El-Hani - A Story of Ancient Anatolia - parts 7 and 8

Life as the Consort to the High Priestess, and the conditioning and 
training El-Hani undergoes, which will culminate in his final 
erection and ejaculation.  
The High Priestess uses him as an in-vivo classroom aid at an 
anatomy class for priestess-trainees.

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El-Hani - The Consort – Part 7

Once his genitals had been, to his more childish mind, mere 
appendages: a penis you peed with, testicles you hoped wouldn’t get 
hit by anyone.  Then the discovery of the pleasure they could bring 
him: nights stroking his hardness, seeking release, head filled 
with feverish and indistinct images.  Trying to conceal the 
occasional daytime erections, set off by the most unpredictable 
events – seeing a woman in a certain way, a glimpse of her breast 
or the outline of the gentle mound between her legs, or sometimes 
just a scent that would waft his way, like that day at the market 
...

As the Chosen, everything changed.  Childhood play, and boyhood 
companions, were mostly gone.  Sex was no longer an indistinct 
vision of adulthood, beyond the horizon.  It permeated his life 
now, had become part of the foundation of his daily life.  It was 
seldom casual or offhand, but religiously, benevolently directed.  
At a very impressionable age he entered a program of training, with 
powerful, centuries-old elements of classical conditioning that 
shaped his mind, his body, and his responses to carefully-scripted 
stimuli.

His body, and the hormones coursing through it, were the raw 
material, the clay which the High Priestess and millennia-old 
training regimes sculpted into something extraordinary.  El-Hani 
did not understand what they had made him, how different he was 
from his old friends.  Capable of exceptional sexual stamina when 
called for, or weeks of abstinence when the rituals demanded it, he 
had also been conditioned to respond erotically to specific stimuli 
and surroundings.  Presenting the ritual semen collection bowl now 
reliably induced a rapid erection; the pleasure of extended manual 
stimulation, and the final release the ultimately accompanied it, 
were the most effective conditioning elements anyone could have 
chosen.  The response they sought – his erections – became in 
themselves a self-reinforcing source of pleasure.

El-Hani had been carefully chosen, as well.  Few boys would respond 
erotically, even given their nakedness and the nature of the 
questions, in the intimidating situations in which the boys were 
interviewed. El-Hani was one of the few, and they sought and 
treasured his kind.

Relations with the High Priestess

His physical relation with the High Priestess took several forms.  
About every ten days there was ritual intercourse, occasionally 
timed to coincide with her most fertile time of the month.  There 
was sex simply for pleasure and release, where they might pleasure 
each other with fingers, lips and tongues for hours before 
explosive orgasms.  And, once a month, he underwent a week-long 
period of abstinence and training.  The daily routine consisted of 
an hour or more, twice a day, of focused genital stimulation – 
without orgasm.  The High Priestess – sometimes accompanied by 
other priestesses – would keep him aroused, close to orgasm, for 
most of that tortuous time.

He was not to touch himself during this week.  His body screamed 
for release, the pressure in his groin grew to a throbbing ache; on 
the seventh day she carefully brought him to, and then over, that 
sweet edge.  Another priestess positioned the semen-collection bowl 
in time to catch his ejaculation, splashing forcefully against 
brass.  The collection was sprinkled onto the gardens, later.

He was being subjected to a powerful form of conditioning.  It 
didn’t take too many sessions before the simple presentation of the 
ritual collection bowl would bring him to a rapid and rigid 
erection.  After several months she carefully added other elements 
to the ritual.  She made him stand, back against a column, and the 
priestesses collected his semen from that position.  Then they 
began to bind his hands and feet to the column, so he could not 
move while she worked on him.  

She brought tools from the workshop, and occasionally from the 
kitchen, and at his peak of arousal would use them to further 
stimulate him.  The touch of cold brass or bronze, gliding along 
the rigid shaft of his penis, or pressing into it, became familiar 
– and intensely arousing.  Bound helplessly to a wooden pillar, 
legs spread wide, pelvis thrust forward by a pillow behind his 
buttocks – he had never felt more vulnerable, his genitals more 
exposed, or his erections harder, than at these moments.

She would press the (carefully chosen) none-too-sharp blade of a 
brass kitchen knive against the oiled shaft of his penis at the 
base, while her other hand stroked him toward climax.  He gasped at 
the sensation, the sharp bite of the blade against his exquisitely-
sensitive flesh, the tease of threat, the game of love and 
separation.  

“What do you think?” she would ask him.  “This flesh” - (she used 
the word which most literally translates as “meat”) – “this flesh 
is such a distraction for you, so annoying” –– “would you like me 
to remove it for you? – but I do like it, attached to you.”  She 
would feign indecision, pressing the blade here, then there, into 
his hardness, slide it to a point mid-shaft – “Maybe half of it?”  
She didn’t hide her smile at her game, or her loving devotion to 
his pleasure, and a few seconds later she would coerce huge arcing 
spurts from his still-attached member, while his body convulsed and 
heaved against his bonds.

The conditioning was more than simple intuition on her part; the 
progression of his training was prescribed by over five centuries 
of accumulated practice, documented in the Temple’s religious 
manuals, and by a decade of her own training under the tutelage of 
her predecessors.

She carefully – apparently casually – tested its effectiveness 
after 4 months of bondage and knife play.  She engaged him in 
offhand conversation one day in the dining hall.  She was eating at 
her small private table and requested that he approach her.  He 
stood politely in front of her as she ate, and she asked him about 
the progress of his scribe lessons.  She was eating mizulte, a 
mixture of vegetables and meat in a thin but tough bread wrapper.  
The bread was rolled into a cylinder around the mixture, about two 
inches in diameter and eight inches long on her platter.  As he 
talked, she pulled from her belt scabbard the same brass kitchen 
knife, and carefully sliced off bite-sized pieces of the rolled 
bread-tube with it.  She chewed thoughtfully as she listened, 
engaging his eyes with hers, not revealing the real focus of her 
attention  She slowly cut more slices and ate, her eyes seemingly 
only moving between her meal and his young face.

Within two minutes she detected a slight protrusion in the front of 
his tunic, and in another he found it was impossible to hide.  His 
face flushed, he searched for excuses to leave, or to sit, but she 
would give him none.  Soon his erection was impudently thrusting 
the front of his tunic out its full 7 inches, and she smiled, 
thanked him, and finally dismissed him.  

El-Hani knew, without her ever saying it, the reason for the 
training.  It all culminated in a single event, now a scant seven 
months away, after which his penis would be just a memory.  
Training assured the desired response when that moment arrived.  No 
matter how many eyes observed, no matter the gravity, the finality 
of the act, or any fear of pain – her hands, the bowl, the cold 
touch of the blade itself would bring about his final erection, and 
provoke his last ejaculation.


El-Hani - Anatomy Class – Part 8

Once, when the High Priestess judged his conditioning sufficient, 
she asked him if he would assist her with a class of priestess-
trainees.  His curiosity – and more – was aroused, but she merely 
smiled at the questions he peppered her with and would provide no 
details.

Priestess-trainees were aged 15 to 22 years.  A few would drop out, 
but most went on to become full-fledged priestesses by age 22 or 
23.  These years were in part characterized by sexual 
experimentation typical of women of that age, which Temple teachers 
formalized into courses of instruction in the art and science of 
love and human sexual response.  Classes combined formal lectures 
with personal training and occasional “in vivo” demonstrations.  It 
was for this last purpose that the High Priestess recruited his 
help.  

This particular class was selected from girls who had had little or 
no personal experience with adolescent or adult males.  All were 
virgins; some had participated in adolescent sex-play typical of 
that age, but they were otherwise inexperienced.  Few had seen male 
anatomy close-up or “in operation”.   Today was the class in which 
that deficiency would be remedied.

He had guessed at the intent of the class, but found the reality at 
first more daunting than his imagination.  The girls were all 
talking loudly and laughing when the High Priestess entered the 
room, with him close behind.  The girls quickly hushed and went to 
their assigned seats – short 3-legged stools – when they came in.  
She had given him some brief instructions just before they entered, 
so he had a few guidelines to remember.

She introduced him to the class – not identifying him as the 
Chosen, though – and then pointed him to a seat in the corner, near 
the front.  Then she lectured for about 15 minutes, a thorough 
introduction to male physiology, with a focus on the external 
genitalia.  When she finished, she motioned him to the front of the 
class with her.

El-Hani was a strong, larger-than-average youth.  His young frame 
was already muscled like a man’s, from four years of wrestling 
stone blocks for his father.  The girls reacted in the predictable 
manner of adolescents everywhere – some grinned to each other, 
there were whispers and giggles in the back, and a few looked 
apprehensive.  Momentarily he felt intimidated – having learned, 
from the High Priestess’ brief instructions just before the class, 
that she intended to demonstrate male sexual response.  What if he 
didn’t get hard?  Naive as they might be, surely these girls know 
by now (especially after the lecture portion of class) that that 
was supposed to happen.

He was dressed in his usual course-spun tunic, a light fabric for 
the summer heat.  She told him to take off his sandals first.  The 
smooth floor was refreshingly cool to the soles of his feet.  Then 
she said, “Now, we’ll show you the male genitals ... take off your 
tunic please.”  She helped him pull it up and over his head, and 
off.  He was naked, completely exposed to every eye in the 
classroom.  

“Now step up onto the platform.”  In the front of the classroom was 
a long, low table, its top a half-meter above the floor.  He 
stepped up carefully.

“Turn sideways, please.”  She had told him, in her brief 
instructions before class, that she would position him so they 
could view him from the side.  He was not to make eye contact with 
the students.  She stood behind the table, facing the class, so she 
wouldn’t block their view of him.  

Now he was fully visible to the class, his penis jutting down 
between partly-spread legs, higher than eye level for the seated 
students.  He was wondering how the High Priestess was going to 
provoke an erection.  He has never felt more exposed in his life.  
The High Priestess began talking about the penis, and the process 
of erection.

In a moment, the awareness of every eye in the room focused on his 
penis – while the High Priestess described its imminent erection – 
dissolved all his apprehension.  He felt a hot rush pour into his 
groin; at the same time, the High Priestess set down, on the table 
just in front of his feet, the small semen collection bowl she used 
with him several times a month.  This was a calculated move on her 
part, and she saw that it had the intended effect.  His flaccid 
penis grew rapidly, expanding and hanging downward with ever-
increasing length.  As this was happening, she described to the 
class how each beat of his heart pumped more blood into the organ.  
The sensation of heat pouring into his penis was overwhelming.

“See how it continues to lengthen,” she was saying, and she held 
out a finger so it just touched the tip, following it down.  Her 
light touch to his glans radiated with a tingling shock up the 
length of his shaft, and the progress of his erection accelerated.

“Now, even though it’s longer and thicker, it isn’t hard ... I can 
compress it, like this ...” She moved her hand so the thumb was 
underneath, and two fingers on the top, mid-shaft; she raised his 
penis to the horizontal, and squeezed hard.  The touch of her cool 
fingers on his overheated skin was electrifying.   She was 
squeezing his shaft nearly flat, with surprising strength.  His 
glans swelled even larger, reddish-purple hued.  She released the 
pressure and lowered his penis gently, giving the underside a quick 
stroke up and down with her thumb before releasing it.

“A man’s penis is like a wineskin, sewn in a tube-like shape”, she 
said.  “If you pour wine into it, it’s still soft.  But if you fill 
it, and then try to force even more wind into it, it can get very 
hard.  It can become a strong rigid tube, even though it’s just a 
skin filled with liquid.”  His penis was now visibly rising, 
inching up in discrete steps with each beat of his thudding heart.

“Look closely at his penis now.  It grows no larger, but his body 
forces more blood into it.  As its pressure rises, the tube becomes 
straighter.  The shaft of his penis extends far into his body, 
horizontally...”  She drew a fingertip along the rising underside 
of his shaft, starting at the very tip and tracing its entire 
length, reaching and pressing up into his scrotum, following its 
internal course far back between his legs.  His penis jumped upward 
another centimeter at the touch; a few girls giggled in the back of 
the room.  “ ... so the external part of his penis, the part you 
can see, rises to become horizontal, and even higher, as it grows 
more rigid.”

His erection progressed rapidly.  In moments his penis stood 
straight out from his body, and still it rose, more slowly, above 
the horizontal.

“Now if I apply the same pressure” – she brought her fingers and 
thumb back, and slowly applied pressure again at mid-shaft – “now 
it’s rigid, and quite hard.  I can barely compress it, using the 
same pressure as before.”  Her touch, on his hot, full erection, 
now felt even more arousing.  It took an effort to stay still and 
not thrust into her firm grip. 

Somehow, his disciplined straight-ahead gaze was drawn to the side, 
toward one of the students.  An older girl sat at the far edge of 
the class, almost facing him, near the back.  Her steady gaze, 
directed at his erection, was one of studious curiosity.  He felt a 
flush of arousal that seemed to simultaneously hit his face and 
groin; his penis, which he was sure couldn’t get any harder, bobbed 
up a final half-centimeter.  Then her eyes flicked up and suddenly 
their gazes locked.  She blushed visibly but didn’t restrain a 
quick, shy smile.

“When he’s in this condition”, the High Priestess was saying, “he 
man is ready for sex.”  The girl’s attention returned to his 
genitals.  She squirmed on her stool, crossed her legs, then 
uncrossed them again, as if she couldn’t get comfortable.  Her face 
was flushed, and she was clearly hoping no one would notice.  El-
Hani was struck by her resemblance to the High Priestess, except in 
being perhaps half her age, and without the air of authority the 
High Priestess normally projected.  He looked back at the wall in 
front of him.

“The man can continue in this aroused state for a short time, or 
for hours, with the right stimulation.  Many of you have never 
touched a man’s genitals before.  I want you to all come up to the 
table, and, with your hands, explore his penis and scrotum – 
testicles – for a few minutes.  Nothing is off-limits; the are no 
rules about what to touch and what not to touch.”  The girls looked 
at each other, some grinned, and a couple in the back giggled 
nervously.  Several in the front stood up and stepped forward, 
apprehensively, silently daring each other to go first.

“Go ahead”, said the High Priestess to the nearest.  “It’s not 
going to bite you.”  There was general laughter, and the girl 
reached up tentatively, slowly stroking one finger the length of 
his erection.  

“Oh, it’s so hot !” she exclaimed.  The High Priestess nodded.  
“Wrap your hand around it, give it a squeeze to get some idea of 
its rigidity.”  The girl’s cool fingers wrapped around his penis, 
thumb underneath, and squeezed gently.  

“Oh my, it’s so ... I never thought a boy’s thing could get so 
hard!”  Some of the girls behind her, emboldened, pushed forward 
now, shyness gone, clamoring for their turn.  In a few moments 
their hands were all over him.

“Be gentle with his testicles”, cautioned the High Priestess.  “His 
penis can take rough handling, but a man’s testicles are very 
sensitive to pressure.”  One of the girls pulled his penis far down 
and then released it, to watch it spring back up and oscillate for 
several cycles.  Others explored the hidden length of his penis far 
back into the perineum, following the rigid shaft through the skin 
behind his scrotum.  The rolled his testicles gently between their 
fingers, comparing them to “big grapes”.  The exquisite pleasure of 
so much handling, and he closed his eyes to focus on the pure 
sensation of touch, not knowing where he would feel the next stroke 
or squeeze, unable to keep track of how many hands were on him.  
Finally most of the girls had had their turn, gone back to their 
stools, and he wanted to come, desperately.  The last pair of hands 
traversed the length of his penis; he felt one hand wrap around his 
testicles, pulling down gently, and then the other began firm 
strokes on his shaft.  He looked down in surprise; it was the girl 
who had smiled at him.  She caught his eye, gave him a quick, bold 
grin, then ...

“All right, Anya” came the High Priestess’ voice.  “That’s my job.  
You may sit down now.”  The girl’s finger disengaged, lingered, 
trailing the length of his erection, gave it a quick squeeze and 
then were gone.  Looking slightly chastised, she returned to her 
seat.  The High Priestess continued her lecture.  

“If the man is stimulated enough, he releases his seed.  This 
happens when his penis forces semen down its length, expelling it 
from the opening at the tip.”  She began pouring a small pool of 
olive oil into the palm of one hand as she spoke.

“During sex with a woman, he releases his seed into her vagina 
after a series of in and out movements.”  She began spreading the 
oil over his hot, taut skin as she talked.

“We can give him some of the same sensations as a woman’s vagina, 
using our hands, and oil for lubrication.”  She began long, 
rhythmic strokes with her oil-slicked hand, squeezing his erection 
with familiar strength.  He closed his eyes again, letting all his 
attention focus on the sensations emanating from his rigid penis.  
Her voice seemed to become distant, as she continued with a 
clinical description of a man’s genital responses to continued 
stimulation, the testicles pulling up in his scrotum, the onset of 
orgasm, the first stage of ejaculation ... 

He felt the pressure of boiling semen building as her strokes 
increased in speed.  From their months together, she knew exactly 
how to play him – her fist now pumping him relentlessly, thudding 
into his hard stomach muscles at the end of each stroke.  Her other 
hand reached up and behind, between his legs, and began deep-
massaging the internal length of his penis in the perineum, pulling 
on his balls.  In his self-absorption he was oblivious to the fact 
that no priestess held the bowl to receive his semen.

The High Priestess felt the first spasm of incipient ejaculation 
and began slower, full-length strokes of his straining shaft, at 
the same time raising it so it pointed up at almost a 45-degree 
angle.  Eyes still closed, he felt his semen coursing up and out 
like a river through bursting dam – breathed fast, and suddenly 
gasped.  His eyes flew open, watched a long spurt of pearly-white 
droplets fly up and away, arcing as high as his head and down 
again.  They had not yet splashed on the stone-tiled floor before 
he lauched his second spurt, accelerated by her synchonized squeeze-
release technique on his throbbing shaft.

Some of the girls gasped in astonishment at the force of his 
ejaculation; a few others covered their mouths to suppress 
giggles.  His glance fell momentarily on the girl called Anya.  She 
sat near the back, at the edge of the group, where the others could 
not see her.  Her eyes were focused on his penis with rapt 
attention, mouth partly open as she breathed harder, left hand 
absently – completely unconsciously – pressed between her legs, 
moving almost imperceptibly.