"I really must train you to have better manners." She made her stately way to the door. "Jin-Lien, I leave him to you. You'll need this of course," she held out the enameled vial "and I'll send Linnie up with a tray later." As she pulled the door closed behind her, Lawrence heard the unmistakable sound of a bolt sliding home.

He turned his attention back to Jin-Lien. For all his feminine attire, girlish smoothness and epicene coquetry, the boy had a true man's cock, sprouting proudly from its sparse nest of silky-looking black curls.

"You should relax." Jin-Lien's voice was soft, but not at all womanish. "After all, I won't hurt you." He paused thoughtfully. "Not unless you make me." Slight as he was, he hardly seemed capable of carrying out such a threat, but he spoke so firmly!

"Please... what is this place? What is going to happen to me?" Lawrence hated the weakness of his words, the quaver in his voice, the fear that he couldn't quite banish. If only he could clear his head, shake the strange, voluptuous weariness that had fallen over him!

Jin-Lien's smile was foxlike, baring his perfect white teeth. "This is the Hundred Lotus Garden, and your fate is to be whatever Mei-Lien decrees for you." He had seated himself next to Lawrence on the narrow cot, and was caressing him with those frightfully knowing hands of his. "You really needn't be afraid, though. Mei-Lien can be most dreadfully strict, but I have never known her to be needlessly cruel." He bent his head, his face hovering over Lawrence's chest. His breath was warm, and his hair smelled of exotic spices. He straddled Lawrence's waist and laid a hand against his cheek. "And when she is pleased, her rewards can be most generous."

The last of Lawrence's will to resist melted away as Jin-Lien took one of his nipples between his full lips and applied gentle suction before nipping him lightly with those wicked little teeth. Jin-Lien chuckled at the low groan this elicited. "You see? It will only get easier, in time." He stroked Lawrence's face before moving his hand to twine in his hair. "Ah... so not all of you is resisting, after all!"

It was true. Lawrence's traitorous prick, remembering the earlier touch of Jin-Lien's mouth, had swollen once more. The slim little voluptuary lowered himself to sit between Lawrence's legs, and grasped in firmly in one dainty little hand. "You see? He knows what is good for you!" He lowered his head, and Lawrence felt his cock twitch, eager to feel the embrace of Jin-Lien's skilled lips once again. But this was not the lad's intent. Lawrence gave a startled gasp as the boy parted his legs with his free hand and dove his nimble tongue straight into his arsehole! He wriggled in surprise, causing his prick to thrust out in Jin-Lien's tight grip. And he had thought the creature an incubus before! Were there no end to the pleasurable torments the little he-minx seemed bent on inflicting? His tongue writhed like a very eel! When Jin-Lien lifted his head, Lawrence whimpered.

"Did I not tell you it would get easier? Now you're going to beg me to fuck you."

Lawrence blinked. Surely he couldn't be serious! Jin-Lien's face was all but expressionless as he uncorked the little enameled vial, pouring straw-colored oil into his cupped palm. He seemed to have forgotten Lawrence's presence altogether as he caressed his own stiff cock, stroking the oil into the smooth skin. Lawrence found himself unable to look away as the young man pleasured himself, head thrown back, tiny feet kicking at the air. He was startled to notice the tight fabric (bandages?) wound about his feet under the delicate little slippers, but it wasn't enough to hold his attention. Jin-Lien's breath was coming in sharp little gasps as his nimble fingers twirled and slid about the length of his throbbing prick, and Lawrence's own cock twitched and jumped in sympathy. Just as he was convinced that the young man would shoot his seed at any moment, Jin-Lien's pumping hand slowed to a stop. When he opened his eyes, their feral gleam was more pronounced than ever.

"Are you ready to beg? No? You will, soon enough." Jin-Lien poured a little more of the oil into his hand, and began to coat Lawrence's cock with a thin layer of the stuff. His touch was maddeningly light, a feathery tease that promised delights just out of reach. "Not enough, is it?" He trailed the very tips of his fingers along the length of Lawrence's aching shaft, never breaking contact, but also never applying enough pressure to do more than torment. With his other hand, he doused his own cock with a fresh layer of oil. "You know I can give you what you need."

Lawrence tried to speak, but all he could produce was a strangled groan that changed to a startled squeak as Jin-Lien pressed the head of his greased cock against his still-damp arsehole. The little demon grinned like a child at play, pulling his hand away from Lawrence's throbbing prick, but holding it so near that he could feel the heat of the boy's palm.

"Tell me you want it." His voice was low and teasing, but the air of command was unmistakable.

"I...." Lawrence's voice failed him again.

"Tell me, or I'll stop."

"Please...." The effort to produce that one syllable was surely all he could muster! But it was not enough.

"Please what? Please get up and leave you be?" What evil merriment flashed in Jin-Lien's dark eyes!

"No!" The word was almost a cry.

"Is it so difficult for you, truly?" Horribly, blessedly, Jin-Lien's words held a tinge of sympathy, and (o the damnable pleasure of it!) he laid one soft little hand full along the length of Lawrence's cock. It was only after closing his eyes that Lawrence was able to nod. "Then I shall cease tormenting you for now."

With a single, slow thrust, he drove his prick in, up to the very hilt. Lawrence's whimpering turned to groans of ecstatic surrender as the lad grasped his cock and began to pump it firmly, in time with his gentle thrusts.

"You see? Did I not speak the truth?" But the boy's breath was quickening already. It was not long before he gave a great shout and collapsed wearily across Lawrence's broad chest, resting his lips in the hollow of his throat. Lawrence, too, had been brought to the very brink, and Jin-Lien's final cry of pleasure was enough to put him over the edge. He spurted his seed, coating both of their bellies, mixing with their combined sweat. They lay there, entwined and panting, until the noise of the door being startled Lawrence to bolt upright.