Date: Fri, 16 Jan 2004 08:36:38 -0700
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "The Chosen One From Nongkhai. Conclusion: Part 8 Ylang Ylang" (m/b)

                    Part Eight: Ylang Ylang

So the final day arrived. Just as a man anticipates his ejaculation with
mixed emotion, on the one hand desiring it and the immense joy that
accompanies it more than any other desire known to man, and on the other,
dreading it because it means the completion of the act and the end of his
pleasure, so did Lord Phanomyong view the end of the day. He had chosen to
spend the day alone. After the physical and mental rigours he had been
through, he wanted a day to himself, a day to relax and not worry about
anything. He had lain in bed most of the morning, and then in the afternoon
had taken a leisurely stroll in his private garden. Much of the day had
been spent deep in thought and those who saw him were later to remark how
seriously their Lord took his meditation, and how concerned he was about
the people of the Land of the Tiger Eye. They did not know that he had but
one individual on his mind, and that was not one who had any legal status
as a person, for upon his choosing he had become a nameless chattel of the
Favourite Son of the Great God Xiu. Not even his First Minister nor his
personal attendant knew that Lord Boroma Phanomyong, Favoured Son of the
Great God Xiu, Fierce Tiger of the Jungle, Defender of the People, and
Master Over all That Is, Was, and Will Be had chosen to be alone because he
could think of nothing else but that special boy from Nongkhai.

To mark the significance of this dreaded and yet most desired of all
occasions, and to provide the Chosen One a special treat for the many
pleasures he had brought in the past, besides to cheer himself up knowing
this was the last of the boy's oils and the last day of a most remarkable
and unexpected experience, he ordered a special meal be prepared for the
two of them. They began with spicy deep-fried crab rolls in a thin wonton
wrapper, followed by a sweet noodle and vegetable soup consisting of long,
thin, ribbon-like noodles made of ground mung beans, tiger lily buds, wild
onions, snow peas, and crispy egg threads. For the main course there were
three dishes, a large clay pot of turmeric-yellow chicken curry in a spice
laden sauce containing licorice, garlic, and pepper; a hot red curry with
red chilies and eel; and a large platter of fish dumplings in a peanut
sauce. For dessert they concluded with a plate of freshly picked
strawberries and sliced honeydew melon and rice pudding with fresh milk and
a sprinkling of cinnamon.

Following their meal, they retired immediately to the bedchamber, Lord
Phanomyong being eager to see this most blessed and most cursed day come to
a close. He disrobed and once again lay on his back and allowed his wrists
and ankles to be tied to the bed posts with silk scarves just as that first
night. The Chosen One also removed his fine clothing, folding each item
neatly and stacking them on the footstool as he'd been instructed. This
night, as though knowing it was special, he added his thong to the neat
pile of silk clothing before taking out his last earthenware jar. When he
opened it, the unmistakable delicate floral fragrance of ylang ylang filled
the air.  Pale yellow, intensely exotic and creamy, he applied the oil to
his palms, and then began to massage his Lord's chest. The mild fragrance
of the oil, combined with the fresh, clean fragrance of the boy, soon had
Lord Phanomyong fully aroused although the boy had only begun his massage
and the first of the eight vials of the Sands of Delight had not yet
drained.

Seeing his Lord's erect member, the boy toyed with it, pushing it down
between his legs and allowing it to spring back up, pressing it against his
wide belly and rubbing the knob against its broad expanse, and just sitting
with his legs crossed and watching the one-eyed snake jerk in the air
impatiently. He drew the skin back with his thumb and first finger, and let
it creep back up over the plum. Over and over he pulled the skin back and
released it, and gradually his Lord's cock grew still thicker and the skin
became taut.

The boy poured oil on his finger tips and caressed his Lord's egg sack,
gently caressing those sensitive eggs contained within with his left hand
while his right just barely touched and gently caressed the opening of his
Lord's swollen member. The Fierce Tiger of the Jungle inhaled deeply with
his growing arousal and his snake jerked excitedly, impatient for the boy
to grasp it in his hot little hand and begin massaging it. The boy instead
sat there and teased its quivering opening and caressed the eggs below it,
but not once did he grasp it by the base nor caress the sensitive ridge of
its head. Then just as his master felt his pre-cum about to ooze out, the
boy sat back and waited as his Lord's cock wagged in the air angrily.

Once his master's monster stopped waving in the air, he reached over and
lightly wrapping his fingers about the thick beast just above its eggs, he
ever so slowly drew his fist up to just below the sensitive skin below the
beast's head and then he slid his fingers down again, just barely making
contact with the skin. He paused frequently so that an entire vial drained
before he sensed that his Lord was about to ejaculate and he withdrew his
fingers.

The third time he played only with his Lord's spongy plum, gently running
his generously oiled finger over its surface, and once again stopping just
as his Lord was on the verge of producing his first droplet of
pre-cum. Each time the boy resumed teasing his master's irritated organ his
master's desire became more intense than the previous time and the longer
he had to wait before resuming. This time the boy waited until the thick,
throbbing cock almost went limp before reaching out and wrapping his hand
about it.

By this time he had so primed the thick organ that the mere touch of his
hot, little hand caused the irritated member to begin leaking. Instead of
ignoring his master's pre-cum as he had in the past, when the first clear
droplet oozed out of his Lord's sensitive slit, he wiped off the tip of his
finger on the bed sheet and then flicked the clear droplet off his master's
throbbing pillar.  Glancing over at his Lord as he extended his tongue, he
dabbed the tip with the exotic nectar from his Lord's loins and gave his
Lord a sensuous smile. Lust smoldered in his deep chocolate brown eyes,
causing his master to produce a second droplet, which the boy once again
flicked up with his first finger. Looking directly in his master's eyes, he
licked off his finger tip.

Enjoying himself now, he gently ran his finger along the ridge of his
master's knob, causing a generous dollop of pre-cum to ooze out of the
aroused fountain. Gathering it on the tip of his finger, he painted his
smooth lips with his master's nectar and then licked them as he looked down
at his Lord with his sensuous, chocolate brown eyes, causing the Favourite
Son of the Great God Xiu to thrust up his hips and his cock to jerk about
wildly as he strained to ejaculate.  Unable to do so, his member wagged
furiously, scolding the impertinent boy for his lack of consideration.

Flicking up his master's pre-cum for the fourth time, the naked boy slid up
along the bed, and with his eyes smoldering with lust, he bent over and
painted his Lord's lips with his own sweet nectar. Returning to the fount
of that nectar, the boy wrapped his fingers about it more firmly and began
to pump his fist up and down its length in earnest. More pre-cum oozed out
as Lord Phanomyong's cock throbbed hotly in the boy's hand and ripples of
pleasure flowed from his Sen to all parts of his body. After the previous
foreplay it only took a dozen strokes for the tension to build up in his
loins and he groaned and twisted with that pleasure that only men can know.

Closer and closer he came to that peak and with the taste of his own nectar
on his lips, the warrior-lord was brought to his first dry climax. He threw
back his head and groaned and gasped with the ecstasy exploding in his
loins. He sucked in the fragrant floral scent of the ylang ylang and his
chest swelled and collapsed as that painful pleasure swept through his
mind. As he began to recover, he glanced over at the naked boy. He too was
breathing deeply from the exertion of arousing his master, and from his own
arousal. His tiny worm, the length and thickness of his master's large toe,
was curved up along his naked pubes, the tight skin still pulled over his
dark plum so that only the very tip was visible. How Lord Phanomyong longed
to reach over and grasp it between his thumb and large fat fingers.

Having barely recovered, he was delighted to feel the boy's small hand wrap
about his organ and begin pumping it again, bringing him back to that
exquisite peak only to once again jab his finger at the base of his
throbbing cock where it joined his eggs and cutting off his ejaculation for
a second time. He cried out with the multiple spasms of arousal pulsating
through his irritated flesh and through his mind, and he panted and gasped
for breath as his heart pounded in his chest.

The boy was panting with exertion and arousal also, and his little stiff
cocklet jerked and ached with an itch that demanded its share of attention,
but the boy knew he dare not touch himself in the presence of his Lord. So
he lay down on his side beside his master and propped himself up on his
right elbow to look down into his Lord's face with lust-filled eyes. His
sweet boy breath blew in the warrior-lord's mouth as his lips hovered but
never touched his Lord's and the two inhaled and exhaled each other's
breath until at long last they began to breathe regularly.

The boy once again sat up, and sitting back on his heels beside his Lord,
he reached once again for that pillar of pleasure. He stared at it with
full concentration as he slowly pushed the tight foreskin up over the ripe
plum, and then slowly drew the skin back down until it was fully
exposed. With each stroke the warrior-lord quivered with delight, his body
totally under the control of the slender boy with skin the colour of
butterscotch and eyes the shape of almonds. He groaned and he sighed with
the immense pleasure throbbing through his irritated organ as the seventh
vial began to drain.

He approached his third orgasm with eager anticipation, the tension in his
loins and his need to ejaculate doubling with each stroke of his throbbing
shaft. Closer and closer he approached that peak of ecstasy where his hot,
throbbing cock went numb and moments later that hollow ache up the core of
his member announced the imminent release of his seed. He inhaled and
exhaled with long, deep breaths as his massive body tensed for that moment
when the Chosen One would jab his hard, pointed finger under his nut sack
and cut off his release. This time the boy did not.

At first his mind did not believe it, and then with a yell of delight like
a maiden being pierced by a man's pleasure pole for the first time, he
thrust his hips upward as he felt his pomegranates contract and a sharp
twang deep in his groin finally announce the release of his seed. It gushed
up the core of his member with a sharp, burning pleasure, hot white lava
rising up the narrow core of a throbbing volcano. With his hips still
thrust in the air, he inhaled with a loud gasp of pleasure as his seed shot
into the air and fell back down to flow hotly over his swollen plum like a
thick cream sauce, collecting in the rim formed by his foreskin and the
young boy's fist, and overflowing over the back of the boy's small hand and
on down to form pearly ribbons over his tight, swollen nut sack.

The aroma of roasted chestnuts blended in with the delicate floral
fragrance and then overpowered it. He sucked in the fragrant air,
delighting in the aroma of his fresh seed as he at last lowered his
hips. His cock throbbed with hot delight, continuing to pump out the seed
that his pomegranates had been forced to hold back for so long, and he
quivered and sighed with the greatest pleasure he had ever known.

The boy waited until his master's violent climax subsided, and then he
slowly and gently began to milk out the remaining cum, giving his Lord
still further pleasure as he squeezed and tugged on the thick, now
pleasantly throbbing organ. He ran his tongue between his dry lips as he
sat there cross-legged and watched the hot, sticky cream flow out of his
master's cock and down over his thumb and fingers with each upward
stroke. When at last he could milk out no more, he released his Lord's
thick snake and his hand dropped to his lap. His little reed was still
erect, the result of sharing in his Lord's violent ejaculation, and the
second the boy slipped his hot fingers slick with his master's warm, sticky
cream about his slender, stiff reed and squeezed it, the boy trembled
uncontrollably with the exquisite joy of the most powerful dry climax of
his young life.

Much later, after they had both recovered, the boy untied his master and
then lay down beside him. The two inhaled the blended fragrance of fresh
seed and ylang ylang and closed their eyes with pleasure. The boy's small,
naked body pressed up against the solid bulk of his Lord, and his master
slipped a large arm about the slight boy and drew him close. The boy
marvelled at the wondrous cream his Lord had shot from his staff, and at
the mysterious pleasure that had erupted from his own loins and had caused
him to tremble like an aspen leaf and his head to spin dizzily like he had
twirled his body until he could no longer stand. The warrior-lord too
marvelled at a climax like he had never before experienced, but with his
awe at its power and immense pleasure, and with his profound joy at having
experienced such ecstasy, was a dark shadow of sadness.

"So," he said at long last and with a deep sigh, "though I am saddened that
the pleasures of your Nuad Bo-Rarn have come to an end, this evening was a
fit crowning of your accomplishment and proof of your exquisite skill."

"Come to an end my Lord?" the boy asked, raising himself on his elbow and
looking into his Lord's eyes with surprise and great concern. "Did I not
please my Lord more than any other night?"

"Yes, you did," Lord Phanomyong said with a smile. "But I know that this
night you have used the last of your oils."

"I have, my Lord," the boy admitted, "but this was not the last of the
pleasures that I can bring you."

"Oh?" Lord Phanomyong responded in surprise. "How can that possibly be?"

"Why, my Lord, we have only begun," the boy replied. "We have but
experienced my oils and massages one at a time. We have yet to combine
them. If the essence of one oil brought my Lord pleasure, would not the
essence of two together double that pleasure? And, my Lord, after we have
tried all combinations of two, then why not three, and then four?"

Lord Phanomyong quickly calculated the number of possible combinations of
the six oils. Fifty- seven. Could it be that they could have fifty-seven
more days of pleasure, each one more intense than the next? That was
impossible, but then had he been told of the wondrous evenings he would
spend with this young boy from Nongkhai two cycles of the moon past he
would have declared such a thing impossible also.

"And when we have exhausted my simple supply of six oils, the brother of my
mother knows the use of many more oils, for this is but one of six baskets
he intended on teaching me. Before you arrived at our village, he had
spoken to me of learning the joys of the essence of nutmeg, myrrh, coconut
oil, the woody balm of sandalwood, the aromatic sweet fragrance of
rosemary, and the musky, earthy oil from the angelica root which he said
would fill the holiest monk with lust undescribable."

Six times six oils? The number of combinations was beyond even Lord
Phanomyong's quick mind.

"Besides, my Lord, in seeking to please my master, I have pumped out my
master's seed only once this night. I am sure someone with the strength and
virility of my Lord can come tenfold as many times in one evening."

Lord Phanomyong snorted with merriment at the fanciful idea and the boy's
optimism. Ten times in one night? Even the most desirable of his concubines
had not been able to achieve half that. Of course, none of his concubines
nor any of the predecessors of the Chosen One had managed to do what this
one had done this night. He laughed. Ten times in one night? Why not? If
anyone could bring him such pleasure, this slender boy with almond-shaped
eyes and smooth skin the colour of butterscotch could, and he would with
agonizing slowness and after how many dry climaxes?  Just the thought sent
a shiver up the spine of the Fierce Tiger of the Jungle, a shiver of both
delight and apprehension.

"And, my Lord," the boy said, drawing close so his face was a finger's
breadth away from his Lord's and whispering softy, "there are other parts
of a boy's body that can bring his master pleasure besides his fingers."

He said it with wide eyes and all the sincerity and solemnity of a boy
sharing a great secret, for, for him, it was a great secret. Lord
Phanomyong laughed with the boy's seriousness, and with the thought of
those delights that awaited him, and his immense belly jiggled as he
wrapped a large arm about the boy and drew him to his naked bosom. The boy
laughed with him, his high alto blending with the deep bass of his
Lord. Over and over they laughed with pure joy and thoughts of the days to
come.

The guard standing outside the bedchamber of the Favourite Son of the Great
God Xiu was perplexed. He had heard many sounds emanating from the other
side of the ornate sliding partition to his Lord's private chamber, from
cries of sheer ecstasy to cries of pain and dismay and shouts of anger, but
never in all the years he had been assigned to stand guard outside the
Lord's private bedchamber, had he heard such laughter.

                            Epilogue

The brother of the mother of the Chosen One was sent for the next morning,
and told to bring his collection of oils with him. He was established in
his own small cottage away from the other commoners who tended the grounds
and the buildings on the royal estate.  There the Chosen One spent his
mornings learning the little known version of Nuad Bo-Rarn as taught by the
Wat Pho in Settakorn, and his nights he spent with Lord Phanomyong
practising what he had been taught.

Each year the royal collectors from Chiangmai, in their yellow robes and
with their knotted counting cords, travelled across the land and collected
the tithe of grain, coin, livestock, silk, or whatever else the village was
most noted for in payment for services from their noble and benevolent
Lord, Lord Boroma Phanomyong, Favoured Son of the Great God Xiu, Fierce
Tiger of the Jungle, Defender of the People, and Master Over all That Is,
Was and Will Be. Lord Phanomyong, however, no longer ventured out to
collect the second tithe.

The Sands of Delight flowed many thousands of times, and at long last, the
warrior-lord, in the twenty-seventh year of his reign, joined his noble
ancestors. His son by his wife, the eldest of six by her and one of
thirty-two sons sired by the Favourite Son of the Great God Xiu, became the
new Lord of the Land of the Tiger Eye. The new Lord was as powerful as his
sire and protected and cared for his people, but his nighttime pleasures
were not the same as his sire's. Over time the Selection of the Chosen One
became one of the many legends told by grandfathers around the evening
fire, a custom never again to be practised in the Land of the Tiger Eye.

It is said that the Chosen One was sent back to the village where he'd been
born, and which had prospered greatly for their gift to their Lord, and
there he was known once again as Luan Ramayana, and there he lived with his
mother and father and helped them in the rice paddies. At some time later,
the date lost in the mists of time, it is said he established the Wat Pho
of Nongkhai where he became known as Master Kh...a and where he spent his
remaining days in contemplation and study, and his evenings teaching the
very best of the young novices the mysterious version of Nuad Bo-Rarn that
he had learned from his mother's brother, a skill that is still taught to a
chosen few each year in the Land of the Tiger Eye even to this day.

Thus endeth the ancient tale of The Chosen One From Nongkhai.