Judgement of the Wizard, The

I looked the man seated at the end of the table. He was taller than my 6ft 2, and I think he was muscular or stout under his well cut suit. His eyes were cold gray and his once black hair was mainly grey. His face was hard for me to place, I think he was of English extraction, but sometimes he looked Native American, probably it was his long hooked nose that made me think that. He was an impressive man, but it was the fact that neither I nor my partners, nor our security guards, could move, that made me say, “Yes.”

He smiled.

Have you heard of the idea of antinomian praxis?

I told him it sounded like nonsense words for English Majors.

He laughed, it was a very good laugh.

Suffice to say that, in order to grow as a wizard, I had to deal with my personal corruptions. The problem I had was a greed for dominance over those I lusted after or loved.

Oh I understand that.

I know you do, but the difference between us is that I understood that there was a difference between my desires and justice. No I sublimated my darker side in S&M games.

I’m S&M too, not crudely into leather..

No the leather isn’t crude, castrating men and boys because you haven’t got the guts to kiss them is crude. But as I was saying, I got into S&M to explore and sublimate my darker side. At first I was a top, I naively thought I’d be in charge.

I laughed at this one. “Everyone knows that in real world S&M the Bottom the one that really has control.”

Not with your group though, eh? But your right, which is why I became a Bottom. Oh the Masters I ran ragged. It was through one such group I met my mentor and became a wizard. I also learned that in order to control my spiritual shadow, in order to channel it power for my spiritual growth, I had to taste all my darkest desires.

I never needed a wizard to tell me that. I have the money and power to do as I wish. I’ve freely used others for my pleasure and no one can touch me for it. I married my wife for her money, I forced her to give me control of her life, her finances, her children...

It was her son that you first castrated.

Hell yes. I got a Doctor who did shady work on the side to “discover” his genital cancer. All I left him between his legs was a scar. After that I used his mouth and ass whenever I wanted. I still keep the little cocksucker around, he’s on estrogen, having breasts humiliates the wimp

Actually you need the money he inherited, so technically he keeps you, against his will. But since you had him declared mentally incompetent that’s not so hard.

You admitted your no saint.

There are degrees of sin. Yes I’ve castrated men and boys. But I’m a wizard, I made sure that my actions always lead toward their happiness. I see you sneer, but think how I unraveled your operation. You went from a pillar of the community to an outcast in how many weeks?

I thought about this and felt the sweat run down my face.

“Lets think about the missing board members of the board of this corporation. Three congressmen, prominent conservatives all, each from old money families with more lawyers than we’ve had hot suppers, and all of them in jail.” He smiled a pirate’s smile. “How many people need you dead in order to cover their tracks? “

That still doesn’t prove you can know the future.

He kept smiling, “You’ll have proof of a kind.”

He drank some water. Then started telling me more.

I started frequenting brothels of a special type. And what do you know, I fell in love. Don’t smirk it isn’t becoming. Several kinds of love came to me and my greed was defeated. I convinced those that owned my lovers that I’d payed them off and then I brought my playmates to my home. By the way I no longer live in this time/space continuum, so no map could show you my house.

How nice to have an exclusive retreat.

Sarcasm? Well at least you’re good at it. Most of my lovers I restored, they are intact males again. However, three young men, all real lookers I’ll add, have chosen to remain nullified...

Perverts?

No. As a wizard my lovemaking transforms those I truly love. They know that I love them, and that at this point in my life, the smoothness between their legs is important to me, they know this. Out of a certain love, they give me their woundedness. I give them communion with my heart and soul, they give me the same. One day when I no longer need pretty dominance, when the homophobia that society has distilled into my soul no longer makes me desire emasculated men. I shall heal them all, and joyfully suck their lovely cocks and revel in their fucking me.

Well how do I fit in?

Ask yourself, how many men and boys have you castrated?

You did the same thing. You’re a castraitor.

True, but I always made sure that I arranged for the happiness of those I cut. Not one man or boy I cut failed to find both love and contentment. I made sure that each man and boy I cut secretly desired to lose their genitals. Each was ultimately better able to get the life they wanted because I cut them. In fact I made sure that every one I emasculated, or performed transsexual surgery on, had a brain disorder that prevented them from ever accepting their genitals as a legitimate part of their bodies. Almost all of them were better able to form and maintain loving relationships after I cut them. And all of them had far more sex than they would have otherwise had. Your organization had no such interests.

I’m no wizard. I can’t always make my needs create sweet happiness.

No excuse for setting up a corporation to promote slavery in the industrial West.

Do you have to be a wizard to enjoy your darker side?

You weren’t listening, I never really harmed anyone. It may have looked as if I did, but I made sure that I did no real harm. Like a real top, I never did anything that truly harmed. You reveled in harm. And you crossed my attention. You see I have to make sure that those whose lives I’d shaped stayed secure. You’re organization has made slavery way to appealing to America’s elites. Corruption and misery on the scale you promote threatens the moral evolution of the world.

Liberal claptrap. I’m sick of the “Politics of Envy.”

You mistake righteous anger for envy, and responsible foresight for sentimentality. But let’s start on the consequences of your actions. This man in the corner, your secretary...

He hasn’t been a man for thirty years.

“Silence.” I found I couldn’t speak or make noise. The wizard spoke to my secretary.

“Did you chose to be castrated?” The wizard asked.

“No,” the neuter looked right into the wizard’s eyes. I wondered how he could do that. “I was fascinated by nullos. I posted my castration fantasies on the net. This guy e-mailed me and told me he shared my fantasies and asked for a date. We met, he drugged me, a doctor cut me, and then they told me they’d help me find a man who wanted a “little no-toy boy” like me. It’s more complicated than that but I’ve known for years that my boss arranged my “trimming.”

“Hold there a minute please,” said the wizard. He turned to me,”What did you tell him about your preference for a eunuch? I already know you set it up to make him think he found you, I just want to know what you told your secretary about your preferences.”

I told my secretary that I needed a part time lover...

You said you needed a fuck-hole.

It was the first time he’d contradicted me to my face. “That turned you on at the time.”

I also pointed out that he’d have access to my home, and my eight children...

“There were eleven children in your home.” said the wizard.

I never counted her brats. Anyway I had to make sure my kids wouldn’t be molested.

“Most men don’t molest children,” said the wizard, “unlike you who used all three of your step-children as sex toys.”

“Tell me about your life now, please.” the wizard said to my secretary.

Its lonely and miserable. I warmed his bed for a while. Hey I enjoyed sucking him off, and he knew how to fuck me with style. It almost made up for being emasculated. But as I grew older he stopped jumping my bones and pretty much forced me off my testosterone injections and on to low levels of estrogen maintenance. My sex drive has been dead for the last eighteen years. I guess once he was done with me, he wanted me to be done with sex. I’ve tried to get reconstructive surgery, you know its been possible since 2020 for me to get my genitals reconstructed, nerve and gland regeneration is so advanced that I could have the works back good as new or better. Well, at least larger. But my “employer” has made it plain that a) I’ll never be allowed to raise the up front cash needed for an experimental operation, b) if I leave this job I’ll never work again, and c) he has friends that will cut off anything I manage to get put on. I know that all three are true. I wish I’d never met this creep.

My secretary leaned back in his chair and spoke again. “The worse thing is that I now know how much I wanted children. I see his beautiful children and the grandkids he’s getting now. I have to be in his house every day, and I see his family around him. Something I’ll never know. I wish I’d never gotten caught in this mess.”

My secretary jerked forward in his chair and looked right at me and the back to the wizard. “I’ve learned over the years that I’m bisexual. When I was young I thought sexuality was absolute, because I couldn’t fit my longings into a narrow category I foolishly dreamed of escaping my confusion by a blunt physical change. Now I’m locked away, a biochemical chastity belt injected into me and my privates long gone. I wish I could get my life back.”

Then my secretary was gone.

“You may speak.” said the wizard.

Where is it?

“It?” the wizard asked.

My secretary.

He took a right turn instead of a left while leaving the mall bookstore, Sept. 15 1999.

What?

He never met you. He ran into an ex-lover who asked him to double date two hot men with him. One of the hotties introduced him to his sister. They fell in love, found a third partner, a very nice young man who because of their love, never met your cutter. Which is why no one helped your partner in his hotel room back in 2002.

Huh? What happened?

He chocked to death on a sandwich.

It brought down your business back in the early oughts.

I looked around, we were in a worn down hotel room.

“This is my punishment . Poverty?” I looked at the wizard. He smiled a pirate’s smile.

Not all of it. I changed other things first. You never married your wife nor ever had children or step-children to abuse and rape.

What did you do?

A small thing. A cruel, vile, thing I’ve wanted to do for a while. I castrated a man who didn’t want it.

I jumped up, I should have been surprised that I could do it, I pulled down my pants. There wasn’t even a scar between my legs.

You had cancer as a teen-ager. The doctor had to remove the works from a fourteen year old boy. You’ll still remember your old life, vaguely, just enough to make you miserable. Without your neat little network, the exposure of your castration/slavery ring fell apart back in 2003. You managed to escape full prosecution for your crimes. The time you did send in prison, you remember it vividly now don’t you?

Seven years as a prison bitch flooded into my mind.

The scandal revitalized the British Anti-Slavery Society. The child slavery rings around the world were shaken to their foundations. Most third-world countries seriously enforce anti-slavery laws, even in southeast Asia and the Islamic lands. Think how many castrations male and female I’ve prevented.

“I must go now.” said the wizard. “The shadowy figure is one of my lovers waiting on my doorstep you may see him now.”

The man who came into view was a tall slim wasted broad shouldered man. He had powerful arms and legs. His hands and feet were beautifully formed. He had the face like a leading man in an elegant romantic comedy. His skin was fair and his hair was black, he had soft brown eyes. He stood nude on the doorstep and greeted his lover with friendly words spoken in a mellow base-baritone voice. All he had between his legs was some pubic hair and a scar.

The wizard, now nude, kneeled before his lover and passionately kissed the scar. He then stood and I could see his muscular body and his well endowed crotch.

“Good-bye” said the wizard.”You’ll never get your cock and balls back. You’ll never have another orgasm, and no one will ever want you for a lover.” He then vanished and all I could do was weep.