Tales of Pulkritude-Judd's Son

I was always different from the other boys. They had little balls hanging in a sack below their cocks. I had none. The skin below mine was as smooth as that of any of the eunuchs that took care of us. The other boys thought that the eunuchs must have been born as I was, without balls. For years, I thought that myself.

They named me Judd. I had always been treated better than the others by all the eunuchs, but, one, Eric, was special. I loved Eric. I often wondered if he was my father-mother, but he told me that he had known my father. He said that I looked like him, but was even more beautiful. He said that Gaia was my mother.

We were told that Gaia was our mother. They often told the other boys that they would, when older, leave to breed with Gaia to produce more boys. They never said it to me. When I asked an older boy why they never told me I would breed with Gaia, he said, “You need balls to breed, dummy.”

Boys were always coming and going in our dormitory. Babies were brought in, older boys would leave. Some boys left when they were ten, others after their bodies began to change, after they had their first ejaculation. I remember the first time that I saw a boy cum. Another boy had hold of his cock, pumping it. Suddenly this white stuff started pumping from it, shooting out over his stomach. He kept moaning as the cum was pumping from his cock. He left soon after. We were told he was taken to the dormitory for pubescent boys.

I kept trying, although I was really young, to make the white stuff come out of mine, but, although my cock would get hard, nothing would happen. I didn’t think too much of it-the other boys my age couldn’t make it happen either.

Even without balls, I was the most popular kid among those my age. They all thought that I was beautiful. My cock was larger than any, bigger than any, but those boys who went to the other dormitory. It would always get hard when we played our sexual games. I wasn’t any different from the other boys.

When I was ten, they took me to a different dorm. None of the boys there had balls! They weren’t like me, though. I knew most of them. They used to be in my other dormitory. They had balls then! They told me how they had been taken to a room, held down, first had their scrotums cut off, then their balls. Most of them seemed to have lost more than their balls. Few of them were any longer interested in playing at sex.

I never had any balls. I didn’t feel that I had lost anything. How could you lose something you never had? I still wanted to play at sex. Sex play wasn’t encouraged in this dormitory as it had been in the other. In the other dormitory we played all the time, at games, at sex. Here we were assigned to different shops to learn a trade or job. I was assigned to the furniture shop.

There was a eunuch-we were all eunuchs-working there, but this one had no penis. He had a red blotch on one cheek. He never looked up, never talked to anyone, just worked, keeping always to himself.

One day I had to get a tool from near were he was looking. He looked up, saw me. A look of wonder came over his face. He said, “Judd!”

I answered, “Yeah...” wondering how he knew my name.

He stared at me...then said, “No...you can’t be Judd.”

I answered, “My name is Judd.”

“You must be his son. You look just like him, maybe even more beautiful.” He looked down at my crotch. “But, why are you here? You’re a beautiful boy. Why did they take your balls?”

“They didn’t take them. I never had any.”

Then I said that I’d been told by Eric that my father’s name was also Judd, that Eric had named me after him.

He said, “I knew your father.”

Tears came to his eyes. In a voice, scarcely more than a whisper, he said, “I loved him.”

He turned away, went back to his work, never spoke to me again.

I didn’t stay in the furniture shop for long. They kept moving me around, introducing me to many different parts of the compound. They were grooming me for something.

When I was fifteen, I went to work in the pubescent boys dormitory. I recognized several of the boys. I knew them from the time I had been in the pre-pubescent dorm, the one where the boys still had balls, before they moved me.

I would sometimes join some of them in games, even games of sex. My cock would get hard, and it wasn’t that much smaller than some of the boys-hard it was about 4 inches. I used to have a bigger cock than any of them. I often wondered how big mine would have been, if I had balls.

There were other differences: They had hair growing on their balls, above their cock, under their arms. I was still as smooth as I had always been. The biggest difference-they could cum. I could get hard, I would have a climax of sorts, but that lovely white cum never shot from my cock. Another difference-when they turned fourteen, they left to mate with Gaia. I stayed.

Increasingly, I was given more responsibility. Today I guess I’m in charge of the compound. I say “I guess” because, although I administer it, I can’t really change any thing. We still castrate boys that aren’t acceptable to Gaia at age 10. Boys leave to mate with Gaia at age 14. I just see to their care while they’re here.