After having prepared himself for a long time, Procullus, driven by a voluptuous hunger, ventured to the tepidarium. He lay down on a bench and listened to the grunts coming from the caldarium. His hand caressed his penis, which quickly regained a good stiffness. Talos entered shortly after, a few hours of nap had also whetted his appetite. He approached Procullus's lying body. The light of the torches highlighted the curve of the hairless thighs. From the shadow of his belly the beautiful phallus stood out, erect. On his knees to honor such splendor, his fingers slid over the soft skin, joined together to caress the rigid cock. His lips took over from his hands, and surrounded the magnificent alabaster column with warm heat, first sucking the capital, then pushing the entire shaft into the depths of his throat. Slowly he pumped, out, in, again and again. He salivates enormously, covering the base of the sex with white foam. The slave straddles the bench and the torso of the young ephebe. Raising his head, Sextus licks the muscular rump, then with his lips he runs over the buttocks and the furrow, approaches the pink corolla which opens quivering in the middle of this wide valley, his face against the black skin. Talos spreads his thighs even more to facilitate the passage. The cavern opens and the tongue sinks into the warm moisture. With his hands, he communicates this pleasure to the whole body of the black man, caressing the prominent muscles.
Slipping between the thighs, Procullus stands up. In front of him is the massive body, whose ebony relief is accentuated by the glare of the torches. Standing, his face only reaches the level of the black slave's chest. His mouth passes quickly from one nipple to the other, then descends the glorious path in the middle of the swollen abs, past the navel, stops on the smooth belly without a hair, his chin butting against the half-erect virile member. On his knees, he spits in his palms and rubs the purple flesh, quickly making the big boiling cock shiny and hard. Seized by an inordinate appetite, he tries to swallow the whole sex. But with his mouth wide open, he cannot even swallow the two hairless balls, much less the entire club. He pushes the black foreskin back over the fleshy head, marveling at the softness of the skin, folding into pleated rolls just below the flare of the cap. Mouth distended, he manages to swallow the tip, playing with his lips on the ample foreskin. The creamy softness of this virile hood spurs his lust. He grips the spur and feels the thick, sinuous veins on its surface. The enormous balls, entirely hairless, swing and slap against his chin, as Talos destroys the narrow throat in long, slowed thrusts.
The colossus swivels the light body. Sextus lets it happen, he feels powerless, fascinated by the almost animal energy that emanates from Talos. Clasping Procullus' hips with his thighs, he brings their two sexes together. The dicks, white and black, stand up, stiff, ready to exult. Their balls mingle, gently squeezed between the fleshy thighs. After several attempts at contortions, Talos brings the two glans together between his lips. Sextus lets out little piercing cries. Discharge after discharge, the semen spurts into the black's mouth, who greedily exhausts the two virile fountains.
"But then we start without me," Calvisius says as he enters, flamberge in the wind. Talos moves aside and Gaius invests Sextus' ass. His tongue wanders over the velvety skin. His lips surround the gaping ring and a hot breath sets Procullus' insides ablaze. Gaius straightens up, approaches his powerful cock, jerks it for a short moment to stiffen it further, his thick and muscular legs tense, and he plunges in one go into the greedy little ass. Sextus moans. Gaius takes his cock out, and plunges it back in immediately. Sextus moans even louder. Calvisius slaps him hard on the sides. Drussus who was following remains fascinated by this sexual frenzy. The piston activates faster and faster, Gaius grabs Procullus by the shoulders and pulls him back to penetrate him better. His palms slide over the fine, chiseled pecs, his fingers find the nipples and squeeze them hard. Paulus approaches, slips a hand between Gaius' legs and grabs the heavy, hanging balls. They are hot and hard, rolling between his fingers. Spurred by desire, he wants to feel when this powerful cock will release its cum. His hand moves forward and he can grasp the base of the device. Already the flow is rising, further enlarging an already enormous cock.
Loukianos enters in turn, displaying his flag with a straight shaft, escorted by the two Nordic Aloades, whom he holds on a leash by their blood-soaked limbs. As soon as he releases them, the slaughter begins. Overturned on the coolness of the stone, Loukianos pumps the two slaves savagely. The twins take turns, being sucked then screwing the Roman, feasting on this feast of flesh like hungry animals. Their fists run over the long, thick cock, up, down, crushing themselves on the bush of carefully curled black hair. Carried away by this frenzy, Loukianos suddenly stops. He has just caught sight of Procullus. The expert eye of the arbiter had been ecstatic from the first day before the anatomy of the ephebe, which he had immediately compared to the most beautiful marbles of Polyclitus. Gaius' vigorous ramming has made this magnificent body blossom in ecstasy. Irresistibly attracted, Loukianos crawls towards this "perfection", abandoning the two Germans to solitary games. The hips arched by the thrusts highlight what is always missing from the most beautiful marble: a fully erect phallos, tense to the limit of pain. With a delicate tongue, Loukianos details all its splendors. Embarrassed by the asshole's twitching, the Greek wants to immobilize his pelvis. Moreover, Gaius has more and more difficulty containing his orgasm. The moment is ideal for a change of pace. Entrusting Sextus to the good care of the Greek, the lawyer throws himself on the tribune. Drussus seizes the javelin from the palm of his hand, sands and polishes the living tool. The contact of the fingers would not be enough and very quickly Paulus put his mouth to the dough.
Excited, the arbiter of the elegance of the baths stood up and then asked "as an honor" the young man to take possession of his ass. Very supple, he leaned forward, touching the ground with his hands. In the exaltation, all shyness had disappeared. Procullus gently spread his buttocks, revealing the smooth eyelet. Loukianos took such careful care of his body that it was impossible to know if he was naturally hairless or if he shaved his crack. The young cisalpine spit on his cock, adding a little more saliva to the liquid already dripping from the head. He ran a finger over the ass, the terrain was welcoming. The thumb slipped easily into the wet and already wide open ring. The hand served as a guide and the stiff member entered in turn. Sextus tried to grab the Greek's member to jerk him off. Loukianos pushes the hand away, he only wants to enjoy the pleasure of the fuck.
Firmly, the cisalpine pushes his cock against the inviting ring. The head splits the entrails, sometimes going back a little, when a sonorous groan indicates a more sensitive area. His hips pressed against the buttocks, he pauses to catch his breath and control the volcanic rumble that runs through the base of the sex announcing a too early cataract. Then with a single violent thrust, he pulls his cock out entirely to shove it back in again, tearing a deep moan from the male. With great strokes of the piston, he possesses the magister. Mouth wide open, panting, Loukianos writhes and comes as if to seek his breath on Procullus' lips. A shred of consciousness shines in the young man's ecstatic eyes, the rhythm of his hips slows down. Compensating for the weakness, the Greek backs away until the youthful dart disappears again in his ass. He starts the operation again, fucking and sliding. He is the one in control of the pleasure now. His tight buttocks squeeze and pull the cock like in wrestling.
Abandoned by Loukianos, the Nordic twins have slipped in near Drussus, busy sucking Calvisius' dick. The burning lips of one devour his cock, the tongue of the other warms his ass. Calvisius, pushing back the monoboles, prepares to penetrate the tribune's writhing slit, well wet by the German. He presses his chest against Paulus' back, and gently rocks into him. Roughly ridden, the tribune exults. His hands, his mouth can still catch the velvety bodies of the Aloades, who have resumed their embrace, playing with their twin dicks, holding the balls in a warm grip, encircling the edge of the scarlet staff with a cheerful tongue. Each thrust from Calvisius pushes the tribune away from the bubbling duo. Drussus tries to sit up, but Gaius resists, unwilling to pull out any more of his cock than is necessary for his enjoyment.
Loukianos' ass is on fire, Procullus' cock seems to him like a red-hot ember, worked by the vice of his buttocks. Procullus' handsome face is contracted, his lower lip clenched between his teeth, his eyes fixed on the penetration of his iron into the creamy ass. The arbiter's grunts punctuate the drums. Responding to this call, the twins come closer together in a somersault of flesh. The Greek's hands emerge and close on the two large stakes, ensuring his balance. Under his energetic caress, the cocks gain even more volume. His clenched fingers control a first wave of sap. But the next assault takes everything away. Playing the two dicks like instruments, the Greek sends the hot bursts of creamy cum onto his chest. In Sextus' veins flows a molten metal, his entire body catches fire. Like the opening of a crucible, his cock pours an incandescent stream into Loukianos' entrails. His knees no longer support him, he falls against the writer's polished body. Holding the fainting young man, Loukianos quickly finds the end of the crucible, his mouth closes on the limp dick, from which a few drops of semen still trickle.
The orgy is at its height, the air laden with the familiar smells of sweat and sex. It is nothing but clashes of tense muscles, deep male grunts. Everything is wet and oiled. Bodies come together for a final confrontation. Fists fly at throbbing cocks, asses are stuffed full, again and again, by thick mounds of glowing flesh. In turn, Drussus would like to possess Calvisius' ass, but he skillfully dodges. Paulus finds himself stuck between the two Germans, a curious pleasure of working and being worked by two men who look exactly alike. Loukianos, who does not want to move from Procullus' shaft, rolling and nibbling the perfect prick, lifts his ass to let him invest. Calvisius has moved closer to Procullus, ready to take back possession of the slit abandoned earlier. Sextus pinches his nipples, then writhes and grabs the patrician's ass. His two hands spread his buttocks, his greedy tongue licks the furrow. Gaius discovers a sovereign pleasure, he unclenches his buttocks. The hot, gluttonous tongue forces the ring, while a hand passes under his belly and begins to jerk him off gently.
Brought back to a more consistent desire, Gaius breaks free from Procullus's grip, slides behind him and pushes his cock into the beautiful valley, while on the other side, Loukianos still licks the mast and gobbles the balls. Sometimes, in passing, he even grabs Calvisius's. Drussus kisses the German's neck, combs the tangled fleece of his chest with his fingers and milks his breasts, firmly pushing his churn between the hooked hills. Drussus' arm has stretched out towards Loukianos' wriggling ass. Between the buttocks, his fingers have no trouble finding the path widely opened by Procullus. The tribune's cock leaves the warmth of the German's entrails, to immediately take possession of the arbiter's setting. Unbalanced again, Loukianos' hands cling firmly to the Nordic asses, his fingers tight on his buttocks, soft and hard at the same time. The twins, joining their mouths to that of the Greek, suck Procullus' balls, pulling on the smooth, wrinkled skin envelope, squeezing the delicate cores between their lips. With each pressure, Sextus makes a reflexive start, pressing himself even more on Gaius's taut belly, who leans forward and bites his neck. In response, the Cisalpine searches their thick blond fleeces and seizes the two straight, hard lances. The Aloades once again give rise to the orgasm, spurts of hot cream spurt between Sextus' fingers. At the other end of the assembly, Gaius roars and pours his cum in torrents between Procullus' thin thighs. The Cisalpine in turn waters the faces of Loukianos and the Germans. Loukianos is sated at both ends, since Drussus directly floods his entrails with copious drafts.
In the heat of ecstasy, the six men form only one mass of flesh, glistening in the light of the flames. The first Calvisius straightens up, he still holds the impaled body of Sextus at the end of his congested pole. Clasping the torso of the Cisalpine with his arms, he stands up. Embedded to the base, Procullus does not touch the ground. Carrying his pleasant burden in this way, Calvisius reaches the frigidarium. He descends the three steps of the circular pool, the cold water rises to his ankles. One step and Gaius lets himself fall into the center of the pool. The two men descend straight to the bottom, completely submerged. His cock made even stiffer by the bite of the icy bath on the overheated muscles, Gaius pistons the youthful ass. The cool water insinuates itself into the entrails, a singular contrast after the burning cum. With his cock deeply buried, the lawyer loosens the grip of his arms. The ass ring slowly slides along the disproportionately enlarged stake, a final dilation makes it cross the edge of the thick head.
Sextus, asphyxiated, rises to the surface. His head springs out of the water, his mouth wide open, suffocating as he swallows as much water as air. More accustomed to these nautical frolics, Gaius is still at the bottom. Sextus's ass has been placed at the level of his face. His hands spread his buttocks, revealing the smooth anus, surrounded by the round of the wrinkled skin. A finger circles it. Throbbing, the hole opens and closes convulsively. The finger sinks in and plays at ease in the liquid environment. The mouth then rests on the corolla, and empties its lungs. With a push of the legs, Calvisius also rises. His tongue runs down the back of the cisalpine to the nape of the neck, tracing a warm furrow in the cold of the bath. And when his shoulders come out of the water, his dart, sliding between the thighs, finds at the end of its course the sheath of the ass. Taking support from his elbows on the last step of the basin, Gaius with a thrust of his hip propels Sextus out of the water up to the belly, leaving the virile stake to better fit himself back in it by falling back into the water. With each jump the cock finds the hole between the buttocks, until the coolness of the water insinuating itself into the flesh, the stake loses its rigidity.
Drussus has also entered the frigidarium and is washing his body covered in cum and sweat under the icy rain of one of the statues, spring and his kid perched on the shoulders of the father whom he sprinkles with the contents of an urn. Drussus cleans his body with great caresses of his palms, regularly putting his hand to the package, kneading his balls, while his sated sex beats his thighs. Coming out of the pool, Calvisius comes to join him under the cold shower. Face to face, camped on the legs spread, the two men size each other up with their eyes, while their hands respectively seize the sex of the other. The silent dialogue continues under the grip of the fingers, each savoring the stiffness of their cocks, experiencing the strength of their desire. Gaius' hand slides from the sex to the inside of the firm thighs, which in a half-bend open a little more to his caress. Moving up the back of the thighs, Gaius' hand lingers for a moment on the taut gluteal buttresses, slides between the spread buttocks, before returning to the particularly sensitive narrow valley that connects ass and balls. The tribune's eyes say enough about the pleasure he takes in these explorations. Entering one of his legs into this muscular arch formed by the thighs, Gaius presses himself against Paulus' body, heads against each other, his mouth at the base of the ear. Their bodies heat up with pleasure despite the cold rain that covers them entirely.
Calvisius now sports a thick and long cock, darting a blossoming head above the clenched hand. Paulus compresses the shaft a little more, the turgid head disgorges a transparent pearl. A finger runs along the base of the head and the brake, making his partner vibrate with pleasure. Then with his hand, Drussus forcibly lowers the cock, forcing it to take position between the two muscular thighs. His fingers slowly massage the glans swollen with sap, making Gaius moan, forced to lean forward. The fight continues, exploring the limits of what his partner can bear, and immediately undergoing retaliatory measures in return. At the height of excitement, eyes in each other's eyes and cocks firmly in hand, they activate this natural fountain. Mouths half-open, their lips a few millimeters apart, half-flexed, they begin to milk each other. Concentrating on their pleasure, their breathing quickens and their swollen udders simultaneously release their virile milk in long vertical lines, staining the ground, quickly washed away by the cold water.
Procullus in turn emerges from the circular basin and places himself under the icy jet of one of the other statues, Autumn, a superb mature man with a vast chest. The stone penis bumps against the top of the buttocks and sinks effortlessly into the wide open ass. The icy marble cools his insides, like the shower his muscles. Leaving Loukianos in the good care of other monoboles, the Aloades have entered the frigidarium. Facing Drussus and Calvisius entwined in their struggle, Procullus with his eyes closed working his ass on the stone penis offers himself to their lust. The two colossi kneel before the young ephebe, as before an idol and lick his feet. Sextus reopens his eyes to the prodigious spectacle of the muscular backs, hollowed out by the furrow of the spinal column which widens between the fleshy hills of the buttocks. The two Germans gradually straighten up, drinking the icy water that trickles down Procullus' legs. The lips thus move up along the thighs, and finish their journey by closing on the balls that they suck greedily. Between the two tight faces, the perfect alabaster column stands up. One hand of the Germans, following the movement of the head, has gone up to the buttocks, massaging the fleshy globes, the other has remained tight around the thin ankles.
So when the two colossi stand up, they lift Procullus' legs in the same movement. Bent in two, Sextus is entirely impaled on the marble stake. Procullus leans against the chest of the statue, his legs folded on the shoulders of the Germans are enough to keep him suspended. With a simple bend of the knees, the monoboles raise and lower the light body of the ephebe, taking up the movement of the stone phallus in the ass. Sliding between the buttocks, the fingers enter between the flesh and the stone, dilating the ring more and more. It is soon so wide that Procullus no longer feels the coldness of the marble all around. The two Aloades have tightened their group, Sextus devours the four contracted, ample pectorals that are offered to his teeth. He soon feels the hard contact of the phallus sliding down his back, while at the entrance to his ass the softer mass of the Germans' heads points. Disproportionately enlarged, the hole offers almost no resistance to these nevertheless monstrous intruders. The corolla descends along the two tight shafts, slowly to their bases. His mouth gagged by the fleshy breasts, Procullus cannot even roar his pleasure.
Left alone, Loukianos, sitting on one of the benches of the tepidarium, stares at a dark silhouette leaning against the wall. Talos, as an experienced servant, has put himself in reserve, the melee having enough participants, but the sex still erect, ready. The black man advances. A step away from the Greek, he stretches out his leg and slides his foot between Loukianos' thighs. The toes flatter the cock, which although exhausted swells again, weigh the balls, then sink further forward, in search of the sweet orifice. The magister leans back on the bench and raises his legs. Talos raises the bend of the knees to the height of his shoulders, and without further prelude sinks his ebony column into the eager body. No longer resting on the bench except by the shoulders, the magister has passed the stage of refined foreplay and only wants to be stuffed again and again. A living, warm tool, Talos' pestle comes and goes in a wild rhythm.
Having left Marcellus exhausted in the caldarium, Gordius and David join the bench and place themselves on either side of Loukianos' head. Their spears, still stiff, fully rival Talos'. The Greek's gaze immediately shines with lust. He wants them all. Talos abruptly stops his high and turns Loukianos' body towards Gordius. The Syrian catches the legs in flight and without taking the time to secure his hold fills the fleshy chasm. New frenzy and when the vigor of Gordius' thrusts begins to weaken it is David who takes over, then Talos again. The magister is not only passive and participates in his enjoyment, working the instrument that possesses him by the play of his muscular buttocks, sucking the spears of his ring, contracting with each thrust, relaxing with each change of partner. The circle widens with the Aloades and Loukianos continues to turn. He can trust these experienced slaves to prolong his ecstasy for as long as he can bear it.
Lying on the wide wooden bench of the caldarium, Marcellus is the spectator of this wild round. Sextus approaches, his ass distended by the deep sweeping of the Aloades and his appetite increased tenfold. Marcellus turns on his back, pointing at a beautiful stiff tail. The young man crouches above the patrician's body and, having seized the outstretched prick, he impales himself on it. No longer allowing himself to be surprised by such ease of pleasure, the old Roman draws the voracious ephebe to him. Sextus goes up and down along the stake which searches his entrails.
Calvisius moves closer to the duo. His ejaculation under the cold shower has in no way diminished the strong erection of his cock. As soon as he is within reach, Procullus licks the head with small strokes of his tongue. The skin, dripping with icy water, is still cold. Marcellus' eyes have also turned to Calvisius, whose mature male beauty shines in the light of the torches. Hands on his hips, Gaius lets Sextus devour his cock. The Cisalpine swallows the cock and sucks it greedily until he almost chokes on it, then his mouth turns its attention to the two splendid balls so swollen that they are perfectly firm. Both hands caress the fleshy buttocks and a finger even slides into the furrow. Gaius, remembering the young man's oral prowess, straddles Marcellus' chest. Sextus slides his tongue around his lips greedily. His mouth first slowly kisses the firm masses of the buttocks. His tongue tastes the velvety skin, then slides into the furrow, touching the tip of the still virgin ring. The corolla opens to the intruder. Then pressing his face against the buttocks, Sextus eats the ass with ardor not without continuing to be fucked. On the other side, Calvisius' sex rises above Marcellus' face.
The patrician straightens his torso. Gaius begins by caressing the face with the tip of his penis. The quivering glans thus runs over the forehead, the cheekbones, advances towards the lips of Marcellus who cannot hold back. He opens them and his tongue, timidly at first, explores the patrician flesh. In fact, for the moment he has only practiced slaves and Procullus. The lips close over the tip of the head. Marcellus feels it vibrate, each pulsation penetrates him, and increases his voluptuousness tenfold. He becomes bolder, swallows it whole and starts sucking. The enormous head bubbles under his tongue, the intoxication of pleasure is too strong, Marcellus feels his whole body leave, he swallows the penis in its entirety, while his own deeply destroys Sextus' ass with a brutal movement and discharges a tumultuous flow of cum. Marcellus' body arched, throwing Sextus forward, who had to cling to Calvisius' back to keep from falling. A bubbling torrent flooded his insides. The patrician's body went limp and his head fell back.
Calvisius doesn't want to leave it at that. Pushing aside a panting Sextus, he lifts Marcellus by the hips. The buttocks spread, the enormous head presents itself in front of the hole still oiled by the sperm of the monoboles. Under the penetrating assault, the patrician moans with pleasure and pain. The enormous member disappears and the heavy balls hit the hairy buttocks. Marcellus greedily swallows Sextus' cock, which has straddled his face. The triangle closes again when Gaius' lips join those of Procullus. Marcellus lets himself be overwhelmed by pleasure, arches his back to receive the dagger deeper in his ass, attaching himself to Procullus' buttocks to swallow the entire length of the lance. Reaching orgasm, Procullus and Calvisius take out their dart and, in a barbaric moan, discharge their burning cum on Marcellus' body. The three Roman citizens collapsed against each other.
All day long they searched in vain for Marcus Ulpius Marcellus; he did not appear either in the palace or in the senate. Paulus Drussus was not seen either, but in case of need they knew where to find him. No one thought they would also meet the austere patrician there.
