The Duties and Pleasures of the Court Surgeon

One of the most important duties at the royal household is the keeping of the harems. This task is assigned to eunuchs. But eunuchs are not born, they must be created and they must also be trained. My particular role is to perform the castrations of young boys before they reach sexual maturity and begin to acquire urges which would make them unsuitable to attend the women of the harems. The boys are usually captives from raids into Aethiopia or the regions of the Slavs to the north and east of our empire.

Successful castration requires very sharp knives and considerable skill. It is much aided if the boys do not know that they have been selected to be eunuchs. Thus they are brought to me one at a time and are prepared with a little opium to dull their senses.

My subordinates bring the boy to my work-room, strip him and fix him to my table. Then they leave, as I do the surgeries alone. I begin with a thorough physical examination and tests of sexual maturation. Physical imperfections in the court eunuchs are not acceptable. So I examine him thoroughly for defects. At the same time I pour light oil onto my hands massage his body and perform the sexual maturity tests.

Most boys of age eight or older are capable of erection. As I stroke this one's immature organs his cock hardens. I also check the testicles to ensure that both have descended into his scrotum. They are there - small firm nuts nestled in their tight little sack. I pull on them and stroke them gently, drawing them downward from his body until I can hold them in my hand. These sensations are pleasurable to my young charge. His hips move with the strokes of my fingers on his cock. I slip my other hand beneath him and press an oiled finger into his anus. His prostate gland lies there and I need to determine if it has begun producing its fluids. If so he will be able to ejaculate, and may be too sexually mature for the court's purposes. His anus tightens around my finger as I find the ring of the gland. I massage it and his hips move faster.

The little one's eyes are closed with the intensely pleasant sensations coursing through his young body. His slim buttocks fill my left hand as my finger stimulates him. With my right hand I caress his testicles and massage his tiny erect penis. He is too young to have pubic hair. And too young to understand what I am doing to him and what his future holds. There are only the unfamiliar erotic sensations - ones that I fully expect he will never feel again.

Eventually he gasps and thrusts his hips upward. But there is no ejaculate. His glands are too immature to produce the fluids of the sexually active male. It is as I had anticipated. This one is for castration.

He lies there quietly with his eyes closed as I cleanse him thoroughly with warm soapy water. It is essential that infection be avoided, and absolute cleanliness is of paramount importance for this.

The castrations are of two sorts. Some of the noble families require complete castration. All of the external male organs must be removed. This is so the women of the harem will never see the sexual organs of any adult male other than their master. It also ensures that the eunuch will not be able to erect (as some adult eunuchs can) and give the women pleasure. However this is a very severe form of surgery. All of the boy's external sexual organs must be removed. Many of them die from shock or from the bleeding or infection of the severe wounds that are necessary.

This boy is to have only his testicles removed. He opens his eyes when I pass the strap across his chest and fasten it. His little legs go into stirrups and a second restraining strap goes across his abdomen so that he will not be able to raise his hips while I cut him. He is becoming frightened as I place the blindfold over his eyes.

Now I adjust the stirrups. His legs are spread wide and forced to bend at the knees. I sit on a stool at the end of the table, between his legs. He cannot see me remove the knives from below the table. But he is frightened and tries in vain to pull away as I gently but firmly grasp the sexual organs in front of me. I take his scrotum between my thumb and forefinger and stretch it, pulling it away from his body. He screams as with two quick strokes the blade slices away the bottom third of the little sack. There is some bleeding, but not a great deal. My fingers now strip his testicles out from their hiding place tight up against his groin. I move quickly, severing the cords and setting the tiny white organs on the table beside the little flap of skin cut from his scrotum. He screams the whole time, although there is not actually much pain from cutting the cords. But he is a terrified little boy in pain so he screams.

I realize that I am erect, as I often am when castrating. Perhaps it is the feel of those tender little boy's balls between my fingers. Perhaps it is the power of taking away their sexual powers that excites my own.

I will keep one boy uncut and intact for my enjoyment later. It is one of the many privileges of my position. The oldest one will be brought to my chamber tonight. He looks like he is too mature for the court's purposes. If so, I will enjoy him for many hours.

But now I have three more pairs of testicles to remove before the day's work is done... ===========================

Honey and wine have relaxed him. He sighs and his body moves gently as I caress him. His skin is soft and smooth. At his groin is the first soft hair of adolescence. I become hard again as I stroke his organs, remembering the others that I cut away this afternoon. His still nestle intact between the smooth lines of his thighs. His cock is hard. This one should be old enough to spurt his juices as I milk him!

I release my cock from its confines and indicate that he should service me. Young boys have to be trained to suck a cock well, and one evening is not time for training him to lick the shaft, take the balls into the mouth or especially the control required to take the cock deep into the throat, which creates especially pleasant sensations.

I content myself with letting him lick the shaft and suck gently on the head. I am circumcised and I watch as the tip of my organ separates his smooth lips and slides into his mouth. I can feel his tongue licking me and I sigh with pleasure. I press my cock further into his mouth holding his hair. But he begins to choke and struggle.

I command him to kneel at the end of the bed, and he obeys. I spread his legs. His balls nestle between the smooth lines of his thighs. I oil my fingers and reach under him, between his legs for his cock. It lengthens again as I stroke him, letting his organ slide along the palm of my hand, stroking its head with my fingertips. My other hand feels his buttocks, From time to time I stop and caress his balls as well. I am very skilled at this and I can sense his sexual excitement rising as I control him with my fingers.

I oil my own penis as I continue to stimulate him. He is enveloped in his own sensations and does not see what I am doing, or my size. I pour oil between his buttocks and continue to stroke his testicles as I prepare him, slipping one finger at a time into his anus so that he relaxes it. He likes the pressure of my fingers and soon I have two fingers inside him. He is ready for the cock.

But I must decide. If I continue to stroke his organs like this I know he will spurt his juices. I enjoy watching a boy pump out his semen. If I penetrate him now he may ejaculate from the pressure of my cock inside him even if my size hurts him. And I have been castrating today. My blood boils and I want to hurt him. I crave sexual release. I want to hear his screams as I do things to him.

I have decided. I will fuck him now! I kneel behind him, between his spread legs. I separate the globes of his buttocks with my thumbs and bring the head of my cock to his anus. He is relaxed from my fingers and the head slips into him. I will make him spurt first, before I ram my full length into him and hurt him. My cock head presses the gland inside him while my fingers find his erection again. My organ fills him - stretches him -stimulates him. And my fingers bring him to the brink... and beyond. He gives a loud cry and his white milk spurts against the end of my bed. As he ejaculates, his sphincter tightens on my cock, producing exquisite sensations. A few more strokes and I could come inside him now - but it is too soon. He will be thrashing and screaming in agony when I deposit my semen in his bowels, not gasping with pleasure while his hips jerk and his sexual organs empty themselves. I continue to stroke his cock until his orgasm is finished.

Now I will fuck him for my exclusive enjoyment. For this I make him lie face down on my bed. I will use my weight to force my sexual organ to its full length into him. I kneel across the backs of his legs so that I can pin him down. My cock easily opens the ring of his sphincter and slides into him again. But this time I push harder. I press his shoulders as I push deeper and deeper into him. His hips buck as he tries to avoid the intrusion. My legs straddle him- I have mounted him as the animals do. Above him, pinning him under me, taking him for my pleasure, fucking him. My weight holds him down. And he is weeping as my groin finally presses against his buttocks, my cock buried deep in his rectum.

I have two leather cuffs hidden at the top of the bed. I fasten his wrists with these so I can enjoy myself fully. Then I reach under him and between his legs to find his testicles again. My hand closes around them but this time I do not stroke and caress. This time I squeeze! As my fingers tighten on his nuts, he howls and writhes in pain. His anus tightens on my cock. His buttocks thrust upward against my belly - better than a woman thrusting her pelvis up into her man - as he tries to escape the burning agony in his groin. The bucking and twisting of his young body under me fires the lust inside me.

I know I am going to mutilate this boy. I am a castrator! Now he feels a burning agony deep inside him as powerful hands crush his testicles one against the other. He has never felt pain like this before. Perhaps in play another lad has kicked him between the legs, or one pinned him on ground while another squeezed his nuts to hear him yell. But he has felt nothing like this seemingly endless agony as I crush his genitals for the sheer pleasure of hearing his agonized howls.

The first boy I castrated this morning comes back in my mind as I fuck this one. His legs are spread wide in front of me in my imagination and I feel his little balls between my fingers before I cut his scrotum. In my mind his blood spurts again as the blade slices him.

Now I squeeze down with all of my strength on this older one. He shrieks and I can feel one of his balls burst with the pressure of my powerful right hand!

They bring the castrated ones back to me about a month later, and I check them again. The feel of that empty little sack flashes through my mind. Their little scrotums have healed but of course are soft and empty. As I feel the little wrinkled sack I often harden again remembering how he felt when he was whole, how I cut him open and took away his sexual organs ... occasionally I will fuck one of the castrated ones. They remember and fear me - what will I do to them this time? So I pick a soft, pretty boy for my enjoyment. I strip him naked and after I have felt his empty scrotum I tell him to kneel between my thighs. I stroke his soft cheeks and hair as he services me with his mouth. I feel him between his legs as my cock swells. They always obey! I make him lie on his back and lift his legs for me. I let him watch while I grease my cock and bring it to the juncture of his legs. His big brown eyes are wide and frightened as he sees my size and knows what I will do to him. He cries as it goes into him but he holds his legs up for me to fuck him...

Sex is in the mind. And my mind is racing. But my cock is in this boy's ass. My hips press his body into the bed. One hand covers his nose and mouth. His back arches, his buttocks press into my groin and his sphincter grips my cock as he fights for breath. I can feel my orgasm in the back of my throat as he kicks and struggles. I spend into his bowels at the height of his agony and as I do I give the sharp twist that breaks his neck.

I lie on top of him during his death throes, close to him, intimate, feeling the life go out of him. A few minutes later my cock has softened and I withdraw...

I reach between his legs one more time. But there is no careful surgery now. My left hand holds his genitals and my right the knife. I stretch the organs and make a single slice below his cock - his scrotum and the ruined testicles lie in my hand. And I am satisfied...