A Roman Experience - Part 1

Greetings my gentle (and not so gentle) readers!

I'm writing this note in mid February, and will be pre-loading a bunch of stories to cover the next few months. I just started a new job (a whole new career, actually) a little over a week ago, so it's unlikely that I'll be writing any new stories for a couple of months. Good thing I already have enough stories completed to see this blog through to the rest of the year! :D But I promise that I will be writing again soon...

Also, I experienced a mad rush of inspiration and creativity a few weeks ago, and completed 27 (!!!) new drawings that I'll be posting on my artwork blog in the months to come. My 2015 drawings will post through April of this year, and then the new 2016 artwork will start popping up. I hope you enjoy it!

So now let's turn to a period piece, set in ancient Rome...

********

A Roman Experience - Part 1

Based on an original story by Prisoner/J.D.

********

I must write this now, before any of the spectacular images fade in my memory. I have just returned from a dinner party at the home of Marcus Vintorius. Marcus is the most famous man in Rome today. Those who read these words at some later time may not know this, so I will take a few moments to explain. 

Marcus Vintorius is a free man, but it was not always so. He was brought to Rome many years ago as a slave, and sold to the circus to be trained as a fighter. He fought in the circus for many years, piling victory upon victory. Ten years ago he won his freedom at a special competition dedicated to the god Mars. Since then, he has built his own stable of fighters and charioteers. We knew of the fighters, but he had kept his chariot team a secret, training them outside of Rome. 

Today was the Barracticus, the most important chariot competition of the entire season. In fact, today's race was probably the most important race in the history of the sport. This is because the two favorite teams, the Blues and the Yellows, had been building up competitive wins over the past several seasons. Today's race was to decide the ultimate victor. Well, you can imagine the consternation when a third team entered the race, the Reds. We Romans like sport and intrigue, and so this secret team was welcomed vociferously by the crowd. Well, they won, and by six leagues! Pandemonium broke out, and both the new team and their owner were jubilantly crowned victorious by all Rome.

And that leads me to the purpose of this writing, which is to describe, as best I can, the most unusual and exciting dinner party I have ever attended. Marcus invited the leading citizens of the city, minus their wives, to a dinner in honor of his victory. In my own poor way, I will try to share that experience with the reader.

I arrived at twilight, and was greeted by Marcus himself.

"Welcome Belorus, welcome to my home," Marcus spoke openly as he grasped my hand and guided me into his house.

"Congratulations Marcus, or should I say Marcus Victorius" I replied.

"My only duty is to entertain Rome, and I do it as best I can," he responded with a chuckle.

Marcus's home was on a hillside, overlooking the Tiber. Like many of the homes of Rome's elite, it was plain on the outside, hiding its beauty from the eyes of the rabble, but inside it was a paradise. Like most such homes, it was built in a square shape, with the individual rooms opening not to the outside but to the enclosed garden in the center. What was unique about Marcus's home, as we walked through the various rooms, was the flooring and wall coverings. The floor of each room was a different, costly, marble. Much of which was not from the nearby quarries, but must have been brought in from quarries to the far south. The wall coverings for each of the rooms was a fabric of a color to match the marble floor. A very expensive decor, since such fabrics were quite rare. 

But these were nothing compared to the garden we entered. There were flowering plants and trees of every variety, some of which I had never seen before.

"We dine here in the garden tonight, as the heat has made it much too uncomfortable to eat inside," Marcus advised as he guided me past bushes and plants whose perfume wafted across the open spaces.

As we rounded a bush, I'm sure my jaw must have dropped, for Marcus began to quietly chuckle at my surprise.

"Part of this evening’s enjoyment," he offered as he guided me to a dining couch. Some of the other guests had already arrived and were lounging and conversing. They obviously were far less surprised than I, or had simply accepted the matter as the offering of a considerate host.

The dining couches had been arranged in a circle, and there were small tables before each that were piled with fruits, cheeses, meats, and wine. A slave was stationed between each couch to provide for the needs of each guest. Nothing unusual you say, no, of course not. But what was a little out of the ordinary were the columns that had been erected behind each couch. So, a simple matter of festive decor you might think. I suppose so, were it not for the fact that bound to each of these columns were the handsomest collection of young men and teens I had ever seen. Not only were they bound, but they were all of them totally naked. But that is not all, for each of their large penises were also completely erect!

"Here, does this please you?" Marcus asked as he guided me to a couch next to Practicus Selorius, a merchant I knew slightly.

"Of course," I responded, nodding to Practicus.

"No, I mean is this alright,” he added reaching over to fondle the lad bound to the column between my couch and the one occupied by Selorius. 

I looked up at the boy, and my heart began to pound. I was certain that it could be heard by everyone. The boy was obviously Greek. He had dark curly hair, an olive complexion, and the most exquisite body you could imagine. As I looked at him, he smiled slightly, showing the tiniest of dimples. His eyes were blue, which I thought unusual, and set beneath the most luxurious dark eyelashes. I'm certain my mouth was agape as I continued to survey his beauty, from his graceful neck, down his smooth and well muscled chest to his rippled abdomen, to the soft luxuriant hair that caressed his private parts - a strange description for me to use in this context since they were exposed for all to see. 

His cock, which was hard and jutted out a full 10 inches from his crotch was, in itself, an amazing thing. The god Priapus himself would covet such a trophy. And the youth’s balls were very large and heavy, and looked to be full of ripe young cum. 

"Belorus, are you alright?" Marcus asked with some concern at my silence.

"Oh, yes, of course," I replied after a moment, recovering from my momentary surprise. 

"He is lovely, isn't he?" Marcus asked as he silently stroked the youth's cock. The boy closed his eyes and moaned softly.

"He is exquisite!" I responded.

"He and the others," Marcus spoke indicating the other bound youths with a wave of his hand, "are provided for your enjoyment and nourishment."

"Nourishment?" I asked, puzzled at his use of the word.

"Yes, let me demonstrate, " he replied. “Ordinos," he called as he motioned to the slave standing by the table laden with food, who picked up a piece of bread and handed it to Marcus.

Marcus smiled at my continued puzzlement, and began to slowly stroke the bound boy's cock. 

"Hmmmm," the boy moaned more loudly now that his penis was being masturbated in earnest.

"Hssssh, aaah!" the youth gasped, and shuddered as his cock gave up his youthful cum in spurt after thick spurt of milky white cream. Marcus held the bread to catch the boy's voluminous flow of juice. As the last bit of cum dribbled onto the bread, Marcus smiled at me and popped the bread into his mouth.

"Delicious," he commented as he chewed. "Ordinos, prepare some for our guest." he ordered. 

Ordinous looked at me quizzically, and I nodded in assent. He then picked up another piece of bread and came over and began to masturbate the boy. This time it took a little longer, but with a gasp and shudder, the boy gave up more of his youthful cum, his cock spurting the white cream over the bread in copious amounts. Ordinos handed the bread to me and I took it hungrily. He handed me a cup of wine.

"Enjoy yourself," Marcus urged as he left my side.

I lay back and began to sip my wine quietly, taking the time to look at the other diners and their own selection of bound "nourishers." The slaves that served each diner were also responsible for keeping the bound men and boys hard. As soon as one of them would  begin to lose his hardness, the slave would message it back to life. 

There were 8 dining couches and as many bound youths. It was clear that they came from every part of Rome's Empire. Marcus must have paid an enormous sum to collect such a selection of young male beauty.

"Uuhgh!" I heard a voice grunt. I looked over to where Practicus lay in time to see his boy, with a low groan, give up a load of his thick male juice. He was obviously a Gaul, for his body was pale and his hair the color of straw. He was as beautiful in his own way as my Greek boy, with thick, powerful muscles and a handsome face. 

He opened his eyes and his mouth gulped for air as the last dribble of cum was squeezed from his huge, hard, 11-inch cock onto the waiting bread. There was a hint of rose to his cheeks that told me that while he was perhaps more strongly built than my Greek, they were probably the same age, perhaps 18 or 19 years. His chest was smooth, and very well muscled, his definition being even more pronounced by the strain caused by his bindings. A trail of pale hair led from his navel down to the golden bush at his groin, which surrounded an even larger cock than my Greek boy's member, and huge balls that hung a good three inches below his hard cock. His legs were powerfully muscled, reminding me of a gladiator. 

"Pleasant, isn't he?" Practicus murmured, gesturing towards his Gaul.

"Quite," I responded. "As beautiful as my own,” I continued, pointing to my Greek.

"Ah, yes," Practicus replied, "that one is beautiful. I almost asked Marcus to place me where you are sitting, but Marcus thought I would appreciate this one more."

"I see," I responded with a small laugh.

"Yes," he continued speaking as he got up from his couch and stood by his Gaul. "Let me show you what Marcus did that made up my mind for me."

Practicus reached over with both his hands and took the boy's rosy nipples in his fingers and began to twist and pinch them violently.

"Hsssh, aaah!" the boy moaned in an obvious mixture of pain and pleasure.

The slave serving Practicus picked up another piece of bread and held it under the lad's cock. Then in only a moment, the boy shuddered and shot another massive load of cum over the waiting bread. No one had touched his cock. He had cum purely from the torment Practicus was inflicting on his nipples.

Practicus released the now reddened tits and returned to his couch. The boy sagged slightly in his bindings and breathed even more deeply. The slave handed the bread to Practicus, who popped it into his mouth and began chewing.

"Marcus knows that I like a little spice in my selection of boys,” he continued between chews. "I would venture to say that each of these,” he indicated all of the remaining bound figures, "were selected especially for the unique taste of each of the guests."

I nodded in agreement. My own enchantment with young Greek men had obviously come to Marcus's attention. I gazed up at my own boy, and he smiled tentatively. "Hmmm…" I wondered to myself how complete Marcus had been in researching my interests. I rose from my couch and stood by the youth.

Slowly I began to rub his chest, stopping to lightly trace designs over his two light brown nipples. I continued rubbing down to his corded abdomen, poking a finger into his navel, then brushing lightly down to his pubic hair and then along the shaft of his thick cock. I grasped his big cock and began to stroke it evenly. He closed his eyes and lay his head back against the column. A drop of precum appeared and I took it on a finger and rubbed it along the underside of the shaft. I moved my hand away from his cock and continued down his scrotum, grasping his big, heavy balls and pulling them down tightly in their sac.

"Uhhh!" he moaned softly at the mounting pressure on his delicate nuts. They were of truly large size, about the size of large lemons, and they felt hot and heavy in my hand, filling it to overflowing. I continued to manipulate them, pulling and squeezing lightly. More precum appeared and began to descend on crystalline threads. I took more and rubbed it along my finger.

I released his nuts and reached under them to the crack of his ass. He had been tied so that there was some movement possible away from the column. I reached up between his legs and pulled his ass cheeks away from the column. I probed the crack with my finger until I found his hole. Slowly I pushed the finger that had been lubricated with the precum into him. 

"Ah, uh!" he moaned. He opened his eyes and stared into mine. The slight flinching of the muscles around his eyes told me that he was a virgin where I was probing. I smiled and continued to push my finger up into him.

"Huuuh!" he uttered, sucking in a deep breath as my finger reached his prostrate. I began to slowly push and message my quarry. He gulped, his chest heaving with the deep breaths he was taking. Clearly he had never experienced what I was doing before. The precum was now flowing almost continuously. After a moment I saw his cock raise up slightly, on its own. Ordinos started to put a piece of bread under it's head. 

“No," I ordered, and Ordinos backed away. I put my mouth over the boy's cock head just at the moment when he arched his back away from the column and groaned loudly. Volley after volley of sweet cum shot into my mouth. I held his cock tight in my lips, feeling each pulse as another load coursed through the shaft and out the end.

"Uuuuuh, uhh, ah!" he moaned, thrashing his head from side to side, his whole body shuddering with the violence of the orgasm. 

After several moments, I felt the pulsing slow and then stop, and I released his cock from my mouth and stood up. His chest was still heaving, and was covered with a thin film of sweat that made it glisten in the fading daylight. His eyes were closed and his head was resting back against the pillar. I returned to my couch and Ordinos brought me some more wine.

"Yes, Practicus," I spoke to my dining partner, raising my cup in a toast to our host, "Marcus does know his guests well." I took a long swallow and looked around at the other diners. There were still a few places open, but the majority of the guests were here.

"Belorus!" I heard a voice call my name. I looked across the dining area to a couch opposite me. 

"Lepulius!" I called out and raised my cup again, saluting my old friend. 

"Some dinner, eh?" he responded, indicating my Greek boy. Obviously he had witnessed my "taking nourishment."

I smiled and nodded my head. He began laughing uproariously. 

"I see that you have been well provided for also,” I replied, ignoring his laughter, and indicating the boy tied next to him. The boy was pale, also well muscled, with dark curly hair, and a triangle of dark curly hair whose base went from dark nipple to dark nipple and whose apex pointed towards the dark bush that surrounded his heavy cock and balls.

"Ah yes, " Lepulius replied, "Marcus knows that I like my boy's to start with a little fur." 

I must have cocked my head a little quizzically, for I really didn't understand what Lepulius meant by "start" with a little fur. To my mind, either you liked hairy boys or you liked them smooth. Though as I thought about it, I knew of a few friends who liked to shave their boys.

"Here," Lepulius continued, "let me show you." He got up from his couch and stood by his boy. Reaching down, he picked up a pair of ivory tweezers from the table. Reaching up to the boy's chest, he began to pluck the curly hairs.

"Hssh, aah, oh!" the boy moaned in pain as each of his hairs was pulled out. At the same time, Lepulius was rubbing the boy's cock with his other hand. Even though the boy was obviously in pain from having his hair pulled out, he was being kept hard by the stroking he was receiving at the same time. 

"Aaah!" the boy groaned more loudly as Lepulius took the tweezers and pinched one of the boy's nipples. He then stopped, tossed the tweezers back onto the table and sat down.

"By the end of the night,” he mumbled between sips of wine and pieces of cheese, "I'll have this young chick plucked completely smooth."

I did not comment, but merely saluted him with a raised cup and continued to look around at the other guests. There was much conversation going on between the diners. I continued to eat quietly, exchanging occasional conversation with Practicus to my right, and with an older, very fat, merchant on my left, whom I didn't know. Periodically the various bound boy's would be milked, and their cum presented on bread to the guests. Occasionally a guest would get up to do something else with his boy, which ran the gamut from simple fondling to more complex entertainments. 

The fat merchant on my left had tied a leather thong around the balls of his boy and would every so often pull on the thong until the boy gasped in pain, at which the man would chuckle and order his slave to milk the youth for more cum. His boy was a Gaul, with pale blond hair and startlingly blue eyes. His body was pale and completely smooth, flawless. He was hairless, but it appeared to be a matter of youth rather than genetics, for he could not have been more than 18. Despite his youth, however, the young boy was well muscled, with an impressive physique. His cock was large, at least 10 ½ inches long, and looked even larger since his pubic hair had been shaved away. But what was truly impressive about this handsome young stud was his balls. The blond youth had some of the largest balls I had ever seen, each massive hairless orb the size of a large apple. The thong tied around the boy’s big scrotum stretched his gigantic orbs a full four inches from his crotch, where they bulged obscenely, looking monstrously huge. 

"Honored guests," I heard Marcus's voice thunder and looked up to see him stride into the center of the dining circle.

"I hope that you are enjoying your meal," he offered, at which point all of the guests, myself included, began cheering and raising our wine cups in toast to our host.

"I thank you humbly for the honor you do me to be my guests," he replied. "It is time, I think, to begin the evening's entertainments." He smiled and clapped his hands, and then strode towards his own dining couch, which had been empty until this time. He lay down and took up his own wine cup and raised it to signal his majordomo, who bowed and then clapped his own hands.

Two youths then stepped out from behind a large bush and strode into the center. They were both tall, powerfully built, and very handsome. One was dark and the other light in hair and complexion. They wore loincloths, and their wrists and ankles were wrapped in leather.

"We start with a wrestling match," Marcus explained. “Feel free to wager on either combatant. They are of equal ability and skill," he continued. He nodded towards the wrestlers and they bowed.

Then they assumed their opening postures, stalking one another warily. The dark one made his move first, grabbing the neck and arm of the lighter one, and trying to trip him with his leg. They struggled for a few moments and broke free of one another. Slowly they maneuvered around one another. The lighter one then struck, grabbing both arms of his opponent and trying with his leg to trip him. This time it worked, and the dark one fell backward, with the lighter one trying to pin him down. They struggled and rolled over and over, each one trying to gain the advantage.

By this time the guests were cheering and wagering wildly. The dark one broke free and stood up, but before the light one could also stand, he kicked his opponent in the abdomen, causing him to double over in pain. Taking this advantage he pounced on the other man, grasping his arms and pinning them behind his back with one arm, while the other arm was wrapped around his neck. The boy gasped for air and struggled to break free, his mighty chest heaving with exertion. It was obvious that both were also excited by the battle, for each of their loincloths poked outward from the large hardened cocks underneath.

The light one broke free and rolled over, causing the dark one to fall forward. The light one quickly rolled back on top of the dark one and pulled his arms behind his back. The dark one bucked suddenly, tossing the blond off his back, he quickly stood up, as did the blond. They grabbed one another's arms and began struggling again.

By this time the diners were screaming for their favorite, and the wagers were increasing in size. The boys appeared to be oblivious to the commotion, being more concerned with one another in this duel. 

Suddenly the dark one kicked upward with his foot, and tossed the blond over his head. The blond landed on his back, and before he could get up, the dark one jumped on top of him and kicked him in his groin. 

"Aaah!" the blond gasped in pain as both hands went to his groin to grab at his balls. The dark one rolled him over and pulled his arms behind his back, the blond was doubled over in pain and made no move to fight his opponent. 

Marcus tossed a leather thong to the dark boy, who immediately bound the blond’s wrists together. Another thong was tossed by the majordomo, and the dark one went to the blond’s ankles, pulling them together and binding them tightly. He then stood up to the cheers of his followers. The blond boy lay quietly at his feet, clearly still pained from the blow that felled him.

"Fuck him! Fuck him!" a chant began to rise from the diners.

"Fuck him! Fuck him hard! Show him who is master!" the diners continued to chant and clap their hands.

The dark one looked to Marcus, who smiled and nodded his head. The majordomo tossed yet another leather thong to the victor, who then pulled the blond up on his knees, and bound his legs just above the knees. He looked around at the diners who were cheering him on, smiled, and reaching down, ripped the loincloth off of his victim. The diners screamed their approval at the sight of the now naked blond, whose cock was no longer hard, but hung heavy and limply between his legs. 

The dark victor was not limp, for as he stood up, his cock still pushed against his loincloth. He reached down and ripped it free, and his cock bounced upward in the air. It was huge, jutting out at least 11 inches, and was thick in circumference. I pitied the youth about to be impaled. 

He stroked his cock a few times and knelt down behind the other boy. The blond's head rested on the floor, his ass held upraised by the bindings behinds his knees. The dark one began to pry at the pale ass cheeks with his fingers. Finding what he sought, he pushed into the blond with a thick finger.

"Ugh!" the bound youth groaned.

The victor stood up and began to probe with his cock. As its head entered the other's hole, he thrust forward with all his force, burying the full 11 inches into his vanquished opponent in one mighty thrust.

"AAAAHH!!" the blond youth screamed in pain as the other's cock invaded his backside.

"Aaah, aaah, aaaaah!" he continued to scream as the other continued his methodical fucking, pushing in and out, oblivious to the pain he was causing the other.

The diners were cheering and applauding at each thrust and scream of pain. In only a few minutes, the dark one closed his eyes and gasped, then pulling his cock free of the other, sat back on his haunches as his cock erupted, sending a spray of cum over the blond boy's muscular back. The dark one's cock continued to jab the open air, shooting load after load of male juice, until the blond's back was covered with the viscous liquid, slowly dribbling down his sides.

The dark one stood up and raised his arms in victory. The diners went wild. Marcus beckoned to the boy and he walked over to where his master reclined. Marcus reached down and picked up a laurel wreath, and placed it on the still hard cock. The diners screamed their approval. 

Slowly the dark one marched around the center of the circle, his cock jutting out defiantly, carrying his victory wreath. The diners tossed coins and flowers in his direction, which a slave gathered up. He strode proudly out of the area, ignoring his opponent who still lay bound and exhausted from the battle and the fucking. Two large slaves came into the area as the dark one left, and picked up the blond youth, not bothering to even untie him, and carried him out silently, dragging his feet as they went.

"Now," we heard Marcus exclaim, "another entertainment." he clapped his hands, and ten young men came tumbling into the center of the circle. 

They were all completely naked and oiled, their bodies glistening in the flickering light of the torches. Obviously they were an acrobatic troupe, for they proceeded to jump and roll and tumble, forming shapes and movements with one another. They were certainly entertaining, but not nearly as exciting as the wrestlers had been. 

I suppose it is a fault, but we Romans do like our entertainments a little on the harsher side. But these youths were pleasant nonetheless, and some of them were even beautiful. They continued their acrobatics for several minutes and as a finale, formed a tall triangle by standing on one another's shoulders.

We were feeling quite magnanimous by this time and applauded loudly at their efforts. Marcus smiled and clapped his hands and the youths tumbled down from their stance and stood together, bowing deeply. Marcus tossed them a pouch of money, which their leader grabbed up. They all bowed again and ran tumbling from our midst.

"Honored guests," we heard Marcus again call out, and turned our attention to our host.

"Honored guests, I am pleased that you liked this pleasant interlude," he spoke, indicating the acrobats that had just left.

We all applauded and shouted our thanks. 

"Thank you, thank you,” he continued with mock humility, "but this was only a momentary pleasantry. I know my fellow Romans, and I know that you like your entertainments somewhat more, shall we say, sophisticated." The diners, sensing another entertainment more to their liking, screamed their agreement.

"I also know that many of you lost some hefty sums of money by wagering on that unfortunate excuse for a wrestler," he continued.

At this last comment there was laughter from the winners and much grumbling from the losers. We also noticed that the slaves had begun to move away two of the serving tables at one end of the dining area.

"Yes, yes, there are losers and there are winners, but, let it never be said that guests in Marcus's house had only once chance to win,” he continued. Now our interest was really piqued. What did Marcus have up his sleeve, we all wondered.

The slaves, having removed the serving tables, were now erecting an X shaped cross out of heavy wooden beams where the tables had been. I don't know about the other guests, but at this sight, my own heart began to pound with excitement.

"So," Marcus began to speak again after the murmuring had died down, "I give you an opportunity to regain your losses or win even more." He clapped his hands and we all turned towards the direction he was facing. 

The slaves had finished erecting the cross, and now two more came marching out from behind one of the hedges. They were massively muscled slaves, and they held an even larger naked young blond man between them. The slaves marched him over to the cross, untied his wrists and then pulled up on his arms, securing each wrist to one of the uprights of the cross. Once his wrists had been secured, they pulled his legs apart, and bound his ankles to the lower parts of the cross. They then stepped away, leaving him spread-eagled and in full view of the small audience.

I now had a chance to really look at the boy. He was breathtaking! Spectacular! Perhaps the most glorious man I had ever laid my eyes upon! Judging from his pale blonde hair, fair skin, and incredibly handsome features, I guessed this young man was a Dane. He was extremely tall, at least 6’4” in height, and was massively, powerfully built. I had never seen such a thickly muscled man in my life! His neck was thick like that of a bull, leading to incredibly broad, muscular shoulders that were straining with the pressure of the bindings. His arms were thickly muscled, bulging with raw male power, and his massive, thick, squared chest was enormous, completely devoid of hair and with two of the largest, most succulent nipples I had ever seen. His nipples were the size of coins, and dusky rose in hue. His hugely muscled upper torso tapered dramatically to an incredibly narrow and tight waist, with rippling washboard abdominal muscles like corrugated iron. His long, massive legs were the perfect match for his huge upper body, thickly muscled thighs like oak trees, and bulging muscular calves. 

His face was almost feminine in its exquisite beauty, but was intensely masculine at the same time, with high cheekbones, an extremely powerful jaw, and a strong prominent chin. His pale flaxen hair hung limply over his forehead, matched by thick flaxen eyelashes. His cheeks were touched with a hint of rose, indicating his youth, though it was hard to believe that a man with such awesome muscular development could be only 18 or 19 years old. His soulful eyes were the most startling blue color, like a deep sapphire, the color of deep pools of water. 

As my eyes reached the platinum bush at his groin, I let out an involuntary gasp. Even limp, his cock was enormous, easily 9 inches in length and as thick as a man’s wrist. Erect, I imagined it to be even larger than the one possessed by the dark wrestler from the night’s earlier entertainment, or any of the young men bound to the 8 columns. But his balls were truly monumental, the largest, most heroically oversized testicles I had ever seen on man or beast! These mighty gonads put even the merchant’s Gaul slave’s balls to shame with their sheer size and mass. Each huge orb was the size of a large fist, and hung ponderously and pendulously in their big sack, swinging slightly. Due no doubt to their great weight, the gigantic balls hung over three full inches from his crotch. The young stud’s nuts were so massive that they would have looked outsized even on a prize stud bull!

"Here is my wager, " Marcus began to explain, "I will double the money you lost, or double the money you won.” The guests shouted and cheered, making it difficult to hear what Marcus was saying. He stopped talking and smiled, and motioned for the guests to quiet themselves.

"Please, please," he asked, "let me finish my wager." The shouting slowly died down.

"As I said," he continued, "I will double the amount of your wagers if...," he paused for effect, and the silence was complete, as each diner waited for the conditions of the wager, "if you can cause this young man to cum," he indicated the bound blond muscle man, "through torture." There was a momentary silence as he finished, to be replaced in a split second with roars of approval.

"Wait, wait!" he continued, motioning us to be quiet once again, "there are conditions." He stopped again, and we remained silent.

"Each of you must make the boy cum, using whatever means of torture you choose," he indicated towards the youth again and we looked to see his majordomo setting up a table of implements.

"But, you must leave no lasting marks, and you may not stroke or in any way massage his penis. He must cum from the torture itself." 

The guests looked at one another, and soon the cheering and applause started again.

Marcus smiled, and opened his mouth to speak again, motioning for quiet.

"I will give you one advantage," he indicated. "I will tell you now that I have trained him myself, and warn you that he can withstand more pain before orgasm than you might think. He is the most amazing stallion in my stable, and I believe you will be impressed." He stopped speaking and smiled as the diners screamed their own challenges.

"Very well, very well, who will be first?" he asked simply.