I am Marcus. I am the foreman on my Mistress’ Farm. She is a wealthy Roman’s wife who only visits once a month for a few days of rest and relaxation. She is an over sexed bitch with big tits and long legs that she likes to spread for slaves cock. But I stay out of her way and keep her happy. I oversee all operations from fieldwork to domestic duties in the main house. I make sure all her visits go well and she rewards me for my good service. I am as close to a God as the slaves on her farm will ever meet. I have a wife and three sons. I live in my own house on the farm. I have my own horse and a small fortune in gold and silver kept safely in my house. I have it all, but I also have a secret.

I have a weakness for the bodies of young men. Make no mistake, I like a woman’s body and I like their sex just fine. I find it easy to get erect when I see them naked and have no problem squirting cum in their pussy, but. There is something special and very exciting about the male form. The firm flat belly, the round taut ass and the way its muscles join to the back of the thighs. The way the groin is topped off with their manhood with only a small tuft of pubic hair. And I am very fond of the testicles. There is nothing that feels the same as the way they hold your penis when it is starting to get hard and the way they squeeze it when it is fully erect. My cock gets very hard when I am with a man. Mmmmmmm. I could go on.

There is one other thing I enjoy about a male’s body. That is the way they react to torture. The sight of a bound nude male being whipped and tormented, with his contracting muscular body writhing in pain, his erect penis flopping about, is very erotic to me. I have enjoyed punishing male slaves on the farm for years. But, let me start the story, and all will be explained through the telling.

The first sight of him was remarkable. He was one of two new slaves delivered to the farm the day after the Mistress left after one of her visits. She would not return for a month or more. It was time to make some adjustments and repairs, along with additions to the work force. I had ordered the two male slaves from Akbar the Arab slave trader. He always delivered quality slaves. I specified to him, “Bring me two young men who will be good at the manual labor needed in the fields, but not too strong or offish, you know, the kind I like.” He delivered what I wanted. He stopped his cart in the middle of the barnyard out back. When he walked around behind the cart and dropped the gate, I saw the two slaves. They were excellent specimens. Dressed in rough brown cloth tunics that went to mid thigh and belted at the waist with leather cord, sandaled feet. You could see that neither had much fat on them and were well muscled for fieldwork. They were different though. The larger one had dark brown hair but a fair complexion, and a slightly insolent look in his eyes. The second one was an inch or two shorter and 20 pounds lighter, sandy blond hair and a boyish, slightly feminine face. As they were lead past me to the barn, I also noticed that he had a more pronounced rear on him that showed well, even covered by the loose tunic.

Akbar led them by their tied wrists to inside the barn and turned to me, “Does Marcus approve of the slaves I have procured for him?”

“I will tell you soon Akbar. First untie them and have them disrobe so I can see if they are totally intact and do not bear the scars of discipline.”

“Ah, Master Marcus, you insult me that you would think I would try to pass of eunuchs or savages to you.” He objected as he untied them and told them to undress.

They were fine. Very fine. The brunette had a lean well muscled body with some body hair down the center of his abdomen, topped off with a trimmed patch of pubic hair above a nice circumcised penis and large testicles. “Let’s see his back, Akbar. I don’t want to see a lot of scars from the whip.” As he turned around his back displayed no scars, but his buttocks was lightly scarred by two marks, but they were not unattractive. “He is OK. I will take him. What is his name?”

“He is called Saul, Master.” Akbar spoke.

“ Now for the second one.” I replied.

I had to control myself from gasping out loud or moaning in pleasure at the sight of the second boy. He had the most beautiful body I had ever seen. He was totally hairless except for a small well-trimmed blonde pubic patch. Akbar had shaved his genitals. He was thin but his muscles were well defined and his slight shoulders were straight and his back had a nice arch at his waist. His chest muscles were small but protruded nicely and his belly was slightly rounded but firm. He had long legs that started with finely cut and tapered thighs followed by thin tapered shins and calves. His manhood was exceptional. The penis was slightly smaller than the other boys, but his testicles were larger. Almost lemon sized and more oval, encased in a velvet scrotum that drew them up tight. As I motioned for him to turn around, I did gasp a little at his backside. The muscles on his back were well divided by his spine and lead down to an ample, medium wide well defined ass. The cheeks sloped to each side and gently blended to his thighs. As the ass crack widened as it went down, you could just make out the pinkish rose bud of his anus and the ball sack beyond. “I will take him too Akbar. And his name?” Was all I could do to whisper.

“It is Petrus, and I bet you will, Master Marcus”, smiled Akbar as he left the barn and walked to his cart. “I will send the bill to your Mistress.” He drove off laughing a little.

I told the two boys to re dress and lead them to their slave quarters. “This is the room that you will share. Rest for the afternoon and come into the rear kitchen at dinner bell.” I walked back across the barnyard to continue my duties, but could think of little else besides the blonde boy.

Later that evening at the dinner table for the slaves that myself and my family shared with the servants, I noticed that when Saul and Petrus entered, Saul was a little proud and haughty, whereas Petrus was rather subdued, hanging his head. Then I noticed that he had a small bruise under his left eye and his eyes were red. I determined to follow them back after dinner to their quarters and find out if there was any trouble.

Their room had no door, only a canvas to cover the opening so I could listen to what was going on inside. There was a sound of struggle and then Petrus whimpered, “OWW, Saul, don’t pinch my cock so hard it hurts.”

“Oh shut up faggot and bend over so I can pump your ass.” Demanded Saul, as I entered the room.

Saul had Petrus bent over a table and had just started to insert his penis into the boy’s anus. I grabbed his shoulders and spun him around. He was strong but no match for me, a fully-grown and strong man.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Cried the man boy.

“There will be no forced buggery on this farm. You must be altered so that it will not happen again.” I said as I held the boy’s hands behind him, and started to pull him out the door. “Petrus put your clothes back on and follow me. I want to find out what is going on before I punish Saul.”

I lead the near helpless boy across the barnyard to the stables, dragged him inside and tied his wrists over his head to a cross beam. By then Petrus was there too. “Tell me what you were doing to this boy, Saul.” I demanded.

“Just having some fun. He likes it anyway.” Saul lied.

“I don’t like it. He just jams it in and squirts then throws me aside.” stammered Petrus. “And he forces me to do it when he wants, brutally too.” The young man was shaking in fear and dread of the larger boy.

As I took a strap and a rag and gagged Saul I explained what I was going to do to fix the problem. “Petrus, you will not have to fear anymore that Saul will rape you. I am going to fix him for good. Now watch and learn.” I roped Saul’s ankles and forced them apart so that he was spread out helpless. Then I used a small raw hide thong to tie off the boy’s scrotum, looping it around several times to tie it tight and make his testicle stand out in front of him, looping it up and around the head of his penis and tying it around his waist. Saul could only make muffled noises and a panicked look was in his eyes.

“Petrus, watch as I will unman your enemy and make him harmless to you.” Saul started to buck at his bindings with this, but was helpless, and very sexy. I reached into my pouch and pulled out a small knife. It was very sharp, but short. I did not waste time and first sliced into Saul’s sack on the side of his left nut, stabbing into it above the testicle and pulling down, making a 2-inch long incision. I quickly did this above the right ball too. Saul was crying and twitching then uncontrollably. His penis grew stiff and as I squeezed his scrotum, extruding his testicles he ejaculated. I waited until the spurts stopped and his cock stopped twitching, and then cut off his balls. I tossed them into a pail and sewed up his sack with some sinew. Then untied him and started to lead him crying, to a holding pen in the stable. I noticed that Petrus was standing very straight and his penis was standing out proud, hard and dripping from his own spontaneous ejaculation. I smiled as I lead Saul away and reached down to feel my own rigid manhood. Yes, Petrus had potential.

The next 35 days went by quickly as I rushed each day to tend to my chores at the farm then back at night for dinner, made my excuses to my wife and slipped out to visit the beautiful boy with the great ass. He really did like it in the ass despite his objections to Saul’s assaults. Doggie style, my hips slapped his ass, and my balls tapped his sack, he would fling man juice in long ropes as his dick slapped his belly. On his back starring up into my passionate eyes with a dreamy look of pleasure. My engorged penis sliding in and out in rhythmic pounding of his prostate, finally cumming in an uninterrupted flow. He would suckle my penis for every drop of man juice, and his own penis was the sweetest of fruits. He would murmur softly as I sucked it and squeezed his velvet scrotum and the lemons it encased.

Saul would watch us walking through the barnyard and plotted his revenge.

Then the Mistress returned.

I had to cool it with Petrus and I missed the boys peach fuzzed ass. But I had to. Saul was chosen to be her personal servant and I did not like that. Later I found out that he was skilled with his tongue and many a night would fall asleep using her thigh as a pillow. It was during these encounters that he began to whisper suggestions to her that she should maybe bring Petrus into the house as another servant. She did this and soon the boy was also in her bedroom. I would sneak peeks into the room at night and make out the dimly lit bodies in action. Saul would be using his mouth on her pussy as she would have Petrus semi hard penis in her mouth. The boy was not crazy for this but could not help eventually spurting into her mouth. She would swallow every drop, sucking him dry as he cried for her to stop. But he was helpless to end her sexual torments to his young perfect body.

She would devise painful agonies for him too. Sometimes tying up his balls and penis so that they would throb as she fingered his anus. Taking a small club to his testicles, making him cry for mercy for hours. Only to be allowed an ejaculation release under the beating. She would laugh at his little semi hard penis and ridicule his manhood, saying, “Petrus cannot get it up, as Saul does with no balls.” She would sometimes spend hours just diddling him until he would pass out.

Finally she returned to Rome, saying, “Now Marcus keep my farm nice for me while I am away.”

I had a month to fix things. Thinking of a plan, while slamming my penis into that ass of his.

Then it came to me, how to make Petrus unattractive to her while keeping him attractive to me.

I spoke to the blacksmith and told him of my plan. He was an old suck buddy of mine and went along, not knowing he would be an unwilling victim too.

I had Petrus assigned to the blacksmith shop for what I told him was for his own good, “To build up your muscles.” He soon was at home in the hot confines of the dimly lit shop. I came in one day after a week or so to see his sweating, nude body glistening in the glow of the smith fire. He was semi delirious from the heat. This was part of the plan. My own cock was pushing hard at the strap in pants that kept my erection secret. I had told the smithy that my plan was to have an ‘accident’ with the boy in the shop. There was a small wedge of iron that was inserted in a square hole in the top of the anvil. It was used to chop off hot iron bars with the smith’s heavy hammer. The plan dictated the smith would have the boy hold a screening board in front of his face in order to keep from burning his eyes, thus being unable to see what was about to happen to him. While holding in his other hand a tong with the hot iron bar on the wedge. First, the smith would swing the hammer wide and hit the boy in the head knocking him out. He would quickly grab the boy’s penis and pull it onto the wedge and slamming it with his hammer, chopping off his cock. The wound would be cauterized with the hot iron. After the boy awoke they would explain to him that he must have passed out and was struck in the head was he fell forward, his penis being severed by the same blow.

Except I had a small change to the plan.

There could be no witnesses. So as my former suck buddy started his swing I swiftly struck him in the head with my own wooden mallet hidden behind my back. Then in an instant hit the boy knocking him senseless. And with a rapid third swing amputated his cute little dick on the wedge. I went to work on getting his bleeding stump under control. Inserting a piss tube in it and tying it off to stop the hemorrhaging. Pulling him over to lay in the corner, I turned my attention to the smith.

I tied his hands tightly over his head and hoisted him up with a block and tackle. I splashed him thoroughly with a water bucket to awake him. When he gasped for air I stuffed a rag in his mouth, stopping any hollering. Next I pulled off his pants and pulled down his underwear. I tied off his fat balls. He had a look of shock on his face and I apologized, “Sorry old boy but you have got to be sacrificed for the good of all.” Grasping his penis I pulled him over to the anvil and placed his scrotum across the wedge. One blow and his cock and balls were severed. He squealed in agony and I let him hang there. Blood flowed from his wound for several minutes. Then I cauterized it and let him live, although as a feeble minded fool, from the loss of blood. He passed his days stumbling about the yard naked with a butt plug wagging from his anus, diddling himself with it.

I nursed the boy through his pain and anguish from the loss of his penis. Some days he was delirious from fever but he pulled through. After a month or so I started to teach him to cum from my penis in his ass, although he had no cock. He still had a great ass and fine big balls that produced all the man juice he needed. And it flowed from anal orgasms very nicely from the pee hole above his scrotum.

Oh, and the Mistress, when she returned she looked at the pretty boy who now had no penis and said: “Too bad about the accident at the smithy. At least you punished the idiot properly, nutting him. But I have no more use for the boy, so you can use him in the fields.”

My plan had worked. I had my beautiful boy, his great ass and fabulous nuts, and Saul was punished too. Being banished from the Mistress’ house. I had him chained to the mill stone grinder, to spend the rest of his days pushing it, chained from a ring in his limp dick.

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