My name is Samuel Xenile, first son of Marcus Xenile: Head Merchant of the Trading Caste. In Iza, the kingdom in which my family resides, it is tradition for the first sons of the Caste Leaders to offer a gift to the royals that preside over us. As it was, my gift was to be offered to the youngest son of King Frasca upon the child’s sixteenth year of living. The other sons of the Caste Leaders would offer their gifts to different spawns of Frasca upon different years. The gifts were the same, however. Each Caste Leader’s son would offer that which was most important to him to prove the Caste’s loyalty to the crown: his manhood. The law stated that each child of the King would be rewarded with such a gift each time a change occurred in the Caste Leadership.

I was informed of my sacrifice when during my fourteenth year. My father slowly admitted that I would make this sacrifice only a few years after learning what my manhood was for. As it was then, Prince Kade, the boy that I would give my very essence to, was eleven years old. I had been masturbating in secret for two or so years and thought that I would have an entire lifetime to play with the friend between my thighs. My father revealed the dirty secret. I was shocked and afraid – worried of the years to come and what it would mean. My father assured me that it was nothing to worry about. It would be painless and I would learn in time that it was a necessary tradition.

In the same night, Father told me about sex and the reason that the Creator gave me my manhood. He told me that it was used to father children and bring me sexual joy. He assured me that I could use it as much as I wished during the five years I had with it still attached to me. I took his words to heart and from then on, I took many sexual partners – as was normal in Iza. It was uncommon for a boy to be monogamous in his relationships. When I was eighteen, I learned that one of the women I bedded was with child. In Iza, this woman would raise the child until its tenth year, then custody would be transferred to the father. From there, the father has the option to marry the child’s mother or continue life without a partner.

When I learned this news, I was ecstatic. In my twenty-eighth year I would have a family and my future was secured. In the four years I had been experimenting sexually, I had come to accept the fact that my manhood was not my property, but the property of Prince Kade – the adolescent boy I had not met, yet still held my very existence as a man in the palm of his hand.

In my nineteenth year, I constantly masturbated. I roamed the streets of Iza completely nude, allowing the beautiful men and women to see my manhood and ask me for it. This was a common practice; in fact, several people in Iza did not wear clothing in times of mating desire. Many proposals of sex were given to me. My position in the political system – the son of a Caste Leader – made me a “hot commodity” and the fact that I was a strong, well-hung, good-looking boy helped lure the eyes of many people. In my final year of masculinity, I must have bedded more than two-hundred partners.

I can remember one day in the warmer time of the year, I set out from Father’s palace nude and a beautiful woman caught me by the wrist as I passed the Slave Markets. She whispered sensually in my ear, telling me that she knew who I was and wanted me with a lustful desire. My manhood seemed to grow instantly to its full size in front of her. She was amazed by its length and took it in her hand. This caused many passersby to stare, but I cared not. She then told me that she enjoyed nothing more than a young stud proving himself worthy of mating with her. She assured me that if I wished to bed her, I must first bed many others and prove myself open-minded in bed. I agreed to her terms and was taken to one of the pleasure towers. She led me to a room that housed more than ten people – three women and fourteen men. The room was crowded and they circled around me as vultures circle a doomed wanderer and commented on my body and penis. The original woman told me that I must lie with four of the people in the room if I wished to bed her. I chose the three women and one of the better-looking men. The women took turns licking and suckling at my manhood, bringing forth my seed time and time again while the man had his was with my backside, spilling his own seed deep within me. The woman was impressed and I spent the night in ecstasy, filling her with my essence.

No more than three weeks later, my father entered my quarters in his palace and informed me that Prince Kade had aged to his sixteenth year. Fear enclosed around my heart and my manhood seemed to shrink to half of its normal size, scared to be separated from its long-time owner. My father assured that there was no point in fighting – no reason, as I was offering my gift whether I wished it or not. I was dressed in my best clothes – white robes adorned with golden trim and heavy chains of shimmering gold and gems around my wrists and neck. Two large, royal guards escorted me to the Royal Palace – a magnificent and grandiose building surrounded by hulking men in thick metal armor. It sat at the head of Iza, atop the tallest hill, and took several hours to reach.

When we finally entered through the front doors of the palace, made of polished and gilded oak, a rotund man in expensive purple robes greeted me with a warm embrace. I bowed and kissed the floor in front of King Frasca and thanked him for his welcome attitude. Beside him was one of the most beautiful boys I had even seen. The boy had not been many more years younger than I, but his boyish beauty surpassed my own. He had a head of thick, golden locks that was left untrimmed and wild to reflect his youth. His eyes shone like sapphires from the richest mines and his skin was the pale white of shimmering snow. He smiled at me, parting his full, pink lips to expose perfect teeth and greeted me with a strong handshake.

Frasca told me that I was to follow Kade to a room of his choice and follow his instructions to the letter. He then thanked me for my gift and told me that my father was a good man and the best man the Trading Caste had ever known.

Prince Kade took me by the hand and led me through the labyrinth of hallways to a very small, out-of-the-way bedroom that was adorned with no special decoration. Inside, it was bare of furniture or design and seemed to be an unfinished room. Prince Kade locked the door to the plain room and turned towards me with another brilliant smile.

“Father has told me that you offer a gift to the Crown. What gift do you bear?” he requested.

My own father had told me that it was tradition for the prince to ask, although he knew the gift already. I followed tradition and did as father told me to do before entering.

I unfastened the tie around my waist, keeping together the separated cloth that kept my robes closed. I opened my robes to expose my prepared manhood – shaven and polished with foreign oils by the delicate hands of a native masseuse.

“I offer that which makes me a man. To prove my Caste’s loyalty to the crown, I offer the essence of man and my very manhood in exchange for several more years of alliance.”

Prince Kade bent forward and inspected my manhood. It hung limply against my sac, unappealing.

“Get it hard,” the Prince demanded.

I shut my eyes tight and imagined the night three weeks ago… the rendezvous with the rich woman… My manhood began to stiffen and stand erect until its entire length was jutting out like a steel pole from my waist. It pulsed and moved with each beat of my heart and turned a deep scarlet color as it filled with blood. Prince Kade’s eyes widened.

“It is very large… The Crown accepts your gift. Thank you, Samuel Xenile, for ensuring alliance between our organizations.”

As I realized the removal of my penis was nearing the present time, my heart’s pace quickened and feelings of worry began to enter my mind.

Prince Kade removed a very menacing blade from its sheath, which hung at his waist. I closed my eyes tight in fear. The boy’s voice then soothed my worries and enticed my lust.

“Father has informed me that I can collect your gift in any fashion. It is tradition to remove the gift with a royal blade, blessed by the priests of the Creator’s Church, however, I like to oppose tradition…”

The boy placed the blade on the floor and crossed his arms across his chest.

“Continue disrobing until you stand nude. I wish to view the rest of you,” he stated.

I sighed, half-excited, half-disappointed. It was very common of royalty to be homosexual. How the royal blood stayed intact was a mystery to me as the princes and princesses often paired off with those of their own sex. It seemed as if Prince Kade was one of the normal royals.

I removed my robes completely, allowing them to roll from my shoulders to my feet. I then unclasped the bands on my wrists and neck and tossed them among the pile of my robes. I stood nude, my stiffness still intact and waited for inspection. Kade moved behind me and felt my backside. I had been told before I had a very nice rear, especially for a boy. I felt Kade’s explorative fingers find my hole and touch the rosebud.

“You are not a virgin,” he commented. “You have had the shaft of man in your orifice. Tell me, are you a homosexual?”

I blushed, embarrassed that Prince Kade was able to tell. Homosexuality was neither uncommon nor frowned upon in Iza, however it was still strange that a young boy had been able to detect my sexual promiscuity.

“I do not limit my sexual activities to men or women,” I responded.

Prince Kade simply nodded and continued to touch and feel my body. I could feel his rough, boyish touch along my spine and near my thighs. At one point, his hand slid up my legs and touched the bottom of my sac, almost as if inspecting me.

The boy then stepped in front of me once again and moved his hands to his front, opening his robes slowly and sensually. I looked away.

“No. I want you to watch,” he said.

My eyes slowly moved back as Kade’s robes slipped from his body, exposing his nakedness to me in full. I could not look away. His ivory skin called to me with lust as my eyes followed his every move, staring at his nipples, his navel, his rock-solid manhood, and his loose-hanging testicles. I found myself wanting him.

Kade followed my eyes, which were locked onto his hardness, and smirked. He then stepped behind me once again and I could feel his small hands on my rear once more. His hands parted my rear, exposing my tight rosebud. I felt the heat of his breath encircle it and finally, a slick wetness invade it. I assumed it was his tongue. I could feel the soft, yet textured wetness lapping at my rosebud before finally stabbing into it with desire. I felt his tongue wriggle inside of my opening and my manhood stiffened even more than it had before. Soon, his fingers invaded my opening, pressing against my sensitive prostate, making my manhood jump excitedly with every movement of his touch. I moaned aloud and realized I was dripping precum on his floor. The boy licked the back of my thigh and I could feel his own stiff warmth on the back of my knee. I nearly orgasmed at the thought.

Prince Kade then stood once more. “You are ready,” he said.

He moved from behind me to my front and got on his knees so that my lengthy manhood was inches from his inviting lips. He tore a thread from his robes, which lied nearby, and tied many tight knots around the base of my shaft. I questioned his actions mentally, but dared not to speak.

He opened his lips and took the head of my manhood between them, allowing his slick tongue to meet it, and tasted my precum. He slowly lowered himself onto my shaft and took about half of its length into his throat before gagging and pulling away. I giggled to myself, but determined, the Prince continued and tried over and over to swallow it all. I was amazed when he was finally able. I must have had several inches in his throat, as I felt his tight muscles constantly contract around the beginning length. I was completely inside of his mouth. Not even the most accomplished of prostitutes could manage this feat back in the commons of Iza.

He quickly pulled away and gasped for breath. He then looked at me with those large sapphires and smiled.

“Thank you for your gift,” he said, as was tradition. I nodded as he kissed the tip of my manhood.

He then tightened the knots he tied earlier and lowered his lips to my stiffness as he did before. This time, he took the foreskin of my manhood between his delicate teeth and savagely pulled backward as it unwound from around my shaft and fell onto his tongue. I screamed loudly from the pain, but he did not halt. He swallowed as moved forward once more and took the head of my throbbing manhood between his teeth. As he began to excise the tip, sinking his teeth into the ridge that was formerly hidden by my sensitive foreskin, I had my first and last utterly earth-shattering orgasm. Streams of my white-hot seed flooded the Prince’s mouth. Several of the gushes fell from his mouth, onto his chin and body. It was such a beautiful sight… His chest held the last of my seed and he shuddered as I came. I could then feel his body react and tighten as warmth flooded over my shins and feet. The Prince had also ejaculated, covering me in his seed. As he came, his teeth clamped down forcefully, severing the glans of my manhood.

I shrieked as he moaned and chewed and swallowed gratefully. Prince Kade greedily moved forward and took the next inch or two of my thick shaft between his incisors and clamped down again, cutting through my manhood like a perfectly-smithed blade. Once again, as he chewed and swallowed, tears flowed from my eyes and streaked my face as I shrieked in pain. I dared not move. I knew this was my responsibility. It was tradition and required of me.

He took several more bites, savoring each. His chest was smeared with seed and blood. As he came to the very root of my penis, he chomped greedily and severed it, leaving a concave wound where my large manhood once hanged. The Prince fell backward against the floor, covering his rear and his back in fallen streams of semen and ejaculated once again without touching himself in the slightest – something I would never do again.

He sat back up and lapped and licked my sac, taking each skin-bound testicle in his mouth, sucking hastily. He contemplated taking them – I could tell – but he did not. He told me that my larger-than-average manhood was quite enough. He then stood and dressed, exiting the room whilst calling for a doctor.

I was bandaged quickly and eventually, the wound closed. My pride was never quite the same and it always felt as if something was missing from who I was. As I look at the strange-shaped scar today, I cannot wait for my twenty-eighth year, for then I will marry the woman who is bound by law to stay with me for the rest of her life. It has been three years since Prince Kade has taken the very thing that once made me a man. He calls upon me from time to time to bed me. He is the only person willing to lie with only half a man. My father has assured me time and time again that it was a necessary sacrifice, to ensure that our Caste flourishes. As I see my younger brother, who is now in his thirteenth year, horny and eager to bed someone, I find myself jealous. I once caught him masturbating and wept over my lost essence. Perhaps in time I will learn how to live without the constant recollection of how I used to be – complete – but for now, I still feel as a hollow man does. My only hope is that when my father passes, it is not me who inherits the leadership of the Caste, for I refuse to subject my son to the same treatment. Prince Kade will never know the pleasure of unmanning two Xeniles.

[Inspired by the Ayzintion series by Nathan.]