The Mightiest Balls in Rome V

For the last few days lady Claudia's house had been abuzz with the whispers of servants and guests. After three long years in Caledonia, lady Claudia's husband, General Quintus Ruso, would soon return to Rome, and a great party was being organized in his honor.

Marcus had not seen Claudia or Valeria for some days, not since his brutal evening of ballbusting sex that had left his prodigious testicles swollen and aching, although seemingly intact. The muscular gladiator surmised that Claudia was much too busy preparing for her husband's return to have energy left for him each nightfall.

Despite long days in his quarters, broken only by an hour's exercise in the training arena attached to the villa, he was frustrated. His aching balls churned with unspent seed, but no matter how gently he stroked his member, the lingering ache in his bruised bollocks made it impossible to reach orgasm. By his sixth day without release, the pillows in his chambers were soaked with gallons of precum, but not a single ounce of ejaculate.

‘Fuck you Claudia,’ Marcus whispered under his breath, remembering the brutal blow from her wooden gladius to his captive nuts.

Marcus finally stole some time with Valeria when they met in passing in the training arena, Marcus’ nude body dripping with sweat and heaving with exertion, as Valeria arrived fresh faced and solemn.

‘The master of the house returns tomorrow,’ Valeria whispered.

‘Yes,’ Marcus answered quietly, trying not to draw the attention of Claudia's eunuch guardsmen as he finished his routine of stretches. ‘Claudia is so busy I've not had to visit her chamber once this past week.’

‘Don’t consider yourself lucky,’ Valeria hissed, ‘do you not realize what will happen when the General returns?’

Marcus shook his head.

‘The General knows of his wife's proclivities, he will take one look at you, her newest acquisition, and shall realize she chose you not for your abilities in the arena, but between her sheets.’

‘Meaning?’ Marcus whispered.

‘Meaning it's highly unlikely you'll survive the first day of the General’s return with your manhood intact!’ She gestured almost imperceptibly towards the guards, ‘It was Quintus who ordered that Claudia pop these poor bastard's balls when he realised they had been fucking her silly during his time in Gaul.’

‘Fuck.’ Marcus groaned, looking down at his fat cock and heaving balls, bruised but not broken.

‘I know my love,’ Valeria whispered, ‘but I have a plan. You must promise to follow my lead, and we must seize the opportunity, literally, when I say.’

xXx

General Quintus Ruso sat draped across an ornate chair, one leg hanging lazily over the arm. His armor shone, the bronze plate or his muscled cuirass polished to a mirror shine. His pleated leather skirt was splayed across his lap, and he seemed unbothered by the fact his manhood hung between his spread thighs for all to see. Combined with his handsome face and muscular build, It was easy to see why he commanded the undying respect of his legion.

Claudia sat in a smaller chair on Quintus’ left side. She was sprawled even more lazily than her husband, her ample curves barely covered by a satin robe. Fresh cum leaked down her thighs, the General must have fucked her senseless upon his return, the house had echoed with her screams of pleasure.

Valeria eyed the General man warily, trying not to stare at the monstrous cock which hung from the edge of his chair like a sleeping python, its weighty girth held partly aloft by the smooth spheres of his impressive testicles, roughly the size of limes. She had not seen the man for three long years, but remembered him as a rough and cruel lover, and had no desire to submit to him again. She would bide her time, and strike when the opportunity arose.

Marcus swallowed as Quintus called him forward, for as well as Claudia's eunuch guards, towering and silent, Quintus had a personal bodyguard of two Praetorian soldiers, black-clad professionals of fearsome renown. They hung back in the shadows, silent but omnipresent.

‘So this is your new toy Claudia?’ Quintus drawled, looking Marcus over like a piece of meat hanging at a butcher's stall. ‘Yes, quite impressive. Good muscle tone, looks flexible.’ He rose from the chair and stood before Marcus. ‘But I can see what really appeals to you, my love.’

Quintus reached down and took Marcus’ soft cock in one hand and his meaty balls in the other. The General squeezed the gladiator's balls lightly while he worked the hardening shaft, stealing glances back at Claudia as he did so.

‘Yes,’ he murmured, ‘quite impressive. Let's see how he measures up shall we.’

As Marcus’ cock reached full mast, the General’s own thick monster was rising from beneath his pleated skirt, eclipsing Marcus’ member in both length and girth.

‘Tell me gladiator,’ Quintus asked, squeezing Marcus’ balls tightly enough to make the muscular fighter moan loudly, ‘have you enjoyed fucking my wife?’

Marcus looked between the General and Claudia, who sat sheepishly in her seat, unable to meet his gaze. Despite the humiliation of his ordeal, Marcus was responding to the general’s steady strokes on his throbbing cock, aware he was putting on a show for the servants and bodyguards alike. He glanced then at Valeria, the love of his life, the strong gladiatrix with the tanned skin and pert breasts. She shook her head slowly, not yet.

‘Lost for words gladiator?’ Quintus laughed, jerking Marcus’ cock steadily as he looked him in the eye. Marcus felt his swollen balls start to tighten, felt the tell tale signs that he was about to experience the sweet release of orgasm.

The general felt it too, and released his cock, leaving Marcus bucking his hips into the empty air like a horny dog.

‘No, gladiator.’ Quintus smiled, drawing back his foot and kicking Marcus squarely in his churning nuts. Claudia laughed loudly and Valeria gasped as Marcus sank to his knees in abject agony, his orgasm fizzling out as he clutched his bruised and beaten manhood. His low moans echoed as Quintus grabbed Valeria and dragged her roughly to him.

‘Claudia tells me you love this slave,’ Quintus mocked, ‘is that true gladiator? You have found love among the blood and sand of the arena?’

Quintus forced Valeria to her knees, his huge horse cock leaving a slathering trail to precum across her tanned cheek. Through his agony, Marcus forced himself to watch, clutching his battered bollocks like a basket of cracked eggs.

‘As you enjoyed my woman,’ Quintus smiled, ‘I shall enjoy yours.’

He forced Valeria’s face between his thighs, pushing her head back until his huge balls rested upon her lips.

‘Suck on my balls you bitch,’ Quintus growled, ‘show this gladiator what he will soon be missing when I have his stones removed.’

Valeria indulged him, forcing her mouth open until first one, then both of his monstrous balls filled her cheeks like a hamster.

‘Yes, suck his balls!’ Claudia moaned, fingering herself from her chair.

The General moaned in pleasure as Valeria began to suck on his big plums.

Crunch.

Squish.

Crunch.

Squish.

The general’s moans turned to screams as Valeria bit down on his throbbing orbs, her teeth crushing and splitting the delicate flesh of his most prized possessions. His horse cock trashed and twitched, great geysers of cum spraying Valeria’s small breasts and muscled abs as she spat out what was left of his ruined manhood.

‘No, gods no!’ Claudia screamed, pulling her fingers from her eager snatch with wet slurp. She looked in horror as her husband, the great general Quintus Ruso, writhed on the tiled floor of their lavish villa, his fingers probing as the sloshing contents of his bulging ballsack. He was frothing at the mouth, his cock twitching uncontrollably. He had never blessed her with a son, and now he never could. She rose and ran from the room, shrieking in terror.

‘Get up Marcus,’ Valeria hissed, grabbing a great vase from the floor and tossing it at the nearest eunuch guard. It shattered noisily against his head and knocked him unconscious.

Marcus willed himself to his feet, still clutching his throbbing testicles in one hand as he looked down at the general. Despite the pain, Marcus felt his cock stiffen again as he watched the man squeeze the soft contents of his scrotum with disbelief.

The second of the eunuchs was moving forward, Marcus tripped him easily, snatching up his wooden sword as the man's head smacked into a stone column.

Soon the room was alive with the sounds of battle as Marcus and Valeria faced off against the general's two Praetorian guards. Throughout the brutal fight the general’s own emasculated wails drowned out the sound of fists against flesh and steel against stone.

Marcus wrestled with the first man, knocking his sword from his hand and grappling with him. Despite the Praetorian’s battle hardened skills, he was used to fighting in formation against unskilled rabble. Marcus managed to quickly overpower him, relishing the feeling of his hard cock rubbing the back of the man's thighs as he pressed him against the nearest wall. Holding the guard's wrists in one strong hand he reached under the man’s skirts with his other, clamping down on his vulnerable balls and squeezing them like so many others he had faced in the arena.

Pop. Pop.

The first Praetorian sank to the floor, his hands wrapped around his ruptured manhood. Marcus spun around, ready to aid Valeria. He needn't have bothered, the muscular gladiatrix was standing over her fallen for, one leg raised in readiness.

The second Praetorian shook his head, held up his hands as he begged for mercy. But it was too late. Valeria stomped down between his legs with all her might, and his anguished cries joined those of the others as his balls were crushed against the tiled floor, bursting like ripe berries.

Valeria and Marcus escaped under a dark sky, using the general’s horses to make their escape from the villa. They came across Claudia as they did so, making her their prisoner as they rode into the night, towards freedom.

xXx

Marcus and Valeria settled far from the sweltering hills of Rome, on a small farm in the shadows of the mountains.

Despite the brutal assaults against Marcus’ testicles during his reign as a gladiator, he blessed Valeria with three children during their long life together. Truly, his were the mightiest balls in Rome.

Claudia was kept as their servant, leading a simple, but well fed life. During the summers she worked the fields and in the winters she warmed their beds. Any attempts at escape were dealt with in novel, and sexual ways. In time she learned to accept her new life as Marcus and Valeria's slave.

The End.