Mehemet III

Once again let me introduce myself. I am Ahmed, surgeon for Sultan Mehemet. As well as the regular duties which a surgeon is expected to perform, there are those special ones which are the subject of these accounts. Now some say that I take pleasure in pain. That may be so. But I am also very skilled at my craft, and I have considerable status as a result.

This afternoon they brought me one of the Emperor’s favorite bed-boys to be cut. He was starting to mature and His Highness wanted him smooth-cheeked and girlish for as long as possible. Furthermore he had been caught with his hands on the tits of one of the servant girls. I had heard of this boy and how expert he is. But I had to content myself with soaping him thoroughly, feeling him start to erect and then while I massed his organs explaining the surgical procedures that were about to be performed on him.

He pleaded and begged, describing all the pleasures he could give me with his mouth and ass and fingers…until the knife slit his scrotum open and his begging was replaced by screams. Now he has a bleeding empty sack between his legs. It will heal but he will never know what it is to fuck a woman.

I have told them to bring the blond boy from the mountains of Salonika to my chambers for my entertainment tonight. I do not have to worry what tales he might tell about what happens here.

This boy has been to my bed-chamber half a dozen times before. He has become quite skilled at giving me pleasure. He cried a lot the first couple of times I forced my cock into him. But now he has learned how to relax his sphincter and set his buttocks so I enter more easily. Perhaps he has been practicing with other boys! And he is becoming boring to me. Tonight he will provide other sorts of entertainment. Fortunately the walls are thick and they will not be able to hear his screaming in the streets outside – though even if they did it would matter little. This is a surgery and there is often screaming from it.

I tell him to lie on his back on my bed and I straddle him with my knees on either side of his head. He knows what I want and immediately obeys. He nibbles and licks at my scrotum, wetting me with his saliva. Then he takes one of my balls into his mouth. He rolls it on his tongue. I tell him to open wider. My balls fill his mouth. As he sucks them I harden and a shiver goes up my spine. His fingers caress my ass and my cock. I have taught him well! But I am tired of him and I want a fresh, new one.

I lead him to the ladder in the corner of my room. He is used to me playing games with him so he is not afraid and willingly puts his upper body between two rungs Thus bent over, he is nicely exposed for my enjoyment. I tie his wrists to the legs at the bottom, then spread his legs and tie his ankles as well. I stand back to admire the vee of his opened legs. The wrinkle of his anus peeks between his buttocks and below his testicles nestle invitingly between his open legs. I touch the little flower with my fingertip and he presses toward me so that my finger presses into him. I run my hands up the insides of his legs, feeling the muscles of calves and thighs. He tenses as my hands go higher. His skin is so soft there! My hands go up the insides of his thighs to where they meet his body. I stroke him there beside his genitals and he moves with my fingers. I gently caress his testicles, taking one at a time between my fingertips and massaging them. Of course his cock hardens.

Shall I allow him one last orgasm? Let him spout his seed onto his own belly, bent over like this, legs spread wide? I smile at the thought of my hands bringing him the ultimate pleasure – then excruciating pain. And I know that tonight I am going to hurt him! His balls are suspended like ripe fruit waiting to be plucked from the stem. He is mine! I can do whatever I want with him. Tonight I will harvest that fruit. My knife will cut the cords and I will pull his plums from him. Or perhaps I will smash them it in their sack and listen to him screaming out his vocal cords at the agony between his legs!

I have never hurt him much before, other than when I forced his anus the first few times. Several times I have let him come, milking his cock with my hands. Tonight will be different. There is a red rage of lust in my brain. Buggering this boy will be only the beginning of my pleasures.

He has a delightful, long, slim cock. The last time he was here I tied him to a chair – legs spread, hands behind him. A little olive oil and the strokes of my fingers and he was soon slippery and hard. I sat on him and fitted him into me. Then I rode him for my pleasure. But young boys have no endurance. He creamed and went soft inside me far too soon.

He is hard in my hands now. And I have decided. He will have his last orgasm. And I will suck him. But then he will die. That way his mouth will never betray what happened here.

I have never sucked one of these boys before. I masturbate them often. I bugger a few of them when I think it safe to do so. But I have never had one’s cock in my mouth.

Looking back between his legs he can see the knife and his eyes widen in terror. I take up a stone and sharpen the blade so that he will have time to appreciate what is about to happen to him.

I like to hear them plead with me. What will they offer me so that I don’t sever their testicles from them? But what can this boy offer. He has already given me it all! I have milked his juices from him. He has knelt between my legs to service me with his mouth. He has lain on his belly for me to bugger him. There is nothing more he can offer, other than the fruit between his legs!

I press the point of the long thin blade into the little bag just below his cock. It slips in smoothly and out the other side, completely through his scrotum. He is crying and begging now. He screams for his mother. So many of them do that when they feel the knife. Do they really expect their mothers to magically appear and save their sexual organs? I slice downward between his testicles, opening his scrotum from top to bottom. I separate the two halves of the sack and the white pearls are exposed. His knees are shaking in panic and he tries to press himself into the ladder to get away from my hands.

I take one smooth white organ between my fingers and squeeze it. His screams are high-pitched now as the agony spreads through his groin. The blade cuts the cord of the testicle I am squeezing. It comes free and I drop it to the side. The other one I take in my fist. I squeeze it harder and harder until I feel it rupture in my palm. He hangs unconscious over the rungs of the ladder as I cut his ruined organ from him.