"Oh yes, indeed," mother laughed as she sipped her tea daintily. Now empty, she passed it to me to refill. I was quick to obey the silent command.

"My, what a well-trained gelding," her friend complimented her.

"Of course," mother said proudly. "Had him castrated just as he hit puberty."

It was true. From the moment of my birth, this was my fate. As a member of a noble family, only two sons are ever deemed necessary. One to inherit the estate, the second to bring the family glory in the military, and the rest were for the gelding irons.

I was nothing more than an unpaid servant, an inheritance for my older brothers to enjoy. A slave, if you will.

My taint was smooth and the sheath removed to let my cock hang down between my legs. To add to my humility, my tail was always cut short to expose all that wasn't there, and the family crest branded to my flank where my cutie mark should have been.

Geldings don't get cutie marks. For their purpose has been decided already.

Her friend got up from her seat and came around to examine me like some fish at the market. I remained still as I had been taught, waiting for her to finish.

"Hardly even a scar," the mare stated, impressed. "Though, his cock is quite fat. If he had been allowed to the go through puberty, he might have been quite the prize."

Mother nodded. "Yes, I thought so myself. But, we mustn't let pleasures interfere with status. An uncut third son? How preposterous."

"Ah, a pity," the other mare sighed. "Though, with the right spell, he could still be of use."

I felt like throwing up. I was tired of being a worthless piece of meat. Why couldn't I have been born to a peasant mare? At least then, perhaps, I could have had a childhood. All I had growing up was consist training, from the moment I was born, when I was gelded, and until I reached my eighteenth birthday.

The only game I ever played was "I spy". But, it's no fun when you're your only playmate.

I wasn't even present in the family portraits. I couldn't even call my own mother "mother". My father, though, was the worst. He had insisted that my castration be without anesthetic so that I would better learn my place in the household.

"Would you care for a ride?" my mother asked her friend, quite innocently. Again, I wanted to throw up.

The other mare reached out and cupped my penis in her hoof, as though weighing it. A thoughtful expression on her face. Then she let it fall again and shook her head.

"No. I really must be going, it is getting quite late. Perhaps next time."

I was swift and eager to see her to the door. After that I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, you weren't looking forward to it?"

I cringed. I didn't realize she had followed me. Swallowing, I turned to face her.

WHAP!

A slap across the face was my punishment. At least she hit like a girl.

"Know your place, gelding," she scolded me. "Why couldn't I of had a little filly. At least then she could marry up in society. But, no, I get a useless third colt. Who hardly even makes a proper gelding. Get out of my sight. I have no further use of you today."

Bowing my head, I rushed off to my room.