A beautiful lusty teenage boy is sent into a savage kingdom with a ruler whose perverse tastes run to sexual torture and penectomy.
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THE EROTIC PERILS OF STEFFEN by Razor Chapter One Sultan Ibn-Sabin-Hussein sat cross-legged, his vast weight sunk deep into the satin cushions that were piled high upon his golden throne. Absently, he stroked the sleek black cat curled up upon his lap and watched through puffy thin-slitted eyes as Steffen was led naked into the royal chamber by two Nubian guards. This one would be perfect, the sultan mused. Perfect for what he had planned. The boy had seen but 15 summers and his body was still in transformation from that of child to man. His frame was lean and tight, his tanned flesh still boyishly soft, and his face had a feminine sensitivity to it and a full blonde mane fell to his shoulder blades. His wrists were secured behind his back with leather cord. The sultan had to concede to himself that the boy was more classically beautiful than even the most lovely girl in his harem. It would, no doubt, be quite a show to watch his most endowed Nubian fuck this boy. It would, of course, had not the sultan something even better in store for the youth. It was what was between the boy’s legs that made him such a singular youth. The youth’s cock was magnificent. His face and body might have a soft and delicate femininity to them, but the huge circumcised cock and pendulous balls that hung down between his legs were those of a mighty warrior. The sultan had seldom seen such an impressive set of genitals on anyone, much less upon a such svelte man-child. “Welcome, boy.” Steffen cast a defiant glare in his direction. Although he had, on occasion, punished such impertinence harshly, the Sultan now simply smiled. “You have been a bad boy, Steffen,” he said. “A most bad boy indeed.” Steffen said nothing, feeling the gaze of this oily gnome of a man upon his young nakedness. He had never felt as vulnerable as he did at this moment. Seemingly tired of the affection, the cat sauntered from the man’s lap and strolled lazily towards the boy. “I take it,” the sultan continued. “That you are familiar with justice is this land. We do not believe that thieves should be coddled.” Steffen nodded. “I am sure you have heard the stories of what a cruel man I am. And they are, for the most part, true. I am not a man given to succumbing to the womanly weaknesses of mercy or pity. One must be hard to rule these lands. In my kingdom, thieves have their hands cut off; adulterers are stoned to death. But you should understand that I am little worse than any other ruler in this harsh desert. Indeed, compared to a few of them, I am what some would consider an enlightened despot.” The sultan leaned forward. “Some forty miles to the south is the border of the kingdom of Khallistan.” He smiled as he saw the boy visibly flinch at the enunciation of the kingdom’s name. Yes, he thought, he knows. He knows. “You think that I am cruel over my domain?” he continued. “I am sure you have heard tales of how justice is administered in Khallistan.” “There is a traditional way of administering justice in these lands. An undeniable logic. A thief will lose his hand to the sword. The man who flees from arrest shall lose his foot to the axe. A rapist shall lose his balls, his cock, or both at the discretion of the judge. The caliph, however, rules his domain and administers his justice without regard to such logic. There is but one punishment in Khallistan. You see, he has a most incurable fascination with every possible permutation of emasculation, especially when it comes to beautiful teenage boys. “Boys,” he added with a wry smile that made Stephen shiver, “such as yourself.” Steffen said nothing. He could feel the gooseflesh rising on his arms and thighs. The cat, as if drawn to his fear, sensuously rubbed its soft black body against his calf. “I’m sorry,” the sultan leaned forward, his smile broadening into a wide grin. “Perhaps I am employing too esoteric a term. You do know what emasculation means, don’t you?” “Yes,” Steffen answered. His mouth suddenly dry. “Tell me.” “Tell you?” “Yes. Tell me what ‘emasculation’ means. I want to hear it from those pretty lips of yours.” Steffen hesitated. “It means to cut off...” He swallowed hard. “To cut off someone’s cock.” His own cock began to ache and throb as the blood began to fill and stiffen it. He was naked and on display before this cruel monster and his guards and now he was getting hard at the mention of emasculation. “Yes, indeed it does,” the sultan nodded, his eyes now on the boy’s swelling member. “To this end the caliph has created a special elite force whose sole specialty is erotic sexual dismemberment. And I do mean erotic not only for the sexecutioners and the audience who may be viewing the spectacle but for the condemned as well.” Steffen shifted uncomfortably. He could feel the fat pig’s gaze on his nakedness. On his swelling cock. The sultan sat back and put his bloated fingertips together before him. "And but one example of the caliph’s uniquely perverse cruelty is the town of A’Ka’mor which rose up against the Caliph’s outrageous tyranny. He ordered that the boys of the rebellious town between the ages of 14 and 19 be staked out naked in the desert in a line. Then each boy’s cock was caressed to erection and masturbated to orgasm by the caliph’s sexecutioners. As each boy ejaculated, the cruel masturbater would slice the spasming cock from his body with a gilded blade then move onto the next boy in line. If any boy could resist his own body’s desires, he would avoid the gruesome fate. But no boy could and no boy can for the caliph’s sexecutioners have no equals in their twin and twinned skills of erotic pleasure and sexual amputation.” Steffen listened with a horror-tinged fascination, even as he felt his cock rising to full attention. “And then there was the case of the rebel Saya,” the sultan continued. “An exquisite boy of 18 who, in addition to leading an uprising against the caliph, was also reputed to have several prominent wives of his ministers amongst his many sexual conquests. When he was finally captured the caliph had him secured naked and spread-eagled upon an executioner’s block in the public square and had his sexecutioners erotically tease him to a state of maximum arousal. Then, just as he was on the brink of a powerful ejaculation, the tormentors removed his young cock, at the base, with a pair of shears and his awful wound was cauterized on the spot. But that was not the end of his punishment. Oh no. Far from it. For another 365 days the boy was erotically tortured: his young body licked and caressed by the most beautiful and sadistic women that you can imagine. He was forced to ingest all manner of aphrodisiac. His balls continued to produce copious amounts of boy-seed but without a cock, he was unable to experience the sweet release of ejaculation. Instead, for a year he knew nothing but non- stop frustration as his balls swelled to nearly three times their normal size. After a year of unending erotic frustration, the caliph finally had the boy put to death. The manner of his execution was to be drawing and quartering but with an especially cruel twist. His naked body was secured between four powerful bulls and he was pulled taut. Then a rope was secured around his balls and the other end was fastened to a powerful stallion. The horse was then set off at a gallop and the boy had his balls violently ripped from his body. Only then was he finally finished off by being torn apart by the bulls. “The sadistic ingenuity of the caliph and his sexecutioners seems to have no end. His engineers are always at work in search of more sexually creative execution and emasculation machinery. There are, for instance, his specially modified cock guillotines.” Steffen shuddered at the phrase. “Yes,” the Sultan continued, enjoying the boy’s reaction. “Mechanisms designed specifically to sever a boy’s cock...frequently, I might add, when it is in the spasms of its final ejaculation. In the Caliph’s mind, cumming and punishment go hand in hand. Your pleasure begets your punishment, your punishment begets his pleasure. The caliph’s greatest pleasure is watching a beautiful boy be made to cum totally against his will. Watching a boy cum when he knows it will trigger his outrageously excessive punishment. Watching a boy cum when he knows it will be for the last time.” Steffen’s cock was rock hard now. “A most interesting reaction my words have apparently elicited from your body,” the old man noted with a sadistic leer. “Most interesting indeed. It is erotically compelling --don’t you agree?-- the outrageous atrocities that can be visited on a spurting cock. There are, of course, two ways to appreciate it. One is to empathize with the cutter. To feel the surge of power that comes with stripping a boy of his most treasured possession. The other is to empathize with the victim; to feel the excitement of inevitability and total vulnerability. Faced with their fate, it is amazing how many boys respond with a stiffened cock.” His eyes went down to Steffen’s groin. “As if some part of them actually desired it.” “What is it that you want of me?” the boy asked. “You are a brave, if foolish, youth. Your attempt to steal from my treasury is ample proof of that. Surely you knew what the penalty for such a rash action might be. Steffen said nothing. “The penalty for theft is amputation of your hands. The penalty for stealing from a sultan is death by torture. You understand that?” The boy nodded. “I could have you killed now with but a word from my lips.” “I know.” “It is not in my nature to be merciful.” “Yes,” Steffen said softly. “But I have decided this one time to be merciful and give you an opportunity to cancel your debt to me. Perform the task that I ask of you and I will give you a pardon for your crime.” Steffen listened. “Come here, boy.” Steffen came forward and stood a foot before the sultan, his enormous cock bobbing in the air. The ruler directed his attention to the two guards. “A’dha, Khumarr! Masturbate the boy! Make him cum!” The boy flinched at the Sultan’s words and attempted to step back. One of the giants standing behind him, grasped him with both hands around his upper arms. The callused black fingers held him with a grip of iron. The second guard bowed and walked towards the sultan’s throne where he picked up a vase set before it on the marble floor. The black giant looked back at Steffen with a fearsome grin as he poured the contents of the vase, a clear viscous liquid, into the palm of his right hand. He strolled back to the captive white boy and knelt down at his right and tightly took the slim boy’s giant cock in a tight oily grip. “What do you say, boy?” the sultan asked as the guard began to hard-stroke the boy. “Will you take the chance? Will you risk it all for a slim chance at freedom?” “Ooooh,” Steffen moaned softly, his eyes closed; sensuous lips parted. “If you risk it all, you understand this beautiful cock of yours will most likely end up on a sexecutioner’s cutting board or pushed through a guillotine.” “Yessss.” Steffen sucked in his breath at the image, feeling his erection tighten in the black man’s strong grip. “So what say you then? Will you take my offer?” Steffen hesitated, then shook his head vigorously. “What?” the Sultan exclaimed. “You dare refuse me!” “You gave me a choice...And I’ve made it.” “You turn down your one and only chance at regaining your freedom?” Steffen nodded. “Your cock means THAT much to you, does it?” The boy took a deep gulp of air. The strong Nubian was stroking him forcefully to a quick and powerful orgasm. “Very well then. KuBaar,” he barked to one of the nubians who flanked his throne. “Cut the boy’s cock off. Do it when he cums.” The black guard nodded and pulled from his scabbard belt a large curved blade. Steffen felt his stomach tighten as he watched the hulking black giant approach him as with the silver blade gleaming in the torchlight. “I thought you said you were giving me a choice?” “I did,” the Sultan smiled a thin cruel smile. “And I am. You still have a choice. You can risk the chance of having your cock removed in some torturous manner by the caliph’s sexecutioners or you can choose the certainty of a relatively painless decocking now.” “Painless?” Steffen gasped, the sweat glistening now on his naked flesh. “I believe the key word for you is ‘relatively,’” the Sultan replied. “Oh, make no mistake. When that blade slices effortlessly through your sex meat, the white-hot agony of it all will be indescribable. But even that pain will be nothing compared to the exotically delicious horrors that have been dreamed up by the caliph’s engineers of sexual atrocity. “Perhaps they will split your cum-spurting cock down the middle, bisecting it into two, four, or even more long bloody strips. Or will they, perhaps, remove your manhood a slice at a time? In any event I have no doubt that should you endure such a fate that you will, at that time, wish with all you have that you had chosen the relatively benign method of decocking when it had been offered to you by the Sultan Ibn-Sabin-Hussain.” The boy squirmed in the grip of the sultan’s guards. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest and could almost feel the blood flowing through his iron-hard member. He could feel the cruel edge of the blade pressed against the base of his cock. It was so sharp. One slice from this black giant and it would all be over. He would lose it all. Despite his terror --or, possibly, because of it-- he felt his desire rising with each tight stroke of the guard’s oily fist. “No, please!” he gasped. “What do you say, boy?” the sultan leaned forward. “What do you say?” “Oh God, I’m going to cum!” “What is your answer?!” The boy groaned in erotic agony as he attempted to hold out, every muscle in his young body taut and strained. Instinctively, he raised himself up onto the balls of his feet and his body arched, his pelvis thrusting forward. “When that cock shoots! Slice it!” the Sultan hissed. “Slice it off!” “Noooo!” He felt the cold blade press into his flesh. The ebony giant was focused on the white youth’s thick cock, his muscles taut and ready for the moment he would slice. The guard betrayed no emotion but it was clear that he held no qualms about his duty. Steffen’s cock meant nothing to this man. Every ounce of will he possessed was focused on holding on .But even the desire to escape the agonizing amputation of his cock was not a strong enough force to hold back his young body’s need to ejaculate. The demand of his flesh would not be denied. The boy cried out as the powerful ejaculation shook his body. The Sultan’s beady eyes followed the first thick pearl-white rope of cum as it shot from his cock and arced high into the air before splattering some seven feet away on the smooth marble. Steffen was lost in the overwhelming sensation of the powerful orgasm that had been forced from him. There was no outside world. There was no one else but Steffen and his cock. The indescribable pleasure of cumming! And the burning cold of the blade slicing into his cockflesh. Oh God! They were cutting it off! “Wait!” the Sultan barked and the blade halted in its path. The boy gasped in the throes of orgasm, his knees buckling as he let loose one shot of hot cum after another; the strong fist stroking him hard and fast. Steffen slumped in the grip of the guard, his naked body quivering. He gazed down at his still rock-hard member, a pearl of cum hanging down penduoudly by a liquid thread from his cockhead. Blood ran from a thin cut along the top near the base. It had felt as if the blade had sliced halfway through but gazing at the wound he saw the blade had barely sliced the skin. What would it really have felt like to have the steel slice his cock from his body? “You accept my assignment then?” the sultan asked. Steffen, still gasping for breath, only then realized that at the height of his orgasm he had screamed the words “I’ll do it!” Now, he said nothing. The sultan leaned forward. “I can have KuBaar finish the job. Right now!” The guard grasped Steffen’s cock and brought the blade back up again to threaten the spent but still-stiff member. “No!” the boy flinched as the blade’s cold edge again pressed against the base of his manhood.. “Don’t! Please!” “For the last time. What is your answer?” “I’ll do it!” “You will purloin this item for me?” “Yes!” “Do not think that you can change your mind on this, boy. When you leave this chamber, you will begin preparations to leave for Khallistan immediately and shall be within its gates before the sun has twice risen and set. My guards will accompany you there. If, at any time, you give them reason to doubt your sincerity on this matter, they shall have the full authority to sever that sausage between your legs and leave you to die in the desert.. And I shall not be there to call them off.” “I understand,” Steffen nodded. “I hope that you do,” he said with a nod and then barked the order to his guards: “Take him away and prepare him for his journey.” TO BE CONTINUED