a man the pox!” Lowering his gaping mouth, the bodyguard plunged it over the trembling tip of the youth's member – closing his hairy lips around its hardness with mumbling gusto and sucking up and down in a fury of greedy enjoyment.
The boy's eyes widened – first in utter surprise, then in amazed pleasure – as the older male nursed with savage delight upon the stiff length of organ, twisting his head this way and that, tugging at it in playful glee, thrusting his hirsute face down and swallowing almost the entire column of white tense flesh while the boy's face grew dreamy in blissful enjoyment of the sensations being created upon his prick. When he came a few seconds later, the youth cried out his excited ecstasy, writhing in its toils as his juices went gushing and spurting forth within the demanding mouth that held his penis prisoner, spasm after spasm making his slender body twitch and squirm.
The bodyguard lifted his dripping maw, grinning.
“How was that?” he chuckled lewdly.
“Oh, th-that felt so strangely wonderful!” The lad stared longingly at the hairy-ringed mouth which had delivered the greatest pleasure he'd ever known. “It's- it's much better than pulling at it with my own hand until it floods forth! W-Will you do it again to me, sir?”
“I shall – if you'll give me the pleasure of my own lust in the manner I prefer!” The bodyguard eyed the boy's awakened desire shrewdly, knowing that his deliberate campaign to reach this moment had worked most effectively. “Will you do that?”
The lad nodded enthusiastically, thinking only of experiencing the repeated joy of having that hairy face nuzzling his lap, feeling the warmth and wetness of that hungry mouth upon his stiffly sensitive organ.
“Then turn over, get on your hands and knees!” ordered the bodyguard, producing a small jar of jellylike substance. “That's it! Now spread those pretty, smooth legs a bit! God, what a handsome young asshole you have, my friend! Hold still now while I apply this aid!”
“It feels so peculiar!” giggled the boy.
“You haven't really felt anything peculiar yet!” panted the lecherous bodyguard, getting himself up close to the youthful buttocks, spreading the cheeks with his hands and suddenly pressing his own exposed penis – a respectable truncheon that stood upright excitedly – against the jelly-smeared rectal entrance.
“Ow!” gasped the boy, wincing. “Th-that hurts, sir! Ow! I don't like – ow! – this kind of – ow! – fun at all, sir! Oh, by the gods! OW! You're killing me, sir!”
“It only hurts a bit the first time!” panted the bodyguard, thrusting his rigid member into the hole, jabbing it in and out in short stabs that made his face grow heavy with lustful enjoyment. “Besides, the cunt never was carried betwixt female thighs that can match a male asshole or even a male mouth for snug delight and satisfying fucking! Hold still, you young fool! I'm nearing my own pleasure now!” The bodyguard rocked steadily back and forth, his penis slipping in and out of the boy's rectum with increasing vigor and speed.
“B-But it hurts too much!” wailed the youth, grimacing and bracing himself against the shocks of the man's pumping, thrusting loins. “Th-the pain is terrible, sir!”
“Act like the brave soldier you'll one day be!”
The, lad gritted his white teeth, enduring the act which now had become a frenzied violence as the bodyguard- quivering into full orgasm and his body straining with the urgent enjoyment, his face a contorted mask of lust- slammed his ramrod into the yielding rectum with a last grunt of animal satisfaction, hoarsely groaning and bent almost double when the spasms of climax poured his juice spurtingly from the end of his inserted member into the aperture it impaled.
Weakly, the bodyguard withdrew the smoking penis and slumped onto his side, laboring for breath. The boy moved backwards until his once again erected penis dangled stiffly down near the prone bodyguard's slack mouth, brushing the bearded lips.
“Suck me!” the boy whispered feverishly, prodding at the man's half-opened mouth with the throbbing tip of his excited organ. “Suck me again!”
“In a moment, lad!” wheezed the bodyguard.
“Now!” the boy pleaded.
The bodyguard opened his mouth and the youth thrust his pulsing stiffness into the thick lips, moaning with pleasure as that heavy mouth closed tightly about his organ – undulating his hips as he began copulating slowly and steadily in and out of the brutish mouth engulfing his hard young cock, the blissful expression reappearing upon his smooth face as the sensual enjoyment resumed.
I left, hearing his soft murmuring fade behind me.
Returning to the Greek, I found him seated with his thighs spread apart while the aged seer carefully painted a thin liquid over every inch of the truly startling penis jutting up stiffly from a matted tangle of black hair in the Greek's crotch. It was a fantastically long and thick organ for such a small and wiry man. Clublike, it waved in rigid splendor as the ancient sage finished brushing the ointment upon it. I could hardly believe the sight but compared to this staff of muscle, Bullpole's mace-like member was inferior indeed.
The Greek's penis was adorned with a number of large and bumpy warts down its white column. Its plum- shaped head looked broader and thicker than any such tips I've ever seen on male organs during all my journeys or in any of the many instances where I beheld the human penis exposed or in action. It was a veritable giant mushroom of a prick, and it almost dwarfed its possessor since he seemed even shorter and thinner with that magnificent length of genital construction protruding from his hairy lap.
“There, my lord,” murmured the elderly sorcerer, stepping back. “The ointment is applied. You have drunk the potion. You will be perfectly ready for any contest of sexual endurance within a few minutes.”
“By the stenchless turds of Zeus!” exclaimed the exuberant Greek, staring proudly at his own cock and thumping it lightly, causing it to waggle back and forth stiffly, “now I'll not only hammer that stupid pig's empire away from him but I'll outfuck his best effort until he's been wretchedly humiliated and made the laughing stock of this very palace of bawdy enterprise!”
That cocky Greek was all winner if I ever saw one.
CHAPTER V
Bullpole awaited the greek as that grinning contestant was escorted into the room containing a brace of broad couches by a docile-faced little attendant who led the scheming man to one of the wide beds and helped him lay himself upon it, after gently assisting him to divest his body of the single garment he wore.
“Are you ready, old friend?” asked Bullpole in a languid voice. “Servants will bring each of us a girl as we indicate by gesture.”
“Ready indeed,” replied the smirking Greek.
“We can interrupt our fucking at any time for rest, refreshments or simply brief conversation. A highly reliable servant over there -” Bullpole pointed to an expressionless man holding a pen and tablet, “will keep score. He's been instructed to keep it accurately and impartially upon pain of death. You needn't suspect any chicanery where the tally is concerned.”
“Why, I trust your methods implicitly, friend of my youth!” crooned the Greek. “Surely, you aren't implying that I would insult you by entertaining the faintest doubt regarding -”
“No,” interrupted Bullpole. “I merely wish to assure you that every precaution to insure total fairness and efficiency has been taken.”
The Greek nodded his approval.
“Then the contest begins the moment the first virgin is upon her back with her lovely legs opened on either side of us each.” Bullpole resettled himself, holding his mammoth penis ready in one hand, fingering its blunt tip and making it hard with this preliminary excitement. “Good luck to you!”
“And to you, old friend!”
Attendants led two naked girls – both of them blonde and beautifully shaped – to the couches where they were positioned upon their backs, each girl averting her eyes as her sexual partner climbed between her thighs and lowered himself upon her quivering belly.
“One thing more,” said Bullpole. “Each girl is prepared, her artificial lubrication being a time-saving device
