a roman eunuch, part 1

A castrated slave tells the story of his gelding. 

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So you want to hear my story, stranger? Well, then sit here with me 
and buy me the next cup of wine, and I´ll tell you. Excuse my poor 
latin, I had to learn it as a grown man, you know. I had to learn 
it as a slave. 

It was total defeat. The roman army had crushed our attempt to 
revolt against the empire, we were completely surrounded. We had 
only two alternatives: death or slavery. We did choose the latter, 
and so we were thetered with chains and driven to rome. Like 
animals we were sold on a market, standing naked on the platforms. 
It was so embarresing! Ladies came by, giggling and pointing at our 
genitals. One woman said something to me which I did not 
understand, but she „translated“ it with her hands: She pointed at 
my testicles and with her fingers she made a move like a scissor. 
Smiling wickedly she went away. I gulped. Was this the fate that 
awaited me, becoming a castrated slave? I had heard that the romans 
treated slaves like animals, and everybody knows what happens to 
most male animals: They are gelded. But they did not do it to me.

After serveral ours I was sold to a wealthy looking lady. Her 
servants pulled me on the lash to her house. There I was introduced 
to a countryman of mine who would teach me the new language and 
supervise me in my duties as a slave. I learned quickly, and I 
learned, that missbehaviour would not be tolerated. I became a 
house-boy, I had to sweap the floors and help the cook in the 
kitchen. After several day I got very sad, I missed my wife, and I 
missed sex! It was hard because at night one could hear the groans 
and moans of lust when the mistress and the master slept with each 
other. This „music of pleasure“ aroused me that much that I began 
to masturbate. So this had become my sex-life: rubbing my penis 
when my owners made love. But that´s the way it is, masturbation is 
just fit for slaves. One day I realized that many of my fellow 
slaves were eunuchs. I was shocked when I noticed that many of them 
had no testicles. When I asked one of the eunuchs, why he had been 
gelded, he just said: „because the master ordert it“. From that day 
on I knew that there was a fate more depressing then being a 
masturbating slave: Being a castrated slave. 

Of course there were female slaves in the house too. All of them 
were extraordinary beautiful, and they all were young. At night 
they had to serve as sex-toys for the master and the mistress. and 
for us uncastrated slaves it was strictly forbidden to touch them. 
Our owners did not want us to breed I guess. One night I was 
ordered to the bedroom of the mistress. „You will stand beside the 
bed and fan us“, she ordered. This was usually the duty of eunuchs, 
but for some reason I was chosen to do it. Then the master came in, 
bringing some slave-girls with him. They were totally naked and had 
no hair between their legs. „To your knees“, he orderd, and a girl 
knelt between his legs and took his male member in her mouth, This 
arroused me so much that I thought my cock would explode. The head 
of the beautiful slave bobbing up and down between the masters 
legs, the mistress masturbating while watching. After a while I 
could not take it anymore. I grabbed my penis and started to wank. 
Suddenly the mistress screamed at me: „You swine, who allowed you 
to pleasure yourselfe?“ She pulled on a cord and soon some strong 
slaves rushed in and grabbed me. „Take him to the dungeon and call 
Marcus Sumellus, the physician“, ordered the angry mistress. Now I 
knew my manhood was doomed, because Sumellus was a specialist in 
castration.

A few weeks later I had to fan my owners again, but this time 
there  was no arousal, and no erection...