Roman Games
My chest pressed against the kitchen bench, he pulled out, loosening his fingers on my shoulders as his cock slid out, a trickly of cum following it out down my arse before hitting the floor.
He pulled the back of my tunic back down, though it barely covered my arse, and made a point of l rubbing his lube and cum streaked cock across my cheeks. It had been an urgent fuck, he'd pushed my chest down on the bench, lifted the back of the tunic and pressed himself in not saying a word until he grunted with climax.
`That should get you warmed up and in the role. Go clean up, they'll be here soon. We chose "Marcus for you right?"
I nodded, clenching my hole, not wanting to ooze anymore of his cum on the floor. "And you're still going with Tiberius?" He smiled. "You bet. Ok, time to clean you off my cock and get my toga on. I'm looking forward to tonight."
The "Roman villa" is set.
Looking around the place had been transformed for tonight's Roman themed roleplay. Sheer fabric lined the walls and windows among prints of Roman or Greek representations of gay fucking and he'd acquired Roman-esque statues of naked men, their hard cocks standing proudly, over which fake ivy leaves.
The living room had been cleared leaving the low couches around the edges for the guests. In the centre lay a large futon mattress dressed loosely in deep red sheets, but with a waterproof fitted sheet underneath. A few bowls of grapes aside, the space was part play area and part hinted at amphitheatre. Lube had been squeezed out into glass bowls placed around the living room, and body oil was in faux amphora on the side tables, but there was no attempt at historical accuracy or purity. The Romans didn't have small glass bowls of blue tablets placed around their orgies, and no attempt was made to mask the poppers bottles -- in plentiful supply around the play space, and still branded in case people had preferences.
The large wall mounted television was running porn on a loop -- something Roman-esque themed - and just in your face fucking without any theme was being projected separately on a section of wall. The background noise, although turned down low, made it sound like an orgy was already underway, and incense gave the space an even more exotic vibe. It also did a decent job of masking the smell of the smoke we'd had -- just a small amount to drop any last inhibitions. Also utterly uncharacteristic for the ancient Romans, there were toys and props all over the place. Crops, paddles, whips, shibari rope lengths for restraints, silk blindfolds which could double as gags -- the modern leather and latex toys -- gags, hoods, collar and chain - were still here, tucked under a table in a box, readily available for when it became easier to use mod cons.
All in all, the place was set, and Tiberius had gone out of his way, and opened up his wallet, to make it so.
Washing myself up I checked myself in the mirror. My beard and hair were trimmed but I didn't try for any attempt at Roman hair. The tunic I wore was something that looked like linen, cut like any you'd see in a movie about the Romans. Except for the fact that the skirt was cut short to be scandalous. It barely went down half way my arse cheeks, and my cock was also mostly exposed. And if it got wet the whole thing would be near transparent (I made a note to stay away from the heated pool.
I smiled to myself. This had been my idea and `Tiberius' had run with it eagerly. SO now I got to play "Marcus", 40-something six-foot slave and advisor to his fuck-buddy master and host - fit, totally top and with good stamina for a man in his mid-50s -- and his three friends: a married couple from interstate, both versatile apparently, and the last -- who in my head I'd started to call Brutus. He was Tiberius' good friend, with a dominant streak but also apparently respectful and knew boundaries. I'd never played with Brutus but understood he'd been invited by Tiberius to come for a show one night when Tiberius had me restrained and hooded in his play room -- apparently, he spent the time stroking his deliciously large cock before cumming on the hood. It was promising to be a good night. Everyone had been good with preparation, having STI screens done that week so everyone could play entirely uninhibited.
I expected to leave tomorrow with a sore, full and utterly satiated arse.
The door bell, ringing. Rushing barefoot to the door I quickly checked the eye piece -- although the house was private Tiberius had left the gate open to allow guests to drive in rather than having to walk in off the street. A random member of the public didn't need to see my junk. But no, definitely toga attired.
I opened the door and, giving a bow, said `Welcome to the house of Tiberius Maximus for this evening's games. Please...'''moving aside to let them in. There were three of them -- two who I recognised from photos as the married couple. Both were good looking, more on the average side of fit from what I could tell with the added fabric of their togas wrapping their tunics and bodies. The third was in his later 20s or early 30s. Good looking, with an evil smile and muscularly fit -- his tunic was cut as short as mine but, unlike mine which was a t-shirt, his was just tied up on one shoulder, showing off his chest and abs.
The taller of the couple noticed me staring. That's Sextus. When Tiberius told us you were here as his slave, we couldn't come empty handed. Since its Roman names for tonight I'm Dickus and this is Fistus'. I smiled at the Monty Python reference as Dickus gently cupped my balls and cock leaning in, We can't wait', but show us to the man'.
Snapping back into role, I led them down the corridor to where Tiberius was waiting. He'd donned his toga, going as far to add a laurel leaf crown on his bald head. He'd done a good job getting into role, striking a stern pose before a wide smile broke his face as he greeted his friends. Slave, drinks for my good friends', at me. Í shouldn't need to tell him, that will earn him some lashes later' loud enough for me to hear, with a wink.
After I poured the drinks Sextus walked over, Tiberius' eyes glued to his muscular arse. Could you help me re-tie this tunic, the knot is loosened and it is difficult to do myself'. He had what I thought was a German accent -- went well with his blonde hair. 'Sure''.
Passing the dining table -- laden with snacks and drinks and more of the erect cocked statues -- we ducked into the kitchen. `German?' I asked.
'Ýeah, I'm doing a PhD on exchange. I play with those two so they flew me over. Okay, but first this knot'.
What I hadn't been expecting was him turning around and backing his arse against my cock, which twitched with excitement. I took a moment to compose myself and tied the tunic. I was a few inches taller and took him in. The word Adonis' fit him well. He clearly spent a lot of time staying fit, was mostly smooth and from what I'd glanced had a lovely uncut cock. I wanted to run my hands over him but wasn't my place -- in the rules of the night the slaves weren't in charge and transgressions would be harshly dealt with. Sextus' tunic tied, he pressed his arse against me again before spinning around thanks', stroking my beard. `'If you haven't guessed I like older men', before rushing back out. This one was trouble.
My cock was still half hard when the doorbell rang again. I rushed down the corridor and pulled the door open. This could only be... Brutus' I muttered not thinking. He smiled, with a look of what might have been recognition. "I hadn't thought of a Roman name but that one seems fine. You are?" I snapped back into role 'Marcus, slave to Tiberius Maximus. Welcome'. He caught me looking quizzically at the leather bag under his arm Implements, for the games later. Can't have a Roman night without gladiators. And some wagers.'
I led Brutus into the living room where, illuminated by the low light, porn on tv and more porn projected on the walls, things had kicked off. Sextus was on his knees, his mouth working its way up and down Tiberius's engorged cock while he worked Dickus and Fistus with his hands. Their togas were loosely bundled on the floor already, and Sextus had easy access under their more conservatively cut tunics. Brutus and I stood watching appreciatively from the door way, and I didn't protest as he started to stroke and massage my arse cheek, working his way towards my hole. Sextus, was sharing his mouth between the three of them, taking each in turn for a few deep strokes of his lips before moving on. His mouth was back on Tiberius when pressed me against the door frame and, leaning me forward, jammed a wet finger into my arse. My hole protested for a mere second before some of Tiberius' cum squeezed out.
"Good to see he got you loosened up already. He wants you full to bursting by dawn'. I grunted with the thought of successive loads. And of course, they'd planned things among themselves. It also explained the small whiteboard in the corner of the living room -- they were going to be keeping score.
Pulling Sextus hair to guide him, Tiberius pulled him off his cock, slick with spit and precum. `Enough, for now', before turning to Brutus with a wide smile and knowing nod towards the leather bag. "Now we are all here, welcome. We have a night of entertainment and excess ahead of us, and two slaves to do our bidding. The drinks and food are in the kitchen, with some other entertainments. But the question is, when do we start the games?"
Fistus was the first to speak, 'as soon as we're comfortable'' throwing his arm around like some orator. "Agreed", from Dickus. `Agreed', Brutus' deep voice as he wiped his finger on my tunic.
I looked to Tiberius, unsure what next. The Patricians had clearly planned the night out but hadn't shared it with me. Sextus too seemed uncertain whether to follow the others into the kitchen and dining room or stand around. "Into the arena with you two", Tiberius said laughing. It took me a second to work out what he meant -- the living room floor, with its mattress.
Sextus and I stood next to the mattress until all the `patricians' returned with their drinks, settling on the long leather couches. They'd paired up, Dickus and Tiberius on the left, with Brutus and Fistus on the right couch. If they hadn't gotten rid of them already, all four removed their togas, throwing the long sheets to the side and loosened their tunic belts. Tiberius smiled and nodded to Brutus, who stood up. "To start the night off properly we have three contests pitting these slaves against each other -- a contest of strength, a contest of speed and a contest of endurance. The first will pit our two slaves as gladiators in the fighting pits, to see who is the strongest wrestler. Of course, because we don't want them to hurt themselves, they'll be wrestling on their knees. But first let's watch them strip down and oil each other up'. The instruction was clear.
Sextus undid his rope belt and the knot holding his tunic on his shoulder and let it fall to his feet, standing in front of us all unashamedly. My earlier observations were right. He was taut, muscular and lean, completely smooth except for very trimmed blonde pubic hair. His cock was gorgeous -- uncut, straight, and a good size. Probably 7 or 8 inches I thought. If the situation was different, I would have quite happily dropped to my knees to be used by him however he wanted. But this was a contest. I lifted my tunic over my head, feeling intimidated. I was taller and while not unfit, had let myself get a bit soft around the middle. I was definitely less muscular which made the prospect of wrestling this German Adonis daunting.
`Oil". The command came like a crack in Brutus' deep voice.
I picked up the faux amphora of oil and dribbled it across Sextus' chest and back. He clenched a bit -- I suspect the oil was a bit chilly on contact. I handed him the vessel and worked the oil down his back and over and between his tight arse cheeks before working my hands down his thighs, kneeling down in front of him to rub it on his lower legs. As soon as my hands finished at his ankles he turned around, so that his cock was hanging in front of my face -- so near. "More oil", I told him holding up my palm so he could pour some more with which I covered the front of his legs, working my way up his thighs and then on his cock and ball. By this stage he and I had locked eyes, and I took my time feeling his heavy balls weighing on my fingers and his cock twitch in response to the strokes with which I smoothed the oil out.
"Don't wank him off slave" came the call from the couches. Looking over I saw that each of the four either had their hands on their own cocks, or their neighbours, tunics lifted up on waists. I ran my fingers down each of his muscular arms in turn and then hurriedly rubbed oil on Sextus' belly and chest, giving his nipples a pinch when I'd finished.
He smiled facing me as he poured the oil down the back of my neck, then across my chest. I was right, it wasn't warm as it rolled down my back. He handed me the bottle as he put both his hands on my chest and worked the oil around with practiced hands, craping my nipples with his nails as he did, working his way down my belly -- which made me feel a bit embarrassed when I compared it to his abs -- and then only my cock. He was going to get his own back, spreading the oil around on my cock and balls with firm tugs before stepping closer and encircling his arms around me and rubbing down my back, our cocks touching. My heart was beating faster as his hands worked down my back, then on my embarrassed cheeks gripping them as he roughly tried to press a finger into my hole. I blinked slowly, but he kept his gaze on me as he dropped down to oil down my legs to the ankles, before standing up and extending each of my arms and oiling them to the fingertips.
By now Dickus had moved to rest against Tiberius, his hand on his own cock as he ran his other across Tiberius' thighs. Neither took their eyes off us, even as Tiberius took a sip of his wine. Fistus had moved to Tiberius' other side, one hand on my master's cock, the other on his own. Brutus was being left alone as MC and umpire, but his tunic did little to hide the 9 or so inches that was now standing mostly erect.
"We want to see a good show, no hitting and for the god's sake, don't try to smash each other on the furniture.' There wasn't much risk of that -- Tiberius' living room was large, as was the house. And there were at least four feet between the mattress and the nearest toy and lube laden coffee table. "Before you start...' Brutus jumped up, his cock bouncing as he walked up to us, a bottle of Jungle Juice in his hand. He undid the bottle as he covered one of Sextus' nostrils holding the poppers up to his free nostril. Sextus inhaled greedily. "Hold it'', Brutus told him before doing the same to me and turning back to Sextus. "Release". I could hear Sextus breath out and sway a bit as Brutus did the same to his other nostril. I was feeling lightheaded when the command to breath out came. "Again', he commanded of me. Sextus you can release, but Marcus you can wait when I've sat down'. The seconds felt like minutes and I had to blink my eyes as the warm wash of the poppers broke over me. "Now, on your knees and give us a show". Music came on from somewhere (Tiberius had put together a playlist -- somewhere between Spartacus, erotic instrumental and pumping sex club tunes -- this must have been set to a gladiatorial battle, it screamed pumping fight music).
Sextus and I did as we were commanded, dropping to our knees and trying to get a hold on the other. The poppers had done their thing -- both of us were grinning slightly and definitely not ready for a sudden burst of action. I could feel my heartbeat in my ears as I put my hands on his oiled arms.
He was the first to push forward, easily the strongest, and it only took me over on my back before I managed to recover. He was going to win, that was in no doubt, but I just had to hold on long enough to give a decent show. Pressing back against him was pointless, he was stronger by half, so we spent a long time circling each other on our knees, grasping with hands on oiled skin, to the calls and jeers of the watching crowd. Occasionally one of them would call out a bet (which explained the poker chips next to each of their seats) -- most of the betting was against me.
Sextus and I pushed up against each other, our hands trying to find advantage. I could feel his fingers sliding down around my butt cheeks and wasn't sure whether he was trying to finger me or pull me down. Our chests were pressed against each other, as were our half hard cocks, basically cheek to cheek. I felt him try to slide me to the left and tensed up as his hand try to pull my thigh from under me. I put both my arms around him like I was about to kiss him, intending to push him over backwards and felt a sense of jubilation when I felt him give, which turned into surprise as my face hit the mattress. He slipped out from under me, ending up kneeling across my back. I could feel his weight on me, and imagined the taut butt muscles as he pressed his thighs in to hold me down. I tried to push my way up but that came to a stop when he put me in a headlock, his breathing rough in my ear. `'A clear victor". Brutus' deep voice again. "What does the host declare". I looked to Tiberius who dramatically stretched his arm out, thumb held sideways, before locking eyes with me as he pointed it to the ground. "You can spear him", he called out, smiling widely at Sextus.
I had a good idea that I was supposed to be fully at Sextus' mercy so didn't resist (and didn't want to anyway) as he flipped me over on my back. He slid himself down my body kneeling above my face before telling me `'Open your mouth". I did as he slid his hardening member between my lips. I took in in greedily, tasting the oil on it as he slid it in and out of my mouth. He wasn't going for depth and pulled out when he'd gotten fully hard. HE shuffled over to grad a bowl of lube which he slathered on his cock before pushing my legs and arse up. "Take this". His cock stretched my hole in a burst of heat and he wasn't going for a slow build up this time, pushing himself all the way inside me as I groaned loudly. The crowd of four cheered as Sextus slammed his hips against my arse, his cock almost sliding out before he forced it back in. Sweat was glistening on him as I heard his breathing get rougher and he started to lose the jack hammer piston-like momentum he'd maintained for long minutes. I could feel his cock twitch in my arse as he came, a low growl in his throat as he thrust spasmodically. He took my face roughly pressing my cheeks together so my mouth opened before dribbling spit over my lips and down my throat before kissing me roughly his tongue brushing against mine.
The four of them were clapping. Fistus held out a glass of drink calling out `To the victor' which Sextus eagerly took. I could feel his come oozing out before I clenched. I didn't move but watched Brutus stand up and mark two chalk marks on a section of wall after the letter "M". "A good victory. And to the victor the spoils. But the loser must also be penalised''. I swallowed wondering what he meant. He dug around in his leather bag before bringing out a collar, gag and cock restraint. He knelt over me, smiling down. "That was hot but lie there and relax for a bit" before grabbing my half hard cock and pressing it into a chastity cage. Locking it he smiled down at me. "Up" he said. I stood up, my shoulders slightly slumped in defeat. As he walked me back to my master. Tiberius tried and failed to look stern, his cock ramrod hard. "Bend over, you worthless beast". I did as he said, not expecting the sting of Tiberius bare palm on my arse. He hadn't pulled the hit and I knew it would welt. The surprise of it also made me squirt some of Sextus cum out my hole, which dribbled down my inner leg.
Brutus spoke up again. "Now we will have the speed race outside", to a cheer as they untangled themselves and walked out the back patio doors. It was a warm night. Tiberius' house was a comfortable size but more importantly it was private and enclosed on three sides, the fourth boundary a thick hedge of trees and tall fence. Not that any of them would have cared. The house ran along the side so that from the patio there was a paved path and outdoor entertaining area which ended on the 10m covered pool. "The slaves will start at the back run on all fours, swim a lap and run back on all fours, before swimming a lap and running back.'
I felt Sextus come up to stand next to me. "That must be a pain on your cock". I could feel the heavy cage around my cock, stopping me from being able to get hard.
"On all fours." Sextus and I both got into what seemed like sprinter starting positions as Brutus called "Race!". Trying to move fast on hands and feet wasn't going to be easy, especially with a cock cage swinging between my legs and cum running down my thighs. Sextus got away faster and reached the pool a few feet before me, diving in. I was in a length after but knew I'd lost already. I clambered out the other side of the pool and started to awkwardly gallop back. He'd already made it back of course and I was dropped to my knees by the sharp snap of a paddle across my arse. I tingled with anticipation as Tiberius walked up to me, mock disappointment on his face. "What are we going to do with you? You've lost me another 100 dinarii to those two scoundrels". He smiled as he said it although I couldn't put it past him to have bet real money on the race. "Well, for starters we need to get you rinsed off". I got up starting to move to the outdoor shower where Sextus was rinsing the pool water off himself. "Oh no, that is only for the winning slaves" he said, bringing up a hose before pressing the trigger. The cold water was a mild shock and I was working hard on getting my breathing back to normal. But at least the water cooled the skin where I'd been spanked!
Brutus' voice cut through. The music, porn and background noise. "Last contest". We all walked back into the living room, Tiberius having thrown my tunic at me so I could dry off. "Now we see who of the two slaves has the best endurance". I'd been wrestled to the ground and fucked, lost a race and been hosed down so wondered what act of submission I'd have to give next.
For glory...
"The slaves will kneel, side by side. And we'll see you can endure the most'. Out of his bag he pulled out four dildos, each larger than the last. The first was probably 8 inches. The largest -- a slick black monster -- was 16" or longer and thick. He also set down a tub of fisting formula. This was a game Tiberius liked to play with me after fucking me. To push increasingly larger dildos inside me until I said stop. I loved it, the feeling of pushing past limitations. And for me this was working towards being able to take two cocks at once or even fisting, neither of which I'd tried.
Brutus stood Sextus and me next to one another, facing the couches. With a gentle palm of the hand, he first pushed me down so I fell to my knees then Sextus. I felt the cock cage pull down as I knelt, the weight getting increasingly unwelcome. Turning to face us in his red tunic, he spoke softly "The safe word for when you want me to stop is `Legion'. I'd like to gag each of you but then you wouldn't be able to speak, so I'll save that for later. When you want amyl, just ask" Reaching under the mattress he pulled out a strap with restraints, first for me -- locking my wrists in place, then for Sextus. I caught him out of the corner of my eye as he did the same to our ankles. Tiberius and he must have secretly put the restraints under -- it was an exhilarating touch. He pulled a small side table across, laying down a towel on which he lay the dildos, fisting lube tub and a bowl of normal lube, with some bottles of poppers.
"Amyl". My voice sounded harsh. "Please". I hadn't said anything since the run and swim.
Brutus walked around the stand in front of me, his cock barely masked by his tunic. He unscrewed the lid and brought it down to under my nose, holding one nostril closed as I breathed in hard, again feeling the warm rush and light-headedness. He repeated it to my other nostril. As I exhaled slowly, dropping my head onto my forearms I felt ready to take on anything. Hungry to take on anything.
"Tiberius, you have the honour of choosing who goes first". Sitting on the couch in front of us, Tiberius pointed his finger alternating between Sextus and me before pointing at me. Putting on a TV Roman accent, he said imperiously, "He's being a disappointment so far, but this would be the chance for him to redeem himself for the honour of the house of Tiberius Maximus'.
Brutus walked to them, displaying the first toy to be used. It was a long purple thing, I guessed 10 inches. "A warm up"
Walking back behind me, his strong fingers slathered lube across my arse, working their way into my crack. One finger, two fingers, I could feel him turning them around to make sure I opened up. I focussed on relaxing, which was easy after the poppers, as the tip of the dildo pressed against my hole. A moment of protest and I felt it push in. I released a grunt in response. He didn't rush, working it in inch by inch to see how I responded. I groaned with each push until I felt my arse hit the fake balls. It was all the way in. I felt absolutely full and this was the smallest of the toys. Although deep, my arse had adjusted to the thickness and as he pulled it back, I got cocky, pressing my arse back onto the toy to take it in again. He pulled it out, hard and fast, grabbing my hair with his other hand and stage whispering into my ear "You take what I give, not anything more unless I say so, understood". It was a statement not a question, punctuated by him pressing a plug into my arse.
By now I could hear Sextus groan as he took the dildo into his arse. Looking over I could see a sheen of sweat on his muscles as he held himself up on hands and knees, taking each inch. His cock was hard between his legs, and I'd have eagerly taken it back into my mouth. Tiberius, Fistus and Dickus were still on the couch, variously touching and kissing, tunics pulled up to reveal hard cocks, but all very much focussed on what was happening in front of them. With a soft pop I heard Brutus pull out the first toy from Sextus' arse and looked over to see him smiling at me.
From behind me I heard him call "Now we go to 11 inches."
"A little more amyl". Brutus again administered the Jungle Juice to me. I didn't draw it in as deeply or as long, I needed just enough to be relaxed and hungry. It meant I probably couldn't get fully hard later -- not that I could anyway with the cage still locked on my cock. But it didn't matter - my sole aim for the night was to serve and to take what I was given.
Pulling out the plug, with what felt like a wash of cum and lube, he again smeared lube around and into my hole. The feeling of the toy against my hole. I barely had enough time to breath in before it was pressed in, opening me wider this time. Enough to make me gasp and clench the sheets in my hands. I again groaned with each length pressed into me. It took longer this time, and I couldn't help but involuntarily jerk forward with Brutus' final press. Then came the sudden pull as I was drawn out of me. I collapsed my head onto the bed as the plug went back in.
Sextus' groans again as the toy was fed into him. He was clenching and unclenching his fists just a few inches from me. Then the soft pop, and his head falling to the bed, smiling up at me a sheen of sweat.
A soft cheer went up from the patricians and I looked back to see Brutus holding aloft what was maybe 13inches of toy, easily thicker than the last.
"The final challenge"
He saw me looking back at him and raised an eye brow. I nodded. I didn't need to use words to ask for amyl anymore. He again put the poppers to my nose. I inhaled deeper and held it for longer this time.
With my blood pulsing in my ears, I heard him pop the plug out and smear more lube around and in my arse. I guessed he was up to pushing three fingers in now. Only when he put it down did I realise he was using the fisting lube.
I was glad I was so lightheaded when the toy pressed in. It took all my self-control not to try and push myself away from it -- hard with the restraints -- or clench so it couldn't be fed in further. I was breathing hard, alternating sucking in air with higher pitched grunts, my hands clenching the sheets.
"Fuck, fuck", I heard myself growling like an animal, over and over again.
By now Fistus, Dickus and Tiberius had stood up to watch Brutus feed it into me.
"Do you want me to stop?", I heard Brutus ask.
"Just fuck me...poppers", I grunted.
Tiberius put the bottle under my nose, and as I inhaled as deep as I could, I felt his hand stroke my beard.
The beast of a toy was pressed into me, feeling like it was going to tear me apart. I dropped my head and bit the sheets to not cry out. Almost as soon as I did, I could feel it being drawn out.
`I didn't say stop", I clumsily said, spit drooling out of my mouth onto the sheets in a pool. My arse was gaping, then puckering. It felt like I'd lost control of my hold after it had been stretched so thoroughly.
Whispering next to my ear, Tiberius, "You took it all the way to the balls". He was naked, and I watched as he threw his tunic to the side of the room while slowly stroking himself with his left hand. I looked behind me. All of them had taken their clothes off, or were in the process of doing so. Fistus and Dickus had picked up the body oil and were rubbing it on one another.
Tiberius laughed at them, pointing to Sextus. "So, how confident are you about your slave?
Fistus laughed back. "It'll be three of three for our barbarian slut. He'll take what yours can and then some."
My hole still twitching, I looked back to see Brutus lube up Sextus' arse and the toy, pressing it against his waiting hole. Brutus was smiling, a sheen of sweat through the hair on his chest, as he pushed the beast of a toy in. Sextus' grunted deep then higher pitched, and I watched him trying to pull away from the tool penetrating his arse.
Fistus and Dickus both started yelling at him, "take it you slut, you know you can". "Relax your hole". "Take it".
Sextus' eyes were wide and I saw him starting to breathe deep and fast. "Poppers, please. Poppers".
Dickus quickly put a bottle under his nose and he inhaled hungrily and sloppily. Brutus pushed in some more, before Sextus started to shake his head. "Stop...please...stop".
Brutus' deep voice cut through as he paused pressing in. "The safe word is `legion'".
"Legion. Scheisse. Legion".
Brutus pulled the toy out, his hand on how far he'd gotten it in. A few inches short. Tiberius laughed as Fistus undid Sextus' restraints. Sextus got up, a bit unsteady, and staggered his way towards the bathroom.
"The contests are over". My wrists and ankles were still restrained, but I felt Brutus working his hands around between my legs before feeling the liberation of the cock cage being removed from me. The release felt so good.
I could feel Brutus' hands stroking from my shoulders down my back to my arse. "Ready for your prize?"
Looking over my shoulder I watched him slathered a generous handful of lube on his nine inches, lining it up with my hole. His hands on my shoulders he pressed in, slowly and deliberately. His cock felt amazing and I could feel him working up slowly pulling his cock out of me before pressing it back in, his balls slapping against mine. Tiberius was standing in front of me, his cock hard as he watched Brutus work me. I opened my mouth, my tongue out, as Tiberius guided his cock forward into my mouth, stopping at the tip and letting me suck and tongue the precum from his dick hole.
I felt Brutus undo the Velcro on the restraints around my ankles and his cock pull out. Before I could react, he grabbed my thighs in his strong hands and flipped me over, the wrist restraints keeping my hands above my head. His hands on the inside of my knees, he pushed my legs up exposing my arse and grunted as he pushed in. He thrust a few times from his knees before lifting himself up in a push-up like position, his cock driving deep, hard and fast into me as I grunted to each press, his sweat dropping on my chest.
I could feel his cock twitch and his breathing get rougher and deeper and I found myself nodding with each thrust, mouthing the word "Yes", from a whisper to a forced grunt. With a deep animal groan, I felt him twitch, before a warm rush filled my arse. He caught his breath quickly, thrusting himself into me a few more times before pulling out and wiping his cock on my arse cheeks. He leaned forward reaching up to undo my wrist restraints, his lips pressing against mine roughly as he did. I felt his tongue push into my mouth and ran my hands down his powerful back to his arse.
With the contests over the party was in full swing. On the couch Fistus was being fucked by Tiberius as Dickus played with his nipples. As Sextus walked in, Brutus grabbed him hand and pulled him to the couch. Sitting down his legs spread, Brutus pointed to the floor -- Sextus obediently knelt down before taking Brutus' member in his mouth.
I glanced a look at the kitchen clock. It felt like half the night but we'd only been going for two hours. It was going to be a long night. I might not have been able to get hard but knew I could still come, and I was going to on Sextus face or throat before the night was over. And I still had to take Fistus and Dickus. But for now, I grabbed a bottle of champagne and walked to the pool. I needed to cool down, feeling the cum drool out of my arse as I walked along the concrete floor and path as I took a break from the groaning, sweat and porn behind me.
The morning light was breaking through the curtains. Sextus' hand was resting on my chest. I was sure he must have fallen asleep spooning me with his cock in my arse. His flaccid cock was wedged firmly in my cheeks. The porn was still playing silently on the walls and the tv. I smiled. What was it that Caesar said, Ï came, I saw and I conquered". I saw. I conquered. I definitely came.