Byzantium 4: Waiting To Be Gelded (Part 1)

A boy is chosen to be a page for the Emperor and waits to be gelded.

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By the author of Cut Boy, SS Research Unit, Gelding The Boy-Herd and 
the Byzantium Stories.
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I was born into slavery, and I was owned by the emperor. At eight I 
was selected to be schooled and for the next four years I spent part 
of my day learning how to read and write. When I was twelve I was 
taken with other boys of the same age into part of the Palace I had 
never been in before. There we were carefully examined. We were lined 
up in a passageway outside a room and each of us went in one at a 
time. Inside there were three men including the Head of the Emperor's 
Household, a eunuch. I had only ever seen him from a distance before. 
One of the younger men told me to take off all my clothes. I felt 
embarrassed because of the intense scrutiny of their gazes as they 
watched me take off my shirt and undo and lower my trousers. The 
young slave made me turn around slowly and walk across the room and 
back again. Then I had to stand in front of one of the men while he 
carefully studied my young muscles and listened to my heart.



I was then told to go and lay on a bench at the back of the room. 
There were two poles with a curious attachment to them on either side 
of the bench. When I was lying there on the bare wood, the young 
slave lifted up each of my legs and put them up in the stirrup-like 
arrangement. My legs and thighs were wide apart and I felt even more 
embarrassment for it seemed that the eyes of everyone in the room 
were focused between them, looking at my cock and balls. The man who 
examined me came over with the Head Of The Emperor's Household. The 
man put his hands between my legs and began to feel my balls. This 
was the first time anyone's hands had touched them except my own. He 
spent a long time there carefully feeling around. Then he touched my 
prickle. At first he just examined it and pulled back my foreskin to 
expose its head. But then he dipped his hand in some oil and slowly 
began to massage me. In a moment I felt a warm rush to my groin and I 
felt myself growing harder beneath his slippery grip. He continued 
his slippery movements for some time. This was all done in perfect 
silence. Then he stopped and stood back from me. The Head of the 
Emperor's Household looked down at my hard cock and then, quickly, he 
felt it's length with one hand while running his other hand 
underneath to cup my balls. Then he nodded, as if to himself, before 
stepping back. The man who examined me then picked up a small pole of 
polished wood and smeared it with oil. He bent over my groin and put 
the rounded end of the pole upon my asshole and began rubbing it 
there and slowly pushing it in. I felt uncomfortable as he worked it 
in and it hurt a little as he pushed and pulled it, getting further 
into me with each stroke. However it wasn't long before I felt that 
smooth pole deep inside of me and though I was biting my lip against 
the strange feeling, part pleasure, part pain, the man putting it in 
seemed pleased. He then pulled it out abruptly. I was told to get 
dressed which I did quickly and then I was sent back to my duties.



Two days later, five of us were called out of our classes and told we 
were to go into training to be pages for the Emperor. We moved to a  
small building on the other side of the palace. While we were 
standing in a small dormitory which was to be ours, we were told that 
we would be further schooled. We would attend classes and learn how 
to ride. We would also learn the structure and ways of the household 
in order to fulfill our duties. Then we were told that when we were 
old enough we would be gelded and then we would be assigned our 
permanent duties. The word gelded meant nothing to any of us at that 
moment, except as something that would be done to us at some later 
time. However the word had a strange ring to it and in the way the 
man said it, I experienced a quick stab of something like fear or 
foreboding.



The overseer of the trainee pages was obviously used to this 
incomprehension because then he explained to us carefully that when 
we were around 15 we would have our balls removed to that we could 
serve the Emperor. He said that some boys had both their prickles and 
their balls taken off because they were to be assigned to the 
Emperor's wife. However the Emperor's pages only had  their balls cut 
off. 



The thought that I might lose my balls was a strange thought. I was 
used to boyish accidents and knew that it hurt there if I fell onto a 
bar or a fellow-slave was too violent in his wrestling. I was worried 
about the pain and the thought that my balls would actually be cut 
off made me squirm inside. I especially did not like the idea of them 
being cut, of my skin being slit. I kept on thinking of a knife 
cutting my balls from me, piercing my skin with my blood flowing 
freely. The idea of a knife down there and that pain was frightening. 
But still I had, at that age, no real knowledge of what I would be 
losing.



We were given no time to think about it because then we were shown 
the class rooms, where other, older boys were being taught. I 
remember looking at them, especially the oldest boys who were around 
15. I knew that each of them were going to be gelded, some sooner 
rather than later. There was one older boy with black hair who was of 
a husky build. There was another who was blonde and slimmer. I 
thought about them and how soon they would be facing that knife that 
I imagined. But there was only time for a glimpse of these boys as we 
passed the classroom.



After we were shown all the facilities of the building,  we were 
dressed in the uniform of trainee pages. The cloth was better than 
any of us had ever experienced before and we were all proud of 
wearing this livery. But that night when I went to bed, I slipped my 
hand down between my legs to feel those two balls that were destined 
to be taken from me. One of the other boys must have been thinking 
the same thing because there was a whispering voice in the darkness 
asking if we thought it would hurt when we were gelded. We did not 
have a chance to reply to the question because the guard, who was 
always stationed at our open door, told us to quiet down. 



It all seemed as if it was some strange dream the next day when we 
began our training. We had lessons in the morning, the five of us 
sitting at small desks. There were various teachers. Some taught us 
figures. Others talk us about the empire. Some taught us history. In 
the afternoon we did physical lessons. We learned to ride horses 
which was where I learned that some horses were gelded as well. It 
made me feel strange to think that they gelded boys as well as 
horses. I used to look between the horses legs as I approached them 
in their stables and see that little flap of remaining skin while 
thinking about how some day I too would be like this. In addition to 
riding we learned the skills of the stables and how to care for 
horses. We learned the arts of hunting. We also learned physical 
defense; how to use a bow and a sword should we ever be called upon 
to protect the Emperor. At the end of each day we were exhausted.



Four times a year we were inspected by the same man who had initially 
examined us. It can't have been long after I arrived that I began to 
grow hair above my prickle. One day it seemed as if there was nothing 
there and the next day it seemed there were black hairs streaking my 
skin. When we bathed I noticed that others of the boys in my 
dormitory were growing hairs. The first time I was inspected again 
after our arrival, the man examined me just as closely as he had done 
in the beginning. Except this time he made me sit on a wide arm-less 
chair with a sloping back. He told me to stretch my legs apart and he 
greased his palm again with oil. Slowly he massaged my cock until it 
grew again. Somehow to me the feeling that his hand produced in me 
was  stronger than it ever had before and the slippery touch of his 
expert hands felt good. Suddenly, to my surprise, I felt something 
swell with in me and an overwhelming sensation flooded through me. 
Simultaneously I felt something spurt out of my prickle and splash 
hot on my stomach. It was a good feeling but it was accompanied by a 
slight pain as if new things were happening within me. I thought I 
had pissed myself and I was embarrassed but when I looked down there 
were globs of thick white stuff on my stomach. The man looked happy 
and he nodded to himself before rubbing his fingers in the stuff, 
checking its consistency carefully. I could even smell it, an odd new 
pungent smell. He wiped me down with a towel and told me to get 
dressed. 



Our daily lessons were sometimes hard. We did them in our own class 
and did not mix with the other two classes of boys at all.  We were 
taught to obey commands immediately and beaten if we did not react 
instantly. We were also taught that to serve the emperor in any role 
was the greatest privilege of the Empire. We were taught about those 
eunuchs who had risen to positions of great power. However all this 
while the threat of our own gelding hung over us like a dark cloud. 
Days would pass were I would not think about it then suddenly the 
thought would come to my mind that, at some future time, someone 
would cut off my balls. Sometimes I imagined my balls being grasped 
by a hand and a knife just cutting them off. We had not been told 
just how it was done and there was no-one were could ask who would 
have told us. 



One day, at the end of that first year, we went into the dining room 
and the eldest five boys were no longer there. It did not need to be 
said to us that they had been gelded that day. This made the whole 
thing more concrete to me. I kept on imagining the husky dark-haired 
slave, more grown up than the others, being gelded. For the first 
time this thought made my prick stand up. Once we had been taken to 
the baths when the eldest boys had still been bathing and I had seem 
him naked. He had a good smooth body with hard muscles. There was a 
dark patch of hair in his groin and he was well-hung. Thinking about 
him standing there with his legs apart and a knife cutting his balls 
from his body was a strangely exciting thought and at nights I would 
think about this lots. I also began to think about women.



Even though we lived entirely separate from any woman, I had seen 
them when I was younger. Indeed when I was small I had seen several 
women servants naked at one time or another. I began to think about 
what it would be like to put my cock between their legs and slip 
myself into them. These thoughts were also exciting for me and I 
found I often had dreams where I would be fucking some girl and I 
would suddenly wake to find myself having shot semen all over my 
stomach. Our beds were inspected every morning and if we were 
discovered to have stained the sheets, we had to drop our pants, bend 
over the end of the bed and get caned by the overseer. He would give 
you three sharp cuts of a thin cane. Some mornings I can recall there 
were at least two of us bent over our bed-ends awaiting the slashing 
cane while the other boys watched. Sometimes it did not happen to me 
for weeks and then suddenly it would happen a day or two in a row.



At the end of our second year our voices began to break. In the baths 
when we were naked, each of us had a thickening area of hair in our 
groins and sometimes when another boy bent over you could see that 
there was even a streaking of hair between his buttocks. I had the 
biggest cock of the five boys in my class, but there was not much 
difference. We had all been chosen because of our good looks and our 
attractive bodies. Our cocks were all uncircumcised and not one of us 
had one that was much smaller than the others. 



The physical examinations still came around every three months and 
now I when I stripped, I would already have a hard cock because I 
would know that I was going to be jerked off there, with my legs 
spread on that sloping-backed chair. I could see the changes in my 
body reflected in the examination. First there was a thickening of 
the hair on my calves. There was the growth of my pubic hair. There 
was the streaking of underarm hair. There was the appearance of a 
small amount of hair around my asshole. And these events were all 
discovered and examined by the fingers of the man who examined us and 
the watchful eye of the overseer.  Then I would be ordered to sit in 
the chair with my legs wide and the man would oil up his hand and 
massage me to the relief of my orgasm when I would shoot seed all 
over my chest and my stomach.



As we moved through I third year, my thoughts began to focus on my 
gelding. I knew I was not alone because there suddenly was a air of 
joylessness about my class mates. I noticed in the baths that we 
covertly examined each others bodies with our eyes and I knew my 
classmates thoughts were just like my own, wondering how it would be 
done and what each of us would experience. Now I can think only about 
our ignorance of the consequences of it all. We knew nothing. We did 
not know that the sperm that came from our cocks when we dreamed or 
when the man massaged us when we were examined was due to our 
possessing balls. We did not know that the heat and ardor of our 
sexual desire also came from the same source.



The days stretched out achingly. Sometimes in the passageways of our 
part of the palace I would find myself looking down their dim 
distances, only too aware that the day was approaching when I would 
be gelded. My cock was often hard now as we were taught our lessons. 
I could feel it beneath my trousers, caught uncomfortably in the 
folds or standing straight up against my stomach. I could also feel 
my balls, or I seemed to, and awareness of those two round objects 
that would be taken from me so soon, made me lose my concentration on 
my lesson and earned me many cuts from my teacher's cane.



Somehow the number of my night emissions of seed increased and often 
I waited each morning for the sheets to be inspected with 
trepidation.  As soon as the stain was discovered, I would be ordered 
to bend naked over the bed-end and wait there until the inspection of 
the beds was over. I would be there, bent over, with my legs parted 
in the cold morning air, only too aware of by balls between my legs. 
Often I would have to think about other things to prevent my cock 
becoming hard. Then there would be the slash of the cane three times 
upon my bare buttocks, the pain coming fiery in the chill morning, 
followed by the sound of the cane on another boy and his faint gasps 
and grunts.



We had no privacy and were so closely supervised it was impossible 
for me to use my own hand to give me the release I required. Some 
days I felt myself aching with that pent-up urge. I even found myself 
longing for our next inspection where that man would oil his hand and 
begin to massage my cock, taking it in his slippery grip and ease me 
to that climax I so desired.



There were no mirrors in the quarters of the trainee pages. The only 
times I ever saw myself was reflected in the waters of the baths when 
we bathed. For some reason I remember a day when because of the time 
and the light I saw myself clearly. My hair is black and it was cut 
short. My face was pleasing even to my own eyes. My upper lip had 
just begun to darken with a faint streaking of hair. Naked,  I was 
smooth and well-shaped. I was not as slim as some of my class-mates 
and my muscles, from all the exercise and our training, were clearly 
defined. Between my legs, reflected in the water, I could see a dark 
patch of pubic hair and my cock and my balls. As I looked at myself, 
I wondered how I would look without my balls, with only my cock, 
hanging there.



Then one day we were summoned from our class and taken to be 
inspected. As we waited in that dim passageway outside the room there 
was an air of uneasy tension amongst us. It was different from any 
other time. Would we just be taken from the room and cut or was this 
just another inspection of our bodies? In spite of my fear, my cock 
was stiff and hard with my awareness that soon I would be lying on 
the slope-backed chair with my legs wide apart waiting for the 
massaging of that hand which would bring me to release. 



We went into that room, one at a time, and the rest of us waiting for 
our turn. It seemed that time was stretching out as we stood there in 
uncomfortable silence. I was the third one into the room where I was 
asked to strip down us usual. Taking off my trousers, I was more 
aware than ever of my stiff cock, but the man who examined us seemed 
to pay it no particular attention. I was alert to every nuance of his 
careful scrutiny of  me; the way his fingers stroked the darkening 
down on my upper lip, the way they teased the streaks of hair in my 
armpit, they way they rubbed and squeezed my nipples, the way they 
twined themselves in my glossy pubic hair, the way his palm cupped my 
balls and felt each of them carefully, the way he held my cock and 
turned its hardness, the way he pulled apart my buttocks and looked a 
long time there. 



Finally, he told me to sit on the chair and before the eyes of the 
two other men, he moistened his hand with oil and slowly began to 
massage me. Although I tried to prolong that climax as long as I 
could, I came to my climax quickly, the bottled-up seed gushing out 
and splashing my stomach and chest with thick white globs. As I 
gasped in the wake of my orgasm, his fingers were already testing the 
quality of my seed and he lifted them to his nose to sniff at it. I 
waited then, my stomach an empty hollow for what I was sure would 
come next.



However he merely told me to dress myself and return to my class. My 
whole body felt relief but as I walked back to our classroom, 
somewhere inside I began to grow tense again. While I may not have 
been gelded, the event still waited for me in my near future.



[Continued in Part 2]