Amir's Evening

It is a game of winning or losing, young amir must watch the dance of his dancer without exposing a sexual interest for it. This is the rule of the game. Amir must lay fully naked with his legs spread apart, so that his manhood could be seen, and this is how he must watch the dancer. If he can hold himself, he wins and can do whatever he wants with the dancer and his body, and there are oh so many options... but if he loses, the dancer will have complete freedom over amir himself. Fair and square. Amir might be the ruler and the dancer just a servant, but the law is the law and it's been like this for countless decades...

The dance begins, as always very slowly just to get in the mood. There's no rush, at first just a little bit of teasing and stripping, and once the dancer is fully naked, the real show begins. His goal in this game is clear but he's not in a hurry to win, first he wants to let his beloved amir take as much pleasure as possible from the play itself.

But amir will not easily lose in this game, he is too sophisticated to be aroused by simple things that he sees every day and knows by heart already. But this dancer is good, such flexible and sensual poses... amir licks his lips, trying hard to not get hard while watching what this dancer can do with his body, the body that has been trained since the month he was born, or so they say.

In this dance shown to amir, no muscle is left unused, no limb is left unstretched. But amir himself is pretty fit and flexible, he takes his leg and puts it behind his own neck, grinning at the dancer. The dancer smiles in return and suddenly winks at amir and comes up with a whole new trick. The rule of no arousal is only for the watcher and not the performer, and the dancer has already been hard almost since the beginning, spicing up every posture with the look of his thick 12 inch long erection. For the new trick he bends down and swallows the entire 12 inches, the balls are also sucked in, the meat slowly disappears behind his lips and then re-appears with a deep smacking sound, all covered with shiny saliva, and then immediately goes back into the willing throat at full length, until the dancer's lips grasp the very root of the shaft...

It's difficult to beat amir in this game but after this much teasing he cannot fight any longer, so overwhelmed by lust. Amir begins to realize he doesn't stand a chance against this dancer, but such is the learning curve for the ruler of the amirate. Even the highest royalty must learn the philosophy of submission, not through plain torture but through a fair game. He must get to know and remember well what it is like to lose...

Amir gets one hell of an erection, its veins are almost blue of the tension and the head is like a fresh plum, and that means the dancer comes in full power for this evening. He stands proudly over the laying prince, smirking, wondering what he should do with this defeated teenager's body. For this evening only, the dancer gets higher in the rank than even amir himself and everybody knows it. So many things he wants to try for his reward but almost all of them might be a bit too extreme for the not-so-trained amir... Finally, the dancer claps his hands and orders to bring two hookahs, a syringe, mead and some toys. At least they need to start with something... and maybe later in the evening... who knows?

The syringe filled with mead penetrates amir's nipples. Sweet pain fills amir's pecks as they absorb a great amount of the nectar until he grows a couple of beautiful, smooth, youthful breasts. The dancer orders amir to pinch his own nipples hard, so that the mead wouldn't flow out. Amir has to obey, in the meanwhile the syringe penetrates his navel to stuff it with as much honey as it can possibly hold.

The hookahs are filled not with tobacco but with herbs, the special sort that will make anyone forget himself in the burning lust of desire. One pipe gets pushed straight into amir's urethra, very very deep, all the way until it reaches the bottom of the bladder. The second hookah the dancer reserves for himself. But first he must distract amir a little from the annoying pain in his chest and belly. This sweet suffering will be gone in just a few minutes, so the dancer comes up with a little show to win amir's attention for a while.

From the many available toys he takes anal beads of six giant balls, each ball almost twice as big as the dancer's own fist. The dancer turn his back to amir to tease him with the sight of his behind, the dancer's hole is surprisingly tight, seemingly incapable of taking even one of these large balls. But his fingers are already playing with the opening, stretching it almost as if by magic, in much less than a minute his whole hand gets swallowed by the hungry hole, followed by the entire forearm up to the elbow, with the ease of a hot knife getting into butter, making amir so hard he could drive nails into a wooden plank with his cock. After moving the forearm fully in and out a good number of times to please amir's sight, the dancer adds a second hand, its fingers stretch the orifice further and little by little the second forearm slides fully in. He has to curve backwards deeply, his thin teenager's chest is stretched so much it's possible to count the ribs. He pushes himself more and more, his elbows disappear within, but he keeps struggling to show off his full capacity. Sweating more and more intensely, in this fight of his toned limbs against his softest insides, he pushes his arms inside his own body almost to the very shoulders, his torso is bent, or better say folded, completely in half backwards, his sculpturesque ribcage is popped out to the max, making every detail stand out, while both of his arms are buried so deep inside himself that his fingertips can feel the movement of his own lungs.

The dancer just cannot hold his own arousal from having both of his arms fully inside his own body and releases a heavy load of cum on the floor. He almost collapses because of the intensity of his own orgasm, but finds the pride and energy to hold himself together somehow... He slowly takes his arms and hands out and bends down to the floor on his knees to show to amir the pink insides of his extreme gape, the walls are of pleasant, wine-like red tone, perfectly smooth and shiny clean, thanks to the daily treatment with expensive oils and creams. The first large ball goes in smoothly and then the other three. The dancer gets closer to amir and prepares a hookah for himself as well. Unlike amir, he likes to stretch himself with two pipes at once that both go all the way through his urethra into his bladder.

Finally, it's time to prepare amir for further play, the dancer bows forward and takes the young prince's balls into this mouth, sucking on them harder and harder, then takes one of the balls between his teeth and begins to squeeze slowly but firmly. Amir is panting, trying to hold it within his lungs but the loudest scream finally fills the room, alarming the muscled guards at the door. Almost crying, amir gives them a sign that it's alright. He clenches his own teeth hard, watching as the dancer clenches his, almost taking a bite off amir's testicle. With a trembling hand amir strokes his dancer's hair, encouraging him to go on. The pain is intense but purifying, it cleanses his spirit and prepares him for more to come.

But the biting cannot last for long in order to not ruin amir's beautiful smooth balls that he sure would like to keep for the rest of his life. After all he is a ruler, not an eunuch. And soon the dancer's teeth leave the unfinished fruit alone and his tongue is already running upward along amir's shaft, sucking on the hard veins of the big youthful cock, while his fingers are very skillfully working steadily below the royal balls, preparing to intrude amir's anus.

Amir is panting and craving to be finally given a release and the dancer's tongue begins to work around the most sensitive spots of amir's hardened glans around his heavily stuffed peehole, making him shiver, barely holding himself anymore. The dancer's hand enters amir's insides and begins to move up the stretchy column. It bulges against the wall of amir's belly that makes the mead start to flow out of his navel little by little.

Amir is massaging his nipples because he must hold them until the dancer says, but all of a sudden his penis erupts with such great power that his thick cum flows out even bypassing the pipe. The power of the cumshot surprises even the dancer, but he gladly starts licking amir's cum off his shaft, perfectly knowing it's just the first round of a long evening...

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Amir and his design, and also many ideas in this text, belong to Nehcy ©

Nehcy's drawing of amir that spawned the whole obsession with this boy can be seen here: amir by nehcy