Triumvirate - Part Two - Compare and Contrast

Davidius pulled on his chains trying to break them. He felt the need to escape this assault as it was unnatural. The chains were too thick and he knew he would have to endure this torment. He was no longer in control of his masculinity and he was resigned to lay there stretched and exposed as they assaulted his body. 

The king pointed to the final two men. One positioned himself between the man's legs and began licking his testicles. He pulled on the skin and placed it in his teeth, clamping down ever so lightly. He delicately tugged the hair of the testicles and scrotum. The other man jumped on the slab and drove his face into Davidius' stretched belly. His tongue worked into the navel and all around, up and down, covering every inch of the well-defined muscles. He grabbed part of the man's fur trail with his lips and gently tugged. 

Davidius was slowly surrendering. He had lost all memory of his disgust that men, not women, were doing this to him. His penis throbbed and pre-cum began to engulf the head of it as it pointed to the ceiling. He began wishing someone would attend to that. 

The king rose from his chair and took a tour around the slab. He was visibly impressed by the sight of his prisoner's powerful yet defenseless body. He watched with delight as his experts engulfed the man with their tongues, fingers and lips. And that beautiful penis was standing there, helplessly waiting for something to happen. 

He stopped in front of the man's inverted head. "Davidius, we are going to play a game I call comparison and contrast. I suppose you've noticed that I am now in control of your penis. I will make it give the performance of a lifetime." 

"Get on with it then, you sick bastard." 

"Bring in the servant girl." 

Davidius was stunned to see that it was his good friend Celeas. She had been stripped naked and was led down the stairs by two guards. As the men continue working him over, Celeas was allowed to kneel and speak to him. "Davidius, please forgive me. You know I have no choice in this." 

"It's all right, don't fret. We all must suffer because of this tyrant." 

The king smiled. "That was touching. Now my dear girl, I want you to mount him." 

Celeas was led and lifted onto the slab. The testicle expert moved from there and began licking and kissing the man's powerful calves. The belly man joined him. Celeas knelt on either side of Davidius' hips and inserted his hardened penis into her vagina. The virile man moaned as she began moving her body up and down, riding him like a stallion. 

Celeas had secretly longed for this. She had loved Davidius from afar for many years. She knew that one day he would tire of chasing women and that she would be waiting for him. Now his magnificent penis was right where she wanted it to be. Obviously this was not the setting she had envisioned, but now that the moment had arrived she became excited. Her muscles tightened as she worked him up and down. 

The king watched the man strain as he attempted to thrust in unison with her. "Davidius, let her do the work. Lay back and enjoy this." He began massaging his own penis as he watched his prisoner taken to new heights of ecstasy. The experts continued their body worship while Celeas increased the tempo and Davidius began to emit manly groans. The king could tell the man was close to orgasm. He shouted, "STOP!" 

All the men jumped off the slab as guards pulled Celeas off of her mount. 

Davidius screamed, "No! What are you doing? You can't stop now damn you." 

"I said the game was comparison and contrast. How can you compare until you have something to compare it to? Was she good? She seemed to enjoy it quite a bit." 

"Let her finish. You've got to let me get off." 

"You will get off when I say you can. We will work on you all day. I don't even care about Glauken anymore. This is too much fun. You are the most magnificent example of manhood I've ever had in this castle." 

"You maniac. I'm not your goddamn plaything. Let me finish now!" 

By now Davidius' penis had returned to its half-erect state. The king pointed to it and barked, "Clean that thing off. I'm not dealing with what she left behind." 

As his organ was washed and dried, Celeas was led past him to a far corner of the dungeon. "Be strong, Davidius. I will always love you." 

This pause caused Davidius to glance at poor Lyzelma. She was drifting in and out of consciousness as the brutal guards continued to have their way with her. Remembering the times he had entered her seemed so uneventful now. After what he had just experienced, he knew his old ways would never satisfy him again. 

The king clapped his hands and the still erect men simultaneously resumed their assault on Davidius. Each returned to the same areas of his stretched body as the king stripped to his loincloth. Now it was his turn. Without saying a word he leapt onto the slab and knelt between his prisoner's thighs. Davidius had already returned to full erection as the king began rubbing the man's belly with the palm of his hand. Then he opened his mouth and engulfed the penis. He took his lips down to the ring and back to the head. Davidius groaned and flexed at this sensation. The king began wrapping his tongue around the organ as he worked up and down, keeping the penis firmly locked around his moistened lips. He now was massaging the belly with both hands as he moved them side to side and in small circles. 

Davidius knew his domination was now complete. All his thoughts were given up to the incredible heights of masculinity to which these experts were taking him. No woman had ever serviced him this way. It was always as though they were going through the motions just to please him. This man obviously knew what he was doing. Davidius' penis had never been treated this way and he had never felt anything this good before. 

The king's tongue was now frantically attacking the head of the penis each time his mouth rose to the top. One of the leg men slipped under the king and started licking the victim's testicles. The king could feel the penis about to explode. He released it and shouted, "STOP!" 

Every man removed their mouths from Davidius' body. "No, please no," he screamed. "You can't stop now. Please, for god's sake finish me." 

The king jumped to the floor and walked to the end of the slab. "Bring Celeas to me." 

Soon both the king and Celeas were kneeling before Davidius' anguished face as he gasped for air. "Well, my friend, now your penis has felt two versions of heaven. Which one do you prefer?" 

"I don't care. Just get me off." 

"No, you have to choose. You must have a preference." 

"Yours, sire. Yours felt better. Yours felt like nothing I've felt before. I want you to finish me." 

"Then I will finish you Davidius. But first you must tell me where Glauken is hiding." 

"No! I can't. I thought you didn't care about that anymore." 

"I changed my mind. Tell me where he is." 

"Please don't make me. I'll tell you after I cum." 

"Sorry, we must play by my rules. Where is he?" 

"I thought you wanted to see me perform. I could get off 10 times for you today. I've done it before. The way you make me feel I could maybe cum 20 times. Please don't make me suffer any more." 

"That's not the answer I wanted to hear. We will have to continue your torture. Celeas, you stay here and watch. Maybe you'll learn something."