Amazon Steppes 3 (Conclusion)

By Pueros

Part Three – Geldings & Stallions

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

The stopper was removed from the refilled water clock and the four 16 years old cousins started to rub their soft penises furiously in order to try to achieve a fourth ejaculation in a short amount of time. They were cheered on by the thousands of watching Amazons, everyone knowing that it was the most important masturbation of the young Scythians’ lives, with the continued wellbeing of their balls literally hanging in the balance. As the frightened naked youths proceeded, they were standing in pairs facing each other, sideways on to the enthroned Queen and with their cockheads adjacent to the particular weighing bowl that would settle their fate.

Roxus did not wish his cousins, who formed the other pair, harm but both his partner and him knew that the result of the test meant either the immediate removal of their own testicles or those of the other duo. However, he was encountering difficulty in enlivening his cock again. The youth had never thought of himself as a sexual stallion, masturbating at most once a day whilst dreaming about the pretty women of his village, but realised that he must now demonstrate an avid sex drive or he would soon possess none.

Roxus could see over his cousin’s shoulders and became aware that the other pair was achieving success. In fact, the homosexual came first, stimulated by the sight of his beautiful nude cousin standing in front of him, cock in hand. The amount of semen produced was not great but useful in the circumstances. His partner convulsed shortly afterwards, his own stimulation being gained by the visual proximity of the four young topless Amazon warriors guarding the pairing and his contribution to the green bowl matching that of his relation.

Roxus had managed to become hard but he still felt that he was nowhere near climax and his struggling cousin was only semi-erect. Both youths appreciated that little time was left.

Roxus returned his eyes to the six wooden stakes waiting for the losers and was suddenly sure that they were beckoning him to them. Fortunately, he then refocused on the Amazon Queen, still smiling seductively as she watched the masturbatory spectacle, and again, apparently miraculously, the effect on the young Scythian’s groin was instant. The whole of the youth’s genitalia seemed to expand at the sight of the beautiful monarch as white creamy fluid suddenly gathered rapidly, seeking urgent release.

Roxus groaned loudly and his body shuddered visibly as orgasm came. In his ecstasy, the young Scythians almost forgot the importance of aiming the reproductive product of his loins at the yellow weighing bowl but remembered just in time. The deafening raucous commentary from the women and girls all around intensified as he spurted his sperm into the dish. He had just beaten the water clock but unfortunately his partner had been unable to add his own tribute. Both terrified youths realised that a single masturbatory donation between them would be insufficient to save their manhood against the double dosage provided by their other cousins.

The two young topless Amazon warriors guarding each of the young Scythians now grabbed the arms of their charges, ready to drag the losers to the castration posts, whilst others collected the green and yellow bowls and introduced them to the scales. The youths were led before the table on which the weighing apparatus was placed, facing the Queen and with the stakes immediately to their rear.

The dishes, containing young Scythian seed, were held in place until a signal was given by the Queen to let them go to see which was the heavier. Roxus looked down as his softening cock, sadly knowing that it had performed its sexual function for the last time. He closed his eyes as the monarch waved her hand as he could not look whilst the scales confirmed his fate.

There was more voluminous acclimation as the decision was made. Roxus had to reopen his eyes to allow tears to flow as he felt himself being moved away from the table to the waiting castration posts to be splayed on the grass and tied between four of the stakes. However, this did not happen as instead he felt the grip on him by his two Amazon guards released.

Roxus now realised that he and his partner had been led away from the castration posts towards the enthroned Queen. The youths’ escorts had left them to help drag the other pair to the stakes. Roxus looked at the scales and saw that it was the yellow dish that rested on the top of the table.

The interpreter addressed the released and relieved duo of young Scythians. “Come and prostrate yourself before the mighty Queen of the Amazons,” he commanded, “before receiving your blue tunics.” The youths readily complied, deeply sorry for the fate that was about to befall their cousins but also very happy that it was not to be inflicted on them.

The blue tunics, similarly tight-fitting and short to the white garments the young Scythians had previously worn, were produced by further topless warriors and the new male breeding stock, grateful to be covered again amidst the vast female assemblage, were instructed to sit cross-legged at the Queen’s feet whilst the ceremony was concluded. They saw their naked cousins, now with four attendant guards apiece, tied between the posts, two splayed limbs sharing the restriction afforded by central stakes.

The heterosexual youth fought wildly but ultimately fruitlessly against being bound whilst his homosexual counterpart approached his fate more resignedly. The latter knew that, given his sexual preferences, he would not have been a wearer of the blue tunic for long as he would have been incapable of satisfying the needs of the Amazon females. The youth had tried his best in the selection test through a mixture of fear and not wanting to let his partner down. He also had vague thoughts of subsequently trying to escape before the tribal women discovered his proclivities.

Once the castration victims had been tied firmly and immovably in place, spreadeagled on the ground between the posts, the Amazon Queen, also chief tribal priestess, was presented by a warrior with the sacred emasculation knife, specially re-sharpened as usual for the occasion. She kissed it and handed the gelding implement to a more junior priestess, similarly attired although her skirt was red. The latter approached the appalled and terrified splayed young Scythians.

The junior priestess collected the green bowl, possessor of the young Scythians’ last production of semen, on the way before kneeling first between the knees of the heterosexual. She smiled sweetly at the youth before placing the dish under his genitals and bringing her knife, an ancient bejewelled tool used thousands of times for the purpose, to rest against the middle of the lad’s ball sac.

The junior priestess ignored the young Scythian’s pleas for mercy and subsequent blood and shrieking as she began the emasculating cut, now to disciplined religious chanting from the Amazon throng. She held the youth’s soft semen-covered cock in one hand as she performed her task with practised ease with the other. The incision quickly became big enough for her to search expeditiously for the lad’s testicles, neatly severing one then the other and placing them in the green bowl already containing a sperm mixture.

The junior priestess then moved to the homosexual whilst a trained warrior cauterised the first wound, using a poker from a lit brazier located nearby. The green bowl soon contained four testes. After subsequent drying and painting, the testes would join others on display on the bodies of some of the warriors, the large colourful beads on their necklaces and armbands all emanating from young male scrotums.

Roxus wanted to vomit at the sight of what was being perpetrated on his cousins but somehow managed to refrain.

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

The breeding tent was the biggest on the encampment, with a number of private compartments, with appropriate bedding, surrounding a central area. The male breeding slaves on duty would stand naked, next to an entrance of one of the compartments, awaiting selection by an Amazon before accompanying her inside for the purpose of procreational exercise. A female overseer would supervise the activities of each slave to ensure, using a type of abacus, that all were of satisfactory service to the requisite number of clients before being replaced by another.

Activity within the tent was constant at most times of day and night, with the breeding stock often thankful for the sexual respite caused when the Queen decided that it was time for her tribe to move to pastures anew. The slaves were all between about 16 and 20 because the Amazons considered that males blossomed to attain a peak of youthful vitality at such an age before their sexual powers and potency declined sufficiently to necessitate their replacement.

Roxus and his partner were not immediately introduced to their new function in life but were permitted to recuperate from their ordeal for a week, during which time they were well-nourished with aphrodisiac-laced food and drink to build up their sexual and other strengths, which would be much needed for the arduous ardours that awaited them. The youths were advised that, despite the temptations induced by the love potions, they would be unwise to play with themselves when released from bondage to eat, toilet and bathe but should instead conserve the energies of their loins for the tasks ahead. Both struggled to comply but succeeded in doing so by the time that one was taken to the big tent.

The other, Roxus, was escorted instead to the canopy of the Queen of the Amazons. The monarch had been frustrated at giving birth only to boys, who had been disposed of in the traditional manner, and was hoping that the young Scythian, whose beauty had caught her interest, would be more successful in helping to produce the right kind of child than her earlier paramours.

Roxus had already picked up a little of the Amazon language and, after being left alone with the Queen, was aware of what the command to remove his blue tunic meant. He blushed as he complied, not only at revealing himself nude again before the gorgeous woman but also because a full erection had returned.

The Queen, attired in the low-cut dress in which Roxus had first encountered her, walked round the excited youth to reappraise his fine features. ‘Yes,’ she thought to herself, ‘a daughter of a union with this male should be a worthy successor.’ She therefore walked to her large bed and slipped off her robe, letting it fall to the floor.

Roxus’ rigid cock immediately rose from the horizontal to the vertical at the sight of the wondrous woman lying naked on the bed in front of him. He gulped when he saw her sweet firm breasts again and his throat dried completely at observing the small patch of pubic hair that adorned her loins. The Queen then signalled for the youth to lay beside her.

The young Scythian, still virgin as regards women, advanced as if in a trance-like state in order to obey. He felt as if he was in heaven as he brought his acutely excited quivering naked body alongside that of the beautiful Amazon, who immediately embraced and kissed the youth firmly and lingeringly on the lips. Roxus, overcoming inhibition, eventually reciprocated the Queen’s wondrous attentions and soon the pair was writhing in mutual pleasure as hands and mouths roamed each other’s bodies.

Roxus somehow managed to prevent ejaculation, despite his throbbing cock’s acute desire to erupt the contents of his ball sac, until he was kneeling over the Queen, licking her nipples and presenting his engorged penis, oozing copious amounts of precum, to the regal vagina. The audience with royalty was then fully consummated as the youth began his thrusts to low moans shared with the woman underneath him. Large quantities of Scythian seed then fertilised Amazon regions. However, orgasmic ecstasy between the pair was not yet over as further lovemaking continued for many more hours.

Roxus was introduced to the breeding tent the next day. The mighty Queen of the Amazons did not want to be greedy with the young Scythian’s favours, being prepared to share them with her people.

(Central Asian Steppes, July 316 B.C.)

Roxus had been to this place of encampment four times previously but knew that this would be his last visit. The Amazons came here for a month every summer, during which time the older male slaves, regardless of whether they wore blue or red tunics, were gathered up, tethered together and taken out into the wilderness by mounted and armoured female warriors, led by the Queen. The latter would return over a week later without the young men, who were never seen or talked of again.

Roxus was now 20 years old. Although he retained the looks of someone younger, he recognised that no male was ever retained beyond his current age by the Amazons. Despite his four years of highly productive service as a breeding slave, the youth appreciated that the tribe would now cull him along with his three cousins. All of the latter were eunuchs as his partner in the original selection ritual had not been as energetic in bed as the women expected of the wearers of blue tunics.

Roxus’ anticipation was fulfilled as, just after dawn, his hands were tied behind his back, with neck linked by rope to slaves in front and behind. The line of newly discarded males was then escorted out of the main Amazon encampment for the last time. The young Scythian could not help looking at the female toddlers who were playing around the camp as he departed their world, for many of them were his progeny.

Roxus was fearful for his prospects and those of his fellow males as he had often wondered whether disposal of unwanted slaves was as brutal as that of babies of his gender, although perhaps by some form of sacrifice rather than exposure. He was right to be afraid for his body’s wellbeing.

The party camped at nightfall, at a spot that displayed evidence of previous temporary occupation. The slaves’ feet were tied to prevent escape and their trepidation as to what was going to happen was increased when four stakes, similar to the castration posts, were hammered into the ground nearby. However, Roxus’ immediate concern was overcome when he was unbound and led to one tent for bathing and grooming before being taken to another, that of the Queen.

The Queen was now 39 years old but her beauty was undiminished and, as usual, Roxus’ cock hardened at the sight of her. However, he noticed that there was sadness in her eyes as if something that she did not wish was about to occur. The young Scythian wanted to reassure the monarch, whom he now adored deeply, of his preparedness to submit compliantly to what he had guessed was imminently due. He did not want to shame her by trying to avoid or despoil Amazon ritual but rather please her by paying courageous tribute to the woman he loved.

Roxus now spoke the Amazon language well and said, despite expectation that slaves did not speak until spoken to, “Great Majesty, please forgive my effrontery in addressing you, but I am truly prepared to readily and happily offer myself for sacrifice in your honour!”

The surprised Queen did not reprimand the young Scythian but instead replied “We do not kill those that we discharge from our service. We come here every year to barter them instead. We therefore do not want the sacrifice of your life but rather something else. It is our tradition, of which I am custodian, that those who have helped breed Amazons do not assist the propagation of others!” Realisation as to what was expected now dawned on Roxus.

The next morning, the other possessors of blue tunics had to be dragged, begging and struggling uselessly, to the castration posts to be emasculated by a junior priestess. However, Roxus, who was last and was watching the rites whilst sitting cross-legged and unbound at his Queen’s feet, simply stood up when it was his turn. He removed his tunic and prostrated himself in front of the monarch before walking unescorted to the stakes and splaying himself between them on the bloody ground.

The Queen herself received the bejewelled sacred emasculation knife from the junior priestess and advanced from the throne to where Roxus lay untied. She noticed that the young shaved Scythian cock that she had enjoyed so many times, not least over the previous night, was erect again and dribbling precum. The monarch kneeled between the young man’s spreadeagled legs and leaned over to kiss him before reluctantly introducing the knife to his scrotum.

A heady mix of blood and semen was then produced as the mighty Queen of the Amazons gelded her brave young lover of the last four years.

It was a week later that the Chinese traders came to collect the annual fresh import of young eunuchs from western Asia, much prized in their country. As Roxus and the others were led away to their new futures, along a trail that would eventually form part of the great ‘Silk Road’, the new Scythian eunuch gazed at the Amazon Queen, resplendent on her horse, for the last time. However, his cock no longer rose at the delightful vision.

Roxus saw that the Queen was wearing a new necklace displaying only two freshly painted and brightly coloured large beads on its golden chain.

(Chang’an [Xian], China, September 316 B.C.)

Roxus was standing naked and ashamed on the auction block, hands on head and legs apart. Many prospective Chinese buyers were carefully and closely inspecting his lovely nude form, especially the excellent castration workmanship, or should that be workwomanship?

(Chang’an [Xian], China, September 301 B.C.)

Roxus was fortunately purchased by a Chinese scholar named Meng Zi, who was a devoted disciple of the teachings of Confucius and principal adviser to a warlord based in Chang’an. Such scholar-advisers were very common and prominent at this time in Chinese history, known as the ‘Warring States Period’ because of the country’s disunity and strife caused by its subdivision into seven rival states. They counselled rulers on methods of government, war and diplomacy

Despite, or more accurately because of, the constant warfare, scholar-advisers helped to make the era a golden age of unprecedented cultural prosperity. There was a prevailing atmosphere of acceptance of reform and new ideas, as the various competing regional warlords struggled for survival by attempting to build strong loyal armies and defences, and increase economic production to ensure a broader base for tax collection. Coinage was introduced and significant strides in technological development were made. Public works on a grand scale were undertaken, including flood control and irrigation projects and the construction of canals. Enormous walls were built around cities and on northern frontiers.

These activities required a substantial increase in the numbers of skilled and literate officials and teachers, recruitment to such posts being based entirely on merit. Meng Zi (also known to modern historians as ‘Mencius’) was one to benefit and he was to be profoundly influential, making major contributions to the humanistic interpretation of Confucian theory. In particular, he synthesised relationships so that they were based on ethical behaviour, conjecturing that a ruler could not govern without the people’s tacit consent for unpopular despots lacked the ‘mandate of heaven’.

Given his beliefs, Meng Zi could not consider Roxus to be a slave but rather a servant and pupil. The elderly philosopher began to teach the eager young eunuch, unencumbered by youthful sexual diversions, many things. He was rewarded by the creation of a worthwhile successor who in turn passed on the Confucian refinements to many other worthy disciples, some of whom had to go into hiding around Chang’an when the King of Qin defeated his rivals to unite China in 221 B.C.., becoming Shi Huangdi or ‘First Emperor’, with his capital at Luoyang (Xianyang).

The Qin Kings had relied heavily for their success on scholar-advisers who promoted a different, more authoritarian philosophy, from that propounded by Meng Zi. In fact, there were so many rival philosophies being aired in the China of the time that the ‘Warring States Period’ is also sometimes called the era of ‘100 Schools of Thought’.

The consequence of despotic government, combined with the persecution of Confucians, was subsequent unpopularity for the Qin. This led to their displacement in 206 B.C. by the Han dynasty, which moved the capital to Chang’an, for they were the descendants of the warlords counselled by Meng Zi, Roxus and their disciples. The Han’s adoption of Meng Zi’s version of Confucianism brought unrivalled power to the dynasty, which was to rule for 400 years, and stability and prosperity to China.

As the now 35 years old Roxus lay on his bed, he did not know of the great contribution that he was to make to Chinese history by ensuring that his master’s teachings were passed on to able followers who would help them become the predominant philosophy for two thousand years. The eunuch’s mind was instead on the sad news that he had garnered from the annual caravan that had returned from trading with the Amazons, for the now 54 years old Queen had been killed in a skirmish with another large roaming tribe, some of the forerunners of the Mongols.

Roxus remembered the monarch’s words to him on their last passionate night together as she fondled his genitals between bouts of intense lovemaking. “You should not regret too much their imminent loss of potency,” she declared, referring to his sexual organs, “but should instead be proud of what they have contributed to my tribe in such a short time. You have the ability and courage to do great things, so go and do so without the disturbances caused by the desire to procreate. You have achieved enough in that field, it is time to move to other horizons!”

Roxus had learnt that terrible revenge had been inflicted on the people responsible for the Queen’s death by warriors led by the new 18 years old monarch. The Scythian felt pride but not because he had become principal assistant to Meng Zi or a senior minister of the Chang’an warlord.

The eunuch was instead proud, despite his distaste for violence, because he knew that he was the father of the newly crowned mighty Queen of the Amazons.

THE END

of

AMAZON STEPPES

by Pueros