Harkaan had been taken by the Atlanteans as a child, captured in a raid that destroyed his village and enslaved his people. He remembered little of the next few weeks. The chains, the dark hold of the cargo ship, the raucous bidding of the auction house, all a vague blur. He ended up in the marble quarry, cutting stone and hauling the enormous blocks out of the pits and onto the waiting transports. The labor made him strong, hardening his body as he grew to manhood. At the age of about sixteen, he was sold to the arena masters, where he was trained in the arts of combat and forced to fight and bleed for the entertainment of the masses. His strength grew, his body became hard and lean, as if sculpted from the marble he used to quarry, but graceful and lithe as a panther.
And so it went, his life an endless string of combat and blood. He expected to die there eventually, bleeding out his life to the roar of the mob. But after three years treading the sands of the arena came the day when his fortunes changed again. One evening the slave master took him from his cell and brought him to another room where he was left shackled to a wall.
He waited. A life in chains had taught him patience. A few minutes later three figures entered the room. One he recognized as Attus, the broker. The other two were women. One was full-figured and approaching forty perhaps. Her clothes were well made, and crafted of the finest silk, but lacking the color and ornamentation commonly worn by the noble classes. A white dress accented the curve of her hip, a dark shawl cloaked her shoulders and torso. The other was younger, about twenty-five, dressed in a similar fashion. He wondered if he was being sold.
"He's the best we have," said Attus. "A nearly perfect specimen. Strong, fast. Trains all day and is barely winded. There's a scar or two, but he is mostly unmarked...." he trailed off as he realized neither of the women was listening to him. The younger woman looked to the older, her manner and gaze one of deference. Their eyes met and though no word was spoken, a command seemed to be given. The younger walked over to Harkaan and removed his tunic with a few deft motions, leaving him naked before them. She stepped back and turned, allowing the older woman to approach. She looked him in the eye first, and he met her gaze without flinching. Then she stepped back and took in the rest of his body, her gaze lingering on his flaccid member for a moment before turning back to the woman who was presumably her servant. She nodded to the matron, almost a bow, and stepped close to Harkaan, placing her hand gently on his soft cock. His hips twitched at the unexpectedness of the contact but with his arms and legs chained to the wall, there was little he could do. He knew it would be more than his life was worth to resist even if he were free. She moved her hand slowly and gently, caressing his shaft and balls until he hardened under her touch. He could not suppress a sigh as her hand closed around his shaft, now fully erect, and began to slowly stroke up and down. His breath quickened and his hips began to move in time to her stroking.
Perhaps they were just bored noblewomen. The thought made its way into his pleasure-clouded mind as he closed his eyes and wondered if this was all that was in store for him. Such things were not rare. Rich, publicly demure ladies excited by the mayhem of the arena would pay great sums of money to visit the champions and rut with the slaves in the straw, eagerly performing acts that would scandalize even the most wanton harlot.
But alas, not today. The woman let go of him and he opened his eyes to see her looking questioningly at her mistress. The older woman gave just the barest hint of a nod, and they seemed to come to an unspoken agreement.
"He will be sufficient," the elder spoke to Attus, who jumped, startled by the sudden attention. "Our guards will take him, and compensation will be provided. The favor of the Goddess will be upon you if he is all that you promise."
Attus bowed in thanks and Harkaan was left alone again, his member still hard from the lady's ministrations. A priestess? What use could the temple have for an arena slave?
Several hours later he found himself in a different room wearing a different set of chains. He was in the temple of the goddess Venera, the mistress of love and sensuality. Her public rituals involved sacred sex and devotional orgasms; the rites of the sacred mysteries were known only to the initiates of the temple. The temple to which he had been taken. The temple that he presumed was his new home.
They had brought him to this room below the public areas and shackled him hand and foot standing in the middle of the floor, his arms above his head, his legs apart. Harkaan had been in many dungeons in his time, but none like this. The chains were of gold, the room brightly lit and luxuriously furnished with fine furs and silken pillows. Chairs and couches were spaced along the walls, all facing the center of the room, where he stood.
The door opened, and the elder woman who had purchased him entered.
"I am the High Priestess Kama. You are now a denizen of this temple. Your life is now dedicated to the service of the Goddess. You exist at Her whim and for Her pleasure. You will do as you are told, when you are told. You will not resist or protest. Do you understand?" Her tone was soft, her voice lilting, but there was an edge that told him this woman was used to command.
"Yes, Priestess." His response was measured. His voice held no fear.
"Good," she continued. "If you serve well and faithfully, if your performance is satisfactory," She paused. Was that the hint of a smile? "Then you may someday leave here with those chains as your reward. And more importantly with the favor of the Goddess upon you. Your service begins now. The novices will arrive in a few moments. You are not to speak. Keep your moaning to a minimum, and you must do your best not to ejaculate until you are expected to do so." Unconcerned with his reaction she turned away and opened the door.
"Come in, girls. Today is a special day in your training." About twenty young women entered and spread out around the room. Harkaan eyed them apprehensively. They all looked to be within a year or two of his own age. All were dressed the same in a short tunic of sheer translucent white fabric tied at the waist with a gold braid. All were beautiful, their young curves barely concealed by the gossamer fabric.
“This, ladies, is a man. Most of you have spent your whole lives cloistered here and have never seen a member of his sex, but the time has come to expand your world. A priestess of Venera must be knowledgeable and adept in all aspects of sensuality, and so we enter the next phase of your training.” The girls gasped as the high priestess tore away his loincloth fully exposing his naked body to the room. The collective intake of breath was followed by dead silence. Priestess Kama strode about the room, obviously enjoying the scene. Most of the girls simply stood and stared, mouths agape. A few blushed. One or two grinned. The priestess approached him, turned to face the group of wide-eyed novices and continued.
"The Priestesses of Venera are renowned for their mastery of the erotic arts. The Goddess demands nothing less of those who lead the sacred orgies of Her rituals of worship. Even those who do not take the final vows are courted by the most powerful nobles and kings. You must become familiar with the workings of the body. His and yours. You must learn what stimulates him, how to take your own pleasure, and how to achieve the most wonderous of orgasms, thereby doing honor to the Goddess you serve." She turned towards him as she went on.
"You all have studied. Now you get some real-world experience. You see his penis is flaccid." She gestured as she spoke. "Now it is soft and sensitive and cannot withstand rough treatment. You must be gentle at this stage. Thus." And with that she suited action to word and began to gently but insistently caress his cock and ball, tickling with her fingertips and lightly brushing with her palm. There was a gasp or two and some murmuring from the onlookers as she continued her ministrations.
"Don't become too focused on his member yet." Her tone was that of a lecturing schoolteacher. "The torso and thighs are also sensitive areas and can achieve unexpected results." Her hand followed suit, caressing his inner thighs and body, pinching his nipples when she went that high. He took a deep breath as her attention began to have the desired results. His cock rapidly grew to full length.
"And you see," said Kama taking hold of his shaft. "He is now ready for whatever else may come." She leisurely stroked him a few times as she spoke but quickly let go and stepped aside leaving him there, shackled wrists and ankles, naked, his hard cock on display for the group of young women.
"Go ahead," she continued, "I can see you are all curious. He is here for your education. You may touch. Explore him and discover how the body of a man differs from that of a woman." The girls all stood as still as statues. A wry smile touched Kama's lips as she watched, enjoying both the anticipation and discomfiture. After a moment one of the girls stepped forward. She was one of the younger ones, still a teenager, but her stride was bold. Her cheeks were flush, and Harkaan could see her young nipples erect and prominent beneath the sheer fabric of her tunic. She took a deep breath as she reached out and tentatively placed her hand on his abdomen a few inches above his pubic hair. She slowly and gently began to caress his torso, following the contours of his hard muscles and adding to the flames of his rising passion. He felt another hand on his back, caressing his powerful shoulders before beginning to work its way down. The rest of the girls soon lost their inhibitions and he could not suppress a groan as a multitude of soft hands caressed his frame, running gently over his skin, exploring his broad shoulders and strong arms, running down his chest to his sensitive abdomen and thighs, around to his calves and buttocks, and eventually a small hand encircled his cock and began to slowly move up and down. He let out a ragged gasp and pushed his hip forward. A few of the girls giggled as his control began to slip.
"Careful, ladies." The voice of Priestess Kama cut through the erotic haze that was clouding his senses. "Don't over-excite him. The lesson is not over." Instantly the hand gripping his cock disappeared, but a hand still cupped his balls, gently tickling as fingers played about in the thatch of hair surrounding the base of his shaft. Meanwhile, soft hands pinched his nipples, caressed his ass, and stroked his inner thighs, enflaming every inch of his exposed flesh. But they were careful to avoid his cock, denying him the release he so desperately needed. They continued for what seemed to Harkaan's passion-clouded mind to be an eternity but was really probably less than an hour, when again the High Priestess spoke.
"Step away, ladies, and observe your handiwork." Another ragged gasp escaped his lips as all sensations ceased. His heart raced, pounding in his ears. His cock was achingly hard. He panted as Priestess Kama continued.
"Note his condition, ladies. Not just the state of his member, but his heavy breathing, the flush that suffuses his skin, the tension in his body, and the way he pushed his hips forward. A man in this state will beg you to make him ejaculate, but the longer he can be held in this condition the more powerful his eventual orgasm will be, and the greater will be the favor bestowed by the Goddess. Observe." She knelt on a pillow in front of him, his cock pointing at her face. She loosely gripped his shaft as the girls gathered around to watch.
"We must be careful at this stage," she continued. "A single indelicate touch could push him over the edge, making him spend his seed immediately. We do not want that. We must be slow and soft. Thus." She released his cock, leaned in, stuck out her tongue and, using just the tip, gave him one long slow lick from his balls to the very tip of his straining member. He shuddered and gasped as she continued speaking.
"Observe. Note his reactions to the way you stimulate him. There are many techniques. Some will prolong his pleasure; others will bring about his orgasm quickly. Eventually, you will learn and practice them all. Today I will demonstrate a few for you to meditate on during this evening's devotions." The girls crowded closer and watched, wide-eyed, as the priestess closed her lips around the hard cock in front of her and slowly worked her way up and down. Harkaan clutched at his chains and closed his eyes, surrendering himself to the overwhelming sensations, his release imminent. He shuddered, his breath a ragged groan as she released him and continued her lecture.
"Note, as he approaches maximum pleasure, we pause before he reaches the point of no return. A moment while he breaths. The crest recedes. And now something less intense." She extended her tongue, using just the tip, playing about the head of his rock-hard shaft, avoiding the sensitive underside, pulling away as he pushed forward seeking his release.
And thus, she continued. Demonstrating a technique with her lips or tongue, bringing him right to the very precipice of orgasm, only to stop just shy to address her pupils, noting his reactions and describing her next method and the anticipated effect, before suiting action to word on his hard straining member. Harkaan thrashed and moaned, his mind a fog of pleasure, his entire world consumed by his cock and the exquisite torment of Priestess Kama's expert mouth. Years passed it seemed, though in truth it was but another hour when she released him and bade the girls to gather in close and see how things had progressed.
Harkaan opened his eyes. He was breathing heavily, his heart raced, his straining cock throbbing with each beat. The girls were gathered around, pressing in close trying to see. Most were flush with the heat of their own desire; their nipples erect and visible through the thin fabric of their novitiate's robes. One or two had a hand between their legs, palming their young mounds. Priestess Kama still knelt before him as she continued to address the group of young women.
"As you can see, ladies, we have taken him about as close to the edge as we can. To try to push him any farther would be counterproductive and needlessly cruel. Our goddess is one of love and pleasure, though how those terms are defined and enacted is left largely up to the discretion of the worshipper. Now, you shall witness the consummation of today's ritual. Remember that both the male and female orgasms are sacred and beautiful. They are to be respected as well as sought after. But the Goddess frowns on wasting a man's seed on the cold ground. To accept it within you, one way or another, is the highest form of worship, but today I wish you to observe his climax and learn. There are other ways to do honor to Our Lady as you will see."
She stripped away her robe, leaving her naked to the waist and freeing her ample bosom to the open air. Her breasts were large and full, topped with big dark nipples that were already erect. She had clearly enjoyed the lesson. She then leaned forward and swallowed his hard shaft until Harkaan felt her chin brush against his ball. She worked her tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock from tip to base, to the point of impending orgasm. She then pulled her mouth away, seized his cock in one hand, pointed it at her exposed breasts and gave a few quick tugs. Harkaan's mind exploded along with his cock. He may have cried out, but he was aware only of the glorious rushing release of his orgasm. He ceased to be as his spasming cock became the universe. Wave after wave of hot semen spewed forth directed by Priestess Kama onto her bare breasts. She held on, squeezing and pulling, milking every last drop from his member, until he collapsed in his chains, spent and barely conscious. A sticky white glaze covered her bosom, running down her pale flesh in rivulets, pooling in her cleavage and dripping from one nipple. She began to caress her breasts, spreading the white fluid all over her chest and stomach, paying special attention to her large nipples, until she was covered with a film that glowed softly in the torchlight. She stood and dismissed the girls before turning to face Harkaan as she licked her fingers clean.
"Take him to a cell and see that he is well-fed," she said to the waiting guards. "There is much that he must do tomorrow." He was unchained and half carried by two armored soldiers to a cell, though one furnished with a sturdy if plain bed and furs against the night chill. Food was already set out, simple bread and meat and a jug of watered wine. Simple fare but plenty of it. The guard shut and locked the door behind him before speaking through the bars of the window.
"Get some rest, stud. You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow." The high tone of voice and musical laugh that followed were not the gruff tones of a man. For the first time Harkaan realized that his guards were women. He picked up the jug and drank as he considered his new circumstances. He did not know what his future held, but it promised to be better than death on the arena sands.
