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SYNOPSIS: A mysterious Hispanic man, named Diego, showed up in front of Bassianus' - a Roman senator - house. Out of the blue, he claimed to know about Bassianus' plan to assassinate Emperor Constantine and offered his help. But Bassianus' centurions captured and tortured Diego, fearing that he was Constantine's spy. However, later, it was revealed that Diego even knew the future events, that Bassianus would be killed and that Constantine would turn Rome into a Christian empire. Who was Diego actually? Could he be a man from the future who was bent to change the course of history?

Ancient Rome, 316

"Stop right there. What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" barked a Roman soldier who guarded the entrance to a lavishly built house. "State your name and your purpose."

"I need to speak to senator Bassianus. Please, this is very important," a man in his mid-30 pleaded. His face was not clearly visible, concealed by a hood.

"And what's your name?" the soldier demanded.

"Fortes. Diego Fortes," he answered without thinking.

"Diego Fortes? What kind of name is that? You're not a Roman citizen, are you?" The soldier started to suspect the mysterious man.

"It doesn't matter. What matters is I know what senator Bassianus is planning. And I can help him."

"And what do you think the senator's plan is?" the soldier asked again, trying to confirm his suspicion.

"To kill Emperor Constantine," Diego blurted, hoping that it would get him inside.

"Really?" The soldier now had a legitimate reason to apprehend the stranger. "You're under arrest," he stated, immediately taking hold of the naive man.

The arrest was so swift that Diego had no time to defend himself. He did try to push the centurion but he was no match to a militarily trained man. Easily, the soldier pinned Diego's arms and shoved him down onto the ground. During the struggle, the soldier managed to rip the hood off, thus exposing Diego's face. Soon, the other soldiers came to help. Diego had zero chance of escaping. He was their prisoner now. Rudely, Diego was thrown into the dungeon. He kept yelling about how he would help Bassianus but was ignored by the soldiers. Poor Diego was forced to spend the night in the dingy cell.

*****

The next morning, Diego was awoken from his sleep. The sun shone in through a small rectangular opening on the wall which served as a window. Not long afterward, a centurion named Cassius came to visit Diego. From the looks of his uniform, it was clear that he had a much higher rank compared to the ones who captured Diego. Two high-ranked soldiers stepped in. One of them brought a wooden chair with him and placed it at the center of the room. The other soldier took Diego out of the confines and forced him to kneel before the chair. After doing their tasks, they stood by the door, guarding the entrance. Kneeling on the dirty stone floor, Diego silently watch Cassius sat in front of him. Silence hung in the air for a minute or two. Apparently, Cassius wanted to have a good look at his prisoner before interrogating him.

However, it was Diego who spoke first, "Please, let me see senator Bassianus."

"He's not here at the moment. For the time being, you can talk to me. I'm general Cassius Crastinus," Cassius said, his face showing no expression at all. "And those two centurions, behind you, are my loyal subordinates. The burly one over there is Aulus Galenus. And the tall one is Marcus Curius. Both are strong. And they like torturing people." Deliberately introducing his soldiers, the general tried to intimidate Diego. "So, tell me, barbarian. Who are you exactly?"

For a quick moment, Diego glanced up. His eyes met Cassius' stern eyes. Secretly, he thought to himself that Cassius was quite handsome for an older man. Judging from the centurion's graying hair, Diego reckoned that Cassius must have been in his mid-50. Looking away, Diego's eyes darted between the floor and Cassius' armor. Not familiar with Roman culture, he had no idea the front part of Roman armor was shaped like a naked muscular torso, complete with two hardened nipples. Weak against visual stimulation, Diego's dick immediately hardened. Fortunately, in kneeling position, he could easily hide his throbbing manhood.

Politely, Diego answered Cassius' question. "My name is Diego Fortes and I came from Hispania. I swear, I mean no harm. I came here to help senator Bassianus. I know he's planning to eliminate Emperor Constantine."

"And how did you know about that? Who told you?" Cassius leaned his body forward, bringing his face close to Diego's.

The question was unexpected. Stuttering, Diego tried to find a believable answer but he wasn't prepared for that. Diego stuttered, "I... I just knew it."

"Hmm... I sense that you're not telling me the truth," Cassius concluded, leaning his back on the chair.

Hoping to extract the truth out of Diego, the centurion gave a cue to his soldiers. At first, Diego wasn't aware what would happen. But as two sinister centurions came forward and grabbed his arms, Diego knew that he was in trouble.

"Tell me, from whom did you obtain that information?" Cassius demanded, his sound booming.

"Please listen to me. I'm not your enemy. We both hate the same man: Constantine. That wretched emperor had indirectly killed someone I loved." Diego almost wept as he spoke.

"How do I know that you're not working for Constantine? How do I know this is not a trap?" Cassius inquired, staring at Diego's face.

"Tell me what can I do to proof my sincere intention?" Diego asked, giving up on convincing the cynical general.

Upon hearing such sentence, Cassius smirked. "You can't. Don't take this personally but I never trust any barbarians, especially from Hispania." Turning to his centurions, the general ordered, "Strip him!"

Diego's face went pale immediately. He struggled for his freedom but he couldn't release his arms from the centurions' strong grip. Fear took over his mind because he had no idea what kind of torture awaited him. Each centurion only needed one hand to rip Diego's robe apart. The flimsy material couldn’t withstand sudden yanks. Ripping noises resounded through the dungeon as the robe turned into shreds. Diego's athletic chest, contracting hard, was exposed. Cassius gave Diego a sharp glance, taking in the details of Diego's bulging pecs. The general seemed quite intent on viewing Diego's tanned torso, never blinking. Helplessly, Diego stood there with his worn-out braies covering the genitals. Cassius' attention was distracted and fell on the tenting braies. However, before the centurions ripped Diego's drawers, Cassius lifted his hand and stopped them from doing so.

"What do we have here?" he asked rhetorically, pointing at the obscene bulge.

One of the centurions, named Marcus Curius, reached out a hand and blatantly squeezed Diego's erection in front of his superior. "The barbarian is having an erection," he commented, humiliating Diego.

Marcus just turned 30 a few months ago, a year younger than Diego. However, the centurion looked much older, owing to the stubble around his lower jaw. Physically, he was tall and athletic. Whenever he had the chance, he would expose his firm pecs to fellow soldiers. Despite his age, he already had a few strands of gray hair. Unlike most men, Marcus didn't have much hair on either his arms or legs. However, the lack of body hair didn't lessen his masculinity.

"Really? An erection?" Aulus Galenus, the other centurion, chimed in mockingly. He, too, felt Diego's crotch rudely.

Aulus was only two years younger than Marcus. Compared to Marcus, Aulus could be easily mistaken for a gladiator. Genetically, he inherited a large set of bones which served as a perfect template for his musculature. However, he wasn't as tall as Marcus. His pecs were broad, filled with a perfect mixture between muscles and some body fat. Whenever he took shower in the public bath, other men couldn't stop whispering to one another about his physical appearance. His physically strength was balanced by his insatiable sexual appetite. However, he could find no suitable woman to be his wife because none of them could keep up with his sexual drive. Thus, most of the time, Aulus was sexually frustrated.

Embarrassed, Diego felt his cheeks burn. However, he couldn't control his erection. It seemed that his cock had a mind of its own. Diego's cock responded to the squeezing by throbbing much harder. At one point, it even began to squirt out some precum. The sexual fluid dampened the front part of his braies. The wet stain spread as more precum oozed out from Diego's cock slit. Diego tried to hide his face because he couldn't stand being hard in front of three men. A part of him berated himself for being such a roue. While the other actually enjoyed the sexual attention given to him. An incoherent groan left Diego's mouth as Aulus began to stroke Diego's manhood through the thin fabric. His hands secured, the helpless Hispanic could only writhed and thrashed.

Cassius smirked, obviously looking down on Diego for not being a Roman. "You're getting hard? In front of us?"

Leaning forward, Cassius too placed his hand on Diego's bulging drawers. Chuckling, he leaned back after satisfying his curiosity. Cassius' fingers were dampened by the precum which slightly emanated a particular smell. Without any hesitation, Cassius brought the fingers to his nose. He then rubbed the thumb against the index finger close to the nostrils, as if by doing so he could wring out more aroma.

"I'm right. All barbarians are morally debauched. They were born to be slaves. And only male slaves who deserve to be fucked hard by Roman male citizens." Cassius' eyes glinting, the general was apparently horny. "Centurions, strip him!"

"No! Let me go!" Diego struggled furiously, defending his dignity.

"Don't fight us. You're just a slave," Marcus said, suddenly jerking the braies down.

Being made from thin fabric, the braies were half-ripped as they were jerked down. At the same time, Diego's throbbing manhood jutted out proudly. His droplets of precum splattered onto Marcus' hand. The Hispanic man was quite embarrassed because he had never shown his cock to any men, except to his boyfriend. Diego watched helplessly as Marcus ripped the torn braies apart. Nothing hiding his genitals, Diego was now stark naked. He no longer struggled because he felt there was point in doing so. The earlier struggled had left Diego breathless. The naked man was heaving for breath, his pecs rising and falling rapidly.

Marcus lewdly commented, "Look at that cock. Damn! It's quite big for a barbarian."

But Aulus quickly cut in, "You called that big? Then I guess you haven't seen mine. My cock is longer and thicker than the barbarian's."

When Cassius deliberately cleared his throat, both centurions immediately stopped talking. He gave out an order. "Aulus, chain him. Make sure he can't escape."

Minutes later, Diego stood there, completely immobilized. Both of his hands were chained, his body hanging a few inches from the floor. The chains rattled when Marcus pushed Diego's body. The Hispanic man moaned, overwhelmed with fear, humiliation, and uncertainty. Cold metal chains froze into his wrists, his arms aching. Suspended from the ceiling, Diego displayed his rather hairy armpits. His broad chest was somewhat flattened as it was stretched tautly. Diego's brown nipples hardened, challenging the beholders to rub them. Despite under mental pressure, Diego failed to get rid of his erection. Instead, his cock throbbed harder.

Repositioning his seat, Cassius straightened his back. "You're under my mercy now, barbarian. Tell me who told you about senator Bassianus' plan. Speak now or face the torture."

Almost crying, Diego repeated what he said earlier. "Please trust me. I'm not your enemy. I hate Constantine, too. I want to see him dead."

"Marcus, hoist him up. Make him talk," Cassius said, giving up on persuading Diego.

The centurion grinned as he pulled the chain with all his might. Whimpering, Diego was lifted a few inches higher, above the floor. Being a strong man, Marcus easily did the task. His muscles were bulging, almost tearing the sleeves of his shirt. However, his armor concealed the other muscular features. Beads of sweat soon dampened Marcus' body, somehow making him look very sexy. The chain continued to rattle until Diego's ass was level with Marcus' head. That way, it would be much easier for Marcus to do some depravities to Diego's ass. Clinking noises were heard when the centurion secured the end of the chain to a hook.

Bound and helpless, Diego winced. The weight of his body pulled him down, causing his wrists to ache. He told himself to stay calm if he ever wanted to finish his mission. Looking down, he was greeted by the erotic view of his own leaking cock. Silently, he cursed himself for getting horny in inappropriate situation. Not knowing what kind of torture he would have to endure, Diego closed his eyes and hoped for the best.

Aulus rounded the hanging figure a few times, sizing him up. "So Diego, you're overpowered by Roman masculinity, huh? Have you ever had any sex with men?"

"Yes," Diego answered truthfully, without realizing that he just made a fatal mistake.

Hearing the answer, Aulus and Marcus whispered to each other as they planned the most effective torture to break Diego down. Meanwhile, General Cassius just sat quietly, watching the scenes unfold. He gave total freedom to his men when it came to tortures. The only thing that Cassius care for was the end result. However, seeing Diego's obscene erection, Cassius knew that Diego would definitely undergo sexual torture.

This barbarian is not bad looking actually. In fact, he's the most handsome man I've ever laid my eyes on. I would love to turn him into my slave. That way, I could fuck his ass every day. Damn! He's got me quite horny. I'm pretty sure that Marcus and Aulus will make this barbarian undergo some nasty sexual tortures. After all, this man has provoked us first, by displaying erection shamelessly, Cassius thought, slipping a hand into his crotch.

Aulus whispered his nasty plan to his fellow centurion, "Listen. This barbarian is clearly into men. I think we should humiliate him sexually. He may enjoy it. But after we finish playing with him, he will never want to have sex with men, ever again."

Hearing such diabolical plan, Marcus giggled wickedly. "Whatever you have in mid, do it quickly. The general can't wait for you any longer. Look at him. He's secretly stroking his own cock!

Hanging helplessly, Diego's entire muscles grew taut. The weight of his body pulled him down, stretching him constantly. By instinct, he tried to shake his cuffed hands, but he ended up making a series of rattling sound. His manhood throbbed before those men's eyes as his body swayed about. Diego's face reddened, the heat of shame radiating from them. Not knowing what kinds of torture they would use invoked a great terror within him.

Fuck! My cock stays hard. The more I try to deflate it, the harder it becomes. Shit! Diego cursed.

"So, you really want us to torture you first?" Aulus asked, walking up to Diego. The centurion rounded Diego's chained body a few times, trying to intimidate him. "You're a filthy barbarian!" he barked, suddenly slapping Diego's bare ass.

Diego immediately yelped, not expecting any butt slap. It was quite hard and left a noticeable reddish mark on one of the ass cheeks. Trying not to whimper, he bit his lower lip. However, he soon received another spank. The chain rattled as Diego's body slowly spun around. However, Aulus was determined to make his ass raw. The centurion walked around and aimed his palm at Diego's ass. After a few spanks, Diego's ass turned bright red. No matter how hard Diego tried to suppress his emotion, he finally gave in. The adult man whimpered with abandon as his tears broke out.

Upon noticing his tears, Aulus then attacked him verbally. "What? You're crying? I guess that you're not a real man after all. You can't even bear the pain of spanking."

"Talk now. Or we'll keep spanking your ass," Marcus chimed in, standing closer to get a better view of Diego's face.

"I guess he wants more," Aulus commented, without waiting for Diego's response.

Again, a hard spank was delivered to Diego's already reddened ass. In slow motion, the supple ass cheeks rippled as Aulus' palm landed hard on the surface. The skin tingled painfully, after receiving multiple blows. Diego had no idea that ass spanking could be quite torturous. Other than the burning pain which roasted his ass, Diego also had to bear the intense humiliation. Not being able to withstand both, he sobbed uncontrollably. However, Diego wasn't sure how to convince the Roman that he's speaking the truth.

"Please don't spank my ass," Diego pleaded, tears trickling down his handsome features. "Enough. It hurts."

"Then, talk," Aulus leaned his armored body closer so that he could make out Diego's words.

"I told you," Diego sobbed, "I'm here to help you. Why don't you believe me?"

Getting tired of listening to the same boring confession, Aulus took a deep breath. Without saying a word, he spanked Diego's ass for the umpteenth time. An evil grin curled his lips as he continued to violently spank the bubble butt. Obviously, Aulus enjoyed doing it because his groin started to tighten. His hardening dick quickly pushed against the fabric of his subligaculum. Seeing naked muscular men wince was a great turn on for him. Whenever he got the chance to torture men, he usually stripped them off and started beating them senseless. Aulus' breath was erratic, his chest rising and falling with each rapid intake of air. Aroused by Diego's wails of pain, Aulus had to stop occasionally in order to reposition his erect cock.

Marcus didn't help; he just stood there and watched. Unlike Aulus who took great pleasure in seeing men writhe in pain, Marcus wasn't turned on by violence. However, he did take a fancy to handsome prisoners, especially the ones who had strong athletic bodies. And most of the time, Marcus raped those men simply because he couldn't restrain his lust. Noticing how handsome Diego was, Marcus felt the familiar tingling in his crotch. It only took a few seconds for his dick to become fully erect. Without any shame, Marcus blatantly cupped his crotch in front of the others.

Cassius smiled to himself, knowing that the interrogation would definitely turn into an all-male orgy. Watching Diego's hanging body jerk, Cassius shifted his seating position several times because his erection gave him a hard time. Quietly, he moaned out his lust as he slowly fondled the lower part of his body. He tried to do it subtly because he needed to maintain his rank, at least for the time being.

The dungeon was dominated by Diego's cries and the spanking sound. He tried his best to avoid Aulus' vicious palm but there was nothing that he could do. He simply jerked against the chain, hurting his own wrists in the process. Cold sweat, as the result of fear, flowed down Diego's face. His eyebrows and eyelashes were drenched, making it harder for him to see. From the corners of his eyes, he managed to spot Cassius fondle his crotch. When he spun around against his will, he got a blurred view of Marcus' taking off his leather armor.

Fuck! They're all aroused to see me hanging naked in chains, especially Aulus. The muscular centurion seems to take great pleasure in seeing me in pain. Fuck! He reminds me of the cursed inquisitors! They too had much sexual pleasure when they tortured my boyfriend. Ah! I can't take it anymore. I shouldn't have underestimated the spanking. It hurts like hell.