The Castrati Life

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The Castrati LifeHis Eminence Cardinal Mathias von Rohr was a former Bishop of Vienna. Because of his prior office, he was quite familiar with many of the royal and noble families of Germany, Austria, and Hungary. Tonight, he was hosting His Highness the Hereditary Prince of Bruck-Furstenfeld. They were having an evening of entertainment and dinner at the clergyman’s beautifully appointed palazzo in the center of Rome. The cardinal had a small chamber choir perform. It was 1497 and women were not permitted to sing in churches. This led to the practice of castrating young boys to retain their high-pitched voices.The boys in the choir were young, but all those over the age of eight had undergone the surgery to retain the ability to sing soprano. Those who had been castrated were known in plural as ‘castrati’ or in the singular form as ‘castrato’. There were two older singers in the group who had achieved mediocre fame in opera. The first was the more even-keeled, eighteen-year-old, Nicolo dal Prato. The other was a twenty-one-year-old named Domenico Melani.Both of the them possessed powerful voices. The Cardinal and his guest, Hereditary Prince Franz, enjoyed the musical entertainment. In fact, the entire party cheered and applauded with great delight. The attendees moved to the dining room. The lavish banquet started with prosciutto with melon. That was followed by mushrooms with parmesan cheese and parsley. The next course was Caesar salad with fresh white anchovies. Then, the guests were served spinach and ricotta cheese ravioli in a butter sage sauce. Roast chicken in a white wine sauce with fennel and nutmeg was next. They were served Sicilian eggplant and asparagus along with the chicken. And, for dessert, there was the classic tiramisu. Of course, there were decanters of wine that flowed freely into the glasses.Franz turned to his host and inquired, “How long have you had those older castrati with you?”“It has been some three years I believe,” the Cardinal guessed. “They occasionally sing in lead roles at the opera here, but they are middle of the pack.”“Interesting. I would love to take them back to Furstenfeld. Could I persuade you to draw up a contract?”“Why certainly,” the host said.The terms were agreed to and Franz ordered his Master of Purse to dispense the appropriate amount of gold ducats. The Austrian entourage, along with its two new members, headed back to the Duchy of Bruck-Furstenfeld the next morning. Nicolo was excited to see a new part of the world. He was tall, but had not become chubby as many of his fellow castrati. He of course had the typical weight redistribution so his hips and ass were rounded. And, he had breasts that would fill a full A-cup. His face had soft features. His family was poor and sent him to a local barber-surgeon for the operation when he was eight-years-old. During his time in the choirs and the opera, he had been sponsored by the immensely wealthy Count di Ceva.Ceva lavished Nicolo with clothes and jewels. He had him installed in a palazzo that was only two doors down from the one he shared with his wife and five surviving c***dren. The old man also kept the castrato filled with dick. Nicolo was not super attracted to his patron and lover, but enjoyed all the perks. Fortunately, there was a knight that served in the Count’s household who was younger and virile. Nicolo enjoyed having the Corsican warrior deflower him.The Hereditary Prince was in his personal carriage. He had only two companions with him, his Private Secretary, Johann von Rohr, who was a cousin of the Cardinal, and Domenico, the older castrato. Franz smiled and Domenico coyly returned in kind.Domenico Melani thought back to the day his father negotiated his sale to the Church. He was seven years-old at the time. A priest took him to Rome. The next day, he was taken to a barber-surgeon. He was given doses of opium for its numbing effect. The man bathed the youngster in milk and eventually completed the castration. Domenico had healed nicely and had a great voice. The only thing that kept him from being able to tour all of the famous European opera houses was his temperament. He was known to have severe mood swings and bouts of extreme unhappiness. Opium helped keep him level. He had grown tall and had the complete shape of a woman. His body was quite impressive with measurements of 36C- 32-41.Franz inquired of Domenico, “Have you ever visited Vienna?”“Why no, Your Highness,” replied the songster.“We shall go post haste. I should think you would enjoy it.”“I am sure I shall, sir. I have always wanted to see the opera there!”“Oh, you will, my dear. The world will be your oyster.”“Thank you, sir!”“Please call me ‘Franz’. I aspire to be on quite personal terms with you.”“Certainly, Franz!”Domenico could barely believe his luck. He was being shuttled off to a castle and was to be the lover of a man destined to inherit his own personal kingdom. This was a far cry from the nights he would steal away to the brothel on the outskirts Rome owned by Atto Urbani – an aged castrato – that kept a few rooms for discarded castrati. Domenico did so because he only had intermittent work at best at the opera. Also, his patron made sure he had an apartment, but did not bestow him with much in the way of jewelry or gold ducats.Domenico was a particular favorite of Moor battalions when they were in the city. The swarthy men from North Africa enjoyed him. Atto made sure Domenico was outfitted in the most fashionable dresses when they were canlı bahis in town. Domenico played the role of courtesan nicely. The last time had been two weeks prior.Tariq Al-Andalusi was the commander of the guards protecting the emissary who was on a diplomatic trade mission. Cmdr. Al-Andalusi was tall and sturdy from his daily routine of 300 push-ups and 200 sit-ups each morning AND 100 push-ups, 200 sit-ups, and 50 curls each night. He also ran at least five miles per day. His skin was deep olive. His hair was thick and dark. He had a full beard and his body was covered with the same dark-hair that adorned his head. He smelled of war, authority, and the sun. He was an ideal male specimen. He had three wives, four sons, and six daughters.When in Rome, do as the Romans do the Commander believed. He wrote in his diary that no man could resist becoming a pederast in Rome. He had first seen a slew of castrati at the opera. It had intrigued him, he bedded the f******n-year-old, Gaetano Salvatori, that night. Soon, he discovered Atto’s house of ill-repute. When he caught the first glimpse of Domenico, he could not believe his eyes. Tariq paid three-times the normal price for an entire night with Domenico.“Hello, Commander,” purred Domenico.“Hello, dear. You are beautiful,” admired the Moor.“Why, thank you, Your Excellency!”“Think nothing of it. Let me see your bosom!”“Yes, sir,” replied the castrato as he lowered the sheer sleeping dress he was wearing.”“My, oh my! They are quite full. Much fuller than those of my wives! I want to cherish them!”“Thank you, sir!”Tariq began to suckle on the delectable breasts. Domenico cooed and writhed.“Have you ever been with a Moor before,” the warrior inquired.“Yes, sir! I have,” answered the soprano.“Then you know we have incredible manhood.”“I am aware, my lord,” blushed Domenico. “Well, let me assure you, I am quite endowed and I have incredible stamina.”“Is that so?”“Yes, my dear! See for yourself.”Domenico pulled out Tariq’s dick. It was rock hard and had to be nine inches. He started sucking it. The Moor’s balls had a strong stench. The trained vocalist enjoyed the manliness of the scent.“Allow me to take you, pretty little castrato,” ordered the Commander. “Get on the pallet.”“Yes, sir,” Domenico purred as he got on all fours.Tariq entered the warm, tight rectum. He moved inside slowly one inch at a time until he was fully nestled in the sweetness of Domenico.“Oh, Domenico,” yelled the lauded military man.“Yes, daddy,” cried the operatic actor.“Take my manhood in your delicate love hole!”“Yes, sir! Yes, sir! Give it to me!”“It’s all yours. You take it better than my wives!”“Really, Commander?”“Oh, yes, castrato! You are the essence of perfection! Oh, goodness!”Tariq and Domenico fucked the night away. All in all, the Moor had cum four times and Domenico was spent. The physically fit man left his vixen a pouch of gold ducats.Domenico’s head swayed as the carriage bounced along the bumpy path. He wondered what the Commander was doing now.Coincidentally, Tariq Al-Andalusi was thinking about Domenico. He had just picked up the eight-year-old Gasparo from the old barber-surgeon’s house. The Moor had purchased the boy from his family to have him castrated. Gasparo was well-healed after a month of high-quality care insured by the many gold ducats the Commander had paid the man. He was kissing and tickling his personal castrato and wondered if he would end up looking like Domenico.“You are my little perfect amour,” confessed Tariq as he kissed the young slave.“I am so happy. I just want to please you,” admitted the recently castrated effeminate k**.“You shall!”A few days later, the entourage arrived at Schloss Furstenfeld. The massive fortress of a home was built on hillside. Franz had the chief steward of the castle ensure that Domenico was installed a very fine set of rooms. He also ensured Nicolo had a nice suite of rooms. Franz spent most of his time here while his father’s court was at the palace in the capital city.That evening, after dinner, the six-foot-even, Franz wrote a message and summoned a footman to deliver it to Domenico. A while later, the servant returned with a note from the Italian. Franz ordered wine and a tray of petit-fours be sent to Domenico’s apartment. An hour later, he walked the winding corridors to see his castrato.Franz enter the chambers. Domenico was naked and smoking opium. “Would you like some,” the singer inquired.“I think I shall,” replied the Hereditary Prince.After smoking the sedative, Franz hurriedly removed his sleeping gown. He admired Domenico’s feminine curves. “You have such an infantile cock,” he announced. His own member was a thick eight-inches. He flipped the castrato on his stomach and shoved his royal dick inside.“That hole is tight,” Franz sighed.“Oh, my goodness,” wailed Domenico. “Your manhood is large. Take me! Take my hole!”“Oh, yes! Those beautiful breasts and this round, soft bottom! It’s so tight on my schwanz.”“You have such a big schwanz, Your Highness!”“It is yours! I want you to always be mine!”“I am yours!”Franz pounded Domenico with vigor. He came eventually and fell asleep next to his new lover. Over the course of the night they made love three times. The Hereditary Prince had breakfast in bed with the curvaceous castrato that morning.Nicolo had spent the night alone. He met up with Domenico in the music room where they practiced scales and arias with the pianist. A bouquet of flowers was delivered for Domenico along with a gift bahis siteleri box containing a sapphire anklet. Nicolo ignored the feelings of jealously and vowed to sing better than the favored one. At the end of practice, a messenger arrived. He brought tidings from His Illustrious Highness the Graf of Bovec, who was aide-de-camp for the Hereditary Prince. The Graf was twenty-nine-years-old and his family had been mediatized to the Brucks almost a century ago. The Bovecs retained their castle and much of their wealth. The Graf was married with three sons so his title and family line were assured to continue. The Graf had sent a note and box containing a ruby broach encircled with pink diamonds.The note from the nobleman read, ‘I wish to be your patron. May I visit you chambers after your practice. I eagerly await your reply.’Nicolo transcribed a reply quickly. The footman placed it on the silver tray and headed off to deliver the message.This was the first sign that Franz received of Domenico’s mood swings. He received a note complaining that the broach Nicolo got was worth more than the ‘paltry anklet’ he was given. He lied about Nicolo bragging. Franz did not want to participate in the in-fighting. He ordered a the Dobma tiara be sent to his Italian lover. He also sent a message saying that he was ready to deflower his songster that night.Nicolo was waiting when Ruprecht, Graf of Bovec, arrived. Ruprecht was extremely tall, had angular features, and a lean body. He immediately pulled Nicolo into his arms. He kissed the castrato passionately. The Graf never counted on inheriting the title. His father had two sons before him by his first wife. The oldest died before acceding to the title. The other brother became Graf. He had four daughters, but no sons. After contracting malaria while on a visit to Africa, he passed away. The title and lands and money passed to Ruprecht. He quickly took a wife and produced offspring.Nicolo rubbed his soft hands along Ruprecht’s strong, masculine back.The Graf nibbled on the chorister’s titties. Then he said, “I want to put my big German schwanz inside you.”“Take me,” begged Nicolo.Ruprecht stuck his fat seven-and-a-half-inch dick into Nicolo’s pink hole. He fucked the pussyboi with reckless abandon. Nicolo was screaming and panting. The Graf was grunting as he pounded. They were straight fucking. It went on for an hour until the Graf unloaded.They fucked like rabbits every day. Most days Ruprecht made three visits to Nicolo’s chambers.A year later, things had changed.Franz’s father had passed away. He was now the Duke of Bruck-Furstenfeld. He and his entourage were now based at the Court of Ulmsburg Palace. He married his paternal first cousin, Princess Margaret. He had gotten her pregnant and she was delivered of a healthy baby boy – His Highness Hereditary Prince Otto. Domenico whined often about the Duchess and her snobbishness. The Graf of Bovec was now a permanent emissary to the Papal States. Nicolo was visited by Franz twice a week. The Duchess despised both castrati and limited the food they received.Franz was ready to rid himself of his wife. He so enjoyed fucking the castrati. But his cousin was a brilliant woman. She used intrigue to prove the disloyalty of both Italians. Franz gave less opulent gifts, but still made his way to see Nicolo often and Domenico on occasion.Tonight, was a state visit with the Emissary from the Mossi Empire’s Kingdom of Yatenga.Franz had twice the amount of Domenico’s opium delivered to him the night before along with an amethyst-and-diamond parure. He visited the apartment and fucked Domenico like the brothel whore he was. Domenico loved it and promised to perform for the African guests.The Duke sent Nicolo an ivory-and-ruby parure. He visited and made love to the calmer castrato. Nicolo was eager to sing for the dark-skinned guests.The state dinner had been successful thus far. Now, Nicolo stood to deliver his aria. It was flawless. Next, Domenico stood and rendered a powerful song. The emissary and his entourage were highly impressed.His Excellency the Emissary was the forty-one-year-old second son of a village chief. His name was Kango. He was accompanied by a sizable group, but his most trusted assistant and aide-de-camp was his maternal cousin, Lumpo, who was ten years younger.“What an extraordinary performance, Your Highness,” remarked Kango.“Thank you, Your Excellency,” said Franz.“I have heard of the castrati vocalists, but never had the pleasure of hearing the sounds of their voices.”“It is an extremely surprising sound the first time you hear it.”“Quite mesmerizing I must say.”“I confess, they are also quite mesmerizing in person. One can become lost with interest as they share their life stories.”“Is that so, Your Highness.”“Entirely.”“Shall I make arrangement for you to meet one of them privately?”“I should think that is a brilliant idea. I would like to meet the one who sang last. My cousin, Lumpo, should meet with the other one.”“Very well! I shall have it arranged.”Later that night, as Kango relaxed, Domenico appeared at his door. The castrato was wearing a dress and powdered face along with a wig. His breasts were pushed up by a corset.The Italian singer sashayed into the bedchamber and sat on the couch. “How are you tonight, Your Excellency?”“I am well. It is good to see you,” shared the Yatengan emissary.“I concur. How were your travels?”“Long.”“I hope the journey was worth it,” the experienced courtesan said pouring two glasses of bahis şirketleri wine.“I think so,” the African replied taking a beverage from Domenico.“That is good. I have always wondered about the ways of men in diplomacy and trade.”“Is that so?”“Oh, yes! I am an artist. And I was given to such a life as I have now.”“Do you enjoy your life?”“Yes, Your Excellency! It affords me the opportunity to meet powerful and interesting men. Though, I confess I have never met one like you.”“What do you mean?”“You have immense confidence, exude complete masculinity, possess dark skin, and have command of the room.”“Why, thank you.”“Have you ever seen we castrati before.”“No. You two were the first.”“I should hope we were pleasing.”“Oh, you are.”“Do you mind if I smoke some opium? I should like to share it with you.”“Certainly, I will smoke it with you.”The pair were relaxed.“It is hot in here. Would you help me loosed my corset, Your Excellency,” asked Domenico.Kango replied, “Yes, dear!”“I can take my leave now if you wish.”“Oh, no. You should stay. Tell me how you became castrato.”“My family was quite impoverished. They sold me to the Church when I was seven. Then I was castrated.”“Oh, my!”“Yes, sir! I enjoy my life.”Kango was massaging the womanly chest of the castrato now. “Did you know it is common in my culture for soldier to take boy-wives with them into battle.”“No, my lord! Do tell.”“We are forbidden to be with women during wartime. So, we take a boy-wife. He will cook and clean for us. And, also he fulfills our sexual needs.”“That is so amazing. I should be a terrible cook though.”“Well, you could certainly fulfill my manly needs.”“I want to fulfill your manly needs right now. I want you to take me.”“I do not feel like being gentle. I want to fuck you like an a****l!”“Oh, yes! Take me. Fuck me!”Kango ripped the dress off Domenico. The six-foot-one, hefty, well-built man threw the naked castrato on the bed. He took off his pants and revealed his ten-and-a-half-inch rod. “That is the biggest cock I have ever seen,” admitted the Italian.“Well, you are going to take it in your womanly rear end,” the Emissary howled.With that, he pushed Domenico on his stomach and mounted him. Kango slammed in and out with vigor. He pulled the singer to his knees and kept pounding. He fondled Domenico’s titties.“Oh! My dark African dick looks good going in and out of your Italian ass, castrato,” howled Kango.“I love that big African manhood,” whined Domenico.“I would have been fucking you when you were seven if I knew you then!”“Oh, really, Your Excellency?!?”“Absolutely! My last boy-wife was eleven. He was cute and small.”“Wow! Give me that large African tool!”“I think I will castrate a seven-year-old when I return home!”“Oh, my goodness!”Kango hammered with all his might. His balls aching. His dick was wrecking the sissy’s boipussy.Kango nutted hard.Domenico spent the night with him. They fucked nine more times.A few doors down, Lumpo was already balls deep in Nicolo. The six-foot-two, athletic, dark-skinned man rammed his eleven-inch dick in the castrato’s tight pink hole.“Give me that fat African dick,” begged Nicolo. “Fuck me like the bitch I am!”“Oh, yes! I am fucking you just like I fuck my boy-wife,” confessed Lumpo.“Oh, my lord! Give it to me, please!”“Yes! Take this Yatengan manhood. Beg me to give you this noble dick!”“Please give me that high-born dick! Please! I need to feel that African seed!”“Oh, yes! You are an eager little peasant bitch! Scheming hard to get my high-born semen in your ass!”“Oh, daddy!”“I am going to give you my semen!”Lumpo flipped Nicolo on his back. He pounded with reckless abandon. He tensed and released his load.The next day, The Duke and The Emissary reached a trade agreement. Also, Kango purchased the castrati. He and Lumpo fucked the bitches all the way home. Then they gave the Italians to a group of new infantrymen that used the songsters night and day.Thousands of miles away, Tariq Al-Andalusi was lying on the push pillows of the bedchamber of the new villa he had constructed on the northern edge of the lake on his property. The main house was filled with servants, wives, and offspring. This private hideaway contained only Gasparo and two servants.The eight-year-old effeminate castrato was sipping wine along with the Commander. “Did you have fun today,” checked the military mastermind.“Yes, sir! I did,” beamed Gasparo.“What did you do?”“Well, I practiced my scales and arias. Then the jugglers came. It was so interesting!”“I am sorry I could not be here with you.”“It is fine. I enjoyed the chocolates and petit-fours!”“Excellent! I came to you as soon as I could! You are my amour!”“Thank you, sir,” Gasparo said rubbing Tariq’s nine-inch prick with his small hands.“You make me feel good! I want to deflower you now!”“Yes, big Moor Daddy! You know I love having that big Arab manhood inside my little castrato butt!”“When you talk like that, I want to tear you up!”“Tear me up! You found a super lady-like feminine youngie when you saw me!”“Yes, boy!”Tariq lifted Gasparo on top of him.The castrato eased down and then bounced on it.The little one’s infantile dick was sedentary as he rode Tariq’s large, girthy cock.Tariq flipped the bottom boi over and hammered hard. His thick dick impaled Gasparo. His super hairy balls slapped the castrato’s skin.The submissive’s butt hole began to cream. Tariq’s dick slid deeper in his boy until he was bottoming out. It was an aggressive hard fuck with lots of sweating. He could not believe how well the eight-year-old took it. Tariq could hold it no longer. He flooded Gasparo’s hole with his Moor nut.Back in Yatenga, Kango prepared to meet his distant cousin the King to review the summary of his travels.

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