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The Best Girl, Her Master, His Wife & Her Lover
a BDSM story, in verse
A gigolo, caught in a risky position—
His Cock in another man’s bride!
He was fucking the wife of a Roman Patrician
For denarii to earn on the side
This Woman of Rome craved a partner well-hung
Whilst her husband was average, at best
So she summoned this Pleb to sneak into their home—
To her own private courtyard, for sex
Their coition, renowned for its carnal excess
From the fury and sound it induced
And the wife’s vocal pleasure, she failed to suppress
And the tragic result this produced
Recommended by friends, he was handsome and buff
And well-spoken, athletic, square-jawed
Undismayed by her penchant for sex a bit rough
But these traits weren’t his most favored draw—
This Pleb was employed for The Cock he possessed—
A Male Organ of opulent size!
And his Scrotum conveyed a Magnificent Set—
Splendid Jewels, full of masculine pride!
Although very well-hung, he began with his tongue
Which he diddled around her vagina
And then took the plunge from her Cunny to Bung
Where he wriggled his tongue deep inside her!
As his licking increased, she dropped down on her knees
And she gnarred like a bitch still in heat
With her ass beckoning that he do as he please—
The Lothario’s tongue split her cheeks!
A gorgeous young woman, she growled and she huffed
As his lips and tongue Rimmed her Back Door
And the Licking he gave her was thorough and rough
And it teased her deep down in her core!
From “up front” to “out back” his tongue ransacked her Crack
Warming up her tight Pucker and Cooch
With her Pussy lip-smacked, she got flipped on her back—
And that ’s when he turned his Cock loose!
With her thighs stretched out wide while his Cock drove inside—
It was Huge! …and he knew how to work It!
Every pose that he tried made her climax, cross-eyed!
It made every denarius worth it!
His endurance was strong and his Cock thick and long
So her Cunt barely took It all in
And That Fuck was prolonged, though she knew it was wrong
As he slammed It, Balls-Deep, in her Quim!
With both her holes filled—overflowing with jizz
Each new orgasm drawing more cries
She was fighting back tears for her best Fuck in years
From that Cock of implacable size!
The Lothario’s Cock had just busted her Ass
When her husband walked in to the yard!
They got caught as his wife failed to stifle the gasp—
The last thrust of his Cock, deep and hard!
Her husband assumed that his wife was seduced
Servants blocked off her playboy’s escape
And then unfairly subject to Roman abuse
When the wife falsely claimed she was raped!
Now her husband was wary! He heard the delight
In his wife’s heady sex-frenzied grunt—
He suspected this suitor dared challenge his right
As the sole Master of his Prize Cunt!
The Patrician’s wife, naked, then fled from the scene
As her husband called out for more help
And his eunuch slaves sniggered at what they had seen
Upon hearing her mortified yelp
The Patrician commanded the satyr be seized
And then dragged out the villa’s front gate
The whole city should witness what he would receive
Still unclothed, and awaiting his fate
They all waited to hear the Patrician’s lambast
With concern for how harsh be his orders
The gigolo knew he would likely be lashed
And perhaps have his genitals tortured!
His plight was unpleasant; to him, nothing new
He could take a sound thrashing, and more—
Advertising one’s assets, displayed in plain view
Meant more customers for this man-whore
He abstained from resisting, for fear of the sword
He saw strapped to the chief eunuch’s thigh
His Erection, now wilting, still mostly engorged
Revealed his Cock’s monstrous size
When securely tied up between two solid posts
With his arms and his legs stretched out wide
All the servants and neighbors stood watching, engrossed
Overwhelmed by his genital’s size!
The Patrician’s wife hastened to follow the pack
As she awkwardly clutched at her robe
When she witnessed the scene, she was taken aback
Upon seeing her man-toy exposed!
Standing naked, clad only in Masculine Pride
In his bonds by the side of the road
As he stood there he drew every feminine eye
As his Ponderous Schlong hung exposed!
With a Penis that hung nearly down to his knees
Muscled lust, yet now lolling relaxed
While his pendulous Testicles swung in the breeze
Any bull moose would envy that Rack!
Every woman who saw him now longed for a screw
From that Phallus, so large, thick and tanned
First his wife, then his slave girls, collectively knew
The Patrician was clearly outmanned!
The Patrician considered the evidence there
Hanging heavy, exposed in the sun
And he knew every female he owned would compare
That debaucher’s huge Cock to his own!
Every witness that day ascertained right away
That this handsome man, so well-endowed
Was no rapist, per se; but a consort for pay!
The wife’s story would soon come unwound!
Soon, such gossip brought out many gawkers of course
They were drawn by the ribald sensation
The women, on hearing he’s hung like a horse
And the men, for the coarse confrontation
As his wit charmed the ladies, he showed no distress
As they ogled what dangled so heavy
His endowment of heft hung a bit to the left
As the Noble was seething in envy
The Patrician decided this rake needed breaking
For arrogant plebeian pride
Before retribution completely degrading
For raping his upper-class bride!
The Patrician then ordered his slaves to prepare
By fetching sharp razors and lubes
To shave the offender of all of his hair—
From his head, body, limbs, and his pubes
Then his horny slave girls swarmed the task there at hand
To anoint and to shave every inch
Competing to shear every part of this man
As their balms made his Cock and Balls itch!
Many witnesses stared as they shaved off his hair
Until smooth from his head to his feet
With his Pubis shorn bare he was much more aware
Of his nakedness, there on the street
Standing helpless, exposed, with some fresh razor nicks
Shaven bald as a baby, buck-naked
Brazen slave girls then teased him by flashing their tits
‘Till his Cock and his Balls reawakened
Slaves fondled his Nutsack, cajoling his Cock
Soon erect, from their groping flirtation
Then commanded to cease when it’s hard as a rock
And his Testicles bulge with frustration
With his Cock so provoked and now throbbing upright
Pointing Glans-up, saluting the sky
As his Scrotum had drawn his big Balls up in sight
So they dangled out front, tight and high!
In front of this villa, an honored address
With the Tools of his Trade on display
He was helpless against their embarrassing press
As the crowd watched those slave girls at play!
Aroused but restricted, he strained at his bonds
As they mocked him by blowing wolf whistles—
One eagerly cradled his Plums in her palms
Whilst another one pinched on his nipples!
His Erection grew huge with his Nutsack imbued
With Fat Testicles calling, “Please Squeeze Us!”
And each girl was so lewd to squeeze tears from that dude
Taking turns, clutching both of his Big Nuts!
…And, much weeping he did! Like a wracked little kid!
After mean little girls pinched his Beanies!
As he wept the girls grinned and then pinched them again
In spite of his frenzied entreaties!
Now humiliated, the Pleb was dumbstruck
And, by proxy, the wife was embarrassed
The whole point was to punish them both for That Fuck
Her complicity, not quite apparent
The Patrician commanded his slave girls stand down
And they stepped to one side, with much giggling
And everyone watched the Pleb’s dignity drown
In guffaws, for his Penis was dribbling!
Naked shame left him blushing as red as a beet
As the Noble called in his Best Girl
She nodded and dropped her frock there in the street
Prancing naked before the whole world
With a keen pirouette, she knelt at the Pleb’s feet
Both obedient and unashamed—
And she thumb-fucked his anus right there in the street!
And then sucked on his Cock ‘till he came!
The wife gaped in awe as that slave spread her jaws
And deep-throated her paramour’s Penis
And everyone thought she was guilty because
Of the way she stood, shifting, and speechless
Clenching down on his Dick like a lamb on a teat
Whilst her thumb goosed his prostate aroused
Whilst her sopping maw suckled much spunk from Its tip
To amuse the cacophonous crowd!
He tried hard not to come in so public a space
But her blow-job was skilled and precise
Soon she looked up, and stood, with her innocent face
And she spat his whole load in his eyes!
The Patrician, the crowd, slaves, and all else besides
Burst out laughing! The Pleb stood and scowled…
As a face full of semen demolished his pride
To applause! The Best Girl took a bow!
With a flourish, the Best Girl returned to her work
This time using both hands on his Prick
Squeezing out a few spurts after dozens of jerks
Leaving bruises all over his Dick!
The Best Girl donned her frock while still wrenching his Cock
As the males watching voiced crude objections
She ignored their vile talk, pulling on her scant frock
While tormenting the Pleb’s bruised Erection
As she wrung out his Penis, he mewled as she worked
From the mixture of pleasure and pain
Demonstrating pure meanness with one final JERK
And she gave his Bruised Boner a sprain!
“Little Bitch!” he exclaimed from the shockwave of pain
From her hands, through his Cock, groin, and guts
“Watch your mouth!” She proclaimed, fleet of foot, with sharp aim
As she kicked him HARD, square in his Nuts!
His eyes bulged with surprise—the Patrician just smiled
The Pleb puked out his guts on the street
Then that slave girl, still riled, let her kicking go wild
And his Bollocks got mauled by her feet!
He screeched woeful and wild as his wracked inner child
Screamed for pity between witless squalls
As each new kick arrived, the Best Girl brightly smiled
Teasing, “Not ‘till I’ve Busted your Balls!”
A passer-by lady was taken aback
And she covered her mouth with her hand
With discernment, predicted, “By time I come back
Here tomorrow, he won’t be a man!”
She yelled, “Bastard! Don’t dare ever calling me ‘Bitch’
I don’t care how good-looking you are!
Next time, I’ll keep kicking you within an inch
Of destroying those prized Testicles!”
He quietly wept as they left him to fret
With his genitals broken and bruised
Even shriveled and limp, still a much greater Set
Than that Noble, whose envy still stewed!
In spite of the pain from his genital sprain
He focused his eyes on the wife
But she chose to abstain from relieving his pain
Still, he watched her, enjoying the sight!
The wife slouched there in shame, but still playing her game
In a silk robe that’s nearly transparent
To deflect all her blame, even if he were maimed
And her guilt was acutely apparent!
The Patrician, himself, as the judge and the jury—
Gratifying his lust for sweet vengeance
The Pleb would be whipped and, indulging his fury—
His Best Girl deliver the sentence!
With a stony-eyed grimace, she brandished a lash
For to thrash the bound Pleb for his sin
And he screamed with each stroke as she scourged his bare ass
Carving welts of disgrace in his skin!
His Erection returned as the lashing progressed
To the humor of all standing by
“Look! This Stud must enjoy it!” she called out in jest
As she ravaged his buttocks and thighs
The wife gave a tremor on seeing him lashed
And her husband knew well what it meant:
She preferred getting fucked by his Plebeian Shaft
And her “rape charge” betrayed her consent!
The Patrician’s revenge for this lewd break of trust
Of his faithless, lascivious wife?
He would castrate her lover, to temper her lust
As her bald eunuch servant, for life!
After 39 licks from her harrowing scourge
She had finished his stern flagellation
He shuddered and wept at the words he next heard:
She was told, “Fetch your knife, and castrate him!”
To be neutered in public! Gross humiliation!
A Eunuch! A gigolo’s hades!
To never again savor female flirtation
Sire offspring, nor fuck wealthy ladies!
With a big eager grin she skedaddled back in
To their villa, on Master’s command
Soon returning posthaste with no hint of chagrin
For she knew how to castrate a man!
The Patrician approached him and quietly spoke
“We are keeping you here as our slave—
She’ll be castrating you with a single brief stroke
Because eunuchs are better behaved!”
“You’re condemned to a lifetime of Dickless defeat
Licking pussy and sucking on Cock!
How else shall I knock down a rapist’s conceit?
…You’re going to get ass-raped!” he mocked!
The Patrician’s Best Girl flashed a devilish smirk
Leaning close-in, exposing her tits
“Be a good little boy, now, and don’t go berserk”
And she added, “This might sting a bit!”
“The Patrician, my Master, has rendered his judgement
To prevent your behavior too cocky!
Your impressive anatomy needs readjustment—
I’ll alter your mind and your body”
While biting her lip, she inspected his Dick
Her demeanor was festive, not solemn
Contriving her method, and testing her grip
Pulling this way and that on his Scrotum
The wretch wailed thereupon his appeal to the wife
As the Best Girl prepared for her charge
His Erection raged on as she sharpened her knife—
She had never cut off One this large!
The assembly watched for the wife’s grave response
Would her clemency let this man go?
In strained silence, she feigned cavalier nonchalance
And the Best Girl quipped, “That must mean ‘No!’ “
Sweat dripped from his brow as she held up her tool
A specialized, curve-bladed scalpel
The Patrician, impatient, cried, “Castrate that fool!
His enslavement will set an example!”
Then she whispered, “I’m sorry it’s ending this way—
I had hoped you could give me a screw!
But, at least you and I had our moment to play
Now, it’s time I emasculate you!”
“Good Gawd, It is sexy! Enormous and hard!”
She enthused, for his massive erection
“Your’s is the biggest Cock I’ve ever carved!”
She exclaimed, with sincerest affection!
First, she grasped hold his Manhood. She gave a long sigh—
Then she stretched it out, ripe for her knife
Then she paused, bending over, and kissed it goodbye!
…He was trembling, and primed to ignite!
The crowd then went silent, all eyes on his thighs
As she jockeyed her blade into place
She grimaced again, looking deep in his eyes
Gently kissing the side of his face
She yanked up with her right hand, and down with her left
Leaning back to redouble her leverage
And with one rapid stroke she sliced ALL of it off!
Then the new eunuch started to hemorrhage!
A thunderous bellow escaped from his throat
More horrific than any had heard!
From a rumbling bass to a screeching high note
Just as grisly as what just occurred!
Castrated in public! The harshest of trials!
The cruel shock to his crotch drove him mad!
His howling convulsions were heard for long miles
From the torment that no man can stand!
He hysterically shrieked as she held up her Prize—
His own Penis, with Scrotum attached!
Then she fondled his Shaft for the crowd’s gaping eyes
And appraised his huge Nuts in their Sack!
His Castratrix ignored his embarrassing cries
As she showcased her bloody new toys
In front of a mob gawking at the demise
Of his ego and masculine joy!
Then she walked It around just to show the whole crowd
What his Cock and Balls measured, up close
And she verbally mocked him, “You should be quite proud”
As he languished in castration’s throes
The Patrician smiled wide at the morbid exhibit
Of the Organs that baited his bride
As his Best Girl had fun with her bloody new man-bits
His wife watched with arrogant pride
He continued to shriek as she flaunted his Balls
And his Cock, right in front of his eyes
She admired, “This Phallus is swarthy and large
But these Testicles take the Grand Prize!”
White-hot confusion consumed the Pleb’s mind
His embarrassment raged, as she played
With a barbaric meanness so cruel and unkind—
“Those are My Private Parts on display!”
His screaming continued, disturbing the peace
So loud as to wake up the dead
As he shuddered, the rate of his bleeding increased
Dripping down from his groin, off each leg!
The Best Girl then held up his Cock to her Crotch
Knees apart, mocking him as a man
And pretended to piss, as the laughing crowd watched
And then feigned jacking-off with her hand
Then, his Severed Male Organs, she carefully strung
Around his own neck with some string
Then she sutured the wound where his Privates once hung
While ignoring his curses and screams
He continued to wail, incoherent and daft
Now mixed with gibberish, sad and soft-spoken
The Patrician’s Best Girl was well-trained in her craft
Leaving Manhood and Ego both broken
The Best Girl had seen these reactions before
So unhinged every time, to the man
She had made many eunuchs, and spilled lots of gore—
Some still under her Master’s command!
The wife watched this spectacle, eyes open wide
To her lover’s vindictive castration
Her only regret was her own injured pride
As she trembled with selfish frustration
The freshly-cut eunuch soon screamed himself hoarse
And his sanity strove to return
He would never recover completely, of course
From castration’s psychotic mind burn!
As he stood there spread-eagled, still tight in his bonds
The Best Girl announced, “It is done!”
She adjusted his Penis, and said, “My regards!”
Whilst avoiding his puddles of blood
She had finished her chores mutilating his crotch
So she stood with the rest of the slaves
He was left in his bonds as the stunned people watched
With his Cock ‘round his neck, on display!
As the afternoon passed, many witnesses loitered
To stare at the sight so grotesque—
A Castrated man with his Manhood exploited
Displayed on a string ‘round his neck!
What a cruel and embarrassing necklace he wore
‘Round his neck for the whole world to see!
Genitalia now butchered and dripping with gore
Forced to stand there, he wept quietly.
The wife, stepping forward, looked first in his eyes
And then down at her Maimed Self-indulgence—
And she thought of that Cock thrusting deeply inside
And remembered Its fucking abundance!
With a grim fascination, extending her finger
She caressed it the length of its shaft
From its tip, past its root— on the Scrotum, she lingered
Then she looked at her Husband, and laughed!
“He wasn’t my lover, my suitor, nor swain—
Just a rapist who’s hung like a bull!
…Unlike you!” She proclaimed, glancing down with disdain
“Do you envy this marvelous Tool?”
“Please take, as your trophy, my ravisher’s Phallus
To avenge your own stark lack of size
Have it mounted, preserved, and displayed in our palace,”
She cooed, but he saw past her lies
“What a puny and shriveled excuse for a Cock
Dangles timid and limp from your loins!
Your Manhood would flounder inside of HIS jock!”
She snapped, with a poke at his groin
He snatched up his “trophy,” the rent Cock and Balls
From around the Pleb’s neck on their string
And he angrily tossed It to hungry stray dogs
As his wife smirked, she said not a thing!
The new eunuch whined as he watched those dogs dine
On his Masculine Pride— now devoured!
With his Genitals gone, he’s the end of his line
To die lonely, a Castrated Coward!
The Patrician had won, reasserting his rule
As the sole Master of His Domain
With his rival reduced to a Castrated Fool
Now a gift to his wife, as Her Slave
The Best Girl who “fixed” him then used the same knife
And she cut the new eunuch slave free
And with docile compliance he followed the wife
Of his Master, now cuckold-to-be
He followed his Mistress, her disheartened pawn
With no reason to try and escape
A castrated gigolo’s income is gone—
Would he starve, for lost dignity’s sake?
It was also impossible for him to run
For his sutured crotch gave him a limp—
He was forced to accept his new life had begun
As her slave— naked, neutered, and gimp!
They entered the villa at Master’s command
To return to the scene of their crime
Master punished his wife with the back of his hand
And he spanked them both, one at a time!
The whole household watched as he vented his ire
All his servants, and slaves that he owned
His wife, he would keep! He had children to sire!
Until then, she would go without clothes!
With his second-rate Cock, fucking angry and cruel
He debased her and taught her a lesson
With a hateful ass-fucking, restoring his rule
He extracted from her a confession!
The eunuch stood watching in silence and shame
As the Nobleman reclaimed his spouse
Then the eunuch got bitch-slapped and ass-fucked the same
By the true Alpha Male of their house!
In a harsh demonstration of who reigns supreme—
As the Master bade everyone watch!
He was beaten relentlessly, anally reamed
Licking shit off his new Master’s Cock!
The wife served her husband as if but a slave
In obedience, under his boot
Fully naked, ashamed, ‘till the day he forgave—
As he promised, the day she bore fruit
The Pleb learned how to service his Master’s hot wife
As her Dickless and Cowed Pussy-licker
And a Castrated, Cock-sucking Cuckold for life—
For their Master, while other slaves snickered!
Their eunuch was never allowed to wear clothes
As their personal servant, kept naked
Ensuring the scar on his crotch always showed
Where his Manhood had been amputated!
He would pass the Best Girl every day in the halls
She would mock him with sarcastic trolling
She always pretended, he still had his Balls
To tease him with lustful cajoling
“Hey there Big Boy, how’s It hangin’ today?
I’ll give you a blow-job for free!
What? Your Cock and Balls turned into dog shit, they say?
You’re a eunuch? You can’t play with me?”
His freedom, for castrated servitude, swapped
As a gelded subservient thrall—
With a scar, to remind him how much That Fuck cost:
His career, ego, Cock, and both Balls!
As a footnote: The Master’s firstborn was a boy!
As he grew, all the household would gawk—
He inherited mother’s strong sexual joy
And a notably Whopping Huge Cock!
A gigolo, caught in a risky position—
His Cock in another man’s bride!
He was fucking the wife of a Roman Patrician
For denarii to earn on the side
This Woman of Rome craved a partner well-hung
Whilst her husband was average, at best
So she summoned this Pleb to sneak into their home—
To her own private courtyard, for sex
Their coition, renowned for its carnal excess
From the fury and sound it induced
And the wife’s vocal pleasure, she failed to suppress
And the tragic result this produced
Recommended by friends, he was handsome and buff
And well-spoken, athletic, square-jawed
Undismayed by her penchant for sex a bit rough
But these traits weren’t his most favored draw—
This Pleb was employed for The Cock he possessed—
A Male Organ of opulent size!
And his Scrotum conveyed a Magnificent Set—
Splendid Jewels, full of masculine pride!
Although very well-hung, he began with his tongue
Which he diddled around her vagina
And then took the plunge from her Cunny to Bung
Where he wriggled his tongue deep inside her!
As his licking increased, she dropped down on her knees
And she gnarred like a bitch still in heat
With her ass beckoning that he do as he please—
The Lothario’s tongue split her cheeks!
A gorgeous young woman, she growled and she huffed
As his lips and tongue Rimmed her Back Door
And the Licking he gave her was thorough and rough
And it teased her deep down in her core!
From “up front” to “out back” his tongue ransacked her Crack
Warming up her tight Pucker and Cooch
With her Pussy lip-smacked, she got flipped on her back—
And that ’s when he turned his Cock loose!
With her thighs stretched out wide while his Cock drove inside—
It was Huge! …and he knew how to work It!
Every pose that he tried made her climax, cross-eyed!
It made every denarius worth it!
His endurance was strong and his Cock thick and long
So her Cunt barely took It all in
And That Fuck was prolonged, though she knew it was wrong
As he slammed It, Balls-Deep, in her Quim!
With both her holes filled—overflowing with jizz
Each new orgasm drawing more cries
She was fighting back tears for her best Fuck in years
From that Cock of implacable size!
The Lothario’s Cock had just busted her Ass
When her husband walked in to the yard!
They got caught as his wife failed to stifle the gasp—
The last thrust of his Cock, deep and hard!
Her husband assumed that his wife was seduced
Servants blocked off her playboy’s escape
And then unfairly subject to Roman abuse
When the wife falsely claimed she was raped!
Now her husband was wary! He heard the delight
In his wife’s heady sex-frenzied grunt—
He suspected this suitor dared challenge his right
As the sole Master of his Prize Cunt!
The Patrician’s wife, naked, then fled from the scene
As her husband called out for more help
And his eunuch slaves sniggered at what they had seen
Upon hearing her mortified yelp
The Patrician commanded the satyr be seized
And then dragged out the villa’s front gate
The whole city should witness what he would receive
Still unclothed, and awaiting his fate
They all waited to hear the Patrician’s lambast
With concern for how harsh be his orders
The gigolo knew he would likely be lashed
And perhaps have his genitals tortured!
His plight was unpleasant; to him, nothing new
He could take a sound thrashing, and more—
Advertising one’s assets, displayed in plain view
Meant more customers for this man-whore
He abstained from resisting, for fear of the sword
He saw strapped to the chief eunuch’s thigh
His Erection, now wilting, still mostly engorged
Revealed his Cock’s monstrous size
When securely tied up between two solid posts
With his arms and his legs stretched out wide
All the servants and neighbors stood watching, engrossed
Overwhelmed by his genital’s size!
The Patrician’s wife hastened to follow the pack
As she awkwardly clutched at her robe
When she witnessed the scene, she was taken aback
Upon seeing her man-toy exposed!
Standing naked, clad only in Masculine Pride
In his bonds by the side of the road
As he stood there he drew every feminine eye
As his Ponderous Schlong hung exposed!
With a Penis that hung nearly down to his knees
Muscled lust, yet now lolling relaxed
While his pendulous Testicles swung in the breeze
Any bull moose would envy that Rack!
Every woman who saw him now longed for a screw
From that Phallus, so large, thick and tanned
First his wife, then his slave girls, collectively knew
The Patrician was clearly outmanned!
The Patrician considered the evidence there
Hanging heavy, exposed in the sun
And he knew every female he owned would compare
That debaucher’s huge Cock to his own!
Every witness that day ascertained right away
That this handsome man, so well-endowed
Was no rapist, per se; but a consort for pay!
The wife’s story would soon come unwound!
Soon, such gossip brought out many gawkers of course
They were drawn by the ribald sensation
The women, on hearing he’s hung like a horse
And the men, for the coarse confrontation
As his wit charmed the ladies, he showed no distress
As they ogled what dangled so heavy
His endowment of heft hung a bit to the left
As the Noble was seething in envy
The Patrician decided this rake needed breaking
For arrogant plebeian pride
Before retribution completely degrading
For raping his upper-class bride!
The Patrician then ordered his slaves to prepare
By fetching sharp razors and lubes
To shave the offender of all of his hair—
From his head, body, limbs, and his pubes
Then his horny slave girls swarmed the task there at hand
To anoint and to shave every inch
Competing to shear every part of this man
As their balms made his Cock and Balls itch!
Many witnesses stared as they shaved off his hair
Until smooth from his head to his feet
With his Pubis shorn bare he was much more aware
Of his nakedness, there on the street
Standing helpless, exposed, with some fresh razor nicks
Shaven bald as a baby, buck-naked
Brazen slave girls then teased him by flashing their tits
‘Till his Cock and his Balls reawakened
Slaves fondled his Nutsack, cajoling his Cock
Soon erect, from their groping flirtation
Then commanded to cease when it’s hard as a rock
And his Testicles bulge with frustration
With his Cock so provoked and now throbbing upright
Pointing Glans-up, saluting the sky
As his Scrotum had drawn his big Balls up in sight
So they dangled out front, tight and high!
In front of this villa, an honored address
With the Tools of his Trade on display
He was helpless against their embarrassing press
As the crowd watched those slave girls at play!
Aroused but restricted, he strained at his bonds
As they mocked him by blowing wolf whistles—
One eagerly cradled his Plums in her palms
Whilst another one pinched on his nipples!
His Erection grew huge with his Nutsack imbued
With Fat Testicles calling, “Please Squeeze Us!”
And each girl was so lewd to squeeze tears from that dude
Taking turns, clutching both of his Big Nuts!
…And, much weeping he did! Like a wracked little kid!
After mean little girls pinched his Beanies!
As he wept the girls grinned and then pinched them again
In spite of his frenzied entreaties!
Now humiliated, the Pleb was dumbstruck
And, by proxy, the wife was embarrassed
The whole point was to punish them both for That Fuck
Her complicity, not quite apparent
The Patrician commanded his slave girls stand down
And they stepped to one side, with much giggling
And everyone watched the Pleb’s dignity drown
In guffaws, for his Penis was dribbling!
Naked shame left him blushing as red as a beet
As the Noble called in his Best Girl
She nodded and dropped her frock there in the street
Prancing naked before the whole world
With a keen pirouette, she knelt at the Pleb’s feet
Both obedient and unashamed—
And she thumb-fucked his anus right there in the street!
And then sucked on his Cock ‘till he came!
The wife gaped in awe as that slave spread her jaws
And deep-throated her paramour’s Penis
And everyone thought she was guilty because
Of the way she stood, shifting, and speechless
Clenching down on his Dick like a lamb on a teat
Whilst her thumb goosed his prostate aroused
Whilst her sopping maw suckled much spunk from Its tip
To amuse the cacophonous crowd!
He tried hard not to come in so public a space
But her blow-job was skilled and precise
Soon she looked up, and stood, with her innocent face
And she spat his whole load in his eyes!
The Patrician, the crowd, slaves, and all else besides
Burst out laughing! The Pleb stood and scowled…
As a face full of semen demolished his pride
To applause! The Best Girl took a bow!
With a flourish, the Best Girl returned to her work
This time using both hands on his Prick
Squeezing out a few spurts after dozens of jerks
Leaving bruises all over his Dick!
The Best Girl donned her frock while still wrenching his Cock
As the males watching voiced crude objections
She ignored their vile talk, pulling on her scant frock
While tormenting the Pleb’s bruised Erection
As she wrung out his Penis, he mewled as she worked
From the mixture of pleasure and pain
Demonstrating pure meanness with one final JERK
And she gave his Bruised Boner a sprain!
“Little Bitch!” he exclaimed from the shockwave of pain
From her hands, through his Cock, groin, and guts
“Watch your mouth!” She proclaimed, fleet of foot, with sharp aim
As she kicked him HARD, square in his Nuts!
His eyes bulged with surprise—the Patrician just smiled
The Pleb puked out his guts on the street
Then that slave girl, still riled, let her kicking go wild
And his Bollocks got mauled by her feet!
He screeched woeful and wild as his wracked inner child
Screamed for pity between witless squalls
As each new kick arrived, the Best Girl brightly smiled
Teasing, “Not ‘till I’ve Busted your Balls!”
A passer-by lady was taken aback
And she covered her mouth with her hand
With discernment, predicted, “By time I come back
Here tomorrow, he won’t be a man!”
She yelled, “Bastard! Don’t dare ever calling me ‘Bitch’
I don’t care how good-looking you are!
Next time, I’ll keep kicking you within an inch
Of destroying those prized Testicles!”
He quietly wept as they left him to fret
With his genitals broken and bruised
Even shriveled and limp, still a much greater Set
Than that Noble, whose envy still stewed!
In spite of the pain from his genital sprain
He focused his eyes on the wife
But she chose to abstain from relieving his pain
Still, he watched her, enjoying the sight!
The wife slouched there in shame, but still playing her game
In a silk robe that’s nearly transparent
To deflect all her blame, even if he were maimed
And her guilt was acutely apparent!
The Patrician, himself, as the judge and the jury—
Gratifying his lust for sweet vengeance
The Pleb would be whipped and, indulging his fury—
His Best Girl deliver the sentence!
With a stony-eyed grimace, she brandished a lash
For to thrash the bound Pleb for his sin
And he screamed with each stroke as she scourged his bare ass
Carving welts of disgrace in his skin!
His Erection returned as the lashing progressed
To the humor of all standing by
“Look! This Stud must enjoy it!” she called out in jest
As she ravaged his buttocks and thighs
The wife gave a tremor on seeing him lashed
And her husband knew well what it meant:
She preferred getting fucked by his Plebeian Shaft
And her “rape charge” betrayed her consent!
The Patrician’s revenge for this lewd break of trust
Of his faithless, lascivious wife?
He would castrate her lover, to temper her lust
As her bald eunuch servant, for life!
After 39 licks from her harrowing scourge
She had finished his stern flagellation
He shuddered and wept at the words he next heard:
She was told, “Fetch your knife, and castrate him!”
To be neutered in public! Gross humiliation!
A Eunuch! A gigolo’s hades!
To never again savor female flirtation
Sire offspring, nor fuck wealthy ladies!
With a big eager grin she skedaddled back in
To their villa, on Master’s command
Soon returning posthaste with no hint of chagrin
For she knew how to castrate a man!
The Patrician approached him and quietly spoke
“We are keeping you here as our slave—
She’ll be castrating you with a single brief stroke
Because eunuchs are better behaved!”
“You’re condemned to a lifetime of Dickless defeat
Licking pussy and sucking on Cock!
How else shall I knock down a rapist’s conceit?
…You’re going to get ass-raped!” he mocked!
The Patrician’s Best Girl flashed a devilish smirk
Leaning close-in, exposing her tits
“Be a good little boy, now, and don’t go berserk”
And she added, “This might sting a bit!”
“The Patrician, my Master, has rendered his judgement
To prevent your behavior too cocky!
Your impressive anatomy needs readjustment—
I’ll alter your mind and your body”
While biting her lip, she inspected his Dick
Her demeanor was festive, not solemn
Contriving her method, and testing her grip
Pulling this way and that on his Scrotum
The wretch wailed thereupon his appeal to the wife
As the Best Girl prepared for her charge
His Erection raged on as she sharpened her knife—
She had never cut off One this large!
The assembly watched for the wife’s grave response
Would her clemency let this man go?
In strained silence, she feigned cavalier nonchalance
And the Best Girl quipped, “That must mean ‘No!’ “
Sweat dripped from his brow as she held up her tool
A specialized, curve-bladed scalpel
The Patrician, impatient, cried, “Castrate that fool!
His enslavement will set an example!”
Then she whispered, “I’m sorry it’s ending this way—
I had hoped you could give me a screw!
But, at least you and I had our moment to play
Now, it’s time I emasculate you!”
“Good Gawd, It is sexy! Enormous and hard!”
She enthused, for his massive erection
“Your’s is the biggest Cock I’ve ever carved!”
She exclaimed, with sincerest affection!
First, she grasped hold his Manhood. She gave a long sigh—
Then she stretched it out, ripe for her knife
Then she paused, bending over, and kissed it goodbye!
…He was trembling, and primed to ignite!
The crowd then went silent, all eyes on his thighs
As she jockeyed her blade into place
She grimaced again, looking deep in his eyes
Gently kissing the side of his face
She yanked up with her right hand, and down with her left
Leaning back to redouble her leverage
And with one rapid stroke she sliced ALL of it off!
Then the new eunuch started to hemorrhage!
A thunderous bellow escaped from his throat
More horrific than any had heard!
From a rumbling bass to a screeching high note
Just as grisly as what just occurred!
Castrated in public! The harshest of trials!
The cruel shock to his crotch drove him mad!
His howling convulsions were heard for long miles
From the torment that no man can stand!
He hysterically shrieked as she held up her Prize—
His own Penis, with Scrotum attached!
Then she fondled his Shaft for the crowd’s gaping eyes
And appraised his huge Nuts in their Sack!
His Castratrix ignored his embarrassing cries
As she showcased her bloody new toys
In front of a mob gawking at the demise
Of his ego and masculine joy!
Then she walked It around just to show the whole crowd
What his Cock and Balls measured, up close
And she verbally mocked him, “You should be quite proud”
As he languished in castration’s throes
The Patrician smiled wide at the morbid exhibit
Of the Organs that baited his bride
As his Best Girl had fun with her bloody new man-bits
His wife watched with arrogant pride
He continued to shriek as she flaunted his Balls
And his Cock, right in front of his eyes
She admired, “This Phallus is swarthy and large
But these Testicles take the Grand Prize!”
White-hot confusion consumed the Pleb’s mind
His embarrassment raged, as she played
With a barbaric meanness so cruel and unkind—
“Those are My Private Parts on display!”
His screaming continued, disturbing the peace
So loud as to wake up the dead
As he shuddered, the rate of his bleeding increased
Dripping down from his groin, off each leg!
The Best Girl then held up his Cock to her Crotch
Knees apart, mocking him as a man
And pretended to piss, as the laughing crowd watched
And then feigned jacking-off with her hand
Then, his Severed Male Organs, she carefully strung
Around his own neck with some string
Then she sutured the wound where his Privates once hung
While ignoring his curses and screams
He continued to wail, incoherent and daft
Now mixed with gibberish, sad and soft-spoken
The Patrician’s Best Girl was well-trained in her craft
Leaving Manhood and Ego both broken
The Best Girl had seen these reactions before
So unhinged every time, to the man
She had made many eunuchs, and spilled lots of gore—
Some still under her Master’s command!
The wife watched this spectacle, eyes open wide
To her lover’s vindictive castration
Her only regret was her own injured pride
As she trembled with selfish frustration
The freshly-cut eunuch soon screamed himself hoarse
And his sanity strove to return
He would never recover completely, of course
From castration’s psychotic mind burn!
As he stood there spread-eagled, still tight in his bonds
The Best Girl announced, “It is done!”
She adjusted his Penis, and said, “My regards!”
Whilst avoiding his puddles of blood
She had finished her chores mutilating his crotch
So she stood with the rest of the slaves
He was left in his bonds as the stunned people watched
With his Cock ‘round his neck, on display!
As the afternoon passed, many witnesses loitered
To stare at the sight so grotesque—
A Castrated man with his Manhood exploited
Displayed on a string ‘round his neck!
What a cruel and embarrassing necklace he wore
‘Round his neck for the whole world to see!
Genitalia now butchered and dripping with gore
Forced to stand there, he wept quietly.
The wife, stepping forward, looked first in his eyes
And then down at her Maimed Self-indulgence—
And she thought of that Cock thrusting deeply inside
And remembered Its fucking abundance!
With a grim fascination, extending her finger
She caressed it the length of its shaft
From its tip, past its root— on the Scrotum, she lingered
Then she looked at her Husband, and laughed!
“He wasn’t my lover, my suitor, nor swain—
Just a rapist who’s hung like a bull!
…Unlike you!” She proclaimed, glancing down with disdain
“Do you envy this marvelous Tool?”
“Please take, as your trophy, my ravisher’s Phallus
To avenge your own stark lack of size
Have it mounted, preserved, and displayed in our palace,”
She cooed, but he saw past her lies
“What a puny and shriveled excuse for a Cock
Dangles timid and limp from your loins!
Your Manhood would flounder inside of HIS jock!”
She snapped, with a poke at his groin
He snatched up his “trophy,” the rent Cock and Balls
From around the Pleb’s neck on their string
And he angrily tossed It to hungry stray dogs
As his wife smirked, she said not a thing!
The new eunuch whined as he watched those dogs dine
On his Masculine Pride— now devoured!
With his Genitals gone, he’s the end of his line
To die lonely, a Castrated Coward!
The Patrician had won, reasserting his rule
As the sole Master of His Domain
With his rival reduced to a Castrated Fool
Now a gift to his wife, as Her Slave
The Best Girl who “fixed” him then used the same knife
And she cut the new eunuch slave free
And with docile compliance he followed the wife
Of his Master, now cuckold-to-be
He followed his Mistress, her disheartened pawn
With no reason to try and escape
A castrated gigolo’s income is gone—
Would he starve, for lost dignity’s sake?
It was also impossible for him to run
For his sutured crotch gave him a limp—
He was forced to accept his new life had begun
As her slave— naked, neutered, and gimp!
They entered the villa at Master’s command
To return to the scene of their crime
Master punished his wife with the back of his hand
And he spanked them both, one at a time!
The whole household watched as he vented his ire
All his servants, and slaves that he owned
His wife, he would keep! He had children to sire!
Until then, she would go without clothes!
With his second-rate Cock, fucking angry and cruel
He debased her and taught her a lesson
With a hateful ass-fucking, restoring his rule
He extracted from her a confession!
The eunuch stood watching in silence and shame
As the Nobleman reclaimed his spouse
Then the eunuch got bitch-slapped and ass-fucked the same
By the true Alpha Male of their house!
In a harsh demonstration of who reigns supreme—
As the Master bade everyone watch!
He was beaten relentlessly, anally reamed
Licking shit off his new Master’s Cock!
The wife served her husband as if but a slave
In obedience, under his boot
Fully naked, ashamed, ‘till the day he forgave—
As he promised, the day she bore fruit
The Pleb learned how to service his Master’s hot wife
As her Dickless and Cowed Pussy-licker
And a Castrated, Cock-sucking Cuckold for life—
For their Master, while other slaves snickered!
Their eunuch was never allowed to wear clothes
As their personal servant, kept naked
Ensuring the scar on his crotch always showed
Where his Manhood had been amputated!
He would pass the Best Girl every day in the halls
She would mock him with sarcastic trolling
She always pretended, he still had his Balls
To tease him with lustful cajoling
“Hey there Big Boy, how’s It hangin’ today?
I’ll give you a blow-job for free!
What? Your Cock and Balls turned into dog shit, they say?
You’re a eunuch? You can’t play with me?”
His freedom, for castrated servitude, swapped
As a gelded subservient thrall—
With a scar, to remind him how much That Fuck cost:
His career, ego, Cock, and both Balls!
As a footnote: The Master’s firstborn was a boy!
As he grew, all the household would gawk—
He inherited mother’s strong sexual joy
And a notably Whopping Huge Cock!
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