The Mightiest Balls in Rome III

Part I :- https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/s/Rc4P8LU7pR

Part II :- https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/s/NKhp3cHieO

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A handsome gladiator stood before the crowds of the arena, the sound of their chants washing over him as he drank in their feverish shouts and cheers.

‘Bull! Bull! Bull!’ the voices cried with love and adoration.

Marcus felt the hot sands of the arena burn under his sandaled feet. The savage sun beat down upon his bronze skin, his tall, scarred body rippling with muscle. He was nearly nude, his body on full display to his adoring fans. The true origin of his nickname was clearly evident, a long, thick penis that swung between his legs like a hammer, held slightly aloft by a bulging pair of testicles that would have looked more at home on a barnyard beast of burden.

His balls hung even lower than normal, stretched in their shaven scrotum by a heavy steel ring, a gift from his new owner and patron, Lady Claudia. The weighty ring made his nuts swing like pendulums, eliciting jeers and cries of arousal from the men and women in the front rows of the colosseum. Marcus ignored the ache from between his legs, his testicles still barely healed from their brutal treatment at the hands and feet of Lady Claudia in the bathhouse mere days prior.

Marcus scanned the faces in the crowd, searching for the face of his beloved Valeria, the beautiful and deadly gladiatrix that commanded his heart. He saw her seated next to Lady Claudia, a thin golden leading from Claudia's hand to a metal circlet fastened around Valeria's long neck.

Marcus bristled with anger at the sight, the woman he loved being held like a pet by the woman who owned him. He looked into Valeria's eyes, saw the raw longing mirrored there as he looked down at his muscular body and swinging meat. If he could claim victory today he would take her as his prize tonight, finally spend more than a few stolen moments alone with her.

The thought fuelled him and Marcus clutched his shining Warhammer tightly in his calloused hands, brandishing it in a few practice swings as he awaited his opponent.

The rising roar of the crowd dragged Marcus’ attention away from Valeria and back to the arched entranceway at the far side of the arena. His opponent emerged from the shadows of the tunnels below and stepped into the sunlight.

The man striding to meet him in the center of the arena was a monster of a man. A pale skinned and muscular Gaul, with long, braided blonde hair and a thick beard. He stood taller than Marcus by a good three or four inches, and was broader in chest and arm also. Unlike Marcus, his chest and legs bristled with thick blonde hair. His manhood was also on full display. A ten inch long slab of meat, his pale uncut penis swung between his hairy thighs, above immensely heavy testicles that jostled together like a pair of ripe lemons. If Marcus was hung like a bull, this fearsome warrior was hung like a horse.

The Gaul carried a long whip, a brutal looking weapon with metal studded coils of leather which were warmed by the fierce Mediterranean sun. As the broad shadow cast by the big Gaul fell over Marcus, our brave hero felt a momentary pang of fear. The big man looked down on him, licking his red lips as he drank in the sight of Marcus’ thick, veiny cock and weighted bollocks both so exposed and vulnerable.

‘Are you ready to kiss those big stones goodbye?’ the Gaul asked, grinning widely.

Marcus knew that the Gaul's words were no idle threat. The loser of this battle would surely lose their manhood before the eyes of the crowd, it was the ultimate male humiliation, to be unnamed before the baying mob of men and women.

‘Only one of us will keep our balls this day, Gaul.” Marcus growled, “and by Jupiter's cock I will be that man.’

The two men turned to face their masters, Marcus raising his warhammer in salute to Claudia, who smiled and clapped, her generous breasts jiggling in her low cut dress of silk as she held Valeria's chained leash. The Gaul meanwhile raised his whip in honor of his mistress, a beautiful blonde woman with high cheekbones and firm cleavage who sat on the other side of Claudia.

They awaited the command of their ruler, Caesar, who sat in the shade of his private box. The murmurs and shouts of the large crowd hushed as he spoke.

'I, Caligula Caesar, declare this fight begun! To the winner, the spoils of manhood. To the loser, a pair of shattered balls and shattered dreams!'

The crowd erupted in cheers, bloodthirsty shouts and cries of arousals and excitement as they watched the two muscular gladiators prepare to do battle!

Marcus sprang forward the moment Caesar stopped speaking, hoping to finish the fight quickly and destroy the Gaul's mammoth testicles with a single blow from his warhammer. The hammer sighed a whooshing song of speed as it swung down, but the big Gaul was fast for his size, stepping back and twisting to the side to evade the attack.

Marcus’ hammer missed the Gaul’s right but by a hair’s breadth, leaving him off balance and exposed. The Gaul smiled and cracked his whip, the leather striking Marcus’ exposed buttocks and curling round his thigh, the tip lashing his right testicle as it dangled helplessly between his widely spaced thighs.

As Marcus screamed in pain and stumbled out of range of the Gaul’s whip, the crowd laughed and jeered, save for the beautiful Valeria, who feared for her lover’s imperiled manhood.

Marcus felt between his legs with his free hand, desperately cupping his burning right ball, feeling the fiery red welt that grew across it. As he did so, Marcus could see the Gaul’s cock spring into life, the sight of the Bull’s male suffering pumping blood to his loins.

The crowd whispered and gasped at the sight, the Gaul’s ten inch phallus gaining another two inches as it rose, a foot long hunk of beef that jutted proudly from his crotch as the bulging purple helmet emerged from his pale white foreskin. Beneath that majestic cock, those big, lemon sized stones swayed hypnotically, promising untold quantities of male seed to any woman lucky enough to lay with him. Marcus was slightly awed, and took a step forward, for a better look at the bulging package.

It was a mistake, and the Gaul cracked his whip again. Pain erupted in his left testicle, which burned with a searing ache to match the right, as the tip of the whip painted a red stripe across the other edge of his tanned scrotum.

Marcus screamed with pain and embarrassment, a high pitched wail that drew gales of laughter from the female spectators and sympathetic groans from their men.

As he sank to his knees in the dirt, Marcus’ eyes flicked to the crowd. He saw the disappointment in Valeria's eyes, saw the lust in those of his Mistress. Like many women in the crowd, Claudia’s hand had already disappeared between her thick thighs, where it moved furiously.

The Gaul’s whip cracked again, wrapping around the haft of Marcus’ warhammer, which was ripped from his weakening grasp. He heard it clatter some yards away.

Marcus’ eyes burned with tears as he knelt on the warm sands below. His calloused hands were clamped between his legs, desperately trying to protect his vulnerable balls which blazed with pain.

With a dominant cry, the Gaul grabbed Marcus and pulled him to his feet, tearing his hands away from his injured stones as he embraced him in a powerful bear hug. Marcus was lifted from the arena floor, struggling vainly as his opponents thick arms encircled him like pythons, squeezing the breath from him.

If the Gaul’s arms were like pythons, his mighty cock was like a hooded cobra and Marcus felt its iron hard length slap against the bottom of his burning bollocks with each powerful squeeze of his opponent’s biceps.

Despite the agony, even despite the peril to his manhood, Marcus felt his own cock stiffen as it rubbed against the muscular abdomen of the blonde Gaul. Above his own labored gasps he could hear the moans of pleasure coming from the crowd, countless men and women fucking themselves, and each other, to the sight of the two gladiators doing battle below.

‘Soon I shall squeeze the breath from you,’ the Gaul whispered in his ear, his hot breath tickling Marcus’ neck, ‘when you awake, you will find your stones smashed and your once proud cock will rise no more. I see the tanned bitch you look at in the crowd, perhaps I will take her as my prize once I shatter the mightiest balls in Rome?’

The idea was filling the Gaul with pleasure, and Marcus could feel the other man's cock grow slick with precum as it continued to pound against his sack and thighs.

Marcus glanced at Valeria, saw the fear mixing with arousal on her beautiful face. For a moment he imagined her ravaged by the brutish Gaul, filled with the monster’s dripping seed as he watched helplessly, his own manhood shattered or severed. He felt his consciousness slipping, knew darkness would soon take him…

…Marcus shook the thought from his mind. Steeled himself. He knew was he had to do.

Chomp!

With no hesitation Marcus brought his head forward, sinking his teeth into the muscular shoulder of the Gaul. The taste of sweat and iron burst in his mouth as he tore into the flesh of the huge man. A piercing scream echoed through the arena as the Gaul dropped Marcus to the earth, clapping his hands to his wounded shoulder to staunch the flow of blood. The big man staggered back in surprise, his legs wide and trembling.

Marcus snatched up his Warhammer and swung it towards the Gaul’s crotch.

Crack!

The heavy steel head of the Warhammer smashed the root of the Gaul’s ten inch cock, snapping it like a young tree root.

“Oh Gods,” the Gaul screamed, looking down, “my fucking cock!”

Marcus smiled and tossed the hammer aside before reaching up under the giant's broken rod.

Crunch!

Marcus seized the Gaul’s massive testicles in his hands. Cheers erupted in the crowds as the spectators saw the savage grip with which Marcus held onto the pale and bulging orbs between his rival’s legs.

‘Crush his fucking balls!’ Claudia's voice rang out above the crowd, ‘Crush his fucking balls for me, Marcus!’

The crowd joined the chant, their voices one as they echoed across the air.

‘Crush his balls! Crush his balls! Crush his balls!’

Marcus smiled and looked up at the giant, fear spreading across the Gaul’s bearded face. His prodigious balls were turning purple, bulging like plucked fruit as Marcus' powerful fists continued to squeeze and twist them violently. The Gaul’s huge and broken cock continued to strain and sway. Precum gushed steadily onto Marcus’ wrist as the gladiator squeezed the orbs tightly.

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One of the Gaul’s massive balls burst in Marcus’ hand, drawing cheers from the crowd. Orgasmic cries rippled through the spectators as women and women alike came from the mere sight of the huge testicle rupturing.

“Noooooo, my ball!” The Gaul, shrieked, his mouth hanging open, spit flying from his lips as half his manhood shattered like glass.

The Gaul's cock began to throb, Marcus felt his victim’s surviving testicle tighten with anticipation. The big man groaned, his massive, misshapen cock letting loose with powerful ropes of cum that splattered over the warm sands.

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The Gaul’s second testicle ruptured violently, eliciting another scream from his tortured mouth. The crowd broke into a frenzy, men and women alike running their hands over each other and themselves as they tried frantically to bring themselves to climax as they saw the carnage inflicted on the Gaul’s mutilated manhood.

Marcus stood, releasing what remained of the Gaul’s butchered genitals. He turned to his adoring crowd and took his aching balls in one hand and his thick, dripping cock in the other. Naked and proud he presented himself to them, waving his bulging manhood obscenely to their deafening cries of love and lust.

As the cheers washed over him he jerked his dick, pleasuring himself as the relief of victory burned inside him.

He looked to Valeria, whose hands roved hungrily over her pussy and tits as she basked in the sight of her muscular lover standing proud over the castrated heap of his opponent.

Marcus smiled as he continued to stroke his cock to the applause of the crowd. His balls had survived the arena once again, and tonight he would take his prize, being fucked and sucked by his lover until dawn's chorus ended night's sweaty embrace.