The big over-muscled one-time motherfucking-prince turned human-ox .. the emperor’s prize captive .. he was off limits. But that peasant .. the dickhead who got caught stealing .. HE was the bit of fun.
Maciste could almost have laughed. Ironically Tiradates was sparing Maciste’s precious hide. And it was the true prince who was gonna get it. They could do to him whatever they wanted. The goat-shagger .. just some dumb-arsed peasant .. they could go for him without impunity. Maciste COULD have laughed. But it was Menander’s hide on the line.
In a mock-friendly gesture, the sergeant slapped Menander across the back of his head. He pushed him forward. Projecting him towards Maciste.
“Don’t be shy.”
He had Menander by the scruff of the neck. He slammed his front into Maciste’s open chest.
“Ain’t your prince anymore …. Don’t be afraid ….”
The sergeant grinned into Maciste’s suspicious scowl.
“Is ya? Just some dumb-arsed ox. The emperor’s slave.”
His taunting returned to Menander.
“But nothing wrong with showing how much ya goat-shaggers love ya prick-of-a-prince. Eh?”
The hand jammed Menander’s face into Maciste’s shoulder.
“Give him a hug.”
His joking turned into a growl,
“Go on! Give this fucking arsehole a great big hug.”
Menander had his arms around Maciste’s chest .. his hands clasped together behind. His head in a turmoil .. working out where this was going.
“Thing is, fuckhead …..”
The sergeant had slipped behind Maciste. His hand clutched in his hair .. yanking his head back .. twisted it over into the sergeant’s face.
“The guys are concerned for ya. Think ya should get yasen prepared. Ya know .. Know what’s coming down. What to expect ……”
He smirked. The gleam in his eyes indicated the sergeant felt Maciste had had this a long-time-coming.
“Trouble is ……”
Maciste squirmed when he felt a paw groping his arse. He glowed his annoyance back. The sergeant blew him a taunting kiss.
“This precious hide of yours .. it ain’t just anybody’s. This arse ….
The fingers groped into the crack. The rags barely kept them out.
“Private. Reserved. For the greatest of men ……”
The sergeant had let Maciste be. But he was back behind Menander .. still clutching Maciste as ordered around his broad chest. Maciste could feel nervous heat trickle down two hard bodies pressed together.
“Lucky for us ……”
Suddenly Menander gasped. Unbeknown to Maciste the sergeant had torn Menander’s breeches down. He stood .. pressed up against Maciste’s hips .. his arse exposed.
“ … we got Fuck-arse here to help us out …..”
Maciste was increasingly worried. The way they kept calling Menander that …. Was there something he was missing out on.
“Let’s start with ten.”
Beyond the torches there were cat-calls, whistles. Urging the sergeant to get-the-fuck-on-with-it. Impatient .. shouting comments. Maciste and Menander surrounded. By Parthian scumbags, mocked by their guards, jeered by their slave-drivers, laughed at by drunken sadistic tormentors. And that general .. leaning forward .. taking in every jeer. Watching Maciste’s every move.
The sergeant turned back to his men.
“Ten stingers. How’s that grab ya’s, guys?”
Bawls of Not-enough. Only ten? Lay it on, sarge, lay it on thick.
“Ten glorious smackers on our Fuck-arse’s glorious arse. ”
Maciste cursed to himself. What they didn’t dare dish out to the fake “Prince Menander” .. because Maciste’s precious hide belonged to their emperor .. his friend, the real prince, was going to get. Laughable. If only that stupid Tiradates knew! Menander beaten across his “glorious arse.” Fuck-arse’s glorious arse!
Ironic. If this wasn’t so damned sick! Upside-down. Chaotic. And all their own fault .. Maciste and Menander .. for getting caught up in this stupid game of mistaken identities!
Grinning, the sergeant looked around.
“Do I see any volunteers?”
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