This is a story of Marcus of Carthage and his adventures during his visit to the neighboring State of Utica. It takes place after the last story entitled “A Carthaginian Crucifixion” wherein Marcus eventually takes young Eric to be his nutted slave boy. Again told by the voice of Marcus.

I awoke as the early dawn sea breeze gently flapped the curtains of our bedroom. I gazed across the bed at the form of Eric as he slept beside me. He was on his stomach. As I quietly pulled the sheets down, exposing the gradual slope of his back and then the rounded soft region below of his large hairless buttocks, I could feel my manhood stir and begin to stiffen. There was over an hour before we had to get ready for our journey. Enough time.

I slowly caressed his back and ran my had down to his soft ass. As my hand entered the crevice between his cheeks, he moaned softy and arched his back, inviting my hand to press harder on his “rose bud”. I reached into the trunk next to the bed and retrieved a jar of scented lubricant I kept there for these occasions. I slowly smeared a small dab of this on the outside of his anus and rubbed it into the fissure until my left fore finger entered him. I then worked my finger in and out as he thrust his ass upwards. He made small grunts as the lubricant did its job and his opening enlarged to allow me to press in three fingers. I looked at his face and was pleased to see by his expression that he was totally absorbed in the sensations produced by my messaging his anus. I reached under his hips and pulled him up onto all fours and got around behind him. My eyes ran over his body. Up his thighs to the nut less scrotum and the semi hard dangling penis. Up the space between his empty sack to his parted anus awaiting me, to his marvelous ass, round, wide and soft as velvet. I looked down at my throbbing penis and guided it into him. He returned the gesture by pushing against me and helping me enter him. As I sunk my cock in all the way he let out a gasp of pleasure. At first I just stayed still like that. Letting him feel my manhood fully inside him. Looking down at the fine arch of his back and the large ass split by me. Then I began to fuck him. Slowly, then faster as he pushed against each thrust. The muffled slapping sound of my hips against his velvet ass, accompanied by the sharper slaps of my testicles against his scrotum. His head would go down as he looked under his belly to glimpse my testicles slapping him, then his head would pop back up to gasp and look back at me.

Over the year since I had first tortured then removed his balls, then made him my nutted eunuch boy slave, I had taught him how to appreciate my penis in him. Taught him how to orgasm while being fucked by me. Of course, he could not ejaculate. But he did learn how to cum and make his anus quiver and contract as he would orgasm.

His climax was approaching now. His arms and upper body had become rigid and his counter thrusts against me were harder and faster. He was breathing rapidly and gasping in pleasure. Finally he let out a deep gasp of pure sensation and his anus started to pulse and contract around my shaft. The pleasure flooded over me too. My balls began to pump and my cock squirted into him. A long hot orgasm as I fucked as hard and fast as I could. Slamming into him for all my worth. Finally reaching around and grasping his semi stiff penis and jerking it violently, him screaming in pure pleasure, until we collapsed onto the bed.

After a half hour I remembered our journey of today and jumped out of bed. Taking my belt, I snapped it on his ass and got him up too.

“We have a long trip today. Utica is a day’s ride away and we must get there before dark. Lucius is awaiting our visit and we must not be late. So let’s get going, Eric.”

Rubbing his sore butt, he looked at me with a smile and said. “Yes, master Marcus, as you wish.” I watched him walk away, his fat round ass jiggling. He spun around and looking at me, he seductively reached down to his nut less sack and pulled down on it, making a pouting face and mouthing a kiss.

We rode with a small party of three servants, myself and Eric. He had become an excellent horseman, devoid of the encumbrances of testicles to avoid crushing into the saddle. He also rode pants less and I found myself starring at his big ass as it softly slapped the saddle. He would turn around quickly when I least expected it, catching me starring, and smile. We made good time and arrived at the house of Lucius, Carthage’s ambassador to the State of Utica. He greeted us at his door and showed us to our quarters. The purpose of the visit was all business, as the state of affairs between Carthage and Utica had grown strained recently. I was to attempt to patch things up and keep the peace. We had a meeting with the Prince of Utica scheduled for the next day.

“Marcus, I trust that your trip was uneventful and easy?” Asked Lucius at the evening diner table. “You must drink and refresh yourself.”

“Yes it was, thank you.” I replied as I sipped the dark wine he had provided. It was somewhat bitter but I was thirsty. As I began my second glass I felt that it was a little too powerful as my head started to swim. Really swim and the room swirled around. I noticed as I fell over that all my compatriots had collapsed too.

Lucius walked over and starred down. “He is out. Let us get them to the stable yard where the Prince will see them tomorrow. It will be easier to do now rather than after they awake.”

The traitor had drugged us, I thought just before loosing consciousness.

I awoke the next day, to find myself cold and naked lying on the stone courtyard of Lucius’ stables. My hands were manacled to a chain that ran up to a pulley over my head. I looked around and found Eric lying next to me, similarly naked and chained.

He awoke in another hour. My feet were chained together and I had grown stiff on the cold stones. The sounds of horses approaching stirred us and we sat up groggily. It was the Prince of Utica, Graccus accompanied by the traitor Lucius, along with 6 of their men.

“What a sight you are Marcus. Lying naked and in chains with your eunuch butt boy next to you.” Said Graccus. “I imagine you wonder why you are in this state? Drugged, naked and helpless. Lying in front of me. When you thought we were going to meet to make peace. Well I will tell you why. Why I would risk war with Carthage by treating their emissary so badly.” He went on. “You, a year ago, were the executioner who was supposed to crucify this man next to you, Eric. Along with another man. A dark and large man. Not dissimilar to myself. In fact my brother Crakus!” He shouted. “Well my revenge on you will be worth whatever punishment I receive for ruining these peace talks.”

He motioned to his men. “Pull them up.”

They walked over and pulled on the other end of the chains that wrapped around the pulleys and we were both hauled up to our feet. Our hands were over our heads. One of the men pulled a cart out of the stable and placed it near us. I could see that is had all sorts of tools, stakes and straps on it. To be used for our torture.

Graccus spoke. “Haul him up and let him ride ‘the knob’ for a while as we first will dispose of his little play thing, the traitor Eric.”

They then pulled me up so that my feet were a foot off the stones. They placed a 1 ½ inch diameter shaft into a hole in the stones. On the top of it was a lemon shaped knob, greased and ready. They positioned me so that the shaft ran up between my legs, my ankles chained behind it. They lowered me onto the ‘knob’. It first went between my ass cheeks then touched my anus, slowly parting it and finally, painfully, entering into me as I sank onto it. I felt it go in deeper and deeper until it was in me a foot. It felt like my ass was on fire and I had to take a huge shit, but could not. Due the pressure on my prostate, my manhood soon responded and I became erect. My cock bulging and throbbing outward and upward. My balls throbbing too as they drew up in their sack, but my feet were at last on the ground.

Graccus starred at me and said. “What a sight you are now, Marcus. Not so proud and mighty as you were when you gelded and executed my brother. Well you will learn to experience pain and degradation, as a reward for those acts. But first we will execute your boy in front of you. He motioned to his men.

“No, he did nothing. Don’t hurt him.” I cried out, in vein.

They hoisted Eric up about 6 inches off the stones. The Graccus took a small length of wire and wound it around the base of Eric’s penis. The constricting wire caused his cock to become erect and it stood out, rigid. Graccus took a razor and sliced it off. No hesitation, just matter of fact, he cut off Eric’s penis. Eric looked outward blankly and tears fell from his eyes. Then a spear was put into a hole in the stone under Eric’s ass and the point just touched his anus. He was slowly lowered onto it and it glided easily into him. Eric stood on his tip toes as he could feel the sharp point in his bowels. He dared not move or lower himself as he knew if he went down any further would mean death. The chain was slack as they made him stand erect, painfully standing as high as he could manage.

“Oh look! The boy may bleed to death from his cock root.” Graccus said in mock concern. And he took a red hot poker out of the smithies’ fire and touched it to Eric’s wounded groin. Right on the place where he had amputated his penis. Eric screamed and then spasmed. His whole body twitched and he almost passed out. He sank at the knees and as he did the spear penetrated in another foot. Eric froze in agony and at the realization that he had done himself in. The blood ram down the spear in a flood and within seconds Eric had totally collapsed and impaled himself on the spear. He was dead.

I screamed in anger at Graccus. “You bastard. He did nothing to you. Why did you kill him so horribly?”

“Because he was yours. It hurt you worse than him, didn’t it?” He laughed.

“Let the body remain. It will remind Marcus of his pain. Now let me begin your torment Marcus.” Graccus growled.

He walked over to me and stood a foot from my face. He reached down as he spoke and fondle my erect penis. “You do have very nice genitals Marcus. It will be almost a shame to torture, mutilate and remove them.”

He then turned to the cart and returned with a strap that he wound around my manhood, tying off my scrotum then attached a weight that he let drop. The pain was intense. My balls exploded in agony.

“There, let us see how long it takes for your balls to die.” He sat down in a chair provided by his men and starred at my throbbing testicle six feet away.

There I stood, hands above my head, in the hot sun. My rock hard cock throbbing and moving up and down slowly. My aching blue balls stretched by the weight. I could not think of anything else. My poor manhood. Soon to be cut off. I started to ejaculate, pumping up and down on “the knob”.

Graccus laughed and clapped as I squirted. “What a sight you are Marcus, as you shame yourself in front of me. Let me see how many times I can make you cum with the knob in your ass and your balls tortured.”

He then proceeded to beat my testicles 100 or more blows from a club, until I squirted again. There was no pleasure in this ejaculation. Only an intense sensation and relief that while I was doing it, he at least, stopped the beating.

The third time I ejaculated he had to give me a manual assist by jerking my penis as he beat my balls.

“This man really wants to keep his balls. I say this. If you can manage to ejaculate one last time while they are tortured, will let you keep them.”

It lasted over an hour. I still have nightmares about it. First he pressed about six thorns into my scrotum and trough my testicles. They were thorns that are from a bush that grows in the desert. They are straight and over two inches long and produce the most painful drug from their sap that mankind has ever known. I almost backed out from this agony. But then he beat my testicles again, while his men rammed the “knob” into my prostate. He jerked my cock so hard I thought he would tear it off. I didn’t even know at first that I was ejaculating. The pain was so intense that it was just part of it. I looked down and saw a flood of blood and sperm coming out of my penis. I finally did black out.

When I awoke the throbbing in my balls was all I was aware of. It lasted for days.

A month later I was on all fours with Graccus’ dick in my ass, getting fucked. Him saying. “There Marcus, my butt boy. Come on boy move that ass. Fuck boy, fuck.”

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