Captive Temple Priest

The nights had become as this night, with Serquet dancing, naked, for Adamu in the king’s bed chamber as the general lay in luxury, propped up on the bed pillows and swilling strong wine. Following this, Serquet came up on the bed and charmed Adamu with what had been the victory blessing ritual of frotting their cocks together and introducing the general to the intimacy of the marriage of the cocks with the gold rod and the sheathing of Serquet’s cock bulb with Adamu’s foreskin until lust overtook the general and he performed a reenactment of the deflowering of the high priest.

Late into the night, Serquet moved from Adamu’s encircling embrace, tonguing down the hirsute, hard-muscled body to Adamu’s shaft, which Serquet brought to hardness with his mouth before climbing on top of the general, sheathing the shaft, and moving in a variety of ways on the cock until the general awakened enough to grab Serquet’s waist and slam him cruelly up and down on the long, thick cock, with Serquet screaming in pain-pleasure until both were spent again.

Adamu liked to conquer by force and Serquet liked the sensation of being taken cruelly without his choice. In later years, it would help him rationalize that he did what he had to do and endured much hardship in the effort.