The Roman Gladiatorial Emasculation Games, as they came to be known, in this long-concealed, historical saga, were accidently discovered by scholars, only last year, in the dusty stacks of the Roman archival library, in the Tuscan port city of Livorno, west of Florence. The archive was rich in its coverage, including numerous, detailed drawings of the action, of the gladiators themselves, their physical attributes, and anatomies, histories and outcomes, details of the crowds, and extensive, year-by-year lists, interviews of those involved, and a remarkable, first-hand account of the entire opening day, by one of the women in the audience.

The main gladiatorial games often took ninety days to complete. It was not until nearly a decade after the increasingly-popular blood-letting, had gone-on, that there was a call for a new variety of the "sport", especially among the female clientele, who were seen in increasing numbers each year. Ten years into it, found Roman women comprising some thirty to forty per-cent of the audience, and they apparently clamored for something new and different, and tailored especially for their prurient interests! Some of the more vocal and well-placed ladies of Roman society, wives and mistresses of Roman senators, curates and courtesans, district commissioners, and the like, communicated to the producers of the games, that they wanted to see these gladiators, having a go at each-other, without all of their encumbering armor, leather breast-plates, helmets, and shields. They wanted to see their manly gladiators NAKED, adorned with only their sharp swords, and see what would happen if they were bent on chopping-off each other’s especially-large penises, instead of heads!

Ever-mindful of heeding the trends of the paying audiences, the producers slyly put-out a call, for more slaves and prisoners to be captured throughout the Empire and beyond, during the course of the year, up-to, and including, this tenth season. But, guided by the ladies’ requests, these special gladiators, would be chosen primarily for one attribute alone ... the size of their genitalia! In an arena the size of the Roman Coliseum, the audience wanted to see what was going on ... in detail! Opera binoculars had not-yet been invented!

Furthermore, the producers decided to take a month’s break between the regular Gladiatorial season, and the new "Emasculation Season". This gave them time to set-up, a large-circle of three-thousand, tiered-bleacher seats, on the ground of the arena itself – in effect, "ring-side" seats, for ladies-only, to get "up-close and personal" with the action. The Roman men were consigned to the old, standard Coliseum seats, around the periphery of the full arena.

After the regular-season was over, and the new seating configuration for the ladies, was in-place, all was in readiness and excitement. The new seats were sold-out, as a week-long pass, in only four hours, after they went on-sale! The hundreds of new, well-hung "recruits", slaves, prisoners, criminals, and the like, had been brought into Rome, in-chains, daily, from throughout the Empire, in ox-carts, horse-drawn wagons, and on foot, to be incarcerated in the cells and dungeons under the Coliseum. They were stripped, and grouped in sections reflecting their over-all physical-condition, health, stamina, an especially, by the size of their penises! Local prostitutes were employed as "fluffers", to masturbate and orally-gratify the slaves and prisoners, so that accurate records could be kept, regarding the size of their fully-erect organs, and an appropriate and ever-more exciting, daily-order could be implemented to best dramatic effect! None of the slaves were accepted into the arena, with less-than a ten-inch (twenty-five centimeter) penile endowment, as well as large, full, testicles. On the day they were to fight, their manhoods were tied-tightly with leather strips, to insure they remained maximally-erect, and shining, with their balls bulging, in the afternoon sun! The producers scheduled the gladiators each day, increasing their genital-sizes, as the day went-along, until by the end of the afternoon’s frolic, the women would be seeing fourteen to sixteen-inch penises, go flying into the audience! Naturally, each round’s winning swordsman, and his package, would live to see another day! Unless one of the ladies called to save the losing, eunuch’s life, the losers’ hands were bound, and the men were unceremoniously tossed-onto a horse-drawn cart, with their fellow-victims, their blood spurting from the severed voids, where they had just parted company, with their big cocks and balls! Most were dead before they cleared the arena. The ladies who were lucky-enough to catch one of the huge, flying packages, like the bride’s bouquet at a wedding, was, naturally, encouraged to take it home with her, and have it tanned, to preserve it, for a souvenir, or whatever she had in-mind for it! This may have been the origin of our modern-day excitement, over catching and keeping fly-balls at baseball games!

An amazingly-detailed analysis, of a female on-looker’s account, of the first day’s episodes and activities, was found in the archive. I will copy herein, suitably-selected, salaciously-sexy, scandalous-stories, loosely-translated from the Latin ... very loosely!

"I, Demetria, accompanied by my learned-scribe, Philotopus, have today joined The Ladies of the Emperor’s Court, social and aristocratic women of Rome, wives of Senators, Consuls, prominent businessmen and world-traders, who have grown-weary of the normal blood-spectacles of the Coliseum. We have asked-for, and have been promised, a series of sporting-jousts, of a more sexually-exciting, and graphic nature, where, hopefully, the usual random-butchery of our slaves, and captured enemy, will be of a more selective and sensual nature. Here we will be able to watch and cheer these beautiful, and virile male specimens, be reduced to Palace eunuchs, or die by castration, if there is no call for their services. Medical doctors and nurses, will be standing-by for the order of any of the ladies, who would care to later-utilize, the service of the newly-cut eunuchs, by immediately stanching the flow of blood from their loins, thus preserving their lives for the ladies’ future household-use.

All three-thousand seats in our newly-constructed, female-only, tiered-circle, were filled to capacity, by beautifully-dressed, excited women of society and the Palace Court. The main arena seating, was also totally-filled, but only with men, and their strumpets, screaming for the games to begin, led by the Emperor, in his usual covered, throne-box-seating area, accompanied by his children, courtiers, and concubines. For a change, The Empress was conspicuously absent, as she was seated on a tented sedan-chair, in our section, accompanied by two, young, naked, male, Nubian fan-bearers, bearing not only fans, but prominent erections, kept that way, by her constantly-stroking, bare toes!

Soon the splendidly-clad, Roman Army’s drum and bugle corps, carrying the colorful ensigns of all the Roman Provinces, marched out, playing martial fanfares of the day, and formed a double-column, from the dungeon’s elevator apparatus, to the entrance of the ladies’ new arena. The Emperor called out for the Emasculation Games to begin! As the drums began the strong, ominous beat, the elevator rose, and out-strode the Emperor’s oldest daughter, seventeen-year-old, Persephone, the second most-important woman in Rome, bare-breasted, and dressed as Ceres, the Roman Goddess of Agriculture, and The Harvest. She carried a large, golden cornucopia, over-flowing with the severed penises and testicles, of recently-slain enemies of the Republic, meant to symbolize the week-long, gladiatorial harvest of genitalia to come! Behind her, followed her lady-in waiting, carrying a golden cruet of patchouli-scented mink-oil. Next, followed the first two gladiators, who were wearing only laced-sandals, and carrying only their impressive swords, and two equally-impressive, enormous, leather-bound erections, of at least twelve to fourteen inches! As the foursome marched at half-time, to the arena, the swordsmen’s massive penises, bobbed, and swung before them, to the accompaniment of wild cheers and swoons, from the ladies of the audience! As they reached the center of the arena, Persephone handed the genital-filled cornucopia to an aide, and held up her hand for silence. The men faced each-other, at a distance of some three meters, as Persephone walked-up to each man, offered a short-prayer to the Roman Gods, wished each luck, and that the best cock might win. She then grasped their huge, tightly-bound, masculine appendages, and anointed-them with the scented oil, until they gleamed with their thick, shining-stiffness in the early-afternoon sun. She followed, by pouring a quantity of the oil, into the palm of her hand, and, reaching under their throbbing organs, bathed their bulging scrotums with it. Then she passed the oil back to her servant, bent at the waist, and kissed each of their giant cock-heads, whispering to the men, so all could hear, "I want the manhood of the loser!" Both gladiators grinned, as she walked toward her seat, on the front row of the arena, turned to face them, raised her hand, and, with a down-thrust arm, called, "FIGHT!"

The two gladiators immediately assumed crouched-positions, waving their sharply-honed, menacing swords at one-another, each parrying for a shot at the other’s up-thrust, swaying penis. The taller of the two, lunged-forward, and missed, as his opponent turned sideways and grabbed his head, preventing him from moving. But the hold was soon broken, the two separated, and again began circling each-other. Each tried lunging, aiming at the other’s fierce erection, with their perilous weapons, to no effect, as the slightest twist of the opponent’s hips, swung his vulnerable, erect-member out of harm’s way, bringing gasps from the attentive ladies. Each warrior needed almost a sideways-swipe, for an effective slice, which was surprisingly difficult, as they were constantly moving and jumping-about, facing each-other! The shorter gladiator managed to get-in one hit, but his opponent turned-away quickly-enough, that he was left with only a shallow-cut on the top of the middle, of his hard shaft. Still, the dripping-blood evoked an enthusiastic cheer, from all the ladies, as well as the men, in the arena. Minutes passed, as each waved his sword and parried for position, trying to protect their bobbing manhoods. Finally, the taller fighter smashed his sword into the other’s weapon, knocking it out of his hand. From there, it was no contest, as the dis-advantaged contestant was grabbed from behind, as he reached-down to the ground, for his sword, his opponent crooking his free-arm around the soldier’s throat, and bending him backwards, forcing his hips and sexual package outwards. The blood-thirsty ladies saw what was coming, and started chanting, "SLICE him! ... SLICE him! ... SLICE him! ..." He took aim at the helpless man’s genitals, with his right sword-arm, swinging his lethal weapon in a circular, clock-wise arc, catching his victim’s out-thrust, bloated ball-sack and leather-bound, quivering cock, with full-force from below, severing the entire, doomed package, in one great slice, and sending it flying, end-over-end into the audience, where it landed, practically at the feet of the thrilled Persephone! The entire arena jumped to its’ feet, and roared it’s approval, while the ladies screamed, and leaped up-and-down, with excitement. Several women fainted in their seats, as they saw the magnificent penis and testicles launch into-the-air, and head their way! As soon as the package landed, the teen-aged, Persephone grabbed the severed, still fully-erect and quivering organ, with it’s dangling ball-sack, and waved them over her head, as a trophy, to the cheers of the crowd! The newly-carved eunuch cried in pain, as he stood with his bloody-hands pressed-hard against his now-featureless crotch, trying to stanch the life-threatening, pulsing squirts of blood, pumping out of his loins, as he pleaded with her to have the nurses save his quickly-ebbing life! She looked at him with a teasing grin, and gave the thumbs-up sign to the nurses, standing-ready for her nod. "Any man, whose penis I have kissed, deserves to live, and be my house-eunuch! And so, you shall!," she affirmed, looking him in the eye, and smiling. "And when I have your beautiful, huge manhood, here, tanned and ready, you may service me with it!" With that, the medical team rushed-out to him, laid him down on the waiting cart, and sutured his gaping-wound closed, before he lost any more blood. Persephone wiped his lovely package clean, with the hem of her tunic, and stuffed it into her shoulder-bag, to bring home to the Palace, and show her proud Father, the Emperor."

Demetria, and her learned-scribe, Philotopus, continued with their amazingly-detailed chronicle, throughout the entire afternoon, with episode-after-episode, in gory-detail, of the continuous emasculations. The first day saw over forty mighty gladiators, lose their spectacular endowments ... the largest that could be found in the Empire! An average of one cock and ball set, every five fighting-minutes, was dispatched, plus another few minutes to get the next swordsmen into place. Demetria, obviously thrilled and horny from the excitement, described some un-mannings, with particular relish!

"Two very-large slaves were brought into the arena. One black captive from Egypt, and the other, a strapping lad from the Turkish provinces. They both sported magnificent genitals, tightly-bound, for maximum erectness, and both at least fifteen-inches long, by three-inches thick (thirty-eight cm., by seven-and-a-half cm.). They fought, with their swords clashing for, perhaps, four minutes. Suddenly, they both ripped their swords upwards, at the same time, up-between their spread-legs, both cutting deep gashes, in each other’s leather-cinched scrotums, causing all four of their huge balls, to fall-out of their protective sacks, and dangle-down by their sperm-cords. The audience yelled their approval at the bloody spectacle. When the startled, Turkish gladiator, stared-down at the grisly-sight of his hanging, heavy, loose nuts, suspended barely-above the ground, the giant, black Egyptian took the opportunity of jumping-away-from the sword in his scrotum, grabbed the other man’s entire package in his bare hand, and chopped it off in one swift-movement! Though they cheered wildly, no women in the crowd, called for the medical team to save this new, Turkish eunuch. The Egyptian gladiator thrust the massive, severed package over his head, with an exultant yell, and tossed-it to an enthusiastic group of young, teen-age girls, who were jumping and waving for it, at the north side of the seats. The hapless victim, unable to garner a single, up-thrust lady’s thumb, dropped to the ground, on his knees, with his hands unable to stop the rapidly pumping-out, life-blood, as the large hole, left-by the departure of such a gigantic penis, was too-extensive a wound. Since the winner still had his, albeit-damaged, organs, and his huge, handsome cock, the nurses did tend to him, stuffing his dangling-balls, back-into his scrotum, and sewing-him-up, to fight another day, as his dying-colleague was carted-off, without fanfare!"

Several pair-offs later, Demetria told of two captured barbarians from Germania, who were escorted into the arena to contest each other’s masculinity. "One sported a twelve-inch long, very-thick phallus, while the other was at least fourteen-inches in length, and accompanied by a stupendous pair of testicles, the size of tennis-balls. His equipment looked as large as a horse’s endowment, was tightly-bound, and vertically erect, evincing many "ooohs, and aaahs", from the admiring ladies.

"Goodness, I’d surely like to catch THAT one!," one of the young women in Persephone’s party, was heard to exclaim!

"Not if I catch it first!," her girlfriend giggled!

"I think tanning that, would cost extra!," added another woman.

"Yes!", interjected her girlfriend, "But it would be worth it! Think of how we could ravage each-other, in our quarters in the Palace, every night, with that wonder!"

Soon the first great "clank" of the swords, echoed out of the arena, and the battle was on. After five or six minutes of inconsequential sword-play, one of the Barbarians knocked the other onto his back, vulnerably-exposing his monstrous genitals. His aggressor lost not a second, as he bent at the waist, swept his sword in a horizontal arc, and sliced the downed-mans entire manhood off, at the root! But in the victor’s exultation, waving the severed penis and balls over his head like a flag, he forgot that his victim still possessed his sword, tightly-clenched in his right hand. As the triumphal soldier turned sideways, to acknowledge the cheers of the crowd, the eunuch-victim rose-up on one knee for leverage, with blood shooting out of his severed-groin, and, with both hands on the sword, ripped it upwards, immediately separating the happy hero, from his once-proud set of balls and cock, as they made a graceful arc in the warm, afternoon air, and flew into the grasping-hands of a thrilled, squealing lady, standing three or four rows up! As the newest-eunuch dropped the other’s package, it’s former owner, gripped it, and threw it into the seats, to accompany his castrator’s set. Both the stunned instant-eunuchs, their mouths-opened in shock, looked to the ladies, pleading for redemption in the form of an up-turned thumb, which the medical team looked for, as well. For the men knew, that without a suturing-nurse, they were sure to bleed-out, in the dusty dirt of the now-silent arena. Several women turned to each other, loudly proclaiming that if these two were so hapless, who needed them as eunuch-attendants? "It seems to me," one middle-aged, but still-attractive, courtesan was heard to say, "The best part of these two gentlemen, is already in our hands!" This was met with uproarious laughter, and no up-turned thumbs. Within minutes, the horse-cart picked the men up, bleeding in great squirts, to their heartbeats, and already-unconscious, as the cart trotted-them out of the arena, to the roar and cheering of the fickle crowd."

Demetria and her scribe, went-on to relate of another pairing of two Roman prisoners, "One of whom had been incarcerated for the rape of a young girl, and the other for adultery. Both were scheduled for death in the regular gladiatorial season, but because of their physical attributes, as they both had monstrously-large penises, they were saved for the ladies of The Emasculation Games! Further, they were accorded the honor, of dueling on this, the first-day of the games! They were both marched-in, bearing amazingly long and thick, tightly-bound erections ... in the fifteen to sixteen-inch category, with heavy, swinging ball-sacks. The now-throughly-horny ladies, swooned at the sight of these two stallions, as they rose to their feet, and began a rhythmic clapping, which they reserved for only the largest of male endowments! As the swords flew into action, the ladies remained on their feet, chanting, "CHOP him! ... CHOP him! ...CHOP him!" ... ‘Not really caring, who chopped whom, just as long as they could see one massive, two-kilogram-plus, fillet of man-meat, go airborne! After a few minutes without a hit, the adulterer/prisoner struck a glancing blow to the base of the other’s waving, stiff cock, drawing a little blood, but more importantly, cutting-through the leather binding-bands, at the root of his penis. Seeing his blood squirting-out of the superficial-wound, coupled with losing the tight straps, caused the victim to start losing his big erection. The Ladies moaned, "Oh no!," as the huge tool continued going-down, and the fight came to a halt. Persephone, in the front row, quickly-thought of how to save the situation, and called the child-rapist over to her. She reached down to her foot, and pulled one of her leather sandal-straps out, lightly-tying the strap, several-times around the base of his huge prick, which stopped the flow of blood, as well as his deflating erection! She remained seated, and pulled him towards her, sucking the big, apple-sized glans, and several inches of his cock-shaft, into her mouth, as she squeezed his balls, trying to get him hard, once-again. The audience gasped, as they watched the Emperor’s teen-age daughter, suck the evil-penis of a pedophile-rapist! The other gladiator came-over to watch, laying his sword down, on the flat-railing, near Persephone, as indicated by her Lady-In-Waiting. As Persephone sucked and pumped-him, deeply in-and-out of her young throat, squeezing his full-balls at the same time, his erection grew to full-mast once again, and she tightened the sandal-strap firmly, to keep him rock-hard. She pressed his now-throbbing cock onto the top of the railing, and rubbed it with the mink-oil, from her attendant’s cruet, so it would again-shine, in the setting sun. No one noticed an older lady, from several tiers up, begin threading her way down to the tableau of Persephone and the prisoner, being oiled-up. The woman got all the way down, through the crowd, to the front-row, until she was next to Persephone, and right-behind the resting-sword, on the railing. Suddenly, she reached-out and grabbed it, quickly raised it over her head, and slammed the sharp blade, firmly into the root of the gladiator’s now-stiff and shining penis, severing it once-and-for-all, right at the base of his huge phallus, where Persephone’s binding sandal-strap, trussed him up! The wild-eyed woman yelled, "There! That’s for raping my beautiful, young daughter, you filthy pig!" A pin-drop could have been-heard in the audience! The rapist let-out a howl of pain, as his huge, erect cock bounced six-inches off the railing, with the blow, landing in Persephone’s lap. Her Lady-In-Waiting, seeing the new eunuch’s blood begin pulsing-out of his now-cockless-wound, and shoot all-over her Mistress, tried blocking the sprays with the bottom of her petticoat, to little avail! Persephone, nonplussed, just glared at the revenged-Mother, and cried-out, "Oh no! You’ve cut my sandal-strap!"

According to Demetria’s chronicle, that was the sort of afternoon, it turned-into! "Routine, gladiatorial castrations, at the rate of eight, to ten per-hour, would be spiced-up, by the occasional juicy incident, to keep the ladies alert! A new and interesting pairing was announced to the ladies. It seems a full hermaphrodite ... an individual with both male and female sexual characteristics and genitals ... had been captured in Brittania, in skirmishes there, and brought to Rome especially for the Emasculation games, due to the fact that, while this "he/she", had a normal, functioning vagina, the "he" part, also had an abnormally-large penis of thirteen-and-a-half inches (thirty-five cm.), when erect. For an opponent, the producers found a rather effeminate homosexual, who had been drummed-out of the Roman Army. This mincing gentleman, while obviously gay, was also blessed with a monumental cock, which had an erect measurement of fifteen-inches! An interesting pairing for sure, and following the above announcement in the arena, the ladies were a-twitter with excitement, about the idea! Both of the "gladiators" (well, with the swords, and all, they were gladiators NOW, at least!), were "fluffed", by the prostitutes, down in the staging area, into rock-hard, leather-bound erections. Following the last castration duel, the two were brought to the main-arena floor by the elevator, marched to the center of the ladies arena, and introduced, as Georgina, and Octavius, to great cheers, laughter, and applause by the anxious women. Persephone asked that the hermaphrodite, Georgina’s, vagina be shown to all-assembled, and the guard responded by lifting-up Georgina’s full ball-sack, under his looming, erect penis, and displaying the shaved vulva. "Spread her pussy open!" called-out Persephone. The guard asked her to hold her testicles out of the way, as he reached-down, and spread her labia wide-open, asking her to slowly-turn, three hundred and sixty degrees, so all the ladies could easily see this oddity. This was followed by a babble of chatter from the women, and a big grin from Georgina. Rude questions, of a sexual nature, were shouted-out at her, which she answered good-naturedly ...
"Which way do you like it best?," one lady shouted.
 
"I like it all ways, but especially being the female, sitting on a big, hard cock, and being fucked, while I jerk myself off!"

Great cheers came from the audience!
"With a huge penis like that, can you fuck yourself?"

"Absolutely, and it’s great fun! And, as a bonus, with a big cock like this, I can fuck myself, either in my pussy or in my ass! I’d show you, but they’ve got me trussed-up so stiff, I could never get my dick down- there, now!"

The ladies burst-into laughter and applause.
"Can you get yourself pregnant and have your own children?"

"Certainly! ... Although I’ve never tried it! Eggs are eggs, and sperm is sperm! ... and look what happens when the twain doth meet!"

The ladies looked around, nodding, saying "That makes sense!"
"You have beautiful, big breasts, Georgina, do they make milk?"

"Of course! Watch!" ... She squeezed her hard- nipples with her fingers, and squirted milk, three-feet into the arena.

This brought loud, appreciative whistles and applause from the women.
"Which orgasm do you like best, as a man or as a woman?"

"I love them both! With my big cock, I can shoot sperm five-feet in the air! That’s a little more fun, than my ‘girlie’ orgasm!"

"How are you going to feel, if this gay gladiator, Octavius, chops your beautiful, big penis off, and castrates you?"

"Very upset! I love my cock and balls! But I don’t seem to have much of a choice, do I? On the other hand, I’m pretty-good with a sword! Maybe I’ll be cutting HIS off! ... But, if I lose them, and one of you ladies would like me for an unusual ‘eunuch-about-the-house’, and have me sewn-up, before I bleed to death, I’ll live with it! ... ‘So to speak!"

At that point, hands, with thumbs-up, appeared, all over the arena ... "Oh, me!, me! You’re for me!" ... "I want you!" ... "I’ll save you!" ... were pleas heard, from all quarters of the arena. He/She, whatever ... had really endeared herself to the audience!

Persephone interrupted the Q.& A., "Well, let’s get on with it, and see how you do! Are you ready, Octavius?"

"Yes, Mam!," he responded, somewhat sheepishly, having stood there, naked and erect, through the previous interview, a little hurt that nobody wanted to ask him any questions!

"Then go to it, gladiators!" she ordered.

With that, both fighters went into their crouch, with their big, hard pricks, waving left-and-right, like their swords, as they shifted feet. The gay, Octavius was a good, foot-taller than Georgina, and, maybe twenty pounds heavier, even though he only had, at fifteen inches, an inch-and-a-half more penis than her! After a minute or two of "foreplay", the swords started "ker-chunking" in earnest! Both fighters used both hands on their sword-handles, smashing blade-into-blade, with real strength, and authority. The razor-sharp edges, often sliced-down, against each-other, until they were stopped only by the cross-guard, above the handle. Georgina pushed their swords down one time, where the big, juicy head of Octavius’ long, upright cock, got between the warring blades, and barely-escaped intact, taking a couple of half-inch-deep slices, left and right! The blood flowed freely from the two cuts, and the crowd roared it’s approval! The excited ladies rose to their feet, to cheer their obvious favorite! "That’s it, Georgina!" ... "Chop it off him!" ... "Don’t forget his balls!" ... "What’s he need a cock for anyway?" ... Octavius was so startled to see blood squirting out of the head of his dick, that he paused, for a moment, and stared at it. The sly Georgina, saw her opportunity, and gripped the last few-inches of his monumental shaft, in her left fist, and pulled on it, stretching it far-out from his groin, as though she was being kind, and trying to stop the blood-flow. Meanwhile, her right-hand, whipped her sword around, in a counter-clockwise arc, and sank it into the top of his penis, right at the root, slicing instantly through his thick, hard cock-meat, emasculating him in the wink of an eye! The ladies had sensed what naughtiness Georgina was up-to, the minute she grabbed, and pulled on his prick! They started a quick, low roar, building in volume, as they watched the arc of the blade, and ending in a loud, screaming "YES!", as Octavius’ huge, severed prick came-off in her hand! Not wanting to lose the momentum, she stuck the middle of his cock-shaft, between her teeth, to hold it, then used that now-free hand to reach-down and pull strongly on his ball-filled scrotum, and immediately, ripped the sharp blade back-up, slicing his bulging, sperm-packed nuts off, in an instant! The entire crowd went wild! Octavius stared-down, at his empty-crotch, with his eyes-wide, and his mouth-open, as he realized, he had just lost his entire, proud manhood, in less than three seconds, to a guy with a pussy! The shock of the finality of it all, caused him to pass-out, in a dead-faint, as he and his sword, hit the floor of the arena, at the same time, with the blood from his naked, featureless-groin, pulsing, with his heart-beat, three-feet into the air, like he was cumming blood! Several women in the crowd, gave the thumbs-up to the medical team, as they rushed-out to stanch the blood-flow, geysering out of his groin. The cheering three-thousand horny women, were clearly in Georgina’s camp, as she stood over Octavius, waving her arms to the adoring-crowd, with her lethal sword in one hand, his bloody, severed ball-sack in the other, and his huge, fifteen-inch prick still in her teeth, dripping blood onto her large, firm breasts! It was quite a sight, and the ladies loved it! Georgina suddenly had a hot thought, and planted her sword firmly into the ground. With her free-hand, she pulled the enormous, still rock-hard penis, from her teeth, and waved-it to the crowd. She yelled at them, over the din, "You asked me which way I like it best ... and I told you! ... NOW WATCH!" First, she took Octavius’ big nut-filled scrotum, bent down, and stuffed it into his still-open mouth, to stop his whining, as the nurses worked to bandage and suture-him-up. She then spread her legs apart, turned Octavius’ huge cock, with both hands, so the big head faced her crotch, where HER massive, stiff dick still waved left-and-right. She then spit on it, for lubrication, and slowly snuggled-it into the slit of her dripping vulva. Once she got the entire glans into her pussy, she took a deep breath, and rammed the huge organ, deep into her wet vagina, for she had cum herself, when she’d sliced his cock off! The audience cheered and started chanting, "FUCK – IT! ... FUCK – IT! ... FUCK – IT! ..." She used the rhythm, to pump the massive weapon into herself, pulling it OUT, one-inch, and then jamming it IN, two-inches, until she finally got the immense penis buried to the hilt, into her juicing twat! At that point, she switched focus to her OWN, gleaming and throbbing, thirteen-inch-plus organ! She began to slowly pump it, but the leather binding-straps at the base, had the skin stretched so-tight and stiff, that there wasn’t much flexibility! She spit several times into the palm of her stroking-hand, which helped lubricate the operation, while the ladies roared their approval, with another chant. "PUMP – IT! ... PUMP – IT! ... PUMP – IT! ..." Again, she picked-up on the rhythm, and began stroking her big cock, in time with it! Persephone, noticed her lubrication difficulties, and sent her Lady-In-Waiting into the arena, with the cruet of mink oil, with which she poured a small portion on Georgina’s stiffly-stretched cock. Up-and-down she stroked her tight-fist, rubbing the oil in, over the stretched-skin of her beautiful manhood, while Octavius’ still-firm masculinity, stretched her pulsing, bubbling vagina, below her phallus. The women in the audience got so hot, with the unfolding-scene in front of them, that their hands plunged under their (or their girlfriend’s) tunics and togas, and inserted their fingers into their dewy slits, or worked their little, hardening-clitorises. Finally, she started to get that twitching, tell-tale-tingle, deep at the root of her cock, and she realized she was ready to cum! "Watch THIS!," she hollered to the ladies, whose eyes were glued to her "multi-use" loins! She continued pumping her still-lubricated, hard prick, while she reached into her vulva, with her sharp finger-tips, and gripped Octavius’ stuffed-penis, pulling it out a couple of inches, so she could get a proper, pumping grasp of it. Her male orgasm started rippling through her cock, as her balls pulled-up in their sack. She quickly un-tied the leather binding-strap, and started shooting her sperm out of the end of her dick, as she pumped the cock in her vagina in-and out of her! The audience went ballistic, as they watched her work both cocks, and she started spraying great pulses of sperm, five or six feet into the air, from her OWN phallus! Then she walked-around in a big circle, coming close to, and facing the cheering ladies, as she continued pumping her huge cock, spraying great arcs of sperm towards them. Her big testicles seemed to have a remarkable reservoir of cum built-up in them. As she completed the large circle, her supply of sperm began diminishing, until it finally petered-out when she got-back to Octavius, who was sitting-up, and holding his nut-filled ballsack in his hand, as the nurses had just-finished saving him, with their sutures. The women on the south-end of the stands, yelled at Georgina, to throw them Octavius’ now well-used penis, as well as his stuffed ballsack. She smiled, pulled his still-stiff manhood, out of her dripping pussy, with an audible "pop", and strolled-over to Octavius, who handed her his balls. She then walked-over near the beckoning ladies, and asked, "Which of you has saved him, to be your Palace Eunuch?" An attractive young, blonde lady, two rows-up, stood and raised her hand. "It is I who have saved him! I have heard that homosexual men make the very best eunuchs, and I am looking forward to his services. He will be well taken-care of! May I have his genitals, Georgina? I wish to have them tanned, so he may service me and my young hand-maidens with them!"

"I had just that in mind, Faire-lady! Here they are for you," as Georgina handed Octavius’ entire former-masculinity, over to his new owner. The rapt audience, who had been respectfully, and quietly watching the unfolding tableau, burst into applause and cheers, as the lady waved his great, flexing penis over her head, in one hand, and his huge, ball-stuffed scrotum, in the other! Georgina then turned, and walked-back towards the elevators, waving, and exclaimed loudly, "Bye, bye! ... I’ll surely be back ... Tomorrow is another day!"