Stamboul Slavers Part 2: Virgin Bulls

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Stamboul Slavers  Part 2: Virgin Bulls

After many years as the leading slave marketers of the Ottoman 
capital, my father's business decides to introduce a deluxe range of 
eunuchs for the Empire's leading private harems. 

The Proposal

I had been thinking about my plan to produce muscular eunuch virgins 
all day, and now that dinner had finally finished, and my mother and 
sister had left the room, I raised the subject with my father and my 
two older brothers. Together with father they now ran the business; 
I too would eventually join them. Recounting my conversation earlier 
in the day with one of our regular eunuch buyers, I spoke of how our 
business could become famous and possibly rich (though at 16 I still 
too young to understand such things) by introducing a line of 
eunuchs that were both strongly built while also guaranteed virgins. 
I didn't add that the thought of being the first to sleep with the 
pick of the muscular slave virgins was also a strong reason to 
proceed.  How I asked them, did they think it would be possible to 
produce such slaves, and would there be a market for them?

"Problem is, little brother" said the older of my two brothers after 
some silence that followed the end of my little speech "it's their 
balls that give them their muscles, and if you let them keep them 
after their hairs start to show, then they want to use them, and 
there goes the virgin angle of your scheme". "Not if they don't have 
the means to loose their precious virginity" said my middle brother. 
"They may want to loose it, especially after they go through their 
change; but if the means, by which I mean their stalk, is not there 
or is unable to be used, then virgins they stay." 

"What kind of client is going to buy a eunuch, and let's remember 
that's where the money is; what kind of client is going to pay for a 
eunuch with a complete set of  genitals, no matter how locked up 
they are, and for how long?" "Yes" my father said, finally joining 
the debate "to qualify for sale as a eunuch according to the 
capital's Slave Sellers Guild, a male slave has to be without his 
either his testicles, his testicles and scrotum, or his testicles, 
scrotum and penis." "But what if he has his testicles and scrotum, 
but no penis, what then" I asked. "Well then you have the solution 
to your dilemma, and a brand new class of eunuchs" said my beaming 
father.

"Now my son, I am very proud of you" said my father. "When I first 
joined my own father in the business, I proposed that we start 
buying captives from the Sultan's wars. He let me do it and we 
greatly expanded our family's wealth doing so. This proposal of 
yours takes me back to those days. Here is my thinking. Firstly, 
let's see how the market place reacts to your innovation. We'll 
destalk one of today's consignment of yard slaves and hold him over 
till the sale day after next. As for your original idea of neutering 
one of these special eunuchs before their body hairs appear, well 
that's a long-term investment. If you cut them at 12, then you 
really couldn't put them to sale for at least 4 years�"

"Why don't we try with one of the Slav boys that we currently have" 
I interrupted my father; my enthusiasm for the project running ahead 
of me. Remembering perhaps that it was his original idea to buy 
beautiful boys and youths enslaved in the Sultan's Balkan wars, my 
father replied after some silence "very well then, I don't want to 
quell your enthusiasm for the continuing success of the business; 
you can go and pick one of the Slav boys". As I stood up from the 
table, hoping to get away before my erection became too easy to 
notice, my father added "before that, would you find the yardmaster 
and bring him here". 

I raced down to the holding pens, looking for our yardmaster. I 
found him eating a late meal with the other workers, having finally 
locked down the slaves for the night. "Father would like to see you, 
we need your help with a new project of ours." Rising from the table 
with a curious look, he followed me back to the main house. As we 
walked, I told him of my proposals. "Your father must be proud of 
you" he commented. "Yes, and eager to get started".

"I suppose by now that you've heard all the details from my eager 
young son," said my father to the yardmaster as he entered the 
dining room. "I think he might have struck on something that could 
develop well for the business. I want to cut two slaves tonight, to 
get the project going, and to see what chances we will have of 
success. Both on the cutting table and in the market place." Thus 
said, he then instructed my brothers to prepare the storeroom for 
tonight's eunuch making.

"We'll use the storeroom table; connect strong ropes to each of its 
legs. I also want rope to hold the chest and waist down. You'll also 
need to prepare two pallets in the side room for the recovery. I 
think as far as the Nubian goes, we had better to drug him before we 
start cutting; this is the first time we've tried anything like this 
and we don't need him struggling against his ropes. As for the Slav 
boy, better to let him see what's happening to him; it'll take some 
of the fight out of him. Better get a gag also, for the boy; don't 
want to disturb the other slaves. Now off with you two."

" As for your tasks tonight" my father said, turning to the 
yardmaster and myself after my brothers had left the room "I want 
you to inspect the work slaves that we are holding tonight, and find 
me the one with the biggest balls. It doesn't really matter about 
the size of the stalk; that's coming off anyway. But I want you to 
find me a Nubian with a set of balls that will stand out from where 
his stalk used to hang. Try also to pick one with a well-muscled 
body, and hopefully some kind of a pretty face. After that, I want 
you to go to pen where we've got those Slav boys and pick one that 
looks like he'll develop a set of muscles after he's been worked 
hard over the next few years. Make sure that his body hair has yet 
to appear. Oh, and wash both of them before you bring them to the 
storeroom. Now go."

My dream was coming true and thanks to my father, we were starting 
tonight! In an hour or two we  would be cutting slaves, and not as 
some punishment or at the request of some buyer, but as an 
experiment in erotic manufacture that I had thought of. And for me a 
whole new world of first-time sex. Virgin bulls not virgin boys! 
That's how I was going to make my mark in the world; and how I was 
going to fill my bed.

To be continued�