A Roman Experience - Part 4

A Roman Experience - Part 4

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

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Round Three

"Who will be next?" I heard Marcus ask.

"Me, Marcus, Me!" several voices cried out at once.

"I think you were the first to claim the wager, Tarques," he spoke to a Roman military officer seated half way round the circle. I did not know him, and looked with renewed interest in the possible tortures he might conjure up for our blond victim.

He stood up and walked directly toward the youth. He was not unsteady. Either he had not been drinking as much as the rest of us, or he was able to hold his wine much better.

Reaching the youth, he raised both his arms and took the boy's large nipples in his fingers and began to twist and pinch them.

"Hssssh!" the boy hissed between clenched teeth.

"Are you going to twist his nipples off?" I heard one of the diners question.

"Yes, yes, twist off his nipples!" a chant began from the diners.

He released the boy’s tits and turned towards us with a smile.

"Now, what do you take me for, an amateur?" he asked with mock disdain.

The diners laughed at this retort and became silent, waiting with mounting excitement at what was to come.

"I have served in Rome's legions all over the empire," he started to lecture, "I have seen all manner of tortures, some that we inflicted on the barbarians to make them docile, and some they inflicted on themselves and on our troops as punishment," he continued speaking.

The excitement in the room was palpable. All murmuring had stopped as we listened intently to this soldier.

"But the race that has developed torture to a high art are the Persians, and," he paused, like Marcus, for effect, "it is a Persian torment that I will visit on this lad to win my wager." He spoke with a booming voice and turned to look up at his victim. The boy merely sighed deeply and lay his head back once again on the cross, as though preparing himself once again for the unknown tortures ahead.

First, Tarques picked up a small whip, and we thought that he intended to whip the youth. Certainly a painful torment, but not really that unusual. But, instead, he took the handle of the whip and inserted it up between the boy's incredibly muscular and bulbous ass cheeks and into his rectum, and slowly he began to fuck the boy with the handle. 

"Uhhhh!" the youth moaned as he moved his head from side to side. His cock, however, which had been softening after his second huge orgasm, soon responded to the pressure on his prostate, and began for a third time to harden. As soon as the cock had grown to its full length, Tarques withdrew the whip handle and tossed it aside. 

Then, holding firmly onto the base of the boy's cock with his right hand, he reached into his tunic and pulled out a long, slender ivory rod. He turned to face us, holding the rod up with his left hand.

"Watch closely, my friends, at this Persian delight," he spoke huskily, his own excitement obviously growing. 

He turned and then, slowly, ever so slowly, he began to insert the rod into the end of the boy's gigantic penis. The slit at the tip of that enormous cock was wide and gaping, slick with fresh precum, but I didn’t see how even a penis that large could accommodate the ivory rod. 

"No, aaaaah, uggggh, hsssssh!" the boy began immediately to scream as the probe pushed its way into the head of his cock, and then began to inch its way down the shaft.

When Tarques had inserted the rod several inches, he stopped and began to withdraw it.

"Aaaaaaaah!" the youth screamed even louder.

Slowly Tarques pushed it back in, then pulled it out, and pushed it in again, methodically fucking the inside of the boy’s cock with the rod.

"Aaaaaaaaah!" the boy continued to scream, as he pulled fruitlessly at his restraints. He could not move his cock away, for Tarques held the enormous, flexing organ tight with his right hand. 

Tarques forced the ivory rod deeper and deeper down the length of the young man’s colossal shaft with each thrust, using the lad’s own voluminous flow of precum as lubricant. The massive cum tube running down the underside of the majestic cock swelled even larger still to accommodate the intruder, and I was breathless at the sight. 

Before long, Tarques had forced the rod down the entire length of the boy’s enormous cock, and fucked the inside of his swollen dick over and over and over again with smooth, long strokes. 

"Ah, aaah, aaaaah, aaaaaaaaaaah!" the lad’s screams grew even louder. Then the youth shuddered, his whole body quivering and bucking wildly against his restraints.

Tarques had the ivory rod shoved down to the very base of the young man’s cock, and he stepped aside and held up the cock and rod for all to see. Thick cum was oozing out around the base of the rod where it entered his glans, and a thick river of the chunky white fluid was running down the youth's thick cock shaft. The young man was cumming again, but the rod had trapped the orgasm at the base of the boy’s cock and only a small fraction of it was being released around the invading rod. The pain must have been intense, for the fantastically muscular boy strained mightily against his restraints. It must have felt as though his balls would burst from internal pressures alone. 

Tarques twisted the rod back and forth several times, prolonging the youth’s agony, and then finally pulled out the rod in one violent jerk. The lad bellowed, and the huge load, long trapped in the boy’s huge cock, came out in a thundering stream, the first 10 or so blasts an unbroken pulsing river of overripe cum. Tarques continued to hold and milk the huge pole, and was rewarded with huge blasts of thick spunk spattering all over his tunic. 

Finally, once the third massive orgasm had ended, Tarques said, "There, Marcus." Wiping the rod off with a napkin and reinserting it into his tunic, the soldier continued, "A Persian delight for your guests, and a wager won for me."

Marcus laughed and motioned to a slave, who brought the soldier his winnings.

I looked over to the blond youth. His head hung limply and his huge chest was giving great heaves as he struggled to regain his breath. He appeared to have fainted from this last torment and the painful intensity of his last orgasm. Obviously, Marcus had observed the same thing, for as I watched, a slave came up to the boy and tossed water over him. With a start he awoke, and laid his head back against the cross. His cock had finally become limp, hanging heavily between his wide spread legs, his huge, dark red, and tightly bound balls swaying gently below.