Thanks for your patience, guys! Life has been very full the past few weeks, with a family member in the hospital and the chaos of election season upon us. I have had very little time to write, but I still have a handful of completed stories ready to post here, so I'm going to start the next series now.
The following tale was adapted from an AWESOME story by Buster. It was originally penned as a "furry" story with anthropomorphic characters, and since I'm not really into that genre, I modified the story to change all of the characters to humans. I hope you enjoy the results!
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The Rusty Talon - Part 1
Based on an original story by Buster
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The Rusty Talon was located in the heart of Rome’s vast and sprawling mercantile district, just a block or so from the enormous — and infamous — slave auction block. Countless hundreds of slaves were purchased here each day, gathered from the farthest reaches of the vast Roman Empire to be sold as chattel to the discriminating tastes of the Roman elite. These slaves filled a wide array of roles within the empire, including everything from heavy labor,to farming, from private armies to household slaves, from eunuch scribes to powerful gladiators.
Some of these slaves needed to be “modified” before reaching their final destination. And the Rusty Talon was a premiere establishment for making those necessary modifications…
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A pair of Senators made their way through the teeming marketplace, on their way to the Rusty Talon. Older Tiberius led the way. The senior Senator was middle aged but still a hale and handsome man, with patrician features and a noble bearing. Beside him was the much younger Darius, a junior Senator from one of the more provincial realms. Not even yet 30, Darius was still in the blossom of youth, and this was evident in his handsome face and lithe, muscular frame. Dressed in their fine robes and elegant sandals, the two made quite the striking sight, particularly as they wended their way through the teeming crowds of Rome’s rabble toward their destination.
“I want to thank you once again for offering to show me the auction house and this ‘Rusty Talon,’” Darius said, speaking with the proper deference to the far more senior Senator. “But if I may ask, what makes this establishment so special? I’ve been hearing rumors about it even since I arrived in the capitol three months ago, but no one will tell me what happens there.”
“And I would hate to spoil the surprise, my young man!” Tiberius said with light merriment in his voice. “Suffice it to say for now that the proprietor of this establishment, an esteemed artisan named Maximus, is famous for his skill in making alterations to slaves prior to their installation in various Roman households. In particular, he is renowned for the modifications he makes to male slaves. I won’t say more at this time, as I want to enjoy the expressions on that handsome face of yours when you see his methods for yourself.”
Tiberius chuckled at his own words, and could not be pressed for further details from his younger companion. In due time, they arrived at a rather nondescript structure featuring a painted placard showing a large, hooked talon that was stained with what looked like dried blood — the eponymous ‘Rusty Talon’.
The well-dressed pair were met at the door by several of the establishment’s staff, burly and powerfully muscled men dressed in leather armor and carrying swords at their belts. They were led into the shadowed interior, where they were introduced to the owner and proprietor, Maximus.
Darius had been unsure what to expect upon meeting this fabled artisan, but whatever those expectations had been, they didn’t match Maximus in the flesh. Darius’ dual sexuality allowed him to appreciate both the male and the female form, and what he saw next set his pulse to racing and made his mouth suddenly dry.
An enormous, hulking figure sauntered arrogantly into the room, dwarfing the burly guards to either side. The man looked like one of the mighty gladiators from the Colosseum itself, tall and enormously muscular. The huge bull of a man was dressed only in a leather pteruges and a leather harness, which therefore allowed the young Senator to view Maximus’ magnificent form in all of its muscular glory. Darius could not remember seeing such a massively muscled man before, and he would have placed the man’s weight at well above 300 pounds. The leather harness seemed to strain to contain the man’s huge, mountainous pecs, and his bare shoulders and arms were almost impossibly thick with muscle, nearly bursting with raw power.
Maximus practically reeked of hubris as he greeted his esteemed guests, and a blushing and embarrassed Darius could tell that his aroused reaction to Maximus hadn’t gone unnoticed by the hulking, arrogant man. Maximus fairly sneered at the younger man, but greeted Tiberius with the respect due his office. It was clear that the two older men knew each other well, and they briefly traded a few pleasantries before Maximus led both Senators into the heart of the building.
Darius then noticed that Maximus was carrying a large, flat-faced wooden paddle clad in dark leather, a curious device that left the young man intrigued and strangely nervous. In fact, the whole experience was already making the younger man anxious and uneasy, and he was growing more and more convinced that he wasn’t going to like whatever he was about to learn about Maximus and the Rusty Talon.
The three men walked into a large room of dressed stone, lit by high, open windows on all four sides. The guards closed the heavy iron door behind them, and as Darius’ eyes adjusted to the relatively dim light, he was first aware of the dank smell of the room. Despite the fresh straw strewn across the floor, the room had a rank smell of sweat, piss, and blood. Darius could make out the outlines of three figures shackled to the far wall, with iron manacles at wrists and ankles, which in turn were connected to heavy steel chains that pulled their four limbs into a spread eagled pattern and held all three figures securely in place. The chains were bolted into the stone wall, preventing all but the slightest movement.
Darius could quickly tell that all three of the shackled men were naked and gagged, but as his sight adjusted to the dim light, he thought his eyes might bug out of his head. The three men before him were perhaps the most beautiful men he’d ever seen in his entire life. Each was a study in contrasts, and Darius would have eagerly shared his bed with any of them.
Maximus introduced the two Senators to each of the chained men in turn, obviously proud of the quality of the wares he was presenting to the esteemed noblemen.
The young lad on the far left was named Cato of Crete, a golden-haired youth of almost delicate beauty. Wavy, almost curly hair hung down to just above his shoulders, framing a face that was breathtaking, and full of innocence. Tears were evident in the young man’s crystal blue eyes as he wordlessly begged with each of the three men who had entered the room. Cato was easily the youngest of the three at no more than 18 or 19 years of age, and his body had not yet finished filling out into manhood. Nevertheless, the lad’s lean frame was pleasantly muscular. The blond lad’s crotch, however, was every bit that of a grown man’s, with an ample cock hanging flaccid over a pair of modest-sized balls in an unusually long and sagging sac.
Jaxon, the young man in the middle, was only a few years older than Cato, but unlike the golden-haired youth, Jaxon’s body had definitely filled out into full manhood. Though not particularly tall, the young man from distant Caledonia more than made up for that in his muscular build. Jaxon was without a doubt the most devastatingly handsome man that Darius had ever seen, his expertly-sculpted features caught in that magical stage between boy and man. The lad’s smooth-shaved jawline was particularly exquisite, and his green eyes and auburn hair made him appear exotic. The sides and back of Jaxon’s head were shaved to a short stubble, but the rest of his hair was worn long, extending a few inches past his rock-like shoulders. His reddish-brown hair along the sides of his head was plaited into two tight, skull-hugging braids, while the rest of his hair hung loose and free.
When Darius’ awed eyes finally worked their way down to the crotch between the young man’s stout and thickly-muscled legs, he almost gaped in wonder at the largest set of human genitals he had ever seen in his life. Jaxon’s long, limp cock looked almost like another limb hanging thick and veiny from his groin, heavy and girthy and full of promise. Beneath that spectacular penis hung a pair of even more impressive testicles, each massive orb easily the size of the golden-skinned citrus fruits that grew on the prized orchard at his family’s country estate. Darius was stunned by the young man’s spectacular beauty, magnificent musculature, and overwhelmingly powerful sexual endowment.
But even the gifted Jaxon could not prepare Darius for the true paragon of hyper masculine godhood who stood chained on the far right.
Maximus introduced the towering stack of muscles as Rex, and Darius instantly thought that the hulking slave was aptly named, for he was clearly a king among men. Unlike the clearly terrified Cato or the brave but fearful Jaxon, Rex stared back defiantly at his captors with his dark, deep-set eyes. Judging from the way that the huge, dark-haired man was flexing his gigantic muscles, he would gladly snap the necks of all three men in the room if he were allowed to break free.
Darius was literally staggered by the sheer overwhelming size of the huge brute, for he made even the massive form of Maximus seem small in comparison. Rex stood a full head and shoulders taller than Darius himself, and he was so monumentally muscular that the young Senator would have placed his weight at more than 400 pounds, all of it flexing and rippling muscle! The Herculean giant hailed from the evergreen forests of distant Germania to the north, and his capture was something of an epic tale all to itself. The hirsute brute had apparently been taken by surprise by an entire legion of elite Roman soldiers as he bathed in a river. Nevertheless, the naked and unarmed giant had killed or incapacitated more than a score of Rome’s finest warriors before he was subdued, and the long overland trip back to Rome was itself a tale in the telling.
Rex was in the full prime of his manhood, perhaps in his early 30s, and his enormous frame was absolutely packed with the biggest, hardest, densest muscles Darius had ever seen. Not even the greatest statues of Roman’s pantheon of deities could compare to the massive size and exquisite proportions of the man’s mighty musculature. Rex’s dark hair, worn short, was thick and unruly, and more of this coarse hair coated the magnificent twin plates of his enormous chest and his cobblestone-shaped abdominal muscles. More of this coarse, dark hair dusted the man’s muscle-girded forearms, gigantic thighs, and bulging calves. Even more of this thick, dark hair stubbled the man’s almost ridiculously powerful jawline. In fact, all of the brawny giant’s features seemed like a parody of masculinity, so pronounced that they should have looked comical or unattractive. But on Rex, such features were perfectly balanced, producing a face of such overwhelmingly masculine beauty that Darius could feel his own ample cock beginning to plump and stiffen beneath his robes.
But perhaps Rex’s most stunning physical attribute was what he had swinging so impossibly huge and meaty between his columnar legs. Darius had thought that young Jaxon was hung huge, but even his mighty endowment paled in comparison to the wealth of man meat hanging from Rex’s chiseled and deeply hairy crotch. The man’s flaccid phallus was longer and thicker than the biggest hard cock Darius had seen in his life! The enormously thick shaft was so gnarled with heavy veins that it made the penis look like some fearsome weapon, while the knob of his foreskin-covered glans was nearly the size of an apple, its great weight pulling the entire cock downward to sway ponderously with the big man’s slightest movements.
Beneath that monument to masculinity hung an absolutely colossal set of nuts. Even the stones on the prized breeding bulls at his country estate couldn’t hold a candle to the two staggeringly enormous man testicles hanging from this demigod’s hairy crotch. Each oversized testicle was the size of a small melon, and they were clearly extremely heavy, for their weighed down the man’s voluminous sac by several inches, even rivaling the hang of Cato’s exceedingly low-slung bag. Like so much of the rest of his hirsute body, Rex’s massive, double-barreled nutsac was coated in a thick fur of coarse dark hairs, making the huge ball bag look even more massive and masculine, if that was even possible.
It was truly no wonder that the dark-haired giant was built so spectacularly big and powerful, considering that his masculinity was being powered by what had to be the two single biggest testicles in the history of mankind!
Darius longed to explore the bound giant, to worship him with hands, lips, and tongue. He particularly yearned to feel those impossibly massive stones hanging from his crotch, and realized with amazement that it would take both of his hands just to cradle ONE of those almighty bull nuts.
Darius was pulled from his erotic reveries by Maximus’ deep, gravely voice as the huge man began to explain the work done at the Rusty Talon.
“These three male slaves are all paragons of manhood, each in their own way, as I’m sure you would both agree,” Maximus said. “Most of the newly-purchased slaves who are brought to me are destined for the bed chamber. The sexual appetites of some of my patrons are so great that even these magnificent men could not hope to satiate them. And that is why I developed a unique elixir, a formula known only to myself, which I call the ‘Priapus Potion’.”
Tiberius gave Darius a knowing, indulgent smile as the leather-clad muscle man continued. “Once quaffed, this potion will stiffen a man’s member to iron-like hardness, and make it swell larger than it has ever been before. Nothing will make the man’s penis flag in the slightest — no amount of sex, no amount of pain. Not even death will cause a man’s phallus to grow limp, for once imbibed, the potion’s effects are permanent.”
“Permanent, as in… forever?!” Darius asked incredulously.
“Indeed!” came Maximus’ smirking reply. “A single man fortified with the ‘Priapus Potion’ could satisfy a score of women — or men,” Maximus said, with a sly sidelong glance at an again-blushing Darius, “and still be rock hard and ready for more. What’s more, the potion increases man’s libido a hundredfold, giving him the resolve and stamina to keep on going long past normal human endurance. Many of the Empire’s best stud slaves have been enhanced with the Priapus Potion, better allowing them to fuck and impregnate dozens of women a night. Why, more than one man has fucked himself to death in this manner, copulating over and over and over again until his body finally gave out.”
A chuckling Maximus opened the doors to a small cabinet against one wall and took out a slender glass vial. The fluid inside the vial was of a pale gold, and seemed to glow slightly from within. Darius found his heart was thundering in his chest at the artisan’s explanation, and the sight of the elixir itself, though terror also gripped his heart at the thought of making a man’s penis remain hard and fully tumescent for the rest of his life. What evil sorcery was this?!
“Let me demonstrate first on young Cato here,” Maximus said. He pulled the cork stopped from the vial, approached the trembling and terrified golden-haired youth, and roughy gripped his delicate jaw, forcing open his mouth and simultaneously tilting back his head. Maximus then pour the entire contents of the vial into Cato’s open mouth, and held his head backward until the youth reflexively swallowed. Maximus stepped away and said, “It takes but a few moments for the potion’s effects to begin.”
Sure enough, within just a few moments, Darius saw the slender lad’s ample penis start to thicken and swell, pulsing and filling in time to Cato’s rapid heartbeat. It was a beautifully formed member even when soft, but as it began to expand and grow, Darius’ breath caught in his throat, for the gorgeous lad proved to have an exquisitely-shaped penis. The boy’s big cock was over 9 inches long and impressively, though not frighteningly, thick.
It took only the span of a few minutes for Cato’s limp penis to swell into a gorgeous and rock hard cock, a hardon that he would now keep for the rest of his natural life!
“Now I shall demonstrate to you the power and permanence of the ‘Priapus Potion’!” Maximus declared, as he stepped forward and stood toe-to-toe with Cato. The big muscle man towered over the trembling lad, weighing more than twice that of the slender golden boy. He could actually smell the scent of fear that radiated from the quivering youth like some expensive perfume, heady and rich. Maximus inhaled deeply and then laughed, a booming laugh that echoed like thunder in the suddenly too-small room. “Oh, I’m going to have so much fun with you, my little pup!”
Maximus balled his meaty, muscular hands into two huge fists, the sight of which made Cato wail desperately into his gag.
Cato heaved and cried out as Maximus reared his fist back, his enormous bicep becoming a huge bulbous mass of muscle, and then sent his fist sailing forward.
CRUNCH!!
Cato dry heaved all over Maximus’ enormous boulder-like shoulder as the muscle man’s huge fist collided with his low-hanging nutsack, slamming the lad’s ballbag against the wall. The young man’s balls, though full and ample, were by far the smallest of the trio, and they disappeared completely beneath the invading fist as they were crushed against the rough stone wall.
A sickening, wet crunching sound echoed through the room as Maximus laid waste to Cato’s boy balls.
“Mmmph!! Mmmph!!” Cato cried through his gag, his crystal blue eyes open wide in panic and agony as he thrashed about in a futile attempt to break free.
Darius shuddered and had to look away as the giant muscle bull’s fist slammed Cato’s plump testicles over and over again, mercilessly smashing them between his big, bony knuckles and the unyielding stone wall. The horrified and disgusted young Senator could tell that Maximus was using only a fraction of his awesome strength to pummel the golden-haired lad’s balls, purposely dragging out the testicular torture, but it was equally obvious that it was going to be more than enough power to eventually wreck the boy’s delicate and defenseless balls forever.
Cato was in hysterics as Maximus slammed his pistoning fist faster and faster, his knuckles swelling slightly from the abuse, until he felt a slight popping sensation under his fist. He drew back his hand to reveal that Cato’s beautiful boy balls had puffed up and turned an angry shade of red, already mottling with the dark purple of deep and extensive bruising. Maximus roughly cupped them in his hands and squeezed, eliciting a sharp yelp of pain from the lad, and was delighted that nothing felt broken. Yet.
“Good! A firm set of nuts!” Maximus said approvingly. “I prefer a set of stones that will put up a good fight!”
Maximus picked up his leather-clad paddle and rubbed his hand over the surface as if polishing a rare jewel.
Darius could hold his silence no longer, and he shouted, “He’s ruining the boy! The poor lad’s balls are about to BURST!!” The young Senator could tell that extensive damage had been inflicted on the young man’s balls already, and that they certainly couldn’t take much more. The lad looked so young that Darius doubted that he’d ever experienced the pleasures of sex before, and was horrified at the thought of not allowing such a beautiful and gifted young man to breed before taking his balls.
Tiberius instantly silenced the junior Senator with a harsh glance, and fiercely said, “Let the man do his work! All will be explained to you in time.”
Maximus placed the wide paddle under Cato’s virtually hairless sack and lightly batted them up and down like a paddle ball, over and over again. The desperate young man locked eyes with Maximus’ gleaming, cruel gaze, wordlessly begging for a clemency that would not be forthcoming. Cato began to scream as the intensity slowly increased, and the stone room was soon filled with the wet slapping sounds of the heavy paddle striking soft and yielding flesh. Cato’s young nuts were bouncing harder and harder, flattening more and more against the surface of the paddle with each strike, much to to Maximus’ obvious delight. The blows weren’t hard enough to cause significant harm to an intact set of testicles, but to a pair of nuts as wounded and damaged as Cato’s, the paddle blows were adding up fast.
And throughout it all, Cato’s penis remained rock hard and stiff, pointing beautifully heavenward as if in defiance of the devastation that was being unleashed on his failing boy balls.
After several long minutes of this cruel abuse, Maximus smiled and said, “I think I’m going to practice my backhand.”
Maximus threw the paddle into the air with a twirl and expertly caught it with the opposite hand. His lips pulled back in an evil snarl as he drew back his arm for the swing. Cato’s eyes turned into saucers as he became fixated on the enormous bulk of Maximus’ incredibly muscular body, especially the muscle-bloated arm holding the paddle. This was going to be one hell of a blow...
“MMMmmm!!!”
SPLA-OOOTCH!!!
Cato instantly passed out.
A horrified Darius couldn’t tear his eyes away as the heavy paddle collided with annihilating force into Cato’s sac, which pancaked against its surface in slow motion. Both balls became flatter and flatter as their membranes collapsed into nothing, disintegrating under the terrible force of the blow. Maximus could actually feel the resistance and shape of Cato’s balls disappear under the terminal blow, and when he withdrew the paddle afterwards, his suspicions were confirmed. Cato’s swollen and dangling sack, though bloated, lacked the two clearly defined lumps the young blond lad had started with. Instead, his scrotum was full of prime stud nut chunks, floating around freely and no longer contained within the confines of an intact tunica vaginalis.
Satisfied that his work with Cato was done, Maximus turned and pounded the entry door three times. Two big and burly guards entered and quickly got to work unshackling the blacked-out blond beauty from the wall, gently carrying him out the door.
“Remove the remains of his ballsac and get him cleaned up,” Maximus called out after them in his booming voice. “He should be healed up within the week and ready for delivery to his new home.”
“This is outrageous!” an indignant Darius shouted. “You’ve just ruined that beautiful young slave! What use is a eunuch with a permanent hardon!?”
A cruelly smirking Maximus looked over to Tiberius, who imperiously answered, “My young boy, there is much that you don’t understand. A slave such as Cato will be extremely popular, particularly among those who like their men young and pretty. But could you imagine the scandal if a noblewoman became pregnant with some slave’s seed?! That could NEVER be allowed! Thus the young lad’s seed pods had to be permanently removed. And it is not for us to question an artisan’s methods. In fact, suffering such cruelty at Roman hands can help to quickly show a new slave his place in the world, and prevent any unfortunate rebelliousness in the future.”
“And as to your suggestion that our young blond eunuch is ‘useless’,” Maximus added, “did you notice how Cato’s member remained hard as granite even as his unconscious form left the room? He no longer needs his stones to power his erections in the future, and even though he will never again shoot his seed, he will have the chance to fuck the greatest flowers of radiant Rome in the years to come. He will likely even learn to enjoy it, as the potion will increase his libido and maintain his ability to achieve orgasm.”
“But… but won’t his muscles soften and grow fat without his balls?” a sputtering Darius replied.
“Normally, yes,” Maximus agreed. “When a man’s balls are removed from his body, he will have a natural tendency toward corpulence. But my elixir prevents that as well. Cato will maintain his lithe and muscular form for decades into the future, unaffected by the loss of his slave stones.”
Maximus then turned his attention to the center of the trio of slaves, the extraordinarily handsome, muscular, and well-endowed Jaxon.
