Roman Ladies

Two Roman ladies induct a new slave into service as a eunuch body 
servant.

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My story which follows was ispired by historical facts as reported 
in "Sex in History", Reay Tannahill's book of various sexual 
practices. (Interestingly, she also writes romance novels!!). In 
one section she writes the following about ancient Rome:

 "  ...and Rome, too, had its 'barbers.' There, castration was 
favoured not
only by the priests of the new religions but, according to the 
satirists, by
the lovers of certain enterprising ladies. The Emperor Domitian at 
last
prohibited it,...

    ...It had been known from Greek times, and probably before, that
castration did not eliminate sexual desire, and that a castrate who 
had
preserved his penis was, under certain circumstances, capable of 
having
erections for some time afterwards, depending on the state of his 
heart, his
circulation, and his prostate gland. Richard Burton, the Victorian
traveller, reported that a eunuch's wife had told him that her 
husband could
even be aroused to a kind of ejaculation (presumably of fluid from 
the
prostate) after a protracted period of erotic stimulation.

    Greece knew it, and Rome knew it. In his attack on the habits 
of Roman
women, Juvenal said:

There are girls who adore unmanly eunuchs --so smooth,
So beardless to kiss, and no worry about abortions!
But the biggest thrill is one who has fully grown,
A lusty black-quilled male, before the surgeons
Went to work on his groin. Let the testicles ripen
And drop, fill out till they hang like two-pound weights:
Then what the surgeon chops will hurt nobody's trade but the 
barbers.

(Slave-dealer's boys are different: pathetically weak,
Ashamed of their empty bag, their lost chickpeas.)

Look at that specimen -- you could spot him a mile off,
Everyone knows him -- displaying his well-endowed person
At the baths; Priapus might well be jealous. And yet
He's a eunuch. His mistress arranged it. So let them sleep 
together."

The following is story based on the above report:



The two friends, Lavinia and Tamora, sat in the outside pavilion 
discussing the latest amazing gossip from Rome.

"Yes, it's true!" said Tamora. "It's really becoming all the rage. 
Even Flavia has one, and you know how old-fashioned she is!"

"But you mean to say that eunuch slaves are becoming so popular as 
toy-boys? But how can that be? Surely once you cut their balls out 
they'll be pretty much useless for anything , apart from running 
your bath, or a gentle massage, and I want a bit more action than 
that!" said Lavinia.

"Oh, no!" exclaimed Tamora. "If you do it right, they are most 
servicable! You can get a good couple of years out of one, maybe a 
bit more if your lucky. They last so well, not spurting just as 
you're getting warmed up; and then if they do come, it's just a 
tiny watery few drops, so much more delicate without all that mess. 
Then, of course, there's certainly no worry about getting pregnant, 
with those nasty balls off them!" said Tamora with a wink and a 
smile.

Lavinia still was not convinced, but, just the same found herself 
getting strangely excited at the thought of it all: "But won't he 
become fat and flabby -- that will hardly be much of a turn-on to 
have around!"

"Well," said Tamora, "that can happen. But if you keep him working 
hard you can keep his muscles and butt well toned up. Also, he 
won't be such a hairy goat. He'll have a nice smooth hairless face, 
and no disgusting body hair sprouting all over the place! Flavia 
has been telling me how to keep one in trim. But, more important is 
the, ah, ahem, pre-castration training," Tamora flushed. "Also, 
when he can't perform any more you can even make a nice profit 
selling him to an Eastern harem, being able to ceritfy that he is 
now completely 'safe' ".

Well, this finally decided Lavinia that she too must get her own 
eunuch body-slave -- also, she would hate to be thought of as 
unfashionable and a stick-in-the-mud.

At the next opportunity, the two friends went to an auction of 
fresh slaves just brought from Gaul. Lavinia gasped as she saw the 
young Lucius, with his golden curls and golden brown lean body. He 
was just the right age too, about 14 years. She asked the trader 
for an intimate inspection of the slave. Lucius was just on the 
threshold of adolescence, and very shy as he was made ro undress 
before the two Roman women, whom he guessed to both be about 28 
years, and so beautiful in their loose, flowing robes. Lavinia 
examined his prick which was just starting to show some thickening 
of growth, and which firmed and became hard in her soft, soothing 
hand.

"Oh!" said Lavinia. "How pretty the liitle thing looks, standing up 
for me."

She next looked at his pod, with the small testicles inside. The 
skin was just starting to stretch, and the testicles to hang just 
that little lower in the scrotum, showing that his balls were just 
starting to ripen. This was just perfect for their purposes.

Lavinia snatched him up, although he turned out to be rather more 
expensive than she had expected -- there were quite a few other 
ladies also interested in him!

Over the next two years, there began an intensive training program 
for Lucius. His whole sexual attention was to be centred on Lavinia 
as his balls further grew and dropped, and his sexuality grew to a 
peak. The two ladies nearly always dressed in sheer see-through 
robes while at home, so he is kept in almost a constant state of 
sexual arousal. He pours the water for Lavinia's bath, then slowly 
undresses her, as she feels his hot, quick breaths on her smooth 
warm skin. He then washes her with a sponge, even gently cleansing 
between her legs -- he almost faints, his heart is beating so fast, 
and his cock is standing out in aching hardness. As she steps from 
the bath, his cock even brushes against the rounded smoothness of 
her buttocks.

Later on, Lavinia stretches out on a couch and spreads her legs -- 
he crawls between them to nuzzle up to her beloved, sweet-smelling 
pussy. To him, her pussy juices are like the nectar of life itself. 
He licks and kisses the pussy, encircling her love-bud with swirls 
of his tongue. At the same time, Tamora squats beside him and 
gently strokes his pulsing cock and balls. She is careful to keep 
him at an extreme state of arousal, yet not let him come. About 
every third day he is allowed to come in great gouts of thick jism, 
with his balls pulsing as they express every last drop that has 
been dammed up over the previous days of constant sexual 
tantalisation. He realizes that his cock can never enter his 
beautiful, beloved mistress -- it is unthinkable that the jism of a 
slave should ever be allowed to defile the body of such a high 
lady, with all the risks of pregnancy from a slave.

As time passes he even comes to hate his balls, such is the high 
pitch of his sexual fixation on this beautiful mistress in her 
diaphanous robes.

Two years have now passes and Tamora says, "My dear Lavinia have 
you noticed how thick and mature Lucius' cock has grown! Any man 
would be proud to have such a fine specimen."

"Yes", said Lavinia. "But just look at those balls!! Remember how 
small and dainty they were. Now they look positively huge, hanging 
so low in his sack that they are always swinging from side to side 
as he walks."

"The time has come for his transformation!!"


The ritual of what is to befall Lucius will
leave him even more sexually fixated on Lavinia. He is brought to 
the two
ladies and made to lie down on a mattress. They again tantalize and 
slowly
disrobe before him -- his cock rises in tribute, and he can only 
just
restrain his desire to take and ravish the beautiful Lavinia, since 
he has
been allowed no sexual release for the past 2 weeks. Lavinia 
straddles him
and slowly lowers herself towards his straining cock. To his 
amazement, she
slips his hard cock up into her warm moist pussy, the first time his
throbbing cock has ever penetrated her. But she is in control and 
moves
slowly on him so he does not cum -- he is overcome with the sweet 
delight of
his hard cock gripped by her slippery warm pussy, this one and only 
time he
will penetrate her as a whole man.

Tamora massages the smooth globes of Lavinia's buttocks with a 
combination
of their pussy juices, as she stimulates her own clitoris and 
pussy. Tamora
then reaches down between Lavinia's glistening bum and grabs 
Lucius' balls
and pulls them up into the crease between Lavinia's smooth 
buttocks -- it
almost looks as if Lavinia has grown a pair of balls!!! This forces 
Lucius'
cock even higher into Lavinia's pussy and makes it even harder for 
him to
move, and makes the ladies' control over him complete. Tamora can 
feel the
balls swollen and writhing within her hands, and, as she tugs, 
Lucius gasps as the ball-ache suffuses his lower abdomen. He looks 
into Lavinia's eyes in
adoration, and she looks down fondly at him with all his maleness 
pulled up
and clasped firmly in her pussy and buttocks. He feels ready to 
make this
offering and sacrifice to her, so that he will be irreversibly and
completely bonded to her -- he will then be able to enjoy her body 
fully in
the future, without the barrier imposed by his seed-bearing balls.

Tamora takes a razor sharp knife and swiftly cuts through the skin 
of his
sack, so that the 2 balls spill out into her hand, attached to his 
body
only by the connecting cords. The balls ache and throb with their 
engorged
cum. She pulls them even further away from his body, up between 
Lavinia's
bum-crease. The balls writhe and twist within Tamora's hands in 
what seems a
last desperate attempt to escape their final fate. Lavinia can feel 
Lucius'
cock straining and twitching with a slight throb high up in her 
pussy.

She now eases herself slowly from the hard twitching cock -- Tamora 
now
slips the purplish cum-engorged balls up into her friend's dripping 
pussy,
so that Lavinia and Lucius are connected by the spermatic cords 
issuing from
between her love-lips. As she squeezes and relaxes her pussy 
Lavinia feels
Lucius' balls slip and tumble against one another high up in her 
pussy --
Lucius gasps as the sweet ball-ache spreads higher up into the 
depths of his
belly from the pressure of her pussy on his balls. His submission 
is now so
complete that he gazes in adoration into his mistresses eyes as the 
core and
basis of his masculinity is rhythmically squeezed in her pulsing 
pussy.
Lavinia works the balls faster and faster until she comes in violent
vibrations and contractions of her pussy -- this sends the ball-
ache even
higher from deep in Lucius' belly, right up into the back of his 
throat, so
that his whole body is suffused and paralysed by the ball pressure. 
Soon his
cock is jerking and pulsing great gobs of cum, shooting right up 
onto his
chest -- each pulse of Lavinia's pussy squeezes another pulse of 
cum out of
his balls through the jerking cock. Lucius has fainted away with the
intensity of his orgasm, and Lavinia's body is flushed and covered 
with
sweat as it convulses with her simultaneous orgasm.

As Lucius' cock slowly quietens to gentler spasms Tamora ties off 
his balls'
cords. Lucius gradually becomes aware of his surroundings, and 
Lavinia
raises herself higher from his body stretching the cords up further 
away
from his groin. Lucius looks down at his cords disappearing up into
Lavinia's body, these being his last tenuous connection with his
masculinity. Lavinia, looking so beautiful all flushed and covered 
with a
sheen of sweat, gazes down into her slave's eyes, her slave whose 
balls are
still firmly clasped within her pussy. He gazes back at her in love 
and
adoration and slowly nods in agreement.

Picking up the knife, Lavinia slowly severs the cords to his balls -
- Lucius
feels the snapping and parting deep in his belly as the core of his 
maleness
is drawn down and out of the deepest essence of his being. Lavinia 
now rises
with his balls still within her -- she lies along him smearing his 
last cum
over her breasts and belly. They kiss passionately as she clasps 
her legs
tightly together to squeeze his balls deep within her -- the 
sensation of
the severed balls sliding and slipping against one another causes 
her to
have another convulsive orgasm.

She again rises and crouches over his face so that he can lick and 
kiss her
vibrating pussy -- as she comes again the balls slip from between 
her
love-lips into his mouth. She again lies alongside him and they kiss
passionately, slipping the balls between each others mouths.

The passion slowly subsides -- Lucius feels honoured that Lavinia 
had chosen
him to be her future body-slave and eunuch, who will now be 
permitted to
fuck her loveable and adored pussy.