On the throne, he was Ptolemaios XV Kaisar,
Pharaoh, Lord of the Two Lands, First Son of the
Sun and other Gods; on the palatial balcony, he was
declared by his stepfather, Antonius, as King of Kings,
living incarnate as the union of Rome and Egypt---
according to Senatus Populusque Romanus; at the
gilded desk of his ancestors, he was the most
popular adolescent in the world---signatory (as
directed) to many (and sometimes, obscure) decrees,
answers to humble subjects' petitions, and foreign embassies.
But in private moments, like this one with me,
he is---by his own request and insistence---"Just Kai."
Seated at the tiled edge of the shallow, in-floor pool;
his long hair cascading below his shoulder blades
(he dislikes barbers almost as much as he hates shoes);
fully engorged and almost naked, he is clad only in a
perfectly translucent pair of sheer, yellow stockings
(I can hear the gasps of old prudes, and the mutterings of
haters): these sheathe his legs from toes to thighs.
I shall join him in the warmed water, and after we have
played, I will bring him to the peak of erotic pleasure where,
gasping, he will release into my mouth, or between my
buttocks, or on to the water's surface, the profusion of
sweetstuff which his core has been confecting all morning.
Starward-Led