Date: Thu, 08 Jan 2004 15:35:24 -0700
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "The Chosen One From Nongkhai.  Part 7 Pepperment" (m/b)

                     Part Seven: Peppermint

Putting on his robe, Lord Phanomyong summoned his personal attendant and
instructed him to empty his chamber pot, and to pick up the sleeping boy
and take him back to his own room. After his servant had closed the sliding
partition, the warrior-lord stood and stared at his large, empty bed for
the longest time, deep in thought. Of all the decisions the Favourite Son
of the Great God Xiu had to make, this was beyond all doubt his most
difficult.

The Chosen Ones were chosen for one purpose, to bring him pleasure, and
that the boy had done from the moment he had arrived. During the day the
boy's beauty and his behaviour had made Lord Phanomyong the envy of his
nobles and the leaders of other lands, and that pleased the warrior-lord
greatly. In the evenings he had brought a different kind of joy, one which
had been totally unexpected, and the uniqueness of that joy and the delay
in the pleasure that the Fierce Tiger of the Jungle had in mind had only
heightened his ardour. No boy had done that before.  Nor had any boy before
the Chosen One from Nongkhai ever brought him pleasure that increased from
one day to the next. Had records been kept, they would have shown for the
Chosen Ones in the past, after that first evening, the pleasure they
brought began to wane, faster for some than for others.

Lord Phanomyong began to pace. Even on the rainy day he had chosen the
youngster, he had known that there would be a time when the boy would cease
to please him.  Even as they began this game of making each evening greater
than the time before, he had known that there would be a time when it would
come to an end. A man can be brought to within a breath of that peak of
greatest joy only so many times after which denying him that ultimate
pleasure becomes a torture. A man can experience a dry orgasm for only so
many times and in so many ways before it is not a pleasure, but a
disappointment.

He had known these things, but in the back of his mind he had hoped like a
foolish child that the strange relationship they had developed could go on
forever, that each night would bring delights even greater than the night
before. Seeing that there were only two jars of oil left had shocked his
mind back to the reality that their strange relationship had to come to an
end. After two more jars the boy would no longer be able to please him with
this strange and wonderful new form of Nuad Bo-Rarn, and the boy would
dutifully bend over and provide him that greatest pleasure, that pleasure
which, in his opinion, was the whole purpose of making boys.  Knowing that
time was approaching should have made him happy, but it did not, and that
was the most bothersome thing of all. The Defender of the People was still
pacing the floor when the sun arose and his personal attendant arrived as
he did every morning for his bath.

Lord Phanomyong had decided only moments earlier that the solution to his
problem was to avoid the boy and thus delay the inevitable even though
after their latest experience he desired the warm moistness of the boy's
sheath even more than ever. To provide him that ultimate of pleasures was
why the boy had been chosen in the first place, and to sink his shaft up
this boy's tight, virgin chute would surpass the joys that all Chosen Ones
before him had provided. It would also be a joy that could never be
surpassed, and so every experience afterward could only bring him less and
less pleasure, until the boy could please him no more. Such had been the
fates of hundreds of Chosen Ones before this one, and the only way to delay
the inevitable, would be to avoid seeing the boy. Of course he knew the end
would eventually come, but it gave him time, and the warrior knew that
sometimes just a day could alter the direction that a man's life took.

As he bathed, he thought further on his decision, and wondered why the gods
had created this dilemma for him, and why at this time. He wondered if
perhaps he had been lead to this Chosen One so that the boy might bring him
the motivation and clarity of mind he had needed in order to successfully
invade the Principality of Mythar. He wondered if now that the invasion was
over, if the boy's time was also over. There had been other Chosen Ones
whose time had been as short, or even shorter. Perhaps the gods had
provided him this strangest of Chosen Ones so that he could acquire the
lands to the south and extend his boy tithe to the black-skinned boys of
his new province. Having succeeded, perhaps he was to enjoy the tender,
tight sheaths of the best of the boys in this new land as his reward. If
that was his destiny, and the destiny of the boys who were yet to provide
him that pleasure, then he should not fight the will of the gods, for they
knew what was right, and he being a mere mortal could not expect to defeat
them.

So, as he stepped out of his bath, he reversed his decision. He would not
avoid the boy nor hide him away so he would not be tempted. The gods had
created the boy so he could be seen and so his master could delight in the
pleasures he had to offer. One does not purchase a beautiful painting only
to lock it away in a dark room so one will not be tempted to gaze upon
it. So, it was with sadness but with the resolve that made him the most
powerful leader yet in the Land of the Tiger Eye, that he decided he would
be wrong to delay enjoying the pleasures that the Chosen One had yet to
offer him, and as such to delay the boy's inevitable death and reward in
Heaven.  Such was the will of the gods, and such was the boy's duty and his
destiny.

And so the boy joined him for breakfast that morning in powder blue silk
pajamas and an open vest of the same fine material and colour as he had
ordered. After breakfast he accompanied his master to the audience chamber,
where he stood a respectful three steps behind his throne and poured his
rice wine while his master received the First Minister for a report on how
the land had faired in his absence. The Favourite Son of the Great God Xiu
was particularly interested in the status of the economy as a result of the
war, and in any grievances that had been raised by those who were less
loyal in the hopes of getting their way in his absence. He was pleased to
hear that the coffers of the Land of the Tiger Eye had in fact increased as
a result of the war, and that only two men had come to make special
petitions, and they were two that he had suspected of disloyalty for
several cycles of the moon. Despite the good news, his mind dwelled on the
limited time he had left to enjoy the pleasure of the beautiful boy from
Nongkhai, and that, despite his acceptance of the will of the gods, was far
more depressing than the First Minister's news was exulting.

The boy was quick of mind and especially observant, and he noticed his
master's distress, but he knew not the cause of it. For the rest of the
morning he poured his master's tea and delivered his written orders to the
clerk outside the door but he could discern no cause for his master's black
mood. In the afternoon he stood respectfully by, aware of the leers and the
desires of the nobles from strange lands who came to pay homage to his
master, but even that did little to lift his master's spirits. In the late
part of the afternoon, he accompanied his Lord in a leisurely tour of the
city, the two of them borne aloft in a canopied sedan carried by six tall,
muscular men whose bodies had been shaved and oiled so they glistened in
the sun. The people bowed low with respect, and they glanced at him
covertly with curiosity, and some with desire, and he saw the people's
interest in him pleased his master who had otherwise been sullen and
depressed all day.

That evening they had a lavish banquet of foodstuffs he had never heard of
before, foodstuffs from the new great Province of Mythar, and of foodstuffs
that had become his favourites. Lord Phanomyong tried to enjoy his repast,
but knowing that after this night there would be but one oil left weighed
heavily on his mind. So, it was no surprise that he developed a tremendous
ache in his head and was as tense as a virgin on her wedding night as they
retired to the bedchamber after their meal

"My Lord has been melancholy all day," the boy observed, accustomed now to
speaking his mind despite his young age.

"Yes," the warrior-lord admitted, trying not to look as depressed as he
felt. The boy was perceptive, but then he'd known that from the first
evening they had spent together.

"Well," the boy observed cheerfully as if his Lord's sadness was a minor
thing and could be easily rectified. "That is why I was chosen, so that I
might bring my Lord pleasure whenever he desires it, so that the burdens of
the Defender of the People might be lessoned in order that he might have
the strength to continue to rule justly and fairly over the Land of the
Tiger Eye."

"It would be a miracle if you could bring pleasure to me on this night,"
Lord Phanomyong said sadly.

"Such is my duty, my Lord," the boy responded. "And this night I shall
bring you pleasure greater than any pleasure you have ever felt before."

"If the pleasure of your massage is like nothing I have ever before
experienced, then you can be no mere boy but must be the wisest and
greatest sage in the land."

"I am just a boy," the Chosen One responded solemnly, "and it is my duty to
please. If I fail to bring my Lord pleasure greater than any pleasure of
the bedchamber he has experienced before, then I bring dishonour upon
myself and my family and my ancestors." The boy paused for a moment and
then looked directly in his master's eyes. "If I do not bring my Lord
pleasure like he has never before felt this night, I will throw myself upon
my master's sword of flesh and pierce my own body," he declared sternly,
his eyes narrowing with resolve.

Despite his melancholy, the warrior-lord had to smile at that daring oath.
All youth are of the opinion they are invincible, that they can succeed at
whatever they strive to do. That was one of the many things that drew him
to young boys, and one of the many things that brought him pleasure outside
that of the bedchamber. He had been of the same belief as a boy, and he
still was of that belief. It was that belief that had allowed him to rule
over advisors and elders with experience and wisdom far beyond his. That
was the belief that allowed him to declare war on his neighbours and to
bring them to their knees. It was also obviously a belief that this Chosen
One believed particularly strongly in, and another facet that endeared him
to this boy more than to any before him.

"Then come, harden my sword with your fire," he said, determined to take
the same attitude as the boy and to look fate in the eye and determine his
own destiny. "What shall it be tonight, tied to my bed supine or prone?"

"My Lord, the brother of my mother was teaching me a position he called the
viparita-karani, the reverse pose, when you arrived in my village. I have
not had time to practice it, but I think it is the pose most fitting for
tonight."

And so Lord Phanomyong removed his robe and set the Sands of Delight and
then lay on his back with his hands along his sides and his feet
together. He then, with the help of the boy, raised his legs and buttocks
off the bed. Placing his thumbs just under his hip bone and his fingers
around the back of his hips to steady himself, he continued to bend at the
waist until his legs were reversed parallel to his body and his knees were
above his head. For a man of his girth it was not an easy position and the
boy quickly tied a silk scarf about each wrist and tied the two scarves
together around his master's waist so he could not lower his arms if he
wanted to. The third scarf he tied around his master's legs and the fourth
scarf was tied to that scarf and then to the headboard of the bed so that
his Lord was laying on his shoulder blades and staring up at his knees. By
the time the boy was done both he and his master were panting with
exertion, and his master had begun to sweat.

The boy quickly removed his fine silk clothing so it would not be stained
and put on his simple white thong before opening his basket of oils which
had been delivered to the room for him as they had the previous night. For
this night the boy chose oil of peppermint.  Unlike the previous nights, he
went directly to his master's thick cock, which was hanging downward along
his fat stomach and directly in his line of vision. The boy played with the
warrior-lord's one-eyed snake as if it were a toy, raising it so it was
parallel with his legs and then releasing it and watching it drop back down
parallel to his master's stomach. He squeezed it and stroked it, and as it
began to swell he pushed it back down against the man's fat stomach and
then watched it as it slowly rose.  He shook it and slowly pumped it with
his hot little hand, and then grasping the flaccid snake by the neck he
rubbed its head on the man's fat stomach. He slowly pulled down the snake's
hood and watched it slip back up over its head and he giggled with boyish
delight and repeated the action.

Pealing back the skin for the sixth time, he held it back with one hand as
he poured a bit of the almost colourless oil of peppermint over the exposed
knob. He gently spread the oil over the man's spongy plum. The purple-red
fruit glistened in the candlelight, and as the boy moved and stirred the
air, it caused the warrior-lord's knob to feel as it might had it been
plunged in the ice- cold water of a mountain stream, and the tingling
sensation caused it to immediately become erect. As the boy began to
massage the fat erection, his newly oiled fingers transferred the oil of
peppermint to the warrior-lord's shaft, which similarly felt chilled and
began to tingle in a strange and new way.

The boy began to slowly polish his master's cane as he had the previous
nights, and the cool sensation of the oil of peppermint combined with his
master's long abstinence from that which he enjoyed the most and the
friction of the boy's small, hot hand resulted in the inevitable. The
Fierce Tiger of the Jungle inhaled sharply as he approached his climax and
the peppermint- scented air caused even his mouth to feel cool as he sucked
it in. The boy pumped his fist slowly and rhythmically a dozen more strokes
and then at the last possible moment he released his grip on his master's
shaft. Without the heat of the boy's hand and the friction of his fist, the
warrior- lord's massive cock suddenly felt very chilled. As he tried
desperately to release his seed, his engorged snake jerked in the air, and
the movement made it feel colder still, distracting his mind from his lust
and dampening his desire. Lord Phanomyong glanced over at the Sands of
Delight and was surprised to see only the first vial had emptied.

Applying more oil to his palms, the boy sat down on his heels and began
massaging his master's chest, firmly caressing it and working the oil into
his flesh. His chest, and especially his sensitive nipples, suddenly felt
cold, just like his cock, and the strange sensation heightened his arousal.
The boy's small, hot fingers were surprisingly strong for a boy his age,
and as they squeezed and released his Lord's chest muscles, the
warrior-lord felt his tension slowly dissipate as lust began to swell up in
his throbbing member and his teats began to tingle as if a cold mountain
breeze was blowing over them. It was not a true cold, and as the boy
stimulated his nipples the warrior- lord began to sweat, the reaction of
the peppermint having been quickly absorbed by his body through the
sensitive membrane of his glans and his tender nipples.

Wrapping his slender and skilled fingers about his master's throbbing cock
a second time, the boy began to massage it again, working his fist up and
down the solid tube of flesh slowly and purposefully, bringing his Lord
that familiar pleasure that all men and boys know and desire.  Lord
Phanomyong inhaled deeply, inhaling the fragrance of the oil of peppermint,
and he sighed with the unique joy of having a young, beautiful boy spanking
his monkey. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the pleasure throbbing
through his long, thick staff and said a quick prayer of thanks to Ixichan.

The Chosen One brought his Lord to his second and then his third pleasure
peak, each time bringing him dangerously close to coming and then releasing
his master's cock at the last moment and leaving it to twitch and ache for
an orgasm that the warrior-lord could not reach.  Although at the summit of
each peak Lord Phanomyong desperately wanted to climax, he also found great
pleasure in the rhythm of being brought to that summit and then allowed to
regain his control before being brought to the next peak of frustration and
delight.

Sweat trickled down his sides and pooled under his body, and sweat
glistened on his smooth, oiled chest. The Chosen One was sweating also, the
exertion causing perspiration to bead on his forehead and causing his
smooth underarms to become damp. Lord Phanomyong inhaled deeply with his
arousal, and the fragrance of a hot, sweating, young boy filled his lungs
and intensified his ecstasy as he approached his climax for the fourth
time.

As the boy's hot, sweaty body pressed against his, he strained to ejaculate
his seed and he hoped that the boy might bring him at least to his dry
climax, but instead the boy released his throbbing snake and drawing back,
looked down at him and at his twitching, leaking cock. As he trembled and
tried to will himself to ejaculate even though he knew it was futile, he
glanced down and saw the boy's little member had risen up. The peppermint
oil and the sweat from their bodies having soaked through the thin material
of his thong, the thin cloth clung to his tiny reed and clearly showed its
slender shaft and the slightly larger cone at the top.

Grasping his Lord's irritated organ once again, the boy began to beat it
furiously, pumping his fist up and down the length of his cock from his
delicate eggs to his pee-slit in a manner used by many young boys on
themselves to bring themselves to that undescribable pleasure of dry
release as fast as possible, not having been trained in the finer art of
masturbation. Unaccustomed to such rough abuse, the irritated member of the
Fierce Tiger of the Jungle burned as if being skinned and in what seemed to
be a matter of a few breaths he was ready to shoot his seed once more. Once
again the boy sat back and watched as the man's snake jerked about wildly
in a desperate attempt to spit. Lord Phanomyong pushed out with his hips,
causing the silk binding about his ankles to loosen while the silk scarf
binding his arms cut into his fat stomach and tightened about his wrists.

The warrior-lord's breath had not yet completely returned to normal when
the young boy slipped his hands about his master's organ and began to beat
it for the sixth time.  The Fierce Tiger of the Jungle was perspiring
profusely now and aching to release a load so badly that his swollen gourds
were ready to release their contents again in less time than it took a man
to cross the Grand Hall where he held his public audiences. This time the
boy continued to stroke, and just as he was sure he was going to release
his seed, he felt the boy's first finger jab him directly below his nut
sack. He pushed his hips forward, causing the silk scarf to go slack, and
then collapsed back, and the weight of his fat buttocks tightened the silk
scarf about his ankles. He grunted with the ecstasy rippling through his
body and the great Lord twisted and jerked his hips even though he knew
that squirming would tighten his bonds and cut off his circulation.  His
breath came in gasps, and sweat trickled down his sides and ran down his
fat cheeks.  Glancing over at the chronometer when he finally stopped
squirming, he was surprised to find almost six of the eight vials had
emptied.

As the boy began to pump his cock for the seventh time, the warrior-lord
inhaled the fresh fragrance of the peppermint deeply, and ached for his
climax to the point of begging. With each stroke of the boy's hand he
trembled with the exotic ripples pulsating through his stiff cock, and he
once again felt the tension in his groin increase until he was sure he was
about to burst. With his other hand the boy began to stroke the sensitive
insides of his thighs.  The stimulation of his thighs combined with the
pumping of his stiff, irritated cock caused the Fierce Tiger of the Jungle
to jerk about uncontrollably like a droplet of water bouncing on a hot
metal plate. This time he was sure he was going to shoot his seed, but
again at the last moment the boy's sharp finger pressed against that spot
under his nut sack and he trembled and cried out with the ecstasy of his
second dry climax, this one even stronger and lasting longer than the first
one. As the ripples of ecstasy pulsated though his cock he whimpered with
delight and almost swooned from the lack of blood in his head, most of it
having pooled in his throbbing cock. The pleasure lasted for a very long
time and the boy knelt there on the bed and patiently waited, his little
reed jutting out his thong and aching for attention itself.

With his breathing almost back to normal, Lord Phanomyong inhaled and
exhaled deeply, relishing the scent of sex in the air and the rhythmic
throbbing of his swollen cock. Glancing over at the Sands of Delight, he
was not surprised to see the sixth vial had emptied. As he inhaled deeply,
he had to admit that this evening was even better than the previous one, a
thing he had not thought possible. Assuming the boy was done, he was
surprised when the boy dipped his forefinger in the oil and began to
massage that most private and rarest seen spot of all but which was openly
exposed in his present position. The boy's tiny finger and the cool effect
of the oil on the tender opening caused him to squirm with desire still
another time. As the fingertips of the boy's left hand danced lightly
across his expansive buttocks and the first finger of his right hand firmly
massaged his now quivering pucker, the Protector of the People contracted
his stomach and his aroused portal as he strained to shoot his seed. The
eye of his snake opened and closed as he clenched and relaxed his anus and
he grunted and gasped for breath as he desperately sought relief. The hot,
firm grasp of the boy's hand about his irritated organ as it rhythmically
pumped up and down his swollen member was delightful and he felt his nut
sack begin to contract and his cock go numb. This time! Just as he was
about to cry out with the release of his seed, the boy's finger jabbed him
under the nut sack once again and he trembled like a man having a seizure
as he reached his third and most powerful dry orgasm. He thrust out his
hips and pulled them back as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over his
body, but no matter how hard he willed it, he could not release his
seed. He screamed with the ecstasy exploding between his legs and in his
mind and contracted his body so that his knees almost struck his nose.
Although he had become accustomed to the noises in the bedchamber with this
newest Chosen One, the guard outside Lord Phanomyong's door was sorely
tempted to slide it open to ensure his master was not being assassinated.

So powerful was the orgasm of the Favourite Son of the Great God Xiu that
he was only numbly aware of the boy untying his bonds some vague time later
and making his exit out of the room.  He lay there for a long time without
moving, his large, naked body awash in a mind-numbing bliss like he would
never have imagined possible.

Next: The Conclusion, Part Eight: Ylang Ylang