The Spear-Bearer

Washed, polished, and even lightly perfumed, a leather strap now adorning his ankle, Procullus follows the young slave up the stairs as he did the day before. The nervous tremors took again him, but quite as uncontrollable is the answer of his body to the attractive framing of the two small round buttocks just under his eyes: inflating with the rhythm of the steps, between his thighs his sex swings already a little less. In the corridor of the floor, Leagros whispers in his ear: " I hope that we did not make Caesar wait. Trust your charm and whatever happens, never refuse yourself. It is perhaps not the best way to please Lucius Verus, but it is the only way to stay at the baths." One last kiss. "Don't forget to have fun too!" and he disappears into the shadows.

Procullus crossed this time the curtain with a little more insurance. It is not the emperor that he finds lying on the bed, but Paulus Drussus, naked of course. "Here, the little legionary from last night! Don't just stand there, come in! Caesar should be here soon and apparently when he told me to wait for him here, he had forgotten the instructions left at Euphorion... Come closer, so I can see better what has so fascinated Lucius! Your name is Sextus, I believe, newly assigned to the praetorian guard and to the even closer one of Caesar." Drussus's fleshy, tanned body is so exciting, that the emperor's friend doesn't just look with his eyes. No sooner has Paulus' hand grazed it than Procullus' cock rises straight up in a stroke. "Not talkative, but ready to get acquainted!"

Drussus rises and, grasping the young man in his strong arms, lays him down on the thick carpet that covers the floor. Kneeling above the belly, he leans forward and his tongue comes to lick the tended dick of Sextus. His fingers slide around the beautiful shaft, ever more rigid, caressing the nuts and the birth of the buttocks, while his lips swirl around the head. The cock of Drussus also offers itself to Procullus, much thicker than that of Leagros. Spontaneously he puts his hands on the firm thighs and seizes with the full mouth the swollen member. The satiny skin covers entirely the head, even in full erection. His tongue licks the envelope, caresses the purple flesh. His lips go down along the shaft until feeling the head against the bottom of his throat. Tears in the eyes, on the point to choke, Sextus breathes the intoxicating perfume which emanates from the thick bush of curled hairs. Then catching his breath, he just keeps the head in his mouth, releasing it from the foreskin with a simple pressure of the lips. The skin folds back without a thick bulge, as in Verus, under the perfect curve of the capital that ends the strong column. A fine foam with an almost sweet taste mixes with the abundant saliva. Sextus is not satisfied anymore with the fellatio, his hands slide off the thighs to the rebounded bottom. His fingers tighten on the firm flesh of buttocks, deprived of the fleece of black hairs which covers those of the emperor. He advances towards the groove buttocks wide open, discovers the flexible ring, and without effort pushes there a phalanx. Drussus answers with a grunt, surprised by the talents of the pretended novice.

Too busy, the two men did not notice that the curtain parted slightly. The emperor watched them for a while, then let the curtain fall again. He returned soon after and this time slipped silently into the barely lit room. It is only when his thick sting rubs against the lower back of Drussus, that this one notices his presence and straightens the bust. He does not have time to make more, that all the length of the cock of Verus sinks in this ground already many times explored. A roar welcomes this intrusion. Panting, the kidneys arched on the sting plunging in the deepest of his flesh, Paulus leans on the emperor kneeling behind him. Verus embraces the muscular chest and of the flat of his hands massages the protruding pectoral. "And I was afraid that my new tribune would get impatient. But you were already taking the lead. It is indeed now official: you have our little friend under your command and you can abuse him with all your authority... when it's not me abusing you." And Lucius gives again a powerful thrust against the buttocks of Drussus, who answers with a new moan. " It is nevertheless necessary to inflict to our new bodyguard a small punishment for having thus yielded too willingly to the desires of his lustful superior. Satyros, the field offers itself to you, plowed only from yesterday. Wet well!"

The young Sardinian, who entered discreetly following the emperor, kneels between the spread legs of a Procullus all surprised. Grabbing the thighs, he brings the ass to the height of his face. In position, the slave starts to lick copiously the crack and the surroundings of the hole. The peak of the tongue penetrates in the pink-well, fills it with saliva. Verus, the hips tightened against the buttocks of Drussus, the sword always inserted until the guard, follows avidly over the shoulder of Paulus the progress of the pleasure on the face of his young protected. Tightening the catch of his hands on the fleshy chest of Paulus, he seizes between his fingers the nipples and pinches them hard. The face of the tribune tightens with pain. In the ass of Procullus, a finger replaced the tongue, massing the opening of the narrow passage. Two fingers, then three relax the hole. Meticulously Satyros wets the crack of the buttocks, now drowned in saliva. Holding always raised the waist of the young Roman, he gets up again to implement the punishment imposed by the emperor. Sextus sees then between his spread thighs the sex in erection of the Sardinian. Above two voluminous balls rises the immense phallus, until well above the navel, thick as a branch of a tree. Procullus cannot prevent himself from reacting: "No, not that." The emperor, who waited for this moment, retorts: " Come on, young man, not of refusal. The longer it is, the bigger it is, the better is it, when you like cocks. It is well your case? You'll see, you'll ask for more." And he signals to the slave to continue.

Satyros slides first the device between the thighs and ensures the catch of his hands on the hips. The balls of Procullus are crushed by the fleshy mass. The Sardinian points towards the hole dripping of saliva and begins to push by spreading the buttocks to the maximum. A red veil darkens the eyes of Sextus, he howls of pain. Verus buries the still stiff cock of Drussus in the wide-open mouth, stifling the cries. With a more violent thrust, half of the astounding member sinks. Satyros then taps his ass gently, watching with pleasure as his cock disappears little by little. The pain is always more acute, until finally the heavy nuts hit the ass. Having reached the bottom, the slave doesn't move anymore. Sextus closes his eyes, trying to relax. The pain fades and he can catch his breath. The Sardinian then takes out his giant pole and pushes it in. At first, the searing pain is more than Sextus thinks he can bear, but it soon gives way to intense fire. Satyros pulls out again, leaving only the head in the hole. And after a pause, in long, vigorous thrusts, he begins to methodically stuff the hole, beating his huge balls against Procullus's buttocks. Going from now on in front of every push of the slave, all to the furious desire to be fucked, the cisalpine whines and growls to every assault. The tail of Drussus is given up, and the deaf rales of Procullus harmonize with the raucous cries of Satyros.

As soon as he feels the attention of Verus slackening, the Sardinian takes out his mandrel from the torn flesh and a wave of cum floods the back of Procullus. The emperor seems satisfied with the spectacle. Satyros salutes and leaves at once. Procullus, the eyes closed, has him very badly to emerge from the ecstasy. Verus shakes him by the shoulder. " Go, will clean you and join me to the caldarium. I still have to correct your leader. " A masterly slap falls on the buttocks of Paulus. Painfully Procullus gets up. Hardly holding on his legs, he passes the curtain, while Verus releases all his excitation on the body of Drussus.

The ass on fire and the stiff sex, Procullus gains the shower room, where Hierokles, the finished training, enjoys the pleasure of the hot water jets. The eye of the professional quickly understood the step of an exhausted rider of Sextus. "It would appear that Caesar has used too large a caliber." He reaches over and strokes the martyred buttocks with the back of his hand. "Let's see some damage and then I'll treat the stiffness of this magnificent instrument. In the shower first! Lean on the wall and let me take care of your ass!" Hierokles kneels behind the young man, gently spreads the two round buttocks. With his tongue in quick strokes, he makes disappear the traces of sperm, helped by the hot water which trickles on all the body. Sextus is surprised that instead of being painful, this contact only makes his erection tighter. The tongue slips in the still largely opened ring, Procullus purrs. The thumbs of the Greek massage the entry of the hole, their two phalanges slide easily in the tender flesh. Sextus arches his hips, but Hierokles moves aside. "The damage is not so serious, he smiles. Your ass has provisions which would make doubt that yesterday it was still virgin. But now let's see a little of the other side."

"By Hercules, how could Caesar have ignored such a marvel." A smooth and diaphanous skin covers a phallus, which by its size has nothing exceptional, but which seems to be made with a lathe, perfectly straight and of a constant diameter from the lower belly to the head. The whole is of dark pink, finely veined with blue. The foreskin covers almost entirely a head of a very beautiful curvature. Only at the top, a small nipple of a brighter red protrudes from the silky sheath, hemmed with a fine white foam. Under this beautiful branch hangs two big nuts, hardly lower on the left to break a too perfect drawing. And if the base of the sex is decorated with a tuft of short curly hairs, the skin of the nuts is naturally deprived of it, like the buttocks. The hand of Hierokles flatters roundnesses and declivities, teasing the meatus from where a brilliant pearl emerges. Lowered to the horizontal one, the released member straightens up by slapping against the tended belly. Between thumb and index finger, the monoboles makes slide the foreskin on the perfect curve of the head. A trickle of saliva flows from between his lips, spread with his fingertips on the unhooded bud. Mute of admiration, the hands posed on the hips of the young man, the Greek approaches the mouth, sucks the tasty pocket and the cores boiling of life. The tongue goes up the tended shaft until the peak, twists around the glans and collects at its top the foam of the pleasure.

"Then what, the new one, you help yourself to the Emperor's dish." Hierokles too busy and Procullus eyes closed did not hear the arrival of Gordius and David. "We share!" continues the Syrian, but it is the Jew who, faster, dives first at the side of the Greek. And two mouths are now active on the member of the young man all surprised, but very far from protesting. The tongues work first of all in concert, glossing all the height of the column of flesh. The palpitating cock disappears then in the mouth of the one, while the other sucks the balls, then the roles are reversed, or the four lips come to join themselves around the rubicund head. Procullus exults panting, the muscles of the legs stiffened as to better resist the assaults of the enjoyment. But the two monoboles are much too expert to let burst the orgasm.

Gordius approaches in his turn of Sextus, caressing his cock, still at rest but already enormous. And under the amazed eyes of the cisalpine the cock of the Syrian rises by stage, until a turgid erection against a backdrop of wild fleece. Taken of frenzy the young man leans and catches in full mouth the stake, all vibrating of its inflated and projecting veins. Gordius, in a thrust, makes him swallow the burning firebrand until the bottom of the throat. In front of such a mass of flesh, Procullus knows only to push some inarticulate grunts. The Syrian grabs him by the hair and with vigorous movements of the hips sweeps his mouth. Lower, Hierokles gives up the ground to David and his tongue going up the belly tastes the fine salted sweat that covers the body of the cisalpine. The mouth reaches the breast, chewing the nipples which harden under the tooth.

Gordius releases his prey, Procullus straightens up and Hierokles embraces the torso of the young man of a powerful embrace against his chest dripping with sweat. Under the tongue of David, the two cocks cross the iron. The grunts of Sextus are muffled by the lips which stick to his. The Greek kisses him wildly, making him feel his teeth, pushing his tongue in the mouth. Procullus answers passionately, exchanging breath and saliva.

The tight lips stifle a cry from Sextus. With a single stroke, the spear of Gordius sinks into the still wide open hole. The grip of David closes on the juvenile sex and pulls on the lever of flesh, the spear of Gordius leaves its case, then again he pushes back Sextus on his stake. Overwhelmed by so many solicitations, the young man does not know anymore what to make. The burning firebrand of the Syrian sets fire to his ass with energy, but his amazing eyes are attached to another sight. Hierokles pushed back David and holding with one hand the tail of Procullus, stiffer and inflated than ever, turns over. Slowly Sextus sees the enormous downy buttocks approaching his belly. The head effortlessly crosses the ring, then the sheath of flesh surrounds the cock. The tight buttocks, Hierokles impales himself slowly, receiving in counterblow the assaults of Gordius. It is more than Procullus can support and even before having reached the bottom of the abyss, he pushes a hoarse cry and pours a flood of cum in the entrails of the Greek. Not being able to stand on his legs anymore, he collapses on the floor of the shower. Gordius, dejected, gets back to his feet at once and his club takes the place left free in the ass of Hierokles. The still-hot cum of Procullus spurts out of the hole. "To us both, dish hijacker!" David, still on his knees, grabs Hierokles' ankles and lifts them off the ground. The Greek leaning on the Syrian's chest impales himself deep on his cock. The Jew brings back the knees of the Greek against his shoulders and his dick sliding against that of Gordius comes to join it at the bottom of the entrails of Hierokles bent in two. Procullus reopens the eyes on this body suspended in the air by the double stuffing of the monoboles. The room resounds of the howls of pleasure of the three men. Panting, the tense muscles furrowed of brooks of sweat, Gordius and David smash in unison the Greek. The slaves give free rein to their enjoyment. And double bursts of hot and fat cum spurt one after the other in the belly of Hierokles. The virile liquor flows from between the buttocks as from a fountain to which Procullus comes to drink.

The assembly collapses on the ground, but the monoboles are by no means satiated. They throw themselves on the body of Sextus. Six hands and three tongues begin to rub down him like a horse after a gallop. He comes out shiny, shining like alabaster in the glow of the fireplace's flames.

"Well, you're not wasting your time, my young subordinate. I hope you've kept your appetite, because Caesar is waiting for you in the caldarium. Today he seems to want to gorge himself on flesh, as if he would be deprived of it for months." It is Drussus who has just entered the room, his body dripping with saliva and cum, and everywhere the red mark of the emperor's powerful slaps. "After what I've just been through, you may get a slight reprieve. But I warn you, submit to everything he asks of you, if you don't want to unleash the storm." Procullus gets back on his feet: "The caldarium? - Ah yes, even if you have discovered a lot since last night, I forgot that you are new here. Go back to the changing room and cross the tepidarium." The cisalpine leaps into the hallway. Drussus turns to the monoboles: "I know you well, you must have done more than rubbing his back, and with what he has already received earlier he is still running, what health! For me, to the shower and rest. "