Date: Sun, 5 Nov 2023 13:45:22 +1100
From: Tom jones <gapingblindfld@gmail.com>
Subject: Roman games

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.