There once was a sultan of all the land. He was a wise, respected ruler, quite handsome still, at the age of thirty, but he had a particular problem. Whenever he saw a young man, he would fly into a crazed state, falling upon the boy and penetrating him frantically with wild thrusts until the youth passed out from exhaustion, sometimes even beyond. In such a state the sultan was insatiable; the palace staff had tried bringing him the most skilled courtesans to slake his lust, but none of them had been sufficient. In desperation, it was ordered by the sultan’s high council (all old men and therefore safe) that his staff consist only of women, who were not at risk.
It just so happened that soon afterward, a particular woman was hired from the village. She was middle-aged and highly skilled and intelligent, but she had a son of eighteen years. When it was requested that she come live at the palace, her son refused to leave her; all his life he had protected her. It was he who had convinced her to leave his father, the man who had beaten her, and it was he who defended her from thieves and rapists.
So the staff was forced to take the young man to the palace as well. They knew however, that the council would not allow a boy running around, so they devised a plan. The youth was handsome, but his beauty was feminine. He was tall and graceful, thin-limbed with long black hair and large, intense eyes that pierced the objects of his gaze with his inner strength. In an effort to deceive the sultan, they dressed the boy up as a woman, stuffing padding into the front of his shirt to simulate breasts and draping him in the robes of the palace women. With these clothes and some careful makeup, the youth was indistinguishable from a true female.
The boy lived unmolested at the palace for three years. He was put to work running errands and doing odd jobs, and was only happy to be useful. His path often crossed with the sultan’s when he delivered something, or performed some duty about the palace. Slowly, the youth fell in love with the ruler. However, much as he cared for the sultan, he also feared his crazed state and did not dare reveal himself.
One day, the young man was asked to bring the sultan dinner in his chambers, in place of his usual serving girl, who was in bed with a fever. The youth smiled and nodded happily, grateful for a chance to see his love.
When he arrived in the room, the sultan was lying on the edge of the enormous, soft bed, propped up by a mound of pillows. He was reading an official-looking document intently. When the youth entered, he hardly looked up. The youth bowed and walked across the room, placing the silver tray of food on the nightstand beside the sultan. Once again he bowed and began to move away.
As he was walking along the edge of the bed, however, one of the sultan’s splayed knees brushed lightly against his crotch. The sultan immediately sat bolt upright; what was underneath was hidden from sight but not from touch. In a flash, the sultan grabbed the front of the young man’s robes, yanking them upward so that he could gaze at the boy’s undergarments. He reached one hand in and forcefully grabbed the youth’s crotch in his hand. The young man gasped as the sultan’s hands came into contact with his member, with only a thin layer of cloth between it and the sultan’s fingers.
Before he realized what was happening, the sultan had dropped the robe, grabbed the young man’s hips, and thrown him onto the bed. Frantically he tore away the boy’s clothing, ripping the carefully draped silk, exposing his flat chest and male genitalia. It took mere seconds before the youth was completely nude on the bed, his clothes reduced to tatters on the floor.
The sultan’s eyes were wide and unfocused, with a crazed, desperate look in them. The youth realized that if he did not regain the upper hand, he would soon be at the mercy of the sultan’s penis. He knew he did not have the stamina to withstand the sultan’s penetration if it began right away; he might not have the stamina anyway.
The youth smiled up at the sultan and gently removed the hands that were holding him down. He reached out to the sultan and unfastened the rope belt that held up the sultan’s silk pants. He lowered them to reveal a massive erection over enormous balls, the thick cock already straining towards him. With a sigh of pleasure, he took the sultan into his mouth and began to suck on his member.
As he worked at the thick penis with his tongue and throat, he felt the sultan’s hands reach back to knead his buttocks firmly. The sultan slipped his fingers inside the boy and jerked in surprise when they slid in easily, with little resistance. Since he had begun working at the palace, the boy had prepared himself every day. Each morning when he woke up and each evening after he bathed, he would take a small amount of perfumed salve and spread it inside himself, stretching his anus to prepare it, just in case today would be the day that the sultan finally captured him.
He smiled around the sultan’s penis as this fact was discovered, and the sultan immediately responded after his initial hesitation by shoving in four fingers at once, up to his palm. The youth groaned as the fingers worked in and out of him, stretching him wide open.
Suddenly thick, hot seed burst into the boy’s mouth, and he swallowed it hungrily. To his amazement, the sultan’s member was still stiff inside his mouth, even after the flow of seed had stopped. He began to continue his sucking, but the sultan’s hands on his head drew him up and pressed him back onto the bed, flipping him over to lie on his stomach.
He got very little warning, just the sultan’s hands on his butt cheeks, spreading them widely apart, before he was speared by the enormous member. He felt remarkably filled and painfully stretched around the sultan’s penis. But when the sultan began to move it felt even better, especially when he hit a particular spot inside the youth that made his whole body melt into sensation.
The sultan thrust into him steadily for a long time, ignoring any other part of the youth’s body. The young man was painfully hard where he was pressed against the bed, but he did not dare move his hand down to help himself along, not if he wished to last as long as the sultan.
The sultan’s seed spilled inside of him, pumping into his body, but the sultan did not stop. As soon as the waves of cum had subsided, he continued his steady thrusts. The young man was amazed; the sultan had barely ceased for his own orgasm. Such amazing stamina.
By the third time the sultan ejaculated into him, the young man was writhing with the pain of his unfulfilled erection. He was unable to contain himself, and rubbed against the sheets, even the tiny friction of the silk enough to cause him to explode, spilling his own seed across the bed. While the sultan was still paused for a small moment after his third orgasm inside the boy’s anus, the youth moved forward, slipping off of him, and turned around. The sultan frowned, reaching for him again, but the young man smiled and took the sultan’s hands, leading him off the bed and over to the spacious bathroom.
He released the sultan’s hands as they entered the room and moved over to the large, luxurious bathtub, turning on the warm water and letting it fill the dark basin of the tub. While the sultan watched him with hungry eyes he moved about the room on legs that shook slightly from the force of his earlier penetration. He gathered soap, bath oils, and towels, and placed them on the rim of the tub.
He led the sultan over to the bath, divested him of his remaining clothes, and helped him into the water. Then he himself slipped in with the sultan, resting on top of him. He coated his hands with soap and ran them all over the sultan’s body, ending with the sultan’s member.
The youth ran a soapy hand up and down the sultan’s rigid penis, stimulating and cleaning it at the same time. He made sure to clean it very thoroughly, soaping his other hand as well to massage the sultan’s massive balls. He submerged himself into the water up to his neck, knowing that he would not have time to give himself a proper cleaning. As the youth’s wet body broke the surface, the sultan came once more in his hand. The youth smiled and stepped out of the tub, helping the sultan out after him. He pulled the stopper out of the drain so that the soapy water mixed with cum swirled away, then took one of the prepared towels and dried the sultan himself.
When the sultan was dry, erect again from the brief attentions of the towel as it wiped the moisture from his penis, the youth very quickly toweled himself off before leading the sultan back to the bedroom. He had the sultan lie on the bed on his back while he curled up at the sultan’s feet and took the man’s member into his mouth once more.
There were two more rounds where the sultan came into his mouth. The second time, the youth noticed that there was far less cum shot into his mouth than previously; it seemed as though perhaps the sultan was wearing himself out.
This theory was belied however when, as soon as the youth drew his mouth away from the sultan’s penis, the sultan grabbed him by the shoulders and once more threw him onto his stomach on the bed. The youth winced as the sultan’s penis penetrated his sore anus once again and the sultan began his rhythmic thrusting.
On and on it went. Every so often the sultan would still in orgasm, though by this point his orgasms were dry, as he had nothing left to ejaculate. But after only a few seconds recovery, he would continue to pound away at the boy. The youth came twice more himself, powerless against the constant stimulation of his prostate. After the second time, he knew he was not going to be able to make it to a third. Blood roared in his ears, and blackness began to encroach upon the edges of his vision.
His last thought, before the dark oblivion claimed him, was to wonder if he would wake up with the sultan still inside him.