Tales of Pulkritude - Jase's Tale

I was always lonely...sad. I was treated differently from the rest of the boys, even by the eunuchs. It’s not that I was mistreated, it’s just that I wasn’t given the extra attention that the other boys got. They were treated as if they were special, valuable. If one of them was hurt while playing, the eunuchs would gather around comforting him, making certain that the injury wasn’t serious.

I had a birthmark on my face, on the right cheek. It was red, and ran from just below my cheek bone up to the corner of my eye. I hated it. I would stare at it in the reflection of the pool, scrub it raw with sand, trying to erase it from my face, but it just made my skin raw, the appearance of the birthmark worse.

I had no friends. I was never invited to participate in any of the games played by the others. The other boys would wrestle with each other, the wrestling matches evolving in to something more as a hand, or the mouth of one boy would find the hard little cock of the other. I saw the pleasure that they gave each other. I wanted someone to grab my cock, to hold me, to kiss me.

The eunuchs would often rub the little cocks of the young kids, to calm, soothe them. I don’t remember that one of them ever rubbed mine. I’d do it to myself, at night, when no one was watching. I didn’t want the other boys to know that I cared. My little dick got hard, but it wasn’t anything really special. I wanted someone else to touch it.

One day a boy came over to where I was sitting alone in the corner of the plaza. It wasn’t just anyone. It was Judd, the most beautiful boy in our dormitory! Judd had never teased, or laughed at me, and he always smiled when he passed me. He had a special friend, though, Kelv, with whom he spent all his time. The other boys would sometimes try to tease them about their relationship, but it was obvious to everyone that they were jealous.

He said, “Hi, Jase.”

I didn’t reply, but just looked away, turning my birthmark away from him. I was too used to being teased. He said nothing more, but reached down, grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. The touch of his hand set my body on fire. I was so overwhelmed by the feeling and his presence that, almost in a daze, I followed where he led. He took me over to where Kelv was sitting, sat down on the floor, pulling me down so that I was sitting between them. Kelv saying nothing, reached over, took my face in both of his hands, and kissed me on the mouth. Tears poured from my eyes. I began bawling like a baby. They both put their arms around me, their cheeks next to mine, Judd’s pressed hard against my birthmark, and held me while I cried.

I was never again alone. That night I slept, cuddled-three spoons nestled together-between Judd and Kelv. I felt Judd reach around to grasp my cock, the first time I remember anyone ever touching it. My penis became harder than I ever remember its being. As he rubbed it, a warm glow seemed to emanate from my cock, spread through me groin, and throughout my body. My pelvis, on its own volition, began thrusting. I heard someone moaning, “Uhh....uhh...uhh...uhh.” Then I realized that the sounds were coming from me.

We didn’t sleep much that night. Kelv took my cock into his mouth, while Judd kissed me, caressed me. He kissed my face all over, the birthmark as well as the rest. For the first time in my life I forgot my birthmark. All that mattered was their touch, the feel of their hot bodies next to mine.

The attitude of the other boys changed. If anything, now they were jealous of me. For four years we were never apart. My personality had changed. I was a happy kid always laughing, mischievous, playing tricks on Judd and Kelv, but always loving them, always known that I was loved by them.

One day, when I was ten, some strange eunuchs came into our dormitory. They came over to me, said, “You need to come with us.” I wasn’t even allowed to say “goodbye” to Judd and Kelv. I looked at them, pleadingly, as they took me from the room.

We walked through the hallways of the compound, making so many turns that I became completely lost. Finally we came to a closed door. One of the eunuchs knocked, the door opened. They took me, one holding each arm, into the room. There was a table in the middle of the room, a eunuch standing on the other side. The two, holding my arms, laid me down on the table. Two other eunuchs grabbed my legs, pinning them to the table. I felt someone touch my balls, look down to see the eunuch who had been standing on the other side of the table, cupping my sack. My little cock got hard. Then I saw what was in his other hand. It was a knife, small, but sharp. He made a cut on the underside of my scrotum, then worked the knife around until my entire scrotum was free from my body. Straining I could see my balls dangling by their cords-but not for long. He grasped them, one at a time, pulling them, stretching the cords. I could feel the pull, clear into my abdomen. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he severed the cords, my ball coming free into his hand. I felt the cords retract into my body. The pain was extreme. It felt like someone had stomped on my nuts. As he reached for my other ball, I fainted.

When I awoke, I was in a room in the infirmary. Bloody bandages were tied between my legs.

I healed. There was some scaring where my scrotum, my balls used to be, but the biggest scar was on my spirit. I missed my balls, but I missed Judd and Kelv more. I was put in a dormitory with other ball-less boys. No one teased me, but no one held me either-I wouldn’t have let them, if they’d tried. I became an apprentice in the furniture shop, learning to make and repair furniture for the compound. I tried to lose my self in my work. I never smiled, and my cock never got hard.

One day I was on the way to the infirmary to repair a chair that had been broken. I was walking down the hall, my eyes to the floor, when I heard someone speak my name. I looked up to see Judd standing there. At first I started to run to him, to throw my arms around him, but my hand went to my crotch, to where my balls used to be. The feeling of my loss intensified, the loss of not only my balls, but of Judd and Kelv. I was now a different species from what they were. I would never be able to cuddle with them, to kiss them, to be loved by them. I looked at Judd. His cock was hard, making little up and down motions, pointing at me. Mine just lay there, limp and small. I couldn’t stand to look at Judd. I wanted to melt into the floor, to be anywhere, but here, where I was so reminded of all that I had lost. I told him that I had to go, walked off, never looked back. I never saw Judd or Kelv again.

I went to the shop where I worked, stood there with tears running from my eyes, looked down at my little cock hanging limply from my groin, reached over, grabbed a knife in one hand, my cock in the other. I sliced off my cock, throwing it on the floor.

I continue to work in the furniture shop, trying to lose myself in my work. I have no friends, nor want any. I don’t miss my penis. It’s a little more difficult to pee. I have to hold the pee hole open with a little straw, but without my balls, without Judd and Kelv, it was no good to me anyway.