Emperor Xian Long lounged in his bronze tub, steam rising from rare Eastern herbs as he snapped at Long’er to fetch boiling water. "I am the Son of Heaven," he declared with a smirk, "and that sniveling Minister of Rites learned his lesson after I ordered him beaten for whining about Northern grain. Peasant lives are dust beneath my throne." The lesser servants scurried away at his command for imperial robes, leaving only the head eunuch.
Long’er let his cloth drop, and the remaining eunuchs surged forward, pinning Xian Long’s arms and legs. "Release me at once!" the emperor roared, his voice echoing off the tiles. "I am absolute power!" Yet they rolled him into the crimson carpet reserved for tribute consorts, carrying him like a prize to the eunuch department’s chamber.
Grand Eunuch Zhao greeted them with cold precision. "Ancient law demands the dragon’s seed be fully spilled before the blade falls," he intoned. Xian Long thrashed in humiliation, but his body betrayed him, his cock growing hard amid the terror. The assembled eunuchs chuckled at the sight.
"Kneel and stroke, Your Majesty," Zhao ordered, the men forming a circle. "No more blowjob from your harem now." Xian Long’s hand moved despite himself, panting as sweat beaded on his skin, his mind flashing to forbidden thoughts of wet pussy and dripping ass to fuel the unwanted fire.
"Look how horny the mighty emperor is," Long’er quipped sharply. "All that power, yet here you are, cock in hand like a common whore." The tension built with every witty taunt until Xian Long came hard, cum splattering the dirt floor, his body shuddering.
They demanded a second release, and he obeyed, stroking furiously while sweating and panting, the shame twisting into raw pleasure as he came again. Zhao drew his blade for the third.
The revolution had only begun.
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