Tales of Pulkritude-A New Hope

My name is Judd, and for want of a better title, I’m the Historian of Pulkritude. To be more specific, I am Judd II. My father was my predecessor, both the first Judd and the first historian. To him, Pulkritude and men, in particular, owe a great debt.

During the time of my mother, the old Queen, a vault or tomb was discovered. It had been sealed so that most of the articles inside were well preserved. There were books, maps, and strange articles made of wondrous materials. My father, being a favorite of the Queen, probably the only person she actually trusted, was placed in charge of this discovery. It was scandalous that he, a eunuch and slave, was placed over citizens-free women-but people who spoke out against the Queen usually met Gaia sooner than they wished.

There was a complete library of books in the vault. Included were books that were used to teach young children to read. From them, my father taught himself to read. The language seemed quite similar to ours, probably its predecessor.

Much of the information found in the vault was so sensitive that Judd organized a coterie of fellow eunuchs to study the archives. In his study he found that the Curse of Gaia-which causes all non-castrated males to die at puberty-was actually a disease which was spread by terrorists in what they called the twenty-first century. It’s difficult for us to determine how long ago that was since that date has no meaning in our present day society. Our calendar began with the establishment of Pulkritude which was 749 years ago. We have no reference before that date.

Until the discovery of the vault, our religion taught that men were an inferior-a cursed-sex, cursed by our Goddess, Gaia. For that reason men were valuable only for the sperm which they produced, and, since they had to be castrated immediately after breeding-otherwise they would die-they then had no value other than for their labor as slaves.

Boys were separated at birth from their mothers-then raised by eunuchs in isolated compounds. There was no one in the compounds who remembered ever seeing a woman. The boys believed that they would leave the compound at age fourteen to be bred with Gaia-to produce more boys. They had no knowledge of their true fate-to breed with women of Pulkritude-to be castrated-to live the rest of their lives as eunuch slaves.

Boys with defects were gelded at age ten, then spent the rest of their lives working in the compound. Boys chosen to breed were brought to a sexual peak at fourteen then bred to as many women as possible.

Judd was, in every way, exceptional. He had blond hair and blue eyes, which is unusual today. He was larger-in every way-than the other boys his age, and more intelligent. He was destined-groomed-to breed with only one woman-the Queen.

It has always been our custom for the boy who breeds the Queen to be castrated-his gonads sacrificed to Gaia- then killed. No queen wanted for a eunuch to be able to say that he had sex with the queen. The old Queen kept Judd’s testicles as a souvenir-kept him as a confidant and lover. If she was capable of loving anyone, that person was Judd.

Judd’s union with the Queen produced twins, my sister, the present Queen, and I. My sister was raised in the palace, mostly by Judd. I was castrated shortly after birth and sent to the compound. It was not desirable for a son of the Queen to spread his seed among other women who might produce-by his blood-a claimant to the throne. I thought, as a boy, that I’d been born a eunuch. It wasn’t until after the old Queen’s death that I was brought out of the compound-that I learned I was her son. I was fifty years-old at the time.

The old Queen, my mother, had been dead for over ten years before Judd learned from my sister where I was. At that time I was in charge of the compound where I’d been raised. Since I was the Queen’s son, I was groomed for that job. He asked the Queen, my sister, to bring me out of the compound to work for him.

At sixty-four, Judd was still a handsome man, but had already lived longer than most. There was gray mixed in the blond hair he wore almost down to his shoulders. He wore a golden collar, bracelets, and a harness on which he carried different articles.

He had the largest flaccid penis that I’d ever seen. I wondered if I would have been so endowed, if I hadn’t been castrated as a baby. I could understand why I’d been named Judd by the eunuchs of the compound. I was a younger version of him-also with blond hair and blue eyes.

I learned to read, taught by Judd and the other scribes. He groomed me to take his place as historian.

I was the first male to have ever known his father, or at least who his father was. Fathers were never acknowledged in our society. Boys were valued for their seed, as sperm donors, no more. No record of which boy was bred to which woman was ever kept. Once he was castrated he became a nameless eunuch slave-to live or die at the will of his master. Some, as was Judd’s best friend from the compound, also had his penis removed. They were used as caretakers for girl children.

In the five years that we had together, Judd and I became close. He often regretted not finding me sooner-we’d lost so much time together. Although I was fifty-five, I still cried when he died.

Our society began changing with Judd, with the unusual treatment of him by the Queen. Until him, eunuchs were treated like property-which they were. Some women had sex with their eunuchs, but it was strictly a master-slave relationship. The eunuchs were objects to use, a living dildo with which to masturbate.

The Queen, in her own way, loved Judd. She gave him power, often even over women. Because of her example, some other women began looking at their eunuchs differently.

Judd began learning from the archives. One of the first changes that he initiated was the method of castrating of boys. Before, many had died through either loss of blood or infection. It’s one of Gaia’s requirements that the last woman to have sex with a boy also castrate him. Judd had it changed so that she was assisted by a doctor who either tied off or cauterized the blood vessels. It was also done under more sterile conditions.

There were advances in the construction of buildings, farming, even weapons of war, but Judd concentrated on medicine. People are living longer today because of what he learned and taught others.

As I did, my sister also knew Judd was her father. She and I were likely the first to have known who our father was. Although she rarely showed it, I’m sure that she loved him, too. When she became Queen, she began making subtle changes. Eunuchs were treated more kindly. A slave’s master could no longer arbitrarily have him executed without reason.

The general attitude toward males didn’t change appreciably though until the time of the Great Disaster-the eruption of Pele. I’ll use the story of Rozanne to show how those changes came about.

It was the 21st year of the reign of the present Queen, Juliana V when Pele erupted. Although Pele was an active volcano, erupting from time to time, this eruption was the most violent in our history. Lava flowed through the city, destroying much of it.

Rozanne was a commander of a regiment of the Queen’s army which was responsible for evacuation and rescue during the disaster. This is her story.

Quakes had already breached the city walls in many places-lives lost when houses collapsed. Lava, a red, evil, deadly serpent, wound it’s way toward the city to devour everything-everyone-in its path. Slowly, taking its time, knowing that nothing we could do would stop it, it crept toward the city. Even from a distance, the heat was stifling, draining one of all energy, all hope.

One of our three compounds-compounds where our boys were kept away from women so they could mature past puberty-was directly in the path of the serpent. She would devour the compounds, the boys-much of our future-unless we moved them.

Move them we must, but it would expose them to Gaia’s curse. If not castrated almost immediately, the boys past puberty would die upon exposure to women-from whom they would catch the ancient disease. Even those just beginning, or approaching puberty would have to be castrated. Judd had learned that the disease required a sufficient level of a hormone produced by the testicles to become active. Neither pre-pubescent boys nor women had enough of this hormone to become ill. If a boy had a high enough level to cause the changes of puberty, then he would become ill-would die.

Lava was inexorably winding its way toward the compound. Rozanne commanded her troops to evacuate all residents. Even the eunuchs of the inner yard had never seen a woman-having spent their entire lives within the compound’s outer walls. Those within the inner walls of the compound weren’t even aware of the existence of women. The only representation of a woman they had ever seen were statues-idols-of Gaia.

Can you imagine their shock when the gates were opened and hundreds of Gaias rushed in? Because of the quakes and the heat from the lava, most were already on the verge of panic. When the women rushed in, naked except for harness and weapons, they thought their lives were over-Gaia had come for each of them. There seemed to be a Gaia for each one. Many ran-some fainted- cried or pleaded.

The women tried to get the eunuchs of the compound to help evacuate the boys, but the appearance of so many Gaias had completely unnerved most of them, Many stood shivering in puddles of their own urine, unable to move. All their courage, all their will had puddled on the floor along with their urine. They wouldn’t help-or even move from where they were. Many of the boys were in the same state, but the women grabbed those who wouldn’t move on their own, carrying them from the compound.

Rozanne rushed into the pubescent boys dormitory. These boys must be dealt with immediately! To prevent losing all their precious seed, any boy past puberty would be bred to as many women as possible. To prevent the loss of their lives, they would be castrated after....

Rozanne had been bred the previous year. Three months ago she had a child, a boy, who was immediately taken away to one of the compounds, as is the custom. Rozanne didn’t even know whether he was in this compound, or one of the others.

Because of the limited numbers of available boys-Gaia’s curse caused fewer boys than girls to be born-each woman had only three chances to breed, three chances to bear a girl to raise. Rozanne wasn’t due to be bred again for another three years.

The evacuation changed everything. All pubescent boys must be utilized-the most available women were Rozanne and her troops. There wasn’t time to check records-to find those scheduled to breed.

When Rozanne entered the dormitory she notice that, while many of the boys were trying to hide, or were cowering on their beds, one stood, defiantly facing her, his legs spread apart, his arms crossed at his chest. He was a handsome boy, not as beautiful as some, but well proportioned. What struck her, though, was the look in his eyes, the look of a warrior guarding the retreat of his friends, knowing that he was to die, but willing to spit in the face of death. She immediately went to him.

“You’ve got to come with me. This entire compound will soon be destroyed by a great flow of lava. Anyone that stays will die.”

He asked, “Are you Gaia?”

“No, I’m a woman, a female of our species, as you are male. Come with me. We’ve come to save all of you. Don’t be afraid.”

He replied, “I’m not afraid. They are," pointing toward the other boys, "but I’m not.”

“Then take my hand. Show them there’s nothing to fear. Come with me quickly.”

He took her hand, then called to the other boys, “Come! We must flee this place. Pele is going to destroy it.”

Many of the other boys following him and his example, took the hand of one of Rozanne’s warriors. Those that still cowered, were grabbed by other warriors and carried-some screaming-from the room.

All of the boys-the ones who had balls-were rescued. Eunuchs who wouldn’t come out on their own, even boys as young as ten, were left behind. More than three quarters of the eunuchs perished, more afraid of this apparition of Gaia than of the lava. Only a few escaped when lava struck the compound.

The boys were taken to safety-out of the path of the lava. Usually when a boy is prepared for mating, he is preventing from having any sex, even masturbation for a period of about two weeks, to build up peak levels of sperm. These boys, however, just came from an environment in which sexual expression, sexual play, was encouraged. They regularly had several orgasms each day. Rozanne knew that they would be lucky, especially as afraid as some of the boys were, to breed them to more than four or five women.

She had five of her warriors take each of the pubescent boys. First the boys were given a drug-an aphrodisiac. Within thirty minutes all of them were hard and intensely horny. On lawns, under trees, in open spaces as well as in buildings, the same scene was repeated. Four warriors would hold the boy down while the fifth would mount his erect staff, riding it until the warrior was filled with his cum. Under the powerful effects of the drug, the boy’s fear was forgotten. All his thoughts were on his cock, on shooting wads-ropes- of his cum into that warm hole. It was an orgy of unprecedented dimensions, a sea of women, the motion as they rode the boy’s cocks, like waves in a gale, the moans of the boy’s as they shot their wads-the sound of the wind, the slapping of body against body-the sound of the waves.

Then, first just here and there, there would be a discordant sound-a scream-as a boy, having shot his last wad, not being capable of more-the last sperm his balls would ever produce-was castrated by the last woman to ride him as the others held him down. There was no time for doctors. The warriors did the best they could, with what they had-often with their daggers. Many boys would not survive this day. The screams increased as more boys shot their last. The severed blue-white orbs were collected as a tribute to Gaia. They filled a large bucket.

Rozanne didn’t join in the orgy. She led the boy she had taken by the hand to her home. There was no one to hold him down. Instead she took his face in her hands-kissed him on the mouth-led him to her bed. There was no need to give him the drug-the aphrodisiac. His cock was immediately hard. It found her vagina of its own volition.

She lay on her back, her legs spread wide as his cock pounded her hole. When she had bred the year before, the boy was tied down. She rode him. This time she was on the bottom, the one being ridden. This boy had hair, not only on his head, but above his cock and under his arms. There was even short curly hair on his balls. The boy that she had fucked in the breeding room had all his body hair plucked, his head shaved. Somehow that had made him seem less human than this boy.

She felt a warmth, a glow begin in her loins and spread throughout. An almost unbearable tension built up throughout her body. The release which followed was exquisite, beyond any that she had ever experienced-as her orgasm rolled over her in waves washing away her consciousness, her awareness of anything but the orgasm.

His orgasm in unison with hers, the boy filled her with his cum as he pounded his cock into her vagina-the first vagina it had ever experienced. He ground his pubic hair into hers trying to insert his cock as far as it would go, his essence-his being-pumping out of his cock, melding, merging with hers.

Spent he collapsed on her chest-on the cushion of her breasts. They both lay there for a while-little shivers-waves of delight-playing on their bodies. Then Rozanne rolled him over-taking care not to let his still hard cock come out. Taking his face in her hands, she began raining kisses on his eyes, his cheeks, his mouth-ran her tongue past his lips, over his teeth, played tag with his tongue.

She began grinding her pelvis against his, feeling the meshing of their pubic hair. Her breasts hard against his chest, her mouth melded to his, she began slowly withdrawing herself from his cock. She would slide it almost from her dripping pussy-dripping with his cum, with her own juices-slide it out until just the head remained inside, then in one motion take it all back inside her. Over and over, she would tease his cock, sliding herself up its shaft until just the head remained inside, massaging the head with her vagina, her pelvis rotating slightly, careful not to lose it-to let it escape. Then the muscles of her vagina would contract, grasping the head of his cock. She would slide back down the shaft until their pubic hair again merged, pausing there to grind her pelvis against his, her tongue exploring his mouth, she trying to suck the sweet essence from him, trying to take him into her being-to become one with him.

The teasing became too much for the boy. He began thrusting, trying to ram his cock into her, faster and faster as he began shooting his cum into her again. She lost her connection with his mouth when she arched her back as her own climax took her.

They lay there on the bed, having rolled onto their sides, he still inside of her, but softening some now, her leg over his hip, their foreheads pressed together.

“What is your name,” he asked?

“Rozanne. Do you have a name?”

“Of course I have a name. It’s Kyle.”

Before, Rozanne hadn’t thought of the boys from the compound as having names. Until now they were just a source of seed-anonymous sperm donors-breeding machines.

Lying there on the bed, she felt him begin to harden inside of her again. As she kissed him, she knew she would never look upon him as she had upon boys and eunuchs before. This was a human being, one whom she had taken into, not only her body, but her soul.

She lost count of how many times they made love, how many times they had both climaxed, but it had been a long, exhausting day. They both fell asleep, arms and legs entwined.

In a while, she awoke, watched him sleeping beside her. Knowing what she must do, trying not to wake him, she left the bed.

In a few minutes she returned, a cup in her hand. She woke him, raised his head, placed the cup to his mouth.

“Drink this, “ she said.

Barely awake, but thirsty, he drained the cup.

Almost immediately he fell asleep, his sleep becoming even deeper as the drug she placed in his drink took effect. When he wouldn’t awake when she shook him, she began her preparations.

After shaving his pubic hair and scrotum, she washed him thoroughly. As she did, his penis got hard. She couldn’t resist taking that lovely organ into her mouth. She ran her tongue over its head and down the shaft, then, taking it back into her mouth, rammed it down her throat. Over and over, she took it down her throat-until she felt his hot cum-the last of his sperm-spurt into her throat. She licked the last few drops from his cock’s single eye, then washed him again. He moaned in his sleep, but didn’t wake.

She spread his legs apart, and, picking up a knife, split his scrotum down the middle. The blue-white orbs that were his balls dropped out the slit. She grasped one-pulled it, stretching the cords-then, picking up a fire red brazier, applied it to the cords. The cords sizzled as the brazier burned through them, a wisp of smoke curling up from them, the stench of burning flesh in the air. The orb popped free into her hand. She repeated the procedure with the other ball. With a needle and thread, she stitched up his scrotum.

She washed away the blood-threw the shorn testicles into the flames, a sacrifice, not to Gaia, but to the love she suddenly felt for this boy. She lay down beside him, holding him, wiping the beads of sweat-which shown like dew-from his forehead.

Some hours later he awoke. Still groggy, but feeling he pain in his groin, he reached for it.

“No, don’t touch it,” she said. “Try to understand. I had to cut off your balls. Otherwise, because of Gaia’s curse you would have died. That’s why boys are kept separate from women. Any exposure to women infects pubescent boys with Gaia’s curse. The only way to save their lives is to castrate them.

Tears came to his eyes as he sobbed quietly, mourning his loss. Rozanne lay with him all night, holding his head to her breasts.

He became ill, not from the castration-she had done a good job-but from Gaia’s curse. She had her eunuch servant take care of him while she attended to her duties, but took care of him herself whenever she was free. She thought many times-before the hormone was flushed from his body-that she would lose him, but he recovered, his wound healed as well.

One night, as they lay cuddled, his head at her breast, she felt the hardness of him against her leg. As she pulled his mouth up to hers, his cock found her vagina, entered it, and he began thrusting. Again and again, orgasms washed over her in waves, washing away the world, leaving only the orgasms-and him.

Then he shuddered, had an orgasm of his own, one made more exquisite because it was so long in coming, because of the pleasure that he had given her.

The eruption had ceased. Lava was no longer flowing through the city, but the compound had been completely destroyed along with most of its eunuchs. The boys would have to be housed elsewhere until another compound could be built. Those, who were now eunuchs, as was Kyle would no longer live at the compound, but become slaves to serve the women of the city. Rozanne kept Kyle to serve her-in a way pleasing to both of them.

Isolated quarters were constructed for boys nearing puberty in hopes of saving them from Gaia’s curse-to enable them to reach sexual maturity so that they would be able to breed-but there wasn’t room for all the boys. The volcano’s destruction had left too many people homeless. The younger boys had to be placed in the homes of the citizens until a new compound could be rebuilt.

Rozanne took in a baby about the same age as her son would be. It probably wasn’t her son-chances were that it was not. Many of the boys were looked after by eunuchs, the servants in the home in which they went to live, but, because many of the eunuchs were involved in the reconstruction of the city, some of the citizens had to take the care of them upon themselves.

Rozanne and Kyle cared for the baby together. Nine months later, Rozanne had another baby of her own-this time a girl. She had been lucky. Many of the women who had bred with the boys on that day hadn’t been in the fertile part of their cycle, so the number of children born wasn’t high. She and Kyle raised the children together. Although Kyle was a slave, it was in name only. Then, because the Queen had freed her brother, Judd, Rozanne petitioned the Queen to have Kyle freed. When it was granted, they lived together openly as both lovers and the parents of their children-children because they treated the boy as one of their own.

Within a year, a new compound had been rebuilt, but Rozanne and Kyle kept Ryan-as they had named him-for nine more years. Eventually he either had to be sent to the compound, or castrated.

Ryan had been raised both as a brother and a love to their daughter. Sex is open in Pulkritude and is never discouraged. Ryan and his sister, Susanna, often imitated their mother and father in their own sexual play. When he came out of the compound at age fourteen, it was planned that Susanna would be one of those who Ryan would breed, although she would only be thirteen at the time. Hopefully they would have a child of their own.