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My name is Michel, a Christian slave of the cursed Muslim infidels. And I am about to die, horribly. I was caught making love to the youngest wife of my master, Saban Akmed Agha, and she and I are both sentenced to death. I am to be burned alive, and she will be taken out onto the great sea, and drowned. Two years ago, I was just a lowly serf on the estate od the Count Aubree de Minard, in Brittany. I cared and trained his great warhorses, from the time they were bred, foaled and raised to carry the magnificent knights into battle. I was the happiest serf on the estate, living with my old mother, and caring for the huge horses as if they were my children. But then the Count fell out of favor with the Bishop of Nantes, and to save his soul, and his estates, he decided to follow the King on the Holy Crusades. I found myself among the many chosen to accompany him on his holy journey. Indeed, as much as I hated the thought of leaving my old mother and my childhood home, I would have missed my horse children much more, and being barely seventeen, looked forward to travel and adventure. We set off from the harbor at Nantes, and sailed out into the channel that separated our land from the damned English, around the coast of our ally, Portugal, and passed the island of Gibralter to enter the great inland sea of the Mediterranian. It took us weeks to travel that far, and the GOOD GOD was with us every league of the way. But HE left us on entering the great sea, and during a wild storm, our ship was separated from the huge convoy travelling to the Holy Land. As the little ship was tossed about like a leaf on a millpond, and our sails and masts were torn away in the gale, I comforted my horses as best I could, and prayed for our salvation. When the skies cleared and the evil winds abated, we found ourselves within sight of land, and our captain decided to make for the shore to repair what damage we could. He thought we could still catch up with the great fleet; it would be months before they reached the other end of the Great Sea. On the fifth day on shore, for the horses had been unloaded for exercise, we were attacked by the murderous Muslims. The men on the ship cast off and left us to our fates, escaping on the damaged ship out to sea. There was much fighting and bloodshed, but when the battle was over, only I and the horses were left alive. The Muslims are wild over horses, treating them with more care and affection than their women. Because I had been seen to care for them [they had been watching us for days], my life was spared. I think being blond haired and blue eyed intrigued them also. They kept touching and stroking my long golden hair, and feeling my beardless face. I had heard stories all my life about what the infidels did to their Christian captives, especially women, and I was terrified for my life. I, and the horses, was taken off across the terrible desert to Algiers, where I was sold together with five of the best horses to the rich and therefore influential Saban Akmed Agha. Never having been able to equate wealth with kindness, I was totally surprised to find my new master the gentlest, kindest old grandfather of a man. He soon made me realize through signs and examples that I had nothing to fear. He had acquired several Christian slaves over the years, and they were all still alive and well, and remembering him in their prayers each night, as he did not care how a slave worshipped, as long as he worshipped the same God, as in truth the Christian, the Muslim and the Jew, do. I soon found myself to be as happy as I had been back in France. I still had five of my beloved horse children to care for, and my new master soon valued me above any price. But alas, all good things must come to an end. After about a year in Algiers, my master took another wife. He had eight already, all of them older than my mother, and just as kind as their beloved husband. But to seal a contract with another wealthy merchant, my master agreed to marry the fourteen year old daughter of this man. What harm could a mere child inflict on such a peaceful and well organized household? But this girl was the devil incarnate! One had only to look into those deep doe-like eyes to see the mischief and mayhem planning and plotting in that beautiful little head. The older wives tried to be kind and make her welcome, and at first treated Ayisha like a favourite daughter, but her schemes and cruelty soon rebuffed everyone of them and all the servants and slaves in the household. I had nearly nothing to do with her, spending my time in the stables with my charges, and she in the harem with the other women. But she would slip out sometimes in the night, and wander around the palace, and disrupt everything and everyone, and we would all have to search for her. She was usually found in the stables, attracted to the big warhorses under my care. One such night, I woke from a sound sleep to find her hand stroking my yellow hair. She was actually kneeling on my cot,leaning over my body. It is a very hot country, and I slept naked under a thin cotton sheet. Her breasts were nearly brushing against my lips, she was leaning so close. So mezmerized with my unusual hair was she, she didn't notice I had waked. I thought she would scream when she realized I was no longer asleep, but she just smiled at me, and began to pull down my cover. I quickly grabbed at the sheet to keep myself covered, but she laughed, and there was a struggle between us for the covers, and I finally lost. If she was attracted to the hair on my head, it was nothing to her delight in my golden pubic bush. She ran her fingers through the thick curly patch above my cock, measuring the length of it. Finally noticing the uncut state of my cock, she forgot everything else to marvel over the long hood of my foreskin. First plucking gently at it, then fitting a little finger inside and stretching it out until my cock was lifted from between my legs, she played with my cock for what seemed like hours. With her other hand she fondled my big balls in their loose sweaty sac. Since coming to this desert country, my balls had never hung so low, my ballsac hanging far down my young muscular thighs. She removed her robes and lay beside me on the little cot. I hadn't been with anyone for months. In Brittany, I had been in the hedges and haystacks with many girls, and a few of the other boys, too! Being French, I wasn't about to let the Fleur de L'Isle grow under my feet, and miss such a tasty opportunity, and so we made love all night. She was NOT a virgin, let me make that perfectly clear from the start. Even at only fourteen, she was defiled goods. I know my master was too old to be interested in those areas any more, so I can only imagine that that's why her father insisted she be part of the bargain. And my kind master would think more of her shame than his own honor, and would say nothing. Now she would come to me several times in the week, and the nights she didn't, I would lie awake listening for the sound of her footfall in the dark. One night she told me that the women were all invited by the head wife of the califf to attend her at the public baths. Only the wealthy and important were able to afford such luxury, and my master considered this to be a great honor on his house. Ayisha had a fantastic plan! She would smuggle to me the robes and head scarves of one of the older wives, and I would slip into the womens' baths with her. We could hide ourselves away from the others, and enjoy the luxury and each other, and who would know? I didn't want to injure my kind master, but he wasn't interested in the girl, so why should I not enjoy her? The next day, a great party of us, me heavily veiled and crouched low like an old woman, rode through the city to the bathhouse, and once there, Ayisha and I slipped off to a tiny private room with a pool in the center barely big enough to hold the two of us. In our passion, we didn't see our master's number one wife look in at the doorway. Being the motherly type, she had come looking for Ayisha to introduce her to the hostess. She quietly went to summon guards, and we were pulled from each others arms in a room full of witnesses to the girl's infidelity, and my betrayal of my master. Pulled naked from the pool, my foreskin proclaimed my Christianity, and our fate was sealed. I would burn and she would drown. It was the law. The punishment was called out in their most holy of books. So here I stood on the platform before hundreds of turbanned men. No women would be allowed out in public, even to watch an example of what adultery would cost them. I had been stripped of my shirt and sandles, and dragged barefoot in my baggy harem pants through the streets of Algiers. As we neared the town square, the crowd behind us had grown to hundreds, shouting and screaming for my death. My hands were bound behind my back, and before me was the pyre on which I would be burned alive. I wanted to meet my fate bravely like a good Christian martyr, but I was terrified of the horrible death that awaited me. The executioner was talking to an old man in the biggest turban I had seen in this country. Behind him I could see my dear master standing, the tears running down his face. I was so ashamed of what I had done, I hung my head. Suddenly the executioner was standing before me. He grabbed my bound hands and led me down off the platform, and I thought my time had come. Praying to the holy virgin under my breath, I was led, not to the pyre, but to two wooden posts, seven feet high and maybe as far apart. one with a big metal ring near the top, the other with a ring at its' top, but another at the bottom. My hands were cut free and the executioner explained to me that my dear, dear master had begged the judges to show mercy to Ayisha and me, and not kill us, but punish us in some other way. I smiled with relief, but the executioner said, "I would rather die than accept what is about to be done to you." I didn't understand, other than that I would not now feel the flames consume me. Another man now joined the executioner, and the executioner now moved behind me to pin me by the arms. The other man pulled a sharp curved knife from its' sheath at his waist, and pointed it at my belly. I thought he meant to disembowel me, but the stroke of his knife only cut the tie to my harem pants, and they fell in heavy folds around my feet. Now I stood in nothing but a twist of cloth around my waist in which my manhood was hidden. Another stroke of the blade and my cock and balls fell to bob and bounce against my thighs. The crowd went crazy, yelling and laughing and pointing at my exposed genitals. But at the sight of my loose foreskin, a change came over the crowd. There was a sudden hush, then a murmer that grew to be a growl of hate and animosity. The man with the knife now reached down and snagged my pubic hair in his fist, the long golden curls caught in his fingers. With his sharp knife he now shaved off my pubic hair by the handful, holding each above his head to let it blow away over the heads of the crowd like the fluff from a dandelion. And the crowd laughed and jumped and grabbed to catch a golden hair, like I did as a child in Brittany, trying to catch that dandelion fluff. When I was completely bare down there, the two men tied ropes around each ankle, and tied my hands together in front of me with a third. This rope was passed through the ring high on the first post, and my hands were pulled above my head. The rope arond my right ankle was passed through the high ring on the second post, and my leg was raised until I couldn't touch the ground with my left foot. Finally my left foot was tied to the lower ring, and I was stretched between the posts, my legs pulled far apart. The men now stood back to let the crowd enjoy the sight of me, naked, stretched to the limits, my cock and balls falling over my left thigh to hang for all to see. The man with the knife now came to stand in front of me again. He took my cock in his hand and pushed his forefinger inside my foreskin, and, pinching it with his thumb, pulled it as far down over the head of my cock as he could. I felt my cock straining from my groin, when the man made a quick movement with the knife, and my cock snapped back to slap my belly, wobble about for a moment, then drop to rest among the folds of my great ballsac. I felt a stinging sensation, and looked down to see the head of my cock exposed, the tissue around it a smear of blood. I had been CIRCUMCISED! I was first shocked, then enraged, then deeply ashamed. How could I show such a shameful sight to a decent Christian wife. I could even be excommunicated for heathen ways!. I soon found I would have no need of a wife, Christian or otherwise. The man held the little tube of skin high for all to see. There was great cheering as he threw my foreskin to the crowd. Rather than grab for it, they elbowed each other away, lest they be contaminated by such an object. The man turned to me again and grabbed the bottom of my ballsac, digging his fingers in deep, and wrenching it from my groin as though he would PULL it off. Another quick stroke of the knife and he cut the bottom half of my sac off. GOD!, it burned like the fires they had originally planned for me! This trophy he put in the waistband of his pants.I shut my eyes to what was happening, only to open them wide when I felt my balls fall from the open wound and bang and spin against my thighs. I looked down to see the bloody remnant of my sac, and the big pearly grey balls hanging out of it. The cutter now grabbed one ball and pulled down hard on it. Deep inside me I could feel something about to tear, but the man placed the blade of the knife against the stretched cord, and rather than cut through it, scraped up and down until my nut snapped free in his hand, and the cord disappeared back up inside what was left of my scrotum. He held my nut up for the crowd to see and cheer, then like my foreskin, threw it out over their heads. This time there was a mad scramble to seize the prize. Turning back to me, he came close to sneer in my face. I felt his hand close around my remaining ball. I felt the pull become harder and harder, and shut my eyes, concentrating on the terrible pain. Instead of scraping through the second cord to free the nut, he tore my last testicle from my body, and brandished it above his head, the dripping cord hanging over his wrist. With the pain and humiliation, I finally lost consciousness, the last sound to my ears the wild cheering of the crowd. I woke on my cot in the stables, in a fever of sweat. Was it all a dream? I felt between my legs, but felt nothing but linen bandages. It was true; I had been gelded, like a horse; I was now a eunuch. Back in Brittany, I and other boys had grabbed at each others balls and sacs, and joked about cutting off each others balls. Now I would never see France again. How could I return home a steer, a gelding. How could I face my mother. How could I LIVE like this. I tore the bandages off. My cock was still there but now skinned of its' natural covering. My balls were gone, and whatever physician had attended me, had removed the last remnant of my srotal sac as well! Beneath my cock there was now nothing but a stitched wound running under the base of it. I looked around. There was no one there. I took the loops of linen bandage and folded them twice. Standing on the partition of a stall, I tied one end around the beam above me, the other end around my neck, and was about to jump off the wall, when I was seized from behind and fought to the ground. The doctor had expected me to react this way, and had left his servant to watch me. The man had gone for water to bathe my head and body, and had returned in time to stop me. I have twice more tried to take my life and been foiled each time. I am to spend the rest of my days rowing in the galleys. Somewhere out to sea, I will manage to leap overboard. I will! I MUST!!!!!!!!!!! |