Byzantium 3: The Blond Slave

Historical. A blond slave is finally gelded.

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Byzantium 3: The Blond Slave

By the author of 'Cut Boy' and 'SS Research Unit' 


In 1080 AD Stephen Comnenus, a relative of the Emperor of Byzantium, 
commissioned a monk,  George Bolkan, to compile an exhaustive work on 
castration and the making of eunuchs as practiced in the Eastern 
Roman Empire. Bolkan spoke with many people, slave-owners, castrators 
and eunuchs, giving these stories verbatim in his final text. The 
following is from part of the surviving manuscript.

I castrate my master's slaves for him when they need to be done. 
There are the younger boys, usually about twelve years old,  just 
before they begin to grow hair in their groins. They are destined to 
serve the master's wives. Then there are the older ones, who are 
castrated as a punishment for some crime. It is a severe punishment 
and my master seldom orders it for older slaves except for repeated 
offenses. Then there are the others, usually around  seventeen or 
eighteen years of age, who I castrate before they can make trouble.



These slaves are easy to judge. They are usually sort of slave who 
will consider themselves first, rather than the will of their master. 
They are the sort of slaves who will think before they obey. They are 
also usually confident and cocky and there is a history of small 
disobediences to rules and orders. Often they are good-looking and 
know the value of their appearances in getting small favours and 
lenient treatment. After they have been gelded, their whole manner 
changes and my master, in the past, has frequently elevated them to 
high positions in the household. 



The last slave I castrated was one such slave. He was around 
seventeen years of age and blond. He wore his golden hair, with its 
darker understreaks, long. He was of average height and his skin was 
unblemished. Like many blonds he was smooth and relatively hairless. 
It was odd gelding him at that age because earlier, when he was 
twelve, I had in fact chosen him, because of his good-looks, to be 
clipped of his balls to serve my master's wives in the women's 
quarters. I had taken him aside one day and made him strip down, then 
to lie upon a pallet with his lean boyish legs apart while I examined 
his small cock and his balls. Under the touch of my fingers, he 
quickly developed an erection, moreover one that was large for his 
age and still hairless state. I can still see him watching me with 
wide-eyed curiosity and embarrassment as I manipulated him. When I 
rolled him over,  he had small white buttocks and his hole between 
them was so tight to my moistened finger I could barely get it into 
him.



I had him sent, with the other boy I had chosen, to the dormitory 
where those boys who are destined to be castrated are taught the arts 
of attendance and serving. I can recall distinctly his face when he 
was told of his fate and how he fell upon his knees before me and 
begged me to spare him the knife. Strangely enough, his prayers were 
answered eventually because, only days before he were due to be cut, 
my master was given a matched pair of young Greek eunuchs by his 
brother and it was decided that we would not need to geld any of our 
own slaves that year. So he was returned to general duties. And a 
year later, when it came time to chose two boys again, he was older, 
with hair in his groin and he could not be chosen to serve in the 
women's quarters



Perhaps it was this early escape from the gelding-knife that 
convinced this slave of his charmed life. He developed an attitude 
and a certain carriage of his body that did not bode well for his 
future.  I soon grew tired of his air of rebellion. When he was given 
orders he always looked like he obeyed them only because he wished to 
obey them, not because he had been ordered to do so.  He was also 
aware of his good looks and his walk was free and confident. I 
remember watching him from behind one day as he strolled down a 
passage and I could tell from his easy movements that he was too full 
of himself. 



Then the master ordered me to provide two boys so that a friend of 
his who was staying for the summer could pick one for his bed.  I 
choose this blond slave, who was around 16 at that time to be one of 
them. For such a slave, being buggered for a month or two and 
submitting to this with all the other slaves knowing of his role, is 
often enough to break their spirits.  How he hated me when I told him 
of my intentions. Later when he and the other boy were undressed 
preparatory to my master's friend choosing one of them, I enjoyed him 
having to bend over a table and have another slave lubricate his rear 
should my master's friend choose him for his bed that night. I recall 
the look on his face as he was ordered to spread his legs wider and 
present his rear properly. However this too was not to be.  He and 
the other boy stood naked before my master's friend and turned to 
show their rears to him, but it was the other darker haired boy who 
was chosen. 



When he had grown a bit older, I spoke to the master about him and 
asked for permission to geld him. My master suggested we wait a 
little. It was then I began to notice the fact that as the blond 
slave served my master he would frequently get erections  in the 
presence of any women servants.  I ordered another slave to keep an 
eye on him and if he found any indications of sexual trespass to 
inform me immediately. Bit try as he might, while there were actions 
that could be read as suspicious, he could give me no evidence that 
would cause the master to order me to clip the youth of his manhood.



Finally, one day I was in the baths washing, and I saw the blond 
slave in the company of others. He was standing side-on to me and 
just the position of his body, the jut of his hips forcing forward 
his groin, the line of his unerect cock, and his laughter as he 
explained something to an admiring group of younger slaves decided 
me. I went to the master and said that the slave's attitudes were 
influencing others and I said how I suspected him of sexual trespass 
with women servants but had not yet managed to prove it. I also 
suggested that, after his gelding had calmed the slave, he would be a 
worthy addition to my master's immediate retinue. My master 
contemplated my words for a while and then finally nodded agreement.



My actions were immediate. I went to the small courtyard where slaves 
were whipped. When I gelded younger boys I used a table in a 
storeroom and spread-eagled them across it. For the older slaves, I 
used the whipping frame. It was a simple construction. Two posts 
supported a bar at around thigh level. A foot and a half behind it 
was a small table of widely spaced wooden slats. The slaves ankles 
were tied to the posts. The bar at thigh level kept his legs straight 
and then he was bent over, the upper part of his body on the slatted 
table and his out-stretched arms tied at the upper corners. Such a 
position perfectly presented the slave to either the whip or the 
knife. It was a simple matter to check all the thongs that would bind 
him to the frame. Then I readyied the knife that I used, sharpening 
it carefully on a small whetstone. 



I summoned the blond slave to his dormitory and waited there with two 
of the stronger stable-hands. When the youth arrived I ordered him to 
strip down and lie on his pallet. Whether he remembered this position 
from when he was younger, I do not know but in the midst of the 
unconcealed dislike in his gray-green eyes, as he stripped off his 
clothes, I thought I could detect some fearful suspicion. 



He was well-grown now, although his thighs were still free of hair. I 
had him part his legs for me and examined his balls, fingering them 
slowly. He had good heavy nuts and in other circumstances, if he had 
been of a more amenable disposition, I may even have chosen him to 
breed, young as he was. Then I examined his cock. It had probably 
grown to near its full-size now. I held the soft, warm  cylinder in 
my hand and pulled back his foreskin to expose its head.  The set of 
his mouth and the narrowing of his eyes told me that he hated me for 
this intimate inspection. But there was more to come. I ordered him 
to roll over on his belly and to spread his legs. 



His buttocks were of a fine shape and creamy-white coloured. I spread 
them crudely with one hand while spitting on the other. His hole 
tightened in its faint ring of hair. Taking no care of his hurt, I 
crudely pushed my finger inside of him, twisting it and turning it to 
achieve my aim. Despite his effort to silence himself I heard his 
slight winces and grunts at my forced movement. He was hot inside and 
the warm tightness of his muscles there closed all around my index 
finger. 



When I finished I ordered him to stand up. He did so slowly with an 
offensive attitude. Then I nodded at the stable-hands who grasped him 
by his arms and walked him naked out from his dormitory down the 
stairs and finally into the narrow courtyard that was our 
destination. When he saw where we were going he turned to me and 
demanded to know what thing he had done for which he was going to be 
whipped. I ignored him and the two stable-hands bent him over the 
frame. First I tied his arms by the wrists to the upper corner. This 
effectively immobilised him. Then I had the stable-hands grasp each 
of his ankles and draw them out to the two posts. I looped the thongs 
around his ankles and tied him there. One of the stable-hands gagged 
him against his muffled protest. 



His thighs were now tautly stretched and between his legs his balls 
hung in their rounded sac. His buttocks had been parted by his 
position to expose his rear hole. In spite of the fact he was firmly 
tied I could see him try each of his bonds with all his strength. 
Then I told him that he was not to be whipped but  that his master 
and I had decided he was to be gelded because of his attitude. As 
soon as the words meant something to him, he reacted but his bonds 
restrained him. He tried to shout out to me but the gag stopped his 
words. He could only twist his head and his shoulder length blond-
hair brushed back and forth across his back. As he tried to draw his 
legs together, the leather thongs cut into his ankles.



I always take things slowly under these circumstances. I geld the 
younger boys quickly and neatly but in the case of older youths and 
those being punished, I always linger over my actions so as force 
them to experience all that was being done to them. So I took my time 
preparing the leather-thong that I used as a noose to tie around his 
balls to stop them moving as I cut. Then I casually moved to stand 
directly behind him. He twisted his head in an attempt to see me and 
I could see the gag tightly pulling at the corners of his mouth.



I reached up between his legs and grasped his balls. His thighs 
struggled to close against my grip but the slave's bonds held firm. 
With his movements I could feel the bouncing touch of his cock on the 
back of my hand. He was beginning to grow erect. It was a simple move 
to take the noosed thong down over my hand and to close it around his 
balls, but I prolonged this action. I also drew it as tight as I 
could and I could see his shudders with the pain of that 
constriction. His balls were now bunched at the end of his sac.  
Still holding them in one hand and pulling down in them slightly to 
loosen his skin, I reached up with my other hands and felt his 
stiffening cock. I pulled back on his foreskin and unhooded his head, 
moving my fingers around to stroke and stimulate it as it thickened 
in my hand. 



I wandered back to my bench and watched him there for a moment, his 
legs widely spread, the thong from his noosed balls hanging between 
them and his stiff cock lying up again his belly now, its head 
swollen and reddening. I let him wait there while I tested the blade 
of the knife. Carrying a small bowl for his balls, and my knife, I 
wandered back to stand behind him. He was aware of my presence and he 
hitched his body as if to escape. All his muscles were straining and 
taut. I could see the faint sheen of sweat on the skin of his back. 
The two stable-hands had positioned themselves to see the 
consequences of the operation. The younger one, a dark haired Slovak, 
had a perceptable erection which he tried to conceal. 



Speaking for myself, I too had a full erection and I could feel it 
rubbing against the cotton of my trousers. This was a usual event. 
Each time I gelded a man or a boy, I would be hard and later, after 
they had been tended, I would inevitably go and find a younger 
servant girl or sometimes an attractive boy, ordering them to my 
rooms and I would come two or three times within them over a period 
of an hour. 



I put the bowl down by my feet and positioned myself carefully. Again 
the blond slave tried to see what I was doing there and turned his 
head. His face was strained and his forehead was damp with sweat. I 
had my small curved pruning knife in one hand and, when he saw it, 
his legs tried to kick against his restraints but the whole force of 
his action was translated into a shaking of the wooden frame that 
supported him. I reached between his legs with my free hand and held 
his balls gently with a soft caressing touch. Then I felt the length 
of his cock. It was fully-erect and he could have got no harder. It 
was a good straight length and again I contemplated how, if things 
had been different, he might have made an ideal breeding slave. I 
rubbed him there tenderly, just below his cock-head, and felt him 
jerk from that touch.



Then I pulled his balls out hard behind him and held them there. With 
my grip, his cock was pulled away from his stomach and I could see 
it, pointing down towards the ground. The crease between the slave's 
buttocks was sweaty and  his hole was squeezed tight. Later, after he 
had been healed, the master would assign him to some mature slave 
whose preferences lay that way and the youth would learn the sexual 
role to which he would be limited for the remainder of his life.



The slave was gripping the table top with his hands. I could see his 
knuckles whitening as he held that splintery wood. He was making a 
keening sound that even his gag did not truly muffle. His head was 
now facing forward and bent to the table top. Every muscle of his 
back showed his tense anticipation. His buttocks were clenched but 
could not close the space between then. Nor could his thighs come 
together to cover himself. 



Still I lingered, gazing at those two nuts, still in their sac in my 
hand. There were such small things in the scheme of the world, but 
such important things for a man. I brought my knife down near them, 
pulling them out from the slaves body as far as I could. I could hear 
one of the stable-hand's breath being drawn in. The courtyard was 
still, waiting for my action.



It was very simple. I put the point of the knife through his skin 
just above one ball and drew it down just as one would draw a fruit 
knife down a peach. The slave convulsed with the pain and the whole 
wooden frame jerked with that struggle. It was an easy matter to pop 
the ball from its sac through the slit I had made. With my head, I 
gestured at one of the stable-hands who bent and picked up the bowl 
and held it beneath the slaves balls. As I cut the cord I was careful 
to roll the knife. For some reason this pull on that narrow tube, 
reaching far up inside of them, always makes gelded slaves spurt 
seed. As the gray-pink ball dropped into the bowl, I saw the youth 
spurt his seed out from his downward pointing cock and the ground was 
sprayed with droplets of white. 



Then it was the other ball. This time, there was very little seed, 
just a clearer fluid which soaked into the dust. I let the youth's 
empty sac drop and his still erect penis slapped back against his 
belly. Still, even though I was no longer holding him, the slaves 
struggled on the frame, weaker now, because he knew all that he 
struggled to save was gone. His empty ball-sac hung between his 
legs., robbed of its value. 



All that remained now was to free him from his bonds and the two 
stable-hands would half-support, half-carry him back to his dormitory 
where he would remain until he was healed. Then, after he had been 
washed down, I too would leave him and seek my own sexual release, 
deep between the wet thighs of a young  girl I had seen the day 
before, bending over a wash-bowl in the women's quarters.