Tamerlane's Boys 5

By Pueros

Chapter 5 - Pursuits

(Georgia, July 1389)

The aghast Vissarion considered the appalling news conveyed by the smiling interpreter and thought of his master, the conqueror.

"No!" the young Georgian then exclaimed but to the surprise of the Mongols the word was shouted not in fearful trepidation but with ominous intimidation.

"We are Tamerlane's boys," continued Vissarion in a strong loud unfaltering voice that even frightened Arman, "Tamerlane's! You will not harm us because if you do Tamerlane will find out who you are and then pursue you and all of your kin to the ends of the world. He will not rest until he has captured all of you and all of your families. You will then all die slowly and horribly and towers will be made of your heads. Be aware of who we are. We are Tamerlane's boys and you will therefore not harm us but rather let us go. You will also give me the plunder that you have taken from Georgia and then leave my country to return to your own. You will do so because we are Tamerlane's boys!"

Vissarion's words had not yet been translated by the interpreter but the very tone had caused quiet to descend on the encampment, with the only sounds heard being that of the birds and other wildlife. The astonished interpreter, smile wiped off his face, then managed to convey the young eunuch's message to his leader, whose smirk was also lost as his jaw dropped. The eerie silence lasted a while whilst the scar-faced Mongol considered the 13 years old's demands.

The leader's smile eventually returned but this time it was one of obsequiousness not pleasure. The man announced, through his interpreter, "I was, young master, just jesting about our intent. We, of course, mean Tamerlane's boys no harm. I apologise for our ignorance in not realising whom we had captured. Please, please accept your clothes back and accept our hospitality whilst we ready the items you require!"

Four hours later, the young catamites, riding good steeds and leading donkeys laden with loot stolen by the Mongols, met up with their amazed bodyguards who were tracking the route taken by the boys' abductors. The men had been alerted by Vissarion's uncle, who was badly wounded but not dead and had managed to remount his returning loyal old horse to ride for help.

The young Georgian managed to allay quickly the bodyguards' second concern. The eunuch knew that they would be worried that Tamerlane would blame them for allowing their charges to fall into danger and so told them that he would ensure that the conqueror recognised that the boys' capture was not their fault. The soldiers then happily escorted the 13 years olds back to the villa of Vissarion's uncle, relieved at the lads' miraculous survival and safe return, and their own continued wellbeing.

Vissarion and Arman returned to Tiflis two days later, after saying appropriate goodbyes, and arrived a day after schedule, to find Tamerlane deeply concerned for their welfare. The boys recounted their adventure to the astonished conqueror, whose eyes shone with a mixture of acute relief and immense pride, the latter reinforced by inspecting the Mongol animals and returned pillage in the lads' possession. However, his two young lovers had to work hard to persuade their master not to seek vengeance on their captors, finally managing to persuade him by suggesting that he would be dishonouring their word if he picked out that particular enemy raiding party to pursue.

That night, Tamerlane held a feast in the palace he had appropriated from the former Georgian ruler, located on the on one of the highest terraces on which Tiflis was built above the River Kura. His boys were the guests of honour. The largesse extended to the whole army, as food and drink luxuries were distributed by the leader to salute the young heroes, in whose name many toasts were therefore awarded. Afterwards, the conqueror and his catamites enjoyed a night of sublime passion in an ornate bedroom, through the large window of which could be seen the many lights of the city below and the full moon and stars above.

Tamerlane, after being disrobed as usual by his boys, sat as usual naked in a chair whilst he watched his young companions undress themselves before lying in each other's arms on top of the conqueror's immense bed. Vissarion and Arman luxuriated in the feel of each other's bodies and the reciprocated touch of their partner's hands and mouth. The young Armenian's cock was hard long before he had reached the bed and now it was oozing precum as its rigidity was increased by the sweet tingling caresses of young Georgian fingers and lips.

Arman repaid Vissarion's penile attentions by invading with his forefinger his friend's rectum, cleansed as usual like his own through an earlier enema. The respective actions caused both boys to writhe and moan in sexual bliss. The watching Tamerlane, stroking his own massive throbbing erection as he observed the delightful spectacle, uttered his own loud groan as he splashed himself with his own sperm.

Vissarion was by now well versed in knowing when Arman was close and so he let go of his friend's vibrating penis to reposition himself for a different invasion of his anus. The young Georgian lay face-up and held his legs in the air to present his lovely pink sphincter for young Armenian incursion, which soon arrived. The boys' ecstatic moans increased in frequency and volume as cock and prostrate were treated to wonderful sensations that were repeated throughout both 13 years old bodies.

Vissarion had never really known genital orgasm but did not believe that anything could be as delicious as the pleasures he experienced as a result of Arman's careful and loving acts of sodomy. The young Georgian joined his friend in yelling in ecstasy when he eventually felt young Armenian semen flood deep inside him.

Tamerlane waited for Vissarion and Arman to retreat from their climactic highs before joining the boys on the bed. His catamites licked away the common sign of their master's delight at watching their lovemaking before turning their oral and manual attentions to the man's lips, nipples and re-energised cock. The young Georgian then accepted another anal offensive by the conqueror, the initial pain that he always felt because of the bigger invading force quickly subsumed by the return of prostrate pleasure as his rectum was vigorously ploughed. The boy soon issued another matching ecstatic shout as further sperm impregnated his innards.

Vissarion and Arman then returned their attentions to Tamerlane's body in order to reinvigorate the man's softened cock, an aim quickly achieved. After half an hour's licking and sucking and fondling, the conqueror's vertical member was ready to erupt again and this time it was young Armenian territory that succumbed to anal conquest.

The threesome now slept awhile until Tamerlane woke and gently shook his nude bed companions into consciousness. More licking, sucking and fondling then took place before Vissarion swallowed his master's seed, an act to be replicated by Arman just before dawn.

Arman was rewarded with his master returning the favour. Tamerlane engulfed the boy's own re-hardened cock in his mouth whilst Vissarion kissed his companion on the lips and gently played with his friend's nipples. The young Armenian was soon tightly gripping the bedcover as his lovely bottom rose upwards towards the main source of bodily rapture to compensate it for its actions with copious amounts of 13 years old semen, the taste of which the conqueror thoroughly enjoyed.

The next day, after the not uncommon night of intense passion, Tamerlane gave his young catamites two splendid white Arabian stallions to replace their ponies, which they had returned to riding after the animals had been located and rounded up by the lads' bodyguards on the estate of Vissarion's uncle. The conqueror declared that it seemed that his boys had become conquerors themselves, if only of men's minds, and so deserved appropriately worthy mounts. He also sent one of his best physicians to the uncle to speed his recovery from his bad but non-fatal wound.

Whilst Tamerlane was conferring with his generals about how to drive the various groups of Mongols from Georgia, Vissarion and Arman went to inspect some of the reconstruction projects their master had ordered in Tiflis. "What I pulled down, I put back up in your honour!" the smiling conqueror had told the happy young Georgian.

The boys immediately recognised the person in charge of the works, who was talking to some of his foremen. The man was initially shocked to find himself being hugged by two beautiful, richly dressed young boys until he realised who they were.

The stonemason, who had rescued Vissarion and Arman in Isfahan, had been well rewarded by Tamerlane with gold and an important new role. He had originally been sent to the conqueror's hometown of Shakhrisabz to supervise the completion of the magnificent tomb that his new master had commissioned for himself there, before being sent to Samarkand to start work on the magnificent tomb that his new master had also puzzlingly commissioned for himself there. However, he had then received a command to travel to Tiflis.

"You'd better not show too much delight in seeing me again," the man joked, "or Tamerlane might become suspicious of our relationship!" Vissarion and Arman released their hold on their former rescuer and joined in his laughter before trading news of what each other had been doing in the previous two years.

Vissarion and Arman were never to know that one of the reasons for the man's interest in their welfare in Isfahan had been his physical attraction towards them, an appeal that he had been too shy and considerate to confess or act upon. However, the stonemason was still happy to be a platonic friend of the boys who, in the years ahead, would always look him up whenever they could.

(Banks of the River Kuban, Khanate of the Golden Horde, November 1389)

By skilful co-ordination of his forces, Tamerlane had eventually succeeded in driving the Mongols from Georgia and over the Caucasus Mountains into their own lands. However, the conqueror was not content to rest on this achievement. He intended to destroy the power of the marauding bands that controlled vast swathes of Eurasia so that they would not threaten his domains again. He also planned to confiscate much of their wealth.

With these aims in mind, Tamerlane had pursued the Mongols into their own territory until the onset of winter had forced him to a temporary halt. The conqueror encamped with the main elements of his army on the banks of the River Kuban [now in southern Russia], which ran into the Sea of Azof, an inlet of the Black Sea. Nearby towns and villages were plundered for the provisions the army would need to sustain itself during the winter respite.

The countryside all around was to be cold and snow-covered for months and so Tamerlane concentrated on pursuits other than war whilst waiting for spring. He practised his horsemanship by playing a game with his mounted bodyguard whereby a large rag ball was encouraged by scimitars towards a line defended by opponents. The conqueror was pleased to observe that Vissarion and Arman, despite their diminutive size compared with the horses they rode, were as good as many of his cavalry at the exhilarating pastime.

Tamerlane also hunted for enjoyment and to supplement camp rations. He was particularly pleased when successful in tracking and killing bears but had been elated to see his boys bag one of their own. Vissarion and Arman, now trained in the use of a sword, had begged to be given the opportunity to fight the cornered animal and the conqueror gave them permission, despite his strong reservations. However, he could not resist their entreaties, especially when they were backed up by pleading beautiful young blue and brown eyes.

Tamerlane had grimaced when Vissarion and Arman had dismounted to tackle the large angry savage beast and almost intervened before combat was engaged, being very afraid for the welfare of his boys. However, he had desisted and been rewarded with a quick skilful kill and no damage to his beloved catamites. The creature's fur was to adorn the conqueror's bed throughout the winter, keeping him and his young lovers very warm during the freezing nights.

Tamerlane also tackled chess, a pursuit at which the seemingly strategically astute Arman in particular showed great proficiency. The conqueror was good at the game but not as good as some of his adult opponents who fawningly deliberately lost to him. However, the young Armenian did not display similar consideration and regularly routed his master, whose dislike of reverse was always disarmed by his catamite's gorgeous smile in victory.

Vissarion was not as good at the pastime as his friend but had a go and was gracious in frequent defeat. The young Georgian's speciality appeared to be in telling the many folk tales of his homeland that he retained in his mind and which often entertained Tamerlane and Arman during the long dark winter evenings, whilst sexual passions were temporarily sated and spent.

Tamerlane had also come to appreciate the eunuch's sagacity, ahead of his tender years, and always listened to his advice and suggestions, now regularly and confidently proffered without solicitation, something that the man had not allowed previously. The conqueror had additionally noticed that, when he did not follow such counsel, his young catamite had subsequently been provided right more often than not, although the boy never commented on the fact.

One night, Tamerlane woke and lay looking at the beautiful faces of the boys sleeping next to him, naked bodies warmed under the bearskin. At that moment, the conqueror wanted this winter to last forever.

(Banks of the River Kuban, Khanate of the Golden Horde, March 1390)

The winter snows were melting with the onset of spring and Tamerlane's army was preparing again to pursue the Mongols. It was a pursuit that would result in further unwanted perils for Vissarion and Arman, and in the acquisition of another as one of Tamerlane's boys.

(To be continued in chapter 6 - 'Moscow')