Amazon Steppes 2

By Pueros

Part Two - Selection

(Central Asian Steppes, May 320 B.C.)

Despite Roxus’ terror as he contemplated the possibility of imminent emasculation whilst he knelt before the Amazon Queen, the lower part of the 16 years old’s tunic continued to balloon outwards as he observed the many beautiful young topless women surrounding him. The monarch herself was immediately in front, sitting very seductively on her throne and in such a manner that the young Scythian could see up her short white skirt. The lad was sure that he could detect the woman’s alluring pubic hair within the shadows.

The Queen wore a small gold crown and, like her adjacent warriors, a necklace, armbands and anklebands of large brightly coloured beads. However, it was the oiled bare upper torsos that really attracted Roxus’ attention, with firm lightly tanned breasts glistening in the sunlight surmounted by erect painted nipples. The monarch’s tits had been gilded with gold whilst those of the warriors were painted in a variety of hues according to their rank.

One of the female warriors presented her Queen with a small white bag emblazoned with black religious symbols. The monarch placed her hand inside and withdrew a small round disc, itself displaying a motif that matched that on the tunic of one of Roxus’ cousins.

The four young Scythians were kneeling in line abreast, with Roxus at the end on the right, and the selected youth was standing immediately to his left. “You,” the interpreter commanded, whilst pointing at the frightened lad, “stand and approach the mighty Queen of the Amazons!” The boy hesitated briefly but was quickly encouraged to comply with the instruction by one of the two topless warriors standing behind him. She landed one hard blow of her short multi-stranded whip across the back of his legs, causing him to yelp whilst several red stripes formed.

The quaking young Scythian soon found himself standing immediately in front of the enthroned Amazon leader. Roxus noticed that his cousin was also exhibiting clear signs of arousal under his skimpy tight-fitting tunic.

“Give me your tunic,” the interpreter now ordered, “and then prostrate yourself before the mighty Queen of the Amazons!” The quiet within the natural amphitheatre, unusual as about 10,000 females were watching the selection rituals, was broken by a low mumbling all around. This changed to loud cheering as the reluctant young Scythian was made to strip naked by a further blow from the whip, this time across his covered back, causing that part of the tunic to shred and begin to turn red. The youth’s face turned a similar colour whilst he handed over the garment as he realised that the vast female assemblage could now view the full erection sported by his shaved genitalia. However, this did not make him forget to lie face-down on the grassy ground, arms fully extended above him, in prostration to the woman monarch. The lad could feel his cock throbbing against his belly as he maintained his demeaning position until told to rise and go to stand, with hands at his sides, to the right of the six short wooden stakes. The 16 years old’s two warrior escorts accompanied him to his new ceremonial location.

The Queen drew another disc. The young Scythian so selected did not wait to be whipped but, after the example of his predecessor, who now displayed red stripes on his bare back as well as on his legs, performed all that was asked of him quickly and proficiently, to more cheering from the thousands of female spectators of all ages from about 4 upwards. However, this youth’s smooth cock remained flaccid as he eventually joined the first lad to the right of the wooden stakes, also accompanied by his warrior guards.

Roxus was selected next and he too had learnt the earlier lesson. Despite his acute shame, the youth followed the interpreter’s requirements without delay and, as he stripped, revealing a cock rising from the horizontal to the vertical and drooling precum because of the close proximity of such feminine beauty, the surrounding acclimation was louder than ever.

Roxus was repositioned to the left of the sinister stakes and was soon joined there by the fourth naked young Scythian, penis semi-hard, with both still guarded by two whip-carrying young women. The fateful pairings having been established, the interpreter now further shocked the youths by announcing the next rites whilst a water clock, whereby time was measured by water pouring from one jar into another and furnished within a wooden frame, was located in the middle of the posts.

“The first to be selected for each pairing,” the young man declared, “will now sodomise the other whilst at the same time masturbating him. Both of you are to remain standing, the active partner facing the castration posts, and both must produce seed before the water clock expires. Otherwise you will be tied between the posts to be emasculated!” The faces of the already humiliated Scythians turned redder, not only at the command but the recognition of what the wooden stakes were for. All were virgins, their peoples’ traditions forbidding sex with others before manhood, usually interpreted as being achieved at about 18 years. Three, including Roxus, were strongly heterosexual but one did have a guilty secret.

The young Scythian who had tasted the whip earlier took up the necessary position behind his cousin, fear of further chastisement overcoming his reluctance and distaste. However, Roxus’ sublime buttocks lost some of their lustre to vivid red stripes as his two attendant warriors flogged his bottom in order to persuade him to adopt the necessary stance.

Roxus’ cousin splayed his legs and bent himself slightly at the waist, placing his hands on his knees, in order to present his virgin sphincter better to his reluctant deflowerer. Roxus presented his still-erect cock to the youth’s anal aperture and his right hand to the lad’s semi-hard penis, as his counterpart in the other pairing had already done with his own partner. The stopper was then removed from the water clock and the interpreter advised “You may begin!”

Roxus was again hesitant but further flagellation of his rear caused him to thrust forward and, after a little initial resistance, invade his cousin’s rectum with his rigid unlubricated cock whilst vigorously rubbing the youth’s own member. His action elicited a loud yelp of a type that had already been heard from the other pairing, although both were drowned out by the raucous shouts from the thousands of Amazons. Only the Queen seemed to remain silent, although her face displayed a broad smile.

The first of the four young Scythians to cum was the homosexual. Despite the humiliating circumstances and the pain as his anal virginity was lost, the second of the selected youths, whose penis had remained soft despite the proximity of so many beautiful women, was fulfilling a dream, being made love to by a handsome boy. The manual attentions to his rapidly hardened cock soon produced the desired result and, to much ribald female commentary, which he could not understand, a large amount of white fluid spilt onto the grass underneath him. His partner, despite his initial discomfort at what he was asked to do, quickly followed by impregnating the lad’s innards, pleasure at his actions having somehow subsumed disgust.

The other partnership was slower in achieving orgasm and Roxus was beginning to wonder whether they would soon be bound between the stakes when he felt the foreskin of the throbbing cock in his right hand pull back. Soon afterwards, he realised that semen had begun to fall to the ground and somehow this recognition caused his own body to quiver and issue its own sperm. The water clock then ran dry.

The four young topless female warriors attending to each pairing, still composing themselves after their ecstatic highs, separated the youths, causing popping sounds as softening cocks were removed from now damp rectums, and examined the anal evidence to ensure that the first test had been passed. The interpreter then informed the disbelieving young Scythians, as the water clock was being refilled, to adopt reverse positions.

The aghast Roxus reluctantly took up the necessary new position, facing the posts where he might soon be unmanned. He separated his legs and bent over to hold his knees whilst his cousin, semen dribbling from both anus and penis, grasped his cum-covered cock.

Roxus looked at the thousands of smirking yelling girls and women within his line of sight as he felt his partner’s cockhead, restored to rigidity by frantic rubbing, being placed against his virgin sphincter. “You may begin!” were the words again uttered by the interpreter and Roxus was no exception in issuing an agonised yelp as he was agonisingly deprived of his anal innocence.

Roxus felt his cousin’s penis painfully probe deep inside him whilst his own was rubbed vigorously. However, tears came from his eyes instead of sperm from his cock as the ministrations continued, his reddening penis remaining resolutely flaccid. The youth looked at the castration posts and saw that beyond the other partnership appeared to be accomplishing their tasks. The lad began to panic as the stakes seemed to be inviting him towards them.

Roxus suddenly felt the cock within him grow even more just before he experienced a flood of liquid gush into his insides, making him believe that he could almost taste the substance. However, the pained youth’s own member stayed stubbornly soft and he was almost resigned to castration when he glanced at the Amazon Queen. The result was instantaneous. The sight of her wondrous form, especially the shining breasts with gilded nipples, immediately hardened his penis and a few more rubs by his partner, whilst he continued to view the beautiful monarch, achieved orgasmic success just in time.

After separation and inspection, the completely hairless bodies of the handsome but humiliated and red-faced young Scythians displayed strings of cum between both the front and back of their loins. All four 16 years olds wondered what the next shameful ritualistic requirement would be. They were soon to find out as the interpreter ordered, whilst more water was added to the clock, “The second to be selected for each pairing will now lie face-up on the ground, head towards the castration posts, whilst the other kneels over him in the other direction. You will then bring each other to further climax using your mouths!”

The young Scythians were appalled but not now surprised by such a command and, mindful of the nearby whips, speedily assumed the demeaning positions to yet more thunderous cheering. The phrase “You may begin!” again started the sexual action and Roxus, kneeling over his cousin, soon had his relative’s semen-covered soft cock in his mouth. The youth did not enjoy this part of the experience at all but the feeling of his own penis receiving oral attention was another matter, despite having already ejaculated twice within a short period of time.

Roxus’ cock rapidly became hard within his cousin’s mouth and the reaction was reciprocated. The youths became oblivious to their noisy surroundings as they enjoyed the resultant sensations. To Roxus’ shame, his pleasurable feelings seemed to be intensified by detecting a light breeze blowing against his previously virgin sphincter, now oozing excess cum and fully uplifted and exposed to view by the thousands of female spectators. The lads’ bodies eventually convulsed almost simultaneously as they filled their partner’s oral aperture with further white genital product. The tongues of the 16 years olds were later checked by their attendant females to ensure that fellatio had been successful, although spilt sperm running down their chins should have been sufficient proof.

The two naked young Scythians in each pairing were now required to face each other, still sideways to the position of the Amazon Queen. A short post with a bowl-shaped head was then driven into the ground between them by more women warriors so that the top was just below the youths’ genitalia. A simple pair of scales was then produced and placed on a small table located for the purpose in front of the castration posts. The dish located on one side of the weighing tool was green and the other yellow.

It was the yellow container that was placed on top of the post between Roxus and his partner, whilst his other cousins were awarded the green and the clock was refilled.

“You will masturbate your seed into the bowl before you,” announced the interpreter to the horrified young Scythians, “and the pair that had produced the most by the time the clock expires will become slave breeding stock whilst the others will be immediately emasculated!”

Roxus swayed as shock almost caused him to faint whilst he stood before the Amazon Queen.

(To be concluded in ‘Part Three – Geldings & Stallions’)