Slave of the State

For 15 years Erik has been the chief gelder for the Greek Empire.

Caught, aged 15, on a Viking raid in what is now the Ukraine. Erik had been sold as a slave to an indulgent but imprudent master who in order to repay his massive debts was forced to sell his country estate and slaves to the state soon after Erik had attained the age of 18.

Now a slave of the Greek state Erik was put under the tutelage of the master cutter of Byzantium. Now at six foot tall Erik stood almost a head taller than any Greek male. After several years after rigorous physical training imposed by the master cutter (and nourished by a steady supply of human sweetbreads by his middle twenties Erik had grown into a physically imposing figure due to his stature and a terrifying one due to his position as assistant gelder.

Erik was also a fascinating figure to the Greeks. Whereas the master cutter, George (a native of the warm southern Mediterranean) showed his obvious enjoyment in severing the balls from the slaves and criminals who passed through his hands Erik showed no emotion. The only outward sign that Erik felt anything was the hardening of his long thick phallus as he tied the men up to be deballed. As mere assistant gelder Erik was permitted only to wear a leather strap which divided his balls from his body and which wrapped around his dick to encourage it’s tumescence during the ritual of cutting.

Then there came a time when George was finding it too difficult to control the victims as he wielded the knife due to his advancing age. At almost 50 George was considered ancient by the standards of the day. George like Erik was a just a slave and though he had given his best to the state that owned him there was no prospect of retirement before him. The garrison commander who oversaw the gelding decide to pit the master and his assistant against each other – to see if Erik was ready to take over.

The contest was neither fair nor lengthy. Erik with his long reach, youthful speed and muscular strength overpowered George in less than ten minutes. It had been decreed that this would be not a fight to the death but till one gelder lost his balls. Armed only with a sword Erik had to hack at the hairy balls of his old tutor. The shock proved too great for George who quickly expired. Expecting to be given the leather tunic of the master gelder Erik must have been surprised (though he did not betray this) when the commander ordered instead that Erik be given a pair of boots and harness to add to the cock and ball stretchers.

One privilege of the master cutter was afforded to Erik however. He was allowed to take his pick from the state brothel once a week. This was the only time he was allowed to remove the strap from his loins – though as his couplings with the various women who worked in the brothel was constantly viewed by the curious Greek soldiers who guarded the establishment who were forever fascinated by his massive cock and balls especially when he was erect there was no privacy for this most public of public servants.

Though little experienced in cutting himself Erik found it easy to geld his victims and had no need of an assistant to help him. The combination of the men and boys fear of what was to happen plus the intimidating sight of Erik towering above them was enough. The fear caused their ball sacks to shrink while the vision of Erik’s huge phallus and massive balls stretched four inches away from his body almost made the mostly Greek males to realise that they would never be man enough compared to this godly Norseman. In most cases then the job of holding the balls securely enough to slice through them and to release the precious orbs was made easier as the skin tightened around the doomed testicles.

The first pair that Erik unmanned on his own was a noble father and son who had rebelled against the emperor and now having lost was not quite resigned to their fate. The father was more stoic almost thrusting his balls forward for Erik to severe. The mass of hair round the balls mirroring the rug of fur on the father’s still defined chest made it easy for Erik to grab hold of but difficult for his small knife to slice through. It was the 16-year-old son who groaned as the father lost one then two items that made him a man. Erik tossed the man’s balls into a golden bowl as the man himself passed out.

The son’s cock and balls were less easy to get hold of, as they were practically smooth and coated in semen. Erik knew that the boy had used his equipment for the last time just before the gelding. He also smelt spunk on his breathe and was shocked to realise that he had also helped his father out only moments before. He turned the boy around to check if his hole was also wet from some incestuous coupling but even before he saw for himself that it was not he lost interest. His taste was for women though the sight of men losing their nuts was certainly a powerful aphrodisiac for him. Having positioned the boy so that his back was to Erik (he thought the boy would struggle less and make the task easier if he couldn’t see) he reached down through his legs and quickly cut out one then the second ball. The boy collapsed forward to the soft ground and the second pair of nuts was added to that of the father. Erik surveyed his handiwork for a few minutes causing his prick to leak cum copiously. He scooped two of the balls into his mouth and carried the rest off to the state brothel to feed to his favourite whore.