It had been an exacting day.
From first light, hauled out of his hole, nothing to sustain himself
overnight .. and with a breakfast of just the merest
ration of stale flat-bread as sustenance
.. Maciste had slaved away all
day on building the ramp. The sacks he’d
filled, they’d got weighed down with a generous dowsing of water. Almost impossible to haul up on to his beefy shoulders … painfully
slowly trudging through ankle-deep sand up the ramp, stumbling often. Emptying the sack of its sodden content with
effort at the top. Damp clinging sand .. hard
to spread with the crude rake.
Then tottering back down to the bottom. Collected another ponderous sack of sodden sand. The cycle of tortured routine started all over again. Of course, he’d missed his target. Not delivered enough sacks of sand up the ramp. What day had he not? That arsehole Ugly probably couldn’t count anyway.
End of the day, Maciste’s backside had first got a royal stinging .. his princely arse lashed for failing to meet
his quota. Then over to Yothin’s
humiliation toy. Yothin had “not been
available”, not yet. Maciste had
collapsed over the ladder. Ordered to
wait. Falling into oblivion atop the
ladder. Shattered. Aware of the worrying signs of his growing
weakness. But too shattered. Too exhausted to care.
Until a cane lashed Maciste across his inert back. Making him yell out with the shock. Cursing. His body torturously shuddering with the sting. Yothin had deigned to arrive.
Painfully ordered to slide that third peg into him .. watched, Yothin gloating. And Maciste still determined to fill his guts with better rations. He could recognise the dangers. His collapse over the ladder was proof enough. Days on starvations rations … already they were running him down. He had to eat. Keep up his spirits.
Done as ordered. The third peg had been trickier, thicker. Nothing to grease its way in. A struggle. A pained entry into his private intimacy. And that strange shuddering feel .. deep inside .. a shiver that tingled in his cock. Sparks of energy dancing on his cockhead.
To be confronted by the daunting sight. Yothin’s limp crotch glared at him .. taunting Maciste’s mood. He could easily have swiped out at it. No problem to punch Yothin hard in the gut. And that would have got him where exactly?
Yothin had stripped down to his muscular nothing.
“Work it, cocksucker. You know the ropes.”
Yothin stood straddling the ladder .. right in Maciste’s face. His hairy cock tauntingly close .. a temptation to bite it off. Hands on waist, hips thrust forward .. ordering a shamed Maciste to suck it to life.
Maciste was back there again. Tonguing on Yothin’s despicable member. The pressure had been ratcheted up. And Maciste knew better than to refuse. Already he was being punished for shying away
when Yothin had sprayed cum in Maciste’s face.
He was not giving in to Yothin’s demands .. only seemingly buckling under .. for Maciste, he kept telling himself, that was no defeat. He was fooling this sucker. Seeming to give the prick the signs he wanted .. letting Yothin fool himself into believing that Maciste sucking on his dick .. mounted on the emperor’s ladder .. a thick peg up his arse ….. Yothin thought he was winning.
Maciste had got this fool Yothin to think he was winning. Maciste had no problems with that. He himself knew better. It was an act. He was earning himself better rations. He was duping the prick into believing what Yothin wanted to believe. His prisoner was buckling under. End-result for Maciste .. rations improved. And Maciste could keep up the fight.
Without thinking, Maciste had played along. Ordered to suck Yothin hard, he had taken Yothin’s limp dick in one hand. The snarled reprimand needed no more to be said. Maciste had got used to the routine. Already his hands were snapped behind the back of his head. He leaned forward .. his lips targeted on the limp cockhead.
Again that weird rush of energy flashed the length of
Maciste’s cock when he leaned. With that
peg up inside him, whenever he learned forward to tongue into life Yothin’s head, Maciste
got a rush of sexual excitement.
He recognised the flush for what it was. But for the life of him, he didn’t understand why this act could be turning him on. That didn’t make sense. Seated astride the emperor’s ladder .. a thick peg up his arse …… He’d lean forward to take Yothin in his mouth ….. and his body trembled like a tender woman had fingered his balls. Did that make sense?