Tales of Pulkritude-Kelv's Tale

I don’t remember a time when I didn’t love him. Although I had known him all my life-he’s three months younger than I am, my first memory, the first picture that I have in my mind-still burned into my consciousness, is of him. I couldn’t have been much more than two years-old at the time. I was sitting in the sand by one of the pools in the courtyard. A shadow blocked the sun. I looked up. I saw him standing there, silhouetted against the sun. To my young mind, fire seemed to be shooting from his golden hair. Even his body, bronzed by the sun, seemed to be made of gold. I had been raised with him, but, at that moment, he became more than just a playmate, another boy.

Judd was larger than I, even though I was older. Even as a young child, he was broad of chest, muscular. His penis and testicles were larger than those of any other boy in the dormitory. He was beautiful! He was the only boy in our group that had blond hair and dark blue eyes. The rest of us had black or brown hair, and brown eyes of various shades. He wasn’t a boy; he was a god!

He was friendly to me, but no more so than to any of the other boys. We all wanted to be his friend, but none of the others had the single minded dedication, determanation, that I had. I fought other boys to get to sit next to him at meal time, to sleep next to him at night. I was always among those playing games with him.

One day, he and I were wrestling around by the pool. I playfully bit him on the tit. His cock immediately got hard. I reached down, cupped his balls in my hand, lowered my head, took his cock in my mouth. Even as young as we were, his cock filled my mouth. His body first became rigid, then he began thrusting his cock, faster and faster into my mouth. The thrusting became faster, until suddenly he shuddered all over, still thrusting, but slower, slower, until, finally he lay there quietly, his eyes closed.

That was real beginning of our friendship. We did everything together. In our sex play, he gave as good, or better, than he got. For us, for a while, the other boys didn’t exist, or, at least, were of little significance. Then, one day he said that he was going to ask another boy to join us. There was a boy, Jase, who had a birthmark on his face. Because of the birthmark, Jase was always alone. The other boys teased him, and the eunuchs that cared for us paid him little attention.

I hated the idea. I felt sorry for Jase, but I didn’t want to share Judd with anyone. I cried-said, “You don’t love me anymore.” He put his arms around me. “Kelv, I’ll always love you. How could you think that I wouldn’t? Jase needs me. He needs both of us. Trust me. You’ll see that it’ll make our love stronger.”

Jase, as always, was sitting by himself, away from the rest of the boys. He was sitting on the ground, his arms around his knees, his head down, rocking himself slowly back and forth. Judd went over to him, spoke, but Jase just turned his head away. Judd reached down, took hold of his hand, pulled him to his feet. He led him over to where I was sitting, sat down, pulling Jase down to seat him between us. Tears were already welling in Jase’s eyes. I leaned over, took his face in both of my hands and kissed him on the mouth. Tears gushed from his eyes, he began bawling. My heart broke for him.

From then, until Jase was ten, the three of us were always together. We ate together, slept together, and played together. We experimented with sex together, always the three of us, finding new ways that three pre-pubescent boys could play at sex together. When we were ten, two strange eunuchs came to our dormitory. They told Jase that he had to go with them. I never saw Jase again, but a few months later, Judd saw him in the hallway when he was on his way back from the infirmary. They had taken his balls! Below his cock, he was completely smooth, just like the eunuchs that took care of us. That night we cried ourselves to sleep, holding tight to each other, thinking about Jase.

Judd began growing faster than I. I noticed fine hairs growing under his arms, on his balls, and above his cock. His cock was becoming huge. I could no longer get it all in my mouth. One day I was trying my best to get it all in, trying to take it down my throat, he began thrusting, slamming his cock into my mouth. I felt his cock pumping in my mouth. Hot cum flowed into my mouth, down my throat. I still remember-can recall-the feel of it, the taste of it. I had given Judd his first real orgasm. I swallowed his cum, glad that he had cum into my mouth, that I was making his orgasm part of me.

I was so proud of myself, but I wouldn’t have been, if I’d known what was to follow. Pubescent boys are separated from pre-pubescent boys. Judd’s ejaculation was the signal that it was time for him to be moved. Almost as I wiped his cum from my mouth, they took him. We clung to each other, crying. They had to drag us apart. The eunuchs told me that I’d join him when I changed, but I couldn’t stand to be away from Judd for minutes, much less for hours, days, weeks, months, or years.

I moped around, kept to myself, cried at the least excuse, but there were other boys with whom I was friends. I joined in their games, played at sex with them, but never with the enthusiasm that I had with Judd. I examined my self every day, looking for signs that puberty had started, looking for hair on my balls, around my cock, measuring my cock each day to see if it’d grown. I rubbed it raw, pulling on it, trying to achieve an ejaculation so I could go to Judd. A year passed before it happened.

They took me to the dormitory for pubescent boys. My emotions were out of my control. I’d laugh one minute, cry the next. Would he be there? Would he still love me? Did he already love someone else? The eunuch walked me into the dormitory. I saw Judd sitting on the floor, across the room, his arm around another boy. I thought my heart would break. He loved someone else! Then he saw me, jumped up and ran toward me. When we came together, he swept me off my feet, twirling me around, his mouth seeking mine. All the pain, all the loneliness of the past year, was worth that one moment, that kiss, the feel of his arms around me, his hot naked body pressed next to mine.

He took me over, introduced me to Alec. He explained how Alec had rescued him from the depths of his despair when he’d first been separated from me. For the next month it was the three of us, just as it had been with Jase, all participating, all loved.

Alec turned fourteen. At age fourteen, all boys leave the compound for good, never to return. No one really knew what happened to them then. There were rumors-all kinds of rumors. The story most often told was that we would breed with our goddess, the great mother, Gaia, to produce more boys. What happened after breeding with a god, we could only imagine.

Judd and I cried when they came for Alec, but we still had each other, for a glorious nine months, we had each other. We had each other in every way. I got-although there was initially pain-to where I could take his big cock both all in my mouth and up my ass. The feeling of it pounding that organ deep inside of me was exquisite. I would sometimes cum just from that alone, with out even having to touch my cock. I loved both being pleasured by Judd and giving him pleasure.

Then it was my turn to be taken. I was fourteen! I was frightened, but, most of all, I didn’t want to leave Judd. I had already mated with a god-Judd. The possibility of breeding with Gaia had no interest, no excitement for me.

I was taken to a room. There were two eunuchs who look after me, but no one else. I wasn’t allowed to masturbate, or even touch my cock. When they caught me trying to jerk off secretively, they tied my hands. Even though, I missed Judd, I became really horny. Sometimes I think it was something that they put in my food that made me so horny. Soon I wasn’t thinking about Judd so much as I was about my cock, about grabbing it, relieving the pressure that kept building, minute by minute, day by day.

They had plucked all the hair from my body, including from under my arms, my balls, and my bush. I didn’t have much elsewhere, anyway, but it really hurt when they plucked my bush and pulled it from under my arms. They shaved my head. I was completely hairless. I wondered what Gaia had against hair.

I started having wet dreams. It was the first time that I ever had one. Previously the pressure was never allowed to build that far. With Judd, I had several orgasms each day.

They bathed me in perfumed water, shaved my head, and made sure that all my body hairs was plucked. They gave me a drug that made everything seem like a dream, but a drug that made me more horny than ever. I could only think about my cock, about grabbing it, pulling on it, shooting my cum from it. It felt like my cum would have shot clear over my head, so much pressure had built up.

The eunuchs put me in a chair litter, tying my hands and feet to it. I was carried out a door, to a yard beyond the wall of our compound. The yard was between the wall of the compound where I’d spent my entire life and another wall some distance away. They went back inside.

In a few minutes another group of eunuchs came, picked up my chair, and carried me to a door set in the outer wall. They rang a bell, set down my chair, and left.

Nothing happened for a while. Then the door opened. Four eunuchs came out. They were different from the eunuchs of the compound. Where the eunuchs of the compound were bare, these had empty sacks, folds of skin hanging from their cocks. They were built differently, too, more like me than the eunuchs of the compound.

They carried my chair inside, through several doors, to a room in which there was a large table, or bed. It was off the ground like a table, but padded like a bed. There were steps at one end from which someone could mount the bed. There were straps on the bed, both at the head and foot of it.

They strapped me to it, arms above my head, legs together, held in place by straps around my ankles. I could move my pelvis, thrust up with it some, raise my head, but little else. They left me lying there. Although frightened, my attention was still drawn to my throbbing cock. I strained against the straps, trying to free my hand so I could relieve the pressure.

I became aware that someone else was in the room. I raised my head-looked. It’s Gaia! I immediately thought. It had flowing hair, and large breasts like the statues of Gaia. There was no penis, no scrotum! She had hair, a little bush of sorts, but it just was a little square patch of hair that was above this-I didn’t know what to think of it, or call it-gash, slit, folds of skin. It was several inches long. She walked up the steps, onto the bed, then, crawling on her hands and knees, straddled my body. She crawled forward until that slit hovered above my waiting cock. If I had been capable of thought, I would have preferred Judd’s ass, his mouth, or his hand, but, along with my blood, all my reason was in my cock. It wanted that slit. My pelvis strained upward toward it. My cock throbbed in anticipation of it. She lowered it down over my cock. I could feel the warmth, the softness of it envelop my cock. She started riding my cock, moving her hips, rotating them as she thrust. As far as the restraints would allow, I rammed my cock upward, into Gaia-I thought. Then I felt the contractions start deep inside of me. My thrusting increased; cum gushed from my cock. The feeling was so intense, that I lost all awareness of myself. I was the orgasm, the cum shooting from my cock.

She rode me until the cum stopped shooting from my cock. Then she rolled off me, off the bed. Holding the lips of that wondrous organ together, she left the room. Another one entered. Another Gaia? I didn’t know what to think. It all went as before. As soon as one finished with me, as soon as my cum had filled one, she would leave and another enter. I lost count. I don’t know how many times I had cum, but it was more than I ever had before. The drug must have had something to do with it. I remained hard the entire time.

Then, when one had finished with me, she dipped a sponge in warm water and started washing off my cock and my aching balls. It felt so good, after all the punishment that they had taken that night. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the glint, a flash of metal in the light of the room. She had a knife in her hand and was holding it at the bottom of my ball sack. I screamed as she split open the sack, splitting it down the middle. Straining my neck to raise my head, I watched in horror as she pulled my nuts from the sack. They dangled there by the cords. She grasped the one on the right, pulled-it felt as though she were ripping it from my body, then, with a quick flick of her knife, freed it from its cords. I screamed, not only from the pain, but from my loss. My balls had been the source of all my pleasure. The nine months that they had functioned, the nine months that I had spent making love to Judd had meant everything to me. I remembered, treasured, every orgasm, every ejaculation. I was still screaming as she cut the other one off.

The pain was intense. I could see the blood running from my crotch. She placed my severed nuts in a little container and carried them from the room. She, as all the rest, never spoke a word.

They weren’t through with me, though. It turned out that they had as special use, a special purpose for me. I was to become a caretaker of little girls, to help raise the female children of the women. A certain number of the boys are chosen for this duty. There was a special requirement for this duty.

As soon as the last woman left, two eunuchs came in. First they removed my split open scrotum, searing the wounds to stop the bleeding. They inserted a tube into the head of my penis. It was no longer hard. Then they started cutting, pausing to tie off, or sear blood vessels. Sometime, during the process I mercifully became unconscious.

When I awoke, I was in a bed, it what seemed to be an infirmary. Bandages were wrapped around my crotch. When they changed the bandages, I could see that, except for a tube, nothing was there.

It took me weeks to heal. I have no balls or cock. There’s a hole from which I pee. I have to be careful not to let it close up. There are scars, but they’ve become less noticeable with time. I’m a slave. All men are both eunuchs and slaves. I’ve learned, because of Gaia’s curse on men, those who aren’t castrated, die.

I have to keep my body hair plucked-there is less of it as time goes by-and my head shaved. Women wear ornaments and some clothes or coverings at times, but slaves are always naked, so everyone can tell by looking how I’m employed. They took my penis to preclude any possibility of my violating, in any way, the little girls, under my care.

Currently I take care of the children-girls, of course-of my two masters. They are members of the “Sacred Band,” female warriors that fight, love, and live together. They each have a little girl, who although they never mention it, were obviously fathered by the same boy. It’s nothing for them to make love in front of me. I am, after all, just another possession, no different from a piece of furniture. Their love making doesn’t arouse me-without balls or cock, there’s no longer anything stirring my blood, but it reminds me of Judd, of our love, and love making. I often have to turn my head to hide my tears.

Occasionally, I’ll see someone I knew as a boy in the compound working in some shop, or at some other task in the city. I even saw Alec once. They’re not the boys that I knew in the compound. They’ve lost more than just their balls.

Even without balls, or cock, I still often thought about Judd. Although I couldn’t imagine him without his balls, I knew that he had probably lost his as well.

When my masters’ girls were four years-old they were to be dedicated in a ceremony to the Queen, as all girls are at four. I had never been to the palace, nor ever seen the Queen. I was taken along to watch after, and care for the girls. When we went into the audience chamber, I remained at the back with the girls until they were called up with their mothers. He was there! Off to the side of the Queen’s dais, wearing a golden collar, and gold bracelets, was Judd. He had softened some, wasn’t as muscular as before, but had his golden hair. He was the only adult male that I’d ever seen with hair. He still looked like a god. Thinking that he might have escaped Gaia’s curse, I looked down. His sack hung empty below his cock. His cock, although still large, seemed to have shrunk some, or maybe I was just used to seeing it erect-he seemed to always have a hard on when we were together. Now it hung limply above an empty sack.

He never saw me. I was at the back of the chamber. I don’t know if he would have recognized me if he had. My head was shaved, I had gotten fat, and I had no balls, no penis. More than that, he wouldn’t have recognized the look in my eyes. There was no longer the spark, the fire, the spirit, the love, that came from waking each day knowing that he would be there. No, he wouldn’t have recognized the creature that hid behind those dull, lifeless eyes.