Joining the Band
by Leowulf
In which a new gelding is born to an Amazon


(This story was inspired by a picture made by Lady Carole, one of the best
femdom artists ever. The picture that inspired this offering is LCZ 108 in
Lady Carole's Amazons)

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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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