Phantom Penis, The

Rose-Petal had not known what a woman was until he was almost grown up. Like all those who lived in the great House of Eunuchs he had only seen other eunuchs and men. Like all who lived there he was named after a flower. He did not know how old he was, as they did not celebrate birthdays. He knew nothing of the outside world. He only knew that the king and his people lived in the palace half a mile away and that when they got older they would serve there as eunuchs. All around were cultivated fields and fields with livestock. Sometimes they went out and helped pick the fruit or harvest the crops but beyond the confines of these buildings and their grounds he knew nothing. School consisted of reading and writing, sums, music and some art, but no geography or knowledge of the outside world.

He was aware of the difference between men and eunuchs. He knew the men were fully equipped with what they called genitalia. Some eunuchs had no genitalia at all, some had their balls but no penis and some had penises and no balls. He always took it for granted that he, like the others, would suffer the removal of his genitalia one day. They were always told it would be a special occasion when there would be a great party and they would be the centre of attention and be important people. When he asked why castration was necessary he was told that it was so they could serve the women in the king’s Palace without being distracted by the holes in women’s bottoms. He asked that these holes were and he was told that the women had hairy holes where the men had their genitalia. If fully equipped men were employed to serve the women they would spend all their time putting their penises into these holes and get no work done. He just assumed that women were like eunuchs in appearance, but with holes. What was the fuss about?

Rose-Petal liked his penis. He hadn’t taken much notice of it for years and just used if to piss but now he found he was thinking of it quite a lot. He enjoyed playing with it and he and the other Full Sets as they were called would often tease each other and play with their penises. They slept in dormitories on roll up mattresses and often in the bathroom they would play with each other’s penises until they squirted. He liked it when his penis squirted. To get them used to the idea of castration they were taken every week to see the farm animals being castrated. To Rose-Petal it was a very normal sight. After castration the animals seemed to live normal lives, so why shouldn’t he when he became an eunuch?

Then one day the time came to be shown women for the first time. He had no idea what to expect. The ten young men in his class were taken along the road to the palace and there led to a special room where they sat in a semi circle. Their hands were strapped behind their backs.

The eunuch in charge talked for some while about how they would learn about women before their castration, so they would appreciate the frustration of their castration. Rose-Petal did not know what to make of this. Then the eunuch pulled a cord, the curtains at the back drew apart and three women walked in the centre of the room. One was black with frizzy hair, one was brown with long black hair and the other was white with long blond hair. For the first time in his life he had seen a woman. He was struck at how small they were, having thought they were the same size as men. Suddenly he smelt their beautiful perfume. He had never smelt perfume before. They were dressed in garments of the most beautiful silk with gold and silver baubles and jewels. Their beautiful faces were veiled with transparent silk and their bellies were bare. Their boleros revealed much of their breasts and their skirts were low down at the waist so the top of their bottoms could be seen. These many layers of coloured silk fascinated him. Rose-Petal had only seen plain cotton before.

The women walked around in font of the young men and flaunted their curvaceous figures. They teased them and touched their penises. They put their legs on the stone seats between the young men and drew back their long skirts revealing their smooth thighs. The blonde was wearing stockings and she adjusted them right next to their faces. Finally they bent over and revealed their wide bottoms, hitching up their skirts, so their hairy holes could be seen.

Rose-Petal suddenly realised that his penis was now so stiff that the tip was touching his belly. So were the other boy’s cocks as well. When they all realised they all giggled.

After the show they were taken back to the House of Eunuchs and the matter was not raised again. However, Rose-Petal soon found he was thinking about women all the time. When he enjoyed masturbation he thought about them, when he worked in the kitchen’s he thought about them. When he was in school doing his sums he thought about them and got his answers wrong. So did all the others too, but the teachers was aware what was happening so he was not too worried. Indeed he would have been more worried is the work did not suffer.

A few weeks later they were taken back again but first were fitted with clamps over their balls fitted with tubes over the penis so they could not become erect.

They were taken to the Harem and permitted to spend the day with the women again. While older eunuchs played music they danced and teased him. He was told to act as servant for a sensual young girl, Fatima, who took him to the room where she kept her silken garments. He was overwhelmed by the hundreds of items of silk and satin. Inside the clamp his genitalia seem on fire with frustration but he COULD NOT BECOME ERECT because of the clamp. She teased him and discussed his imminent castration telling him how fun it would be to live with the women all the time. She ran her long fingers over his skin and touched his bottom a lot. He combed her hair and helped her change clothes. He watched while she applied makeup to her face. All the time he wanted to become erect but could not.

Upon his return to the House of Eunuchs he and the others exchanged stories and each had similar tales. Rose-Petal had smuggled some frilly, perfumed panties out of Fatima’s apartment and he and the other boys were able to play with them. That night he slept with it by his face on the pillow and he smelt her exotic perfume.

So the months passed and twice a week they were taken to serve the women. This was just long enough for their tensions to build up. But the clamps were not taken off and they could not become erect or ejaculate. When they were taken off to shower they had to do it in ice cold water to cool their passion. The clamps were worn all the time day and night.

They were so frustrated that they were almost in tears until one day they were permitted to take their camps off for a shower and afterwards, instead of the clamps they were permitted to wear silver covers that were shaped like balls and penises. The penis cover was large enough for them to be fully erect inside. From then on they wore them all the time and when with the women they became erect inside the tube.

When they were with the women they were always teased and the girls joked about the covers and flaunted their bodies more and more. When in the rooms where the silken garments were kept they contrived to brush the many layered skirts against Rose-Petal’s skin and even let him play with their breasts. A regular trick was to put her fingernail into his belly button. One day Rose-Petal was even permitted to spend an half an hour kissing her in a private cushioned chamber. He even put his head between her thighs and used his tongue on her hole. The hairs tickled his face and at the time it seemed rather funny. But that night, in the House of Eunuchs, he woke up every few minutes because of the frustration. He yearned to be able to touch his penis and cum but he could not. And so the months passed. He never saw his penis again except when in the ice cold shower.

CASTRATION

Then one day it happened. For some reason he was given no breakfast and on an empty stomach was given a glass of some drink by a woman in the Harem after the usual period of flirting and teasing. Suddenly he felt faint and remembered nothing more.

He woke up felling rather groggy and still dressed in his pantaloons which as always were locked around the waist while he was in the Harem, so they could not be taken down. He was offered food and water and after a while his headache passed. He continued to serve the women all day and he thought nothing of it.

"Let us see" said one and among squeal of delight all the women who were around were brought into the hall. Rose-Petal was stood on a dais and with a hundred harem beauties watching Fatima produced a key from her cleavage and held it up.

"Lets us see what he has to offer" she said to all and with great affect she undid the lock. The pantaloons dropped to the floor to reveal the huge metal phallus in which the erect penis was covered.

"Let me present our latest eunuch" she said and every one gave a round of applause as she took it off..

Rose Petal did not understand as his erection was so strong, but when he looked down where his penis had been was now only a smooth stump covered in adhesive medical gauze with a small length of gold tube emerging. He felt it and still did not understand. Then he realised what had happened.

"Oh…Castration!" he cried and all the women laughed.

Fatima explained that he had been anaesthetised for a day during which his external penis had been removed by careful surgery. The gauze was to cover the scar until it healed and long term he would just have a little tube with a decorative bezel. The erection, they said, was a phantom. His body thought the penis was still there.

AFTER CASTRATION

For the rest of his castration day until night fall he was indeed the centre of attention. He was dressed in fine robes and a large turban. There was a great feast and all the women danced for him in turn. Girls were made to do lesbian show for him, naughty girls were brought in and he caned their bottoms, which he rather liked. Next day he was allowed to sleep in but when he awoke he was a servant again his lessons carried on, this time in the palace where he was taught to be their eunuch slave under strict discipline.

After the wound had healed he was left with a smooth scar where the penis had been with a little gold tube in the urethra to prevent it from closing, decorated with a round bezel on the outside.

As the years passed his phantom penis was always with him. He was often erect in his sensations for hours on end. When attended the women, visited their vast collections so silk and satin underwear and when they teased him, his phantom penis went stiff but he could never have sex or relive his tensions. The sight of the women in stockings was particularly stimulating to him. They loved to tease him by bending forward and lifting their satin skirts and asking him if their seams were straight. They still contrived to brush their silken garments on his skin. Sometimes he was even asked to drop his pantaloons while the girls stood round and toughed his stump. All the other dickless ones were treated the same.

Often he would stand to attention in the corner of a woman’s room while his phantom cock stood to invisible attention too. He was in agony beyond words that, surrounded by hundreds of the worlds most beautiful women in sumptuous silken garments - he was dickless. But all the while his dick felt as if it was still there.

From time to time he was the condom bearer at an orgy. Ten of the most beautiful women were to be fucked by the ten eldest princes, all of whom were accomplished studs. In the fucking hall there were ten double beds, all four poster with silken hangings, five on either side. Rose-Petal walked around with a silver tray covered with condoms and the studs took them in turn. He could see them slipping them over their huge erect cocks while the women lay in passionate expectation of what was to come. As sometimes happened some of the studs would tease him by asking him to slip the condom over their erect penises. He would grasp their firm tools by the base and slip the rubber over, from the tip, all the way down while the studs made humorous observations about his castration and the women pretended to yawn at how uninteresting he was.

When they were all supplied he returned to the corner and stood to strict attention at one side with his eyes downcast as required and listened to the sounds of passion.

The women were all moaning with pleasure all around, "Oh, oh, oh" he could hear from all the beds. The men were grunting, bed springs were squeaking and the tops of the bed posts were rocking slightly. Inside his pantaloons his phantom penis was stiff as a ramrod. He could almost feel the phantom cock touching his belly it was so stiff.

But he did not dream of fucking the women? No. he dreamed of castration. As he grew older his thoughts moved more and more to making other men eunuchs. He dreamed of these young studs each strapped into a castration guillotine. He dreamed of the pretty girls pulling the cords and bringing the blades down. He dreamt of this happening with all the harem women watching with him as Master of Ceremonies. How the studs would cry and beg for mercy!! His recent idea was that the cock falling from the first would land on a tray and the weight trigger the next guillotine and that falling cock the next and so on. He stood there with his phantom erection still aglow until he was called to go around with a silver tub to collect the used condoms. The young studs waved their penises at him and joked about their manhood’s and he politely laughed in response as he was expected to, but he had is own ideas about their cocks. If only he could hold them between his finger and thumb as the blade fell and he was left truly holding them Always he dreamed it was the women who pulled the cord or held the knife or the chopper.

What fun to see the princes put on parade the next day. They would all stand naked in line on parade while he went along and inspected the stumps.

Maybe one day…….who knows. But for now he stood to attention, pressing his thighs together to make him more excited and listened to the sounds of sexual passion all around him while his phantom penis, which he could never touch, stood to attention too. ….Oh, Castration…Oh Frustration!

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