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THE GILDED CAGE by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2007 written on November 8, 1993 translated by the author English text kindly revised by John
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"THE GILDED CAGE" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.
CHAPTER 9- Jakobus king - The queen mother opens hostilities
Coronation day came. Al the sovereigns and the other guests, as well as Jakobus's family, were already in the Cathedral. Jakobus, wearing on his white uniform the insignia of the Order of Saint Martin and, on a white horse and escorted by all the Order's knights and by two squads of the King's Light Horse, left the Palace. He passed between the jubilant crowd, and went to the Cathedral square. Here, to the pealing of all the bells, he dismounted from his horse, committed his crimson and gilded cape to the Seneschal. To the sound of fanfares he entered on foot, and proceeded along the nave to the high altar.
There the Archbishop stood between the uncle-Bishop and high prelates, along with the Prime Minister, the High Master of Ceremonies, the Chief of Staff and the Marshal of the College of Heralds.
The latter asked him very clearly "Who are you?"
"I am Jakobus Stefan Maria Friedrich Augustus, first son of late king Heinrich IV." He proclaimed.
"What are you asking?"
"That the title of king that is due to me, be publicly recognized."
"So be it!"
Then Jakobus went up to the kneeling stool. The Archbishop did the anointing of his right wrist and between his shoulders, just under the nape of the neck, reciting the prescribed phrases. The High Master of Ceremonies made a sign and two nobles put on Jakobus' shoulders the blue velvet cape embroidered with small gold flying doves carrying a cross, the heraldic symbol of the king. Then the archbishop started the solemn Mass, interrupted by the various parts of the crowning ceremony. After the first lecture, the Sword of Faith and the Sword of Justice were given to Jakobus, who hung them at his side. After the gospel the Archbishop put the crown on Jakobus' head and the uncle-Bishop gave him the sceptre.
After the mass finished with the Te Deum, the new sovereign, Jakobus III, went down the nave, to the square and climbed into the uncovered state carriage that took him back to the Palace. Here the throne accession ceremony took place. Then the Prime Minister, the Head of the Crown Council and the Princpal of the Royal House College, presented the resignations of their respective organisations to the new king, who accepted them. Then there was the loyalty ritual of all the aristocracy, starting with the king's brother.
Three days of celebration followed, during which the king formed the Minister's new Cabinet, receiving their oath, named the new Council and the new College.
On the fourth day there was the ceremony of the investitures of the nobility, and amongst them that of count Reinhardt, the conferring of the Saint Martin's collar to his brother Friedrich. After that Reinhardt was named private attendant of the king.
Later, Jakobus charged Friedrich and Franz Julius to prepare a reform project of the court etiquette, simplifying and modernizing it. Reinhardt, as the king's attendant, was assigned a bedroom directly adjoining that of Jakobus so, finally, they could start to sleep together again.
The first night when this became possible, was a real feast for the two lovers.
"How are you feeling, as a king?"
"And you as a count?"
"Exactly as before!"
"Not I. I'm now much heavier than before. The crown is a huge burden, even when it is not on my head."
"But now, my love, you are not the king nor I a count. We just are you and I, the same as before, the same as always."
"Oh, my Reinhardt, what would I do without you?"
"Do you realise that I like you better naked than dressed as a king?"
"Really?"
"Yes. You are splendid in kingly attire, but I prefer you like this, completely naked. At least I can caress, kiss, lick you all..."
"Then, do it, I really need it..."
"Yes, my love."
"As I'm feeling the need to do the same with you."
"I am here for you, my love."
"Feed me with your beautiful pole, love!"
"And you to me... I am thirsty for you."
They united, amongst the white veils hanging from the great stucco crown shaping the panoply that enclosed the wide bed. On the pure white sheets, the two melded bodies were languidly moving, each intent on giving pleasure to the other. Soon Jakobus forgot all his worries, only conscious of his beloved's body. They turned to kiss, then turned again to unite.
"I want to become intoxicated with you, Reinhardt. Quench my thirst."
"Later, yes... I now want you inside me... take me..."
"Yes, love, all you want... Do you know, love, that you, having me in your hands, have in your hands the entire kingdom?"
"Oh no! I want only you. Take me, go on..."
"You are such a beautiful man. You are erotic, virile, sensuous. Just looking at you is already an enjoyment."
"Take... me..." panted Reinhardt, offering himself.
Jakobus dived into him. His lover's face brightened in a wide smile, "Oh, yes, so... go on... make me feel all your strength..."
"Oh my love... all these long days... I dreamed of you... so..."
They made love, forgetful of everything, also of the passing of time.
When, finally appeased, they laid down, Reinhardt told him, "Do you know that more and more I like your taste? I would recognize it amongst thousands."
"Hey, don't you dare to try it!"
"Would you be jealous?"
"If you really did it, yes. I would die."
"But I will never cheat on you. Did I tell you that my assistant, when I was in the guard's quarters in the last days, tried it with me?"
"Is he handsome?"
"Yes, very. But I made him understand that I don't like men..."
"What a liar!"
"No, I'm not a liar. I am really not at all interested in men, but just in one man, you! And you, will you never cheat on me?"
Jakobus laughed and said, "I would not even have the time. And then, you watch over me, don't you?"
"But if you could?"
"Well... if I could... there is a man I would like to make fall at my feet..."
"Who? Franz Julius?"
"No, silly man! My private attendant!"
"That one? But that one is already at your feet."
"It seems to me that he is more on top of me, at the moment."
"Am I heavy?"
"No weight has ever been more sweet. Do you know, I would like being a poet, instead of a king..."
"Really? And why?"
"To write poems in your honour."
"You are already writing them, with your body on mine..."
Jakobus caressed Reinhardt's member, again soft, "Do you remember that first time I caressed you here?"
"Yes, and how! I'm now so happy you did."
"But at first you were angry with me, weren't you?"
"No, not angry... But I thought you just wanted to amuse yourself with me. I was, on the contrary, already in love."
"Yes, at that moment, it's true, I just wanted to amuse myself with you, just to relieve myself... And now I feel somewhat ashamed of that."
"But I can understand you. You were oppressed, controlled, and filled with desire... And I was there, within reach. Happily you didn't try with another of the guards..."
"No, I was already feeling attracted to you. Do you know that both Friedrich and Franz Julius told me that you are the handsomest of all my noble guards?"
"Oh, really? I have never been aware of that. Are there some other guards who are really beautiful."
Jakobus loved his lover's modesty and simplicity.
But what he had not yet become aware was the fact that he had made a simple guard a count and his private attendant, which had raised envy and resentment, strengthened by the changes he was introducing in the life and organization of the court. Also the fact that he, following the example of the British court, besides the official ceremonies, wore plain middle-class clothes, was giving rise to criticism, mainly amongst the older and more traditional aristocracy. And amongst his secret opponents was also his mother...
For the first few months everything seemed to be going off smoothly. At court a beautiful party was held to announce Friedrich's engagement with his Theresa. At least this pleased the court. After the engagement party, Friedrich and Theresa requested a private audience to the king.
While they were alone with him, in his private study, the young countess at one point said, "If I can dare to tell Your Majesty..."
"Certainly, tell me, countess..."
"Well, I would have preferred it was your brother, the prince Friedrich, to tell you, but... he insists it is better for me to tell you..."
"Yes?"
"Well, if Your Majesty would forgive me... I've known for a while about my brother Franz Julius, and this never troubled me... Your Majesty, showing me a great confidence, wanted me to make me aware of... Your Majesty and the count Reinhardt. Well, I... I wish Your Majesty all the happiness with the count and... and I know that... well, I mean, as you can fully count on your brother the prince Friedrich, so I desire you to know you will always count on me as well..." the young countess concluded, tense and confused.
Jakobus smiled her, "I thank you, I heartily thank you. As you are my sister-in-law, I felt it only right you had to know. Your reaction relieves my heart. It is unhappily rare finding so much good frame of mind."
"Yes, I know, and it is not fair. Also my brother Franz Julius meets difficulties, because of people's meanness. This is why I can understand you and... wholeheartedly sympathize with you."
"You are really good-hearted..." Jakobus said.
"Yes, this is why I am in love with her, dear brother!" Friedrich said, radiant.
But it was not all roses and flowers. The queen mother Margaretha, mindful of her son's "affair" with that page, for which in her heart she had never forgiven him, became suspicious and had her son spied on. She could not gather the proofs she was looking for, but putting together some circumstantial evidence, she became certain that Jakobus and Reinhardt were lovers. Therefore she asked for a meeting with her son.
"Listen, Jakobus. You are now the king, but I am your mother."
"Of course, maman." Jakobus answered, stupefied by such an aggressive opening.
The lady went on, "Now, it is evident to me that you are having an affair with your attendant! A simple soldier named a count. Do you deny it?"
"You, maman, are asking me to answer to you for my private life?"
"Yes, of course, and I believe I have the right to demand you do that!"
"Oh no, maman, you are wrong. My public life belongs to all the nation, therefore to you too. My family life belongs to my family, therefore to you too. But my private life belongs exclusively to me!"
"Good. Your answer confirms my suspicions. Are you not ashamed, so?"
"Should I be?"
"Don't be impertinent! Your affair, your whim has to cease immediately! It is the law that demands it, along with morals and common sense, the Church and... and... and your mother!"
"It seems to me that if in this room there is somebody being impertinent, it is you, maman!" Jakobus icily answered.
"I... I have the right to demand you to cease this immoral relationship. You are, by acting so, offending God, the nation, the family and me!"
Jakobus looked at his hands, trying to remain calm, "Maman..."
"I am no longer your mother, as long as you will not give up..."
"Well, Royal Highness!" Jakobus then said springing to his feet, "Look, then, who is talking! You who when your husband king Heinrich IV was still alive, were cheating on him with the Commander of the Royal Guard!"
"How dare you! This is a contemptible lie!"
"Come, Royal Highness! I saw you with my own eyes in the arms of that man! You cannot deny it to me! And you, then, dare to talk to me about morals?"
"But... but... but at least he is a man!"
Jakobus laughed, "Yes, and my attendant is also a man. We are the same, you and I, Royal Highness, we have tastes very much alike!"
"Don't be despicable and... and... and absurd! What I do is, at least... is... is natural."
"Ho-ho! Is it natural betraying your husband to whom you swore fidelity in front of God and of all men? I, at least, am not cheating on anybody..."
"You... you... I will do all in my power to part you from him!"
"Ah, good. Do you want a war? And war it will be. Just remember that I am the king!" Jakobus said, then suddenly he calmed down. With a normal voice he then said, "Why don't we try to communicate? Why don't you try to understand? I am with a man, yes. But I love him and he loves me..."
"Ah, love! Between two men! Don't be pathetic."
"No. No more pathetic anyway that a fifty-three years old woman having a thirty-something officer as her lover!"
"Oh, you are hateful!"
"I am sorry. I would like you at least try, make an attempt to understand... if you still have in you some love, some affection towards me." Jakobus grieved said.
"Understand! Understand! You are not able to say anything else. How can I understand your sinful life? And you even dare receiving the holy communion!"
"About that point, yours is also a sinful life, and yet you too regularly dare to receive the holy communion..."
"I am not here to be judged by you!"
"Neither am I here to be judged by you!"
"Well. I see that it is useless to continue this conversation. There is none so deaf as those that will not hear!"
"Are you talking about yourself?"
"It will not end here..."
"I have not doubts on that."
"We shall see who is the stronger."
"As you like, Royal Highness." Jakobus dryly answered.
He immediately after summoned Reinhardt, Friedrich and Franz Julius and informed them about his clash with his mother.
"You should not have gone against the queen..." Reinhardt said.
"And so possibly betray our love?" Jakobus answered.
"No, it was unavoidable, my poor brother..." Friedrich said.
They discussed about what action to take. Franz Julius advised him to inform duke Johann about the problem as well.
"He is now a member of the Minister's Cabinet. It would be useful having an ally there too."
"Yes, that is right." Friedrich assented.
Then Jakobus summoned Johann and told him everything.
"So, for two years now you have been the lover of your attendant! You managed to keep your secret for such a long time. But now... now hard times will start for you two."
"Will you help me?"
" Yes, I'll do my best. And for real this time."
"They've already been two difficult years, Johann, both for me and for my Reinhardt."
"Are you both really in love?"
"Very much."
"I feel somewhat responsible, both because I introduced you to this inclination and because I was the first to direct your attention to your guard... But if you really are in love... I will help you for all I can. Who else, here at court, knows about you two?"
"My brother Friedrich and his fiancée, the count Franz Julius... and now my mother."
"I see. Does you mother have proofs?"
"No, but she doesn't need any."
"You can always deny it."
"What for? They would believe her. If it was another person saying so... but when a mother says this about her son... they will certainly believe her."
"I am afraid you are right. Therefore, it is now war with your mother."
"Yes. And it is she who wants it."
"Good. Often a war is won by the one who attacks by surprise."
"What do you mean?"
"Take her away her lover."
"It would be a blow under the belt..."
"Do you think she wouldn't do the same with Reinhardt if she could? Make her understand that she has no benefit or advantage having you against her."
Jakobus was hesitant, but at the end he accepted that advice. He asked Reinhardt who, amongst his former colleagues he estimated as the most trusted and worthy people, the most clever and prepared. Reinhardt suggested three names. Jakobus asked him to describe the characters of these three and then chose one of them. He nominated the old commander, the queen's lover, military attaché at their Embassy in Lisbon and named a new commander of the noble guard. He was the baron Richard Ludwig, a thirty-six years old man, married and with three children. He adored his wife, and this for Jakobus, was a guarantee.
Contrary to what he was expecting, his mother didn't come to protest to him. Fearing the worst, he tried to spy, or to have her spied on from the secret passages by Reinhardt and Friedrich. But they could not spy on her continually. But the countess Theresa said to Friedrich that the queen mother was telling all her ladies in waiting one after another, with a broken-hearted expression, in great secret, that the king had a sexual relationship with his attendant. And thus, soon all the court came to know about it.
Reinhardt soon became aware of it too, in fact he started to feel leered at with smug glances, with little smiles, and at times he was the target of sarcastic quips.
"Oh, here comes the personal attendant of the king..." they said, putting a particular emphasis on that "personal". Or also, "Have you been made a count because of your services to the king?" and that "services" was said in an ambiguous tone.
Reinhardt, so as not to afflict his lover, didn't tell him anything and reacted to these barbs as if he didn't understand their double meaning. But first Franz Julius, then Johann, heard them and, besides answering to the point at Reinhardt's place, informed Jakobus. He then talked with his man.
"Oh, Jakobus, they are just trifles... of no weight."
"They are trying to make your life at court impossible, the hypocrites. Why don't they try to direct their venomous quips to me?"
"They will not succeed in making my life impossible. They don't count, for me. They can say what they like, I will always be at your side. They will get tired before me, you will see..."
"But this is just the beginning, Reinhardt..."
"And it will also end. Nobody will be able to destroy our love."
"They are wicked."
"They are just silly and mean. I love you, Jakobus. Only this is important."
"Yes, my love. But are they taking you for a ride? What if will make you a duke or a prince!"
"No, no, don't lower yourself to their game. In any case, if you made a prince of me, they would immediately start to call me princess..."
"They have just to dare!"
"They would dare. No, don't mind it. They can't scare me. You have to just think of being a good king, and not to care about these silly things."
Friedrich persuaded Jakobus to inform Stefanie about his relationship with Reinhardt, "Anyway, at this point, she would hear about it, and it would be better she hears it from you, not from rumours. Tell her and you will have one more ally."
So Jakobus talked with Stefanie. The girl at once sided with her brother without the least hesitation. Indeed, as she had turned eighteen, she expected Reinhardt to invite her on the occasion of court dances.
"I want to see if maman will have something to criticise!" the girl exclaimed.
But at the court a strange tension was in the air. Jakobus, on Franz Julius' advice, took a new step. The queen's "spies" were mainly amongst the pages and thee noble guards. In fact Franz Julius had noticed that the former attendant of the late king often met with them for odd conversations. They decided to start with the noble guard.
"Reinhardt, you told me that some of your former colleagues have relationships with their adjutants, didn't you?" Franz Julius asked him.
"Yes, why?"
"We need to form a trusted group, not reporting on your encounters. Therefore we thought of changing all the king's apartment guards with these trusted guards. Could you tell me their names?"
"Yes, some of them anyway..."
So they did. And Franz Julius contacted them with discretion, obtained from them more names, made them swear they would protect the king's privacy, and so the noble guard on duty at the king's apartments was totally changed to operate with trusted elements. Johann himself took care of the pages. Through his friends, the famous confraternity of the "eight", he knew that also some of the court pages were lovers of men. Through them Johann gathered other names and so the royal apartment's pages were also changed. Because at court it was a period of broad changes, these passed unnoticed by the queen and the ex-attendant, at least until all information about the king and Reinhardt's movements dried up completely. Meanwhile Jakobus was worried about Bismark and the German emperor's annexation policy, and was therefore engaged in a wide net of diplomatic and political relations. In fact his small kingdom could not oppose these aims without having good allies.
When in the evening Jakobus withdrew into his private rooms, he always found Reinhardt waiting for him. Only Reinhardt had the power to make him relax, to have a rest and restore his smile.
"Oh, my Reinhardt, how are you?"
"I am well... if you are well."
"I am so tired..."
"Come here in my arms. You will see that I will make your tiredness go away..." his lover said him, opening his arms.
"Will you undress me, please?"
"What? But if you, when you were a boy, complained about being undressed by others, and now..."
"But you are not others. You are my lover. And I will undress you..."
"Mmhh, do you want to arouse me?"
"Of course... and then unveil that nice swelling in your trousers..."
"And then?" Reinhardt persisted in an insinuating tone, unbuttoning his lover's clothes.
"And then... I want it in me... first in my mouth, then in my back..."
"Oh-oh! But on one condition..."
"That is?"
"You have first to teach me how to do it."
"What, you still don't know?"
"Eh no! I am just a poor ignorant country kid. You, a handsome city gentleman, couldn't you teach me?" Reinhardt said, jokingly.
Jakobus, amused, played along, "Then, kid, do you know what is this?"
"It is a finger!"
"Not really. Its name is penis. Do you know why is it called penis?"
"No, sir, I don't know. I didn't attend the schools."
"It is called pen-is because it is used to pen-etrate."
"Penetrate, sir? And where?"
"Where you have a hole..."
"Oh, in the nose?"
"No no."
"In the ear, then?"
"No no."
"Then in the mouth."
"Bravo! As a prize, if you open your mouth and shut your eyes, I will give you something tasty..."
"Oh yes, sir, please. So... oh yes... mmhh... mmhh..."
"You see how tasty is it? Suck it carefully, my beautiful little male. Good, so... But you too have a tasty thing, a very delicious thing to let me taste, haven't you?"
So, playing, they started to make love. But the youths' game soon made room for mutual passion, an adult, virile passion. They knew each other bodies perfectly and knew how to give each other pleasure, skilfully mixing and graduating vigour with gentleness. They united with lively desire, with passion, with great love. Their movements were harmonious and beautiful because they were suggested by their reciprocal desire to give themselves and by their mutual love.
Their eyes were amorous, mischievous, sweet, serene, tender, passionate, languid, luminous, smiling. Each of their gestures was natural, genuine, frank, simple. A sweet yearning, a craving, a growing frenzy caught them as they were approaching the peak of their pleasure. Each of them was spying in the other's eyes and face the first signs of enjoyment, to reach it together. And their orgasms caught them in a deep joy, a blaze, an exultation, that gushed and spurted, that burst out with the intense vibration of their bodies.
"Oh, Jakobus, how good it is loving you. Do you think that all the lovers can feel such emotions?"
"I hope so, for them."
"We are lucky having found each other, aren't we?"
"Perfectly true. You give taste and flavour to my whole life. Or rather, you are the taste and flavour of my whole life!"
"At times I ask myself if we would not feel better if we were just two simple shepherds..."
"Is your life at court a burden?"
"No, Jakobus, it is heavy for you and, as a consequence, it becomes so also for me. I would like seeing you happy all the time, but instead I see you more and more tired, worried..."
"But here with you I feel revived..."
"Yes, that's so... at least I'm useful to you for something..."
"Were you doubting it?"
"At times. I feel so unsuitable for you..."
"Don't talk nonsense. In any case, I am the unsuitable one! I am not able to offer you a... normal life. You could be right; perhaps it would be better if we were just two simple shepherds..."
"Who knows? But... maybe right at this very moment two shepherds up in the mountains, embracing like us after having made love, are dreaming if only they they could live at the court..."
Jakobus smiled, "I feel that of the two of us, you are the wiser one..."
"Did you like our game of the country boy and the city gentleman?"
"Seeing how it ended, I should say I really liked it."
"Yes. It means we will make similar plays again..." Reinhardt giggled.
"Sure, provided that they have a similar good ending."
"Do you love me?"
"Certainly."
"I too love you, do you know?"
"It is always good hearing it."
"And being able to say it..."
One day Franz Julius went to the royal apartments, bursting with joy.
"Reinhardt, may I see Jakobus?"
"He is busy, in this moment."
"I am besides myself with joy!"
"Good."
"Don't you ask me why?"
"Because... you fell in love."
"Is it that visible?"
"It is. Do I know him?"
"I don't know, I don't think so. He has been away from the court for more than four years. He is the marquis Anthon Joseph, the son of our Ambassador in Rome. He is twenty-seven..."
"And is he too in love with you?"
"He says he is. He wants to stop here, for me. Therefore I wanted to ask Jakobus if he can assign a court rank to him, a very minor one, to allow him to stay here."
"Do you want to stay together?"
"Certainly."
"Did you already make love?"
"Of course!"
"Congratulations. I presume Jakobus will accept your request... Will you introduce him to us?"
"Certainly, if you want."
"Did you tell him about us?"
"Of course not, without your permission."
"Oh, well. He would anyway get to know it, thanks to the rumours here at court. You have my permission anyway, if Jakobus gives you his."
"Thank you, Reinhardt. You are a dear friend."
Jakobus gave him his assent and named the marquis third court archivist. They met him. He was a not beautiful man but with extremely likeable features, clever eyes and an elegant gait. He showed more of his age.
He told him about Italy in such enthusiastic terms as to make everybody want to visit it. Then he also told them about his Italian amorous encounters.
"Are you aware, Anthon, that here you are not only the oldest of us all, but also the most cheeky one?" Franz Julius asked him at one point.
"This is the advantage of age. But at this point, with you, I sorted myself out."
"It was high time, after you had had a very good time for twenty-seven years, and with men of half the world!"
"Twenty-seven? I didn't start having amorous encounters in the cradle! In fact, I started quite late. My father was at that time Ambassador in Constantinople and I was seventeen. Right in that year I had also had my two first bed experiences with two women, a lady of thirty-five and a girl of eighteen. Both experiences had been neither good nor bad. As I said I was seventeen, and was in Constantinople. An Ottoman aristocrat had invited all my family to spend a week in his beautiful villa on the Bosphorus. A 'One Thousand and One Nights' villa, believe me. Silent slaves, harem women, perfumes, music, water jets and fountains...
"That aristocrat had three sons, the youngest older than me. The first-born, Omar, was twenty-three, the second, Ali was twenty-one and the younger, Abdul was eighteen. One evening the three brothers invited me to a party just for us boys, held in a detached building situated at the rear corner of the villa garden, built on the cliff overlooking the sea. My father didn't have any objections.
"We ate, drank, there were music, dances... then they had me smoke a kind of water pipe... and my head started to whirl. Somewhat like when you start to get drunk, but more pleasurable... Everything seemed to turn, to turn, to turn...
"The girl dancers were sent away and in came some boy dancers. The music players were not visible. The dancers were four wonderful boys wearing only wide veil-like breeches, a turban, and had bare chest and feet. They were twirling around, waving, smiling... they made more sensuous movements than the girls did before. Also the music, that was at first frenzied, became more and more sensual. And one after the other the four dancers started to pull off the veils of each others breeches, always dancing, and soon they were in their birthday suits.
"Their dance was increasingly erotic, I was looking at them fascinated. It seemed almost as they all were dancing just for me. Their soft members waved in front of my eyes... they started to lightly brush against me, to touch me... and I was soon aroused. The drinks, the smoke, the music, those bodies... all conspired to make me lose any restraint. When they invited me to stand up, I complied. They made me dance with them, and I danced. They started to undress me, and I cooperated. They touched me and I touched them. Always dancing they were brushing their bodies against mine and I was enjoying it...
"I touched their now hard members, their velvety small asses. They pushed me on the carpet and massaged, kissed, licked and sucked me and I, lost any residual reserve, kissed, licked, sucked them. The four boys spread an unguent on my member and also in the ass of one of them, and the other three guided me to penetrate him. The music was going on. They taught me to move at its rhythm inside the boy under me... There were very sharp and wonderful sensations...
"I did not see that the three brothers had also undressed. But when one of them, I do not remember which one, presented his stiff member to my mouth, I received and sucked it. Meanwhile the other three dancers were lustily caressing me and one of them spread that unguent also between my buttocks, and another of the three brothers penetrated me! It was a kind of shock to me, but I was feeling inert, unable to oppose. In turn I took all three brothers, both in my mouth and in my back.
"When the three brothers had received their satisfaction in me, they dressed and left. They left me with the four naked boys and I continued making love with them until, I don't exactly know, either I lost my senses or fell asleep.
"The following morning I woke up on a soft bed, amongst veils. Abdul was near me, standing, clothed, smiling. He asked me if I remembered the previous night. Somewhat ashamed, I said him I did. He then asked me if I had enjoyed it. I answered that except for an ache in my butt-hole, I had enjoyed it. He told me that I was the first European they had ever penetrated and that they had liked it. He asked me if I had enjoyed the boy dancers and I vigorously nodded. He told me that if I wanted I could have them in my bed, one or all of them. Thus, a different one each night, I had all four of them.
"So I discovered I liked doing it with men incredibly more than with women and from that day on I never again searched for a woman. While we stayed in Constantinople, each time I went to visit the three brothers, I would have one of the boy dancers in my bed.
"Oriental people are peculiar - the older could penetrate the younger but not vice versa. Thus the three brothers penetrated me, and I penetrated the dancers, all younger than me... That was been my initiation, at first a little painful, but... worthy of the Arabian Nights!"
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 10
In my home page I've put some more of my stories. If someone wants to read them, the URL is
http://andrejkoymasky.com
If you want to send me feed-back, or desire to help revising my English translations, so that I can put on-line more of my stories in English please e-mail at
andrej@andrejkoymasky.com