Chapter Nine: The Ultimate Pleasure
Michael cried out in pain-pleasure each time Abazar cried out the word "thrust" as he concluded the story. And each thrust in the story was matched by a thrust of Abazar's cock inside the rim of Michael's channel. Despite the butter and the preparation the evening before, Abazar's thrusts, though they made Michael feel he was being jammed with a tree trunk, took him not much further in than the sheathing of his bulbous cock head. Part of it was the position and the angle. He was stretched behind Michael and holding the young man's leg up to give himself purchase, and, on the small cot, this would have made "to-the-hilt" work difficult. But it was also Michael. He had been too tense. He had cried out too pleadinglyâeven though he had demurred when Abazar had offered to give him restâbut he had just gone too rigid.
So, when Abazar brought his story to a close, intending that the seeding of the mare would be the high point of his ejaculation as well, he was only rewarded with a spouting from Michael.
Michael was panting and moaning, and he was wracked with sobbing between the moans, although he tried to muffle it, assuring Abazar that he wanted what Abazar was providing. Abazar held him in a tight embrace and then kissed him on the neck and began to glide his free hand over the trembling marble-white skin of the young man.
"I'm sorry," Michael murmured.
"Sorry?" Abazar whispered back. "The first time is often so. You must not be so tense. But it was good."
"But you have not come, have you?" Michael asked. His voice was unsure. He couldn't really tell one way or otherâhe just felt that it hadn't been all that Abazar had sought.
"I am not wholly satisfied, no," Abazar said in a low voice. He saw no reason to lie. "But that means that a deeper experience is only moments away."
Michael stopped breathing and tensed up. "Again? So soon?" he asked, in voice tremulous.
"And again and again and again," Abazar replied. "Until they come to take us away. My story. You were listening to my story? I am the black stallionâthat's, in truth, an image they have for me in the bazaarâno doubt gleaned from the men I have known. They call me the Stallion of Heliopolis. And you are the milk-white mare. This is not an ending; this is a beginning. I will ride you. I will fuck you until the cum flows from your eye sockets and your ears. I willâ" He stopped, however, as he sensed from the tensing of Michael that it was not time for such talk yet.
"Please . . . Rushdy . . . I don't know if I canâ"
"What are you afraid of, little one? This is only a slitting of the door. This is an opening to a whole new world for you. Why are you so tense?"
"I don't know if this is me, Rushdy. It's a sin. I should be fighting itâI am wanting it, seeking it. I can't . . ."
Abazar's spirits sank. This was exactly the point. The crux of the challenge for him. The young man must want it, must seek it. Otherwise it wasn't complete for Abazar; it wasn't the ultimate pleasure for him.
"You are just virginal," he whispered. "And alas, I am a stallion. I know when you have all of me inside you, me riding you in glorious rhythm, all of your fears and inhibitions will evaporate. As soon as you experience the ultimate pleasure."
The tension inside Michael wasn't lessening; if anything, it was stiffening. Abazar had to think of something. It was all for naught if the young man wouldn't beg for itâand receive the fullness of it. His eyes traveled around the room, searching for some idea of what to do. He could just turn the golden youth to a position where he could mount him fully and just take him and plow him until Michael completely surrendered. But what if that didn't work? He had invested too much in this challenge to not have his victory.
His eyes went to the walls across the chamber from the cot, and he smiled.
"What if you had no control, if you welcomed it and wanted it and had no control, no way to stop it?" he asked.
"Hasn't that been my life so far?" Michael asked wearily. "Not having control."
"Yes, it is the problem, but it may also be the gateway to the solution. You have not had control beforeâbut you were being forced to do things you did not want to do. What if, at least for a beginning, you had no control but you were being given what you want. That could help get you past the block in your pleasure and your being able to receive it fully."
Michael said nothing, mulling over this conundrum. His thoughts went back to the small reception room at Shepheard's, to the Nubian taking the waiter. He had been aroused by that thenâand even more so in thinking upon it since. And he knew now that part of the arousal was that the waiter had no choice, no control. And when Michael thought of the Nubian coming to him after finishing with the waiter, the arousal he felt was couched in being taken by force, without his consent, beyond his control.
"We have come so far. You do want the ultimate lovemaking, don't you? You do want the feel and to have the knowledge of every inch of me inside you, don't you? The joy of knowing you are being so fully possessed and that you have the effect on me to keep me hard and having my seed flowing deep inside you? Knowing that tomorrow we might both be dead?"
"Yes," the answer was breathy, as while Rushdy talked, he was slowly stroking Michael's cock again, and the youth was responding to the arousal.
Michael turned his head and looked into Rushdy's eyes, only to see that Rushdy was staring away from him. He followed the satyr's line of sight and shuddered and moaned when he saw what Rushdy's attention was focused on.
Abazar had moved the table aside, and he used his and Michael's linen drawers to wrap the youth's wrists in so that the manacles hanging from two adjacent iron rings on the wall didn't chaff his skin too badly.
Michael was barely able to reach the floor with the balls of his feet when he hung from the manacles on the wall, but that didn't matter for very long, as Abazar moved in close to Michael and reached down and cupped and spread his buttocks in strong hands as Michael raised his legs on Abazar's hips.
The first entry in this position was arduous, but Abazar assured Michael that it would open him as the position on the cot had not.
Michael cried out as the bulb of Abazar's cock breached the rim of his channel, and panted and whined that maybe they should leave it for later.
"You are my prisoner now; you will be fucked deeply before I unshackle you," Abazar growled, which caused Michael to look into his eyes with fear. But all he saw was an encouraging smile. "It's what you want, isn't it? No control over the inevitable. No responsibility. I take all responsibility."
"Yes," Michael murmured. "It's what I want." And then "Oh, my God!" he was crying out, as Abazar's cock gained a good two inches of depth never reached before. Visions of the Nubian taking the waiter flowed through Michael's mind and he felt his channel slackening and his captor moving, gliding deeper inside him. And Michael wanted it all. He wanted Rushdy inside him, and he wanted the Nubian inside him. He wanted to experience, to live it all. All Egyptian men, the men of the world. He wanted them all inside him. His channel relaxed, the muscles of his channel walls beginning to work with the shaft that was splitting him.
Michael rode Abazar's hips with his legs and arched his back and shuddered and writhed as Abazar's staff reached the depth of a normal man's cock in his well-buttered channel.
"You've done it, golden one," Abazar whispered in his ear. "This is the best that most men could do. I could work you hereâand you would enjoy it. It is not ultimate, though. Do you want the ultimate?"
"Yes, oh yes," Michael whispered through his groaning.
He pressed in another inch, and Michael gasped and dug his fingernails into Abazar's shoulders. Abazar held there for several moments, both of them breathing heavily. He dipped his face to Michael's and they kissed deeply, and Abazar then let his tongue run down along the side of Michael's throat and down to his nipples. He waited until Michael stopped trembling. The youth was moaning, hanging from the rings, control of his arms completely taken away from him.
Michael could feel Abazar trembling now. Abazar took Michael's calves in his hands and leaned in and kissed him on the lips again. Michael was whimpering, knowing he was at the momentâthe gateway to the ultimate.