Forty-six beautiful butterflies; delicately mounted in identical pairs within twenty-three dark red peduca wood frames; each frame uniquely carved and polished as a work of art in its own right… This display of perfectly formed winged insects decorates the dining room walls of our London apartment.

The pairs are perfectly matched in colour and form and with even the most detailed of inspections, one cannot distinguish each brightly coloured creature from its partner; however, each pair differs markedly from the next in both size and pattern. Our guests often examine the creatures at close quarters and everyone who views them admires their delicate form and vibrant colours… I’m usually taken to be a keen lepidopterist and people are always surprised when I inform them that it was in fact my wife, Sheila, who picked up the entire collection, whilst backpacking in South America, over fifty years ago.

Knowing their history, I have always valued the butterflies beyond price… Sheila on the other hand shows little regard for the collection and considers the formula for her “Smooth as Silk” preparation to be a far more important acquisition, obtained along with her butterflies at that time in Brazil.

“Smooth as Silk” is the trade name for a cosmetic cream which Sheila has successfully marketed in Europe, Asia and North America over the past fifty years. The formula is contained within a rich cocoa butter paste and is an extremely effective skin tightening / anti wrinkle preparation. In addition to crediting countless thousands of pounds into Sheila’s bank account, the product has earned her world-wide fame throughout the cosmetic industry.

In times past, we would often relate the history of the butterflies to our house guests and explain the circumstances which led to the collection coming together. However, after several formal letters and a visit from H.M. Customs; plus an interview under caution from the Metropolitan Police, we have learned to be very careful as to those to whom we recount this tale…

THE TALE.

In 1952, when Sheila was nineteen years of age, she spent almost two years in South America… Whilst in Brazil she became friendly with several native girls from a small village near to the Amazon River and for two months she lodged with her new friend Miranda De’Olivares, who lived with her mother and her three younger sisters.

Although the De’Olivares family were relatively wealthy, their home was no more than a basic wooden cabin with very little luxury or ornament; except for a pair of beautiful framed butterflies, which hung in Miranda’s tiny bedroom.

Sheila admired the insects and one evening at dinner she asked her hosts where the butterflies had come from? The family group fell quiet after the question was asked and Miranda together with her sisters looked to their mother for some response...

After an embarrassing silence… all five began to laugh nervously and my young wife was offered no answer to her question. Sheila, however, was not easily distracted from her inquiry and eventually Miranda’s mother told her that they were a gift from their houseboy Juan-Joseph; again the girls could not contain their laughter and Sheila was even more intrigued.

Sheila had lived with the family for several weeks at that time and knew Juan-Joseph quite well. Prior to this brief discussion about the butterflies, her only consideration about him was that she thought it was pleasant to have an attractive young male about the house, to serve and wait upon the family; beyond that she had paid little attention to him.

She knew that he was nineteen years old and that the tall fair skinned youth had lived with Miranda’s family for almost two years. She admired his slim muscular physique as he went about his duties clothed only in a small green sash, which he wore casually about his waist… She had never seen him wearing anything other than the small squares of green silk cloth, which appeared to be his only possessions.

During the days that followed, Sheila now paid far more attention to the De’Olivares houseboy… She continued to enjoy watching him perform menial chores about their home and observed how obediently he followed every order issued from his female employers… Even nine-year-old Mala was always obeyed without question.

Each day, Sheila continued to press for more information about Juan and the butterflies, asking various members of the family several times each day, until Miranda eventually weakened and summoned Juan-Joseph to her bedroom… Within a minute or two Juan appeared at her door and was told to enter. Obediently, he stepped inside and stood nervously before the two confident young women. As usual, he was clothed only in the band of green cloth; tied loosely about his waist…Miranda closed the door firmly behind him.

Juan was incredibly fair skinned; and as the sun shone into the tiny room through a small-unglazed window, the light streamed across his hairless body and accentuated this fact markedly. As he stood barefoot with his weight on his left leg, leaning slightly with his arms at his side, Sheila was struck by the beauty of his young male physique, consciously noting his resemblance to Michelangelo’s “David”.

Sheila was soon treated to a more intimate display of his physique when Miranda untied and removed the sash from about his waist, discarding it upon the floor, leaving him naked for their inspection. Juan at first attempted to conceal himself with his large hands… however, Miranda immediately ordered “NON” and slapped them away.

The sash had concealed a tiny button sized penis, which was the only blemish upon his flawless bronze body. Sheila was initially taken aback with the scant regard paid to Juan’s feelings and the intimacy of the situation, however, she soon overcame her apprehension and accepted Miranda’s offer to examine their subject.

She first absorbed the vision of masculinity before her by walking slowly around Juan’s statuesque form; viewing him like some object in an art gallery… After several circuits of the exhibit, Sheila stopped behind him and reached out her small hands to stroke his tightly shorn head… running them over his ears and down his powerful neck, across his shoulders and onto his muscular back. She then moved around and stared into his chestnut brown eyes as she continued to explore his body, feeling the muscles of his upper arms, sliding her palms across the nipples of his broad hairless chest and down over his strong rib cage to the knot of his perfect navel. Now at his side, with the palm of her right hand pressing against his tight abdomen she nestled her left into the small of his back. The rhythm of his heart was very noticeable as he took short rapid breaths, which betrayed his apparent nervousness.

Sheila now moved her attention down to survey his sex... Her knowledge of male anatomy was slight and she could only compare him to her younger brothers, Simon and Carl, who at that time were aged seven and nine.

Sheila had often nursed her brothers as infants… At their bath time she remembered her mother’s instructions upon the importance of carefully washing each boy’s private parts, with particular attention to the exposed and sensitive little helmet gland of his “tassel”. She knew that her brothers had both been circumcised as infants and remembered her mother praising this “little operation” as some vast improvement upon natures own design. (Her mother had arranged for the boys to be cut in Italy, where fashion favoured circumcisions to be “high and tight” and the frenulum was always completely excised)

Sheila recognised that Juan’s penis had been modified in a similar way, however, his version of the procedure was altogether different and more extreme; the outer skin of his cock shaft had been completely removed; being cut back so tightly that the exposed gland was held tight against his abdomen, almost like an extra belly button. The neat little acorn seemed to be all that remained of his penis and indeed the rest of his manhood, since the tiny pink button was perched above an empty sexless groin.

Sheila was initially taken aback by this discovery and withdrew her hands for a moment; standing back to draw breath and once again to admire Juan’s smooth hairless body.

His sex-less torso was perfectly mounted upon two strong well-formed legs… rising from large bony feet, with slender ankles and calves, leading past sinuous knees and widening onto strong muscular thighs. Once again her gaze and hands were drawn by some magnetic attraction back onto to the silky smoothness of his sexless underbelly.

Miranda now also reached between Juan’s thighs to join Sheila in stroking his vacant groin as she said in her broken English “De butterflies are Juan’s testes”.

Sheila became extremely excited by this revelation… her heart began to race and she drew a long breath to steady her nerves. No longer content with light petting, she now insisted upon a more detailed examination of her subject and Juan was instructed to lie upon the bed and draw his knees up onto his shoulders. With his thighs widely spread in this way, Miranda offered him to her guest like some teatime delicacy. Sheila accepted the invitation and moved rapidly to kneel between Juan’s broad thighs and thence commenced an unhurried examination of his anatomy from tail to navel.

In this position, her face was barely six inches from his groin, as she examined him closely. She found no trace of Juan’s testicles or scrotal pouch; only the feint silvery seam of his raphe, extending from the base of the tiny organ with its pouting piss-hole, around his tight under-belly onto the dewlap of his anus. The flesh of his soft underbelly was as smooth as the cheeks of his face and without a trace of pubic hair. Pinching and rolling his gland between her fingers caused the eye of it’s urethra to pout open and closed like the lips of a tiny mouth and Sheila thought how beautifully natural Juan’s body appeared. She asked him if he had been born in this condition… he gave no reply, but glanced to Miranda, who answered on his behalf… “All houseboys are this way”.

At this point Miranda’s mother called out for Juan-Joseph and he was instructed to leave.

Sheila was intrigued and excited by her discovery that Juan Joseph was a eunuch. She was sexually aroused by this realisation and her inquisitive nature had taken hold of her imagination, as she dreamt up all sorts of erotic scenarios in which houseboys were emasculated. However, she wanted to know the true facts and the details of Juan-Joseph’s past, so that night she plucked up the courage to ask Miranda’s mother; “why was Juan-Joseph emasculated and who had performed such perfectly neat and clever surgery”?

Miranda’s mother seemed very matter of fact in her reply and in the acceptance of a tradition of eunuch houseboys; she explained to Sheila that it had been this way in their village for many years. She went on to explain that there was very little well paid local employment for the leading men of the village; and many of them, including her husband, were forced to work far away in Rio for several months at a time. The need to provide security in his absence was an obvious necessity, but it would be totally unacceptable for any Brazilian man to leave his wife and daughters exposed to the attentions of an intact male; the need to guard against infidelity and the possibility of male aggression and rape of their loved ones was paramount … Miranda’s mother conclude with her honest opinion that castrating houseboys served the same purpose as neutering most of the families other domesticated male animals. Her view was quite simple; “male aggression is driven by the testes and the simple removal of these unnecessary appendages results in a much calmer and more obedient creature, just as effective in boys as in cattle, goats, pigs, chickens, cats and dogs”.

Sheila learned that a trade in teenage houseboys was flourishing amongst the local tribes and an Amazon village some fifty miles away was the hub and processing centre in this trade. Youths were captured by warriors from remote tribes, often hundreds of miles away, and brought to the small village for their conversion to eunuch houseboys. Sheila was informed that the process of emasculating boys with butterflies was a technique which had been practiced by Amazon tribes-women for over a hundred years. After generations of experience, it was known to be safer and more effective than crude surgical procedures which had often resulted in infection and the death of many boys.

Sheila was determined to find out more about this trade in twentieth century eunuch slaves and persuaded Miranda to act as her companion and guide on an expedition to the mystery village. Eventually Miranda’s mother agreed to their excursion; so the arrangements were made, and their adventure began.

After three days journey the girls arrived at a clearing in the forest in which twenty or thirty small wooden shacks were grouped together… Miranda sought out the village matriarch and introduced Sheila to Mama Che. They were made welcome and offered a small cabin next to Mama Che’s own house to use during their brief stay, which they accepted gratefully. This brief stay in fact lasted for almost six weeks and led to the beautiful butterfly collection now decorating the walls of our dining room.

Early the next morning, Sheila was awakened by a commotion outside the shack. She quickly strapped on her bikini pants and stepped outside to witness two youths; naked and gagged, being offered for trade by three fierce warriors from a local tribe. Sheila was overjoyed to see this happening so soon after her arrival and watched in amazement as events began to unfold before her eyes. Over the next six weeks she would witness the conversion of these two innocent youths into “house-boys”… An ordeal in which the boys would be treated like domesticated animals in some intensive farm.

After a detailed inspection of the merchandise, and a lengthy session of bartering with the tribesmen, Mama Che agreed the terms of the boys surrender and passed over several American dollar bills in payment for the boys. They were “sold as seen” and were now the property of Mama Che, who appointed two of her “maidens” to closely supervise them. The boys had been badly treated since their capture almost a week before, they were tired and hungry, and were easily overpowered by the maidens, who carried them into a vacant lodge, where they were tied down securely onto two crude bed frames.

Sheila watched closely as each appointed maiden washed her boy thoroughly with a coarse brown cloth and carbolic soap. This process was particularly effective as the boy’s sparse growth of pubic hair was drawn into the fibres of the coarse resinous cloth and plucked from his body, which left him spotlessly clean and completely hairless.

The boys were now left totally exposed to dry off after their depilation and Sheila took this opportunity to inspect them. She knelt upon the floor between the two beds and looked at her subjects… She was uncomfortable under the gaze of their staring brown eyes, so she covered their faces with the cloths which had recently cleansed them so effectively and guided by the maidens, she then commenced another chapter in her education upon male anatomy.

The boys were about seventeen years of age and puberty had long since converted the diminutive genitals of the child into the impressive reproductive organs of the man. Even though their cocks were flaccid, Sheila was impressed by the nut brown organs, which lay like snakes sleeping upon their beds of scrotal flesh. She noted the long trunk of fore-skin extending over the glands, and realised how effectively the Italian surgeon had trimmed her brothers; visualising now what her mother had referred to as “that mistake of nature - nasty smelly cock tubes”. After satisfying herself upon the construction of their intact members, she then examined the egg shaped glands which drove their manhood … Stretching the elastic skin of each pouch as she rolled and pinched the firm bollocks between her slender fingers; feeling every vein, tube and sinew which connected them to their host. In addition to learning how nature had designed the reproductive organs of the human male, Sheila also learned how easily the young male is sexually aroused, as each snake awoke and was soon bouncing off its masters belly with each beat of his heart.

The maidens were amused by her surprise and continued to guide her exploration as she was encouraged to take each cock in turn and pumped it forcefully.

She watched in awe as the glossy purple gland became fully inflated and the scrotal sac tightened, drawing its gonads into the boy’s abdomen in readiness for his ejaculation… The urethra was soon weeping pre-cum copiously and after two or three minutes of her ministrations each cock erupted powerfully … She felt the rigid organ within her palm spasm uncontrollably as it began to vomit out the contents of it’s young bollocks; the ring muscles of the wooden snake now pulsed regularly up its shaft as it fired off eight or nine ropes of thick white cum which jetted out from its eye like steam from an overheated boiler. The aim of his hand maiden was as accurate as an artillery gunner as each spurt of hot jizz splashed onto his head, face and chest. Several minutes later, Sheila noticed that dozens of large flies had landed and were feasting upon the fresh cock snot; swiping them away she realised the benefit of the carbolic soap, which was once again employed to clean away the sticky boy-mess.

After half an hour or so, Mama Che appeared with a small brown leather pouch, which she opened with great ceremony and revealed its contents … Several long sharp thorns and the body of a large insect, which she immediately pinched up between her coarse fingers and squeezed, until its body burst open and a rush of green liquid was ejected onto a cocoa leaf.

The leaf containing the recently ejected slime was offered to the two maidens, who now worked as a team and seemed very familiar with the procedure expected of them. One of the girls massaged the boy’s groin, skilfully manipulating his genitals and stretching the elastic flesh of his scrotal pouch until his terrified balls were drawn out of hiding from within his abdomen and made accessible for their further attentions. As one girl manipulated the boy’s scrotum in this way, the other girl divided his sac with leaf twine, dissecting the scrotum and forming two small pouches, ensuring that each testicle was captured in a tight little bag of flesh which was thus held proud from his groin with no prospect of retreating back into his belly.

A thorn was selected by each “maiden” in turn and dipped into the green liquid on the cocoa leaf. The girls manipulated and positioned the little gonad pouches, pinching them firmly between their fingers as the glistening thorn was carefully positioned and pressed forcefully into its victim. Each bollock was punctured in turn as the thorn was driven into its heart, delivering its point and more importantly the green liquid deep into the fleshy ball meat.

The boys remained gagged during this procedure; however, their extreme distress was plainly evident to the gathering of female spectators as they stared in silence during the time taken to complete this ordeal.

Later that evening Sheila moved amongst the women and girls of the village and asked a thousand questions… She discovered that the boys had been injected with the larvae of a large Swallowtail butterfly. The insects eggs would hatch within hours and the tiny grubs would feed upon the flesh of the gonad into which they had been injected and were now confined. Over the days that followed, the tiny maggots would completely devour and cleanout the ball meat leaving them trapped within the tough testicle shell. They would then be forced into cannibalism and devour each other until finally only one fat grub would remain in each capsule. Having destroyed its host and its fellow beings this fat dominant grub would eventually crystallise and begin its slow metamorphosis, until six weeks later the winged Swallowtail would break free. Its freedom would however be short lived as once in flight it would be captured, killed and mounted alongside its partner for all eternity.

During the first day after their injection, the boys became delirious as a fever developed, sweating profusely as the maidens attended them. They were offered nothing to eat, but occasionally sipped a little coconut milk.

Nature now played a cruel trick on its victims … The grubs stimulated the blood supply within the gonads, accelerating sperm production and thereby offering them additional nourishment. This stimulation caused the penis to inflate to full erection, as its testicles were eaten alive. It was strangely sad to see the two virile healthy young boys with rampant hard cocks standing proudly on their doomed balls. Each maiden was instructed to keep her charge sexually aroused and would occasionally hook her middle finger deep into his anus to massage the prostate gland until a clear fluid was milked from the cowper gland and flowed out freely from the eye of his rock hard organ. The girls were skilled milk-maids, and depriving ejaculation for hours on end in this way, forced the bollocks to produced copious amounts of semen to feed the grubs. During this time, Mama Che would make regular visits to check upon the fattening grubs and if the boys were not fully erect and weeping fluid at her random inspections she would slap the maiden responsible and humiliate her before the other girls. Willing to assist her new friends whenever she could, Sheila’s own middle finger was called into service to perform this routine task.

At this stage each boy’s scrotum became inflamed and tender as his immune systems attempted to defend his reproductive organs. However, the grubs were invincible, and simply feasted upon anything offered by the body it its defence.

Finally admitting defeat, the body would retreat its defences by voluntarily detaching each testicle at the junction with its vas deferens along with the spermatic cords and eppididimus, sealing off the gonads and leaving the boy’s manhood undefended, to be consumed by the tiny alien creatures. This spontaneous castration usually occurred three or four days after injection and as this stage approached, the maidens would massage the scrotum in order to assist nature in detaching the offal within. Once released in this way the “maiden” would report to Mama Che confirming that the fruits had detached and were ready to harvest.

The plumbs were still contained within the boy’s body, but were now completely detached from his bowels and floated freely within the elastic pouch of his scrotum; the veins which had provided their life’s blood and the cords and pipes which once drew off the fertile seed produced by their once productive tubuials now retreated deep into his abdomen. The two heavily pregnant orbs were no longer human male reproductive organs; they were now firmly reassigned genetically to the species lepidoptera and would soon be extracted from his body, to thrive as independent creatures in their own right; but for now the pupae, which were now more than twice the size of normal balls, lay in the bottom of his sac, stretching and drawing it down under their pendulous weight.

Early the following morning the first boy was transferred to the cutting lodge where he was strapped securely onto a primitive operating table. He was laid upon a high stone platform, which supported his upper body. His ankles were each tied with a length of vine rope drawn down from the lodge roof timbers. As the ropes were tightened, they divided his legs widely and raised his buttocks from the granite block.

Mama Che now stood between his thighs and studied his genitals for a moment, talking aloud for the benefit of her young students, consciously deciding upon the order in which she would proceed with her surgery. She then produced a small tool from her pocket and drew off a tatty leather scabbard from its blade to reveal a well-worn filleting knife.

Pinching the foreskin of his small penis firmly between the fingers of her left hand she lifted it from his abdomen and stretched it out from his body. She then drew the blade of her scalpel gently around the circumference of the cock, near to its base, about one inch from his abdomen; the tender outer skin of his organ offered no resistance to the blade and parted effortlessly to reveal the sinuous snake within. The elastic flesh of the severed cock tube sprung away from the site of the incision to gather like a little scarf below his tiny knob, still pinched between her fingers.

The lower end of the cock tube was now the object of Che’s attentions as she stretched the wound widely, filleting inside the fleshy tunnel and skilfully making two cuts to access a route down into each side of his scrotal pouch and the pupae within. As she cut deeply into either side of his groin, the scene was like some bizarre caesarean birth in which twin alien insects were about to be expelled from his body. Che soon opened the cavities sufficiently wide to insert her stubby forefinger and like an experienced midwife, she gently confirmed that the fat grubs were ready to leave their fleshy womb. The boy was moaning and writhing against his bonds like a pregnant female as his sac was now squeezed forcefully until everyone present witnessed the greatest ejaculation of his short life as the twin grubs left his body.

He roared out load and seemed to achieve a massive climax as the maggots were ejected out from the bloody wounds either side of his mutilated groin… gasping loudly he then fell back unconscious. To the great delight of mama Che, the two slimy orbs were finally born into the outside world and holding one in each palm of her fat little hands, like freshly shelled hard boiled eggs, she proudly displayed her offspring to the audience of ten young women.

As an honoured guest, Sheila was offered the slimy pupae, which she took into her own hands, consciously resisting the temptation to throw them away as she felt the repulsive creatures writhing and wriggling within her clenched fists.

Sheila carefully placed the pulsating grubs, which had recently devoured the boy’s manhood into a glass dish at her side and Mama Che now resumed her task upon the his wounded genitals, treating her little penis victim to the tightest circumcision imaginable. She drew the recently modified cock tube over the head of its gland like a trunk of flesh or a grossly extended foreskin. She then called for a pot of hot charcoal and heated the blade of her knife until the steel glowed red in the dim light of the dusky room. Once the blade was sufficiently hot she once again drew it gently around the circumference of his penis, this time close to the corona of its helmet gland. The skin again offered no resistance and melted away until only a tag of flesh at its throat connected it. Two or three deeper cuts with the filleting knife and the sensitive little web of his frenelum along with its sensitive nerve endings at its root were completely excised. The fleshy cock tube now slid over the gland and off the penis shaft like the finger of a ladies glove drawn gently from her hand. It was now no longer the boy’s property and was rolled onto the stubby little thumb of its new owner. Madam Ch’e now picked up the glass dish at her side and left the room quite jubilant with her trophies held high for all to see.

The wound was closed by one of Che’s senior “maidens”; the girl was no more than seventeen years of age but she was so confident that she gave her audience a running commentary of her actions… She first produced a small earthenware pot containing a light brown paste and scooped out a healthy measure with her finger tips which she inserted into the boys scrotum via the same openings through which he had recently been castrated. The vessel was obviously a prepared measure since she proceeded to empty the entire contents of the pot into his scrotum, like stuffing a tiny foul until his ball bag appeared to have regained its bollocks. The paste was actually an antiseptic and very efficient shrinking agent, which would reduce the redundant skin tightly back onto his vacant groin. After stuffing his sac in this way, she moulded it to her satisfaction before proceeding with her skilled needlework which neatly closed off the two internal incisions. She then concentrated upon the shaft of his penis and mated the two circular wounds at the extremities of his tiny organ by stretching the shortened cock tube out from his abdomen to meet with the bloody circumference of the recently wounded corona and with a fine silk thread she sewed the tiny gland onto his abdomen as neatly as if it had never been separated or interfered with in any way.

Another girl then dressed his external wound with a poultice of the same cocoa butter paste, which was spread liberally from tail to navel and finally dressed him with a cotton diaper.

The fever which had gripped each boy for over a week broke soon after the bugs had been removed and they soon regained consciousness. Four or five days later their temperature was normal and they ate great quantities of fruit as their ravenous appetites returned. It would take a further three months for each boy to be fully conditioned and trained and he would then be offered for sale as a houseboy. Each maiden took their training duties very seriously and instructed her boy for over ten hours each day, during his spare time he would carve and polish the peduca wood frame to mount his butterflies.

The diaper wound dressing remained in place for one week after the operation and Sheila could hardly believe the sight that greeted her staring eyes as the dressing was removed. The cocoa paste had been totally absorbed into the boy’s body and the wound appeared completely healed, the snake like penis had been converted into a neat little acorn gland which was identical to Juan-Joseph’s and the redundant skin of his scrotal pouch had shrunk back so tightly onto his groin that even the central seam of his raphe was barely visible. My young wife instantly recognised the potential of this miracle paste which she would one day market with great success throughout the Western world as her “Smooth as silk” skin cream preparation.

After her six week stay, Sheila had seen all that she had desired and began her journey back home. Upon her return to Miranda’s village, Sheila advertised her interest in purchasing butterflies and began to gather our collection from far and wide. Sheila’s grandmother had wisely advised her to pack a box of costume jewellery in order to barter with the natives during her trip and these items were now exchanged with women and girls from miles around. They arrived in possession of the butterflies from their own houseboys and were willing to exchange them for a trinket of pretty glass. Sheila had paid less than fifteen shillings for that box of cheap jewellery, which she then exchanged for the manhood of twenty-three young men… Less than one pound sterling for forty six gonads, which had been converted into twenty three pairs of beautiful insects mounted in hand made frames, crafted and mounted by the very boys who had sacrificed their balls to create our decorative display. Upon inspection at the rear of each frame, even the leather mounting ring had been fashioned from the circumcision skin of the doner’s cock tube.