Date: Sat, 20 Jan 2007 16:02:20 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The Merchant of Venice 18/29 (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 18
FOURTHEENTH NIGHT
The Merry Prison of Varanasi

When Poletto, totally naked, was in the strong and welcoming arms of
Lorenzo, he asked him, "But, master, I was thinking again of what you
told me yesterday night. Wasn't Ibrahim jealous that you made love so
often with the beautiful Indian prince?"

"No, Poletto."

"I... I possibly... would have been..."

Lorenzo gave him a kiss and made him a tender and intimate caress all
along his beautiful naked body. He lost himself for a moment in the
beautiful, bright eyes of the boy, in their beautiful blue-green liquid
color.

Then said with a smile, "No, he wasn't. And for a good reason. In fact,
I discovered in the following days,  the wonderful Hammira didn't only
lie down with me giving me ineffable pleasures each time, but had
started to secretly meet with my Ibrahim too. This didn't bother me at
all, so one day I called them both to talk with them.

"Why are you going on to make love secretly, hiding from me, boys? You
can do it peacefully, without hiding. Or rather, we could even do it all
three together. Wouldn't it be great?"

Then Ibrahim, becoming red like a sky at the sunset, said, "If you want
it, we will do so. You know that I always do what you desire, master."

I looked at him intrigued, "But Ibrahim... I have the feeling that you
would rather not be doing a threesome, am I right? Explain the reason to
me. Usually you never stepped back, rather you always liked having group
sex."

"You are right, master, it is as you say. But the fact is that... the
problem is that... Hammira and I... are falling in love with each other.
We know what we owe you, so we'll come to cheer up your bed each time
you want us, and willingly too, because you are a good master. But when
we are making love between us two... we would like to be alone, if you
allow us..."

I looked at the prince and he, lowering his eyes, said, "Yes, it is
exactly as Ibrahim says. We are in love, he with me and I with him. But
we know we owe you gratitude. And I know very well that Ibrahim belongs
to you, that I can not lay claim on him."

I was then seized by a kind of tenderness and emotion and said, "Once
already, some time ago, I offered you your freedom Ibrahim, but you
refused it. Well, I am offering it to you again. Moreover, if you
accept, I will give you two horses and some merchandise, so you can go
and make a living together by trading. You, Ibrahim, are already skilled
in commerce and you Hammira know the language and the customs of this
land. I am, at this point, almost too rich... also thanks to you. I will
find another boy amongst my slaves to cheer my bed up, and will continue
on my journey. After all, for me trading is nothing but a pretext to
visit new lands and to have exotic adventures. I think I will go further
East..."

So I parted from them, and they, before parting, swore me everlasting
gratitude and invoked on me the blessing of all the gods they honoured.
I thought we would never meet again, and hoped they could have a good
life.

I stayed longer in Peshavar, where I sold all my slaves and bought only
a young Khushiyan slave. But after a short while I sold him and bought a
Tokharian boy instead. In fact the Khushiyan, even though he came to bed
with me, and even though he was really handsome, didn't like sex between
men so he never did it except out of duty, and even then without
participation.

Thus, before buying the Tokharian boy I made sure he was as I desired.
The slave merchant, to whom I had confided that I was looking for a
slave-lover, recommended me to buy that boy and I didn't regret having
bought him. I called him Tillu, because his real name was too long and
too difficult to pronounce. He was not really beautiful, but in bed he
was really skilled and more than available. Moreover, as a servant, he
was clean, honest and neat.

So, with Tillu, I passed through the several Indian kingdoms, until I
reached the great market of the city of Varanasi. This is one of the
most Hindu sacred towns, somewhat like Rome for us, or Jerusalem or
Medina. It was a wide and very beautiful town. So I decided to buy a
shop there and to stop there for some time.

In Varanasi I also bought a local slave, a certain Prema. His name, in
their language, means 'love' and he was indeed a lovable boy. I found
him by chance, in fact I was not thinking of buying another slave, for
the moment. One of my clients with whom I often met, was complaining
that one of his slaves, just this Prema, was so "perverted" that he
spent his nights on the couch of the other male slaves to do 'shameful'
things, so that in the morning he was always tired...

The Hindus, you see, my dear Poletto, even though they like having it
sucked at times by their slaves, don't appreciate sex with boys very
much, contrary to Mohammedans. Thus I proposed buying that slave, if my
client asked a good price. I really didn't regret that, as it was really
agreable making love with Tillu and Prema at the same time, so that soon
we took to the habit of always sleeping all three together.

One day, profiting from the passage of a merchant of Florence who was
going back to his land, I entrusted to him almost all my gold, asking
him to take it to Italy and send it to Venice, for my account, as I was
used doing from time to time so as not to go around with too much gold
on me. But that time I was wrong in doing my accounts. In fact, a few
days after he had left, something happened that got me into serious
trouble.

The Raja of Varanasi decided to raise the taxes and to collect them some
months before time. So I found myself without enough money to pay. In
great hurry I tried to sell all the merchandise I had in my shop to
gather money demanded, but I was not able to put together all I needed.
So one day together with my two slaves I was arested by the guards, who
requisitioned all my remaining goods and threw us into prison.

They also intended to sell my two slaves in order to get more money, but
I swore they were my sons... I'm still asking myself how they could have
believed such a lie... but they accepted my word and that of the two
boys, so that we were put in prison together. The two boys asked me why
I didn't want to sell them.

"Even if I sold you, I would not have solved my problems. And after all,
I've grown fond of you two." I answered.

That prison was crowded, mainly with insolvent debtors like me, but also
by thieves, a killer, and some enemies of the Varanasi ruler. Among
these last there was a noble young man called Rajiva who, thanks to the
riches of his family, was living in that prison surrounded by some
comfort. Amongst other things, he was one of the few who could enjoy a
personal cell so that he did not have to live in the wide communal
cells. We soon made friends and I quickly became aware he was looking
with covetous eyes at my Tillu.

One day Rajiva asked me, "But... are the two boys really your sons?"

I explained to him how things really were, then added, "I noticed that
Tillu often attracts your attention... Would you possibly desire him to
come to relieve the loneliness of your nights?"

"Wouldn't you be vexed?"

"You are treating me very kindly and thank to you this detention is less
hard  that it would have been. You always and willingly share with me
your food and other of your comforts... I can share with you my slaves.
To me it would be enough having my sweet Prema. I believe that the
hot-blooded Tillu would be really happy to cheer up the nights of a
rich, generous and handsome man as you are..."

Thus I gave him Tillu. At once they both fitted very well together.
Profiting of the fact that the noble Rajiva could use a cell all for
himself, at night all four we went there and while Rajiva made love with
Tillu, I made love with Prema. Also Rajiva had a passionate nature and
it was interesting how, while those two united in a hullaballo of
incredible evolutions, Prema and I were instead uniting in a long, sweet
and gentle intercourse.

But after some days we also started to swap our boys or else, while the
boys were doing it between them I had sex with Rajiva. The curious thing
is that for a long time we never made love in a foursome.

I think that Rajiva and Prema were the only two Hindus I met who really
loved, passionately and exclusively, to have sex with their own gender.
Well... no... I met a few more later, it is true...

In the prison there were also a couple of young Muhammedan Indians who
made love. We went to know it because, as they had been discovered by
other inmates, they soon were forced, with violence and threats, to
satisfy all the other men, crazy for sex. Thus the two boys, whose names
were Ali and Murad, became everybody's whore, as one of the prisoners, a
brigand boss feared and respected by everybody, took them with him and
let the others have them in exchange for something.

Rajiva and I tried to intervene, to rescue the two hapless, to free them
from their destiny, but only when Rajiva managed to receive several gold
coins from his family he could buy them from the brigands boss, freed
the two poor boys and brought them into his now crowded cell.

The two boys, grateful, gave themselves to us without hesitation. That
prison, in spite of its lack of comforts, was becoming for me even more
interesting than a real harem...

After I was in there four and half months, a very beautiful young man
was also thrown into prison, a Kyshiya soldier of the Raja, punished
because he had been caught in the prince heir rooms, while making love
with him. As I came to know his story from one of the guardians, a
former friend of that soldier, who told me that the Raja had ordered him
to be put there thinking that surely such a beautiful youth would be
raped by all the other inmates, so we at once adopted him in our group
too and had him put in our cell.

The young soldier was in love with the prince and the prince with him,
but unhappily the prince could not protect him. Therefore, each time we
made love, he never took part but remained aside, and at most he
masturbated while looking at us, to get some relief. But he never
participated.

"I cannot, I belong to my prince, I swore him everlasting love and
eternal fidelity. Even though I will never again see him, because for
sure I will die in this prison." He said sorrowful, when we invited him
to join us.

A real pity, as he had one of the most wonderful bodies I ever saw, and
whose beauty was equal only to that of Ahddin. He was so charming,
especially when he was half naked and aroused, that we all felt the
desire to fly in his arms. But all of us, even though with difficulty,
respected him.

At times he narrated us about his love for the prince, how it had
started, how it flourished. Even though he was exclusively a top and the
prince exclusively a bottom, it was evident that the beautiful soldier
was deeply fascinated by the prince and that he was totally devoted to
him.

But once it happened that Tillu, when he became aware that the soldier
was about reaching his orgasm, flung himself on his beautiful
palpitating pole, took all of it in his mouth and greedily drank all the
seed. The young soldier let him do but then, caressing his head, he told
him, not harshly but seriously, "Tillu, don't ever dare to do such thing
again! I belong to the prince, never forget it!"

Rajiva scolded the boy with extreme hardness, but Madan, the soldier,
intervened, "No, my lord, don't be too harsh with him, please. After all
it is also a little my fault. I really like Tillu and always look at him
with pleasure. He has evidently misinterpreted my glances, that's why he
did what he did. If I did't belong to my prince, I would willingly made
love with each of you, but especially with Tillu."

"But if you are convinced you will be soon put to death, what meaning
could have your fidelity to the prince? Why don't you at least enjoy the
days of life that are left to you?" I asked him.

"Because I gave my body and my heart to my prince. I cannot give it to
any other, now. It doesn't any more belong to me, it is no longer for to
me to part with it."

Even though we were really crowded in that small cell, all we seven were
becoming a really harmonious group and we fit very well together. As we
had nothing to do all the day long, we often spent our time in fantastic
love practices, mainly when we had the two Muhammedan boys with us, who
had an exuberant  and untiring sexuality. Thus, it was enough that two
of us started to exchange some effusions of love that little by little
all the others willingly followed suit. And we rather came to make love
more frequently in day time than during the night, because then we could
look at each other.

Any reserve, any modesty was soon lost amongst us. Even though
theoretically we were three well set couples, really we often swapped
our partners without a problem, nor even jealousy. I especially liked a
lot how Ali sucked me, and also the welcoming little ass of my Prema. I
was anyway also terribly attracted by Madan, who had a sensuous and
desirable body. But as I said, the soldier was respected by all of us.
It was clear that at times he too burned with the desire to join us, but
he never did.

I was in prison since seven months when we understood that something
new, special, was happening. We came to know that the Raja was dead. We
just received this news and were asking to ourselves if this would bring
some changes for us, when a squad of the body guards of the late Raja
came to take Madan.

Were they coming to carry out a last order of the dead Raja or to
accomplish an order of his heir? In the first case the poor Madan would,
without any doubt, be put to death. In the second case, instead, he
would be freed. We all said good bye to him with emotion, and assured
him we would pray for him to all the gods we knew and honoured.

The day after, the squad of the Raja body guards came again and this
time they took us six. They escorted us along the roads of Varanasi to
the royal palace and introduced us in it, guiding us through doors and
corridors, rooms and yards, gardens and gates, until we were introduced
on the throne hall.

Here, sitting on soft cushions, there was the young Raja and, sitting
near hin and dressed with splendid clothes, we recognized our friend
Madan. So then he had been freed and he didn't forget us. The Raja told
us that we all were free, that Rajiva could go back to his family and
that I would receive back all my goods. He offered Ali and Murad to
enter at his service and lastly asked Rajiva if he was willing to sell
him his slave Tillu. In fact he knew that Madan desired the boy and
wanted to give him to his lover. The Tokharian boy seemed radiant with
happiness.

I was just back to my shop with Prema, and was opening the bales of
merchadise that the Raja's soldiers had brought there, realizing that I
had back lot more of what had been confiscated from me, when we heard a
knocking at the closed door. I went to open and saw it was Ali.

"My lord Madan sent me here to give you this present." He said and gave
me a small wooden box inlaid in ivory, gold and mother-of-pearl.

I opened it and saw that it contained a wrapping of white silk. I opened
also it and inside I saw shining a splendid drop-ruby of rare beauty. I
looked in the bottom of the box and, as I hoped, there was a sheet of
paper with writing.

"I know that it was you who asked Rajiva to take me with you. And I also
know that if I were not with you in your cell, I for sure would have
been raped, because this was the order of the late Raja. Moreover, you
all always respected me. Therefore I owe you very much. This ruby is
just a little sign of both my gratitude and that of my Raja. Accept it,
please."

I carefully put away the small casket, very moved. Then I asked the
young Ali, "How do you feel in the Raja and Madan's service"?

"Delightfully. Just think that Murad and I were assigned a very
beautiful room, all for us, and even a slave at our exclusive service."

"Is the slave handsome and easy?"

"It seems so, even though we have not yet tested him... But I, before
going back to the palace, as I know you enjoy how I use my lips, would
like to withdraw with you once again to thank you for all you did for
us, giving you some pleasure... and also getting some. I had always been
fascinated by your strong and straight pole, so fair-skinned and uncut,
differently from ours. Can you allow me to taste it once more?"

"Ali, my boy, more than willingly! Come upstairs, on my bed."

As soon as we were there, Ali knelt in front me, raised my tunic,
unlaced my loincloth, took my member with one hand and gently raised it,
starting to lick it, to pass his soft lips over it, to gently squeeze it
with his perfect, white teeth, making it rapidly swell, become hard,
palpitate, glossy with saliva, like a scimitar. I pulled off his turban
then I slowly undressed.

Ali, without stopping a single moment taking care of my turgid member,
followed suit and soon his lean and youthful body was revealed to my
eyes. Untiring, his tongue darted, licked, tapped, wrapped my rod and I
felt a strong pleasure seizing all my body. If in prison Ali's skill
seemed to me remarkable, now he was surpassing himself.

Possibly because we were alone, possibly because we were free, or
possibly because we knew that nobody could come to stop us, but Ali was
giving me feelings I never experienced before. All of a sudden I felt my
legs yield for the intensity of the pleasure. Then Ali stopped and
suggested we to lie on the bed. Here he resumed his erotic activity
bending over me and accompanying and exalting each movement of his
wonderful mouth with light touches here and there on my body, so that I
was suddenly tossed by vigorous pleasure spasms and I ejaculated,
yelling all my enjoyment aloud.

Then Ali, caressing my body to calm it down, asked me in a whisper
filled with lust, "Are you able to come a second time? I would really
like feeling once again your beautiful stake slipping inside me, taking
me as you can do so well, giving me the bliss that you are so skilled to
give..."

"I really think I can, Ali. I'll willingly take you once more."

I had him support himself on his knees on my bed, and knelt behind him.
Then, while he was spreading his small buttocks with both hands, I
seized my tool with one hand and started to brush its tip on his little
hole, to rotate it, to push a little then withdraw, while with my other
hand I groped his smooth and firm chest. His hole soon started to
palpitate with increasing desire and longing and this increased my own
desire. We both were all a shudder and his throbs increased mine and
viceversa.

I then took a little jar of unguent I always had near my bed, with a
finger I carefully lubed his palpitating hole, then put onto it the tip
of my rod again, hot for the pleasure and the desire, and started to
push with calm determination. I could feel his back-door gradually
opening, greedily welcoming me... Then I withdrew a little to start all
over again. I gently pushed, entering him a little, then again withdrew.

After a spell of this dance, during which I entered further inside him
each time, Ali started to beseech me to penetrate him to the bottom of
his hole, to take him vigorously. But I prolonged that kind of sweet
torture, forcing myself also, because I too was feeling the instinct to
sink totally inside him. When we both were at the limit of resistance, I
finally impaled him with vigour, with strong passion, and he was
writhing in front of me, seized by the rapture of his senses, until I
felt him discharge his seed with strong contractions, so that for the
second time I too, deeply embedded in him, discharged into him, with a
long, silent pleasure yell.

At that point we heard a gasp coming from our back. Still united, we
turned our heads and saw Prema, his dothi opened, who was writhing,
leaning against the door jamb, his member closed in his fist, his eyes
shut in the extasis of enjoyement, while long jets of white liqueur
twirled in the air and landed on the floor, in the center of the room.
In silence Ali and I watched that solo orgasm. When at last Prema opened
his eyes and saw us, his espression became oddily ashamed. We bust in
laughter.

"Prema, we did't hear you coming here! Did you enjoy what you saw?" I
asked.

"Yes, you were wonderful! But you, master, never took me in that way.
Why?"

"Did you also see how Ali licked my rod?"

"Yes..."

"You never licked me so..." I retorted, amused.

"Oh, but I will do it, master. But you promise me you will take me in
that way, from now on..."

"Sure, my Prema, don't doubt about it." I answered him, with a smile.

So, then..."

"Oh, enough, stop it, dear master! This story aroused me even more than
usual. I will now lick you as Ali did and then you will put all of it
inside me as you were doing with him..." Poletto said and, uncovering
his master body, went straight to lick his member with all his skill.

Lorenzo smiled and let him do, but soon he too was prey of a very strong
excitement and started to moan with pleasure. He then seized Poletto,
made him kneel in front of him, and started to tease and to make him die
of desire exactly as he had done with Ali. They both were seized by a
frenzy of pleasure but were skillfully controlling it.

Lorenzo penetrated him a little bit and Poletto opened accepting it with
real pleasure.

"Ah, how good it is taking you, my Poletto!"

"Do you like it, master?"

"Yes, my gentle flower."

Lorenzo slipped out then started again to push and entered him a little
more than before. The boy made his hot hole palpitate.

"Oh, dear master, how hard it has become!"

"Yes, my sweet, it's you who made it so."

"I am all yours..."

"I know, I know..." panted Lorenzo while he again slipped out, then once
more pushed to enter again that warm love receptacle. Poletto relaxed to
better accept it and felt it slip inside a little deeper, but not yet
totally. The man stopped pushing, but moved it inside in all directions.
The boy moaned his pleasure aloud.

"Oh, dear master, you are moving it so nicely! You are making me crazy
with pleasure. Fill me all, now..."

"Yes, but in a while... Try to resist."

"I would like having your rod also into my throat, it would be great if
you could take me from both ends at once..."

"Glutton, start enjoying this way..." the man said pulling it out again,
then immediately resuming his sweet attack. "Do you like it, Poletto,
tell me, do you like it?"

"Yes, yes, yes... you are strong as a bull in heat!"

"And you hot like a wild colt."

"Ride me, master, ride me!"

"Very soon, my soul."

He slipped out once more and again penetrated him, but this time he
pushed it all inside with energy, until he felt his testicles pressed
between the thighs and the little firm buttocks of his boy. Poletto
emitted a long moan of joy.

"Here I am, I'm all inside you, can you feel it?"

"Yes, and I like it to die for. Now you will fuck me, right, dear
master? You will ram it in and out, up and down, won't you?"

"Sure, my beautiful boy. I will now ride you, my wild colt. Ah, how much
I do like your little ass, how much I do like you!"

"Come on, master, come on! Ride me... let me feel all your wonderful
handle! Fill me, break me, let me feel I am totally yours!"

So, urging each other, Poletto was tossing under him, while Lorenzo
hammered inside him with a good rythm, with determination and a growing
lust. The man's hands were sweetly torturing the chest, the belly and
the member of the boy, while he was pumping his blazing piston in that
burning and welcoming channel. Poletto shut his eyes, almost to better
savour that wild pleasure and jolted happily at each stroke of that
unending hammering.

Then Lorenzo held him tight against himself, pushing all inside with
wild sweetness and discharged in him, yelling with hoarse voice,
"Here... here I am... I'm co... coming... take it..."

"Oh how good... how good... how good... I can feel how you are filling
me... I'm near... coming... I am... near..."

"No, wait! You have to come into my mouth! Turn... so... stand up...
fuck my mouth, now..."

Poletto complied, seized his master's hair and pulled his head on his
groin and sent long jets like sweet rosolio liqueur into his throat.

They both fell on the sheets, exhausted but happy, sated, gently
embracing, their limbs intertwined almost to lengthen that sensation of
union, of mutual belonging thay had just experienced and they had
sealed, flooding each other with their precious virile essence.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 19

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