The Mightiest Balls in Rome IV

Marcus watched as Valeria was led into his chambers by her towering eunuch guardian. Candlelight shimmered on Valeria's taut, tanned body, her slim but muscular biceps and quads, her firm stomach and small but well shaped breasts, topped with large, dark nipples.

She in turn gazed at Marcus, his strong, broad frame and handsome features, before her eyes looked down, gazing longingly at his girthy cock and heavy, low hanging balls, that still bore the signs of damage from his brutal bout with the Gaul. Despite the punishment his stones had taken, his cock immediately rose as she approached, twitching and throbbing as it swelled from him.

The face of Valeria's guard face burned with jealousy, his frail, limp penis a testament to his emasculation. The sight of the two powerful and nude lovers taking each other in a warm embrace could not even cause the guard’s lowly cock to rise an inch.

Over Valeria's shoulder, Marcus could see the guard's hand tightening around his wooden gladius, a tool used to mete out beatings to slaves and servants who did not obey the lady Claudia’s instructions. But this meeting was his reward, fairly earned in the arena.

Wasting no time, Marcus gently pushed Valeria to her knees before him, his large cock slapping softly against her cheek as she smiled up at him. As she opened her mouth to envelop him, a voice at the door startled them.

‘Not so fast Marcus,’ Claudia laughed, her buxom body jiggling in all the right places as she stepped inside. She was flanked by her other eunuch guard, an equally hard faced and soft cocked monstrosity who towered over her. Their mistress was as naked as they, save for her leather sandals, laced high up her pale calves.

The candles highlighted her pale skin and curled locks of red hair, she was as soft and sensual as Valeria was tight and sexual. In Claudia's hands was a series of small iron rings, and Marcus groaned as she stepped forward, recognising them as ball stretchers, a twisted form of torture device devised by the Roman elite.

As Claudia reached for his aching ball sack, he took a half step back, prompting the eunuchs to leap forward in response to his display of resistance, one smacking the back of his knees with his wooden sword, the other grabbing him roughly and holding him steady.

As Marcus was forced to his knees in submission he thrust out his muscular hips, allowing his fat balls to dangle as Claudia fastened the heavy iron rings around the top of his scrotum, stretching his heavy testicles away from his body and trapping them tightly at the bottom of his sack. The result was absolutely obscene, his swollen purple orbs stretched halfway to his knees, nearly brushing the tiled floor.

‘Good boy,’ Claudia giggled, as she fastened the last of the rings. Once satisfied she gave his swollen sack a playful slap, making Marcus moan like a little boy being spanked by his mother. His balls swayed between his legs following the light blow, arcing wildly like the counterweight of a trebuchet.

Despite the humiliation, Marcus’ thick rod stayed hard as an iron post.

‘I said you could fuck her if you were victorious in the arena,’ Claudia whispered in Marcus’ ear, stroking the side of his face gently as they both gazed at Valeria's perfect body. ‘I didn't say I wouldn't be here to watch, or that I wouldn't have my own fun with you.’

She rose from him and walked to Valeria, making sure Marcus was watching from his knees as Claudia ran her pale hands over Valeria’s toned body, paying first special attention to her small, firm breasts and their dark, sensitive nipples before sliding her hand lower, to probe her moist sex.

‘I’m getting her ready for you Marcus,’ Claudia giggled, enjoying herself as she began to finger fuck the taut gladiatrix. ‘You like this, don't you Valeria?’

Valeria nodded and moaned, her body giving in to Claudia's sensual touch.

‘Are you ready for him Valeria?’ Claudia asked, before licking her fingers clean of the gladiatrix’s juices.

‘Please mistress,’ Valeria begged, ‘let me have him.’

‘As you wish, slave.’ Claudia smiled, releasing Valeria, who immediately pounced, knocking Marcus onto his back, where he was caught by a scattered pile of soft cushions. Valeria could not wait, immediately lowering herself onto his throbbing rod, her slippery lips swallowing him up, until her toned buttocks rested on his firm thighs.

Valeria rode him like a Centurion rides a stallion, his swollen, purple nuts visible each time she rose from him. Claudia giggled and climbed onto the cushions behind her, placing one hand on Valeria's ass and the other on Marcus’ stretched and aching stones.

With each bucking thrust, Valeria screamed in ecstasy and Marcus moaned in agony, Claudia's hand tight around his swollen balls.

‘Yes Valeria,’ Claudia encouraged, ‘ride him like the whore you are. Ride that big dick!’

Marcus groaned, the exquisite pleasure from his cock mingling with the agonizing ache from his ravaged testicles. Mere moments passed before Valeria began to cum, her pussy flooding as her juices streamed over Marcus’ stomach.

Claudia felt Marcus’ balls begin to tighten in response, readying themselves to empty their churning load into Valeria’s rippling cunt.

‘Not so fast slave!’ Claudia laughed, releasing his balls just long enough to hammer her fist down on them, a loud, wet thump echoing in the chamber. Claudia's castrated guards laughed quietly as Marcus screamed, bucking Valeria off his softening cock as he curled into a trembling ball, his calloused hands tight between his legs, cradling his wounded manhood.

‘Oh Marcus,’ Valeria whimpered, crawling next to him and placing her hand on his cheek as he writhed and moaned upon the cushions.

‘Don’t worry girl,’ Claudia smiled, furiously rubbing her bulging clit as she watched Marcus curl up like a beaten dog, ‘he will recover soon enough, and this will delay his seed long enough for another session. In the meantime, attend to your mistress.’

Claudia fell back on the cushions, her soft white thighs spread wide as Valeria crawled between them.

Marcus opened his eyes slowly, his hands still tightly clasped around his scrambled eggs. The blow had not been severe, but coupled with his stretched, swollen nuts and the ache of his blue balls, it had been enough to virtually unman him.

His soft cock drooled on his cupped hands, precum flowing like a faucet from his frustrated helmet. It did not stay flaccid for long, for his eyes immediately fixed upon Valeria's tight asshole, winking at him from between her taut cheeks. She was down on all fours, her face buried in Claudia’s pussy, the wet sounds of cunnilingus easily audible. Their mistress was playing with her pendulous breasts, pinching and tugging at her pale, pink nipples which rose from her large and bumpy areolas.

Marcus forced himself up, ignoring the savage pain in his orbs as he seized the chance to take advantage of the situation. His balls swung like a monk’s censer as he moved behind Valeria, placing his hands on the sides of her firm buttocks. He spat, a thick, splatter of saliva pooling on her rosebud as he positioned the purple, swollen helmet of his turgid cock against her.

Valeria moaned into Claudia's cunt and thrust back against Marcus, bearing down slightly as her butthole stretched around his throbbing glans. With each thrust Marcus’ stretched balls swung to and fro, clattering noisily as they struck Valeria's large clitoris over and over. He growled as he fucked her, full of pleasure and pain, satisfaction and frustration. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the pain in his nuts, bringing himself closer and closer to orgasm.

Soon enough he found himself riding the wave of climax, pulling out from Valeria's quivering asshole and shooting his load up the length of her back, long, thick ropes that glimmered in the candlelight. Satisfied, he smiled and rose to his feet, looking around for Claudia, seeing that she was no longer spread before his lover.

He found her standing behind him, juices dripping between her legs all the way to her sandals. Her face was flushed and her large breasts heaved with excitement. In her hand was a wooden gladius, which she swung cruelly up between his legs.

The small chamber rang with the clamor of wood on iron, Marcus’ purple testicles crushed between the weapon and the rings encircling his scrotum.

Marcus’ screams filled the night, high pitched cries of emasculation which brought smiles to the face of Claudia and her guards, who relished the sight of the powerful warrior on his knees.

Claudia reached down and gave his brutalized bollocks a quick tug before slowly unfastening each of the iron rings, while Marcus clawed weakly and ineffectively at her dainty hands.

‘Quiet slave,’ Claudia whispered softly, ‘your balls will recover in time for your next trip to the arena.’

‘Guards, lock his chamber when you leave, I'm taking Valeria to my quarters… I'm still horny.’