A "directors cut" of one of my most popular stories, The Mightiest Balls in Rome, a tale about a ball busting gladiator who puts his nuts on the line each time he steps into the arena.

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The Mightiest Balls in Rome

Marcus was one of the most highly revered gladiators in Rome. Famed throughout the Empire, he'd claimed many balls within the arena, while his own majestic pair swung undefeated between his thick thighs. His muscular, tanned body was totally naked and glistened with sweat as he strode confidently into the warm bathhouse that adjoined the slaves’ quarters.

With a broad grin he walked proudly past the two eunuch slaves who dutifully held open the bath house doors. The two pale, plump men looked at him with envy, their eyes fixed on his swinging cock and pendulous bollocks. Marcus’ cock was eight inches long while soft, and it slapped against his thick leg with each step, the sound echoing in the stone chamber. His balls were the size of ripened lemons, freshly shaved and hanging low in the humid environment.

The steam of the bath house surrounded him as he entered, creeping around his ankles and muscular legs, washing over his rippling torso and bulging biceps. He strode naked to the edge of the marble pool and gazed down into the water, taking in his hazy reflection in the stillness below.

With a silent prayer, he thanked the gods for the prodigious manhood that swung between his tanned thighs. The long, thick cock and heavy, dangling balls that earned him the nickname, The Bull, a name chanted frequently while he fought nude in the wrestling pits and gladiatorial arenas of Rome.

He was shaken from his reverie by a feminine voice that called to him through the steam. He squinted through the torchlit gloom a moment before smiling as he recognised the magnificent, tanned hardbody of Valeria as she emerged from the depths of the baths. Water ran from her dark hair and over her muscular shoulders and arms. Each droplet ran over her firm breasts and erect nipples and down over her washboard stomach and thick bush, to trickle the length of her strong quads and bulging calves. Her olive skin was cross crossed with white scars, mementos of her brutal bouts in the arena.

‘Join me, Marcus.’ She smiled, ‘You must be tired after your latest victory.’

Marcus nodded, staring openly at her taut muscles and firm, round breasts. His thick cock began to rise like the arm of a trebuchet, the helmet immediately gleaming with precum. He stepped slowly into the bath, sighing as the warm waters soothed his aching legs and splashed against his sensitive and freshly shaven testicles.

‘Sheathe thy sword Marcus,’ Valeria laughed, splashing water over his hardening cock, ‘You know my mistress would have your balls if she caught you with me.’

Marcus smiled and grabbed her despite her warning, holding her body tight against him, the shining head of his member sliding between her firm thighs and pressing against her moistened bush.

‘Then keep thy lips sealed,’ he whispered, ‘what your mistress does not know shan't hurt her.’

Valeria giggled and moaned as Marcus slipped a hand behind her back, tracing a line down between her firm buttocks, his index finger massaging the tight bud of her asshole.

‘You are excited Marcus,’ Valeria moaned, relaxing her asshole so that his finger slipped inside. ‘I saw your victory in the arena. Poor Crixus wailed like a baby when you burst his balls with your warhammer.’

Marcus groaned and thrust against her as he relished the recent memory of Crixus’ testicles exploding beneath the gleaming head of his Warhammer, splattering their precious contents over the hot sands of the arena. The screams of adoration from the spectators had been deafening and Marcus had proudly displayed his intact manhood above the writhing heap of flesh below him.

‘It turns you on, doesn't it Marcus.’ Valeria whispered, ‘destroying the manhood of another while your fans chant your name?’

Marcus nodded and pushed her to her knees, his finger slipping from her trembling ass as she knelt in the shallow water. Dutifully she took the dripping head of his cock in her experienced mouth and began to suck eagerly, her head slipping up and down his throbbing length.

In her hands she took his mighty balls, so large, smooth and wet that she could barely hold them in her grasp. As she sucked his cock she squeezed them firmly, making him moan like an animal.

‘Yes Marcus,’ she whispered, pulling her lips from his cock long enough to speak, ‘These are the mightiest balls in Rome are they not? The last thing many a gladiator has seen before their own manhoods are crushed or cut from them.’ She squeezed again, her strong fingers compressing his swollen orbs, ‘Balls without rival, the envy of any man who lays eyes on them, and an object of lust for any woman who gazes at them.’

Marcus moaned and trembled, Valeria's talented hands bringing his swollen balls to the tantalizing border between pleasure and pain, as she had done so many times before.

‘My balls,’ he groaned, his face twisting with eutrophia.

‘Yes Marcus,’ Valeria moaned, ‘Your mighty balls, the greatest in Rome!’ She squeezed tighter, rubbing the heavy orbs together in his smooth sack, ‘give me your seed. Show me what godlike load these balls can deliver!’

Marcus groaned, feeling his orgasm rising, his swollen balls churning with hot cum, his trembling cock twitching and dancing as it swayed hypnotically before Valeria's hungry mouth.

She squeezed again, threatening to crack his heaving orbs as he reached his climax.

With a primal cry his cock erupted with rope after rope of creamy jizz, splattering the face and tanned breasts of Valeria. She giggled and squeezed his balls harder, milking him like a barnyard beast as he screamed above her, his orgasm seemingly never ending.

Eventually his cock gave it's final throb and began to soften. She gave his balls a final gentle squeeze and released him, letting him slip into the water like a happy corpse. His calloused hands went to his crotch, clutching his aching balls as he floated in post orgasmic bliss. He smiled and groaned as he floated in the warm waters of the bath.

Minutes passed before they rose from the waters together, their impressive bodies entwined as he kissed her goodbye. Their tanned flesh pressed together before he finally released her, smiling as he watched her step back. He saw her mouth open in surprise before she began to drop to her knees in a display of submission. There must be someone behind them!

Smack!

There was a sudden pain between his legs, a savage ache that stopped his world. Slowly he looked down to see a petite, feminine foot, clad in a fine leather sandal, buried in his tender ballsack. The feeling was unbearable, a brutal kick delivered only moments after his ball busting orgasm at the hands of Valeria.

He groaned as the toes wiggled briefly, further torturing his aching manhood, before it withdrew, allowing him to sink defeated to his knees.

He looked up to see a beautiful Roman noblewoman with curling red locks of hair and pale, flawless skin, standing beside Valeria, who had also dropped to her knees in abject submission. The woman was beautiful, tall and curvaceous, with large pink nipples that stood proud atop low hanging breasts.

‘How dare you?’ She asked haughtily, looking down at him as he clutched his balls before her. ‘My name is Claudia, and that is my slave whom you have just spilled your seed upon.’

‘My apologies mistress,’ Marcus croaked, raising his hands in supplication as he sought her forgiveness. The gesture was a mistake. He watched as she snapped her foot forward, smashing his bruised orbs with ruthless abandon. Her ample breasts swung wildly with the effort, no measure of regard for his survival as a man. The sight of her buxom body juggling filled his mind with lust while her dainty foot filled his aching balls with agony.

Marcus clutched at his brutalized balls and curled into a ball, his naked, muscular body trembling as he looked up at her. She stood over him, legs spread, hands on her hips as she leaned over his fetal body. He craned his neck to take in the view, his hands cupped around his churning nuggets. Between her plump thighs and beneath her heavy, hanging breasts, he could see her pussy begin to glisten with arousal.

‘Your punishment shall be severe, Gladiator,’ Claudia spat down at him, ‘severe indeed...’