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"Merely nothing, Sir," I whispered, thinking to console him if this imperfection troubled him He shone in his brilliance, his polished smoothness The simplest expressions flashed in his face in luminescent heat

I, and , and yet the features all wondrously intact stillwell, such was my Master when human emotions infected him, as they did now

He crushed ain

"Little man, manikin, elf," he whispered "Would you be so for eternity? Hav

en't you lain with h to knohat I can and cannot enjoy?"

I won him over, captive to me, for the last hour before he was off

But the next night he dispatched me to a more clandestine and even more luxurious house of pleasure, a house which kept for the passions of others only young boys

It was got up in Eastern style, and I think it blended the luxuries of Egypt with those of Babylon, its solden latticework, and colonnettes of brass studded with lapis lazuli holding up the salilt wood and dahts were soothingly low

The naked boys, well fed, nubile, s, tenacious, and brought to the games their own rampant male desires

It see between the hearty pleasure of conquest and the swooning surrender to stronger lier hands that tossed me tenderly about

Captive between two skilled and willful lovers, I was pierced and suckled, pummeled and emptied until I slept as soundly as ever I had without the Master's ic at home

It was only the beginning

Sometime in s that seemed neither male nor female Only two of them were eunuchs, cut with such skill they could raise their trusty weapons as well as any boy The others merely shared the taste of their companions for paint All had eyes lined in black and shaded in purple, with lashes curled and glazed to give their expressions an eerie fathoher than those of wo at iven theiven them as well a virility to their very s decorated their nipples Their nether hair was powdered with gold

I made no protest when they overcame me I feared no extreme, and even let them bind my wrists and ankles to the bed, so they could better work their craft It was impossible to fear theers would not even allow me to close my eyes They stroked ht soft thick brushes down over my limbs They rubbed oils into all my skin They sucked froave forth, over and over, until I cried out vainly that I could give no more A count was kept of my "little deaths" hich to taunt me playfully, and I was turned over and cuffed and pinioned as I tumbled down into rapturous sleep

When I awoke I knew no time or worry The thick smoke of a pipe rose intothe dark familiar smell of hemp