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Subject: {ASSM} Joining the Band (f+/mm, femdom, nosex, caution, rom?)
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Joining the Band (F+/mm, femdom, nosex, caution, rom?)

by Leowulf

In which a new gelding is born to an Amazon

1.  This story involves castration; but _please_ read it anyway
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...

The sun was hot on Dannar's face, and heating the iron bars of his 
hanging cage.  It was high noon, on the best and worst day of the teen's 
short life.  He woke from his fitful nap with a start, only to relax with 
a nervous sigh.  It was only old Helga, his keeper.  He smiled up at her 
as she grasped his bound hands and pulled him out of the cage, into her 
arms. 

"So, little bird,"  The old lady kissed his forehead.  "Are you ready to 
join us?"

"Yes Grandmother!"  He snuggled against her, enjoying the soft, warm feel 
of her leather armor.  Then he let her take him down to the ground.  His 
brother Connar was waiting there, tethered by his eggs to a ring on the 
stone wall of the ancient fortress.  Briefly, Dannar wondered what they'd 
do to keep them from wandering after today, but Helga quickly had Connar 
loose, and his own hands free, and they were on their way.

The two boys crawled quickly across the grounds, keeping up with their 
keeper.  They had become able to match her pace, and Connar only tripped 
and fell once.  Helga didn't whip his naked behind this time.  Instead 
she just helped him up and they hurried to the stage.  From the ground, 
he could clearly see the two stands waiting.  Their initiation would be 
easy for the whole band to see.

Dannar kissed his keeper's feet, getting her attention.  She smiled down 
at the boy, and his heart quickened.  In the four full moons since they 
were found by the band, he learned how very important was pleasing the 
Amazons.

"Have you a word, little bird?  Or do you just want to kiss my feet?"

"Grandmother, what if we have to water the ground?"

"Males are so vain!"  The old lady chuckled.  "You will wet the stage 
with your blood soon; we will not be concerned about your water."

The executioners arrived.  Even though they would not lose their heads 
that day - or ever, now - the pair still made Dannar nervous.  As the boy 
kept bowed low before them, he noticed Connar fearfully bowing next to 
him.

Helga exchanged pleasantries with the two fearsome ladies, her easy 
manner making the boys feel more comfortable.  Then she handed over their 
leashes, literally handing her two charges over to the executioners. 

The teen followed his mistress with alacrity, his hands and knees 
scuffing against the stone steps.  He ignored the pain.  Much more 
important was keeping up with the golden-haired executioner; her 
whispered "good boy" was more than worth the discomfort. 

"So, which one is Olga's slave?" asked the other executioner, her raven-
colored ponytail whipping in the breeze.

"Mistress, I am."  Connar said.

"I thought so," the dark haired executioner smiled.  "She always wanted a 
few muscles on her slave's bones."

The golden-haired executioner squatted down in front of Dannar.  "That 
means you must be Sonia's little slave."

"Yes, Mistress."  Dannar automatically returned her engaging smile.  As 
she stood, lifting the teen's leash and leading him to the holding stand, 
Dannar's smile fled from him.  

"There, there, darling."  The executioner bent him over the stand.  "Just 
submit to my lead."  She secured his noodle legs tightly to the back legs 
of the stand, and his trembling arms to the front legs.  Her golden pony 
tail brushed his naked back softly, and the tight bonds kept the boy from 
moving, making him feel as secure as a swaddled infant.

The lady squatted in front of him.  "It's ok if you're scared, little 
slave."  She gently brushed a stray lock of hair away from the boy's 
face.  "But I want to show you this."  In her hands were the heavy iron 
shears.  She opened the shears, holding them in one hand and a short 
length of cord in another.  As Dannar watched, she cut the cord with them 
with a sharp "Snip" sound.

"It'll be over that quick."  She held his face to meet his eyes.  "It 
will hurt - a lot, but it will be over quickly, ok?"

It made sense, but still Dannar gulped fearfully.  Looking up at his 
comforter he said respectfully, "yes, Mistress."

The executioner kissed the top of his head fondly and went to finish her 
preparations.  The teen looked to see Connar close by, his naked body 
secured as tightly as Dannar's.  His eyes were like saucers, and he was 
pale.  The brothers met each other's gaze and their shared predicament 
made both a little less afraid.  A little.

Dannar rested over the stand in gathering discomfort as the bright sun 
warmed his naked body.  The executioners had placed pots of boiling water 
under the boys' privates, and Dannar was sweating uncomfortably.  The 
blood was rushing to his head, and he heard a buzzing in his ears.  To 
take his mind off everything, he imagined he was somewhere else.

...

Dannar was back in his cage, he was sitting at one side, his naked legs 
dangling over the side, the cage swaying slightly as he kicked his legs.  
Sonia was there with him, sitting comfortably on the wall beside the 
hanging cage.  She told him of her intention.

"It has to be your decision; I won't make you do this."  She occasionally 
petted one of his legs or his lingam, which she had him dangle through 
the bars between his legs.  Dannar felt, as always, like her pet.  The 
thought of being more was - "

"Wonderful!  Oh, Sonia, it sounds wonderful!"

"I'd like to think so," she smiled.  They so readily smiled together.  
Dannar was never happier than when he was with Sonia.  "But you need to 
think about this.  You will be losing two things you might regret giving 
up."

Dannar nodded and protectively covered his privates with his hands.

Sonia frowned, irritated.  "Move your hands away," she said.  When he 
did, she slapped his eggs hard.  Dannar felt pain bad enough to make him 
feel nauseous.  "Stop thinking with your lingam," she admonished.  "The 
two things that _matter_ that you will forfeit will be your ability to 
reproduce and your sexual pleasure."

"What is 'reproduce?'"  The teen still winced from the pain in his eggs.  
"I've never heard that word."

"In our language it means what happens when a woman takes a male's 
offering from his lingam and uses it in making a baby.  You will never 
have an offering for me to accept."  She petted his leg fondly.  "I don't 
care about that - the offering from one male is much the same as from any 
other; it is the woman making the baby that matters.  But how do you 
feel?"

"I agree; you will make a good mother, and to 'reproduce' is not 
important to me."  Dannar's eggs felt better and he spoke more calmly.

"Good.  I will take an offering from some other male in the future and 
make a child for us to cherish.  "Now, for the other thing."  Sonia 
stretched out a leg and brushed the inside of his far leg with her toes.  
"Could you bear never having sexual pleasure?"

"Sonia?"  Dannar was confused.  He felt shy as he said, "I thought you 
said that when I was your gelding, we would make love every morning and 
every evening."

"Silly little bird!"  Sonia giggled.  "We don't need these -" she tapped 
his lingam and his eggs painfully with her toes "- to make love.  You 
_will_ pleasure me every morning and every evening; I'll show you how.  
But think carefully.  We will share every day with each other.  We will 
make love and you will give me sexual pleasure often."

She paused and looked at him.  He blushed as he shared her gaze and the 
thought of their romantic future together.  The Amazon seemed to read his 
thoughts, and briefly gave him a self-satisfied smile.

"But you will never have sexual pleasure yourself," Sonia said, suddenly 
very serious.

"I could leave you here.  When our band returns, I would make love to you 
in a way that will give you sexual pleasure, and as I plan next year to 
make a baby, I would use your offering to do so."  She was even more 
serious as she added, "if you would rather have sexual pleasure than 
serve me." 

"I don't want that," Dannar shook his head in denial.  "I want to stay 
with you!  I want to serve you, and please you."  The shy boy blushed as 
he added.  "I want you to teach me to make love with you and give you 
sexual pleasure."

"Will my sexual pleasure be enough for you?"

The boy gave that fact the serious thought his mistress had advised.  He 
finally answered. "Yes, Sonia. I believe it will." 

...

Dannar was brought back to the present quickly and painfully, as his 
executioner stretched his eggs away from his body.  She had moved the 
steam pot, but he still felt the wet heat on his legs and privates.  She 
looped a cord around his scrotum, it felt like it was far from his eggs, 
but of course couldn't see what was happening.  But when the lady pulled 
the cord tight around him, Dannar yelped.

"There, there."  The executioner squatted near his head, tousled his 
hair.  "Will you be brave for me, and for your Sonia?"

"Yes, Mistress!"  The teen was sincere, but just then, he didn't feel 
very brave.  But Dannar almost forgot the constant pain of the tight cord 
as the golden-haired lady smiled her approval at him, and he smiled 
gratefully when she ladled cool water over his head.

Then his smile turned to dismay as the teen heard Connar cry out.  He 
turned to look and saw his brother weeping.  He was so miserable he 
Dannar was sad just to see him.  He was also surprised to see how far the 
boy's eggs were from his lingam.  They hung down like on a very hot day 
but much more so.  They were bound very tightly with a cord, just below 
the lingam.

The raven-haired executioner knelt next to him, speaking softly in his 
ear.

"But it hurts!" Connar wailed.

"There, there, pumpkin!"  The executioner cooed.  "It'll all be over 
soon."

"I'm scared!" the teen complained.  

"I know you are."  She cradled his tearful head in her leather-clad 
breasts.  "Inga has you.  You have nothing to fear.  Little dear, will 
you trust Inga?"

"Yes, Mistress!"  The mollified boy actually managed a smile.

Dannar was struck with the gentleness of the executioners.  They always 
inspired fear in him, and the boy was sure they would sooner behead a 
male than look at him.  Yet one of them held his brother like a dove to 
her breasts.  The other stood close to Dannar, fondly rubbing his behind 
as she waited for time for the ritual.  In the presence of these two 
fearsome Amazons, he felt ... safe and protected.

Looking up, Dannar saw the band begin to gather.  There was Grandmother 
Helga, who watched the boys.  He saw the swordwomen; like Lana, with her 
own gelding kneeling happily beside her.  Also the axe women, awesome in 
their strength.  And the spearwomen; like Freya who had teased him 
mercilessly until he wept at the sight of her, and yet who now stood at 
the front giving him a look of loving acceptance.

"Ho, Amazons!" Inga called out when all the band - but for the sentries, 
of course - had arrived.  "What a happy time is this; it's not every day 
Claudia and I may be midwives!"

The raven-haired executioner kept speaking, with the band cheering at 
times, but Dannar did not really notice.  Sonia was at the front, beside 
Freya, looking so pleased with him.  The teen's heart nearly burst with 
joy and love as he craned his neck to meet her eyes.  He wanted nothing 
so much as to follow her forever.

"Olga, are you here?"  Inga called loudly.

"You can see me!"  Olga called back.

"Do you want this male?"  Inga said, her voice cheerful as the occasion.

"Yes, I do!"

"Will you teach him his place in our band, nip off his bad and nurture 
his good?"

"Always I will!"

"Will you take full responsibility for him, care for him and protect 
him?"

"Yes I will, forever!"

"Then he is your gelding!"  Dannar heard the shears snap together a split 
second before his brother started yowling.  As the Amazons of the band 
cheered and applauded, the teen could almost feel their excitement and 
goodwill.

He saw Olga rush forward, to the edge of the stage.  She looked up at 
Connar who was crying and sobbing with all his might.  There were tears 
on her cheeks, and she was radiant with joy.

Then Claudia's clear voice cut through the cheers.  Over Connar's crying, 
she called out, "Sonia, are you here?"

"Yes, I'm here!"  His mistress answered.  "Yes to everything!  Hurry and 
cut the cords; I want my gelding!"

Claudia and the rest of the band laughed in response, and even Dannar 
felt lighthearted.  Then Claudia's shears snapped together and the boy 
felt pain like he never experienced before.  He wailed at the top of his 
lungs.  His tightly bound body strained against his restraints, and he 
couldn't stop wailing.

As Dannar lay there crying, he was dimly aware of the soft, gentle voice 
of his Sonia, and of the cheering of the band - his band, now.  He was 
part of her, and part of her band of Amazons. 

He had been told what would come next.  The place below the lingam was 
cauterized - that pain was as nothing compared to his gelding.  Their 
sack of eggs were discarded like the afterbirth following the delivery of 
an infant.  They were left to cry a while as their flesh settled.  All 
this happened in a tearful haze.  

Then Dannar was finally cut loose from the stand.  He was exhausted, his 
arms and legs like noodles, and he still wept fitfully.  Golden haired 
Claudia washed his body in water and rubbed scented oil on him.  All the 
while, she was cooing to him, and the teen was calmed by her gentle 
voice.  Then she wrapped him in a blanket and handed him to Sonia.

The two amazons left the now deserted stage and walked across the grounds 
toward Sonia's quarters among the spearwomen.

"It was an easy gelding," Claudia said.

"It was," agreed Sonia.  "Not like Violet's, remember how he yowled even 
before he was snipped?"

The two Amazons laughed together at that memory.  The boy was struck by 
their easy sisterhood.  The Amazons were rightly feared by all mankind, 
but they were so ... good-natured. 

"So, my sister," said Claudia.  "Have you thought of a name for your 
gelding yet?"

Sonia looked down into the boy's awestruck gaze.  "I think I will call 
him...Rose."  She turned to Claudia.  "Yes, Rose!"  

"A good name; it matches his rosy cheeks."  Claudia reached over and 
lovingly stroked his cheek.

They reached Sonia's quarters.  "Thank you, Claudia."  Rose's mistress 
leaned over and hugged the golden-haired Amazon.  "You made this the 
happiest day of my life."

"I was glad to!"  Claudia kissed her.  "You chose well; your little Rose 
has potential."  She leaned over Rose's blanket and kissed his cheek.  
She said in a soft, maternal tone,  "bye bye, Rose!  See you tomorrow!"  
The boy smiled up at her.

Then Sonia opened her door and took him inside.  "Welcome home, Rose!"  
Sonia lit a candle, and in it's soft light, she lay the boy down on her 
pallet.  "We will make love every day forever, Rosie!"  She lay down next 
to him, still fully clothed.  "But for now we'll just lay together; 
you've had a busy day!"

Rose lay cradled in Sonia's strong arms, swaddled in her blanket, looking 
up into her eyes, his heart overfilled with love for his mistress.  'I'm 
part of her now,' he thought.  'I'm Sonia's gelding.'  Rose knew he would 
follow Sonia forever.
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