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The battle was over, but it would be hours before we could rest. With the surrender of the Romans, we had the laborious and grisly task of removing their manhood. Almost a hundred grown men, proud men, were lined up before us. These courageous warriors had been stripped naked, and forced to kneel on all fours with their legs spread. We raped them, taking their manhood from them by penetrating them as women - and taking their balls from them. One by one, we worked our way down the line. Grab their balls firmly, force entry, and fuck their asses as they blush in humiliation and pain. As we push in and out of their bodies, we massage their testicles until they loosen and can be pulled downwards low enough to be easily cut from them with a sharp knife. The weight of a man's severed balls feels powerful in the palm of the hand. I can almost feel the verility oozing out of them and flowing up my arm as I destroy their warrior spirit. There are so many men to sodomize, we work in shifts. Some men can perform repeatedly, but I take time to reload my vital essences. Soon the field is littered with severed testicles as we permanantly end each soldier's family line. I am entering the final soldier, and his balls are large in my hand as I fondle them gently. They hang low and heavy, draped by a large proud penis that is truly magnificent. The proud warrior lowers his head as I thrust in and out of him. I pull his large seed sacks away from his body, and with a trembling hand, I bring my knife through the small web of flesh that holds his dearest organs to him and my semen shoots into his bowels. We scream together, and for a moment a bond is made as he spills his blood upon me and I spurt my essense into him. His nuts are heavy in my hand, and I crush the mighty organs with all my might, emptying them as my own finish emptying. Finally, our work is done, and we wash our bloody hands as the Romans try to quench the bleeding between their legs. Most of them will live to return to their land, docile as sheep for the rest of their lives. Our tribe instills fear in the hearts of the soldiers. But we know the consequences should we one day be defeated. A price rests on each of hour heads, and if taken alive, we would be subjected to a cruel public mutiliation in the great colliseum. I can only imagine what the emporor would dream up as a fitting punishment for our gelding of so many of their soldiers.
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