The Emporer and I

As children, we were inseparable. Po would always include me in his daily activities, and at night, we would share the same sleeping mat. As Po became older, and hair began to grow between his legs, he would often have very young eunuchs join us beneath the coverlets. Po preferred eunuchs that were not yet ten years of age because of the tightness of their rosebuds. Of course, none of the eunuchs possessed any remnant of their former maleness.

When I was 12 years of age, my mother decided that I should be the prince, and embarked upon a scheme to poison my brother. I overheard her as she convinced one of Po's eunuchs that he should give poisoned fruit to the prince, and when he was dead, and I was prince she would make the eunuch the chief of all palace eunuchs.

Since I dearly loved my brother, I told him of the plot. He told the chief eunuch, and when my mother's henchman brought forth the fruit, the young eunuch was ordered to eat from it first. He hesitated, but soon realized that he would die in any case, and decided that poison was less painful than being tortured and then beheaded. He died within minutes of eating the fruit.

My mother was immediately executed by beheading. My three young sisters were taken from the palace and sold into slavery in a remote land. As for me, I would have been executed as well, except that I had told of the plot. Still, since my mother had dishonored the Emporer, I was no longer considered part of the Imperial family and under no circumstances could an in-tact male reside within the palace (except for the Emporer and the prince).

Po was as much in love with me as I was with him. He spoke to his father, and my fate was decided.

I was taken by cart to a nearby surgeon. Within hours of my arrival, I was bound naked to a stone table. I had been given an opium pipe to smoke to dull my senses. I watched, in a drug induced stupor, as the surgeon's eunuch placed a cloth between my legs. It had been saturated with a pepper solution to make my groin insensitive. Then, using a very sharp jade knife, the surgeon removed my male parts. He first removed the sac and my just maturing seed pods. He kept the testicles and sac in tact. He then sliced my penis off at the point it emerged from my body (after the sac and penis were "tanned and cured", all were given to me to carry in a small leather sack).

The opium smoke had dulled my senses to the point that I experienced little pain during my castration. The pepper solution helped stem the flow of blood. As soon as my maleness was removed, he inserted a small pewter plug into my urinary tube, and wrapped a sort of diaper around my groin area. I was not allowed to eat or drink for several days. During that time, a young eunuch tended me, and would occasionally drip water onto my lips to slack the dehydration.

When finally the plug was removed, I was again allowed to pee, but it was an unpleasant experience for many days, until I had fully healed. Also, I discoverd I no longer had control of my bowels during sleep. Quite often I would urinate while asleep on my mat. My eunuch aide started to dress me in a diaper each night. When 2 moon cycles had passed I had healed, and I had regained control of my bowels. I was then returned to the palace.

Po was emotional when he saw me. He immediately took me into his private quarters where he bade me to undress. I stood naked in front of him as he examined closely my surgery. He ran his fingers along the scars. He told me to lay on my back on a table and lift my legs over my head. With his finger, he probed my backside, pushing his finger into my anus. I had seen him do this before with the young bed eunuchs. Suddenly, his finger touched something within my bowels and I flinched. Satisfied that I retained certain feeling, he withdrew his finger and pushed his throbbing erection into me. I began to feel the pressure of an orgasm. Before I had been castrated, I had just matured to the level that I could ejaculate. The feeling was similar, but of course, I no longer had the ability to produce the creamy white liquid. As orgasm took hold of my body, I thought I could feel my testicles pull tight against my body, just before the point of ejaculation. I could feel wetness between my legs and I thought I had again lost bladder control. Po pulled out of me, having erupted within me at the same time. He then put his fingers into the wetness between my legs, and tasted the liquid. When he learned that it wasn't urine, but was instead a soupy clear liquid, he pushed his face between my legs and used his tongue to cleanse the area.

As I put on my robe, he gave me a present. It was a piece of imperial Jade. During my castration and recovery, he had had a eunuch carve the jade so it looked just like Po's erect cock. He told me to push it into my bottom whenever I had the need for an orgasm.

For the next several years, I shared his mat every night, just like times before. When he was 16, the Emporer died and he became the Emporer Po. Almost immediatley, a marriage was arranged with the young daughter of an influential family. On the wedding night, Po took his 14 year old bride into his private quarters. As I closed the door to leave them alone, he instructed me to come into the room. I sat nearby and watched as Po attempted to perform with his new bride. But he couldn't. Despite all his efforts, and the efforts of his bride, his penis remained soft.

An idea occurred to me. I removed my robe, and got onto the mat with them. I told his bride to be prepared, and I started to fondle Po's manhood. He responded to my touch immediately and became quite rigid. I pushed my rosebud onto his shaft and began to bring him to orgasm. Having been taken by him every night for several years, I knew exactly the right moment, and I quickly pulled off of him and told his bride to climb on. She was quick, and before his penis could soften, she had taken him fully into her vagina.

Her virgin blood flowed as he penetrated her, but soon she was enjoying her first ride. It took Po a long time to return to the point of ejaculation. I finally straddled his chest with my bottom toward his face. I pressed my arse as close as could to his face, and he responded by pushing his tongue into my anus. That was sufficient titilation to cause him to shoot his seed into his bride.

And so, for the next several weeks we repeated this scene, every night. Finally, his bride became pregnant and in due time, bore him a male heir. Po never did take a concubine, and after their third son, his bride avoided his mat altogether. I remained faithful to Po for the rest of his life. And now, even at 50, we still share the same mat, and the occasional eunuch boy.

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