The Mightiest Balls in Rome II

Marcus awoke slowly, groggy and disoriented. His head throbbed, as did his balls. He looked around, seeing a finely furnished villa, no doubt the estate of Lady Claudia, the noblewoman who had caught him cavorting with her own slave, the gladiator Valeria, in the Roman baths.

He found himself unable to move and as his eyes focused, and realized his arms and legs were bound spread eagle on a wooden cruciform. He was as naked as he had been in the bathhouse after Claudia's guards had seized him.

As the pain in his head subsided, the ache in his balls remained, no doubt due to the two powerful kicks Claudia had landed with her sandaled feet in his vulnerable orbs which had still been throbbing with post orgasmic bliss when the busy noblewoman had driven him to his knees in sexual agony.

‘You’re awake.’ The voice was Claudia’s, and Marcus swallowed as the woman rose from the velvet cushion and walked towards him. Her voluptuous body was barely covered by a silken robe, so thin and translucent that Marcus could watch her pendulous breasts sway with every sensual step. Despite his predicament he felt his mighty cock begin to rise with erotic eagerness, eight hard inches of Roman stone, with a bulbous purple head that shone with precum. His big, bull balls ached as they tightened in his bruised scrotum and he groaned quietly.

Her skin was pale ivory, her hair red like flame and despite her middle age, her body bore no marks of wear and tear like a commoner. Marcus assumed she bathed in milk and visited the fountains of youth. He watched carefully as she knelt before him and gasped as she took his aching testicles in her petite hands.

‘Impressive, Gladiator,’ Claudia murmured sultrily, ‘I’ve shattered the manhoods of lesser men with one of my kicks, much less two. These truly may be the mightiest balls in Rome, as my slave Valeria tells me.’

Marcus looked to see Valeria brought into the room, her nude, tanned hard body glistening with sweat. As he looked into Valeria’s eyes he knew that he loved her, and she him, although their position as slaves and gladiators would never afford them the privilege of a life together.

Valeria was flanked by a pair of tall eunuchs, Claudia's guards who wore naught but a leather belt and sword. Their own blunt swords, their shameful cocks, hung shriveled and lame above their empty scrotums. Despite their relative authority, Marcus felt tall and strong before the men, and could feel their gaze upon his bulging balls, their envy unmistakeable.

‘I castrated them myself,’ Claudia boasted, following Marcus’ gaze, ‘a single kick to shatter their balls and remove their masculine pride for good. The sound they made when they clutched their ruined manhoods was like music from the gods.’

The guards hung their heads in shame as the story was told, but glanced, from time to time, as Marcus’ mighty rod and stones with naked jealousy.

‘Don’t be so sullen boys,’ Claudia laughed, seeing their idle glances to the large plums she held tightly in her grasp, ‘if Marcus does not impress us we shall geld him as we have you. Then you will have nothing to be jealous of.’ She laughed, a melodic giggle which echoed on the villa walls.

‘Impress you?’ Marcus asked, wincing as Claudia rhythmically squeezed his aching stones.

‘Yes, slave,’ Claudia smiled, finally letting go of his pulsing orbs and slipping her robe from her pale shoulders. Marcus watched with lust as she fully revealed her form again, those thick thighs, fiery bush and hourglass body, wide hipped and heavy breasted, like a carved fertility statue at a shrine to Venus. A smile split her heart shaped face, full lipped and symmetrical and she flipped her soft red hair from her brow as she continued.

‘Despite my initial anger at finding you with my slave in the bath house, I must admit that Valeria's tales of your prowess as a lover have intrigued me, and as a beloved gladiator of the arena, it seems only fair to give you a fighting chance to keep your manhood.’

Marcus looked down at his thick cock and heavy balls, the sight filling him with pride but also a fear of potential castration at the hands of lady Claudia.

‘I want you to please me Marcus,’ she said, ‘if you spill your seed before I orgasm I will take your balls.’

Marcus looked at her heavenly body and swallowed, he was a powerful lover, but doubted his ability to go the distance while pressed against her enticing and unfamiliar form.

‘Also, I must admit I find nothing so arousing as busting a slave’s balls, so if at any time you lose your erection while I abuse your stones, you will also lose them for good. Now Valeria, prepare me to take Marcus’ rod.’

Marcus watched with shock as the muscular gladiatrix moved to kneel between Claudia’s shapely thighs and hungrily shoved her tongue into the noblewoman’s glistening cunt. He felt his cock twitch, precum drooling from his shining helmet to drip onto the terracotta tiles below. He tried to steel himself, imagined how humiliating it would be to shoot his load and lose his balls before he had even had a chance to sample Claudia's noble pussy.

‘Use your fingers slave,’ Claudia moaned, throwing back her head as Valeria slipped two fingers between the large pink lips of her snatch, probing her with practiced ease.

Marcus tried to control himself as he watched the scene play out before him. Valeria, the muscular raven haired gladiatrix, on her knees pleasuring her pale skinned and voluptuous redheaded master. He tried to concentrate on the ache in his balls, the lingering pain from Claudia's swift kicks, hoping the emasculating throb would delay his seed.

Moments passed before Claudia pushed Valeria away roughly.

‘I am ready,’ Claudia moaned, turning around and backing towards Marcus, her buxom breasts wobbling and her large, but firm arse cheeks jiggling as she eased her wet snatch onto the head of his cock in a standing doggy position.

Both slave and mistress moaned as his large helmet parted her slippery folds and began to fill up her warm cunt, which rippled with pleasure as the Gladiator’s large weapon slid balls deep into her. He began to grunt as she thrust against him, his heavy balls slapping against her clit and making her moan like a common whore. He could feel his prodigious balls tightening, as could she.

‘Valeria, slow him.’ Claudia moaned.

Valeria slipped behind him and kicked him swiftly, her bare foot slamming into his unprotected gonads, making him groan like a bitch.

‘I’m sorry Marcus,’ she whispered, ‘if I don't delay you, she'll take your balls.’

‘Just be careful you don't break them first.’ Marcus whispered in reply, his manhood throbbing with pleasure and agony as Valeria kicked him again.

‘Yes Slave,’ Claudia whimpered, ‘crack his orbs while I fuck him!’

Marcus looked across to the two eunuchs, who stared at the scene in humiliation, knowing their own shrunken cocks and flapping sacks would never satisfy a woman. Their purpose as men reduced to mere household servants. Marcus had never seen such a complete cuckolding as the was now being delivered, the guards rubbing idly at their broken manhoods, willing them into life to no avail, despite the unbridled eroticism of the view.

‘Don’t go soft on me,’ Claudia groaned, feeling his manhood lose the tiniest amount of girth as Valeria beat his mighty balls with her powerful foot, ‘please me or I'll take your manhood!’

Marcus grunted and redoubled his efforts, thrusting against the wooden cruciform to fill her up more deeply, willing her on to orgasm before he shot his own load, or Valeria reduced his throbbing balls to ruptured lumps.

‘Fuck me slave,’ Claudia continued, her ass cheeks slapping obscenely against his hard abs whilst she fondled her swinging breasts and rock hard nipples, ‘show me what Valeria boasts of, show me the mightiest balls in Rome!’

Marcus looked at the eunuchs again as he felt his orgasm rise despite Valeria's continued assault on his huge, throbbing gonads. He looked them in the eyes, seeing the humiliation and emasculation there, looked at their sad cock, which hung limp despite the sad tugs the men gave them, trying to remember the pleasure of fucking a woman, even one half as beautiful as Claudia or Valeria. Marcus willed his balls to hold onto his precious sperm a few minutes longer, willed his cock to stay hard despite the agony from Valeria's accurate kicks.

Eventually, his strength and perseverance were rewarded as he felt the walls of Claudia's cunt grip his throbbing member in the tight throes of orgasm. Claudia screamed with pleasure as he came, reaching behind her to grab at his hips and pull herself deeper onto his cock until it's pulsing head brushed her cervix. For at least a minute he felt her spasm and heard her moan, until finally, she slipped from him and turned to face him.

‘Release him,’ Claudia instructed, watching as her eunuch guardsmen cut him from the crucifix with wonder and envy, allowing him to finally collapse to his knees, cradling his hugely swollen orbs in his trembling hands. Valeria rushed to his side, pressing her firm body against his broad back, her nipples digging into his muscles like a pair of steel arrowheads.

‘Truly impressive Marcus,’ Claudia smiled, absently rubbing her throbbing folds. ‘I truly expected you to lose this game, to shoot your load or lose your strength from Valeria’s kicks. I cannot complain though, that was the best fuck I've had in years.’

‘Then you shall return me to my master?’ Marcus asked, still clutching his wounded manhood.

‘No Marcus,’ Claudia replied warmly, ‘I have already agreed on a price with your master. You belong to me now.’

Marcus glanced back at Valeria, saw the happiness there, felt her embrace tighten.

‘Each time you are victorious in the arena in my name, I shall grant you one night with Valeria.’ Claudia explained.

Marcus rose to his feet, finally releasing his tortured nuts so that he could embrace the toned, tanned body of Valeria, feeling his slippery cock press against her hard abdomen, her firm breasts against his muscular chest. For a brief moment, Marcus felt freedom, felt joy.

His world exploded as Claudia buried her foot in his defenseless balls, causing him to howl like a banshee as her kick took his testicles to the brink of destruction.

‘But remember,’ Claudia said, as Marcus writhed on the floor, holding his dented manhood, ‘fail me in the arena, or the bedchamber, and your balls are mine.’