The Mightiest Balls in Rome III

Marcus stood nude on the sands of the Arena, his tanned muscles glistening with sweat. All around him the crowd roared, bloodthirsty men and women who had come to witness the most violent tradition of Roman sport, brave men who would put their balls on the line to win favour and fortune.

Marcus looked to the crowds, searching for the face of Valeria, the beautiful gladiatrix that commanded his heart. He saw her seated next to Claudia, the buxom noble who had recently purchased him and used him nightly for her carnal pleasure. He looked into Valeria's eyes, seeing the longing there, knowing that if he could seize victory today he would win a night with her, could finally act out every fantasy the two fighters shared.

Heavy footsteps brought his attention back to the arena. His opponent stood before him, a muscular Gaul with long, braided hair and a thick beard. He was taller than Marcus by a good inch or two, and broader also. His manhood was equally impressive, a long pale, uncut cock that hung between his strong thighs, and heavy hairless balls that swung low like a pair of ripe lemons. The man carried a whip, the looped coils of leather warmed by the Mediterranean sun. Marcus held his shining warhammer, carved with powerful stallions and chariots, a trusty weapon that had crushed the manhoods of over two dozen opponents.

'Kiss those big balls goodbye gladiator,' the Gaul laughed, his accent strong but understandable. He was staring down at Marcus' own sizable manhood, which still bore the signs of the beating it had received from the strong legs and feet of Valeria and Claudia the day before. His balls were swollen and aching, he had been unable to relieve himself after fucking Claudia, her final kick so strong as to make him unable to ejaculate later in his quarters, no matter how feverishly he had tugged on his member.

Marcus knew that the Gaul's words were no idle threat. The loser of this battle would sacrifice their manhood before the crowd, the ultimate humiliation, before the baying mob.

The two men turned to face their masters, Marcus raising his warhammer in salute to Claudia, who smiled and clapped, her generous breasts jiggling in her low cut dress. The Gaul raised his whip to his mistress, a beautiful blonde woman with high cheekbones and firm cleavage.

They awaited the command of Caesar, who sat in the shade of his private box. The crowd hushed as he spoke.

'I, Caligula Caesar, declare this fight begun! To the winner, the spoils of manhood. To the loser, a pair of shattered balls and shattered dreams!'

Marcus sprang forward, hoping to finish the fight quickly and destroy the Gaul's bulging testicles with a single blow from his hammer. The hammer sang as it swung down, but the Gaul was fast, despite his size, and sprang backwards, the hammer missing his swinging manhood by mere inches.

The Gaul smiled and cracked his whip against the dry earth, drawing gasps from the crowd, who marveled at the eroticism of the muscular Gaul attempting to strike fear into their favorite champion, Marcus.

As the Gaul circled him, Marcus could see his cock beginning to rise, the thrill of their bout, and the eyes of the crowd sending the blood to his opponent’s loins. It was a true monster, nearly ten throbbing inches of pale flesh, with a smooth shaft and bulbous helmet peeking from within the man’s tight foreskin. Beneath that majestic cock, those big, lemon sized stones jostled and swayed, promising untold quantities of male seed to any woman lucky enough to lay with him. Marcus was slightly awed, and took a step forward, for a better look at the bulging package.

It was a mistake, and the Gaul cracked his whip again. But this time the act was not to impress the crowd, but instead inflict agony on Marcus. Pain erupted in his right testicle, which burned with a searing ache as the tip of the whip painted a red stripe across the edge of his tanned scrotum.

Marcus screamed with pain and embarrassment, a high pitched wail that drew gales of laughter from the female spectators and sympathetic groans from their men.

As he sank to his knees in the dirt, Marcus’ eyes flicked to the crowd. He saw the disappointment in Valeria's eyes, saw the lust in Claudia's. His mistress’s hand had already disappeared between her thick thighs, her fingers plunging madly into her leaking sex.

The Gaul’s whip cracked again, and Marcus felt his hammer ripped from his weakening grasp, heard it clatter some yards away. He felt suddenly naked and vulnerable as he knelt in the arena, holding his aching manhood in his quivering grasp.

With a dominant cry, the Gaul grabbed Marcus and pulled him to his feet, embracing him in a powerful bear hug and lifting him from the arena floor. Marcus struggled vainly as his opponents thick arms encircled him like pythons, squeezing the breath from him.

And while the Gaul’s arms were like pythons, his mighty cock was like a hooded cobra and Marcus felt its iron hard length slap against the bottom of his burning bollocks with each powerful squeeze of the man's arms.

Despite the agony, despite the peril, Marcus felt his own cock stiffen as it rubbed against the muscular abdomen of the blonde Gaul. Above his own labored gasps he could hear the moans of pleasure coming from the crowd, countless men and women fucking themselves, and each other, to the sight of the two gladiators doing battle below.

‘Soon you shall be asleep,’ the Gaul whispered in his ear, his hot breath tickling Marcus’ neck, ‘when you awake, you will find your stones smashed and your once proud cock will rise no more. I see the woman you look to in the crowd, perhaps I will take her as my prize once I shatter the mightiest balls in Rome?’

The idea was filling the Gaul with pleasure, and Marcus could feel the other man's cock grow slick with precum as it continued to pound against his sack and thighs.

Marcus meanwhile glanced at Valeria, saw the fear in her eyes. He imagined her tight body, her toned arms and legs wrapped around him as he fucked her senseless long into the night. The thought filled his flagging body with a sudden strength, a burning desire to protect his vulnerable manhood.

With no hesitation he brought his head forward, sinking his teeth into the muscular shoulder of the Gaul. The taste of sweat and iron burst in his mouth as he tore into the flesh of the huge man. A piercing scream carried through the arena as the Gaul dropped Marcus to the earth, clapping his hands to his wounded shoulder the staunch the flow of blood.

The opportunity was all that Marcus needed, he snatched up the Gaul’s whip and lashed out, the leather looping around the giant’s neck and holding fast. With a savage thrust, he kicked out at his opponent’s knee, which gave way, sending him to the arena floor.

Marcus sprang forward, and mounted the big man’s legs, holding the whip tight in his left hand while he seized the Gaul’s massive testicles in his dominant right hand. Cheers erupted in the crowds as the spectators saw the savage grip with which Marcus held onto the pale and bulging orbs between his rival’s legs.

‘Crush his balls!’ Claudia's voice rang out above the crowd, ‘Crush his balls for me Marcus!’

The crowd joined the chant, their voices one as they echoed across the air.

‘Crush his balls! Crush his balls! Crush his balls!’

Marcus smiled and looked down at the broken man before him, fear etched across his bearded face. His face was turning red, the tight whip cutting off most of the air to his brain. His balls, meanwhile, were turning white, bulging like plucked fruit as Marcus' powerful fist continued to squeeze them violently. The Gaul’s huge cock continued to strain and sway, rock hard despite the savage assault on the stones below. Precum dripped steadily onto Marcus’ wrist as the gladiator squeezed tightly.

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One of the Gaul’s massive balls burst in Marcus’ hand, drawing cheers from the crowd. Marcus loosened the whip slightly, allowing the man to scream in agony as half his manhood shattered like glass.

The Gaul's cock began to throb, Marcus felt his victim’s surviving testicle tighten with anticipation. The big man groaned, his huge cock letting loose with powerful ropes of cum that splattered over Marcus’ muscular arms and chest.

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The Gaul’s second testicle ruptured violently, eliciting another scream from his tortured mouth. The crowd broke into a frenzy, men and women alike running their hands over each other and themselves as they tried frantically to bring themselves to climax as they saw the carnage inflicted on the Gaul’s mutilated manhood.

Marcus stood, releasing what remained of the Gaul’s butchered genitals. He turned to his adoring crowd and took his aching balls in one hand and his thick, dripping cock in the other. Naked and proud he presented himself to them, waving his bulging manhood obscenely to their deafening cries of love and lust.

He looked to Valeria, whose hands roved over her pussy and tits as she basked in the sight of her muscular lover standing proud over the castrated heap of his opponent.

Marcus smiled and began to stroke his cock to the applause of the crowd. His balls had survived the arena once again, and tonight he would take his prize, being fucked and sucked by his lover until dawn's chorus ended night's sweaty embrace.