Date: Fri, 11 Apr 2008 07:32:47 +0000
From: tru_jib@hotmail.com
Subject: Sodom (Part 1)

The following is a fictional story of sexual nature depicting acts of gay
sexual nature. If you are not of legal age to view such material please do
not read. Otherwise enjoy!


The morning brought with it painful greetings for the king of Sodom.
Searing sunlight, a busy and loud castle and a thumping head ache
inevitably robbed newly crowned king Saded of his sleep as the hours of the
mid-day settled upon his kingdom. The will to rise from his bed had been
driven away by the many hours of drinking and celebrating that had consumed
the previous night; the night that Saded had prepared for and dreamt of for
so long, the very joyful occasion of his coronation as king of Sodom.
Saded's new kingdom was vast, beautiful and prosperous. This was the fair
legacy of the previous kings, not only for the people but also for Saded
who was now in charge of the rule of an empire at its glorious economic and
cultural peak.

Laying on an enormous dark wooden bed with white silk sheets, the
realisation of his fate was starting to sink into Saded's mind together
with a return to soberness. He was now king and the knowledge of this
cleared his head from his stupor faster than any Eastern weed ever could.
It also brought a powerful erection to his loins. The awareness of his new
calling as king as well as the possibility of endless power and greatness
was becoming an intense warmth that rushed from the king's brain, through
his body and into his manhood swelling it up to its very celebrated twenty-
one centimetres.  Saded felt invincible and powerful lying there naked
thinking about great things to come under his rule. He would forever be
remembered and loved as the greatest and fairest king of all. These
thoughts continued to arouse Saded, making his manhood throb even more, now
with many veins which hugged his great shaft from the bottom of his balls
up twenty one centimetres of royal flesh culminating in a majestic and
perfectly shaped head wet and shinny from pre cum. In this state of arousal
Saded's senses became extremely alert. He could feel the smoothness of the
sheets caress the hardness of his dick. He could feel the sunlight
intruding through the window warm up his body, causing drops of sweat to
cover his muscular arms, his smooth neck, his powerful chest, his chiselled
abs, his strong legs. Saded could now feel a breeze play with his body hair
cooling his muscles and bringing the strong bitter scent of his own sweat
and manhood to his nose filling his mind with lust and power.  He could
feel his own blood pumping through his body and it felt good. Each heart
beat brought a new wave of arousal all across his body.

The new king of Sodome certainly looked the part. His blood had been chosen
for many generations as the supreme royal lineage of intellectual and
physical superiority while Saded had been personally chosen by the previous
king as his successor. Now as a king he was everything he was supposed to
be.  A young and tall twenty five year old with dark medium length hair,
black eyes and the beard of only a couple of weeks. A body built like a
lion and moulded by fifteen years of punishing military training was now
covered with the body hair that came when Saded stopped being a boy and
became the man, the king. All this majesty and glory lied naked and covered
in sweat, aroused and above all, hard. His muscles, his face, his stomach
and of course his penis, all hard as rock and all shinning with the touch
of sweat. It was a sight to behold.

Drunk with power and lust Saded began touching his own body, feeling the
hardness of his chest under the smoothness of his skin. His sweat made it
easy to slide his hand down to his stomach where Saded felt his own abs
under the tips of his fingers. Each muscle perfectly defined and moulded. A
smirk of satisfaction stretched on Saded's full red lips. He then brought
his hand to his mouth and licked its palm to taste his own inhebriating
male flavour. The bitter taste in his mouth made him squirm in his
sheets. He finally brought his hand, wet with saliva and grabbed hold of
his dick. He paused for a minute admiring his own strength and the raw
power and incredible size and hardness filling his hand. Saded stayed like
this a minute longer, holding his dick, like a warrior holds his sword.

Pleasure inundated his body as he resumed making love to himself now
stroking his dick. Pulling his foreskin back to reveal his wet head and
then pulling it back up and back down again. With each stroke a wave of
pleasure flooded his body, with each stroke his mind was filled with images
of greatness and glory and with each stroke he came closer and closer to
orgasm. Then suddenly as he was approaching an explosive climax the image
of the city's elder's face came to Saded's mind like a flash of guilt and
shame.  The king's body lost its tension and Saded stopped stroking his
dick.  Although frustrated as any man would be he was relieved the image
had come to his mind. As a newly crowned king Saded was to follow a strict
religious coronation ritual that lasted thirty days and that strictly
forbade him from ejaculating for its duration and being the righteous man
he was Saded decided to follow tradition in place of any fleeting pleasures
he could get from his hand.

The king arose from his bed as any powerful young man would, feeling like
the world was at his feet. Naked still and still sporting a powerful
erection the king stood up and started walking towards the main window in
his bedroom which overlooked the kingdom from the privileged hilltop
setting of his lavish castle. Lost in his thoughts of passion and power he
didn't notice the young man that was calling for him.

My King, said the young voice.

The king was only momentarily surprised by the young man's voice but in a
second, a stream of memories from the previous night that had been almost
lost to his inebriation filled Saded's mind.  There he was, on the floor,
resenting the intense light in the room, the thirteenth of the untouched.
He was a living work of art just like the other twenty nine untouched, his
hair was dark like Saded's but his skin was darker. Only sixteen summers
had set upon this boy making his innocence palpable; smooth skin, innocent
stare and blushed lips. His body was nearing adulthood and six years of
military training had already left its legacy of muscles and strength on
this boy's body but his youth was still boiling inside. He had no body hair
yet and his head was shaven as it was customary for the untouched, and his
eyes were a light shade of green with minute splashes of brown. There he
was, the thirteenth, kneeling on the floor, naked and only a couple of
steps left of Saded. His stare fixed on the kings face.

Saded turned his body to the left where the thirteenth was kneeling looking
up at his face. Neither of them acknowledged the fact that in this position
Saded's still erect penis was only a few inches away from the boy's face.
The boy didn't dare move, instead he stayed in his place with his eyes
fixed on Saded's, and like this he waited for the king's next move. The
king stared right back at him as if this boy held the key to putting
together the scattered memories of the night before. The boy in turn didn't
move but instead became extremely aware of the king's aura. There was a
certain warmth emanating from the king's body, especially from his penis
which was so close to the boys face and still hard as rock, still covered
in veins and now with a drop of pre cum just hanging off the tip refusing
to fall to the ground.  The thirteenth waited in awe of the king's presence
unable to do anything.  He could only stay kneeling down staring into
Saded's eyes while having the king's dick so close to his face he could
smell the combination of sweat and saliva that coated it. Needless to say
the boy's own dick rose to the occasion but stayed hidden between his legs.

It seemed to last an eternity until the king broke the stare with a smile
on his face. He looked up and scanned the room. There lying on the floor
were the naked bodies of many boys who were still deep in sleep. They were
all beautifully bathed by the morning light, some paler, some darker, some
lying on their backs, others on their side, but all of them beautiful and
young. By this point Saded remembered the entire night and an open smile
broke on his face. He then returned his gaze to the thirteenth who had not
for a second stopped staring at the king, held the boys chin with his hand
and directed the boy's face towards his erect penis.  The boy closed his
eyes and pursing his lips kissed the tip of the king's rock hard penis
enjoying for a brief moment the increased warmth and smell coming from it
and thanking the gods for the amazing honour of having the hard softness of
the king's manhood right under his lips. The king then guided him away from
his dick noticing that the drop of pre cum that was on his dick was now
hanging off the lip of the boy. Neither of them were entirely sure of what
was appropriate to do with it according to tradition so neither did
anything, they just smiled briefly at each other and left the pre cum to
dry or fall from the boy's lip as it would. No matter how much the boy was
craving the pre cum's sweet favour he could not brake tradition and lick
his lips so he just left it on his lips enjoying its velvety texture and
its incredible aroma. He was fortunate to have such honour. On the other
hand the king found it secretly amusing and extremely erotic to see this
beautiful young boy holding his pre cum on his lips, so he did nothing to
clean it.

Saded looked around the room again recalling the rituals of the night
before. The blur that had been the celebrations of his crowning were now
vivid images on his mind and he was clearly enjoying reliving them. The
night of Saded's coronation had begun with customary ceremonies were the
king was introduced to his people and before them was crowned king of
Sodom. The ceremonial yet relaxed demeanour of Saded had won the hearts of
the people and now a joyous atmosphere was filling the chambers of his
coronation. There he was the new king of Sodom crowned in all his majesty,
the crowd burst in blissful admiration and Saded returned their gesture
with a broad and genuine smile. But as joyful an occasion as it was, the
coronation was only the opening ceremony to a month worth of rituals that
would culminate in Saded sitting on the throne and taking official rule of
Sodom.

Part 2 will be finished very soon, in the mean time any suggestions,
comments etc please direct to tru_jib@hotmail.com