THE HAREM EUNUCH

This is the story of  Kojo a handsome young man who one day makes a 
fatal mistake of robbing an Arab prince. As a punishment he  is 
captured and brought to a Harem and there is penis is cut off so that 
he may server the many beautiful Women of the Harem as a Eunuch. Over 
the months and years to come he is surrounded by some of the worlds 
most beautiful women and suffers painful frustration at his lack of 
manhood.  However later his is permitted to help teach discipline to 
new women who have joined the Harem and he begins to enjoy his new 
lifestyle

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THE HAREM EUNUCH

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This is the story of  Kojo a handsome young man who one day makes a 
fatal mistake of robbing an Arab prince. As a punishment he  is 
captured and brought to a Harem and there is penis is cut off so that 
he may server the many beautiful Women of the Harem as a Eunuch. Over 
the months and years to come he is surrounded by some of the worlds 
most beautiful women and suffers painful frustration at his lack of 
manhood.  However later his is permitted to help teach discipline to 
new women who have joined the Harem and he begins to enjoy his new 
lifestyle.

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CHAPTER 1: 
HOW KOJO LOST HE PENIS AND BECAME A EUNUCH

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The last day Kojo spent as a free man was spent as he usually spent 
it.  He woke late and stretched and yawned.  His beautiful girlfriend 
Karma was out of bed already and walking about the apartment in her 
short silk negligee revealing her long, beautiful black legs.  Her 
proud breasts would be seen beneath the silk and the nipples stuck 
out prominently.  She had made him some coffee and still yawning and 
stretching he got up to pour himself a cup.   Their apartment was 
rented and in poor shape, most of the furniture, the TV and the CD 
system and the like, were stolen either by Kojo or by his friends.   
Karma  made her usual comments about his laziness and he replied with 
a typical quip that she wasn’t complaining about his hard work last 
nigh.   She gave a look at his huge penis which swung as he walked 
and remembered the long session the night before.  Little did he know 
that that was to be the last fuck of his life.

He was too lazy to make breakfast and if his mother wasn’t around 
there was always a chick like Karma to do it for him.   She worked 
part time in a shop and sometimes by prior arrangement earned a 
little extra bread by selling her favors.  Kojo did not mind as he 
had managed whores before and as long as the tax man and the police 
left him alone he didn’t care too much about yesterday or tomorrow.  
After an hour or so he set off for a bar to team up with some other 
guys, shoot some pool and enjoy a beer or two.  

In the mid afternoon  he and an old buddy set off for their usual 
entertainment of the day and source of steady income which was to mug 
wealthy pedestrians. They waited in side alley for rich white folk in 
suits to walk by then without making a sound they would catch up with 
them and grabbing them from behind seize their arms and remove their 
wallets.  It was all over in a second and before the victim had 
recovered from the shock they would be off and away.   Before they 
began they would make a quick instinctive check for police cars and 
other sources of danger.   They kept the cash themselves and sold the 
credit cards to local fences for a small fee. They in turn would sell 
them on and they would be used within half an hour before they could 
be canceled.

That day an olive skinned man with a small beard had walked by.  He 
wore a very expensive Italian suit and looked like a good target.  As 
they grabbed him Kojo notice that he smelt very strongly of perfume.  
It was unusual for Anglos to smell so strong and suspected the man 
came from an Arab country or the like.  He and his friends never felt 
ill will towards their victims.  Indeed he sometimes even waved at 
them if he saw them again to show he had no ill feeling. He regarded 
the whole thing as a game.   His only real anger was towards other 
pimps who muscled in on his territory and to a couple of local police 
detectives who he felt took their jobs too seriously.   However this 
victim was different. The man was not as paralyzed with shock as most 
were and he sensed a deep and dangerous mood in the man.  As they ran 
away he glanced back and saw the man look at him with a cold angry 
stare.

That guy had been loaded and Kojo was in a good mood now looking 
forward to spending the loot.  As he suspected the cards were in some 
foreign sounding  name of not quite Arab, maybe some other African 
country. 

It was getting dark and Kojo left the bar to meet Karma after work . 
He planned to take her out to somewhere swanky on the proceeds of the 
days work.  As he passed near the spot where the days work had been 
done he half noticed a sound behind him but before he could react his 
arms were pinned behind him and a large man was holding a BIG knife 
to his throat.   The man in the suit appeared and took off his sun 
glasses and gave a cold smile.   That was the last thing Kojo 
remembered before the injection took effect and he lost consciousness.

When he awoke he was naked and in a cell of some kind.  It was not 
like the cells in the local police station which he knew well.  The 
walls were stone and there was a window high up with iron bars.  It 
was more like a Hollywood move set of an old castle dungeon but soon 
he realized he was not in any dream world.  The bars of the cell were 
also iron and looked very old.  The stone floor was covered in straw 
and were other cells along the corridor.  He stood up and realized he 
was very thirsty. He wondered how long he had been unconscious.  In 
fact it had been several days and he had been transported across 
oceans in the cargo hold of a plane to a land from which he would 
never return.   

There was an earthenware jug in an alcove and a silver drinking mug.  
He poured some water and drunk and poured some more again.  Soon he 
had drunk most of it and feeling much better he tried to talk to the 
other men in the cells along the corridor.  Some were very young, and 
some a bit older but none could speak English. All were naked. The 
seemed to speak a wide range if African languages.  He wondered what 
was going to happen to him.

At length a party of huge men arrived and made their way to his 
cell.  They wore long gowns and turbans made of a brown cotton 
material all except the one who gave the orders. He wore satin and 
had gold jewelry.  They carried leather straps and chains which were 
clearly meant for him but the chief one carried a long cane.  They 
all spoke in the same African language as the men in the cells.  The 
door was opened and he  was told to come out.  Despite the language 
difference there was little doubt as what they meant.  He was really 
frightened and obeyed meekly making only token resistance for the 
sake of his pride.   His common sense told him that there were no 
social workers and lawyers to plead for him and these men could do 
things that his local police would stop short at.

In a second his arms were held in the straps, a collar was around his 
neck and he was being led through big metal studded door ways and 
through court yards.  The men who led him were of enormous build and 
clearly spent many hours pumping iron.  Although he was naturally 
very muscular he did not even try to resist them.   At last he was 
led to a room with a pillar in the middle which was covered on one 
side with what looked like leather pads.  He was forced against this 
and the collar fixed to the pillar.  In a moment his legs were 
strapped to the pillar too and his arms pulled right back around the 
pillar’s sides.  The men stood back and looked at him.  For the first 
time they showed a flicker of emotion. They smiled and gave each 
other knowing looks.  The chief one took his cane and flicked Kojo’s 
penis about and lifted his testicles.  The men smiled and for the 
fist time Kojo realized that he was going to be castrated.  He began 
to struggle and cried out for mercy but the men laughed at him.   
Filled with panic his heart thumped and he swore and cursed at the 
men.  They gave each other more knowing looks and smiles.  

After a few minutes an old man entered the room.  He wore a plastic 
apron and took no notice of  Kojo. With him was a young boy dressed 
in pantaloons like the father.  He uttered a comment and the others 
instantly stopped their laughter and began rapidly to wrap numerous 
leather straps round his body.  They tightened these so hard that 
within seconds he could not move and only just breathe.  The leather 
pads molded into the contours of his body and ensured that his body 
was held rigid against the pillar.  One of the men held his nose hard 
and when he began to breath through his mouth they forced a leather 
bit between his teeth.  It was part of a harness that was soon 
strapped around his head.  Finally they stood back to admire their 
workmanship.  The old man gave him a glance and muttered a world that 
this was acceptable.  He returned to a small grind stone turned by 
the boy at which he was sharpening a long thin knife.

Finally a hood made many layers of heavily woven satin was placed 
over his head and adjusted to hang around his shoulders. There was a 
small hole for him to breath thorough and he could catch a hazy 
glimpse of the old man bending down in front of him if he inclined 
his head slightly by looking through the edge of the air hole with 
one eye.  He felt a need prick in his penis as the old man inserted a 
syringe and injected him with a pain killer. Then he heard voices 
which sounded like women and smelt the odor of sweet, beautiful 
exotic perfumes.  Before his penis become numb he felt the soft 
gentle caress of their soft slender, exquisitely manicured fingers as 
they stroked and played with it.  Through the breathing hole he could 
catch brief glimpses of stunningly beautiful  eyes surrounded by 
veils, beautiful cleavages of round firm breasts and luxurious silk 
clothes adorned with a myriad of gold and silver jewels which tinkled 
as the women spoke in their soft Arabian voices.

Kojo hoped they would beg for mercy for him, expecting the sight of 
his penis would enthrall them. But he was wrong.  The old man placed 
a noose over his penis near the base made of thin cord.  He tugged it 
really tight so the penis root was narrowed greatly but Kojo could 
not feel much by now. The other end he placed over a small pulley 
wheel mounted in the wall.  The women then took a small weight each 
and took turns to place them in a basket a the other end of the 
cord.  Soon Kojo’s penis was stretched and stretched and as the blood 
was cut off it swelled and the veins stood out.  The women giggled 
and the other men smiled both groups looking at each others eyes to 
share their fun.  Meanwhile the boy began to shave Kojo’s pubic hair 
with an electric clipper and then with a disposable plastic razor.  
Finally he pained the area with iodine. 

There was then a wait of a quarter of an hour to let it stretch.  
While they waited the men flicked the tip about and played with it 
while they joked and laughed together. The women giggled and gossiped.


The old man ran the long think knife over a spirit lamp which he then 
blew out and then after a moments careful thought, in a single steady 
action cut off Kojo’s penis without a flicker of emotion.   The 
basket of weights dropped to the ground with a loud clatter and the 
penis jumped forward to land on the stone floor which was covered in 
sand. Drops of blood splattered around and a red fountain poured from 
the stump.   Kojo felt little but realized what was happening and 
cried. He tried to shout but the gag prevented all but muffled 
noises.  The women put there hands to their faces in mock 
astonishment and the other men clapped.  The boy picked up the penis 
and after washing it in a small sink put it into a jar of spirit 
which stood on the table by the grind stone.  After fitting  the lid 
he placed the jar on a shelf where it stood amongst dozens of other 
jars also containing penises.   The old man had been the official 
castrator for many years and the boy was being trained to take over 
from him when he retired.

The blood poured down Kojo’s legs but soon they other men were 
fitting a specially shaped silver retainer in front of his groin.  It 
had a central tang that went between his legs and when it was fixed 
they poured fine alum powder inside.   The alum soon stopped the 
bleeding and the leather straps were removed to permit the blood to 
circulate and for him to breath again.  The women bade farewell to 
the men (who were, of course, eunuchs of may years standing 
themselves). The old castrator cleaned and dried his knife and he and 
the boy left for home.  The other eunuchs left to take coffee while 
alum took effect.

Kojo remained chained to the pillar for some hours crying and shaking 
and despite the warm tropical air, shaking with shock and feeling 
cold.   His new life as a harem eunuch had begun.  Little did he 
expect the pleasures it would hold for him one day. 

{ In Chapter 2 Kojo’s training begins and he becomes deeply 
frustrated as the women tease him.)