A "directors cut" of an older story I wrote. Now with even more obscene scenes of pleasure and pain!

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Marcus writhed at the pretty pale feet of the noblewoman Claudia, his tanned and muscular body curling into a tight ball. His strong hands groped weakly at his throbbing manhood as he mewled like a young kitten. The large, warm and smoothly shaved orbs between his slick palms pulsed and twitched after Claudia's brutal kicks.

He opened his eyes and gazed at Claudia's beautiful sandaled feet, which stood mere inches from his anguished face. As he did so, he could not shake the powerful feeling of humiliation which washed over him. Despite his bulging biceps and thick quads, his broad chest and skills as a gladiator, all it had taken was two swift kick by a soft fleshed noblewoman to reduce him to an emasculated heap on the bath house floor.

Marcus’ dark eyes roved across her pale flesh as he clutched at his busted stones, admiring her white pillowy thighs and her large doughy breasts with their huge, pink nipples. Her face was beautiful, her bright eyes framed by curling locks of red hair. As he craned his neck, he saw that Valeria was back on her feet, her olive skin glistening with water from the baths, which dripped from her taut limbs and firm bosom.

Marcus’ unbridled lust for the gladiatrix had landed him in his current predicament. He should have known he wouldn't get away with their coupling, should have known that her mistress would have punished him so readily upon their discovery together in the bath house.

Valeria was now flanked by a pair of large men, Claudia's personal guards no doubt. Each man was tall and pale, with cruel faces and burly arms. Both wore nothing but thick leather belts, on which hung sheathed swords, which Marcus assumed would be honest to a razor's edge. Unlike their swords however, their cocks were blunt and shriveled, due to smooth flaps which hung behind them, their empty scrotums. Eunuchs, Marcus realized. How pathetic. Even in his current state, brought low by the pain in his balls, he still recognised his superiority to those sad men who could no longer feel his pain. He spat at their feet.

Looking back to Claudia, Marcus was struck by the thought that she was the opposite of his beloved Valeria in every way. Her pale and flawless skin contrasted with Valeria's scarred, tanned flesh. Where Claudia's breasts were huge and hung low over a soft stomach, Valeria's were high and firm, jutting above a washboard stomach. Yet still, seeing the two women, slave and mistress, stand side by side above him, Marcus knew they represented the breadth of beauty of the female form and a humble reality; any woman, hard or soft, skilled or unskilled, could destroy the mightiest man in mere moments if they only went after his most vulnerable organs, the balls which hung free and defenseless between their thighs. Despite his pain, his huge cock throbbed with arousal at the sight of the two beautiful women.

‘Move your hands.’ Claudia ordered, her voice cutting through Marcus’ thoughts like a whip. Conditioned by a life of service, he complied, lifting his trembling hands to reveal his swollen sack and equally swollen member. Despite the condition of his battered balls, it was clear they were still intact.

‘A truly impressive pair, Gladiator!’ Claudia murmured sultrily, ‘I’ve shattered the manhoods of many slaves with just one of my kicks, much never mind two. These truly may be the mightiest balls in Rome, as the rumors suggest.’

Claudia knelt and gripped Marcus’ huge balls in her soft hands, inspecting them like fruit in the market, rolling each sphere roughly between her fingers, making him groan quietly as the ache burned in his bruised testes.

‘I saw you watching my guards,’ Claudia continued, nodding her head towards her large, pale eunuchs, ‘I castrated them myself,’ Claudia boasted, following Marcus’ gaze, ‘a single kick to shatter their balls and remove their masculine pride for good. The sound they made when they clutched their ruined manhoods was like music from the gods.’

The guards hung their heads in shame as the story was told, but glanced, from time to time, as Marcus’ mighty rod and stones with naked jealousy, remembering when they too could harden their cocks and feel the joy and fear of having their balls held in the hands of a beautiful woman.

‘Don’t be so sullen boys,’ Claudia laughed, seeing their idle glances to the large plums she held tightly in her grasp, ‘if Marcus does not impress us, maybe we shall geld him also. Then you will have nothing to be jealous of.’ She laughed, a melodic giggle which echoed on the bathhouse walls.

‘You should sample my wares before you consider taking my manhood.’ Marcus whispered desperately, wincing as Claudia rhythmically squeezed his aching stones.

‘Yes…’ Claudia smiled, finally letting go of his pulsing orbs and standing before him. ‘Despite my anger at finding you with my slave, I must admit that Valeria's tales of your prowess as a lover have intrigued me, and as a beloved gladiator of the arena, it seems only fair to give you a fighting chance to keep your manhood.’

Marcus looked down at his thick cock and heavy balls, the sight filling him with pride but also a fear of their potential destruction at the hands, and feet of lady Claudia.

‘I want you to please me Marcus,’ she said, ‘but I warn you, if you spill your seed or soften your cock before I come, I will grind your stones beneath my heels until you can no longer function as a man.’

Marcus looked up at her fertile body and swallowed heavily, he was a virile lover, but knew if he were to come too soon, he would lose his manhood. He forced himself to his feet, stood uneasily before her, his aching balls bulging between his strong legs.

‘Do not look so nervous slave,’ Claudia grinned, ‘I will give you a fighting chance. Valeria! Prepare me to take Marcus’ rod.’

Marcus watched with surprise and then naked lust as the tanned and muscular gladiatrix stepped past him to kneel between Claudia’s shapely thighs. With no delay, Valeria hungrily shoved her tongue into the noblewoman’s glistening cunt. Marcus felt his cock twitch and pulse, a thick strand of precum drooling from his shining helmet to drip onto the terracotta tiles below. He tried to steel himself, imagining how humiliating it would be to shoot his load and then lose his balls before he had even had a chance to slip inside Claudia's noble cunt.

‘Now use your fingers slave,’ Claudia moaned, throwing back her head as Valeria slipped two fingers between the large pink lips of her snatch, probing her mistress’ sex with swift and practiced ease.

Marcus tried to control himself as he watched the scene play out before him. Valeria, the muscular raven haired gladiatrix, on her knees pleasuring her pale skinned and voluptuous redheaded master. He tried to concentrate on the ache in his balls, the lingering pain from Claudia's swift kicks, hoping the emasculating throb would delay his next orgasm.

Minutes passed before Claudia pushed Valeria away roughly.

‘I am ready,’ Claudia moaned, turning around and bending over on her hands and knees before Marcus, steam from the bathhouse washing over her as her buxom breasts wobbled and her large firm ass jiggled. Marcus knelt behind her and held his throbbing cock in his hand, grunting as he eased it slowly between the soft wet lips of her cunt.

Both gladiator and mistress moaned as his thick staff parted her slick folds wide and began to fill her insides with its girth. Marcus began to groan as she thrust back against him, his heavy balls slapping against her clit and making her moan like a common whore. He could quickly sense his prodigious balls tightening as they fucked, abd so could she.

‘Valeria, delay his seed.’ Claudia instructed as she felt him shudder against her.

Valeria moved behind Marcus and wasted no time, kicking him firmly between his muscular ass cheeks, her bare foot slapping against his swinging balls, making him howl like a trapped beast while he fucked Claudia from behind. It was not a blow meant to emasculate, like when Valeria would rupture the balls of her opponents on the sands of the arena. No, these kicks were meant to hurt, not harm, to slow Marcus’ frenzied lovemaking and keep his come at bay long enough to ensure her mistress’ orgasm on the end of his pole.

‘I’m sorry Marcus,’ Valeria whispered over his shoulder, placing a hand on his sweating shoulder. ‘If I don't delay you, Claudia will surely take your balls.’

‘Just be careful you don't break them first.’ Marcus whispered in reply, his manhood throbbing with pleasure and agony as Valeria kicked him again.

‘Yes Valeria!’ Claudia screamed, her face twisted in pleasure ‘Crack his stones while he fucks me!’

Marcus looked at the eunuchs as he felt his orgasm rise again. Despite Valeria's rhythmic kicks to his huge, throbbing gonads, or perhaps because of them, he felt his cum begin to churn within his swinging stones. He looked the eunuchs dead in their eyes, seeing the humiliation and emasculation there, looked then at their sad and lifeless cocks, which hung limp between their legs despite the desperate tugs the men gave them as they watched their mistress. Marcus could sense them trying to remember the pleasure of fucking a woman, even one half as beautiful as Claudia or Valeria. Marcus willed his balls to hold onto his precious sperm a few minutes longer, willing his cock to stay hard despite the building agony from Valeria's accurate kicks. He would sooner die than live a eunuch!

Eventually, Marcus’ strength and perseverance were rewarded as he felt the walls of Claudia's cunt grip his throbbing member in the tight throes of orgasm. Claudia screamed with pleasure as she came, reaching behind her to grab at his buttocks and impale herself deeper onto his cock, until its pulsing head thumper against her cervix.

For almost a minute he felt her tremble and listened to her moans. With every fiber of his will he forced himself to hold seed, even as his balls swelled and screamed in protest. Finally, mercifully, she slipped from his cock and rose to face him.

‘Truly impressive Marcus,’ Claudia smiled, rising to face him. ‘I truly expected you to lose this game, to shoot your load or lose your hardness from Valeria’s kicks. I cannot complain though, that was the best fuck I've had in years.’

‘Then you shall let me return to my master?’ Marcus asked, his leaking cock jutting before him, thick and proud and full of life.

‘No Marcus,’ Claudia replied with a sick smile, ‘I am going to buy you. I must have you for my collection. Serve me well and I shall reward you. You can name your prize.’

Marcus did not hesitate. ‘Each time I claim victory for you, I wish for a night with Valeria.’

‘Oh Marcus!’ Valeria cried, moving forward to embrace him. Marcus felt his slippery cock press against her hard abdomen, her firm breasts against his muscular chest. For a brief moment, Marcus felt freedom and joy.

Claudia grinned for a moment, watching the two hard bodied slaves press their sweaty bodies together, their crotches grinding together with senseless lust. It would be a shame to separate them again, but it appeared they needed a stark reminder of their low station.

Thump!

Claudia kicked hard between Valeria’s tan legs, the arch of her sandaled foot crushing the lips of Valeria's wet pussy and throbbing clitoris while her toes crushed Marcus’ bull-like balls.

Marcus’ mournful cry was almost as feminine as Valeria's scream, both slaves falling to their knees before the lady Claudia. To his shame, Marcus’ cock began to spurt rope after rope of cum, his hot seed splattering over Valeria's trembling body as his lover held her aching pussy before him. Marcus groaned, his seemingly endless orgasm leaving Valeria's firm breasts and tanned stomach dripping with prodigious volumes of his seed.

Claudia looked down at them and giggled, her fingers tweaking at her hard nipples as she admired the results of her deadly kick. The two lovers writhed together, their hands pressed tightly between their legs, Marcus’ hot seed dripping on the tiles below as they moaned and bucked in agony.

‘Guards,’ she laughed, waving her hand towards her two burly eunuchs, ‘bring both these slaves back to my villa. We have much training to do.’