Tales of Pulkritude-Judd's Tale

To introduce myself again, I’m Judd, chief historian of Pulkritude. I am writing the history of our city. Earlier I presented what I know of the events of the ancient past which changed the world forever, events which still affect us today. Then I gave an overview of our present society. Those were presented in Tales of Pulkritude-vol. 1 & 2-A History. Now I plan to chronicle our history by relating tales of individual lives. I’ll start with the one I know best, mine.

Of course, I never knew my mother. All male children are removed at birth from their mothers and taken to the compound where we are raised, along with other male children, by eunuchs, eunuchs who have spent their entire lives in the compound. No one in the compound has any memory of having ever seen a woman.

My first memory-I wasn’t yet two years old-was standing in the interior plaza of the compound. It’s a large area, with trees, pools, and a paved brook that flows through flushing the pools. Part of the stream is diverted through an area that functions as toilets, the water flushing the wastes from the compound while the pools are used for bathing. The same stream, before it reaches the pools, is used for drinking and cooking water. The main building of the compound is built around this plaza, or courtyard. There’s a covered walkway next to the building, completely around the plaza, but the plaza itself is open. Because the weather is warm year round, there are no doors in the doorways to the plaza.

I was naked, as was everyone, adults as well as children. I never knew until I left the compound that clothes even existed. Of course, I didn’t take all this in at the time. I just have a picture, an image of a young boy-me-squatting by the stream, dipping my hand in the water. I remember the coolness of the water-I think the day was warm-and splashing my hand in it, the surprise when it splashed in my face.

What happen afterwards, I have no idea. My next memory is not until months later when I was at least two. Why that memory was significant enough to stick in my mind, I have no idea. As far as I know, nothing traumatic happened to me at the time.

Actually, anything traumatic rarely happened to any of us in the compound. The eunuchs that watched over us, were very solicitous of our welfare. We were treated with the care given to fine art, treasures, because we were treasures, or, at least growing, slowing maturing in the sacks that still hung from our small cocks, would someday be a substance more precious than gold. In us was the survival of the human race. As long as we still had our balls, we were a precious commodity.

Some of the eunuchs, I think, even came to love us. At least I know I was treated in a loving manner by more than one. Eric, in particular, I thought of as belonging to me. He was my mother, more my mother than the faceless woman who bore me. It was to Eric I ran when I skinned my knee, or was being picked on by older kids.

Because our value to society, the purpose for our existence, resided in those orbs that hung from our little cocks, we were raised as sexual beings. When, even as infants we were bathed, our penises were stroked, or when we cried at night, or were ill, they were stroked. It was a means to calm us, to give us comfort and pleasure. I can remember at a young age, after having a bad dream, Eric coming to me, calming my fears, stroking my penis. I remember the tension building in my groin, and the pleasure of the release. A release that occurred, even though I was too young to ejaculate.

It was only natural that we experimented sexually with each other. If anything, experimentation was encouraged by the eunuchs. Sex, from as early as I can remember, was our favorite play, our pastime. We would regularly fondle each other, exploring one another’s bodies, with our hands, feet, or mouths. I’m not sure how old I was, but I remember the first time another boy took my little cock in his mouth. I remember the warm, wet sensation of his mouth, his tongue playing on the head of my cock. And-I still remember the orgasm. Oh, I was still too young to cum, but an unbelievable tension built up in my body, and then I was thrusting my penis, faster and faster, into that warm, wet, soft, source of so much pleasure, his mouth.

His name was Kelv. We became best friends. We did everything together, swimming and playing other games, as well as our sexual play. It was all fun, but I liked best when he took me in his mouth. Of course, I did the same for him. I found it so exciting when I put my mouth on him, grasped his firm buttocks, and used them to thrust his penis in and out of my mouth. When I felt him shudder, felt him climax, I felt so much love for him, so proud to have given him pleasure.

Kelv was beautiful. To me, he was the most beautiful creature that I had ever seen. People constantly told me that I was even more beautiful than he, but the reflection that peered back at me from the pool never seemed so beautiful to me as Kelv. I couldn’t touch, make love to that reflection.

Eventually, another boy joined our group. The three of us were inseparable, although I guess that I still loved Kelv the best. There was no jealousy, though. His addition added to our pleasure, to our opportunities to experiment. My favorite sensation was having one of them suck my cock while the other was thrusting his tongue in my mouth. At times the sensation was so enveloping, that the world would disappear, all that would be left was orgasm, even if it were a little boy orgasm.

Jase was the name of this third boy. I always thought that Jase was beautiful, too. He had a small birthmark on his face, but I never saw it. All I ever saw when I looked at him was the beauty, the love that shined from his eyes.

We all had tattoos on our scrotums. Each boy had a unique, different tattoo. At the time, I didn’t know the significance of the tattoo. Oh, we all examined each other’s and bragged about how ours was the best, but they were just part of our bodies. It was like bragging about the size of our penis or how our balls hung from them. Of course, since we had just turned ten, none of the three of us had anything of size to brag about.

One day some eunuchs, not ones that normally cared for us, came and took Jase away. Eric and the other eunuchs gave passed each other secretive looks and whispered where we couldn’t hear, but no one said anything to us. When I asked, all I was told was that Jase wouldn’t be coming back. Kelv and I comforted each other in one another’s arms.

Months later I became ill and went to the infirmary. On the way back from there, I came upon Jase in the hallway. He was the same beautiful boy that he always had been, but his manner was different. He seemed shy, or embarrassed to see me. I couldn’t understand until I looked down to see that he had no balls! His entire scrotum had been removed. He was as bare as any of the eunuchs in the compound; the thought suddenly hit me, he was a eunuch of the compound. Jase’s birthmark had disqualified him for breeding. He would spend the rest of his life in the compound cooking, cleaning, maintaining the compound, or caring for the children. He would never leave, nor would he return to our dormitory. The eunuch children were kept in a separate area.

When I had first seen Jase, in my excitement, my dick had become hard. As I was talking to him it was pointing straight toward him, indicating that it wanted him, wanted the touch of him, just as I wanted the touch of him, to hold him, to kiss him. When I looked at his cock, though, it just hung there, looking smaller than I’d ever seen it. My balls were producing little at that time. I probably had no more juices flowing through my blood stream than Jase, but when they cut off his nuts, they took more than his balls, they took his spirit as well. He said that he had to go. I watched him as he disappeared around a corner. I never saw him again.

Kelv and I both held each other, and cried, when I told him about Jase. Somehow, we didn’t feel like any of our sexual games that night.

Puberty hit me like a raging beast. It devoured the little boy that I’d been, and left a young man in his place. I rapidly grew, shooting up several inches, but my height wasn’t all that grew. My cock seemed to become enormous. In amazement, when I measured it, as I did often, it measured nine inches. My normally high voice first became a squeak, and then noticeably lower in tone. Hair grew on my balls, around my cock and under my arms.

It hit me before Kelv. I was only eleven at the time. One day we were playing our usual games. Kelv had my cock in his mouth, although he could no longer get it all in. I felt the usual pressure of a climax building, but, this time when it began, it was different. From deep inside me I felt a contraction, then I was thrusting, pumping, spurting my hot cum, my first cum, into Kelv’s mouth. My whole existence was now located in my cock. I was just cock, just orgasm, just cum spurting forth into Kelv’s mouth as I thrust my hips driving my cock farther and farther into Kelv’s mouth.. For a moment, I thought that I had died-if this was death, it was to be desired, not feared. Slowly, though, the world reappeared, winked back into existence, into my consciousness. I looked down to see Kelv still tenderly licking the head of my cock, a smile in his eyes as cum leaked from the corner of his mouth.

It was my first ejaculation, my first real orgasm. I remember it today, as if it just happened, but I guess that we all remember our first orgasm, whether it was accomplished with our hand, or with someone we loved. Maybe I recall mine so well, though, because it was with someone I loved. I could see the love in his eyes as he glanced up at me, read the love in his smile as he wiped my cum from the corner of his mouth.

It was also my last orgasm with Kelv for over a year. Pubescent boys are separated from those that hadn’t gone through puberty yet. My orgasm was the signal that it was time for me to be moved, and nothing was hidden from the other boys or the eunuchs. Love making wasn’t a private affair. It was as normal as eating, or pissing. Just as we ate in front of the other boys, so did we fuck or suck, or in every way play with each other. As soon as someone saw the cum drip from Kelv’s mouth, everyone, including the eunuchs knew that I had ejaculated.

When they came to move me, Kelv and I clung to each other. They had to pry us apart. My heart broke at the thought of leaving him. Even though they told me that he would join us when he went through puberty, it did nothing to ease the pain that I felt, the grief, the misery that threatened to drive all hope from my being, all love from my life, all beauty from my world.

I was sullen and unresponsive for weeks. They had to force me to eat. Eventually, my body acted on its own, driven by the juices produced by my balls. On night I was dreaming that I was back with Kelv, that he had his mouth on my cock, I could actually, in my dream, feel the heat of his mouth, the softness of his tongue. Suddenly, my orgasm began. I could feel the convulsions from deep inside of me, the pumping of my cock. I awoke to cum spurting forth from my cock, spurting far up onto my chest.

The next day I was sitting by myself, as usual, but I was thinking about the dream of the night before. My cock got hard. I closed my eyes and began stroking it with my hand. Soon I felt someone sit down beside me. He put one arm around my shoulder, and reached down with the other to grasp my cock. I released my grip as he began to stroke it. His head tilted over so that his face was next to mine. I clinched my eyes and bit my bottom lip as the cum began to pump, to shoot from my cock. When the last of the cum oozed from my cock, he kissed me gently on the side of my mouth.

His name was Alec. He rescued me from the depths of my despair, brought me back from that dark, lonely, hole into which I’d fallen. Lost in the ocean on a moonless night, he was my life preserver, a beacon showing me the way to shore. I clung to him, my mouth finding his. We kissed, our tongues dancing in each other’s mouth, playing tag with one another. I ran my tongue over his teeth. I could feel the smoothness of them. I imagined that I could feel the whiteness of them with my tongue.

I kissed his neck, working my way ever lower, stopping at his tits to take the tips of the nipples into my teeth, to gently bite them, then I was at his navel. I ran my tongue in it, licked it, and worked my way even lower. I was at his pubic hair, the bush above his cock. I could feel the coarseness of it. I took some of it in my teeth and gently pulled it. Then I took his throbbing cock into my hand. I had never had a fully grown cock, other than mine, in my hand before. It wasn’t as big as mine, probably no more than six and one-half inches, but compared to Kelv’s little boy cock, it was enormous. I licked the head. There was sticky precum oozing from its single eye. He moaned as I took him into my mouth. He thrust his hips as I worked his cock farther into my mouth, past my mouth, taking it into my throat so that my nose nestled in his pubic hair. He rammed his cock into my mouth, down my throat, faster and faster until I felt him stiffen, shudder, and then begin thrusting even harder. I could feel his hot cum in my throat, taste it in my mouth, the unique taste of cum. Just as I remember my first orgasm, my first ejaculation, I’ll never forget my first taste of cum.

Alec and I- he was thirteen, but actually a little smaller than I-spent the next year together. I loved him. Not as much as I had Kelv. I couldn’t bear to lose myself to love as I had with Kelv. The pain of separation had been too great. I didn’t think that I could live through that again. Besides, Alec was thirteen Although we didn’t know exactly what would happen, we knew that he would leave forever when he turned fourteen.

Although, I had played around with the other boys in our dormitory-I would have been thought to have had something wrong with me if I hadn’t-, Alec was the only one I really cared about. Fortunately, about a month before he left, Kelv came to live in our dorm.

God! He had grown since I’d seen him last! He was at least three inches taller, still shorter than I, but I was unusually large for my age. His cock was bigger, too. I noticed that right away. And, he had hair around it. When I’d last seen him he was as smooth as a baby’s bottom. When he saw me after they brought him in, he ran to me-actually we ran to each other. I threw my arms around him, picked him up off his feet and whirled him around and around, melting my mouth onto his.

I think that Alec was jealous of Kelv, but I did my best to always include him. Our sex games always involved all of us as we experimented, tried new combinations, new ways for three people to make love at the same time. My favorite was to have my cock in Alec’s ass, pumping away while Kelv was pounding mine. The combination of thrusting my cock in Alec’s tight ass and Kelv’s cock pounding my prostate would always give me the most intense orgasm. It would go on and on, pumping me dry, draining my soul as well as the cum from my body. I would get so lost in my own climax that I would sometimes forget to keep pumping Alec’s cock, to give him an orgasm as well. He never complained, though. I think that my big cock pounding his prostate was often enough to get him off.

In a month though, Alec was gone. Shortly after, I turned thirteen. Kelv was actually a few months older that I was, even though he’d reached puberty later. Nine months later they came for him.

Our parting, although painful, wasn’t as bad as before. Neither of us could have gone through that again. The previous parting had left scars, scars that toughened us, that preventing us from feeling the depth of emotion, even the intense love that we’d felt for each other before. Oh, we both cried, clung to each other for a while-I cried myself to sleep that night-, but there wasn’t the despair that I had felt before. I would be leaving in three months, myself. Much of time I was preoccupied thinking about that, both excited and frightened by the prospect, by the unknown.

Then it was my turn! They came for me; took me to another part of the compound. I was placed in a room by myself, except for two eunuchs. They watched me constantly. All body hair was plucked, including my bush, and the hair under my arms. My head was shaved. I wasn’t allowed to so much as touch my penis, much less masturbate. After a lifetime of having some kind of sexual play every day, it was almost more than I could stand. They finally had to tie my hands. I couldn’t keep them away from my cock. This went on for about two weeks. When I started having wet dreams almost every night, they figured I was ready.

I was bathed, my head shaved again, and perfumed. They gave me a drink that seemed to draw a veil before the world. I could still see clearly, but the world seemed to have a dreamlike quality to it, tints, colors, an etheralness which made it all seem unreal. I looked down at my cock. It was so hard! I thought that it would burst. I have never been so horny in my life. I was already horny from not having sex for so many days, but something in the drug intensified the feeling a hundredfold. If my hands hadn’t been tied, I would have grabbed it and begun masturbating. I struggled against the restraints, trying to reach it, feeling as if I would go insane if I couldn’t grab it, if I couldn’t relieve the tremendous pressure that centered in my cock.

They tied me to a chair litter and took me down a hall, through a door to some place I had never seen. They had taken me through a doorway built into a high wall that completely surrounded the compound when I had lived my entire life. There was a large open area, in which were groups of small buildings-houses where the yard eunuchs lived I later learned. Beyond the clearing, there was another wall. They sat me down in the yard and went back inside. In a few minutes another group of eunuchs came over, picked up my chair and carried me toward a doorway in the outer wall. They said nothing. They sat me down next to the doorway, rang a bell and left. They left me facing the doorway, so I couldn’t watch them walk off, but several minutes passed without anything happening. All I could see was my hard cock. I strained against my bonds trying to reach it.

In a few minutes, the door opened. More eunuchs came out to pick up my chair. These were eunuchs such as I had never seen. Their penises, although flaccid, were of a fairly normal size for a flaccid penis. They were built differently from the compound eunuchs, too. They, although rounded some in the hips, and lacking as much muscle, were built more like me than the compound eunuchs. There limbs didn’t seem as long, and, when they spoke, I was shocked that their voices were so low. They had scrotums, too. They were empty, but a little sack, folds of skin hung from their cocks.

They took me through several doors, which sealed tightly behind us, into a room in the center of which was a large bed, or padded table. I wasn’t quite sure which. They strapped me to the bed. I could raise my head, and thrust up with my pelvis, but couldn’t otherwise move. They left me there.

I raised my head and looked down toward my feet. All I could see was cock. My cock seemed to have grown. I don’t know whether it was because I wanted so to grab it, because it was the object of all my attention, all my desire, or because it was so engorged with blood, that it was actually larger.

The door opened. Someone entered. I raised my head to see. I had never seen, nor imagined such a creature. It had long hair, a figure more rounded than even the compound eunuchs, and what seemed at the time to be enormous breasts. Some of the eunuchs had breasts, but not like these! They were large, but stood out proudly from its body. I look down, down between its legs. There was no scrotum, nor even a penis. I could see the bush, beneath which seemed to be an indentation, or fold. Although I didn’t know what to call this at the time, I’ll use the names I later learned.

It, or as I later found out, she came over toward me. Although I was puzzled by her body, she was the most beautiful creature that I’d ever seen. I had always thought Kelv to be beautiful, but his beauty paled in comparison. She leaned over, crawled onto the bed, and straddled me. As she spread her legs, the indentation between them opened slightly. I could see the pink of the inside of it. Drops of moisture dripped from it. She held it suspended above my cock. I thrust my pelvis up as high as the restraints would allow. Suddenly I wanted nothing more in the world than to stick my cock inside that waiting, dripping, orifice. My cock seemed to grow, stretching, trying, on it’s own, to implant itself inside of her. Although I had never seen such an organ before, I knew, my cock knew, what it was for. My cock knew where it belonged.

I moaned as I strained upward toward it. Then slowly she bent her knees lowering it slowly down toward my waiting cock. I thought that I would explode, I couldn’t understand what I hadn’t already cum time and time again, but something in the drug must have prevented it, not without direct stimulation. Then the lips of her vagina, closed around the head of my cock. I felt them grabbing it, sucking on it, trying to pull it inside, She stayed there, not coming lower, rotating her hips, massaging just the head of my penis. I thought it was the most exquisite feeling that I had ever felt, until she lowered herself all the way, my entire penis disappearing inside of her, her bush rubbing against the bare skin, where mine used to be. I almost passed out from the sensation. She thrust a few times, then I exploded. I thought that my orgasm would never end. Every cell of my body was having its own orgasm, I was the orgasm. Out my cock pumped my life, my existence, my being. Nothing mattered, nothing existed except that orgasm, the pumping of my cock. Cum gushed from my penis. It ran down the shaft and pooled on my belly. My orgasm didn’t stop her, though. She kept thrusting and my cock remained hard. Suddenly I came again. This time, so did she. First she almost went rigid, then she shuddered, began breathing, panting, faster and faster, crying, “Oh....oh...oh..oh,” faster and faster building to a crescendo, shuddered again and fell forward over my chest, her hair over my face, her hot breath on my cheek. She lay there, her breast on my face, her chest heaving as she sucked in air. As she did, I felt her pussy contract around my penis. She didn’t thrust, but I could feel the muscles of her vagina tighten around the shaft of my penis. I came again. She felt me cum and began thrusting. Her mouth found mine, her tongue thrust inside my mouth as she rode my cock. I thrust my pelvis up as far as the restraints would allow. I wanted to thrust my whole body, my whole existence inside her cunt.

I don’t know how many orgasms I had that night. I’d as many as ten in one day before with Kelv and Alec, but I must have far surpassed that. I felt as if my entire essence had surged out of my cock. I was so exhausted that I could barely move, or raise my head. I felt her disengage her pussy from my still hard cock. I didn’t want her to go, but I hadn’t the energy to even speak. She slid down the table toward my feet. She got a sponge soaked in warm water and started washing off my cock and balls. It felt so good that I felt myself coming close to another orgasm. Then she did something unexpected. She placed her mouth around the head of my cock. It was all I could take. Again cum shot forth from my cock. This time into the mouth of the Queen. As I was still cumming, I felt her withdraw her head and grasp my balls. The sensation intensified my orgasm. There was a sharp pain as she slit open my sack. My balls dropped out. She grasped them, one at a time, stretched the cords and snipped them off. Cum was still gushing from my cock as my last ball fell to the table. She picked them up and spoke for the first time, “I think that I’ll keep these for a souvenir. If you live, you’ll come serve me.”

I lived, of course, or I wouldn’t be writing this tale. Normally when one of us is brought from the compound, we are fucked by many different women in order to spread around our seed. The Queen shares the male that breeds her with no one. I had only one woman while I had balls, but I had the Queen. She was worth a hundred of the rest. Of course the balls are cut off. Otherwise we would die from Gaia’s curse after being with a woman. As it was I became ill before the juices produced by my balls were flushed from my body. Many males die from the castration. I suppose that fewer would if a doctor, or some other professional performed it, but Gaia has ordained that the last woman to fuck the boy must cut off his balls.

I went to live in the palace to serve the Queen. I served her in more ways than one. Although I no longer had balls, my dick still got hard, not as hard as on that night, and cum no longer gushed from it, mostly now just a little clear liquid. It was still enjoyable, but nothing, before, or since, has ever compared to the night I lost my balls. She kept my balls. They should have been sacrificed to Gaia, but the weren’t. She kept them in a little gold box. She willed them to me upon her death. I guess that I’m the only adult male in the world that still has his balls.

She had two children, twins, by me, a boy and a girl. The boy went to the compound. After fourteen years I began looking at faces of new eunuchs, but I’ve never seen one that I could definitely say was he. He could have had some defect that caused him to be castrated at ten, and might still be in the compound, might have died upon being castrated or from Gaia’s curse, or I might have seen him without knowing it was he. The girl is the present Queen. Her mother died ten years ago. Of course she doesn’t know that I’m her father. Fathers are never acknowledged.

I served the Queen for several years, but eventually she found herself another beautiful boy who pleased her. She treated me fairly, appointed me to my post as historian. I’ve always been treated with respect, even though I’m a eunuch, and a slave.