Date: Wed, 27 Dec 2006 09:09:40 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The Merchant of Venice 10/29 (historical)

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THE MERCHANT OF VENICE Or The Twenty-Four Nights of Lorenzo and Poletto
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2006
written the 17th of June, 1991
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by John

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE MERCHANT OF VENICE" 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.

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CHAPTER 10
NINTH NIGHT
The Bet

"Poletto, today I did nothing but think of you - last night you outdid
yourself. Do you know that you are becoming really skilled?"

"With a teacher like you, my master, it's easy to become a good pupil."

"All the day long I just thought about yesterday night and waited for
this moment to come..."

"I too waited for this moment, dear master. I missed you. And now that
at last I'm near you, I feel a strong desire to start again from where
we stopped yesterday night..."

"Listen, just for tonight, why don't we start by making love? Look here,
how much I'm already aroused... and you too are..."

Poletto didn't answer but bent on Lorenzo and took between his lips one
of his tits squeezing and sucking it, while with a hand was caressing
his beautiful, quivering pole and with the other was brushing his body
on the most sensitive spots.

The man let him continue for a while, enjoying the attentions and gently
caressing the boy's hair and back. Then he moved so that his head could
approach Poletto's lap and with the tip of his tongue he started to
titillate his member, to lick it, to squeeze its tip between his lips.

The boy emitted a long, tremulous sigh of pleasure and pushed all of his
shuddering tool into Lorenzo's welcoming mouth, who started at once to
suck it with passion. He was glad that Polo was taking the initiative.

"What do you want me to do for you, my beautiful little male?" he asked
after a while.

Poletto didn't answer but laid on his back and put his ankles on the
man's shoulders, so offering himself to him. Then Lorenzo went down to
lick and rim the greedy boy's palpitating little hole, wetting it with
saliva and preparing it. When he felt he was shuddering with passion, he
put his hands under the small and firm buttocks, raised and spread them,
aimed at the hole with his strong and hard tool and started to push with
calibrated vigor, with controlled force. He felt the hole gradually
broaden, palpitate, and felt the tip of his pole starting to slip inside
him, extremely slowly but relentlessly, millimeter by millimeter.

He held himself back, not to surrender to the temptation to plunge
inside in only one stroke, and protracted prolonged that slow invasion,
that desired penetration, espying on the boy's face the emotions he was
feeling. Poletto's face was radiant, luminous. The boy's eyes were fixed
on those of the man and were communicating to him all the pleasure and
the joy he was experiencing while being taken.

That ravished, entranced, happy expression and that look were just
increasing and exalting the pleasure and the joy that Lorenzo was
feeling.

"Tell me, my boy, are you enjoying it?"

"Oh yes... to die for..." Polo murmured caressing the man's wide chest,
his slender hips, his hard and sinewy buns. "I like it, yes..." he
murmured again, brushing with his fingers the thighs tense in the effort
and the muscled arms, caressing the hands that were holding his hips,
then going back to titillate the man's tits, hard from the excitement.

Lorenzo continued to sink in that warm and soft flesh, little by little,
almost panting for the effort to control himself, until his stake was
totally and firmly confined inside the boy.

Then Poletto started to make his hole palpitate vigorously and lightly
tilted his small ass, while pulling the man's torso to himself until he
could reach his tits with his lips, and started to lick, suck and bite
artfully.

Lorenzo moved his hands putting one on the boy's chest and the other on
his hot and beautiful member, and moved them in a slow erotic massage,
at times slow, at times almost rough. He started to move his pelvis back
and forth in slow but vigorous strokes, each time sinking into Poletto
with determination and withdrawing slowly. Then he stopped and gently
slipped away, parting from the boy, raising him with his strong hands
and making him kneel. Lorenzo made him spread his legs well and knelt
behind him, slipping his knees between the boy's legs. He leant against
him embracing him and again aimed between the small buns with his hard
pole.

Poletto guided him with his hands, pushing out his small ass to meet
him, until Lorenzo started again to penetrate him, to fill him. Again
united, while with one hand Lorenzo was artfully massaging the boy's
genitals, he started to move again inside him with fast and virile
strokes, kissing his neck and shoulder, biting his earlobe, while Polo,
stretching his hands back, caressed his sides. The penetration rythm
increased and became faster and faster, almost laborious. Both were
moaning with the pleasure that they were reciprocally giving to each
other.

Then Lorenzo came in a frenzy of vigorous jets, flooding the boy's
entrails. He stopped masturbating Poletto, because he didn't want the
boy to come. After he fired his last spurt of seed, he parted from him
and still on his knees, made the boy stand in front of him, putting his
hands on his hips and opened his mouth. Poletto grasped immediately what
the man wanted, so he moved his lean hips forward and slipped his
beautiful firm pole of quivering flesh into that hot mouth. He put his
hands on the man's head and started to move his pelvis back and forth in
a fast rythm. As soon as Lorenzo felt the first jet of the boy's sweet
liqueur, he pushed  his head forward so that the boy's pole reached into
his throat, and held his breath until he felt that Poletto had poured
all of his elixir of life.

He then withdrew his head, swallowed the boy's warm seed which he still
held in his mouth, and exhaled a deep satisfaction sigh. Both abandoned
themselves on the bed, sated, embracing, kissing and softly caressing
each other. When they were both totally relaxed, they sat up, leaning
against the bedhead.

"Do you feel like hearing another part of my story now, Poletto?"

"Sure, I like knowing everything about my dearest master and about his
adventures. You had left the town with your slave Ibrahim, joining that
caravan going to... to where?"

"To Isfān, in Persia. When our caravan was in sight of the town, we
stopped at an inn to spend the coming night there, before dealing with
the last stretch of road. In fact it was not good for a caravan to reach
a town at night, besides, it would find the city gates closed.

After having had supper with some of the caravan members, while my slave
Ibrahim was choosing a quiet corner to spread our blankets for the night
and watch over my goods, I departed a little to relieve myself. After
wandering around for a while to find a secluded place, I saw a thick of
bushes against a rock, so I slipped between them. I had just finished
and was doing up my breeches, when I heard a slight noise, like the moan
of somebody feeling ill.

I was about going towards the source of that moan, thinking that
possibly somebody could need my help, when that moan became clearer and
more distinct - for sure it wasn't somebody feeling ill, on the
contrary, I now clearly understood it was the moaning of somebody making
love. Feeling curious, being careful not to raise any noise, I started
to slowly move, approaching the source of that sound.

Suddenly I heard a man's voice whispering, "Why did you stop? Go on!"

And the voice of another man, answered in a low voice, "I thought I
heard some noise, Muhammad!"

"No... No, go on; suck me and don't worry, Nādir. Go on, so later I'll
put it all into your ass. Here we are safe, there is nobody."

Two men were making love! This made me even more curious and excited at
the same time. With extreme caution I approached more until, by the soft
light of the moon, a scene really worth being seen appeared before my
eyes. A man was leaning with his shoulders against a sloping rock, so
half-lying on it, his feet planted well on the ground, his legs spread.
His tunic was raised to his chest and revealed his bare lower body, just
slightly obese and not really beautiful. Before him, kneeling on the
ground, a young man more or less of my age, was heatedly sucking the
man's pole, of a remarkable size, making it appear and disappear in his
mouth stretched wide to contain it. In fact that member, that had less
than a span in length, had such a diameter that a hand could barely
close around it!

The man was keeping his tunic raised with one hand, while the other was
caressing the hair of the youth, who was giving him pleasure with
alacrity. The kneeling young man, who with one hand was keeping that
amazing member still while with the other, under his own tunic, was
rapidly masturbating himself.

Suddenly the man, with an hoarse voice, said, "That's enough, Nādir,
stop it. Stand up, I want to fuck you."

The man stood up from the rock and had the youth lean against it in his
place, his belly against the rock. He raised his tunic revealing his
bare ass, spat on his hand and spread some saliva on the youth's anus,
pointed his formidable flesh weapon and started to push.

"Go gently, Muhammad, you're hurting me... It's too big... Ouch, go
gently..."

"Shut up. It's because it's big that you like it, don't you? Keep still,
let me do it!"

"No, it's too big, you're hurting me! Stop it. I would rather make you
come with my mouth, Muhammad!"

"Stay still and silent and let me do it, or I will tell your father and
brothers that you enjoy sex only with males!"

"No, for the Prophet's sake! Heaven help if my family came to know...
Please, Muhammad... put at least more saliva on it..."

"My women never raise such a fuss!" the man answered giving another big
stroke with his loins.

The boy was shaking and I could see his beutiful face seized by pain. I
was excited. The man tried to penetrate him, but seemed not to succeed.

Panting, the man said, "Don't squeeze, idiot, relax! Come on, Nādir,
you'll see that you'll enjoy it when you have all of it inside you!"

I was feeling a strong temptation to go out in the open to unite with
them... The youth had shut his eyes and with both hands he was trying to
spread his buns more to make it easier for that flesh-tree to enter him,
for that greedy battering ram to force his door open. But it seemed not
possible. He must have entered him just  a few millimeters when the man
started to jolt, seized by the orgasm, and discharged on the boy's butt.

At this point I thought to withdraw and go away and moved, but my foot
struck against something. I looked - on the ground there were their
mantles and on them also their breeches and turbans. One of the turbans
had a red enamel clip. Rapidly I bent down, slipped the clip off and
vanished, in haste and unseen, hidden by the rocks.

I was only just back at the inn again, when the man called Muhammad
entered. His turban was in order, so I understood that the clip I had
stolen had to belong to the young Nādir. The man was talking with some
other people with a familiar tone and I noticed that everybody were
treating him with some deference. I asked one of my merchant mates if he
knew who that man was. So I came to know that he was the former chief of
the Shah's pages, and that he was living in Isfān, in a rich and
beautiful house, surrounded by young and beautiful wives. That man, even
though he no longer had an official charge, still had a remarkable
political weight and therefore his protection was coveted and sought
out.

I was listening to these explanations, when the young Nādir entered too,
with his turban in his hands. He joined a group of people in another
corner of the wide room. I then asked my mate, with an indifferent
expression, who was the last comer.

"I don't know him, but I think he is part of Ismail Egbal's family, as
he went to sit with them."

After hearing this information and chatting some more, when the
inn-keeper started to douse the lanterns, I went to lie down in the
place prepared by my slave. In the total darkness, I pulled Ibrahim to
me and, recalling the scene I saw outside, I took my pleasure with him
for a long while and with passion. As usual, Ibrahim was a real artist
in giving me all the pleasure I desired so that soon I forgot the scene
I had caught and totally devoted myself to enjoy him.

When we reached Isfān, I liked the town so much that I decided to stop
there for a while. To live in, I bought a small shop near the great
mosque, almost bordering the bazaar but not inside it, with storage at
the back and a few rooms upstairs.

With Ibrahim's help, I set everything up and in a few days I could start
my activity in gold commerce, which was my speciality. My goods and the
fact that I was a foreigner at once attracted a good clientele and my
business started in a good way.

I soon tied good relationships with the other merchants of the
neighbourhood so that we often met in the evening to chat together. Each
of us told the others his stories or adventures, and also legends from
his land, so that my presence was always welcome.

On one of those evenings, a merchant named Jussip was boasting about his
art as a lover and about the fact that there was no woman able to resist
his advances. Others competed with him to boast their successes in the
amorous field. So that soon everyone was trying to decide, through the
stories, which one was the most skilled lover.

But at one point an old merchant, by name Ali Sadr, said, "Women want to
be conquered. There is no merit in conquering one of them."

I then hinted, "Yes, it's really a lot more difficult to persuade a man
to have sex with another man, but..." and I told them how I got to have
sex with an Egyptian man by making him believe I was his wife.

Everybody laughed merrily, and one said, "Once, it could also be luck.
But it's true, for a man it's way more difficult to conquer another man.
With women and boys there is no merit."

"If a man is really skilled... be it with a woman, or a boy or a even
another man... Eveybody has his own weak side, it's enough to discover
that and one can be able to have that man in one's bed." I said.

"No way, not with a man; it's almost impossible, unless he is already a
man-lover."

"Any man, if you handle him in the right way and if he is sure nobody
comes to know of it, can surrender to another man." I insisted.

Thus, from word to word, from refutation to counter-refutation, a kind
of challenge was set up.

So, I said, "For sure, all of you who are here now, after all these
speeches, would refuse to make love with me. But I'm certain about what
I'm saying. Point me out somebody unaware of our discussion, give me
enough time and I will have him on my bed and have sex with him."

The old Ali then said, "You seem to be really confident, Lorenzo. Very
good, I issue a challenge. If you succeed having sex with all of the
seven sons of merchant Egbal, I'll pay you fourteen gold pieces."

At once, the others joined in that challenge. I was amused and said I
was tempted to accept.

So, at the end, old Ali proposed, "Listen, you all - we are now exactly
eight to challenge Lorenzo. Thus I suggest - each of us puts fourteen
gold pieces and Lorenzo puts fifteen pieces. All together it is 127
pieces, a large sum. Now, if Lorenzo comes to have one of Egbal's sons
in his bed, he will get one gold piece, he earns two pieces for the
second son, four pieces for the third and so on, doubling each time..."

We discussed some more and set out the rules - I had in all three months
time. On each occasion I had to summon two of them to withness I had sex
with one of the seven brothers. If one of them revealed or tried to
hinder my plan, he would lose his fourteen gold pieces to my benefit. I
could use any means, excluding physical violence or drugs to have them
on my bed. The seven brothers had to accept, for whatever reason, to
have sex with me. All eight of them committed themselves, with a solemn
oath, to never reveal to anybody if and how I managed to have sex with
the seven sons of Egbal, nor what we would do in bed.

We wrote down the challenge contract and the rules and we all subscribed
it. I had done my calculations - if I succeeded to have in my bed four
of them, I would just have back my gold, but with the fifth I would
double the sum I was risking. Possibly somewhat foolhardily, I felt sure
of my success, besides the fact that I aleady knew, differently from my
challengers, that Nādir loved sex with men. But he was just one of seven
and anyway I could not be sure he would like having sex with me.

When I went to bed that night, Ibrahim told me, "Master, so you are
risking your fifteen gold pieces..."

"No, my boy. And you will help me not to lose them. And if I get to win
all that sum, I promise you I will grant you your freedom."

"But I feel fine with you, master. What use do I have for freedom?"

"You will help me anyway, won't you?"

"Of course. Just tell me what I have to do."

"I don't still know... First of all I have to discover the weak points
of each of the seven brothers. Any human being has his own weak point
and if I discover it, half of the problem is already solved."

I thought that, if I played my cards shrewdly, in Nādir I could have a
useful ally. Therefore I decided to start with him. On a Friday, while
he was leaving the great mosque after noon prayers, I sent Ibrahim to
call him.

As soon as the young man came to my shop, I asked him to follow me to my
store-room to talk in peace. It was the first time I could see him by
near. Under the moonlight, possibly also for the arousing scene, he had
seemed me more beautiful than he really was, anyway he was not bad at
all.

"Nādir Egbal, I have watched you for a long while and your prettines
charms me, as you really are a handsome young man. I would like offering
you my alcove to enjoy your graces." I told him directly.

"I don't understand..." he said, becoming alarmed.

"I know that you too like sex with men, but don't worry, your secret is
in good hands. I like you, as I told you. My tool is not big like that
of Muhammad, therefore I will not hurt you, but it is anyway of good
dimension and I can give you pleasure."

"What are you talking about? What kind of bawdy proposals you dare..."

I then showed him the clip of his turban. He understood and went pale.
As I was telling him how I saw the whole scene, he started to tremble.

"Nādir, you have nothing to fear from me, I don't want to do you any
harm. I just would like having sex with you."

"Will you promise me that you will say nothing to my family?"

"Sure, and I promise you something more. I promise you also that, if one
day your brothers come to know that you like sex with men, with adult
men, not only will they not say or do anything bad to you, but on the
contrary, they will keep everything secret. If you accept to have sex
with me, afterwards I will explain you my project."

"I am in your hands, anyway..."

"Trust me and you will not regret it."

"I cannot do anything else."

"Good. Then, come upstairs to my room... Come... I want you now..."

He meekly followed me. We undressed, went on my bed and he let me take
him. I sank in him without any difficulty, as he was already more than
accustomed to being penetrated. At first he accepted passively the
intercourse, but soon he showed an increasing pleasure and started to
participate, until he begged me to penetrate him deeper and harder .

When we were both satisfied, Nādir shyly asked me, "Can we meet again,
Lorenzo?"

"With real pleasure, Nādir. But on a condition. I want to have sex also
with all six your brothers. If you'll help me to succeed, you can come
into bed with me any time you desire, I promise."

I told him nothing about my bet, of course. Nādir told me that it was
almost impossible, as for what he knew all his brothers were fiercely
against the sex between two adult men. Only Sadiq, his twenty-four-year
old brother, at times loved to take in his bed a boy, an adolescent, he
said, but never an adult man. I talked with him for a long while, trying
to discover the weak point of each of his brothers. Then we parted,
making a date for the following day.

I then sent Ibrahim to call three of my witnesses.

On the following day, four of them wee hidden into my home, waiting for
Nādir to come, while Ibrahim was on watch at the door.

Nādir came, as he promised. At the door, Ibrahim told him, on my
instruction, not to talk at all, not so speak even one word unless in
answer to my questions. Nādir was somewhat puzzled, but when Ibrahim
told him that on the following day I would explain him the reason for
that request, he nodded in assent and went upstairs to my room.

I'm not able to explain you why, my dear Poletto, but the fact to have
sex with him in front of the four hidden witnesses, instead of
embarrassing me, was exciting me a lot.

As soon as he entered, I asked him, "Nādir, do you really want to have
sex with me?"

"Yes, sure..." he answered, a little puzzled by my question.

"So, then, undress and first of all suck my beautiful pole for a while,
to prepare it nicely."

Nādir readily complied. Totally naked, he crouched in front of me and,
while I was also undressing, he seized my half erect stake, took it
between his lips and started to suck it while with his tongue he
stimulated its tip.

When it was totally hard, I said, "Now, tell me, where do you want it?"

"Push it all inside my ass, please!"

"Then kneel on my bed and prepare yourself. There is a cream jug there,
if you want to use it."

I moved behind him, seized his waist and started to penetrate him with
pleasure. I could imagine my four withnesses' eyes spying on us from
behind the courtain and this increased my pleasure for what I was doing.
While I was hammering inside him, Nādir started to masturbate himself
rapidly. As he was approaching his orgasm, the throbbing of his anus
around my fleshy pestle, which was beating into his hot, firm mortar,
increased my pleasure and arousal so much that I soon flooded him with
my boiling seed. He too immediately reached his orgasm, moaning with a
low voice for the intensity of his pleasure.

When all was over we dressed again and I saw him downstairs, and at the
door, I fixed a new date in a whisper. Then, going again upstairs, I
called the four men.

"How could you presuade him? It seemed that he was even more eager than
you to have sex!"

"This is my secret! Now you will sign our contract, stating that I had
sex with Nādir, according to the rules."

All four signed the declaration that I put away in a small casket. Then
they gave me my first piece of gold.

When they had all left, I still was aroused; Ibrahim noticed it and
readily offered himself to me, with a glad smile. So calmly and for a
long time, we made love standing in the middle of the room, until I felt
finally sated.

Two days later Nādir came to my place again. We talked about his
brothers so I discovered that his brother Sanjar, a plump man of
thirty-five, had two weak points - he was terribly superstitious and he
practiced magic to become richer, as he was extremely greedy for money.
Thus, I started to devise my plan to bring Sanjar in my bed. It would
not be really difficult. A superstitous man is easy to manipulate"
Lorenzo said.

"Master, don't tell me now about Sanjir. All these speeches have made me
aroused once more, so I would now like to make love with you again,
calmly, for a long while, until you are satisfied..."

Lorenzo laughed and ruffled his hair. "To tell the truth it seems to me
that you are even more aroused than me, little urchin! Come here, I will
prepare your nice fleshy bolt, so that you'll push all of it inside me."

"Well.. but really... I hoped you would put yours inside me..." Poletto
said, crestfallen.

"The one doesn't exclude the other, surely?"

The boy brightened in a wide smile and at once started to take care of
the beautiful body of his master, who reciprocated these cares with
great pleasure.

When he felt that the boy was ready, Lorenzo laid on his back and spread
his legs. Poletto readily knelt between his master's thighs, put the
man's legs on his shoulders and leaned against him, penetrating him with
few well directed strokes. When the man felt that Poletto was well
embedded inside him, he spread his legs even more so that the boy could
lean with his chest against his own, as he knew he liked to do, embraced
him and started to kiss him passionately, while Poletto started to swing
his pelvis and to move inside him. The boy was learning to move so to
increase pleasure both to his master and to himself, and in fact, soon
they were both seized by a very strong delight.

When the boy discharged inside him, Lorenzo, without changing their
position, always keeping Poletto embraced against his chest, slipped his
legs between those of the boy and had the boy's legs folded up at his
sides, well spread. Directing his member with his hand, he slipped
inside Poletto upwards from below with strong pushes, and without
changing their positions he started to vigorously pump inside the boy's
anus, widely opened to receive it. The whole bed was vibrating with
those powerful strokes, and Poletto's body was jumping at each stroke.

Then Lorenzo began to tremble from head to toe, gave some more
disorderly and really strong strokes and finally started to discharge in
the hot deepness of the boy with intense jolts of pleasure, amongst
their low moans of passion.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 11

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