Mehemet II
GAY, TESTICLES
Second is a series of accounts by a surgeon in the court of the Ottoman Empire.
` The Duties and Pleasures of the Court Surgeon – Part II `

Once again let me introduce myself. I am Ahmed, surgeon for Sultan Mehemet. As
well as the regular duties which a surgeon is expected to perform, there are
those special ones which are the subject of these accounts. Now some say that
I take pleasure in pain. That may be so. But I am also very skilled at my
craft, and I have considerable status as a result.

My patient today is to be a very special one indeed. He is the one of the
Sultan’s favorite bed boys. A certain few of us know that sometimes His
Highness tires of the harem and has a boy brought to his chambers for his
enjoyment. But this boy is starting to mature and His Highness wants to keep
him sleek and smooth for a while longer. Furthermore he was seen feeling the
breasts of one of the young servant girls. So he is being sent to me.

My house and surgery are only a stone’s-thrown from Topkapi Palace. It is mid-
afternoon and two of the palace retainers have brought him to me. He is a
beautiful boy with olive skin and long curly hair. His lips are full and his
cheeks still smooth – the way His Highness wants to keep him! He is familiar
with sexual games and they have not told him why he is here. So I proceed with
the deceit. First I blindfold him – he thinks this is a game. I remove his
outer garments and when I turn him around he thrusts his buttocks toward me. I
am sorely tempted to take him – but I do not dare. Would that I could feel his
lips and tongue on my cock. And spread those golden buttocks to sample the
delights found between them. But he is to return to the palace. And someday
his tongue will tell what happened here. Then I would be the one stretched out
on my back with my legs spread for the castration knife!

So I take his hand and lead him to my surgery. As we go I untie his loincloth
and it falls behind him. He opens his legs willingly as I lay him back on the
table. He does not resist as the surgical cuffs go on his arms and legs and
the restraining band across his belly. He has been a toy for the Sultan’s
pleasure and that of his guests So he suspects nothing.

I had another of these boys in my surgery a few weeks ago. One of the Sultan’s
guests wanted him screaming as he was fucked. So once he had his cock in the
boy he grabbed him by the balls and squeezed. They said they could hear him
shrieking down the hall. A testicle burst in the man’s hand, and I had to
remove it.

I take the soap and water to cleanse him thoroughly – for the surgery of
course. I bring warm water and lather my hands with soap. My hands soap his
belly and his sexual organs thoroughly. The warm water and the soap and my
hands make him erect. So this is why His Highness wants him gelded. He is
developing male urges. The Sultan wants him passive, like a girl, on his back
with his legs pulled up. Or on his belly with his buttocks thrust upward to be
split by the cock. Not growing hair and trying to screw the servant girls! I
try his anus. It relaxes easily letting my finger in, then tightens around it,
squeezing. He is smooth and hairless. He knows how to take a man. My own cock
is hard wanting to fuck this boy. But I cannot.

As I check and wash his sexual organs I will explain why he is here. My
fingers find his testicles to make sure they have descended into his scrotum.

“Welcome my boy. I am the Royal Surgeon. His Highness has decreed that you are
to be castrated”.

With these words his cock starts to shrivel! Suddenly he understands and
begins to wail.

He pleads with me, as I knew he would. He offers me his mouth. He will lick my
cock. He will kneel between my legs, take my balls into his mouth and suck
them. I can come in his mouth. Or he will bend over for me. Don’t I want his
ass? Men like how tight he is and squeezing his balls. He begs me…

“Please don’t cut me, please. Please fuck me … please just fuck me.”

He cannot see me because of the blindfold, but his tongue comes out and his
mouth opens. His tongue licks, he begs for my cock to suck…

źou can hurt me. Please…squeeze my balls and make me cry. You can slap my face
while I suck you. Please fuck me. Please hurt me. Please Master, please don’t
cut my balls off.

Instead I touch his cock with the cold steel of the knife, and he begins to
scream. His testicles are drawn up tight to his body. I find them with my
fingers and pull them away. It is time! I will explain each step in the
surgery to him as I perform it.

I remove the blindfold so that I can watch his face during my work, and so he
can see the man that is taking away his masculinity. I let him watch as I take
the stone and put a keen edge on my surgical knives.

“First I slit open your scrotum”, I explain. He tries frantically to pull away
from my hands reaching between his legs. But of course the restraints hold him
fixed and helpless. I stretch his scrotum and slit it top to bottom. The
muscles in his thighs and belly flex beautifully in his pain.

“Now I am squeezing your nuts out from inside their sack. Ah yes, they are
nice and white. I don’t cut your nuts. Just the cords.”

His testicles lie on my hand, and I stretch the cords. Such a beautiful boy!
Did His Highness ever milk his semen from him? He did touch that girl’s
breasts. He is probably too young to have spread her legs. Perhaps he has a
sister who showed him her body. Now he will pleasure only men.

Tears stream down his cheeks and he cries pitifully as I raise the blade to
his genitals again. A slice of the knife, a loud cry from the boy, and he is
gelded. I hold his severed testicles up for him to see though his tears.

They will bring him back in two weeks and he will lie here again. I will check
his empty ‘purse’ and ensure that the wound has healed. Then I will pronounce
him fit to again service the Sultan and his guests. Perhaps I have done him a
favour. No man will ever again squeeze his balls to hear him scream.

Tonight I will require satisfaction. I will have one of the young captives
that I have not yet cut, brought. There’s a boy of about thirteen that I have
been teaching how to service me properly. But he is becoming boring. Perhaps I
will want to hear him screaming as I fuck him…

  

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