The Queen's Race (Part II)

Part II of the Queen's Race.  Now the stallion gets his "reward".
This is a work of fiction.  All rights reserved by the author.

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There were no other racers behind me.  I had lost!  I had lost the 
race and I was going to lose my testicles as punishment.  I was too 
exhausted to react emotionally or physically.  I was beaten.

	The audience roared as I crossed the finish line.  I was 
dimly aware of their jeers and laughter.  Dejectedly, I hung my head 
low as my body convulsed with pain, anguish, and fear.  My mind was 
numb as I desperately gasped air to regain my breath.  I felt the 
cart unburden as Mistress Jennifer climbed off.  Her boots crunched 
the earth as she approached me.  I was still looking down as Mistress 
Jennifer reached me, I could feel her disdain.  She slapped my cock 
with her palm, sending another wave of pain through me. Then, she 
grasped my right testicle with her thumb and index finger.  Squeezing 
and pulling my testicles down she spat, "I should have hit you so 
hard that one of them ruptured.  Perhaps then you would not have 
faltered.  Now you will lose both of your balls and you have 
humiliated me!"  She released my testicle and drew her index finger 
up my chest.  When her hand reached my neck she pushed my chin up and 
looked my squarely in the eyes.  "You have displeased me once today, 
do not displease me again.  Face your punishment with honor.  You 
were not prepared for that bite, I do not blame you for your stumble, 
but you will not shrink from your fate.  I do not want to hear you 
whimper or cry as you are gelded.  You will lose your balls, but act 
like a man.  Now, put the cart down and I will take you to the 
Queen."  I carefully lowered the cart handles to the ground as 
Mistress took the reigns in her hand.  

	I cantered towards the Queen's grandstand as my cock began to 
grow again; I guess my growing erection was a reaction to the stress 
and to the thought that this would be my last opportunity to get 
hard.  As we neared the grandstand we passed by some pony girls 
standing at attention.  Most of the girls smirked at the sight of my 
hard on, some openly chuckled at my impending fate.  How sweet their 
hairless pussies looked.  Their skin was still flush from their 
earlier race exertions.  I ached with the thought that I was soon to 
be unmanned.  Out of the corner of my eye I saw the victor sizing up 
the pony girls; how different his night would be than mine.

  Soon we were at the steps of the Queen's podium.  I felt a strange 
appreciation for the feel of my testicles and cock swinging as I 
climbed the stairs.  My mind was focusing on my testicles.  The Queen 
stood at the top of the stair case, her eyes were fixed at my 
crotch.  I could tell that she was sizing me up and seemed to be 
delighted at my hard on.

	At the top of the staircase two bare chested female 
attendants took hold of my reigns and led me to what looked like a 
geinocological examining bench, it was the castration table.  I was 
quickly unharnessed and seated on the table.  My upper body was 
supported at in incline and my legs were propped up stirrups, leaving 
my crotch area fully open and exposed.  My legs were firmly strapped 
onto the stirrups, another strap was drawn across my chest and my 
hands were tied together and strapped down above my head.  The table 
faced the crowd grandstand and the ladies in attendance were 
beginning to draw closer to the podium.

	I shook with uncontrollable fear as the Queen walked towards 
me.  I felt ashamed at my display of fear, but, I did not utter any 
sounds of fear.  My erection was beginning to subside as I thought of 
what I was about to lose.  The Queen, dressed in a long flowing 
raspberry red gown and elbow length white gloves, approached me.  
"Time for the loser to pay for his defeat," the Queen proclaimed.  At 
that point the crowd began to chant "one last cum, one last cum."  A 
few mistresses yelled out "milk his last cum, drain him dry."  With 
that, the Queen produced a small circular metal cuff from her hand.  
She drew close to me and slid the cuff down my rigid cock.  "You did 
not think Her Majesty would manually milk you," she whispered.  "This 
is an electro ejaculator device.  It's used to procure sperm from 
farm animals worthy of procreation.  But, for you we are just milking 
your last unworthy cum for our uses."  Two assistants then attached a 
set of wires to the metal cuff, which was now at the base of my 
cock.  Then the assistants attached the wires to a small black box 
that had several dials and switches on it.

	When all was set, the Queen stepped close to the black box.  
The crowd's began to whistle and cheer.  I heard some shouts of 
"enjoy your last cum Gelding!"  Gelding, that word struck me back to 
my impending fate.  I looked to my right and found my Mistress 

standing at attention, with her hands on her hips, and looking very 
displeased.  I heard a click as the Queen turned the device on.  I 
then turned and saw her turn the dial clockwise about 180 degrees.  A 
massive electrical shock slammed into my cock, causing me to stiffen 
against my restraints.  Then the electrical surges settled into a 
quick rithem of on and off pulses.  The effect was to send waves of 
pain throughout my body, yet, my genitals were strangely tingling 
with pleasure.  I looked down at my cock to find that it looked to be 
larger than it has ever been, I guess the stimulation was causing the 
blood to rush into my penis.  My scrotum was shriveling up into me, 
drawing my balls very close to my body.  In a short time the Queen 
turned the dial again, causing the electrical pulses to quicken.  My 
cock felt as if a dozen tiny hands were quickly jerking my off.  I 
knew my last ejaculation was just moments away, but, I resisted the 
release.  I guess it was an act of pride and an act of self 
preservation, as though I could truly put off my fate.  Sensing that 
I was nearing orgasm, the assistants placed a silver bowl near my 
cock.  As I began my orgasmic spasm one of the assistants aimed my 
cock at the bowl.  I could no longer resist.  

	I began to have my deepest, longest, and last orgasm of my 
life.  Every muscle in my body began to twitch as my penis began to 
squirt out my sperm.  The current was turned down as I began to cum.  
I looked down again to see my cock shooting thick gobs of sperm into 
the sliver bowl.  I lost track of the number of shots I made at 
nine.  I felt the last few spasms totally drain my balls and 
prostate.  It felt as all of my spirit and essence was drained from 
me.  My cock twitched a few times after all of my fluid had been 
drained.  The crowd 's cheers reached a fever pitch when they saw my 
orgasm finish.  I fell back exhausted in my restraints, my cock went 
limp, and my scrotum began to relax and stretch out.  I was looking 
up at the sky and feeling that strange sense of post ejaculation 
euphoria when I felt a sharp pain from the right side of my scrotum.

	It had begun, I was being gelded.  I could not bring my self 
to look down and witness the process.  I clenched my fists and teeth 
and kept my gaze fixed at the sky.  The sharp pain was replaced by a 
feeling of pressure as my right testicle was pushed out of the 
incision.  I could feel as my ball was pushed of of my scrotum.  Then 
I felt a tug on my ball that sent a jolt of pain in my crotch area.  
I involuntarily shifted my gaze from the sky to slightly downward.  I 
then saw a sight that that will never leave my mind.  Standing over 
me was the Queen, her right hand raised above her head, holding my 
severed testicle between her thumb and index finger.  The crowd was 
roaring with cheers and shrill cries.  The queen looked me straight 
in the eye and dropped my testicle on my chest, a few inches below my 
chin.  My eyes were beginning to fill with tears as I looked down to 
view my severed manhood.  I was awe struck at the beauty of my 
testicle.  I can still picture it: it was the size of a dried prune, 
it was a milky white color, but the most remarkable feature was the 
network of capillaries covering the outside.  My ball glistened in 
the light and the red capillaries give it a false look of life.  A 
wave of nausea swept over me as the Queen began to cut into the left 
side of my scrotum.  Mercifully, I passed out as the Queen began to 
extract my last remaining testicle.

	I awoke to the sound of giggles.  Coming to I realized that I 
was lying on straw on the floor of my stable pen.  I had to shake my 
head several times to clear the cobwebs before I regained senses.  
Looking around my pen I quickly found the source to the giggles.  
Three stable girls were standing in the open doorway to my pen.  All 
three girls were bare chested and wore tight fitting jeans and cowboy 
boots.  Their firm, petite, breasts bounced lightly as they continued 
to giggle.  A scene like that would have had my cock growing to 
attention.  Then I understood why the girls were laughing.  They were 
there to see the new gilding.  I bet they took there tops off just to 
see if they could get a reaction from me.

	To confirm my suspicions the blond girl in the center asked, 
"what's the matter Gelding, aren't you happy to see us?"  All three 
girls burst into laughter.  I self consciously covered my genitals, 
what was left of them, with my right hand.  I felt around my scrotum 
to find it empty and with two lines of stitches running along each 
side.  My balls were gone.  I lowered my head shame as the girls 
continued their tormenting laughter.  In a strange way I wanted to 
hide from these beauties.  

	The blond called out to me again, "get up and come over here 
Gelding, we have something to show you.  I think you will find it 
very interesting."  Reluctantly, I stood up, my knees were a little 
wobbly, and walked toward the girls.  The three parted to give me a 
clear view into the pen directly across from mine.  I looked into the 
pen and saw the victorious stallion taking his reward.  A beautiful 
pony girl was on all fours, her long flowing red hair tossing in the 
air as the stallion, kneeling on the floor, was thrusting his long 
rigid cock into her.  They were copulating just like horses do.  Then 
something caught my eye.  A thin leather necklace hung from the 
stallion's neck.  Suspended at the bottom of this necklace were two 
white globes.  My testicles!  They had been turned into a talisman, a 
victory symbol.  With each thrust my suspended balls bounced off the 
pony girl's back.  I had to brace myself against the door frame or I 
would have fallen at the shock.

	The stallion turned his head to look at me; then he quickened 
his thrusting pace and turned to face forward again.  My jaw dropped 
but I could not utter any sound.  With in a few moments the stallion 
held himself deeply into the pony girl and grunted as he discharged 
his manly fluid into the pony girl's vagina.  When the two broke 
their union the blond stable girl retrieved the necklace from the 
stallion's neck.  She then walked toward me holding my testicles in 
front of her.  She brought my testicles up to a few inches from my 
eyes.  "Your balls are good size for a loser," she said softly.  "Now 
I'm going to bring them to your Mistress so she can wear them to the 
Queen's Dance.  Who knows, your balls may get to have sex again 
tonight."  The other girls chuckled at that comment and the trio 
turned and walked out of the stable.  I completely broke down at that 
point.  Anguish and self-pity filled my mind as I sunk down into the 
hay and cried my self to sleep.

	I awoke from my fitful sleep in the morning to find Mistress 
Jennifer standing above me.  She was wearing black leather calf high 
boots, tight green jeans, and a button down white cotton blouse.  In 
her right hand was the infamous riding crop; from her left hand 
dangled the leather necklace with my balls swinging at the bottom.  
The testicles looked shriveled from their freshly cut appearance of 
the afternoon before.  "On your knees, Gelding," Mistress commanded.  
Gelding.  My new designation hung in the air for a moment.  It was 
what I would be called forever more.  

	Mistress fastened a black leather collar with a D ring at the 
front around my neck.  She then attached a leather leash to the D 
ring and motioned me to rise.  As I stood, Mistress Jennifer looked 
me directly in the eyes, then she lowered her gaze along my body, 
stopping at my crotch.  I too looked down to look at my permanently 
limp penis.  It had shriveled to a size smaller than my pinkie and 
hung forlorn over my empty sack.  The familiar feel of my balls 
against my legs was, obviously, gone.  Also missing was the fire in 
my heart; it was replaced by despair.  Wordlessly, Mistress Jennifer 
turned and walked me out of my pen.  When we reached the doorway to 
the stable Mistress Jennifer stopped and turned to face me.

	"You are unworthy of these balls, Gelding."  Mistress 
admonished as she raised the necklace to my face.  I was looking 
squarely at my severed testicles as Mistress went on to say, "As is 
the equestrian custom, your gelded balls will be left here on the 
floor of the stable." 

	 "Perhaps some rat will feast on your balls for his 
breakfast; they no longer have any value" she mockingly remarked.   
She let the necklace slip from her fingers.  I watched my testicles 
fall all the way down to the dusty stable floor.  As my eyes fixed on 
my fallen balls, Mistress Jennifer moved the heal of her right boot 
over my balls, and in one quick motion, crushed my testicles into the 
ground.  Mistress then brought the tip of the crop to my chin and 
lifted my head up.  With a stern voice, Mistress Jennifer said, "Face 
straight, with dignity, Gelding, as I walk you through the door. You 
are a gelding.  Accept your fate now."  I stepped through the door, 
into the sunlight, with my head up, back straight, and cock limp.  My 
balls remained behind, crushed into the dirt.  Naked, the world saw 
me as what I was, a Gelding.



	This is my first short story on the Archive.   Any comments 
and feedback are welcome.  Thanks