Part Eight: Ylang Ylang
So the final day arrived. Just as a man anticipates his ejaculation with mixed emotion, on the one hand desiring it and the immense joy that accompanies it more than any other desire known to man, and on the other, dreading it because it means the completion of the act and the end of his pleasure, so did Lord Phanomyong view the end of the day. He had chosen to spend the day alone. After the physical and mental rigours he had been through, he wanted a day to himself, a day to relax and not worry about anything. He had lain in bed most of the morning, and then in the afternoon had taken a leisurely stroll in his private garden. Much of the day had been spent deep in thought and those who saw him were later to remark how seriously their Lord took his meditation, and how concerned he was about the people of the Land of the Tiger Eye. They did not know that he had but one individual on his mind, and that was not one who had any legal status as a person, for upon his choosing he had become a nameless chattel of the Favourite Son of the Great God Xiu. Not even his First Minister nor his personal attendant knew that Lord Boroma Phanomyong, Favoured Son of the Great God Xiu, Fierce Tiger of the Jungle, Defender of the People, and Master Over all That Is, Was, and Will Be had chosen to be alone because he could think of nothing else but that special boy from Nongkhai.
To mark the significance of this dreaded and yet most desired of all occasions, and to provide the Chosen One a special treat for the many pleasures he had brought in the past, besides to cheer himself up knowing this was the last of the boy's oils and the last day of a most remarkable and unexpected experience, he ordered a special meal be prepared for the two of them. They began with spicy deep-fried crab rolls in a thin wonton wrapper, followed by a sweet noodle and vegetable soup consisting of long, thin, ribbon-like noodles made of ground mung beans, tiger lily buds, wild onions, snow peas, and crispy egg threads. For the main course there were three dishes, a large clay pot of turmeric-yellow chicken curry in a spice laden sauce containing licorice, garlic, and pepper; a hot red curry with red chilies and eel; and a large platter of fish dumplings in a peanut sauce. For dessert they concluded with a plate of freshly picked strawberries and sliced honeydew melon and rice pudding with fresh milk and a sprinkling of cinnamon.
Following their meal, they retired immediately to the bedchamber, Lord Phanomyong being eager to see this most blessed and most cursed day come to a close. He disrobed and once again lay on his back and allowed his wrists and ankles to be tied to the bed posts with silk scarves just as that first night. The Chosen One also removed his fine clothing, folding each item neatly and stacking them on the footstool as he'd been instructed. This night, as though knowing it was special, he added his thong to the neat pile of silk clothing before taking out his last earthenware jar. When he opened it, the unmistakable delicate floral fragrance of ylang ylang filled the air. Pale yellow, intensely exotic and creamy, he applied the oil to his palms, and then began to massage his Lord's chest. The mild fragrance of the oil, combined with the fresh, clean fragrance of the boy, soon had Lord Phanomyong fully aroused although the boy had only begun his massage and the first of the eight vials of the Sands of Delight had not yet drained.
Seeing his Lord's erect member, the boy toyed with it, pushing it down between his legs and allowing it to spring back up, pressing it against his wide belly and rubbing the knob against its broad expanse, and just sitting with his legs crossed and watching the one-eyed snake jerk in the air impatiently. He drew the skin back with his thumb and first finger, and let it creep back up over the plum. Over and over he pulled the skin back and released it, and gradually his Lord's cock grew still thicker and the skin became taut.
The boy poured oil on his finger tips and caressed his Lord's egg sack, gently caressing those sensitive eggs contained within with his left hand while his right just barely touched and gently caressed the opening of his Lord's swollen member. The Fierce Tiger of the Jungle inhaled deeply with his growing arousal and his snake jerked excitedly, impatient for the boy to grasp it in his hot little hand and begin massaging it. The boy instead sat there and teased its quivering opening and caressed the eggs below it, but not once did he grasp it by the base nor caress the sensitive ridge of its head. Then just as his master felt his pre-cum about to ooze out, the boy sat back and waited as his Lord's cock wagged in the air angrily.
Once his master's monster stopped waving in the air, he reached over and lightly wrapping his fingers about the thick beast just above its eggs, he ever so slowly drew his fist up to just below the sensitive skin below the beast's head and then he slid his fingers down again, just barely making contact with the skin. He paused frequently so that an entire vial drained before he sensed that his Lord was about to ejaculate and he withdrew his fingers.
The third time he played only with his Lord's spongy plum, gently running his generously oiled finger over its surface, and once again stopping just as his Lord was on the verge of producing his first droplet of pre-cum. Each time the boy resumed teasing his master's irritated organ his master's desire became more intense than the previous time and the longer he had to wait before resuming. This time the boy waited until the thick, throbbing cock almost went limp before reaching out and wrapping his hand about it.
By this time he had so primed the thick organ that the mere touch of his hot, little hand caused the irritated member to begin leaking. Instead of ignoring his master's pre-cum as he had in the past, when the first clear droplet oozed out of his Lord's sensitive slit, he wiped off the tip of his finger on the bed sheet and then flicked the clear droplet off his master's throbbing pillar. Glancing over at his Lord as he extended his tongue, he dabbed the tip with the exotic nectar from his Lord's loins and gave his Lord a sensuous smile. Lust smoldered in his deep chocolate brown eyes, causing his master to produce a second droplet, which the boy once again flicked up with his first finger. Looking directly in his master's eyes, he licked off his finger tip.
Enjoying himself now, he gently ran his finger along the ridge of his master's knob, causing a generous dollop of pre-cum to ooze out of the aroused fountain. Gathering it on the tip of his finger, he painted his smooth lips with his master's nectar and then licked them as he looked down at his Lord with his sensuous, chocolate brown eyes, causing the Favourite Son of the Great God Xiu to thrust up his hips and his cock to jerk about wildly as he strained to ejaculate. Unable to do so, his member wagged furiously, scolding the impertinent boy for his lack of consideration.
Flicking up his master's pre-cum for the fourth time, the naked boy slid up along the bed, and with his eyes smoldering with lust, he bent over and painted his Lord's lips with his own sweet nectar. Returning to the fount of that nectar, the boy wrapped his fingers about it more firmly and began to pump his fist up and down its length in earnest. More pre-cum oozed out as Lord Phanomyong's cock throbbed hotly in the boy's hand and ripples of pleasure flowed from his Sen to all parts of his body. After the previous foreplay it only took a dozen strokes for the tension to build up in his loins and he groaned and twisted with that pleasure that only men can know.
Closer and closer he came to that peak and with the taste of his own nectar on his lips, the warrior-lord was brought to his first dry climax. He threw back his head and groaned and gasped with the ecstasy exploding in his loins. He sucked in the fragrant floral scent of the ylang ylang and his chest swelled and collapsed as that painful pleasure swept through his mind. As he began to recover, he glanced over at the naked boy. He too was breathing deeply from the exertion of arousing his master, and from his own arousal. His tiny worm, the length and thickness of his master's large toe, was curved up along his naked pubes, the tight skin still pulled over his dark plum so that only the very tip was visible. How Lord Phanomyong longed to reach over and grasp it between his thumb and large fat fingers.
Having barely recovered, he was delighted to feel the boy's small hand wrap about his organ and begin pumping it again, bringing him back to that exquisite peak only to once again jab his finger at the base of his throbbing cock where it joined his eggs and cutting off his ejaculation for a second time. He cried out with the multiple spasms of arousal pulsating through his irritated flesh and through his mind, and he panted and gasped for breath as his heart pounded in his chest.
The boy was panting with exertion and arousal also, and his little stiff cocklet jerked and ached with an itch that demanded its share of attention, but the boy knew he dare not touch himself in the presence of his Lord. So he lay down on his side beside his master and propped himself up on his right elbow to look down into his Lord's face with lust-filled eyes. His sweet boy breath blew in the warrior-lord's mouth as his lips hovered but never touched his Lord's and the two inhaled and exhaled each other's breath until at long last they began to breathe regularly.
The boy once again sat up, and sitting back on his heels beside his Lord, he reached once again for that pillar of pleasure. He stared at it with full concentration as he slowly pushed the tight foreskin up over the ripe plum, and then slowly drew the skin back down until it was fully exposed. With each stroke the warrior-lord quivered with delight, his body totally under the control of the slender boy with skin the colour of butterscotch and eyes the shape of almonds. He groaned and he sighed with the immense pleasure throbbing through his irritated organ as the seventh vial began to drain.
He approached his third orgasm with eager anticipation, the tension in his loins and his need to ejaculate doubling with each stroke of his throbbing shaft. Closer and closer he approached that peak of ecstasy where his hot, throbbing cock went numb and moments later that hollow ache up the core of his member announced the imminent release of his seed. He inhaled and exhaled with long, deep breaths as his massive body tensed for that moment when the Chosen One would jab his hard, pointed finger under his nut sack and cut off his release. This time the boy did not.
At first his mind did not believe it, and then with a yell of delight like a maiden being pierced by a man's pleasure pole for the first time, he thrust his hips upward as he felt his pomegranates contract and a sharp twang deep in his groin finally announce the release of his seed. It gushed up the core of his member with a sharp, burning pleasure, hot white lava rising up the narrow core of a throbbing volcano. With his hips still thrust in the air, he inhaled with a loud gasp of pleasure as his seed shot into the air and fell back down to flow hotly over his swollen plum like a thick cream sauce, collecting in the rim formed by his foreskin and the young boy's fist, and overflowing over the back of the boy's small hand and on down to form pearly ribbons over his tight, swollen nut sack.
The aroma of roasted chestnuts blended in with the delicate floral fragrance and then overpowered it. He sucked in the fragrant air, delighting in the aroma of his fresh seed as he at last lowered his hips. His cock throbbed with hot delight, continuing to pump out the seed that his pomegranates had been forced to hold back for so long, and he quivered and sighed with the greatest pleasure he had ever known.
The boy waited until his master's violent climax subsided, and then he slowly and gently began to milk out the remaining cum, giving his Lord still further pleasure as he squeezed and tugged on the thick, now pleasantly throbbing organ. He ran his tongue between his dry lips as he sat there cross-legged and watched the hot, sticky cream flow out of his master's cock and down over his thumb and fingers with each upward stroke. When at last he could milk out no more, he released his Lord's thick snake and his hand dropped to his lap. His little reed was still erect, the result of sharing in his Lord's violent ejaculation, and the second the boy slipped his hot fingers slick with his master's warm, sticky cream about his slender, stiff reed and squeezed it, the boy trembled uncontrollably with the exquisite joy of the most powerful dry climax of his young life.
Much later, after they had both recovered, the boy untied his master and then lay down beside him. The two inhaled the blended fragrance of fresh seed and ylang ylang and closed their eyes with pleasure. The boy's small, naked body pressed up against the solid bulk of his Lord, and his master slipped a large arm about the slight boy and drew him close. The boy marvelled at the wondrous cream his Lord had shot from his staff, and at the mysterious pleasure that had erupted from his own loins and had caused him to tremble like an aspen leaf and his head to spin dizzily like he had twirled his body until he could no longer stand. The warrior-lord too marvelled at a climax like he had never before experienced, but with his awe at its power and immense pleasure, and with his profound joy at having experienced such ecstasy, was a dark shadow of sadness.
"So," he said at long last and with a deep sigh, "though I am saddened that the pleasures of your Nuad Bo-Rarn have come to an end, this evening was a fit crowning of your accomplishment and proof of your exquisite skill."
"Come to an end my Lord?" the boy asked, raising himself on his elbow and looking into his Lord's eyes with surprise and great concern. "Did I not please my Lord more than any other night?"
"Yes, you did," Lord Phanomyong said with a smile. "But I know that this night you have used the last of your oils."
"I have, my Lord," the boy admitted, "but this was not the last of the pleasures that I can bring you."
"Oh?" Lord Phanomyong responded in surprise. "How can that possibly be?"
"Why, my Lord, we have only begun," the boy replied. "We have but experienced my oils and massages one at a time. We have yet to combine them. If the essence of one oil brought my Lord pleasure, would not the essence of two together double that pleasure? And, my Lord, after we have tried all combinations of two, then why not three, and then four?"
Lord Phanomyong quickly calculated the number of possible combinations of the six oils. Fifty- seven. Could it be that they could have fifty-seven more days of pleasure, each one more intense than the next? That was impossible, but then had he been told of the wondrous evenings he would spend with this young boy from Nongkhai two cycles of the moon past he would have declared such a thing impossible also.
"And when we have exhausted my simple supply of six oils, the brother of my mother knows the use of many more oils, for this is but one of six baskets he intended on teaching me. Before you arrived at our village, he had spoken to me of learning the joys of the essence of nutmeg, myrrh, coconut oil, the woody balm of sandalwood, the aromatic sweet fragrance of rosemary, and the musky, earthy oil from the angelica root which he said would fill the holiest monk with lust undescribable."
Six times six oils? The number of combinations was beyond even Lord Phanomyong's quick mind.
"Besides, my Lord, in seeking to please my master, I have pumped out my master's seed only once this night. I am sure someone with the strength and virility of my Lord can come tenfold as many times in one evening."
Lord Phanomyong snorted with merriment at the fanciful idea and the boy's optimism. Ten times in one night? Even the most desirable of his concubines had not been able to achieve half that. Of course, none of his concubines nor any of the predecessors of the Chosen One had managed to do what this one had done this night. He laughed. Ten times in one night? Why not? If anyone could bring him such pleasure, this slender boy with almond-shaped eyes and smooth skin the colour of butterscotch could, and he would with agonizing slowness and after how many dry climaxes? Just the thought sent a shiver up the spine of the Fierce Tiger of the Jungle, a shiver of both delight and apprehension.
"And, my Lord," the boy said, drawing close so his face was a finger's breadth away from his Lord's and whispering softy, "there are other parts of a boy's body that can bring his master pleasure besides his fingers."
He said it with wide eyes and all the sincerity and solemnity of a boy sharing a great secret, for, for him, it was a great secret. Lord Phanomyong laughed with the boy's seriousness, and with the thought of those delights that awaited him, and his immense belly jiggled as he wrapped a large arm about the boy and drew him to his naked bosom. The boy laughed with him, his high alto blending with the deep bass of his Lord. Over and over they laughed with pure joy and thoughts of the days to come.
The guard standing outside the bedchamber of the Favourite Son of the Great God Xiu was perplexed. He had heard many sounds emanating from the other side of the ornate sliding partition to his Lord's private chamber, from cries of sheer ecstasy to cries of pain and dismay and shouts of anger, but never in all the years he had been assigned to stand guard outside the Lord's private bedchamber, had he heard such laughter.
Epilogue
The brother of the mother of the Chosen One was sent for the next morning, and told to bring his collection of oils with him. He was established in his own small cottage away from the other commoners who tended the grounds and the buildings on the royal estate. There the Chosen One spent his mornings learning the little known version of Nuad Bo-Rarn as taught by the Wat Pho in Settakorn, and his nights he spent with Lord Phanomyong practising what he had been taught.
Each year the royal collectors from Chiangmai, in their yellow robes and with their knotted counting cords, travelled across the land and collected the tithe of grain, coin, livestock, silk, or whatever else the village was most noted for in payment for services from their noble and benevolent Lord, Lord Boroma Phanomyong, Favoured Son of the Great God Xiu, Fierce Tiger of the Jungle, Defender of the People, and Master Over all That Is, Was and Will Be. Lord Phanomyong, however, no longer ventured out to collect the second tithe.
The Sands of Delight flowed many thousands of times, and at long last, the warrior-lord, in the twenty-seventh year of his reign, joined his noble ancestors. His son by his wife, the eldest of six by her and one of thirty-two sons sired by the Favourite Son of the Great God Xiu, became the new Lord of the Land of the Tiger Eye. The new Lord was as powerful as his sire and protected and cared for his people, but his nighttime pleasures were not the same as his sire's. Over time the Selection of the Chosen One became one of the many legends told by grandfathers around the evening fire, a custom never again to be practised in the Land of the Tiger Eye.
It is said that the Chosen One was sent back to the village where he'd been born, and which had prospered greatly for their gift to their Lord, and there he was known once again as Luan Ramayana, and there he lived with his mother and father and helped them in the rice paddies. At some time later, the date lost in the mists of time, it is said he established the Wat Pho of Nongkhai where he became known as Master Kh...a and where he spent his remaining days in contemplation and study, and his evenings teaching the very best of the young novices the mysterious version of Nuad Bo-Rarn that he had learned from his mother's brother, a skill that is still taught to a chosen few each year in the Land of the Tiger Eye even to this day.
Thus endeth the ancient tale of The Chosen One From Nongkhai.