Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2011 08:49:15 +0800
From: Xian <xiandarkthorne@gmail.com>
Subject: Tales of Lanfang : Beast Brothers; Xian Darkthorne; MM SM CBT

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Tales of Lanfang : Beast Brothers
Part One.
By Xian Darkthorne

   General Kuan Taijin stalked into his room, grabbed the wine bottle on the
table, ignored the cups beside it and took a deep swig of the sweet Liu-ho wine.
It was the best and the most expensive he'd ever come across, as was everything
else in his father's house. A First Rank Imperial Phoenix Minister of the Empire
of Lanfang had to maintain certain standards, after all, he thought as he wiped
his chin and the short, greying beard that hid a couple of battle scars, with
the back of his hand.

   The general sighed as he set the bottle back on its little tray. Maintaining
standards and saving face. That was the problem. That had always been the
problem between him and his father. As the eldest son of a minister, he'd been
expected to go into the Imperial Academy, pass every examination with flying
colours and then accept a junior ministerial position which would allow him to
work his way up the system until he replaced his old man's place in the imperial
bureaucracy some day.

   Unfortunately, the eldest Kuan son had chosen to run away and join the army
instead, the old warrior reflected. His father had never quite forgiven him and,
even though Taijin was already fifty-three and the Minister seventy-six, every
meeting was such a painful experience that if custom hadn't mandated it, he'd
rather have spent his few days leave at one of the local slave brothels instead.
But he was a dutiful son for all his sins and had gone straight to his father's
mansion the minute he entered the city and he hadn't stopped to change out of
his bronze armour either.

   In the muggy summer heat, it felt even heavier and hotter. He sighed in
relief as he slowly began undoing the straps that held it in place, allowing
the lion-headed spaulders which guarded his broad shoulders to fall on the
floor. The cuirass followed as he freed his upper body. The thin, sleeveless
undergarment he wore under it was made of cotton and it was so wet with sweat
that it clung to his hairy, massively muscled torso like a second skin.

   Taijin was just starting on the fauld, which was made up of thick bronze
bands to protect his waist, hips and groin when a timid knock on the door made
him turn around. He'd neglected to close the door, but the boy who'd brought him
hot water and clean towels didn't dare to enter without his permission. Slaves
could be cruelly punished for much less in Lanfang.

   That the boy was a slave, he didn't doubt. The youth's lack of any clothing
but a threadbare loincloth attested to that. What surprised the old soldier was
that the slave really was a boy. He looked like he might be eighteen or nineteen
at most. In Lanfang all slaves were 'Boy!' but this boy was new, too, and so far
as Kuan Taijin could remember, his father had always been an old miser who would
never have parted with a single copper coin for any slave that young. Imperial
Minister Kuan never believed in getting less than double value for his money and
he never bought a slave who could not only do a full grown man's work but also
give a real man's juices when milked. Equally odd was that the boy looked to be
in fairly good health. While his ribs stood out under his skin, his arms, legs
and torso seemed lean and wiry rather than thin or half-starved.

   The slave put the basin of hot water on the table, laid the pile of clean
towels beside it and then knelt on the floor to await further instructions. He
kept his head down and his eyes on the floor but General Kuan could still see
enough of his features to know that the boy probably came from the west frontier
area. His lean, square-jawed face and sad, slightly rounded eyes revealed his
origins quite clearly.

   General Kuan was a veteran of the battlefield and quite used to doing things
for himself but he was intrigued by the slave. The only person who might have
been able to persuade the Minister to splurge on a new and teenaged slave, was
his own younger brother, the Imperial Junior Secretary Kian Sujin, and that was
not unexpected if he remembered the spoilt brat correctly. Why his brother
should want a teenager as a slave, he couldn't figure out, however.

   "Come get my armour off," he told the boy.

   The teenaged slave didn't get up; he crawled the short distance to where
General Kuan stood and reached uncertainly for the greaves over his boots. It
was quite obvious the slave had no idea what to do.

   "Forget about those. Help me get this bloody fauld off. My balls are close to
boiling," the general growled impatiently.

   The boy stayed on his knees and looked even more lost.

   "Here," General Kuan turned slightly to show him the buckles that held the
heavy bronze bands across his hips.

   Seeing them, the slave began undoing the leather straps on the general's
right hip slowly. Not knowing the armour's weight, he nearly dropped the metal
skirt when he'd got one buckle undone. Luckily, he caught the fauld before it
hit the floor and he looked up fearfully, expecting to be beaten badly for his
clumsiness.

   The boy had dropped to his haunches to catch the armour and when he raised
his head, he found his nose less than an inch from the musky, sweat-soaked,
nearly transparent cotton loincloth that strained against the old soldier's
meaty cock and heavy balls. He gasped in surprise at the size of the manly
package.

   General Kuan had been busy peeling off his robe when the sound made him look
down. The look on the boy's face made him smile. His man meat was the biggest in
his battalion and probably in the whole army for all he knew, but then he also
saw the fear in the slave's eyes.

   "P...please, E...eldest Lord, I didn't mean to drop it," the boy stammered,
before quickly lowering his eyes again. He was too frightened to keep his eyes
on the First Son's craggy, square-jawed face. The man looked as if he killed
tigers for breakfast!

   Another Beast Lord might have punished the boy but Kuan Taijin was not used
to punishing slaves for accidents that didn't happen. He pointed at the table,
"Put it there with the rest of my stuff and then you can wipe me off."

   While the general untied his loincloth and let it fall to the floor behind
him, the boy scrambled to pick up the rest of the armour, put each of the pieces
carefully on the wide round table in front of the bed, brought the basin and
towels over, dipped one of the towels into the hot water, squeezed it almost dry
and then just as quickly wrapped it around the general's cock and balls. His
face flaming a bright scarlet, he held the Eldest Lord's private parts in one
trembling hand as he began gently wiping the Eldest Lord's cockhead. It was dark
red, almost purple, and nearly as big as a Chinese tea cup. The cock's shaft was
a thick, meaty length that stretched proudly over the heavy man eggs and dangled
heavily against his palm.

   Kuan Taijin's eyes opened wide in surprise. He'd meant for the slave to clean
his shoulders and back and never expected the boy to start by wiping his manhood
but he made no protest and contented himself with observing the slave instead.
That the boy was untrained was evident. He was clearly embarrassed as hell at
having to clean another man's private parts; his young face was redder than a
ripe persimmon.

   The boy had a nice firm ass, high and round but also squared off with muscle
where his buns met the top of his thighs. His nearly naked body, slowly turning
as red as his face from shame, gleamed with sweat as he turned aside to rinse
out the damp towel. When he turned round again, he nearly fell over backwards in
shock.

   "Oh!"

   "Well, what did you expect?" General Kuan laughed at the look on the boy's
face as the young slave's eyes fearfully travelled up the entire length of his
magnificent, fully aroused manhood, "What with that damned wet towel and your
hot little fingers shivering all over my meat, did you think I'd stay soft until
you were finished?"

   "P..p..pl...plea...please, E...eldest L...Lord...d...don't h...hurt me," the
boy
began begging pitifully. He wrapped his arms around the general's knees as he
begged.

   Surprised at the slaveboy's unexpected reaction, it took a second for General
Kuan to realize what was going on in the teenager's head, "Hell! First the kid
thinks I'm going to beat him for nearly dropping my armour and now he thinks I'm
going to bang his little boyhole with my meat. Does he think I'm some sort of
animal or monster?

   "Stop that!" he scolded the slaveboy, his face the colour of a storm cloud,
"I'm not going to hurt you."

   The boy sat back, an even bigger look of surprise on his face.

   "Get out of here. I can bathe myself," Kuan Taijin told the slave in a voice
that could have crushed stone. He knew that many citizens of Lanfang emulated
their ruling Dukes and tortured their male slaves sexually for the sheer
sadistic fun of it, but he was not one of them. A soldier for more than three
decades, he'd heard enough screams on the battlefield to last him a lifetime.
Unlike his brother who was too squeamish for the army, he never hesitated to
whip his troopers bloody if they disobeyed him. But he didn't enjoy torturing
helpless boys.

   The slaveboy took one look at his face and quickly picked himself up off the
floor. He bowed and went on bowing as he backed towards the door, thankful that
the Eldest Lord hadn't wanted to punish him or what was probably worse, poke his
backside with that fearsome penis.

   General Kuan watched the boy leave before picking up another towel to clean
himself.

   "Naked in broad daylight and the doors open for everyone to see. Still no
better than an animal, dear brother," a sneering voice made him turn round. He
was not surprised to see his younger brother standing just outside his room.
What did shock him was the hatred and the strange heat in the younger man's
eyes.

   "What do you want?"

   "I just thought I'd come along and see if all those years of brawling along
the northern frontiers has taught you better manners, my dear brother but I can
see that I'm unwelcome here, so I'll just take myself off again," Kuan Sujin
spat out before he turned around and flounced off.

   General Kuan dismissed his sibling from his thoughts and went back to wiping
his sweaty armpits with the warm towel. Thoughts of the slaveboy's hot hands on
his cock floated through his head when a familiar throbbing between his legs
brought a certain problem to his attention. He smiled ruefully as he thought to
himself, "Damn. The boy got me hard and I sent him off without getting him to
take care of my cock first. What was I thinking?"

   But his pleasant reverie was quickly broken by a terrified scream. Quick as
any wolf, Kuan Taijin leapt out of his room. What he saw stopped him as surely
as a brick in his face.

   Backed up against the wall of the next room, his body twisted in agony as he
bit his lips to keep from screaming again, the slaveboy writhed pitifully while
Junior Secretary Kuan Sujin, the Second Lord of the mansion, slowly twisted his
helpless balls with cruel hands.

   "So the old sot didn't like you enough to whack your backside with his donkey
sausage? What's the matter? Didn't you rub his cock hard enough?" he hissed at
the boy.

   "He tried his best but I prefer men," the Eldest Lord informed his brother.

   "W..wha...?" the Junior Secretary whipped around at the sound of Taijin's
voice. He gave his elder brother a vicious look, let go of the slave's boy eggs
and stalked off without another word.

   "Th...thank you, Eldest Lord," the slaveboy gasped, frantically bobbing his
head as he backed away. When he judged that a safe distance separated him from
the naked Beast Lord, he turned and ran off.

   Kuan Taijin shook his head in wonder before going back to his room. His old
home was almost exactly as he remembered it. After he finished cleaning himself,
uninterrupted by jealous brothers or slaveboys this time, he put on a thin house
robe, lay down on the bed and closed his eyes. He'd made the six-day horse ride
from the frontier to the city almost without stopping and he was so tired that
before long, his loud snores were the only sounds to be heard in the room.

   It was long past sunset when he woke, his stomach rumbling with hunger. The
evening meal was over, so he'd have to make his way to the kitchen and get the
slave cook to make him something. Duck or chicken, he thought. Out in the field,
a tough old deer or wild pig burnt over an open fire was the best he could hope
for but in the luxury of the ministerial manse, a tender steamed fowl with lots
of herbs and wine was the least he could expect. He got to his feet, strode to
the door and began making his way to the back of the house. He never made it to
the kitchen, however.

   The general was just turning the corner to the domestic slave pens at the
back end of the south wing when a sibilant voice made him pause.

   "My bastard brother saved you this afternoon but who's going to rescue you
now?"

    Carefully and silently taking one step back into the shadows, Kuan Taijin
poked his head around the corner. His eyes nearly popped out of his skull.

   The young slave who'd wiped off his cock that afternoon had been strung up
naked to one of the dwarf pine trees in the small garden which separated that
part of the south wing from the neighbouring concubines' rooms to the east. The
boy's arms and wrists had been pulled straight over his head by hemp ropes while
his legs had been stretched apart painfully by similar ropes around the ankles.
The ends of these were wound around a couple of stone tabourettes. The moonlight
gleamed bright silver on the sweat that trickled down his torso slowly from his
hairless armpits, and outlined clearly the teenaged slave's dangling cock and
balls. The pale light revealed the dirty rags that had been stuffed into and
then tied around the boy's mouth.

   The Second Lord was seated in front of the slaveboy, on another of the stone
Chinese stools which resembled small barrels. Four older slaves stood behind
him. They were obviously manual slaves, strong and well-trained to carry the
heavy, ornately-carved sedan chair in which their father travelled to the work
at the Phoenix Palace. Kuan Sujin leaned one elbow on the carved granite table
in front of him, picked up a cup of tea from the wooden tray in front of him and
turned his eyes to a second tray. A set of exquisitely wrought torture tools had
been carefully laid out on it and the general's younger brother picked up what
looked like coil of thin, braided leather from it.

   "I think he's been getting cocky since he escaped from my brother's monster
meat. We'll have to punish his naughty cock," the Junior Secretary said.

   One of the sedan chair bearers took the thing from him, the dirty grin on the
man's ugly face changing into a sadistic leer as the helpless slaveboy's eyes
widened in horror. Gagging and moaning deeply in his throat and belly, he
struggled violently against the ropes that bound his wrists and ankles as his
would-be tormentor began tying the leather rope just under his young cock head,
with small, hard knots that ran around the tender flesh and all along the length
of the boy's penis. He was rubbing the sensitive cock head all the time he did
it, and when he stepped away from the teenager, General Kuan could see that the
boy's cock had achieved an impressive state of erection that pressed the tender
flesh mercilessly against the leather rope which bound it.

   The slaveboy had a nice-sized cock, not as big as General's own sausage but
certainly one bigger than most of the men in his own elite battalion and it was
a sight that should have gladdened the sex-starved old soldier's heart, but the
leather had been wound so tightly around the teenager's manhood that the flesh
stood out in painful bulges around the braided rope. Worse yet, the ends of the
leather had been knotted round and round his young balls so many times that the
boyish eggs were stretched almost three inches from his crotch.

   The older slave licked one finger before he used it to tickle the teenager's
cock, rubbing his spit all over the sensitive, fully engorged head to encourage
the boy's tightly bound penis to get harder so that it would press even more
painfully against the leather strap that circled it tightly with wicked little
knots. The slaveboy moaned softly at the fiery pain that shot through his cock
and balls.

   Though Kuan Taijin watched the suffering boy with pity, he made no move to
help him. Such was a slave's life in the great city of Lanfang and the slave did
not belong to him. He had no right to interfere. Not even when his brother
handed another of his brutish servitors what looked like a jade cucumber. The
only thing that distinguished it from the real thing was a pair of grape-sized
silver bells that hung on silken tassels from the bigger, blunter end of the
thing.

   The boy watched them through pain-filled eyes. He was, as yet, so new to a
slave's life that he had no idea what the jade vegetable and its curious bells
were meant to do, but he found out very quickly.

   The servant placed one end of the stone cucumber behind the slave's cruelly
bound balls and began slowly twisting the thing up into the boy's tiny asshole.
As the general watched, the teenager struggled bravely against the ropes which
bound him, the muscles on his youthful body bulging and straining helplessly to
escape the terrible invasion of his anus, while horrid, pitifully dumb sounds
came from deep within his throat. They only seemed to spur his torturer on to
greater cruelty.

   The cucumber carving tapered outwards from one finger-sized end; its girth
was nearly as wide all round as the real thing for much of its length, and as it
was slowly screwed deeper and deeper into the slave's virgin asshole, the louder
and more ghastly the sounds that came from the slaveboy's throat. They only
stopped when his torturer ceased forcing the artistically carved dildo up into
his backside and stepped away.

   "Not quite so cocky now, are you?" the general's younger brother asked the
boy as he hung from the tree, the silver bells on the jade cucumber stuffed so
agonisingly into his anus, rang gently whenever he moved. Kuan Sujin wasn't
really expecting much of an answer because he didn't wait for it. He selected
what looked like a pair of iron flowers from the tray of torture tools on the
table and held them up for the slave to see.

   It was obvious that they had been used on the slaveboy before because, unable
to plead for mercy and too tired to struggle any more, tears slowly rolled down
the teenager's cheeks.

   "Good. You know what kind of fun is coming next," the Second Son said.

   The general watched in horror as his brother handed the flowers to another of
the manual slaves. The man did something and the petals opened up to reveal a
ring of small, sharp needles mounted within the heart of each blossom.

   "You remember these, don't you? The last time I used them on your little boy
buds, your naughty cock got very big and very hard, I recall" the younger son of
the Kuans smiled sadistically when the boy shook his head from side to side
violently, sending sprays of sweat flying in every direction.

   The older slave didn't wait for his master to tell him what to do. He walked
up to where the teenager was hanging and began viciously twisting the terrified
boy's helpless nipples until both little nubs were red and swollen. He ignored
the slaveboy's squeals and moans as he went about preparing the youthful flesh
for much more painful torture. Only when the boyish nubbins stood out like sore,
throbbing little brown pearls from the smooth expanse of his chest did the brute
stop. But it was only so that he could clamp the needle-pointed flowers on to
each of the terrified boy's nipples.

   The high-pitched "AAAaaaaaagh!!!" was muffled by the gag across the slave's
mouth but there was no denying the pain that blazed through both little buds of
boyish brown flesh as he struggled even more violently against his bonds.

   "Oh dear! Your bad little boy cock is already hard! Now how are we going to
see if you're enjoying it when we tighten the needles?" Kuan Sujin's voice was
rough with sadistic lust though he all but hissed his question at the slave.

   It was the signal for the other slave to begin torturing the teenager some
more. Grinning to himself, he reached for the iron flowers clamped on each of
the slaveboy's nipples and began making twisting motions. General Kuan couldn't
see exactly what he did but that he was somehow making those cruel needles bite
more deeply into the boy's swollen and quivering nipples was evident from the
young slave's screams. They were much, much louder than before as the needles
buried their sharp points deeper and deeper into the innocent little buds on his
chest.

   It was at that point that Junior Secretary Kuan Sujin said the wrong thing.

   "You are going to suffer much worse yet before I'm done, you useless bastard.
I spent six copper coins buying you and forging the papers in my brother's name
so that my father could catch him fucking you and you just had to go and spoil
it all by running away before he could ram your dirty little hole, didn't you?"

   Now why should it matter if Father saw me having fun with a slave? It isn't
as if the old goat hasn't cleaned out a few asses himself, the general wondered.
Worse yet, the brat forged the papers in my name. Well, that certainly changes a
lot of things, he told himself. Without pausing for any more thought, he strode
over to where his brother was seated, raised his hand and slapped the younger
Kuan son so hard across his face that he was thrown off the stone seat.

   "W...w...wh...what are you doing, you big bully?!!!" he screamed at his elder
brother.

   "I heard you say that slave was bought in my name. It means he belongs to me
and you have no right to touch him. I am his rightful master and the only man in
the Empire other than the Phoenix, with the right to punish him," he bent close
and spat the words in his brother's face.

   "I...I paid six good coppers for that bastard!"

   "But you forged my name so the records would show that it was me who paid for
the little bugger," the younger Kuan son was informed by his big brother, who
turned to the other slaves and barked a command at them, "Get the boy off that
tree and take him to my room!"

   Outsmarted, the Junior Secretary was reduced to threats, "You bastard! You'll
pay for that! I swear I'll make you pay for that!"

   General Kuan ignored his brother as he watched one of the other slaves pull
the stone dildo out of the slaveboy's backside before cutting him down. Tears of
shame and humiliation slowly rolled down the young slave' cheeks as the other
slaves freed his ankles and then helped him to limp along to the Eldest Lord's
bedroom. They left him kneeling on the floor when they left. The older slaves
knew better than to take sides when two sons of an Imperial House quarrelled.
The general outranked his brother in every way, and if he wanted to have his way
with the boy, better him than them. At one time or another, they'd all seen just
what kind of meat hung between their Eldest Lord's powerfully muscled thighs.

   Similar thoughts crossed the slaveboy's mind as he knelt waiting for his
master. The other house slaves who'd brought him had not removed the knotted
rope from his cock or the needled flower clamps from his nipples and he was
light headed from the pain. Dully he wondered if he had been saved from torture
at one lordly son's hands only to be impaled to death on the other one's giant
manhood.

   "Get up," the Eldest Lord ordered when he entered the room, "I can't see
anything properly when you're kneeling there like a dog."

   Slowly and fearfully, the slaveboy got to his feet. It was difficult since
every movement made his newly ravaged asshole ache like crazy and the weight of
the heavy iron flowers made the needles bite deeper into his tit buds.

   "Uou'd better lie down," he was told. The slaveboy prepared himself mentally
for a painful death as he slowly lowered himself on to the mattress. His blood
would stain the white sheets when his master's huge cock split his backside like
a ripe melon. But I won't have to clean it up because I'll be dead, he thought
to himself. He hoped he wouldn't take too long to die as he lay back and closed
his eyes.

   "Don't move," he was ordered and he gritted his teeth in anticipation of more
pain. He was surprised when he felt his master's fingers carefully untying his
cock and balls but he kept his eyes closed, even when he felt the iron flowers'
needle teeth coming off his nipples. He was too young and too frightened to face
a horrible death by impalement with his eyes open.

   The sudden return of blood circulation was almost as painful as the torture
and he moaned softly, "Oooooh..." He couldn't help himself.

   "Don't worry, this will make it feel better in a short while," the Eldest
Lord's deep voice growled while something warm and oily was generously slathered
over his slowly deflating cock and then just as quickly rubbed on to his aching
balls.

   "Uuunnghh..." a small gasp escaped from between his teeth as he felt first
one of his nipples and then the other being massaged with the same warm oil.

   "Right, you can turn over now," he heard next and dutifully, he obeyed. When
he felt his master's oily finger probing his sore little hole, he thought, "This
is when he rams his huge cock up my backside and kills me."

   The young slaveboy was completely unprepared when he felt his master's big
fingers gently smearing the same herbal oil around his sore little boy hole and
up into his badly stretched rectum.

   "There, lucky for you not too much damage has been done. A good night's rest
in bed and a strong boy like you will be all right by tomorrow morning. Our army
medicines are miles better than the gunk they sell in the city," he heard his
master say.

   The slaveboy rolled over and tried to get up from the bed to thank his master
but a large, powerful hand pressed him down against the mattress again.

   "You'd better sleep here. I don't trust my brother not to try worse things if
he catches you in the slave pens," General Kuan told the boy.

   "I...I'll be whipped! I...I must sleep on the floor," the slave stuttered in
horror, visions of being raped to death in the middle of the night flying willy-
nilly through his head.

   "Nonsense! I'm not going to whip you, you silly boy! You're not going to get
better if you sleep on a cold stone floor. You'd better share the bed with me
tonight," he was told in a voice that brooked no argument.

   His eyes wide with fear, he watched as the Imperial General proceeded to
strip off his sleeping robe and climb completely naked and unashamed into the
big bed beside him. The man even pushed the hard pillow over for him before he
drew the single light summer blanket over both their bodies, put his powerfully
muscled arms behind his head and closed his eyes. He seemed to fall asleep
immediately.

   Too shocked and still in too much pain to sleep, the young slave lay quietly
and watched the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of his master's broad, hairy chest.
The old general's long thick cock was flopped against his thigh, outlined as a
dark blue mound by the thin blanket. Confused by the unexpected kindness which
had come so soon after the terrible torture of his sexual organs, fearful of
what daylight would bring, bitter tears slowly rolled down the boy's cheeks.

   One hot drop fell on to General Kuan's body, just below his left armpit. It
left a wet trail as it rolled down the thick mound of his chest muscles and
settled into the curly hairs on his pectorals. The tear drop tickled so that he
opened his eyes and looked into the slaveboy's wet ones.

   "What's wrong with you?"

   "N..n..nothing, Lord."

   The young slave felt even more ashamed when he felt his master's fingers
wiping the tears from his face.

   "N...n...nobody's ever been k...kind to me l...like y...you. I...I'm just a
slave. "

   "I see enough pain and blood and death out along the frontiers. I don't want
to see it when I come back to my father's house," Kuan Taijin knew what the boy
meant. He was surprised to feel the slave shivering.

   "Are you cold?" Without thinking, he reached one arm under the boy, hauled
the trembling slave up and draped the teenager's naked torso on top of himself
so that he could warm him with his own body's heat.

   The boy lay perfectly still, his face against the firm flesh of General Kuan
Taijin's hairy armpit, his master's manly musk warmly filling his nose. He did
not know what to do with his hands, so he put them on the old soldier's chest,
against the hard, widely flaring pectoral muscles. Between his legs, he could
feel the heat of the man's big cock pressed between his thighs. It slowly began
to stiffen from the warmth of their bodies until its tumescence rose between his
thighs and pressed itself between the trembling cheeks of his backside.

   Feeling braver than he had ever felt in all his life, the slaveboy spoke up,
"Y...you can poke my backside if you want to, Lord."

   Kuan Taijin smiled at his teenaged slave. He knew how much courage it had
taken for the boy to say that after his virgin rectum had been so sadistically
tortured, "Better not. Your little boy hole has been hurt badly enough already."

   "Y...You've been so good to me. The S...second Lord said you liked to fuck
boys and I...I'm your slave...I must make you happy," the boy persisted. In a
softer voice that the man almost didn't hear, the boy added, "I...I have to make
your cock happy."

   The fifty-three year old general looked at his eighteen-year-old slave's face
and realised the boy actually meant what he said.

   "Well, if you really feel that way, there are other things you can do. I'm a
bit too lazy to do much for myself at the moment," he told the boy and was happy
to see a smile cross the young slave's face for the first time since he brought
hot water to the room that morning.

   "But no fucking, mind you!"

   The slaveboy grinned at him shyly, "M...may I t...t...touch..."

   He smiled to encourage the slave and he felt the boy's fingers trembling
against his nipples.

   "I...I've never s...seen such a manly chest before. S...so strong. S...so
b...big..." the slaveboy stammered shyly as he pressed the general's hairy tits
between his fingers and rolled the brown pearls of dark flesh between them. He
kissed each manly bud wetly, flicking his tongue over the sensitive tips as his
lips gently closed over first one, then the other. For all that he was no more
than eighteen and his master in his fifties with silver beginning to streak the
dark hair on his head, beard and body, the teenager seemed absolutely fascinated
by Kuan Taijin's muscular body and most especially the older man's large firm
nipples. The boy couldn't seem to get enough of them. He sucked and licked
furiously on one hard little bud hungrily while avidly rolling and pinching the
other one between his thumb and fingers.

   It felt wonderful to simply lie still while his young slave worshipped his
chest and throbbing nipples with his mouth and hands, Kuan Tai-jin decided. The
relentless pleasure around his sensitive tits shot straight to his groin and he
felt so much of his precum leaking out that his cock head became totally wet and
slick as his cock shaft grew harder and harder in deep throbs of erotic blood
rush. If the slave kept on playing with his nipples for much longer, the boy had
better be prepared to take care of his manmeat, too, he decided. All thought was
swept out of his mind when the teenager's teeth closed over his right man bud
and the sharp pressure on the sensitive little nubbin sent sudden flashes of
erotic pain rocketing through his cock.

   "Hhsssss...aah..." the general groaned.

   "I...I hurt you, Lord," the boy was suddenly frightened again.

   "No. No, you didn't. I'm a man. I can take it. Besides, it felt really good,
you know" his master reassured him, hugging the boy's scared young face against
his hairy chest tightly.

   Encouraged, the slaveboy sucked and pinched General Kuan's nipples even more
furiously until queer little electrical shocks travelled down to his thickly
muscled thighs. He thought his cock would just burst and start spouting jets of
his manjuice all over the bed if it went on for much longer.

   The boy must have sensed it from the violent quivering in his master's legs
because he quickly slid his body down and took the hard, wetly leaking head
of General Kuan Taijin's big cock into his mouth. Less than half of its length
went in before it reached the back of his throat. The slave was surprised at
himself. He'd never done anything like that. Not even with his brothers at the
farm before he'd been captured and sold in the slave house.

   He didn't know what to do or to expect and he nearly gagged at the amount of
soldierly flesh in his mouth but held on to his master's cock with both hands as
he bravely bobbed his lips and tongue up and down against his master's manhood,
licking its purplish red head and rubbing his wet lips against it like a puppy.
He felt so good making his master's magnificent body happy that he stuffed the
whole slick and hotly throbbing cock head into his mouth again.

   He thought he could go on sucking the general's magnificent manmeat forever
but his master's body arched, shuddered crazily as the man moaned
"UUUuugghhhh..."
deep in his belly and the slaveboy suddenly found his mouth filled with warm,
thick man juice. He nearly suffocated at the quantity of cum that kept pumping
out from his master's cock, but he swallowed as much of it as he could until the
salty fluid flowed down over on to his chin.

   When his crazily throbbing cock had shot its last wad of jizm, General Kuan
hauled the young slave up off his crotch, hugged him tightly against his own
hairy, naked torso and told the teenager, "You've made my cock so happy, you'll
have to do it all over again, boy."