Pan is a simple, honest farm boy. In all his nineteen years, he has only ever known his father’s farm. Yet in the few moments each day he has to himself, he dreams of another life -- something more than the back-breaking work, the loneliness, and the dirt of the farm.
One morning his prayers are answered in a most surprising and unexpected way. Roused from his sleep by one of King Seronisis’ hulking Hapsid Troopers, Pan is escorted from the bosom of his family and transported in a creaky wooden cart to the king’s palace, where he is to join the famous harem. During the journey Pan is taken advantage of by the insatiable Hapsid Troopers, who explain their carnal attentions as merely ‘preparations for the king.’
Yet upon Pan’s arrival at the palace, a routine physical examination uncovers a secret that will set him apart from the other men and boys of the harem. But is this a good thing or a bad thing? Will Pan’s life be all he has dreamed? Or a nightmare?
Only the king can decide. And his word is law.
Pan followed as the sergeant led him to an ornately carved wooden door at the base of a large building. Towers rose into the sky, sun glinting on the silver cones which capped them. Eagles circled on the air currents, undeterred by the flapping of the flags atop the cones.
As Pan walked through the door, his breath was almost taken away. Behind it was a garden paradise such as he could never have imagined. In the centre stood a large fountain decorated with four athletic men carved out of marble, each standing with their back to the others and carrying urns on their shoulders that overflowed with water. Birds of every colour flew from the branches of exotic trees and below them on the verdant grass small groups of naked men around his own age languished, laughing and too lost in conversation to notice him. A couple of men in their early twenties sat arm in arm, their heads together as an older man read to them from a large book. Another pair of youths kissed, their stiff members pulsing against each other. When they noticed they were being watched they scurried away to some private corner of the garden to continue their encounter.
“Come this way,” growled the sergeant, reverting to an authoritative tone. “Follow me and try to keep up.”
The sergeant led Pan over a vast lawn, through a maze of gardens resplendent with sweet-scented flowers and aromatic herb bushes, and towards a door which led into the main palace building. Having no other choice, Pan obediently flanked the sergeant as he crossed a great hall with high ceilings and coloured glass in the windows, and into a small side room.
The room was light and airy. Its white walls and white ceiling looked pristine. Even the polished wood of the floor reflected both light as well as the blurred images of those entering. In the centre of the room stood a tall cushioned bench, upholstered in red leather and studded around the base. Beside it, wearing a white robe that was open at the front to reveal a lightly haired torso and a semi-erect cock, was a man who was introduced as the royal physician.
“You must be Pan,” he said beckoning the boy and in doing so exposing more of his tanned, toned body. “That’ll be all.”
The sergeant snarled at the physician then turned and disappeared.
Pan swallowed hard. Everything was so overwhelming. He was a stranger surrounded by strangers, playing an unknown role in someone else’s drama.
“Now, don’t worry,” the doctor continued. “I want you to lean forward over this bench and relax.”