man can be brought to within a breath of that peak of greatest joy only so many times after which denying him that ultimate pleasure becomes a torture. A man can experience a dry orgasm for only so many times and in so many ways before it is not a pleasure, but a disappointment.
He had known these things, but in the back of his mind he had hoped like a foolish child that the strange relationship they had developed could go on forever, that each night would bring delights even greater than the night before. Seeing that there were only two jars of oil left had shocked his mind back to the reality that their strange relationship had to come to an end. After two more jars the boy would no longer be able to please him with this strange and wonderful new form of Nuad Bo-Rarn, and the boy would dutifully bend over and provide him that greatest pleasure, that pleasure which, in his opinion, was the whole purpose of making boys. Knowing that time was approaching should have made him happy, but it did not, and that was the most bothersome thing of all. The Defender of the People was still pacing the floor when the sun arose and his personal attendant arrived as he did every morning for his bath.
Lord Phanomyong had decided only moments earlier that the solution to his problem was to avoid the boy and thus delay the inevitable even though after their latest experience he desired the warm moistness of the boy's sheath even more than ever. To provide him that ultimate of pleasures was why the boy had been chosen in the first place, and to sink his shaft up this boy's tight, virgin chute would surpass the joys that all Chosen Ones before him had provided. It would also be a joy that could never be surpassed, and so every experience afterward could only bring him less and less pleasure, until the boy could please him no more. Such had been the fates of hundreds of Chosen Ones before this one, and the only way to delay the inevitable, would be to avoid seeing the boy. Of course he knew the end would eventually come, but it gave him time, and the warrior knew that sometimes just a day could alter the direction that a man's life took.
As he bathed, he thought further on his decision, and wondered why the gods had created this dilemma for him, and why at this time. He wondered if perhaps he had been lead to this Chosen One so that the boy might bring him the motivation and clarity of mind he had needed in order to successfully invade the Principality of Mythar. He wondered if now that the invasion was over, if the boy's time was also over. There had been other Chosen Ones whose time had been as short, or even shorter. Perhaps the gods had provided him this strangest of Chosen Ones so that he could acquire the lands to the south and extend his boy tithe to the black-skinned boys of his new province. Having succeeded, perhaps he was to enjoy the tender, tight sheaths of the best of the boys in this new land as his reward. If that was his destiny, and the destiny of the boys who were yet to provide him that pleasure, then he should not fight the will of the gods, for they knew what was right, and he being a mere mortal could not expect to defeat them.
So, as he stepped out of his bath, he reversed his decision. He would not avoid the boy nor hide him away so he would not be tempted. The gods had created the boy so he could be seen and so his master could delight in the pleasures he had to offer. One does not purchase a beautiful painting only to lock it away in a dark room so one will not be tempted to gaze upon it. So, it was with sadness but with the resolve that made him the most powerful leader yet in the Land of the Tiger Eye, that he decided he would be wrong to delay enjoying the pleasures that the Chosen One had yet to offer him, and as such to delay the boy's inevitable death and reward in Heaven. Such was the will of the gods, and such was the boy's duty and his destiny.
And so the boy joined him for breakfast that morning in powder blue silk pajamas and an open vest of the same fine material and colour as he had ordered. After breakfast he accompanied his master to the audience chamber, where he stood a respectful three steps behind his throne and poured his rice wine while his master received the First Minister for a report on how the land had faired in his absence. The Favourite Son of the Great God Xiu was particularly interested in the status of the economy as a result of the war, and in any grievances that had been raised by those who were less loyal in the hopes of getting their way in his absence. He was pleased to hear that the coffers of the Land of the Tiger Eye had in fact increased as a result of the war, and that only two men had come to make special petitions, and they were two that he had suspected of disloyalty for several cycles of the moon. Despite the good news, his mind dwelled on the limited time he had left to enjoy the pleasure of the beautiful boy from Nongkhai, and that, despite his acceptance of the will of the gods, was far more depressing than the First Minister's news was exulting.
The boy was quick of mind and especially observant, and he noticed his master's distress, but he knew not the cause of it. For the rest of the morning he poured his master's tea and delivered his written orders to the clerk outside the door but he could discern no cause for his master's black mood. In the afternoon he stood respectfully by, aware of the leers and the desires of the nobles from strange lands who came to pay homage to his master, but even that did little to lift his master's spirits. In the late part of the afternoon, he accompanied his Lord in a leisurely tour of the city, the two of them borne aloft in a canopied sedan carried by six tall, muscular men whose bodies had been shaved and oiled so they glistened in the sun. The people bowed low with respect, and they glanced at him covertly with curiosity, and some with desire, and he saw the people's interest in him pleased his master who had otherwise been sullen and depressed all day.
That evening they had a lavish banquet of foodstuffs he had never heard of before, foodstuffs from the new great Province of Mythar, and of foodstuffs that had become his favourites. Lord Phanomyong tried to enjoy his repast, but knowing that after this night there would be but one oil left weighed heavily on his mind. So, it was no surprise that he developed a tremendous ache in his head and was as tense as a virgin on her wedding night as they retired to the bedchamber after their meal
"My Lord has been melancholy all day," the boy observed, accustomed now to speaking his mind despite his young age.
"Yes," the warrior-lord admitted, trying not to look as depressed as he felt. The boy was perceptive, but then he'd known that from the first evening they had spent together.
"Well," the boy observed cheerfully as if his Lord's sadness was a minor thing and could be easily rectified. "That is why I was chosen, so that I might bring my Lord pleasure whenever he desires it, so that the burdens of the Defender of the People might be lessoned in order that he might have the strength to continue to rule justly and fairly over the Land of the Tiger Eye."
"It would be a miracle if you could bring pleasure to me on this night," Lord Phanomyong said sadly.
"Such is my duty, my Lord," the boy responded. "And this night I shall bring you pleasure greater than any pleasure you have ever felt before."
"If the pleasure of your massage is like nothing I have ever before experienced, then you can be no mere boy but must be the wisest and greatest sage in the land."
"I am just a boy," the Chosen One responded solemnly, "and it is my duty to please. If I fail to bring my Lord pleasure greater than any pleasure of the bedchamber he has experienced before, then I bring dishonour upon myself and my family and my ancestors." The boy paused for a moment and then looked directly in his master's eyes. "If I do not bring my Lord pleasure like he has never before felt this night, I will throw myself upon my master's sword of flesh and pierce my own body," he declared sternly, his eyes narrowing with resolve.
Despite his melancholy, the warrior-lord had to smile at that daring oath. All youth are of the opinion they are invincible, that they can succeed at whatever they strive to do. That was one of the many things that drew him to young boys, and one of the many things that brought him pleasure outside that of the bedchamber. He had been of the same belief as a boy, and he still was of that belief. It was that belief that had allowed him to rule over advisors and elders with experience and wisdom far beyond his. That was the belief that allowed him to declare war on his neighbours and to bring them to their knees. It was also obviously a belief that this Chosen One believed particularly strongly in, and another facet that endeared him to this boy more than to any before him.
"Then come, harden my sword with your fire," he said, determined to take the same attitude as the boy and to look fate in the eye and determine his own destiny. "What shall it be tonight, tied to my bed supine or prone?"
"My Lord, the brother of my mother was teaching me a position he called the viparita-karani, the reverse pose, when you arrived in my village. I have not had time to practice it, but I think it is the pose most fitting for tonight."
And so Lord Phanomyong removed his robe and set the Sands of Delight and then lay on his back with his hands along his sides and his feet together. He then, with the help of the boy, raised his legs and buttocks off the bed. Placing his thumbs just under his hip bone and his fingers around the back of his hips to steady himself, he continued to bend at the waist until his legs were reversed parallel to his body and his knees were above his head. For a man of his girth it was not an easy position and the boy quickly tied a silk scarf about each wrist and tied the two scarves together around his master's waist so he could not lower his arms if he wanted to. The third scarf he tied around his master's legs and the fourth scarf was tied to that scarf and then to the headboard of the bed so that his Lord was laying on his shoulder blades and staring up at his knees. By the time the boy was done both he and his master were panting with exertion, and his master had begun to sweat.
The boy quickly removed his fine silk clothing so it would not be stained and put on his simple white thong before opening his basket of oils which had been delivered to the room for him as they had the previous night. For this night the boy chose oil of peppermint. Unlike the previous nights, he went directly to his master's thick cock, which was hanging downward along his fat stomach and directly in his line of vision. The boy played with the warrior-lord's one-eyed snake as if it were a toy, raising it so it was parallel with his legs and then releasing it and watching it drop back down parallel to his master's stomach. He squeezed it and stroked it, and as it began to swell he pushed it back down against the man's fat stomach and then watched it as it slowly rose. He shook it and slowly pumped it with his hot little hand, and then grasping the flaccid snake by the neck he rubbed its head on the man's fat stomach. He slowly pulled down the snake's hood and watched it slip back up over its head and he giggled with boyish delight and repeated the action.
Pealing back the skin for the sixth time, he held it back with one hand as he poured a bit of the almost colourless oil of peppermint over the exposed knob. He gently spread the oil over the man's spongy plum. The purple-red fruit glistened in the candlelight, and as the boy moved and stirred the air, it caused the warrior-lord's knob to feel as it might had it been plunged in the ice- cold water of a mountain stream, and the tingling sensation caused it to immediately become erect. As the boy began to massage the fat erection, his newly oiled fingers transferred the oil of peppermint to the warrior-lord's shaft, which similarly felt chilled and began to tingle in a strange and new way.
The boy began to slowly polish his master's cane as he had the previous nights, and the cool sensation of the oil of peppermint combined with his master's long abstinence from that which he enjoyed the most and the friction of the boy's small, hot hand resulted in the inevitable. The Fierce Tiger of the Jungle inhaled sharply as he approached his climax and the peppermint- scented air caused even his mouth to feel cool as he sucked it in. The boy pumped his fist slowly and rhythmically a dozen more strokes and then at the last possible moment he released his grip on his master's shaft. Without the heat of the boy's hand and the friction of his fist, the warrior- lord's massive cock suddenly felt very chilled. As he tried desperately to release his seed, his engorged snake jerked in the air, and the movement made it feel colder still, distracting his mind from his lust and dampening his desire. Lord Phanomyong glanced over at the Sands of Delight and was surprised to see only the first vial had emptied.
Applying more oil to his palms, the boy sat down on his heels and began massaging his master's chest, firmly caressing it and working the oil into his flesh. His chest, and especially his sensitive nipples, suddenly felt cold, just like his cock, and the strange sensation heightened his arousal. The boy's small, hot fingers were surprisingly strong for a boy his age, and as they squeezed and released his Lord's chest muscles, the warrior-lord felt his tension slowly dissipate as lust began to swell up in his throbbing member and his teats began to tingle as if a cold mountain breeze was blowing over them. It was not a true cold, and as the boy stimulated his nipples the warrior- lord began to sweat, the reaction of the peppermint having been quickly absorbed by his body through the sensitive membrane of his glans and his tender nipples.
Wrapping his slender and skilled fingers about his master's throbbing cock a second time, the boy began to massage it again, working his fist up and down the solid tube of flesh slowly and purposefully, bringing his Lord that familiar pleasure that all men and boys know and desire. Lord Phanomyong inhaled deeply, inhaling the fragrance of the oil of peppermint, and he sighed with the unique joy of having a young, beautiful boy spanking his monkey. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the pleasure throbbing through his long, thick staff and said a quick prayer of thanks to Ixichan.
The Chosen One brought his Lord to his second and then his third pleasure peak, each time bringing him dangerously close to coming and then releasing his master's cock at the last moment and leaving it to twitch and ache for an orgasm that the warrior-lord could not reach. Although at the summit of each peak Lord Phanomyong desperately wanted to climax, he also found great pleasure in the rhythm of being brought to that summit and then allowed to regain his control before being brought to the next peak of frustration and delight.
Sweat trickled down his sides and pooled under his body, and sweat glistened on his smooth, oiled chest. The Chosen One was sweating also, the exertion causing perspiration to bead on his forehead and causing his smooth underarms to become damp. Lord Phanomyong inhaled deeply with his arousal, and the fragrance of a hot, sweating, young boy filled his lungs and intensified his ecstasy as he approached his climax for the fourth time.
As the boy's hot, sweaty body pressed against his, he strained to ejaculate his seed and he hoped that the boy might bring him at least to his dry climax, but instead the boy released his throbbing snake and drawing back, looked down at him and at his twitching, leaking cock. As he trembled and tried to will himself to ejaculate even though he knew it was futile, he glanced down and saw the boy's little member had risen up. The peppermint oil and the sweat from their bodies having soaked through the thin material of his thong, the thin cloth clung to his tiny reed and clearly showed its slender shaft and the slightly larger cone at the top.
Grasping his Lord's irritated organ once again, the boy began to beat it furiously, pumping his fist up and down the length of his cock from his delicate eggs to his pee-slit in a manner used by many young boys on themselves to bring themselves to that undescribable pleasure of dry release as fast as possible, not having been trained in the finer art of masturbation. Unaccustomed to such rough abuse, the irritated member of the Fierce Tiger of the Jungle burned as if being skinned and in what seemed to be a matter of a few breaths he was ready to shoot his seed once more. Once again the boy sat back and watched as the man's snake jerked about wildly in a desperate attempt to spit. Lord Phanomyong pushed out with his hips, causing the silk binding about his ankles to loosen while the silk scarf binding his arms cut into his fat stomach and tightened about his wrists.
The warrior-lord's breath had not yet completely returned to normal when the young boy slipped his hands about his master's organ and began to beat it for the sixth time. The Fierce Tiger of the Jungle was perspiring profusely now and aching to release a load so badly that his swollen gourds were ready to release their contents again in less time than it took a man to cross the Grand Hall where he held his public audiences. This time the boy continued to stroke, and just as he was sure he was going to release his seed, he felt the boy's first finger jab him directly below his nut sack. He pushed his hips forward, causing the silk scarf to go slack, and then collapsed back, and the weight of his fat buttocks tightened the silk scarf about his ankles. He grunted with the ecstasy rippling through his body and the great Lord twisted and jerked his hips even though he knew that squirming would tighten his bonds and cut off his circulation. His breath came in gasps, and sweat trickled down his sides and ran down his fat cheeks. Glancing over at the chronometer when he finally stopped squirming, he was surprised to find almost six of the eight vials had emptied.
As the boy began to pump his cock for the seventh time, the warrior-lord inhaled the fresh fragrance of the peppermint deeply, and ached for his climax to the point of begging. With each stroke of the boy's hand he trembled with the exotic ripples pulsating through his stiff cock, and he once again felt the tension in his groin increase until he was sure he was about to burst. With his other hand the boy began to stroke the sensitive insides of his thighs. The stimulation of his thighs combined with the pumping of his stiff, irritated cock caused the Fierce Tiger of the Jungle to jerk about uncontrollably like a droplet of water bouncing on a hot metal plate. This time he was sure he was going to shoot his seed, but again at the last moment the boy's sharp finger pressed against that spot under his nut sack and he trembled and cried out with the ecstasy of his second dry climax, this one even stronger and lasting longer than the first one. As the ripples of ecstasy pulsated though his cock he whimpered with delight and almost swooned from the lack of blood in his head, most of it having pooled in his throbbing cock. The pleasure lasted for a very long time and the boy knelt there on the bed and patiently waited, his little reed jutting out his thong and aching for attention itself.
With his breathing almost back to normal, Lord Phanomyong inhaled and exhaled deeply, relishing the scent of sex in the air and the rhythmic throbbing of his swollen cock. Glancing over at the Sands of Delight, he was not surprised to see the sixth vial had emptied. As he inhaled deeply, he had to admit that this evening was even better than the previous one, a thing he had not thought possible. Assuming the boy was done, he was surprised when the boy dipped his forefinger in the oil and began to massage that most private and rarest seen spot of all but which was openly exposed in his present position. The boy's tiny finger and the cool effect of the oil on the tender opening caused him to squirm with desire still another time. As the fingertips of the boy's left hand danced lightly across his expansive buttocks and the first finger of his right hand firmly massaged his now quivering pucker, the Protector of the People contracted his stomach and his aroused portal as he strained to shoot his seed. The eye of his snake opened and closed as he clenched and relaxed his anus and he grunted and gasped for breath as he desperately sought relief. The hot, firm grasp of the boy's hand about his irritated organ as it rhythmically pumped up and down his swollen member was delightful and he felt his nut sack begin to contract and his cock go numb. This time! Just as he was about to cry out with the release of his seed, the boy's finger jabbed him under the nut sack once again and he trembled like a man having a seizure as he reached his third and most powerful dry orgasm. He thrust out his hips and pulled them back as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over his body, but no matter how hard he willed it, he could not release his seed. He screamed with the ecstasy exploding between his legs and in his mind and contracted his body so that his knees almost struck his nose. Although he had become accustomed to the noises in the bedchamber with this newest Chosen One, the guard outside Lord Phanomyong's door was sorely tempted to slide it open to ensure his master was not being assassinated.
So powerful was the orgasm of the Favourite Son of the Great God Xiu that he was only numbly aware of the boy untying his bonds some vague time later and making his exit out of the room. He lay there for a long time without moving, his large, naked body awash in a mind-numbing bliss like he would never have imagined possible.
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