The Stable Boy
Megan looked over the back of her horse at the new stable boy. "What's your name, boy," she asked.
"Gavin, my lady." The boy cast his eyes down, avoiding looking her in the eye. He was a slave, after all, and she was nobly born.
"How old are you, Gavin?"
"I'm not certain, my lady," he said. He didn't even know which month he'd been born in. No slave celebrated his birth as did the nobles.
"Have you been gelded, Gavin?" she asked.
Gavin blushed. His cock had been hard from the first moment she'd spoken to him. She was beautiful. But, her question frightened him. Would she request that he be gelded? Nobles often insisted that any slaves that came into contact with their women folk be gelded. Up until now, he had managed to keep his balls. Most boys his age, unless employed at hard labor, had already lost theirs.
"No, my lady," then looking up at her, he said, "Please, my lady. Don't have me gelded." How many others had he seen cut, some even before they had man hair? But, wouldn't that be better: to be cut before one's balls had matured, before one knew the pleasure having them could bring? Three years he'd had his man hair. Three years' pleasure his cock had given him. Living a slave's life, his cock was often his only source of pleasure. Those that had been cut got no pleasure from theirs.
So, weren't those that were cut before growing their man hair the lucky ones? They wouldn't know what they missed, what was stolen from them along with their balls. He thought of Pedr, who had been cut before he had his, Pedr, who had an empty sac and a cock grown no larger than it'd been then, a limp noodle no more than a couple of inches long, hanging from his groin. Pedr didn't seem to mind that he'd been cut. "You have hard cock enough for both of us," Pedr had told him, as he had shoved his hard cock up Pedr's hole.
But, it was too late for Gavin to be cut before growing his man hair. He'd already learned what it was to be a man, to have a cock that grew hard and could spurt. That he could made life worth living. Little else in his slave's life did.
"You have your man hair, I suppose," said Megan. Gavin nodded. "Show me your cock."
"My lady?" Gavin looked around, hoping no one had heard. It would cost him his cock and his balls, were it known that he'd shown them to a lady.
"No one's around," she said. "Lift up your tunic and show me your cock. Is it hard, Gavin? Do I make your cock hard?"
"Please, my lady."
"Show me your cock, Gavin, or I'll scream. Then, you will be gelded -- or worse."
Looking around once more, finding no one else around, Gavin lifted his tunic. His cock was no longer hard. Fright had wilted it. Megan walked around the horse, saying as he dropped his tunic, "No, hold it up. I want to have a closer look."
Gavin lifted his tunic again, exposing his cock and balls. Why did she want to see them? What did she want with them? Would she have them cut off? "Please, my lady," he said. "Please don't have me gelded."
"Why, Gavin? Are they of use to you? Have you many girl friends? Have you fucked many slave girls?"
"No, my lady. They keep us apart from the women. I have never --" He left the word unsaid, unable to say "fuck" to one in her position, even though she'd said it to him.
"Do you just fuck your hand, Gavin?" she asked. "Isn't that what boys do, fuck their hands when they have no girls to fuck?" Gavin gasped as she took his cock in her hand. "Why isn't it hard, Gavin? Do you like only boys? Is that it? Have you fucked a boy?" Letting go of his cock, she grasped his balls -- and squeezed.
"Please, my lady," Gavin said, grimacing in pain. "That hurts."
"Not so much as having them cut off, I think," she said. "What do you think, Gavin? Do you think it would hurt more to have them cut off?" She squeezed even harder.
"Yes -- yes," Gavin said, "it would hurt more."
"Tell me, then. Have you fucked a boy?"
"Yes," said Gavin.
She eased her grip on his balls. "Did you like it, Gavin? Does he have a sweet hole? Has he been gelded? Is he a jilly boy? Some men of my class like jilly boys."
"Yes, my lady. He was gelded before he grew man hair."
"Then, his cock is small and won't get hard?" she asked. "Is it that way with all gelded boys, or just with those gelded before growing man hair?"
Gavin didn't know why she asked. It was true that some boys gelded after growing man hair could get their cocks hard. Not all could, but some could. His friend, Nye, gelded three months hence, could still get his cock hard, if he worked at it long enough. He could no longer spurt, though, not more than a few clear drops, anyway.
She turned loose of his balls, grabbing his cock once again. "What do you do when you fuck your hand?" she asked. "Tell me what to do. No, instead, put your hand over mine and show me."
"My lady?" Did she want him to show her how to pump his cock? In spite of his fright, it began to stiffen in her hand.
"Oh, it has some life to it, after all. Do I arouse you, Gavin? I was afraid you had no taste for women, that you preferred your jilly boy to me. Now, show me how you do it. I want to see you spurt. I've never seen a boy squirt out his seed. First, take off your tunic. I want to see you naked."
"But, someone might come," he said.
"Then, I suggest you hurry, so that we finish before they do. I mean to see you spurt."
Gavin didn't know what to do. If someone came and found him naked, her hand on his cock, they would do more than cut him; they'd hang him, too. But, if he didn't do as she asked, and she screamed, the same would happen.
"Take it off, Gavin." She still held his cock. What could he do? Hadn't he been taught from birth to obey nobles, no matter what their demands? He pulled his tunic over his head, tossing it to the ground at his feet. Naked now, he stood, his cock lengthening in her hand. "Now, show me how you do it," she said.
Placing his hand over hers, he moved it to and fro, back and forth, covering the head of his cock one moment then exposing it the next. Once she had it right, he dropped his hand to his side. She continued to pump his cock. "Are you going to spurt if I keep this up?" she asked.
Gavin nodded, biting his lip as he did. He would come. Any minute, he would come. He could feel the pressure building in his groin. "Oh -- oh," he said, as the first of his seed spurted from his cock. It was perhaps the most intense orgasm he'd ever had. Was it because he was afraid? Had fear intensified his orgasm?
"Good," she said, as he shot. "So that's what it looks like. So that's what makes babies." She pumped his cock, milking it of the last drop. His cock began to subside. She looked up at his face. "Did you like it, Gavin? Did you like fucking my hand?" He nodded.
Letting go of his cock, she held up her hand. Some of his spunk had gathered in the valley between thumb and forefinger. "Look," she said, "your children, all gone to waste. Do you think you'll ever have children, Gavin? Do you think you'll be allowed to breed?"
"I don't know, my lady," he said.
"You might be," she said. "You're a handsome boy; one of the prettiest I've seen. Was fucking my hand as good as fucking your jilly boy?"
"Yes, my lady," he said. It had been; but having decided that's what she wanted to hear, he would have said so anyway. His cock once again began to stiffen. She noticed.
"Can boys fuck more than once each day?" she asked. "As you can see, I know so little about boys and fucking." Once again, she grasped his cock. It grew in her hand. "Would it spurt again, if I let you fuck my hand once more?"
Gavin nodded. "Yes, my lady."
"How many times can you make it spurt?" she asked.
"Four or five, my lady," he said.
"Don't call me, my lady," she said. "My name is Megan. Pretend I'm your jilly boy. Call me by my name. Say it. Say Megan.
"Megan," he said. He no longer thought about being caught, thinking only of her hand on his cock and about how beautiful she was.
"That's better. Now, kiss me." She tilted her head up, raising her lips to his. He kissed her. "Fuck me," she said, pulling him to the straw covered floor.
"But." He wanted to fuck her. He'd never wanted anything so much. But she was noble and he was slave.
"Shh," she said pressing her finger to his lips. "Help me off with this dress." She turned. "You'll have to unbutton it in the back."
Gavin knew it was wrong, but his cock throbbed. It wanted her. It had no conscience. And, when his cock was hard, it was difficult for Gavin to think clearly. Besides, she wanted it. She, a noble, wanted his cock, a slave's cock, inside her. He fumbled with the buttons to her dress, finally unbuttoning them. Megan sat up, allowing the top of her dress to drop to her waist, revealing her breast. Gavin didn't think he'd ever seen something so beautiful. "Can I touch them?" he asked. When she nodded, he grasped one in his hand.
"Oh," she said. "Kiss it. Suck it like it was your mother's teat." As he did, she pushed her dress down, finally kicking it off with her feet. Now, they were both naked. She pulled him down on top of her, spreading her legs, allowing him between them. His cock nuzzled at that hot, wet, place between her legs. Suddenly, he was inside her. She clawed at his back, smashing her mouth against his. He felt her tongue slip between his teeth. His groin pounded into hers, his pubic hair meshing with hers.
"I'm going to come," he said.
"Not yet," she said. "Just a little longer." But, it was too late. Spunk erupted from his cock. He filled her with it. She continued grinding her cunt into him. Then she came. "Oh, by the gods," she said. "I didn't know it would feel so good. I didn't know anything felt so good." They fucked five more times before she'd had enough.
"I think I'll buy you," she said, as they lay in each other's arms. "Would you like to be my slave, my pretty? You'll be my personal slave, my attendant. We can ride together. Can you ride, Gavin?" When he shook his head, she said, "Never mind, you can learn. I need a slave to accompany me while I ride. I'll speak to my father." She smiled. "He denies me nothing. He'll buy you for me, if I ask him to. Do you want to be my slave, my pretty."
"Yes, my lady."
"Megan," she said, pressing her finger to his lips, "but only when we're alone. When we're alone, I'm Megan, your jilly. Now, I must be off." She stepped into her dress, pulling it up, asking him to button it, once she had. She kissed him. "I'll be back tomorrow with my father's overseer. My father's an important man. Your master will sell you to him at a fair price." Then, she was gone.
That night, he told Pedr about her, not that he'd fucked her. He wouldn't admit to anyone that he'd fucked a noble. He told Pedr that, liking him, she planned to buy him, that he probably wouldn't see Pedr again. He would sleep with her slaves, in their quarters, in a proper house. Having asked about her family, he'd discovered they were quite wealthy.
The next day, a slave came to get him from the stables, taking him back to his master's house. She was there, along with a man, an important slave, by the look of his clothes. "I've sold you," his master said. "You belong to this lady now." Gavin looked at Megan. She smiled at him.
"Come along, Boy," Megan's slave said.
It was a grand house she lived in. Gavin couldn't believe his good fortune. Every slave he saw looked well fed, none with any obvious signs he'd been beaten. His old master had him beaten for the slightest offense. "This way," said the slave, leading him down a corridor. Looking around, Gavin saw that Megan followed. "Through here," the slave said, pointing to a door. Gavin stepped through it. Two men inside grabbed each of his arms. It was a cutting room.
"I'm sorry, my sweet," Megan said, whispering in his ear after he'd been strapped naked to the cutting bench, "but father insisted that we cut you first. It seems that he doesn't trust an intact slave around his daughter. Or is it that he doesn't trust his daughter around an intact slave?" She smiled. She turned to the other slaves. "Leave us," she said. "I'll call you when I'm ready."
"But, Mistress," said the slave that had come to his master's house.
"Do as I say," she said. "Is he not securely tied?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Then, leave us."
"I'm sorry, my sweet," Megan said, after they'd gone. "but it had to be. I knew when I fucked you yesterday that it would be the last time I would while you still had balls. I hope this will still get hard," she said, grasping his cock, "when they're cut off. Do boys still squirt once they're cut?"
"Please don't have me cut," said Gavin. "I thought you loved me."
"But I do love you," she said. "You shall be my pet, my favorite. But just as my dog has been neutered, so shall you be. It's for the best, really. Couldn't have me becoming pregnant with the git of a slave, could we? I knew I was safe yesterday. My bleeding time began today." She laughed. "All that seed wasted. I'll give you one last time, though." She pumped his cock.
"How does it feel to know this it the last time while you still have balls?"
"Please," said Gavin again.
She dropped his cock, picking up his balls, rolling them between her fingers. "It hurts I know, when they cut them off. I've seen other boys cut in this room. I've heard their screams. But they get over it, as will you. Some boys, I've heard, can still get their cocks hard. I hope you can. I hope to make use of it again. Do you hate being cut all that much?"
"Yes," he said.
"Why," she asked.
"I won't be a man any longer."
"A man," she scoffed. "You were born a slave. You were never a man. What difference does it make that you no longer have balls?"
Gavin had no answer to that. What she said was true. He was a slave. He owned nothing, not even his balls. His master could take them whenever he wanted. She could take them whenever she wanted.
"I wonder what it feels like to have them cut off. Have you heard any boy describe it?"
"Yes," said Gavin. He'd been told by newly cut boys how much it hurt, unbelievably, unbearably hurt. "It hurts. Please don't have me cut."
"I'm sorry, my sweet, but it must be done." She picked up the cutting knife, holding it to his balls. "I wish I could do it myself," she said, "but I haven't the skill. You might not survive my cutting. Oh," she said, picking up his cock. It was becoming soft. "I've neglected it." She began pumping it once again. "How does it feel to know this is the last seed your ball will ever make?" she asked.
Gavin couldn't answer. He was about to come. Then he shot, spurting high onto his chest. Bending over him, Megan rubbed it, smearing it across his chest. "That's the last of it, my love." She turned toward the door. "Come," she called. He's ready for you."
"This is Sion," she said introducing the slave that had come with her. He's my father's overseer. He'll cut you himself." Sion looked at the come smeared across Gavin's chest, at the trail of come leading from his groin to that on his chest, but said nothing.
"Bite down on this boy," Sion said, placing a stick between Gavin's teeth. "This will hurt. It hurt when mine were cut off. After a while, the pain will go away, and after a while you won't miss them. I no longer remember what it was like to have mine.
Doing as he was told, Gavin bit down on the stick. As long as he was about to be cut, he would take it like a man, not like a puling slave. He'd pleaded with Megan to keep his balls. He wouldn't plead with this slave to keep them. It would do no good, anyway. Like any other slave, Sion only did what he was told.
Sion tied a leather thong around the base of Gavin's ball sac, cinching it down tight. "Oomph," said Gavin between teeth clenched down on the stick. Already, it hurt, and the cutting hadn't even started. The pain hadn't yet started, not the real pain, anyway.
Megan leaned over, watching him work. "What do you do next?" she asked.
"I slit the sac down the middle," Sion said.
"Do it," she said.
Picking up the cutting knife, Sion placed the point of it high on Gavin's ball sac. Gavin raised his head to watch. He didn't want to watch, but he had to. He couldn't help but watch.
Sion slit open his ball sac. That hurt, but he knew worse pain was yet to come. "Are those his balls?" he heard Megan say.
"Yes, my lady," said Sion, pulling Gavin's balls out of their sac. Gavin felt a tug deep within his abdomen as Sion pulled them out.
"How do you free them?" she asked.
"The cords here," Sion said. "I burn through them with a hot knife."
"I want to do it," said Megan. "Will you show me how?"
"If you want, my lady." Dropping Gavin's balls, Sion picked up a glowing knife from the coals, handing it to her. Picking up one of Gavin's balls once again, he pointed to a place on its cord with his other hand. "Burn through it there," he said.
Megan, looking up, looking Gavin in the eye, smiled; then, lowering her gaze, she lowered the knife.
Gavin bit down on the stick, almost biting it in half. He screamed; with the stick still clutched in his teeth, he screamed. None of them had lied about how much it hurt. "Poor baby," Megan said, holding up something for him to see. At first, he didn't know what it was, blurred as his vision was by his tears. Then, he realized it was one of his balls she held up. She held it up, dangling it by its cords. "One more to go," she said, tossing his ball onto the floor.
Then, she cut off the other one, as she had the first, holding it up for him to see. "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" she said.
Wasn't so bad? Even in his worst fears, he hadn't realized it could hurt so much. His balls were gone, tossed on to the floor at her feet, and she had said, "That wasn't so bad." What could be worse? It was bad enough to be a slave, but to be a ball-less slave; that was worse yet. Not only that; he'd been nutted by a woman. She had fucked him one day, then nutted him the next.
Sion examined him. "Good work, my lady," he said. "I think he'll survive his cutting." He untied Gavin, helping him up from the bench, handing him over to other slaves. "Tend to him," he said. "If he starts bleeding, call for me."
Gavin developed a fever, and it was doubtful at first that he would survive, but a healthy young boy, he survived his cutting. He'd been a eunuch for months now. It was as Sion had said. He no longer particularly missed his balls. His sac, empty now, was no more than a flap of skin. His cock still got hard, when he pulled on it long enough; and he still fucked Megan when she wanted; but he got little pleasure out of it. If he still loved her as he had before, maybe it wouldn't have mattered that he no longer had balls. But, she had taken them. What's more, she'd enjoyed taking them. Worst of all, he knew what he was to her, a slave, a plaything, nothing more.