Children of Earth - Second Son

Scientists, having estimated that a planet killer, an asteroid with a diameter of ten miles or more, would strike the earth every 50-100 million years, had recommended that mankind disperse throughout the galaxy to insure its survival.  Huge starships had been built in space to carry the people of Earth, along with selected flora and fauna, to distant solar systems.

Traveling at relativistic speeds, they had left Earth behind forever.  By the time they had reached their destinations, hundreds of years had passed on earth.  Constrained by the laws of physics-the speed of light-there could never be communication between the far flung colonies of Earth, or between them and Earth, itself.  Each would find its own way, but, it was hoped, that, even if Earth were destroyed, mankind would survive.

Thale, the second planet in orbit around a yellow sun, similar to Sol, was suitable for humans.  His survival on Thale, though, had been tenuous at best.  The local flora had been unfit for human consumption, and the native animals had been pernicious, killing many of the original colonists.  The survivors had lived by building a compound, behind whose walls they had grown Earth plants and raised Earth animals.  After several generations, memory of Earth only existed in myths and legends. Earth science was lost as well.  After five thousand years, society had become static.  The compounds had become forts and castles ruled by lords and kings.  It was a feudal society.  One was either from the ruling class or was a serf, whom was owned by his lord.

Kyle was the second son of the lord of Nagle, but, at times, he wished he were the son of a serf.  Although serfs were chattel, subject to the will of their lord, their sons weren't faced with Kyle's choice.  Being the second son, he couldn't inherit any of his father's estate.  It was imperative that it not be divided.  In the past, kingdoms had been destroyed, weakened by civil war when sons had fought to succeed their father upon his death.

To inherit, one had to be capable of having children.  To prevent further bloodshed, it had been decided that only the first son in a ruler's family could have that capability.  When Kyle reached the age of consent-thirteen-he would have to make a decision-whether to keep his penis or his testicles.  He couldn't keep both.

The choice a boy made depended upon what he wished to do with his life.  After the age of thirteen, he wouldn't be allowed to remain on his father's estate.  He would have to choose to be either a priest, a scholar, or a warrior.  A priest or scholar sacrificed his balls.  A warrior kept them so that he could remain strong.  Kyle, after healing, would travel to Rageed, the capitol of the empire.  There, according to his choice, he would enter the seminary, the university, or the King's army.

Often the boy's father, for political reasons, made the choice for him, but Kyle's father had left it to him.  As his thirteenth birthday approached, he still hadn't decided.

Before puberty, except when reminded of the coming event by his older brother's teasing, it hadn't seemed important.  Then, if given the choice, he would have kept his cock.  If nothing else, it was handy for peeing.  At the time, he didn't know for what use his balls were.  If anything, they were a liability.  His brother had often squeezed them, telling him that it wouldn't matter if he crushed them-that Kyle would soon lose them, anyway.

Kyle had hated Jason, his brother, who had cruelly reminded him of his impending loss and of his inferior status in the family.  Once he had stood over Kyle, masturbating.  When he had come, it had splashed onto Kyle.  He had said, "That's what you can do, when you have a cock and balls.  It feels good.  Fucking is even better." 

Jason had his choice of the household servant girls.  None had dared refuse the Lord's first son.  If one had became pregnant, her child was raised as a serf.  Although one could never be sure that the get was a child of Jason's, if any girl he had fucked had a son, he had been castrated.  No bastard could ever inherit.

Although, Kyle had, after Jason had left, tried it himself, he hadn't yet obtained puberty, so, other than his cock becoming hard, nothing had happened.

Shortly after his twelfth birthday, he had began noticing changes in his body.  Both his cock and balls had become larger.  Hair had begun growing above them.  Whenever he awoke, his cock had been hard.  One night, upon awaking from an unusual dream, he had found that his underwear was wet and sticky.  Remembering the day Jason had stood over him while masturbating, Kyle had tried it.  Soon, his spunk had spurted onto his stomach.  About that, Jason had been right.  It had felt good-so good, that afterward, Kyle had never gone a day without doing it at least once.  Usually he had jacked off more often.

Remembering what Jason had said about fucking, Kyle had wanted to try it himself.  As long as he stayed away from those that Jason favored, Kyle had his pick of the servants.  They couldn't deny him, even though he was the second son.  Rather than choosing a girl, he had chosen a servant boy-one about his age.

There was no word in Kyle's culture for one who had sex with a boy.  Serfs were property.  One could do with them as he pleased.  A lord might choose either a pretty girl or a handsome boy to adorn his bed.  The sex of serf wasn't important.  Who fucked who, was.  The lord was always the dominate party in a relationship.  To have let a male servant fuck him would have been unthinkable.

Robley, which was the boy's name, had worked in the kitchen.  Since serfs wore only loin cloths, Kyle had noticed that hair was beginning to sprout from under Robley's arms, as it was under his.  The boy was beautiful.  Soon, he would have probably attracted the Lord's, Kyle's father's, attention.  Kyle had wanted him first.  Going to him in the kitchen, he had said, "Bring me something to eat in my room."

"What is it you want, my Lord?"

"Some meat and bread-and some wine.  Bring a bottle of wine."

"Yes, my Lord.  I'll have one of the servant girls bring it up.  Which one should I send?" 

Whenever Jason had made such a request, he had wanted more than food.  Although Jason had usually given instructions to the cook when he had wanted one of the kitchen girls, Robley had been aware of what had been in store for the server.  He was prepared to relay Kyle's instructions to the cook.

"No, I want you to bring it."

"M-me?" stammered Robley.  Of course he knew that the Lords often chose boys for sex, but Jason never had, and other than having kissed one of the kitchen girls, Robley had no experience with sex.  He thought that Kyle was handsome-more so than Jason, but he'd never thought about having sex with a boy, even though, given his appearance, it had probably been inevitable that the Lord, who liked beautiful boys, would some day choose him.  "You want me to bring the food to your room?" he had said, rather loudly.

"Yes, are you deaf-or just stupid?" asked Kyle, his face red with embarrassment.  Other servants, having ceased their labors, had been watching.

"No, my Lord.  I mean, yes, my Lord.  I'll bring it right away."

"I'll be in my room waiting for you.  Do you know where it is?"

"Yes, my Lord.  I'll be there forthwith," he said, as Kyle left the kitchen.

"Oh," said one of the girls.  "Robley is going to get fucked.  Robley's going to lose his cherry."  Although not recently, she had been to Jason's room.  Now, it had been Robley's turn to be embarrassed.  Avoiding looking at the others, he had gathered a tray of food, had left the kitchen, but had to return for the wine.  Having to come back, had flustered him even more.  "Here," said the girl, laughing, while putting a glob of cooking grease on the tray.  "You might need this for your virgin ass."

Arriving at Kyle's door, Robley had knocked.  "Come," Kyle had answered.

Whereas serfs ate at tables, lords, reclined on couches to eat.  Kyle had been lying on his when Robley had entered the room.  Robley had sat the tray down on a small table next to the couch.  Kyle had begun eating, offering none of it to Robley. "Sit over there," he had said, pointing to the floor a few feet in front of the couch.

While he had eaten, Kyle hadn't taken his eyes off Robley.  Although his cock had been hard, and his stomach had been full, he had picked at the food.  He had wanted Robley, but, having no experience, hadn't known what to do.  He had wondered if Robley was equally ignorant.  After a moment, he had said, "That that off."

"What, my Lord?" Robley had asked, knowing full well what Kyle had meant.

"That thing.  That cloth.  Your loin cloth.  Take it off."

Standing, Robley had dropped his loin cloth to the floor.  Hard, his cock had betrayed him.  Although he had told himself that he hadn't wanted to be fucked by Kyle, he had been aroused by the prospect.  Almost seven inches long, his cock had jutted from a nest of curly brown hair.  After having stared for a moment, Kyle, having scooted back to make room, had said, "Come here.  Lie down on the couch with me." 

Robley had lain on the couch with his back to Kyle.  In a moment, he had felt Kyle's cock poking at his ass.  Kyle had been about to panic.  Not being sure how to do it, he hadn't been able to get his cock into Robley's tight ass.  Angry, he had pounded on Robley's back.  "Help me.  I don't know what to do?"

Although he had been inexperienced, himself, Robley had heard the servants talk, and having remembered the glob of grease, had stuck his fingers into it, then had wiped it on his hole.  "Try it now," he had said

That time, Kyle's cock had slid into Robley's ass.  Robley had gasped.  Penetrating his tight sphincter, Kyle's cock, although not as large as his own, had hurt, but the grease had helped.

Kyle had grunted and had continued to grunt as he had pumped his cock into Robley's tight, hot, ass.  Jason had been right.  Fucking was better than beating off.  All too soon, he had come, pumping his seed into Robley's ass.  Although moisture had leaked from Robley's cock, there hadn't been time for him to come from the stimulation of Kyle's cock, and he'd been afraid to pump his own.

Once hadn't been enough. Six, seven, times hadn't been enough.  Kyle had come eight times before he had enough.  Robley had come once, even though he had never touched his cock.  The pounding of Kyle's cock against his prostate had triggered a climax.

When Kyle had finished, Robley had stood up from the couch.  He had felt Kyle's come leaking from his sore, dilated, ass.  To his surprise, despite his sore ass, he had enjoyed it.  The unexpected climax had been great.  It hadn't been enough, though.  Being fucked had made him horny. His cock, still hard, had been leaking moisture, the vestiges of his last climax, and the pre-cum of the one he desired.  He had wanted to leave so that, being alone, he could beat off.

Kyle, however, had noticed his throbbing cock.  "Do it," he had said.

"Do what, Lord?"

"Beat off.  I want to watch you beat off."

It had been an unusual request.  Usually the lords weren't concerned about a servant's pleasure.  Sometimes a favorite boy was castrated, removing both his cock and balls so that he couldn't-so that only the master could be satisfied.  Timidly, Robley had begun pumping his cock.  As he had come, he had noticed Kyle, unconsciously, licking his lips.

Robley had become a regular  on Kyle's couch and in his bed, often spending the night.  Kyle had sampled some of the other boys, and had even once fucked a girl, but he had always returned to Robley.  After a while, there had been no others.

Although, Kyle had often ordered Robley to beat off while he had watched, he had never touched Robley's cock.  He had certainly never allowed Robley to fuck him.  It would have been unthinkable.  Robley had been allowed to pump his own cock while Kyle fucked him, though.

Often, lying in bed before drifting off to sleep, they had even talked as if they were equals-two twelve year-old boys.

As Kyle's thirteen birthday approached, he became insatiable, never getting enough sex-or enough of Robley, keeping him in his room all day and night.  Lying in bed a week before his birthday, he said to Robley, "My birthday is in a week."

"Happy Birthday, my Lord," answered Robley.

"Happy Birthday.  What's happy about it.  You know what's going to happen, don't you?"

"What, my Lord?"

"They're going to cut off my cock or balls."

Although the head servants, who were eunuchs, knew this happened to second sons, they had never discussed it with the common servants, so it wasn't common knowledge.  "Why?" asked, Robley.  "Why would they cut off your cock."  He knew about the slave eunuchs, but he hadn't heard about lords being castrated.

"I'm a second son.  All second sons lose either their cock or balls so we won't be a threat to the first son."

"You said, either.  You lose either your cock or your balls, but not both?"  In his shock at what he had heard, Robley had forgotten to say, My Lord.

"Yes, one or the other, but not both."

"Who decides which?"

"My father said that I could decide."

Robley  wondered what would happen to himself when Kyle lost either his cock or his balls.  Kyle would have no use for him, once that happened.  "Which one are you going to choose?"

"I don't know, yet."  Kyle began crying.  "I don't want to lose either.  I like fucking you, Robley," then said, "I-I love you."

No master ever told a serf that he loved him.  Although, Robley had long loved Kyle, he hadn't know how to respond.  He had always imagined that he had been just a convenient-desirable, but convenient-hole to Kyle.  "I-I," he stammered, "I love you, too, my Lord."

"Call me Kyle.  When we're alone, call me, Kyle."

Love for Kyle flooded Robley when he heard those words.  "Oh, my Lord-Kyle.  I do love you.  I love you so much."

"Fuck me, Robley.  I want you to fuck me."

His words frightened Robley.  If they were caught, they would both be executed.  "But, it's not allowed."

"We're alone, no one will know."

Robley wanted it.  During all these months of being fucked by Kyle, he had wondered how it would feel to have his cock up Kyle's ass.  It that respect, he was still a virgin.  He had never fucked anyone; but, he was afraid.  No servant, to his knowledge, had ever fucked a master.

"Come on.  I want you to do it.  I order you to do it."  Lying on his back, he said, "Fuck me from the front.  I want to see your face while you fuck me," then raised his legs, exposing his hole.

Frightened as he was, Robley had difficulty maintaining an erection, then had difficulty inserting his cock into Kyle's virgin ass.  When it slid in, Kyle grimaced in pain, but soon moaned with pleasure as Robley pumped his seven inch cock into his ass.  Kyle, without touching his cock, came before Robley.  They each had several more climaxes in the same manner.

During the week before Kyle's birthday, aware of what was to come, they fucked constantly, wanting to leave no climax undone.  Most of the time, it was Kyle's hole which was the receptacle for Robley's cock.

On the night before Kyle's birthday, concerned about what was to happen on the morrow, Robley asked, "What are you going to do, Kyle?  Have you decided?"

"Yes, I've decided."  Robley thought he detected a slight upturning of Kyle's mouth-an incipient grin.

"Well, what are you going to do?"  he asked, frightened for Kyle, and devastated over losing his lover.

"My cock.  I don't really need it-now."

Kyle's cock was cut off the next day.  After he had healed, he left for the Rageed and the King's Army.  His father allowed him to take along a serf as his personal servant.  He, of course, chose Robley.