This is my first story. Let me know if you like it - thanks for reading.
The Roman sun bore down on Angelo as he looked into the empty stands of the famed Coliseum. The hot air tugged at his almost transparent toga.
"Wait here slave," said the goateed man who had escorted him from the slave auction. "Your owners are going to want a closer look."
Despite the heat Angelo shivered.
It had been almost three years since Roman soldiers had raided his small village and taken him as a slave. And now he was here in the capital of the empire that had stolen him from his home. But the fear and the pain of the past year were quickly replaced by the awe of the spectacle he saw before him. The soldiers talk extensively about the showmanship of this place but nothing they had described compared to grandeur of what stood before Angelo now.
Angelo's revelry was replaced by the slave trader throwing him to the ground. "Kneel when your Masters stand before you, slave!"
With a whimper Angelo pulled himself to his knees but kept his head lowered. He knew the rules. He knew how to remain invisible and how to ingratiate himself. He had watched other slaves raped and defiled by the soldiers and had learned from their mistakes.
"Eber. I see my wife has yet again had her interest peaked by your wears."
Bowing low Eber smiled, "Your wife's generosity and good taste is only exceeded by her beauty."
At that there was an amused laugh and a distinctly feminine voice spoke with the authority of the men in her company. "Eber, your flattery is acknowledged. You shall join us at the banquet tonight."
"Cassia!" the husband spoke in sharp protest.
Angelo heard sandals shuffling through the dust and sand as Cassia drew her husband away. They moved away from Eber and to the other side of Angelo where he could hear their hushed council. The one advantage of being a slave was that free people spoke freely in front of you, as if you didn't matter.
And Angelo knew they were right. The trick was to listen but not be discovered listening because that could mean disfigurement, such as an ear being cut off or death if the offence was too severe.
"Cassia, I will not have a slave trader at our banquet. We are displaying our most prized Gladiators tonight. If we fail to make an impression on the investors we may lose everything."
"Festus, my dear, my husband, you worry, and you exaggerate. Besides this will amuse me and it will amuse the guests. These business gatherings become dull and incestuous with the same people. Trust me. We can use this little beast of a man to our benefit."
"Fine, but he's your responsibility. Don't disappoint me."
Walking back the couple stood in front of slave and the trader.
"Eber we would be...amused...if you joined our party tonight. I'm sure you'll want to change before joining us."
Festus stifled a cruel chuckle. In all the years he had known the man he had worn the same leather harness and soiled red toga.
"I would be honored Sire, thank you for your kind invitation."
The humiliation and anger were barely contained in Eber's voice and Angelo actually felt sorry for the man.
"Yes well, now that that's out of the way, let us see what my wife has bought today. Stand slave."
Angelo obeyed.
"Well he isn't much in the way of body. Broad shoulders, not much in the way of tone. Ah but here is what caught your eye my love." And with that Angelo's new Master ran his staff up Angelo's legs. "Very shapely. Very lovely. What are his other qualities Eber?"
Eber spoke quickly, "Hard worker, healthy teeth, knowledge of herbs and singer of stories."
Cassia spoke, "I want him trained as a house slave. The beauty of his stems should be on display."
Festus chuckled. "Yes of course you do my dear." And with that he placed his staff under Angelo's chin and raised it.
"Look up, slave" and Angelo did and with that he heard the sound he had become accustomed to all his life when people saw his eyes. It was a gasp. His unearthly eyes were believed to be a sign and a gift from the gods. Its what saved him from the soldiers swords and kept him safe through his travels. People feared and at the same time, were drawn to his eyes
"That, my husband, is why I wanted him."
Festus couldn't look away and Angelo's heart began to pound. This was a dangerous game. He couldn't look away until commanded but to gaze this long into a Master's eyes could have consequences. Angelo tired to occupy his thoughts with studying his new Master's features.
Festus was an attractive man. He was much older than Angelo but age had not stolen him of the youthful glint that now danced in the man's eyes. Calculating eyes. Deep and dark eyes.
"MARS!"
There was movement behind Festus and the largest man Angelo had ever seen stepped forward. His muscled body gleamed in the sun. His skin must have been oiled. That was the only explanation. Angelo took in the man's wide and intimidating frame and felt his knees go weak. It was only out of pure willpower he didn't topple.
Angelo couldn't look away. The man's head had been shaven but his dark beard was full and neatly trimmed. His green eyes danced from the man's handsome face to his bull like frame. His leather Pteruges only slightly covered budging thighs and the leather straps that wound around his calves seemed to strain to not rip. Even that man's sandals seemed to barely contain his broad feet.
Surely this man wasn't a slave and he couldn't be a God as he was taking order from the Master.
The being in front of Angelo remained expressionless.
Cassius interrupted Angelo's thoughts and it was at that moment he realized he hadn't been breathing while he stared at this behemoth.
"Yes, you are right to stare in admiration, Angelo."
She knew his name! Angelo started at this, but what's more he had lost control of his carefully guarded demeanor...and she had noticed.
Angelo quickly lowered his eyes again.
Cassius spoke again. "Fear not, my beauty. Your indiscretion is forgiven. But be warned there can be grave consequences for slaves that misbehave in our house. This is why my husband and I brought you here first. You will never be a gladiator, you will never fight, but there are other delights here and the citizens of Rome revel in their blood sports. See that you never give us reason to make you the center attraction." With that Cassius held Angelo's face in her cool hands and she kissed both of his shut eyes.
"Mars, take our new acquisition to the slave quarter and prepare him for tonight. You are to be his mentor. Don't embarrass us."
And with that that Mars stepped forward and roughly threw Angelo over his shoulder. Angelo didn't struggle. In fact he allowed his bound hands to discreetly touch the skin on the man's back. It was soft. Not lean muscle like the soldiers but muscular none the same. This man had brute strength that Angelo found intriguing.
Suddenly Angelo realized something. As he was carried thru the streets of Rome the man that bared him was slightly moving his free hand up Angelo's leg. The man was doing the same thing Angelo had done. Mars stopped just short of Angelo's full buttocks. And Angelo willed him as hard as he could to keep going but the trip was over before anything else happened. The heat of the day gave way to a cool and darkened room where Mars gently but firmly set Angelo down.
Angelo wanted to speak. Wanted to thank this man but wasn't sure what was aloud and so remained silent with his head bowed. Mars walked around Angelo and examined him. This slave could be his undoing or savior. Mars was so close to gaining his freedom. He had fought for the Masters for ten years now and had trained others to do the same. This slave was bound to be a favorite and if he performed well and Fortuna smiled upon him he could at last have his freedom.
Standing behind Angelo, Mars reached around the slave's body and undid his wrist restraints. The slave seemed to melt back into Mars.
Mars smiled a half smile. Perhaps this road to freedom was to be paved with delights as well.
Fist thing, Angelo would need to be cleaned and any wounds would need to be attended to. Normally, other house slaves would attend to this, but Mars was taking no chances and decided to attend to this slave himself. He had gained much knowledge in his years as a Gladiator.
Without ceremony he pulled the flimsy toga from the slaves body and tossed it to the corner of the room.
"Don't move," was all he said to the slave and Angelo realized it was also the first words he had heard from the man that dwarfed him.
For the first time in his life as a slave Angelo found himself wanting to follow the order that was given to him. Something deeper in him bloomed. It wasn't from duty or fear. He wanted to please this superior being.
Mars carried a large jar of olive oil to the center of room and set it next to the slave. He smiled to himself when he notice the slave shiver, not in cold and not in fear; he had seen men shiver in fear at the sight of him before...but this was more in...anticipation.
Lifting the large jar over Angelo's head he poured the olive oil on to the awaiting slave. Mars enjoyed the sensual pour as it coated the slave's skin and next came the part he had been eagerly anticipating himself.
Starting at Angelo's scalp Mars began rubbing the oil into the skin of the slave. His large fingers massaging the supple skin of the slave. The tight muscles began to give into Mars's experienced fingers.
Mars stood behind Angelo, supporting the smaller frame with his own. And Angelo leaned into him as Mars rubbed the oil into his chest. His callused fingers grazing one of Angelo's nipples. Angelo gasped and leaned harder.
This slave was hungry, starved.
Mars's hands massaged lower and with a glance saw that the slaves member was at attention. Mars couldn't help himself. The torment of this slave was delicious. But if he was ever to finish his task he couldn't spend all his time holding the slave upright even if it was something he personally enjoyed.
Angelo was entranced by this man's adept fingers. They were strong and talented. The touch was caring yet direct and practical. Mars lingered on Angelo's knotted muscles just long enough to release the tension then moved on to find the next. He was humiliated to discover his cock had become engorged but could do nothing to stop it or to cover himself and he was further ashamed that he had begun to lean into this gladiator for support.
This must have disgusted Mars because he was no longer behind him, holding him. Head bowed, and body limp Angelo stood alone in the room. His solitude was interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps and the rattle of chain. Angelo's arms were lift gently and padded leather cuff were placed around them then secured with leather strappings. The same was done with his ankles.
Angelo was now spread wide. His shame and his body at the mercy of this monster of a man. Angelo was still frightened but he knew this man could have broken him many times over by now and yet had not. The hands that had murdered countless men for the entertainment of the Roman citizens was now bathing him in oil.
Mars walked around the bound slave. He was even more beautiful this way. The Slave seemed to be in his natural habitat. Mars felt a stirring in his own loins looking at the slave; Mars continued with the bath. Standing in front of the slave he ordered, "Head up."
The two stared into each others eyes as Mars began working his fingers into the slaves back. Angelo looked deep into this man's eyes. The lines at the corners, he was sad yet determined, he laughed a lot, he enjoyed life and took it as it came. Angelo was surprised at how this man was undisturbed by his unearthly eyes. No one ever looked this long. But this man was unbothered.
Mars began at Angelo's shoulders and slowly worked his way down. The Masters would want a full account of this slave and he knew he had to be thorough. Mars was shocked when he discovered no scaring on this slaves back. Somehow he had been cleaver enough to escape the lash.
Mars's fingers kept moving. The slave fell into him and Mars allowed him.
Angelo pressed hard against the Gladiator. He couldn't help it. he wanted to feel this mans skin against his again , and that's when he felt it. The Gladiator was just as hard as Angelo. Only separated by the leather strips of the Mars's pteruges their cocks pressed hard together.
Angelo rested his cheek on the gladiator's chest. The hair of his pecks mixed deliciously with the oil that clung to Angelo's skin. The smell of leather and oil of sweat and dust, created a not unpleasant perfume and it filled the room.
Mars felt lower and massaged the mounds of flesh that crowned the shapely legs of this slave. He parted them and began to massage around the pleasure hole that had undoubtedly been used countless times.
Working his fingers with more oil be massaged the hole itself and as eager as this slave was Mars was shocked a second time to discover it was tight. This slave had never been opened, or had not been open for a very long time.
Mars's cock hurt it was so engorged. He wanted this slave now. Grabbing the slave by the hair he forced their eyes to meet again. And then he had done something he had never done before. In all the years Mars had been a Gladiator he had been whored to the husbands and wives of Rome for pleasure, in the Colosseum and in the bedroom. He was forced to perform for their pleasure. He had learned not to want or desire, nothing was his nothing belong to him, save for one thing. Mars had never kissed with unrestrained passion. But this slaves lips, his full lips...the use that could come of them.
His hand was still entangled in the slave's hair; he forced his kiss onto those lips. As the slave tried to fight, more out of shock than anything but Mars pulled harder and forced his tongue deep into his mouth. Eyes still locked and tongues exploring Angelo could feel the true submission of his being blossom even more.
Mars broke the kiss, reluctantly but in control. He ducked under Angelo's arm and stood behind him.
Pulling some of the leather strips aside Mars placed the head of his hard cock at the slaved hole, stroking it between cheeks, Angelo began to drip.
Mars wrapped his massive arms around Angelo's torso and pulled him close. Then whispering in the slave's ear: "Here I am Master. Here I am god"
Angelo melted yet again into Mars's embrace and it only tempted the superior man even more to take this slave and claim him as his own but he knew he was slave to another and this was not his liberty to do so. "Not yet boy. But soon."
And with that he pulled the strigil from the belt that held in place and began to scrape the oil and dirt from the slaves body. Angelo's soft pale skin rippled before the tool and Mars enjoyed the glistening of soft skin left in its wake. He marveled at their differences. This slave was soft and weak in so many ways which made Mars want to claim him even more.
By now the massive man's cock was in a state of steady flow. He had never been so enraptured by another human before. His life had so full of violence and pain and now he was being confronted with a whole new set of desires. Once the slave was scraped clean Mars had to decide how Angelo should be presented.
The slaves were usually dressed to blend in and disappear into the background but if Mars was going to impress his Masters and gain his freedom he would need to show his cunningness.
"The eyes" were the only words Mars spoke to himself as he once again left the room.
When he returned he had two containers nestled in his large hands. One smaller than the other. When he opened the larger of the two Angelo gazed in wonder.
The dust in the clay jar glittered and danced in the flames of the torches. Before Angelo could ask Mars put a finger to his lips then gently touched his fingers to the slaves eyelids shutting them closed. Once he was properly prepared Mars began blowing handfuls of the gold dust onto the slaves still oiled skin. Angelo became other worldly. His body lit up when he moved.
Mars continued the sensual ritual. His breath adhering the gold to the slaves skin. He smiled when he saw the slave shiver. And was even more pleased when he noticed that the gold clung tight to the slit where the precum still flowed. It was then that Mars decided that his creation would be forced to serve the Senators and their wives fully nude. His humiliation excited Mars.
While Angelo's eyes were still closed Mars began painting a coal mixture around his eyes. The black would make Angelo's haunting green burn even brighter.
Finished Mars stood back to examine his work of art and when the slave lifted his head and then opened his eyes, for the first time in this warriors life, he felt his knees go weak. He would have raped this creature at that very moment if Cassia hadn't entered at that moment.
"Are you finished? The guest are-" she stopped short and gasped -"Exquisite!"
Mars fell to one knee in gratitude.
"You have out done yourself Gladiator and you will be rewarded later tonight" Cassia straddled his bent knee and playfully bit his earlobe. Laughing she stood and turned away from him. Cassia brought herself close to Angelo "Those eyes. a gift from the gods." She turned and again and ordered, "Mars, place the slave center table. He will pour the wine. Add a crown of grape vine to his head. Tonight we pay tribute to Bacchus!" and with that she left the room.
Mars stood and carefully undid Angelo's restraints. And as he did he decided that these restraints would be reserved specifically for this slave. And Mars would be the only one to administer them. If he couldn't be Master of Angelo in every way he would be Master of his bondage.
Time was torturous. Angelo longed to be touched by this man again. To feel his massive fingers manipulating his body. And every time the man brushed against him or prepared him for his ordeal he dripped more. He was no longer in control of his body or thoughts.
"You will stand here," Mars said placing him on the center table. "You are not to move unless filling a glass." He placed the pitcher into the slave's hands. It was heavy but smelled delicious. "I am to be on display over there" at that Mars pointed to row of pedestals occupied by other largely muscled men, although none as developed as Mars.
For some reason Angelo didn't understand, he took pride in this for, without being able to place words to it, Angelo had started thinking of this man as his true Master. "You are to remain nude." Angelo almost started at this new but regained his balance quickly remembering Mars's previous orders.
The horns sounded and the guests came poured in all laughter and enjoyment. They had already started their revelry earlier and were ready to greet the evening. Men and women alike were drawn to the golden slave at the center of the room. Some were shocked when they realized that this being wasn't a sculpture but flesh and blood. When they saw Angelo's eyes only the bravest requested wine from this, what they referred to as, a demigod. As the men became more intoxicated they climbed on to the table and began feeding Angelo wine from their own cup. "What is Backhaus without a drink?" they said laughing.
Angelo began to get tipsy and the jug began to get heavy and while pouring for one of the Senators, he upended the entire jug onto the stately purple robes. The room seemed to gasp in unison and then there was silence.
The dark spot spread, and the man looked down to see the stain set in. Mars's heart dropped. This man could end both of them with a snap of his fingers. Angelo's mouth dropped open and his eyes widened in fear.
At the man of power threw his head back and began to laugh.
"It seems our Bacchus may have indulged in his worship a bit too deep!" and with that the room erupted in laughter.
Everyone that is except for Festus. His glare moved from Angelo to the Gladiator and back again. It was then that Angelo knew this mistake would not go unpunished.
"Senator-" Festus called out in a false laughter of a tone. "Let me send for fresh robe."
"Fresh robes!? I've been anointed by Bacchus! That would be sacrilege!"
"Please Senator I can't let this misgiving go unpaid."
"You are too serious my friend! This is your party, your feast. Act like it!"
"At least allow me to have the slave whipped for your pleasure."
At this the Senator placed his hands-on Angelo's Master's shoulders, "Friend, you'll find your servants and slaves are quicker to mind if they are ruled thru love instead of fear. And far less likely to slit your throat in the night," He said with a hearty laugh.
"I fear I'm losing face in front of my guests Senator. The slave must be punished."
"Do as you must Festus, I've grown tired of this exchange," and with that the man in the stained purple robes walked away.
Festus took that moment to jump on the table. Grabbing a fine platter and serving tool, he dumped the food on to the floor and began banging the two together for the crowds attention-
"Friends, welcome! I am pleased to have you as guests in my home. While you eat and drink I have just devised an entertainment for your pleasure."
Cheers began again. The crowd moved closer. Angelo began to feel the terror of being trapped.
"Tonight, before your very eyes, the birth of a new story of the gods! Entitled: THE RAPE OF BACCHUS"
With a malicious smirk on his face he turned his gaze to stare at Mars.
With a clap of his hands slaves began handing out masks to the guest who cheered in delight. Juno and Jupiter were reserved for Angelo's Masters. Angelo felt his legs buckle and he kneeled on the table at Festus's feet
"Yes my pet you'll be doing much of that tonight." An extra mask was handed to him. "Ah yes, the final mask. Where shall it rest?" Several men clambered for it but Festus held up his hand. "My friends, this can't go to just anyone. For this god is one of strength and brutality and should rest with the one who bears his name."
With that Festus jumped from the table and walked to Mars and tied it into place. Mars didn't move
"So fitting. The god of war is in you and know he is you and you are him," then leaning closer and hissed "You failed me once tonight Gladiator, do not do it again."
"Now where were we friends!? AH YES the new story of the gods! Are all our players ready?"
A murmur of excitement rippled through the crowd. The unmasked guests moved back and formed a wide circle around the large table creating a theater in the round. Angelo still lay among the detritus of the feast. He was confused and unsure of his role in this theatric.
Festus began: "Long ago, before Bacchus was the lovable pleasure imp we know him to be he was a god yet to find his calling. After a day of sampling the fermented grapes he fell asleep up the hill side."
At this Festus pushed Angelo down on the table and Angelo lay there. Partially grateful to rest his head as the room was still spinning. "Your son is lazy Jupiter, said Juno to her husband. What good is he. He has no purpose." Festus reached for Cassia's hand as she was now Juno and helped her to their impromptu stage. They stood over Angelo. Festus continued: "Ah but wife, we have yet to see his potential. Juno laughed scornfully at Jupiter's statement. Potential, she said, all he does is drink and sleep and pleasure himself." Another kick and Angelo looked up "...and all he does is PLEASURE HIMSELF!"
The audience laughed. Angelo was horrified. He was meant to touch himself in front of this hoard of guests. Another kick. Angelo looked at Mars and saw the slight nod. That was all it took. His cock grew back to life and Angelo began touching himself.
The Audience and the impromptu gods cheered with delight.
Angelo knew he couldn't look at Mars so instead closed his eyes and pictured being bound for the man instead. Being embraced in his arms again.
Festus was pleased with the group response and so he continued:
"Well, my wife, perhaps this is his calling. To bring pleasure. Juno laughed again, I wager the only pleasure he can bring is to himself. Jupiter was intrigued I'll accept your wager. Done,' said Juno. If he can bring pleasure to ALL the GODS OF OLYMPUS then I will agree to christen him the god of wine and pleasure. If not, he is to be sacrificed on my alter.'
Wife, this is a bet you are sure to loose for he is my son and has my virility...why just look at him go at himself."
The audience cheered again for Angelo was in the heat of his own passion. "Well husband, as you are the King of all the gods, it should be you to lead by example. " Festus finished this last part with delight. Cassia was not pleased and pulled away from her husband. Another man dressed as a god helped her from the table.
"Jupiter looked upon his son and watched as the creature pleasured himself. His cock became engorged and he wanted nothing more than to flood his son with the seed that had created him." With this Festus knelt to the table and crept to Angelo.
"He snuck to his sleeping son and parted his legs. The smell of sun light was on the boy and his skin tasted of sweet wine." With that Festus began to lick the slave. First his nipples then moving down his body.
"Jupiter tasted his son's skin until he found the rose bud that lay hidden."
Festus started to kiss around Angelo's puckered hole. Angelo was dizzy with the sensation and let out a moan.
Festus looked up and at his guests, "I believe my son is enjoying this." The laughter was hard and Festus continued. He ran his tongue around his slaves hole. It was sweet from the oil and he found himself wanting more. Splitting him open further. Angelo moaned involuntarily. Festus found he was losing control. Grabing the slave by the hair he drove his hard cock down Angelo's throat causing him to cough and gasp. Dragging Angelo to the end of the table by his hair he layed his head back and started fucking the slaves throat. Slow at first then without restraint.
Angelo was flailing. He felt like he was going to die. Festus pulled out.
"Well lubricated from his Son's throat Jupiter was determined to pluck his son's flower." And with that Festus flipped Angelo over and bent him over the table. Angelo tried to scramble away but the spell had been cast.
Two masked gods from the audience grabbed his wrists and held him in place. They were breathing hard at this erotic spectical and wanted to see it fruition.
Festus aimed his hard cock. Teasing Angelo's hole. And just when he started to relax, his Master pushed himself forcefully into Angelo's virgin hole. The scream that issued forth from his throat only caused the audience to revel and they repeated the scream back. Festus kept pushing but the dry, tight hole refused to give itself up fully. Thinking quacking he grabbed a jar of olive oil and drenched the slave's backside in the natural lubricant. Angelo could no longer resist, and he felt his Master drive to the hilt. The pain came in hot thrusts. And before he knew what was happening he felt his insides being flooded.
Festus collapsed on the slave, spent but found himself hardening again inside of the newly opened hole. Perhaps this slave was Bacchus in disguise after all. "Well my brothers and fellow gods, I have opened the cave, and now it is yours to explore."
The men of the room cheered and began to surround Angelo. The seed of his Master leaked from deflowered slave. Feeling the fresh load trickle down his leg, he looked to see another masked man scoop it with his fingers. He looked at it and then at Angelo.
"This is the seed of god Bacchus, you shouldn't let it go to waste." And with that the man forced it into Angelo's mouth. The seed was salty and not unpleasant and Angelo discovered the taste was something he wanted more of. Much to his disgrace he began to suckle the man's fingers. He was giving in to the passion that surrounded him.
Angelo's existence became a sea of masks and engorged members. He looked up to see the faces of gods surrounding him. He then heard the table being cleared. Metal trays and platters fell to the floor in one great sweep.
Angelo was pulled to on to the table and laid on his back face up. He was kissed. Deep and hard. He wanted more he wanted to be filled. He kissed back. His tongue searching. He lost track of the hands pawing at him. Pinching him, tickling his skin.
His ankles were roughly lifted and he felt someone push themselves into him. He screamed again. This time out of surprise and something that resembled pleasure. The man pushed hard. The seed still deep inside of him made this man's entrance so much easier.
"What a little slut you are," the man said through heavy breaths. The other men agreed.
"How many ways shall we find to fuck you this evening Bacchus?"
"How many breedings will you take before you have had your fill?"
Angelo wasn't meant to answer and when he opened his mouth to gasp another man took the opportunity to fill it. His hands were then guided to two more members while even more men stood over him pulling at themselves and taking in the beautiful sight. Suddenly the two men came simultaneously filling Angelo at both ends.
Before he had time to catch his breath, two more men replaced these men. Angelo wanted more.
"Jupiter, it seems your son is ravenous for our breeding."
Festus looked up from the woman he was about to enter. "Then by all means use him to his extent. ...and then more."
Angelo turned to see that the room had become a menagerie of intertwined bodies.
"Your father says we should fill you sweet Bacchus, and that we shall," and with that the man slammed himself harder into Angelo, causing him to gasp and gurgle the hot cum that was now forced down his throat by the second man.
While raping Angelo the men began to devise to ways in which to use him.
One man lifted a heavy golden chair on to the table and sat in it. His hard cock stood before him and Angelo marveled at the sight of it. The man was older and heavy and his cock was broad and veined. "Suck it you little whore." Grabbing Angelo by his hair he forced the hard cock down his throat. "Choke on it." And Angelo did. "Present your sweet pussy to the room. Show them how it begs to be filled!"
Angelo spread his legs farther so his plump ass opened to the room. He heard the man snap his fingers and another man began to fill Angelo's hole with his tongue. The man was now sucking the seed from deep inside Angelo. He seemed to revel in the action. Angelo felt as if he was being emptied and leaned into the man's mouth.
"Now kiss."
The masked man grabbed Angelo by the hair and forced their mouth's together depositing the still hot seed into his mouth. The cum slid down his chin and the man licked it off of him
Angelo swallowed every last drop given to him.
The seated man was pleased with Angelo's eagerness to please the superior men that manipulated him. The man reached forward and tangled his fingers into Angelo's hair and pulled him to a deep and passionate kiss. And for his part, Angelo melted into the mans lap.
Locked in this passion of the kiss Angelo was unaware that Mars had moved back to his display pedestal.
As the gladiator watched he could feel the anger and jealousy mix with the overwhelming sex of the room. Completely out of character Mars -empowered by the mask on his face and the orgy that surrounded him - he grabbed a passing woman and forced her mouth onto his hard cock.
Angelo was so enraptured by this man's kiss he barely realized that he had been positioned over the man's cock. Until It was too late. Screaming into the man's mouth Angelo was impaled on the cock in one, almost dry, rigged member. The man grabbed Angelo by the hair again, with one hand while he began stroking Angelo with the other.
"Does that hurt my little slut?"
Angelo whimpered in response.
"Good. Because your pain is my pleasure." The man then beckoned to one of the men watching. Without direction the man seemed to know what was expected of him and to Angelo's horror the man crouched in front of him and lined the head of the his cock to penetrate Angelo's already stretched hole. When he realized that he was about to be invaded by a second cock Angelo tried to escape. He began to scream. The man, who's lap he was sitting on painfully grabbed his wrists in order to stabilize the slave he was raping. The man about to add his member to this menagerie drew his hand back and slapped the slave hard across the face causing Angelo to see stars and go limp.
Taking advantage of his weakened state, the man began to work his cock next to the mans that had already penetrated this slut. With just the slightest movements and thrusts both men were in ecstasy feeling their cocks pressed tightly together. All three were soon locked in a triple kiss. Angelo never know such a feeling. The thrusts came harder. The kisses were stronger. And then with guttural grunted screams both men began to flood Angelo's hole.
Both men removed themselves from Angelo and retuned him to the table. He felt empty. He felt tired and in pain and he felt that he needed more.
Just then Festus returned.
"Gentlmen, you seem to have exhausted my son but he has lost his golden sheen. I implore you all. Free and slave to help our Bacchus to rediscover his sheen."
The room seemed to darken for Angelo and when he looked up he was surrounded by the men of the party. The ring was at least three deep. The men were all hard and stroking. And before long they were discharging their passions onto Angelo. Load after load uploaded in shouted moans and ecstasy. When they were done Angelo was glazed from head to toe in their seed. His body was drenched in their passion.
In the twilight of sleep Angelo felt himself being lifted. He whimpered and whispered, "Please Master. No more."
A comforting hush was whispered by his carrier. And gentle caresses to his hair made Angelo sleep into the strong arms of the man that carried him. Through slitted eyes Angelo saw that he was being carried into the house bath. If he would have been fully awake he would have had the good sense to be terrified. To use the Master's private bath without the Master or Mistress present could mean a death sentence.
"They are asleep" said the familiar and deep voice. Angelo looked up to see Mars looking straight ahead as he lowered them both into the warm and perfumed water. With firm hands Mars washed away the cum that covered his charge. He massaged that bruises and welts. This caused Angelo to whimper but he enjoyed the sensation and tried his best to stay his response. He didn't want Mars to stop.
Then Mars started doing something that made Angelo shiver. He began to kiss the areas on Angelo that were angry and red. He worked his way down Angelo's back and to each mound of flesh on his backside. Mars then lifted Angelo partially out of the bath and forced him to bed over the edge. The cool floor pressed against Angelo's body and made him relax more.
Mars spread the Angelo's backside to asses the damage, if any. His pucker was large, but not gaping. Mars was pleased to see that there was no tearing. He couldn't resist and he kissed the recently used hole. Angelo twitched in response. Mars leaned forward for a taste. Angelo moaned. Mars was pleased. Mars leaned in and began exploring the slave's hole with his strong tongue. It was sweet and still had tightness to it. The passion grew. Mars stood and pulled the slave to him. Angelo looked back over his shoulder. With a mix of Dominance and emotion Mars kissed Angelo. And the slave became erect again.
"You are mine," and with that he pushed himself deep into Angelo.
Angelo screamed into Mars's mouth. In return Mars just rested inside of Angelo. He knew the slave was in pain from the use he had endured at the part, but that made it all that more sweeter to Mars. He began to stroke the slave as they kissed. Mars was now in complete control of Angelo. "Tonight I gained my freedom and soon you will be mine," Mars thrust into Angelo. "I will purchase you my little slave." Another thrust.
Reaching beyond Angelo, Mars picked up the cuffs he had restrained Angelo with earlier. He removed himself from Angelo's backside and turned the slave to face him.
"These represent my promise to you. I will continue to fight and to kill and when I have the gold required I will purchase you." He places the cuffs on Angelo's wrists. "Other men may use this..." He thrust into Angelo. "...or this." He kissed Angelo deep and on the mouth. Then with eyes locked Mars placed the cuffed wrists behind his neck and hold the slave close he caressed Angelo's eyes. "But these and this..." he caressed Angelo's temples and hair as an indication of his mind, "Belongs to me." Eyes locked again and Mars began to unleash his passionate thrusts into the bound slave. Harder and harder. The waves they created in the water began to rebound off the side of the bath walls and slap against their skin.
And all at once- Both Master and slave began to cum. Mouths pressed together, tongues at battle Mars bellowed in final satisfaction.
Exhausted the two held each other tight and relaxed into each others arms. Mars kept Angelo well impaled as a reminder of his proper place.