When Lani eats a strawberry covered in chocolate sauce and it makes her moan from the awesomeness.
Richard: Here Lani, here's a strawberry
Lani: Why would I want a strawberry?
Richard: No reason, I just wanted to give you a strawberry
Lani: Okay, thanks!
Lani: ooo... oh... OHH OHH oooH OHHHH YEAH!
Any sexual feeling or squeals of glee brought forth due to viewing Starz's Spartacus: Blood and Sand(Soon to be Spartacus Vengeance for season 2).
This includes, but is not limited to time away from the show, when one is feeling lustful or saucy.
It should always be typed in all caps: "SPARTAGASM"
"I was whipping my chained lover who I had shackled to a filthy wall, and he reminded me of Spartacus / Andy Whitfield trying to defy me with his fiery blue eyes. I had a SPARTAGASM right then and there!"
This happens when you're checking out your favourite athlete's statistics and while getting a hard-on/creaming your pants because his/her stats are so beautiful that you just can't help but express your beloved oh-face.
Gary: Holy shit bro, did you see Dwight Howard's amazing stat line last night? 48 points, 21 boards and 8 blocked shots. I can't get over it.
Mike: Yeah dude, I almost came while I was watching Sports Center this morning.
When you castrate someone with a Stratocaster guitar, OR
alternatively, when the only thing you finger is your guitar so your balls go into retirement because they're not being used and you wouldn't have it any other way.
“I’ve been shredding Weezer on that new guitar I bought so much my balls fell off”
“Duuuuuude. You must’ve ordered a stratacastrater”
OR
“Doctor, we don’t have the tools necessary to turn make more eunuchs in a cool, hip, and new wave way!”
“Bring in the stratacastrater”