Brett and Beau watched the track meet but, in actuality, they watched their son, Tommy. No one ran as he did, had the endurance, taught him by his Centaur fathers, had the leg strength, no one. In the end, he got three first places and not one bit of applause from anyone save his Dads. Hard to walk down from the podium like that, Second and Third place winners were mugged by their family you’d be forgiven if you thought they were the champions, had set one not just school or district record but state record. So he stood there, holding his cups, the sashes around his shoulders trapped by people so anxious to greet their sons and so anxious…well, as he heard one father say to his son, “Aw, he don’t mean anything, just a fag who fucks horses…”.
Brett went to the podium, reached up his arms, took his son in them then swung him around so he was mounted on his broad, strong back. Neither said anything, just trotted off towards Beau. Stone faced Beau. Angry Beau. This was not the first time his fathers had been used as a weapon of hate and the joke was…just not real funny, because of Tommy, the whole team won the event. But the others could overlook that for, in their eyes, they, not Tommy, had won it. Now looking across the field seeing him slumped over a strong stallion Centaur, they spat on the ground, thought to themselves what did they have but a kid with a hole and a mouth, fuck and suck, that must be his only use to them.
Of course, there’s always a parallax view, sometimes obvious, sometimes almost less than a reflection from a rapidly drying up pond….but it was there and views are for people so a man saw this one and thought. Fighting his way through the people who congratulated the coach on this great victory, Bill Cole wanted to wretch. Yeah, he’d coached the team but he hadn’t won the match, few of their shitheads had either, that honor belonged to Tommy whom, he could see, was on the back of his father leaving the field. He chased after them….
“Brett, Beau, hang on….wanta talk to you guys and of course, our man, Tommy, just stop for a minute.” They did. During the grim time when, on Aegis suggestion, Tommy had gone back and worked on the ranch where they’d almost killed him once, Bill had taken to hanging out with the two big Centaurs, easier to share their fears, concerns with someone who also had them and so…they’d become good friends, in another parlance, bonded. Some weekends when it was cold and Bill was especially frightened, he’d show up, sleeping bag slung over his back and wondered if, well, just maybe, if it wouldn’t bother them…Found himself pulled through the door so vast it almost left a vacuum where he’d stood. He was so used to them, being there that as he garbled what he didn’t know quite how to say, he was stripping, accepting a mug of their good…well…whatever it was. Getting hugged by the owners, glad to see him….any news of….none of them ever finished the sentence for they knew the answer. But just being with them, somehow, calmed him and, though he wasn’t to know it, calmed them. Bill was their closest, most real contact to the world of men. Although they worked all day with them and were, generally, accepted, when the work was finished, no one ever suggested they knock off, go get a beer, nothing was said, the job site just emptied, everyone gone wherever they went. The Centaurs didn’t notice because this was how it how always been, work, get paid, go home. Talk with the men? Only about the work, what was needed, times to show up, just about the work; They knew nothing of the fellows around them while those around them knew nothing of them …. other than they were Centaurs, fags, fucked each other….and if pressed to say anything positive, that they worked like the beasts they were. Bill Cole had the parallax view on that, knew how in a deep sense, they suffered, they’d like to have the men they worked with….maybe not as friends, buddies but…at least civil.
One other thing from their working past; Few years back one jerk thought it would be real fun if he and his buddies, well, if they cut one Centaur off, got him tied up and found out what fucking him might be like…oh…and cut off that hose pipe of a cock, got in the way too many times… Bad idea, worse ending. You don’t separate Centaurs particularly when they sense what’s up. The jerk who thought it up? Well, he was able to walk….after a while. If he didn’t know what it was like to fuck a Centaur, he knew what it was like to be fucked by one and Brett, who got him, didn’t even go very far; He was only too aware that human asses would not withstand the power of an angry, diamond hard Centaur cock shoved up, break ‘em, probably kill ‘em. Some idiot had tried with his own Stallion and, well, now the Stallion had a new owner who respected all the drop down parts and left them alone.
Bill knew about that episode, almost wept about it-Tommy had just joined his team so he was aware of the ‘situation’. Wanted to do something, understand these two great fellows who’d never been less than very cordial, helped at a couple of meets….he needed answers to questions that, well, he didn’t quite have and so, for him, he took a chance.
Everyone knew who Aegis was, what they didn’t know was they Centaur himself. He was old, kept to himself, was thought to have a companion? Lover? Boyfriend? But respect for what who he was and what it was known he’d done was such that whatever speculations were squashed by the good humans who had reason to believe his presence was better than a new paved road or a perfect summer when it rained just enough to keep everything green plus produce elegant flowers. That was the reputation of Aegis. Bill Cole standing at his door, trying to knock was vaguely aware of all of that but….there were other stories, ones about Centaurs existed with humans only on sufferance, could be mean and those hooves could hurt like hell if used on a human….. He gulped and knocked.
Some people can open door so that it almost says, “So, what do you want? Go away?” Some people peep around just to make sure you’re not an enemy but this door wasn’t opened so much as it seemed to evaporate leaving a fine looking Centaur, one hand out, smiling, welcoming. Bill Gulped twice.
“Uhm, Ah, sir I a coach…no, I mean I’m Bill Cole and I…do something….?…” He was still being taken aback by the door being opened…
A soft compelling voice said, “Perhaps your name is Bill Cole and you’re a track coach?” Bill was trying to decide if that might be the answer when he found a very strong, heavily muscled arm put around him as it moved him in. All he could do was look into the eyes that were still grey…maybe but now? Showed him something? Possible? Not possible? Whatever, the arm drew him to his chest-noticing if he were breathing any harder resuscitation could be necessary. “You are welcome here…matter of fact, I had it in mind to come see you and thank you for all you do.”
Just then Bill couldn’t remember if he’d washed his teeth that morning so sputtered out, “I didn’t do it…honest.” Which meant absolutely nothing except to Aegis who would have laughed, it was an amusing situation, but just pulled him closer and…oh shit….kissed him on his forehead; Instantly he was better, without reason or meaning to put an arm around the man who was holding him, looked back into his eyes to see something placid that lacked colour but made him want to be there or stay where he was in the arms of a man he didn’t even know but now was so close, it was like his father welcoming him home from university…..funny, that last time he’d come home, only a Sophomore…his father already ill, died a few days later but he remembered that last hug and his father’s eyes….then put his head on Aegis shoulder allowing another arm to surround him.
They stood there, one the potential future of sorts, the other recalling the ever distancing past. Aegis didn’t specifically know why he’d come but, as he rearranged things and picked Bill up, he knew he was holding something that had been sad but now was at the fringe of finding a way out. He kissed his forehead. Bill closed his eyes and saw…he wasn’t sure but it made him happy.
“You better now? Not afraid?” He smiled that incredible smile at him. I’m going to put you down and you’ll….”
“Take off my clothes.” Why the fuck had he said that? The last thing, not the penultimate thing, but the last thing he could imagine was walking into a strange house and striping….but he had a memory of being with Beau and Brett and naked there, with Centaurs, so as innocent as a child preparing to go to bed, his clothes seemed to fall from him, now naked but also comfortable. Somehow in this place with that Centaur, this was the correct, the comfortable, the only way to be.
Aegis ran his hand over his chest, almost down to his genitals. “You have a brilliant body, right for a coach, great for the young to admire and, as I said, I was coming to thank you for what you’ve done….”
Bill put up his hand, wondered if he could speak….
Aegis just smiled, “No, I know that you’ve helped our ponies when there was no call, I know the shit you’ve taken for doing that, I know that this one good deed done by a human who wanted to do it will, to many of them, change the way they view your race for, let us be honest, we are both of different races as is everything on earth. One biology but many divisions and diversions. I’ve often wondered wha t my life might have been if I’d been a Giraffe or a Zebra…did you know there are some few Centaurs that have Zebra characteristics? We fight to preserve their species but…you could not know this, they are trapped for either their hides or, when they’re young, made to be pets, collared, chained…..”
Bill could see what might have been tears but understood what he was saying, cried with him. They both stopped to think about these unfortunate beasts…Bill wondered if he’d ever meet one, if they’d survive….and wished he knew how to help. Aegis took his hand and raised his chin so he had what seemed a laser beam of light and caring from his eyes into the centre of Bill. “You are the good man of whom we hear so much but….rarely find.” He paused while a thought went through his mind. “You would trade places with one of ours, chained, beaten, ultimately….for one, just one. to be free. I can feel your arms imagining the chains, the whip, the tears for…you are not a Centaur, you are a man made chattel but the deed you did….I would say in Olympus your reward awaits you but we all know there is no Olympus so to do that simply means your body could be sold but your soul, never.”
He looked deeply at the man now almost unable to move, still thinking, seeing, himself chained to a pole, hearing the laughter of humans, knowing what they were coming to do….someone, he’d heard the talk, wanted his balls, his last element of manliness to be stuffed then mounted along with other trophies of men.
Aegis gently slapped him. “Wherever you are, come back, hereE in my arms, there could be no greater safety….WE, my partner and I now and forever will protect you, help you, be there when all you need safety from confusion, when you want a soft place to absorb your head, a nipple to suckle…..to be for a moment a little boy, frightened but only for a moment. You will come back as we hold you, stronger, surer, happier…here….Eion, my love, has joined us, let him hold you.”
Bill found himself handed carefully to another Centaur but one unlike Aegis. This one was younger, fitter, more….on edge. Even his voice lacked the ultimate comfort that Aegis’ did but had the capacity to engender safety, the idea that this Centaur was there for him no matter how great the disaster. As Eion accepted him from his partner he could sense the uptick in desire to help him, be with him as a companion, to run into the problem with him and….to kill for him.
He looked at this Centaur. Unlike Centaurs he had seen, this one had a coat that was dappled, some might have called it Appaloosa in design but, on him, it made him handsome, striking, demanding of attention but…holding Bill…instantly his friend, his mate, his forever to be with in times of trouble real or only in his mind. Eion, put both hands under his chin, put his mouth on his and….let his tongue run into him while clutching him ever closer, tighter. “I want to bond with you, come, climb on my back, hold my neck I am going to take you for a ride to a place….”
He looked at Aegis who looked back as if to infer, “Yes, that’s correct, he needs to tell you, the one who will solve the problem with action while I have only ideas.”
The last thing Bill noticed, and when he did his attention was riveted, was the balls and sack of a horse, stuffed, put on a plaque and hung on the wall. he was too busy ducking his head to avoid getting clonked as they went out the door.
“Sorry, there’s a box outside where humans usually mount us…you okay?”
Well, not really but then, yes, he was okay just not in the normal way. He saw a man, the father of one of the worst of his students, look up, yell something he couldn’t hear but he clearly recognized the finger he was being given. Eion laughed. “Stupid ass….his son….you know him, Seth Henderson….was on the team until I’m told he was thrown off….”
He certainly had been. Seth was the proverbial bully who did not carefully or wisely choose those he taunted. Worse, he tried to force his puerile sexual attentions on the younger, smaller boys even though he had no idea how the fuck to do it. The showers, the proverbial place for this nonsense was the scene but….something there usually isn’t, a witness. Eion had heard the cries so went to the spot where he could raise up and see in the long slit of glass at close to the top of the room. He knew what he saw and, no bother in even thinking about it, on his way home stopped Seth, took him into the bushes-he would have preferred to use a shower just so Seth would get the fuller picture then stuck him with his finger right up his juvenile ass while trying to get his infantile cock to rise so it could be shucked down until it blew everything up to and including bile from his bladder. When that did nothing but scare the shit out of him, he threw him to the ground, put hooves on his shoulders, looked at him in a manner that NO ONE could interpret as anything but hostile then told him some facts that, if you chose to hear it one way, might have been considered threatening. “I am a proud member of the Order of Uranus, I have had my balls chopped off, I am a gelding. Were that to be done to you at your age….you would almost surely grow up, what little you would grow, to be feminine. Gelding you would not be enough, you would have this pickle”…he flicked the kids formative dick with a finger… “take, just, maybe a hole so men could fuck you fore and aft….want that? Want to join the Order of Uranus?… No? Well then run home, tell your father what a cunt you are-which he will believe, fathers know their sons very well-but forget the part about the shower. Just tell him that fucking Centaur down the road threatened to cut off your bollocks…now”, he rolled him over in the mud with his hoof, “Get up and start running ‘cuz if you think I can’t catch you, guess you’ve never seen a horse run.”
Bill remembered all that, except the part about Eion scaring the shit out of the kid. Must not have been too effective as…a few weeks later, in the boys room, got some kid with his pants down….but this time they were discovered. As might be guessed, that took care of his being on the team as well as being a student. Bill sometimes wondered about his father-he was an only child-might have taught him?
Eion held him gently, looked into his face, his eyes, saw him remember but something deeper, something suppressed, something about love. With that in mind, and wanting to break the mood, he picked him up, said, “Lets get wet” and threw him in the lake. Centaurs can’t dive but they are strong swimmers so presently Bill found himself, again mounted on Eion, further out in the water than he felt comfortable going….if he’d been alone but with Eion? The word safety, or lack there of, disappeared. If you saw this from some distance you saw two very strong men playing. It might seem juvenile but they were splashing each other, spitting long streams of water to use what, if they knew would be an unfortunate phrase, just horsing around. Eventually, having tired him to the point where his resistance to somewhat innocently asked questions would be answered, he took him back to shore, found a place where the sun was uninhibited by trees, laid him down, fell beside him, so they both would dry.
There really is no true silence in nature, leaves rustle, the grass just from wind over it makes a sound but these are the background to affection, peacefulness, the time to ask about this and that and get an answer.
Eion rolled over Bill just enough to give him the security that weight can sometimes bring, covered part of his chest, slid one hand under his head, slowly lifted it to his lips, kissed him and while they were that close, whispered out…not so much as a question as a statement with the probability of a question within it.
His voice, so quiet, so encouraging, so soft, so….. “Bill you love Tommy don’t you?” Aegis believes that, Beau and Brett think it and, Bill, it’s okay, they want you to love him….if he loves you and only he can answer….do you know?”
“He….said….so.”
Not quite shocked but horrified to learn another knew his….desire, Bill tried to thrash, to get away from the source of the statement, pretend it never was spoken, never heard. His roiling only caused Eion to hold tighter, saying nothing, just feeling the musculature of this tough man’s body try and break away but…as he calmed he rolled into Eion, wanting to hold him. Somehow grateful the words had been spoken someone, or rather, several others knew but all the people he would want to know. He was regressing to being very young, Eion led his chin so that his mouth was on one of his wide, soft, hard pointed nipples so he would find the comfort of suckling, his eyes closed, his thoughts being, now, not of discovery but of the comfort of a shared fact.
Time passed, a shadow interfered with the sun, Bill had relaxed, accepted the fact that the man he loved loved him but just now….it was too much to discuss further, Eion knew that so waited for Bill to roll onto his back, find another conversation then go with that. Which is what happened, just one Eion, while comfortable with, hadn’t quite expected.
“What’s the ‘Order of Uranus”?
“Uh, it’s pronounced Your a Nus not ‘Your Anus’ .
“Sorry…”
“Okay, most people screw that one up….you happen to notice I don’t have Balls?”
Bill immediate looked down, behind where a fine looking cock was, nothing, flat, just like he said, no balls.
“ The order goes back to Greek Mythology to when it was thought Centaurs were dangerous, hated all mankind, would kill if they found a man or rape any woman. Of course it wasn’t true then or now but….when they caught a Centaur, alone, they’d cut off his nuts. There’s more. Uranus, there’s a planet by that name as you probably know, was castrated when his sons wanted a chance to be King and as long as he had testicles, they had no chance…why? Beats me, that’s the Greek version. Anyway they caught him gelded him-no Centaur is ever ‘castrated’ you’re gelded and whoever got to be king. Few Centaurs are even asked to join the order and, you’ll probably guess this, fewer accept but, in the Centaur culture, to be a member is a great honour for all that it means you’ve given up. For starters, besides you balls, you have to have produced a male pony, what we call young Centaurs, but abandon him, never see him again, never know anything about him…imagine…if your Dad just fucked a woman, she gets pregnant but that’s it, unless you are told, as you will need to be if asked to join, that it was not a Stallion pony, then all you can do, unless you never feel you might not want to join, is keep fucking until you get a male colt but then some of the members say, since you knew him, you cannot join. That’s what I can tell you about the ‘Order of Uranus’, one Centaur, his nuts…elsewhere. Aegis has mine stuffed and hanging on his wall.
Bill remembered that just never thought…a man would intentionally let himself be cut, or gelded, just, no.
“You ever had a son…or any foal?”
“Uh, no…never really wanted children…first I couldn’t afford them, never fell in love and, later, well, later I sorta found that I ,uh, I ….”
“Had an interest in men? Well, chum, if you were a Centaur, you could join the order.”
“Yeah, I could….”And wondered why he’d said that.
There was a long pause while Bill tried to put a question together…. “Eion, did you ever regret doing, you know? Being gelded?”
“Nope, that’s part of joining, they insist that you make them believe you won’t regret it…course….every guy, sometimes, regrets it. When I suck Aegis, I know his semen tastes…different than mine….I can’t give him as much as he might want, you know, getting your sack of lemons cut off kinda cuts into your dick size after a while, shrinks….male hormones, I don’t give a shit what species the male is, have the same basic effect, to make a man pregnant, Stallion or human, no nuts, no male hormones and….nothing to drive up the rod. Christ, there are enough ads for ‘Erectile Dysfunction’….and very few of those are for geldings or castrates or eunuchs or whatever you want to call a ball-less male, can’t get it up, can’t get it in, why I take hormones and, I’m not wearing it now but, I gotta hole in my dick through which a chain goes, at the end of the chain, ‘bout a pound of steel. You gotta heard of a ‘Prince Albert’ well that’s sorta what I got, but mines not for decoration, it’s to keep my dong hanging long….”. They both inadvertently laughed.
“C’mon, climb up, gotta get back to Aegis, foolish old man will think I ran off ‘n left him.”
But as he said it, Bill knew that would never happen. Like Beau and Brett, he’d seen more real love with his new Centaur buddies than with humans…
“Hold on, I’m gonna slip into canter, get your arms around my torso…play with my tits…”. Eion laughed wondering if Bill really would?
He did, not very well but some things you learn over time and with the man whose tits you most often play with.
Aegis was flopped on his front porch, a drink in one hand, a book in the other. Looked up as he heard the racket of hooves moving quickly. Knew who it was, smiled…just because Eion always made him smile. If nothing else, however strange their relationship might be as he’d once said to someone who had no idea what the hell he meant…. “Nothing like having a partner’s balls that you can rub whenever you want.” The listener was just blank and there was no explanation.
“Have you explained to our coach he’s staying for dinner plus spending the night? Ever slept with two Centaurs?” and then paused. Of course he had, his very close relationship with Brett and Beau, winter, cold nights, their fire, of course they’d insisted he bunk in at their place and, as lonely for Tommy, not to mentioned deeply worried, he would have accepted. He didn’t know, yet, what conversation with Eion he’d had but, shortly, he would. Aegis was not only smart but wise; Even he could see the relaxation now as opposed to when he’d ridden off on Eion. For that, Eion seemed….happier and he was not the sort to exude cheer on any sort of regular basis.
Bill accepted a drink trying not to look up to see Eion’s nuts on a plaque stuck on the wall. Once you knew what they were and the circumstances, well, it was almost hard to look anywhere else.
Aegis was pouring Centaur strength drinks so when he handed Bill the second one he suspected that quite soon, Coach wouldn’t be able to catch a beach ball if it was dropped on his lap. Fine, eventually they’d curl him up on the soft places on which they slept, look at him with love, some sadness but affection and thought about someone else who needed some attention; Tommy.
Brett was surprized to hear from Aegis, just a friendly call, wondered how things were, anything new and the kicker, the real reason, could he and Eion drop by sometime when Tommy, hopefully with Coach, was elsewhere? There was no possibility Brett would not find a way, and quickly, scoot them out then have Aegis and Eion ‘drop by’. He could always say, if asked, and not very convincingly, that they’d just ‘dropped by’. Tommy would know to a certainty that this pair never, ever just ‘dropped by’ so he assumed it was some Centaur business or, well, something that didn’t concern him. The plus was….Bill had suggested they enter a Marathon which certainly, without his knowing it, kept them involved for some while. There was a minor thorn here and that was….Tommy and his Centaur fathers ran all the time; A Marathon was just a longish walk in the park for him as Bill had discovered as his track coach tho while he wasn’t a speedster, at least when speed wasn’t of interest to him, it was a lock he’d finish the race…..even if it was somewhat iffy for Bill. He was trying to learn to upscale some things to a horse’s, well, Centaur’s pace but Tommy had years of training and experience. Only thing was…the organizers did not take the ‘Greek’ idea of nudity as a good idea so forcing Tommy into some sort of abbreviated shorts took some finagling on Bill’s part. One thing, in or out of clothes,, Tommy had a magnificent body, beautifully trained by his Dads; Bill was now working out with them but it would be a while before he could keep up the pace.
Aegis and Eion were warmly greeted by Brett and Beau, offered whatever they’d like to drink, predictably refused and, not quite usual for Aegis, got to the point. That being were the two Dads aware of the burgeoning relationship between their son and his coach? It was an axiomatic question but had to be asked. What the visitors could not have known was that Tommy often wept when Bill left, finally having to confess that he loved the man, was afraid their age difference would be a problem, that they would not approve, that…..there would have been several more had Beau not clasped him to his chest, put one hand over his mouth and told him, rather brusquely, to shut up. This with a smile on their faces.
Turned to face them, he saw two Dads, arms crossed across their magnificent chests, their horse collars shined, wondering only one thing: Was he still a virgin? Tommy was stunned, he never, ever thought they’d, not with anyone, he was their son, they’d want him kept with them forever….and Bill…Again, his verbal wanderings got him nothing more than turned over the most convenient lap and paddled while the two Centaurs laughed.
Oh, and the virginity thing? While his tail got red, so did his face. He mumbled, tried to find what he wanted to say but it just wasn’t there.
“It’s a yes or no question, Son, either he’s had his cock up your ass or he hasn’t, which one?”
“Uh….”
“Tommy, Yes or No…”
“No but….”
“We don’t care…guess we should ask you if you’ve ever….” now they stammered… “you know, with him, did you?”
He shyly shook his head adding only…. “But…I think we both wanted to just, you know, he’s real afraid if he hurt me you’d beat the shit out of him…”
They looked at each other. “Tommy getting fucked, by which ever one of you isn’t going to hurt you, well, a little bit as it is for all males who elect to have sex with another male but, Son, he’s not going to hurt you…fact is IF Bill found someone who’d tried to hurt you, he’d get them before we did….you do know he loves you”.
Wasn’t much Tommy could do but just try and not smile too much and nodded his head, yes.
“Do you want to live with him?”
“Dad, I don’t know….Bill’s a teacher and I kinda think that would fuck up his career.”
The Centaurs thought that as well. Which led to a very difficult, somewhat sad interview, again without Tommy who was sent on some bogus errand with Eion while Bill and the Dads talked about very serious issues, the first being his continuing employment as a coach….
He sat there, head down, hands akimbo between his legs, defeat, if not written on him then suggested. “I’ve thought about quitting. Shit, after that track meet, the way our Tommy was treated, if that’s how they’re gonna be then, fine, but get someone else. It’s not just really Tommy or you it’s that they showed, fathers and sons, what jerks they were…..something I pretty much knew, I’d had to work with some of them for two or three years. My contract is up after this year and, truth, I doubt if it’s renewed, bet they’d be glad to reach a settlement now and have me gone when school opens. Sooner, really, practice actually starts in August, not that far away….but…here’s the other side, if I do that it will be plainly obvious why and for whom.”
“Yes, we know Bill….if it’s about money, if you need it, well, I know that we would make sure you never went hungry…”
“That’s not it….I cannot imagine what this would do to Tommy…face it, we’re too old to really be his friends….” He had a small, sickening sense of dread as he spoke the next reality. “Truth is, I’m too old for him….he needs some young man, he can, well, whatever, just some one his age.”
“We don’t think that’s an issue, doesn’t matter to him, he wants and loves you fuck the age difference. From a public standpoint, no matter what the PR, two men together still has some critics… and try being two gay Centaurs, ask us or ask Aegis and Eion…”
“And speaking of Eion….did you tell him about something called…Uh? Order of a planet?”
“Uranus?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s a very select group for Centaurs who have to be gelded to join…Eion’s balls have been stuffed…or taxidermied or whatever, hang on Aegis’ wall. He told me about it….I guess I told Tommy, why?”
“Well, whatever you told him….he’s got this obsession about whatever this is. We don’t understand…he ever give you any blow back…you told him.”
“Well, yeah but Eion told him more, explained why he did it, what it was to him and Aegis…maybe even Aegis talked to him.”
“You don’t think he…..he wants something like this? Being gelded? Tommy? What the hell was said to him, Bill, what did the two of you talk about…”
A panicked went almost simultaneously through both Centaurs minds.
“Bill, please, you’re like family to us…what’s going on?”
“Uh, guys, after that first time, when Eion described it to me, how it released him from sex, how it let him love Aegis more and, I don’t know how to even explain this one, how proud he was to see his balls hanging there, his permanent gift to Aegis.”
Somewhat sarcastically, “I bet Aegis was thrilled to have a pair of used nuts stuck over the fire place….”
“Brett….please….don’t.” There was a very long silence while the earth turned a little and life inside their home turned a lot.
“We want to be gelded.” Bill first hung his head then looked straight at them. “We do, Tommy and me and…..” He renewed his gulping. “We think it would be great if you two joined the order, if they’ll let you, get gelded with us, all four, eight nuts…yeah, on the wall.”
The two Centaurs looked at each other, remembered…something. Looked at Bill. The world turned a little more while internally a decision was subtly reached.
“Guess nobody would have a coach without his balls, wouldn’t look right in the shower.” There was a silence through which you could drive a truck. Beau turned, made the shape of a square with his thumbs and fore fingers. “Riiiight about there, nope, maybe a bit to the left…look good, two pair of balls, any Centaur would be proud to know how much his son loved his man.
Behind him Brett quietly said…. “And the other pair, the two sets from the Centaurs….wonder if that order is available assuming the stallion foal they have wasn’t their sperm…just the son they love….whattaya say, Partner? Give ‘em up? Have a little ritual ceremony, maybe some friends, give ‘em booze, food…really celebrate.” More silence.
“Bill you’re awfully quiet, something bothering you?”
“No, just trying to decide if we need to get a Vet or a Urologist to do the job?”
All three men howled with laughter.
Hard to know who was more stunned, Eion or Tommy both of whom, when their mouths closed were fucking thrilled. Eion swore he’d get the soon to be geldings into the Order, they’d more than earned it and, he wondered aloud, since both men were virgins, was their something the clan of Centaurs could do for them as what they were about to was go through the same ritual ceremony as if they were joining the Order? There must be something, he’d ask around.
Nothing that quickly decided is that easily accomplished. First, Tommy and Bill were legally married and that took some doing as Tommy was just 19. But came a very cold day in November, with the few invitees in white, Tommy and Bill joined their lives. Brett, Beau, Eion and Aegis stood up with the men while certain of their closer Centaur friends constituted the congregation. Hard to say who was happier but, back in time, the thousands of men who have loved each other looked on…maybe, why not?
Bill moved in with Tommy plus his Dads which, as happened, worked out well for all four. As the day for their ritual to join the order closed in, it was obvious that the only way was for them to live together as only they, and a very few other members could understand the reason for their actions. For that….few even knew what would happen, the only others there would be Eion and Aegis.
There were some advance preparations that had a lot to do with the future but only in a tangential way; Tommy remembered what Eion had told him about the pound of steel hanging from his dong to prevent it from withdrawing when the natural hormones quit. To that end, all four, two humans and two Centaurs, had their cocks pierced and, depending on the species, weights, which looked like Prince Alberts were installed….the future being that the weight could be increased as the need or the desire for more length came along. Both men had their nipples pierced simply because they liked the look and, now with the freedom to be whatever they wanted, this was one thing they wanted.
Turned out it was the Vet who finally did the gelding. He said, no reason to not believe him, these weren’t the first two humans he’d done; If you listened carefully you might be convinced he’d had a lively practice in turned guys into Eunuchs. There was no ceremony, no ritual although entry to the Order of Uranus did have one which, at least Beau and Brett, could have used but it was designed to be performed in front of a group of gelded Centaurs which would have brought attention no one wanted.
One thing not dreamed up by the order, and which was a ritual of sorts, some days after their gelding, when things were getting nicely healed, four sets of butts, naked as usual, were presented in their back yard to the same Vet who, this time, was in charge of branding all of them. The astrological symbol for Uranus was used as the brand which, when applied, made them look as if they lived on a ranch. As an after thought Eion received the same burnt in pictograph on his rump.
So their lives began as gelded Centaurs and men, working, living together, loving and, after all, sex wasn’t forgotten just somewhat differently practiced. On one memorable occasions, there was a four way suck off….just the way to end that day. Or to start another tradition.
If you’re a Centaur and would like to join a very exclusive club, well, you know the way in….
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