Traditional bell clappers were the dried and hardened testes of men who had despaired of reaching full manhood, and so decided to rest from trying by giving up their balls to a sacred purpose. "Bell" was an old English dialect form of ball. The sound of ringing "bells" was how early Christians celebrated the Virgin Birth of Christ, the first preganancy accomplished without the agency of a man's penis or testicles. The scrotal "bells," pounded by the now useless balls, made the sound of muted male anguish the true harbinger of Christmas. This was Christianity's gift to the world. Of course, pagan cults persisted, carrying out wild priapic rites in the catacombs beneath the great cathedrals, spreading a debauched joy wherever it might most offend the right-thinking. May we feast on the roasted genitals of fat priests! Ow-w-w-w!

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What would the world be like if women preferred that their men be eunuchs?

bobov (imported) wrote: Sun Dec 14, 2003 7:05 pm Traditional bell clappers were the dried and hardened testes of men who had despaired of reaching full manhood, and so decided to rest from trying by giving up their balls to a sacred purpose. "Bell" was an old English dialect form of ball. The sound of ringing "bells" was how early Christians celebrated the Virgin Birth of Christ, the first preganancy accomplished without the agency of a man's penis or testicles. The scrotal "bells," pounded by the now useless balls, made the sound of muted male anguish the true harbinger of Christmas. This was Christianity's gift to the world. Of course, pagan cults persisted, carrying out wild priapic rites in the catacombs beneath the great cathedrals, spreading a debauched joy wherever it might most offend the right-thinking. May we feast on the roasted genitals of fat priests! Ow-w-w-w!

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What would the world be like if women preferred that their men be eunuchs?

Wow, I never knew that! That's really interesting. Thanks for posting *HUGS*

bobov (imported) wrote: Sun Dec 14, 2003 7:05 pm Traditional bell clappers were the dried and hardened testes of men who had despaired of reaching full manhood... "Bell" was an old English dialect form of ball. The sound of ringing "bells" was how early Christians celebrated the Virgin Birth of Christ, the first preganancy accomplished without the agency of a man's penis or testicles. The scrotal "bells," pounded by the now useless balls, made the sound of muted male anguish the true harbinger of Christmas. ...

In all my years, I never heard this. . . . .

It gives new meaning to the phrase "Copped his Clapper" Expecially if it's a copper clapper that is being copped by a Cop (policeman)

Maybe this was part of the Ethiopian Coptic Rite?

I cop you! In China, Japan, and Korea, bells are traditionally rung by logs hanging horizontally at the side of the bell. The log is swung back and forth, while the bell itself never moves.

Less well known is that these logs were originally the preserved erections of men who challenged the power of the Emperor. Anyone cocky enough to scorn the Imperial person was pinioned and dragged to a platform in the public square. There, while he kneeled and his arms were bound behind him with thick cords, his robes were spread open from the waist down, exposing his penis and testicles to the laughing crowd.

His punishment was not immediate: beautiful courtesans in perfumed silken kimonos danced before him, their round faces smiling gently. The courtesans began to cuddle and caress their victim, embracing him, nuzzling his face and whispering sweet words, teasing his pubic hair and thighs and testicles with soft smooth fingers. Even the toughest men succumbed, they couldn't help it. Their penis, first limp with terror, began to lengthen and thickem. What hardened prisoner could say no as a courtesan fondly fingered his balls? All this while, the masked and black-robed executioner had stood to the rear of the platform, out of sight of the prisoner. The executioner was living death. To see him was to feel the grave yawn beneath your slipping feet. The executioner was patient, waiting until the prisoner's erection reached its peak, until the prisoner moaned softly and closed his eyes, floating and trembling towards orgasm. Then the executioner struck. He seized a glowing red knife from a brazier of hot coals, and stepped forward without a word. It was the work of a moment to slice off the prisoner's penis at the root. One swipe and the prisoner's manhood was gone. Only seconds before, he had reached toward bliss. Now he screamed a sharp scream of pain and terror, and his body hung limp and drained, all potency lost. The courtesans who had accomplished his downfall quivered with delight to see his thick penis fall with a fleshy plonk to the platform. Some of them experienced a contained but powerful orgasm, squeezing their thighs together as they surrouded the defeated man. The man was swept from the platform, no longer worthy of notice, to spend the rest of his life as a slave in the Imperial stables. Most important, the man's erection was preserved. The red hot blade had burned closed the wound, so no blood escaped, and the severed penis was firm and swelling as before. The executioner held the organ aloft and displayed it to the crowd. He made an announcement: "So that none of you will forget the price of disobedience, a great bell tower will be erected in this square. This prisoner's erect penis, preserved and dried with spices, will be the bell's clapper. When you hear the bell ring, remember the Emperor and feel fear!" And so it was done. For many years after, whenever men heard the sound of the bell - dong, dong, dong - they clutched their groins in fear and felt their legs go weak. And that is how the Asian bell was created. Dong!

when I was in college and played bagpipes and wore a kilt (it's true) we used to tell freshmen that the small dagger that was sworn in the hose top (that's a sock and garter affair) was for slitting the belly of a an enemy horse as you trampled over you.

it was a nice story, too!

A kilt is an appealing idea. Ready for business with less fuss than trousers. To think of wearing nothing underneath is to invite delightful fantasies.

Yeah! right! sure!

When we marched on the football field, we always said that we didn't know where the cold wind came from but we sure knew where it was going (right up the kilt to your unit) ...

Sitting down without showing off your equipment was a problem. Sitting down on metal bleachers was worse, especially in cold weather, especially if you had hemmerhroids.

if a piper said he was playing the pipes for 20 years, ten had been spent tuning up and the other ten in playing off key.

bobov (imported) wrote: Thu Dec 18, 2003 1:20 pm A kilt is an appealing idea. Ready for business with less fuss than trousers. To think of wearing nothing underneath is to invite delightful fantasies.

Trousers and pant suits are acceptable for women so why not skirts and dresses for men?

If a man wore patent leather shoes with a kilt, would leering young women look at the shoes for a reflection of what was above?

Would gangs of tough girls follow kilted male librarians down the street, whistling and threatening to turn them upside down?

Would strong men in trousers accost kilted men on dark streets, a man standing between the legs of the kilted one and moving his body until a pool of pearly white liquid fell from the kilt, glistening under the streetlamps? The trousered man's friends would stand grinning at the helpless man in kilts, until they all walked away laughing, the kilted one holding himself and moaning softly.

I'm exciting myself! Kilts are too much! May a kilted man enter my life!

I love this site. What a splendid thread.