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Galdius, upon hearing that hearing that a caravan had arrived, went to the market. Surely, there would be new slaves. Soldiers of the empire had recently conquered another city, killing every man over the age of sixteen, but taking the rest as slaves-except, of course, those too young to withstand the rigors of traveling to the slave markets of the empire. He needed another bed warmer. The one he had was eighteen, too old for his taste. Besides, in the years since he'd been cut, he'd come to resemble a woman more than the boy, he'd once been. It was time for a change. A man needed variety to spice up his life. Maybe he'd buy two-although, he knew he was fooling himself. He wasn't a rich man. He'd be lucky to afford one. This could be an opportunity for him, though. Perhaps, with the fall of the city, the market would be flooded with slaves, lowering their prices. The caravan had brought over three hundred slaves, at least a hundred of whom were boys, only a few of whom were over fourteen years-old. Most of the older ones had died fighting for their city, which mattered little to Gladius. He wanted one who had just gained his man hair-probably no older than twelve or thirteen. Some men like to cut them before they got their man hair, often cutting off their small cocks as well, making them smooth like a girl, but Gladius, liked for them to have their man hair-and a larger, fully grown cock. If he had wanted a little girl, he would have bought one. He wanted a boy, who was old enough to know what he was losing-a boy who had his cock milked before his balls were cut off. Even if he hadn't come to buy a slave, he would have come to watch the boys get milked and cut, masturbating beneath his robes as he watched. From the movement he had observed in others, he hadn't been the only one so aroused. Since the slave revolt fifteen years before, all male slaves were cut, losing much of their aggression alone with their balls. Ball-less slaves were generally docile-more easily managed. There had never been a slave revolt by an army of eunuchs. Although it wasn't as exciting to watch the younger ones get cut-the one who didn't have their man hair-it was gratifying. Making eunuchs out of the enemies of the empire, affirmed Gladius' feeling of superiority. Looking over the boys, Gladius saw that they had light skin, many with blond or red hair. Some could only be described as beautiful. He gave those only a cursory look, however. The prices for them would be bid up far beyond the few pieces of gold he carried in his pouch. Upon handing over a deposit, confirming his intention to buy, he was given leave to move among the boys, inspecting the merchandise. Since it had been years since he had purchased a boy, he had previously been relegated to watching from afar. This time, he was able to touch them, hefting their cocks and balls, spreading their buttocks to see their precious holes, opening their mouths to see their teeth. Some of their cocks got hard when he handled them-his cock was hard the whole time. He would have liked to milk some of them, but that wasn't allowed. Their cream would be saved for when they were cut. There was a crowd waiting to inspect the more beautiful boys. Although he would have liked to touch them as well-to finger their cocks and balls-he couldn't afford one of them, so it wasn't worth waiting to inspect something he could never have. Instead, he looked for one of quality-but one with a small defect-one who might be cheap enough for him. He found one. He had light brown hair, almost down to his shoulders. It was curly enough to give his hair body, so that it didn't cling to his scalp. He was a little thin through the chest, not as heavily muscled as some of the more desirable boys. He was a small boy, no more than twelve or thirteen, but had a thick swatch of man hair around a cock, which was large for a boy so small. Heavy balls, stretching their sack, hung from his cock. Upon inspecting his teeth, Gladius found that they were slightly crooked, crowded together, the front two overlapping slightly. Far from being repulsed by this imperfection, Glacius was attracted to it, thinking that it gave him character. Besides, it would lower his price. Rodrigo watched the man who so closely inspected him. He wondered if he intended to buy him. He didn't appear to be wealthy. His robes were frayed and his jewelry was limited to a few rings on his fingers. At least he wasn't as old as many of the others who had pawed him had been-and his breath was sweet, not rancid, emanating from a mouthful of rotten teeth, like most of the others. Did he want this man to buy him, or one of the older, richer, men? If this man bought him, he would probably be his only bed slave-and probably be used every night. One of the older, richer, men would have several, using him less frequently-besides, he thought, that, for many of them, their desire far exceeded their ability to perform. His father had been a rich merchant, who, although he had never lifted a sword had been cut down, along with his mother, by the invaders. They had owned slaves, but hadn't castrated them like these barbarians did. He knew he was to lose his balls. The soldiers and slavers had made that clear from the first, laughing at the shock expressed by their captives. He was thirteen, though small for his age. His man hair had grown in when he was twelve. He had used some of his father's younger slaves, both boys and girls, so he knew what they intended for him-although the boys he'd fucked still had their balls, and, if they had their man hair, he'd allowed them to pump their cocks-to shoot their spunk as he had filled their asses with his. He wouldn't be allowed even that much. When he was sold, his buyer would be allowed to pump his cock, milking him for the last time. Then his balls would be cut off. He was frightened. Not only did some boys die from having their balls cut off, it must hurt like hell. Besides, he liked having balls-sex-shooting his spunk. Some master would use his ass-and he would likely feel nothing. They might even cut off his cock as well. There were several naked boys with smooth crotches among the onlookers, attending their masters. It would be shameful to have to squat to pee like a girl. At least, he prayed, let me keep my cock. Gladius submitted a bid for the boy-but was out bid by another. Checking his purse, he bid again. It was more than he could afford-all he had with him. He would have to tip the cutter one of his rings. The bid was successful. He had bought himself a slave. Rodrigo watched as other boys were sold, milked-then castrated after shooting their cream for the last time. Almost without exception, the younger boys-those without their man hair-had their cocks cut off as well. Those who wanted the younger ones, wanted them smooth. Their scars would be the only indication that they were ever boys. They would never have man hair or hair under their arms-or on their faces. Rodrigo had his man hair, had a small patch of hair under each arm, and had a shadow of dark hair on his upper lip. He covered his ears to block out the screams which erupted from the boys' mouths as their balls and cocks were cut off, almost wishing that they would cut his off, ending his fearful anticipation of the deed. At least, once cut, the boys were take to an infirmary, where other slaves would attend to them, seeing that they heal. They no longer had to watch other boys get their balls and cocks cut off, wondering when their turn would come. His turn came. The young man-the one with the frayed cloak-must have bought him, because he walked up to him accompanied by one of the cutters, who carried a bloody knife in his bloody hand. He said something to him, but Rodrigo, having limited understanding of their language, couldn't understand him. He lifted Rodrigo's balls, smiling as he did. Despite his fears, anticipating what was to come, Rodrigo's cock became hard. Continuing to cup his balls with one hand, the man began to pump his cock with the other-pumping it slowly, obviously not wanting it to be over too soon. Rodrigo knew it didn't matter. Surrounded by others-exhausted by each day's travel-he hadn't touched his cock for weeks. He was well primed; his balls were full. Rodrigo felt the pressure build up in his groin, in the space below his cock-then, with a gush, his cock erupted, spewing cream from it's end. He thrust his hips forward as his spunk spurted from his cock. He couldn't help himself; the climax had been long overdue. Even though he knew what was to follow-perhaps because he knew what was to follow-that this would be the last time he would ever spew out his seed, he lost himself in the climax, emptying his mind as well as his balls. For a moment, it was all. Nothing else existed-just the hot cream spurting from his cock. He was brought back to the present-to reality-by the pain of having a cord tightened around his ball sack-up close to his cock. His eyes having been closed as he came, he hadn't seen the cutter slip the noose over his balls-had only noticed when he had drawn it tight. He screamed, begging them not to cut off his nuts, but they paid him no attention, tying his hands above his head to a ring on a post-tying his feet to one at its bottom. When he struggled, the cutter spoke to his new master, who held him fast. His master spoke to him, but he couldn't understand what he said. Looking down, he saw the cutter hold the already bloody knife to the bottom of his ball sack. He felt a sharp pain as he cut it open-saw his balls slip free of their sack, glistening palely in the sunlight, hanging by their cords-for the first time-in the open air. His balls, seemingly having a life of their own, withdrew, attempting to hide, but the cord around the base of his balls impeded their retreat, allowing the cutter access to them. Rodrigo gasped as he felt the cutter's rough hand on his sensitive nut-felt him grab it, pulling it, stretching its cords; then, with a quick flick of his wrist, cut it off, handing it to his new master, who looked at it in his hand, smiling as he did. Screams filled Rodrigo's ears-both from within and from without. He realized they were coming from him. They only increased when the cutter took the other nut, handing it, too, to his master, who rolled them back and forth in the palm of his hand. Next, the cutter sawed off the rest of his sack, up close to the tie. Cords, leaking blood, hung below the tightened noose. Picking up a glowing iron from a brazier, the cutter stuck it to Rodrigo's mutilated cords. Holding the boy's balls in his hand, Gladius rolled them back and forth in the palm of his hand. They were huge, considering how small the boy was. They would be prepared and fed to the unknowing boy. He would have his balls back, but they would be in his stomach, not hang from his crotch. The boy had fainted when the cutter had applied the iron-but, all-in-all, the cutting had gone well. The boy should heal, leaving only a small scar where his balls had been. Gladius was eager for him to heal-couldn't wait to have him in his bed. Rodrigo awoke amidst the moans, groans, and cries of other boys, suffering, as they did, from a burning pain in his crotch. It hadn't been a dream. His balls were gone. Many of the other boys had lost their cocks as well. At least he still had his. It hung limply above where his balls had been. Some of the boys died, but Rodrigo healed nicely-although he was delirious with a fever for days. Rodrigo had awoken to a hard cock the first few days he'd been in the infirmary, but then his fever had struck. By the time it subsided, his cock was no longer hard when he awoke-nor did it become hard during the day or night. It was only good for peeing. It had no other use. Once the boy had healed, Gladius took him home. He had sold the other boy. After paying as much as he did for the new boy, he couldn't afford to keep the other-besides the older boy, jealous of the younger, might have caused trouble. Rodrigo looked around his new home. His master was as poor as he had suspected. For other slaves, he had only an old woman who cooked and cleaned and an old man who managed the house and the master's business. Rodrigo's father had owned twenty slaves-and their house had been much grander. Well, his father was dead; his house had burned along with the rest of the city. Now, he was the slave-a ball-less one, at that. That first night his master led him into his bedroom. Although he couldn't understand most of his words, he understood his intentions. Ball-less, he was about to be fucked for the first time, just as he had fucked other slaves in his father's household. He wondered if they had dreaded the prospect as much as he did. Some of them had seemed to enjoy it-the older ones who had beat off while being fucked. Perhaps, the younger boys hadn't. Their balls hadn't ripened. Just as he-now-they had no need for sex. The feeling-that tightness in his groin-he felt when aroused, no longer occurred. His master was gentle enough, he guessed, lubricating his ass with olive oil before penetrating it with his cock, but, still, it hurt. His virgin ass had been tight. One time wouldn't have been so bad, but his master had fucked him time-and time again. When, at last, he was allowed to return to his bed, the master's cream, leaking from his ass, ran down his legs. His cock had remained soft throughout it all. Other than the pain in his ass, he'd felt nothing. Maybe if his master had kissed him-had held him fondly-it would have been different. Although poor, he was handsome. Perhaps, if he had treated Rodrigo like a lover rather than a slave, he could have loved him. Perhaps, then, being a slave-having no balls-wouldn't have been so bad. More than his balls, he missed being loved. |