🐫 Taste of the Desert

The sun-bathed youth with a delightful smile and eyes as deep and reflective as the most valuable gemstone in the Sultan's collection stood before the royal court. His physique was an artistic masterpiece, sculpted to perfection through years of dedicated training in the ancient art of contortionism. The Sultan, known for his fondness for the rare and exquisite, had called upon this boy from afar to entertain him with a demonstration of bending, twisting, and folding his agile youthful body.

The room fell silent, as if everyone was holding their breath in anticipation. The boy's gaze never strayed from the Sultan's face, even as he started to move. He elegantly knelt on one knee, his body appearing to fold like an accordion as he bent backward at a seemingly impossible angle. His back arched like a crescent moon, and his arms extended outwards, hands lightly touching the ground.

The Sultan leaned in closer, captivated by this boy's skill and beauty, his refined muscles, pronounced ribcage and... a total absence of genitalia! The boy's crotch was smooth, with not a single hair to mar the perfection of his skin. No testicles hung low and heavy, no penis hung proudly, only an almost imperceptible cameltoe hinted at the lack of what should be there...

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It appeared to the Sultan that this contortionist had been castrated for the sake of his delicate beauty. The Sultan's gaze lingered on the boy, his mind already formulating ways to use this beautiful creature for his own pleasure.

With a wave of his hand, he signaled for the boy to continue. A sly glint in the Sultan's eye showed his intent to enjoy himself with this young acrobat first.

The boy rose from his twisted posture, standing tall once more. His muscles rippled under his skin as he reached up and removed his white turban. The silk slipped off his head to reveal a cascade of jet-black hair, which he shook out with a careless gesture.

The Sultan's eyes widened at this unexpected twist in the performance. He had not anticipated such a display from one so young, barely older than 20 summers, and what fortunate summers they must have been to produce such a marvel of beauty and grace.

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With a deep breath, the boy continued to move, his body undulating like a serpent as he spun around the room, his gaze never leaving the Sultan's face.

The courtiers gasped and whispered, their eyes glued on this mesmerizing performance. But it was the Sultan who held the boy's focus, his heart pounding in anticipation of what would come next.

With one final flourish, the boy came to a stop before the Sultan's throne. He stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, his arms tracing gentle arcs in the air, when suddenly, he gave a small smile and reached down to his crotch.

The Sultan's eyes widened in shock, and the courtiers gasped as one. The boy's hand pulled on the folds of skin in his crotch, and with a gentle tug, he pulled out an unbelievably, almost impossibly long cock that was buried the whole time inside his own rectum!

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The Sultan's eyes widened at the sight of this massive phallus, curved upward like a sabre and reaching almost to the boy's nipples, with a pair of large balls hanging low between his legs. The courtiers gasped in unison, their faces aghast and awestruck by the sudden display of this extraordinary possession.

"You are a sight to behold," the Sultan whispered, his voice husky with desire. The boy smiled, a knowing glint in his eye, but he wasn't finished yet.

With a delightful grin revealing his flawless white teeth, he reached down once more and effortlessly inserted his whole fist into the open gap between his well-toned buttocks. Then came the final, most incredible feat of all.

With his cock still twitching and pulsating from its sudden emergence, the young man bent backward so much that his spine curved in an impossible way. Simultaneously, he shoved his whole arm, up to the elbow, into his anus!...

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The Sultan's mouth fell open in awe, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and wonder. No man could possess such control over their own body! And yet, as he felt betrayed by his own eyes, the Sultan couldn't deny his arousal at this incredible display of physical prowess. He licked his lips and nodded imperiously at the boy, a signal for him to continue.

The boy understood, and with an almost imperceptible nod, he began moving once more. His body twisted and folded in ways that should be impossible, this time sporting the enormous phallus that helped making his wondrous postures even more otherwordly.

He danced around the room, his movements fluid and elegant as he spun and twirled, his enormous erection swaying from side to side like a pendulum, taunting the Sultan with its sheer size and beauty.

As the performance reached its zenith, the boy brought himself to a stop before the throne once more. He stood there proudly, his chest heaving with exertion, his cock still jutting out stiffly from between his legs, as if announcing itself for all to see.

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"Exquisite," the Sultan whispered, his voice barely audible. He couldn't help but touch the boy's cheek with a gentle finger, tracing the curve of his jawline.

The boy closed his eyes at the touch, a small sigh escaping from between his lips as he leaned into it. When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with both innocence and knowingness – a silent promise that there was more to come if only the Sultan would grant him permission.

He bowed low before the throne, his body folding like origami. And when he looked up again, his eyes were no longer innocent but filled with desire and anticipation of what might be next in this game between power and pleasure – a game between a Sultan and his new pet contortionist.

This contortionist was trained in ancient art, enhanced with alchemical concoctions from the farthest reaches of the known world. But most importantly, he was blessed with the effeminate beauty that was almost too much to bear.