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" I asked you to visit my Villa for a specific reason" said Clio, "I want to explain to you how we and all of our friends who suffer as we do, can solve our problem. We have been deprived for too long. Our husbands do as they wish, they satisfy themselve with their boys and girl, they ignore our needs. I have not slept with my husband for three years, he prefers the bottoms of little boys. We are allowed only females and old eunuchs as servants. We are terrified of becoming pregnant even if the chance of sex with a male did present itself. They are the most cruel bastards to deprive us like this. But I tell you now Aspasia, they do not know it, but they did leave one avenue open to us. I do no know why I did not see it before now.". " What is it" said Aspasia, her interest begining to grow now. " We are allowed to have young boys as servants" Clio grinned. " We are allowed to have them up to about twelve or thirteen years years of age, then they must be taken away or cut, is that not true Aspasia?. Aspasia stared at her. " That is true" she said, but what is the point, castrated boys are of no use to us,they cannot do anything. Clio laughted. " Yes, that is true, but only up to a point. You see, it is all a matter of timing. The boys are unable to produce stiff penises after being cut, that is true. But if they have been used before they get the knife it is different. If a boy has produced semen and spurted it enough times before his nuts are severed, he will be able to produce a stiff organ afterwards. I took me a long time to realise this. You see, I once had a really pretty servant boy, he was twelve years of age. He was a great favourite of mine. " What has that got to do with it?" said Aspasia impatiently. " Well, one night when I was feeling really desperate, I took him into my bed. Yes , I know you will say, what was the point, a twelve year old?. But I was so desperate for the male organs that night I did not care. I just wanted to feel them, to taste them, a young boy would do. But I was in for a surprise. When I spread him on the bed and opened his legs his penis was stiff. And it was a big one for a boy of his age. He also had a big plump pair of testicles between his legs. I spent the whole night on him. In fact, I raped him until dawn. I do not mind telling you this but I sucked his rod until he shot his sperm into my mouth. I was not expecting the boy to produce milk, he was so young, but he did, he filled my mouth with it a number of times during the night. I have never tasted anything more exquisite, sperm from the balls of a twelve year old boy. I sucked and used and raped that boy for almost a year. Then he was taken away and they castrated him, cut his lovely jewels out. I was distraught. I demanded that he be brought back to me after his castration. I had grown fond of him. I had abandoned any hope of his rod ever growing stiff and hard again. He was a gelding now, all he would ever have was a limp piece of flesh between his thighs. They brought him to me after the cutting. I cried when I saw what had been done to his lovely scrotum, the scrotum I had held in my mouth and sucked on so many times. It now lay empty and terribly swollen between his legs". " I tended the two castration cuts for the next couple of weeks. He was terribly sore for a long time afterwards. Despite my sorrow at the loss of his testicles, the loss to me that is, I began to like the idea of seeing to the wounds of a freshly castrated boy. You can imagin it, there he was, lying naked with his legs open in front of me, while I handled his castrated scrotum. You may find this strange but I found it very erotic. Even the thought of what they had done to him began to excite me. I began to fantasise about how they had opened his legs, and how they had cut his bag. In my mind I could see the two fat stones being taken out. His wounds had almost healed and by that time I was using my mouth on him down there again. Four months after his castration, to my amazement, his rod was getting hard again. By six months he was back in my bed, stiff enough to penetrate me. He could not produce sperm, but he could stay hard all night. I found it so erotic. Being fucked by a boy who was castrated, a boy with no testicles between his legs. I loved to slip my hand down and feel his scars when he was fucking me, that really drove me insane with lust. I used to put him in all kinds of positions so that I could see his cuts. Having sex with a castrated boy drove me crazy, but what was equally important was that I could not get pregnant". Aspasia listened, astonished. " This is how we can solve all our problems Aspasia, you , me, and the other women. We have plenty of young slaveboys in our housholds. We pick the pretty ones, and the ones with the biggest penises and testicles. We bring them here to my Villa, my husband never comes here, and we work on them. We will bring them to our beds and masturbate them. I promise you that they will start to produce milk sooner or later. We will work on a boy for about six months, that should be long enough. Then we castrate him. Do not worry I will use the knife on them myself, I told you I often watched hogs being done, it is no different. You may bring some of them home with you if you wish, but I would advise leaving most of them here, it is quiet and isolated, nobody to ask any questions. Then you may come and use them as you wish. A sort of brothel for ladies, only a brothel with castrated boys to service you. To be continued.
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