Nero - Appendix 1a (List of Characters)

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NERO

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Appendix Ia – Earlier & On-going Characters

In such a long saga such as ‘Nero’, with many characters mentioned, some
readers might encounter difficulty in remembering who is who. Consequently,
the re-teller of Bicilus’ autobiography proposes to reproduce this
alphabetical list from time to time, updated only to the end of the previous
posted chapter so as not to ruin the future storyline. Where individuals
possessed several parts to their names, they are listed in accordance with how
they were most commonly known, which often excludes ‘praenominis’ or ‘first
names’, e.g. Gaius Musonius Rufus is listed under Musonius Rufus. Those
mentioned in _italics_ in the ‘description’ column have their own individual
entries elsewhere.

This first character list is up-to-date as far as the end of chapter XLVI
(46).

(aka = also known as)

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Name

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Date of birth & (if yet known) death

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Description

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Achilleus

**

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11th Feb 42-?

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Son of the pirate, Peleus. Adopted by _Musonius Rufus_.

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Aemilia Lepida Minor

**

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Great granddaughter of Augustus. Widow of Marcus Junius Silanus Torquatus.
Daughters: _Junia Lepida_ & _Junia Calvina_. Sons: _Marcus Junius Silanus_ ,
_Lucius Junius Silanus_ & _Domitius Junius Silanus_.

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Agrippina

**, aka as Julia Agrippina or Agrippina the Younger

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15-?

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Niece & 4th wife of _Claudius_. The product, like her brother, the previous
Emperor, Gaius Caligula, & eldest & youngest sisters, Drusilla & Julia
Livilla, of the marriage of Claudius’ deceased brother, Germanicus, to
Agrippina the Elder, herself daughter of Augustus’ chief lieutenant, Agrippa.

First married by Tiberius to Gnaeus Domitius Ahenobarbus, brother of _Domitia
Lepida_ , making her an aunt, through marriage, as well as a cousin, of
_Messalina_. Marriage produced a son, Lucius Domitius Ahenobarbus, later known
as _Nero_. After being widowed, she married _Sallustius Paaienus Crispus_ ,
whom she then poisoned for his riches. Married _Claudius_ in 49 & began to
plot her own son’s succession to the Principate at the expense of her third
husband’s natural son, _Britannicus_.

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Anacletus

**

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39-?

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Germanian of the Chatti tribe. Surviving younger brother of _Axenius_. Twin of
_Axenia_.

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Andrew

**

|

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Member of the new Jewish ‘Christian’ sect. Brother of _Cephas_.

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Apollinus

**

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32-?

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Rhodian slave of _Caius Silius_ & then in Imperial service. Intimate of
_Bicilus_ & lover of _Petronius_ & later of _Rubellius Plautus_.

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Aquila

**

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Member of the new Jewish ‘Christian’ sect. Roman citizen & Jewish tentmaker.
Exiled with other Jews from Rome, settling in Corinth, where he hosted _Paul_
& _Timothy_. Husband of _Priscilla_.

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Arius

**, formerly Arminius

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41-?

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Germanian of the Chatti tribe. Bought as a slave boy & then adopted as his son
by _Axenius_.

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Arminius

**

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19 BC-?

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Germanian Chieftain of the Chatti tribe, responsible for the destruction in
the Teutoburger Forest in 9 AD of 3 Roman legions led by Varus. Grandfather of
_Axenius_ , _Anacletus_ & _Axenia_.

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Arviragus

**

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Cousin of _Caratacus_ & his replacement as King of the Britannian Catuvellauni
tribe.

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Athenodoros

**

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33-?

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Great athlete, of Roman extraction but mainly Greek lifestyle, from Aigion in
Achaea. Lover of _Melankomas_ of Caria.

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Axenia

**

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39-?

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Germanian of the Chatti tribe. Surviving younger sister of _Axenius_. Twin of
_Anacletus_.

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Axenius

**, aka Quintus Remmius Axenius after his adoption by Palaemon

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30-?

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Eunuch Germanian of the Chatti tribe. Grandson of _Arminius_ , lover, freedman
& heir of _Palaemon_ , brother of _Anacletus_ & _Axenia_ & adoptive father of
_Arius_. Later lover of _Pliny the Elder_.

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Barnabas

**

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Member of the new Jewish ‘Christian’ sect & early supporter & travelling
companion of _Paul_.

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Bicilus

**

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32-?

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Eunuch slave name of a Britannian of the Catuvellauni tribe. Autobiographer.

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Boudicca

**

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26-?

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Red-haired wife of the much older King Prasutagus of the Britannian Iceni
tribe, who gave birth to daughters in 44 & 46\.

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Britannicus

**, aka Tiberius Claudius Britannicus

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11th Feb 41-?

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Natural son of _Claudius_ from his marriage to Messalina. Younger brother of
_Octavia_. Close friend of _Titus_.

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Burrus

**, aka Sextus Afranius Burrus

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Equestrian who worked his way up through the service of Augustus’ widow,
Livia, and successors, Tiberius and Claudius. Ally of Agrippina, through whose
influence he became Praetorian Prefect in 51. Close to _Seneca the Younger_ &
occasional intimate of _Bicilus_.

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Caius Silius

**, or more properly Gaius Silius

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16-48

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Described as ‘the handsomest man in Rome’. First slave owner of _Bicilus_.
Executed for helping _Messalina_ launch an unsuccessful coup against
_Claudius_.

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Callistus

**

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Freedman of _Claudius_ , responsible for dealing with petitions & legal
matters. Grandfather of _Gaius Nymphidius Sabinus_.

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Caratacus

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Chief of the Britannian Catuvellauni tribe, son of Cunobelinus. Captured &
sent with his family to Rome, where Claudius spared their lives but compelled
them to remain in exile. Sons: _Cyllin_ , _Cynon_ & _Lleyn_. Daughters:
_Eurgain_ & _Gladys_.

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Cartimandua

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Queen of the Britannian Brigantes tribe that betrayed, at her instigation,
_Caratacus_ of the Catuvellauni to the Romans. Wife of King _Venutius_ , who
opposed the betrayal.

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Cephas

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Member of the new Jewish ‘Christian’ sect. Brother of _Andrew_. Moved to Rome
from Palestina in order to try to spread Jesus Christ’s dogma. Friend of
_Pomponia Graecina_ & saviour from squalor of _Nigerinus_ & _Suffuscus_.

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Claudia Antonia

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30-?

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Daughter of _Claudius_ from his second marriage to Aelia Paetina, which had
ended in a fairly amicable divorce.

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Claudius

**, aka Tiberius Claudius Drusus Nero Germanicus

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10 BC-?

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Grandson of Anthony, step-grandson of Augustus, nephew of Tiberius and uncle
to Gaius Caligula. Fourth Emperor of Rome.

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Corbulo

**, aka Gnaeus Domitius Corbulo

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Governor of Germania Inferior from 46.

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Cornutus

**, aka Lucius Annaeus Cornutus

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20-?

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Renowned teacher from Leptis Magna in Libya. Slave of Seneca the Elder but
freed in his will. Subsequent employee of _Palaemon_. Tutor of _Britannicus_ ,
as well as of _Persius_ , _Quintilianus_ , _Lucanus_ & _Helius_. Lover of
_Servius_.

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Crassus Frugi

**, aka Marcus Licinius Crassus Frugi

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d46

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Influential friend of _Claudius_. Killed because of the intriguing of
_Messalina_.

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Crispina

**

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31-?

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Estranged wife of _Caius Silius_ , who helped to betray his plot with
_Messalina_ to usurp _Claudius_.

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Cyllin

**

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41-?

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Britannian of the Catuvellauni tribe. A son of _Caratacus_.

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Cynon

**

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43-?

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Britannian of the Catuvellauni tribe. A son of _Caratacus_.

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Didius

**

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27-?

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Successful gladiator & assassin for _Agrippina_. Earlier suffered a malicious
penectomy when a legionnaire in Britannia.

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Domitia Lepida

**

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5 BC-?

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Mother of _Messalina_. Sister of the first husband, _Gnaeus Domitius
Ahenobarbus_ , of _Agrippina the Younger_ & therefore aunt of _Nero_.

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Domitianus

**, aka Titus Flavius Domitianus

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24th Oct 51-?

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Younger son of _Titus Flavius Vespasianus_ & brother of _Titus_.

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Doryphorus

**

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28-?

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Slave & intimate of the murdered freedman of _Claudius_ , _Polybius_. Later
freed to be assistant & intimate of _Narcissus_. Subsequently lover of his own
assistant, _Helius_ , with whom he forms the early secretariat of _Nero_.

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Epaphroditus

**

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32-?

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Personal slave of _Nero_.

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Eurgain

**

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38-?

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Britannian of the Catuvellauni tribe. A daughter of _Caratacus_.

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Faenius Rufus

**

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26-?

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Ally & lover of _Agrippina_.

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Faustus Cornelius Sulla Felix

**

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22-?

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Half-brother of _Messalina_.

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Galba

**, aka Servius Sulpicius Galba

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3 BC-?

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Favoured by Augustus, Tiberius, Caligula & _Claudius_ with various important
positions, including the governorship of Germania Superior. Intimate with
_Titus Vinius_.

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Gallio

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Brother of Seneca the Younger. Governor of Achaea in Greece.

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Gladys

**

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39-?

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Britannian of the Catuvellauni tribe. A daughter of _Caratacus_.

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Helius

**

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35-?

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Former Rhodian slave. Younger brother of _Apollinus_. Freed by _Palaemon_ to
join lover, _Doryphorus_ , in Imperial service.

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Hylas

**

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42-?

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Britannian slave of _Musonius Rufus_. Named after Hercules’ boy love. A
‘thlibias’ or ‘shattered’ eunuch.

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James

**

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Jesus Christ’s eldest brother. First Bishop of Jerusalem.

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Junia Calvina

**

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Daughter of _Aemilia Lepida Minor_ , sister of _Junia Lepida_ , _Marcus Junius
Silanus_ , _Lucius Junius Silanus_ & _Domitius Junius Silanus_.

Wife of _Aulus Vitellius_ but divorced after being falsely accused by him of
incest with her brother, _Lucius Junius Silanus_.

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Junia Lepida

**

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Daughter of _Aemilia Lepida Minor_ , sister of _Junia Calvina_ , _Marcus
Junius Silanus_ , _Lucius Junius Silanus_ & _Domitius Junius Silanus_.

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Kallikles

**

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28-?

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Corrupt athlete from Sidon.

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Lleyn

**

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42-?

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Britannian of the Catuvellauni tribe. A son of _Caratacus_.

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Lollia Paulina

**

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d49

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Former wife of Caligula. Executed as a result of the plotting of _Agrippina_.

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Lucanus

**, aka Marcus Annaeus Lucanus

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39-?

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From Corduba, capital of Baetica in southern Hispania. Nephew of _Seneca the
Younger_. Early companion of _Nero_. Later became pupil in Rome of _Cornutus_
& intimate with both _Persius_ & _Quintilianus_.

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Melankomas

**

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29-?

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Great boxer from Halicarnassus in Caria. Lover of _Athenodoros_.

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Messalina

**

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d48

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Third wife of _Claudius_. Empress from 41. Executed for unsuccessfully trying
with _Caius Silius_ to usurp her husband.

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Musonius Rufus

**, aka Gaius Musonius Rufus

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30-?

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Equestrian & philosopher from Volsinii. Pupil of _Palaemon_ , owner of the
slave boy, _Hylas_ , beloved of _Bicilus_ & adopter of _Achilleus_ & _Tyanus_.

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Narcissus

**

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Freedman secretary of _Claudius_ , across whose desk all official
correspondence passed, so making him responsible for oversight of much of the
Imperial bureaucracy. Helped foil the attempted coup of _Messalina_ in 48 &
subsequently opposed the ambitions of _Agrippina_ whilst supporting those of
_Britannicus_ , for which cause he enlisted the secret court help of _Bicilus_
, _Doryphorus_ & _Helius_. Occasional dinner host or guest of _Palaemon_ & his
friends. Possessed a fortune worth 400 million sestertii.

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Nero

**, aka Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, formerly known as Lucius
Domitius Ahenobarbus

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15th Dec 38-?

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Son of Gnaeus Domitius Ahenobarbus & _Agrippina the Younger._ After the
latter’s marriage to _Claudius_ , he was adopted by the Emperor & appointed
‘Principes Iuventatis’, or ‘first youth’. Pupil of _Seneca the Younger_ &
_Petronius_ & intimate friend of _Suffuscus_.

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Nerva

**, aka Marcus Cocceius Nerva

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35-?

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Son & grandson of famous eponymous lawyers. Close friend of _Rubellius
Plautus_ & lover of _Silius Italicus_.

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Nigerinus

**

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30-?

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Nullified black eunuch. Rescued by _Cephas_ from prostitution to become a
freedman of _Aulus Plautius_ & an undertaker.

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Nymphidius Sabinus

**, aka Gaius Nymphidius Sabinus

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39-?

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Product of an affair between _Gaius Caligula_ and _Nymphida_ , the daughter of
the Imperial freedman, Callistus.

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Octavia

**

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39-?

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Daughter of _Claudius_ & _Agrippina_. Elder sister of Britannicus. Betrothed
to _Lucius Junius Silanus_ until he was falsely accused of incest with his own
sister.

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Otho

**, aka Marcus Salvius Otho

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28th April 32-?

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From Ferentium in Etruria. Son of Lucius Salvius Otho, who earned praise &
advancement from _Claudius_ for unearthing a plot, & Albia Terentia. Married
to _Poppaea_.

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Palaemon

**, aka Quintus Remmius Palaemon

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d50

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Hugely successful & wealthy teacher despite the dislike of both Tiberius &
_Claudius_ for his early morals & supposed ostentatious lifestyle & arrogance.
Composed an important handbook on grammar & famous for introducing modern
Latin poets, such as Virgil, into school curricula. Tutor of _Musonius Rufus_
, _Persius_ & _Quintilianus_ , as well as briefly of _Britannicus_. Employer
of _Cornutus_ & acquaintance of _Narcissus._ Freed _Helius_ from slavery, plus
his own lover, _Axenius_ , who became his heir and guardian of his educational
achievements.

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Pallas

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Enormously wealthy freedman of _Claudius_ , responsible for financial matters,
including the operation of the state treasury, or ‘aerarium’. Earned the
alliance & sexual favours of _Agrippina_ by recommending to the Emperor that
she become Empress after the demise of _Messalina_.

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Paul

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1-?

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Originally part of the Jewish Diaspora living in the largely Greek city of
Tarsus in Cicilia. A Pharisee & Roman citizen who violently opposed the
nascent Jewish ‘Christian’ sect before undergoing a supposed miraculous
conversion. Held significantly different views to the creed’s leaders, based
in Jerusalem, such as Jesus’ brother, _James_ , many of whom had actually
known Christ. Nevertheless, he was allowed to spread his own version of the
faith, which became increasingly estranged from that espoused by the
leadership, & to seek converts from amongst the gentiles in the Hellenic &
Roman worlds. He was aided in the latter ambition by dropping the normal
Jewish requirement for circumcision & dietary restrictions. Accompanied in his
journeying by, amongst others, _Barnabas_ and then by _Timothy_.

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Peleus

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Pirate captain father of _Achilleus_. Eventually captured & crucified with his
crew.

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Persius

**, aka Aulus Persius Flaccus

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34-?

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Burgeoning stoic poet from Volaterrae in Etruria. Pupil of _Palaemon_ &
_Cornutus_. Friend of _Musonius Rufus_ & intimate with both _Quintilianus_ &
_Lucanus_.

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Petronius

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26-?

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Wit & writer, whose taste for the good life earned him the sobriquet of
‘elegentiae arbiter’ or ‘arbiter of elegance’. Estranged companion of _Titus
Vinius_. Friend of _Palaemon_ & early intimate of _Bicilus_ & _Apollinus_.
Teacher in creative writing of _Britannicus_ & _Nero_.

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Plautius

**, aka Aulus Plautius

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10 BC-?

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Close friend of _Claudius_. General responsible for overall control of the
successful invasion of Britannia in 43, subsequently becoming the new
province’s first Roman Governor. Husband of _Pomponia Graecina_ , natural
father of _Aulus Plautius Minor_ & adoptive father of _Suffuscus_.

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Plautius Minor

**, aka Aulus Plautius Minor

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43-?

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Natural son of _Aulus Plautius_ & _Pomponia Graecina_ & adoptive brother of
_Suffuscus_.

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Pliny the Elder

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24-?

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Equestrian soldier & polymath. Lover after _Palaemon_ of _Axenius_.

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Plutarchus

**, aka Lucius Mestrius Plutarchus

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40-?

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From the Boeotian town of Chaeronea. Met his intimate friend, _Tyanus_ , in
Delphi. _Musonius Rufus_ first interested him in history.

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Polybius

**

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d48

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Freedman of _Claudius_ , responsible for library & research matters. Killed
for allegedly trying to rape _Messalina_.

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Pomponia Graecina

**

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2-?

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Wife of _Aulus Plautius_ & friend of _Cephas_ , who awarded her the baptismal
name of ‘Lucina’. Natural mother of _Aulus Plautius Minor_. Helped to save
_Nigerinus_ from prostitution & her adoptive son, _Suffuscus_ , from
destitution.

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Poppaea Sabina

**

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33-?

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Wife of _Otho_. Granddaughter of the late Poppaeus Sabinus, who had been a
Consul and later gained triumphal insignia for campaigns in Thrace, as well as
being Governor of Moesia for a remarkable 2˝ decades.

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Posides

**

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Eunuch freedman of _Claudius_.

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Priscilla

**

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Wife of _Aquila_.

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Quintilianus

**

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34-?

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Trainee lawyer, with career aspirations also in education, from Calagurris on
the river Ebro in the district of Vascones in the province of Tarraconensis in
Hispania. Pupil of _Palaemon_ & _Cornutus_. Friend of _Musonius Rufus_ &
intimate with both _Persius_ & _Lucanus_.

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Rubellius Plautus

**

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33-?

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Great grandson of the Emperor Tiberius. Son of the younger sister of
_Agrippina_ , Julia Livilla, whose exile, for alleged adultery with _Seneca
the Younger_ , & then death were orchestrated by _Messalina_. Cousin of
_Nero_. Friend of _Nerva_ & _Silius Italicus_. Lover of _Apollinus_.

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Rufus Pudens Pudentius

**

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Very rich Roman half-brother, sharing the same mother, of _Paul_. An assistant
of _Aulus Plautius_ & friend of _Aquila_ & _Priscilla_.

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Sarapion

**

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15-?

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Stade champion at the 204th Olympiad in 37 & first full-time trainer of
_Athenodoros_.

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Scapula

**, aka Publius Ostorius Scapula

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2nd Roman Governor of Britannia. Captured _Caratacus_ & sent him & his family
to Rome.

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Seneca the Younger

**, aka Lucius Annaeus Seneca Minor

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4 BC-?

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Native of Corduba capital of Baetica in southern Hispania. Son of the
rhetorician of the same name and therefore termed ‘The Younger’. Uncle of
_Lucanus_. Returned from political exile by _Agripinna_ to become her
principal adviser & tutor to her son, _Nero_.

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Servius

**

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29-?

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Eunuch former galley slave. Slave of _Palaemon_ , freed to live with lover,
_Cornutus_.

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Silanus, Decimus Junius

**

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Third son of _Aemilia Lepida Minor_ , brother of _Junia Calvina_ , _Junia
Lepida_ , _Marcus Junius Silanus_ & _Lucius Junius Silanus_.

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Silanus, Lucius Junius

**

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26-?

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Secong son of _Aemilia Lepida Minor_ , brother of _Junia Calvina_ , _Junia
Lepida_ , _Marcus Junius Silanus_ & _Domitius Junius Silanus_. Betrothed to
_Octavia_ , daughter of _Claudius_. Falsely accused of incest with sister,
_Junia Calvina_ , & later committed suicide on the day that _Agrippina_
married _Claudius_.

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Silanus, Marcus Junius

**

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First son of _Aemilia Lepida Minor_ , brother of _Junia Calvina_ , _Junia
Lepida_ , _Lucius Junius Silanus_ & _Domitius Junius Silanus_.

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Silius Italicus

**, aka Tiberius Catius Asconius Silius Italicus

|

35-?

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Early companion of _Nero_. Later friend of _Rubellius Plautus_ & lover of
_Marcus Cocceius Nerva_.

**

Sribonia

**

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33-?

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Elder daughter of _Caius Silius_ &, with sister, _Tullia_ , first mistress of
_Bicilus_. Exiled to Africa after father’s execution.

**

Stachys

**

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35-?

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Converted as a youth into the new Jewish ‘Christian’ sect in Byzantium by
_Andrew_.

**

Suffuscus

**, aka Aulus

Plautius Suffuscus

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37-?

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Name assumed by the adopted son of _Aulus Plautius_ & _Pomponia Graecina_.
Adoptive brother of _Aulus Plautius Minor_. Originally rescued from
destitution by _Cephas_ , helped by a coin given by _Musonius Rufus_. Becomes
early intimate school-friend of _Nero_.

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Thomas

**

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4 BC-?

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Twin brother of Jesus Christ. Resident of Thyatira, Lydia, Asia Minor.

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Thrasea Plautus

**

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Noted stoic critic of the Principate as a form of government.

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Timothy

**

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31-?

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Travelling companion of _Paul_ , from Lystra, Lycaonia.

**

Titus Flavius Sabinus

**

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Elder brother of _Titus Flavius Vespasianus_. Like his brother, fought in the
invasion of Britannia in 43 but later became even more successful in Roman
politics.

**

Titus

**, aka Titus Flavius Vespasianus junior

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Dec 41-?

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Older son, born in a Roman slum tenement, of _Titus Flavius Vespasianus_ &
_Flavia Domitilla_. Brother of _Domitianus_. Best friend of _Britannicus_ , to
whom he is 10 months younger.

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Titus Vinius

**

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27-?

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Estranged companion of _Petronius_. Cause of the temporary enslavement of
_Bicilus_ on a galley. Intimate with _Galba_ , whose influence saved him from
a worse fate than exile for stealing one of the favourite cups of _Claudius_.

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Traianus

**, aka Marcus Ulpius Traianus

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30-?

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From Italica in Baetica in southern Hispania. Saved _Persius_ , _Quintilianus_
& _Lucanus_ from being raped by soldiers.

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Tullia

**

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35-?

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Younger daughter of _Caius Silius_ &, with sister, _Sribonia_ , first mistress
of _Biclius_. Exiled to Africa after father’s execution.

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Tyanus

**

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40-?

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Name, derived from original birthplace, afforded boy rescued from street
prostitution in Alexandria & adopted by _Musonius Rufus_. Intimate friend of
_Plutarchus_.

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Valerius Asiaticus

**

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Influential friend of _Claudius_. Forced to commit suicide because of the
intriguing of _Messalina_.

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Venutius

**

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King of the Britannian Brigantes tribe that betrayed, despite his opposition,
_Caratacus_ of the Catuvellauni to the Romans. Husband of Queen _Cartimandua_
, who advocated the betrayal.

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Vespasianus

**, aka Titus Flavius Vespasianus senior

|

9-?

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Roman general. The fortunes of his stolid rural paternal & maternal families
had been rising for some time, with centurions becoming tax collectors & then
bankers. He himself had been appointed both a Quaestor & an Aedile during the
reign of Caligula. However, his career really took off not long after the
birth of his first son, _Titus_ , thanks to the influence of his more
successful elder brother, _Titus Flavius Sabinus_ , & the friendship and
patronage of _Narcissus_. Subsequently served successfully in both Germania
and Britannia, taking part in over thirty battles and subduing the Isle of
Wight. It was his soldiers who were responsible for the capture of both
_Axenius_ & _Bicilus_. He was rewarded for his victories with triumphal
decorations and a substitute consulship, the latter being a great honour for
someone of such humble lineage, as it bestowed nobility.

Forced to adopt a rather low public profile after the marriage of _Claudius_
to _Agrippina_ because of his association with her rival, _Narcissus_.
Fathered a second son, _Domitianus_ , in 51. He retained a strong rural accent
throughout his life, which many other patricians considered uncouth.

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Vitellius

**, aka Aulus Vitellius

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5-?

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Scheming son of one of the one of the most fawning but successful friends of
_Claudius_ , Lucius Vitellius. Ally & lover of _Agrippina_. Nickname of
‘spintria’, or ‘sexual artiste’, earned for his debaucheries with Tiberius
when a boy. He carried his love of vice into adulthood.

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Keven Wins Again

Summary: She identifies weakness. Moves in. Wins

` Met Missy in 1979. She was 16. but, I couldn't resist. Later met Keven.
Somewhere around 1986. Well connected through her mother in Jr. league and the
like. She was quite legal. Though very domineering. Wound up being her room-
mate for a time and we knew each other's stories after a while. She knew about
Missy. Then years past after my time with Keven. I met Goldie around 1990,
also 16. That ended. Then next thing i know Keven is back in my home town.
Turns out her mother is best freinds with the female state legislator who
pushed through into law castration legislation. Keven is in heaven. She
manages to get me to agree to chemical castration. I submit. What a
difference. Next thing I knew I was in an aerobics class with Goldie and
Keven. Then, one day, while the "Supremes" blared out "The Happening," Missy
slides in next to me during the warm-up. I knew "surgical castration" was
next. And it was.

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`

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Stub is a good slave

Summary: A male (stubbed slave) services his master as trained

I knelt as instructed and found myself gazing at my masters erect
organ and thighs.

I loved his organ for it's throbbing power and I adored it for it's
pent up cruelty. Though I was male I would never know throbbing
erections again.I would know lust though and desire
hot , dark and unending. My master had removed my penis a year ago
and left me with balls so I would know ache and long agony for him.
He promised that he would teach me to love the ache between my legs
,as his power, and he promised that the ache and endless agony would
train me in deeper and deeper levels of slavery to him....he'd kept
the wondeful, awful promise.

Now naked and kneeling before his powerful thighs and erect organ I
heard his command.

"Stub ", his favorite name for me since my cutting, "please your
master".

His voice was full, husky with the cruel edge i loved so much.

I started as usual with the kiss of my respect on his organs head.I
then tasted his organ fully sliding it as deeply as I could into my
mouth. My balls ached sharply as I serviced him
with all the submission I could muster. My little stub - less than a
quarter of an inch - mimic'ed erection but it was the cruelest of
jokes. He came grabbing my head painfully by my hair
and as trained I swallowed him.

What was left over he rubbed on my face particularly in my nostrils
so the smell of him would torment me for hours.

I am conditioned to believe that the more I swallow of him the more
I'm enslaved. The taste of him and the smell of his maleness,
sweat and cum are the sweetest of my pleasures except for the gift he
gave me of never ending ache and agony.

 I've spent hours screaming passionate repitious sayings; hours in
his hypnosis and other of his mind control rituals incalculating the
belief system he desires for his slaves.

 I have done well with his training and he favors me with his
harshest most cruel attentions.

 I do love the ache....stub is a good slave.

 I now kneel with my knees spread as far apart as I can manage. I am
now upright kneeling spread this way.....I close my eyes and await my
master's kick between my legs. I must pay for the honor of pleasing
him....I wait aching between my legs with his smell and taste
adding to my sweet torture.

My scream, as he kicks me, is more of adoration than sharpest pain as
my master training continues.

Stub is a good slave.

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Punnishment For Adulterous Couple

PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, Clitoris Destruction

Summary: A pair of adulterous lovers caught in the act have their sex organs made incensitive. Their sex organs are pierced thousands of time using a power tool until they become totaly numb with scar tissue.

Donna and Greg had met each other at a convention. They were instantly
attracted to each other. This soon tuned into a torrid love afair, they met
when ever and where ever they could.

At first no one suspected anything. Gregs wife Pamela soon noticed a lack of
affection and Greg's defensiveness when asked why he was working late more and
more.

Donna had a sudden interest in new underwear and Woolworths brands were no
longer good enough. Her husdand David had no clue to what Donna was up to.

That all changed suddenly.

Smedley's Invesigations hired by Pamela had the dates, times, pictures and
video. Jack Smedley produced the evidence to Pamela on Friday and by Monday
had the identity of Donna and her husband Greg.

Jack Smedley contacted David by phone on Wednesday and was showing him the
pictures and video via internet by Thursday.

David met Pamela on Saturday and they followed Jack to the latest place where
Donna and Greg were meeting for sex.

They burst in to catch Donna riding Greg and at the point of orgasm. Donna
jumped off the bed even as spunk was still shooting out of Greg's cock.

Greg and Donna were handcuffed and dragged naked out of their love nest. They
were roughly bundled into a van and driven out of the city followed by Pamela
and David in Pamelas car. Soon they enter a driveway in a secluded part of
town and Greg and Donna are bundled inside. Greg is cuffed to a cross bar his
ankles are then shackled to the floor spread eagle fashion. Donna is then set
up the same on the opposite wall facing Greg.

Jack unpacts a power drill. Fitted into the power drill is a tool with a disc
set on a oblique angle so that when it rotated it wobbled on the shaft. Next
attached to this is a pad with 12 needles fitted into it. The wobble disc is
attached to the needle pad and the power drill started. The wobble dic rotates
rappidly and as it passes over the needles they push in and out.

Pamela takes the drill and pushes the needle pad against Greg's balls. She
turns on the drill and presses forward. The wobble disc rotates slowly and the
needles stab in and out of Greg's balls. Greg screams and blood bribbles down.
Pamela pushes the trigger all the way in and at full speed the needles are
going in and out at blurring speed. Gregs screams louder and when Pamela pulls
the drill back the balls are just a bloody mush with thousands of little
needle hole oozing blood. Pamela then presses the needle pad against Gregs
cock head and pressing hard on the trigger. The needles went in and out again
at blurring speed and thousands of needle holes cover his cock head. Pamela
reached out and rotated Gregs cock and pressed the needle pad against Gregs
phrenem and drove the drill hard again and thousands more little holes are
driven into it.

Gregs sex organ will never give orgasm again.

Now David takes the drill and holds the needle pad hard against Donna's clit
hood and prepared to start the drill. Donna begged and begged again but before
she could say another word David activated the drill and the needles drove
into Donna's hood and the clit hiding underneath. Her screams are deafening
Thousands of needles pierce her clit over and over as a trickle of blood
dribbes down her legs. David pulls the drill back and little spurts of blood
shoot out. Daved replaces the needle pad against her labia and operates the
drill again at full speed. Thousands of tiny pierceings all over her pussy
lips. Soon she is just wimpering and Daved witdraws the drill and watches the
blood dribbling onto the floor.

Greg and Donna are released and they slumped to the floor their sex organs
ruined. They never strayed again.

Pamela would feed Viagra and testosterone to Greg whenever she wanted sex but
Greg could never cum ever again.

Donnas clit and hood and labia had no feeling and David would take great
pleasure to ram his cock into her now very tight pussy three times a week.

If you are playing around STOP.

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Ooops

Summary: Man with an over developed sense of autoerotic play ends up short of time and parts

` This is partially based upon a true event. The location of the story, and
the part being asphyxiate have been changed. `

Washington DC:

Ken had a deep abiding interest in castration. He read everything he could
about the subject from actual castrations to sex reassignment. He was young,
with sandy hair and a firm, athletic body. It was assumed that he had a
girlfriend somewhere, though no one seemed too interested in finding out just
where. Certainly none of his constituents back home ever thought anything
about his lack of romantic entanglements- and so long as she did not turn up
dead or was not a member of the Mafia or a spy, no one cared at home.

Ken had never really had any interest in girls when he was younger. And being
attracted to boys has been sort of beaten out of him as a child. So, he had
his three ‘lovers'. Each one was something like a dentists chair. In the
center of two of the chair were dildos to stimulate his prostate, and in the
front was a device to castrate himself. Marcus had an iron grip in the form of
a motorized clamp. Lucius was very clingy with his little noose of wire that
could very easily cut through his scrotum and cords in a heart beat. And
lastly, there was Olivia with his tight little mouth to bite off his balls.
She was the most dangerous. He only went to her when he had been away a long
time from his lovers.

They were set up in a triangle, a set of monitors in the center showed him
what ever porno movie he wanted. And given that it had been such a long month
away from his lovers, he chose Olivia to do the honors that night. He stripped
out of his work clothes to reveal a pair of stockings and a garter-belt that
he always wore, hit the switch on the DVD and sat down. Olivia's metal mouth
engulfed his balls in their embrace. The blades would, when activated,
cauterize the wound. But it would never come to that. He set the timer for
five minuets. He would probably shoot a lot sooner. He stuck the little sensor
into the tip of his penis and activated the whole thing. He did not know
precisely how it worked, but his contacts on the black market assured him it
would work and it did.

When he came, the whole mechanism would shut down and he would be safe one
more time....

He watched as the two luscious lesbian women moved and sucked their way across
the screen. He was hard very quickly, but having problems concentrating on
either the screen or his erection. Minuets ticked by quickly. His dick felt no
closer to exploding. The timer wound below a minuet. Now it was a long stretch
of frantic pumping to get off in time. He practically slammed his penis and
could feel it getting a little raw. He gasped in triumph as finally the first
jet of semen shot out of the end of his penis and dislodged the sensor.
But....

At the same moment, he felt the heated jaws of Olivia snap shut. To his horror
he had been but a few seconds late.

Below him, he heard his balls splashing into the jar that would preserve them
forever.

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The lure.

STRAIGHT, WARNING, NULLIFICATION, implied snuff

I don't care if they live or bleed to death. I doubt many do live, after all,
I choose men who live alone. Harry was my forth victim. He was tall, quite fat
and had short brown hair. He lived. I met him on a website. He'd been dumped
recently and wanted a new girlfriend. I found a picture of myself and using
the miracle of photoshop changed me from a tall, tanned black haired girl to a
short white blond, with a small nose, white teeth and plucked eyebrows. I
thinned the lips, raised the brow, shortened the chin, and made the ears
smaller, and pierced. Then I posted it on a 'find true love' website. I said I
preferred men who lived alone in quite neighborhoods, as I had finished work
as a small time actress and wanted my privacy. I also said I lived in Atlanta,
though I live at the other side of America. Then I waited. I got a lot of
looks, but hey, who doesn't want to date a beautiful, single, actress. Then I
found Harry. He wanted to be a Captain and was training for it. His training
would soon be cut short by a long trip to the hospital. I went straight to his
apartment for the first date. I dressed in slutty clothes and a blond wig, so
I wouldn't be recognized and stepped into his apartment. I lied and told Harry
that I'd been to the beach, to get my tan. He smiled and the horror he would
face began.

"Are you a virgin?" I asked

"Yeah." He replied. I felt in his pants.

"Oh. Large one." I whispered.

He then pulled me into the bedroom and lay me on the bed. I pulled off his
trousers and underwear and began to suck his dick. It wasn't large, it was
small enough to fit in my mouth, balls and all. Then I bit down. Harder and
Harder. Then he cried out and fainted as I bit it in two. Blood spurted out. I
gave him a sleeping pill and went round the house to wipe away the
fingerprints and marks on the carpet. My sister runs a prostitution business
and I rang her number, told her it was done. I then left an advert for her
business on the sideboard, making sure Harry's fingerprints on it. Then I
picked up everything I had. When I checked the clock. It was 3:30 in the
morning. I put the wig back on and put the clock ahead an hour and then
smashed it on the way out. Left no fingerprints again and left. I looked like
a prostitute. Then I left. I was never there.

A slut was.

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Amazon Series: Part V -- Nutcracker (Amazon City Ancient History Museum)

Summary: Instruments to torture and crush balls used by the Amazons

Introduction Panel

The nutcracker was invented during the Gender War Period, when the
male rebellion crushed by their balls.  Most historians agree that
soldiers of the 17th Scout Company invented the device.  They used it
to interrogate prisoners, both in reconnaissance behind enemy lines
and in camp.  The original nutcracker was a simple pair of pliers,
made of wood or metal, with a small cup at the crushing end to hold
the balls.  Within a year of its invention, the nutcracker became a
fashion in the Amazonia Army.  Every soldier and officer had one and
carried it all the time.  Nutcrackers were made of precious metal and
decorated with jewels.  The pliers shape was retained.  But length
and sizes differ greatly.  Strictly speaking, many are jewelry, not
nutcrackers.  Due to their sizes and shapes, it would be very
difficult to use them to crack a male’s nuts.

The original design was the One-Cup Version.  Both nuts were put in
the cup and crushed.  The Two-Cup Version, with one cup for each nut,
was invented in the Post War Period.  All existing Two-Cup
nutcrackers are expensive and highly decorated.

This collection include only those that can function as nutcrackers.
Every item in this collection had been used to crack nuts.  From the
earliest days of the nutcrackers, the practice was to cut off the
cock after crushing the nuts.

Exhibit A – Original Nutcracker

This iron nutcracker is from the 17th Scout Company of the Gender War
Period.  It is an object of tremendous historical value.  The scratch
marks indicates that it saw extensive service in the field, such as
interrogation of prisoners during reconnaissance behind enemy lines.
Historical records show that this was an extremely effective tool of
interrogation. Merely putting their balls in the cup was enough to
make captives talk. Captured males often told all even before the
handles were squeezed.  The short handle means that the solder and
her captive had close physical contact during interrogation.  The
captive was often aroused.

Exhibit B – Nutcracker for Sex Slaves

This silver nutcracker is from the period immediately following the
Gender War Period.  In shape and sizes, it closely resembles the
Original Nutcracker.  The metal bar between the handles is a safety
feature.  It prevents the cup from closing totally and crushing the
balls.  This feature appeared only in nutcrackers of the Post War
Period, when nutcrackers were used in S&M; sex.  The metal bar is
adjustable, allowing the mistress to control the limit of the squeeze
and thus the pain.  The adjustable bar is a feature of expensive
nutcrackers.  Cheap one tend to have fixed bars.  The bar is
removable, allowing the mistress to crack the nuts.  The exquisite
details and etching of this nutcracker indicates that the owner was a
high ranking officer or priestess.  The screw was almost in mint
condition, indicating that it was rarely used.

Exhibit C – Nutcracker for Sacrifice

The West Mountain Region, homeland of the 17th Scout Company, adopted
the use of nutcrackers in the Annual Sacrifice Ceremony after the
war.  It was the only region where this practice flourished.  During
the Annual Sacrifice, balls were crushed before they were cut off,
with the cock.  This practice lasted almost eighty years before it
was gradually abandoned.  The reason was that too many priestesses
were aroused.  Some dragged the ceremony on while others cut it short
to make love in their chamber.  Gold cups were used only for the
later period.  The style of this item indicates that it was made in
the later period, just before the practice faded.

Exhibit D – Tiny One-Cup Nutcracker

This exquisite platinum nutcracker was designed by High Priestess
Elaina from the West Mountain Region.  It was produced by the famous
artist Michelle S., who was Elaina’s lover for three years.  The
unique feature of this nutcracker is the small size of the cup.  Only
one nut can be cracked at a time.  Both Elaina and Michelle S. were
bisexual who enjoyed S&M; sex.  One of them would mount a slave while
the other used the nutcracker on him.  Cracking one nut at a time
allowed them to use the slave twice.  They could both enjoy mounting
and riding the slave when his ball was crushed.

Exhibit E – Nutcracker Machine

During the immediate post Gender War Period, individual male
rebellion still took place.  Rebelling males, if not captured
immediately, always raped their mistresses.  Rebel rapists often had
their balls tortured before execution by castration.  The prisoner
was tied to a bench, his nuts put in the iron cup.  A bucket was put
on the wooden platform.  Water was then poured in.  The adjustable
spring mechanism balanced the weight of the bucket perfectly.  Only
the weight of the water was on the nuts.  The executioner adjusted
the force on the nuts by adding and removing water from the bucket.
Usually, after a day or two, water was allowed to drip into the
bucket until the nuts were cracked.   Only five machines of this type
are known to exist.


At the Y 2

Summary: Inside info on the Roulette games at the Y

Hi my names Mary, and I just thought I give you the inside scoop
about the Roulette game we have at the Y every saterday night.

The truth is we run the game. Us women you know. Not many of you
guys seem to suspect it but we do. Wives, girl friends, sisters,
mothers, all off us. The whole idea was ours.

The whole thing is really just a way of getting even, you see.
You fellows aren't quiet a smart as you'd like to believe. We talk.
We know a lot more about your doings then you'd think. We know who
is cheating on his woman, who beats their wife, who the rapists are
and a lot more.

Well, anyway we came up with this game to punish those men who
missed behaved. You'd think it was random luck wouldn't you? but it's
not. We know who is sitting where, and do are best to ensure
that the "loser" gets his!!!

The Other night when you say that father and son get it? Well you
wouldn't know this, but they were takeing turns with daughter of that
family. So I guess we put and end to their fun now didn't we?

Any way here is what we normally do with the gonads once they
are cut off.  The wife/girl friend is usually allowed to take them
and do with them as she sees fit. Some just throw them away, others
keep them. I know one lady who had them made into a necklace, and
another who keeps them in a jar. Every once in a while the brings
them and taunts her husband with it.

If the woman doesn't want them, we store them away in a freezer,
and when there are enough, we usually call for a "girls night". Then
we have a nice little party, where they make some pretty tasty
snacks. You'd be surprised at the number of delightful dishes they
can be used in!!.

Oh, and of course there are on occassion a night where we have
no specific victim in mind, and then we just do it randomly, but it's
not nearly as rewarding...

The otherday one of the girls suggested a special night, where
we nut 49 of the players, and leave only one guy whole. Now just
think how lucky he would feel.

But the most amazing thing of it is this, the men play the game
all on their own. Who would have thought tht they'd be lineing up
50 at a time, just to risk their balls. Men are so silly!


Brief

Summary: Short story.

` A very well dressed matron walked into the farm supply store, purse and
manila envelop in her hands. `

The storeowner walked over to her and asked: “Can I help you madam?”

“Why yes, you can, what kind of tools do you have for castrating.”

“What kind of an animal are you going to geld?"

“My husband.”

“Madam, you can’t do that it’s against the law and inhumane to boot.”

Without a word the woman opened the manila envelope and displayed a series of
pictures showing her husband and the storeowners young wife in various
compromising positions sans clothes.

“Ah yes I see the need now to have this violent stud altered, right over on
this counter. In this instance I would recommend a banding tool and a very
sharp gelding knife.

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Loida's Revenge

Summary: I fantasized about Loida trying to bite off my penis. I enticed her to my apartment for the erotic act to occur. She left my blood in her mouth and my cock was scarred.

` He and Loida shared contempt for one another. They had enjoyed brief passion
and affection. He hated her because she had not consummated the relationship.
She had broken faith. He was vindictive and humiliated her with cards he
mailed to her with lewd remarks and unthinkable slurs. She came to hate him
more than any man she had hated before. He began to fantasize about having her
come over and trying to bite off his penis. He needed time to nurture courage
and develop a plan. One day after drinking several margaritas he called her.
She new almost immediately it was he. She wanted to hang up the phone. He told
her he wanted to give her a chance to be vindictive. Initially she was
incredulous. Deep down though she was intrigued, she never had an opportunity
to inflict revenge on men the way she desired and held in contempt. She
remembered how much she hated him. Here was an opportunity for her to act upon
her hatred and contempt. She asked about how he thought up the idea. How did
she expect him to do it? Where? How could she trust him? She was reluctant to
do it in her house; her mother lived with her in the house. She knew it would
make a mess and even a scene. He told her they could do it in his apartment.
She reluctantly agreed. They planned it for that Friday night. `

He was agitated and distracted that day. He could not wait to get home. She
would come over @ 9pm. He waited eagerly and impatiently at home. He had
already drunk one bottle of wine to reduce fear and pain, which was
inevitable.

She ringed his buzzer, he could not believe it. He let her up to the
apartment. She rang the bell. He opened the door. She looked as beautiful as
ever. Her mouth was glistening with glossy lipstick. She snarled slightly, but
then feigned a smile instead. He let her in. She took off her jacket. Neither
of them felt comfortable having a conversation. She was nervous but
determined. He was nervous but excited. She didn't want to undress. Nor did
she want him to undress. Her was dressed in a pair of gym shorts. She had a
blouse and pair of jeans on. She brought with her an old shirt- she knew there
might be blood. She had her hair back. She asked where he wanted her to do it.
They decided on the extra bedroom. They walked in. He put a towel on the
floor. They decided that he would sit down in a chair. She kneeled down. He
lowered his gym shorts and underwear. He was having a full erection. To show
in part her contempt she wore a pair of hospital gloves. She did not want her
hands to touch his penis. Her face was known drawing close. He could fell her
warmth. She led his penis firmly and opened her mouth. He could see her
luscious lips and glistening white teeth and barely caught a glimpse of her
tongue. He saw her head draw close. She held his penis firmly and brought her
head and mouth closer. Soon her mouth wide open covered the head and shaft of
his penis. It was warm, he felt her moist breath, and then, he felt her
incisors clamp down on his shaft. The pain was intense, but so was the
pleasure. She didn't move she bit down as hard as she could. It was hard for
her to gnaw on it because of the awkward position. He felt her incisors break
through the skin. There was blood oozing it the site of the biting. He could
barely feel her tongue on the undersurface. Her teeth were clinched and her
lips rose. As hard as she bit she could not bite through his penis.

She then shifted her molars over the shaft and tried to gnaw at the shaft. He
saw her move her head, her lips relaxed and he felt them gently touch his
shaft. He felt more of the tongue, which she could not retract. But the pain
from the bite overwhemled the wet soft surface of her tongue. She sensed the
blood oozing form the shaft bite. The skin was tearing but she could not bite
all the way through. Her jaw was weakening, she gradually weakened her bite.
She could now sense the blood in her mouth and blood was tracking down the
shaft of the penis and down her lip and chin and dripping onto the towel on
the floor. She tried pulling the shaft away with her bite now gripped again by
the incisors. They penis stretched somewhat and the blood kept oozing. She did
tear away some of the skin and made a gash in the shaft exposing the caverosa.
The dorsal vein of the penis now flowed blood where it had been punctured by
her canines. She shifted to bite more with her canines on her right. He felt
the puncture further into the cavernosum. He was losing his erection, as the
penis shrunk she renewed her clinched bite and the incisors gauged deeper. It
seemed as though she were now through the fibrous tissue and down to the
urethra, but he couldn't tell. She began to strangely feel remorse and disgust
at herself. She loosened her grip and pulled away. She looked at his penis.
There was blood over the shaft. They top and bottom had deep teeth
lacerations. His penis though was not bit off. There was a faint glistening of
saliva on the glans, quickly covered by the oozing blood. She got up, washed
her face, rinsed her mouth and proceeded to leave. She told him she wished she
could have bitten it off. She was happy though that his penis would be
scarred. She said let us try it again next week. He looked a t his penis; he
rinsed off the blood and saw the deep bite lacerations that would be there
forever.

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Human Male Gonad Plant - Before the Harvest - Part 4

Summary: Sam Sloan is a Human Male Gonad Plant who has to sacrifice his cock, balls and sack every four years for the sake of medical science. Then a regeneration seed is implanted in him and his sex organs slowly grow back only to be harvested again. This is the story of his third harvest and the strange twist of events that changed his life forever.

Part 4 - Human Male Gonad Plant: Before the Harvest

I awaken with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. The day is
here. A day filled with excruciating pain, as I lose my cock, balls
and sack. Though this is my third harvest, it isn't any easier then
before. I know now what to expect and knowing makes it all the
worst. Words cannot describe what I will experience.

I got the routine down thoroughly. Take a long shower and then
shave my groin area. Of course, someone at the harvest clinic will
shave me again with a surgical razor but I have to get the rough
hair removed. Oh, then take several Fleets enemas until my bowels
are clear as the day I was born. They don’t like Gonad Plants
shitting all over the place if they lose bowel control during the
harvest.

I stand naked in front of the bathroom mirror fondling my cock and
balls. They are so great. Perfect proportions. As I examine myself
my cock hardens.

Jerry enters the bathroom. We had fantastic sex the last couple
days. Since the good doctor explained that no more semen tests will
be given, I have been able to share my hot creamy cum with my
friend. And he has loved every drop of it. The first load I gave
him was in his hot ass. I must have drained a gallon inside him.
Some actually trickled out as I pulled my cock out of him. And he
had cum the same time I pumped him full.

Ah, Jerry stands behind me reaching around fondling my low hanging
balls and taut dick. His crotch is pressed up against my ass. Now
he is stroking it with his special touch.

"Joe," he says, "I want to prep you this morning. Shave you and
give you those damn enemas. I want to be as much a part of this
fucking harvest as possible."

Smiling I reply, "Only if you suck my dick dry."

"Need you even wonder?" my good friend responds, "your cock is
going to be my treat for a long as time allows. I want to drink
every ounce of cum from your body. Have a problem with that?" he
asks smiling.

As we head towards the bed I ask in a very serious tone of
voice, "Jerry, you are going to be there with me today and do the
final cut and snip?"

Without hesitating he responds, "Not my favorite thing, but for
you, yes. I will do what you want me to."

A tremendous wave of relief rolls over me. I just need him to do
that. Don't need some idiot medical student taking my package
without any emotion either good or bad.

Laying on edge of bed with legs spread apart feet resting on bed
rail. Gawd, he is sucking on my balls. He holds the right one in
his mouth. Feel his tongue caressing it like a lover's hand. His
right hand strokes my hard shaft as his left index and middle
finger ease up inside my asshole and begin to press on my prostate.
Not taking long this time! Cock is throbbing as I feel my sperm
move up my shaft. Jerry pops my ball out of his mouth and holds my
dick in front of his face until the first spurt. He opens his mouth
and I jet my jism into his mouth. He takes my cockhead now and lets
me flow over his wet hungry tongue. I hear a soft moan as he holds
my load in his mouth before swallowing it.

Now he is lifting my balls and reaching my asshole with his cum
coated tongue. Oh! Gawd! Feels so fucking good as he rims me and
probes me. Dick staying hard as he continues ministering to my
brown pucker hole. Feel another cum stirring.

"Fuck, ride my hard cock!" I cry out. I hold it in as I get on my
back on the bed. Jerry crawls on top of me and directs my dick to
his ass. I slide easily inside him because my meat is still coated
with his saliva and some of my remaining cum.

Jerry throws his head back as he fucks my cock with his tight ass.
I explode another huge wad deep into his bowels and his load shoots
all over my face, chest and stomach. It amazes me how much cum this
guy can pump out. I wipe some of his spunk off my face and chest
with my fingers and offer it to him. He eagerly accepts it licking
my fingers clean. He is now licking his cum off my body.

"Damn, I love to feel your cum running out of my ass!" he exclaims
smiling ear to ear, "I'm going to miss that so much!" He starts to
cry. I hold him and let him release his sense of impending loss.
What a special friend I have here.

I know the few hours I have, as a man, will pass quickly. But going
to enjoy them as much as humanly possible.

(Continued as Part 5 - Human Male Gonad Plant - The Harvest)


Last Arousal

Summary: True story of a Thai man who had two women on the go and lost \'everything\'....

` From the ANanova site, filed 17-02-2002. `

WIFE CUT OFF HUSBAND'S PENIS AND TESTICLES OVER AFFAIR

A Thai woman has allegedly cut off her husband's penis and testicles after
discovering he was having an affair.

Police say Ubon Pitiano struck with a kitchen knife after arousing him in
their bedroom and threw his severed genitals into a neighbouring banana
garden.

Doctors have been anable to attach Asis Pitiano's manhood.

Police claim his 33-year old wife has confessed to the attack at the couple's
home in Yala, saying she was upset her husband had lost interest in her.

When she discovered he was having an affair with a Malaysian woman she planned
to get her rvenge, police allege.

Reporters from the Thai Rath newspaper tried to speak to Mr Pitiano, but
doctors said he is too distressed and is receiving counselling.

* * *


Thecia's Fantasy

Summary: Just as the title suggests..Thecia\'s Fantasy. This story is mostly fiction and not for minors. As always I welcome coal and gold miners.

Thecia's Fantasy

I’m a 30 year old, female "cutter". I live and work in the southwest part of
the US. I do most of my "cutting" in Mexico now. Law enforcement became
interested in my support network a few months ago and I decided, discretion
being the better part of valor, to only cut in Mexico from now on.

I’ve been e mailing with a guy I’ll call JM for some time now. He has an
underlying need to be cut. He’s not sure of this, but I am. I’ve seen many
like him before.

From here on the story is fiction.

I’ve arranged to meet JM in Eagle Pass, TX. for the trip together to Mexico.
My friend and sometimes co-worker, Jill is with us. She is there at JM’s
request. He only knows her from my stories here on EA.

We stayed in a local motel that night. His only request is that we severely
tax his stamina before I take his manhood. Jill and I are up for the task. So,
Apparently is JM. His bulge shows in his Levi’s , this is even before we enter
the room. I had seen many photos of his "equipment" prior to this, but here
and unwrapped it was still impressive. Especially his ripe full balls.

JM was very much into his balls. I had seen pictures of him hefting a 45-pound
Olympic weight with only a clothesline and his impressive set.

He liked them and was proud of them.

Jill began by opening her blouse a little and giving him a slow warm kiss. I
sat cross-legged on the bed behind him and rubbed his back and neck. I let my
warm breath caress his neck.

By the way, this was defiantly not part of my service. I had grown quite fond
of JM and wanted to make his last sexual encounter into a man’s greatest
fantasy. Or at least the best that I knew how to give.

Jill, who is always up for a new game, went along with me.

Our intention was to drain him completely. Exhaust him and let him go to sleep
with a smile on his face. We fulfilled our plan, although he also held his
own. Jill and I were both very well sated.

In the morning, he drove his own car to Mexico. Jill and I went in her
hatchback. I had made arrangements for the use of the clinic room as I always
did. This was to be a little more complicated than usual because, at JM’s
request, the whole sac was to come off.

I was dressed in jeans with a light blue halter-top and Jill had short shorts
and a very brief white halter-top. Her more than ample breasts testing the
seams on the cotton material. I usually wear a white lab coat when I cut, but
this time we were going to add to his pleasure. He had won a spot in my heart,
so I wanted this to be perfect.

I looked him in the eye and said, "I’m going to cut your balls off". Like a
signal his nice thick cock sprung to attention. This happens often to men who
know that they are about to be "Cut."

Jill and I undressed him together. Gently touching his body as we did. When we
unwrapped his equipment, that cock was still in the most erect position and
his big balls hung low from the Mexican heat. We had shaved him carefully the
night before, so he was almost ready.

As I laid out my instruments, Jill worked herself out of her tight shorts, the
halter was next. I’m always impressed with Jill’s body. She intimidates me a
little. In fact I feel like a boy next to her. I’m told that I have a great
body, but there is something about her 5’ 8" frame and hourglass figure that
just draws eyes to her, both men and women. Despite this, JM’s eyes stayed on
me. He followed me as I went about my business. I could feel the lust and need
emitting from him.

As I had promised him we began to make his fantasy come true. Jill slipped her
lips over his substantial cock. Slowly working him. I slipped out of my top
about then. Jill climbed up on top of the table and straddled him with her
dancers thighs. She lowered her neatly trimmed pussy down gently onto his
lips. I took over on his erection. Slowly working him. I gently mouthed his
hanging balls and ran my tongue up and down his rock hard shaft.

As I handled his big balls, I reached for and loaded my elastrator. Slipping
the rubber restrictor onto the jaws of the device, I applied three dabs of
instant glue to the rubber band and worked it over his bulging sac. The glue
was to keep the band from moving after the cut.

All the while I kept returning to his raging hard on. Licking it and sucking
on it. As the second band found it’s position I tossed the elastrator aside
and felt for my cutter. I would use a shear that I had used before rather than
my scalpel.

I could feel his cock harden and its large helmet widen. He was almost there.
His balls would have tightened at this time but for the heavy bands. I
positioned the big shear around his now purple sac.

I felt the first tiny spurt and I tensed. The second massive spurt filled my
mouth to overflowing. Each shot seemed to be more, massive amounts just
pouring from his shaft. After what seemed like the hundredth spurt…really
maybe sixth or seventh. The huge flood of cum ebbed.

As the very last little drop came out I brought my hands together on the
handles of the shear. His big, plum like balls hit the table as an over ripe
fruit would. I’ll never forget the noise they made. Sort of a ker plop. The
bands held and there was very little bleeding.

Jill told me later, with a wink, that she thought JM had broken her cummer.
She had lost count after ten orgasms. I remember looking at his face only to
see it covered with Jill’s juices.

From there the story was routine. I tended the wound and washed the removed
package in alcohol and put the newly severed nuts into a formaldehyde filled
peanut butter jar.

JM stayed in Mexico for two days to recover. Jill and I went home the
following day. I still have his balls and they still are an impressive set.

Respectfully submitted,

Thecia

* * *


Blood Rose - The Python (part 1)

STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, Straight, Lesbian, Bi, Ballbusting, Castration

Summary:
INTRODUCTION:

Welcome to the world of Blood Rose, a most deadly female assassin with ballbusting
and femdom tendancies. The story of Blood Rose is ever expanding and as more stories
continue to be published, the more we shall know of Blood Rose and her past from
early childhood to her days as a contract killer. I hope you enjoy reading this
particular chapter entitled 'The Python'. This chapter is the lead up to part 2 of
'The Python' and focuses on getting to know Blood Rose and Boots, as well as some
information on The Python himself.

Thanks for reading and drop me a line some time at: bustednuts69@hotmail.com

` `

Rose lay sprawled over the worn old couch in her dimly lit apartment. The loud
noises of the busy New York overshadowed that of the television set. Thunder
and lightning lashed outside in the stormy weather, the light excentuating
Roses large,
rounded breasts which lay relaxed against her chest, nipples protruding
slightly due to the room temperature given off by the air conditioner. Pouty
young lips were at easy and her beautiful green eyes hidden by sleep depriven
eyelids. Her hair fell
across her face. It was about shoulder length, parted down the middle and dyed
red as the blood of her many victims. Although you wouldn't know it by
looking, Rose was an assassin, or contract killer as she prefered to be known,
under the alias of Blood Rose. Little know Rose's true identity of that when
she was but a small child, nor what lead her into the business. She was a
mysterious and sexy woman. A dark horse. And, although amongst the most deadly
of women in the industry, her apartment was a dump. Used pizza boxes lay
accross the floor, a tea stained couch, small television set and little other
furnishings could be found amongst the cheap, dark
bricked complex.

Knock, knock, knock!

Rose's eyes lit up and she sprung to life. Bare breasted and dressed only in
her underpants she rolled off the couch and reached for her pistol. She slowly
made her way to the door, on alert for any unwanted visitors. Her exposed,
slender legs and smooth thighs moved slowly as she crept up closer to her
apartment door.

Knock, knock, knock, knock!

This time quicker and more violently. Then she heard a familiar voice...

"Rose!" came a muffled voice from the other side of the door, "Rose its Boots,
open up, please!"

Her cries sounded distressed and desperate. Rose immediately let loose and lay
down her weapon. She opened the door and her old friend Boots entered the
room, teary eyed. Boots was an african-american woman, one of Blood Rose's
closest friends. She wandered over to the couch and slumped down, her perky,
black breasts jiggled as she did so. Boots was dressed in a tank top and mini
skirt stretching around her large thighs, underneath her large trench coat.
She was soaked through and through, and had mud all over her knee high leather
boots, as to which may have brought about her nickname Boots. Boots did not
belong to the industry of contract killing, but rather that of a prostitute.
More precisely, a femme. She was not paid for sex, but to deal punishment on
men which they found sexually arrousing. She sat their sobbing in the palms of
her hands.

"What's the matter Boot's?" asked Rose, concerned for her friend as she sat
down next to her. She put her arm around Boots' neck, her naked breasts
pressing against Boots' smooth, wet skin.

"You were the only one I could... I could talk to" her face rose from her
hands, with teary, red eyes.

"What about Terry?" Rose inquired.

"I divorced that mother fucker two years ago! I caught him sleeping with some
little blonde-girl tramp!"

"That bastard... why didn't you come to me sooner?"

"Couldn't" Sobbed Boots, "I'd been serving a two year jail sentence in London
for grevious bodily harm... I took the liberty of castrating that cheating
prick."

"Serves that wanker right for what he did to you... but what's wrong now?"
Rose asked.

Boots' reply was blunt. "The Python."

"The Python?!" exclaimed Rose.

"You know of him, right?"

"He's amongst the largest of drug lords in New York... famous for the size of
his dick around these parts, hence the name." Rose spoke in spite, "Fucking
men will do anything to inflate their ego's. Why do you mention hi-"

She suddenly stopped there and remembered one more thing about The Python.
She'd heard about it off the street and read it everywhere... the strings of
rape victims that all lead back to him. He'd managed to get past the courts on
all three times he was dragged in. He had both the Jury and the Judge bribed
with hefty sums of money, cheating the system and successfully at that. Rose
stared into Boots' eyes and suddenly realised the truth.

She'd been raped.

"He... he didn't" Rose stammered.

Boots began to tear up and managed to nod her head before burying herself in
Roses arms, using her soft bosoms as refuge from the world. Rose merely lay
back in shock, comforting her friend. So much had happened since they'd last
seen each other... It was a shock to hear the news.The night dragged on, Boots
explaining how and where it had happened. Aparently she had been called in as
The Python's femme for the night. However, upon arriving two of The Python's
men drew their guns and made her strip down and let the bastard have his way
with her. Rose offered Boots some coffee and the two talked long into the
stormy night.

They soon awoke the next morning, atop of one another. Boots was a bi-sexual
and was very comfortable amongst the contact of other women, as was Rose,
being a lesbian. Rose would often use sexual tactics against some of her
victims as a 'cock tease', but never enjoyed sex with other men. Boots' face
was buried amongst Rose's cleavage, napping quietly upon her soft chest
pillows. Her thighs and legs were wrapped around one anothers, entangled
together. Boots' maskara had run onto a small portion of roses breast from the
crying she had been doing the previous night. Rose soon awoke from her slumber
and slowly edged her way out from underneath Boots, trying to allow her to
sleep for as long as possible. She covered her with a small blanket that lay
sprawled across the floor and went to fix herself a coffee whilst pulling her
black panties out of her perky, perfect ass. Whilst the kettle boiled, Rose
put a shirt over the top of her lovely honeys, covering them from the eyes of
civilians down below in her large windowed apartment.

As she sat and drank her morning brew, Rose began to think of the events told
by Boots that night, her run in with The Python and all the trauma she must of
gone through. She decided then and there that she would put an end to it all,
and seek justice for her friend Boots.

Rose would soon dismember one of New York's leading drug lords,
The Python.

**_TO BE CONTINUED IN "Blood Rose - The Python (part2)"_**

* * *


Cement Cock Ring

Summary: Fucking around with the wife of the local crime boss cums at a high price.

` Cement Cock Ring `

by Allen Baker

At least, that's what Manny's goons called it. A cement cock ring. I called it
the end of my life as a man.

It was diabolically simple enough. A five gallon plastic tub with a small hole
cut in the side. Small enough that it hurt like hell when they forced my balls
and cock through. Small enough that I couldn't struggle to retrieve them
without the use of my hands, and they were bound behind me. Then they reached
in an forced a two-inch leather ball stretcher onto the neck of my sack,
forcing my nuts to the very pit of their pouch. So there I sat with my legs
curled around the plastic tub as I watched in horror as the two burly guys
mixed a wheelbarrow full of cement.

I had to just sit there and shout around my gag as they filled the tub with
the heavy mixture. I felt and saw it plop into the tub as they poked and
shoved it with a stick to remove any air pockets. It sloshed up and around my
cock and balls. As the bucket filled I groaned with the increased weight
pressing down on my nuts. A sickness grew in the pit of my groin with the
unrelenting pressure. I passed out.

Somewhere in my dream filled unconscious, I was again with Janice, Manny's
wife. I was dicking her again as she squirmed under me. She shrieked out in
her excitement, just as the goons stormed into the bedroom and hauled my naked
ass off her, interrupting my nearing climax. Her screaming mingled with my own
as I came to and again felt the extreme pain in my balls. My shouts were
ignored.

The cement had hardened. The goons were attaching a hoist to the metal ring
embedded in the center of the cement. I soon had to struggle to my feet to
keep from being suspended by my nuts. They moved the cement and me to the back
of a pickup and tied down a tarpaulin as cover. Chicago's winters are brutal.
It was freezing out, and my teeth soon chattered. I found grim humor in the
fact that the only warm parts of my body were those surrounded by the still
curing cement.

It wasn't a long ride to Manny's boat docked on Lake Michigan. I was soon
shivering on the open deck of the small yacht as we headed out into the open
water. I had no illusions as to my fate. Manny had the reputation of being the
most cruel of the Windy City's mafia crowd. I had known that even before I'd
first fucked his woman. But at the time, her allure had convinced me it was
worth it. Now I knew better.

All too soon, the captain killed the motor, and we drifted in the dawn's mist.
They attached the hoist to the ring again and moved my manhood's cement home
over the edge of the boat, pulling my thighs tight against the rail.

One of the goons slapped me hard on the ass, and reached out to the ring. I
was breathing heavily and shaking badly. I thought he was going to release the
catch and send me plunging to my watery death. Instead he clipped a small
chain to the ring. At the end of it dangle a pocket knife. The other goon
untied my hands and removed the gag.

The first one spoke. "Manny's not such a bad guy, really. He's giving you a
choice. You can let yourself drown, or you can cut yourself loose." Then he
just grinned as the diabolical delima formed in my head. The only way to live
was to cut off my own cock and balls! I'd have to deprive myself of the
instruments of my downfall or die.

That's as far as I had time to think before they released the concrete weight
that pulled me over the side. There was really no choice but to fight the
buffeting water for the knife and slash into my tender, beloved tissues. I had
never before wondered if you could cry tears underwater. Oh yes, you can. You
can.

* * *


Christine goes to America

Summary: Christine displays her trophies and sets out to collect more

Christine goes to America

I met Christine at the centre. We sat and had tea in the inner courtyard. She
was more neatly dressed than usual. Her normal shapeless black jalabaya was
gone. She wore a fawn robe, which did extend to the foor, but was waisted and
showed an inkling of her petite figure. From the high neck to the robe she
pulled out the necklace of her trophies. There were four crystal balls. Each
was 5/8 of a sphere. Attached the gilt back of each was a victim’s clitoris.
They were arranged with the largest to the centre.

“I hear you had your revenge on the group, who tormented you.”

‘I think you can see the revenge,’ she replied, ‘But there’s one missing.’

‘Philomena has left the country. I think you’ll have to give her up.’

“Oh no, I’m off to America. I intend to return with her clitoris dangling in
my necklace. It’ll make a nice centre piece.’

Christine smiled. It was only when she contemplated cutting off another
woman’s clitoris, that happiness crossed her face.

“Do you know where she is?’’

‘Not yet, but I’ll track her down.’

‘If she finds out what you’ve done to her friends, she’ll be on her guard.’

‘I’m sure one of them will be in contact. I didn’t render them dumb, just
sexless.’

“I’m not sure that Sue and the others approve of your actions.’

‘Don’t kid yourself. No woman without a clitoris wants others to keep theirs.
I am just more straightforward about it. Anyway if my arrangements for them do
not work out, the Centre will soon be getting new members.’

‘What arrangements?’

‘I have found places for them in rich families in Upper Egypt and the Sudan.
They can look after and teach the children of the families. Given their
treatment, the wives will not feel threatened by the them. The Nubian nurses
will deliver them in a few days.’

‘Nubians?’

‘Oh yes, they will have had the full works. I only did the first part. I left
the Nubians to excise the inner labia and to infibulate them. They will be
incapable of intercourse.’

‘Maybe they won’t like their new roles and will escape.’

‘They can always come here and become members. Perhaps you can create a higher
grade of membership for the Pharaonically circumcised.’

“They won’t be happy to see you here.’

‘Probably not, but I’m off to New York tomorrow. I’ll be long gone.’

She looked out over the centre courtyard and said, ‘I’ll miss the place, but
it is time to move on.’

“Is your husband going to miss you?’

‘No, he won’t. He’s more embarrassed about our once a month coitus than I am.
He knows what his mother did to me and he feels guilty. He can’t enjoy it at
all. At least I enjoy the stretching.’

‘Do you want me to come and see you off?’

‘Oh yes, and I’ll show you my bag of tricks, before I pack them.’

Christine was flying at some ungodly hour of the morning, so I arrived at her
place at midnight. She openned the door and beckoned me in. Her husband and
his other wife were in bed asleep.

‘Come in. I’ve got a number of things to show you. Sal and Marion helped me
put them together.’

Spread on a table were a number of instruments. The included four scalpels, a
number of clips with ring attachments, four wire rings with handles, nail
clippers and a set of small clamps.

‘I am particularly pleased with these.’ She showed picked up one of the
handles with a wire ring at the top. The ring was only a centimetre in
diameter. She pulled a little lever on the handle and ring contracted
completely. “It’s very sharp. It might take your finger off. A clitoris has no
chance.’

She had also got some leather straps and bondage equipment.

‘Your not taking that as hand luggage?”

‘Regrettably no. Although I will fantasise about doing one of the stewardesses
as we travel. I don’t think anyone has done a clitoridectomy at 40,000 feet.’

She packed the lot away. The taxi arrived and we set off for the airport. She
checked in her bags, and walked with me for a coffee.

‘You gave me a new lease of life,’ she said.

‘By asking you to cut off my clitoris?’

‘Yes. I have never felt so excited as when I watched you squirm, pleading for
me to cut it off. The exhiliration at the moment of excision was ecstatic.’

‘Didn’t Andrea turn you on?’

‘Yes, but not as much. She was more assertive. You were much more vulnerable.
I liked the power. Anyway, you were my first!’

She leaned over and kissed me full on the lips. Pulling away she smiled and
said, “But I did enjoy doing four at once. I squelched all the way home after
doing them. I now have a mission in life, which is also a passion.”

We walked to the departure gate. She looked up at me, squeezed me round the
waist and kissed me again. Then she went off.

* * *


Prick Charming

` It was a white night. Full moon. `

She was horny. As always.

She needed a great fuck. Lanced a lot, so to speak.

She's the fetish Queen of her Court, the Queendom of Cumelot.

Let's go back a few years, when now Queen Erin was then still Princess Erin.

We'll go way back in time. The Queen is just now 21, so let's go back to her
18th birthday. That would be, if my math is correct, 3 years ago. 2002 take
away 3, then this flashback is in 1999.

The Princess had just graduated with honors from her select private high
school. She gave the valor-dick-story address.

She was at the top of her class because she was at the top of her form. And
what a form that is.

But just an aside, she's not a real princess or queen, like Elizabeth or
whoever. She's just a pretty girl raised by a happily pretty fucked up mother
who was just 13 when Erin came into the world. And at 34 her mother is still a
great piece of ass too, so Erin has good genes. And she looks great in short
skirts.

We don't need to talk about the things Erin saw her mother get into while she
was growing up. You can imagine. Well, even your imagination probably has
limits that end before the kind of kink Erin's mother would get into (still
does).

"Pretty girls don't suck cock." Erin learned this early on from her mother.
Both Erin and her mother are way more than "pretty," so no cocks between their
lips.

Not that they don't like a great cock now and then. They do. But they have
standards and limits.

The cocks must come with a good-looking cock maintenance machine (the guy with
subject cock). And after the great cock is used to fuck ass and pussy, the
cock maintenance machine must make sure it does not cum and that he takes it
away for good after his once-only use for Erin.

I'm bored. Sorry.

You deserve to hear the rest of the story. You won't.

I'm going over to Erin's this afternoon and eat her pussy. She'll at least let
a gorgeous babe like myself go down on her wherever and whenever. I'm lucky.

What I won't tell you about is Erin's "Round Table."

She likes gang bangs.

And she likes when the cocks of the day fail in some way. Then she has them by
the balls.

But she does not have them by the balls for long. Because even though she is
still holding their balls, she can't literally have them by the balls anymore
because the balls are then no longer connected to the men who had been
maintaining them.

Let me make that clear. When she has them by the balls, she cuts off their
balls. Then she just has the balls by the balls. You can't have balls by the
balls and men by those balls at the same time. Not logical.

I'll be back in a few days and tell you more, but I need Erin's clit on my
tongue right now, and I can't talk when my tongue is occupied by things much
more pleasing than shaping it to form syllables. Not silly, just true.

I'll send this story in at this point so I can remember where I left off. If I
happen to find you with Erin this afternoon, you'll be leaving something else
off.

That would be fun for all of us.

* * *


Destiny

Summary: Destiny

He couldn't resist any longer.  This had been a dream of his, ever
since he can remember.  Before puberty.

he knows his place, his correct place is at Her feet.  to do with as
She please.  To do ANYTHING She beckons him to do...no matter what.
he must be devoid of any sexuality.  he must never want and try to
satisfy his own personal urges.

he must live for Her.  his sexuality must be removed.  he will leave
all...his wife...children...his career...his so-called 'life' just
for the chance that She will take him and change him and use him as
She wishes.

It all happened so quickly.

One day he was just miserable in a sexually disfunctional (his)
marriage.  he had somehow had two children.

Then he was leaving it all...flying to the pacific northwest...She
knew a Doctor friend who will make him...change him forever to the
sexless creature he should be.

Suddenly he was strapped down looking into Her eyes...begging Her to
remove the last bastion of his old self.  Please please please he
begged please castrate me take the manhood away.  Please allow me to
be a eunuch slave...just with the opportunity that You might allow
me to serve You in someway...for as long as You wish.  You own me
mind, body, heart, soul,...everything...

Please take me away!!

It was done....and now he is as happy as can be in his proper place
serving/suffering for his real owner/controller.  He is now alive.


Kyle goes after Mike's Manhood

Summary: Mike has a tiny little dick and some intense fantasies. Kyle takes control threatening to remove Mike\'s cock or balls or both. What will happen?

Mike was a good looking teen. He entered puberty late and had a really tiny
dick. When he had his school physical, the doctor found that he had a hernia.
An operation was immediately scheduled. He went into the hospital and had to
be prepped for surgery. The male nurse shaved off his sex hair leaving him
looking like a little kid. He was so horny that he jerked off twice that
night.

When morning came, he was taken out of his room to the operating room. When he
woke up, he was in the surgical intensive care unit. His mom and dad were
there and stayed while he recovered from the operation. After a few hours, a
male nurse took him up to his room. He was able to go home two days later.

The doctor gave him a note informing the school that he would not be able to
participate in physical education (with the exception of swimming) for the
next three months.

The coach told Mike that he would be getting his gym credit by swimming. Since
the seniors had already had their unit of swimming, Mike was assigned to have
swimming class with the 10th graders. He was not looking forward to the next
three months.

Mike was very aware of his tiny little, shave penis. It looked so small with
the hernia scar just above it. He was very careful to keep the 10th graders
from seeing his tiny secret. He would shower with his bathing suit. When he
got to his locker, he would put his towel around his waste and then take off
his swim suit. His underwear would go on before the towel came off. He
couldn’t help but notice the cocks and pubes on the younger boys in the locker
room.

Mike kept his secret until the coach decided to watch every guy drop his swim
suit into the laundry bin. He stood outside the shower area watching each boy
strip and drop their suit into the bin. He was sick and tired of picking up
swim suits from the locker room and this new arrangement would solve that
problem once and for all.

Mike stripped off his school issued speedo and dropped it into the laundry
bin. The coach got a good look at his tiny, shaved package and he smiled as
the teen stood nude in front of him.

Mike did his best to avoid being seen as he entered the shower room. Both
Kevin and Kyle watched him enter the shower room. They immediately knew his
secret. They laughed and made fun of my little boy pee pee. Then they left the
shower room and entered the locker room.

When Mike entered the locker room, Kyle and Kevin called attention to his
entry. They made sure that everyone knew that he had a tiny, shaved, little
dick. Kyle asked Mike if his operation was to change him from a boy to a girl.
Both Kyle and Kevin had large dicks with thick nests of pubic hair.

Mike was really horny after school. He walked home, dropped off his stuff and
then started walking to a spot on the river where he would regularly strip,
streak, skinny dip and cum. Mike had an elastrator and he would sometimes put
a band on his nuts as he jerked and fantasied.

That day, he stripped and then put an elastrator band on his balls. The fear
and excitement of being naked, exposed and banded was a real turn on.

He would regularly fantasize about getting his nuts or his cock cut off. Today
was no exception. He would speak as he jerked.

“Cut off my fucking balls. Castrate me and make me a pussy.”

On other occasions as he jerked he would say:

“ I don’t deserve my cock. It is so tiny. Cut off my clit of a dick and make
me suffer with the desire to cum with no cock and no relief.”

That day, after school, Kyle caught me talking, jerking and streaking. He saw
me put the castration band on my nuts and he heard me speaking about getting
my cock and balls cut off. I was just about to cut off the castration band
when I saw Kyle coming towards me. He had been watching me for over 30
minutes. He did not want me to cut that band off.

Kyle wrestled me to the ground. Mike was scared to death. The band had been on
for 30-40 minutes. Kyle shoved his dick into Mike’s mouth. A few minutes later
he came in Mike’s mouth. Then he grabbed the teens dick and balls. He brought
Mike’s own knife up to the base of base of his cock. Then he put the knife
just below the elastrator band. Mike was convinced that Kyle was going to nut
him. Mike felt a snapping pain in his balls and squirted at the same time.
Mike would soon find out that Kyle had cut off the band saving his balls.

But Kyle now knew Mikes fantasies and secrets. Kyle would soon have his cock
or his balls or both.

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At the Hairdresser - Translated by Memberno

Summary: A free coupon provides for more than he bargained for.

` A Visit to the Hairdresser `

Somehow I imagined it differently. Today is my thirtieth, my thirtieth
birthday. How could that have happened so quickly? I was lying on my bed and
thinking about how old I am. I was in a really bad mood. My friend Tina, who
was coming out of the kitchen, had probably noticed that, too.

“Here, I brought your mail along. Maybe you got a few birthday cards.”

She laid three envelopes on my stomach and lay down by me. It was nice to feel
her warmth. She took off her worn out T-shirt that she always wore when
sleeping. It was the only thing she had on. She has a really terrific figure.
Not too thin, big, jutting breasts that are the perfect size, light brown
skin, short black hair and a mouth she can perform miracles with.

As I was opening the first envelope, her hand was slowly making its way into
my boxer shorts. There was actually a birthday card in it. “Dear Alex, best
wishes on your thirtieth birthday. Your Aunt Elly.”

Short and to the point. The card wasn’t even very pretty. That didn’t cheer me
right up. For that there were Tina’s slow masturbating movements.

She jerked me off slowly with her thumb and index finger and while she was
doing it kept pinching my dickhead again and again. It felt beautiful and I
noticed that my dick was thanking her for it. It was standing up stiffly in my
boxer shorts and droplets of pre-cum ran out of its head.

“Open up the second envelope!”, she demanded softly.

So, I did, although I now preferred to pay attention to Tina.

But it was just a mechanically produced birthday greeting from an advertising
firm. Who the hell knows where they got my birth date from? I didn’t want to
think about it any more, because Tina was opening the button on my boxers and
pulling my stiff dick out. She looked me in the eyes, smiled cunningly, and
began to suck me off.

My mood improved suddenly. She sucks fantastic cock. For one moment she plays
her tongue around my dickhead, next moment she has my cock buried up to its
root in her mouth. I noticed that I wouldn’t be able to keep from coming much
longer. Shortly before I reached the highpoint, she suddenly stopped and
demanded that I open the third letter. I could hardly believe it. So, I took
the letter and tore the envelope to pieces. It was a coupon. A hairdresser’s
coupon. Who the devil is sending me a hairdresser coupon? There was no return
address, just the hairdressing salon and a considerable sum. What was I going
to get done for so much money?

At this moment, Tina took my stiff and throbbing cock into her mouth again and
sucked in a simply heavenly way. It wasn’t long until my hot semen spurted
into her mouth. She looked at me and swallowed. She swallowed everything that
she was able to suck out of my cock. She gives simply splendid blowjobs.

We were lying on the bed embracing each other. I thought of the coupon again.
I certainly didn’t know who had sent it to me, but why not use it? A visit to
the hairdresser had again become a bitter necessity. So, I decided to look up
the hairdressing salon advertised that afternoon.

So, I went to the salon. I had never noticed it before. A very small salon.
The window panes were tinted, so I couldn’t peer in to find out more. So I
opened the door and went in. Inside there was actually just one barber’s
chair, one mirror and one corner to sit in. A red-haired woman was sitting
there, about thirty years old, about five feet five inches tall and very
slender. Then I noticed that she had relatively large breasts. “Wow, a dream
woman! If that’s the hair dresser, this will be my main salon,” I thought to
myself. And, in fact, she stood up and asked me what I wished.

“I have a coupon that I got as a gift and wanted to use it here.”

“Oh, let me see it. Ah yes, my name is Diana.”

While she was examining the coupon, she pushed me toward the barber chair.

“Have a seat; there are a few things we have to do. You know that I can’t give
you any change on this coupon? We have to use the coupon up completely. But,
that isn’t a problem.”

I sat and wondered how this would go.

She went quickly into the back room and returned a short time later with a
cloth cover in her hand.

“So, we don’t want to get your clothes full of hair.” She came up close and
draped the cover around me. For a short time I could feel her breasts against
my shoulder.

“We’ll start by washing your hair. Lay your head back into the basin.”

I did so and she began to rinse my hair with warm water. It felt great, the
way her gentle hands glided through my hair. She took shampoo and massaged my
scalp. It was splendid. I was afraid of getting a hard-on. Then she took the
shower head and rinsed the foam out of my hair. It was neat.

“Well, we had to do that first. Now we want to neaten up your haircut.”

She combed my hair and reached for the shaver, which was lying in front of me
on the board under the mirror. When she was doing that I was able to get a
quick look into her dress and noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra. “What a
turn on!” I thought.

She kept pressing her tits against my shoulder. It was simply a turn on. She
put the razor away and picked up the shears. She began to cut my top hair.

“Who gave you such a high-value coupon?”

“Today’s my birthday and it was mailed to me. There was no return address.”

“Well, congratulations. A secret admirer perhaps? Do you have a girlfriend?”

The situation was erotically charged and I didn’t want to change it.

“No, right now I’m alone.”

At that moment she pushed my head back against her sexy tits and continued
cutting my hair.

“How is it that such a good-looking guy doesn’t have a girlfriend?”

“I’ve never found the right one. I’m enjoying my single life with all its
advantages, if you know what I mean.”

“How about a shave?”

I felt a bit strange because I had never allowed another person to shave me.
Yet, I agreed.

She took the razor and a bottle of shaving cream out of the drawer under the
mirror.

“Don’t worry; this isn’t the first time I’m doing this.”

I could hardly believe it. She sat down with her legs over my lap and began to
lather my face. She ran her gentle hands over my face again and again. Then
she took the straight razor and put it to my neck. With great care she shaved
path after path. Slowly I noticed how this was turning me on.

Slowly but surely my dick was standing up. I knew she noticed it. After all,
she was sitting right on it.

“Oh what’s that there? Don’t make me nervous, it could get dangerous,” she
said.

And exactly that made me nervous. As she shaved she rocked lightly back and
forth on my lap. I got a stony hard-on. She took a washcloth and wiped the
rest of the foam off my face.

“So, while I have the razor out and you still haven’t used up your coupon, how
would it be with a pubic shave?” she asked, “That’s the specialty of the
house.” I had no time to answer. She dismounted, pulled off the cloth and went
into the back room with it. When she came back she had two metal supports in
her hand. “We have to put your legs up so that I can work undisturbed.”

She attached the supports on the left and right arms of the barber chair. Then
she kneeled in front of me and opened my pants. She took them off slowly along
with my shorts. My hard-on sprang out immediately. She came near it with her
face and said “That’s a splendid fellow. That we want to make look really
chic.” She put my legs into the supports. I lay there as if in a gynecological
chair.

“I have to fasten your legs now, so that you can’t move them. I will
definitely not cut you.” She fastened my legs with a leather strap. She
kneeled between my legs again and began to lather up my pubic area. It felt
wonderful. She rubbed the cold lather into my balls and dick. I thought my
cock about to burst. I was afraid that I would spurt lather all over myself.

She took the straight razor and began to shave me. Taking my dick in her hand
she began to jerk me off. “This will be my only salon, for sure,” I thought.
Her hand movements got faster and faster. My cock and balls jerked.

“Well now, better hold your balls still. It’s not without danger, what I’m
doing here.” Easier said than done. When she was finished with the razor, she
stood up and pulled her smock off. I was right. She had nothing on under it.
Nothing at all. She kneeled down again and took my prick in her mouth. “So,
now we’re going to finish using up the coupon.” With these words she took my
dick all the way into her mouth. She began to suck and lick. It wasn’t long
before I was near coming. Then she suddenly took my prick out of her mouth and
stood up. “I have another little surprise for you.” The door to the back room
opened and I didn’t believe my eyes.

“Tina, what are you doing here? I can explain everything.”

“No explanation is needed. Diana is an old friend who owed me a favor. I sent
you the coupon.”

“But why?”

“I wanted to see if you were faithful to me. Apparently not.”

Diana grabbed me by the head and held the straight razor to my neck.

“Don’t do anything stupid. You have seen how I handle this thing.”

Tina stood before me. “You swine, you’ll pay for this.” She got two cables out
of her pocket and fastened my arms to the chair. Diana took the knife away
from my neck and locked the front door.

Tina seized my balls.

“These pieces of shit. Just one look at a pretty girl, you can’t think
straight anymore. And it’s the fault of these little pieces of shit.”

“Tina, just let me explain.”

“The time for explanations is past. When I’m done with you, you won’t’ have
any more problem with your balls...”

“What are you going to do?” I was slowly becoming panicky. “Untie me now!”

“When I’m finished I’ll untie you, not before. Diana, hand me the razor.”

“No, what’re you doing? Let me out of here!!!”

Diana, still naked, gave Tina the razor. Tina put it against my sack. “Well,
say goodbye to your nuts.”

“No, Tina, don’t. I do love you.”

“You’ll love me all right. And you’ll be forever faithful. I’ll see to that.”
She pulled the knife through my sac until it was lying cut off in her hand. I
screamed with pain.

“That wasn’t half bad. The harder part is yet to come.”

“What are you going to do? Let me loose!”

“You always said that I gave a heavenly blow job. So, I’m giving you one last
blow job.” She took my soft penis into her mouth and started to suck. She was
really a goddess in this realm. It was so beautiful that I forgot the pain.
She blew me on and on.

I noticed I was getting close to coming. I didn’t know if that was possible
without balls. Just before my orgasm, I felt Tina’s teeth on my dick. She
slowly increased the pressure until it began to hurt. She bit deeper and
deeper. I screamed with pain, but Tina didn’t stop. I felt blood running down
toward my ass. And then it happened. My prick was completely bitten off. Tina
stood up and took my prick out of her mouth. “Actually I wanted to leave your
dick on, but Diana refused to participate unless she could have your dick.”
She gave my dick to Diana. I saw now that Diana was totally excited. She was
dripping from her pussy.

The last thing I saw was Diana putting my dick into her mouth and chewing. She
chewed on it for a while and then swallowed it.

Then I woke up in the hospital. Tina was sitting on my bed.

“I brought your mail. Perhaps that will cheer you up some.”

By Trapjaw2003, translation by memberno.

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