Part 2. The Agonising Life of a Roman Slave Boy - Mutilation

Next day the same man who carried out the circumcision arrived. I realised this was not good and tried to escape through the door. However the housekeeper noticed this and quickly closed and bolted the door. Madam had also noticed the same. Housekeeper and the man held me and bound my hands behind my back. They let me to the butchers bench that had been used a few times to cut up the meat. I was tied over this with rope tied around my wrists and ankles, face down. The ropes were pulled such that my legs were spread apart. I could hear a fire being lit and the tapping of some instruments within. This took a while to heat up, with me tied in this extremely uncomfortable position.

I heard madam arrive near me, and her and Sir were standing watching behind me. A gag was tied around my mouth. I felt the man pulling and pushing my scrotum. He pulled the skin around my testicles down and then I felt the cold searing pain of a knife being drawn across the sensitive delicate skin. I then felt a pushing sensation as he pushed the first testicles out of the opening. I felt a cold sensation on the testicle as it came into the open air. The pain was great, maybe not as much as the circumcision, but very painful all the same. A hot object approached as I could feel the radiant heat. It was touched onto the testicle and a loud searing sound was emitted, with the accompanying pain shock. I noticed the testicle fall away and saw the still steaming piece of me fall onto the ground. It was a bluish red colour with a white pipe coming from it. It was the white pipe that was seared and steaming. He then pushed out the second testicle and following the searing pain this also dropped away onto the floor. There was also much blood dripping on the ground. My blood.

He cut away some more skin and then it appeared he was pushing something inside. Perhaps some medicine. In a while he was cramping the cut and again wrapped in leaves and a cloth bandage. I was untied and stood up to recover. I was faint and immediately fell on the floor. The girl slave was summoned and told to take me away. As I left the man picked up my testicles and said to madam what he should do with them. Madam told them to toss them in the fire, which he did.

I did not know this at the time, but this was the worst thing that could happen to a man. I was no longer a man, not even a boy. I would have no testosterone, so my voice would stay in this semi adult, semi boy state. I would loose strength, it was likely my genitals would go back to boy size and the pubic hair would likely never grow back. I would never enjoy the joys of sex with a woman and never masturbate or enjoy an orgasm again. I had only just started to explore my sexuality and enjoyed the deep pleasure of an orgasm.

Sex for a slave was never consenting, it was forced by sir for his enjoyment. I did enjoy climaxing when allowed in the first couple of weeks until his ruling came. Also to procreate was only to make babies to sell as slaves, however there must have been some pleasure in sex.

This was the end for me.

One benefit of not having children was that the poor baby did not have to endure the abuse I did. Also girl babies were always killed or left to die as they were less useful and less valuable.

I did not know all this at the time. I was in pain and felt violated yet again.

Again I recovered in a couple of weeks and the bandages removed after a few days. When I looked I found that the cut had been made right underneath and was not easily seen. I felt through that there was some balls still there. They were much smaller than my own, perhaps  pea sized and they were hard. Girl slaves noticed me checking and said that they had taken out my testicles and replaced with pumice stones. These were a very light stone. I also noticed that much skin had been removed as the two balls were tight up against my penis. Slave girl showed me a piece of dried skin and said she had kept it for me. She wants to keep the balls for good luck but said they threw them in the fire before she had a chance. I thanked her and took the piece of wrinkled skin, realising that it consisted of perhaps half of my scrotal skin.

Sir continued to fuck me most nights. Sometimes he would ejaculate in my mouth. At first he would masturbate me, but soon I never had an erection and the desire subsided. As mentioned the abuse was for his pleasure not mine. Over time he would be more rough with me. Sometimes nearly choking me for his joy and fun. Anal sex was also more rough when I was pushed into uncomfortable positions.

Over time my penis seemed to get smaller. I never really measured it but at first Sirs was about three times longer, then as I grew it was twice the size. Now it was maybe five times the length. My penis lost length but also width. It became more skinny and became more of a flap of skin hanging between my legs. Soon it had reduced in length so much that the foreskin covered most of the glans. Not with a nice puckered skin top, but a loose covering that was loose fitting.

There was one benefit of this and that it that my genitals were less sensitive.