Expedition By Sasha Steele
Captain Sam Hood was the last of the passengers to board the Royal Albert at Southampton dock. That was mid afternoon. By five the Royal Albert, a merchant ship with but a few passengers, had weighed anchor and put out to sea. The voyage from Southampton to Alexandria in the Mediterranean would take a fortnight, depending on favorable winds.
Captain Hood was a fine figure of a man. A military man and big game hunter. A real man's man so to speak. Sam was a broad shouldered rugged individual capable in every way. That is why he had been chosen as an alternate on this expedition. Tasked to see the members to their intended destination and returned safely home.
The three other members of the expedition party were Sir Julian Duncan, Doctor Damien Mority and, of course, Lord Atimus Ashton whom had co-funded, along with the Royal Geogphic Society, the expedition they were about to undertake. They had prepared for supper and were awaiting the arrival of Captain Hood.
Sir Duncan and Doctor Mority both had been commissioned by the Royal Geographic Society. Duncan was to further map tributaries of the upper White Nile. Doctor Mority was to search for a rare orchid with unique healing properties. And Lord Ashton insisted he go along and that he be the man in charge.
They knew nothing of Sam Hood, save what they had been told by Lord Beaverton, for whom Sam was a last minute replacement. Beaverton had nothing but praise for the man. And spoke of him as some sort of heroic figure. Sam arrived and they saw that indeed he did impart an impressive figure. They were introduced and partook of a fine repast, replete with even finer wine while Sam scrutinized his charges.
Sam saw that Lord Ashton was quite the opposite of himself. Grossly overweight and self indulging. Sam reckoned the pampered Lord would not fare well in the African heat. His Lordship was dressed in the latest of fine fashion, plush velvet knee breeches and frock coat, silk hose and a brown color periwig of flowing curls.
Sir Dunken appeared sissified in both dress and manorism. His demure well manicured hands, perhaps good for drawing maps would otherwise be of little use in the wilds. And though not too overweight his flesh looked soft, much like a woman's. Julian preferred his own hair, worn long and tied back with a ribbon, to that of a wig. Perhaps because of it's dark luscious beauty. He too was dressed in tight fitted plush breeches and frock coat. Black in color with a fancy cravat, ruffled cuffs and glistening white hose.
Of the three the doctor proved the most difficult for Sam to read. He was intense. Hawk faced, yet handsome and less androgynously dressed than the other two, though bewigged. His a more common powdered wig was set in short side curls and long braid tied in back with ribbon in a bow.
The four men left the dining saloon together for the parlor of Lord Ashton's deck cabin where, over a bottle of the the best whiskey, they'd discuss the details of the excursion. The plan was they'd disembark at Alexandria. Then travel up the Nile on a Dahabeah, a house boat rigged with a lateen sail. At Khartoum they would set out by boat and foot parties for the intended RGS work.
The other two had already turned in. The two stragglers were standing at the rail enjoining the last few sips of brandy. There was a cool breeze up from the sea. The night air carried a chill. They stood close. Searching each other's eyes as a moment of silence that seemed to stretch on forever passed between them. That's when Sam took Julian in his arms and kissed him.
Julian's breath took a dramatic increase when Sam placed a hand on the hardness in Julian's tight breeches. Sam turned Julian to the rail and pressed his own hardness against Julian's round backside. He reached around and slid his hand along the ridge of the bulge tenting the codpouch crotch of Julian's breeches.
Sam kissed Julian's neck. Nibbled his ear. Tasted his perfume. Julian canted his head back against Sam's bolder-like shoulder and sighed softly as Sam's hand kneaded the erection beneath his clothing. "Come," Sam whispered taking Julian by the hand and leading him away.
Inside Sam's small cabin he helped Julian take off his frock coat. Julian turned away and Sam slipped the bone bottons that lined the back of his silk blouse through their button holes. He loosed the draw strings in back of Julian's tight breeches and pulled them over the round globes of his backside while Julian removed the cravat from around his neck, then slipped the blouse from his arms.
Julian's fleshy rear end appeared more a woman's than a man's in his silk pattalettes. Too, he was wearing a girdle rendering even more so. Sam loosened the ties so that Julian could unhook the front to remove it. Julian then added the girdle to the growing pile of his clothing on Sam's bed. He turned back to face him.
Sam sank to his knees. Undid the bottons on the front of Julian's knee breeches and drew them slowly over the erection in the penal pouch of his silk pantalettes. He pulled them down along their smooth material fit tight to his thighs, past his knees onto his stockings. Julian braced himself with a hand against Sam's shoulder while Sam helped him step out of them.
Julian's hard cock loomed before him. It stretched the material of the penal pouch outward in a tent pole like fashion below the embroidered fringe of his silk camisole. The material at its tip was soaking wet. Sam took hold of the erect cock gently stroking it through the material causing Julian to moan softly. He took it into his mouth and Julian cried out in excited anticipation.
Sam sucked Julian's cock through his pantalettes a short while before he pulled them down to free it and helped Julian out of them. Then he stood to disrobe. Once naked Sam layled Julian back on the bed and positioned himself between his legs. Sam then went to work on Julian's naked erection with his mouth.
Julian closed his eyes and moaned as Sam sucked his cock. He undulated his hips in time to Sam's menstruations. Then as his urgency increased Julian grasp hold of Sam by the head and lifted himself to him. Julian cried out as he ejaculated into Sam's mouth. Then slumped as though depleted.
Sam licked Julian's cock clean. He licked his bald scrotum and below it. His tougue found Julian's anus and entered it. Julian delighted at the welcome invation of his inner sanctum. Sam turned him over and Julian raised his backside offering himself to him.
Sam inserted his hard cock into Julian's ass and pressed it deep into that inner sanctum. Julian gasped in the shear extacy of having Sam's hard cock pressed deep inside him. Sam undulated his hips fucking Julian. Gently at first. Then urgently as he neared orgasm.
When Sam came he grasped hold of Julian by the hips and held him drawn tightly to him. Julian felt the jets of heated cum against the sensitive tissues within his rectum. The feeling was one of fulfillment. A wonderful feeling unlike any other feeling in the world. Julian whimpered in joyful exaltation as though the gates of heaven had opened to him.
The following evening at dinner there was felt a cold cloud over the table. Lord Ashton and the doctor seemed somewhat agitated. His Lordship hinted that Sam and he have a chat in private. But an accident in the cargo hold had Sam checking their equipment and supplies, keeping him from making the invitation.
It was late when Sam finally knocked on His Lordship's door. A servant answered, asked Sam to wait then returned a moment later to let him in. His Lordship was sitting on a plush sofa in an ornate red color dressing gown. He was sans the long tresses of his periwig. His bald head clean shaven. He waved Sam to him and then, with the aid of a servant, stood to greet him.
"You wish to speak to me my Lord, " said Sam.
His Lordship got straight the point. "There's been some rumor on board of an encounter of a sexual nature. I need to know exactly what occurred."
"You need to know because you are curious and want all the intiment details, do you?" Sam put a hand on his Lordship's protruding stomach. "Wouldn't it be much better my Lord to learn such things first hand?" Sam asked.
Then Sam pulled the velvet sash on his Lordship's gown unraveling the bow and opening the gown. Lord Atimus was naked beneath it. Sam caressed the soft flesh of his bulbulous belly. He reached around his bulk, and with hands inside the gown on Atimus's soft warm flesh, drew him close and they kissed.
Sam slid the dressing gown from His Lordship's heavy shoulders over his thick arms and let it fall to the floor exposing Atimus's naked body in all its obese glory. His porcelain white skin was soft and smooth and devoid of hair. Beautiful in its own way. Sam's hard cock throbbed.
He reached below his Lordship's belly to the huge bulge of his fat pubis mound. His Lordship's man-cunt. Atimus quivered at his gentle touch. Sam pressed his hand to its soft flesh and pushed a finger into its hole pressing it upon Atimus's hard cock. His Lordship breathed a heavy sigh and moaned audibly.
Sam had the obese Lord lay back on the sofa with his massive thighs spread. He knelt between them. Opened his Lordship's man-cunt to expose his hidden erection and put his mouth to it. Atimus groaned and wreathed about as Sam sucked his cock.
Reaching a climax Atimus reached around his drum of a belly to take hold of Sam's head. "Oh God I'm going to cum," he cried out. "I'm going to cum!" And having said so his Lordship came in Sam's mouth. And Sam took it and swallowed it all as though he were a starving man.
Sam aided Lord Aston to his feet and kissed him. Atimus turned to kneel on the sofa. He rested his great bulk against its back offering his enormous backside to Sam. Sam knelt behind. Opened it and sank his face between Atimus's glorious cheeks.
Sam sucked His Lordship's hole with all the gusto he had his cock. He stood. Freed his hard cock from his breeches and inserted it in the obese Lord's rectum. Atimus cried out with each deep stroke as Sam fucked him. And he bawled even more so when Sam came inside of him. It was excruciatingly wonderful.
The following evening all was well until Doctor Mority became inebriated and called out Sam. Calmed down by the others the drunk doctor turned in early. Or so it was thought. Later in the evening a knock came on Sam's door. Sam was readying for bed and was stripped to the waist in his pattalettes when he opened the door. It was the good doctor. Still drunk. He was in blouse and breeches. His head bare. Sam saw that he kept his fine brown hair trimmed short.
"look," he said, "I wish to apologize for my behavior earlier."
"Well you had best come in then," said Sam. Dr Dameon Mority did and Sam closed the door behind him.
"I had no right," he started. "I, l," the doctor stammered, searching for words but found none. In leu of them Dameon suddenly took hold of Sam and kissed him deeply. Sam didn't fight it. He could feel the drunk doctor's hard cock pressed into him. His own cock stiffened. The doctor tried for more words but Sam hushed him.
Sam stepped back and pulled down his pattillettes. His hard cock sprang up as he did so. Dameon's hand was on his own hardness. Sam gently took it aside to undo the buttons on his breeches. He drew the doctor to him, reached around to loosen the draw strings to his breeches. And, in so doing, pressed his stiff cock against that of the doctor's. They kissed.
Sam pulled Damon's breeches and pantelletts down onto his thighs. His stiff cock free Sam took hold of it and drew it on to his. The doctor moaned as their stiff cocks rubbed together with Sam's hand encompassing both. "I need to fuck you," the doctor cried out. "Please Sam. Let me fuck you," he beg.
Sam turned his back to him and bent over resting his hands on the bunk bed. Dameon took him from behind. Sam had never been fucked so desperately. As Dameon ravaged his ass hole Sam's cock grew all the harder and Sam masturbated it all the harder until finally his cum splattered onto the bunk, just as Damon's orgasm erupted violently deep inside him.
A few days later the Royal Albert put into port at Alexandria. Sam busied himself with the offloading of their supplies while Sir Duncan and doctor Mority saw to their own gear. Lord Ashton was ashore first to set up lodging. It would take a day or two for Sam to organize guides, the boat and crew.
The trip up the Nile was uneventful. Khartoum was stink hole of ivory hunters, slave traders and assorted criminals who knew it was best to stay clear of Sam and his party. Lord Ashton managed to find comfortable digs and that was as far as he went.
Mapping the upper White Nile was painstakingly boring for Sam. Land excursions in search of the doctor's rare orchids a bit more exciting. They put in at Gonkokoro to restock. Mority had collected enough samples and was anxious to start work on them so Sam found him safe passage back to Khartoum to join Lord Ashton.
In Gonkokoro Sam managed to find a makeshift cafe and a welcomed, though warm, beer. There was some sort of commotion among the local natives. Sam spoke their language and asked the problem. They told him that the evil sorceress Mansa Manka had taken a youth from the village.
Sam laughed. Mansa Manka and the lost city of Mankanuban was nothing but legend. Mansa Manka, the legend says, has beauty beyond reckoning. More beautiful than any woman, and yet he is a man-queen. And an evil sorcerous who hypnotizes men to make them his sex slave.
They insisted and offered proof. Sam was intrigued. A short trip into the jungle would be more interesting than watching Duncan compare old maps to new ones and make changes. Duncan would be safe enough with the crew on the boat for a few days. A short time later Sam found himself treking along behind the natives.
They came to a clearing. It looked to be a long straight road now grown over. The natives refused to go any further. They pointed down the road. "Mansa Manka, Mansa Manka," they said. Then headed back toward Gonkokoro. Sam, being fearless, decided to follow the overgrown road.
Sam's instincts told him that he was being watched. And so he set his guns at the ready. On the first night he set up camp and was drinking coffee when he felt a sharp pin prick on the back of his neck. Sam slumped and fell to his side.
When Sam regained consciousness he saw that he was in a stone dwelling. He was naked. Draped over what looked like a small stone alter with his hands and feet draw outward and bound. Sam looked around and there, sitting on a raised throne was Mansa Manka, the Man-Queen of Mankanuban.
As the legends had foretold the Man-Queen of Mankanuban was possessed of extraordinary beauty. His skin was the of color dark copper. His dark almond shaped eyes were lined with heavy mascara. His full lips glowed with a golden hue. Tight curls of coal-black hair hung to his waist.
The Man-Queen's corpulant body was clothed in an eligant, elaborately decorated golden gown. And he was adorned with an inordinate amount of gold jewelry. Aided to his feet by servants the tenting in the front of the gown's skirts told Sam that Mansa Manka was indeed a man. And that he, Sam, was about to become the Man-Queen's sex slave.
Though overweight the Man-Queen was not quite as obese as Lord Ashton. His arms were thick, legs heavy. His beautiful face flabby. He had a belly. But most of Mansa Manka's weight seemed settled upon his thick hips and thighs and an enormous backside that rode up and down as he waddled toward his captive.
The Man-Queen said something to his servants. A dialect Sam didn't know but he made out some of the words. Mansa Manka meant to fuck him. A servant took the front panel of his Man-Queen's skirts aside. Mansa Manka took hold his hard cock and stroked it as he smiled lustfully at Sam.
The Man-Queen brought his beautiful black cock close to Sam's face. It was straight and long, ten inches, perhaps more. And fairly thick. The pinkish head was bullet shaped and pre cum oozed from its slit. Mansa Manka said something that Sam interpreted as, "do you like my big cock." He did.
Mansa Manka slipped behind Sam and said something, surprised to see that Sam had an erection. He took hold of it causing Sam to groan. Then he inserted his magnificent cock into Sam's rectum. Sam cried out at the erotica sensation of being pentated so deeply by a cock the size of the monstrous member possessed by the Man-Queen.
The cock slid back and forth within the confines of Sam's warm anus. Driven by the powerful bulk of his humongous backside the Man-Queen's hard cock compromised the soft tissues at the top of Sam's rectum. Sam groaned with every powerful stroke as Mansa Manka grew more aggressive.
Reaching his climax the Man-Queen of Mankanuban took a strong hold on Sam's hips pulling him tightly to him. With head tilted back, eyes closed and mouth open Mansa Manka cried out loudly as he came in Sam's ass. Sam too cried out as his own cum splattered against the stone alter.
At spear point Sam was caged. And, as much a he craved more of the enchantingly beautiful Man-Queen's black cock, Sam did not plan to remain a prisoner for long. The opportunity for his release came when he was again taken before Man-Queen and removed from his cage. Mansa Manka was sitting on his throne, his cock already hard.
Before they could bind him Sam slit one of the guards throat with his own knife. He stabbed another and rushed the Man-Queen putting the knife to his throat. "I will give you what ever you want. Please don't harm me." Mansa Manka blurted out in terror.
"You speak English," Sam said a bit surprised. "Tell your guards to back off." The Man-Queen gave the order and they did.
Mansa Manka had stripped the lost city of its treasures. He had removed tons of gold from the mines of Mankanuban and shipped it off to his accounts in Europe. There he would go to reinvent himself as an African princess. Mansa Manka would live in luxury and men would fall at his feet.
Mansa Manka knew that his greed had caused him to linger for too long. And now here he was with a knife to his throat. "I have more treasure than you can imagine," Mansa Manka said as he gestured to the room brimming with gold. Sam lowered the knife.
How much of it would Sam take from him? The Man-Queen thought. Could he trust that this man would not take it all? And even then would Sam spare his life? "What treasure can I give for you to spare me? Ask and I will give it. All that you desire. " Mansa Manka pleaded.
The Man-Queen would expect that a man's eye would follow such a gesture and settle on the treasure at hand. But Sam's eyes remained locked on his. Those eyes. Never had the Man-Queen encountered such a man. Oh, if but just one more time he could have this man satisfy his cock.
"I desire the treasure hidden beneath your skirts," Sam said as he slipped to his knees before the magnificent Man-Queen. Mansa Manka was taken aback as Sam parted his golden skirts. Even in its flaccid state Mansa Manka's black cock was long and thick. Though it had begun to rise in an erection. And when Sam put his hand to it, it rose all the quicker.
Mansa Manka slumped back on his throne and parted his heavy thighs. In full erection the Man-Queen's cock stood straight up, a magnificent black obalisk with a tight round scrotum at its base. He groaned as Sam gripped it and began to masturbate him.
With his own erection in hand Sam took the Man-Queen's beautiful black obalisk into his mouth. He sucked Mansa Manka's cock while masturbating his own. Mansa Manka groaned as Sam brought him to orgasm. He clutched Sam by the head while raising his thick hips to him. Then the exotically beautiful Man-Queen cried out loudly as he came in Sam's wanton mouth.
Sam stood, his hand rapidly working his cock. He placed it against the Man-Queen's beautiful black shaft held in his other hand. Then Sam groaned as his cum spewed out onto Mansa Manka's pinkish cock head. Finished he returned to his knees and licked the Man-Queen's cock clean.
Sam had his belongs brought to him. He dressed and was checking his weapons when the Man-Queen of Mankanuban spoke. "What treasure will you take?" he asked.
Sam took a long look at the Man-Queen lounging on his throne. "I have taken the treasure I desired most. The rest is yours." Sam turned to leave. Then stopped and turned back. "Civilization is creeping ever closer Mansa Manka," Sam said. "Your presence here is tenuous. If I found you, then others surely will. You should see to your safety."
Again he turned to leave but the Man-Queen beconed him back. "I know not your name," he said.
"I am Samuel Hood," Sam told him. Hesitated a moment then added. "Be forewarned Man-Queen, when again we meet I promise to exact a similar penence upon you." With that Sam left.
Mansa Manka, the Man-Queen of the lost city of Mankanuban put his hand to the growing hardness beneath his golden skirts. "Yes Samuel Hood you will," he whispered, "and I promise to hold you to it."
Two weeks later Sam was back aboard the Royal Albert with his charges. They dined the first night a happy lot knowing that Captain Sam Hood, capable man that he was, would tend to their every need.
The end