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"Ah!" Diego cried as loudly as he could. The pain forced his body to jerk but he tried hard to hang still. A slight movement might cause his dick to suffer unthinkably bloody injury. The excruciating pain snapped his eyes open, almost bulging out. Sweat drops, as large as corn seeds, dripping down his naked body. The pain was truly unbearable and much worse, wrecking every nerve in his body.

Aulus certainly felt no mercy towards Diego. To him, the barbarian was nothing but a worthless man whose destiny was to become a Roman man's slave. The fact that Diego liked men sexually added a certain excitement. Deliberately, the centurion shook the grass that poked Diego's dick. It immediately made Diego produce a roar of pain. Aulus was definitely aroused to see Diego's sexual ordeal.

"Yeah, cry for me. Groan as loudly as you can. You turn me on!" Aulus mocked, pushing the long grass in until it hit something.

"Stop it, please! Ah! You're killing me!" Diego cried, his body trembling beyond control.

"No, I won't stop. I'm gonna fuck your pee hole and make you cum," Aulus wickedly said, bringing his face closer to the abused cock slit to get a better look.

As Aulus stared at the cock in close distance, he got an unobstructed view of the piss slit being stretched open by the thick grass stem. Around the slit, the flesh swelled a bit as the result of the friction. Precum lubricated the path, making it easier for the grass to worm its way in and out. Aulus amused himself as he slowly rotated the grass stem to watch how Diego's dick slit handled it. However, every time he moved the grass, no matter how slightly, he brought much pain to Diego.

"No! Oh, my cock!" Diego whimpered, tears of pain flowing down his cheeks.

"Keep groaning. You really turn me on," Aulus responded, his dick leaking profusely.

Meanwhile, Marcus was torn between guilt and lust. He admitted, he was aroused to see the naked Hispanic man groan and flex. But, at the same time, he couldn't stand watching Diego being tortured without mercy. To Marcus, sexual torture was only arousing as long as the man he tortured didn't bleed. Usually, whenever he tortured a male prisoner, he substituted the lethal punishment with forced anal penetration. Awkwardly, Marcus tried to look away but he stayed hard.

Just by observing Marcus' behavior, Cassius apparently knew what was going on in Marcus' head. 'It seems to me that Marcus has formed a bond with Diego. I won't be surprised if the reason is simply because of the barbarian’s handsomeness and athletic body. Even I wish to fuck that Hispanic man. But I can't let Marcus get distracted. I have to do something.' The general then summoned the shirtless centurion to stand before him.

"Yes, General?" Marcus asked, paying his respect.

"I need you to do something for me," Cassius spoke, getting up from the chair. "Help me take off my armor."

"Alright," Marcus replied. Obediently, he carefully stripped the metal armor off Cassius' body. The armor was rather heavy. Marcus' biceps flexed as he handled the armor with care. Just as Marcus turned around to place the armor on the floor, he felt someone grope his ass. He didn't have to turn around to see who did it. However, he suddenly became rather nervous because he never thought his superior was into man-to-man sex with other military men. For a second, Marcus froze, not knowing how to proceed. The hand continued to roam loincloth-wrapped ass; it even squeezed the ass cheek.

"Do you like it when another man touches your ass like this, Marcus?" Cassius asked without any reservation.

"Yes, General," Marcus replied, finally giving in to the temptation. The centurion then turned around and displayed his sweaty torso.

"Take my tunic off," the general ordered, raising his arms up.

As soon as he was told, Marcus immediately obliged. His hands were rather shaky, out of both nervousness and excitement, when they undid the belt. The belt dropped with a faint thud. Next, Marcus bent over to grasp the lower end of the tunic. Cassius' callused palms rested on Marcus' broad back, massaging it. But Marcus continued to do what he was told. Standing up, he pulled the tunic up and over Cassius' head. At that precise moment, Cassius' naked hairy torso was exposed. Apparently, Marcus couldn't hide his horny reaction. The centurion placed the general's tunic on top of the armor to avoid it from being dirty. Again, he felt Cassius' hands on his body. But this time, the hands directed him to face the general. There was a moment of awkwardness. Two men of different ranks stood facing each other. Both were shirtless, only loincloths covering their genitals. And both knew that they wanted each other.

Cassius was not a bad-looking man, although he wasn't exactly considered as a handsome daddy. The bad habit of eating had some effects on his body, such as the accumulation of body fat here and there. However, his athletic frame still existed, underneath the layers of fat. Like most men of his age, Cassius had love handles around the waist. Some of the body fat also made its way into Cassius' pecs, making them look thicker and more squeezable at the same time. The broad pecs rose and fell with each breath that Cassius took, as if beckoning Marcus to grab them.

"So what are you waiting for, centurion? Worship my body," Cassius ordered, extending his arms in a welcoming gesture.

I can't believe that it's really happening. I did fantasize about having sex with the general a few times. He is not exactly what I call a handsome man, but there's something sexy about him. General Cassius is the ultimate epitome of manliness, Marcus thought, surrendering himself to the general.

Without being told twice, Marcus quickly threw himself into Cassius' arms. Compared to the general's burly body, Marcus' athletic body was leaner. The general's big arms held Marcus' shirtless body securely. The two men kissed each other passionately, tongues boring into each other's mouths. There was certainly much passion between them, finally released.

Cassius' blunt nails dug into the flesh of Marcus' meaty back, leaving some minor scratching marks. The fingers greedily groped every inch of the centurion's bare body. Cassius' naked pecs were pressed hard against Marcus', as if they fought to win the title the best pecs of the year. Grinding their bodies together, their nipples immediately hardened and begged for some attention. Cassius wedged a hand between their bodies to get his fingers on one of Marcus' pebbled nipples. The general couldn't help moaning as a rush of excitement flooded his nerves.

"Your nipple is hard. I like fingering it," Cassius commented with his hoarse voice.

"Touch me, General. Play with my nipples," the horny centurion replied. Proudly, he shoved his other nipple forward, offering it to the sex-crazed general.

Gladly, the general rubbed the offered nipple, however it was not enough. He later used both hands to play with Marcus' erect nipples. While fingering those pert objects, he planted a wet kiss on Marcus' lips. He also shoved his crotch towards Marcus' and felt their erection bump into each other. Cassius fully realized that he had defied the military ethics by having sex with a fellow Roman soldier. Nevertheless, he was powerless to deny his sexual needs. Thus, he wouldn't let any stupid rules stop him from satisfying his biological needs.

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Despite Diego's loud cries, Aulus wasn't deaf to what Cassius and Marcus were doing. Their moans of passion surpassed Diego's groans of pain. For a while, Aulus stopped to watch the obscene display of lust. It was very intriguing to see his superior molest a fellow military officer. Aulus gasped, realizing how horny he was. Although he didn't agree the way Marcus willingly assumed the submissive role, he couldn't help thinking how sexy it was to see two macho military men sharing their lust.

Fuck! The general and Marcus are making out in front of me without any hesitation. I'm sure they do it on purpose, to incite me into joining them. Well, I'm horny but I have no one to fuck. Damn! I can't even find any men or women who would willingly take my big cock up their fuck holes.' But then, he turned to the sobbing Hispanic. 'Wait a minute. I do have someone to fuck. I'm gonna make him feel the masculinity of a Roman man. But first, I have to finish the torture first. If he still doesn't want to talk, I'm gonna introduce my big cock to his ass. Oh yeah, I'm gonna hurt him.

"Ah! It hurts! Have mercy, ah!" Diego cried, his voice turning hoarse after screaming too much.

"You can cry all you want. I won't stop, not until you confess or until you cum." Aulus actually preferred the latter option, because it gave him excuse to continue the torture using his unusually thick cock.

"No! Ah!" Diego's face was contorted in indescribable suffering. Constant pain invaded his dick slit, in and out. However, despite everything that he went through, he still sported an erection. It was as if his cock challenged Aulus to keep fucking its slit. Exposed and sweaty, Diego's pecs contracted as his body bore the flushes of pain which flooded its entire nerves. His abdominal muscles were also seen flexing, rippling across the flat stomach. Sweat continued to trickle down onto the stone floor, flowing down Diego's muscular contours.

Making a man cum by fucking his slit was hard. Even though an orgasm was achieved, it needed a long time. Aulus simply couldn't wait anymore; he had to fuck. Thus, the centurion decided to throw in an extra help. Rudely, he banded his right hand around Diego's hard dick. It was kind of slimy but Aulus managed to get a hold. Diego groaned but Aulus didn't care. He knew Diego was in pain and he enjoyed seeing the Hispanic man fought to overcome it. The centurion then started to jerk Diego's manhood.

"Fuck! Oh!" Diego screamed, not knowing whether it was pain or pleasure. Both sensations mixed together and created something that he never felt. When he looked down, he saw Aulus pulling his foreskin back and forth. Sometimes, when the foreskin covered the glans, it accidentally touched the poking grass and a jolt of pain would surge down his body. For several minutes, Diego tried to adapt. His entire muscles flexed repeatedly, aching for some release.

"Look at you. I know how much you enjoy this. You get hard when I fuck your pee slit. And you moan when I stroke your dick." Snickering, Aulus gave a mocking smirk. "Guess what? Since you're so eager to have sex with men, I'm gonna make you my bitch."

Diego froze when he heard the part about being Aulus' bitch. It posed as a big problem to Diego, even though he did like men, because he was a top. Never in his life did he try bottoming for other men. The thought of being fucked by a rough Roman centurion like Aulus sent cold shivers down his spine. Squirming, he pulled at the rattling chains. With a loud sigh, Diego pushed out a globule of precum. It was a painful process because the soft tissues in his urethra were irritated. Just as the liquid rolled out, it sent burning sensation all over the shaft. And Diego could only whimper, biting his lower lip hard.

"Nice," Aulus commented, watching the precum drip from the slit. When he pulled Diego's foreskin back, the cock was stretched slightly longer. The mushroom-shaped head was displayed without any obstruction to the view. Traces of precum glistened on the reddish sensitive surface. Aulus brought his head closer to the glans and sniffed it. The aroma was indeed quite arousing.

The grass continued to invade in and out, scooping out more precum in the process. The centurion applied several variations, from rotating the stem to increasing the penetration speed. And he did it all with his left hand. At the same time, his right hand continued to milk the cock shaft. Together, both hands managed to draw out a series of louder groans from Diego's quivering mouth. Aulus gave Diego a sinister smirk, watching how much precum Diego produced.

"Fuck! Oh!" Diego cried, noticing the increase of the pain. It felt like his cock was being split from inside out. Although he didn't understand why he kept precumming, he was glad that it happened. The precum acted as lubrication, protecting the cock from any inner damages caused by constant friction. It was quite effective, although failed to provide total protection. Some of the tender linings in the urethra chaffed. Although there was no blood trickling out, the pain was quite torturous.

"Shoot your cum. Come on, do it. You know, I won’t stop fucking your dick slit until you give me your cum. I want to see you shoot out your thick creamy cock juice."

Considering himself as a straight man, Aulus certainly wasn't into dicks. In fact, he was disgusted when he saw Marcus give Diego a blowjob. However, whenever another man came, Aulus could relate himself to the man's blissful climax. Thus, he was very eager to see Diego's dick drip almost incessantly. Aulus stroked the manhood faster, hoping to see the Hispanic man squirt his man milk all over the floor.

"Don’t hold back. Let your cock unleash its juice. Cum for me," Aulus kept encouraging his prisoner.

Amid the pain, pressure was building up inside Diego's hanging balls. In the heat of the dungeon, both balls were stretched downward. Drops of sweat dampened their wrinkled surface. Whenever Diego squirmed, no matter how slightly, the balls swayed. Diego knew that he had to cum although under tremendous torture. Although he hated to admit it, the pain radiating from his dick slit kept his cock hard.

"Oh!" A guttural cry resounded. Diego's dick sent waves of pleasure, washing down his body. The searing pain and the firm stroking merged together, combining into a new kind of sensation. At the same time, Diego's breathing rhythm became faster and deeper. His broad pecs were heaving up and down, jiggling slightly owing to their weight. The signs were unmistakable. Diego was on the brink of an ejaculation!

"You're cumming, right? I know you are. I can see all the physical signs on your body. What are you waiting for? Spill it now. Shoot your cum. Do it now!" "Damn! I'm cumming!" Diego cried.

Almost at the precise moment, Aulus pushed the grass deep into the swollen dick slit. And he also squeezed the shaft hard, as if he tried to break it apart. Fortunately, the tip had been unsharpened by Marcus, thus it posed no serious threat. Yet, the pain it caused was still immense, jerking Diego's chained body. A second later, The Hispanic stud finally released his precious cock juice with a roaring cry!

"Ah! Here I come!" And soon afterward, the pressure inside Diego's balls reached its critical limit and exploded. Hot creamy cum was pushed out in the speed of a bullet through the piss slit. However, because the penile opening was blocked by the grass stem, the squirted cum had to squeeze through the narrow space. The result was incredibly horny. Diego's man milk shot out in thin yet powerful jets.

The first shot hit Aulus' hand which was holding the grass in place. The moment it splashed Aulus' hand, Aulus released his hand in shock. The cum landed on his skin felt scalding hot. "Shit!" he cursed, not expecting to be sprayed with a barbarian's cum. Even though Aulus immediately moved away, he still couldn't escape the second shot which stained one of his pecs. In fact, the cum hit Aulus' pert nipple and coated it. The gooey liquid then hung down from the edge of the protruding object. Another "Shit!" was heard, but Aulus didn't wipe the cum off.

"I'm cumming!" Diego yelped, his muscles flexing. "Fuck! Oh!"

Diego's orgasmic cries also grabbed the attention of Cassius and Marcus. Both men postponed their foreplay, only to observe Diego's orgasmic ordeal. As they watched, they couldn't stop groping each other's fine pecs. Their soft moans of desire were faintly heard, drown by Diego's louder groans.

What Diego felt was indescribable. The orgasm was really a new experience because it was triggered by pain. Panting, the naked man squirmed violently. Orgasmic convulsions took over his body. He succumbed to Aulus' stroking fist which mercilessly wrung out every drop of cum it could find. Diego's dick throbbed, cum gushing out with every pulse of the ejaculation. The force of the orgasm managed to push the stem out, about an inch or two. The rest of the shots splattered the floor below and discolored it, creating puddles here and there. Its ejaculatory intensity diminished over a few seconds, until it came to a perfect halt. Breathing hard, Diego recuperated. More sweat escaped from the body pores, bathing Diego's muscular naked frame. The stud looked quite exhausted, barely having any energy to struggle.

"Yeah, doesn't it feel good?" Aulus asked, watching the mess on the floor. "You've squirted a lot of cum. Look at your own mess."

Aulus' palm ran through Diego's sweaty skin, patting his body. Much sweat was wiped off. The centurion looked quite pleased as he felt Diego's muscular contours ripple under his touch. Diego's soft gasps were heard occasionally. When Aulus' hand reached the nipples, Diego flinched owing to their extreme sensitivity. His cock was jerked. Because of that, the remains of previous ejaculation flowed out and pushed the grass stem until the stem left the piss slit. Diego moaned with much relief.

"Now, it's time for you to meet my big dick. When I said big, I did mean it. There's no exaggeration. It's really big and thick." Aulus encircled Diego's hanging body, taking in the details of his body.

Fear crawled down Diego's spine. He had never bottomed for any man. Even though he never tried it, he knew how painful it could be especially for those who had never experienced it. The fear took over his mind, numbing the pain in his dick. Completely work out, Diego didn't resist when Aulus lowered down the chains. However, he didn't have the strength to stand up. Diego immediately fell on pecs with a loud thud, facing the floor. His arms were still chained to ensure his immobility. Wincing, he lay still on the dusty floor. Additional pain came from his swollen dick which was pressed hard between the floor and his stomach. The meat throbbed and exuded the last streamlet of cum.

"You're pathetic," Aulus mocked. To emphasize what he meant, the centurion put his sandaled foot on Diego's back and pressed it down. A weak groan was heard.