Gay Erotic Stories

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?

After enduring several minutes of ass torture, Diego lost his erection. The cock finally shriveled, a string of precum hanging from the foreskin. As Diego's body swayed, the cock was rocked about until the precum string snapped. Sobbing unintelligibly, he no longer had the energy to yelp. The surface of his ass turned completely raw. Even a soft touch could make Diego groan. Sniveling, Diego begged for mercy. To his surprise, Aulus suddenly stopped hitting his ass buns.

"This barbarian is tough. Damn! My arm is cramped," Aulus cursed, flexing his biceps.

Spanking was quite exhaustive, taking a lot of energy. Perspiration dripping from his dampened tunic, Aulus was sweating like a pig. Without asking for Cassius' permission, the centurion immediately tugged off his leather armor and let it drop to the floor. Grumbling about how sweaty he was, he stripped off his tunic. Having nothing to be embarrassed about his hefty body, he exposed his torso. The only thing that he wore was a loincloth wrapped around his crotch. "Even my loincloth is wet," he murmured.

Without showing any embarrassment, Aulus wrung the front part of his loincloth. Little amount of sweat trickled down from the wrung fabric. The liquid dripped onto the stone floor. Afterward, using his callused palms, he wiped off the sweat from his naked torso. His muscles flexed magnificently as his arms worked. Beside drying his body, he also disheveled his short hair which was dampened by excessive perspiration. Aulus then turned to Marcus who only wore a worn-out tunic.

"It's your turn now," Aulus said, deliberately pushing Diego's body.

As Diego spun around, Marcus took over the interrogation. The tall centurion couldn't conceal his eagerness as he steadied Diego's body. When his bare fingers touched Diego's warm skin and kneaded his flesh, Marcus couldn’t help getting erect. A throbbing bulge formed obscenely on the lower part of his tunic. Apparently, he didn't wear any underwear at that moment.

"What happened to your cock? I thought you enjoyed being naked in front of us?" Marcus asked, mocking Diego's flaccid dick.

"Maybe I spanked him too hard. Somehow, his cock is injured," Aulus chimed in, laughing at his own joke.

Knowing that Diego couldn’t resist the sexual advance of another man, Marcus deliberately ran his hand across Diego's naked skin. The fingers roamed the bubble ass cheeks, giving them some squeezes. However, what Marcus did brought much pain. Diego squirmed as he sobbed. Still burning after being spanked, his ass was very sensitive to the touch. Marcus knew it and, of course, he didn't care.

"Your ass is nice. It's quite supple and I love squeezing it," Marcus said, licking his upper lip.

"Please don't squeeze it," Diego sobbed. "It hurts."

"Well, that's the point of torture. You're lucky we don't bring out the whip. It will be so unfortunate to let this sexy beautiful body of yours bleed."

Marcus turned Diego around, swinging Diego's body for a few seconds, until he faced Diego's limp dick. It had been weeks since Marcus fucked another guy. From the looks of his face, he was craving for it. Deliberately, Marcus brought his body close to Diego's until Diego's dick touched his upper torso. The centurion gasped as he felt how warm the meat was. Still damp, the tip of Diego's foreskin stained Marcus' tunic with some precum. Suddenly, Marcus was struck by a new idea of torture.

The stone floor of the dungeon was poorly constructed. Some of the tiles broke, exposing the earth beneath them. Several shoots of wild grass grew fertilely because no one ever bothered to clean the dungeon. Marcus walked up to a corner and squatted down. He picked up a shoot of long thick grass. With his nail, he made sure that its tip, the point where he separated the grass from its root, wasn't too sharp. Grinning wickedly, he approached the helpless Hispanic. For a moment, he took his time to appreciate the athletic contours of Diego's frame before introducing the grass shoot to him.

"Do you see what I'm holding? It's a shoot of grass." Not wanting Diego to realize what kind of torture awaited him, the centurion tickled Diego's body with the leafy part of the grass. "Do you believe me if I tell you that, with this grass, I can make you howl for mercy?"

Diego had no idea what kind of torture that Marcus had in mind. But, learning from his spanking experience, he tried not underestimate anything. Whimpering softly, he restrained himself from saying anything that might provoke the centurion. However, he did realize that no matter what he did, he was under their mercy.

Understanding what was going on, Cassius nodded silently as he admired Marcus' creativity. 'Marcus certainly knows how to sexually torture a man. I have no idea where he got his idea from. But I certainly would love to watch how he carries it out. This should be interestingly horny.'

Marcus grabbed Diego's dick and started tugging the limp meat. However, even after being stroked, the dick remained flaccid. "Come on. Get yourself an erection. Aren't you into having sex with men?"

"I can't," Diego whimpered, his entire body aching. The burning pain from the spanking had dulled his senses, creating a mental block which stopped him from enjoying any sexual stimulation.

Marcus looked quite annoyed because his method of torture required the erection of his victim. The centurion tried to stimulate Diego's hanging balls by massaging them but it didn't work. Not giving up easily, Marcus continued to stroke the shriveled dick. He paid special attention to the foreskin, by pulling it backward as far as it could reach. Diego's slimy dick head was exposed completely. Later, Marcus pulled the foreskin forward, thus hiding the dick head. In the process, he managed to wring out a tiny drop of precum which was trapped under the foreskin. However, Diego's dick didn't respond well. Finally, Marcus did the unthinkable.

"Marcus, what are you doing?" Aulus exclaimed, not believing what he saw. "That's so gross!"

His mouth opened, Marcus suddenly put Diego's dick into his oral orifice. As soon as the dick touched his tongue, he closed his lips and sealed the dick inside. One hand holding the hairy base of Diego's dick, Marcus milked the limp meat. When the foreskin was pulled back, it exposed the vulnerable cock head. Showing no hesitation, Marcus licked the head. At first, he did it slowly, because he needed to know whether it worked or not. To his expectation, not long afterward, Diego's dick began to show a positive response. Filling the space inside Marcus' mouth, it lengthened and hardened.

"No! I'm getting hard!" Diego groaned, feeling as if he was being sexually violated.

Despite the fact that Diego was a gay man, he believed in total monogamy. To him, the only man worth having sex with was his boyfriend. Thus, Diego didn't enjoy being sucked by another man. It was equal to sexual harassment. However, what annoyed Diego the most was the fact that he actually liked it! Pleasure and guilt fought fiercely to gain domination in Diego's mind. Like most men, the Hispanic man finally succumbed to the sexual temptation. Groaning with much pleasure, he gradually gave himself up to the ecstasy given by another man's mouth.

Yeah, that's it. Get hard for me, you sexy barbarian, Marcus thought, looking up to view Diego's facial expression.

From the way he maneuvered his tongue, it was obvious that Marcus was an expert in giving men a blowjob. Keeping his sexual life private, Marcus never told anyone about his infatuation towards men. Even his close friend, Aulus, had no idea that Marcus enjoyed sucking cocks.

No wonder Marcus is always excited whenever he gets the chance to sexually humiliate male prisoners, Aulus thought, finally understanding the missing piece. I mean, sex is indeed pleasurable. But a Roman man isn't supposed to suck dicks, especially the one that belongs to a barbarian like Diego. It's just wrong.

Aulus was a fine example of a typical Roman man. To him, fucking with men was legal as long as he was the penetrator and the man he fucked was a slave or a barbarian. It was considered shameful when a Roman man allowed himself to assume the passive role. Hence, Aulus was disgusted when he witnessed Marcus' depravity. Although he might not share the same idea about sex, he was quite intrigued to see how his friend handled Diego's thick cock.

No one would have guessed that a high-ranked general, like Cassius, secretly harbored insatiable homosexual desire. At one point, he shared Aulus' idea that he himself had to be the penetrator at all times. Yet, unlike Aulus, the general believed that even a male Roman citizen could be sodomized. Cassius was quite delighted to see Marcus' oral performance although he initially didn't expect Marcus to display such sexual perversion blatantly. At least, Cassius now knew that Marcus was available for some man-to-man action.

"Ah!" Diego whimpered, helpless to fight off the pleasure. The muscles around his crotch flexed as Marcus' tongue tickled the sensitive cock head. The chains rattled as Diego bucked and writhed. Waves of pleasure invaded and took control over his body. At then, the pain on Diego's raw ass turned numb. It was still there yet it was drown by the sheer bliss. Still moaning, Diego couldn’t help comparing between the blowjob he received from his boyfriend and from Marcus.

Fuck! I hate to admit it but this centurion really knows how to please my cock. It's as if his tongue knew all the erogenous spots on my cock. My boyfriend can't suck cock as well as Marcus does. Oh! I can't stop getting horny. If he keeps sucking me, I will surely cum.

Carried away, Marcus almost forgot what his original intention was. Shit! The handsome barbarian's cock tastes so good that I can't stop sucking it. I love to taste his precum. It's a bit salty but its taste is rather different from all the cocks I've sucked. I can't find the right word to describe it. It'll be quite unfortunate if this sexy man ends up dead in our dungeon. I have to force him to talk but I'll make sure that I won't damage his body.

"Oh yeah! Suck my cock. Don't stop," Diego slurred, no longer thinking that he was being raped.

"Alright, you're hard now," Marcus said, pulling away from Diego's pulsating manhood. A long strand of precum, stretched between Marcus' mouth and Diego's cock slit, snapped. "I give you one last chance to confess."

Just as the blowjob stopped, Diego was taken back to reality. "I told you already but you don't believe me," Diego replied, bracing himself for a new kind of unpredictable torture.

Before carrying out the torture, Marcus turned to General Cassius for approval. When he received an affirmative nod, he held Diego's hardening dick in his right hand. Still holding a shoot of grass in his left hand, Marcus squeezed the male member to make sure that it stayed hard. The man meat pulsated, begging to be stroked. Slowly, Marcus peeled back the foreskin and brought the cock head out. As it throbbed, a pearly drop of precum exuded from the slit. Diego's soft moan echoed, clearly enjoying Marcus' manly touch. The centurion took a moment to admire the perfect shape of Diego's cock head. Knowing how sensitive the cock was, Marcus thumbed the dripping cock slit. Gingerly, the thumb circled the slick slit menacingly. It then pushed itself down against the slightly parted opening.

Closing his eyes, Diego whimpered. His dick was quite sensitive to the touch. Marcus' thumb made Diego tremble, the pleasure quite overwhelming. However, he did know that the pleasure wouldn't last because he was there to be tortured. Nervously, Diego looked down, trying to anticipate the impending pain. He then watched in horror as Marcus brought the grass to his cock slit.

"No! What are you doing? Stop it!" Diego protested, instinctively struggling to save his dick.

However, Marcus had already anticipated it. He squeezed Diego's cock head so hard that it turned purplish. At the same time, Diego's fearful groan resounded through the walls of the dungeon. Marcus then pulled the manhood towards him, thus jerking Diego's body. For a moment, the centurion let Diego thrash and writhe, waiting until the Hispanic man exhausted himself. The trick worked. After several minutes of desperate struggle, Diego finally had no more energy to fight. Marcus grinned to himself as he watched Diego draw in some breaths rapidly without giving any resistance.

"I don't want to hurt you. But if you move your body when I push this shoot of grass into your cock slit, you'll only hurt yourself more. Trust me," Marcus said.

"No, please don't," Diego pleaded, sweating profusely. "Ah!"

The moment when the end of grass touched his cock slit, Diego began to yelp. It didn't hurt actually, at first, but he was overpowered by horrific terror. His mind went numb as he felt the grass crept in slowly. Fortunately, the cock slit was flooded with precum. The liquid helped ease the friction. Diego tried his best not to move, his entire body trembling. At the same time, he had to maintain the uncomfortable position as his lower body was pulled towards the centurion. The chains bit deeper into Diego's wrists. Diego's body was stretched painfully. Some of his pubic hair, tangling Marcus' fingers, was pulled accidentally.

Standing not far, Aulus craned his head over to get a better view. He couldn't blink as he watched the grass inch deeper into Diego's dick. Coupled with Diego's wail, the sexual torture kept Aulus' cock hard. The shirtless centurion sported a dampened bulge in his loincloth. Under the watchful eyes of Cassius, Aulus stroked his penis through the thin fabric. The outline of his hard dick was clearly seen. His mind seized by lust, Aulus no longer cared about his superior. In fact, he came to realize that Cassius actually enjoyed the sexual perversion taking place in the room.

Diego continued to cry out as his dick was being violated. "Ah! Pull it out! Please! Ah, it hurts!" His scream echoed, bouncing from wall to wall.

Yet, Marcus continued to push the stalk in until it could be pushed no more. His hands were slightly shuddering, afraid of damaging the most perfect cock he'd ever seen. Out of mercy, Marcus let Diego adapt to the penile invader. To Marcus' amazement, the dick in his hand was still hard. It was quite intriguing because usually pain would immediately turn a man off.

'This barbarian’s dick stays hard even after it endured some terrible pain. I wonder why. Is it possible that he takes great pleasure in being sexually tortured?' Marcus thought, paying a close attention to Diego's stuffed cock slit.

Afraid to move his limbs, Diego exerted his muscles to maintain his position. He winced owing to the pain radiating from his abused dick slit and from the hard grip of Marcus' hand. The sensation was indescribable, both painful yet pleasurable. Breathing in and out, his broad pecs were heaving nervously. Not knowing how Marcus would proceed, Diego repeatedly told himself to be strong. In Marcus' grip, Diego's dick throbbed with the same intensity as before. Apparently, the pain didn't stop it from enjoying itself.

"Look at that," Aulus commented, his eyes fixed to the glistening glans. "Let me do the torture."

"No!" Marcus quickly snapped, knowing that Aulus would definitely turn Diego's cock into a pulpy meat. "This is my torture. So, let me finish it in my own way."

Aulus was surprised, not expecting his friend to defend a barbarian so vehemently. "Alright, don't be so touchy."

Suddenly, Marcus released Diego's dick. It happened quite suddenly. Inevitably, Diego's body swung back and forth, out of control, like a pendulum. The Hispanic man moaned, his head reeling. For several seconds, he forgot about the ordeal that his cock endured. His body swung and spun until the chains released all of its tension.

"Please, have mercy," Diego sobbed, terrified. "I'm telling you the truth."

Tired of listening to Diego's pleas, Marcus steadied Diego's body and stopped it from spinning. Then, he reclaimed Diego's dick, clutching the shaft. As he did so, the blood circulation was cut off and pooled around the dick head. Thus, the cock head turned darker and the veins around Diego's cock shaft also bulged up. Marcus smiled as he heard Diego's wince. Carefully, Marcus took the grass with his fingers and pulled it out ever so slowly. At the same time, a louder growl of pain erupted.

"Ah! Stop it, please! My cock hurts! Ah, no! Stop!" Diego cried, his entire body tensing up.

Marcus knew exactly how hurtful it could be, even though he did it very slowly. The tender interiors of a man's urethra simply couldn’t handle frictions, unless much lubrication was added. As the grass withdrew, it scooped out some precum out. The slow process seemed to take forever, accompanied by Diego's groans, until the entire grass shoot was pulled out. The stem was covered in a thick layer of precum. Not seeing any trace of blood, Marcus was quite glad. The centurion looked up and saw the relief on Diego's sweaty tired face.

Damn! I think I might have fallen for this handsome barbarian. I love the way he winces and groans, very sexy. I imagine him doing them as I fuck his tight ass, Marcus mused, his own cock leaking much precum.

Trickles of sweat dripped down from Marcus' body and dampened his tunic. The temperature in the dungeon was indeed quite high, owing to the poor ventilation. With no hesitation, Marcus stripped off his tunic and stood before those men in his loincloth. Marcus certainly made no attempt to hide his prominent bulge which poked through his underwear.

"How do I look?" the centurion asked Diego.

Numb with aching pain, Diego forced himself to take a look at the handsome centurion before him. It wasn't difficult to get hard over Marcus because he was really good-looking. Diego's eyes trailed down Marcus' supple pecs and stopped at Marcus' precum-stained underwear. A dirty thought entered his mind as he imagined how big Marcus' fuck tool was. Trying to calm himself, Diego looked up and caught a meaningful gaze from Marcus' eyes. He had no idea why but Marcus' glance was quite soothing despite the fact that Marcus was an interrogator.

"You look fine," Diego replied, gritting his teeth. He had no idea why the centurion suddenly asked such an awkward question.

A short gasp escaped from Diego's lips as he felt a drop of liquid make its way out of his cock slit. However, the pain was almost unbearable, making Diego think that his dick was bleeding from the inside. But as he looked down, he saw no blood. The liquid that he felt earlier apparently was just another drop of precum. Diego sighed out his relief, relaxing his muscles.

Stepping closer, Marcus looked up and put his palm on Diego's heaving chest. His fingers trembled as they touched one of the sweaty pecs. When Marcus squeezed it, he could feel how ample the pec was. Diego's hardened nub brushed Marcus' callused palm, sending a rush of excitement across their bodies. Wishing the sensation could last longer, Marcus tightened his grip and pushed his hand down against the athletic pec. It was obvious that Marcus longed to fuck the handsome Hispanic man.

"What are you doing?" Aulus demanded, pushing Marcus aside. "You won't be able to extract any confession from him. You need to make him feel the pain." Rudely, Aulus grabbed the grass from Marcus' hand. "Let me show you how to torture."

"No!" Marcus exclaimed, trying to grab the grass back. He knew for sure that Diego would suffer under Aulus' interrogation.

"Marcus!" Cassius' authoritative voice boomed like a rumbling thunder. "Let Aulus interrogate the barbarian. This is an order."

"But..." Marcus argued, stuttering.

"Enough! Move over and let Aulus do the work," the general ordered, starting to get impatient.

Diego certainly understood the problem he was in. Fearing for the safety of his life, he gave Marcus a pleading look. He didn't say anything but his eyes begged Marcus to save him. Yet, to his disappointment, Marcus did nothing. The centurion silently stepped away and let Aulus replace him.

"Now, let's have some real fun," Aulus told Diego, a vicious grin framed his mouth.

However, Diego was too tired to respond. He simply closed his eyes, waiting nervously for a pang of pain to zap his body. Diego's shuddered as he felt Aulus' coarse palm encircled his dick. Automatically, Diego moaned as his foreskin was pulled back forcefully. His body jerked when Aulus' palm made contact with the sensitive dick head. Then, Diego felt the presence of the grass around his gaping cock slit. With a deafening cry of pain, Diego was helpless to defend himself. The stem of grass was rudely pushed in!

(to be continued to part 2)