[b]A Truly Blessed Lord[/b]


A bit exhausted, but still occupied with thoughts of the day, I lay in my bed and stare up at the ceiling. My right hand idly scratches Sundar's long, striped back beside me, which is a calming diversion. He's lying on his belly, with a book propped up before his nose, and he's deftly ignoring the longing glances I give him now and then. Cheeky civet!

Though I let him finish whatever prose he's studying and keep my fingers moving until I feel a strain in my wrist. It gives me time to let my mind wander from the spares, but rather promising discussions I've had today, to the spectacular erotic performance I got to experience, sadly without my little toy boy by my side. Chaidya had spared no effort to present us a splendid show and the memories still make my body tingle. It's frustrating to feel my member swell with excitement, only to deflate again from a lack of attention moments later. I'm fighting the urge to reach down.

Eventually Sundar snaps his book shut and rolls over to taunt me with his only slightly lighter colored, though spotless chest, that seemingly stretched on forever. He writhes his body with slow, graceful motions for me and finally pushes his pointy, black nose into the dense, striped pelt on my shoulder to puff a warm breath into my nape.

I put my palm down on his slender thigh. "Are you sleepy? It's not that late yet."

He grins and rolls onto his side to hold onto my thick arm with his dainty hands. "Not too sleepy yet to notice that you're... a bit flustered," he murmurs and teasingly drags one of his fingers over my sheath. Only once, though. "Did you not enjoy your evening with the boys?"

I roll my eyes and omit to remind him that I hate it when he calls the other lords my 'boys'. "I did. Very much so!" I inform him instead, though of course fail to make him jealous. Naturally I already told Sundar about the surprise the elephant had prepared for us: A tantalizing assortment of petite boys to play with and be played with in a most fancy way. Oh, I did find release - twice even! Though that orgy was rather something to sate the body, rather than the mind and my lust was still hungry. "Though it actually would have been even more invigorating if Sampath hadn't been so obnoxious. He's acted like a spoiled brat. Wouldn't stop until he had the hare, servicing him, in tears."

Sundar groans into my shoulder "That creep... Did you notice how he was looking at me? As though I am some snack."

"He's just jealous," I chuckle and try to snag his tail with my fingers. "Jealous that I've got such a beauty to play with, who actually likes me back."

Now he's the one to laugh. "Who ever said I like you? I'm just serving my lord!" Though his petite hand can't help but groping my chest. "In any case, you shouldn't have bet with him. That was beneath you, Amir!"

I cringe inwardly. That definitely wasn't one of my proudest moments. "You're right," I admit. Though of course things aren't always as simple as they seem. I know Sundar is well aware of the fact, though a bit defensively I nevertheless add, "Though I do have a reputation to uphold. I can't just duck out from a challenge." Especially not with a wicked common-born like that gharial. People like him need to understand that I not only will always stand up to them, but also prevail without breaking a sweat!

Sundar doesn't object me. "I've spoken with his escort, by the way," he said instead.

I don't have to think for long to recall him. That sorry sight was hard to miss. "The miserable leopard?" He filled me with pity and I tried not to pay him too much attention. I mean sometimes you gotta let the whip crack, I'm not a saint. Chaidya seems to surpass my own rigor still, at least with some of his personnel. But Sampath was, once again, outright overdoing it. As though treating those beneath him like shit makes him more of a noble. "And what could you gather?"

"Not terribly much, unfortunately," he admits while rubbing his fingertip over my nipple. He already seems fed up with the conversation and I share that feeling, though I let him speak. "He was rather tight-lipped, understandably. Under other circumstances, I would have gotten him a bit more drunk to loosen his tongue, but I didn't want to get you in trouble with Sampath. I know that he's going on a brief business trip next week."

"To purchase even more farmland around Nelagudi. He told us," I fill in. He basically bragged about the deal. "His growing influence is slowly becoming a concern. He's trying to raise the grain prices, that monopolist. Anyway," I said with a sigh and wipe his ugly, scaled mug from my mind. "Let's not dwell on such unpleasant subjects. I'd rather enjoy the rest of the evening with you. And... potentially with, hmm... I dunno, Ichaa perhaps?"

Sundar does not seem particularly fond of my choice today, as he puffs his cheeks, before suggesting an alternative to me. "I was more thinking about Gopal," he says with a very cheeky grin. "And Rahas."

I look at him and raise an eyebrow at the unusual combination. "What are you planning?" He merely gives me an innocent shrug and hides in the dense fur of my arm. I grumble and take his hiding spot away to ring the bell at the bedside. It takes only a few moments before my steward opens the door and bows to me. He's not at all flustered to see his naked lord in bed with another man. He's a good servant. Trustworthy. Loyal. Rather attractive too! "Send Gopal and Rahas to us, please."

He acknowledges my command like any other footman would and bows out of my bedroom. And once he's gone, Sundar stirs beside me to sit up. My little civet is grinning down at me and I give him an expectant glance in return. That damn crocodile is rightly jealous - Sundar is a stunning man and I am blessed with his company!

Slowly the civet lifts his petite, black-furred paws of the sheets and puts them down, side by side, on my belly. That little tease! I nevertheless give him a light purr and make myself comfortable in the pillows, while I enjoy the soft warmth that radiates into my midsection. He's soon dragging his paws over my stomach in alternating motions and his glance down my body tells me that he's well aware of what sort of physical reaction he provokes in me. He's once again ignoring my growing need, though.

I once again abstain from taking matters in hand myself and instead let my hand crawl over the sheets like a big spider, until my large fingers stretch over Sundar's entire hand. He pulls away and swats the spider, holding my palm down without any real effort because I let him. A renewed wave of eagerness lets my member throb as I imagine to grope and paw at this perfect body. Hold him, pin him, bite his neck all gently and still earn his frown. This slinky civet turned my head!

It's in that moment that the door to our little love chamber was opened without knocking. The little shock makes me look up and my cock slack again, though not for long. I feel an excited twitch between my legs when I watch the massive man enter my most personal space with a cocky grin. His white hooves thumb over the tiles and he has to duck so his large, curved horns don't hit the doorframe.

The imposing Gaur stares down at me and cracks a smile at the sight of his exposed superior. "It's been a while, my lord. Good choice to call me again. I'll make sure to give you what you need!" he says and rolls his enormous shoulders before letting his hips twitch to lure my eyes down there. He's opted for a more than revealing, barbarian-like outfit today. Basically just a shaggy fur loincloth with a leather belt so thick that you could pull two carts with it. It's already sporting a visible bulge.

The much smaller man that entered in the bull's shade, instead, wore near transparent, turquoise silk and an assortment of thin, glistening gold chains. Rahas was a wanderoo, about Sundar's age, smaller than my civet, but slightly buffer, and his long fur was just as black as the Gaur's taut hide. He bows politely, though with an eager grin on his white-framed face. It makes him look so nasty, so... sly. "My lord," he says humbly, remaining a step behind the bull.

"So? How do you want it, Amir?" Gopal says, knowing full well that I disapprove to be addressed without my proper title by anyone, except Sundar. He's grinning triumphantly and then peers down at the guy that he dwarfs. "Or shall I give you a show with the monkey first? Or perhaps..." his large, dark eyes flick over to the civet beside me, "I'm here to show the squirt how it's done?"

"I was--" a grope on my hand stops me and when I look at Sundar, his mischievous smile tells me that he's taking lead tonight. I turn my palm under his and squeeze back. It feels a bit dangerous to surrender control, with this gargantuan bull in the room. Gopal is currently a very prized member of my personal harem, though I understand that his appearance might not be everyone's ideal picture of a handsome pleasure boy. He actually was a soldier, before entering my services, and still occasionally serves me as bodyguard. What can I say? I have some unusual tastes.

"The lord is mine today, so a show sounds lovely," Sundar says and points over to the large sofa in the corner. "How about there, so we can have a good view?"

The Gaur snorts, then reaches down to unbuckle his loincloth. "Fine by me," he states, revealing his  ready and very impressive pole to us with nothing but pride. It's a long and straight, slightly tapered member, protruding from a thick, plump, hairy sheath that I know from experience smells like pure maleness.

Gopal was already about to shove the wanderoo onto the couch, when my smiling civet dishes out the rest of his desires for the evening show, "Rahas, I want you to take Gopal from behind!"

I blink with interest at the bull's reaction, who seems pretty flummoxed for a moment. Gopal obviously isn't the type of man to bend over and of course I also know that Rahas, while more flexible, definitely has a dominant streak as well. The macaque is grinning and conceitedly gestures towards the couch.

With his thick, black arms crossed, he stares down at us, Sundar in particular. "If this is a joke, then it's not pa--"

"It's not a joke," the civet assures, tirelessly caressing my belly with his soft paws. "Get on the couch, I want to see you fucked!"

Gopal's sour eyes meet mine and I fail to hide my amusement. "Your little princess can't be serious! I'm not letting this ape mount me." He snorts again. "And why would I?! I've got enough stamina to plow the three of you all night long!"

"Gopal!" I interrupt his self-laudation with a serious tone. Can't allow my pleasure boys to have too much of a foul mouth, after all. Giving the upset Gaur a superior stare with my stiff dink standing between us, I simply command, "Do as your told!"

He snorts once more, then grumbles. "Yes, my lord..." Discarding his loincloth on the floor, Gopal then moves over to the couch and kneels on it. Quite a bit reluctantly he offers his expanding, flabby rump to the monkey. "Our next ride will leave you sore, Amir!" he promises, with a hiss in my direction.

I ignore him, while Rahas gets himself in position behind the mountain of beef. It looks a bit comical, and I'm sure I'll be hearing about a bit of turmoil within my harem soon, following this evening. But Rahas seems quite eager, drenches his entire hand with oil, lubs up his hard member and then slams his dripping palm right into the deep chasm between Gopal's cheeks to tease and stretch him with a finger, or two.

Seeing the imposing Gaur being reduced to a bitch for one of my smaller harem men, gets me hard again and under Gopal's muffled, annoyed groans, I give Sundar's hand another grope and look into his deep, beautiful eyes. I can't fucking contain myself any longer! And with a cheeky grin, my civet finally has mercy with me and moves his skilled, little paws a bit lower. Kinda roughly they entrap my dick, push it this way and that, and I let out a long sigh of relief.

"You little devil!" I whisper between excited huffs. "He's not going to let me come off easy for that. Ahh..."

Not exactly ruefully, Sundar smiles on me. "Don't you worry, my lord. I doubt he'll be holding much of a grudge against you, after I'm done with him tonight!" A lusty hunger flashed in his dark eyes at those words.

I look past my manhandled dick at the angrily grunting bull and the macaque who's ravaging his ass. Gopal looks straight ahead, though has heard us and shots Sundar an evil glance that has me slightly worried. My sweet civet is getting himself into quite a bit of trouble tonight!

I leave that trouble for him to deal with, though, and for now concentrate on my lover's abusive paws and the heavenly soreness they inflict in my throbbing member. He's done this many times to me and knows exactly how to handle this tiger. He's trapping my shaft between his soles and rubs it hard with his supple pads. He's squeezing my tip with his toes and teases my sheath with his treacherous claws. My penis gets nudged, pushed, shoved, crushed, stroked, bent, stretched - all the good stuff! And that while I get to enjoy a most unusual, but very appealing show. I am so blessed!

"Hmrff!" I can't hold my excitement in check for long, in such splendid company, and feel my body tense. Imploringly I glance up at Sundar and squeeze his hand to let him know that I'm not in the mood for his 'prolonged' service and rather want my release fast and powerful. Then I close my eyes, let him do and hope he won't overrule his lord to make me spill a joyless load, while everyone else around me gets to enjoy the night to the fullest.

I'm lucky and Sundar has mercy. "Agh!" I grab his little hand hard and buck up, while two rows of reckless civet toes torment the sensitive, barbed tip of my member. It feels so good that it hurts and I mewl like a kitten, just before a powerful jolt shoots through my spine and hip right into my aching balls. "A-hha-AHHGH!" My entire body convulses and I soak the velvety black fur of Sundar's paws with my semen, while they squeeze my dick hard. It's a wonderful orgasm and, once it fades, I slump in my sheets and pant heavily with my eyes closed.

Sundar lays down on my chest and keeps my shrinking dick warm with his knee. I purr for him and feel how his pointy muzzle creeps over my chest and shoulder, up my prickling neck and finally towards my ear, where he nibs me gently. "I hope you enjoyed your last release for the night?" he whispers.

I'm honestly still to ecstatic to be bummed by his cruel words, though when I hear a loud, fed up harrumph above us, I do return to reality and open my eyes. Gopal stands there, tall and imposing, his arms are crossed and he stares at us as though we're a feast and he starved. "I hope you enjoyed the show, gentlemen," he sneers, then reaches down to weigh his big heavy manhood. "Though my dick is still dry. So who of you will have the honor to be bred by Gopal, the irresistible and unstoppable?!"

Sundar utters a hungry rumble, then pushes himself off of me. Provocatively he raises his slender butt to the puffing bull and waves his tail invitingly. It doesn't take more for Gopal to climb onto the bed and conquer my civet before my eyes. "Rahas!" he gasps, before the revenge-seeking Gaur renders him speechless. "Hah... Bring lord Amir dessert!"

I look at the drak-furred monkey and my breathing quickens when he approaches me with that sinister grin of his. "It will be my pleasure!" Rahas murrs and, assertively, joins us on the crammed bed to straddle me. Nimble like a monkey is, he turns right above my face and liftes his tail to present me his fleshy, black-skinned anus.

My whiskers bristle at the sight and I push my head into the pillows when the macaque lowers his rump. "Gopal, I fucking want to hear Sundar scream your name!" I mutter before Rahas' ass settles on my face. "Ghmpf...!" He's sweaty after his ride with the bull, though I still press my tongue into his depths and clutch his butt to pull him down onto my nose.

I am the most blessed lord in all of Kalpit Pradesh!