Verus caresses the buttocks of the German who lies next to him.
– Your meal is appetizing, my dear Gaius. I know what these Germans are capable of, and an intimate encounter with just one of these giants alone avenged all of Germany, I must admit.
– Let's give Procullus a few more moments of rest and tell us about it.
– After an afternoon at the Virunum camp baths, which are not worth those of Euphorion, neither for the facilities nor for the staff, I had returned to my lodgings and dismissed my staff. I drew the curtain that isolated my bed from the room and found myself face to face with one of those hairy giants that we were fighting. The man was completely naked, apparently without weapons, motionless, his metallic blue gaze fixed on me. If it were not for the patterns painted in a blue pigment all over his body, he would have been a marble copy of the bronze colossus of Drussus. Abundant golden hair, prominent pectorals glistening with short blond hairs and a belly undulating with firm muscles, the bottom of my tunic was soon deformed. The man smiled, and lowered his head. I followed his movement with my eyes. At the bottom of his belly, a majestic sex was beginning to stand up. He seemed to have chosen the weapon with which he would confront me. I accepted the fight. I took off my tunic and stood on my two legs spread. It was he who challenged me. I knew enough of the Germanic warrior code to know that it was up to him to initiate the fight.
He knelt at my feet and swallowed my cock whole. I was determined to show him how much effort it took to bring a Roman to surrender. At first I had no trouble remaining keeping a stiff upper lip, but the expert pumping finally stirred me and I felt my dagger swell and harden under the assaults of the burning tongue. This German was truly gifted. I was licked, titillated, gobbled, sucked from the tip of the head to the base of the cock, without forgetting the brief escapes towards the balls, with unfailing determination. I could soon no longer hold back my moans. The goaded German got carried away, redoubled his efforts and talents. His lips and his hot, slimy tongue encircled my entire sex. Complete defeat was near, my knees trembled, I staggered, beads of sweat ran down my face. I let out a long grunt. A wave of pleasure rose up my spine. My hips jerked in spasms. I screamed and poured my cum down his throat. The barbarian swallowed greedily. I closed my eyes in ecstasy, I had lost the first fight.
His powerful arms lifted me up to lie me down on the bed. His mouth settled on mine, in a savage kiss. His long tongue probed my throat, his teeth pinched my lips. We rubbed our bodies against each other and before long I was panting again. I felt the barbarian's rigid spear against my stomach. He was so excited that he was already profusely seeping. I admired more closely the superb white marble column, veined with blue and purple, topped with a capital hidden in the folds of the soft veil of the foreskin. I began the second struggle. I seized the instrument, which contracted under my fingers. I easily lowered the curtain, and a moist, glowing head gently slid out. I stroked the stinger and it reached its final stiffness. My mouth opened fearfully. The piece was so thick that my fingers could not encircle it.
The turgid head glistened. The German grunted. I hesitated. Perhaps this wasn't the best way to avenge Varus's legions. My own cock was stiff again. Finally, I lowered my head toward this descendant of Arminius and swallowed the Nordic cock. Beneath the straight shaft, the heavy balls swung in their skin sac. He was less resistant than I was, or so I thought. The German's thighs and abs contracted, his buttocks clenched. My mouth was soon filled with the warm mush, and his hips forced the bottle deep into my mouth. He was panting, covered in sweat. He sent me mouthfuls of cream that tasted a little rancid, and after a few moments, he withdrew, exhausted with ecstasy. Tie.
We collapsed into another embrace. It was a race to crush the other with his arms the hardest. The barbarian seemed to enjoy moving his ass before my eyes, thighs spread, his hole flashing invitingly. The Germans are definitely more aware of manly things than I thought when I left Rome. I managed to turn him onto his stomach and pinned him down with all my weight. I spat into my hand and spread a good dose of saliva on my cock, which had regained all its stiffness, not knowing what resistance I would encounter. I slid it between the two gluteal globes and butted against the dark opening. He grunted. I pushed. His fingers tightened in the thick bedclothes. He didn't struggle or moan. The ring opened and my head abruptly crossed the barrier, deliciously caught. The entire shaft followed effortlessly between the burning buttocks. The barbarian finally let out a more hoarse growl.
What a superb ass! Tight enough to maintain a constant stiffness, but swallowing greedily. I stuffed him furiously until I was dripping with sweat. My hips slammed against his firm buttocks, driving my cock all the way inside. My balls slapped against his ass. The colossus knew how to do it, I could feel his ring tightening or dilating, while a slight movement of his hips accompanied the rhythm of my assaults. I slid my hand under his stomach, his cock seemed to grow even larger, a real bull's cock. His touch triggered my orgasm. Wave after wave of my cum poured into his bowels.
Had I defeated him? With a sudden movement, he rolled us over. I found myself lying on my back, him sitting on my stomach, my shaft fully buried in his ass. He clenched his buttocks, and with the sole strength of his thighs, began to ride me. My cock, which had barely softened, quickly regained its full stiffness. He accelerated the movement. I won't prolong the story unnecessarily. I was no longer in control and couldn't claim victory. He was relentless and made me cum twice more without stopping his ride. I had his monstrous throbbing cock before my eyes. I had tried to grab it, but he had pinned my hands behind my neck. When he finally loosened his buttocks, I was exhausted and had nothing left to do but surrender to my conqueror.
I got into position, on my hands and knees, waiting for the fury of the barbarian hordes. I heard him spit on his cock and he spurred me roughly. I couldn't hold back a scream. Forcing the too narrow entrance, his enormous purple head slid into my ass. He pushed his dick deeper and deeper. I don't know how much he managed to get in, but I felt like I could feel its tip at the back of my throat. He moved more violently. The pain became more intense, I screamed enough to wake up the whole camp, but my guards knew where these screams were coming from and were careful not to intervene. He continued, probing deeper and deeper with his pole. He grabbed my cock and stroked it in time with his saber strokes. I thought I was exhausted, but my cock responded to his expert fingers. After a while the pain in my ring became a growing desire and appetite. He swore for the first time.
Without so much as a second thought, he turned me onto my back and resumed his intense pounding. I was on fire. I felt his boiling cum pour into my guts a second time and my own cock exploded in a miraculous orgasm. I let loose my juices, splashing all the way up to my beard. We were both dripping with sweat and the blue paint that covered his body was now staining mine as well. A wide grin lit up his face, he half withdrew his cock from my ass, then burst out laughing, shoved it back in and started pounding me even more savagely. He was now screaming in his delirium of pleasure. I felt his hot cum flood my insides a third time and I fainted.
When I regained consciousness, he had disappeared. I might have thought it was a dream, if a stream of cum hadn't been dripping from my wide-open ass. I noticed in the mirror that he had cut a few blond curls from my hair, a trophy to add to his list of conquests and a complete defeat for Roman pride."
Verus's story had further heightened the guests' excitement, and the now stiff cocks were carefully worked by the Germans, hands and mouths.
"Poor Varus. But it's time to begin the feast."
At a gesture from Calvisius, Talos is the first to leave the ranks and advance toward the Cisalpine. Sextus is still in place, kneeling, his face touching the ground, his ass in the air. The man kneels behind him and begins to caress him. His black hands wander over the white thighs, over his belly, caressing the flanks of the docile little animal. Talos lingers over the small, round ass, caresses it, opens the buttocks. Talos's mouth follows the path already traced by the Germans. The young Cisalpine man shudders at the touch of the moist lips, his whole body groans with pleasure when the colossus blows his hot breath into the ring of his ass. Procullus is just waiting to be mounted by the man in heat.
But the caresses last a long time. The young pale body wiggles its ass to receive the homage of the black body. The Cisalpine has further amplified his position, head buried in his hands, body leaning sharply forward to better straighten its wide-open ass. Behind the slave stands up, displaying in front of the spread buttocks an enormous ebony stake, straight, stiff, thick, long, erect above large, heavy balls. Talos holds Sextus's loins with a firm grip, as he keeps moving. Despite his size, the ram could have sunk in one thrust deep into the ass abundantly oiled by the barbaric sperm, but Talos penetrates it only with light thrusts, each time provoking a new cry of pleasure. Then, the blows redouble, more harsh. Procullus writhes with pleasure under the battering of the enormous cock. He feels his stomach hammered deep by the swollen cock, the heavy balls slapping against the bottom of his ass.
Talos has released Sextus's hips, now possessing a much more solid anchor point, and spreads the young Latin's buttocks wider to sink even deeper. Procullus also wants even more and finds his partner too slow, grabbing with one hand the enormous balls that are hammering him and with the other pulling the muscular thigh towards him. The bodies embrace, covered in sweat. The powerful African withdraws and eats the ass deeply, his tongue foraging in the gaping hole, mixing his saliva with the Germans' cum. Immediately afterward, without giving Sextus the slightest time to breathe, a break that the latter is far from desiring, he plunges his enormous prick back into the eager ass. The slave fills the young body with sharp, repeated, and increasingly violent blows. His big tail now penetrates deep into the entrails, his belly sticking to the gluteal furrow, which from a deep valley has widened to the dimensions of a vast plain.
The movements of his loins become jerky, Sextus's increasingly high-pitched cries are lost in the gasps. The colossus tenses and, at the same time as a hoarse rattle emerges from his chest, Procullus feels hot, thick jets spurt in bursts into his belly. His juices drained, Talos curls up on the young boy's body, his thick cock barely flaccid in his ass. She bathes in the still-warm streams of semen, which begin to trickle down his thighs.
The show isn't over yet. Sextus, still trapped in Talos's embrace, turns around and kisses him forcefully. His mouth moves down to the tips of his breasts, which he nibbles at, then down to his cock, which he licks, taking his balls into his mouth and stretching them. The ebony phallus quickly regains his hardness. Talos stands up, an immense, dark silhouette, lit by glowing flashes from the torches. Effortlessly, he lifts the body, which appears slender and almost milky white, by placing his hands under his shoulders. Sextus clings to the colossus's body, crossing his arms around his neck and wrapping his thighs around the African slave's torso. In this position, his buttocks spread wide, overlooking Talos's stiff cock. Loosening the grip of his thighs a little, Procullus slowly impales himself on the enormous stake. Then he brutally spreads his legs, putting all his weight on the black cock, and once again the powerful dart pleasantly bruises the depths of his belly. Talos wraps his powerful arms around Procullus's thighs and, flexing his formidable muscles, lifts Sextus's body, then lets it fall. The spectators see the big black cock emerge from his ass and with a sharp thrust engulf itself. The giant vigorously stuffs the young man for a good while. And while the black cock digs deep into his belly, Sextus kisses him passionately. Procullus soon can't hold back any longer, he tightens the grip of his thighs. Talos withdraws his big cock, and jets of cum spurt from the black pole, spreading over both bodies and up to their faces.
– I hope, Caesar, you no longer have any doubts about Sextus' formidable abilities.
Not letting the excitement subside, no sooner had Talos returned to his place than Calvisius pointed to the next slayer, David. The Jew advanced on all fours, his charms dangling between his legs at eye level with Procullus lying on the ground. Arriving near the cisalpine, he rose to his knees. Sextus admired the marvelous object still half-resting, the round, soft head, without foreskin. Step by step, the rigid flesh rose before the abundant brown fleece that from the lower abdomen rose in a fine furrow over the abdominal muscles to spread over the pectorals. He opened his mouth wide and swallowed the hard stick, tightly surrounding the shaft with his lips, feeling the first drops oozing from the head. He savored these first fruits and slid further down the stiff shaft, until the head reached his throat. He was now accustomed to swallowing such large pieces. He pulls back a little, keeping only the tip in his mouth, then moves back down until he can feel the head deep in his throat. He opens his eyes when his nose touches his taut stomach. The Jew grunts, his cock enveloped by the warm, moist velvet of his tongue. He begins to accompany the movements of his head with opposing movements of his hips, stuffing that benevolent mouth a little faster. Procullus feels his cock hardening again.
While Sextus sucks the monoboles, caressing his balls, large and hard, David leans over the body of the cisalpine and his hand grasps the cock and squeezes it violently. The cisalpine's erection grows stronger and makes him accelerate his movements, his tongue searches the circumcised head, which quivers under the sucking, and which the Hebrew's hip thrusts push to the bottom of his throat. He releases the cock, which slaps against the muscular belly of the jew and his mouth engulfs the large balls that he sucks. David's two hands firmly hold Procullus's head against his sex. The monoboles lies down on the ground and, gently, spreads his thighs, raising his legs. Sextus understands the invitation, and his tongue abandons the balls to continue his path towards the crack of the buttocks. He licks the salty skin, and raises David's legs further, he contemplates the wet, hairy ring, which opens and closes in time with the Jew's breathing, and his tongue sinks into the ass, lapping the moist walls. The moans, which the monoboles utters, indicate to Procullus, that he too is ready to participate in the pleasure. While maintaining contact with the wet ass, he makes a half turn, and his pelvis is quickly pulled upwards by eager hands. David's tongue now ventures into his ass and Sextus feels again the violent desire to be taken.
Unable to hold back any longer, he abandons his exploration and turns over to lie on his stomach, his legs wide open towards the audience. The monoboles lies on top of him, completely hugging the Cisalpine's body, and begins to rub his cock between his buttocks. Sextus feels his ass wide open, ready to receive the most imposing instruments, and David's member is. He lets out moans as much from desire as from impatience. The Hebrew straightens up a little, grabs his magnificently stiff member, and places it in front of the gaping, wet asshole. Slowly, smoothly, the cock sinks, straight and hard, into the stomach and only stops its course when the heavy balls hit the buttocks. The blows accelerate and become more brutal. Procullus's cock and balls, crushed by his own weight and that, more considerable, of David, rub on the carpet to the rhythm of the sodomy, further increasing his desire. One last thrust and the sperm spurts out with such force that Sextus thinks he can taste it deep in his throat. The monoboles quickly pulls out and turns the young man over, just as, in turn, a hot, jerky liquid spills from the already sorely tried penis onto the youthful belly.
« That's already two very generous courses, Gaius. Aren't you afraid of damaging Loukianos's fine Greek marble? – I assure you, Caesar, my Doryphoros is more steel than marble, and no one in these baths has yet managed to reach the limits of his endurance. – But I'm not as resilient as he is in the face of such excitement; a short respite would be welcome. – No respite for us, Loukianos, but I had planned a short interlude to give Procullus time to digest this first courses."
Taking Calvisius at his word, Sextus stands up, slips a finger between his buttocks, and tastes the creamy mixture he scoops out. He moves toward the back, while Hierokles and Protogenes move forward.
– A Greek interlude, Gaius, you who have never made the journey to Hellas?
– Greece is no more than a dream. People still send their children there to complete their studies, they visit it like an immense art gallery. But already its most beautiful monuments have been moved. There are more statues of Phidias in the temples of Rome than in the Parthenon, and more Hellenic scholars in our libraries than under the colonnades of Athens. Even Hadrianus the Greek was unable to restore its prestige. Everyone will draw from the storehouse as long as Greece retains its glow. But with age its beauty will fade. Its temples will collapse, all that will remain will be a field of ruins, of disjointed stones, of toppled columns, eaten away by the weather. However, people will continue to visit it, reverently, on pilgrimage, like a mature man returns with nostalgia to the dilapidated village of his childhood. One cannot be the cradle of civilization and survive there. But at the same time, its breath is everywhere : Rome would still be nothing more than a crude republic of peasant-soldiers if the Hellenic breath hadn't fertilized it.
– And even you, Loukianos, you find our young Latins looking like kouros.
– It's up to you, Titus, to mock them, you whom Euphorion appreciates so much precisely because you seem to him the perfect balance between Rome and Greece.
– While waiting for everything to collapse, let's see if the children of this very civilized country can show a little savagery.
The two monoboles are at the center of the floor, exchanging a look charged with desire. They grip each other with a certain violence. Their powerful and virile hands quickly find their target, one towards the breasts, to feel them vigorously, pinching them, the other towards the cock, to jerk it off without delicacy. Distrusting each other's gaze, their features almost tense, the two Greeks approach their lips for a carnivorous kiss. Their bodies pressed against each other, they caress each other frantically. Perfectly skilled in their craft, they know how to create the illusion, but here they don't even have to force the effect. Their triumphant cocks clearly show the real pleasure they are taking. Protogenes takes Hierokles in his arms, holding him in his embrace. His right hand once again grasps his compatriot's cock and his left hand goes to caress his muscular and plump buttocks. He turns his companion around so that the spectators can follow his probing finger as it begins to deeply explore this appetizing part of the Greek's anatomy. He inserts his index finger into the anus and Hierokles spreads his thighs wide to facilitate this brutal intrusion.
Protogenes kneels down. The long, stiff, thick cock rises up in front of him, ready to fill his mouth. The Greek begins by delivering simple, quick licks to the tip, letting desire continue to swell the club, while roughly feeling the abundantly full balls. Hierokles runs his hands through the Greek's hair, presses his face against his stomach, and lets out grunts, not just simulated, under the combined effect of the movement of his index finger in his ass and the treatment reserved for his cock and balls. He frantically moves his hips to better force the Greek's mouth wide open.
After a while of this brutal treatment, Protogenes seems to rebel. He gets up and turns his colleague in profile, still attentive to the spectators. Spitting in his hand, he polishes his head with the sticky juice and, with one blow, violently plunges his dick into the arched ass of Hierokles who, in shock, cannot hold back a small cry of pain. The other goes at it at full speed, without consideration. His cock slides quickly and easily into the open sheath of the Greek, legs apart, leaning forward, hands resting on his knees. Protogenes's balls swing in all directions, receiving a pulse each time his penis hits his colleague's buttocks. The two bodies are seized by a synchronous, jerky and rapid movement. When the skins collide powerfully, the noise reaches the intensity of a strong slap, slaps there is also the one that Protogenes gives to Hierokles' buttocks at the same time as he stuffs them. His hands also pinch Hierokles' nipples fiercely, kneading his cock fiercely. Despite the intoxication of the rut, the monoboles controls himself perfectly and the vigor with which he shoves his shaft into the hole seems inexhaustible. Finally the Greek lets the pleasure overwhelm him, he takes his dick out of his friend's ass and sends his cum onto his brown skin.
– That's how I appreciate the wine of pleasure, strong and rough.
– The dosage was still finer than that, Caesar. Hierokles, and Protogenes are far from being the thick brutes of your legionaries. I don't know of any of the violence you're now accustomed to.
– But isn't harshness the inevitable counterpart of the assault of two bodies?
– Don't be fooled, Marcus, with refinement one can also achieve a quasi-mystical ecstasy. Don't you remember the visit of that priest from Phrygia, who came on your recommendation, Caesar, when you were in Syria? The whole Orient seemed to have descended on Euphorion's this summer evening. To the rhythm of citharas and tambourines, in a lascivious dance, two splendid Adonises, of incomparable beauty, had charged the night air with voluptuous vibrations. In this captivating atmosphere, the triumphant nudity of their coppery skin appeared even more magnificent. They were completely shaven. The base of their sex was caught in a copper bracelet set with precious stones. The priest called his young disciples to his side. Of these two bodies, which played flexibly, only the penis was stiff and rigid. While the boys' lips lingered over the other's pectorals with their erect nipples, the priest's lips enveloped the most tempting phallus offered to him. Despite the sumptuous feasts that had preceded this evening, this was the most delicate dish. As the music continued to hover over the great hall, all the groups had arranged themselves according to that formed by the three monks, and our pleasure would follow theirs.
« The young boy's tongue then played between his partner's thighs, while their superior's fingers tasted the sweet warmth of the most intimate part of their rounded buttocks, at the same time as he greedily gobbled up the two pendants of flesh, which, better than precious stones, adorned the base of their sex. The priest then took a small bottle that hung around his neck, to ingest, without swallowing, a shot of a decoction of rare herbs and, cautiously, opened his mouth again to bathe the dancer's testicles, whose cock he had already so appreciated. The tonic and subtly exciting effect of the liquid put the young man in turmoil. His erection became even more vigorous.
« The high priest, his mouth still full of the precious liquid, then swallowed the head of the boy's dick, who also experienced the exciting effect of the strange preparation. Electrified, the dancer embraced his fellow student and penetrated him. The oscillations of this beautiful little rump, which came and went above the other languid youthful body, were too tempting an invitation to resist for long. The priest quickly plunged his prick into the charming rosebud, which was hidden between the shadowy thighs. The movement imparted to these three entangled bodies was in perfect harmony with the music of the zithers and soon all pleasure took on the same rhythm. The three monks offered an ecstatic smile, their eyes in the vagueness of a celestial world, their skin covered with fine beads of sweat. Their pleasure was more than human, it bordered on the divine.
– Perhaps Gaius, but your three monks were each in their own Olympus, without any connivance. With a few puffs of oriental herb, they would surely have reached the same altered state.
– Well, let's see if our Procullus can do better with the help of our Aloades."
