Tamerlane's Boys 24

By Pueros

Chapter 24 – Beliefs

(Silk Road, east of Yadz, Persia, September 1393)

Teimuraz had spent only a little time with Arman, whilst his young Armenian master studied Zoroastrianism. The boy was not only disinterested in learning about the ancient belief but also content that his young master was being well looked after by his fellow 10 years old, Rashu, leaving him blissfully free to indulge in more agreeable alternative activities.

Teimuraz had been happy to leave Arman in Rashu’s capable hands because he appreciated that his fellow 10 years old was not only highly competent but also very pleasant, both in terms of character and physique. The young squire knew that his young master would both rejoice in such fresh charming company and benefit, because the young Zoroastrian could answer the questions of belief about his faith that the young Muslim Armenian would undoubtedly want to ask.

Teimuraz was not possessively jealous about Arman’s attentions. After all, the young squire already had to share them with Vissarion, Nicolai, Rezan and Sibur. The latter cavalry officer had remained in Shiraz, whilst his young lover journeyed to Yadz, because he was now Tamerlane’s prime bodyguard. His protective duties were currently required more than ever because of the potential for assassins to be despatched from any restless Persian city, let alone the one that was the subject of the conqueror’s present attentions.

As Teimuraz felt the cold steel of the knife belonging to the chief Chinese merchant press against the base of his endangered and painfully stretched and squeezed scrotum, he had no time to regret the delegation of duties to Rashu. The boy’s terrified mind instead focused on the beliefs of the Zoroastrians because his desperate befuddled mental processes had made him, for some unknown reason, pray to their God for salvation from his imminent nullification.

Teimuraz could not later be sure whether his thoughts, as he awaited his emasculation, were as a consequence of what he had somehow subconsciously learnt, when he had been with Arman in Yadz, or whether some sacred omnipotence had placed them there. However, the 10 years old always leaned towards the idea that he had truly picked up the liturgical data via divine inspiration. Nevertheless, regardless of the reason, the boy was subsequently able to recall that, over what must only have been an instant in time, the whole theology of Zoroastrian belief flashed through his mind, whilst the Chinese trader steadied himself to perpetrate the act of nullification.

Teimuraz somehow knew that he had prayed to the single supreme God, Ahura Mazda, whilst the man who was about to emasculate him was an earthly representative of the evil spirit of violence and death, Angra Mainyu. The cosmic ethical conflict between these good and bad deities involves the entire universe, including humanity, whose individual consciousness is required to choose whom to follow. Evil, and its associated spirit, will only be completely destroyed at the end of time when spiritual dualism will come to an end and only goodness will reign.

In the interim, after someone’s death, the soul, or ‘urvan’, is allowed three days to meditate on the past life, before being judged by a divine troika comprising Mithra, Sraosha and Rashnu. If the good thoughts, words and deeds of the deceased outweigh the bad, then the soul is taken into heaven. Otherwise, hell is the destination. Meanwhile, the universe will go through three eras, namely creation, the present world, where good and evil are mixed and people’s good works are seen as gradually transforming the world towards its heavenly ideal, and a final state after when righteousness and wickedness will be separated. Eventually, a saviour, or ‘Saoshyant’, will be born of a virgin, but of the lineage of the Prophet Zoroaster, who will raise the dead and adjudicate on everyone in a final judgment so that all can be purified, with even the occupants of purgatory being released from their torment.

Teimuraz’s tremulous feverish mind was, in the circumstances, peculiarly considering this last theological promise of ultimate salvation when his sensuous tearful eyes glanced at the man who would nullify him. Despite his acute anguish, the boy was beginning to wonder why the Chinese merchant had not yet fulfilled his awful deed.

Teimuraz noticed that the still smirking man was returning the boy’s stare, but with a strange look in his eyes, as if he too was experiencing some mystic revelation. However, the 10 years old also surmised, with appropriate acute apprehension, that the Chinese merchant could surely not delay completing his evil task for much longer.

It was then that Teimuraz saw the man’s eyes glaze over, as if in ecstasy. The boy now began to wonder whether the Chinese merchant was going to enjoy orgasmic ejaculation whilst he severed the 10 years old’s genitalia.

Teimuraz’s thought was, however, quickly disillusioned when the man’s hand and knife slipped harmlessly off the boy’s endangered sexual organs. The body of the Chinese merchant then crashed sideways to the ground, which was already heavily stained red as a result of the earlier nullification at this spot of the young 11 years old Persian. The sanguinity of the soil was now increased, as a result of the blood that flowed from the expertly delivered fatal arrow wound created in the middle of the Oriental trader’s back.

The lives of the other watching Chinese merchants did not last much longer than that of their erstwhile leader, as a hail of arrows quickly sent them to the judgement of the divine troika comprising Mithra, Sraosha and Rashnu.

(Shiraz, Persia, same time)

Vissarion used his wisdom to judge what his best course of action would now be, namely abject surrender or fierce resistance to inevitable rape by the three grubby middle-aged men now temporarily sharing his tiny dark dank cell. He chose the former but not out of cowardice. In fact, his choice was probably braver to select because at least the alternative would have helped him perhaps to salvage some of his inherent pride from the dreadful situation. However, the beautiful blonde blue-eyed young Georgian sagely appreciated that maintenance of a modicum of self-respect in such a place was inferior to retaining some clothes to fight off the pervading damp and chill. The diminutive young eunuch, 16 but looking two years younger, realised that otherwise his body might not subsequently endure the horrid environment for long.

Vissarion was determined to survive, at whatever cost, even that of his pride, because he had a belief, without any accompanying vanity because he truly possessed none, that he had an important contribution still to make to this world before he departed to wherever God had destined for him. The 16 years old’s determination was boosted by not only a deep desire to see his dear friends again, amongst whom he included Tamerlane, but also because of another fervent unflinching belief.

The latter foretold that his beloved Arman would come sooner rather than later to his rescue. The young Georgian did not know how the young Armenian would achieve the feat but Vissarion somehow simply knew that his oldest and best friend would succeed.

For these reasons, Vissarion had elected to strip compliantly, not wanting the gaoler to carry through with the threat of depriving the young Georgian permanently of his clothes if he did not acquiesce quietly to being raped. Accordingly, having chosen abject surrender to sexual abuse, the 16 years old began to remove his once resplendent but now grimy and disheveled court clothes, much to the delight of the watching adults, who, in response, began to expose their universally obnoxious and erect circumcised cocks.

As Vissarion eventually removed his colourful silk trousers to stand before the lecherous trio dressed only in his spare underbriefs, of similar rich material, the sneering gaoler addressed the imminent victim of his libidinous attentions. “There’s a good bumboy,” the turnkey commented with clear derogatory intent, “you’re obviously accustomed to providing your body for the pleasure of others. Well, let’s see how good you really are. Strip completely and then get on your knees because you have some sucking to do to ready our dicks for your rear. Then, after we’ve sodomised you, you can clean our members before we give your throat some liquid reward for all your efforts!”

Vissarion’s hands slipped into the sides of his sparse tight silk briefs, which already highlighted the full shape of his gelded genitalia, but some residual pride caused him to delay in carrying through with the next final shameful act of disrobing. This hesitation caused the gaoler to remark “Now, pretty bumboy, don’t be so shy. We already know you’re a eunuch and haven’t any balls but we’d like to see and feel your dick and, of course, we’ll soon want to give our full attentions to your bare buttocks!”

If such words were intended to spur Vissarion into completing his undressing, they were, of course, rather inappropriate, being somewhat demoralising to the recipient. However, the young Georgian appreciated that this was not the intent of the remarks, as he fully understood that the utterances were instead meant to degrade. Nevertheless, the 16 years old began to push his briefs downwards, his action not spurred by the gaoler’s articulations but by the sudden desire to conclude the current appalling scene as quickly as possible.

Vissarion’s briefs soon lay on top of the pile that represented his other discarded clothing, whilst his hands instinctively then went to shield his gelded groin from view. However, this manual genital protection only induced a further command from the smirking gaoler. “I’ve told you not to be so shy, pretty bumboy,” the grubby man announced, “so put your hands at your sides so that we can all see what you’ve got between your legs, or should I say haven’t got?” The last phrase created much hilarity amongst the adult trio, from the unbuttoned flies of whose dirty trousers three massive filthy throbbing erections had emerged, already drooling precum.

Vissarion reluctantly complied with the gaoler’s instruction, an action that only intensified the trio’s laughter and ribald commentary, as they made verbal observances about the young Georgian’s amended genitalia. The 16 years old’s perfect face, already blushing a little in shame, immediately turned a deeper scarlet hue.

After the gaoler and his friends eventually curtailed their mirth, the turnkey ordered Vissarion to his knees. The gorgeous completely smooth form of the young Georgian, already shivering slightly from the pervading damp chill and the awfulness of his situation, then began to quiver even more, once he had reluctantly obeyed.

These bodily reactions did not stem just from the additional cool, inflicted by the cold wet floor pressing against Vissarion’s knees and lower legs, but were caused by the sight of the gaoler’s wide cockhead, oozing a long thread of clear precum, now appearing before the young Georgian’s sublime face. “Suck!” was the one word command then issued by the turnkey. Meanwhile, two other similarly obnoxious huge cut hairy penises appeared either side of the one eagerly demanding the 16 years old’s initial oral attention.

(Silk Road, east of Yadz, Persia, same time)

“I’m sure that, in the circumstances, you can understand Arman’s decision to return to Shiraz,” Rashu suggested, as he and his fellow 10 years old, Teimuraz, sat close to the one of the campfires lit earlier by the now deceased Chinese merchants. “He thought,” the young Zoroastrian advised, “that sadly you were dead and so believed that, instead of continuing a fruitless search for you, he had to try to rescue the friend he calls Vissarion.”

“I can understand that,” Teimuraz replied, “as I’d have done exactly the same in the circumstances. However, I don’t understand why you, someone I hardly know, carried on the search with the cavalrymen he left behind.” “Well, Rashu,” responded, “by not finding your dead body, or indeed any sign of your horse, both Arman and I believed that there was a small possibility that somehow you might still be alive somewhere, although few survive the desert alone, without food and water, for long. I agreed to help his soldiers continue the search, as I know the area so well. I do think that it was both very thoughtful and brave of your master consequently to return to Shiraz on his own without any bodyguard. I’m sure there are many brigands who’d like to grab his person for ransom, given his well-known importance to Tamerlane.” As the young Zoroastrain spoke these latter compliments, the similarly aged young Georgian squire recognised an unmistakable look in the boy’s sensuous hazel eyes.

Teimuraz immediately appreciated that Arman had become a hero to someone else. The young squire also realised that it was obviously not an uncommon phenomenon, given the fact that the young Armenian already possessed numerous existing fans, ranging in age from 57 years old Tamerlane to 8 years old Yaroslav. The youth was clearly in the latter’s heart because he had helped to rescue the youngster, as well as his older brother, Nicolai, from Toqtamish’s clutches.

“Why did you eventually pursue the caravan of the Chinese merchants?” Teimuraz now enquired, still puzzled as to how he had been located, given that, in the ten days since his disappearance, he must have travelled a great distance from Yadz along the Silk Road. “Our inability,” Rashu answered, “to find either your body or that of your horse. Fresh carcasses are usually easy to spot in the desert from the circling air or ground based scavengers of carrion. However, there remained no sign of you or your steed. I then began to speculate what could possibly have happened if you had disappeared for some other reason than a terrible fatal accident. Fortunately, I remembered the Oriental traders from when they passed through my city. At the slavemarket, run by Muslims not Zoroastrians I should add, they purchased more slaveboys to add to the sad naked collection I had already seen in their possession.”

“I then put two and two together,” Rashu proudly announced, “recognising that, if you were originally returning to Yadz along the Silk Road from the east, you undoubtedly would have encountered the Chinese on the way. Here, I have to commend the leader of Arman’s cavalrymen, for he took the brave and energetic decision to have faith in my belief and put all his eggs in one basket by launching the expedition in pursuit of the caravan. I’m sure that many in his position would not have dared or bothered to act on my conjecture. However, our subsequent ability to overtake the traders before they could illicitly perpetrate the same sort of damage on you, as they were quite legally inflicting on their slaveboy purchases, was hampered by our delayed realisation, as to where you probably where, and consequent late departure from my city. We rode day and much of the night but were still very fortunate to arrive unnoticed this evening, just in time to save your boyhood!”

“I did suggest to the leader of Arman’s cavalrymen,” Rashu continued matter-of-factly, “that he might just want to secure your person peacefully from the Chinese. However, he told me, after noticing what the merchants were proposing to do to you, that not only did he not have time for such niceties but also that Tamerlane would insist on the deaths of the thieving traders, for stealing and trying to nullify one of his boy’s young servants. In fact, he suggested that killing the merchants quickly with arrows was actually doing them a favour because he was sure that the conqueror would have had other, much more painful and lingering, methods in mind!”

Teimuraz’s beautiful brown eyes felt drawn towards the campfire that was providing him and Rashu with warmth, much needed because desert nights were cold and despite the fact that he had been dressed in his original garb. The latter, presumably destined to be sold in some Chinese market, had been found in one of the deceased merchants’ wagons, which, apart from the one accommodating newly nullified young eunuchs, otherwise contained much western non-human merchandise, bartered for spices and other precious Oriental goods.

Other nearby campfires were now surrounded by Arman’s cavalrymen, celebrating their success in retrieving Teimuraz by consuming some of the unexpected booty that had accompanied their victory. However, although they ate and drank with relish, their prodigious consumption did not include enjoying any of the slaveboys who formed part of their plunder. All of the soldiers felt too sorry for the hurting damaged human pillage to want to satisfy any sexual needs in that way.

Instead, apart from those still recuperating from their dreadful ordeal in the recovery wagon, whose every need was attended to as far as possible, the men let the boys sit amongst them unmolested. The soldiers also shared their abundant fare with the youngsters, who were all now literally overdressed in the much-too-big gaudy silk bloodstained clothing formerly worn by their erstwhile Chinese owners. The cavalry would gain their ultimate financial reward for rescuing Teimuraz when their booty, including the young nullified slaves, was eventually sold.

Later, a very grateful Arman, at his young squire’s request, saw to it that the boys went to a good master for a good price, because he in turn persuaded Tamerlane to buy the young eunuchs. They were all also then found good jobs, mainly attending some of the unused female harems that were housed in the conqueror’s many palaces throughout his vast empire. The young Persian found himself serving in Tamerlane’s capital, Samarkand, where he eventually became a rich and influential court official of the conqueror’s immediate successor.

“Did you know,” Rashu rhetorically asked of Teimuraz, whom he had noticed was seemingly transfixed by the campfire they shared, “that my people consider flames to be divine, symbolic of our God, Ahura Mazda?” The boys then embarked upon a lengthy conversation about Zoroastrian beliefs, with the young Christian Orthodox Georgian now displaying great interest in the subject.

Later, warmed by some of the bedding of the late Chinese merchants, whose naked dead bodies, dumped not far away, were currently the subject of much dispute amongst desert carnivores, Teimuraz encountered difficulty in sleeping, despite an overwhelming feeling of weariness. This inability was induced by a mixture of horrible memories, relating to the previous ten days, and elation at his timely rescue, which echoed that in the Spadonis Monastery in Armenia, and anticipated reunion soon with Arman and his friends. Accordingly, the young squire tossed and turned until he felt another young body join him amongst his bedcovers.

The highly considerate Rashu held Teimuraz gently and platonically and requested “May Ahura Mazda give you peace!” In seconds, the young Georgian squire was sleeping soundly and he would not wake until dawn.

“Thank you, Ahura Mazda,” Rashu then quietly declared before he too, still holding Teimuraz, entered comforting slumber.

(Shiraz, Persia, same time)

Vissarion was still sure about his belief that Arman would somehow eventually rescue him from his current awful plight. Nevertheless, this expectation was no longer at the forefront of his distressed mind because of his current degrading circumstance.

The naked Vissarion was now standing and leaning his palms against one of the cool damp stone walls of his cell, whilst presenting the rear of his nude body, partly bent with legs apart, so that his bumcrack was nicely positioned for imminent attack. The young Georgian’s face was not as visually pleasant, as earlier in proceedings, because his visage not only sported some extraneous sperm running down his chin but also a red mark on his left cheek where he had been harshly slapped.

Vissarion, after somehow overcoming his natural desire to gag and vomit at the introduction of obnoxious cocks into his mouth, was only supposed to bring the penises of the three rapists to maximum size before presenting his anus to accept the resultant imminent penile product. However, his sucking and licking of the large, hirsute, filthy throbbing member of one of the gaoler’s friends had brought the smelly man to premature climax.

Vissarion had been forced to swallow all of the man’s resultant copious semen because the alternative would have been to drown, as the young Georgian’s beautiful head was immovably held in place whilst the rapist enjoyed his early orgasm. However, the only reward the 16 years old secured for his successful efforts, after being released to gulp much needed air, was a facial slap and an admonition for inducing the precipitate emission.

Nevertheless, Vissarion, whilst moving to his new demeaning position, was sure that the unruly cock concerned would have enough energy and fortitude to be able soon to impregnate his rear orifice with as much enthusiasm as it had indulged in respect of the oral aperture. His certainty was increased by a glance behind that provided the unwelcome sight of the owner of the relevant penis masturbating his member back to speedy fulsomeness, whilst his friend, the gaoler, prepared to sodomise the young Georgian.

Vissarion soon felt the gaoler’s wide cockhead begin to press against his sphincter, which had always remained pink and tight despite regular invasion over the years by Tamerlane and Arman. However, the latter duo had always entertained the young Georgian’s rectum and prostrate with careful gentleness, wanting the pulchritudinous provider of their penile pleasure to gain as much personal entertainment from their acts of sodomy as they did. Unfortunately, the turnkey and his friends had no such ambition, only keen selfish licentiousness. Consequently, the 16 years old eunuch uttered a loud squeal as the first huge anal intruder, lubricated only by his own oral juices, was rammed fully inside him with no preliminaries or mercy, a reaction that only further energised his rapist’s eager delight.

Vissarion’s anguished groans continued to resound around his tiny prison as the gaoler brutally sought the deliverance of his seed deep inside the beautiful young Georgian’s innards. However, the 16 years old’s pained whines were almost drowned out by the laughter and commentary that accompanied the turnkey’s vicious penile thrusts in and out of the eunuch’s rectum, which filled virtually all of the crevice whenever the massive member advanced forwards.

Vissarion was fortunate in that the now panting gaoler’s excitement and eagerness to enjoy the young Georgian’s wonderful body for the first time was such that he could not delay climax. As a result, the 16 years old soon felt his rectum filling with warm creamy fluid. Nevertheless, the turnkey subsequently seemed to want to keep his gradually softening, finally temporarily placated, member inside the young eunuch before one of his friends instructed him, with clear desperate impatience, “Alright, withdraw from the whore. It’s my turn now!” However, unfortunately for the man concerned, his wish was to be thwarted.

As the turnkey withdrew his cock from Vissarion, with as much brutality as he had entered, causing a loud pop to reverberate around the cell as a vacuum was overcome by air, the unlocked door of the tiny prison burst open. The gaoler turned to see who could possibly be making this unwarranted, unwanted and unexpected intrusion, as did his two companions, both masturbating their penises in acute anticipation of the pleasures to come.

The gaoler, own cock still exposed and dribbling residual cum, saw a very handsome youth, with long silky brown hair and similar coloured eyes, enter first. However, the apprehensive man had no immediate wish to appreciate the immense beauty of the young newcomer, because the latter was dressed worryingly in a warrior’s uniform, which included a fur-rimmed metal-spiked hat, and carried an unsheathed curved sabre in his hand.

The gaoler’s concern was compounded when the clean-shaven youth was followed into the cell by a fierce looking but immaculately dressed bearded older man.

“Who are you?” the fretting turnkey, perhaps understandably, enquired of the two unanticipated arrivals. It was the older personage who answered, having quickly taken in the debauched scene within the tiny prison.

“His name is Arman and mine is Tamerlane,” the clearly furious man announced, “and it is my belief that you’ll soon regret what you’ve just done to one of my boys!”

(To be continued in chapter 25 – ‘Recruits’)