Dear fans and student,
I have just returned from island of Timur to partake in a symposium in Vienna, which interestingly enough deals with the clitoris shape and impact on the world economy. While not my area of expertise, it has been become a hot topic in the academic community, given the massive public funds being thrown at it today by many governments.
Regardless, let us focus on our continuing story and its meaning in the context of the Prussian Theory. In the last chapter, our hero Rod made his public début and discovered his transformation had far greater impact than mere threesome with three lovely ladies. Under Purssian theory, there is a universal male concept conceived in adolescence that the phallus size correlates to dominance and power. It this fantasy, the pubescent male theorized that it is the lack of phallus size that prohibits him from acting out his sexual desires with females.
Our exploration of ultimate phallic power has lead Rod to slowly learn that his phallus power extends far beyond sex with desirable females and extends to the world at large. With this realization, the male ego of Rod is vastly enhanced, and he must balance his relationship with others in a reality where he is increasingly realizing that he is the center of everything.
Professor No Gratis
Cock Ring of the Gods
Of Harems and Temples
Ramses Harem was off the main strip of Bourbon tucked away on one of the side streets. As soon as we passed through the front doors, you realized the place was a top end establishment. The club itself was behind a second doorway which was guarded by a mean looking black guy. Kaley went up to counter and greeted a cute Asian girl working the register.
"Good evening, Ms. Dubois." She cheerfully greeted Kaley. I laughed to myself realizing that my 10,000 year old guardian of the ring actually had a last name.
"Is the club closed as I instructed." She asked.
"Everyone has been sent home, except your girls, just like you asked. And Mo has disappeared, I can't reach him by his cell phone." the Asian said.
"Good, I will deal with Mo later. You can go home tonight and lock up on the way out." She said and then turned to the door man and dismissively said, "Dre, What are you still doing here?"
"I am just watching out for any trouble, making sure the ladies are taken care of." He answered in a deep voice and actually looked right up at me.
The moment our eyes met my mouth filed with the sour taste of lemons and my mind opened up to Dre's life. Dre was one disturbed and mean guy. His life read like a police rap sheet of petty violent crimes and physical intimidation of his victims. And at 6'4" with a muscular body, he had the ability to carry out his threats. Dre was a deeply troubled individual driven by his own internal feelings of inadequacy who had the propensity to compensate with violence at the slightest provocation. Much of it driven by an insatiable racial hatred of anyone who did look like him. His internal anger was so strong it overwhelmed his natural submission to me and enabled him to effectively eye ball me.
I would have broken him right there and then, if it wasn't so apparent to me that his challenging body language was driven purely out a defiance to his perception that I was white, despite the fact I no longer belonged to any racial group of mortals. More so, even before my transformation, I was not technically a Caucasian, if such thing really existed. My blood line was a mixed bag of ethnic backgrounds. Even now, as a physical perfect male, I guess one might view my face as remotely European, especially with blue eyes, even if they contained divine purple highlights. But my skin color was bronzed, and everything else about me could not really be identified as a particular race. But in Dre's eyes, I was a white man and a tall physically imposing white man to boot. To him, I was his racial enemy, and his hatred filled my mouth with lemons.
Understanding his defiance, I thought back to how badly I behaved before outside the restaurant, and decided to fashion a more just remedy this time. I thought that I would not take away his mortal manhood, however I would not allow any male to think his was strong enough to look me directly in the eyes. Plus I sensed another act of hubris in Dre's head, he had designs on one of the women waiting inside for me. When Dre said he was taking care of the ladies, he was hoping to care for one particular lady with his powerless 9' inch black penis.
Turning to action, I swiftly stepped up to him placing my body about a foot and half from him, forcing him to stretch his neck upward to uncomfortably maintain his eyes contact with me. Instantly, the lemons in my mouth turned to strong acid taste, as Dre started to fear me.
"Boy, eyes down when I am talking to you." I said, realizing how provocative the racial undertones would sound to him.
Dre humbled himself and looked down. The lemon taste was gone and the acid taste was quickly being replaced by the sweet tart flavor of submission.
"The ladies do not need you to take care of them, they need a real man to care for them. I am here for that, and you are nothing compare to me. Your only purpose is to do as the ladies tell you, like a weak little boy you are." I told him.
"Yes, Sir" He answered overcome with submission.
"No boy, if you wish to continue to work at this establishment, you will show proper respect to my ladies by addressing them as Mistress or Goddess."
"Yes Sir" He submissively answered again.
"And boy, you will call me by the name that my Goddess call me, Master."
"Yes, Master."
"Good, now go home and jerk off that little black penis thinking about my Goddesses inside waiting to worship and share my one massive cock." I commanded, knowing that he would playing with himself till he passed out later in the night.
"See you tomorrow at 7. Dre." Kaley smiled while she stretched up to open mouth kiss me.
"Yes Mistress DuBois." Dre said, as he hurried out the front door.
"Delicious my lord." Kaley said hanging on to me sucking my mouth as Serinda and Roslyn pushed their bodies up against my back and rubbed my muscles. Kaley peeled back and said to me with a wicked smile, "You just wait here while I introduce you to your harem."
While we waited in the lobby, Kaley strolled into the club to be greeted by eight breath taking strippers. The girls were still in their skimpy work clothes but had freshened up as Kaley instructed them. Kaley's Octirue consisted of 5 blondes and 3 brunette, and they were lazy chatting up front near the main stage when Kaley excitedly entered.
"Well look what the cat dragged in. If it ain't the charming Ms. DuBois." A gorgeous blonde named, Shay, with a Texas drawl said, pointing to Kaley's arrival.
Kaley wasted no time. She went up to the group and started her speech. "Sisters, I know that I have been hard on you. I have asked you to make many sacrifices over the last year. Each of you has taken vows to dismiss all men in favor of the coming of Ramses, and I have shown you all the rituals associated with him. I have prophesied that the time was near when one man would come worthy to ascend into godhood, rule over the world as the only real man. We have called this god man, Ramses, and I have told you he will sit in judgment of all beautiful women. He will not be like any mortal man that has ever walked the Earth, but he shall be a god possessing all the power that be in his very manhood. He will be so powerful, no women will be able to seduce him, manipulate him, or control what he does. Every women shall know that to be his, will be to have the world at her feet, and his power shall be the only thing woman shall ever need again."
Kaley paused for dramatic effect, "Each of us have taken a vow to devote our existence to this supreme male god. I am here tonight to proclaim that Ramses has been born into flesh and has begun his domination of the world."
"And where is he now, Kaley?" said another striking blonde named, Jenna. "What you commissioned another golden statue for us to kneel before?" She said dismissively.
"Don't think that I don't know you have broken you vows, Jenna, and went ahead and fucked Mo." Kaley accused her.
"So what, he gives me what I ask for. You want to get rid of Mr. Hassin, so you attempt to brainwash his top performers by promising them some kind of sex god that can give them the world. Statues don't pay my rent. All of us could have earned 10 times the amount of money, if we weren't shackled by Kaley's bullshit promises of some bullshit god." Jenna retorted.
Jenna's venom shook the other dancers.
"Who else dared break their vows to Ramses?" Kaley trembled in rage.
"This is bullshit. I going to tell Mo, this bullshit is hurting the club. And he is going to kick your ass on the streets." Jenna barked out.