Matthew Morris, the blond Columbia University drama student wrapping up his summer internship on the filming of The Deer Hunter in Bangkok flew into Chiang Mai on the Wednesday afternoon a week and a half after the party at Burt Blackmore's Thai-style compound in the capital city. He had been invited to attend and speak to students at the Chiang Mai University American playwrights English-language one-act play festival by drama professor Krit Thanawat. Featured would be plays by Willa Cather ("The Sculptor's Funeral"), Robert Frost ("The Bond" and "Death of the Hired Man"), Edna Ferber ("Sun Dried"), and Eugene O'Neill ("Thirst"). Matthew had played in the O'Neill and one of the Frost plays and studied the rest before he came up to Chiang Mai. As anxious as he was to see Krit again, who had bedded him quite expertly in Bangkok, Matthew looked forward to discussing American drama with Thai college students.
He'd only half expected Krit Thanawat to meet him at the airport--Krit had messaged that he'd be met and taken where he needed to go--but he was surprised that he was met by a young Thai man in enough of a uniform to mark him as a chauffeur in an old, but large and elegant Mercedes saloon car. The chauffeur, who identified himself as Amphon, wore a Thai-style tunic, made popular in the States as a Nehru jacket, over bloomer-type pants Matthew understood were made out of one piece of material. Krit had worn an elegant silk version of this outfit to Burt Blackmore's party and had looked quite handsome in it--and he'd stood over Matthew and showed him how the pants quickly unwound in one piece, quickly freeing a significant element of a man's anatomy, as desired.
Amphon was a handsome, small young man who knew very little English, so Matthew didn't really know where he was being taken until he saw the landscaped grounds of imposing mixed Thai and modern Western buildings that he understood to be the campus of Chiang Mai University. Matthew had started to get into the front seat of the Mercedes at the airport, but Amphon made clear that he was to be driven in style--in the voluminous and cushy backseat. It was from this vantage point that Matthew saw that the chauffeur was wearing one pierced earring, a silver and black enamel disk with three Ying-Yang style sections, a symbol Matthew knew was one of BDSM submission. He wondered if Amphon knew it was a symbol for that. And, by projection, he wondered just what sexual fetishes Krit was into beyond those he'd hinted to Matthew when he'd fucked the young man. And he wondered if Krit's domination extended over his household servants.
When Matthew was being honest with himself, he recognized that he had taken up Krit Thanawat's invitation to the play festival in Chiang Mai as much for the opportunity to writhe under the Thai-Chinese sex master as to pursue his interests in drama.
As they pulled up to the drama building, Matthew saw a familiar figure getting off a fancy new motorbike. He had been told that Intorn, a drama student at this university who had been brought to Burt Blackmore's party by the older movie actor, Vince Burnett, would be Matthew's guide during the festival, and here he was.
They greeted each other before going into the theater. Intorn said the plays would be given in continuous rotation through the day, that they probably had already started, and that Professor Krit probably would be fully occupied in hosting the event. They would be going to his house afterward, though, and that's where Matthew would spend the three nights of the festival. If Intorn knew that it was likely that Krit would bed Matthew frequently in those three nights, he didn't reveal that.
As they talked before going into the theater building, Matthew noted that Intorn, like the chauffeur Amphon, was wearing one of the BDSM symbol disk silver and black enamel earrings. He wondered if he'd just missed that observation at the Blackmore party. Matthew also had his right ear pierced that he usually had a diamond stud in, but he was wearing nothing in the ear now as he hadn't know what the etiquette about that would be here in upcountry Thailand. At least here, with those subservient to Krit, it seemed to be a mark of the man's possession.
Intorn was right that Krit had no more opportunity to give Matthew attention that afternoon while the plays were being run, but he did greet Matthew with a handshake that included Krit rubbing Matthew's palm with his thumb, establishing the sexual bond and intent between them, and he gave Matthew a prominent place at the front of the auditorium and in the group that discussed the play and playwrights on the stage after the performances. Matthew thoroughly enjoyed both the performances and the discussions after each one.
He was glowing with enthusiasm and the feeling of having been honored when Amphon drove him and Krit to Krit's Thai-style mansion later in the evening. Intorn followed on his motorbike, which he proudly said he'd just bought out of a windfall inheritance he'd received. Krit pulled Matthew into a kiss and a few minutes of fondling in the backseat of the Mercedes as they drove to his house, but he held off on more explicit sex until after they'd had dinner, the three of them, around a low teak table in an open pavilion of Krit's rambling series of raised wood pavilions, connected by wood terraces.
The first fucking was there, on cushions by the low table after the coffee and port had been served. Intorn didn't leave, but he drew off to the side and watched, as Krit, sitting close beside Matthew, embraced the young man, took his mouth into a long, lingering kiss and as he did so, he twisted Matthew's body around and laid him down on his back on the cushions. Producing a red silk scarf, Krit pushed Matthew's arms over his head and tied his wrists together. Matthew gave him no resistance.
As Matthew panted and mewed, Krit unbuttoned, unzipped, and brushed the young American's clothing aside and worked his mouth down the young man's body until he reached Matthew's cock and balls and nether entrance, which Krit worked with his mouth and fingers until Matthew was babbling and begging for the cock. Krit teased the young man's legs apart and positioned them spread and bent, with Matthew's feet on the cushions. A cushion went under Matthew's lower back to raise his pelvis, and Krit moved over the young American, entered and entered and entered him with a long, thin cock, and fucked him to heaven.
When Krit was finished for the first time, he lay beside Matthew while Intorn came forward with a bubble pipe and drugs, whether hashish or opium was not made clear, but the Thai-Chinese professor and the American drama student shared the pipe until Matthew, unused to the practice, lay there, open and vulnerable and purring, his eyes glazing over. Krit rolled over on top of him and fucked him again. Later he carried Matthew to the bed in the guest room assigned to the young man. Intorn no longer was there, and Matthew had very little idea that he was there either.
Krit untied Matthew's wrists, but produced three other red silk scarves and spread-eagled and tied off the young man's extremities to purpose-made hooks in the intricate carving of the four-poster bed so that Matthew's arms were raised and spread above his head, and his legs were raised and spread and tied off high on the posts at the corners of the foot of the bed.
Krit brought out a thick green jade phallus with raised black veining, the glans of which was oversized; a green jade bowl; and a flask of scented oil. He poured oil in the bowl, thickly oiled the phallus and Matthew's channel, and spent nearly an hour playing "hide the phallus" in Matthew's passage as the drugged young man moaned and groaned and cried out in pain-passion without fully understanding what was happening to him. When Krit was fully erect and aroused, he extracted the phallus, crouched over the young man, and fucked him again.
Krit left the bed, Matthew exhausted and still bound spread-eagled on the bed and panting softly, but the man returned immediately. He brought a small ring box with him. When he opened it, it revealed not ring, but a yin-yang patterned earing, like the one Intorn and Amphon wore. He inserted this in Matthew's right earlobe and, with that gesture, Matthew became marked as another one of Krit's sex slaves. Krit slipped the bonds off Matthew before joining Intorn in the corridor outside the guest room and padding toward his own bed chamber with an arm around the young Thai drama student.
Later, Matthew woke sore and groggy. He knew he'd been taken several times by Krit, but that was fine with him. He just wished he could remember the particulars of what they had done. He knew Krit was into kinky sex, and Matthew was game for some of that, but he wanted to know what it was and to have some control over whether he went with it. The man had nearly fisted him in Bangkok, and Matthew was both interested and afraid of that. He felt he'd been stretched this evening, but he didn't think he'd been fisted. He didn't know if he'd ever want to go that far or even if he could manage it.
He reached up and touched the earing in his right ear. Whatever else he had to think about, he now knew he was slaved to Krit--and to whatever Krit desired of him sexually.
He struggled out of bed, having the urge to piss, but, in the darkness, he headed in the wrong direction. He hadn't been to the guest room until Krit had carried him there, an event that Matthew only half remembered, although it had aroused him to be carried to bed--and even to be bound, which he sort of remembered too. And then Krit had been huge inside him. He'd remembered Krit as long, but not necessarily as thick. Matthew half remembered being stretched wide though.
