It was the commander. His cock swelled even further. The Scots commander had offered the deal. Finally, Marius cried aloud, not with pain, but with release, as semen shot out toward the audience over and over and over. He didn’t identify with the torturers, expressing rage at his situation, as one would expect. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes and awaited the blow. And then to a second on the other thigh. Finally his ankles were released, and when he gained his footing his wrists were released. Clelia spoke to her neighbor. They spend hours each day in physical training. We’ll leave the village alone.”
Marius didn’t acknowledge him except to take the loin cloth and pass it between his legs and tie it at his waist. The village that was home to the young men was the reason Marius was a naked slave in the household of the barbarian commander. Vignette #2
Marius placed the last goblet on his silver tray in front of the guest sitting next to Clelia, the wife of the commander of the military base. Finally his ankles were released, and when he gained his footing his wrists were released.
