Extreme Gay Thailand 1978 Ch. 04

"Yes, yes, fuck me," Matthew murmured. He cried out when the overlarge glans of the phallus was pressed inside him, but it was a weak, dreamy exclamation, and he settled right down as the knobby, thick shaft of the phallus pushed in, opening him up. Krit knelt by the cushions, legs bent underneath him, sitting on his heels, as he pulled Matthew's pelvis over onto his thighs. The young man's drug-induced semicomitose body reclined onto the cushions, his bound arms raised over his head. Wrapping one arm around the young man's back to hold him steady, Krit worked Matthew's entrance with an oiled, gloved hand, working one finger in and then two.

Matthew was murmuring, "Yes, yes, put it in me. Take me," as the two fingers became three and then four, up to the knuckles. The young man probably was thinking of Krit's cock, not his fist. But Krit was working Matthew with his fist. Mellowed out and numbed as he was, Matthew had hardly felt the breaching of his sphincter with the heel of the hand and the sinking in to the wrist. He wasn't fully aware that the man was working him with his hand. The entirety of the fist was inside. Matthew tensed, jerked, and came; tensed, jerked, and came again, his eyes closed, probably unaware he was being fisted.

Krit pulled his hand out, rolled over on top of the young man, penetrated him with a long, thin, but flexible even when hard cock, and fucked Matthew raw to his own release.

He let Matthew sober up a bit before carrying him into the bedroom pavilions and to his bed, where he began instructing the young man in positions of Kama Sutra copulation, with the session culminating in what Krit called the yoga mastery leg wrapped position, with the extender cage in deep and thick.

When they'd both come in this position, Intorn reappeared, bringing the bubble pipes in. Krit and Matthew stretched out on the bed beside each other, each with a pipe beside him. This time they both smoked, although, once again, Matthew's opium ball was stronger than Krit's was.

Krit fisted Matthew again, this time the young man aware what was happening, putting Matthew in the position where he could watch Krit's fist buried up to the wrist. The young man struggled weakly against it at first, thinking this was the first time he'd been taken this way. But he finally gave in and lay there and whimpered as, penetrating higher than his wrist, Krit worked the yielding young man with the fist.

Intorn left the room when Matthew produced a weak ejaculation and Krit pulled his hand out. Krit was working with some metal instruments over on a nearby bureau when Matthew drifted off into a smoke-filled haze.

When Matthew woke it was day again and he was in his own bed. As the previous morning, he was sore all over, especially in his passage. Despite having been drugged the previous evening, he hadn't zoned out before knowing that Krit had used the big-headed green jade phallus on him. That explained the stretched passage, he reasoned. But now, as he was doing an inventory of his body, he realized that the passage wasn't where the sharp pain was. That pain was at his left ear. He put his hand up to his left nipple and winced at the flash of hurt. Then he felt it.

"What the hell?" he said. He jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom, where there was a mirror over the basin. There was a pierced earring in his left nipple--a silver and black enamel BDSM symbol disk, the same as the one in his right earlobe.

* * * *

Krit, dressed in the sartorial splendor that marked his dominant life in the Chiang Mai University drama department, was standing in Matthew's bedroom when Matthew returned from the bathroom. "We leave for the university in forty-five minutes," he said in a calm, somewhat cold voice, making no reference to the two nights previously in which he had ravished Matthew's body with increasing extreme fetish. "You have just enough time to dress and catch some breakfast. I wish you to read from one of the Frost plays this morning."

"What is this? Why was this done?" Matthew said, touching his now-pierced left nipple to bring Krit's attention to the BDSM symbol disk. "I wasn't asked if I wanted my ear pierced or this. What else do you--"

Krit reached over and slapped Matthew hard across the face. "You belong to me know. I'll mark you how and where I wish." Then he stepped back and gave the young man a smile as if the slap had never happed. "It was time for that," Krit continued. "I've received a response back from Columbia College. Your semester sabbatical at Chiang Mai University, with me as your faculty adviser, has been approved. They do not expect you to return to New York until late in January. We have plenty of time before then for you to become fully versed in Kama Sutra copulation. There are so many more levels of fetish pleasure and service for you to reach. We have sufficient time to go through the phases."

"This is the same symbol on the earrings Intorn and Amphon wear," Matthew challenged. "I recognize this symbol. This is for sexual BDSM."

"Yes, it is, and Intorn and Amphon are moving up the levels to Kama Sutra copulation nirvana. You shall too."

"I've seen what you do to them. You are their master and they are your slaves. That's not what I have agreed to--not what I want."

Krit reached over and slapped Matthew twice, sending the young man to his knees. Standing over him Krit said, "Enough. Say it before I let you rise again. Say that I am your master."

"You are my master," Matthew said, his voice trembling.

"You are my sex slave. Say it."

"I am your sex slave."

"Good. Now, no more arguing." Krit pull Matthew up to his feet. "For every practical purpose you are my slave in all aspects and I am your master for the next five months," Krit answered, his voice hard edged. "We will see how you feel about it in January. In the meantime we have work to do. Get dressed and eat some breakfast."

"I'm not going."

"You do have that option," Krit answered with a sneery smile. "You can stay here today and contemplate tonight. Tonight we move to a new level--and without the opium that has smoothed your way for the last two nights. Tonight you feel the pain and passion. Passion cannot be fully appreciated without going through pain to get to it. It's your choice whether you experience it after a day of sitting around here and contemplating my making you come for me with my flexing fist in your gut or if you spend the day furthering your education and that of your fellow drama students. It will always be your choice what you do by day and mine what you do by night. Choose wisely. The car leaves at 9:45."

With that, the Thai-Chinese master turned and left the room. After a minute, Matthew released a sob and reached for his clothes. His hands were trembling and not just in fear of the night. They were trembling involuntarily on glorious sexual experiences of the night, as well. The fingers of his right hand went to touch the piercing in his left nipple.

* * * *

Krit, naked save for soft-leather black gloves on his hands and in a drug-enhanced erection that he had maintained for the last two hours of green jade phallus opening and yoga-position sex with Matthew, Intorn, and Amphon and would maintain for the next two hours of taking Matthew to a new level in Kama Sutra copulation, entered a pavilion in his Chiang Mai house compound that Matthew hadn't seen before. The sides of the pavilion were open to the night sky. Candles flickered in various positions about the pavilion. The only furniture in the pavilion was a heavily carved wood altar table in the center.

Two middle-aged, slightly corpulent men, one Thai-Chinese, the other Lao, stood in the shadows at separate corners of the pavilion, each only in a loincloth, each having paid through the Chiang Mai male brothel, Yù Fǎ Lè Sī Gōng, Jade Phallus Palace, to watch, and, later, to obtain their own pleasure.

Krit carried a purring, naked Matthew over his shoulder, the young man's torso hanging down Krit's back, his wrists bound together by a red silk scarf, and his legs dangling in front, his ankles bound also with red silk. The sex had been good. Any time Krit wanted to demonstrate these yoga sex positions with Matthew was just fine with Matthew. The master's cock had been ever hard and had caressed and made love to Matthew deep in his soft inner core, making him come repeatedly. If moving up the levels of Kama Sutra copulation was all like this, it would be a pleasurable five months.

But Kama Sutra copulation wasn't going to be all like this, and it wasn't just Krit Thanawat and his magic cock that were going to be involved. Krit was going to make Matthew's semester with him pay dividends.

Krit gently laid Matthew on his back on the carved wood altar and leaned over and kissed the young man deeply on the mouth. Matthew opened his mouth to the man's tongue. Krit moved Matthew's body down to where the young man's head fell over the end of the altar, and the master's tongue was replaced by his cock, which probed Matthew's mouth cavity and down into his throat and the man master stroked the slave's throat to coax more of the shaft into the young man's throat. Matthew gagged but he took a good portion of the shaft.

The cock came out and Matthew was turned onto his belly. A wedge of wood under his stomach inclined his pelvis up. The bindings came off, only to be replaced by others, his wrists bound to the altar legs on either flank on the side of the altar his head was turned to and his ankles to the altar legs on either flank of the opposite side of the altar.

Matthew was neither gagged nor drugged. Everything he was to experience on this altar moved from his mellow condition of having been well and long fucked to pain and terror and, finally, sobbing surrender.

The green jade bowl of scented oil came up from a shelf below the altar and Krit lathered his gloved hands and Matthew's already well-open passage with the oil. Matthew panted and whined and begged as Krit worked his channel with his fingers, up to the knuckles and then the fingers of both hands. The young man writhed and cried out in pain and passion as the knuckles of one hand breached his sphincter muscle and sank in to the wrist. Matthew blubbered and screamed in decreasing volume, sinking into heavy panting and moaning, as Krit's fist flexed and opened and closed inside the young man's channel. The hand sank further.

Matthew cried out in aroused passion as, having already been well opened before he was brought to the altar, he accommodated to the first and Krit began stroking Matthew's prostate with his fingertips, taking the young man to new heights of sexual arousal and sensitivity. Krit punched the buried fist in a ever-more-rapid motion, fucking Matthew with his arm. Matthew rocked with the hand fuck, moaning and groaning. He tensed and jerked and came. And came and came in a long flow pouring out into a depression carved into the top of the altar.

The young man's eyes were glazed over, his mouth was slack, and he was murmuring nonsense and moaning low when Krit climbed on top of him on the altar, mounted his ass, penetrated him deep, and began to pump.

After the master had finished with the slave and glided out of the pavilion, the two watchers from the corners slid forward, unbound the young man, and, between them, carried him over to a couch on a wooden raised terrace outside of the pavilion. Matthew, completely exhausted and cowed, gave them no opposition as one heavy figure lay on his back on the couch and, with the help of the other one, positioned Matthew on his hard cock, above him and facing his legs. The other man straddled the first man's legs and, holding Matthew's head between his hands, brought the young man's mouth down and onto his cock. The first man gripped Matthew's waist and raised and lower the young man's pelvis on his shaft.

After several minutes of this, the first man wrapped his arms around Matthew's chest, pulling the young blond's shoulder blades down onto his chest. The second man moved up the first man's thighs, pushed his cock in above that of the first man into Matthew's passage, and the two double fucked the exhausted young man. The first man took Matthew's nipple stud into his mouth and sucked on the BDSM symbol disk while he fucked the young man.

It wasn't that taxing for Matthew. He'd been well-opened and stretched already. He was well beyond struggling against two men taking their pleasure inside him at once. Krit had already told him that there would be more and more of this to come over the next five months. They had paid Krit well for the experience.

The two almost simultaneously flooded Matthew's passage with their cum, as he moaned and received their homage.

* * * *

They were in a private "special" room at the Jade Phallus Palace two weeks later. As a small, handsome, blond, blue-eyed Westerner, Matthew was in high demand. He was in even more demand considering the list of sexual acts Krit Thanawat provided that Matthew could be used in and that Krit took a commission from.

Matthew was kneeling on a padded bench with his back to a frame with stocks. His chest was arched back, his head and wrists imprisoned in the openings in the stocks of the apparatus. His head was arched back and one burly patron was face fucking the young man with his cock. Another patron was kneeling on the floor in front of Matthew's bent-back body, sucking on the young man's ball sac and fingering Matthew's hole. The young man was moaning, but he was taking it. It was no more taxing than Krit would do when he came by after a day at the Chiang Mai University drama department to pick Matthew up and take him home for more sessions of moving up the Kama Sutra copulation levels.

The man sucking Matthew's ball sac withdrew, rose up on his feet, gripped Matthew's thighs, and raised them. He raised Matthew's hips to the level of his own pelvis, thrust up inside Matthew's hole, and began pumping him. With his cock still in Matthew's throat, the other patron leaned over the stocks, ran his hands over the young man's pecs, and tweaked Matthew's nipples with his fingers, paying particular attention to the nipple stud.

At some point the two patrons exchanged positions. When they'd both come and had been satisfied, they withdrew and left the room, leaving it to the brothel attendants to free Matthew from the stocks, help him to the en suite bathroom to shower and make himself presentable again, and then help him to the couch in the room to lie on his back.

"Poet kha khong khun. Chait opai ming ai yai," one of the attendants said, and then, when Matthew gave him a blank look, another attendant translated.

"Mong said to open your legs to prepare yourself. The next man has a huge cock."

"The next man?" Matthew moaned. They were coming too close together for him. His sin was being a handsome blond American and being capable now of taking a quick succession of dicks. With a sigh of resignation, though, Matthew lay on his back; spread and bent his legs, placing his feet flat on the surface of the couch; and placed a pillow under his lower back to raise his pelvis and give this huge dick he had been told was coming an angle of approach he could be open enough to take.

When the patron strode into the room, already naked, with an attendant beside him carrying his folded clothes, Matthew gasped. The man indeed was horse hung--one of the largest cocks Matthew had ever seen and he was in proud erection. The man himself was huge, muscular and built like a god. And he was black.

"Major," Matthew started to form on his lips in surprise, but the American JUSMAG major, Mike LeBeau, lifted a finger to his lips to silence the young man and Matthew managed to stifle his exclamation of surprise.

The Major strode over to couch, went down on his knees between Matthew's spread thighs, and positioned his cock head at Matthew's hole. His mouth went to Matthew's right ear, and he acted like he was nibbling on the BDSM symbol earring.

"Sorry," The Major murmured, "but we have to be convincing about this. Samui will signal when it's safe for us to get out of here. He has a jeep waiting outside."

"Samui? Get out of here?" Matthew murmured in confusion. He didn't mind the other part, though. His hands went down to grip The Major's massive cock and he rubbed the huge purple head against the rim of his hole, feeling himself hungrily expanding to take the cock--wanting it. Matthew gasped, arched his back, and groaned as the cock entered him. He grasped The Major's biceps and turned his face to the side, yawning at the filling of the cock, and they didn't speak for a few minutes as The Major slow pumped him.

The Major held on the pumping and whispered in Matthew's ear, "When Brad Blackmore got back to New York, he was suspicious about your not returning and contacted his father. Blackmore is a friend of Krit Thanawat's, but he knows of the man's proclivities as well. He notified me. Samui Tamruang is in the Royal Thai Air Force and has access to planes. There's a Royal Thai air base up here. He and I flew in. We'll take you to the Bachelor Officer's Quarters at the base. Krit won't think to look for you. Tomorrow we'll fly you back to Bangkok and then you can fly home--if you want to. All we ask..."

"Yes, yes. I want to go home. But tomorrow? Not tonight back to Bangkok?"

"Samui wants something from you for the trouble. I wouldn't mind it too. I'm going to fuck you well now to serve the escape plan, and I want more later, but..."

"But what?"

"Tonight. We know Krit has been training you. Tonight Samui wants to double you with me. I'm sorry, but..."

"Yes, yes," Matthew moaned. "And now, now. Finish me now."

And The Major did, plunging up into Matthew's channel, going directly into the young man's soft core, and caressing, punishing, plundering, ravishing him there, as Matthew wrapped his legs around the black bull's plump buttocks, dug his fingernails into The Major's beefy shoulder blades, and rocked with the fuck, joining the rhythm of the deep, thick taking.

When the attendants came back into the room, they found it empty--except for two silver and black enamel disks lying in the center of a cum slick on the couch.

END