Byzantium 4: Waiting To Be Gelded (Part 2)

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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[Continued From Part 1]

And it was not far away. We were sent to the baths around noon one 
day. This event was not unusual after for after our physical 
training, we often went to the baths to wash off our sweat. In the 
steamy interior of we washed ourselves as normal but instead of 
dressing again, the overseer of the trainee pages stood there with 
two black guards behind him and ordered us to follow him. I felt a 
flutter of tension in my stomach then. We followed the overseer down 
a dim passage way, lit only by high shafts of light from the windows 
and then walked naked out into the sun-lit brightness of a small 
courtyard. Waiting there was the man who examined us and two other 
black slaves. 



The overseer ordered us to sit on a long wooden bench they went along 
one side of the courtyard. The wooden seat, after being in the 
sunlight, was warm under my buttocks. I can remember than sensation 
vividly. The man who examined us then he approached with a handful of 
thin leather thongs. My heart began to beat harder in my chest and I 
began to feel if  I was becoming breathless.  He knelt in front of 
the first boy and pushed his thighs wide apart. We all watched as he 
took one of the thin thongs, looped it behind the boy's balls and 
then knotted it there. As he did so I felt my cock begin to stir 
between my legs and the heat of the sensation rose within me. The man 
moved onto the next boy and pulled apart his thighs and looped a 
thong around his balls again and tied it tight. Then it was me. 



He crouched in front of me, put a hand on each knee and widened my 
legs to expose my cock and balls. My cock was partially erect. 
However he simply took one of the thongs, an end in each hand, took 
it up between my legs until it was under my balls, then he lifted it 
and I could feel the leather move up behind my sac, then he looped 
the cord, drawing down that knot until it was constricting on my sac 
high up my body. The pressure of that knot was hard. He then tied it 
again and then he rose and went onto the next boy. I could feel that 
band around me and the long ends of the thongs dangling down. None of 
the other boys had closed their thighs and I too sat there with my 
legs still wide. My cock continued to grow hard as did the cocks of 
the other boys. By the time the man had finished tying us, the all of 
our cocks rose stiffly out of our groins.



It was all done in silence. There was no need for words. The man then 
nodded at the black slaves who gathered closer around us. Then the 
man and the overseer of the trainee pages went out through a doorway. 
We were left alone there. My heart was still pounding. Looking down, 
I could see the hard length of my cock jutting upwards. My tight 
foreskin, which never retracted fully, was close around its head. My 
cock was the biggest of all the boys, but each of them had there own 
stiff length. The hot air of midday seemed to buzz in the silence. 
The boy next to me moved and hitched his groin. I could see the tails 
of the thong that tied his balls falling over the edge of the bench 
and dangling there. I could feel that thong on myself. It was tight 
but not unbearably so.



Then the overseer of the trainee pages came back and he pointed to 
the boy at the end of the bench. Two of the black slaves bent and 
pulled him up by his arms. He was startled and his movements were 
clumsy. I could see him swallow as he tried to cope with what was now 
happening. It took him a moment but he walked out between the two 
black slaves trying to hold his head high in pride. I then realised 
that they would be taking boys from that end of the bench. The boy 
next to me became aware of it at the same time I did. He was to be 
next and I was after him. His cock became stiffer and his foreskin 
pulled back to expose its cock head. There was a glistening of fluid 
at the tip. He licked his lips nervously.



And we waited there. It was very still except for the movements of 
the two black guards who were watching us attentively.  I kept on 
trying to imagine what was happening elsewhere but my mind could not 
focus coherently on it and all I thought were disjointed images of 
knives and men pulling on balls. The boy next to me continued to 
shift uneasily  and I noticed the black slaves watching him intently. 



Then the gate at the end opened and the two other black slaves came 
back in. I heard the boy next to me gasp. Soon he stood there between 
the two slaves. As he walked unsteadily to the gate, I could see the 
tasseled thongs dangling between his legs underneath the pale curve 
of his buttocks. But more than anything else, I realised that I was 
just minutes away from the act that I had contemplated for so long. 
My hard cock ached and I wanted to put my hand around it and pull 
myself off. I also wanted to untie the tight thong around my sac 
because it was beginning to hurt a little. I could feel the eyes of 
the other boys occasionally stray to me. It was then that I nearly 
jumped up from the bench but there was nowhere to go. Whatever 
happened was going to happen and nothing I could do would change it. 
My heart was still pounding in my ears. My skin was becoming sweaty 
in the enclosed heat of that courtyard.



I waited there on that bench, almost dizzy with the sense of 
anticipation. Then the gate at the end of the courtyard opened and 
the two black slaves came through it. My heart leapt further. I heard 
myself breathing. They approached me and grasped my arms and pulled 
me to my feet. I wanted to say something at that moment but what 
could I say. They pulled me towards the gate. I felt my stiff cock 
awkwardly up against my stomach and I felt the thongs dangling from 
my balls as they hit my thighs as I walked. I remember how the others 
had left the courtyard, holding their heads high and I steeled myself 
to do so. Somehow I forced myself to walk easily between the two 
black slaves, across the yard through the gate and down a long 
passageway. 



When we entered the next yard I surprised to see some six or eight 
men present and my heart quailed. In all my imaginings I had never 
thought that there might be others watching. They were all loosely 
gathered around a large wooden table. On its corners I could see tied 
ropes. The surface of the table was wet and glistening as if someone 
had thrown water all over it. The black slaves were pulling me 
inexorably towards it. My cock had begun to sag a little and somehow 
it was even a dumber length than it had been before and I felt myself 
moving awkwardly with its thickness beginning to slump in front of 
me. It was only a moment before I was at the table and then, with the 
sight of that flat surface, the ropes at each corner and those silent 
waiting men, I panicked and began to struggle to free myself from the 
grip of the slaves. However their vice-like grip on my forearms 
continued and though I fought and began to kick at them, they quickly 
turned me around and pulled me onto the surface of that wet table and 
dragged me up it. I continued to turn and kick but other hands 
grasped my ankles. My arms were pulled above my head and I felt ropes 
being wound around my wrists. It was then I started to cry out, just 
wordless noises of protest but suddenly hand grasped by nose and 
covered my eyes. To breathe I had to open my mouth and soon as it was 
opened I felt a wet, dusty-tasting rag forced in there. 
Simultaneously I felt my still-kicking legs being pulled wide apart 
to fullest stretch and their was the feel of ropes being tied around 
my ankles. 



Then with a last push of the rag into my mouth, the hand covering my 
eyes and grasping my nose was  taken away and I blinked up into the 
sunlight. Lifting my head I saw all those men standing around the 
table. 



'This one put up a fight,' said one of the men, laughing. 



'He's the most well-hung of them,' replied the man who examined 
us. 'The bigger ones usually kick up a fuss. A couple of weeks time 
he'll be calmed down.'



He moved towards the table and stood at my side. He reached down and 
pulled on the two thongs between my legs so that my sac stretched out 
from my body. This pulled my cock into the air too and with the feel 
of the thongs around my balls being pulled, there was an answering 
warmth as my cock began to swell again. He put his hand down there 
and I felt him cup and test my two balls. Then he moved to my cock. 
His hands were dry and he merely examined it, feeling its roundness, 
moving the skin up and down a little. He let the thongs go abruptly 
and my cock slapped down upon my belly. I could see every eye there 
in that courtyard, looking between my splayed out thighs.



My stomach was tense.  My body was stretched out there, my underarms 
exposed to the sun and my legs spread wide. The man continued his 
study of my body, pinching at my nipples, stroking my cheek,and then 
he moved downwards. He lifted up my balls again with his hand.



"He's at the perfect age,' he said. 'Hair around his cock, little 
tuft at his asshole and none between. Smooth thighs still. I thought 
he might be a fast grower this one and we'd have to cut him early, 
but things worked out well."



I could feel his fingers slip down under my balls to rub at my 
asshole.



'Get the bowl and the knife," he said to one of the black slaves. 



At those words my body reacted without thought and jerked out of fear 
pulling at each of the bonds that held me flat to that damp table. 



'Stay still,' said the man to me, 'The stiller you are the quicker it 
will be.'



The rag was musty in my mouth. My breathing was ragged as if I had 
run some race. I tried to still myself and managed to get my body 
under control. I could feel the muscles of my outstretched thighs, 
the stiffness of my cock and the tight constriction of the thongs 
around my balls. I lifted up my head again only to see all the men in 
the room watching me with interested eyes. The black slave was 
returning to the table with a bowl above which I could see the wooden 
handle of a knife. My groin constricted and my cock jerked. I saw it 
flip upwards a little. The slave put the bowl somewhere down between 
my knees. I could feel the faint vibration of the bowl hitting the 
wooden surface of the table which was damp and cool under my buttocks.



Than man's hands were suddenly on my thighs again. With his left hand 
he picked up my balls and I could feel the touch of his fingers and 
the warmth of his hand. He looked up the length of my body and met my 
eyes.



'Still yourself , boy,' he told me. 'Just still yourself. It doesn't 
take long.'



With his other hand he picked up at length of my cock and moved my 
foreskin up and down for a moment. Then he pulled hard on my the 
thongs that held balls again, so that my cock stood straight up from 
my body. One of the men whistled in an admiring way.  I struggled to 
keep up my head so that I could see. With his right hand the man 
reached down and took the knife out of the bowl. It was a small 
knife, the blade slightly curved to the end. I only had a glimpse of 
it before I couldn't see it. I felt my balls try and contract. The 
men surrounding the table moved slightly to see what was happening 
better. 



Before I knew it there was a sharp feeling on my balls. At first it 
was not pain, just a sharp cutting sensation but then I felt those 
fingers moving one ball and then there was a pain and simultaneously 
I felt all that pent-up seed within me launch itself out of my cock 
and land on my chest and stomach. I was screaming at the same time, 
the noise muffled by the gag. The ache between my legs was dulled for 
a moment, then I felt a snick of the knife and I knew that something 
had been separated from me. Then the level of the pain sunk to a dull 
sensation but suddenly there was another slice of my sac and I 
screamed again, tossing my head back and forth on the wooden 
tabletop. Again I felt him moving a ball in my painful sac and then 
there was another hitch of cords inside of me and I felt them being 
cut.



'That's him all emptied out' said the man in a voice I heard through 
my tears and the red burning sensation between my legs. I felt him 
untie the thongs that had been tied around my balls.



"I'll just wash you. It's salt water and it will sting a little'



I thought I was beyond more pain but the sting of the salt water 
added another pitch to the intensity and I felt all my muscles 
tighten again. I bit hard on the gag that dried my mouth.



Finally I felt my arms and my ankles being untied. I tried to close 
my legs but as I drew them in it hurt. They took the gag out of my 
mouth and I opened my eyes as I was helped up into a sitting 
position. Looking down between my legs I could see my sagging cock, 
half-out in front of me and below it the flatness of my empty sac 
where two cuts were oozing blood.



'Two more boys to do?' asked one of the men.



The man who had gelded me nodded. 



I was helped off the table and awkwardly I was led out of the room. 
My legs felt shaky and I walked with them held apart. I lowered my 
head because I did not wish to see the faces of the men who had 
watched me being cut. I was taken to a room where the other two boys 
were already lying on straw pallets with their legs wide apart. They 
looked at me when I came in but there was nothing to communicate with 
one another. I was laid down and the semen was wiped from my chest 
and my sac was bathed in salt-water once again.



And one by one, the other two boys were brought in to join us there, 
and we lay there in that deep silence with that ache between our legs 
each of us facing the unknown changes of the future.





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