Chapter 32:

The death of Mihangel didn't provide Glendower the satisfaction he had thought it would.  If it were Emrys that had died, then the only person he had ever loved had died because of him.  He had thought he wanted revenge, but what he had really wanted was for Emrys to love him, as he still loved him, after all these years, despite his rejection of him.  Too, he had lived for revenge.  Now that Mihangel was dead -- he still thought of him as Emrys -- he no longer had a reason to live.

He had lost his beauty, as though it would have done him any good, since no man he knew had cock or balls.  He had his thirty coins, but what could he buy with them?  A man bought fine things to impress someone or to win the love of another.  He hadn't known love since Emrys had forsaken him for Megan.  All he had had was his desire for revenge.  Now that Mihangel was dead, he didn't even have that.

And if Mihangel were the God, as he had said, not Emrys, wasn't that even worse?  If so, he had betrayed the God, a far greater travesty than betraying a prince.  All he had now were doubt and self recrimination.  He couldn't sleep.  He couldn't stop thinking about Mihangel, remembering him as he appeared sitting on the pole.  He had seen Dylan and the others take his limp body down from the pole, carrying it away for burial.

Unable to live with what he'd done, Glendower hanged himself.

* * *

Two days had passed since Mihangel had died and nothing had happened.  Merfyn was still king, and Dylan was still Dylan, a human without cock and balls.  He had thought once Mihangel returned to the otherworld that Nysrogh would be defeated and he would once again be Emrys, King Emrys, the ruler of Gwynedd, but it hadn't happened.  Instead, he and the others lived with the constant fear of capture, of the same fate Mihangel had suffered.  Dylan was surprised that they hadn't been captured, betrayed by someone as Mihangel had been by Glendower.  Why, indeed, hadn't Glendower betrayed them to Heddwynn?

They still had some supporters that fed them and kept them hidden, perhaps because, since they had given their cocks and balls for Mihangel's promised salvation, they had to continue to believe that his kingdom would come to pass.  Otherwise, they had lost everything, for without sons -- sons with cocks and balls -- what future had they?

On the third day, Dylan went to Mihangel's tomb to pray.  He had prayed to him constantly since he'd departed Earth, but had received no answer.  Perhaps the God, not Nysrogh, had been defeated.  Perhaps he was doomed to die as Dylan, a castrated human.

From a distance, he saw that the stone covering the entrance to the tomb had been rolled back.  Had someone stolen Mihangel's body?  Had Heddwynn taken it to heap more abuse upon it?  He ran to the tomb, going inside to find it empty.  The robes that had cloaked Mihangel's body were there, but not his body. 

Dylan could only suppose that the God had lost the battle in the otherworld, that Nysrogh had defeated him.  Even Mihangel's body was not safe from his enemies.  What else could he think?  They had lost.  All the deaths, all the castrations, all the battles, had all been for nothing.  Then, he heard a voice:

"Emrys," the voice said.  He recognized it -- Mihangel.  Looking around, he saw him standing at the entrance to the tomb, Mihangel in all his glory, without a sign of the torture he had endured.  A halo of light surrounded him.

"Emrys," he said, "you doubt me?"  Apparently Mihangel had read his thoughts.  "No, Emrys, I won.  Nysrogh has been defeated.  Look at yourself."

Dylan -- Emrys now -- looked down.  Where he'd once had nothing but a ragged scar, he once again had a cock, with balls below it.  He was once again whole.  Although he didn't have a mirror, he knew -- if he looked into one -- he'd see Emrys looking back at him, not Dylan.  The God had kept his promise.

Then he heard another voice, "Emrys," it, too, said.  He recognized that voice as well.  It was Megan's.  Turning toward it, he saw her.  Mihangel had brought her from Anglesey.

She rushed into his arms.  His newly regained cock -- it had been years since he'd had one -- stiffened at her touch.  He would have taken her then, had not Mihangel been there.  He kissed her -- long and hard -- then looked back at Mihangel.  "What of Merfyn?" he asked.

"Neither Merfyn, Heddwynn, or Cadell are any longer of any consequence," said Mihangel, "I have taken control of the golems, reuniting them with their shells.  They are still golems, but without cocks and balls, which are an anathema to me.  You are to be the only man with a cock or balls.  Your duty is to rid the entire human race of theirs."

"What of my sons?" asked Emrys, "are they not to have cocks and balls?"

"You will have no children until all humans are rid of theirs."

"The entire world, not just the kingdom?  My world has always been Gynnedd.  I know nothing of the entire world."

"It will not be so difficult as you might think," said Mihangel.  "You will control the golems.  They will go out, performing the castrations, and each man and boy they castrate will become another golem.  It may still take years, but you and Megan will live a thousand years.  You will live long enough to see the end of the humans.  Only then, will you repopulate the Earth with your children.  I won't take the risk of my children -- your children -- being polluted by mixing with humans.  Humans must be extinct before you breed.  But," he said, looking at Emrys's still stiff member, "you may use your cock in the meantime for pleasure.  I won't begrudge you that. 

For now, though, come with me.  We go to take back your kingdom."

* * *

As they walked through the streets toward the palace, golems fell in behind them.  Before long, the three of them, Mihangel, Emrys, and Megan, led a sizable force.  Occasionally, they would see dead human soldiers, lying in the street, apparently slain be the very golems they had commanded.  Emrys noticed that none of the golems any longer had cocks and balls, their groins as smooth as those of their shells had been.  Once in a while, he would notice a cock and set of balls lying in the street, where they'd fallen from their golem owner when his shell had rejoined him.

The golems were once again flesh and blood.  They breathed, and -- if pricked -- Emrys was certain they would bleed; but there was still nothing behind their eyes.  They followed Mihangel's and Emrys's orders without question.  They were golems still, but living, breathing, golems. 

A sword through the heart would kill one, but no one would have to feed a golem shell.  The golems would feed themselves; and since each time they castrated a man or boy, they would create another golem.  As long as there were men and boys, there would be a constant supply of golems.  Once all men and boys had been castrated, there would be no need of golems.

The gates to the palace stood open, bodies of slain human soldiers around them.  Although the three were followed by a sizable force of golems, they didn't need them.  The golems in the palace had killed all human soldiers.  The only ones left alive were Merfyn, Heddwynn, and Cadell.  Even the servants had been slain.

They found them in the king's hall, surrounded by golems.  Merfyn looked from Mihangel then to Emrys.  Except that Emrys now had a cock and balls and man hair, and Mihangel's groin was smooth and hairless, they were identical.  "But, you're dead," said Merfyn.  Whether he was talking to Mihangel or Emrys or both, wasn't readily discernable.

"No, Uncle," said Emrys, "I'm not dead, and he is the God.  Did you think that you could kill the God?"

"Strip him," Emrys said to one of the golems, who ripped the clothes off Merfyn, leaving him standing naked before them.  Other than Emrys, he was the only one in the room that had cock and balls -- but not for long.  "Lay him on a bench." 

They lay Merfyn supine on a bench, his cock and balls prominently displayed, ready to be cut off.  Emrys took a knife from one of the golems, bent over his uncle, took his cock and balls in one hand, and cut them off with one swipe of the knife in his other hand, throwing them on the floor afterward. 

"Now," he said, take them to the city gates and set them on poles."

Three fresh poles were set up outside the gates, one for Merfyn, one for Heddwynn, and one for Cadell.  They were a long time dying.  It took Heddwynn three days.  Their bodies remained on the poles, pecked at by birds, until they fell apart, the bones collapsing around the poles.   They remained there, untouched by anyone.  No one wanted them, not even for a souvenir.

Emrys and Megan moved into the palace, attended by servants and protected by golems.  Pedr and the other disciples, accompanied by golems traveled throughout the world spreading the God's message, that to be saved. men must be castrated.  Those, accepting their message, they castrated in the name of the God.  Those that didn't, the golems castrated, creating more golems.  Given that choice, most men willingly submitted to castration, giving up their sons to be cut as well.

At first opportunity, Emrys took Megan to bed.  Back in his own body, with a cock for the first time in years, he wanted to use it.  Megan was even more beautiful as a woman than she had been as a girl, and he had only fucked Megan that one day, down by the stream.  All the other times they'd had sex, she had been a boy, either the beautiful, red haired, jilly boy or Braith, the freckled boy; and most of that time, she had been Braith.  Of course -- as Emrys -- he had never fucked Braith.  It wasn't until they had left the palace that Megan had become Braith; and then he had been Dylan, not Emrys.

Megan lay on the bed waiting for him.  She was already naked.  He could see drops of moisture glistening in her maiden hair.  She apparently wanted him, as much as he did her.  It had been years, too, since she'd had a cock in her cunt, and then only that one day by the stream.  All the other times, she'd been in the guise of a boy, and he'd fucked her ass, not her cunt.  It was hard to believe that in all the time he'd known her, he hadn't fucked her cunt since that first day.

He slipped off his clothes, not having to look to see that he had a cock, because he felt it throb as he looked at her.  As aroused as he was, he thought he'd probably come at her touch -- and he did.  As soon as she touched his cock, he ejaculated, shooting his seed onto her stomach.

It was only a brief setback, though.  Within moments, his cock was erect again.  Emrys lowered himself down onto her, feeling her breasts beneath his chest.  His cock rested against her maiden hair.  He could feel the heat of her cunt through it.  Soon, his mouth found hers.  He ran his tongue into it, drinking in the sweet taste of her mouth.  On its own, his cock, finding her cunt, plunged into it.

Emrys gasped.  It had been so long; if felt so good.  Could Heaven be better than this?  Was this not really Heaven?  Briefly, he thought of the humans that had given this up -- given up their cocks -- for a false promise of salvation; then he could think no more.  All he could do was fuck.  He was no longer Emrys, capable of thinking.  He was just the fucking, a hard cock sliding into Megan's hot cunt.

When he came -- for a moment -- Heaven did exist on Earth.

Emrys spent the first month fucking only Megan, but he missed fucking jilly boys.  After all the time of fucking only boys, in some ways, he preferred them to women.  And it wasn't like there was any shortage of them.  No boy had a cock or balls.  They were all jilly boys.

He had a different one every night.  He still fucked Megan, but usually no more than once a week, and he had become perfunctory in his fucking of her, doing it mostly to see if she would become pregnant, thinking that possibly the last human had been castrated, but the world was a big place, bigger than Emrys had imagined.  It would take years yet before the golems covered it, castrating the last of the human.  The golems would live until they had, then -- according to Mihangel -- they would die.

After a hundred years, no human was left alive in Gwynedd.  Emrys only had Megan to fuck, but neither of them was much interested in it.  After so many years, fucking the same person had little appeal.  Actually, fucking had little appeal.  If Emrys had had a jilly boy, he would have had difficulty becoming aroused by him.   Fucking had just become a bodily function, no different than pissing or shitting.  He and Megan did it once in a while just to relieve the pressure that built up.  More often than not, they just masturbated.  It was quicker and served the same purpose.

Some hundreds of years passed.  Neither Emrys or Megan kept track of their passing.  Emrys arose to find all the golems dead.  Only he and Megan were left in the palace, in -- he suspected -- the whole world.  The golems -- Mihangel had said -- would live until all human males had been castrated.  If they were dead, the last human must have been castrated.

Emrys and Megan began fucking again, expecting her to become pregnant -- but she never did.  They tried asking the God why she hadn't, but he never answered.

Chapter 33: The Final Chapter

You cheated," said Nysrogh.

"No," I didn't said YHWH, otherwise known to the people of Earth as the God.

"Yes, you did," insisted Nysrogh, "we were to win control though our surrogates on earth, not intervene personally."

"That was never part of the rules," said YHWH.  "You're just a sore loser because you couldn't figure out how to do it, and I did.  You couldn't figure out how to transport yourself to that universe without becoming trapped there.  I managed to do it."

"But you are trapped there," said Nysrogh, grinning one of his darkest grins.  "Part of you is there and you can't get it back."

"Don't be so certain," said YHWH.  I convinced the original inhabitants of that world to extinguish themselves.  I did the same with the first ones I left a part of myself in.  The only ones left are Emrys and Megan, and they'll die soon.

"You're not going to let them have children?"

"And leave part of myself on that pitiful world?  Of course not," said YHWH.  "When they die, all of my essence will be returned to me.

"You're a bastard, YHWH," Nysrogh said.

YHWH laughed.  "Now, you're using their terms.  Like you, I never had a mother or father.  Like you, I never had genitals -- although I must say, sex was interesting -- vulgar but interesting.  I experienced it through them."

"I concede," said Nysrogh.  "I must say you took an interesting approach, getting them to castrate themselves."

"Well, that was the game," said YHWH, "seeing which of us could castrate the most of them before time ran out.  You chose brute force.  I chose to make them want to be castrated."

"I thought I had you for a moment," said Nysrogh.  "I had you blinded.  You couldn't see what  I was doing."

"Yes, if the prince hadn't cut off his own cock and balls and dedicated them to me, you would have won.  It was through him and the girl he loved that I was able to reconnect to them."

"Why one hundred forty-four thousand castrations?" asked Nysrogh.  "We never agreed on any particular number, just whoever castrated the most before time ran out."

"It just seemed like a nice number," said YHWH, "attainable, but big enough that there would be no way to confirm that it had been achieved.  Then after they castrated that many, it was easy to convince them to castrate the rest.  The golems were your idea, though.  I just used them after you conceded to finish the job.

"You didn't have to wipe out the entire population of the world to win, you know," said Nysrogh.

"I know," said YHWH, "but it put a nice finishing touch on the game."

"You are a bastard," said Nyrogh.