Tamerlane's Boys 13

By Pueros

Chapter 13 – Bloodshed

(Persia, June 1352)

It was just after dawn when Reza strolled across to the captives, determined to convey orders to the guards to cut their charges’ throats. However, the rise of the sun now afforded the Persian warlord his first opportunity to appraise fully the delectable forms of Tamerlane’s boys. As his cock grew under his baggy silk trousers, the rebel leader instantly realised why the youngsters were so precious to the dreaded conqueror, for he had rarely seen such beauty in male form.

The vision caused Reza to reappraise and then slightly amend his plans. The warlord ordered Tamerlane’s boys to be separated from their bodyguards and guides before issuing his originally intended command in respect of the adult captives only.

Vissarion, Arman and Nicolai uttered aghast shrieks as they observed their surviving older companions’ jugulars quickly slit, with blood pouring out of the resultant appalling fatal wounds. Their initial instinctive reaction was to run to the dying men but they were prevented from doing so by the rebel soldiers holding them. The boys therefore issued a series of loud brave profoundly insulting denunciations of the warlord who had given the dreadful command. However, the latter, although understanding the Turkish dialect in which the youngsters hurled their profane slurs, ignored the affront for now.

Reza instead gave instructions for the secret disposal of the bodies, in a manner designed to prevent later discovery, and the cleaning up of all evidence of the slaughter, along with recent human presence at the scene. Shortly afterwards, Tamerlane’s boys found themselves draped across horses, hands tied to their feet under the animals’ bellies. It was a demeaning position Vissarion and Arman knew well, from previous experiences in Georgia and Rus, although it was new to Nicolai.

Reza, having fully appreciated the allures of Tamerlane’s boys for the first time, had decided to take a calculated risk. He had encouraged himself to believe that the youngsters could disappear with him to his remote citadel with equal proficiency when compared to consigning them to unmarked graves, particularly as he now considered the premature deaths of such male splendours to be a waste. The warlord was, of course, unaware of a similar previous mistake made by a certain Arab trader in the Black Sea.

Reza’s reasoning was reinforced by his conviction that, if secret possession of Tamerlane’s boys eventually became too dangerous, he could then quietly dispose of them, either by murder or sale to neighbouring Arabs. The warlord, in fact, thought that the latter idea had much to commend it, being additionally the likely future option for disposal once he had tired of his new catamites. He would not only undoubtedly secure large prices for such goods but also the reassurance that they would disappear forever into the vast largely unknown swathes of desert that formed Arabia.

It was mid-morning by the time that Reza’s men had completed their tidying up and the mounted rebels departed the scene, with the last horses dragging effective wicker mats to hide their trail. It would take a numbers of days’ hard riding through inhospitable terrain to reach their distant secluded destination in the remote regions of south-west Persia. Tamerlane’s boys, in particular, did not enjoy the journey, not only because of their acute discomfort but also as a result of distress at what had happened to their bodyguards and worries about what was about to befall themselves.

Reza’s abode was a large tall but grim ancient stone citadel, atop a rocky crag that dominated the area. At the foot of the rock lay a small village. Tamerlane’s frightened boys were initially accommodated in a gloomy cell deep in the bowels of the foreboding fortress.

Meanwhile, in Kashan, Tamerlane himself was almost apoplectic at learning that his boys and their bodyguards and guides had disappeared, apparently without trace. The ruins for which they had departed were deserted, with no evidence of recent visitors, although the party had been observed en-route there. Patrols had scoured the surrounding bleak countryside for signs but without success, with the sparse local, mainly nomadic, population professing ignorance of any strangers in the area.

Tamerlane later led his own desperate expedition in search of his beloved boys but with equal futility. He eventually found himself alone in his magnificent tent, surrounded by many items belonging to Vissarion, Arman and Nicolai, and finally broke down, as he had done previously when the young Georgian and Armenian had been taken in Azof and Rus. With luck, they had then been safely rescued but somehow the conqueror instinctively knew that this time the result would be different, and his intuition never let him down.

Tamerlane’s sobbing increased as he bewailed his boys’ loss and berated himself for letting it happen again.

At that moment, Tamerlane’s boys were proving obstinately uncooperative. The most that they had done to comply with their captors' instructions was to eat, wash and dress in fresh clothes, as they appreciated that such activities were good for their health. However, they resolutely refused to obey any other commands, a defiant stance that they knew might be less pleasant for their ultimate wellbeing. This concern, in fact, proved well founded.

Reza had at first chosen to adopt gentle tactics with his new acquisitions, expecting them to succumb to subservient service with little hostility. After all, they had the terrible example of their murdered bodyguards and guides to appreciate what the consequences of disobedience could be. He was therefore disappointed at their reaction. This transcended into anger when the boys’ blatant defiance dragged on for much longer than the initial token period he had first assumed would have to be endured.

Reza’s tactics therefore went from one extreme to the other, although he was now to make the inaugural mistake of applying them to all three boys at the same.

Vissarion, Arman and Nicolai found themselves suspended naked by chains from the ceiling of a dank chamber, normally reserved to entertain those whom Reza wanted to question very closely, being full of evil implements designed to gain satisfactory answers. However, their first visitor was not the warlord but his wife.

The woman granted her husband great latitude in all aspects of life, including his bed companions, in return for similar consideration from him. Their marriage had been one of convenience to unite two previously warring clans and the pair never really liked each other, a situation worsened by the man’s homosexual preferences and his wife’s lesbian tendencies. Accordingly, after performing their duty by producing a son and heir, they very much left each other alone, although the warlord always took time to appraise his spouse of political affairs, needing the support of her family and supporters.

On this occasion, Reza had informed his wife fully and truthfully about the capture of Tamerlane’s boys and his plans for them. She expressed happiness at the careful precautions her husband had taken to disguise the youngsters’ fate and did not mind her spouse taking the catamites to his bed. However, she did advise him to send the brats to an Arab market sooner than later. This was not out of fear of the conqueror but instead out of need for money, coffers at present being rather empty. The replenishment of the latter had been one of the reasons for their clans’ involvement in the recent rebellion but, in the event, this participation had actually exacerbated matters.

The woman had decided that she wanted to view Tamerlane’s infamous boys, primarily to see what all the fuss was about, before her husband did them harm, as she disliked the sight of bloodshed. She was accompanied by one of her young female servants, a regular bedmate.

The naked Vissarion, Arman and Nicolai were painfully lined for feminine perusal, chains already biting into their wrists and ankles and made worse by the heaviness of the shackles separating their feet. The middle of the latter consisted of weighty metal rods, forcing the boys’ suspended legs to be wide apart.

Both Reza’s wife and her servant laughed aloud at the first sight of the three distressed young nude males, all of whom she recognised instantly from descriptions, despite never having seen them previously. The females’ amusement increased when they approached Nicolai to examine his gelded genitalia.

“Nice boy,” Reza’s wife advised her companion, as she held the young Muscovite’s small forever flaccid cock upright in her hands for a better view of his empty scrotum, “but he seems to be missing something.” Mutual feminine giggling intensified before similar attention to and comments about Vissarion’s genitals were made. However, there was then greater serenity when Arman was viewed.

On the part of Tamerlane’s appalled boys, such intimate scrutiny of their naked male forms by two unknown females was an unprecedented humiliation. Such events were just never supposed to happen, particularly in the Islamic world.

“Hmm,” Reza’s wife announced with a smile, as she fondled Arman’s rapidly expanding and substantial cock in her hands, “this one could almost make me like males. However, there still seems to be something missing but I can’t work out what.” However, realisation soon dawned. “Ah, of course,” she continued, “the stubble gives me the clue. He should have more pubic hair. Shave it off for your master, do you?”

Arman did not want to answer this embarrassing question, which he understood because all three of Tamerlane’s boys were proficient in the Persian language, having spent considerable time in the country, especially the young Armenian and his Georgian friend. However, he was encouraged by a foretaste of the pain to come when the woman squeezed his balls viciously to solicit a reply, an action she could not, for obvious reasons, perpetrate on the two eunuchs present.

“I do!” yelped the anguished Arman, as the first of many tears to be shed that day developed in his sensuous eyes. However, the torment of his balls literally pressed on. “You show a lack of respect, boy,” his female genital torturer suggested, “for I am your new master’s wife. You will therefore term me your ‘mistress’ or I shall emasculate you as surely as your two friends have been, regardless of the fact that you’re a fellow Moslem!” The excruciation experienced by his scrotum caused the young Armenian to bow to her wishes. “I’m sorry, mistress,” he managed to say between heavy intakes of breath. The woman then relented and released her vice-like grip, inducing the 15 years old to issue a loud grateful sigh.

Unfortunately, Arman forgot his thanks and the agonising hold on his testes quickly returned. He also had to be advised of his mistake so that he could rectify the matter in order to eradicate the testicular pain, at least for now. “I’m sorry again, mistress, for forgetting my manners,” the young Armenian heard himself uttering before longer-lasting relief came to his aggrieved ball sac, above which, despite his genital suffering, his cock had remained shamefully hard.

Vissarion and Arman observed Arman’s distress with great unease, realising that his swift capitulation to the torturer’s demands might be repeated by them all when the undoubted further infliction of pain was soon undertaken, presumably by the husband as opposed to the wife. Their earlier resistance to his demands would then prove not only to have been futile but also foolhardy.

Reza’s wife and her servant stood back to appraise the young nudes from further away and began debating the boys’ physical merits amongst themselves. “I have to confess,” the former stated, “that I can see Tamerlane’s attraction to them as, for males, they do possess great beauty, even if two have had their supposed prize assets adjusted. I think that I’ll ask my husband to let the pair of eunuchs serve me whenever he doesn’t need them. As for the other, judging from his still rampant member, it might be difficult to curb his sexual urges if he were to share such duties.”

Reza’s wife then deeply shocked Arman and his friends by adding rhetorically, blasphemously and insultingly “Do you really think Allah would mind if such a whorish slut was gelded? I think that I’ll discuss the matter with my husband, especially as three eunuchs would be more valuable in the Arab slave markets than two.” However, the boys’ insight into the woman’s thoughts about their more distant future was now terminated when she and her servant departed, but not before suggesting the youngsters’ imminent prospects.

“Goodbye boys,” Reza’s wife announced with a chortle, “my husband will be here soon to punish you severely for recent effronteries and break you to our will. Do enjoy the hours ahead and try not to spoil the chamber floor with too much bloodshed!”

Meanwhile, in Kashan, Tamerlane was reluctantly beginning to accept that he had lost his beautiful beloved boys forever. No news whatsoever about them had materialised from any source, despite the offer of huge unprecedented rewards. To occupy his deeply distraught mind, he therefore began to plan the next phase of his Persian campaign with his advisors. However, the latter and others were now fearful for their own safety, for the conqueror’s acute depression had caused much moroseness and the return of his terrible temper, which everyone knew could be dreadfully fatal for those on the receiving end.

Plots against Tamerlane’s life were not uncommon but had always previously been betrayed by carelessness or the efficacy of his spies, or both, and easily crushed, invariably with great ruthlessness. However, plans for a coup now materialised that would not be so readily dismissed, as the conspirators were amongst the conqueror’s closest and most able associates.

It now appeared that both Tamerlane and his boys would suffer greatly for their unwanted separation.

(To be continued in chapter 14 – ‘Traitors’)