It was Clark's first trip to the Himalayas, although he had dreamed of it for years.
As an avid traveler, he had told everyone at home that he was going there because of the spectacular, exotic landscapes. Only he knew the true reason for his journey: the search for the legendary elixir of Venus.
Over the years, he had found fleeting references to it in books and magazine articles—a casual mention here and there—but no one ever wanted to talk about it in detail. It was like a "private joke" that everyone understood but no one explained, except that it wasn't a joke. From their reactions to questions, he could tell that those who had experienced it wanted to keep it a secret. One person, however, had missed the fact that he had experienced it in the remote village of Lachen in Sikkim. When he arrived at the airport in Bagodra, he was met by his guide and translator, Rakesh. The next morning, they set off for Lachen.
As the days passed, they grew closer and closer. Finally, Clark mustered all his courage and asked Rakesh if he had ever heard of the Venus Elixir. Rakesh's face twisted into a look of shock and disbelief. He remained silent for three long, embarrassed minutes, then answered: "What do you know about it?" He replied that he only knew it had something to do with sex, that there seemed to be something forbidden about it, and that no one talked about it. "So that's why you want to go for Laughter. Now I understand. There are some things you're better off not knowing," Rakesh replied. So he did know, but like everyone else, he didn't talk about it.
The next day, they stopped for lunch at a restaurant in a small village. While they were eating, Rakesh's cell phone rang. He excused himself and went outside. When he returned, his face was ashen-faced, and he looked like a completely different person. Clark asked him what was wrong. Rakesh replied, "Nothing," and that was the end of it.
Rakesh's expression was distant, and as the meal progressed, he began to visibly shake. Clark sensed that something was terribly wrong. They finished eating and returned to the car. "Rakesh, man, you look terrible. I feel like we've become friends over the last few days. Come on, man, you can tell me. I promise I'll keep it confidential, whatever it is." Rakesh burst into tears and explained that his father had taken out a loan against the family land. He had told everyone he was making regular payments and everything was fine, but in reality, he had squandered the money, and now the entire amount was due: $8,700—an impossible sum for a poor family to raise so quickly.
“I think we can help each other,” Clark replied. “How so?” Rakesh asked. “Tell me everything you know about the Elixir of Venus, and make sure I experience it. I will repay the debt.” Rakesh’s face betrayed a conflicting expression.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he replied. “Yes, sure,” said Clark. “Clark, before we continue, I have to ask you a very personal question.”
"Go ahead. Feel free to ask."
"Are you circumcised?"
“No, we don’t practice circumcision in my family,” Clark said.
"Good. Then you can enjoy the elixir of Venus."
Rakesh explained that in Sikkim, some women possess a rare inherited trait: the vagina has a second chamber at its upper end, a special vessel perfectly shaped to accommodate only the swollen tip of the man's penis – the glans. However, this chamber only opens after the entrance has been moistened with fresh, warm semen.
The mating process of these women, therefore, requires two men penetrating each other simultaneously. Clark's jaw dropped as he listened. This was even more erotic than he had ever imagined. "Then," Rakesh continued, "about 30 seconds after the first man ejaculates, the upper chamber opens, and the second man inserts his glans, exposing it as he enters. As his head hits the back wall of the chamber, the entrance hole behind the flared ridge at the back of his glans contracts, fixing it in place and preventing it from being withdrawn. The Venus elixir then begins to flow into the chamber and wash over his glans. It is a clear, silky fluid naturally secreted by these women. When absorbed by the glans, it interacts with the male brain, triggering an orgasm so intense, powerful, and long-lasting that those who experience it describe it as a 'visit to heaven.'" Men who awaken from this visit cannot tell whether an hour, a day, or a week has passed.
Since only uncircumcised men have mucous membranes on the glans that can absorb the elixir, only they can experience this—for a circumcised man with his thick foreskin, it would be completely wasted. The mating is therefore essentially a competition between the two men: each tries to stimulate the other's penis to ejaculation with his own, so that the upper chamber opens and he can insert his own glans to experience the forbidden pleasure: the orgasm of his life. "How do they know which women have this feature?" Clark asked. "The only external identifying characteristic is their golden-blonde nipples and inner labia, unlike ordinary women," Rakesh replied.
The description hit Clark like a ton of bricks. He'd been expecting something sexually exciting, but this was so damn erotic that he couldn't think of anything else. On the drive to Lachen, he found himself constantly daydreaming about it, so engrossed that he couldn't even hold a normal conversation without his mind wandering. Finally, they reached the village, and Rakesh met with his contact to arrange everything. He returned to the guesthouse where they were staying and delivered the bad news to Clark: it would be another three days before the woman was in heat and available for mating. Clark told Rakesh his testicles were so full he felt like he was about to explode. Rakesh advised him not to release them, or he wouldn't experience maximum pleasure during intercourse, assuming he won the contest. With every movement, Clark's penis brushed against his underwear, stimulating her and arousing her. He wanted and needed even more pleasure, but he couldn't yet release the built-up pressure. It was the worst torture of his life.
Finally, the appointed day had arrived. The mating time was to take place at midnight, when the woman was expected to ovulate. At 11:45 p.m., Clark and the other man were led into the mating chamber and asked to undress. The mere removal of his underwear and the brushing of his fleshy foreskin against his waistband gave Clark a massive erection. The monk performing the ritual led him to a special, very peculiar bench in the center of the room. It was about 2.10 meters long and 30 centimeters wide, and about 60 centimeters off the floor. There was a cushion at each end, and to the right and left of the center were two round openings about 7.5 centimeters in diameter. Clark was instructed to sit in the middle, with his opponent facing him. The monk placed his hands on Clark's waist and lifted him slightly upward and backward to position him. Then Clark's swollen scrotum fell through the round hole in the bench. The monk did the same with his opponent. Then he positioned them so that the bases of the penis were perfectly aligned and disappeared under the bench.
Clark felt something being pulled on his testicles and attached to them.
"What the hell is this?" he thought to himself. Seeing his irritated and confused expression, Rakesh approached and whispered that the monk had attached a wooden "lock" to his testicles to hold them back, preventing him from fully inserting his penis if he didn't win the contest. The monk would stand beneath the bench, watching both pairs of testicles. Once one man's testicles began to rise and then spasm, the wooden lock would be removed from the other man's, allowing him to thrust his glans deep enough to reach the chamber of Venus and claim his prize: the precious, orgasm-inducing elixir. Once properly positioned, both men were laid on their backs, their erect penises pointing straight up, ready for mating.
Precisely at midnight, the woman was brought in. She was dressed only in a robe. The monk pulled a cord at the back, and the robe fell to the floor, revealing the golden-blonde nipples of her full, perfect breasts. Clark had never seen such a complexion before, exquisite and rare, bathed in the light of the full moon streaming through the window.
As his gaze drifted downwards, he could see her golden-blonde inner labia, already moist and swollen with anticipation of the mating ritual, glittering in the soft light.
The woman straddled the bench and pressed her fertile vulva against Clark's nostrils so he could smell her scent. Her pheromones made Clark's already swollen glans even more erect.
Swollen, almost to bursting. She also gave off her sweet scent. The monk held the two throbbing penises together, glans to glans, while the woman lay on top of them. The monk guided her moist, warm opening down to the two scabbarded swords waiting to penetrate her. Both men were blessed with enormous glans.
The woman put all her weight on the penises, but they wouldn't penetrate, so the monk placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down. The swollen heads were simply too large to enter her tight hole together, but
Finally, the pressure of their weight squeezed them together so tightly that they both penetrated with a loud, wet, muddy sound.
The pheromones from her swollen limbs aroused her, and she began to ride the two joined cocks like a wild stallion. Unable to control himself, Clark blurted out, "Fuck yeah! Oh, fuuuuuuck yeah!" The relief he had longed for for days was within his grasp.
Rakesh came and whispered in his ear: "Remember, if you come first, you will lose."
"Control yourself." Humiliated, Clark began to think about how he could accomplish the task: to make his opponent ejaculate first. He could feel the exquisite "sweet spot."
directly under his glans on the underside of his penis, which was rubbing against his opponent's. He thought to himself: "Don't fuck the pussy now, fuck the other cock."
and began thrusting his shaft against his opponent's sweet spot. He felt his foreskin roll up and down with each thrust. He felt his glans bump against the ceiling of the lower chamber, practically knocking on the pearly gates, but unable to penetrate. Clark continued rubbing his sweet spot against his opponent's and heard his breathing quicken, but his opponent never reached ejaculation. Frustrated, he put his right index finger in his mouth, moistened it, found his opponent's quivering anus, and began sensually massaging it. Suddenly, the guy started saying "Oh, oh, oh," and then howled like a wolf in the wild. Clark felt the man's warm semen fill her vagina. At that moment, he heard a noise under the bench and realized the monk had untied his testicles, finally allowing him to thrust with his full length. Slowly and deliberately, he pushed his glans upwards, feeling his way towards his goal: the upper chamber of her vagina. He pushed and pushed, but his penis wouldn't go any further.
Rakesh whispered in his ear, "It takes about 30 seconds for the upper chamber to react to the fresh semen and open." Then he felt it open and pushed his swollen glans inside. As the tip touched the back of the chamber, he felt the entrance close around the base of his head, enclosing him. "Damn!" he thought, "This is really happening!" At that moment, the woman began to moan, and her nipples changed shape.
The color changed from golden blonde to pink. Rakesh whispered in Clark's ear, "She's starting to release the elixir of Venus." A warm, pleasurable sensation washed over his swollen glans as it bathed in her sensual fluid. It was a bit like the feeling of finally being able to scratch yourself after suffering for hours, only a thousand times better. The sensation traveled to the base of his penis and then spread throughout his entire body, feeling better and better.
As it reached his fingers and toes, he began to writhe in a full-body orgasm, and his penis began to spurt a continuous stream of semen, like a thoroughbred urinating after a race. A feeling of well-being unlike anything he had ever experienced washed over him, and he felt as if he were flying over the Himalayas in a dream, yet strangely real, with heightened senses. All his worldly worries had vanished, and he knew that he would be alright no matter what happened in the future.
He slowly regained consciousness when he felt someone tap his arm and say, "Clark! Clark! Are you there?" It was Rakesh. "We finally had to wake you. We were worried sick. Three days have passed. Are you all right?" "Yes, I'm perfect. Absolutely perfect." "You're still breathing heavily," Rakesh said. "Yes, I know. What an experience! I'll never be satisfied with normal sex after this." "No, definitely not!" Rakesh replied. "I wanted to warn you about that." "By the way, the monk left this for you as a keepsake." Rakesh handed Clark the old wooden ball-lock he had worn during the contest. "Oh, good," Clark said, "something to remember it by." "Well, that's not all..." Rakesh said. "May I?"
Rakesh placed his thumb and forefinger on Clark's luscious foreskin and slowly pulled it back to reveal that his glans now had the beautiful golden-blonde color of the woman's nipples.
“You are now a member of the Brotherhood of the Golden Acorn,” Rakesh said. “This is a permanent effect of the Elixir of Venus. From now on, no matter where in the world you are, if you meet another man with the Golden Acorn at a urinal or in a steam room, he will immediately know that you have passed the test and know the feeling of supreme sexual satisfaction.” Then Rakesh unzipped his trousers, took out his fleshy, hooded penis, and bared it to reveal his own luscious, golden-blond glans.
"Welcome, brother!"
