A Roman Experience
                                By
                            Prisoner

I write this now, before the images fade in my memory.  I have just
returned from a dinner party at the home of Marcus Vintorius.
Marcus is the most famous man in Rome today.  Those who read these
words at some later time may not know this, so I will take a few
moments to explain.

Marcus Vintorius is a free man, but it was not always so. He was
brought to Rome many years ago as a slave, and sold to the circus
to be trained as a fighter. He fought in the circus for many years,
piling victory upon victory. Ten years ago he won his freedom at
a special competition dedicated to the god Mars.  Since then, he
has built his own stable of fighters and charioteers.  We knew of
the fighters, but he had kept his chariot team a secret, training
them outside of Rome.

Today was the Barracticus, the most important chariot competition
of the entire season. In fact, today's race was probably the most
important race in the history of the sport. This is because the two
favorite teams, the Blues and the Yellows had been building up
competitive wins over the past several seasons.  Today's race was
to decide the ultimate victor. Well, you can imagine the
consternation when a third team entered the race, the Reds. We
Romans like sport and intrigue, and so this secret team was
welcomed vociferously by the crowd. Well, they won, by six leagues!
Pandemonium broke out, and a new team, and their owner, were
jubilantly crowned victorious by all Rome.

Which leads me to the purpose of this writing, which is to
describe, as best I can, the most unusual, and exciting dinner
party I have ever attended. Marcus invited the leading citizens of
the city, minus their wives, to a dinner in honor of his victory.
In my own poor way, I will try to share that experience with the
reader.

I arrived at twilight, and was greeted by Marcus himself.

"Welcome Belorus, welcome to my home" Marcus spoke openly as he
grasped my hand and guided me into his house.

"Congratulations Marcus, or should I say Marcus Victorious" I
replied.

"My only duty is to entertain Rome, and I do it as best I can" he
responded with a chuckle.





Marcus's  home was on a hillside, overlooking the Tiber.  Like many
of the homes of Rome's elite, it was plain on the outside, hiding
its beauty from the eyes of the rabble, but inside it was a
paradise.  Like most such homes, it was built in a square shape,
with the individual rooms opened, not to the outside, but to the
enclosed garden in the center. What was unique about Marcus's home,
as we walked through the various rooms, was the flooring and wall
covering.  The floor of each room was a different, costly, marble.
Much of which was not from the nearby quarries, but must have been
brought in from quarries to the far south. The wall coverings for
each of the rooms was a fabric of a color to match the marble
floor. A very expensive decor, since the fabrics were quite rare.

But these were nothing compared to the garden we entered.  There
were flowering plants and trees of every variety. Some of which I
had never seen.

"We dine here in the garden tonight, as the heat has made it much
to uncomfortable to eat inside." Marcus advised as he guided me
past bushes and plants whose perfume wafted across the open spaces.

As we rounded a bush, I'm sure my jaw must have dropped, for Marcus
began to quietly chuckle at my surprise.

"Part of this evenings enjoyment" he offered as he guided me to a
dining couch. Some of the other guests had already arrived and were
lounging and conversing. They obviously were far less surprised
than I, or had simply accepted the matter as the offering of a
considerate host.

The dining couches had been arranged in a circle, there were small
tables, piled with fruits, cheeses, meats and wine.  A slave was
stationed between each couch to provide for the needs of each
guest. Nothing unusual you say, no, of course not. But, what was,
a little out of the ordinary, were the columns that had been
erected between each couch. So, a simple matter of festive decor
you might think. I suppose so, were it not for the fact that bound
to each of these columns were the  handsomest collection of young
men and boy's I had ever seen. Not only were they bound, but they
were all of them, totally naked. But that is not all, each of their
penises were also completely erect!

"Here, does this please you" Marcus asked as he guided me to a
couch next to Practicus Selorius, a merchant I knew slightly.

"Of course," I responded, nodding to Practicus.

"No, I mean is this alright" he added reaching over to fondle the
boy bound to the column between my couch and the one occupied by
Selorius.


I looked up at the boy, and my heart began to pound.  I was certain
that it could be heard by everyone.  The boy was obviously greek.
He had dark curly hair, an olive complexion and the most exquisite
body you could imagine. As I looked at him, he smiled slightly,
showing the tiniest of dimples. His eyes were blue, which I thought
unusual, and set beneath the most luxurious dark eyelashes. I'm
certain my mouth was agape as I continued to survey his beauty,
from his slender neck, down his smooth and well muscled chest to
his rippled abdomen, to the soft luxuriant hair that caressed his
private parts - a strange description for me to use in this context
since they were exposed for all to see.

His cock, which was hard and jutted out a full 10 inches from his
middle was, in itself, an amazing thing. The god priapus himself
would covet such a trophy.

"Belorus, are you alright" Marcus asked with some concern at my
silence.

"Oh, yes, of course" I replied, recovering from my momentary
surprise.

"He is lovely, isn't he ?" Marcus asked as he silently stroked the
youth's cock. The boy closed his eyes and moaned softly.

"He is exquisite" I responded.

"He and the others," Marcus spoke indicating the other bound youths
with a wave of his hand, "are provided for your enjoyment and
nourishment."

"Nourishment?" I asked, puzzled at his use of the word.

"Yes, let me demonstrate, " he replied, "Ordinos" he called as he
motioned to the slave standing by the table laden with food, who
picked up a piece of bread and handed it to Marcus.

Marcus smiled at my continued puzzlement, and began to slowly
stroke the boy's cock.

"Hmmmm" the boy moaned more loudly now that his penis was being
masturbated in earnest.

"Hssssh, aaah" the youth gasped, and shuddered as his cock gave up
his youthful cum in spurt after spurt of milky white cream.  Marcus
held the bread to catch the boy's juice. As the last bit of cum
dribbled onto the bread, Marcus smiled at me and popped the bread
into his mouth.

"Delicious," he commented as he chewed. "Ordinos, prepare some for
our guest." he ordered.


Ordinous looked at me quizzicly and I nodded in assent. He then
picked up another piece of bread and came over and began to
masturbate the boy. This time it took a little longer, but with a
gasp and shudder, the boy gave up more of his youthful cum, as his
cock spurted the white cream over the bread. Ordinos handed the
bread to me and I took it hungrily. He handed me a cup of wine.

"Enjoy yourself" Marcus urged as he left my side.

I lay back and began to sip my wine quietly, taking the time to
look at the other diners and their own selection of bound
"nourishers."  The slaves that served each diner were also
responsible for keeping the bound men and boys hard. As soon as one
of them would lose his hardness, the slave would message it back
to life.

There were 8 dining couches and as many bound youths.  It was clear
that they came from every part of Rome's Empire.  Marcus must have
paid an enormous sum to collect such selection of young male
beauty.

"Uuhgh" I heard a voice grunt. I looked over to where Practicus lay
in time to see his boy, with a low groan, give up a load of his
thick male juice. He was obviously a gaul, for his body was pale
and his hair the color of straw. He was as beautiful in his own way
as my greek boy.

He opened his eyes and his mouth gulped for air as the last dribble
of cum was squeezed from his hardened cock onto the waiting bread.
There was a hint of rose to his cheeks which told me that while he
was perhaps more strongly built than my greek, they were probably
the same age, 18 or 19 years. His chest was smooth, and very well
muscled; his definition being  more pronounced by the strain caused
by his bindings. A trail of pale hair led from his navel down to
the golden bush at his groin, which surrounded an even larger cock
than my greek boy's member.  His legs were much more powerfully
muscled.

"Pleasant, isn't he" Practicus murmured, gesturing towards his
gaul.

"Quite," I responded, "as beautiful as my own" I continued,
pointing to my greek.

"Ah, yes," Practicus replied "that one is beautiful.  I almost
asked Marcus to place me where you are sitting, but Marcus thought
I would appreciate this one more."

"I see, " I responded with a small laugh.

"Yes, " he continued speaking as he got up from his couch and stood
by his gaul "let me show you what Marcus did that made up my mind
for me."

Practicus reached over with both his hands and took the boy's rosy
nipples in his fingers and began to twist and pinch them violently.

"Hsssh, aaah" the boy moaned in an obvious mixture of pain and
pleasure.

The slave serving Practicus picked up another piece of bread and
held it under the lad's cock. Then in only a moment, the boy
shuddered and shot another load of cum over the waiting bread. No
one had touched his cock. He had cum purely from the torment
Practicus was inflicting on his nipples.

Practicus released the now reddened tits and returned to his couch.
The boy sagged slightly in his bindings and breathed even more
deeply. The slave handed the bread to Practicus who popped it into
his mouth and began chewing.

"Marcus knows that I like a little spice in my selection of boys"
he continued between chews. "I would venture to say that each of
these" he indicated all of the remaining bound figures, "were
selected especially for the unique taste of each of the guests."

I nodded in agreement. My own enchantment with young greek boys had
obviously come to Marcus's attention. I gazed up at my own boy, and
he smiled tentatively. "Hmmm" I wondered to myself how complete
Marcus had been in researching my interests.  I rose from my couch
and stood by the youth.

Slowly I began to rub his chest, stopping to lightly trace designs
over his two light brown nipples. I continued rubbing down to his
abdomen, poking a finger into his navel, then brushing lightly down
to his pubic hair and then along the shaft of his cock. I grasped
his cock and began to stroke it evenly.  He closed his eyes and lay
his head back against the column.  A drop of precum appeared and
I took it on a finger and rubbed it along the underside of the
shaft. I moved my hand away from his cock and continued down his
scrotum, grasping his balls and pulling them down tightly in their
sac.

"Uhhh" he moaned softly at the mounting pressure on his delicate
nuts.  They were of average size, about as large as small walnuts.
I continued to manipulate them, pulling and squeezing lightly.
More precum appeared and began to  descend  on crystalline threads.
I took more and rubbed it along my finger.

I released his nuts and reached under them to the crack of his ass.
He had been tied so that there was some movement possible away from
the column. I reached up between his legs and pulled his ass cheeks
away from the column. I probed the crack with my finger until I
found his hole. Slowly I pushed the finger that had been lubricated
with the precum into him.

"Ah, uh" he moaned. He opened his eyes and stared into mine.  The
slight flinching of the muscles around his eyes told me that he was
a virgin where I was probing. I smiled and continued to push my
finger up into him.

"Huuuh" he uttered sucking in a deep breath as my finger reached
his prostrate. I began to slowly push and message my quarry. He
gulped, his chest heaved with the deep breaths he was taking.
Clearly he had never experienced what I was doing before.  The
precum was now flowing almost continuously. After a moment I saw
his cock raise up slightly, on its own. Ordinos started to put a
piece of bread under it's head.

"No" I ordered, and Ordinos backed away. I put my mouth over the
boy's cockhead just at the moment when he arched his back away from
the column and groaned loudly. Volley after volley of sweet cum
shot into my mouth. I held his cock tight in my lips, feeling each
pulse as another load coursed through the shaft and out the end.

"Uuuuuh, uhh, ah" he moaned, thrashing his head from side to side,
his whole body shuddering with the violence of the orgasm.

After a moment or two, I felt the pulsing slow and then stop, and
I released his cock from my mouth and stood up. His chest was still
heaving, and was covered with a thin film of sweat that made it
glisten in the fading daylight. His eyes were closed and his head
was resting back against the pillar. I returned to my couch and
Ordinos brought me some more wine.

"Yes, Practicus" I spoke to my dining partner, raising my cup in
a toast to our host " Marcus does know his guests well." I took a
long swallow and looked around at the other diners. There were
still a few places open, but the majority of the guests were here.

"Belorus" I heard a voice call my name. I looked across the dining
area to a couch opposite me.

"Lepulius" I called out and raised my cup again, saluting my old
friend.

"Some  dinner, eh" he responded indicating my greek  boy.
Obviously he had witnessed my "taking nourishment."

I smiled and nodded my head. He began laughing uproariously.

"I see that you have been well provided for also" I replied,
ignoring his laughter, and indicating the boy tied next to him.
The boy was pale, also well muscled, with dark curly hair, and a
triangle of dark curly hair whose base went from dark nipple to
dark nipple and whose apex pointed towards the dark bush that
surrounded his cock and balls.

"Ah yes, " Lepulius replied, "Marcus knows that I like my boy's to
start with a little fur."

I must have cocked my head a little quizzically, for I really
didn't understand what Lepulius meant by "starting" with a little
fur.  To my mind, either you liked hairy boys or you liked them
smooth.  Though as I thought about it, I knew of a few friends that
liked to shave their boys.

"Here," Lepulius continued, "let me show you." He got up from his
couch and stood by his boy. Reaching down, he picked up a pair of
ivory tweezers from the table. Reaching up to the boy's chest, he
began to pluck the curly hairs.

"Hssh, aah, oh" the boy moaned in pain as each of his hairs was
pulled out.  At the same time, Lepulius was rubbing the boy's cock
with his other hand. Even though the boy was obviously in pain from
having his hair pulled out, he was being kept hard by the stroking
he was receiving at the same time.

"Aaah" the boy groaned more loudly as Lepulius took the tweezers
and pinched one of the boy's nipples. He then stopped, tossed the
tweezers back onto the table and sat down.

"By the end of the night" he mumbled between sips of wine and
pieces of cheese, "I'll have this young chick plucked completely
smooth."

I did not comment, but merely saluted him with a raised cup and
continued to look around at the other guests. There was much
conversation going on between the diners. I continued to eat
quietly, exchanging occasional conversation with Practicus to my
right, and with an older, very fat, merchant on my left, whom I
didn't know.  Periodically the various bound boy's would be milked,
and their cum presented on bread to the  guests.  Occasionally a
guest would get up to do something else with his boy, which ran the
gamut from simple fondling to more complex entertainments.

The fat merchant on my left had tied a leather thong around the
balls of his boy and would every so often pull on the thong until
the boy gasped in pain, at which the man would chuckle and order
his slave to milk the youth for more cum. His boy was also a gaul,
but with hair that was red. His body was pale and covered with
freckles. He was hairless, but it appeared to be a matter of youth
rather than genetics. He was younger than my boy by one or two
years, being 17 or 18 years old. Also, his pubic hair had been
shaved, leaving his cock to jut out from pale skin.

"Honored guests" I heard Marcus's voice thunder and looked up to
see him stride into the center of the dining circle.

"I hope that you are enjoying your meal" he offered, at which point
all of the guests, myself included, began cheering and raising our
winecups in toast to our host.

"I thank you humbly for the honor you do me to be my guests" he
replied.  "It is time, I think, to begin the  evening's
entertainments." he smiled and clapped his hands, and then strode
towards his own dining couch, which had been empty until this time.
He lay down and took up his own winecup and raised it to signal his
major domo, who bowed and then clapped his own hands.

Two youths then stepped out from behind a bush and strode into the
center.  They were both tall, powerfully built, and very handsome.
One was dark and the other light in hair and complexion.  They wore
loin cloths and their wrists and ankles were wrapped in leather.

"We start with a wrestling match" Marcus explained, "feel free to
wager on either combatant. They are of equal ability and skill" he
continued. He nodded towards the wrestlers and they bowed.

Then they assumed their opening postures, stalking one another
warily. The dark one made his move first, grabbing the neck and arm
of the lighter one, and trying to trip him with his leg. They
struggled for a few moments and broke free of one another.  Slowly
they maneuvered around one another. The lighter one then struck,
grabbing both arms of his opponent and trying with his leg to trip
him. This time it worked, and the dark one fell backward, with the
lighter one trying to pin him down. They struggled and rolled over
and over, each one trying to gain the advantage.

By this time the guests were cheering and wagering wildly.  The
dark one broke free and stood up, but before the light one could
also stand, he kicked his opponent in the abdomen, causing him to
double over in pain. Taking this advantage he pounced on the other
boy grasping his arms and pinning them behind his back with one
arm, while the other arm was wrapped around his neck.  The boy
gasped for air and struggled to break free.  His chest heaving with
exertion.  It was obvious that both were also excited by the battle
for each of their loin cloths poked outward from the hardened cocks
underneath.

The light one broke free and rolled over, causing the dark one to
fall forward. The light one quickly rolled back on top of the dark
one and pulled his arms behind his back.  The dark one bucked
suddenly, tossing the blond off his back, he quickly stood up as
did the blond. They grabbed one another's arms and began struggling
again.

By this time the diners were screaming for their favorite, and the
wagers were increasing in size. The boys appeared to be oblivious
to the commotion, being more concerned with one another in this
duel.

Suddenly the dark one kicked upward with his foot, and tossed the
blond over his head. The blond landed on his back, and before he
could get up, the dark one jumped on top of him and kicked him in
his groin.

"Aaah" the blond gasped in pain as both hands went to his groin to
grab at his balls. The dark one rolled him over and pulled his arms
behind his back, the blond was doubled over in pain and made no
move to fight his opponent.

Marcus tossed a leather thong to the dark boy, who immediately
bound the blonds wrists together. Another thong was tossed by the
major domo, and the dark one went to the blonds ankles, pulled them
together and bound them tightly. He then stood up to the cheers of
his followers. The blond boy lay quietly at his feet, clearly still
pained from the blow that felled him.

"Fuck him, fuck him" a chant began to rise from the diners.

"Fuck him, fuck him hard, show him who is master" the diners
continued to chant and clap their hands.

The dark one looked to Marcus, who smiled and nodded his head.
The major domo tossed another leather thong to the victor, who then
pulled the blond up on his knees, and bound his legs just above the
knees.  He looked around at the diners who were cheering him on,
smiled and reaching down, ripped the loin cloth off of his victim.
The diners screamed their approval at the sight of the now naked
blond, whose cock was no longer hard, but hung limply between his
legs.

The dark victor was not limp, for as he stood up, his cock still
pushed against his loin cloth. He reached down and ripped it free,
and his cock bounced upward in the air.  It was huge, jutting out
at least eleven inches and was thick in circumference.  I pitied
the youth about to be impaled.

He stroked his cock a few times and knelt down behind the other
boy.  The blond's head rested on the floor, his ass was held
upraised by the bindings behinds his knees. The dark one began to
pry at the pale asscheeks with his fingers. Finding what he sought,
he pushed into the blond with thick finger.

"Ugh" the bound youth groaned.

The victor stood up and began to probe with his cock.  As its head
entered the other's hole, he thrust forward with all his force,
burying the full eleven inches into his vanquished opponent.

"Aaaah" the blond youth screamed in pain as the other's cock
invaded his backside.

"Aaah, aaah, aaaaah" he continued to scream as the other continued
his methodical fucking, pushing in and out, oblivious to the pain
he was causing the other.

The diners were cheering and applauding at each thrust and scream
of pain. In only a few moments the dark one closed his eyes and
gasped, then pulling his cock free of the other, sat back on his
haunches as his cock erupted sending a spray of cum over the blond
boy's back. The dark one's cock continued to jab the open air,
shooting load after load of male juice, until the blond's back was
covered with the viscous liquid, slowly dribbling down his sides.

The dark one stood up and raised his arms in victory. The diners
went wild.  Marcus beckoned to the boy and he walked over to where
his master reclined. Marcus reached down and picked up a laurel
wreath, and placed it on the still hard cock. The diners screamed
their approval.


Slowly the dark one proceeded around the center, his cock jutting
out defiantly, carrying his victory wreath. The diners tossed coins
and flowers in his direction, which a slave gathered up.  He strode
proudly out of the area, ignoring his opponent who still lay bound
and exhausted from the battle and the fucking.  Two large slaves
came into the area as the dark one left, and picked up the blond
youth, not bothering to even untie him, and carried him out
silently, dragging his feet as they went.

"Now," we heard Marcus exclaim, "another entertainment." he clapped
his hands, and ten young men came tumbling into the center of the
circle.

They were all completely naked and oiled, their bodies glistening
in the flickering light of the torches. Obviously they were an
acrobatic troupe, for they proceeded to jump and roll and tumble,
forming shapes and movements with one another.  They were certainly
entertaining, but not nearly as exciting as the wrestlers had been.


I suppose it is a fault, but we Romans do like our entertainments
a little on the harsher side. But these youths were pleasant none
the less, and some of them were even beautiful.  They continued
their acrobatics for several minutes and as a finale, formed a tall
triangle by standing on one another's shoulders.

We were feeling quite magnanimous by this time and applauded loudly
at their efforts. Marcus smiled and clapped his hands and the
youths tumbled down from their stance and stood together, bowing
deeply. Marcus tossed them a pouch of money, which their leader
grabbed up. They all bowed again and ran tumbling from our midst.

"Honored guests, " we heard Marcus again call out, and turned our
attention to our host.

"Honored guests, I am pleased that you liked this pleasant
interlude." he spoke indicating the acrobats that had just left.

We all applauded and shouted our thanks.

"Thank you, thank you." he continued with mock humility " but, this
was only a momentary pleasantry. I know my fellow Romans, and I
know that you like your entertainments somewhat more, shall we
say,  sophisticated."  the  diners,  sensing  another entertainment
more to their liking, screamed their agreement.

"I also know that many of you lost some hefty sums of money by
wagering  on that unfortunate excuse for a wrestler."  he
continued.

At this last comment there was laughter from the winners and much
grumbling from the losers. We also noticed that the slaves had
begun to move away two of the serving tables at one end of the
dining area.

"Yes, yes, there are losers and there are winners, but, let it
never be said that guests in Marcus's house had only once chance
to win." he continued. Now our interest was really piqued. What did
Marcus have up his sleeve, we all wondered.

The slaves, having removed the serving tables, were now erecting
an X shaped cross where the tables had been. I don't know about the
other guests, but at this sight, my own heart began to pound with
excitement.

"So," Marcus began to speak again after the murmuring had died
down, " I give you an opportunity to regain your losses or win even
more." He clapped his hands and we all turned towards the direction
he was facing.

The slaves had finished erecting the cross, and now two more came
marching out from behind one of the hedges. They held the blond
wrestler between them. He was still naked, but his ankles and legs
had been unbound, and his wrists were tied in front of him.

The slaves marched him over to the cross, untied his wrists and
then pulling up on his arms, secured each wrist to one of the
uprights of the cross. Once his wrists had been secured, they
pulled his legs apart, causing his penis and balls to hang free
between his legs, and bound his ankles to the lower parts of the
cross. They then stepped away, leaving him spread eagled.

I now had a chance to really look at the boy. He was powerfully
built.  His arms and legs were thickly muscled. Because of his
bondage, they were straining beneath his skin.  His face was almost
feminine in it's beauty, his flaxen hair hung limply over his
forehead, matched by thick flaxen eyelashes. His cheeks were
touched with a hint of rose, indicating his youth. His eyes were
the most startling blue color. They were a deep, sapphire blue, the
color of deep pools of water. His neck, unlike what one might
expect from a wrestler, was not overly thick,  but symmetrical,
leading to broad, well muscled shoulders that were also straining
with the pressure of the bindings. His chest was completely smooth,
and lightly browned, indicating many hours spent in the sun,
probably in learning his wrestling skills. His nipples were the
size of coins, and dusky rose in hue.  His abdomen was rippled with
muscle.

As my eyes reached the platinum bush at his groin, I let out an
involuntary gasp.  Even limp, his cock was huge.  Erect, I imagined
it to be even larger than the one possessed by the dark one who had
beaten him. His balls were also large, and hung pendulously in
their sack, swinging slightly.

"Here is my wager, " Marcus began to explain, " I will double the
money you lost, or double the money you won. " the guests shouted
and cheered, making it difficult to hear what Marcus was saying.
He stopped talking and smiled, and motioned for the guests to quiet
themselves.

"Please, please " he asked " let me finish my wager."  The shouting
slowly died down.

"As I said," he continued " I will double the amount of your wagers
if " he paused for effect, and the silence was complete, as each
diner waited for the conditions of the wager. " if, you can cause
this boy to cum " he indicated the bound blond, "through torture."
he finished. There was a momentary silence as he finished, to be
replaced in a split second with roars of approval.

"Wait, wait" he continued, motioning us to be quiet once again,
"there are conditions." he stopped again, and we remained silent.

"Each of you must make the boy cum, using whatever means of torture
you choose" he indicated towards the youth again and we looked to
see his major domo setting up a table of implements.

"But, you must leave no lasting marks, and you may not stroke or
in any way massage his penis. He must cum from the torture itself."
he finished.

The guests looked at one another, and soon the cheering and
applause started again.

Marcus smiled, and opened his mouth to speak again, motioning for
quiet.

"I will give you one advantage, " he indicated, "I will tell you
now that I have trained him myself, and warn you that he can
withstand more pain before orgasm than you might think." he stopped
speaking and smiled as the diners screamed their own challenges.

"Very well, very well, who will be first?" he asked simply.

I took a sip of wine, wondering whether or not Marcus was playing
us the fool. There were eight of us. Surely this boy could not be
made to come 8 times, no matter the stimulation. But, we were all
pretty well in our cups by this time, and I was prepared to meet
the challenge, and from the sounds of the others, they too were
going to rise to the occasion.

"I'll torture the juice out of him " I heard Lepulius's voice
exclaim. I looked over to see him get up, unsteadily, from his
couch and proceed more unsteadily over to the bound youth.

Half way across the circle he stopped, and weaving slightly, turned
back to his couch. We started to jeer at his apparent change of
mind, but he simply ignored us and upon reaching his couch, picked
up his ivory tweezers, and smirked. He then turned and made his way
across the circle to the waiting boy.


Upon reaching the youth, he reached up and rubbed the back of his
hand across a rosy cheek. He let one hand drop to the chest and a
finger began to trace designs across the smooth skin.  He smiled
at the boy, and reached towards his pubic hair with the tweezers,
and taking one of the strands, pulled hard.

"Ah, ahh" the boy gasped in pain as Lepulius began to pluck each
of the pubic hairs out of the boy's skin.

"Aaah, oooh" the boy continued to groan as the hairs fell away from
his crotch. Occasionally Lepulius would reach up with the tweezers
and pinch one of the rosy nipples.

As he continued the torment, the boy's cock began to harden.  By
the time Lepulius was half-way through the pubic hair, the lad's
cock was completely hard and oozing precum.  Lepulius reached over
and plucked at the frenum that hung loose underneath the head of
the youth's cock.

"Ah,aaah" the boy complained and pulled uselessly at  his
restraints. Lepulius ignored him and resumed the plucking of his
pubic hair and the pinching of his nipples.

After ten minutes or so, the boy's crotch had been completely
denuded of its hair, and though the precum flowed continuously, he
had not been forced to come. The crowed began to jeer Lepulius's
efforts.  He looked over to us with a scowl, and reaching down
began to pull out the hairs on the boy's scrotum, occasionally
pinching the skin as well.

"Aah, oooh, hssssh" the boy moaned and began to pull more furiously
at the restraints that held his wrists and ankles.

Then we saw Lepulius smile, and redouble his  efforts, pulling out
hairs that rested at the base of the boy's cockshaft.  The cock,
began to slowly pulse upward, and we knew that Lepulius had won his
wager.

"Uuuuuuhhh", the boy groaned deep and long as his chest heaved,
hips thrust outward and his cock jabbed the open air, spewing forth
thick creamy cum.

Lepulius turned to us and smiled broadly at our accolades.  Marcus
was cheering along with us and nodded to a slave who came up to
Lepulius with a bag of coins. Lepulius bowed deeply at his host and
strode triumphantly back to his couch.

"Now then, "Marcus shouted over the din, "who will be next?"

"I'll squeeze all the cum out of those nuts." I heard the fat
merchant next to me shout.

I turned to see him push himself up from his couch and on even less
steady feet than Lepulius, make his way over to the blond youth.

I glanced up at the red headed boy to see him expel a sigh of
relief and lay his head back against the column. I surmised that
he was relieved to have a few moments respite from the fat paws
that had been mauling his own testicles. Throughout the evening,
even during the acrobatics, the fat one had not left the boy's
balls alone, pulling continuously on the thong and occasionally
slapping them.

I looked back over to where the other boy was spreadeagled and saw
that the merchant was selecting some leather thongs from the table.

"Well boy, those are very pretty nuts" he spoke loudly, more to us
than to the youth. "Lets see how full of cum they are." he finished
as he grabbed them in one of his huge paws and squeezed.

"Uggh" the boy grunted at the sudden pain. "Aaah" he moaned even
louder as the fat man pulled the testicles down into the scrotal
sac as far as they would go and began to wrap the leather thong
around the loose skin of the boy's scrotum.

As the fat one continued to wrap the thong around the boy's
scrotum, the youth began to move his head from side to side, in an
effort to block out the growing ache in his balls. His cock, which
had started to soften after his orgasm, now began to stiffen once
again.

The fat merchant continued to wind the thong around the scrotal
sac. The boy lay his head back against the cross and closed his
eyes, mentally trying to will away the dull ache that must have
enveloped his groin.

In a few moments, the fat one had wrapped sufficient cord around
the sac so that the balls were forced at least four inches away
from the base of the youth's cock shaft. The youth clenched his
teeth trying to keep himself from moaning. The merchant reached
over to the table and selected another thong. He made a loop with
the thong and placed it around the boy's right testicle. He drew
the free end tight and began to loop the rest around the testicle.

"Aaaaaah" the boy finally gave up the effort to block his pain and
moaned loudly as his testicle was gripped even more severely.

"Aah, aaah, aah" he continued to moan and once again he began to

pull at his restraints as the fat merchant took a second thong and
wrapped his left testicle as tightly as he had the other.

In a moment he stopped and stood back to survey his handiwork.  He
looked around at the other diners and then reached over and lifted
up the bound balls for all to examine. They had already began to
redden because of the pressure.

"Ughghgh" the boy groaned, clearly the least pressure now applied
to his testicles would cause pain.

"Now, I will win your wager Marcus, and force these beauties to
give up their cream." the fat merchant spoke with confidence.

Then holding the bound scrotum with his right hand, he reached down
with his left hand and brought it up sharply, hitting the testicles
with the palm of his hand.

"Aaaaaaah" the boy screamed and thrashed about trying and failing
to break the restraints.

"Aaaaah, aaah, aaaaaaah" he continued to scream as the fat merchant
again and again pummled his trapped nuts.

The merchant added a twisting motion with his right hand, now
twisting and pummeling the boy's balls. But, even though the boy
continued to scream from the torment, his cock was growing harder.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaah" the boy screamed his loudest scream and his cock
spurted out load after load of his cum, this time not as thick as
the last, but still white and creamy looking.  His chest was
heaving, and he sagged limply in his bindings.

The fat man turned after releasing the boy's scrotum, he smiled,
and wiping the boy's cum off of his hand with his napkin, he spoke
directly to Marcus.

"Pay up honored host, pay me my wager" and he began to laugh
uproariously as a slave brought him his money. He sauntered back
to his couch as the major domo removed the thongs from the youth's
nuts.

I looked over and saw the red head open his eyes and sigh another
sigh, this one more of resignation than relief. He closed his eyes
as the fat man sat down.

"Did you miss me my pretty, " the fat merchant asked the youth and
then with a laugh, he reached over and gave the thong another sharp
tug.

"Ugh" the boy groaned at the pain in his balls.  The fat man
continued to laugh and began eating and drinking to his victory.

"Who will be next?" I heard Marcus ask.

"Me, Marcus, Me" several voices cried out at once.

"I think you were the first to claim the wager, Tarques" he spoke
to a Roman military officer seated half way round the circle.  I
did not know him, and looked with renewed interest in the possible
tortures he might conjure up for our blond victim.

He stood up and walked directly toward the youth. He was not
unsteady. Either he had not been drinking as much as the rest of
us, or he was able to hold his wine much better.

Reaching the youth, he raised both his arms and took the boy's
nipples in his fingers and began to twist and pinch them.

"Hssssh" the boy hissed between clenched teeth.

"Are you going to twist his nipples off?" I heard one of the diners
question.

"Yes, yes, twist off his nipples" a chant began from the diners.

He released the boys tits and turned towards us with a smile.

"Now, what do you take me for, an amateur" he asked with mock
disdain.

The diners laughed at this retort and became silent, waiting with
mounting excitement at what was to come.

"I have served in Rome's legions all over the empire" he started
to lecture, " I have seen all manner of tortures, some that we
inflicted on the barbarians to make them docile, and some they
inflicted on themselves and on our troops as punishment." he
continued speaking.

The excitement in the room was palpable.  All murmuring had stopped
as we listened intently to this soldier.

"But, the race that has developed torture to a high art are the
Persians, and, "he paused, like Marcus, for effect. " it is a
Persian torment that I will visit on this lad to win my wager." he
spoke with a booming voice and turned to look up at his victim. The
boy merely sighed deeply and lay his head back once again on the
cross, as though preparing himself once again.

First Tarques picked up a small whip, and we thought that he
intended to whip the youth. Certainly a painful torment, but not
really that unusual. But, instead, he took the handle of the whip
and inserted it up the boy's rectum, and slowly he began to fuck
the boy with the handle.

"Uhhhh" the youth moaned as he moved his head from side to side.
His cock, however, soon responded to the pressure on his prostate,
and began for a third time to harden.  As soon as the cock had
grown to its full length, Tarques withdrew the whip handle and
tossed it aside.

Then, holding onto the base of the boy's cock, with cock and balls
held tightly by his right hand, he reached into his tunic and
pulled out a long ivory rod. He turned to face us, holding the rod
up with his left hand.

"Watch closely my friends, at this Persian delight" he spoke
huskily, his own excitement obviously growing.

He turned and then, slowly, ever so slowly, he began to insert the
rod into the end of the boy's penis.

"No, aaaaah, uggggh,hsssssh" the boy began immediately to scream
as the probe pushed its way into his cock.

When Tarques had inserted the rod several inches, he stopped and
began to withdraw it.

"Aaaaaaaah" the youth screamed even louder.

Slowly Tarques pushed it back in, then pulled it out, and pushed
it in again, methodically fucking the boys cock with the rod.

"Aaaaaaaaah"  the boy continued  to scream, as he  pulled
fruitlessly at his restraints. He could not move his cock away, for
Tarques held it tight with his right hand.

"Ah, aaah, aaaaah, aaaaaaaaaaah" the screams grew louder.  Then the
youth shuddered.

Tarques stepped aside and held up the cock and rod for all to see
as cum oozed out around the base of the rod and down the youth's
cockshaft. Tarques pulled out the rod, and a thick wad of cum shot
up and spattered his tunic.

"There Marcus," the soldier continued, wiping the rod off with a
napkin and reinserting it into his tunic, "a Persian delight for
your guests, and a wager won for me."

Marcus laughed and motioned to a slave who brought the soldier his
winnings.

I looked over to the blond youth. His head hung limply and his
chest was heaving greatly. He appeared to have fainted from this
last torment. Obviously, Marcus had observed the same thing, for
as I watched, a slave came up to the boy and tossed water over him.
With a start he awoke, and laid his head back against the cross.
His cock had become limp once again.


"The boy has come thrice, who will be the fourth to meet my wager?"
I heard Marcus exclaim to the diners.

A general commotion followed as the diner's voices rose as one,
each trying to out shout the other to be the next one chosen to
torture the youth.

"Hmmm" Marcus mused quietly, " I think you were the first to call
out Modicus, " he nodded towards another one of the diners I did
not know.

The man who rose up and walked towards the waiting youth was by far
the oldest in that company. His hair was white and his hands
gnarled with age. I took another sip of wine, wondering what an old
man might conjure up for our victim.

As he reached the youth, he turned and smiled a toothless smile to
the rest of us and commenced to speak.

"This one's nipples have been neglected in all that has happened
so far, " he spoke in a nasal tone, "I will make up for that
oversight, and win the wager."

He turned and reached up to the boy's nipples with both his hands
and took hold of them, pinching them between his fingers.  He began
to twist and pull on the rosy nibs.

"Hsssh" the youth gasped at the mild pain that now spread out from
his nipples.

The old man continued to twist and pinch, occasionally digging a
fingernail into the soft flesh.

While it was certainly entertaining to see the boy grimace, and
gasp from the torment, and his nipples certainly were beautiful as
they became more and more red from the torture; it was clear to me
that this was far too mild to cause him to give up his semen.

"That will never make the boy cum" someone shouted from the
audience.

The old man stopped, and turned once again to the audience to
answer the retort.

"Patience, my friends, is a virtue, " he continued in a lecturing
tone "one that is learned through age. I am only preparing this
boys tits for what is to come."

My curiosity was piqued. What was the old man planning?  He smiled
smugly, and turned back to the boy. He reached into his tunic and
withdrew two, very thin, filaments of some kind.  Reaching up to
the boy's right nipple that was now jutting out like a small
mountain against the flat of his pectoral, the old man looped the
filament around the nub and tightened it, causing it to bulge
slightly. He repeated the act with the left nipple.  Both nipples
were now bound tightly in the filaments.

Then, holding the right nipple in his fingers, so that all could
see, he reached into his tunic once again with his free hand and
withdrew a thin ivory needle. He touched the end of the needle to
the engorged nub and slowly, ever so slowly, began to twist the
needle and push it into the flesh.

"Aaah, aaaah" the boy screamed out as the needle first pricked and
then punctured his tender skin.

The old man stopped, and turned his head to look back over his
shoulder and smiled, as he continued to push the needle clean
through the boy's nipple.

"Aaaah, hssssh" the boy continued to moan, as the old man repeated
his actions with the left nipple. He then withdrew both his hands
and stood silently in front of the youth.

The boy's eyes were closed as if to ward off the pain that now
engulfed his chest, his breathing was heavy and labored.  Two tiny
rivulets of blood began to slowly descend from his nipples.

The old man turned to us and spoke.

"Now watch, impatient ones, at how quickly I extract his seed."

He then reached up and took both needles in his fingers and twisted
and turned them slowly, as though to carefully prolong the agony.

"Aaah, aaaaaah" the youth screamed at the pain.

The old man ignored his cries and continued to twist the needles.

The boy pulled at his restraints and moved his head from side to
side, his teeth clenched tightly to ward away the pain. When he
could no longer fight the agony, he opened his mouth and uttered
a low, animal like moan.

"Ooooohhh,aaaaah,hsssssh" he cried out, his head continuing to
thrash from side to side.

The old man continued to twist the boy's, now reddened nipples and
the small rivulets of blood continued their coursing down his
chest. The old man looked over his shoulder to us and smiled as the
boy's cock once again began to harden. In a moment it was
completely hard, jutting out and dribbling more precum.

"Aaaah" the youth began a louder scream as his back arched and he
thrust his hips outward from the cross, his cock jabbing the open
air.


The old man quickly stopped twisting the boys nipples, and deftly
removed the needles, then just as quickly he reached up and began
to bite first one and then the other nipple.

"Aaarrrgggh" the youth screamed out as his cock erupted for a
fourth time, sending a spray of watery cum to spatter the old man's
toga.

"Aargh, aaah, hssssh" the boy continued to moan as the old man
continued to bite his nipples. Finally the last bit of cum dripped
from the head of his cock, and the old man stood back.

All of us were cheering and clapping as the old man smiled
victoriously and, after accepting his bag of coins from a slave,
walked proudly back to his seat.

"Well, honored guests" Marcus spoke once again " you have made this
youth come four times, there are still four of you left to test
your skill. Who will be next?"

Only I, Practicus, and two of the other guests remained, one of
whom rose.

"Ah, Porteus" Marcus aknowledged his guest.

The man, whom I didn't know, was middle age and only slightly
paunchy, unlike the fat merchant next to me. I picked up my winecup
and took a sip, excited by the prospect of yet another display of
torment bringing the boy to orgasm.

Porteus reached the boy and smiled up at him. He raised one of his
hands and began to lightly stroke the boy's chest, pausing to trace
invisible designs around the recently tormented nipples, and then
drawing his hand down the boy's chest lightly brushing his abdomen,
and down further to cup the boy's balls in his hand.

The youth closed his eyes, waiting for whatever new torture this
guest would inflict. He clenched his teeth, clearly expecting
Porteus to squeeze or otherwise batter his nuts.

Porteus only smiled and took his hand away, letting the balls drop
to swing freely between the boy's bound legs.  He then walked away
from the table of implements towards one of the nearer diners.

"Giving up already" the crowed began to tease, knowing that this
was not the case. Porteus only smiled.

Upon reaching the reclining diner, Porteus spoke softly and the
diner smiled and nodded his head in agreement.  Porteus then picked
up the candle that provided light to the diner and walked back to
the boy.

Reaching the youth he held the candle upright in front of him.
Then he reached upwards towards the boy's chest and began to slowly
tip the candle.

"Aaah, hsssh" the boy began to moan as first one and then many more
fiery droplets began to spatter against his chest.

"Aaah, aaah, aaah" he continued, his moans punctuating each impact
of the fiery wax.

Porteus continued to drip the hot wax onto the boy's chest,
covering completely first one and then the other nipple, then
continuing down the chest, he dribbled more wax onto the bronze
skin.

"Aaah, aaah, oooh" the boy continued his cries. His cock once again
began to grow hard.

Porteus continued the fiery assault, covering the boy's abdomen
with a thin coat of wax and then proceeding down to the boys groin
to cover the area previously covered by pubic hair.

The youth clenched his teeth once again to prevent himself from
crying out further.

Porteus then took the boys cock and balls in one hand, holding it
by its base, and began to dribble the hot wax over the shaft and
tender globes.

"Aaaaaah" the youth cried out as his cock and balls were covered
in hot wax.

He shuddered, but before his cock could shoot the first volley of
cum, Porteus held the shaft upwards and dribbled hot wax into the
pee hole.

"Aaaarrrrrrggh" the youth screamed his loudest protest as his body
shuddered in violent orgasm, his cock stabbing the air, but his cum
trapped by the wax plug that now encased its opening.

"Arrgh, aaaaah" he continued to cry out, as the pressure built up
in his tormented penis.

Finally Porteus squeezed the cock head and the wax plug was ejected
to be followed by a steady stream of watery cum.

"Uuuuuuugh" the boy groaned, as the pressure was released and the
cum flowed freely from his body. He hung limply in his bindings,
his body covered in sweat.

"Who will be next" Marcus asked, as Porteus returned to his couch.

"I will, Marcus" I heard Practicus speak out. He rose from his
couch and walked quickly over to the youth.

"Hmmm" he mused loudly, again this was meant more for us than for
the youth.

"Let's see, I am to torture you but leave no marks. I must draw the
semen from you but not by caressing this" he continued, picking up
the softening cock with his finger.

"I would have tormented these" he spoke, indicating the youth's
nipples by lightly pinching and twisting them, "had not someone
already entertained us thus."

The boy simply closed his eyes at his newest tormentor's
commentary, and rested his head against the cross, trying to
prepare himself for what was to come next.

"So what is left for me" he asked innocently. He glanced down at
the table and shook his head in the negative.  "Nothing so mundane
as these."

He looked around the dining area and then out into the garden
beyond.

"Hmmm" he sighed softly. Then, his eyes brightened, and a smile
began to develop. "Ah, yes." he finished and walked out of the
dining area and towards one side of the garden.

All of us were now very curious at what Practicus had in mind, and
why he was going out into the garden.  We soon had our answer, as
he strode purposefully back into the center and towards the bound
youth. In his hand he carried several sprigs of some kind of plant.
Now we were curious.

As he reached the boy, he silently raised the sprigs and lightly
drew them across the boy's chest.

"Huuuugh" the boy drew in a sharp breath, as we began to see tiny
red welts appear where the sprigs had been.

"Nettles" Practicus informed us simply as he continued to draw the
plant across the boy's chest, crisscrossing it with a trail of tiny
red marks that formed welts.

"Aaah, oooh,hsssghsh" the boy uttered gutturally, as his chest
became inflamed. True to his training, or perhaps his nature, his
cock once again began to harden.

I shook my head in astonishment at how this boy was still able to
become excited at pain, even after having been subjected to test
after painful test. His nipples jutted out like tiny mountains, his
muscles, straining at the bindings, showed the growing excitement
in his loins. His hands clenched and unclenched as his moaning grew
louder.

"Uuuugh, oooohhh" he cried as the sprigs were drawn down his
abdomen leaving their fiery trails. His cock was now completely
hard again.

"No use in prolonging this" Practicus observed, as he raised the
sprigs up from the boys body, and brought them down across the
erect cock.

"Aaaah" the youth again cried out as Practicus continued to whip
his cock with the fiery nettles.

Again a shudder, and the boy came a fifth time, his cock spurting
and spurting as Practicus continued his whipping.

"Uggggh,aaaaaah,hsssssh" the boy moaned and finally sighed as
Practicus stopped.

Practicus tossed the nettles to the floor and strode back to his
couch, where he was met by another slave and his winnings.

"Well, only two of you left" Marcus observed, " you, Belorus, or
you Antoninus. Who will it be."

I looked over to Antoninus, one of Rome's better writers, he raised
his cup in salute. I smiled and waved him on.  I could wait to be
last. I had not yet decided upon what I would do to the boy.

Antoninus got up and walked over to the boy. He rummaged around for
a few minutes among the table of implements and selected several
small thongs. Silently, he went over and stood in front of the
youth. He reached down and raised up the boy's cock, and began to
tie the thongs around the shaft. He tied one at the base of the
cock, and the rest at one inch intervals, finishing with the last
thong tied just under the head of the cock.  He then tightened up
on each of the thongs, which caused the boys cock to bulge
unnaturally in the places between the thongs.

He then pulled the boy's buttocks away from the cross, and began
to probe with one of his fingers. Finding what he was searching
for, he shoved his finger into the boy's hole.

"Uuuh" the boy groaned. Antoninus continued to silently finger fuck
the youth, probing deeply and massaging the boy's prostrate.

"Uuuh, uh, uh" the boy continued to moan at the growing pleasure.
His cock began to harden. As it did so, the boy opened his eyes in
a look of growing confusion.

His cock, trying to harden, was restrained by the thongs tied up
and down its shaft. As each wave of pleasure engulfed his groin,
a growing ache began to grow from his bound penis.

"Ah,oh,humph" he moaned continuously. His breathing quickened as
his excitement mounted. He looked down at his cock, as if to will
the thongs away, so that freed his cock could grow to its full
hardness and ultimate release.


This was indeed a subtle, but not insignificant, torment.  To
torture the boy with pleasure unfulfilled was artful,  my
admiration for Antoninus grew.

This slow, deliberate, work continued for at least twenty minutes,
the boys moans growing louder and louder, until finally the careful
manipulation of his prostrate outweighed the painful bondage of his
cock, and his body gave another, but very deep shudder.

"Aaarrrrrgh" he cried out through clenched teeth, and slowly drop
upon drop of cum oozed from his penis.

Antoninus slowly removed the thongs, leaving the one at the head
of the cock till last. On removing this, a huge spurt of cum
dropped to the ground below, having been freed from the last
restraint.

We applauded Antoninus as he bowed and accepted his winnings.

"Well, Belorus" Marcus addressed me "you are last. What have you
prepared to entertain yourself and us."

I smiled enigmatically and rose to move slowly towards the boy.
In truth, I had not yet considered what I would do to him.  His
hair had been plucked, his nipples pierced, his balls pummled and
abused, his cock whipped and fucked. Frankly I wasn't sure what new
delight I could inflict that would not be a mere repetition of a
previous effort.

I reached his side and silently looked over him. Once again he had
closed his eyes. His chest rose and fell with the symmetry of his
even breathing. He was resting in preparation for what he knew
would be the last torture.

My eyes scanned his face. It was still beautiful in repose, even
after all of this. His dampened, golden, hair was pasted against
his forehead. His entire body was coated with sweat which ran
freely off and onto the dirt below. My eyes swept down his chest
and noted the still feint welts from the nettles that stood out a
light red against the golden brown of his skin, his nipples were
an angry red, though they were no longer bleeding.

My eyes continued to survey his body , his denuded crotch made his
sex organs seem even larger than they were. I reached down and
cradled them in one hand. The muscles around his eyes flinched at
the touch, as though he were preparing himself against whatever
torment I had devised to visit on his vulnerable cock and balls
which were themselves reddened from the previous abuse. I released
them and stood back from him, pondering what I would do that would
entertain my fellow guests.

A thought crossed my mind, and I smiled inwardly. All manner of
implements had been used on the boy, and all who had gone before
had been successful in bringing him to orgasm. It was obvious that
the boy was predisposed to this kind of treatment, either by
disposition or by training. Perhaps, I reasoned, I could get the
boy to make himself cum. I turned to Marcus and the other diners.

"Marcus, " I spoke formally, "and my fellow guests. We have all
been entertained this evening by watching the boy here " I pointed
towards the bound youth, "repeatedly tortured to orgasm." I paused
for effect, and then continued.

"It is obvious to me that the boy is predisposed to this kind of
sexual release, either by nature or by our friend Marcus's
training." I stopped and paused while the diners murmured
agreement.  I could see that they were all wondering what I
intended to do to win my wager.

"I propose to risk my wager on this reasoning, by making the youth
cum once again, but," I paused as the murmuring stopped and the
other diners and Marcus waited on my words, "I will do so without
touching him."

"That's not possible," I heard someone shout, to be followed by
general agreement from the other diners.  Marcus only looked smug.

"Perhaps Belorus would care to increase the wager" Marcus asked the
other diners.

"Gladly, " I replied, "I will wager against the winnings of anyone
who wishes to test my theory."

Immediately, several of the diners offered their winnings,
including my friend Practicus. The major domo collected the
challenge money and placed it in front of Marcus.

"I too would like to see this, and will match these with my own
wager" Marcus spoke indicating the pile of bags in front of him.

"Done" I said simply, and turned towards the boy.

The boy's eyes were open and he stared silently at me.  He had
heard what was said, and was himself puzzled by my actions.

"What is your name, boy" I asked him.

"Volax" he responded.

"Well, Volax, " I replied, "I want you to listen very carefully to
what I am going to say. I want your mind to paint pictures of the
words I am going to use in describing how I will treat you when you
are my slave."

His eyes opened wider as I continued speaking.

"Yes, Volax, I intend to buy you from Marcus when we are through
here, so you can be quite certain that what I am about to describe
will, in truth, happen." I spoke with firmness and surety.

"Close your eyes Volax, and let your mind see." The room was quiet
as each of the diners and Marcus listened to my words.

"Tonight, when these festivities are concluded, you will be
released from this cross. But, you will not be free.  I will have
your wrists bound together, and joined by a leather strap to your
testicles which will also be bound." I paused to see if my words
were creating any pictures for the youth. I could tell by his
breathing that he was, in fact, seeing what I was describing.

"You will remain naked, and thus bound, I will lead you through the
streets of Rome to my home. You can be sure that any of the good
citizens of Rome that chance to see you will heap ridicule on you
and perhaps even wish to molest you. I will not stop them." I could
see his breathing quicken slightly. I knew then that I was correct
in my reasoning. I would win the wager.

"If necessary we will stop so that any citizen who would so choose
may torment you. Yes, Volax, imagine, you are powerless to stop
inquiring hands as they explore and torment your body, as they
twist and pinch your aching nipples, as they probe and finger your
anus, as they pull on and pummel your tender nuts. Unlike  this
evenings earlier entertainments, if the  good citizens desire to
torment your cock, I will not stop them."

The boy's breathing became heavier. He took a swallow.  His flaccid
cock began to engorge slightly.

"When they are finished with you, we will continue on our way.
When we reach my villa, this is what you will see. It is like most
other villas, except for a special room that I have prepared to
entertain slaves such as you." The boy's cock continued to grow
more firm.

"There is a table fixed with restraints so that I can stretch my
guests.  There are whipping posts, and there is a special framework
from which I can suspend an unruly slave." Clearly the boy saw
every part of the image I was creating, and even more that he was
adding from his own imagination, for his cock was nearly fully hard
and beginning to ooze precum.

The other diners were silent, watching the boy's reactions, and
seeing the image created in their own minds.

"When we arrive, I will have my slaves take you and wash you.  You
will be oiled and perfumed and then brought into that special room.
You will be taken to the framework, your wrists bound together, and
raised over your head, and you will be raised until your feet hang
free, suspended, naked, waiting for whatever torture I wish to
visit upon you."
The youth's precum was now oozing continuously, his breaths coming
in quick intakes as his excitement grew.  His eyes remained closed.

"I will order my slaves to spread your legs and bind them wide
apart so that I may use your cock and balls freely. What will I do
to you Volax? Hmmm." I paused. "First I will mark you as my slave
by having rings inserted through your nipples and through the
frenum on your cock. Feel it Volax as my slaves first thrust a
silver needle through your flesh to be followed by golden rings.
Feel the needle enter the tender skin underneath the head of your
penis. Feel the first prick and then the  slow, excruciating
puncture." I stopped as the boy took a sharp breath. Though his
cock bobbed with excitement, it was not quite ready to give up his
juice.

"Once ringed, Volax, I will join those rings with a leather cord
from nipple to nipple and down to your cock. I will tighten up on
that cord until your cock is pulled upwards towards your chest as
far as it will go without tearing out the ring. The rings in your
nipples will be pulled downward. A triangle of pain will be
created. Feel it Volax." I stopped again, watching the boy's
reaction.  I could almost hear his heart beating faster and faster
with his mounting excitement.  His balls were even quivering with
excitement.

"My marking will not be complete though, Volax. You are ringed, but
unmarked. But, with your cock pulled upward and out of the way,
your tender nuts will be open to me. I clap my hands and a slave
withdraws a tiny brand from the fire. I take your nuts in my hand
and apply the brand to first one and then the other testicle. Feel
it Volax, smell the burning flesh as each of your balls is marked
with my signet."

"Ugggghhhg" the boy gave up a guttural moan, his cock waved upward
and spurt after spurt of thick cum spattered my toga. This last
image had served to drive him past control, he had given himself
up to the image I created.

There was no cheering, only silence as I turned to Marcus and the
other guests. Marcus shook his head and smiled.

"Well Belorus, you have won. The wagers are yours."

I smiled, "No Marcus, keep them, and give me the boy. I mean to
make real the image I just created."

"He is yours" Marcus answered.

I turned and looked up at the blond youth. His eyes were opened,
his mouth was quivering slightly. I smiled up at him, for a moment
his eyes stared into mine. Then, as though to acknowledge my
control, he cast his look downward, in submission.

"Yes Volax" I spoke softly, "now you will know real torture."

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