Chapter 2:

When Emrys had come back to his rooms after leaving Megan, he had thought he'd never want to fuck again, so many times had he fucked her, but as he lay in bed waiting for sleep, thinking about her, his cock became hard.  He knew he'd have to come -- at least once more -- before he could go to sleep.  He called to his servant, telling him to go for Glendower, his favorite jilly boy, a cut boy of eleven.

Glendower, beautiful, with black hair and blue eyes, was the son of Kendall, a handsome stud, and Aranrhod, a beautiful slave girl, thirteen at the time she'd had him.  Kendall's get were always fair, but this boy was more than fair.  Emrys had seen him and wanted him.  Even at eleven, the boy had his man hair and a cock as large as Emrys's. 

Emrys took him the first time while he still had a cock.  The boy pulled on his cock while Emrys fucked him, shooting his spunk the same time Emrys shot his.  That was his next to last time, though.  Emrys cut him the next day.  "No," the boy pleaded.  "Please don't cut me."

Emrys hadn't told the boy he was to be cut, but he had guessed.

"You'll make a better jilly boy when cut," Emerys said, "and it won't hurt long.  I've called for the healer.  She'll heal you right after you're cut -- and with a sharp knife, not with a heated one.  It won't hurt nearly so much."

"But I thought I was to become a stud, like my father," said the boy.

So that's why he hadn't been cut, thought Emrys.  He would make a good stud, but his father had years left in him, so they really didn't need him in that capacity.  Besides, he would make an even better jilly boy.  Better to have him cut than have him ruined by puberty.

"Do you have any get?" asked Emrys. 

"None yet," said the boy, "but one girl carries my child." 

Glendower perked up some, thinking that the prince might have decided to spare him, but those hopes were dashed when the prince said, "Well, then.  You're luckier than most.  You will father one child.  Most boys are cut before they even have their man hair.

"No, please," said Glendower, trying to pull away -- but Emrys had a tight grip on him.  By this time, the boy was crying.

"I'll cut you myself," said Emrys.  "It'll be over before you know it, then the healer will heal you right away.  You'll scarcely remember the pain."  By that time they were in the courtyard.  Emerys handed the boy over to the attendants, awaiting him.  They lay Glendower on his back on the bench, holding his arms and legs.  His crotch stuck up, displaying his cock and balls.

Glendower lay on the same bench he'd seen his crib mates cut the year before.  He remembered how they had screamed when their cocks and balls had been cut off with a hot knife.  They had been without their man hair, though, so their cocks and balls had been small.  He had a cock like his father, seven inches long when hard.  His balls, too, were large -- bigger than the prince's.

When the healer arrived, Emrys said, "I'm going to cut him myself, with a sharp knife, not a heated one, so you'll have to stop the bleeding, then heal him."

"That's more difficult," Trista said, "but I can do it.  Have you cut a boy before?"

"No," said Emrys, "but I've watched it done many times."

Trista walked to the boy.  His cock was hard.  That often happened to boys about to be cut.  Despite their fear, the prospect of being cut aroused some of them.  "You'll need to relieve him first," she said.  "He'll bleed too much if you cut off his cock while it's hard.  Shall I have one of the servants do it?"

"No," said Emrys, "if I'm to cut him, I'll give him one last time." 

He wrapped his hand around the boy's hard cock, one almost seven inches long, and began pumping it.  The boy grunted when he came, shooting his spunk high onto his chest, then began crying.  He knew it would be his last time. 

Emrys noticed the abundance of his seed.  Yes, he would have made a good stud -- but he'll make an even better jilly boy. 

Emrys gathered the boy's cock and balls in one hand, scarcely able to hold them.  Placing the knife at the base of the top of Glendower's cock, he sliced downward, pulling on the boy's cock and balls as he did.  They came loose in his hand, cock, balls, and ball sack.  Blood spurted from Glendower's groin.  He screamed -- long and hard, he screamed.

Trista healed him right away.  Within moments, the bleeding stopped and the wound began to close; the pain eased.  "See," said Emrys.  "That wasn't so bad -- was it.?"

Wasn't so bad?  You cut off my cock and balls, and you tell me it wasn't so bad?  You neuter me and you say it wasn't so bad?  Glendower rubbed his hand over his bare crotch.  It had hurt.  For a moment, it had been the worst pain he'd ever felt, but now gone, the pain was no more than a fading memory -- but he had no cock or balls. 

Didn't the prince know he had been promised that he'd keep his cock and balls?  Promised or not, they were gone.  He had been neutered like the rest of his crib mates, the last of them to lose his cock and balls.

Emrys rubbed his hand over Glendower's crotch.  "A good job, if I say so myself," he said.  "You won't have much of a scar. 

He took Glendower to his room, laying him on his bed.  The prince undressed.  He was hard.  "Yes," he said, licking his lips, "much better.  I like you much better without your cock."  He rubbed his hand over Glendower's crotch once more, feeling how smooth it was under his man hair, then climbed on top of him.  "Raise your legs," he said.

Raising his legs, Glendower felt the prince's cock slide into his ass.  It felt good.  He was surprised that it did after having just been cut, but the healer had worked magic on him.  He was already healed, his scar still pink, but fading rapidly.   

He felt pressure build up as the prince banged his hole with his cock.  When the prince came, he did, too, squirting his spunk out his new pee hole.  When he'd had a cock, it had squirted far up onto his chest.  Now, it squirted downward onto the prince.

He had come that first week, when the prince had fucked him.  He had been aroused by the sight of the prince's hard cock -- but he was no longer.  Neither did he come.  At the most, he felt satisfaction at giving the prince pleasure -- at knowing he was the prince's favorite jilly boy. 

Maybe, he even loved the prince.  But couldn't the prince have fucked him without taking his balls?  He had difficulty forgiving him for that.  Why did the nobles insist on neutering their slaves?

Glendower had liked fucking.  He had done it whenever he could, fucking slave girls and his already cut crib mates -- but he would never be able to fuck again.

* * *

That night, the prince fucked him once, then rolled over, falling asleep.  Usually he fucked him more, three or four times at least.  He must have fucked someone else today, Glendower thought.  He was jealous, wondering who it had been.  The prince belonged to him.  He had given him his cock and balls, hadn't he?  Shouldn't that mean something?

* * *

When Emrys awoke the next morning, Glendower was spooned next to him, his bare crotch next to his buttocks.  If the boy had had a cock, it would have been poking at Emrys's hole, but of course, he hadn't one.  Emrys could feel Glendower's breath on his back.  Turning over, Emrys looked at him.  He was beautiful, almost as beautiful as Megan. 

If he hadn't been a slave, Emrys might have loved him, but he was a slave, and slaves weren't really people, were they?  If he loved him, it was the love of a master for his pet.  Only nobles, the children of the God, had souls.  That's what Emrys had been taught.  Only nobles looked on the face of the God after death.  For all others, commoner and slave, death ended their existence.

The nobles of Gwynedd were directly descended from the God, with the king and those of royal blood, most closely related to the God.  Ruling by devine right, Emrys's father, King Gwaid,  was protected by the God, and Emrys, the crown prince, was, too.  Neither could be killed as long as the God watched over them.

Even after all the fucking Emrys had done the day before, he'd awakened hard.  He shook Glendower's shoulder, waking him, then rolled him over on his back, climbing on top of him. His hard cock poked at the boy's hole, then slid into it.  Holding himself up on his hands, Emrys looked down at the boy.  Glendower lay back, his eyes open, looking up at the prince, his legs raised.

Emrys pounded his hole until he came, then rolled off  of him.  Just awakened, Glendower's breath had had smelled stale, so Emrys hadn't kissed him.  That morning, Glendower was just a hole for him to use.  "You may leave," he said, when he was finished.

* * *

Glendower walked from the room, naked as he always was in warm weather, the prince's spunk leaking from his ass for all to see.  That from the previous night had dried on his legs.  Anyone seeing him, would know he'd just been fucked, but at least, he was only fucked by the prince.  He belonged to the prince.  He was his jilly boy.