A Christmas Carol

by Pueros

(with due deference to Charles Dickens for the title)

[Umbria, Papal States, October 1858]

The full unification of Italy was still 12 years away as our story unfolds, with the peninsula divided up into a number of separate states and with Lombardy and Venetia part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. Umbria was part of the Papal States, ruled by the Popes, which extended north-east from Rome to the Adriatic and as far upwards as Bologna.

The name of the isolated village in which our tale is set is of no consequence, suffice to say that it was, and still is, unimportant except to those who were born there. It was on the eastern Apennine downslopes, about 40 miles inland from Ancona. The community was dominated both physically and economically by the Countess and spiritually by the Church.

The Countess’ magnificent villa was perched on the hillside overlooking the village. She was a beautiful woman, 35 years old with hazel eyes and long brown hair. Her noble but impoverished family had married her off at 19 to the rich widower Count, who was more than three times her age. Their marriage did not last beyond the nuptial bed, when the Count’s weak heart was overcome by the reawakening of previously dormant passions. However, their brief union produced a male heir, a handsome lad, who was 15 years of age at the time of my yarn.

The Countess enjoyed many noble, usually impecunious, suitors attracted by her beauty and, more importantly, her money. However, she was choosy and only allowed the younger, more beautiful specimens to share her bed. She also valued her independence too much to succumb to any proposals of marriage. As soon as the question arose, the suitor concerned would be deprived of her time and company whilst she selected the next young male body to enjoy.

Although the subject of most of the gossip within the small community, the Countess was forgiven her sexual peccadilloes as she had inherited most of the local farmland and vineyards and controlled much of the village’s commerce. Virtually everyone depended on her in some way or another.

The Countess was a great benefactor to the local church, which she attended regularly to seek absolution for her frequent sins of the flesh. The Priest was immune to the confessions concerning the Countess’ latest liaisons, always granting her minimum penances, because of her generosity. The woman’s money had enabled the church building to be completely refurbished, with new religious artwork installed. However, they were both most proud about the development of the all-male choir, age range of members about 10 to 35 years, which was now reputed to be the best in the province.

The Countess had funded the acquisition of a choirmaster previously associated with the choristers of the Sistine Chapel in Rome itself. Her largesse had also permitted the import of several excellent performers from neighbouring villages. However, the undoubted star was 14 years old Lasio, whose angelic voice matched his angelic face, with its blonde hair and blue eyes. The Countess, whose tastes would permit bed companions so young, although they had so far been limited to a couple of pretty boy servants, often wondered whether the lad’s body, hidden under his cassock, was as gorgeous.

Lasio did not have to be brought in from outside as he was a native of the village, a middle son of one of the Countess’ farm labourers, who had ten children in all. Unusually for the local population, the family sported fair features, rumoured to be as a result of rape suffered by a great grandmother when Napoleon’s armies invaded the area more than half a century earlier.

The Countess’ influence, not least a large donation to archdiocese funds, had encouraged the Archbishop of Ancona to give the village church the unprecedented honour of his presence at the main Christmas Day mass, when he would take the opportunity to bless the new altar. The Archbishop had told the Countess that he was especially looking forward to hearing the choir, about which he had heard so much.

Two months before the great day, after confessing to enjoying yet another young man’s body for which she had to recite a few ‘Hail Marys’, the Countess was shocked to hear the Priest confess to a major problem with the choir. Lasio’s voice was showing signs of breaking. She immediately convened a meeting of interested parties, which of course did not include the boy himself.

The Countess, Priest, choirmaster and chief chorister met amidst the luxury of the former’s villa to discuss the disaster and what could be done. All agreed that the choir’s Christmas performance before the Archbishop would be ruined without Lasio’s sublime alto voice. They also concluded that there was only one action that could be taken to rescue the situation and it had to take place with as little delay as possible. The boy would have to acquire a castrato voice. The choirmaster was well acquainted with castrato choristers from his spell at the Sistine, the only place in western society where eunuchs were still found, a practice to be abolished finally by Pope Leo XIII twenty years later. The choirmaster recommended a particular Roman physician who could be relied upon to conduct the necessary operation successfully.

The Countess later summoned Lasio’s father to her presence. A deal for the boy’s manhood was quickly struck, after all the man had five other sons to propagate the family line, one actually already having done so, and the gift of a smallholding meant that his lineage became landowners for the first time. The surgeon arrived in the village ten days later. Lasio was oblivious of the fate about to befall him until he was himself summoned to the grand villa.

It was the first time that Lasio had been inside the Countess’ home and he was amazed by its luxuriant splendour. It was also the first time that the Countess had seen the lovely barefoot Lasio in ordinary clothes, comprising plain white buttoned shirt and knee-high breeches. The lad’s mother had dressed her son in his best, specially cleaned, garb, albeit in actuality heavily patched and outgrown hand-me-downs from his elder brothers. The boy had been unable to elicit from his mother why she could not stop crying as her son dressed and left for the villa, and was also concerned that his father had not been able to look him in the eye for days.

The Countess welcomed the fact that Lasio’s attire was too small for him because she could now appreciate the well-proportioned comely shape of the boy’s body for the first time. She particularly liked the nice protuberance in the lad’s groin and the lovely mounds of his bottom. So did her15 years old son, who would not be propagating their own family line as he found the feminine form very distasteful. The same young male servants who had shared the mother’s bed had also regularly found themselves in the son’s. However, the Countess did not mind, even encouraged, her heir’s preference as it meant she would not need to have to tolerate a feisty daughter-in-law in future.

The Countess explained to Lasio that he was to be her guest for a while whilst they tried to do something to prevent him losing his wonderful voice and ordered a servant to take the boy to a guestroom. Lasio was overwhelmed by his accommodation’s opulence and could not, when left alone, prevent himself from jumping up and down on the bed’s huge soft mattress and carefully examining the many expensive ornaments and decorations, which included some rude paintings depicting naked nymphs being chased by equally unclad rampant young men. He also spent some time in the adjacent ornate bathroom, playing with the taps, fascinated by the fact that hot water actually ran from one of them.

Two pretty uniformed servants, a boy and a girl, both the same age as Lasio, eventually arrived to run the bath and declare that it was time for them to help their guest to bathe, asking him politely to remove his clothes. Lasio immediately blushed as no-one outside of his family saw him naked. His face became redder as he watched the servants divest themselves of their own uniforms to stand nude before him. The dark-haired boy had a nicely tanned body with smooth soft genitalia. The girl had similarly coloured hair but a lighter complexion. A little hair had begun to grow around her vagina and her breasts had begun development, like little conical foothills seemingly intending to erupt to become rounder mountains in the years ahead. Lasio, who liked the looks of both, felt his cock grow.

The abashed Lasio made no move to disrobe so the two servants did so for him. Whilst the nude girl began to unbutton the young guest’s shirt, the boy started to untie the waistcord of the breeches. Lasio made a token effort to resist but his intentions were disarmed by a sweet smile from the girl and her advice “Don’t be so silly, you haven’t got anything that I haven’t seen before!” Lasio was wearing no underwear and so closed his eyes in embarrassment as his trousers fell to the floor, revealing fully excited hairless genitals, nicely rounded scrotum dangling beneath uncut horizontal penis. He heard giggles from both servants as the show came into view.

Lasio was encouraged to step out of his breeches by the boy whilst the girl finally slipped the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. Lasio opened his eyes again when he felt a hand gently grasping and pulling his rampant cockhead. He saw that the girl was trying to lead him by this method to the bath and he could not help but let her do so, such were the pleasant sensations, displacing humiliation, that were now searing through his young virgin body. The threesome was soon in the warm bath, with the two servants soaping and shampooing their young guest’s sublime form. Lasio just let it happen, now thoroughly enjoying the attention.

The ministrations Lasio experienced during subsequent drying and grooming were just as pleasurable, and his cock became vertical as a result. He was happy to observe that he was not alone for the boy servant’s penis had now adopted a similar posture. However, the pleasantries eventually came to an end and Lasio, in an almost trance-like state, was laid face-up and still naked on the bed. The boy and girl then gathered their clothes and departed.

The beautiful Countess entered Lasio’s room shortly afterwards. The boy had begun to masturbate himself, not expecting such an intrusion and needing to relieve his accumulated sexual passions. The woman was happy to see the lad, still nude on the bed and in such a state of arousal. She was also pleased to observe that his uncovered form was everything for which she could have hoped.

Lasio was a little slow to notice the Countess’ presence and hurriedly try to cover up his excitement with his hands when he finally did discover that he was being watched. However, his shame was quickly forgotten when he saw what the woman was wearing for her only attire was a see-through silk negligée, leaving nothing to the imagination as to what was underneath. Sight of the orbs of the Countesses large firm breasts, with gorgeous round pink nipples at their peaks, the impeccable curvature of her slim body and the neat triangle of pubic hair almost caused the startled 14 years old to cum instantly. The boy had never seen a naked woman, let alone one possessing such stirring beauty.

Not a word was spoken between the two as the Countess slipped the flimsy garment off her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor, before advancing to lay besides Lasio on the huge bed. She knocked the boy’s hands away from their timorous protection of his boyhood and gently wrapped her right hand around the quivering cock whilst placing her left hand under his head. She lent forward and pressed her rosy lips against the lad’s own, commencing a long intensely passionate kiss between the two whilst she carefully rubbed the throbbing penis.

After a while, the Countess broke the silence to ask Lasio quietly, whilst stroking his hair and cock, “Have you ever made love to a woman before?” The boy did not have to answer, as she could tell what it was from his embarrassed look, so she enquired “I think, though, that you know what to do, so do you want to do it?” The astonished lad, intense desire overcoming all surprise and doubt, nodded affirmatively, so the Countess took the necessary lead in repositioning their bodies.

Lasio soon found himself leaning over the splayed woman, his hands either side of her radiant head, lips sucking her tits and cock pressing at the entrance to her vagina. The Countess, still taking the lead, fondled the lovely smooth curves of the boy’s lustrous backside, before encouraging the buttocks to move downwards. She felt the 14 years old penis enter her and, although she preferred and had experienced much bigger vaginal invasions, she knew that she would gain pleasure from the young phallus as it enjoyed its first and last female. The knowledge that her young lover would soon be incapable of such an act intensified her feelings, as did the thought that it would be her son who would in future be most capable of giving the beautiful youngster future sexual treats by tickling the new castrato’s prostrate through sodomy.

Lasio was in sexual paradise as he enjoyed his first woman, the immaculate Countess. His engorged cock was now thrusting in and out of her writhing damp insides with great rapidity. He felt her fingernails claw his body and heard her moans of pleasure as his own loins slowly began to boil. The boy eventually could no longer suck and lick the delicious breasts, instead raising his head upwards as his climax approached inexorably. Lasio issued a loud ecstatic yell as his semen poured into the Countess, who shuddered through her own simultaneous orgasm, stimulated especially by the thought that this would be her young lover’s last.

The exhausted Lasio collapsed unceremoniously on top of the woman, who slowly extricated herself to leave the boy lying face-down on the bed. The Countess felt a pang of sorrow as to what was now to happen to the lad as she was sure that he would have given many females great happiness in the years ahead as he developed. His cock certainly had the potential for greatness. However, she consoled herself with the thought that she had made sure that Lasio went to his fate having tasted a woman and, in any case, the quality of his singing on Christmas Day was more important than his long-term lovelife. The boy would also, after he joined her service as a rather unique eunuch servant, prove a nice bonus for her son.

The Countess did not bother redressing in the negligée but, after sighing at one last look at Lasio’s lovely posterior, departed. The boy servant, uniform returned to cover his body and carrying a goblet, entered soon afterwards and awoke the now slumbering still-nude young guest, suggesting that he should drink the contents of the cup to aid his rest. A sleepy Lasio complied without demur and was soon dreaming of breasts again. However, this sweet pastime was violently interrupted by terrible stomach pains and the reawakened lad was glad to find that a large chamberpot had been placed next to the bed. He was to use it many times during the next couple of hours as the purgative caused his stomach to empty itself of its contents from both ends before more sleep overcame him.

Lasio was roused from this slumber by two adult male servants who escorted the semi-conscious bewildered young nude to the bathroom for a quick wash before leading him down a corridor to a small room, empty apart from two wooden tables. The highly polished but stained surface of one, specially brought from Rome, had five sturdy leather straps attached, whereas the smaller adjacent table displayed only a shallow rectangular wooden box resting on top. Before the lad knew where he was, he found himself strapped firmly to the larger table, face-up and legs wide apart. His wrists were bound to his sides, with the other restraints securing his neck and ankles. The servants left to be replaced by an unclothed bearded middle-aged man.

An alarmed Lasio, finally coming round to full consciousness, started to protest his predicament but was silenced when the man opened the box and removed a leather gag, which he applied to the now deeply frightened boy’s mouth. The gag was intended to protect the youngster from biting his precious lips and tongue more than quietening his protests and screams.

Lasio’s fear multiplied when he saw the box’s other contents, all carefully and securely located in appropriately shaped indentations in the rubber lining. There was a bowl, a sharp knife, a needle and thread of gut, a thin leather cord, a slither of tape soaked in glue, a clean cloth and a small bottle. The smirking man, who was ostensibly naked so that blood and other excretions could easily be washed away from his body afterwards, first carefully examined the shocked boy’s genitals. He needed to satisfy himself about the nature of incision required to the ball sac and that stitching rather than cauterising would be sufficient to help heal the subsequent wound.

Lasio was ashamed to observe that his cock began to grow as a result of the man’s handling. He did not know that the violator’s own penis, hidden by the table, was already now rigid. The man, who had emasculated the castratos of the SistineChapel for many years, really enjoyed this occasional work.

The castrator doused the cloth with some of the contents of the bottle and dabbed fluid all over Lasio’s scrotum, causing the boy to writhe in agony at the resultant intense stinging caused by the application of the early disinfectant to the tenderest of his skin. The man then wedged the bowl in the ‘V’ formed by the lad’s uppermost legs and lower buttocks, just below the endangered genitals. At the same time, it dawned on his young victim what was about to happen. He had heard about the Roman castratos and suddenly realised how his voice was to be prevented from entering adulthood. Lasio began to struggle unavailingly against his bonds but he could hardly move let alone achieve liberty.

The terrified crying Lasio shook his beautiful head wildly from side to side to try to convey ‘No’ to the uncaring physician. He then felt his hard cock being securely fixed, pointing upwards towards his navel, to his lower abdomen, with the crude but efficient glue tape, and his ball sac being tied tightly around the base with the leather cord. He shivered uncontrollably when this was followed by the feel of the knife against the top of his ball sac, just under his penis, directly between the two smooth small but prominent scrotal orbs. Lasio saw the man display a broad grin on his face and a look of deep satisfaction in his eyes before experiencing the first delicate prick of the cutting tool that meant that the boy’s gelding had commenced.

The man cautiously ran the razor-sharp blade down the centre of the scrotum, ignoring the blood spraying out from the ever-increasing tear and the sperm flowing out of Lasio’s cock to form a little pool around his delightful belly button. The castrator had to pause for a while once he had expertly exposed the first young testicle for slicing, as he underwent his own orgasm, spilling white liquid onto the floor beneath the table. However, after recomposing himself, he soon made the required cut to allow the testicle to drop into the bowl below before paying attention to its twin. The subsequent equally painful but skilful stitching caused the newly created 14 years old eunuch to faint.

[Umbria, Papal States, 24 December 1858]

Lasio was restored to full health, if not to masculinity, within a month and choir practice showed that, if anything, his new castrato voice was even more lovely than the previous alto. Everyone, except the new eunuch, was very pleased with the result of the whole exercise, not least the Countess’s son who, on Christmas Eve, invited the latest addition to the household to his bedroom. The eager 15 years old did not believe in foreplay or formalities and simply commanded the 14 years old servant to strip.

Lasio reluctantly complied and had to endure the humiliation of placing his hands on his head whilst the older boy slowly walked round the younger naked form to examine its perfection from all angles. The youthful master of the house lingered particularly when feeling the sublime buttock curvature and inspecting the now forever flaccid but still nicely formed cock and empty scrotum. He then ordered Lasio to sit face-up on his bed, back against the headboard, and hold his legs wide apart in the air. The 14 years old knew what the 15 years old was about to do to him, but any self-esteem that might have produced resistance had been banished with the arriving shame of his gelding. Lasio succumbed meekly to his fate.

The son stood at the foot of the bed, enjoying whilst he disrobed the sight of the apprehensive young eunuch positioned to lose his anal virginity. He particularly liked the dismayed expression that appeared on his bed companion’s face when a substantial 15 years old erection was revealed. The son, desperate need driving him on, was soon kneeling in front of Lasio, throbbing cockhead, drooling precum, hovering just above the fully exposed virgin sphincter. He grabbed the eunuch’s waist firmly and slowly edged the rigid penis forward to touch the pink entrance and then surprised his younger victim by spitting in his face.

Lasio, a large quantity of phlegm dribbling down his pert nose, then heard the young master say “Scum” before pain overwhelmed him as his anal innocence was lost. However, the eunuch somehow managed to keep a tight hold of his legs as the son proceeded to push his substantial member down the entire length of the anal cavity until a hairless full ball sac rested against lustrous buttocks. The 15 years old partly withdrew before commencing the rhythmic thrusting of proficient sodomy, enjoying all the time the 14 years old face, crimson, tearful and distorted in agony and shame. He would of course have the slut lick him clean afterwards and might even let him perform full fellatio, an appropriate present for Christmas and a foretaste of much similar to come.

[Umbria, Papal States, 25 December 1858]

The Countess and her son were entertaining the Archbishop in her villa after Christmas mass. “Wonderful,” declared the churchman truthfully, “marvellous choir in a splendid setting, worshipping God in the way He deserves. Your benevolence will truly see you in Heaven. I particularly liked the voice of that young alto, especially when he sang a Christmas carol solo. I hope that he manages to retain his talents for a little longer before manhood encroaches!”

“I’m sure he will,” replied the Countess, with a smile almost as wide as that of her son.

THE END

of

A CHRISTMAS CAROL

by

Pueros

(As Tiny Tim of Dickens’ original work would say, Merry Christmas everyone!!)