I really hope you all enjoy this story, as there's a sequel waiting in the wings for next week's post! :)
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Lucky’s Close Call
Based on an original story idea by Nathan
A handsome young stud slave faces gelding in Ancient Rome
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Rome is a place like nowhere else on earth. It is city where the slave traders come, and the slave buyers come, and the entire city with its ancient buildings and associated businesses are all linked to the trade. It is a place where the Eastern Province and the Western Province converge, and sometimes the slave auctions will trade as many as a thousand men in a single week. Rome has existed since the first maps were drawn. The majority of all slave trading that is done has its roots in Rome, and if you are interested in buying or selling, or you need to find a boy to own, it is there that you will be drawn.
Petr had lived in Rome for all his 30 years, and had been a “cutter” most of his adult life. He was professionally trained from a young age to geld slaves, castrating men to make them into more docile and tractable workers. Petr loved his work, for there was no greater power over a man than holding his pulsing testicles in your hand, the well of his manhood, and then expertly slicing them from the man’s body.
Petr was a very popular cutter with the crowds, not the least because he was an extraordinarily handsome and powerful man. The dark-haired Roman hunk stood just over 6 feet tall, which was unusually tall by the Roman standards of the day, and he had a lean and wiry, if not overly muscular, physique. The ruggedly handsome man weighed just over 190 pounds, and had strong arms and wide shoulders that tapered down to a very narrow and tight waist. For his handsome good looks and well-proportioned body alone, Petr had no lack of admirers and bed partners among the nobles and merchants of Rome, men and women alike.
The handsome cutter was also popular at the public gelding blocks for his skill and his showmanship. No man in his dozen years of cutting had ever died of infection or blood loss, which was a testament to his skill, and made him a highly sought after cutter among the various slave merchants in the city. But Petr was a gifted performer as well, and was an expert at stirring the large crowds that gathered for public geldings, and turning the event into a spectacle. The young man would often stir his victims into full arousal, and taunt and torture them mercilessly before finally removing their trussed up nuts. Sometimes, he would even allow the bound slave to jettison his final load before making the slice, forcing the slave to expel his last load of seed onto the burning sands of the gelding market.
Petr’s favorite victims were the foreign soldiers captured during warfare. The men tended to be very large and muscular, and correspondingly very proud of their masculinity. It was these men that Petr enjoyed cutting most of all, stealing their manhood from them at the peak of their power, lording over them the fact that a comparatively smaller and weaker man had conquered and destroyed their maleness forever. And Petr took the greatest delight in cutting big men with the largest of endowments, reveling in the power this gave to him.
For Petr was blessed with more than just good looks and a beautiful body – he was also known as perhaps the most well hung man in all of Rome. He possessed a mammoth cock, a true 12-incher, the biggest, thickest, meatiest, juiciest cock that he had ever seen in all his years of cutting. Beneath that cock swung two equally massive, low-hanging testicles the size of large lemons, gigantic orbs that dwarfed those of normal men. Few balls that Petr had seen in his years as a cutter even began to approach the sheer mass of his own great testes, but those few that did gave Petr the greatest pleasure, for he loved cutting the biggest of balls most of all.
The darkly handsome cutter was therefore particularly excited about today’s heavy work load, for on his list of scheduled geldings was none other than the famous young slave, Lucky. Today was Lucky’s 18th birthday, and his owner, a powerful merchant and prominent slave trader, had decided that today would be the day to finally castrate the young lad.
Lucky had been a growing source of gossip for a number of years, ever since he had been brought to Rome after his capture in his far northern homeland, and by now it seemed that everyone had heard of the young slave. Petr had seen the youth before, just a few weeks prior, so he knew quite well what all the excitement was about.
The lad was, in a word, perfect, an extraordinary specimen of masculinity unlike anything that Petr had seen before.
Though still at a mere 18 years of age, the young man had over 280 pounds of ripped and rock hard muscle packed onto his big, hulking, 6’4” frame, and he was continuing to grow all the time. Every inch of Lucky’s fantastic body was masculine perfection, and each massive, bulging muscle virtually throbbed with raw male power.
Lucky had a neck like that of a brahma bull, incredibly thick with muscle an measuring over 22 inches around. This awesome neck flared out to two intensely thick and meaty trapezius muscles, which in turn flared out to a pair of huge, muscular shoulders that were the size of large cannon balls and were extraordinarily wide, stretching well over a yard across.
The young man had the most colossal arms that Petr had ever seen, even on trained gladiators twice his tender young age. Lucky’s powerful arms bulged with thick muscle, and measured more than 24 inches around in circumference, making them among the largest arms ever recorded in the long history of Rome.
The young man’s magnificent chest was simply awesome, two huge plates of incredibly dense muscle nearly half a foot thick, topped by two succulent and perfectly formed nipples. The mighty cleft between those two goliath mounds of muscle was so deep that it could easily trap a man’s hand, and so strong that it could probably crush that hand as well.
Lucky’s back was equally awesome, his lats so thick and wide that Petr wondered if the young slave had trouble getting through doorways. This mammoth back tapered majestically down to an almost impossibly narrow, 30-inch waist, creating the most breathtaking “V” Petr had ever seen on a man. Petr’s own lean and incredibly narrow waist measured just over 28 inches, but considering that he was 4 inches shorter and weighed nearly 100 pounds less than Lucky, Petr has to admit that the slave’s waist was the more impressive.
The young slave’s abs were like large carved cobblestones, perfectly formed and proportioned. And since the young man had virtually no body fat, his abs, like the rest of his muscles, were clearly visible beneath his paper-thin skin, dramatically bulging and flexing with even his slightest movement.
The youth’s massive legs were as spectacular as his huge upper body, with muscular thighs as thick and gnarled as tree trunks, and big beefy calves that were several inches larger than his own massive upper arms. These mighty legs led up to a muscular ass out of legend, two supremely beefy mounds of tantalizing muscle that had been known to bring grown men to tears.
Lucky’s richly tanned and perfectly smooth and unblemished skin stretched taut over his immensely powerful, corded muscles, almost looking as if his skin was two sizes too small for his gargantuan physique, and causing the great muscles to bulge almost obscenely from his skin.
In all, it was the most beautiful and spectacular physique Petr had ever seen.
In addition to his perfectly proportioned and massively muscular physique, Lucky possessed an extraordinary beauty that only added to his appeal. The youth’s face was still trapped in that magical space between boy and man, and therefore managed to be both devastatingly masculine and heart-breakingly beautiful at the same time, and stamped with that look of innocence that only the young can achieve. He features were expertly carved, with high cheekbones, a long straight nose, full perfectly-formed lips, an incredibly strong jaw line, and a large prominent chin.
But in a face full of perfect features, it was Lucky’s eyes that were the most striking of all. The young boy’s eyes were a brilliant, sparkling blue, a rare color among the native peoples of Rome, and these stunning eyes were framed by some of the longest lashes Petr had seen on a man. And instead of making Lucky look feminine, his long lashes only added to his masculine beauty.
Atop Lucky’s beautiful head was a thick head of dark blond hair, worn short as it was for all slaves, that had been bleached nearly white by long hours in the sun. This sun-bleached hair was matched by a thick thatch of hair at the young man’s crotch and armpits, but the rest of the young man’s beautiful body was virtually devoid of body hair.
Lucky’s most rare and exceptional beauty and unrivaled masculine power had attracted the notice of the richest slavers and breeders from the very moment that the then 10-year-old Lucky was first captured and brought to Rome. One of the wealthiest and most prominent of slavers immediately purchased Lucky for a princely sum and immediately added the young boy to his stud slave kennel. So from the absolutely unheard of young age of 10, Lucky had been raised as a stud slave, meaning that his purpose was to lay with female slaves and father more slave offspring.
Slaves and the offspring of slaves were the backbone of the Roman Empire, for these men and women performed a wide variety of tasks seen as being beneath the notice of Roman citizens – hard labor and toil in the fields and quarries and weapon mills, recruitment into the massive slave armies, use as household or pleasure slaves (or both, depending on a buyer’s needs), or use as breeding slaves.
Most female slaves were used in the breeding program for at least a portion of their lives, but only the most gifted of males were added to the program. Stud slaves were selected based on a number of criteria, including strength, endurance, muscle mass, size of genitalia, and overall masculine beauty, among others. Most men did not enter their prime until well into their adulthood, and therefore most stud slave began their careers at the ages of 22 to 28, though some of the most remarkable stud slaves had begun their stint in the breeding program as young as 16, just barely into their adulthood.
Achieving the status of a stud slave was seen as both a blessing and a curse among the male slaves. During his time as a stud slave, any particular slave may lay with hundreds, if not thousands, of women, for there were always great demands in the breeding pens for more slave children. However, a stud slave’s career usually lasted only a year, or two years at the most, at which point they were gelded and sold to new owners.
The wisdom among the slave peddlers, breeders, and merchants was that, by only allowing a particular slave to breed for a year or two, it insured that there wouldn’t be a glut on the market of any particular man’s offspring, and therefore a lower chance of inbreeding in the future (it was sometimes difficult, if not impossible, to keep track of all the sires and dams of all the hundreds of thousands of slaves in the City of Rome and abroad).
As an added bonus, taking a stud slave permanently out of commission by gelding him increased the price at which the merchant could sell the man’s offspring, as there would now be a guaranteed limited supply. For the most popular stud slaves, this could dramatically increase the sales prices of his slave children.
Thus it was that, up to this point, Lucky had led an extraordinarily fortunate life for a slave. Though he had been captured and torn from his homeland at a very young age, Lucky had landed in one of the richest slave houses in Rome, which meant that he had had the best food and best training available, allowing him to flourish and quickly grow big and strong. His extraordinary beauty and physical development quickly earned him a favored place in the slave stable, where his development soon became so extraordinary that he was designated as the stable’s alpha male breeder at the unheard of young and tender age of 14, four full years younger than any other alpha male slave in the City’s history! The young man’s daily cycle consisted of eating, training, and fucking, and he showed tremendous dedication to all three tasks. The brutally powerful and virile young stud was living out the fantasy of countless men throughout history, mating with more than ten thousand women a year and pumping countless loads of his incredibly thick and copious cum inside them all.
Lucky also quickly made a name for himself as a favored stud among locals and visiting merchants alike, not only for his tremendous muscularity, extraordinary beauty, and the near legendary size of his genitals, but also for the fact that he had very nearly a 100% impregnation rate. The most prized bull studs in most breeding stables were considered exceptional if they were able to maintain a 40% or 50% impregnation rate, so Lucky’s virility was truly astounding. The hunky lad was a stud indeed, and it was said that he pumped out loads of monstrous size, unlike anything seen before on man or beast.
The beautiful young man quickly became one of the most popular stud slaves in the history of Rome, and it wasn’t uncommon for him to mate with dozens of women in one day. His owner used Lucky as a stud not only with his own huge and carefully selected stable of slave women, but also as a rented stud bull that was loaned out to friends and other slave merchants – and always for a very high price. Even some of the noble women of the City were said to have secretly paid for some private time with the handsome young lad, and it was rumored that the actual parentage of a number of nobleman’s babies was in question, particularly when the child was born with hair the color of wheat or eyes as blue as the Mediterranean Sea.
As the years went by and Lucky became ever more handsome and muscular and powerful, the beautiful and golden-haired young slave also achieved another first in the history of the breeding pens – lasting eight years as a stud slave when the previous record was just over three years. Such was his extraordinary popularity that, even after eight full years of breeding service, Lucky’s sperm was still selling for a higher price than that any other stud slave in Rome. In fact, the cost of his potent and powerful seed was actually continuing to climb as his eldest children, now approaching the age of eight, were all showing signs of being just as beautiful and powerful as their sire.
Such a cash cow could no doubt have been milked – literally! – for even more years to come, but Lucky’s owner had decided to end Lucky’s incredible run and increase the already exorbitant price of his offspring by gelding the young stud and thereby ceasing production of any more of his children. The rich merchant knew that his prize stud bull was the talk of the entire city, so he knew that the gelding of his alpha breeding male would attract huge crowds and earn him even more coin.
Thus it was that the merchant hired the most celebrated cutter in Rome, the handsome and talented Petr, to perform his prized stud slave’s castration.
Lucky’s incredible popularity was due in part, of course, to his aforementioned beauty and awesomely muscular physique, which were unrivaled in the vast and teeming City. But a large part of Lucky’s popularity and notoriety stemmed from the same thing that had earned him his name, for the young man had been named for the incredible endowment that was said to swing between his massively muscled thighs.
It was widely rumored that the young slave stud possessed the most enormous set of cock and balls ever seen on a man. As Petr had never seen any man with a cock or balls as large as his own – and he had seen a LOT of cocks and balls in his time as a professional cutter – he had highly doubted the claim. But after hearing this rumor spread around so many times, Petr knew that he had to check out the veracity of these claims. And so, several weeks ahead of the young man’s scheduled gelding, Petr went to visit Lucky’s stable and see the young slave for himself.
At the stable, Petr was able to immediately determine which young man was Lucky, for despite the fact that the breeding pen was full of exceptionally handsome and muscular and well-hung young men, Lucky was in every way a cut above all the others. Petr had heard that Lucky’s name was short for “Lucky 13”, which was apparently in reference to the length of Lucky’s cock. Petr doubted that claim could be true…until he finally laid eyes upon Lucky for himself.
As with most slaves, Lucky was kept naked nearly all of the time, so Petr was able to take in every inch of Lucky’s awesome beauty in a matter of moments. And though Lucky’s cock wasn’t hard, Petr immediately realized that Lucky’s “claim to fame” had to almost certainly be true.
The young man’s cock was awesome even when completely limp, hanging at least a good 10 inches in length when completely flaccid, a full 2 inches longer than Petr’s own huge, limp cock. Lucky’s huge horse cock was also the thickest and beefiest dick Petr had ever seen, with a columnar shaft as thick as a man’s forearm, and a massive, fist-sized knob at the end that was covered by a thick foreskin. Even soft, Lucky’s monster cock looked like some formidable and frightening weapon, and Petr found himself aching to see that huge cock fully hard, to grasp this young man’s massive tool and feel its heat and awesome masculine power in his hands.
But when Petr’s eyes dropped down to the mighty testicles hanging heavy and full beneath that huge cock, his jaw literally dropped open in disbelief. There before him was his greatest fantasy come to life, what had to be the largest balls in the entire world. If Petr’s own huge nuts were the size of lemons, then Lucky’s gargantuan low hangers had to be the size of the largest of grapefruit. The titanic testes filled their voluminous scrotum to overflowing, and appeared to be tremendously heavy, for though not even quite yet at the tender young age of 18, Lucky’s behemoth balls had already stretched his scrotum to the point where they naturally hung more than 4 full inches from his crotch. Most men took decades of rigorous ball stretching to get that kind of a dangle, but the sheer weight and mass of the young boy’s colossal gonads had already accomplished this amazing stretch, and Petr trembled to think of how far the two huge orbs could dangle by the time the kid turned 30!
Of course, Petr already knew that the slave stud wouldn’t be keeping his balls for more than a few more weeks, let alone another dozen years, so the question was moot.
Lucky’s twin orbs of mighty masculinity swung pendulously and ponderously between the youth’s heavily muscled thighs, packed full of the youth’s strength and vitality, yet also appearing so vulnerable and delicate. Petr ached to have his hands on those balls, to fondle and knead and squeeze them for hours and hours on end before he finally cut them from the young man’s body. Petr became so distracted by his thoughts that he did not realize until almost too late that, not only had he grown rock hard in his pants at the sight of Lucky, but his fantasy about the young man was about to make him spontaneously cum right into his trousers.
The young cutter rushed around the corner of the stable, and through sheer force of will was able to hold off his orgasm long enough to thrust his big hand into his pants and roughly yank out his massive, rampant cock. As soon as his huge cock was free, Petr let loose with a massive orgasm against the side of the building, jet after huge jet of cum blasting from his quivering cock to coat the wooden stable wall in front of him. The orgasm was massive and intense, and Petr was panting with exertion by the end of it. He knew then and there that gelding this bull hung stud slave would be the crowning achievement of his cutter career.
Leaving the stables, Petr was filled with desire and longing, as well as frustration at not being able to have Lucky then and there. But Petr knew that in just a few weeks Lucky would be his for the gelding.
Petr paid numerous visits to the merchant’s slave pen after that. The slaves knew of Petr by reputation, and most recognized him on sight, cowering or fleeing in terror whenever he appeared. Even the mighty and glorious Lucky showed fear in his incredible blue eyes whenever Petr came by. The young and handsome cutter would just stand casually at the railing, observing the men in the pens, and always keeping his eye on the beautiful Lucky. Petr’s wicked smile let the young stud slave know that he was waiting for him, and would relish castrating the young buck.
Though the rich merchant had reserved Petr’s services in secret nearly a month prior to Lucky’s birthday, he didn’t announce the slave’s pending castration until just one week before the young slave’s upcoming 18th nativity. The announcement caused quite a stir among the citizens and nobles of Rome. The price of Lucky’s super abundant seed, already the most expensive seed in Rome, skyrocketed to unheard of heights as breeders all over the Empire tried to get just one or two dozen more children fathered by the enormous bull. The young stud slave was already known to be heroically virile, having impregnated more than 100 women in a single day on more than one occasion, but even Lucky’s awesome virility was put to the test as his owner, quite literally, tried to squeeze every last drop of cum from the young man’s gargantuan balls before the impending day of his gelding.
And now, the day had finally arrived, and Petr’s nerves were electrified with excitement. The merchant had ceased breeding Lucky as of dawn from the day before, despite the vocal protests of other breeders who were desperate for one last session with the awesome stud, and offered incredible prices for just an ounce of the young slave’s extraordinarily potent seed. The merchant declined all offers, for he had decided that he wanted Lucky’s mammoth balls to be fully charged and bloated with cum when he went to the gelding table, to heighten the moment.
Eight years of virtually constant breeding had kicked Lucky’s already extraordinary virility into overdrive, and the young man’s powerhouse behemoth balls now produced cum at a truly phenomenal rate. In fact, Lucky had never gone more than 4 or 5 hours without cumming since he had turned 14, and so by the morning of his birthday, his great testicles were positively swimming in his ripe seed, and visibly swollen with cum.
The large market square was exceedingly crowded this warm summer day, as citizens from all over Rome flocked to witness the spectacle. Most had only heard rumors of Lucky’s prodigious endowment, and they wanted to see his famous, huger-than-huge testicles before they were chopped off, as well as his mighty, supposedly 13-inch horse cock before it was rendered a permanently limp and impotent slab of meat. The citizens of Rome flocked to the market to witness the legendary stud slave lose all that made him a man, on the very day that he officially became a man.
In the center of the square was the raised dais of the cutting table. Petr stood on the dais like some fearsome warrior, his lean and muscular torso bared to the warmth of the sun and the admiring crowd. Petr wore only his trademark leather pants revealing a massive bulge in his crotch, leather shoes, and a thick leather band around each upper arm, making his toned and muscular biceps swell to greater proportions. The cutter stood calmly, arrogantly, the cruel smile on his lips the only betrayal of his great excitement for today’s events. That, and the pulsing of his huge cock, already half hard and snaking its way down his right pant leg.
The first part of the morning was occupied by the usual selection of slaves for the gelding block. Petr took hardly any notice of these men as he gelded each of them in turn, though many were handsome and well endowed in their own right. He was focused on obtaining the greatest prize he had ever seen, and anything else simply paled in comparison. Still, the morning’s geldings prepared the massive and excited crowd for the main event, as they witnessed dozens of young and powerful men turned into useless and docile eunuchs.
Finally, as the sun struck its zenith in the sky, a hush fell over the crowd and the great double doors to the slave pens were opened. A troupe of eight very muscular soldiers came forth, leading the shackled and naked young stud bull between them. Lucky emerged into the sunlight, his golden hair gleaming, as he was finally led toward the block. The young man looked even more massive than Petr had remembered. The young stud had his hugely muscular arms chained together behind his back with massive chains of cold-forged iron, and his ankles were similarly shackled. His naked and glorious body glistened in the sun, already covered in a thin sheen of sweat from the heat of the day, and the moistness only served to highlight his phenomenal physique to even greater benefit. Lucky’s handsome head hung in dejection and hopelessness, and his beautiful blue eyes sparkled with terror, for he knew where he was headed and that he would soon be castrated and made into something less than a man.
Petr’ eyes – and those of everyone else in the crowd for that matter – were riveted on Lucky’s enormous cock and balls. For most of the audience, this was the first time they had ever seen the young slave’s spectacularly huge and heavy manhood with their own eyes, and all were eager to see for themselves if the tall tales were actually true.
The young man’s genitals swung heavy and full in the hot summer air, looking like massive fruit ripe for the picking. The heat of the day had also relaxed Lucky’s scrotum so that his massive, fist-sized nuts now hung more than 5 inches from his crotch, swinging impossibly low between his mighty legs. The huge log of his enormous cock draped heavily over his massive balls, slapping a staccato rhythm against his thighs as he was marched across the square to the block.
Gasps of shock and wonder went up from the crowd at the sight of this paragon of masculinity, and the crowd spoke in reverent whispers as Lucky was led toward the steps and up to the cutting block. Many could not believe their eyes, but the proof was now standing there before them — the many tales of the legendary size of the handsome young slave’s cock and balls were indeed true!!
The eight massively muscular guards forced the even bigger young slave up the steps to the top of the large block. Despite the young slave’s typically placid and passive nature, the guards were not taking any chances with such an extraordinarily huge and powerful man, assigning the largest of the City’s guards to escort the prisoner to his gelding. At the top of the stone block, the guards very carefully unshackled Lucky and forced him at sword point to lay back on the massive wooden rack atop the block. With a terrified Lucky splayed out on his back, the guards began to shackle him with an even heavier set of chains built into the block itself, securing the young man’s wrists above his head, and securing his ankles to the bottom corners of the block, leaving the young man’s intensely muscular and masculine physique stretched out on full display to the entire appreciative crowd.
Once the young man was completely secured, the guards descended from the dais, leaving Petr alone for the first time with his most anticipated and prized victim.
Petr looked down on the achingly beautiful 18-year-old stud slave lying spread-eagled before him on the table, his muscular and perfectly formed body completely exposed and vulnerable, and he lustfully drank in the sight. The young man’s huge thigh muscles strained against the massive chains that held his legs wide apart, and as he looked up at the crowd surrounding the table, his blue eyes clearly revealed his terror. Knowing his cruel owner was about to have him unmanned, Lucky fought against his bonds with desperation, struggling hopelessly against the immensely heavy chains. But even such great strength as that possessed by this young hunk could not hope to break these mighty links of iron.
Petr was surprised and impressed that the young man did not call out for pity or mercy, and did not whimper or cry, but was bravely struggling even now to somehow escape his unavoidable fate. Petr felt his cock throb mightily in his pants at the sight of the brave and struggling youth, as he very nearly came then and there.
The chains kept Lucky’s huge legs spread wide, and allowed his behemoth cock and balls to rest solidly on the wooden table. Petr had never seen such an amazing sight before. The young man’s incredibly low-hanging balls stretched so low that they actually rested completely on the table with an inch or so of scrotum to spare, and his enormous, soft cock draped majestically over the huge gonads so that the foreskin-covered cock head rested on the table in front of his balls, curling over the great orbs like some great, fleshy snake.
Petr reached his hand out and grasped Lucky’s huge cock, finally touching the young stud for the first time. An electric sensation went through Petr’s body when he touched the young man’s skin, and he once again almost lost his load right there. Petr lifted the gigantic, slumbering beast of a cock, and was amazed at how heavy and thick it was despite the fact that it was still completely soft. He lifted the heavy tool out of the way, almost reverently laying it up across the young man’s corrugated belly so that the massive cock head rested just a few inches below Lucky’s monumental chest, and leaving Lucky’s enormous bull balls completely exposed.
Petr’s pulse quickened as he gazed upon those two massive man lumps, those twin testicles that were unparalleled in their size and sheer mass, and he could have sworn that they, too, had grown larger since he had last seen the young man. The owner had mentioned to Petr that he had prevented the youth from cumming for more than 24 hours, so that probably explained the visibly swollen and almost bloated appearance of the young man’s huge nuts. Petr reached out his hand again a second time now, amazingly keeping himself from trembling, and scooped his hand beneath both huge orbs.
Petr was immediately astounded by the great weight of the huge nuts, and guessed that the combined weight of the stud’s huge balls must exceed 10 pounds. Even for their great size, the gigantic orbs were far heavier than they appeared, for they were far denser and beefier than Petr could have imagined. He also noted that they were very warm to the touch, almost feverish, and Petr rightly guessed that the heat was due to Lucky’s astoundingly overactive virility. The twin orbs filled Petr’s big hand to overflowing, for even one massive nut was larger than could be contained in the palm of his hand, and so he raised up his other hand to fully cup the mighty testes, letting the two huge balls rest within his hands.
The lean and muscled cutter held the huge youth’s burgeoning ballsac in both of his hands, fondling it, gently kneading it, caressing each ball individually and feeling the essence of the young man’s awesome manhood. The young stud grunted with the feeling of his huge balls being expertly fondled, and he thrust his muscular hips skyward in some desperate and primal urge to somehow break away and stop what was unstoppable. Petr just ignored the young slave’s desperate attempts at escape, for he was completely and utterly engrossed in fondling and exploring and weighing the two titanic testes resting so very heavily in the palms of his hands.
After several long minutes of this fondling, however, Petr noticed that the young man’s enormous cock had begun to grow and swell to even greater dimensions. Despite Lucky’s efforts to fight it, and the terror that was even then squeezing at his powerful young heart, his treacherous cock began to grow both thicker and longer, quickly engorging with blood with each mighty pulse of his heart.
As the crowd watched in stunned amazement, Lucky’s cock grew to 11 inches, then 12 inches, and then 13 inches, proving that the young stud really had earned the name “Lucky 13”. But as Petr watched in growing awe and disbelief, the handsome bull slave’s cock continued to swell larger still, expanding to 14 inches, then 15 inches, then 16 inches, and then finally to just over 16 ½ full inches of pulsing man flesh! That was more than 4 ½ inches longer than Petr’s own record-breaking foot long cock! It was the most colossal, outrageously oversized penis Petr had ever seen on man or beast!!
As Petr later learned, Lucky had earned his name when he had graduated to the role of the stable’s alpha stud slave at the ridiculously young age of 14, and apparently his cock had continued to grow and grow and grown throughout the rest of his adolescence, swelling into this masterpiece that now towered so enormously before Petr’s stunned eyes.
The majestic sight was nothing short of extraordinary. Lucky’s heroically epic cock jutted proudly upwards like a mighty column of marble, huge and majestic and so very, very long. The huge shaft had lifted clear of Lucky’s corrugated abs, and pointed at a 45 degree angle from the young man’s muscular crotch. The mighty organ had a gentle backward curve, so that his massive, swollen cock head was almost parallel with his body. So long was Lucky’s cock that the mighty cock head actually hovered over the great chasm between the young man’s massive pecs. If he pushed his cock down and wedged it between those two massive slabs of beef, he could no doubt squeeze himself off with his mighty chest muscles alone!
The incredible length of the young stud’s horse cock was more than matched by its awesome girth, which started with an impossibly thick base that was an extraordinary 4 inches wide, and grew only gradually narrower until just below the fist-sized cock head, where Petr would have sworn the meaty shaft to be more than 3 inches thick. An incredulous Petr wondered how it was that Lucky had managed to mate with so many thousands of women with a cock so monstrously large! He would have though such an enormous cock would fit inside nothing smaller than a cow!!
A network of thick and gnarled veins traced up and down that magnificent monument of a cock, with some of the veins bulging nearly as thick as his pinky finger. Now that Lucky’s cock was proudly and gloriously hard, the young slave’s thick foreskin was fully retraced, exposing his huge, purple cock head, glistening wetly in the hot midday sun. The massive cock head was the size of the largest of apples, and Petr longed to take a taste of it.
Petr momentarily released Lucky’s huge balls, letting them rest heavily once again on the wooden surface of the table, and he gripped Lucky’s mammoth cock with both hands. The heat coming off of the young man’s cock was tremendous, but what astonished Petr even more was how solid the cock was. Petr would have sworn he was holding warm steel in his hands, for even his iron grip could not do more than barely dent the surface of the skin. Petr placed one hand just below the massive cock head and the other near the base of the massive cock, and tried to bend the huge member toward him. But Petr, who was an exceptionally strong man, could not even make Lucky’s cock budge.
The huge crowd had been virtually silent for these many long minutes, for they were as enraptured by the sight of this gloriously handsome, hunky, and horse hung young slave as was Petr. All eyes were glued to the massive, achingly hard schlong that arched so proudly over the young slave’s enormously muscular body, quivering and throbbing gently to the thunderous beat of the young man’s heart.
Returning to the business at hand, Petr slowly released Lucky’s pulsing cock and returned his attention to the young man’s behemoth bull balls. The crowd was clearly eager for the show to continue, leaning forward to watch the impending castration, their eyes looking almost feverish to see it happen.
Petr, on the other hand, seemed to be in no real hurry. He enjoyed the moment as he held Lucky’s massive testicles, and he wished to savor this feeling of ultimate power over this most extraordinary young man. Petr knew he would never see his like again — or at least not for another decade or so as Lucky’s thousands of male offspring slowly grew to manhood themselves — and he wanted to etch every moment of this glorious afternoon into his memory. He gently and rhythmically tugged on Lucky’s huge balls, pulling them as far as their huge, loose scrotum would comfortably allow, making sure they were stretched as far from his crotch as possible for what was to come. He marveled at the silky softness of the young slave’s smooth scrotum, and how the delicate skin slid easily across the surface of the enormous and very solid balls contained within.
Then, with aching slowness, Petr brought a leather tie up between the Lucky’s legs, rubbing it back and forth over the huge testicles. The pace of the young man’s breathing increased, but he lay motionless as the big cutter cruelly teased his cum-swollen balls. Petr taunted his huge captive for several long minutes, running the tough cord of leather up and over and around those gigantic bull balls, stretching the process out as long as possible. And then, with a swift motion, Petr wrapped the leather thong around the very base of Lucky’s huge balls and violently drew the ends across, cinching up the young man’s humongous balls, tight and firm, and trapping the young man’s humongous balls at the very bottom of their sac.
As the knot slammed closed and the bite of the leather cut into his ballsac, the handsome young slave grunted, his face grimacing as he felt his massive balls bulging in his scrotum. As he grunted, the nervous crowd laughed as one, the excitement suddenly building and the eagerness obvious to everyone. Lucky’s balls looked, if anything, even more massive as they strained at the end of their ball cords, bulging obscenely in their overstretched scrotum.
Petr had tied the cord very tightly around Lucky’s huge nuts, choking them down in the bottom of their voluminous sac, but not strangling them to the point of completely cutting off the blood flow to the massive orbs. Still, the knot was very tight, and the young slave’s balls quickly started to turn from a healthy pink to a darker and darker red as they were partially cut off from their customary blood supply. Petr knew that the leather cord wouldn’t be strangling Lucky’s balls long enough to do any lasting damage – and besides, he would soon be cutting these twin monuments of masculinity off of the handsome slave’s body anyway.
The cutter then took a second tie, identical to the first, and placed it above the knot made by the first cord. He roughly knotted this second thong as well, the two ties so tight that the young man’s balls were literally isolated from his body, even though they were still attached to it. Petr stepped back a pace as Lucky began to thrust his hips wildly, humping the air almost as if he were trying to fuck it, desperate to get the leather thongs off of his balls. The action was intensely erotic, the young slave's enormous muscles bulging and flexing with every movement, his gargantuan cock thrusting proudly in the air like some mighty spear of flesh, and his huge, heavy bull balls careening into the air and then thumping against the wooden table with a loud, beefy smack on each downstroke.
The young stud's balls slammed down onto the table, again and again and again, with such brutal force that many men in the crowd winced in sympathetic pain. It looked like a human battering ram was trying to break through a solid wooden table, but young Lucky seemed oblivious to any pain he was inflicting on his own burly balls, so focused was he on his ultimately vain efforts to buck off the constricting leather cords. Petr just took a step or two back and watched, admiring the spectacularly masculine and powerful sight before him, and feeling his own huge cock throb powerfully in his pants.
Lucky's huge and heavy cock bounced and wiggled to the bucking of his hips, and visibly throbbed with some unknown desire. The tip of his cock head began to ooze a clear fluid, which excited the crowd even more. The sticky effluvium started as just a few drips, quickly grew to a trickle, and just as quickly became a veritable flood of seminal discharge. It was almost as if a faucet had suddenly been turned on, for the fluid began to pour forth in a large and steady river out of Lucky’s cock, the sticky goo pouring onto the deep chasm between his vast pecs before running down to his neck, where it pooled briefly once more before running off in hot rivers to either side of his beefy bull neck.
To anyone who had not heard of the muscular slave's legendary virility, or witnessed it in person, they could be forgiven if they assumed that the young stud was cumming, so copious was the volume of clear, sticky magma spewing from his quivering cock. But Petr and most of the crowd knew that this deluge of fluid was merely the young man's precum. Besides, the over abundant fluid was very obviously clear and free from sperm, and therefore could not be the outrageously expensive spunk that had made the young man so universally famous.
The two knots of the ties were right next to each other, the skin between them cinched up so tight that it almost couldn’t be seen. Underneath the pair of knots, the young man’s balls bulged ridiculously large in their sack, the skin stretched so tight that the two orbs stood out clearly, the whole sack hanging loose and impossibly heavy in the hot sun and almost begging to be taken.
The cutter hesitated then, savoring the moment. There is something about that moment before a man loses his manhood, as he feels the bite of the leather and is aware of his testicles in a way he has never been aware of them before. Petr was always amazed how hard the men usually get, their pricks stiff and jutting like they are eager for their own castration. And this young slave was certainly no exception, for his huge, bound balls hung below the largest cock in creation, over 16 ½ hard inches of pulsing man meat, so stiff that the veins bulged almost as if they would pop out of the skin, and the throbbing end of his dick swollen to truly obscene proportions. The end of his cock was oozing even more now, copious amounts of clear fluid pouring onto his chest and neck, and the fluid was beginning to take on a milky color. The young man was clearly ready, and the crowd was eager.
Petr took the gelding knife, and held the wickedly sharp blade up to the crowd so that they could all see the deadly curve of the cutting tool. With his other hand, Petr grasped Lucky’s huge, tightly bound balls and began to gently massage and knead them, pulling on them gently and squeezing them in his hand. Lucky began to moan, unable to remain silent as his sperm-bloated balls were subjected to expert manipulation.
Petr’s ministrations were clearly having an effect, for the flow of precum from Lucky’s cock grew thicker and whiter still. The minutes dragged on, and the crowd’s anticipation was building to monumental levels. Lucky’s moans and groans grew louder and deeper, and Petr knew that the young man was rapidly approaching the point of no return. Petr had decided long before today that he would allow Lucky to shoot one last load before he cut him, and his hungrily grasping and clutching hand was helping to knead that load out of the young man’s sperm-bloated balls.
With his free hand, Petr moved the gelding knife down, placing it between the young stud’s powerful, massively muscular legs so that he hooked it under and between the two knots that bound the young slave’s balls. The sharp edge of the steel blade rested a few mere millimeters under the tiny bit of flesh between the knots; that important little bit of flesh that still contained the cords and tubes and blood vessels that connected Lucky’s huge and throbbing balls to his immensely powerful body.
As the cutter held the knife in his right hand, he used his left hand to grasp the young man’s ballsac, pulling downward on it, stretching out the sack and making the tiny bit of flesh between the two knots completely taut and hovering just over the deadly blade. Petr managed to stretch the young slave's huge sac to an even greater distance than ever before, yanking those huge, sweaty bull balls to more than 6 inches from the young stud's crotch!
Time stood still. The youth looked up at the blue and cloudless sky for several long moments, and closed his blue eyes tightly against the roar of the crowd and the terrible bite of pain that he knew was about to come. The intensity of the moment was so great that not a sound from anyone could be heard, except for the heavy breathing and low grunting coming from the young slave himself. The only movement was the rapid rise and fall of the youth’s enormous chest as he sucked in the hot air, and the powerful bobbing of his huge, erect penis as it pulsated with his heartbeat. The moment seemed to go on for an eternity, with Petr holding Lucky on the brink of both orgasm and castration. Then, with a very small motion, Petr raised the knife up so that it just touched the underside of Lucky’s overstretched scrotum.
The feel of the cold blade against his taut scrotum was more than Lucky’s super human virility could take. The young man let out a deep, guttural bellow, and the first blast of cum erupted from his cock. His cum shot forth from his massive cock with an intensity that only a young beast of a man having his last orgasm could deliver. The first jet of cum was over 6 feet long, thick as a finger, and blindingly white with an overabundance of sperm. The first blast shot with such force that it arced several feet over Lucky’s head and landed in the crowd more than 20 feet away, striking numerous bystanders and coating them with thick slugs of his hot, sticky seed. As the affected crowd cried out in surprise and began to try to back away out of firing range, additional blasts of cum followed in quick succession, each as massive as the first and striking still more members of the crowd with massive wads of pent up cum.
During the screaming chaos that ensued. Lucky bucked his hips and grunted and moaned as he continued to pound out the largest load in his life, and by many orders of magnitude the largest load anyone present had ever seen. As with the rest of the crowd, Petr could only watch in open-mouthed wonder at the sheer quantity of sperm being pounded out of Lucky’s pulsing cock, and at the awesome power that propelled the sticky seed more than two dozen feet from his body.
Without warning or a single touch, Petr’s own cock began blasting his own massive load down his leather pant leg, causing Petr to buck his hips as well. The cutter mustered every last bit of his control, however, and somehow managed to keep the knife steady against Lucky’s scrotum, preventing himself from accidentally gelding Lucky before his titanic orgasm was complete.
Lucky’s orgasm thundered on and on and on as he blasted impossible amounts of his man cream out into the audience, coating his own majestic chest, bullish neck, and stunningly handsome face at the same time. Huge ropes of cum lashed out into the crowd, coating people’s clothing, matting their hair, and criss-crossing them with thick lines and arcs of freshly spilled cum. The thick, custard-like fluid pumped out of the young man’s colossal cock with such force that people dozens of rows away from the bound slave stud could actually HEAR the jettison of each mighty slug of sperm.
Petr soon lost count of the number of blasts erupting from Lucky’s cock, and even long after his own orgasm had ceased, Lucky’s still continued raging onward with no end in sight. Thirty seconds ticked by, and then one minute, and still Lucky's orgasm thundered on! Petr had never even HEARD of a man who could cum for a full minute, and Lucky seemed to show no signs of slowing down!!
One minute was followed by two minutes, and STILL the orgasm pounded onward, with Lucky grunting with each new magnificent blast of spunk. The upper half of the table and the stone gelding block was already soaked with his cum, as was the ground for a good 20 feet beyond. The hard, dry ground was absorbing the thick and chunky splooge, and as the crowd jostled to get a closer look and to perhaps catch a flying slug or two of the super slave's awesomely potent seed, their sandaled feet began to churn the cum-soaked ground into a gloopy, sticky mud.
And STILL Lucky's orgasm raged onward, leaving all realm of human possibility far, far behind.
After more than two and a half minutes of constant, spectacular spunking, Lucky’s orgasm finally began to slowly ebb. But the shots themselves did not get any smaller as they did with most men; instead, they remained just as huge and ever and simply got spaced farther and farther apart. First one second would tick by between blasts of white-hot spunk, then two seconds, then three, then five. Finally, after a full three and a half minutes of earth-shattering cumming, Lucky grunted one last time, and a huge wad of spunk shot out with the same size and intensity as the first, landing wetly on the already spunk-soaked ground before the cutter’s dais.
A stunned hush fell over the audience, and the only sound to be heard was Lucky’s labored breathing.
A single tear ran down Lucky’s handsome cheek, mixing with multiple layers of his own astoundingly thick and chunky cum, for he knew it was time to lose his balls. Petr grinned and, flexing his muscular arms for the benefit of the audience, prepared to finish the job. The handsome cutter planned on yanking his knife upward in one single, well-practiced motion, and literally jerking the blade right through the narrow band of flesh that connected the young man’s huge, heavy nuts with his massively muscular body. The rush of power flowing through Petr’s body threatened to make him cum once again!
Suddenly, just before Petr would have sliced off Lucky’s gargantuan nuts, a member of the audience called out, offering a ridiculously high price for the stud slave. This was followed a moment later by a second man offering twice that sum, and a third man offering double again that sum. Soon the audience was erupting with voices, all begging and pleading with Lucky’s owner to not castrate the superhumanly virile and powerful stud, and offering ever more ridiculous sums of money for the young man’s intact release.
Petr couldn’t believe his ears, for this was an unprecedented turn of events. No man had EVER lain upon the cutting table and escaped intact! Not in the whole history of Rome!! Ignoring the crowd, Petr once again bent to his task, smiling into the terrified eyes of the young hunk as he prepared to end the young man's freakishly spectacular masculinity forever.
Just as the knife began to bite into Lucky’s scrotum, the slave's owner called out for Petr to halt. The savvy merchant realized he now had a golden opportunity on his hands with this golden-haired hunk, and he wanted to consider all of his options. He began taking bids, and it was soon quite clear that he intended to sell Lucky – intact – to a new owner! The merchant knew he would receive a price never before conceived of for a slave.
Attention had been turned to the merchant, leaving Petr and his captive temporarily ignored for the moment. Petr was sorely tempted to cut off Lucky’s nuts then and there, consequences be damned, but he knew that if he did such a thing, the punishment would be severe, and would likely include his own castration. Keeping the knife pressed to Lucky’s painfully stretched sac with one hand, and viciously squeezing the huge orbs with the other, Petr bent forward into Lucky’s cum-covered face and said, “You may have lived up to your name and escaped my grasp for now, my young, bull-balled slave. But all slaves eventually pass by my chopping block. Your new owner will tire of you eventually, or maybe he will want to watch me finish the performance that I started. Regardless, the next time these massive beauties are in my clutches,” Petr said as he squeezed even harder on the humongous and frightfully dense orbs, “you will not be so 'lucky'. I will make your castration a slow and agonizing experience, and you will beg for the swift mercy I would have shown you today.”
With that, Petr released the young man’s titanic, trussed up nuts, turned around, and walked away. Petr was angry and bitter at being kept from his prize this day, but he knew his words to Lucky were true. Lucky would one day be on his on his table again, and Petr was already planning what tortures he would inflict on the young bull-balled slave stud.
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