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- Training Asu
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Asu didn't make it back to the wine shop until the next afternoon. Mahir could not let him go until both were beyond exhaustion. And Asu sobbed that he didn't want to go, and was only assuaged when Mahir whispered an assurance in his ear that, when it came to bed partners, what was the king's was also Mahir's.
Hatim, after being assured that Asu was fully ready to accept his fate and his position in life now, assigned Asu to a room in the back of the shop and let him sleep and heal for three days.
On the night of the third day, however, a naked Asu was sitting on the cock of an obviously happy and aroused Sargon in the same chair that Asu had wriggled away from him in four nights previously. Without command to do so, Asu was leveraging on the balls of his feet on the floor on either side of Sargon's lap and was rising and falling on the cock, such as it was—requiring no effort for Asu after the soldier cocks he had recently known. It was all that Sargon could imagine wanting, though. Asu was saying all of the things that Sargon wanted to hear about how wonderful Asu's sponsor was to him. Sargon was strumming the beautiful young man's nipples and savoring the victory of his long campaign, having no idea how short the time of his sponsoring and recompense would be. Sargon was alternating the stroke of his hands between Asu's cock and his nipples—because Asu demanded the attention of him and Sargon was too much the slave of Asu's channel now not to give the young beauty what he demanded.
Asu's performance was helped by two factors. He was so soused with free wine provided by Hatim that he didn't particularly care who was fucking him, as long as there was a pile of cash on the table in front of him—and as he rose and fell on Sargon's cock, he was looking over to where the soldier Nasri was standing at the end of the bar table and looking at him. Later, after the wine shop closed, Nasri would be taking Asu to Asu's little room behind the wine shop and would resume teaching him new sexual positions of India that were sure to increase what men were willing to pay for Asu's body. And in just weeks, the palace, the king—and Mahir. And Nasri had said that the king knew the positions of India better than he did, was more flexible than he, and would give Asu even more pleasure, despite the differences in the cocks, while taking his own, than even Nasri could give him. It was doubtful Nasri actually believed that, but he was as much the king's man as Captain Mahir was.
The basic training of Asu had been concluded satisfactorily for all.
- COMMENTS
TeenTopover 4 years agoAfter a thorouhgoing training of his arsehole Asu is the perfect prostitute, happy to hop on the cocks of any guest of the wine shop, without command to do so, with pure pleasure and requiring no effort. A wonderful story!
Soldier73about 5 years agoOMG this is my favorite story on here! Please keep this story going!
pwnsumnubsover 6 years agoFantastically erotic. The scene with the guard captain was particularly well done. Nice work!
nanobotover 10 years agoI like sex but I love good storytelling better. His research is obviously more than the pastiche of settings other writers resort to in order to sell a story. One can be immersed to such depth in his plot you can forget that you started reading for a completely different thrill. His stories are far more than a vehicle for a happy ending, [forgive the double entendre] they are the labors of a person that has paid attention to constructing something worthy of a closer look. He has proven himself again and again as writer of note. Maybe one day we'll know who he is by his name on the Times best seller list- if that is his goal. In the meantime, I'll keep reading and learning and knowing a good thing when I read it.
sr71pltover 10 years agoAuthorI didn't want to get pushy about it, but it could be about "Old Egypt" anyway. There are a chunk of centuries in Egyptian history between the pharaohs and Greeks (really, ancient Egypt, not just old Egypt) and the colonial period where this story could have fit into the context. But, yes, I find it frustrating at times that folks come back with minutia on what is mainly written for the erotica value, not the value of the setting.
battleaxe_babeover 10 years agoHey Anonymous, to you and the bunch of you history experts that come here just to throw a fit on historical accuracy, why don't you show us your usernames so we can read your historically accurate stories?
It pisses me off greatly that a neat well written and very erotic story like this gets nailed down because of two words more than necessary, if the writer hadn't written 'old egypt' you would have shut up. Two words and you nail it. Think about it.
BTW, 5 stars to sr71plt, it's a great story.
sr71pltover 10 years agoAuthorSorry, Grrr, the mistake was in the slug saying it was Old Egypt. It wasn't. The kingdom is a made-up one. I write my stories a year or so in advance. I just made the mistake of saying it was Egypt in the slug.
Anonymousover 10 years agothere are a few thing you really need to look up one its not king it is pharaoh and they didn't wear purple they wore leopard skins over their shoulders and added a lion’s tail to hang from their belt and it was not Hades.When the body died, parts of its soul known as ka (body double) and the ba (personality) would go to the Kingdom of the Dead. While the soul dwelt in the Fields of Aaru, Osiris demanded work as restitution for the protection he provided. Statues were placed in the tombs to serve as substitutes for the deceased...you are getting you Greek and Egyptian myths mixed up some of that didn't come in to play until later in Egyptian history.
nanobotover 10 years agoYou make everything sound so reasonable.I imagine your bed is seldom empty.
