Girls' Toys

I’m their house-boy, a general servant at the mercy of Xentha and her spoiled darling girls. I serve them breakfast in bed, clean their rooms, run errands, do the washing, cleaning and shopping, fix things around their palatial apartment, clean out the pool and if I’m lucky run their baths and lay out their night dresses and clothes in the morning.

Best of all though – and I’m really happy and lucky to be a house-boy – the girls use me as their plaything. They ride around the house on my back – I have to go into their playroom on all fours anyway – paint my body and make me dress up in girl’s clothes. I like it when I’m on my own with the three of them playing games. Little Vaginia likes to see how long she can stand on my bursting cock before I beg for mercy and them she takes for a walk on a lead. Sometimes she takes me to her friends’ houses and the girls compare their house-boys, which boy is the prettiest, which one looks cutest in a stockings and high heels and whose cock is biggest. I usually do quite well on that and the girls take it in turns to stroke it, stopping just before I’m ready to burst. They are taught how to do that from a very early age, and why not. Boys and men know their place. And we’re trained not to touch our cocks ourselves – or touch the girls. If we’re caught playing with ourselves it means a week’s hard labour, chopping trees or something like that or being strapped up spread eagled and naked in the girls’ school gym, to be humiliated in front of hundreds of shrieking teen schoolgirls.

Another time I like is when I wait on Xentha and the girls and all their friends at parties. Then the house is full of beautiful women of all ages, in diaphanous gowns and silk and lace lingerie. Sometimes they bring their own house servants, strapping naked teen boys with even bigger cocks than mine. We serve the drinks and get down on our hands and knees to allow our mistresses to sit on our backs or rest their feet on us. We whisper to each other, comparing our lives and wondering when our turn will come to become complete eunuchs.

I know mine will be soon. At my age my cock is causing too much trouble. It’s up all the time. Klittie measured it against her best friend’s servant boy. Mine was seven inches and his was only five and half. Xentha makes me wear a tight metal band around the base of the head to make accidental spillages less likely. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t such a pretty boy, with shoulder length blond hair and a smooth body. I’ve been shaving it for two or three years now. Although I should say the girls and their friends have been doing it. Sometimes the young girls get together for an evening shaving their house-boys. I like just lying there and feeling little Nipellia soaping my body and holding my balls up to shave underneath them, watching their friends doing the same thing to their house boys, three or four of us lying side by side in a row as the half naked girls move over us, shaving brushes and razors in their hands.

But I shouldn’t complain really. If I wasn’t considered so handsome I wouldn’t be with such a beautiful family of ladies and girls and if I was short and fat my cock and balls would have been strapped up for years, with just a little opening to let me wee. Boys who’ve been in restrain t for years and years have very tiny penises that never get very big – just two floppy inches is not unusual. They are likely to be given more menial jobs to do and may be twenty or more before they are castrated. The more strapping and handsome you are the more girls like to play with your body but also the younger they like to turn you into a eunuch. They want to castrate you while you’re in your prime as a teenage male hunk.

So, being a good looking young male means being an object to be driven wild with touches and perfume and surrounded by nearly naked girls and sophisticated ladies you can’t touch to the point where you’re just begging to be freed from your delicious torments and have you cock chopped off. Which is what women want. Every female between the ages of ten fifty wants to see a teenage hunk with a pulsating cock feminised and humiliated and castrated. They enjoy doing the tormenting as an appetiser to making love to each other and enjoy even more when the hot male meat and muscle is cut off to make a fresh tame eunuch.

Of course it is much better being a eunuch and that’s what’s intended for all the males born now. The numbers of males is regulated in the laboratories so there are just enough of different physical types to meet women’s needs – which are not for sex – women have each other for physical intimacy and pleasure – but as pets, toy-things, objects of amusement, servants and slaves.

So what will happen when my permanently long fat cock is taken off? Well, I’ve heard all sorts of stories from eunuchs and other boys. The mistress who has raised the boy holds a party for all her lady friends and their daughters at which the boy’s penis is rubbed and stroked and fondled by everyone there until it explodes and the hot, thick liquid that bursts out is caught in a bowl and taken to the laboratory to make another boy or girl. Then the boy is laid out and Removers, the lady castrators, operate while everyone looks on. Some boys have their cocks removed, some their balls and some both. I’m not sure what will happen to me . Xentha will tell me the day before.

I’m not frightened. I know it’s for the best and when I’m a eunuch I’ll be able to serve my mistresses and all her friends and all the little girls much more fully. I’ll be allowed to enter their rooms to dress and undress them, and bathe them. So I’m really looking forward to it and the party that Xentha will give in my honour when I’ll be castrated in front of hundreds of beautiful ladies panting and kissing and feeling each other as they watch me turned into a eunuch.

And now the news I’ve been waiting for. Xentha has just called me in to stand naked in front of her, Labietta, her lover and the three young girls, to inform me that next week my cock and my balls will be taken off at a grand party for two hundred ladies and girls. I’m overjoyed. My cock rises up, hard and throbbing. I don’t touch it as little Vaginia leans forward to squeeze it tight while Nipellia tickles me underneath my balls and Klittie press herself against me from behind, her arms around me, pinching my nipples. I can smell their perfume and their slender bodies rub up against mine through their sheer panties as I stand there with my hands on the top of my head. Nipellia’s smooth chest is pressing against my back and I can feel the wet smoothness through her panties against the cheeks of my bottom. I am delirious when suddenly they stop and I collapse to the ground panting and groaning. The girls look down at me their arms around each other’s waists, smiling and giggling to each other. Xentha and Labietta watch curled up together, kissing and fondling. They order me to immerse myself in a cold pool.

I do so willingly and as the fresh water embraces my body the news begins to sink in. A week to go before the one and only explosion my cock will have and I become a eunuch in the service and Xentha and her three adorable girls.