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The author does not necessarily condone or subscribe to the behavior discussed in this story. It was written strictly as a form of entertainment and acts described should not be attempted by anyone that does not know what the hell they are doing. Any similarity with existing persons would be accidentally as the whole story is pure mad fantasy.
The Mission (Part 14)
Eng-Lok was huffing. The heavy body of the big Seal was folded over his shoulder. Arms and legs of the unconscious man were dangling limp while he carried him into the Abbott's chambers.
He dropped the conked out hunk on the tiled floor and looked skeptically from the sand-crusted body to the large furry rug in front of the Grand Master's bed. Cliff's musky man sweat started to fill the room. No, he had to clean the Westerner up and make him presentable for the Abbott. Eng-Lok sighed and pulled the wooden tub from behind a curtain to the center of the room.
The young Seal groaned. Cliff opened his eyes. The strange dizziness that had disabled him during the fight with the old monk was gone and he felt that his strength had returned. He was still naked and frowned at his cum and sand-crusted abs. He realized that he was inside an oval-shaped wooden tub. He knew that type of tank from many hot nights in Asian whorehouses. A grin appeared on his face when the memories of the chicks he had fucked in the warm water flushed by.
Here, however, was no warm water and no chick. Hemp ropes tied his wrists to handles right and left of his head. Likewise were his ankles tied to two handles at the opposite ridge, spreading his thighs and leaving his body suspended above the bottom of the tub. He was gagged by his shredded balaclava. The salty taste of cum -- his cum -- brought back the embarrassing memories of his humiliating defeat on the beach.
"Urrgh!" Several times his brawny body reared up in futile attempts to tear his bonds.
His muscles were flexing as he struggled to get a glance over the ridge of the tub. There was a chamber with dark granite walls. A furry rug covered the floor. The smell of incense tickled his nostrils. The curtains in front of the windows were closed. Some oil lamps were dimly lightening the room. Behind him a door opened and he heard steps approaching. Cliff recognized the younger monk in grey cotton clothes carrying two steaming buckets.
"Urrghhh...Urgh!" Cliff screamed into the gag when the hot water was poured over his body. It was as if he was boiled alive like a lobster. Eng-Lok grinned at the Seal who was thrashing in his bonds - and returned with new water until the hunky body was covered up to the chin in steaming hot water.
After a while Cliff had adjusted to the high temperature of the water. Sweat was streaming down his crimson sweat-soaked face. Eng-Lok returned again. This time he sprinkled a bundle of herbs into the hot water.
Aromatic vapors filled the chamber. Cliff felt suddenly sleepy. His muscles relaxed. The door opened again and steps approached. Indulging the hot bath the mellowed stud waited until the arrivals entered his vision. He recognized the old monk who was hardly able to look over the edge of the tub and a lanky Asian dressed in black robes.
"I see you are enjoying our hospitality Lieutenant," the black one said with a friendly smile,"my name is Kim, Colonel Kim or Master Kim as you will learn to call me..."
Cliff was instantly full awake. He sensed that the man was dangerous, despite his friendly demeanor.
"We have few questions for you Lieutenant," Kim grinned and removed the balaclava gag ," then you may continue to enjoy your bath."
"Fuck you! I ain't tellin' ya nothin'," Cliff pulled furiously at his bonds.
"Oh I think you will tell us a lot, young man," Kim sneered," see, we did already find a way to disable your big warship..."
"Fuckin' liar!" Cliff roared," you don't have the guts nor the means to take da Vincent. Wait until I get my hands on ya you bloody gook, uurgh I swear I kill `ya and that freakin' midget...uuumphhh"
"I see, you need a lesson in behavior young man," Kim was stuffing the gag back into the ranting American's mouth," as I said, the ship is already ours -- you may believe me -- and now we will take in the crew and I assure you, they will enjoy a most pleasurable stay at this temple."
"Uuurmphhhh.." the grunting and the defiant look in the Seal's eyes were sufficient reply.
"Then you will need some persuasion, young man," Kim sighed and nodded to Gao-Ban.
The Abbott had apparently used a small podium and appeared next to the Colonel.
"Young warrior, " Gao-Ban said in his soft voice," I want you to listen to the legend of Queen Chatura's oil..."
The Abbott was pouring an amber-colored oil from a small flask into the steaming water. The oil dispersed quickly and formed a thin glistening film on his skin
"Nnnuuumpphh," Cliff's eyes blinked. His body tensed in anticipation of searing pain, but nothing happened.
Gao-Ban registered the Seal's instinctive reaction with a thin smile. He raised a shining golden prayer-wheel and set it in a spinning motion.
Eng-Lok returned and added more warm water. The scent of both the incense and the aromatic vapors filled his nostrils. Mesmerized his eyes started to focus on the spinning wheel. He realized that the Asians were fucking with his mind and turned away only to find his head held in place by Eng-Lok's firm hands. The Seal tried to keep his eyes shut but the relaxing effect of the vapors and the warm water calmed him down and dulled his senses. His eye lids fluttered and he was caught by the spinning wheel. The soft voice of the old monk was inside his head, while he slumped in his bonds and relaxed...
"There once was Prince Jai-Bo, a mighty warrior, who was conquering kingdom after kingdom. When he was a little boy his mother had bathed him in the blood of the Steel Cobra, making him invulnerable. There was no knife, no arrow and no sword that could hurt him and under his leadership even his armies were invincible. His soldiers adored the young Prince, who preferred the rough life in the army camp to the luxury of his palace. Jai-Bo whored and fought side by side with his men, he boozed with them and he joined them in their looting and raping after a city was conquered.
There was, however, a prophecy, that Prince Jai-Bo would be conquered by an unborn and surrender himself as a child in the arms of a woman whom he could not satisfy.
Prince Jai-Bo had always laughed about the prophecy. It was nonsense, foolish superstitious crap, and besides the 19-years old Prince was famous for his sexual stamina as the blood of the Steel Cobra had provided him with a rod like steel as well. He was past childhood and his conquests of women were legendary. So how could the prophecy ever come true?
The day came and Prince Jai-Bo invaded the Kingdom of King Barsaf. At 63 years the King's days to lead his army were long gone. He knew too well that his army was no match for Prince Jai-Bo's troops and offered his surrender. Nevertheless his capital was plundered while the Prince and his officers rode to the Royal Palace. The King and the Queen were sitting on their thrones when the Prince and his men entered the audience hall.
Queen Chatura was a woman in her mid-forties. Although being no longer one the skinny side and having broad hips, she was good looking with her long blond curly hair, her green eyes and sensuous lips. The young warrior's loins tingled when he looked at the Queen with a lecherous sneer. In his mind was forming the picture of him ripping her clothes off and forcing his steel dick up her royal ass.
"Prince Jai-Bo, you have conquered us and now this house is yours...," the King started with a brittle voice.
"Your Majesty, not just this house - this whole Kingdom is mine now and we accept your hospitality," Jai-Bo interrupted him rudely.
"My men and I need to relax after the long ride, although we will ride a little longer I presume," the young warrior grinned and his man chuckled.
"If you will point us to your harem, it would be most accommodative," the Prince sneered with a lewd look at the Queen," we might come as a sure relief for the burden of His Majesty's old loins.
The officers giggled, while the King replied, hardly containing his anger:
"Your wish is of course granted, my royal cousin."
Prince Jai-Bo and his officers were pleasuring themselves with the King's concubines throughout the night. It was only in the wee hours of the morning, when a slave girl delivered an invitation from the Queen to Prince Jai-Bo. He was fucking a moaning concubine doggie-style and had the message read to him without interrupting his bucking.
"The old bitch needs satisfaction," the young stud bragged, pulling his dripping cock from the concubine's ass.
"Plow the royal cunt!" his men were hooting after him.
Jai-Bo ordered his bodyguards to wait outside of the Queen's bed chamber.
"Don't worry when you hear her screaming," he told his grinning men," she will enjoy finally a virile man under her covers."
He belched and pushed the doors open carrying a bottle of rice whine in his hand. Earlier he had drunken himself senseless and his steps were slightly clumsy.
"Your Majesty requested my services?" he grinned with a slurry voice scratching his crotch.
Despite his arrogant behavior and his drunken state the Queen admitted to herself that the young hunk looked dashing. The sturdy Prince was naked except for the golden bands around his bulging biceps and around his wrists and an obscene, cum-stained thong made of red silk, so flimsy that it could hardly contain his 12 inch cut manhood. Jai-Bo's face was dominated by a strong jaw that was shrouded by a blue shadow after one night of whoring and boozing and his amazing emerald green eyes. His wide grin showed two rows of immaculate white teeth. The tousled long jet-black hair was hanging down to the mid of his back. The olive skin of his hard-muscled body was smooth.
He had broad shoulders. His V-shaped torso tampered into a narrow waist. The years in the saddle had provided him with compact melon-shaped butt cheeks and strong thighs. The colorful picture of a Cobra was tattooed in the center of his chest between the protruding sculpted pectorals and down across his chiseled 6-pack abs.
Chatura was lolling alluringly on her fur-covered bed. Her nightgown opened, offering the young man a lecherous view at her buxom bosom.
"We feel rather neglected Mylord, indeed," she coed and watched gleefully a tiny wet spot appearing on the taut front part of his thong.
Releasing the primal instincts of his healthy body, the young man virtually jumped on top of the woman.
Jai-Bo's breath was heavy with the odor of booze. He was reeking of his own musky sweat and the smell of heavy sex. His tongue dove deep inside her mouth. He slurped and was breathing heavily, while his fingers dug into her pussy. Chatura spread her legs and clamped her thighs around his waist. Her sharp finger nails were grating his dimpled butt cheeks without being able to penetrate the hardened skin and leave scratch marks.
"Mylady needs it badly, huh," he sneered.
Chatura didn't reply rather then playing with the string of his thong. He grinned when her nails scratched his puckered hole. Oh no, he was not going to be finger-fucked by that horny bitch. Now he would show her how a true man was making love. Jai-Bo hunched his muscular body and caught her wrists. The Queen gasped when he sucked wildly at her tits, his face covered by a black veil of his long black hair.
"Uhh!" the young man moaned. He was rubbing his silk-covered, swollen manhood against her pussy with bucking thrusts. The front of his thong was now soaked with her female juices and his precum. It was time to fuck the bitch silly.
The Prince let his heavy body fall onto the Queen and nibbled her earlobes. She buried her teeth in his meaty shoulder. His hands seized the string of his thong and ripped the flimsy fabric off. His hefty nut sac was rubbing her pussy and his throbbing cock bloated to its full size between his abs and her soft belly.
"Mylord! Pleeease Mylord..." the urging voice of the woman made him reluctantly interrupt his stimulations. He rose and bestrode her lap. Flinging his hair back he grinned down on the Queen. His face was flushed.
"Your Majesty needs a break?" he asked hoarsely.
"Mylord would please us a lot," Chatura's hands traveled up his sweaty body and ended fondling with his nipples. The fleshy knobs responded quickly and went rigid.
"Aaargh," he groaned throwing his head back.
She pushed the man on his side and a moment later he realized she had left the bed.
"Give me a short moment to recover, my love," she blew a kiss on his lips and left into an adjacent room.
"Oh fuck!" Jai-Bo groaned. He took a sip from the bottle and lay back spread-eagled on the deranged bed, covering his eyes with one arm. His blood pulsed painfully in his blue balls and his man pole stood straight upright.
He must have dozed off and awoke from Chatura calling him.
"Mylord?"
He rose to his elbows and blinked in lust and booze induced stupor.
"Mylord?" her voice lured from the adjacent room.
Jai-Bo rose from the bed with a sheepish grin. His boner was throbbing up and down as he stumbled on naked feet to the door.
It was a bathroom. The Queen was sitting in a huge wooden bathtub. Steaming water laced with aromatic herbs was hiding her body from his lascivious eyes.
"Mylord please join us..." she beckoned him invitingly.
"First I need to piss," he drawled.
The hunk didn't bother for any decency. He stood in a wide stance. One arm akimbo and one hand at his horse-hung shaft he emptied a strong yellow stream of piss audibly into the silver bucket that was quickly offered by a slave girl. But then he didn't need a second invitation and joined Chatura. A slave girl appeared and poured aromatic amber-colored oil into the water.
"I prepared this oil myself," the Queen purred between their kisses," it is an ancient recipe for love-making." The oil did strangely not swim on the surface, but attached itself to the lovers' bodies that wriggled in the warm water. Somehow they felt the ongoing mutual stimulations intensified.
Jai-Bo was eagerly licking Chatura's slippery boobs and she caressed his slick butt working the oil into his skin. His whole body was on fire. Her nails scratched softly the hyper-sensitive tips of his man tits.
"Uuurgh!" animalistic grunts rasped from his throat. No other woman had ever excited Jai-Bo more than Queen Chatura. Although he felt an urgent desire to fuck the woman, the warm water and the steaming vapors made him mellow and tamed the wild, young buck. For the first time in his life he surrendered his dominant role when he was with a woman. He knew instinctively that this experienced older woman could provide him with pleasures beyond imagination. Jai-Bo allowed to be turned around. Chatura's tits were softly pressing against his back. His head rested on her shoulder. She smothered him with a kiss and he responded like a drowning man. Chatura's legs encircled his legs from behind, spreading him wide. Then she buckled her knees and started rubbing his shaft with the smooth soles of her feet.
"Aaaah!" the warrior arched his back in pleasure. Chatura intensified his lust by kneading his pecs and softly squeezing his nipples. Gradually the woman guided the young stud to ever higher levels of pleasure. Again and again she led him to the brink of eruption only to cool him down into sweet weakness.
"UUUuhhh..." Jai-Bo moaned excited. His dick rose proudly to its fullest size. The bloated mushroom head turned crimson and he felt the beat of his pulse in the slowly throbbing shaft.
"Shhhh..." the Queen calmed his arousal and the penis deflated to a semi-erect state.
"Aarghhh," the young man groaned in frustration. His nuts were hurting badly. He didn't see the satisfied smile in Chatura's face. She had subjugated the callous warrior's manhood of which he was so proud under her command.
His eyes were pleading. Again she made him hard and this time she kept him bonerized.
Jai-Bo lost any count of time. Relaxed and docile he lowered his unshaved cheek on her bosom accepting the offered tit stuffed between his lips. With his eyes closed, he was sucking happily. Chatura had caught his floating penis between her thighs and was rubbing him softly. Silvery, gooey strings of his pre-cum were drifting in the water.
Unnoticed by the enthralled hunk, the King entered through a secret door. The Queen smiled at him. The slave girl brought a golden tray with one white oval-shaped object of the size of a grape. The girl poured some of the oil over the object. The King took it carefully between his thumb and index finger and brought it close to his eyes. The shell was semi-transparent and he could see something tiny wriggling inside. It was an egg of a Cobra, almost read to hatch.
Chatura kneaded Jai-Bo's firm ass until the muscular orbs relaxed. Softly she spread the cheeks giving her husband access to the rosy puckered hole. The King stretched his little finger with an elongated nail.
"He! He! You kinky bitch!" Jai-Bo giggled when he felt the scratching at his butt hole. But this time Chatura had primed the young stud sufficiently and he readily agreed to a finger fuck. His sphincter opened wide. The oil-lazed water flooded the shit chute greasing him up nicely. He didn't even feel it when the King slipped the egg inside. The ring muscle closed tight around the King's finger.
"Ohh, yesss, that feels good," Jai-Bo moaned with closed eyes. The King slipped his finger up and down and pushed the egg in as deep as possible. When the Prince started to buck his hips he pulled his finger from the young man's ass. The King walked back to the wall and nodded to the Queen.
Chatura dug her nails into the flexing butt cheeks and spanked them playfully.
"Hey!" the husky stud opened his eyes and laughed.
It took only a few hard slaps on Jai-Bo's firm buttocks to make the egg burst. Slowly the little Cobra hatched. Curiously it started exploring the dark, moist and comfortably warm environment.
The Prince unaware of the King's presence was now ready to fuck. He tried to push himself between Chatura's thighs, but found it difficult to get a firm hold on her oil-slippery body.
"Shit you are slippery as a mermaid," he laughed.
"I am not an easy catch," Chatura tussled with him playfully squeezing his manhood between her thighs.
"You want to play rough huh?" Jai-Bo grinned. Finally he managed to gain a hold at the ridge of the tub and wriggled his slim waist between the woman's legs.
Then his grin turned into a confused look. Something seemed to stir in his groin. There was only a minor pain when the baby snake used its egg tooth to cut through the anal wall. Invitingly ahead lured the prostrate with its succulent secretions.
The hatchling entwined itself around the quivering pleasure button making the Prince grunt in primal lust.
"Uurgh...fuck! What ...?," a lustful jolt surged through his body. His hands slipped from the tub's ridge sliding weakly back on top of Chatura with his face between her boobs.
"Aaaahh! Shit!" he arched his back in ecstasy. Chatura grabbed him and pulled him down. Smothering him between her voluptuous breasts she pushed his head into the water. The muscular body was convulsing wildly. His oil-slick feet didn't find a hold on the bottom of the tub.
Soon the writhing stud was drifting helpless in the water. The flexing cheeks of his bubble butt were bucking in and out of the water, up and down, when the snake in his guts forced him into a climax.
"Huhhhh! Huh! .... Uurgh!..Uhh!" huffing and puffing, gasping for air he came hard. Big strings of white cum shot from his cock and mixed with the water. His head rose painfully. With his mouth still pressed between her boobs his emerald green eyes looked at Chatura in confusion. Although he had cum, this time oddly his orgasm won't stop.
"Mylord needs a break?" The older woman hugged him and rocked him, lolling him to loose himself entirely in the agony of ecstasy.
During this moment of delirious pleasure his ankles were seized. Jai-Bo's warrior instincts took over instantly. Looking over his shoulder he saw two slave girls pulling nooses of hemp rope around his ankles. Behind them the King was leaning against the wall.
His resistance started only after one of his ankles was already tied up, because his reflexes were slowed down by the ongoing climax and the booze in his system. His free leg kicked wildly. But then his head was pushed under water. Greased up in oil the power of his muscles deflagrated to no avail. When Chatura pulled him from the water by his hair his ankles were firmly tethered to the tub spreading his long legs wide.
"Y-you..." he blubbered, looking dazed at the Queen and then a new climax hit him.
"Aaawww...!" his howl was cut off when his face submerged in the warm water. The muscle stud was thrashing in frenzy, while his nuts were pumping hot cum. White globs of clotted cum emerged on the surface of the water.
When his senses returned he was tied spread-eagled to the tub on top of Chatura, his face resting between her boobs.
"Has the boy been naughty my love," the King asked. He started to undress his robes.
"Yes my husband, very naughty indeed," Chatura replied.
"You need a lesson in behaviour my royal cousin," Barsaf entered the tub.
Jai-Bo watched in disbelief a slave girl handing a riding crop.
"Noooo! Don't you dare!" Jai-Bo yelled.
"Don't give me orders in my palace, boy!" the King stroke out.
The Queen pushed the Prince's mouth into the warm water efficiently silencing his curses. His whole body went rigid when the leather head of the crop hit his butt.
The young warrior was thrashing wildly in his bonds. He got the whopping of his life. The King and the queen watched gleefully the twitching buttocks turning into a scarlet color. When Jai-Bo's body went limp Barsaf whipped him a bit further to make the lesson last.
Jai-Bo's screams had been muffled by the water. When the whipping had stopped and Chatura released his head. His face was as crimson as his buttocks. The tough fighter was far from being broken.
"You are both going to regret this, " the Prince hissed with a hatred look at the Queen,"you will serve me as the whore that you are, while your husband is watching."
"Then let us test the strength of your manhood," Barsaf was tapping on his shoulder.
"No way! Stop! I will kill you!" the pressure of the King's dick head against his sphincter made Jai-Bo flip wildly in his bonds. His reddened buns clenched tight keeping the invader outside.
His cry for help was silenced by the Queen who pushed now his entire face into the water. The lack of air loosened his rear defenses. His movements slowed down and his sphincter muscle slackened. Assisted by the oily water that made the tight ring muscle slippery the King felt his dick gradually slipping inside. Bubbles surfaced around the Prince's submerged head indicating that he was screaming under water.
Jai-Bo's biceps were bulging as he tried to pull his body away. The hemp ropes shackling his ankles stretched, cutting painfully in his flesh. For a moment it seemed as if the ropes would tear. A shiver ran through the flexing body. Then a stifled blubbering and he was pulled back on Barsaf's dick, only a bit further then before. The husky body convulsed again. This time the young man only managed to pull himself half-way of the King's cock. Barsaf held the stud's lean hips in a smooth grip and left it to the ropes to pull him back. Once in a while Chatura lifted his head to let him breathe. It went perfectly well. The muscular young man was wearing himself out. The struggle went on until the King's dick was comfortably sheathed up the exhausted young warrior's deflowered chute. Jai-Bo's face lay submerged.
Not willing to kill him, the King seized his long hair and pulled his head back.
The stuffed Prince inhaled deeply. His emerald eyes were bulging as he faced the grinning Queen.
"You will surely die for that, old man!" Jai-Bo cursed, coughed and bucked under him.
"Aaahhh, it has been a long time since I enjoyed such a tight, young ass!" Barsaf started thrusting. Could it be that he was the Prince's first?
"Aaaaiiiehhh," Jai-Bo uttered a shrill high-pitched squeak. The King was now sure that the stud had been a virgin. He had apparently never experimented with men and that made the conquest even more pleasurable. The King was thrusting rejuvenated.
Every muscle in the young warrior's body flexed. Furiously he was thrashing in his bonds. It was futile. Barsaf rode Jai-Bo the same way as the Prince had ridden countless women and the writhing jock screamed like the women he had fucked. Desperately he tried to clench his ass, to squeeze the royal dick out.
"Yes, resist me! I like that when I break in my horses!" the King laughed at Jai-Bo's howls of fury.
"Unng...aaaiiehhhh...unng...fuck!"
The bodyguards outside heard the screams and laughed.
"The Prince is fucking that old whore silly," one said to the other.
"Yeah, he is all man, just what the whore needs," the other replied, adjusting his bulging crotch.
"Ffuuuuck!" Jai-Bo screamed as the Queen twisted his man tits.
"OOhhhh! Unnggg!" He groaned as the Queen jacked his dick.
"Thank you for the precious gift of your virginity. I feel honored that you preserved yourself for me," the King sneered after he had popped the young stud's cherry. When he fucked the Prince deep, he felt the Cobra wriggling against the sensitive head of his penis. Since a long time he hadn't enjoyed a fuck that much and after a while Jai-Bo enjoyed it as well. Humped and pumped into the next climax his cries of pain and fury turned into howls of lust.
"Yeah, ohh yeah ... harder, fuck me harder," the impaled warrior hollered and bucked in rhythm with the old man's thrusts.
"My pleasure!" Barsaf fucked another series of cum shots from Jai-Bo's dick.
"Yeah...uhhh..fuck...huh...fuck...huuuuuh," The Prince was now a helpless sex toy for the couple.
The vengeful King humiliated the young man further by spanking his sore buns again and all the time the hunk was rock hard.
His testicles produced his man-juice at an accelerated rate and pumped the gooey load through the vas deferens into his ejaculatory ducts where it joined the urethra. The hatchling had sensed the cum shots pulsing through Jai-Bo's ejaculatory ducts when they passed the prostrate gland. Attracted by the scent of the man's seed the baby snake used its egg tooth to cut softly into the urethra. Cum was leaking and voraciously sucked in by the little hatchling before it reached the piss slit.
Pulling the plug on his external cum shots, however, did not end the climax. The young buck was howling in an unbearable agony of lust while the little Cobra drained him slowly of his juices. It took the whole day and the next night until his baby maker went limp. During this time Jai-Bo's rebellious spirit dissolved in the churning torrents of the endless orgasm.
The old man had taken him again ignoring his pleads for mercy. When Chatura left to sleep for a few hours, the King would force his dick down the sobbing Prince's throat.
The now docile young man gagged while the taste of his own ass filled his mouth; then his throat was rinsed with royal seed, but there was no more fight left in him.
"Yes Boy drink it, swallow it all -- so you know, who is your master!" The old man proofed insatiable. Jai-Bo's green eyes blinked. He retched while cum spilled from the corners of his mouth. He was still swallowing and trying to catch his breath when the King was again fondling his balls. The King looked satisfied at the shrunken nut sac in the palm of his hand and fucked the young man for a final time.
"I am afraid, your manhood will never satisfy a woman again Mylord," Chatura smiled down on Jai-Bo's face that was covered with globs of his curdled cum. Something snapped inside of his mind and he lost it.
The proud, arrogant warrior was reduced to a blubbering brainless man-child. Finally his big body slumped and he drifted into darkness. His face submerged with the long black hair floating around his head. When he lost control over his muscles a tiny spurt of piss left his flaccid manhood. The slack sphincter muscle opened and his guts were flooded with the warm water. The little snake detached itself from the prostrate and hatched from his gaping ass hole to be finally born. And so the prophecy was fulfilled.
Jai-Bo moaned, stirred anxiously and woke. He opened his eyes and recognized the beautiful face of the concubine, whom he had fucked doggie-style, smiling down on him.
"Uhh... I had the strangest dream," he groaned. His head felt oddly cool. The Prince froze, when he realized that he had been shorn bald. A dull pain spread from his nipples that had been pierced with golden rings across his sculpted pectorals.
His smooth olive skin was glistening with aromatic oil. There was as well a dull pain lingering in his lap. Then he screamed, discovering his crotch in bandages. After his castration he was now a permanent member of King Barsaf's harem.
The gelded Prince was still screaming, when two concubines lifted his legs and his scream turned into a high-pitched squeak as the concubine, whom he had fucked, drove a well-oiled golden phallus up his exposed clean shaved ass.
"With the compliments of His Majesty," the concubine said," It has been molded as a true replica of the royal dick. King Barsaf wishes you to remember him, while he is not around."
In time Jai-Bo became the Royal couple's favorite catamite although Queen Chatura regretted that he was not able to give her satisfaction.
Wasn't this a nice story, my young warrior?" Gao-Ban asked in his soft, lulling voice.
Cliff blinked into the reflections of the spinning prayer wheel. He had been completely absorbed by the monk's tale and wondered how much time had passed.
"W-what?" he stammered and realized that he was no longer gagged.
"You liked it!" the Abbott pointed gleefully at the Seal's abs.
"What the fuck ...?" Cliff blushed visibly, looking at the obvious remains of a cum shot that were dissolving in the water. A silvery glistening rope of his seed was still oozing from his piss slit. He had shot his wad during the monk's tale without even realizing it.
"Shit..., I can't believe I ...uhm," Cliff muttered embarrassed.
"Young warrior you might now like to give me your...uhm ... personal access codes for your ship's main frame," the Abbott looked at Cliff with a friendly smile.
"The fuck I won't tell ya anything," the Seal struggled in his bonds," you fuckin' gooks won't get any information out of me ... w-what is that? Man you can't be serious!"
The Seal looked with wide open eyes at the white oval shaped object that the still smiling Grand-Master was suddenly holding in the palm of his hand.
"Oh, young man you will tell us a lot more than you think," Gao-Ban was softly pushing the tip of his index finger on the little thing in his hand. His eyes were locking into the Lieutenant's wide open eyes and he recognized purest panic and terrible animalistic fear.
"No way, man! Don't you even think about putting that thing inside of me!" Cliff roared. The muscles of his arms and legs were bulging as he was pulling wildly at the ropes. Still showing the egg to the cursing Seal, the monk reached with his other hand between the big thighs. When Cliff felt the Asian's fingers reaching under his balls he went ballistic. The hunky body was writhing up and down, thrashing in undisguised panic. He tried to close his thighs but the ropes were holding them apart, leaving the cleft between his slightly spread butt cheeks vulnerable to the imminent attack.
"The access codes, if you please," Gao-Ban's finger nail was now grazing the perineum moving closer to the clenched buttocks.
"No, fuck you! I can't tell ya'," Cliff was writhing, desperately trying to evade. Since childhood, he was haunted by an awkward, primal fear of snakes. The tough training as a combat diver that he had endured had helped him to mastering his feelings - at least he had thought so. Unknowingly, the Grand-Master had launched an attack, where the cocky hunk was at his weakest. Cliff was struggling against an onslaught of sheer panic. The prospect of the little snake wriggling inside of him, was almost unbearable.
"Noooo!" he screamed on top of his voice. His head was shaking right and left. Pulling the robes he lifted himself halfway out from the water only to slump back, groaning desperately in the agonizing awareness of his helplessness.
Unimpressed by the young American's valiant struggle, Gao-Ban bent forward almost falling into the tub. His finger slipped between the firm butt cheeks and rested on the tightly clenched sphincter. Cliff felt the Asian's finger nail grating up and down his ass cleft. Again and again the finger tip was pushing against the firmly clenched hole.
"Fffuck!" the stud cursed through gritted teeth. The oil in the water had made his skin slippery and all his attempts to keep the invader outside were to no avail. The grinning monk twisted his finger and pushed through the ring muscle.
"Oh no, damn ya', ya' are a fuckin' pervert, " Cliff howled while the Abbott's finger was probing his ass.
"Ahh, that will do nicely," Gao-Ban licked his lips. He was rhythmically thrusting his finger in and out of the blustering young man. Cliff knew what Gao-Ban was up to and he was determined not to get turned on. For a moment he even forgot about the snake. The sensation of the moving finger was humiliating but Cliff found he could take it.
"Yeah you fuckin' `ol bugger, have your fun while it lasts..." He would kill the old bastard for that, he swore to himself while his thighs relaxed in an automatic reflex to accommodate the rubbing invader. "Unngh, shit," the chiseled abdominals tensed spasmodically, when the finger reached the Seal's love button. There was no way to control the powerful sensations.
The confused expression in Cliff's face told Gao-Ban that the finger-fuck was finally getting to the stud. First sighs of clearly unwanted arousal mixed with the ongoing cursing and ranting.
"Fuck you!" The Seal squirmed, utterly betrayed by his body. His long legs stretched to the edge of the tub and his entire body went tense.
Gao-Ban rammed his finger as deep up his helpless victim's ass as it would go. The high-pitched squeak gave Cliff away. With a triumphant grin Gao-Ban started rubbing the spot he had just hit with cruel diligence. Cliff's dick jumped at attention as if it was pulled up by a string. He threw his head back into his neck while his hips were thrusting upwards following his bodily instincts.
"And now this..." Gao-Ban hissed.
"No, don't do that!" Cliff's muscles cramped as he had to watch the monk lowering his other hand, ready to feed the egg into the Seal's shit chute.
"Tell me, what I want to know and we can move on to the more pleasurable part of this evening," Gao-Ban's voice cooed.
"Oh shit, this can't be happening, noooo!" Cliff squealed with panic when the hand moved between his thighs. The Abbott had stopped the finger-fucking and was spreading the firm cheeks.
"Fuck! Not the fuckin' snake! Noooo!" It happened in an instant. The 220 lbs Seal turned into a pleading sobbing bundle of panic.
"No, please man - don't do it, not the fuckin' snake. I'll tell ya', I'll tell ya' all - just stop it, oh please have mercy, not the snake. N-nnoooo...please," Cliff's powerful body was flipping and thrashing in the tub.
"Well, why did you put up such a silly fight, that you could not win?" the Abbott frowned.
"I..I...please, noooo I told `ya I will tell," tears were streaming across Cliff's crimson cheeks, when the soft egg was rubbed against his puckered hole.
"Are you sure, young warrior?" the egg was slightly pulled from between the butt cheeks.
"Yes, man - fuck I swear I'll tell `ya every fuckin' thing you wonna know," the stud groaned hoarsely, "just put that fuckin' snake away, please!"
"I am glad we have an understanding," Gao-Ban put the egg down on a small plate and wiped his oily hands dry on his robes. He gave the shaking hunk a smile and turned to the door.
"Not the snake...not the fuckin' snake..." Cliff moaned. He slumped back and dozed off exhausted.
(... to be continued)