Lord Bryant has been traveling through the rural mountainous..
🕑 Added 2021-05-26 14:11:03 +0000 UTC
Lord Bryant has been traveling through the rural mountainous regions of northern India for hours before coming upon the fiefdom of the Maharaja Sanjaya. The older man finally stepped out of the back of his car into the hot summer sun. He removed his hat and wrapped his forehead. He looked up at the grand palace that stood towering of him. The palace was centuries old and richly decorated in the Mughal imperial style. From the stairs leading from the palace main entrance descended the Maharaja himself with arms outstretched in friendship. Both men were the same age and both considered overweight, however Lord Bryant was fully white headed with a white beard, while the Maharaja was dark head and clean shaven except for a dark mustache.
“Welcome, Lord Bryant, I hope your trip was a comfortable one,” the two men braced in friendship.
“Yes, it was very comfortable,” Lord Bryant lied.
The Maharaja laughed, “you are a liar, my friend.”
Both men laughed as they climbed the stone steps into the palace. “I have some fine treats for you that would make your trip worth it,” the Maharaja put his arm around the English lord’s shoulder.
Later that evening, Lord Bryant and the Maharaja dined in the palace’s elegant dining room. The walls were lined with mirrors and gold as the men lounge on gold pillows. They had just finished an erotic meal.
“With dinner now over, let me show you why you traveled so far my friend,” the Maharaja spoke after both men finished eating.
He clapped his hands together. From the grand doors, entered 7 beautiful half naked Indian men. The younger men were muscular and smooth as they stood before the two old men.
“They are very impressive,” Lord Bryant said as he took a sip of his wine.
“Yes, they were the finest in India, captured for their masculine beauty,” the Maharaja said with pride. “ India is a source often overlooked by the Cartel as a resource of slaves. Please feel free to inspect them.”
Lord Bryant stood up from the cushions and began to inspect each muscular younger man. He started on the right and took his time examining each man. He felt up their developed pecs and washboard abs. They stood emotionlessly as the old man freely ran his hands over them. He was impressed how well trained they were. The Maharaja was known for his training facilities. With their blank eyes, it was obvious that there wasn’t a single independent thought left in the younger men's heads. Their cocks were hard and bulging in their tiny black speedos. The Lord circled each man, feeling their wide v shape back and full round asses.
“If you wish, you can sample any you like,” the Maharaja smiled.
Lord Bryant didn’t reply as he continued to explore each slave. He finally reached the last one. The seventh slave stood a little off from the others. Of the seven he was the most defined, with cobblestone 8 pack abs, bigger full pecs and a high bubble ass that strength the black speedo to its limits. Bryant felt up both massive arms feeling their thickness and stretch. He was truly the most magnificent of the group.
“This one, I will try out this one,” the Lord said as he looked into the slave’s mindless eyes and down to the large bulge in the speedo.
“Good choice,” the Maharaja clapped his hands.
To be continued
