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AUTHORS NOTE: Every now and then I’ll see a picture that brings a scene to mind. I finally had an opportunity to sit down and write it. The picture which inspired this story can be found here: http://sites.google.com/site/malesubmit/
Chapter 1
“Yeah, I scored four goals in just the last six minutes of the match.”
The young women standing around the tan, beautiful young male of almost 21 years giggled as he bragged about his polo skills after the match. The shirtless rider enjoyed the attention of his suitors and was about to continue when he was abruptly interrupted.
“I wonder how many goals I could score if I rode you around as my steed? We’re going to find out if you don’t get your ass off that horse right now,” said a solid, fierce looking woman, approaching quickly by foot. All heads turned to see that it was General Kao, the hard line opposition leader to the boy’s mother’s rule. Dressed in her military attire, she stopped at the side of the boy, flanked by her six female lieutenants.
“Look at you. Not even a collar. I said get off that horse, boy!” she reiterated.
“But this is my horse, and we’re on my mother’s property,” the nervous male responded, trying to display courage to his suitors. He knew there was a fine line between courage and complete stupidity, and he was riding that line closely.
“I won’t say it again!”
The trembling boy stared back, but cracked under the pressure. It would not be wise to stand up to this woman. Her views on male rights were well known, and they weren’t favorable. While he knew she was unlikely to strike him down on his mother’s property, her reputation for having a quick and ruthless hand for males was well known.
He did not care to add to her lore. Without a word, he relented, slowly dismounting and standing out of the way. Kao grinned as she took the reigns.
“Put the prisoner on the horse,” Kao ordered her lieutenants. This was a slap in the face to the boy, a public humiliation to him as well as his mother.
Tarak could not stand silently by. “How dare you take my horse and give it to a prisoner! We are not on public property, Kao. You have no right to do this.”
Kao was surprised by the outburst, but was actually impressed that the male had the balls to make such a stand.
She turned slowly to face him. The young women watching half expected Kao to unsheathe her sword and slice the boy in half. Instead she held her tone in check and said, “The prisoner is a woman, which outranks males. That means she has more right to ride this horse than you.”
“But we are on private property and I am of royal descent.” He knew this was as close to slapping her face as he could get.
“Don’t you dare speak to me of ‘royal descent,’ you filth. One more word,” She reinforced by sticking her finger millimeters from his face, “just one more word out of you and I will make you carry this woman yourself!” The female warrior was furious. She had allowed the male to stand his ground while a dozen women watched. She had to humiliate him to make it clear who the victor was. “And how dare you wear clothes in my presence. Strip!” Kao slowly drew her dagger from her belt, telling her opponent that she would not stand for another debate.
Tarak realized that he had gone too far and had to comply. The humiliated male first removed his knee-high padded shin guards, then his leather boots, followed by his tailored white riding pants, then finally his form-fitting underwear. Kao had successfully reduced the ‘royal’ male to nothing more than a common worthless male slave in the eyes of his suitors.
Kao cocked her head when she began to inspect the naked body before her. She lifted the boy’s cock and balls with the flat side of her weathered dagger.
“Not bad…better than I had imagined.”
Tarak held his breath, though his heart beat even faster. The warrior smiled with delight as his cock began to rise against his wishes. Within a minute, he was completely hard.
“I’m glad to see we understand one another.”
The warriors, accompanied by the injured prisoner and the humiliated boy, arrived at the front porch of the Queen’s mansion. She walked out, having been apprised of who was approaching.
“Kao, what is the meaning of this? Why is my boy walking naked, barefoot even, while you allow this woman to take his horse,” the queen asked glancing down at her boy who stood at Kao’s side, still holding his folded attire in his arms.
Kao received the reaction she had desired. The two women shared no love for one another and oftentimes took verbal shots at the other whenever the opportunity arose. While they both had the same political goal in mind, female supremacy for the entire land, they each had different beliefs in how to get there.
The queen was of the old guard, the original revolutionaries who rose up and took control of the kingdom from the corrupt and weak minded males. Early in the revolution, she was outspoken against showing mercy on any of the rulers, demanding that they be punished for their sins against the kingdom.
She even help pen the new constitution. Specifically, she authored the Bill of Rights which outlined and greatly reducing the rights of males. She did all of this as part of the existing ruling royalty. Many of her male relatives, and sympathizing women, were imprisoned or eliminated due to her work. Because of her tireless work on behalf of women, the young woman was held in the highest esteem. She was quickly elevated to queen for a period of 25 years, at which time, a new senate and prime minister were to be elected and power would begin to shift to elected officials.
After giving birth to four girls and a boy, the queen began to show some leniency towards males. She rescinded three of the terms in the Bill of Rights, she herself drew up. This act began to drive a wedge between the two schools of thought. The older female generation, the revolutionaries, were growing tired of the hard line. As the younger generation saw them, they had begun to soften.
It was this younger generation that insisted on maintaining the hard line against males, and not allowing them anything more than the very basic of human rights. Kao was the most outspoken of this younger generation. She had served on the frontline, fighting the male-led resistance. She knew the male dominated history and she saw how ruthless they were in battle. She saw no good purpose in returning any rights to the males at all. With the advancement in the biological sciences, even their use for reproduction was not an absolute necessity.
“My prisoner is injured and required a horse.”
“Bullshit! You knew I was presenting my boy to potential suitors and your game was to belittle him in their presence. He’s nothing more than a common slave in their eyes now, and they were the best young women in the territory!”
Kao chuckled and looked down at the naked form at her side. She spit, just missing his feet. “Well if it makes you feel any better, I’d be willing to pay you 800 crowns for him.” Her posse erupted in laughter. She looked at them for encouragement. “No, really, I’m sure he’d make a nice slut for us to share each night.” More laughter.
The queen motioned for Tarak to come to her side. “And how dare you make him wear one of your slave thongs. Take that off, Tarak.”
“I knew you would be upset if I allowed the royal cock and balls to swing freely all the way here. It’s all I had to give him,” Kao said with mock respect.
The angered queen looked down at her boy’s sex. Shocked at what she saw, she reached down to feel the thick drop at the tip of his flaccid cock. “What’s this?” she asked to no one in particular. “Tarak, did you ejaculate?” Now the queen was furious.
“Yes, my queen. Kao forced me to masturbate,” the red faced 20 year-old mumbled.
“I had heard so much about the royal sperm; I wanted to see if for myself,” Kao chimed in. “Tell me, boy, how did it taste?”
“How dare you! I may allow my son certain privileges because he’s royalty, but I adhere strictly to the law of the land which states that no male shall be allowed to achieve orgasm for his own pleasure. You blatantly forced him to disobey that edict. I will have you arrested for this, you bitch!”
By now, the various male and female slaves from around the estate had gravitated towards the ruckus. All were standing silently watching the two women, warriors in their own right, square off. The queen’s four daughters had arrived to stand by her side, in show of support. The royal guard, loyal to the queen to the very end, stood ready to defend her, should the scene degrade to that point. These females were every bit as fierce as Kao’s lieutenants, who inwardly hoped their leader would quiet her rhetoric.
“Easy now, queen. Those are harsh words for a simple offense.”
“Hardly a simple offense! Tarak is the last of the royal males. His sperm is very valuable and his virility is in danger in this environment. Surely even you, Kao, can respect that.”
“Queen, his cum is only valuable to you and a handful of your self-absorbed ‘revolutionaries’ living in a forgotten era. Your monarchy is a thing of the past. Society has moved on. No one really cares about your damn bloodline or his god damn cum.
“When I am elected to rule next month, I may very well turn that male into my own personal gelding. I’ll cut those balls from between his legs with this very blade and bronze them for my own royal necklace! Or better yet, I’ll let him keep his balls, and I’ll have him pleasure himself on the town square every night and sell his royal cum to all the peasants for two bits.”
Not willing to dignify such an outlandish statement, the queen tried to remain statesmanlike and asked, “Have you nothing better to do than to come to my house to humiliate me and my son? Is that why you rode all the way here, you despicable tramp?”
“No, no it’s not, my queen. As a matter of fact, we are here on military assignment. We need to stay here tonight. There’s a storm moving in and we need to take cover. We’ll leave in the morning to continue our expedition on the prairie.
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