Date: Mon, 29 Jan 2007 14:04:13 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The Merchant of Venice 21/29 (historical)

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THE MERCHANT OF VENICE Or The Twenty-Four Nights of Lorenzo and Poletto
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2006
written the 17th of June, 1991
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by John

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE MERCHANT OF VENICE" is a gay story, with some parts containing
graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion,
family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better
not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't
care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my
welcomed guest.

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CHAPTER 21
SEVENTEENTH NIGHT
Guest of the pirates

"Master, do you want me to undress you now?"

"Yes, Poletto, it's time to hit the bed. But I want to undress you
myself."

"But you are not my page, master!" the boy said, looking at the man with
an amused smile.

"So what? I like undressing you, it makes me anticipate the pleasure you
will then give me. I like uncovering your beautiful body little by
little. Starting to touch you and see how aroused you become..."

"Well, then do as you please, my dear master. I too like undressing you,
therefore I can understand what you feel. Just, if while I serve you,
you serve me, I don't feel as if I am your page."

"In fact I don't feel I'm making love with a page, but with my beautiful
Polo, a male like me, even though younger, and a really beautiful boy."

Poletto smiled happily. When they both were naked, one in front of the
other, they started to caress each other and went on for a while,
arousing each other. But when it became difficult for both to master
their passion, Lorenzo stopped and, taking the hand of the boy, climbed
with him on the bed.

"It will be better I now resume my narration, my sweet rascal, or
else... you know where we would be getting to... don't you?"

"I would not regret it, master... But your tales are so... so...  They
make me so horny that it would be a pity not to hear them. I don't know
if it is the same for you, but making love after one of your stories,
seems to me even more exciting... Well, then... you had to separate from
the China Emperor's favourite when he had to go back to the capital,
isn't it so?"

"Yes. When the moment came and I had to part from Wang, I was so deeply
infatuated with him that I no longer felt interested in anything and
anybody. Even my slaves, seeing I wasn't calling them to my bed any
more, were worrying for me. My business was going well, mainly thanks to
Prema and Tung'giao's work, but after everything, I was not very
interested in my trade.

Thus, one day, I decided to give up any work and to finally start my
journey back to Venice. As usual, not to carry with me too much gold, I
gave it to a Chinese merchant who gave me a payment letter for his
Indian agent. I had in fact decided to board a Chinese merchant ship
sailing to India, as there were no Chinese merchants having agents in
Europe. In India I would look for an European or Arab ship and would ask
the Indian agent for a payment letter for an European or Arabic merchant
with whom he was in correspondence.

I set Prema and Tung'giao free and gave them my shop with some
merchandise so that they could start their business and earn a living,
and I sold all the other slaves and merchandises.

When a good season came, I sailed taking with me only small luggage
containing mainly personal belongings and souvenirs of which I was
particularly fond.

The voyage was proceeding quietly, with a few stops to get supplies and
for some trade exchanges. At our third stop, a young Syracusan sailor
came on board. The Portuguese ship which he had previously worked was
shipwrecked a few months before and he was one of the few survivors. He
was now trying to go back to his native Sicily. As he had no money, he
had signed on as a ships boy, in exchange for a passage to India.

The boy's name was Alfèo and he wasn't yet nineteen. If I were not still
so much in thrall to my last lover, I would certainly have tried to
conquer his graces. He was in fact a pleasing boy, as tall as me,
slender but sturdy; a heap of dark brown and curly hair was framing a
face that seemed at times mature and at times childish. I cannot say he
was beautiful, but he had sensual lips and bright and lively eyes.

When I saw him working on deck, wearing only short breeches, I couldn't
but admire his smooth skin made golden by the sun, and his muscles tense
in the effort of the work, darting at each of his movements. Or else, in
a few leisure moments, his body languidly relaxing on the deck, on one
of the big hawser coils. I was not sure of it, but he almost certainly
had become the berth-boy of one of the sailors, a powerful Chinese who
was respected and feared by all the crew.

We were already sailing for several days when the vedette yelled the
alarm - a pirate ship was rapidly sailing toward us. Frantic manoeuvring
started and an escape attempt was made, but our merchant ship was slow
while the pirates one was a racing ship, so that we were soon caught and
boarded. The Chinese sailors fought furiously and valliantly but were
soon overcome and got the worst of it. So we fell into the pirates
hands.

The few survivors and all the merchandise and lugagge were moved on the
pirates ship, the Chinese ship was set on fire and soon disappeared in
the waves. We were closed in the hold, chained to a bar keel. Not far
from me I also saw  Alfèo, chained and I instinctively felt glad he
still was alive and all of a piece.

After three days at sea, we moored at an island and disembarked. It was
a kind of natural port, but all around no houses or other buildings
could  be seen but just a luxuriant forest and a clear and rushing
stream ending with a low waterfall into the sea. They loaded us up with
the merchandise and all the booty and, tied in a row, we were guided
into the forest along a barely visible path. After we passed through an
endless labyrinth and climbed the slope of a hill, we reached a kind of
small plateau bordered on three sides by tall and steep cliffs raising
almost vertically.

These cliffs all had  sets of holes, like the mouths of caves, closed by
wooden walls with windows and doors, and connected by long and narrow
wobbly balconies. Rope or rung ladders and lianes connected the
different levels of that vertical village. On the taller cliff I counted
about ten floors!

At our arrival, the scaffolds of that curious front became animated by
dozens of figures that welcomed our arrival with loud yells of joy.
Soon, several of the inhabitants swarmed down and, while we prisoners
were put inside one of the caves at the level of the plateau and tied to
some poles, outside they were starting to open the merchandise bales and
separating the items by kind and value, to do the sharing of the booty
later.

The only thing I regretted was that my precious souvenirs would also
have been shared amongst those men, so I would irremediably lose them.
About us, I knew that we would be kept as slaves of the pirates, or we
would be sold at a slave market. I remember that I resignedly thought
that, after having owned so many slaves, I would myself experience a
slave's life. I only hoped to find a gentle and generous master, as I
always had tried to be with my own slaves.

We were in that cave for less than half a day, when an Annamite pirate
came who ordered us all to stand up.

"Ibura-khan is coming, he is our chief and he will decide which of you
we have to sell and which we will keep to serve us. Hurry up, stand up
and when he enters, bow to him!" he said in a language that was a mix of
Chinese, Indian, Arabic and I don't know what else, but all in all, that
was understandable enough for me.

We stood up and when that Ibura-khan entered, we all bowed. He was not
an imposing figure, but slender and tall. As I saw him against the
light, I could not clearly make out his features, but he was wearing
wide breeches made of precious and soft cloth, tied at his ankles; he
had at his sides two scimitars and a dagger, was wearing numerous gold
armbands, a precious turban and under a kind of small opened waistcoat
he was bare-chest.

I looked at the people following him and noticed that they were all a
collection of men of different lands and peoples, each dressed in his
own fashion, somewhat as I already had noticed amongst the pirates on
the ship. But these were wearing clothes made of more precious materials
- they had to be the chieftains of that mixed and numerous pirates
community.

I was just observing them when the great chief stopped in front of me
and all of  sudden I heard his voice, strong and clear.

"But you... you are Lorenzo!"

I looked at him and great was my surprise when I recognized him as
Ibrahim!

He noticed my astonishment and laughed, then said to the others, "This
man is mine, I take him. Untie him and accompany him to my lodgings."
Then, addressing to me, said, "In a while we can talk and I will explain
to you... but you are now in safe hands, Lorenzo, you have to fear
nothing."

So I was untied and escorted outside by two of the pirates. One
preceeded me showing me the way and the other followed me. We started to
clamber up that complex system of ladders and balconies, passing from
one level to the one above, until we reached one of the highest points
of the left cliff. Here I was introduced into one of the dens.

As soon as I was inside I was hit by the luxury with which the place was
furnished; it seemed almost the room of a Raja. On a side, on a heap of
cushions was sitting a man who soon stood up and turned to look at me.
We immediately recognized each other - he was the wonderful Hammira.
Dismissing the two pirates with a simple hand gesture, he came towards
me.

Amazed, he asked, "Lorenzo, you here?"

"I was caught as a slave by the pirates. But you, rather, and Ibrahim...
I didn't expect to find you here!"

Then Hammira told me their story.

After I freed Ibrahim and gave them something to start their business,
they gradually moved from town to town, moving away from Haamira's
father's territory. Business was doing well and soon they started to
become wealthy, not overmuch but enough to be able to lead a comfortable
life.

When they reached Bombay port, they decided to embark all their
merchandise on a ship to try their luck in China. But during the voyage,
their ship was also attacked by the Annamite pirates, the same as those
who attacked us, who were at that time led by a certain Tenchar-khan.

They were taken prisoneer and when the booty was shared, Tenchar-khan
decided to take Hammira as his personal slave, with the clear intent of
using him for his sexual pleasure. Then Ibrahim rebelled with such a
violence that four men had to immobilise him. Hammira already feared
they would kill him, but Tenchar-khan was impressed by Ibrahim's
strength and determination, therefore decided to kill him in a duel to
the death, whose stake was Hammira.

Notwithstanding his lover's prayers, Ibrahim accepted. Tenchar-khan was
big and large, an imposing heap of muscles. Moreover they gave just a
dagger to Ibraahim, while Tenchar had his two sabres and a dagger. The
duel was clearly unequal and was just a way to kill Ibrahim after some
amusement.

But the struggle was not short. Ibrahim managed to clamber up the system
of balconies and ladders, and Tenchar ran after him. Ibrahim already had
several wounds and was losing blood and gradually weakening. What had
saved him up until then was only his great nimbleness and the fact that
Tenchar's movements were limited by the scaffolding. Something whose
importance nobody had understood, neither Hammira nor the pirates and
even less Tenchar, was that gradually Ibrahim was going up from one
balcony to another, apparently in an attempt to escape his adversary.

When they were on the highest balcony, the one of the chief lodgings,
Ibrahim made so that he was at the end of the swaying balcony, his back
towards the precipice. Tenchar-khan landed on him a heavy lunge with his
sabre and Ibrahim let himself fall down.

He had calculated everything perfectly - falling from the balcony he
held tight to the edge, hanging down, but his adversary, propelled by
the energy of his lunge but not meeting Ibrahim's body to absorb the
powerful thrust, lost his balance and flew out of the balcony falling
headlong, hurtling down and was smashed on the plateau.

Then Ibrahim hoisted himself back onto  the balcony and yelled out his
victory. The pirates, from the plateau, not only approved him but some
of them started to acclaim him as their new chief and soon everybody
accepted him as such. This was in fact the custom amongst the pirates -
the man who beat their chief in a duel and killed him, became their new
chief.

Hammira had just finished telling me these facts, when Ibrahim came and
immediately embraced me.

"Lorenzo, how happy I am to see you again! And I am grateful to Allah
who is allowing me to repay you for what you did for us! You gave me
freedom and allowed me to live with Hammira, whose life you saved, and
now it is for me to give you back your freedom. You must also describe
all your belongings to me and I will immediately have them brought back
to you. I also want you to choose what you want from the booty we
caught, and you take it as my personal gift. And last, if you wanted to
stop here with us, you would be welcome but if, as I guess, you would
rather leave, just tell me where you want to go and I will take you
there."

"Thanks a lot, Ibrahim. You really are a good friend; I am so lucky I
was caught by your men."

I explained him how to recognize my belongings so that he could give
them back to me, then said, "About the gift you want me to choose in the
booty, I already know what to ask you for - it is a young sailor called
Alfèo. Give him to me, please, I would like taking him away with me."

Ibrahim smiled cunnigly, "Is he your lover?"

"No, I never had any physical intercourse with him."

"Then, do you want to make of him your lover..."

"No, even though I don't at all dislike his type. But I don't want any
lover..."

"I can't understand. Why do you say you don't want any lover, you who
always enjoyed making love so much; and then... why do you want him?"

I told him about my short but wonderful realtionship with Wang, then
what I knew about that sailor, and concluded, "I simply like Alfèo and I
want him to have back his freedom... does this seem so weird to you?"

"Well, as I know you, of course it doesn't. This Alfèo will be yours,
you can count on that."

I told the two friends all that happened to me after we separated, and
told them that now I only wanted to go back to my land, open a warehouse
and live in peace amongst my people.

Ibrahim promised me he would take me to an Indian port where I could
change my letter of credit, and find a ship sailing to Europe. But he
asked me, as a personal kindness, to stay at least one month on the
island as his guest. I willingly accepted. Then Ibrahim went out and,
being again alone with his Hammira, we chatted. After a short time
Ibrahim came again, with Alfèo at his side.

"Here, this is the boy you asked for. I give him to you; he is now
yours; you can do him anything you want with him. My men have been
warned and none of them will dare to touch you, not even with just a
finger. For as long as you stay here, you two will be my guests - I'll
have a part of my cave prepared for you, and soon all your belongings
will be returned to you too."

So, we spent a little more than one month with Ibrahim and his men.

When we were first alone, I promised Alfèo that I would take him back to
his island, amongst his people, and that once there, he would be free
again.

He then asked me, "Why are you doing this for me? We almost don't know
each other, and yet... What are you expecting in exchange?"

"Nothing. I just noticed you on the ship and felt a liking for you. I
didn't like the thought you would become the pastime of all the
bachelors of this island who, for what I have seen, are the big
majority..."

"You mean that you asked for me, in exchange, to become your private
pastime?"

"No, I don't even think about it."

"I see. So then you are not a boy's or men's lover... I misjudged you."

"Why did you think I was a man lover?"

"Well... the way you look at males. I like only males and therefore,
usually, I'm able to single out those like me."

"No, you didn't misjudge me, I do love men too, and very much, and
exclusively."

"Ah, then I'm simply not your type..."

"On the contrary, I think you are very attractive." I told him and
explained him the reason why I didn't want a lover.

He listened, nodding, and finally said, "Well, I regret it a little. On
the ship I too had noticed you and if Li-Cheng, peace be to his soul,
was not so terribly jealous, I would have willingly tried to proposition
you. But I understand, it means that we will just be good friends... if
you accept to be friends with a simple ships boy."

Thus, even though we shared the same pallet, nothing happened between
us. At times I also embraced him, as I felt a great tenderness for him.
And although he already was eighteen he was, in several aspects, still a
boy, though not physically, as he was rather well developed and had a
very sensuous body.

We spent that month as Hammira and Ibrahim's guests, then, as he had
promised us, he took us to Bombay port. Before parting from us, he gave
us a farewell gift too. He gave me a splendid large black pearl of a
size such as I never seen before, and to Alfèo he gave a very beautiful
Malay dagger with a finely chiseled gold hilt and sheath. The boy was
surprised at that unexpected gift, and Ibrahim explained to him that
"Lorenzo's friends are also my friends!"

In Bombay, I found the agent of my Chinese merchant friend, and he
changed my letter of credit with one of the same value for an Arabic
merchant living in Alexandria in Egypt. The first ship going to Egypt
would leave the port about ten days later, therefore while awaiting the
embarkation I decided to stay with Alfèo in the inn of a Persian man.

Alfèo proved himself a really agreable companion during that time
waiting, and I was becoming more and more fond of him. The boy, in spite
of his promise on the pirates' island, had started to court me, although
in a very discreet way. He wanted to make love with me and decided he
had to succeed in conquering me. He was shrewed; in fact he clearly
undestood that if he courted me in a cheeky, explicit way, I would
decline to budge from my standpoint and refuse him.

Thus, I gradually came to feel his closeness, and being and talking with
him, more and more agreable. He also put into action all the subtle
wiles of fascination and of seduction, from his way of dressing, smiling
at me, moving on to the fact of showing me, even though hastily and in
an apparently casual way, his shapely nakedness.

He was heedful about any desires I could have and also anticipated them
with solicitude - he was helpful without servility. He carefully weaved
around me an invisible cobweb where I felt like the most inexperienced
of men. When the embarkement day came, I already was done to a turn and
a small final push would have been enough to make me capitulate.

On the ship, for a price, I managed to have a kind of private cabin. It
was really only a part of the quarters divided by the rest by a tall
pile of cases and by two heavy curtains skillfully hung. In fact it was
a merchant ship, not a passenger one. But in that part of the quarters
we could enjoy of a good isolation from the rest of the lodgings, and
not only visual, but also because the nearest berth was far enough from
there. Moreover the curtains were made so that from the inside, with a
set of proper strings they could be easily blocked so that nobody could
unexpectedly open them.

Already on the first night on board, Alfèo, while as usual we were
talking waiting to fall asleep, told me, "That's weird, in the port
there was an incredible sultriness, while here it is almost chilly."

"Come nearer, we'll warm each other. But what sort of sailor are you!
You ought to know that at night, on the sea, it is cold at times! We are
possibly just crossing a cold stream..."

He moved against me, "I really feel good near to you, do you know?"

"I feel nice too." I answered without the least suspicion.

He curled himself against me. Silence fell and I, without being aware,
slipped into sleep. He, on the contrary, who was just waiting for this,
moved nearer and started to push his erection against me, lightly
caressing me between my legs, until he also caused an erection in me.

When from the rythm of my breath he understood I was near to awakening,
he hurriedly took his hand away and pretended to be asleep. I awakened
and was at once conscious of both his erection and mine. Slightly
embarassed I tried to move away but Alfèo, with a kind of deep sigh,
pushed more against me. Fearing to awake him, as in fact I thought he
was sleeping, I remained still. But I could feel his member throbbing
against me and mine showed no signs to calm down... Then he turned away
and inside me I made a sigh of relief  and quietly fell asleep again.

This game went on, and not just for several nights, but even many times
each night, and each time it was more and more difficult for me resist
to the temptation to touch him, to enjoy that fresh and sweet boy who
was almost in my arms, and who, I knew, loved sex with men.

He later explained his trick to me, but in those days I fell because I
was like a ripe fruit. Already on the fourth night, in fact, I stretched
out my hand and caressed, softly, but for a long time, his strong and
good erection, through his breeches. He continued pretending to be
asleep.

The night after, my caresses became some more daring and my hand slipped
under his breeches to directly feel the warmth of his erection. And the
night after I was already caressing his body and genitals and was about
to go further when he, to moaning and pretending to move in his sleep,
turned away from me.

But at tht point I was fully aware I desired him and decided to
surrender.

Thus, the day after, when we hit the pallet, as soon as we laid down, I
hesitantly said him, "Alfèo, why not to undress totally? I like feeling
the warmth of your body against mine..."

"But doing so, it would become difficult for me resist the temptation to
caress you, to do something with you..." he objected.

I hesitated some more, then said, almost in a sigh, "I think that...
that I would be happy if you did it. I desire you, Alfèo. Do you want to
make love with me?"

"You know that I'd like it very much, don't you?"

"Then let's undress, my boy. I really want to make love with you, I like
you, I desire you."

Of course the young sailor didn't need to be told twice. We undressed
and at once embraced very strongly. I kissed him and he
enthousiastically reciprocated. We were at once aroused and he started
to brush his fresh and strong body against mine, with such passion that
soon I lost any remaining reluctance and caressed him, held him tight
against me, kissed him with growing transport.

He then bent low on my body and seized my shuddering meat pole with his
mouth, making me toss with pleasure and moan softly. While I was groping
all over his body, he made me properly excited and when he saw that my
rod was fully erect and hard, he straddled my waist, moistened his hole
with saliva and impaled himself on it with determination.

When he felt it was all inside, he started springing up and down in a
rythm and I was so much in ecstasy that I matched each of his descents
with strong upward pushes of my pelvis to meet him. After having denied
to myself for any sexual intercourse for so long, I really needed what
was finally happening.

His hands, meanwhile, were delightfully tormenting my chest increasing
my pleasure strongly. It was a curios feeling - even though it was me
penetrating him, I was feeling like being in his possession and that was
a wonderful sensation. It was like being in a green and boundless
prairie, and riding towards the sun about to rise and which after a
short while exploded in all its splendour in the moment when, at the top
of the pleasure and of the tension, seizing him at the waist, I pulled
him down on me and flooded his love channel with all my incandescent
seed.

Alfèo was panting slightly and I was shaked by pleasure tremors. The boy
had been able to fully awake in me the exceptional force of nature that
I believed to be drowsy, and I felt grateful to him. Grateful and happy.
He too had sprinkled my belly and chest with his seed, in abundant jets.
Finally he let himself come down onto my chest and I embraced him
tightly and again kissed him, deeply, in his mouth.

"Did you like it, Alfèo?"

"Are you asking me? But now, will you make love with me without
problems, for the rest of our travel?"

"You can swear on it, my little one. I like you very much."

"I too like you a lot, my big one. You are fantastic." Thus, as I ceased
my initial self-restraint, we united in joyous intercourse night after
night for the rest of  the time of our travel."

"I like this Alfèo, master. He succeeded in conquering you. I'll have to
do the same, while you are asleep."

"But you, Poletto, already conquered me, you don't need such expedients.
I would never be able to say no to you, you know this."

"But at times you leave me alone..."

"Only because of work problems, you know that. And the periods of our
separation are also heavy for me."

"I would like it if I could work with you, master, at least I could go
with you when you have to travel..."

"That could be a good idea. Starting from tomorrow, you will come with
me at the warehouse and I will start to teach you the work of trading.
Are you happy?"

"Do you really mean it? I am more than happy, dear master!"

"So I am, my boy. So then, now, to celebrate this decision, why don't we
make love?"

Poletto pulled Lorenzo on top of him and started to caress his back and
butt while the man brushed against him making him feel his powerful
erection and caressing his sides. The boy spread his legs offering
himself to Lorenzo who straightaway slipped his turgid rod between his
thighs and aimed at his palpitating hole.

"If I take you now, Poletto, afterwards will you take me?"

"Yes, of course. But now push it all inside me. I like feeling invaded
by your beautiful, hot and hard tool, I love being filled by your
beautiful, strong and sweet rod. I like when you shove it inside me,
because it makes me feel totally yours."

"Poletto?"

"Yes?"

"It doesn't hurt you any more, does it?"

"No, not even a little bit, on the contrary... Why are you asking me?"

"Because you are still so tight..."

"And does this bother you?"

"No, on the contrary, I like it. Spread  your legs well, I want to push
it deeper, I want to make it enter you totally."

"Oh yes, dear master. And kiss me please while you fuck me. Push all
your tongue inside my mouth, so that I would get the feeling you are
fucking me both ends at once."

"You really are insatiable, my beautiful little male!"

"I will never be sated of you. Take me... so... oh... so, it's great..."
Poletto moaned but couldn't add any more words, because Lorenzo started
to kiss him in the mouth with burning passion, while he was hammering
his ass with excited energy.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 22

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