(A castle in a tiny principality in the medieval Balkans, Christmas Day, about 570 years ago)

The middle-aged Count glanced again at the naked and rightly terrified gagged orphan boy, strapped helplessly face-up and spreadeagled on the very old but sturdy dungeon table, and once more regretted what was about to happen in the dark dank bowels of his castle. However, the ruler of the minuscule state truly believed that he had no option if he was to consider the greater good. His subjects would surely benefit by the propagation of his family line, as, if there was no legitimate heir, the alternative would certainly be dynastic squabbling after his death, inevitably involving some of the large, powerful and bellicose countries bordering his tiny realm. The undoubted result would be much death and destruction within his beloved miniature homeland.

The welfare of a parent-less young peasant simply did not compare to such matters of state, even if the beautiful blonde and blue-eyed boy had recently been delivered to the supposed safety of the Count’s service because of his sad new orphan status. The 14 year-old anyway could serve his master satisfactorily as a page without possessing a certain appendage and would at least still be alive whilst his new master’s wife was apparently doomed.

The Count therefore gave permission for his servant, who normally doubled as both gaoler and torturer of dissident subjects, to proceed by nodding his head positively before leaving the scene, as he had no wish to watch the imminent distressing spectacle. The ruler of the minuscule principality decided instead to go hunting in the dense forests surrounding his hilltop castle, which dominated the single town of his tiny state. Such a pastime would help him forget what was being perpetrated in his dungeon on the beautiful 14 year-old boy.

After the Count had departed, the gaoler first checked that his cauterising iron was red-hot. The implement had earlier been thrust into the lit and glowing brazier coals of what was normally the castle torture chamber, which was a facility fully equipped with a comprehensive array of relevant contemporary devices used to inflict extreme excruciation. Satisfied that the tool was indeed of the correct temperature for immediate use, the man, as usual in such circumstances attired only in a leather apron, as other clothing might be soiled by the various bodily excretions that tended to be expelled from his victims, approached the petrified nude boy.

The required knife was already waiting for the gaoler, alongside a small pottery dish between the splayed lithe legs of the imminent young victim of the blade. However, the man did not immediately pick up the tool but instead grabbed hold of the naked boy’s slender flaccid uncircumcised cock, which, in line with the rest of the 14 year-old’s completely hairless masculine genitalia, was in nice proportion to the rest of the child’s gorgeous form.

"I suppose that you enjoy the occasional masturbation," the gaoler then commented to the boy, guessing that the 14 year-old’s pubescent status encouraged such secret pleasurable pastimes. However, the man’s remark was only rhetorical, given that the child, who did not know what was planned for him but could guess from his sinister surroundings that his immediate future would not be pleasant, could not respond because he was gagged.

"I’ll therefore allow you one last orgasm," the gaoler considerately continued, whilst he began carefully to masturbate the boy. Despite the 14 year-old’s shame and horror at his circumstances, and bewilderment as to what the word ‘last’ entailed, his young slender cock immediately reacted to the man’s gentle rubbing by becoming hard.

"That’s a good boy," the gaoler commented, as he felt and saw the 14 year-old’s erection develop. The man then, with continued kind consideration, deliberately slowed his manual attentions to the child’s cock, as he wanted the imminent victim of the waiting knife to enjoy the most prolonged and lovely orgasm of his young life before such pleasures were sadly forever denied him.

Despite the positive reaction of the boy’s cock to the man’s fingers, the 14 year-old was initially as appalled about the gaoler’s latest actions as he had been earlier when delivered to the torture chamber, full of wicked devices such as racks, and forcibly stripped and strapped to the table. However, the current occasion was not the only time that his unruly penis had become hard whilst positioned on the wooden surface, which was covered with both ancient and modern bloodstains.

The boy’s cock had earlier become embarrassingly erect when the gaoler had washed and then intimately inspected the 14 year-old’s genitalia. However, the penis had subsequently thankfully returned to less shameful flaccidity when the man had subsequently gone to confer with the Count out of earshot of the child, who therefore remained puzzled about his current unhappy situation.

The boy could not believe that he was about to be tortured, as neither he nor his late parents had ever done or even said anything to offend the Count. They had instead admired him as a decent ruler of their diminutive homeland, although they were sad and worried that he and his wife remained childless after many years of marriage. The lack of a legitimate heir to succeed to the throne of the principality boded ill for the future of their tiny state.

The boy’s thoughts had, however, now drifted away from his concerns about his circumstances to the immensely pleasurable feelings that had begun to permeate his beautiful young form, as the gaoler’s rubbing of the 14 year-old cock proceeded remorselessly. The imminence of the child’s orgasm was then exemplified by the rising, despite the firm constraints of his tight bondage, of the smooth immaculate curves of his pert bottom from the table.

The gaoler instantly recognised the signs of imminent final penial ecstasy, and not just from the rise upward towards him of the delectable middle of the boy’s bound slim body. The slender cock being gently manipulated by the man’s fingers was engorged and throbbing, as well as oozing plentiful precum. The sensuous blue eyes on the owner’s resplendent and now apparently happy face had also closed in a revealing manner, whilst bliss replaced fear as the 14 year-old’s principal emotion. A few beads of feverish passionate sweat had additionally appeared in a telltale way on the enraptured child’s brow.

"There’s a good boy," the gaoler then repeated when he finally brought the 14 year-old to ecstatic and productive climax, of an intensity never previously encountered or sadly ever again experienced. The cockhead, of the imminent young victim of the knife waiting between his forcibly splayed lithe legs, then erupted like a fountain, whilst his gorgeous body visibly shivered within the constraints of his bondage and his lovely head shook vigorously from side to side. Several tall and plentiful gushes of creamy white ejaculate spurted into the air before falling back onto the smooth genitalia, stomach, chest and face of the juvenile producer, as well as the manly hand still rubbing the child’s erection.

The gaoler continued to rub the boy’s penis so that the 14 year-old could gain maximum pleasure from his last penial orgasm, only finally stopping when no more semen was oozing out of the sperm-covered cockhead and the shaft began to soften. The man’s recognition that the ecstatic event was over was then confirmed by the opening of the child’s blue eyes, which now displayed acute abashment and the return of fear rather than sexual bliss.

The gaoler then smiled at the 14 year-old, whilst cleaning the child’s genitalia of extraneous sperm, and commented "I hope that you so enjoyed your orgasm, boy, that it’ll long remain in your memory as a reminder of enjoyable times." The man, completing his cleansing of the young sated sexual organs and picking up the waiting knife, earlier sanitised in the flames of the nearby brazier, then added ominously "Because it’ll sadly be the last time you experience such a pleasure!"

The gaoler, rapidly in the boy’s mind now transforming into his other role of torturer, subsequently again grabbed the 14 year-old’s softened cock. The man this time pulled and stretched the copious foreskin present into the air with one set of fingers, whilst the other, holding the menacing knife, presented the extremely sharp blade to the base of the vertically extended flaccid penis.

The boy’s beautiful head then once more shook from side to side. However, the movement this time was not a consequence of unparalleled ecstasy but, with the 14 year-old being unable to beg verbally because of his effective gag, was instead a gesture indicative of desperate entreaty, as the child had finally realised what was about to be perpetrated on him.

Like the Count, the gaoler regretted what he was about to do to such a beautiful innocent boy. However, the man, like his master, appreciated that the deed should be for the greater good and so was fully prepared to obey the latest princely orders.

With careful proficiency, the gaoler therefore began to saw through the base of the boy’s cock with his knife. As the adult perpetrator of the penectomy did so, he was amazed to notice the 14 year-old’s penial shaft suddenly and quickly re-hardening and beginning to spurt more copious ejaculate, although this time the child victim was surely experiencing simultaneous excruciation rather than ecstasy.

As the gaoler later looked at the severed young cock, resting in his palm, he noticed that the head was still excreting extraneous cum. However, the man had little time to contemplate the wonders of nature if he did not want to lose the agonised and appalled boy. He therefore lay the penis in the waiting bowl, located between the 14 year-old’s splayed legs, and went to fetch the red-hot cauterising iron so that the child’s loss of blood could be halted and his appalling genital wound could begin the healing process.

Amidst the smell of burnt flesh, the gaoler subsequently covered the bowl, which was now located between the splayed legs of a boy with no penis but also no loss of blood, with a lid. The cock-less 14 year-old was not a witness to this action, as he had thankfully fainted when the red-hot cauterising iron had been applied to his seriously damaged genitalia.

The gaoler subsequently took the bowl and penial contents into the dense forest surrounding the tiny principality’s only castle and town.

(A small isolated peasant hut, deep in the forests of a tiny principality in the medieval Balkans, a few hours later)

After the gaoler had hurriedly departed, very happy to have just concluded his distasteful mission and to be leaving the frightening ancient hag in her awful and sinister abode, the ugly filthy old woman lifted the lid off the bowl delivered by the man. "Excellent," she then muttered to herself on observing the young cock resting in the dish, which was still miraculously oozing some semen, "just as I requested, the fresh penis of a beautiful pubescent boy, severed on Christmas Day, a time symbolic of holy birth!"

The smiling old hag subsequently picked up the severed young cock by the cum-covered head and dangled the penis in front of her happy eyes. "Ideal!" she then remarked before placing the member into the liquid that was filling a small pottery jar already present, in anticipation of the recent delivery, on a nearby rickety table. The furniture of her dark, dishevelled, dirty and unpleasantly odorous tiny home was even older and more decrepit than herself.

The liquid within the jar then began to foam, as a chemical reaction began in response to the arrival of the boy’s cock. Given the youthful size of the penis, the old hag estimated that an hour would pass before the whole of the severed young member dissolved completely in the special mix of mistletoe juice and rare wine, flavoured with tiny but very important amounts of other magical ingredients.

The jar would subsequently be enclosed with a stopper and the fresh solution of dissolved boy’s cock would be allowed to mature until Easter Day, a time symbolic of holy rebirth. The liquid was then scheduled for consumption by the person who had commissioned its creation.

(A castle in a tiny principality in the medieval Balkans, the following Easter Day, 3 months later)

The middle-aged Count removed the stopper from the small jar and examined the contents inside with both his eyes and nose. The dark liquid within had a reassuring medicinal smell. However, the ruler of the tiny state remained sceptical about the solution’s potency, despite having caused a boy to lose his cock in order to aid the preparation of the supposed magical elixir.

"Are you sure this will work, witch?" the Count therefore asked of his secret night guest, namely the old hag. "Yes, Lord," the woman answered, "as long as you both drink the elixir and impregnate your wife today. I promise that, as a result, in nine months’ time on a day symbolic of holy birth, your spouse will then produce a healthy baby son, although, as I’ve mentioned previously, she’ll sadly also die in delivery. Her death will be, alongside a boy’s severed cock and my fee, the price for creating your heir!"

In this latter statement, the old hag was actually not telling the whole truth. Despite receiving a bag of gold for her witchcraft, she sought additional furtive payment for her dark magical expertise because the acquisition of the cock of a boy of a particular type, severed at a special time and necessary for her purpose, might not again occur. By virtue of the nature of her elixir, she planned to receive her extra reward by bringing into life a companion spirit.

Meanwhile, given the full price the Count was prepared to pay, he had naturally not told his younger and still attractive wife about his plans to produce a son and heir. As he finally summoned enough courage to drink the elixir, which he found not too distasteful, and then proceeded to his spouse’s bedroom, he also proposed to continue keeping her ignorant about his actions.

After all, the Count’s deeds were for the greater good.

(A castle in a tiny principality in the Medieval Balkans, the following Christmas Day, 9 months later)

The new-born healthy baby boy was being christened in the castle chapel within hours of his arrival in this world, with his proud father and a certain beautiful but cock-less and extremely sexually frustrated young page watching. However, the child’s mother could not be present, as she had died giving birth.

"I christen this boy with the name of Vlad," the Bishop announced, as he poured holy water on the forehead of the future Prince of Darkness, Count Dracula.

THE END

of

‘MISTLETOE & WINE’

by Pueros