Brothel of Gelded Whoreboys - Part 1
STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, MINOR
Roman wives solve their problem. With the knife.
` Clio and Aspasia had been friends for years. Both of their husbands were
Senators, they moved in the same social circles. Clio resided many miles from
Rome and visited only occasionally. They were both the same age, forty two,
and had grow up together. They suffered the same neglect as many of the wives
in that particular circle. Their husbands, some of the most powerful men in
Rome, lived lives of their own. Their wives existed as mere appendages, to
provide no more than the appearance of respectability. This was important for
public perception. Behind the scenes the reality was different. Most of these
powerful men led lives of debauchery. Aspasia`s husband sated himself with
very young girls. Clio`S husband spent much of his time penetrating the
bottoms of young boys. This was nothing unusual for the ruling elite, common
practice. But the ruling elite were men, always men. Women were never allowed
to enter this exclusive circle of power. A women was meant to attend to her
duties, being the wife of a Senator was a position of importance. She had to
behave in a certain way, it was expected of her. To do otherwise would bring
disgrace to their very important husbands, and possibly damage their standing
within their exclusive circle. They could debauch themselves as they wished,
but the duty of the wife was to remain silent, After all, were they not the
wifes of Senators, Senators Rome?. Was that not privilege enough for any
woman?. They were wealthy, they were respected, they had servants and
sumptuous Villas. What more could they require?. `

But they did require more. Much more. What their husbands had forgotten was
that their wives had other needs. The needs of the flesh, the most compulsive
need of all. While they sated themselves with their young boys and girls,
their wives lay in their beds, frustrated, and aching between their legs for
the touch of human flesh. The only servants they were allowed were females,
young boys, and eunuchs. Not much chance of temptation there. Even if they had
access to males the greatest fear of all was pregnancy. This would mean
disaster for both herself and her husband.

At their regular social gatherings they spent most of their time bemoaning
their situation. Among themselves they had no inhibitions.

The situation was suddenly to change.

Clio had invited Aspasia to visit her at her Villa outside Rome. It was her
first time to visit there, due to the distance from the City. After dinner
Clio declared that she was rather tired and would retire for the night. She
requested Aspasia to visit her in her room so that they could continue their
conversation. The conversation had, as usual, been about their situation. When
she entered the room her jaw dropped. She stared, her mouth and eyes wide open
with shock. Clio was in her bed. Lying beside her was a boy of twelve or
thirteen at most. He was naked with a sheet draped across his groin. The head
of his erect penis protuded above the sheet.

Clio grinned.

" This is Darius" she said.

Aspasia struggled to speak. Her eyes were glued to the protruding penis.

" Do not worry Aspasia" laughted Clio, " he is a special boy".

" What do you mean special?" stuttered Aspasia.

Clio turned to the boy beside her.

She slowly pulled down the sheet.

" Spread your legs" she ordered. Aspasia gasped.

" He has no testicles as you can see, I had them cut out of him. Spread your
legs wider boy and show the lady".

The boy spread his legs wider, lifting his bottom from the bed and spreading
himself as if proud of the stiff organ jutting from his groin. Aspasia could
see the two small scars now.

" He has been castrated" said Clio, " the stones have been cut from his sac.

To be continued.  

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