Gay Toy in the Maharajah's Palace
Fresh out of his doctoral program, Elliot's offered a job at the ISEEC institute, where researchers experience the memories of people from history. But the AI that run Elliot's lab has a predilection for memories involving hot gay sex with powerful men, and he's soon in over his head when he enters the memory of a Persian slave. How will Elliot deal with being captive in the Maharajah's Palace? More
Fresh out of his doctoral program, Elliot's offered a job at the prestigious ISEEC institute, where researchers experience the memories of people from history. But the AI that handles Elliot's lab has a certain predilection for memories involving hot gay sex with powerful men, and he's soon in over his head when he's deposited in the memory of a slave steward in Mehrengarh Fort. How will Elliot deal with captivity in the Maharajah's Palace?
Warning: this short erotic story is intended for adults only and contains first time gay sex, a lecherous AI, a gaggingly strong blowjob, a power-bottom Rajasthani ruler, and questionable historical validity, and may lead to one-handed reading.
But his hands weren't leaving Elliot's body, and the steward's body shuddered hungrily under the touch. The Rajah drifted lower, feeling the rapid pulse of his heartbeat, brushing under the inner edge of the open vest, gliding across a nipple that stiffened instantly at the contact.
“Still... he has brought me something new,” he mused. “Something I've not yet tried. Are you slave or servant? Don't tell me you're a princess cursed into a man's shape. Lies are an affront to Allah."
“Both, my lord,” Elliot stammered. “I... I am yours, to do with as you... as you please.”
Deep brown eyes regarded him for a moment, and then fingers closed roughly over his nipple, twisting it until he gasped. “Then let us see how well I love this shape of yours,” the Maharajah said. And decisively, like he was claiming a prize, he pulled Elliot to him.
Their lips met like a tide hitting the beach, the Rajah's hard and unyielding at first, softening quickly as he teased at Elliot's hungry mouth. Teeth scraped against Elliot's lower lip, pulling him off-balance into the waiting circle of the Maharajah's strong arms, and he could feel the vest being pulled free, exposing his lithe young body.
The Rajah leaned back for a moment, taking in the sight with a critical eye, then nodded firmly and cupped one of Elliot's pecs in his palm. “Yes,” he decided. “Yes, I think this will be a gift worthy of me.”