The yank in his hair had taken a suffering Menander by surprise. Shocked, bent over .. twisted sideways in the sergeant’s grip .. a kick to the leg had Menander crashing to the dirt. Fists of drunken manly enthusiasm shot up bursting into the circle of light .. Fuck-arse hitting the dirt .. cheers from men out to celebrate.
Booze by curtesy of their general .. for keeping on the slave’s back. Having a good laugh at the goat-shagger kicked off his feet. They’d all put this fuck-arse through his paces. They’d all had the pig down in the dirt. And this night wasn’t finished yet!
Just in time Menander saved himself .. grabbing Maciste by bare muscled legs.
“Show ya prince how he honours ya’ ….”.
The sergeant still had Menander shamefully by the scalp.
“ ….. for lettin’ scum the likes of ya to take a thrashing for him …”
He yanked his hand back. Maciste was looking down into Menander’s tear streaked eyes. Again he felt a rush of impotent anger. In his helplessness he swore he’d get even. Some day. Somehow. But that big mouth on him .. for Menander’s sake he kept it clamped shut.
“Show him ….”
The sergeant rattled Menander by the head.
“Show ya’s honoured. Do what ya’s do best ….”
Cries of Fuck-arse! Fuck-arse! lit up the air. The sergeant’s hand jabbed Menander’s head into Maciste’s groin. With a force that rocked Maciste one step back. By the time he’d recovered his strong stance the sergeant was grinding Menander’s nose against Maciste’s balls.
“Lick ya prince’s balls. Suck the fucker off!”
Maciste ought to be protecting his friend. Suffering physically. Tortured mentally .. that dreaded moment .. the effort of owning up to what these scumbags had made of him. Maciste knew his friend to be tough. He’d fought alongside him. Together they’d been hunted down like dogs by pursuing Parthian hordes. Maciste knew what Menander was made of. But THIS? Night-after-night .. his backside assaulted .. his manliness violated. His sense of himself as a man destroyed .. like shit rubbed up his nose.
And day-by-day living with the shame as he hauled that cart .. deceiving his friend .. not daring to own up to Maciste.
Maciste wanted to throw an arm around him. He needed to protect .. reassure this emotionally tormented friend .. guard him against more horrors. But he’d tried that once. Once he’d blurted it out. And it was Menander who had paid the price. It was Maciste they were torturing, he reminded himself. They couldn’t go for harming the hide of the emperor’s prize. Instead it was Menander getting it. Maciste’s proxy pain.
And if Maciste opened his big mouth … no guessing who’d get it. Maciste was trapped.
And now THIS!
A roar of approval lit up the circle of light. Maciste felt his knees gripped tight by a horrified Menander. His shiver of shock racing up Maciste’s thighs.
“Don’t you fucking dare!”
It was out before he knew it. And .. damn-it .. Maciste knew there was no taking it back. The soldiers had heard him. Maciste felt a wash of jeering blow over him. From outside that ring of torches. Mock jeers. The soldiers mocking his impotent gesture in the way it deserved.
“Hear that guys?”
The sergeant had his spare hand raised .. to catch his men’s attention .. the other kept Menander’s nose pressed to Maciste’s balls.
“A challenge. Our prince-slave is calling us out.”
Maciste glared back into the howling mob.
“SUCK COCK! SUCK COCK!”
Maciste caught sight of Tiradates .. keenly leaning forward .. forearms pressed onto his knees. Eyes afire. Face cold and menacing. Hearing his cheering soldiers. But his gaze was only Maciste. Trapped in this humiliation.
“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!”
The sergeant punched the air.
“Hear that? Challenged by this human ox!”
The sergeant hauled back on Menander’s head. This pair of captives were looking into each other’s eyes. Maciste’s eyes breathed thunder, Menander looked mortified.
The sergeant rattled Menander’s head .. shaking him by the scalp.
“Show this one-time prince who now is cock of the roost. Who calls the shots ……”
The sergeant was gloating .. mocking their enemy prince in his impotence.
“Show him what to expect when the emperor get his claws on him!”
The chorus of demented animals was not letting up.
“SUCK COCK! SUCK COCK!”
The sergeant was laughing in Maciste’s face. Mocking his impotence. Menander’s head was rubbed against Maciste’s groin. Catching both’s attention.~
“A Parthian orders ya to suck cock … ya ask, How far down?”
He jeered at Maciste.
“Got that, motherfucker?”
He guffawed as his grip ground Menander against Maciste’s balls.
“When ya’s got the emperor in ya gob ….. Remember who told ya so.”
The sergeant snarled into Maciste’s anger.
“Say No …… hesitate …… ya Parthian master’s gonna cut off ya cock.”
Defiant Maciste’s eyes slitted in warning.
“Sound advice, motherfucker. HOW FAR DOWN, MASTER?”
The sergeant sneered. He ground Menander’s face against Maciste’s balls. A warning who’d be taking the heat here.
The mob outside the torches yelled it out. Like bleating sheep.
“Off with his cock! Off with his cock!”
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