Here I was, buffed, handsome (as many of the others around me) and quite naked as men from other lands wandered through the bazaar and selected their sex partners for the next month. I, like the other men wearing only a smile and our identifying golden ankle cuff, stood while some handsome men and not so handsome men felt my muscled chest, abs and thighs as well as squeezed my full bubbled ass cheeks and fondled my heavy cock and balls. This was the second week of my turn at the bazaar, and the lottery that provided the men to the bazaar was the means in which to stop our planets sovereign nations from all out war.

One hundred years ago Sbagea, my home planet, was in danger of being totally destroyed. The three largest nations were at war, and with the speed of giants they had virtually gobbled up the smaller nations so that the planet was completely split three ways. Now facing each other, it would only take the action of one of the three rulers to initiate the war and, with each nation having an ultimate high magic weapon that could wipe out two thirds of the planet, it was highly unlikely any would survive. This is the catastrophe that faced the planet until two things happened that changed our entire lives.

A massive plague hit the planet, no one side knowing where it came from, that within a short three months had killed the entire female population and converted all the males that hadn't died yet in the war to lovers of their own sex. Still highly aggressive and now without their usual sexual release, the males of the planet turned to each other for their gratification, but found that in a world of all 'tops' that it was nearly impossible to find another man willing to be anally penetrated. Finally, somebody noticed this phenomenon and suggested a way for the war to end by having a lottery whereby each nation's men would randomly select fellows to be 'bottoms' for one month, and the other two nations' men would be the 'tops' for them. In this way, the aggressive urge that had pushed the nations into war could be satisfied, and why not satisfy the sexual urge at the same time. Science, when it had discovered a way to clone the remaining males to continue some form of population, had also figured out how to destroy all known diseases, so pretty much men only died from accident or from old age. Sexually transmitted diseases were a thing of the past and since men couldn't impregnate other men, no contraceptive device was required either. Delegates brought this suggestion to the rulers' attention and, within a few months the sex bazaar lottery was born.

The lottery worked like this. No male under the age of 19 or over the age of 40 were included in the lottery pool. When a boy turned 19, he was assigned a number and this was added to the lottery pool. When a man turned 40, his number was destroyed and he no longer had to answer the lottery call, although in a few years it was obvious that some men had developed a liking to being 'bottoms' and volunteered for the service as long as their looks and bodies held up. On the last day of every month, men in every nation would be notified if their number came up and then they would have the remainder of the day to prepare themselves for the sex bazaar. Employers were instructed to allow this time off so no penalties existed for those who were called up and the nations established a fund (from the old war funds) that would pay those serving their wages so that their families would be provided for and the employer would not have to pay for wages for no work performed.

On the first day of the service, the man would report by noon to one of the three sex bazaar centers that were at the borders of each nation. Their clothing would be removed from them and then a golden cuff would be affixed to their right ankle by magical means. Written on this cuff would be their first name in the planetary language and also their lottery number. They would then enter a bathing chamber to clean themselves and then appear on the mile-long auction walk. Similar to a job, they would appear for four hours in the mornings, break for lunch, four hours in the afternoon, break for dinner, and then for four hours longer appear for an evening shift. If any man was not selected by this time, they were sent to resting barracks where they would be allowed to play with each other, sleep, clean themselves again, and repeat the process for the next 29 days. If a man was selected, he would report to his new 'top' and then perform sexual service for that 'top' for either the remaining 29 days or until the 'top' tired of the service and returned the man to the bazaar. In either case, the lottery service was considered performed at that time and the cuff would dissipate into gold coins for the now released man. After services were performed, no man's number would appear in the lottery again for one full year, but then would be added back to the pool.

Early on it had been decided, to protect its citizens from each other during this time, that the 'top' and 'bottom' must never come from the same nation, so men from the other nations would be selecting those men from my nation. In this way it was also thought that any nation's lust for glory and power would be satisfied by plunging their cocks into the old enemy's surrendered asshole. It was working quite well as even the men who were servicing the 'tops' decided that losing the clutch of their assholes for a brief period of time was far better than dying.

My number had come up last month, and so far I'd not been selected by anyone, although to my eye I was one of the better-looking ones. I was still considered young by my people at age 24, my pecs full, my abs rippled and my thighs thunderous with muscle. Most young men only had pubic hair and some hair under their arms, but I had a nice coating of brown hair on my arms and legs, with a little trail from my belly button running down to mix in with the brown tangles of my pubic hair. My butt was much fuller than those I'd seen selected before and my cock was much bigger, so why was I still standing here? If I wasn't selected after the 29 days, my number could come up again, with only a month's time in between rather than an year. I decided to bend the rules a little and began playing with myself a bit, getting my cock thicker and harder and pumping my muscled body up a bit to show off the goods.

I got the attention of one fine looking fellow from the eastern nation, his body looking fine under the silk robe he wore, the pale yellow tint to his skin and his jetty black hair giving my cock a bit more urge upwards. This drew his eye, and I wildly hoped he was one of those guys who selected big dicked men as they wanted to be fucked rather than do the job themselves. He sauntered over to me and critically looked me over, pulling on my thick uncut dick with one hand while hefting my heavy balls in his other. I was turned around and bent over (to my dismay, as this usually means I'd be the receiver) and my butt cheeks pulled apart with a little massaging before my asshole was thoroughly inspected and my clutching ability checked with his index finger. I guess he was satisfied, for in a trice the magic of the bazaar ported me from the auction catwalk to stand beside the man and my number was marked on the rolls as "engaged in service."

I was still naked, although my new 'top' could allow me articles of clothing, etc. and many did allow their 'bottoms' to wear waist wraps or even very short shorts while serving them. It was very rare for a 'bottom' to wear something above the waist, although it was usually done if the 'top' was taking the new 'bottom' back to his country for the service period. No 'bottom' would be put into a situation where they could get sun burnt or scarred by anything the 'top' did to them, and indeed, as soon as my 'top' signed that he'd accepted me he immediately began applying a lotion to my skin that would protect me from the harsher sun levels of his own nation. I did enjoy his ministrations, his touch firm yet gentle as he stroked the lotion over my entire body, even between my ass cheeks and inside me. His glance at me when I gasped and looked at him as his lotion soaked finger entered my asshole showed me amusement and desire, and I awaited his first sexual request with interest.

He had good control of that desire, however, as we walked past the area directly beside the bazaar with the instant service couches. These were designed for younger males that had to get their rocks off as quickly as possible, in fact many of the couches, with their curved backs and handy lubricant stations, were being used by these young men that frantically plunged into their new 'bottom's' bottom. The sight of this sexual activity was turning me on and my cock rose proudly up before me, amusing my 'top' and causing him to lead me through the city to the portal stations by holding my hard cock and gently pulling me along by it, to the delight of the crowd around us.

We arrived at the portal to his nation and within the hour I was inside his bed chamber, waiting as he began removing his clothing before my eyes. I had been luckier than I'd thought, for as the silk slid from his body, he revealed a wide shouldered, narrow waisted form with musculature that was similar to mine, the short black hair at his crotch and under his arms the only hair on his body below his neck. Full pecs, tight abs, the works were there and as I gazed upon his naked body I felt my cock lock into full desire, his half smile becoming a feral grin of desire as his own cock rose grandly to full arousal.

I almost moaned when he walked over and placed my hand upon his turgid member, whispering into my ear that it was his pleasure to have me wet his shaft with my mouth and then place his cock into my lubed asshole. I dropped to my knees and performed the service as requested, my mouth wrapped around his thick cock and getting it wet with my spit as much as possible, for I knew that the more that was on it the more comfortable the fucking would be for the two of us. When he was sufficiently prepared, he pulled away from me and, turning me around by my shoulders, bent me forward and bade me to put my hands at my ankles. He pushed my legs wider, then put the tip of his cock against my quivering and greasy asshole. This man was generously allowing me to accustom my ass to his invasion, taking his time to enter me while others may have just forced their way in and the beginning of our fuck being rather painful to the 'bottom.' Of course, if any form of damage came from such treatment the 'top' could find himself my 'bottom' for the rest of the term and so every man, even if they took their 'bottom' abruptly, paid close attention to what their 'bottom' was feeling. All too soon my man was inside me, and then he leaned his body over mine, his pecs pressing into my back as he wrapped his arms around me and whispered sweetly that he wanted me to enjoy this as well.

I found that he fit me rather well, and soon he was up to a good fucking speed, pistoning in and out of me as fast as his hips and muscled thighs could move his cock. A string of precum oozed from my cock as it dangled between my legs, the strand connecting to my lower thigh and dribbles on each thrust against my prostate running down the strand to then run down my leg. I could only grunt and moan, the feelings were so intense and my 'top' wasn't letting his hands be idle. As he slowed down occasionally, he allowed his hands to move over my chest and abs, a few times even reaching below me to grasp my cock and stroke me a bit in time with his thrusts, his hand getting the precum upon it so that his gentle jacking of my cock would be comfortable to me. I was almost at the end of my ability to hold back, and he could sense it, for he whispered that I was allowed to cum when I needed to and that little whisper against my ear followed by a light nibble was all it took.

My orgasm might have caught both of us by surprise, as I'd been told that I clamp down good and strong with my anal muscles when I shoot my load. This time was no exception and as my seed shot to the floor between my legs, my 'top' gasped from the intense pressure on his member and then blew his own load deep inside me, the jets against my prostate keeping my own orgasm going long after I'd been able to do so by myself. When we'd both finished emptying our balls (or so it seemed), he carefully pulled out of me and helped me to wobbly stand up.

We walked over to a bathing area and he tenderly washed my body from head to toe, the cloth he used to wash me with at once scratch and also soft, the feeling of it against my cock head and my abused asshole almost sent me into another orgasm. He grinned and reached around me to grasp my balls firmly, giving them a tug that somehow kept me interested but unable to cum. A faint whisper told me that he wanted me to save up for later that night and that between now and then we'd eat and then relax, although it was his intent to keep me sexually charged the entire time. With a chuckle he said it was the most exquisite torture he could device that wouldn't leave a mark but keep me fully attuned to him at all times. I could only moan as his hands running over my body with that cloth was driving me crazy with desire.

All too soon the cleansing was over, a bucket of warm water was dumped over me and I was taken to a room where warmed air blew up from the small spaces between the slats in the floor. We stood there until our skin and hair dried sufficiently, then my 'top' put on a short silk house robe and took me to an eating area where the most gorgeous food lay for us to eat. He fed me, some times seriously with a set of chopsticks I'd never seen before but saw how they worked in a master's hand, and sometimes he'd place some piece of food upon his chest where the robe lay open for me to bend forward to eat it or put that food upon my body somewhere so that he'd eat it off of me. When thin slices of fish were applied singly to my cock and then carefully licked off I was close to cumming again, but a good tug on my balls put me back to equilibrium. This went on all the rest of the day, when we were finished I was instructed to lay beside my 'top' as he stroked and fondled my naked body, pulling on my balls whenever I showed the start of potential orgasm. Naturally, by the time my 'top' removed his silk robe to begin our second sexual exercise, I could have blown my load if he so much as touched me!

This second exercise was even more intense, and when I was allowed to cum I must have shot my load across the room! My 'top' whispered in my ear as he rested atop me from his own massive orgasm that he found me highly attractive and that he was a man on some influence. I smiled and kissed him, and soon we fell asleep just like we were, his body on mine and our crotches pressed firmly together.

The next ten days were a lot like the same, and where he got his sexual power I have no idea, although my own ability to shoot heavy loads two or three times a day was surprising even me. We did eat rather more often than my people did, five or six smaller meals throughout the day rather than the larger three meals of my people. I could see how this process not only kept one's energy 'topped up,' but also kept a fellow from feeling too heavy for any exertion. As many of the meals were also eaten in conjunction with sexual stimulation, my cock almost never had a chance to go below half mast and my balls were now used to being pulled to prevent orgasm. My 'top' also procured for me a small loop that fit around my sac just above my heavy balls and, while beautiful with gold threading and jewels, it also served as a handy self regulator that I could tighten or loosen as I wanted to control my own urge to cum. He would pull on this loop occasionally to remind me to do it myself, although I requested that he continued playing with my balls as he had in the beginning as it felt so very, very good. When my time was nearly up, I felt pleasantly drained, my ass aching only like a neglected muscle that had been focused upon and had adjusted to more constant use, and my balls felt like they'd been forced grown, indeed they looked bigger to me and felt heavier. When I mentioned this to my 'top' he just laughed and told me that with the workout they'd received over the last month they should have gotten bigger.

That last night my 'top' after pleasuring himself inside me as usual, asked me if I wanted to stay with him as his personal lover. I was dumbfounded, but after thinking it over, realized I had fallen in love with this man and really did want to stay. He said that some paperwork was involved, but I could stay past the thirty days if we started it the next day. It would mean becoming a citizen of his nation, but that could be arranged as well. I thought it over as he sweetened my thoughts by lightly stroking my body and teasing my balls in the way I so loved. I finally decided yes, and told him, and we started having some of the most spontaneous sex we'd ever had! As we went to sleep, I felt something inside me release and when we woke up in the morning, my anklet was gone!

In its place were two things, a stack of gold coins and a small booklet that contained the paperwork that my 'top' had mentioned. I read the booklet carefully and then affixed my name to the document, my 'top' signing in two places, one for the lover's area and then in the position of the ruler's signature. Startled, I didn't even notice the booklet fade out to go back to my nation to be registered as the ruler's personal lover, the only position along with ruler that was exempt from the bazaar for life.

"Yes, I am Choin the Eleventh," said my 'top' enjoying my surprise. "You will have to call me sir or Emperor when we are in public, but you may call me by my secret name, which is Shuichi." I told him my name, and we laughed delightedly as we began to have sex all over again, but this time as two lovers. As he sank the imperial pole into my asshole, I realized that no matter what my posturing had been, this was where I belonged and settled back to enjoy the ministrations of my imperial lover.