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It was her practice occasionally , if her palace was in need of extra workers, for Queen Iona to allow some of her subjects to put their case to her personally. To work for the Royal estate was a great honour as far as her subjects were concerned. Seated on her throne she would hear their submissions. They would come in, heads bowed, and prostrate themselves before her. They usually consisted of males seeking work on the Royal estate and female seeking a position in the Palace. The boy who entered now did not seem to fit either category. She was immediatly struck by his beauty. He was about fourteen years of age. He was wearing the traditional greek peasant garment, a short skirt, which reached to about mid-thigh. His torso was bare. He had a pretty oval face and short fair hair. His skin was as smooth as a girls. The boy came in, head bowed, and prostrated himself before her. " Speak child, she ordered, "what is it you seek?". " I seek a position on the royal estate or in the Royal gardens, Your Highness, he said. As he spoke she gazed at him. He was the prettiest young boy she had ever seen. As she looked at him she quickly made up her mind as to how he would be employed. She smiled to herself. She dismissed her servents from the Throne Room. " Come nearer boy" she ordered. He came towards her slowly, frightened now. " Do not be frightened child, you will not be harmed." She held him by the hips, and then began to stroke his arms and bare chest. " You are a very pretty boy" how old are you?". " I am fourteen years of age, Your Highness", he answered. She looked up at him. " I have decided to take you into Palace service" she told him. " Not in the gardens or on the estate though. You will serve your Queen in another way. You will be placed in my male harem so that I may enjoy your beauty. The boy reacted with horror. " No no please, not that your Highness, I am no good for that, please Your highness". She was amazed at the outburst. " How dare you refuse your Queen, I will have you punished for this". " No no, please ,you do not understand, I am no good for harem,no good, please, please, I beg you". Despite her anger , she began to wonder why he seemed so agitated. " Why do you say you are no good for the harem?" she asked him. She was surprised to see that he was crying. His whole body trembled. " I am no good for harem" he sobbed. I am not like other boys, not like other boys between legs". " What do you mean, not like other boys between your legs?". " I have been done" he sobbed. " What do you mean, how have you been done, what has been done to you". " I have been cut, cut between my legs, they have been cut out of me." She was getting angrier now. " What was cut out of you, what do you mean?, speak". He was really sobbing now. " My testicles, they were cut out of me, cut out of me with a knife. I was castrated, I no good for harem, they cut me , I am a gelding". She stared at him, her mouth open in astonishment. She sat back on the throne, unable to speak. She tried to compose herself. She thought she had a pretty young stallion, but what she had was a gelding. She tried to make sense of it all in her mind. She stared at the boy. But what a pretty gelding. She looked down at his groin. The little boy had no testicles between his legs. She began to feel a strange excitment now. Suddenly she stood up. " Come with me " she ordered. Taking him by the hand she led him down the corridor to her bedchamber. " Kneel on the bed, with your face and shoulders down on the bed, keep you bottom in the air and spread your legs wide" she ordered. The boy did as she commanded. She knelt on the floor behind him. With her eyes closed she lifted the boy`s garment and pushed it up along his back. Then she opened her eyes. She gasped as she gazed at her first castrated male. She ran her hands up along the outside of his thighs to his bottom,then slowly slipped her hand between his legs, her fingers feeling the small mound where his testicles once hung. Her excitment mounted as her fingers probed the two small scars. "This was where they cut him" she thought, "this was where his pretty stones hung before he got the knife". Then her head was between his legs, her mouth sucking feverishly on the mound, her tongue running over the two small scars. Her crotch was soaking. What she was doing kept going around and around in her head. " I have my head between the legs of a castrated boy, I am sucking a castrated boy, I am sucking him where he was cut, my tongue is on his castration scars". Suddenly she exploded in a wave of estasy. To be continued.
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