Generational bull

Centuries ago, the empire was ruled by King Gallus the Suspicious - a deeply paranoid and tyrannical ruler. He saw assassins in every shadow, poison in every cup, and betrayal in every whispered conversation at court. Convinced that his ministers were plotting against him, he began sleeping in a different wing of the palace each night, employed food tasters for every meal, and executed advisors on the slightest suspicion. Yet mere executions were not enough. He wanted their minds and desires completely under his control.King Gallus devised a cruel and intimate system so that his ministers would not go after women or pleasure unless it was explicitly provided by the king himself. He ordered every minister and senior advisor locked into heavy enchanted chastity cages of iron and silver. These devices remained on permanently, except for one carefully controlled night each month during the peak of their wives’ ovulation. On those nights, the ministers were brought under heavy guard to the palace. Royal physicians assisted with specialized contraptions to ensure they could still father legitimate heirs. The king often observed the humiliating proceedings from behind a screen, satisfied that he alone held the key to both their release and their legacy.

At that time, my ancestors were not nobles. House Torvald began as strong, virile slaves brought from distant conquered lands to serve the kingdom. King Gallus recognized the physical superiority of these men - their height, strength, and potent masculinity - and appointed them as the Royal Consorts of Domestic Harmony. While the ministers remained caged and obsessively focused on governance and proving their loyalty, my forefathers were granted full access to the ministers’ wives for the rest of the monthly cycle. We provided the passion, deep physical satisfaction, and repeated fulfillment that the locked and frustrated ministers could never deliver.Over generations, the system became an unbreakable tradition. The ministers’ bloodline adapted to its harsh constraints. Denied regular arousal and natural use from youth onward, each successive generation of their men grew smaller and weaker. What was once average became puny, then almost insignificant. They evolved into men of intellect, administration, and political cunning, while true size, stamina, and masculine presence concentrated entirely in House Torvald.We rose steadily from slaves to a respected, discreet, and powerful bloodline. Each generation trained its sons in strength, technique, and absolute discretion, becoming the shadow bulls to the realm’s most powerful families.Today, the old empire has evolved into a modern nation, yet the ancient arrangement quietly continues among the elite. The descendants of those ministers now serve as CEOs, senior politicians, top bureaucrats, and influential judges. They wear sleek, biometric chastity devices hidden under their tailored suits. Once a month, during the precise ovulation window, they attend private medical facilities where their wives’ eggs are harvested. The eggs are fertilized with the minister’s sperm through IVF under strict supervision, and the resulting embryos are transferred back. This clinical process guarantees that every child remains biologically the minister’s own, preserving the official bloodlines with complete certainty.This is the legacy King Gallus created through his all-consuming paranoia - a hidden balance of power where ministers hold titles, authority, and legitimate heirs, while the men of House Torvald have provided the masculine presence and fulfillment behind the scenes for centuries.

I am the bull of this generation.

I continue the tradition with pride.