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Broad Island

by

Kortpeel


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I was surfing the net when I saw the advertisement:


Eunuchs Wanted.

Broad Island Summer Camp for Girls 
has vacancies for eunuchs
for general duties.

Applicants should be fit, active and must
 have come to terms with their status. 


What the hell! I possessed the main qualification and in the middle 
of Antarctica's icy waters the thought of sunshine and warmth 
seemed wonderful. Applications were to an email address and I 
applied. A day later I downloaded the application form  along with 
a questionnaire to determine a person's psychological profile and 
medical condition. 

My name is Andrew Grayne. I am "captain" of an iceberg, an 
oceanographer researching iceberg drift. A foundation is financing 
it with a view to using icebergs as a source of fresh water for 
arid areas. The objective of this particular exercise is to study 
the iceberg's drift so as to predict, and ultimately to control an 
iceberg's course. I am alone, camped on the iceberg. 

I suppose having the most solitary job in the world at age 25 is a 
consequence of having no balls. I can cope with solitude. It's 
people that upset me and remind me of what could have been. Or 
rather of what would have been had I not been so stupid and naïve 
when I fell hook line and sinker for Jenni Windham.

I was 15 when Jenni's people moved into our road. It was a cul de 
sac. They had the house at the end and a larger garden than all the 
rest of us. And they had a swimming pool which was a big deal. 
Jenni was a year older than me but our parents, ignoring the teen-
agers' protocols of age and gender, wanted us to be friends so I 
went along. Jenni herself did seem friendly enough and although we 
ignored each other at school we got on well out of it. When, come 
the summer holidays, she invited me to come and swim in their pool 
I didn't hesitate.

With all the parents at work we had time alone together. Alone by 
the pool with an attractive 16 year old in her two piece on a 
beautiful warm sunny day, I learned first hand a fifteen year old 
boy's concentration is apt to become very, very focussed.

Jenni was taller than me with a beautiful statuesque  figure, long 
straight auburn hair and blue-green eyes. I was painfully aware 
that I was just a skinny young kid with a lot of growing still to 
do. I felt relieved that she couldn't possibly know what I was 
thinking. Except of course she did.

No doubt Jenni was as aware of the bulge in my swimming trunks as I 
was.

"You can swim in the nude if you like," she remarked casually. "We 
usually do."

"You do?" I managed to say, trying hard to sound normal.

"Yes. It's quite private here."

"Yes it is," was all I could think to say.

"In fact, I rather wish you would because then I can go topless. 
I'd like to get my breasts tanned."

The idea of Jenni topless was so infinitely desirable I couldn't 
bring myself to speak.

"It wouldn't bother you if I went topless, would it?" She said it 
so politely, playing the perfect hostess.

"No." I croaked. We were sitting on the edge of the pool with our 
feet in the water. I was afraid to move.

"I find that swimming nude is more pleasant than with a costume. I 
think you'll like it if you try it."

I was paralysed with a mixture of lust, embarrassment and by simply 
not being able to think of what to do or say next.

 "And don't be embarrassed if you have an erection. I know that's 
perfectly normal."

"You do?" 

That had been stupid but Jenni made a joke of it. She gave me a 
mischievous, knowing smile. "Of course, silly. I'd be quite 
insulted if you didn't."

I had to smile back.

"Come on, get that costume  off now. You're wasting valuable sun 
tan time."

She stood up, took my hand and pulled me to a standing position. 
Then she put both hands on the elasticised band of my swimming 
costume.

"Okay?" she asked looking me right in the eyes.

I nodded and she dropped my costume to my ankles. My penis promptly 
stood at an angle above the horizontal.

Jenni looked at it, grasped it in her right hand and said  "I take 
this as a sincere compliment."

Fortunately she didn't hold it for long else I would have spoilt it 
all. She let go and took off her top. She did it provocatively, 
inviting me to stare my fill which I did. I couldn't have done 
anything else. 

She gave me a few moments to stare at those beautiful boobs with 
their lovely pink female nipples then she swung her top over my 
head so that it sat on my shoulders, one cup on each side. "You are 
so cute," she said and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Come on, let's 
go for a swim."

With that she dived in and started swimming. I stepped out of my 
costume and followed.

We swam around for a while and the cool water caused my hard to go 
down. I was thankful for that  but the second I thought about it, 
it came back. So I concentrated on four or five fast lengths of 
their pool. Jenni meanwhile had climbed out and was sunbathing 
topless on a poolside lounger. 

I climbed out and went to put my costume back on. "Don't do that. I 
like you being in the nude," Jenni said. "Pull up a lounger and 
sunbathe with me."

I did so, setting the lounger so that I could lie on my front and 
look at Jenni's tits.

Jenni knew exactly what I was doing. "Do you like them?"

"Oh yeah." I was far too in lust to make any coherent response.

"Silly. Anyone would think you'd never seen a woman topless before."

"I haven't. Yours are the first ever."

"Well in that case … " Jenni sat up on the lounger and faced me. " 
… seeing that it's the first time,  if you oil my back for me you 
can kiss them."

So I put the sun tan lotion on to her incredibly beautiful lovely 
back, rubbing it in gently but firmly. Actually Mom often got me to 
oil her back and was very specific about how it should be done: 
gently but firmly, not at all rough. Doing Jenni's back was a lot 
more interesting than doing Mom's. Jenni seemed to like the way I 
was doing it. A couple of times my prick happened to brush against 
her skin. It was electric.

"Hmmm. Thank you. Now you can kiss my nipples."

Nervous and trembling I brushed her soft firm nipples with my lips. 
It was the most wonderful moment of my life to date. 

Jenni sunbathed her back for a while. I just stared at her. She was 
so beautiful, so lovely and so utterly desirable. I would have 
liked her to take off her bikini bottom but I didn't say anything. 
I didn't want to spoil the awesome privilege I had of just being 
with her like this.

Some time later she asked if I would like something to eat. She 
disappeared inside and came back after a few minutes with some cake 
and cold drinks. She was, to my disappointment, covered up in a 
beach wrap.

Then again, I found there's something oddly arousing at being nude 
with a girl who's dressed. Sort of being at a pleasant disadvantage 
somehow. She was just accepting my nudity, taking it as normal. The 
best I could describe the feeling would be a sort of sweet 
humiliation.

I enjoyed the cake and needed the drink to quench the thirst that I 
suddenly discovered I had.

Afterwards Jenni said that we'd had enough sun for one day. Would I 
like to come and swim with her tomorrow? How could I not? She gave 
my prick a gentle squeeze "Time for you to get dressed then." She 
said it  softly as if regretting that I should dress.

The next few weeks were idyllic. We got to know and become fond of 
each other. I liked being in the nude around her pool with her even 
though Jenni always kept her bottom on. Sometimes we would go out 
together and do things in town, shopping or whatever. We went to 
the movies a few times. She was always nice to me. One beautiful 
evening she taught me how to kiss properly.

It was one day in town we bumped into Madeleine and Anton, friends 
of Jenni's. They were a couple in their mid twenties. Madeleine was 
beautiful in a striking, gypsy kind of way with long dark hair. 
Anton was a big muscular blond guy but friendly enough. We had 
coffee. Madeleine and Jenni caught up with each other, apparently 
they hadn't seen each other for a while.

I was impressed that Jenni had grown up friends and even more 
impressed that Madeleine seemed to like me. When she caught my eye 
she would give me a friendly smile and she would get me involved in 
the conversation. She had a way of treating me as if I were grown 
up and that's heady stuff at fifteen.

We accepted an invitation to visit them at the place they were 
renting a few miles out of town. That was cool and next day Jenni 
and I cycled over to see them. 

It was a sweltering hot day. The first thing Madeleine and Anton 
did after greeting us was to supply cold drinks. Most welcome.

"We're out the back by the pool," hostess Madeleine told us, so we 
made out way out there.

They had a splendid pool with a lovely sun deck. The awning was 
pulled over because it was too hot and bright in the direct sun. We 
settled down. Madeleine and Anton took off their wraps and were in 
costumes.  Jenni who'd known what to expect disappeared into the 
change room and came out in her two piece. At least I was wearing 
shorts so I took off my tee shirt and managed not to feel too 
overdressed. Then followed the oiling up ritual as we lavishly 
applied suntan lotion to ourselves and to each other.

Then I thought we would settle down and make polite, friendly 
conversation. But I was wrong.

"Are we really going to keep our tops on?" Madeleine said to 
Jenni. "The guys would probably like to be nude."

Jenni looked at me. "I know you aren't shy with me. How about with 
Madeleine?"

"Er …"

"He's ok, Madeleine."

I had that oh-heck! Now-what? feeling that comes from being 
completely out of one's social depth. Not to mention the usual 
embarrassing stirring in the loins.

Jenni got up and made me stand, rather like that first time at her 
pool. She unzipped my shorts and slid them down, then my 
underpants. She knelt to pick them up so I had to step out of them. 
Being totally nude in a group, and the only nude one at that can 
have only one consequence.

"Isn't it lovely how teen age guys get hard so easily?" Madeleine 
remarked to no-one in particular. "How old are you, Andrew?"

"Fifteen." 

"I think you're gorgeous," she said. I went beetroot. 

"Madeleine, you're embarrassing my guy," Jenni chided

"Well he is gorgeous. Just look at that beautiful erection. 
Completely spontaneous. I have to work on Anton to get him up like 
that."

Anton meanwhile was ignoring all this, relaxed on his lounger 
enjoying a beer from the can. Madeleine noticed him.

"Come on Anton. Get naked."

Anton took another sip and stood up. He was well built with muscles 
in all the right places. I became self conscious once again of just 
being a skinny kid. Bet he's prick's bigger than mine too, I 
thought and looked away as he slid his costume down.

Madeleine's costume was a one piece but of elastic material so that 
the top rolled down to the hips.  As her tits appeared I was 
fascinated and realised I was staring again. Madeleine didn't mind 
at all and gave me a peck on the cheek. "You really are gorgeous," 
she whispered. She gave my prick a pat as a gesture of approval.

"Come on you, we're going for a swim," Jenni, also topless, said 
and took my hand.

"Madeleine's going to ask you for your sperm," Jenni said to me 
once we were in the pool. At least that's what it sounded like. She 
swam away from me before I could react. Did she really say what I 
thought she said?

Somehow Jenni kept too far away for me to ask her. Of course I was 
in a spin of confusion. Had she really said that? If so how does 
Madeleine want to take it? What about Anton? Oh heck!

Madeleine and Anton also came in to the water and we splashed 
around and swam for a while. It was extremely pleasant but at last 
we all got out. We stretched out in the sun for a while to get a 
tan. I of course laid face down.. The girls were tanning their 
fronts.

Anton and Madeleine went to get lunch. I was able to ask Jenni what 
she'd said to me in the pool. Jenni was drowsy from the sun. "Shh," 
was all she said.

Lunch was a light snack which we ate sitting at a round outdoor 
table under the awning. The girls were wearing wraps but Anton and 
I were still nude. There was a pleasant wine with the meal which I 
wasn't used to. I was thirsty though and probably drank it faster 
than was wise.

"What did he say when you told him?" Madeleine was asking Jenni.

"He was confused and not sure that he heard me properly." Jenni 
turned to me. "You did hear properly. Madeleine would like your 
sperm."

It might have been the wine, or that  the whole scene was just too 
much for me and I'd given up trying to understand it. "Ok."

"Come with me, "Madeleine said, standing up and reaching out to 
take me by the hand.

I noticed Anton didn't seemed to mind at all. This too I didn't 
understand.

"Anton show him."

Anton stood up. His torso and limbs were hairless which I'd taken 
to be part of his body building thing but he had no pubic hair 
either. He did have a half hard on though. Madeleine lifted his 
penis and he had no balls under it. It was clean as if they'd never 
existed. No scrotum, no scar.

My jaw dropped and the others smiled their amusement at my 
astonishment. "Anton can't give me any sperm but we do want a 
child."

"They've asked you instead," Jenni said to me. "That's actually 
quite an honour."

Madeleine was still holding Anton's penis, casually working it so 
that it had grown hard under her touch. He wasn't in the least 
embarrassed, just enjoying it.

"It really is ok," Anton told me.

I allowed Madeleine to lead me by the hand  into the house. I 
wasn't quite sure what to expect but it certainly wasn't the 
basement. We went down the stairs into blackness. There was a 
pleasant fresh smell in the air, like pinewood and newly cut grass.

Madeleine obviously knew her way in the darkness.

"Stay there." She let go of my hand and moved away. I couldn't see 
a thing so I stayed quite still. I strained with my senses to 
penetrate the total darkness but all I could get were the scents in 
the air. Then Madeleine lit a candle. She knelt before it and said 
something in a language I didn't understand. From the tone of her 
voice I guessed it was a prayer of some kind. 

I'd been thinking that all this was a big deal for me because with 
a bit of luck this was going to be my first ever fuck  but suddenly 
I understood that this must be a much bigger deal for her: getting 
pregnant and having a child. For a moment or two I was overcome 
with the solemnity of the occasion and felt quite awe struck.  
Jenni had been right when she said it was an honour. I did indeed 
feel honoured to have been chosen. 

Such noble sentiments were immediately forgotten as Madeleine led 
me to the bed which, by now, I could just see by the candle light. 
She guided my hands down over her hips and outer thighs so that I 
could feel she was naked.  She checked me to see that I was erect - 
how could I not be? Then we got down onto the bed and, by touch, 
she guided me into position on top of her.

She positioned my penis at the lips of her moist vagina and I 
slipped in. The feeling of skin on skin was so electrifying I had 
to stop and keep still several times before I was fully in. Once I 
was all the way in I held myself still, trying to hold back.

I think I would have been able hold back to but Madeleine had other 
ideas. Her vaginal muscles contracted around my prick and there was 
a kind of rippling feeling that ran from root to tip. I couldn't 
resist it. I even stopped trying to resist it. I just let it come 
in a glorious burst of pleasure. I was spent.

"Stay there," she whispered in my ear. We lay there a while. I 
don't know whether it was a few seconds or a few minutes. It 
couldn't have been long. To my surprise and of course to my delight 
I recovered my erection. It grew hard inside her. With my come and 
her juices there was no friction at all. And yet it was so 
delightful and exciting.

She was stroking my backside which enhanced it all even more, 
extending the erotic pleasure zone beyond my prick, into my 
buttocks and down my thighs to the knees. I wasn't at all sure what 
to expect but  Madeleine began to breathe more heavily and then she 
started sighing and crying with increasing intensity. I tried a few 
thrusts.

"Ye-e-e-e-sss!" she yelled and that quivering of her vagina started 
all over again. As before it was irresistible.  I came this time in 
a series of squirts so rapid that it felt like a vibration.

I rolled off and lay by her side savouring the moment. What a 
wonderful moment it was. I'd just had my first ever sex. Not only 
was she beautiful but I'd made her come too. I felt in a kind of 
wonderful seventh heaven where everything was possible and the 
world was just perfect. And I'd come twice. I was so  relaxed and 
at peace that I must have dozed off.

I was having this lovely erotic dream of Jenni working my prick and 
as I woke up I found that it was true. She was cleaning me up down 
there.

"Come on lover boy. Time for you to get dressed and come home."

I had the impression that she was proud of my performance but was 
also just a shade jealous that I'd been with Madeleine and trying 
hard not to let it show.

I got dressed. We said our goodbyes  and cycled home.

What a day! I was quiet on the way back, trying to sort out in my 
mind what had happened.

Next day at Jenni's pool we sunbathed again. I was nude and Jenni 
had kept on her bottom as usual. She was quiet as if she had 
something serious on her mind and it was troubling her. I wondered 
whether or not I should ask her. Even so I was staring my lecherous 
fill at this incredibly beautiful young woman, now a lovely golden 
brown colour from the sun and wondering how come such a lovely, 
superior creature as this chose to bother herself with me when she 
could have any guy she wanted. Come to that, why did Madeleine 
choose me for the sperm for her baby?

I knew that I wasn't particularly bright and not a good physical 
specimen either. If I'd been in Madeleine's position I very much 
doubt that I'd have chosen me. 

Jenni sat up on her lounger and faced me. "You know if I could 
choose any guy in the world to spend the rest of my life with, I'd 
choose you."

The astonishment showed on my face. Not only had she echoed my 
exact thought of a few moments ago almost word for word, allowing 
for translation into a female way of putting it but what she'd 
said: she'd choose me! Why me? 

"I don't get it."

"Would you like me to explain it to you?"

"Yes please." It occurred to me that I'd been in a state of 
confusion ever since I got to know Jenni. So much had happened and 
so fast that I was unable to make sense of it. Not that my lack of 
understanding had been any impediment to pleasure and enjoyment.

"You need to know that I belong to a special religion. It pre-dates 
Christianity and unlike Christianity with its emphasis on 
forgiveness of sin, we focus on the development of virtue. We begin 
with a state of grace and strive to maintain and enhance it."

I wasn't all that religious but I'd been brought up as a Christian 
and went along with it. I had some private doubts about the 
Immaculate Conception and in my heart of hearts I wasn't all that 
sure about the miracles but generally I agreed with the bit about 
being decent to others. However, I could see that Jenni was being 
dead serious and I really wanted to hear what she had to say 
without getting into any sort of religious argument. I listened 
carefully.

"It's an hereditary religion. Like Judaism you have to be born into 
it. We are few in number and we keep the lowest of low profiles."

I thought I knew why. "Because of persecution?"

She nodded, pleased at my understanding. "But we aren't witches and 
we certainly aren't devil worshippers. We worship the one true God 
who created heaven and earth. We have done so from before recorded 
history." Then she added  "Although to us mere humans God is way 
beyond our comprehension, we do think of her as female."

Jenni paused for a reaction from me.

"Like in that feminist joke ' When God created men She was just 
kidding' ?"

Jenni smiled. "That joke is more than ten thousand years old. It is 
only a joke though. There's nothing in our religion that is against 
men,  just that we must accept men for what they are."

"And what are we?"

"Hunters, providers, lovers and fathers. Like women, some are good, 
some are bad. Your male sexuality is relatively straightforward and 
easily triggered and that's how you are made. You can only think of 
one thing at a time and generally men are insensitive to their 
surroundings and to relationships, compared with women."

"Yeah. That's true enough, I guess."

Jenni laughed. "So we have to accept you as that."

"Sounds like great wisdom to me. Can I join your religion?"

"No. The only way a male outsider may come into our religion is to 
become  a committed life companion to one of our members. Unlike 
Christianity we are not all-embracing."

"I see. But didn't you just say you'd choose me to spend the rest 
of your life with?"

"Did I say that out loud? I meant just to think it."

"That's what you said."

"Oh! That's the problem. I may not choose you. I can't ask you as 
an outsider to make the commitment. You wouldn't understand."

Jenni was taking this all very seriously and actually getting 
distressed. I was getting even more confused. "Well try me. What 
wouldn't I understand?"

"Normally we take our life companions from the sons of mothers who 
are in our Sisterhood. Those boys are brought up to it. I cannot 
ask you to make the commitment. It's too much to ask."

She kept referring to 'the commitment' but wouldn't say what it was 
or what I'd have to do. For this girl I'd have done just about 
anything.

"Jenni please -"

"No." Her voice was stern and resolved but there were tears in her 
eyes. "It's better we stay apart. This has gone too far. We can 
only hurt each other."

I felt a sudden pain in my chest that stayed there. Was this a 
broken heart?

"What did I say about men being able to think of only one thing at 
a time?"

"Eh?"

"This is the first time I've seen you nude without an erection." It 
was such a sad little joke that I too was fighting back tears.

"You're dumping me?"

She nodded. "Better get dressed."

Underpants, shorts, t shirt and sneakers. It took only a few short 
seconds to dress. Jenni watched me lovingly. 

"Good bye and thank you for everything," she said and kissed 
me. "Now don't look back when you go."

I'd have broken down myself if I hadn't been so confused.  I did 
look back and she was sat on the lounger, head bowed, hands 
covering her face and moving as if she was sobbing.

A broken heart at fifteen is a very powerful emotion. It took every 
ounce of willpower and strength to act normal because I couldn't 
face the barrage of questions from Mom if she suspected what was 
going on.

I took to going on long walks and brooding on Jenni, what we'd done 
and what I could have done wrong. It was a kind of self inflicted 
mental torture because all I was doing was upsetting myself.  I'd 
just about decided that the most likely explanation was the one 
that applied. She'd dumped this skinny kid who was younger than 
herself and had picked up with an older guy, probably a college man 
who had a car and not just a bicycle.

As explanations go it made perfect sense to me and I couldn't see 
why she'd bothered with me in the first place. Maybe it  was to 
please her parents.  Not that it helped me. I still felt carved up 
about it with an aching pain in the chest and a loss of appetite. 

It was some time in the last week of the summer holidays, that in 
the course of one of my long walks I happened to meet Anton. We 
greeted and walked along together for a while. I learnt that 
Madeleine was pregnant, they were expecting a girl and were both 
thrilled about it.

"I'm very happy for you both." Of course I said nothing about it 
being my baby.

"And are you and Jenni still together?"

"No. We broke up." How I felt about it must have sounded in my 
voice.

"You're hurting?"

"Yeah." 

He made no reply so I had to talk about it. "She, like,  just 
dumped me. Sort of as though she didn't want to but felt she had 
to."

"She didn't want to." I wasn't sure whether Anton was asking a 
question or making a statement. If it was a statement it would have 
been based on insider's knowledge.

"Have you seen Jenni lately?"

"No," Anton said. "At least I haven't but she and Madeleine have 
stayed in touch."

"How is she? Any news?" Even to myself I sounded like a love sick 
fool from a romantic novel. Anton appeared not to notice.

"Madeleine hasn't said anything. I suppose she's ok. She's gone to 
stay with her grandmother for a while."

Such an important piece of news, so casually delivered. That would 
account for how come I hadn't seen her.

We walked along in comfortable silence for a while. Anton was an 
easy man to get along with. I had the idea that he could shed some 
light on Jenni dumping me provided I asked him the right question.

"When we broke up, Jenni said something about not being able to 
expect me to make the commitment. Does that mean anything?"

"Yes. You saw how I am. Giving up your testicles is the commitment."

I was too astonished to say anything. After a while Anton 
added "You can see that isn't something she would have been able to 
ask you to do."

"But you did, for Madeleine?"

"It was a lot easier for me. If you're born into our faith you are 
brought up to it. It's just something you've always known and 
actually look forward to. Sort of a transition into manhood."

I was still thinking about that when Anton went on, "Of course, I 
understand that for you guys it's considered exactly the opposite."

"Yes. I was trying to understand how you could possibly see it  er -
 the way you do"

"Well, it means you have a permanent female companion.  In our 
faith we don't talk about husband and wife but about companions. 
It's much the same thing as marriage, but not quite. And there is 
no such thing as divorce for us."

"Why do you have to give up your testicles? I'd have thought if you 
did that … well, you wouldn't want a female companion."

"There's a potion to rub into the skin. They make it from plants. 
You don't lose anything except fertility. The main reason though is 
religious. You need to study our holy book to understand it 
properly. Madeleine is an expert on all that. She could explain it 
much better than I could."

We weren't far from their house and Anton's invitation of something 
to eat and drink was irresistible.

I felt funny about meeting Madeleine, bearing in mind what had 
happened the last time I'd seen her. However she had no problem in 
putting me at my ease and making me feel welcome. She seemed 
genuinely pleased to see me and a table had been laid for three 
even before we arrived.

We ate and over the meal Anton told Madeleine that I was trying to 
understand the commitment that Jenni wouldn't ask me to make.

"Hmm. Almost impossible to make an outsider understand that. 
However …" Madeleine looked me straight in the eyes "if you try to 
hear me with an open mind, I will do my best to explain it to you."

We had coffee in the library. Madeleine put a book on the reading 
desk. It was a King James Bible.  "Genesis 38. Read aloud verses 
six to ten."

I did that. It was the part  where Judah told his second son Onan 
to get Tamar pregnant. Tamar was the young, childless  widow of 
Judah's first born son. Onan wasn't too keen that any child of his 
should be regarded as the child of his brother so " …  it came to 
pass that when he went in unto his brother's wife that he spilled 
his seed on the ground …"

The next verse read "The thing that he did displeased the Lord: 
wherefore He slew him …"

"Now what does that mean to you?"

"Onan didn't want Tamar to get pregnant. He pulled out at the last 
moment."

Madeleine nodded. It was obvious to me that she was taking it 
extremely seriously. I added  "Onan spilt his seed upon the ground."

"And the consequence of that?"

"He incurred God's wrath."

"So did Onan commit a sin there?

Really I was never into all this sin business. It was the sort of 
thing  the clergy at church would talk about on Sundays. They were 
always so enthusiastic about sin and the damnation that awaited 
sinners. They would go on about it for hours. 

However I think I could see where Madeleine was going with 
this. "Yes. His sin was spilling his seed upon the ground."

"So is it a sin for a man to spill his seed upon the ground?"

"Well, yes. I suppose so."

It occurred to me that I'd never actually heard any of my clergy go 
on about that particular sin very much. I suppose it would have 
been embarrassing for them. Generally speaking though, they were 
against anything to do with sex, so I suppose that would have 
included jerking off and pulling out.

"There it is. The word of God from your holy book. And you 'suppose 
so?' Your own church teaches you that to waste your seed is a 
misuse and misdirection of a sacred faculty, the power to join God 
as the co-creator of a new human person, made in God's image and 
likeness."

The words were serious but Madeleine's tone was light. She was 
nudging me along to a conclusion.

"We have the same story in our holy book too. The Holy Mother of 
all Creation also doesn't want  a man's seed spilt. She also says 
that none of her daughters may do any act that results in the 
wastage of a man's seed, nor may she tolerate any male in her 
household to spill his seed."

It struck me that although it was logical it was leading to a 
pretty radical conclusion.

"Our holy books differ in parts. It is possible that in those early 
times writers presumed to edit the Holy Word for their immediate 
political ends. Where the books are the same it is almost certainly 
the direct word of God, unchanged by man or woman."

People changed the bible?

"Now Andrew, are you without sin in this respect? Have you ever 
spilt your seed on the ground, or into your pyjamas or your bath 
water?"

"Guilty."

"Of course you are. And so is every human male who ever lived past 
adolescence. Including  St. Anton here before he made his 
commitment."  Madeleine looked at Anton with total love and 
affection. He smiled lovingly back and I envied these two their 
love for each other.

"Elsewhere our Holy Mother bids us to accept men with all their 
faults for what they are 'for their role is to provide seed that 
you may bear children. Thy heart and I  will guide thee to the man 
who shall fill they womb with his seed'." 

I didn't say anything but I blushed.

"And the Holy Mother also says 'That thy days and thy nights be not 
lonely thou may take unto thee a man as thy  companion. He shall be 
the one who givest up unto thee, freely and of his own will,  his 
stones that his seed be not spilt in thine house."

Madeleine paused. "The Holy Mother is very specific there. 
Elsewhere in the holy book She tells how to prepare a potion that 
when rubbed on his skin 'shall restore unto the man the full flower 
of his manhood that ye may enjoy his companionship and be together 
until parted by death'."

Madeleine went and put her arms round Anton. "And that potion works 
very well for Anton."

They both smiled at me. "Is it beginning to make sense?" Anton 
asked.

"Er yeah. If spilling seed is such a sin, why doesn't our church 
make much of it?"

Madeleine answered immediately. "Because it's patriarchal. It has 
always suited the male priests to gloss over that particular sin. 
And it is a sin directly against God, not another person."

It occurred to me that priests too would need to 'spill their seed' 
from time to time.

"Remember that our church is not for everyone," Madeleine pointed 
out. "Those of us in the Sisterhood are born into it. Only men who 
make the commitment can be part of it."

"And the commitment is to give up the 'stones'?"

"That's it. Jenni knew you wouldn't understand and wasn't prepared 
to ask you to make that commitment."

The mention of Jenni and her sensitivity toward me gave me another 
pang in the heart. She had been right though. If she'd told me what 
the commitment was, without me knowing the reason, I'd have laughed 
at her. 

Madeleine went on to tell me about some other aspects of their 
religion but I wasn't paying too much attention. I was wondering if 
my love for Jenni was strong enough for me to make the commitment.

Needless to say it was a question  that occupied my mind a great 
deal. To spend the rest of my life with Jenni, to make love to such 
a wonderful girl as much as I wanted was such a beautiful, 
attractive idea.

But at what cost? Actually to give up my manhood before I'd even 
got to manhood seemed too great a price. Then again was it such a 
cost? Anton didn't seem to have any regrets, or any loss of 
potency. Ok, he'd had to let Madeleine go with me to get my seed so 
they could have a child but it hadn't bothered him . Would it 
bother me if Jenni ….?  Yes it would. Could I love Jenni's child 
knowing it wasn't mine? Probably. There might be a pang of regret 
that it had come from another man's seed but that isn't really 
anything to do with the child.

It all whirled around in my mind and I could hardly think of 
anything else. The summer holidays were over and it was back to 
school.  Jenni was there. She gave me a friendly smile and a nod 
which knocked all my thought process to pieces like a bowling ball 
striking ten pins. 

My but she was lovely! I watched her walk down the hallway to her 
class and just the swirl of her skirt around her legs as she walked 
had me in a complex blend of lust and love and heart break that was 
unbearable.

"I choose you to spend the rest of my life with." The words came 
into my mind as if she'd just spoken them to me.

At that point I must have decided sub-consciously to make the 
commitment. It was just that another part of me needed to realise 
it.

From then on my life changed. I was able to study better and my 
grades improved. I stopped 'spilling my seed' voluntarily and had 
the most delightful wet dreams in consequence. It even got to the 
stage that fall that I looked forward to going to sleep. The dreams 
were so real that in the morning they were like memories of events 
that had actually happened.  They were so erotic that just 
recalling them got me aroused all over again.

I didn't actually say anything to anyone about my decision. Even as 
my conscious mind came around to the unconscious decision I'd made 
I said nothing to anyone about it. I slowly got used to the idea 
that I was going to give up my balls to Jenni.

I began to wonder about the procedure of actually giving them up. 
Would it hurt?  What about in the showers? Other guys would see I 
was ball-less. That was a concern. Would that rub-on potion work on 
me as well as it did on Anton?

All that term I was in love with Jenni and ecstatically happy about 
it even though I scarcely spoke to her except to exchange smiles as 
we passed in the hallway. Yet it was one Friday when I saw her 
that  I realised something special was going on between us. I'd had 
a particularly vivid dream the night before in which we'd made love 
and Jenni had come to a magnificent series of climaxes that had 
left her breathless and so aroused that even a caress would send a 
delicious tremble of pleasure through her body.

As we passed in the hallway that dream came back to me in its 
fullness. Jenni blushed as she gave me such a sweet shy smile.

Could Jenni know what I was thinking? Could she read my mind? I 
remembered that around the pool last summer she often seemed to 
know  my thoughts. Then again a nude guy with a topless girl - it 
wouldn't take much telepathic ability to know what the guy had on 
his mind. But there was that time Madeleine had laid the table for 
three - how did she know I would arrive with Anton?

I tried an experiment. I thought of Jenni and sent her a message in 
my mind. "Jenni, I love you. I want to make the commitment."

"I love you my darling. If you are sure about giving up your 
testicles for me all will be arranged. You have nothing to worry 
about."

It was Jenny's voice right inside my head as if I'd been listening 
to her through headphones. I looked around but she had disappeared 
into  a classroom.

I'm not a believer in the supernatural and concluded I was just 
kidding myself. I told myself that because I wanted Jenni so much 
my own mind had created the effect.

I worked hard and played hard that term. I got the highest marks in 
my year at the end of term exams. That surprised everyone, 
including me. I'd always thought of myself as an average student.

Winter was early that year and on the last day of term there was 
heavy snow that blocked the roads. They closed the school early and 
I found myself walking home with Jenni. Two things surprised me. 
One was that I was now taller than her. I realised that I had 
stopped thinking of myself as a skinny kid too. Hell I was sixteen 
now. Almost a man. And I was taller than Jenni!

The other surprise was that although we'd kept apart all through 
the term, and I'd more or less got over the heart-ache from her 
dumping me, I still loved her. It wasn't the immature love I'd had 
last summer at her pool where I'd simply been totally in lust with 
her incredibly beautiful body. Now I could appreciate the whole 
woman: her self confidence, her poise, how easy she was to talk to, 
her sense of humour and the mature human warmth that she seemed to 
radiate.

During that walk we conversed with each other as adults. It was 
actually kind of funny and made me feel all grown up. Talking to a 
girl and being interested in what she had to say, rather than 
speculating about her underwear and the possibility of getting 
inside it was a novel experience. Of course, it might just have 
been due to the concealment provided by her winter clothing 

This was her last year at high school. Next year for her would be 
college. She was going to do Pharmacy as a major subject. "But I 
might take a year out," she told me.

"What for?"

"To fulfil my destiny." She said it with that cute, shy smile as if 
it had some special meaning that I ought to know. It was probably 
something to do with her religion and I wished I'd listened more 
closely when Madeleine had been telling me about it. I knew just 
enough to know there was a lot more to it than simply removing a 
guy's balls.

That cute shy smile was so lovely I had to smile back. We held 
hands the rest of the way home.

We were home early. She invited me in to her place which we had to 
ourselves. We had coffee and something to eat. Then we kissed and 
Jenni with a mischievous smile said "Would you do something for me?"

"Sure anything."

"Take off all your clothes."

So much for being mature and grown up and listening to the woman 
instead of  trying to get inside her pants! I was back to normal.

"Of course, if you're too shy …"

So what the heck! I stripped. Once again I had that feeling of 
sweet disadvantage at being nude with a fully dressed girl. She 
looked at me and touched my body, kind of feeling the texture of my 
skin and the muscles under it. She stood in front of me with her 
hands on my shoulders.

"You've changed since last summer. You're almost a man now. You are 
beautiful."

I don't think any guy ever thinks of himself as beautiful but if 
that's what Jenni thought it was fine by me.

Her hands moved lightly down over my chest, across the stomach with 
her finger tips lightly brushing the skin.

Then she knelt down, took my prick in both hands and gently kissed 
it. 

As far as spilling seed was concerned we were on dangerous ground. 
She stood up, snuggled up against me and put her arms around me and 
we kissed again.

We necked on the settee for a while. It was so lovely and so 
frustrating. My pre-come was making a mess on her  dress so she 
hitched it up and my prick was resting on her uncovered thigh. I 
knew that necking wasn't enough. I needed to make love to this 
girl. 

Gently she took my balls in her hand and whispered  "Are you still 
sure you want to make the commitment?"

"Yes. Oh yes I'm sure." 

"And you'll be with me for life?"

"And beyond if you want."

"Would next Easter be all right? It would be a good time to do it."

"Yes. Ok."

"Would you like me to make you come?"

"Eh?!! God! Yes please."

Jenni got up and went out for a moment or two and came back with a 
condom. She removed it from the foil and slipped it on me in one 
smooth movement with just one hand. Where had she learnt that 
skill? I'd tried putting a condom on myself and had fumbled around 
trying to unroll it down the shaft.

"I practised with a piece of broom handle. You just make a circle 
from finger and thumb, press on the outer ring and it unrolls 
easily."

"Oh! " That was something I hadn't known.

"This is a first time for me. Later I'll ask you how it was and 
whether I did it right."

I was rather surprised to see that Jenni was taking this very 
seriously and was actually nervous. Her hands were shaking.

She held my prick in both hands and said a short prayer in a 
strange language. It was probably the same language that Madeleine 
had used that time. Having a girl say a prayer while she's holding 
your prick is one almighty turn on in a weird sort of way and I had 
to use every bit of self control. 

The wank was a touch of heaven. She started slowly with a light, 
full wrist grip which gradually tightened so that it moved the skin 
with it. Then she changed to a finger and thumb grip behind the 
head and got faster.

For a first timer this girl was a natural. She even sensed I was 
approaching the point of no return and stopped for a moment for me 
to get control. Then she started again from the beginning. This 
time she took me right through. My loaded balls emptied their come 
into the condom and filled it.

I of course was spent.

Jenni carefully removed the condom and went out with it. I just lay 
on the settee.
She returned with a cloth and cleaned me up.

"Thank you Jenni. That was wonderful."

She smiled at me, kissed my forehead and suggested I get dressed 
before anyone else came home.

Afterwards I wondered about this spilling seed business. Maybe 
their Holy Mother gave them a sort of dispensation at times like 
these. It seemed to me that the Deity, whoever He/She/It was, 
showed a complete lack of practicality in trying to impose a ban on 
guys spilling seed. Onan had certainly had a raw deal to get slain 
for it. In the end I decided that I just didn't understand and 
forgot about it.

That holiday I also got to know Jenni's parents.  Or rather Jenni's 
Mom and her life companion. He was fit looking guy in his fifties, 
good head of hair and he radiated energy and assurance. He was a 
pharmacist so probably that had something to do with Jenni's choice 
of career.  Mom was an older version of Jenni. For a woman in her 
forties she was slim, unlined and attractive. She gave me the 
impression that she had everything under control and was totally 
self confidant. 

I was surprised at their ready acceptance of me as a life companion 
for Jenni. I'd half expected something like a job interview from 
them for the position but they just seemed to take me on trust. 
They made me welcome, were friendly and went out of their way to 
make me feel that I was going to be part of the family.

Jenni and her Mom had the same attitude to the impending commitment 
as the women in my family had toward weddings. They fussed about 
it, hardly spoke of anything else and were generally interested and 
enthusiastic.

Jenni's Mom, who by that stage I was comfortable to call Monique, 
had a quiet word alone with me one day in February  before 
Easter. "It will be lovely to have you in our family," she told me.

"Thank you,"

"What I wanted to say, there's nothing in this that stops you from 
continuing your education and building a career, same as anyone 
else."

"No." It hadn't occurred to me that there should be.

"So until you are in a position to do so, you don't have to support 
Jenni or yourself."

"Oh I see. Yes."

"Jenny's going to college. You will too. So it may be a few years 
before you are able to take up a normal life companionship."

"Yes. Er - it will."

"Of course, as you have both made the commitment you will want to 
spend time together."

I took that to mean than not only would I be allowed to have sex 
with Jenni, but I was expected to. That was certainly fine by me.

Monique smiled and I knew she knew what I was thinking. I decided I 
should learn to keep a poker face. "The other thing," she 
continued, "is the actual commitment."

"No one has said much about it. What happens?"

"There is a brief ceremony. And there is also some minor surgery. I 
want you to know that it is absolutely painless. The recovery time 
is one day."

Ï nodded.

"I'm not allowed to tell you what happens but every guy I ever 
known who's gone through it has thoroughly enjoyed it." There was 
something of a twinkle in her eye as she spoke. It made me look 
forward to it.

"One other thing. You saw Anton. He was cut clean there."

I remembered Anton looked as though he'd never had balls or 
scrotum. He'd been clean behind his penis. 

"Because you are still at school and have group showers we have to 
spare you any embarrassment. You'll be fitted with prosthetic 
testes so you won't look any different at all. No one will be able 
to tell."

I'd been vaguely worried about that and had decided to deal with 
the problem when it occurred. Now it wouldn't occur.

During the run up to Easter Jenni and I spent a lot of time 
together and she brought me off frequently. Always by hand, always 
with a condom and a preliminary prayer in that strange language. I 
never got to see her nude though and she seldom let me see her 
topless.

It was about a week before the ceremony that Monique introduced me 
to  two more members of the Sisterhood, Celeste and Adèle. Celeste 
was in her thirties, a tall slim brunette. Adèle, her daughter, was 
about twelve and just coming into puberty. 

Celeste was a warm friendly person, perfectly poised and with those 
elegant social skills that women of the Sisterhood possessed.  Her 
daughter was friendly too but just a little shy. We greeted each 
other.

"Celeste is the one who will assist you in making the commitment," 
Monique told me. She is very experienced and has done it many 
times. You are completely safe in her hands." 

Monique and Jenni withdrew and left me with Celeste and Adèle in 
the living room.

"Please undress, Andrew. There is some preliminary work we need to 
do to get you ready for the commitment ceremony."

I looked in surprise at Celeste. In the floral shift dress that 
showed off her figure to perfection and heels she was the essence 
of lovely, unattainable, respectable, femininity. And this is the 
woman who is going to cut off my balls?

"Oh, Adèle is my assistant. She's learning. I do hope you don't 
mind."

Adèle was wearing dark blue corduroy trousers, court shoes and a 
beige knitted woollen sweater. She was tall for her age, slender 
and had just tiny bumps where one day her breasts would be. Her 
long hair, a shade lighter than her mother's, was tied back in a 
neat pony tail. At that point she was busy in the doctor's black 
bag that Celeste had brought with her.

I undressed. It flashed through my mind that the whole Sisterhood 
must like guys to be nude.

Celeste gave me an appraising look. "Yes Andrew, you are a lovely 
specimen of manhood. Don't you think so Adèle?"

Adèle looked, smiled and blushed. "Yes," she said and turned back 
to her black bag. She produced from the bag a smallish glass jar 
containing a clear green gel  and gave it to her mother.

"This is to remove body hair in preparation for the ceremony." 
Celeste told me. "It's much better than shaving."

Celeste unscrewed the lid and was about to start applying it. She 
stopped. "Adèle, I think you should do this. I've shown you enough 
times."

Adèle was trying to look serious as she took the jar from her 
mother. She dipped two fingers into the gel and began rubbing it on 
my chest in a circular motion. I noticed she had well manicured 
finger nails, coated with a clear nail varnish.

I didn't have much hair on my chest but she worked carefully, 
making sure it was rubbed well in. To reach my chest she had to 
stand close and I could feel my prick pressing against her 
corduroy. Adèle must have felt it too. She kept her eyes modestly 
downcast on my chest where she was working and wouldn't meet my 
gaze. However she was blushing very prettily.  Celeste was 
supervising. making sure that the thoroughness of application was 
up to standard and keeping an eye that all was according to plan

"Adèle, I think you are going to get your clothes dirty." 

Adèle gave her mother a glance, and without speaking removed her 
cord pants, folded them neatly and put them down. She did the same 
with her sweater. She resumed work in just her court shoes and 
white cotton briefs. She knelt to apply the gel  to my abdomen, 
ignoring my prick in her face as she worked. 

Of course all I could think of was the part she would be doing 
next. Just as she was about to get to it Jenni and Monique returned 
with sandwiches and coffee for all.

"Finish gelling up," Celeste told her daughter.

This left me standing nude, green paste all over my chest and 
stomach and Adèle applying more of it to my pubic hair. The rest 
were looking on with total interest and a kind of approval. It 
reminded me of once, when I was a very young boy, too young to 
count so I could be present.  I had a grown up cousin who was about 
to be married and my mom and a whole load of other women were there 
as my cousin tried on her wedding dress. It was exactly the same 
kind of interest. Except this time it was me and not a dress they 
were admiring.

Adèle's soft hands worked the gel into my pubic hair, also the hair 
on, around and behind my balls. Finally she rubbed the gel into the 
hair growing at the root of my prick. She was very thorough.

As Adèle stood, that part of the work complete, Celeste told me 
that we had to wait half an hour to let the gel work. Meanwhile 
there were coffee and sandwiches to be consumed.

I couldn't get used to how casually the females were accepting my 
nudity. They acted as if it were perfectly right and proper that I 
should be nude. They even took my erection in their stride except 
that I sense a general  air of approval for it.

Jenni seemed like she was showing me off and kept looking at me 
with secret loving lustful glances that promised pleasures to come. 
I noticed Adèle standing by the table, licking her lips as she 
concentrated on folding napkins, pressing her pube against the 
corner of the table top which was just the right height. She saw me 
looking at her and gave me a sort of conspiratorial smile.

"Adèle," her mother said and Adèle moved away from the table, 
looking very serious. She wasn't in the least self conscious at 
being only in shoes and panties.

"I think we should move on," Celeste said, the chairperson calling 
the meeting to order after a smoke break. Adèle took a sheet from 
her bag, spread it on the floor and got me to stand on it. Then 
with a sort of towelling cloth she rubbed the now dried gel off my 
chest and with it all the hair that had been growing there. It fell 
down in flakes onto the sheet. She carefully got every last trace 
of gel off and moved down to the abdomen where she repeated the 
process.

I was only too acutely aware of what was coming next and I kept my 
eyes focussed on Jenni who was looking back at me.  It was 
reassuring somehow. Adèle was on her knees again, using a smaller 
piece of towelling for the genital area. She so delicately held my 
prick out of the way as she gently wiped the gel off my balls and 
surrounding area. Finally she took a firmer grip and wiped off the 
gel from the root of my prick.

My torso and genitals were completely hairless. The treated skin 
felt soft and smooth. Celeste ran a testing hand over my chest, 
presumably  to check there was no stubble. Monique did the same 
with my stomach. Jenni cupped my balls and stroked my prick. That 
was more a gesture of love than to test for stubble.

Having no pubic hair kind of made me feel nuder than nude. I'd 
begun to get used to the situation but now I was getting 
embarrassed all over again. After all that attention I had the 
feeling that a spontaneous ejaculation was imminent. I had to 
concentrate hard to avoid it.

"Jenni, we can't leave him like that," Monique said. "Shouldn't you 
er …?"

Adèle had folded up the sheet with the flakes of gel and hair and 
put it away. She produced a blue sheet and spread it on the floor. 
Jenni got me to lay on it, produced a condom that she must have had 
on her.

'Oh Lord! Now a public wanking,' I thought in a curious mixture of 
delight and embarrassment. The others seated themselves on the 
floor around me as if to be participants.

Jenni slid on the condom in one smooth movement. She was about to 
start when she looked at her mother. Her mother nodded and with 
emotional tears in her eyes moved into the working position as 
Jenni moved away. Jenni sat with my head resting on her lap so that 
I could see what was happening

Monique held my prick. When she said the prayer all the others 
joined in and said it with her. There was a sort of solemnity about 
the occasion. 

Monique's approach reminded me of a woman about to change her 
grandchild's diaper for the first time: bags of experience but 
somewhat out of practice. She seemed quite nervous as she initially 
grasped the shaft. I sensed the others around us were rooting for 
her. Jenni was holding my right hand in both of hers.

The first few strokes were actually quite tentative but as if it 
were all coming back to her she grew in confidence and expertise. 
Despite the condom she teased my prick and sent ripples of pleasure 
surging through my body. She stopped before it was too late and 
resumed when it was time. I just lay there, passive, and my whole 
body was one centre of total pleasure.

Finally Monique's hand took me past no return and it built up to a 
feeling of almost unbearable pleasure radiating outwards from my 
prick. Jenni was squeezing my hand as I creamed. Monique worked me 
through the ejaculation until I was spent.

In that golden afterglow Jenni leant over and lovingly kissed me. 
The condom was removed. Jenni was still kissing me and someone, I 
think it was Adèle, was cleaning me up.

"Not much longer now. We'll be able to make love properly," Jenni 
said. I reached up and touched a breast through her clothes. I even 
surprised myself. Here I was having lustful thoughts immediately 
after an ejaculation. 

"Perhaps you ought to get dressed."

The others had all gone out of the room although Adèle's sweater 
and pants were still where she'd put them.

She came in for her clothes as Jenni was brushing my hair after I'd 
got dressed.

"Thank you, Adèle. You made a good job  of preparing him."

Adèle was pleased with the compliment. "My pleasure. And he is a 
lovely guy." 

She pulled on her sweater and put on her pants. They had a zipper 
on each hip.

She left us and Jenni looked at me. "See you at the commitment 
then?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world." I kissed her once more.

Again I was surprised that at the end of the Easter term I'd made 
straight 'A's for the term and got highest marks for the year in 
the end of term tests. Maybe I was brighter than I'd thought.

Easter was early that year and so was spring. It was a pleasant 
sunny morning but still on the chilly side as I waited around at 
home for Anton to collect me for the commitment. He came at ten.

We drove in his station wagon to his place where I was to get 
changed. "Jenni made this herself." He handed me a pale blue cotton 
garment, elaborately and beautifully embroidered with images of 
birds and plants. It must have been a colossal labour of love. It 
looked like there were over a million tiny stitches in it. 

I stripped off, put it on and Anton laced it up across the 
shoulders. It was a cape. My arms were held inside its loose fit. 
It came down to my knees and was fairly heavy. I had an idea that 
the gold thread in it really was gold. There were some sandals too 
that I had to put on.

Anton had changed into a similar outfit except that his was a plain 
grey gown with sleeves. 

I would have said that I knew my county. I'd spent many an hour 
cycling around it including the obscure dirt roads. It wasn't a 
long drive but it was some place in the sticks I'd never seen 
before. It seemed to be a church of some kind, nestling in its 
pastoral setting, but it wasn't like any church I'd ever been in.

A group of women, dressed in gowns like Anton's but more colourful 
and belted at the waist, were waiting for us. I recognised Monique, 
Celeste and Adèle in the group. No sign of Jenni. 

Inevitably I found myself wondering if these women were also nude 
under their gowns. Then I noticed the outline of a bra strap and 
decided they weren't. On the other hand, they must have known that 
I was.

Anton handed me over to Monique who took my hand and led me into 
the building. The others formed up behind to create a procession. 
There was that same sense of twittering female excitement that you 
get at ordinary weddings. In the ante-chamber we paused before a 
drawn velvet curtain. Monique whispered in my ear "Just take your 
cue from Jenni and the priestess as you go through the ceremony.  
Basically you simply have to let it all happen.."

I looked at her, gave a nervous grimace and swallowed.

"Just enjoy it. This is one time you'll be centre stage. And we 
have people from all  over the world here today."

That piece of news didn't help at all.

There must have been a cue that I missed. "Here we go,"  Monique 
whispered.

The curtains parted silently and we walked slowly along a tunnel to 
emerge in the centre of a circular auditorium, much larger than I 
would have expected from the outside. Seats, were around three 
quarters of the circle. On the fourth side, opposite the tunnel, 
was a kind of altar arrangement. The lighting was churchlike.  Pan 
pipes were playing solemn music. 

I could see that it was practically a full house. Suddenly I got 
the most awful butterflies in my stomach and a sense of panic. 
Being centre stage, as Monique had put it, was not my scene at all. 
I would have fled if Monique hadn't been holding my hand. 

And I was centre stage, literally. Monique and I were on a round 
podium facing the congregation. The rest of the procession had 
formed around us. Then Jennie came and took hold of my other hand.  
I saw she was wearing a gown that exactly matched my cape. She 
looked so beautiful. She gave me a shy smile and I could see that 
she too was nervous. Her nervousness helped me to cope with my own, 
as if I had to be strong for both of us.

The pipes died away and a voice said something in that language. 
The whole congregation rose and chanted what must have been a 
prayer. Monique and Jenni were saying it too. 

Then the congregation sat, the rest of the procession took seats 
that had been reserved for them in the front and Monique left Jenni 
and me alone on the podium. For some reason I was afraid to move 
and stood motionless like a statue. A priestess in a white robe 
with purple edging appeared and addressed the congregation.

"Sisters and companions, welcome here today. We are gathered to 
witness the lifetime vows that that Genevieve and Andrew will make 
at this commitment ceremony."

It hadn't occurred to me before that Jenni's full name was 
Genevieve.

"As you know, Andrew was not raised in our Sisterhood, yet his love 
for Genevieve is strong enough for him to make the commitment and 
to join us. Let us give thanks to Holy Mother for this 
strengthening."

The was a period of silence as, presumably, they prayed their 
thanks.

"Now it is time for the vows."

The Priestess turned to face us, her back to the 
congregation. "Genevieve Windham, Do you accept the commitment that 
this man is making unto you? Will you be his companion for the rest 
of your life? Will you attend to his needs and love him for all of 
his days on Earth?"

"I do and I will." Jenni spoke in a clear, strong voice. She meant 
what she was saying.

Now it was my turn. " Andrew Grayne, are you prepared to love 
Genevieve for the rest of your life, to be her companion and 
consort through good times and bad? To tend her and to meet her 
needs?"

Somehow I knew what to say. "I am so prepared."

"And are you prepared to give up unto her  your testicles, freely 
and of your will, as a symbol of your love and respect, and to 
ensure that no seed of yours will be wastefully and wantonly spilt 
in her household."

"I am so prepared."

"Remove the cape," instructed the priestess.

Jenni pulled at the shoulder cords on the cape which Anton had 
laced up earlier. The cords loosened and the cape fell to the 
ground. She knelt to pick it up and I stepped out of it. The cape 
was passed to a member of the procession who came forward to 
collect it. So there I was, standing naked with not even pubic hair 
for cover before this congregation. As I absorbed this situation my 
prick responded and gained an erection before their very eyes.  A 
restrained murmur of approval came from the congregation.

The priestess nodded to Celeste who came forward, Adèle came too, 
carrying  an ornate looking box which she set down on the ground. 
This time it was a clear gel which Adèle applied generously around 
my genital area. She took her time. In some weird way I was loving 
this humiliation in front of the congregation. 

The gel applied Adèle stepped back. Celeste stepped forward and 
injected me in  the area  where the abdomen meets the pelvis,  just 
above my prick. She put in one shot on each side. Presumably this 
was anaesthetic.

While this was taking effect the Priestess led the congregation in 
a prayer, again in that language of theirs. 

"They are praying for us," Jenni told me.

Then the priest said quietly to me "Now you must ask Genevieve to 
accept the gift. Speak so that the congregation will hear. You know 
what to say."

Jenni and I turned to face each other. The words came into my 
head. "Genevieve, I ask you to take my testicles from me as a gift 
of love from me to you."

"I accept your testicles as a gift of love." Jenni was holding a 
small gold box. Somehow I knew that once my balls were in that box 
I was hers for ever. I didn't mind one bit. Jenni had never looked 
so lovely and she was all dewy and misty eyed as she gazed at me.

There was a wooden frame arrangement at the back of the podium. 
Celeste and Adèle brought it forward to me and strapped me to it. I 
was still standing upright but supported and constrained by the 
frame. Jenni held my right hand and just looked lovingly at me. I 
looked at her. I was starting to get nervous.

Those pan pipes were playing again. I could sense the intense 
interest of the congregation as Celeste approached me with the 
scalpel. I felt the incisions she made in my lower abdomen but 
there was no pain. Adèle pushed first one, then the other testicle 
out of the scrotum, and worked them up behind the skin until they 
slid out through the incisions.

Celeste was doing something down there. I couldn't see what and I 
couldn't take my eyes away from Jenni. She was looking at me, 
urging me to be brave and steadfast. 

There was total silence.  Celeste was ready. I realised she was 
waiting for me to give the word. Jenni was waiting too, and so was 
the whole congregation. There was a tension in the air, a kind of 
excitement.

This was it. The moment. I took a breath. "Cut."

I felt ripples surge up through my stomach as Celeste cut off both 
my testicles at the same time. There was a murmuring from the 
audience. Then the pipe music swelled into a joyous anthem and was 
joined by other pipes.

Adèle produced the prostheses and inserted them. I could feel 
plastic balls slipping into place in my scrotum.

The pipe music continued as Celeste cleaned the wounds and, instead 
of stitching as I'd expected, closed them with a transparent sticky 
tape.

I was starting to feel a little light headed. There was a kind of 
unreality about everything. The Priestess had Jenni's gold box, 
presumably with my testicles in it. She put it on a small dais and 
as it rotated a laser beam welded the lid closed. The priestess 
took the box and handed it to me. It wasn't hot, it was heavy. I 
took it with both hands and handed it to Jenni. She took it and 
kissed me.

It was as well that the straps to the framework were supporting me. 
I was having trouble standing. Very difficult to concentrate, to be 
aware of what was happening. Everything seemed such a long way off 
and …

"Wake up Andrew, it's almost lunch time." Mom's voice pulled me 
from a lazy comfortable doze.

Gee! Had it all been a dream? I checked myself. There was no body 
hair, there was sticky tape on my abdomen. I gave my balls a 
squeeze and knew they were plastic.

Well I was awake. Confused but no chance of going back to sleep. I 
got out of bed and saw the clothes I'd had on yesterday. They were 
in a crumpled heap by the bed. In some way that small touch of 
normality was reassuring.

In the pocket of my jeans was a small jar similar to the gel jars 
that Celeste used. In it was the cream to replace the hormone from 
my testicles. I smeared some on my chest and worked it in like 
Adèle had done. Then I put on my shirt and went downstairs.

Mom as usual was concerned for me. "You ok Andrew? You were acting 
a bit strange when you got in last night."

"I'm fine."

"You hadn't been drinking had you?"

"No. Course not. What's for lunch then?"

I was starving. It occurred to me that I'd scarcely eaten since 
yesterday's breakfast.

Hash, egg and bacon are as good as it gets in my book. Mom was 
reassured by how I put it away.

Mom needed to go shopping which was why she'd woken me up. She'd 
have liked me to go with her but I wanted to get over to Jenni's. I 
could scarcely hide my eagerness until I heard her car pull out of 
our drive.

I gave her a few minutes and then went to Jenni's house. It was 
locked and empty. I climbed the wall to get to the back. Nothing. 
No one. I looked through the windows. Everything was neat and tidy. 
No sign of habitation. It occurred to me that it was too neat and 
tidy, even by the Windham's standards. It looked kind of unlived 
in, like an unoccupied hotel suite.

The door in the wall was only bolted from the inside, not locked. I 
let myself out and walked around to the front of the house. I saw 
two oldish guys dressed in black overcoats standing in the road 
looking at the house. They saw me  and came over.

"Good morning, young man." They seemed very formal. There was 
something kind of old-fashioned about the accent.

As a courtesy I tried to match their tone. "Good morning Sir." 

"Would you help us please. We're looking for Mr. and Mrs. Windham."

It occurred to me they were priests but black scarves were covering 
their collars. "This is the Windham's house but no one is there."

"Hmm." They looked at each other, sort of annoyed that the 
Windham's were all out.

"I could take a message Sir."

"Thank you young man, but no. We'll call again later."

They turned and walked off down the road. Odd that they were on 
foot.

I cycled over to Anton and Madeleine's place. No one there. Same as 
at Jenni's they'd gone out leaving the house immaculately tidy. I 
looked around and found the back door unlocked. I went in. It was a 
big place and only a few of the rooms were furnished. However what 
furniture there was seemed to my inexpert eye to be of excellent 
quality.  The basement was almost completely empty. No bed, no 
scent of pine like I remembered. The table was there and a candle 
with a box of matches. I lit the candle. Where the bed had been 
were two small jars standing on a piece of paper. On the paper it 
said in perfect copper plate handwriting "for Andrew." 

I put the jars in my pocket. It looked like they contained hormone 
replacement cream. I kept the piece of paper too.

Back on the ground floor I looked out of the library window and saw 
those two guys in black overcoats. I'm fairly sure they were the 
same two as at Jenni's but they were too distant to be certain. 
They didn't see me. I watched them as they came up the path and 
knocked on the front door. I slipped out the back and hid in the 
pool sun deck. A few moments later I saw them come round. They 
tried the back door and went into the house. They probably looked 
around as I had. Minutes later they came out again and walked off.

I gave them time to get clear and rode off. I tried to find the 
church where Anton had taken me in his car for the commitment. I 
couldn't remember the way.

And that is the end of my story. I never saw any of them again. 
Time went on. I went to college, graduated, got a job. I had a few 
dates, nothing serious. No girl I ever met could hold a candle to 
my memory of Jenni. The hormone cream lasted until I was  at 
college and when it was gone the college medical people organised a 
substitute.

Later I decided to go for a PhD,  and this iceberg investigation 
came up as a good opportunity.

I've been lax about taking my testosterone on the iceberg. For one 
thing it's too cold. Loss of libido is a positive advantage in the 
Antarctic where having a pee is an ordeal, yet alone try and do 
anything else with the penis, and with ice cold hands.

The iceberg has moved into warmer waters and is melting. Time to 
get off. A melting iceberg can turn over without warning and that's 
dangerous. I've set up the radio beacons and remote metrology gear 
so we will continue to get data.  My gear is all packed ready to go 
and I can see the helicopter approaching. The pilot will be the 
first human I've spoken to in months. That's something I'm looking 
forward to.

*********************************************

The four other guys on the twin engine Cessna bound for Broad 
Island were all eunuchs like me. The pilot was a girl and she'd had 
a silly smirk on her face when she'd met her nutless passengers. 
Broad Island was in the Caribbean, owned and controlled by the 
Broad Island Foundation. The Foundation was some sort of feminist 
organisation committed to improving the lot of women in society at 
large. The summer school was to train girls to take leadership 
roles in their later lives. That was all I knew about it as we made 
a perfect landing on the small grass airstrip. 

Jane Ironside, MA (Oxon), head of the summer school for girls 
welcomed us and gave an induction talk over coffee and snacks.

" … now for your role in all this. Men are part of the world and we 
need to have a few males around to keep our girls aware of that. It 
happens we do encourage nudity on the island so we thought it would 
be safer to advertise specifically for eunuchs. Please do not take 
hormone substitute while you are here. You will be assigned jobs 
according to your skills and abilities and you will be expected to 
pass on that knowledge and skill to the girls."

It seemed fairly congenial to me. Ms. Ironside told us that clothes 
were optional for us eunuchs and we could please ourselves what we 
wore. The girls all knew we were eunuchs.

I was assigned the task of maintaining the little fleet of small 
sailing boats, as well as teaching the girls to sail and repair 
them. In my spare time I enjoyed talking to the other eunuchs, the 
female staff and occasionally the girls.

One thing I've learnt as a eunuch: generally any female will accord 
any full male a certain amount of respect simply because he is 
male. There is even a degree of deference in their behaviour toward 
a male. However this disappears once they know that the guy is a 
eunuch. Then they will either treat the guy as an equal same as 
they would another female or as some kind of human inferior, 
according to their own life experiences.

The staff all treated us as equals. Some of the girls, however,  
enjoyed feeling superior to us. They were acutely aware of their 
status as sexual beings and therefore superior to us neuters. It 
didn't bother me at all. I knew that immediately I started using 
hormone cream again I could be as sexual as anyone else. Some of 
the guys resented it but one of them, Edwin,  positively loved it. 
The girls soon picked up on that and played him up. They also 
teased the guys that resented it. They treated me as just another 
member of staff.

With all that sunshine it was easy to fit in and be nude most of 
the time. Having a shrunken penis was no embarrassment as the four 
other penises around were also tiny. 

I enjoyed the work, the company and also I was making good progress 
with my thesis. At this rate I would have the first draft ready by 
the end of the summer.

I actually enjoyed teaching the girls. My boat repair and sailing 
classes seemed quite popular so I suppose the girls thought I was 
of some benefit to them. Over and above that they often asked me 
about life in general and they seemed to accept that my brain was 
male even if my body wasn't. They asked a lot of question to learn 
more how a male thinks. We were all quite unselfconscious at being 
nude having a discussion on the nature of male sexuality.

I would have been perfectly content there except for two little 
girls, about ten and eight. They were sisters and they reminded me 
so much of Jenni. Until I noticed them I would have said I'd more 
or less got over Jenni and consigned my memories of her to some 
undisturbed part of my brain. They weren't in any of the groups I 
dealt with so I didn't get to know them at all. I'd noticed that 
they had tiny gold rings fitted to their labia. Quite a few of the 
girls had them and when I'd asked about it I was told that it was 
just a fashion, like pierced ears. You could easily see the rings 
on pre-pubescent girls like those two sisters. On the older girls 
who had them  the rings were concealed by pubic hair although you’d 
get the occasional flash of sunlight off the gold. Presumably those 
girls were guaranteed virgins.

I was looking at those two youngsters and thinking of Jenni when 
Ms. Ironside came up to me. "Do you know those children Mr. Grayne?"

"No ma'am. But they do remind me of someone I once knew."

She looked like she was going to ask me about it but thought better 
of it. Instead she asked me if I could handle Broad Islander. Broad 
Islander was a forty foot Bermuda rigged sea going yacht that was 
dry on the slipway. Two of the other eunuchs had been painting her 
hull and now she was ready for a relaunch.

"Yes ma'am." One of the nice incidental side benefits of 
oceanography is that you get to go hands-on on boats like Broad 
Islander. Along the way  I'd collected a master's ticket for that 
class of yacht. I was fairly certain that Ms. Ironside had checked 
my file before she'd asked me.

"Tomorrow then I'd like you to wet her bottom. We'll have a shake 
down trip to Buccaneer Island. The charts are in the chandlery, 
along with the rest of the stuff."

"I'll see to it ma'am."  There was something about Ms. Ironside 
that made a person want to call her "ma'am." She had introduced 
herself as Jean and would have been quite happy to be addressed by 
her first name. However she possessed a dignity and air of 
authority that commanded respect. For me to call her Jean would 
have been inappropriate. 

I spent the rest of that day preparing Broad Islander and checking 
her out. I was looking forward to the trip to Buccaneer Island. 
That evening I did a little research and found that Buccaneer 
Island was also owned by the Foundation. One thing was for sure: 
the Foundation had been very well funded.

I'd just about finished for the evening when one of the senior 
girls knocked on the door of my room with a message. Would I call 
in at Ms. Ironside's cottage at my earliest convenience? She 
actually put it like that.

Now what? Probably Ms. Ironside wanted to cancel the voyage. Pity.

The one real disadvantage of not having testosterone in the blood 
is that you get fat hips and backside, like a woman. This happens 
despite any amount of diet and physical exercise. During my stay 
between the iceberg and coming here I'd not bothered with hormone 
replacement so now, as I walked across to Ms. Ironside's cottage I 
was aware of floppy flesh and felt disgusted at the shape I was in. 
I almost went back to put on some shorts. Instead I decided to ask 
her if she'd mind if I used a basal dose of testosterone just to 
keep off the fat.

As it turned out I got more than a basal dose. Ms. Ironside got me 
to shower and then with her own hands rubbed the gel into my chest. 
She seemed to enjoy the doing of it too. Was this sexual 
harassment? Was I going to be seduced by my own boss? I hoped not 
as I knew any performance that I could deliver would not meet her 
needs.

"I noticed you and the other eunuchs are getting a little bunsy and 
hippy, Mr. Grayne. I think I should rescind the ban on hormone 
replacement to get you all back in shape."

"Thank you ma'am."

"Is everything ready on Broad Islander?"

"Yes ma'am." I couldn't figure out the point of all this. She 
seemed very cordial and friendly. I was pretty sure that it wasn't 
sexual but I had no doubt that Ms. Ironside was very happy about 
something. Afterwards Ms. Ironside wanted to chat and we did so 
over a glass of fine dry sherry, or two, or three. She got out of 
me my life story from the time I left school. She seemed fascinated 
by it. The one thing she didn't ask was how I became a eunuch. For 
not asking I had to admire her good manners. I had a feeling she 
was dying to ask me about it.

By the time the conversation was over some hours had elapsed and 
the gel was working. I became aware of Ms Ironside's nudity, her 
fine figure and her lovely generous breasts.  She must have been in 
her 40s but she was still attractive. Of course I also became self 
conscious of my own nudity and Tiny Tim down there was beginning to 
wake up from a long hibernation.

"I see the gel is taking effect Mr. Grayne. Do I detect a very 
sincere compliment there?"

I blushed. She was delighted. "I think I will let you get some rest 
Mr. Grayne. Tomorrow there is work to be done."

I woke up next morning with a raging hard on and indulged in a 
quick wank to relieve it. Quite like old times. I showered, gelled 
up and put on some shorts for the day. Wouldn't do to let the girls 
see a man with an erection. Then for good measure I had a shave. 
That hadn't been necessary for a long while.

I enjoyed all that lovely nude female flesh on unselfconscious 
display as I strolled over to the slipway. A libido is an odd 
thing: without it you don't miss it. With it there is both pleasure 
and frustration. 

I forced my mind back to the task in  hand. Broad Islander was on a 
cradle which ran on rails down the slipway to the water. All that 
was necessary was to hammer out the chocks, pay out the wire rope 
from the winch and she would roll down the slipway. When the water 
was deep enough she would float off the cradle.

The crew and I floated her without incident. Ms. Ironside had 
selected four senior girls as crew and she herself was coming as 
passenger. I motored out of the bay, unfurled the sails and we were 
away.  The wind was just pleasant but from the wrong direction. 
We'd have to tack to Buccaneer Island. The boat handled well, the 
girls knew what to do and did it.

I did my best to conceal my restored libido from the girls but they 
sensed it. Automatically they sat with their legs together which 
normally they didn't bother to do. They were aware of their nudity 
and self conscious. Ms. Ironside noticed too. "Don't ever quote me 
on this Mr. Grayne but sometimes I think feminism is a lost cause."

"Really Ms. Ironside?"

"Look at these girls. They're all highly intelligent sensible young 
ladies. Put a man amongst them and they're acting like giggling 
idiots."

"I hadn't noticed, ma'am."

She gave me a look. "Liar. But a good one."

"Thank you ma'am." I couldn't quite suppress the smile,

Ms. Ironside noticed it and she smiled as she moved away.

Whereas Broad Island is for schoolgirls, Buccaneer Island is a post 
graduate establishment. At least that is the vibe it gave off. 
There were plenty of young women around, all of them seemed very 
bright and earnest, even though the dress code was the same as at 
Broad Island. Older women, presumably staff had an academic air 
about them. The girls of my crew were impressed in spite of 
themselves. For once they seemed quite subdued. I noticed I was 
getting a few stares from which I deduced there were few, if any, 
other males here.

No one had met us at the jetty but Ms Ironside was perfectly at 
home as she led us toward an office building. There we were 
introduced to Dr. Delia Dell, a woman of about the same age as Ms. 
Ironside.  She and Ms. Ironside were obviously old friends from way 
back. Dr. Dell was a thin, almost scrawny woman who had made no 
attempt to dye her prematurely grey hair. She would have looked 
much younger and nicer if she had.

As I thought that she put a hand to her hair. For one dreadful 
second it was as if I had spoken my thoughts aloud. Instead she 
winced.

"Mr. Grayne I've had a headache all morning. Please would you go to 
the pharmacy and pick up a preparation they have ready for me 
there?"

"Certainly."

She told me where to find it and I set off. I noticed Ms. Ironside 
was looking at me with an oddly silly smile on her face. Most 
unusual for her. I wondered if there was some stupid trick they 
played on newcomers, like workshops will send new apprentices to 
the stores for a long wait (weight).

I had the same thought as I followed the directions given. People, 
all women of course, seemed to be looking at me with something of a 
grin on their faces. It made me feel self conscious and wary. I was 
looking out for banana skins on the walkway.

There seemed to be an abnormally large group at the pharmacy. I 
told myself that they were all women and this must be were they got 
all their cosmetics and stuff. They moved aside to let me through. 
Actually, I sensed a kind of friendly interest from them. Puzzled I 
went into the shop. After the bright sunlight It seemed quite dim 
inside. Someone in a white coat was doing something with a pestle 
and mortar at the far end. Real pharmacy, I thought. They mix 
potions on the premises. The pharmacist looked up at me as I 
approached and dropped the pestle and mortar on the bench as she 
saw me.

I could only stare.

"Jenni?"

"Andrew !"

Jenni recovered before I did. She emerged from her work station and 
came down to where I was standing. 

She looked at me. I just stared. It was Jenni. Grown up but just as 
beautiful as I'd pictured her all these years. She was looking at 
me with that same dewy moist-eyed look as when I had last seen her. 
The moistness was from tears. My own vision was blurred, probably 
for the same reason.

We embraced. There was a loud cheer. 

Looking round there was a whole crowd of people in the shop and 
outside. Everyone had known the secret but us.  We smiled at them 
and kissed.

Dr. Dell and Ms Ironside were bustling away happily organising high 
tea. They wouldn't let Jenni or me help at all. Jenni's story was 
well known in the Sisterhood. 

Jenni had mentioned persecution right at the start when she told me 
that they kept a low profile but I hadn't realised how actively the 
persecution was exercised. An organisation, the Malleficus 
Maleficarum, was dedicated to eliminating the Sisterhood from the 
face of the Earth by any means available to it. It had been 
attempting to do so for centuries and was so skilled and so 
ruthless that it made any nation's intelligence agency look like a 
nursery school. In turn the Sisterhood had developed its own 
effective defences against the Malleficus.

It happened that the Malleficus had launched an assault on the day 
of our commitment. I learnt with absolute shock that Madeleine and 
Anton had died in the aftermath of that day. The Windhams had got 
away, as had Celeste, Adèle and most of the others.

So many of them were gathered in the one place at our commitment 
that the Sisterhood had been badly weakened and had to reorganise 
itself. The need for secrecy was paramount.  It had taken years but 
at last they were re-established and felt strong enough to find and 
bring in those cast adrift, as I had been.

There was another surprise too. The two little girls who had caught 
my eye were also on  Buccaneer Island. "Say hello to you 
daughters," Ms. Ironside said, as she brought them in.

My daughters?

All of them, Ms. Ironside, Dr. Dell and Jenni, enjoyed my 
bafflement. Only the two little girls were looking at me without 
laughing. For them having a dad was too serious a matter to laugh 
at.

"We stored all your sperm," Jenni told me. "There's still some 
left, too."

I was too astonished to reply.

"After all we'd told you about spilling seed and commitment - you 
surely didn't think we were going to waste it?"

My daughters! I went over to Lynette and Emily and knelt down so 
that I was at their level. They were just staring at me. I was to 
learn later they'd only been told about their father just before 
Ms. Ironside brought them in. 

I said to them, very formally, "I am very happy that you are my 
daughters. In the days to come I would like us to spend time 
together so that we can get to know each other."

My guess that that was what they were thinking was right on the 
mark. Lynette, the elder one smiled at me and Emily wrapped her 
arms around me. I loved them both from that moment on.

We had tea and then Jenni and I had time alone. "Do you know we 
never got to complete our commitment?"

"I did give you my testicles. And we exchanged vows."

"Your first duty as  my life companion was to have taken off my 
labia rings. They've been there since I was a little girl."

"You can't still have them?"

"I do. The girls were born by caesarean section."

"Oh. So I have to take them out?"

"That's right. Under the supervision of a priestess."

"There's always something in our way."

"Not really. It's all arranged. We just take a stroll over to the 
temple. Priestess is waiting for us."

"All right. Let's go."

Jenni smiled. "Eager as ever.  Remember this is part of our 
commitment service. We have to take a shower and get ready."

"I might have known."

Although I'd seen more girls completely nude on Broad Island than 
you could shake a stick at I still wasn't allowed to see Jenni 
nude. "Not until we get to that part of the ceremony," Jenni said.

I could see her logic. The ceremony was so important to her that 
she'd kept her labia rings in these last ten years and even had her 
babies by caesarean to do so. She wanted a proper commitment 
ceremony and a ten year interruption wasn't going to spoil it for 
her.

She produced the same embroidered blue cape for me to put on. She 
herself was in the same matching blue gown. She looked beautiful 
and I told her so.

"That's a bigger compliment than you realise."

"How so?"

"I made this gown to fit me when I was sixteen. Now ten years and 
two children later it still fits me."

"Wow!"

"Of course it isn't quite as loose as it once was."

"It was just dusk as we walked to the temple. It was remarkably 
quiet and empty."

"Where is everyone?"

"They're around, Jenni said.

I might have known. They were all in the temple waiting for us.

It was the same design as the other temple. We emerged from the 
tunnel, the pipes started up and we took our place on the podium, 
where two robed women were already standing. I took them to be 
junior priestesses. The Priestess was Dr. Dell. I saw that she'd 
spent the last hour or so colouring her hair and it really suited 
her. She smiled at me for the thought. Dr. Dell was holding the 
golden box that I'd handed to Jenni before I'd passed out last 
time. She was about to give it to me so that I could give it to 
Jenni when she saw that something was wrong.

"Ahem." Dr. Dell was looking at Jenni to remind her of something.

"Oh yes. Of course."

Jenni reached up and tugged the cord. My cape fell down and once 
again I was stark naked on show, clad only in my sun tan. My blood 
testosterone level was high, The inevitable happened. Tiny Tim had 
been regaining something of his old form and started showing 
himself off. The congregation was delighted and a discrete murmur 
of approval went around the assembly.

The Priestess, Dr. Dell, handed me the gold box and I knew to hand 
it on to Jenny. There was no need to repeat the words.

Jenni handed the box to the priestess who placed it on a small 
table.

Then the Dr. Dell turned to address the congregation.

"You all know the story of Genevieve and Andrew. It was at their 
commitment ceremony ten years ago that the Malleficus Maleficarum 
launched their poison gas assault on our Sisterhood. That marked 
the beginning of a bitter period for us. A period from which we 
have emerged stronger and more powerful than ever before.

"This was the point at which the ceremony was interrupted. 
Genevieve and Andrew had taken their vows, Andrew had given up his 
testicles to Jenni and the box was sealed.

"Andrew, who was not raised in our faith and who had not been 
trained in Malleficus gas was vulnerable to it. He passed out. That 
warned us and we were able to offer some life saving resistance. 
The ceremony had to be … interrupted. Until now."

Gee! I'd been gassed. I'd always thought it was something to do 
with having my balls cut off.

"Now it is time to complete the ceremony."

The priestess produced what looked like a pair of stainless steel 
pliers from the sleeve of her robe and passed them to Jenni.

Jenni took them with both hands. Holding them she turned to look at 
me. I saw that the emotion of the moment was getting to her. She 
had waited a long time for this.

The Priestess addressed me directly. "Andrew, your life companion 
Genevieve, has been sealed from childhood so that no man has 
entered into her. You who have made the commitment to her are to be 
the first to enter and open her to full womanhood. No other may 
enter her except that you need seed for conception and then only 
with your foreknowledge and consent.

"Therefore I bid you remove her labia rings before this assembly."

Jenni handed me the stainless steel pliers, except they weren't 
pliers, more like side cutters that electricians use for cutting 
their copper wires. Obviously I had to cut off the gold rings but 
like this?

One of the junior priestesses unbuttoned Jenni's gown at the back 
and removed it. This was the first time ever that I'd seen Jenni 
completely naked. She was so beautiful that I understood what the 
term 'breathtaking' really meant. I did literally stop breathing 
for a moment. Commitment ceremony and congregation were forgotten 
as I took her in.  I just feasted my gaze on those lovely breasts, 
nipples standing proud, the alluring curve from her waist down past 
her hips. I saw the infinite promise of the slit of her hairless 
vagina where her closed legs concealed further wonders. 

Jenni was studying my face with amusement, almost in the same way 
that an indulgent mother watches an excited child. Everything that 
she had ever heard or read about men's simple uncomplicated lust 
was being borne out in that moment.

I knew too that she was perfectly happy and content that men's 
simple lust should be as it is, at least where I was concerned.

A junior priestesses drew a curtain around the podium. It was of a 
gauzy material that simply blurred the view of the congregation. 
The other priestess produced a padded stool and placed it at the 
centre of the podium. Jenni sat on it so that her back was to the 
curtain and the congregation. The junior priestess murmured quietly 
for me to cut the three gold rings sealing Jenni's vagina, then to 
stand clear for a moment.

Jenni had her legs together. I knelt before her and pushed them 
open. The symbolism of the moment was clear. I, a man was knelt 
before a woman's vagina as if in worship,. Heck! It was worship, 
the frame of mind I was in at stage. Jenni was facing both the 
altar that symbolised the Sisterhood's God and the man kneeling 
before her. It dawned on me that there was great wisdom in 
integrating sexual urge into the religion rather than denying it as 
my religion did.  I supposed that was only possible with a 
matriarchal religion.

It took both hands to fit the side cutters onto the first ring. The 
last thing I wanted was to damage that beautiful example of the 
Creator's work. There was a dull click as I cut the gold band. I 
looked at Jenni and saw that this was for her an emotional moment; 
a moment that she had been looking forward all her life. I cut the 
other two bands and moved out of the way. I watched as one of the 
junior priestesses got to work. The other junior explained to me 
that cutting the gold band made sharp edges that would cause cuts 
when I  removed the bands. The thing that looked like a small 
pencil sharpener simply removed the sharp edges. "You could have 
done it yourself but we decided your hands weren't steady enough at 
this point."

She was dead right. My hands were shaking as my clumsy fingers slid 
the gold rings out of Jenni's labia. There was a certain slippery 
moistness there that didn't help.

The three somewhat bent and distorted gold rings went on a velvet 
cushion which the junior priestess put in my hands. The stool was 
removed and the gauze curtain opened. 

Jenni and I stood naked side by side facing the congregation. I had 
to show them the labial rings that I had removed from Jenni.

We stood there as the congregation sang a hymn in their ancient 
language.

Afterwards there was a short prayer. The curtain was drawn again. 
Jenni and I rerobed. This time I wore a cape like Anton had worn 
that first time. Jenni was still in her gown

Outside the temple we shook hands and embraced every member of the 
congregation. The feeling of happy good will toward Jenni and me 
was almost tangible.

I thanked them all, so did  Jenni and we had special thanks to Dr. 
Dell and Ms. Ironside who, I suspected had done a great deal to 
bring about this happy moment.

There was a reception. Really it was more of a party. Lynette and 
Emily were there. They must have been in the congregation too and 
they seemed the happiest of all at how things had worked out.

The events of that day proved too much. I have to confess that when 
finally I did get in  bed with Jenni I fell asleep straight away. 
She seemed to understand and forgive me but I still got teased 
about it. It was next morning when we consummated our relationship. 
At last I got to break Jenni's hymen. She didn't seem to mind that 
it hurt her a little.  But did she really need to point out that it 
was a good thing I wasn't as big down there as she remembered?

Later that morning we took a stroll down to the jetty as a family 
and I checked out Broad Islander. She was fine. The crew had slept 
on board and they were thrilled and delighted to see us. They too 
had been at the temple.

I took a moment alone, looking out at the brilliant blue Caribbean 
to think of Madeleine and Anton.  I remembered that lovely sweet 
girl with the wild gypsy good looks and long black hair who had 
been so kind to a skinny young boy; the girl who  had died with my -
  No, Anton's baby in her womb. And Anton, that big, cheerful 
friendly guy who had been there for me when I was at my lowest. 
What a waste! How I missed them.

Then the four of us Jenni and me, Lynette and Emily, walked back to 
the cottage we'd been allocated. We were looking forward  to lunch 
and to the rest of our lives.

All I can say to any young guy out there: if a member of the 
Sisterhood should ever choose you to be her life companion, don't 
hesitate to make the commitment.



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