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Stephan

What a strange feeling for me. Our commander tries to rally us into formation for a second wave of attack. Several of the men, are visibly reluctant, scared. I have never marched into battle with so much terror in my heart. Several of the younger legionnaires are holding back, whimpering like babies, one hand holding their balls, intact for now. What a strange sensation I have as I head forwards, scabering over the ruins, cock heavy and erect swaying heavily between my legs, leaking as if it's trying to shoot its last load. My whole groin tingles, distracting me and it occurs to me now that what I am feeling is the sensation as if my testicles and my penis are no longer there. I am anticipating and contemplating the unthinkable yet inevitable my almost certain emasculation. I don't know whether to run my sword through my own guts rather than face what is to come. Instead I decide to go down with pride and dignity, following my hopeless orders to the end. I stand high, aim at the balcony from which the Amazons taunt us, their higher position allowing for particularly accurate aim. I hear the whistling sound of the bolt headed for me the instant before it pierces my left nut and I go down screaming.