Hellwhore's room in the dreamscape was spartan and spacious. The bed was roughly cut, his mirror was unframed, his sheets were coarse muslin but it was clean and spacious. He had a prayer journal and a figurine of the divine phallus with a bronze wasp upon the head.<br/><br/>The dreamscape was a manipulation of the collective. The Queen's ability to observe, communicate with, and controll those in her thrall was magnified. The Lunar might observe one of his hiveminded loved ones doing something they normally wouldn't because The Queen desired The Lunar's reaction.  The Lunar wanted to know who he is, The Queen was almost as concerned about his identity as he was. The Lunar's reset mind probably did not recall that The Queen could do this. So he was probably unaware how close she was watching or know she might set traps to test him.<br/><br/>Hellwhore didn't notice the Lunar enter. He was high on the sound of prayers and stroking the gemstone between his legs. He was awash in a needy pleasure, a distracting throbbing that could never be further stimulated or satisfied. Every few breaths he let out a cute little gasp or moan. For him there was pleasure in teasing that desire that coursed through his body but the best feeling of all was when his body pleased someone special. His body urged him to further with his pleasure yet he couldn't ever do that. He recieved no sexual pleasure from it but there was a nice physical sensation and the emotional, spiritual, and mental satisfaction were better than any orgasm he ever had.<br/><br/>In the open air of the room The Lunar's natural musk first caught the boy's attention. He opened his eyes and looked startled. He rushed to throw himself in his knees before The Lunar. Hellwhore kneeled on two knees rather than the galant one like Andras had. He had decided it was the best submissive posture because it showed off his body, especially his eunuch crotch that he was so proud of.<br/><br/>Hellwhore put his hands together and bowed his head. In soft spoken prayer he said.  "I pray that the keeper of The sacred phallus of The Queen who Flies on Wings of Rapture Torn from Stars is able to use me to aid his quest. Let him pay no regard to my fate or well-being. In his service I belong."  Then he spent a moment in silence. He kept his eyes submissivly downcast.<br/><br/>"The Queen says that you were able to cut out every last bit of my former genitals. You sliced out the root, severed the ligaments to dig out the prostate, ripped out the sperm cords and cut off the glands in honorable castration. Not one bit of that boy meat was left in me! I will always be greatful to you for the blessings you have given me."  Hellwhore was humbled by thinking of Andras had done for him.<br/><br/>Hellwhore finally looked up a tinge of sadness in his eyes because he knows The Lunar doesn't remember doing it to him. It never actually happened but no one could possibly know that. The sight of The Lunar's mighty breeding parts filled the boy with lustful awe. Hellwhore set aside his feelings and reassured his father figure  "It's okay that you forgot. I really loved to play with it but it was just a whore's worthless junk." He said, silently  adding that it was also a whore's worthless body and life without Andras and The Queen.<br/><br/>Hellwhore blushed as he saw the holy genitals. He didn't know what to do. It was his greatest pleasure to serve the organs but he couldn't disrespect them by acting like could just touch them any time he wanted. Instead Hellwhore said, failing to hide the excitement in his voice. "I am here for you to use in any way you want."