The Sultana's Eunuchs

The empire got a Sultana.  She was going to make eunuchs in a new way.

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I never dreamed that I would be in charge of the eunuch making 
chamber.  Me, the Sultana’s maid.  The sultan was weak.  So different
 from the sultana, beautiful and strong.   He, like most men, liked 
to screw two women at the same time.  One night long time ago, when
 he was screwing me, the Sultana grabbed his balls and squeezed them
 hard.  To our surprised, he liked it.  We gradually did that more
 and more and discovered his submissive streak.  The Sultana did more
 and more ball squeezing and less screwing.  She could not bear the
 thought of him invading her.  She gradually had him under her total
 control.  She let him come only if he obeyed her.  She let him know
 that she preferred making love to the women in the harem.  She
 controlled him outside the bedroom too.  Gradually, she got all his
 power.  She was smart and intelligent.  Most officials in court
 quickly saw the light and followed the winner.




I was riding the sultan.  The Sultana was squeezing his balls.  He
 seemed to twisting much more than before.  He sounded more painful
 than pleasured.  Suddenly, he screamed.  His body was twisting
 violently under me. He was clearly in tremendous pain.  The Sultana
 pushed me forward from behind.  She grabbed my tits and started
 riding his cock. She kissed me hard and rubbed herself against my
 back.  She was wild with excitement.  She went on and on, with one
 orgasm after another.   


Finally the Sultana stopped.  She was spent, but still holding me
 tight from behind.  After a long while, she said weakly: "I crushed
 his balls.  I could feel it go pop in my hand.  It was so
 exciting."  When we turned and looked at the sultan, he was dead.  





It was easy for her to take over the empire.  She had the power
 anyway and nobody wanted to argue.   She then surprised everyone by
 announcing that we would make no more eunuchs.   That night, after a
 couple of hours of lovemaking, I asked her why.  The Sultana
 laughed.  "Of course we must have eunuchs.  Why should I fight such
 an old tradition?  But we are going to make eunuchs my way.  We are
 going to have a lot of fun doing it.  This is just a ploy to pension
 off the old vets and put you in charge."  I was so surprised I could
 hardly speak.  "I think you prefer women lovers!"  "I do, my love. 
 But I enjoy men too."




We rebuilt the eunuch making chamber.  It used to be a depressing
 place.  We made it into a pleasure chamber.   All the furniture were
 replaced. The new furniture were designed to facilitate lovemaking.
 The Sultana designed many herself.   All the new guards were
 beautiful women.  A woman artist designed their new uniform,
 revealing, teasing, exciting.  The Sultana wanted all cocks to be
 hard and erect before she cut them off.  




Hand in hand, the Sultana and I walked into the new eunuch making
 chamber.  The man was already strapped to the bench with his legs
 wide apart.  Tonight, we were going to start making eunuch again.  
 The Sultana would do him the honor herself.  She walked around him
 for an inspection, satisfied with my choice.  His cock was huge, a
 massive twelve inch with a wide girth.  His enormous balls thrilled
 her. They were simply the largest set of  balls she had ever seen. 
 Each testicle was slightly bigger than a large egg.  She touched him
 lightly, again and again.   



We walked towards the bed, kissing and fondling each other’s
 breasts.  Two guards pushed the bench, following.  They raised the
 bench so he could watch us.  The eunuch-to-be was very excited. 
 Poor thing.  Watching beautiful women make love with a hard on he
 could do nothing about.  We had to fix that problem for him. 
 Standing next to the bed, we kissed and slowly undressed each
 other.  The Sultana turned around and dragged my bra lightly over
 his body.  After a while, she stopped and hanged the bra on his cock.


We made love.  The eunuch-to-be watched.  The guards kept him excited
 with kisses and caress.  They were told not to touch his cock. 
 Other than that, they could do anything they wanted.  Then the
 Sultana sat on the edge of the bed, facing the cock and balls.  I
 sat behind her and continued to love her with kisses and my
 fingers.  The Sultana began to massage the balls.  The cock was
 twisting involuntarily.  


The Sultana gave the cock a squeeze.  He moved his hips to fuck her
 hand.  He was trembling, on the blink of coming.  She squeezed the
 balls hard.  She stopped him from coming.  He kept fucking her
 hand.  She let him, but kept squeezing the balls hard so he could
 not come.  His body was twisting more violently, with pleasure and
 pain.  She was having another orgasm.  


Suddenly, he screamed.  She let go of the balls and took a sharp 
knife from beneath the bench.  She quickly cut the huge cock off,
 then the balls.  The Sultana dropped everything and turned towards
 me again.  She was so excited that it took five more orgasms before
 she was spent.  




Since that night, we had made many more eunuchs.  We had a lot of fun
 and pleasure doing it.