A New World (Revised)

My name is Judd. I’m the head historian of our city, and one of the few people that is capable of writing. It’s my task to recite the past and record the present. I’m very old now, and will soon pass my duties to my replacement. I’ve spent most of my life studying ancient records and wish to, not only record what I’ve learned, but also pass on my observations and experiences.

I’ve found from my studies that the world was not always as it is now. Once there was a population of over six billion people in the world. I realize that such a figure is incomprehensible, but I’ve found incontrovertible evidence of it. People once constructed great cities, buildings many stories tall, and machines in which they rode. There is even evidence that machines flew through the air. There are tales from travelers that ruins of these great cities still exist.

Although my understanding is not complete, I’ll try to explain how we got from a world of six billion people to our present world comprised of city states, none of which has more than 50,000 people including slaves, of which I am one. Citizens outnumber slaves about four to one because of the high mortality rate among slaves. It’s not that we’re unduly mistreated or abused, in many cases we’re cherished, but I’ll explain, in its

place, the reason for our high mortality rate.

It was almost a thousand years ago that the world changed forever. The books refer to the destruction of the “Twin Towers” after which there was “The Great Terrorism War.” The empires of the world seemed, at first, to be winning this war. Some wizard, or “scientist,” thought to be employed by the terrorists, however, developed a “virus.” According to the books, this “virus” somehow combines with testosterone which is a hormone produced by the testicles in a male. This causes a reaction in the testosterone receptacles of the body which causes great swelling and destruction of those parts of the body, particularly the brain. It results in a lingering and painful death. There is little effect on a male until puberty when this hormone is produced by the testicles in great enough quantities to cause changes to the male’s body.

Women, as it turns out don’t have enough testosterone for the virus to make them ill. Women, however, are the carriers of the virus. Although it combines with female hormones, without sufficient testosterone in the body, there is no ill effect. This disease passes down from generation to generation, passed on by women.

It is unknown at this time how the “virus” was initially delivered, but it was particularly virulent and spread rapidly throughout the world. Virtually all men and boys past the age of puberty died an agonizing death. The only adult men that survived were eunuchs and men whose testicles did not produce adequate testosterone.

It devastated society. Four fifths of the population of the world died the first year, the adult men as a direct result of the disease, and the rest through famine. Production of food, except on small farm plots came to a standstill, and communication and transportation virtually ceased. The large cities became uninhabitable. All food stockpiled in them was rapidly depleted. Those, who were able, attempted to escape to the countryside, but they were met by armed resistance from those living there. They

hadn't enough food for themselves, much less for the city dwellers. By the end of the second year the only people left alive in what was once called the “United States” were those who had lived on farms and ranches far from cities. Most of these were in the more sparsely settled areas of the western “United States.” I, of course have no information on what happened to the rest of the world. As near as I can tell, our city is in what was once the state of Montana.

The trials of the survivors wasn’t over, however, for as soon as a boy reached puberty, the disease stuck, and he died an agonizing death. Some women, to prevent their son’s deaths, castrated them before they reached puberty. If they survived the castration, they never succumbed to the disease, but there was no one to propagate the human race. There was no men available to breed with the women. Probably in most places humans died out all together.

I haven’t been able to determine exactly how we discovered that women were the carriers of the disease. It could have been by the research of a woman “scientist,” or it could have been a fortuitous accident, but it was determined that, if boys were removed early enough from contact with women, they didn’t develop the disease when they reached puberty. Unfortunately, soon after breeding with a woman, the boy contracted the disease and died.

Women, of course, since all adult men had died, were “society.” For the human race to survive, they knew that they would have to take unusual steps. Many women had previously castrated their sons to prevent their deaths, so there were many eunuchs available. They built a large compound surrounded by high walls. In it they placed the eunuchs and all the boys of the community. It was the task of the eunuchs to raise the boys to puberty. The boys, from the time they entered the compound, until they reached puberty, never again saw again saw a woman. Food and supplies were delivered to an entrance by eunuchs that lived and worked outside the compound. The eunuchs working in the compound never left in order to lessen the chance of the disease from being transmitted to the boys in the compound.

Now, I’ll tell the rest of the story from my own personal experience, since I was one of the boys taken at birth to the compound.

I never knew my mother. I really didn’t know what it meant to have a mother. Eric and others were my “mothers.” They fed me as a baby, changed my diapers, and nursed me through my childhood illnesses. I never saw a woman while I was growing up. We knew they existed, and there were some crude drawings of them available, but they were mostly a mystery to all of us. We saw from the drawings that they had no penis and that their breasts were huge. Eric and the other adults had empty sacks dangling from their penises, but they did have penises.

My childhood was happy enough, although limited by my confinement to the compound. We were loved and looked after by the eunuchs. We seldom ever thought about the outside world, or about women.

Not all children were the same, however. Only the best formed and most beautiful of the boys were allowed to keep their balls. The others had their sacks emptied by the time they were four or five years old. Some of these boys spent their whole lives in the compound, and would eventually care for the young. Some of them left, to, as far as we knew, live and work on the outside, but no one that left ever came back to the compound.

Those of us that kept our balls knew that we would, one day, also leave our lifelong home, the compound, but none of us knew what that leaving would cost us.

Everyone said that I was a beautiful boy. I was both well liked and envied by the others. Those of us that had balls sometimes picked on and teased those that didn’t, but, if caught by the adult eunuchs, were punished. They undoubtedly remembered what it was like to grow up without balls so they watched out for the empty sacks. We, the ones with balls, were reason for the existence of the compound, and without us, there would be no need of the compound eunuchs, so we were generally well treated.

During warm weather, no one in the compound wore clothes. We were all boys, after all, although some of us had balls and some didn’t. As children, we wrestled and played in the nude, so as we matured, it was natural for us to touch ourselves and each other.

One day, another boy pointed at me and said, “Hey, look, Judd’s getting hair.”

It’s funny, but until then, I hadn’t really paid it that much attention, but there was hair growing on my balls and above my penis. One of the boys reached over and grabbed my penis. “Hey, I think this thing’s grown some, too,” he said.

Immediately, my cock got hard as a rock and pointed to the sky. He, his name was Kelv, started stroking my throbbing penis. In no time, great globs of jism shot forth from it. It was my first orgasm.

At first, the other boys all cheered, but then after awhile, everyone got quiet, because we all knew that it meant that I would not be at the compound much longer.

Actually, since I was barely twelve at the time, I spent another two years at the compound. I later learned that we were kept until we reached a sexual peak, which is usually about age fourteen for most boys. Those two years weren’t nearly as happy as the earlier years had been, not that we were mistreated. We were actually treated exceptionally well, we were, after all, valuable commodities. In us was the survival of the human race. It’s just that we were isolated even more. No more than four of us who had reached puberty were together. We were confined with one adult eunuch who cared for us and instructed us in sex. He couldn’t do anything with his penis. He was castrated when he was five and had almost no penis at all. It was just a shriveled little thing that hid beneath folds of skin. His sack had shrunk so much that it was difficult to tell that he’d ever had one. He let us fuck him in the ass, though, and he liked to swallow our cum. He could slide all of my cock, which had grown to 9 inches when hard, down his throat.

We played games with each other, too. Kelv was in my group. He was my favorite. Perhaps it was because he gave me my first orgasm. He and I loved to kiss, ramming our tongues down each other’s throats, then we would reverse positions, each swallowing the other’s cock. Kelv’s cock was only about six inches long so I could easily swallow it. He had trouble getting my nine inches down his throat, but I still shot my wad time and time again.

One game we all played, the five of us, including Rog, the adult eunuch, was to each lie on his side. First the boy in the back would place his cock in the boy’s ass in front of him. That boy would place his cock in the boy in front of him, that boy in another and then the last would stick his dick in Rog’s ass. I usually only got to fuck either Rog or Kelv, though. Kelv and I had played around with each other so much that his ass could easily take my nine inch cock, but the other boys always complained when I tried to stick it up theirs. Rog preferred my big cock. He always wanted me to be the one fucking him. At least it meant that I wasn’t usually the one that was on the end with no dick up his ass, because, since Rog couldn’t fuck anyone, he always had to be on one end, and the only way I could be on the other end was if Kelv was second. Maak and Rugg, the other two boys, just couldn’t take my cock up their ass. They would lick it and jerk me off, and swallow my cum, but it wasn’t as good as fucking Kelv or Rog, or having Rog swallow the whole nine inches.

We played these games for almost two years during which time I had grown. Although I was only fourteen, I was almost six feet tall. I had dark brown, almost black hair, and dark blue eyes. My shoulders were broad and my stomach flat and hard. Rog often said that it looked like I’d been chiseled out of marble.

On day another eunuch came to take me to another area. He said that I wouldn’t be coming back. I knew that it was my time to leave the compound. I was both frightened and a little excited. The hardest part was leaving Kelv. He and I both hugged to each other and cried, until the eunuch said, “Hey, Kelv will be leaving soon, too. You’ll probably see him on the outside.

This made me feel better so I said my “good-byes” to Kelv and the others. The other boys would, one day, be leaving, too. When I said “goodbye” to Rog, though, tears suddenly gushed from his eyes. There was nothing for us to say, though. He would never be leaving the compound.

I was taken to another room. I was alone except for two eunuchs which cared for my every need. They had to take care of me, because my hands were tied so that I couldn’t touch my cock. They wanted my body to store up as much semen as it would. I wasn’t allowed to touch my cock so that I couldn’t jerk off or have an orgasm.

I was kept there for several days. As used to having sex several times a day as I was, I soon became very horny. After a few days, I began to have wet dreams. When, during one night, I had two, they decided that they had kept me long enough.

The next day I was bathed in perfumed water, given a manicure. Then they pulled out all the pubic hair on my balls and around my cock. I was as smooth as I had been as a child. All the rest of the hair on my body, including my head, was then shaved. I just had a little fuzz on my upper lip, but that, too, was shaved. I was then given a drink that seemed to dull my senses somewhat. I felt that I was in a waking dream. I glanced down, though, to discover that I had great pulsing hard on. If they hadn’t had such a tight grip on my arms I would have grabbed it and jerked off right then. I’ve never been so horny in my life. I was horny anyway from all those days without sex, but they was something in the drink that magnified that feeling a hundred fold.

I was then placed in a litter chair with my hands and feet strapped to the chair and carried across the compound to a door in the compound wall. The eunuchs from the compound rang a bell at the door, set my chair down and departed. After they had crossed the yard and entered the compound, the door opened and other eunuchs came out to pick up my chair. I knew they were eunuchs, because they wore no clothes and their sacks were empty. They were different from the adult eunuchs of the compound, however. Their penises were more developed than those of the compound eunuchs, and although their sacks were empty, they hadn’t shrunk to nothing as had Rog’s. Their limbs weren’t so long as Rog’s and the other eunuchs of the compound either. They were proportioned more like me. When they spoke I was shocked to find that their voices were so low.

They took me inside through several doors that sealed tightly to a room in which there was large padded table in the middle. They took me to the table and strapped me down on my back. I was strapped so that I could raise my pelvis some, but that was about all. I look down and all I could see was cock! It might have been my imagination, but my nine inch cock seemed to have grown. Either that, or it was now so engorged with blood that it really was larger. Even the eunuchs kept commenting about the size of my cock. One of them looked like he was going to reach over and touch it, but quickly withdrew his hand. I’ve since learned that, if he had touched it and caused some of my sperm to be wasted, he would have paid with his life. They left the room.

I lay there for several minutes until the door again opened. Such a creature came through the door as I have never seen. It had to be, it was a woman! Although it was the first woman that I’d ever seen, and had no comparison other than the boys of the compound, I knew that this was a most beautiful woman. Although I was somewhat perplexed by her body, there was no penis, I was attracted never-the-less. Her face was the most beautiful creation that I’d ever seen. Up until now I had thought Kelv to be beautiful, but he paled in comparison. Normally I would have shot my wad just looking at her, but something in the drug must have prevented it.

She said nothing, but came over to the table and began running her hands over my body. She caressed my chest, pinched my nipples, rubbed my now bald head, lifted my balls. She touched me all over, everywhere, everything, except my cock, the thing I most wanted her to touch. I thought I would explode. I wanted to explode. I wanted my life, my existence, to gush out of my cock. Something in the drug was keeping that from happening.

Then she climbed up onto the table. She straddled me, her wet dripping orifice hovering over my throbbing penis. I arched my back thrusting my penis up toward it. My cock, itself, seemed to grow, stretch toward it. She held it just out of my reach. Nothing was more important than getting inside her. I would have given my existence, my life, anything, to stick my cock inside her pussy!

Suddenly she lowered her wet pussy down over my throbbing cock. I almost passed out from the pleasure of the sensation. She wiggled her hips a little, and then, with a moan engulfed the whole of my cock. She thrust a couple of times and then I exploded. I thought that the orgasm would never end. I felt that every cell of my body was having it’s own orgasm. My scalp, my eyelids, my toes were having an orgasm. Cum gushed from my penis. It ran down the shaft and pooled on my belly. My orgasm didn’t stop her, though. She kept thrusting and my cock remained hard. Suddenly I came again, this time, so did she. First she almost went rigid, then she shuddered, a shudder that started in her snatch and spread throughout her body. A low moan came from her throat. I came again, and again.

She fell forward over my chest, her hair in my face, her hot breath on my cheek. She lay there, her breast on my chest, her chest heaving as she sucked in air. As she did I could feel her pussy contract around my penis. She wasn’t thrusting, but I could feel the muscles tighten around the shaft of my cock. I came again. She felt me cum and began thrusting. This time her mouth found mine, her tongue thrust inside my mouth as she rode my cock. I thrust my pelvis up as far as the restraints would allow. I wanted to thrust my whole body inside that cunt, ram my whole existence up it.

I don’t know how many orgasms I had that night. I’d had as many as ten in one day before with Kelv and the other boys, but I must have far surpassed that. I felt as if my entire essence had surged out my cock. I was so exhausted I could barely move or raise my head. I felt her disengage her pussy from my still hard cock. I didn’t want her to go, but, I hadn’t the energy to even speak. She slid down the table toward my feet. Then she got a sponge soaked in warm water and started washing off my cock and balls. It felt so good that I felt myself coming close to another orgasm, then she did something unexpected. She placed her mouth around the head of my cock. It was all I could take. Again cum shot forth from my cock. This time into the mouth of the Queen. As I was still coming I felt her withdraw her head and grasp my balls. The sensation intensified my orgasm. I thought that it would never stop. Then there was a sharp pain as she slit open my sack. My balls slipped out. She grasped them, one at a time, stretched the cords and snipped them off. Cum was still gushing from my cock as my last ball fell to the table. She picked them up and spoke for the first time. “I think I’ll keep these as a souvenir. If you live, you’ll come serve me.”

I lived, of course, or I wouldn’t be writing down this story. Normally when one of us is brought from the compound, we are fucked by many different women in order to spread around our seed. I had only one woman, while I had balls, but I had the Queen. She was worth a hundred of the rest. Of course the balls are cut off, otherwise we would die from the disease after being with a woman. As it was I became ill before the testosterone was sufficiently flushed from my body. Many males die either from the disease or from the castration. I suppose that fewer would die if a medic or doctor performed the castration, but it’s become ingrained in the culture that the balls must be cut off by the last woman to fuck the boy, because that’s what we all were, boys, rarely over age 15.

I served the Queen, in more ways than one. Although I no longer had balls, my dick still got hard, not as hard as on that night, and cum no longer gushed from it, mostly now a clear fluid. It was still enjoyable, but nothing before, or since has ever compared to that night I lost my balls.

She had twins by me, a boy and a girl. The boy went to the compound. I still look at faces of other eunuchs looking for a resemblance to either me or his mother, but I’ve never found one that I was certain was he. He might have died either from the disease or from the castration, or he may have had some defect that resulted in his being castrated at a young age and he may still be in the compound. I still look, though.

The girl is the present Queen. Her mother died almost ten years ago. She doesn’t know I’m her father, though. Fathers are never acknowledged.

I served the Queen for several years, but eventually she found another beautiful boy that pleased her. My dick had shrunk some and it took more for it to get hard, and maybe I no longer had the enthusiasm that I once had. She treated me fairly though. I was given my post as historian and have always been treated with respect, even though I am a eunuch, and a slave.