Shogun

By Pueros

With thanks to Erik for the idea.

(The Land of the Rising Sun in the mists of time)

The sneering victorious Shogun rode on horseback along the line of twenty naked boys, all post-pubescent sons, aged either 13 or 14, of important nobles allied to the Emperor. However, the rebel warlord no longer paid any respect to the parentage of his imminent young victims because his warriors had recently slain all of their fathers and their Imperial master in a great battle. Instead, he had arranged the nude assemblage for three purposes.

First, the Shogun desired to extract information from the boys concerning the location of one of their fellow pupils at the Imperial school. He desperately required knowledge of where the Emperor’s only son and heir, the young Crown Prince, was hiding in order to conclude the current war satisfactorily.

Second, he wanted the senior offspring of rival nobles to be the last of their line for, having already ruthlessly arranged the elimination of the remainder of their families from Japanese society, he did not want his own lineage cursed by blood feuds through future generations.

Third, he greedily wished to boost further his personal coffers, already enormously enriched by appropriating the fortunes of his dead aristocratic enemies and much of the state treasury.

The nude parade had been deliberately positioned on a little hillock, outside the country’s capital city on a sunny afternoon, so that as many members of the Shogun’s army as possible could view the spectacle. The twenty hurting, terrified and deeply shamed naked boys were each suspended between two wooden stakes, bent double in a particularly debasing pose. Their hands and feet were tied uncomfortably together above them so that the lowest part of their young, generally very pleasant, anatomy was their bottoms and dangling genitalia. The latter circumstance had been exaggerated by use of thin but strong leather cords, fastened tightly around the base of their mainly hairless ball sacs and conveniently sporting loose ends to which small, but heavy, lead weights had been attached to pull the scrotums painfully and vulnerably downwards. The degrading posture also permitted twenty pink virgin sphincters to be fully exposed to view.

Behind each boy, his own personal servant, invariably, as was customary, the same age, stood on stools. Each of these attendants was as petrified as his young master of the dreaded Shogun’s intentions, but not as ashamed because at least they were clothed and unbound. Most also felt great sympathy for their youthful overlords, particularly when their young superiors had not mistreated but rather befriended them, the latter situation being the more usual.

The surrounding thousands of largely mounted warriors were attired in fighting dress common for the period. This included ‘tankô’, or armour, consisting of hard leather helmets and triangular metal cuirasses made up of several sections of plate, tightly laced together and lacquered against rust.

The Shogun approached the boy, suspended at the very right of the long line of wooden stakes, on his horse and broadened his smirk. The warlord welcomed the fact that both this young victim of his imminent attentions and the nineteen others had been secured in their demeaning positions exactly according to orders, their stretched genitalia hanging nicely in line with the middle of his own chest.

The Shogun addressed the tremulous boy with the type of words the pretty 13 year-old had never thought in his worst nightmares he would hear anyone ever utter, his horror being due to both the awful threat and the associated personally shocking publicly sexual context.

“Your servant,” the Shogun announced, “has been given a small bowl. He will shortly extend his hand around your body to your sex, which he will begin to rub. He will continue to do this until you produce your seed which, if he values his life, he will then collect in the dish without spilling a drop. You will have until that moment to tell me where the Crown Prince is hiding. If you do not……..” The warlord now emphasised his next appalling comment by withdrawing his keenly honed Samurai sword from its scabbard.

The weapon had originally been imported from Korea a couple of centuries earlier and had since experienced much action. It was not one of the more traditional straight, single-edged, type, called ‘chokuto’, but one of the more modern, longer, curved single-edged swords termed ‘tachi’, which had been adopted to accommodate fighting on horseback.

“If you do not,” the Shogun repeated before declaring, “you will quickly no longer be a true male!” The boy gasped aloud when he realised the ultimate implication of the warlord’s threat and the reason for the exact nature of his current abject public exhibition. The 13 year-old began to produce some tears as well as loud pleas for mercy, claiming truthfully that he did not know where the Crown Prince, or now more properly new Emperor, was located. His inquisitor suspected as much, believing it likely that none of the twenty young nobles possessed the answer to his question. However, he wanted to be sure and there were also the other two reasons for this particular method of interrogation.

The boy’s tearful but fruitless entreaties continued despite the feel of his young servant’s fingers now caressing his cock with urgent deliberation. Although sorry for his 13 year-old master, the similarly aged attendant had no intention of irritating the dreaded Shogun by being dilatory or otherwise inefficient in his task.

The bondage and weights applied to the naked boy’s genitalia had been very carefully and skilfully judged by the Shogun’s best torturer to ensure that the young interrogation victim could still be brought rapidly to orgasm. The man’s proficiency was quickly exemplified when the 13 year-old’s smooth cock speedily became hard because of his servant’s manual attentions, despite his frightful predicament. The young noble’s tears then suddenly began to dry and his begging became much less consistent and loud, as he felt the tingling sensations of approaching climax begin to sear through his lovely body. Meanwhile, his rigid penis acquired an ivory-like lustre, with the uncut tip issuing clear droplets of precum.

“No, please, no,” the boy screamed as his body began to vibrate visibly and as his servant positioned the bowl carefully, realising that the task literally at hand was almost at its climactic end. “No!” the 13 year-old then shrieked even more voluminously, alerting those amongst the watching warrior thousands, who had not yet perceived the young noble’s entry into ecstatic orgasm, about the event.

Then, a sudden spurt of white fluid flowed into the waiting bowl, quickly followed by several others that were gathered with equal efficiency. The boy’s servant then carefully extracted every last drop of seminal fluid from his young master’s cock by cautiously squeezing the foreskin several times over the damp penile head and finally gently shaking the still erect member. Having achieved the completion of his chore, the attendant then swiftly withdrew his hands from the endangered scene, not wanting them to be in the way of what was about to come.

The voluminous tears and pleas of the naked young noble, swiftly recovering from his ecstatic high because of the terror of his circumstance, now returned. “Please, great lord,” the 13 year-old screamed, “don’t do it…. for I truly know nothing….about the Prince’s whereabouts!” However, his entreaties were not answered, as the grinning Shogun instead addressed the young servant.

“Make sure you catch, in your unoccupied hand, the product of my swordsmanship,” the Shogun ordered, “to show to the eyes of your master what his lies have earned him!” The relevant, quaking palm of the young servant then quickly, albeit reluctantly, assumed the necessary position. Meanwhile, his nude overlord was suddenly silenced by further sight of the warlord’s well-used razor-sharp silvery sword, gleaming in the sunlight. The terrified boy then looked at the bearer of the weapon.

The Shogun’s smile widened even more as he looked into the boy’s gorgeous but appalled and petrified dark eyes, which then glimpsed a shaft of silvery light descending with great speed. The 13 year-old felt nothing at first and, in fact, only began to appreciate the agony in his groin when his servant’s bloodstained hand appeared in front of his face. The young noble looked down at the contents of the young quivering palm and saw his own neatly severed ball sac, along with some of the leather cord that had originally been constricting the base. However, it was not this vision, or clear sight of the whitish testicles contained within, that induced the new eunuch to faint but the application soon afterwards of the red-hot cauterising iron carefully applied by the warlord’s torturer.

The Shogun, shiny surface of his sword soiled with a little dripping blood, then moved along the line to the next naked boy, a 14 year-old. The bowl containing the last seminal product of the previous victim was also passed along, into the hands of another young servant. A few hours later, nineteen new young eunuchs had been created, and the dish was awash with fresh sperm, whilst the twentieth and final young noble was waiting his turn for interrogation.

The Shogun was an expert swordsman and this assisted his initial intent to sever only scrotums. His aim, in both senses of the word, had also been helped by the fact that the constriction of the young ball sacs by the leather ties encouraged his young victims’ cocks to remain at least horizontally erect for a while after ejaculation. The penises therefore remained tidily out of the way whilst the warlord accurately delivered his castrating blows.

The Shogun had been happy to show off his proficiency in the use of his sword to his admiring watching warriors. His skill was evidenced by the fact that the only other wounds inflicted on the boys were the odd slicing of some young buttocks or penile tips. The thin leather cords, to which the genital weights had been attached, had proved no impediment to clean neutering, succumbing as easily to the sharp blade and then gravity as the young human flesh.

The Shogun had deliberately left a particular 14 year-old to be the last to endure the torment because he had learnt that the boy was the closest friend of the Crown Prince, and therefore most likely to possess the required information. Accordingly, to encourage such data to emerge, the warlord had decided that it would be appropriate for the strikingly handsome young nude to watch the dreadful earlier proceedings from his distressing vantage point, as well as to present him with a different proposition.

“After you cum,” the Shogun advised the final aghast boy, “and presuming that you still haven’t provided me with the information I require, you will drink all the sperm in the bowl without pause and without spilling a drop. If you fail in this task, I shall have you flogged before slicing off your whole genitalia, penis included!”

Soon afterwards, having reluctantly but nevertheless rapidly been brought to his own climax, the 14 year-old was trying his best to consume the seminal product of twenty young sets of genitalia, nineteen of which were now permanently damaged, with another set due to suffer imminently. The boy’s own servant had had to climb a short ladder, rested against one of the adjacent stakes, to offer the sperm-filled bowl to the rosy lips of the young noble. The latter began to drink with a strange mixture of disgust, induced by repulsion, and eagerness, encouraged by the desire to finish the obnoxious chore as speedily as possible. However, he was thwarted in his objective, as the Shogun had presumed would happen, by the outraged reaction of his nauseated stomach.

Whilst the boy retched violently, spewing unconsumed semen down his chest with the bowl still half-full, the happy Shogun nodded to the torturer, who was now equipped with a multi-stranded whip. The 14 year-old’s delectable body was accordingly soon overwhelmed not by distaste for seminal fluid but by acute pain emanating from the vicious lashes that now enveloped his bare back. Nasty bloody stripes rapidly besmirched the previously pleasant scenery, amidst much agonised yelling.

The torturer took his time with the boy’s flagellation, wanting him to feel every multiple hit to the full. Amongst the thousands of warrior spectators, a number of hidden erections, which had not yet gushed orgasmic product as a result of watching the earlier entertainment, now erupted the contents of overflowing adult scrotums. Incongruously, amidst all this humiliating excruciation, the victim of the flogging also again became hard, particularly when the lashes moved slowly downwards to his curvaceous buttocks.

The boy was eventually lost in a delirium of anguished pain, as the severe beating continued remorselessly. However, neither this nor his increasingly incoherent screams for mercy incurred any pity on the part of his tormentors, especially the Shogun. This attitude on the part of the man was partly induced by the fact that the 14 year-old was the son of his previously most despised enemy, someone who had been more hated by the warlord than the Emperor himself until his recent death in battle.

The long terrible flagellation eventually came to an end, with barely an unbroken section of flesh visible on the boy’s sanguine rear. The young victim was then encouraged to emerge at least partly from his grief-stricken derangement by having his agonised body immersed in icy mountain water thrown from several buckets. It was then that the 14 year-old felt a weighted leather cord being tied by the torturer to his miraculously still-hard cock, so that the young member was pulled downwards in the same way as his painfully stretched ball sac. It seemed that his genitalia were being prepared to present the perfect target for imminent nullification.

“Please no!” the boy somehow managed to babble but to no avail. He saw the now familiar blinding flash of the Shogun’s blade as the warlord’s sword swung viciously down towards the vulnerable 14 year-old groin. The loudest shriek of the day was then emitted from the hillock, the horrible sound reaching the ears of even the most distant of the watching soldiers. However, as with the previous young victims, the latest eunuch did not immediately lose consciousness. Instead, his eyes remained open to see his severed sexual organs in his servant’s hand. He then discovered that his emasculator had been true to the promise he had made, for a young penis was included in the atrocious display.

The boy only lapsed into thankful unconsciousness when he began to experience the intense heat of the iron that would cauterise his latest and most dreadful bloody wound. Meanwhile, nearby, a Chinese trader waited to accept the new eunuchs, including the one nullified specimen, to oversee the full recovery of his purchases before transporting them back to his homeland.

Castrated males were very uncommon in Japan, unlike China. However, this was not the only reason why the Shogun had sold the boys for export. Having decided to profit from the demise of his enemies by selling them into slavery instead of cutting their throats, the warlord wanted them removed forever from the home islands.

The new eunuchs would accordingly accompany their captured mothers and siblings, amongst whom other males would be gelded, to the Asian mainland, where slaves from the mysterious Land of the Rising Sun were very rare and therefore considered very precious.

(One month later, in the Shogun’s remote fortress citadel)

The young Crown Prince, now actually the new Emperor, had finally been captured, trying to flee with just a small military escort and one similarly aged loyal servant, to lands inhabited by Imperial allies. However, his flight, and the path it would take, had been betrayed. The resultant ambush had produced only two young prisoners because the small cohort of guards protecting the sacred boy’s person had all fought to the death, in a valiant but vain attempt to save their 13 year-old master.

The Shogun had not met the young new Emperor before, as the boy had previously lived a very closeted private existence within the confines of the Imperial court. An evil sneer resurfaced on the warlord’s ugly face when he finally observed the 13 year-old for the first time, for the young prisoner had been presented for his captor’s attention in a similar manner to his fellow pupils of the Imperial school a month earlier. However, this time the display was located in a secluded cellar, deep in the dank dark bowels of the man’s remote hilltop citadel.

It would not do for the Japanese people to learn about what was now to happen to the sacred person of the young new Emperor. The Shogun knew that killing the father in a battle for supremacy was acceptable to the wider populace, as it showed whose side of the argument the divine spirits supported. However, murdering the son to usurp the throne would not be tolerated and could lead to fatal revolt.

The Shogun therefore fully appreciated that it would be much better if he consolidated his position by ruling through a puppet Emperor, particularly if the occupier of the throne was incapable of having children. Such a situation should enable the warlord himself, or his own progeny, to succeed quietly and more acceptably on the incumbent’s death, which could be secretly induced prematurely by poison after a decent diplomatic interval.

The Shogun believed that the risk, of the news of the young Emperor’s gelding becoming public knowledge, would be minimal because he proposed to keep the boy hidden away under the closest supervision, parading him only for key ceremonial occasions, and then at a distance from potential troublemakers. Meanwhile, the warlord and his cronies would conduct all Imperial business.

The Shogun considered the boy’s undoubtedly burgeoning sexual capabilities to be a greater risk for there were many females, even within the warlord’s own intimate household, who would welcome the opportunity to be impregnated by sacred seed, even outside wedlock, to become the potential mother of a future Emperor. He did not intend to risk such potential complications to his ambitions for his lineage and the price that would have to be paid was the forfeiture of his young captive’s ability to procreate. However, the man intended to have some fun with the boy before the deed was perpetrated.

The Shogun regarded the young Emperor, displayed neatly before him, naked, suspended and bent double between two posts firmly embedded in the cellar floor, as being the most beautiful of the boys he had recently castrated. It was an observation that made the scenario even more delicious for the wicked man. He also noticed that the clothed Imperial servant, tremulously standing obediently behind his master, was equally as pleasant.

The routine was to be similar to the events of a month previously, only no pretence of interrogating the present young victim was made. Instead, the servant was simply instructed to ensure that his master enjoyed his last orgasm before further practice with the Shogun’s sword was undertaken. However, both 13 year-olds were encouraged to complete the action as quickly as possible by use of a water clock, which measured time by pouring liquid from one sealed glass container into another.

The boys were advised that both would be flogged and gelded if the young Emperor did not both cum and drink his own seed before the clock had run its short course, which amounted to only about ten minutes. Nevertheless, the young servant was at first very reluctant to begin his rubbing of his young master’s sex until the Imperial 13 year-old issued loud clear, apparently selfless and fearless, orders for his attendant to begin.

It did not take long for the young servant to tempt his young master’s cock to erection. The 13 year-old Emperor then closed his eyes as the inevitable ecstatic culmination of the gentle manual attentions began to materialise. However, unlike the others on the hillock a month earlier, the boy did not plea for mercy, seemingly having accepted his previously advised fate.

The young Emperor’s sublime body shook in unparalleled delight as his sacred seed was milked for the first and last time by another. The servant, like some other menials on a hillock a month previously, lingered at his task for a while. However, his intent was to ensure not only that every last drop of Imperial sperm emerged from the weighted scrotum through the penile tube but also that the imminent eunuch-to-be thoroughly enjoyed his last genital climax.

The young Emperor eventually opened his gorgeous dark sensuous eyes when he felt the shallow bowl now containing his cum press gently against his sweet lips. The boy found that the creamy white liquid was too slow in movement to pour into his mouth before the water clock expired and so licked the sacred seed up with his tongue. The 13 year-old was just in time to save himself from a whipping and his servant from the same plus castration.

The young Emperor then looked defiantly at the Shogun, who had already unsheathed his sword. The man’s smile was wiped off his face by this display of bravery but this did not deter him from flashing his blade downwards before the courageous boy’s eyes. Some weights, previously affixed by leather cord to the base of the Imperial ball sac, immediately crashed to the floor, whilst a 13 year-old scrotum was displayed soon afterwards to the previous owner by his young servant.

(One year later, in the Shogun’s remote fortress citadel)

The Shogun had been both shocked and amazed at the sudden turnaround in his fortunes. Not only had the emasculated Emperor and his servant escaped his custody, apparently aided by a treacherous servant girl somehow beguiled by the young eunuch’s charms, but also the Imperial forces had regrouped, stimulated by the return of the their boy leader.

The reinvigorated Imperial troops had defeated the Shogun’s warriors in several battles, causing retreat and mass desertions until the warlord was cornered in his hilltop citadel, with the meagre dispirited bedraggled remnants of his once mighty and all-conquering army. The man now knew that his stronghold could not hold out much longer against the waves of besiegers assailing the walls.

The Shogun appreciated that he would die soon, and certainly horribly if taken alive by the enemy. He also recognised what one of the torments he would be made to suffer would undoubtedly be. The warlord therefore withdrew his sword from its scabbard for one last time, as he stood on the beleaguered battlements of his fortress. He placed the hilt on the wall in front of him and pressed the point into his bared belly. His only consolation as he began to commit hara-kiri was the thought that his son, secreted somewhere safe, would surely someday be a prime candidate to succeed the childless Emperor.

As the Shogun pressed forward, he looked downwards and noticed, amongst the vengeful multitudinous besieging throng, the clearly discernible Imperial bodyguard, evident by their impressive dress, accoutrements and banners, surrounding their prominent young master. However, it was a final vision that was not welcome to the man now irretrievably committed to suicide.

The Shogun saw the young servant where the Emperor should have been, mounted on the resplendent Imperial stallion, with the supposed sacred boy in the background on a lesser steed.

The shocked warlord’s dying eyes immediately realised the deception that had successfully been played on him by his young rival for supreme power, helped by a beautiful self-sacrificing young devotee, who was now a eunuch.

THE END

of

‘SHOGUN’

by Pueros