Dolpheo

Dolpheo lay on his bed, a small mattress on a small frame in a small cabin on a big spaceship. The stars beckoned to him from an airplane-type window. Earth was no longer visible.

He caressed his new groin, smooth as silk, hard as his six-pack. A penis used to be there, but nothing remained. Even his piss hole had been rerouted to a couple inches in front of the buttocks, so that he could urinate without trouble, albeit without standing either.

There was nothing there, yet he still shivered as his long fingers felt his smoothness. The skin of what had once been his scrotum was now grafted over the area, and its nerves were as sensitive as ever.

Though he could not cum anymore, he felt an orgasm within him, the warmth that had always preceded ejaculation and now preceded nothing.

'Perhaps they were right,' Dolpheo thought. 'Perhaps they were right.'

TWO - Abduction

Dolpheo had not always been a eunuch in the middle of outer space. Only a few weeks before, he had been respectable. Left on the doorstep of an Earthling family as an infant, he was raised to become a doctor or lawyer. For over twenty years, he had been a middle-class American.

Then the aliens came for him. Or rather, they returned for him, as it was they who had left him on that doorstep in the first place.

When Dolpheo had gone to bed that night in his urban apartment, his main thought had been of grocery shopping. He had picked up milk and bread, but was pretty sure that he had forgotten that other essential, condoms. Too tired to go to the medicine cabinet and check, he had fallen asleep thinking about the optimism that condom buying entailed.

He had reason to be optimistic. Though not in a steady relationship, he was attractive and knew it.

His hair was naturally jet-black and gelled into dreadlocks. His eyes were a piercing shade of green. His skin was pale and flawless. His body, fashionably thin, was sinewy and limber. Every piece of his wardrobe was tailored to emphasize this, from the black suit he wore to the office to his black vinyl clubwear. Black wasn't Dolpheo's favorite color; it was merely the darkest he could find.

The next time he opened his eyes, the dusty window with a mid-priced view of the skyline had been replaced by a wall of metal. Wearing nothing but a thin white robe, he lay on a porcelain table.

Dolpheo was confused.

"Ah, Dolpheo, you're up," a woman behind him said.

"My name's James," he responded.

"Maybe that's what the humans call you, but to us, you're Prince Dolpheo."

"The hell?"

The woman adjusted her red dress. "You don't remember this place, do you?"

"Nope."

"Figures. You were only a few months old when they sent you away. They had to, of course. There was an insurgence against the Ugastai -- the royal family, I mean. The adults, especially the king -- your uncle -- had to stay and resist the uprising. But the children were all sent to Earth, for safety's sake. And now the danger is passed. Though even if it wasn't, you're old enough to handle it now."

"So you're saying...?"

"You're the prince of a planet you've probably never even heard of."

"Bullshit," Dolpheo said. "Who are you, anyway?"

"I'm Avona, your wife, or at least I will be. Our marriage was arranged before we were born. Hearing that you were on Earth, I thought I'd never even meet you. But I'm glad that I did. You're very handsome."

Dolpheo looked Avona over. Her hair, dark as his, was long enough to cover her bum and pass the hem of her minidress. He liked the white thigh-high boots, too. "So you're an alien?"

"No more than you are." Avona paused for a moment. "You're very calm about this."

"That's because I don't believe a word of it."

Avona nodded. She pulled back a section of wall to reveal a window. "What do you see?"

"The sky."

She motioned for Dolpheo to stand up and get a better view. The amount of stars visible against the blackness amazed him.

"Now tell me, my prince, where is the ground?"

It was then that Dolpheo realized he was on a spaceship, and that it was all true.

He fainted.

THREE - Master and Servant

When Dolpheo awoke again, it was on a soft bed, small but comfortable. A glance outside the window, at Earth, told him that he had not been dreaming.

He sensed that this would be his life now. Yet as far as he could tell, it wasn't that bad. The idea of being royal rather pleased him. As did Avona.

The mere thought of her was enough to make him hard. Seeing that he was alone, he grasped his cock, slightly larger than average but more known for the talents of its owner, and slid his hand along its sweatiness.

Then another man entered the room. Dolpheo quickly closed his robe and sat up. "Jesus Christ!" he muttered.

"I only come to serve my master," Jariff said, bowing and placing a tray of food on a small table next to the door.

"Of course you do."

"Sir, if I may, would you do that again?"

"Do what?"

The blond meekly pointed to Dolpheo's crotch. "That."

"What? No! If you want to see a man choke the bishop, find a mirror, for godsake."

Jariff nodded, comprehending. He wore a stiff tunic that went down to his knees and boots similar to Avona's but without the high heels. Lifting the tunic, he said, "There is no bishop."

Dolpheo's eyes went out of his head. "Jesus tap-dancing Christ!"

From the waist down, the servant resembled a woman, only without a cunt. There was no genitalia, just a flat groin where a phallus might have been, once. Dolpheo couldn't tell; there were no scars.

"Avona told me you didn't remember your home planet, but I didn't really believe it until now. You see, sir, all of the men of the royal family and their servants are completely castrated. The only reason they didn't castrate you was because it was believed that it might make it harder for you to live on Earth. Yours is the first penis I've seen in a long time."

"My God..."

"Let me touch it. Let me play with it. I know it's improper, but..." Jariff sighed. "Please."

Dolpheo looked at Jariff. Except for the lack of a phallus, Jariff was somewhat attractive, in a bleached blond surfer boy kind of way. "Oh, what the hell."

Still sitting, Dolpheo edged out from the bed and spread his legs apart. Jariff licked his balls, then his cock. His tongue was soft, more exploratory and curious than anything. Dolpheo found himself aroused, yet looking down to see nothing protruding from Jariff disturbed him.

So he put Jariff on the bed, stomach facing the mattress, and entered from behind. Jariff's boy pussy was like any other butt. So as long as Dolpheo mentally blocked the fact that they only had one cock between them, it was okay. His hands touched Jariff's waist and buns, but went nowhere near the crotch.

Then Dolpheo came inside Jariff, the only semen that Jariff could ever have. After Dolpheo removed himself, Jariff stuck a finger up his ass to retrieve some of the milk. Then he slicked it all over where his penis used to be.

"Oh, thank you, thank you," Jariff said.

After Jariff left the room, Dolpheo sat stiffly, wondering. If all the royal family were castrated, and he was one of them, did that mean...?

FOUR - Last Call

Dolpheo found Avona in another part of the spaceship. "If I'm your husband, do you love me?" he asked.

"I'm prepared to service you, if that's what you mean."

"Am I that transparent?"

"There are windows more opaque," Avona said. "But that's okay. Come with me." She led him back to the bedroom.

He took off his robe and saw the disappointment on her face. "What?"

"You haven't been prepared yet. How can I fuck you if you've got a dick?"

"How can I fuck you if I don't?!"

"It's all about penetration with you Earthling boys, isn't it?" Avona sighed.

"Yeah! What else could it be about?"

"Ever heard of something called a clit? Your dick doesn't even touch that, yet that's okay because your pleasure is all you think about! Jariff tells me that when you fucked him, you didn't even reach around once. He forgives you because he knows you're ignorant, but that was rude."

"There was nothing to touch!" Dolpheo protested.

"You don't understand, do you?"

She left the room, closed the door, and a narcotic gas filled the room.

Another woman in a gas mask entered. Dolpheo, suddenly half conscious if that much, did not object when she removed his robe. Then she opened a bag and took out some shiny silver instruments. Something about this indicated danger, but Dolpheo was too drugged to care.

After being shaved, he watched calmly as the knife entered his scrotum. The gas had completely numbed him. She removed his balls one by one, and then, after a few incisions, was able to smoothly pull out his cock. The urethra was rerouted so that it would be possible to pee without splattering everywhere. Then she sewed skin from the removed scrotum onto his new nothingness.

Passing out, Dolpheo could not comprehend that this effeminate groin was his own.

FIVE - New Paradigm

When Dolpheo came out of his daze, he saw Avona lying naked next to him. 'Now that's what I'm talking about!' he thought.

His touched her breasts and brushed her cheek. She smiled and looked into his eyes. "How do you feel?"

"Good."

"I'm glad. Most go through the operation without much trouble, but then most go through the operations when they're babies also. I thought with you it might be different."

Dolpheo looked at himself, at what was missing. So that wasn't a dream, either. "Fuck! And I have to pee, too!"

"You know where the bathroom is."

"But how do I...? Fuck!" Dolpheo got up, too shocked to cover his nudity, and found the bathroom. He knew that he could not accomplish this standing up. His fingers desperately searched for a pee hole and, glad to find one, he squatted over the opening in the floor. As he relieved himself, the feeling in his bladder felt natural, but the piss going between his legs like a woman didn't.

He briefly realized that things could be worse. All he had was a pee hole, but at least it worked. He could have been incontinent.

As he returned to the bedroom, he asked not what was at the forefront of his mind, but what seemed most sane under the circumstances. "Damnit, if I'm royalty, how am I supposed to produce an heir?"

"Your seed was frozen after the operation. At the proper time, it will be implanted in me. Why do you ask such silly questions?" She motioned him back to the bed.

Dolpheo took his place next to Avona. His mind was blank as he lay there.

Avona embraced him, kissing and touching his entire body. Then she ground her shaved pussy against Dolpheo's nothingness. She moaned as their pubic bones rubbed against each other.

Dolpheo's green eyes widened in shock. Pleasure began to emanate from his smooth groin. Though he could not penetrate her, he humped anyway. When he had a dick, the only thing he would have noticed about a woman was her hole. Now he felt every inch of Avona's wet anatomy as it pounded against him.

Looking down, at the soft curve of Avona's sex grinding against his hard curve of nothing, Dolpheo wondered if this was a lesbian act, since they had no cock between them. Yet whatever sort of act it was, he liked it.

For the first time he could remember, Dolpheo orgasmed simultaneously with a woman. As he felt the warmth come up inside him, he knew that Avona felt the same. He had never felt so close to a woman before; perhaps it had only been his penis which had come between them.

Afterward, they cuddled. She caressed his crotch. "So smooth," she commented, "and so gorgeous." Her fingers went to the pee hole and explored it, though it could not be penetrated deeply. "That feels good, doesn't it?"

"Weirdly enough."

Next to the bed, there was a speaker / microphone on the wall with a button next to it. Avona pressed the button and called for Jariff.

Jariff was there instantly. "Sir, Madame." He bowed.

"Remove your clothing and come over here," Avona commanded.

Jariff stood on his knees on the bed, in all his bishop-less glory. He smiled when he noticed that Dolpheo was just like him.

"Do what you will," she said.

"But we don't have penises..." Dolpheo muttered. Then it dawned on him.

Facing Jariff, he stood on his knees. The front of his legs pressed against Jariff's and then their matching crotches came together, grinding. It was something that Dolpheo had never felt before, a surprising catalyst for the explosions within his being.

They were dickless mirrors of each other. There were no juices or semen, just a little sweat that amounted to almost nothing. Yet neither was bothered by this dryness; it only added to the friction. By these simple moves, both men drove each other out of their minds.

Again, Dolpheo orgasmed in a way that rivaled or even exceeded ejaculation.

Then Jariff turned to Avona and pressed his flat groin onto hers. Dolpheo sat by their side and fingered Avona's hole. Yet it was obvious that all she needed was coming from Jariff, so he stopped. Then he laughed.

"Remind me what I needed a dick for?"

Avona smiled. "Exactly!"

THE END