n.
The Bursting
Benedicia,
the high priestess of Vesta looked down from her dais. Her silky black hair
fell over one shoulder and she brushed it aside. The man in front of her, at
the bottom of the stairs, was clothed in a simple white robe which hid his assets
and his muscular body. He was flanked by two sisters of the order who were his
guards and guides, and they introduced him to their mistress.
"This
is Marcus, mistress. He has come to us so that he may sacrifice his manhood to
the Goddess. He wishes to experience the ultimate ecstasy of the 'The
Bursting'."
"I
see," remarked Benedicia. "And what is it that he is offering? Let us
see his sacrifice."
The
blond priestess to his right undid his sash and disrobed him. His body was
perfect, flawless. Smooth, muscular and hung. His flaccid member was seven
inches and thick and lay over two enormous ovals, his testicles. They were
massive too, and they hung there like two peaches - round, succulent and
vulnerable.
"Very
nice," said Benedicia as she got up and walked down the stairs. She
stopped in front of Marcus. Slowly she raised her hands and ran them over his
handsome face, down the neck, across his pecs, over his washboard abs, down the
flat of his pelvis and came to cup his balls. They were beautiful and among the
largest she'd ever seen on a human. There were animals that had larger, like
cows and horses, but these were massive, and would be a fitting tribute to the
Goddess.
She
looked into his green eyes and searched them. "Do you realize what you are
about to do?"
His
voice was deep and husky, "I do, mistress. I want to experience the
ultimate ejaculation in service to your order. I wish it with all my heart that
the Goddess should have my balls." Benedicia rolled his nuts around in her
hand, and they did not shrivel or retreat. This man meant what he said, and was
obviously desirous of becoming a eunuch.
"Very
well," she said. "First you will experience pleasure unlike any
other, but you will be denied release. Then you shall be tortured and endure pain
unlike like any other, but again denied release. And finally, you shall have
your balls burst and when that happens you will cum like a chariot-horse and
most likely die from the pain. I wish you well, young man." The beautiful
priestess gave his ball sack a light slap and resumed sitting on her throne.
"Take
him to the bed chamber," she said.
"Your
will, mistress," said the blond priestess.
The
still naked Marcus was guided to a whole different wing of the temple where a
huge bed, fitted with silver satin sheets and feather pillows was laid out. On
the bed was a barely clothed woman of stunning beauty. She had long curly black
hair, perfectly smooth tan skin, and beautiful hazel eyes. Her breasts were
large, firm and perfectly formed. Her snatch was shaved and pink. If there was
ever a woman ready to please a man, it was she. Naturally Marcus let himself
get erect and sexually excited. He was already naked and felt no shame in
showing his arousal. This would be the fun part of the day.
He
was pulled over to the bed by his escorts and Marcus noticed that the woman on
the bed had a long length of cord in her hand. She spoke.
"Noble
male, this is a length of wet leather cord. I will tie up your verpa and cōleī [penis and testicles] with it and as it dries it will shrink
into a tight bind that will prevent you from releasing your pleasure. It will
also hurt, although this is just a taste of the pain you will endure
tonight." First she tied around his whole package, then one ball, then the
other and then finally around his cock. When it was nice and tight she tied it
off. His already massive cock now reached nine inches long, and its bulbous
head was nice and purple. And his balls, well they had started to swell too.
Nicely.
The
woman spoke again. "I am Naticha and this is Callisto and Dulcea,"
she said, pointing to his two chaperones. "We are here to pleasure
you." As Marcus stood in front of her, she sucked in his engorged shaft
and began to give him expert head, while the priestess on ether side of him undressed
and began to kiss and lick his whole body. They guided him to lay down. Naticha
concentrated on his member, Callisto his lips and Dulcea his nipples.
Like
any hot-blooded Roman man, Marcus was at ease with women worshiping his body,
but these weren't just any women. These were holy priestesses. One cut below
royalty, so it was an honor just to be in their presence. In addition to that,
this whole exercise in sacrifice was about purging his bloodline of shame and
ignominy for getting on the wrong side of the Senate and loosing their positions
of power within the Empire. Of all his brothers, Marcus had been chosen to make
the ultimate sacrifice to the Goddess and thus assure his family would reclaim
their success through divine intercession. And he was glad to do it, for it was
said that an hour with a Vesta priestess was like being in Elysian and that the
final release when his balls were crushed would be a release unlike any other.
Callisto
stopped kissing Marcus and left the bed to go drip her hand into a large
amphora in the corner, full of olive oil. She took some and smeared and oiled
up Marcus's whole body, including his cock and balls. Natisha stopped sucking
him off to watch his member become slick and shiny with oil. She then took off
her diaphanous toga to expose her breasts to him and mounted him. Her cunny
quivered and she shivered a bit as his huge cock slid inside her. Marcus
moaned, but that moan was soon muffled as Dulcea slipped out of her own gauzy
toga and made Marcus suck on her nipples, pushing her plump pillows into his
face and watching him worship her breasts.
Natisha
began to slowly ride her young buck while the other two priestesses worshiped
his body or let Marcus worship theirs. At one point Dulcea mounted Marcus's
face so that he could eat her out. Which he did, with great enthusiasm. The
women worked his body over, all of them slick with oil, and full of engorged
body parts - erect nipples, flushed skin, and quivering genitals. This went on
for at least an hour. Each woman took turns having his dick inside them, and
each took turns letting his tongue lash their caves but no matter how hard he
tried, Marcus just couldn't cum. It was like there was a vice around his man
parts and he was unable to experience a release, despite the fact that he
normally came within fifteen minutes of fucking a woman. When all four of them
were finally exhausted, the women from their orgasms and Marcus from providing
them, it was time to move on to the painful part of the sacrifice.
The
three women got off the bed and two new women entered the room.
"This
is Flavia and Jessamine. They will execute the next part of your experience."
The two women guided Marcus with his face and dick red from over-use out the
door and through some hallways to another room. Inside were shackles. They
attached them to Marcus's wrists and ankles and then Flavia turned a winch
which lifted Marcus off the ground and suspended him, buck naked, in mid air. His
bound up cock and balls swayed between his stretched out legs. Marcus expected
them to immediately begin to torture him. But instead they brought out pots of
henna oil and brushes and began to paint his naked body. It took another hour
but eventually his whole, smooth beautifully muscular body was painted with swirls
and mystic red markings of Vesta. Throughout the painting his dick stayed hard
from the cord wrapped around it, and they even painted it.
When
the painting was finished a small group of women came in, several of which had instruments
and they began to play a lively Roman religious tune. Flavia and Jessamine
attached metal anklets to their feet and began to dance, Flavia in front of
Marcus and Jessamine behind. The women danced and then at crucial points began
to kick, slap or punch Marcus's bound up balls. TINKLE TINKLE. The anklets
rattled each time their respective feet made contact with Marcus's goods. As
the music got louder and more intense, so did the ballbusting. WHAM WHAM WHAM,
TINKLE TINKLE TINKLE. Marcus's balls began to swell and turn an angry red, and
he started to grunt loudly with each punt, but no matter what the women kept
dancing. The music and torture became relentless. Balls were kicked, smashed,
slapped and even briefly squeezed. Were he not in such pain, Marcus would
probably have admired the women busting him. They were both beautiful and
wrapped in the same gauzy, see-through togas that the other women had been in.
Flavia and Jessamine twirled, swooped, spun, and thrust themselves into a
religious frenzy. The music increased in tempo and Marcus's grunts turned into
screams. This whole thing went on for what seemed like forever. Marcus's balls
had tripled in size now and looked like angry bull-balls. They were HUGE. And
each additional kick made them swell. Finally, the music rose to a crescendo
and the kicking and hitting become one long sustained ballbusting session with
Marcus nearly losing his mind from the pain. Then everything stopped, the two
dancing priestesses panting from their exertion.
Marcus
meanwhile just hung there, like a limp doll, his head lolling and his eyes
rolling back. He was lost to the world, and the women around him noticed. One
brought a pitcher of water and a cup and poured some so Marcus might revive a
little. Another priestess helped him eat some honeyed biscuits and the sugar
plus the pure clean water gave Marcus a much needed boost of energy. He did
revive a bit and they let him hang there for a while and come back to normal consciousness.
Then, they lowered him and took off the manacles. With the support of Flavia
and Jessamine he was half dragged, half carried to the altar room and he was
placed before it. The altar itself was about knee high, which meant that as he
was placed before it, his cock and balls rested naturally upon its stone
surface. One priestess had a knife and she cut the cord binding them so that
his worked-over nuts hung loose and his massive erection was free to slap
against his stomach. Flavia spoke.
"This
is where we crush your cōleī in honor
of our goddess. This is Petra
Then
a group of priestess came in and began singing, while Petra Petra Petra Petra
