We woke up early in the morning. Tamer and I snuggled against the muscular body of our Roman lover. The smell of heavy male sex was still in the air. Andronikos pulled me into a passionate kiss and Tamer began to worship our new friend's rapidly responding manhood.
"Not to complain, but shouldn't we go and let you rest up for the duel with the Count?" I asked.
"Count Raymond? No! That sycophantic courtier is no challenge." Andronikos grinned. "We still have time for another round, if you two are up to it."
"If you can get it up, infidel, we're in!" I laughed as Tamer was already perched on Andronikos' lap, preparing to ride our Roman stallion to new heights of passion.
***
The great arena of Damascus was designed on the model of the great Coliseum in Rome. The tiers were filled already with enthusiastic spectators. The sun was burning down merciless on the sand of the large oval.
Tamer and I watched from the Caliph's honorary box. The Caliph and his legal adviser sat at the front. Jugs of fresh water and trays of fruit were served for refreshment. Behind them, some courtiers were chatting and, to my surprise, the Count of Tripoli.
"What is he doing here? Shouldn't he be down in the arena?" whispered Tamer.
"Probably trying to grovel for mercy to the Caliph." I sneered.
Andronikos was standing proudly in the center. He was wearing a Roman Lorica Segmentata, a segmented mirrored iron cuirass that protected the torso and abdomen with overlapping, vertical lamellae. Large pauldrons protected the shoulders and upper arms while providing additional protection to the armpits and upper breast. His head was covered by a Coolus helmet. He held a scutum, a reinforced iron shield and a gladius, a double-edged sword.
“The honorable Andronikos Maius, former Praefectus Praetorio of the Personal Guard of the Emperor of Constantinople,” the Caliph’s legal advisor announced. “Standing here for judgment by Allah Almighty for Tamer Ali Selcuk, ensign in the bodyguard of the exalted Sultan of Egypt.”
Andronikos saluted with his gladius and the crowd roared a welcome. The handsome Roman was obviously a champion of the people. Both men and women lusted after him.
Trumpets sounded announcing the arrival of his opponent. The heavy portcullis of the gate leading to the arena’s dungeons rose. A giant of a man stepped out into the sun.
„Haakon Styrbjornsson, personal body guard of the esteemed Sir Raymond Count of Tripoli, standing here for judgment by Allah Almighty for the esteemed Sir Raymond Count of Tripoli.” The legal advisor announced.
"My dear Raymond, do you not feel well to fight today?" the Caliph asked the Count.
"Your Highness, I always feel comfortable to fight, but since the pathetic savage is being represented, I thought it only proper to be represented as well." The Count grinned with a sneer.
“It’s him!” Tamer hissed. “This monster of an infidel killed my brother! I have to …”
“Silence!” I hissed back. ”There is nothing you can do now. We can only pray to Allah to protect our friend Andronikos. This will not be easy.”
The behemoth weighed at least 400 lbs. and towered 7 ft tall. The sides of his angular head were shaved and covered with mystical tattoos stretching down his beefy neck, over his broad shoulders, and across his chest and back. His skin glistened from the whale fat he was using to protect himself against the oriental sun. The blond mane of hair was tamed by a braid that fell to the middle of his back. Gray-green eyes glared with unbridled, merciless ferocity from a gruff, scarred face with high cheekbones. The jawline was framed by a full beard, which was braided into a pigtail under the chin. Wide leather bracelets stretched across the muscular upper arms. The forearms, which were as thick as many a man's thighs, were protected by dark brown leather bracers decorated with ornamental gold rivets. Sculpted mounds of heavy muscle bulged with fleshy pierced nipples in the centers. A heavy necklace of gold with the symbol of the Norse god Thor lay in the valley between the two pectorals. The 8-pack, chiseled as if from stone, ended above a low-hanging brown wolf fur skirt, held on his hips by a wide leather belt with tassels, from which dangled two skulls, grinning and showing their teeth.
Heavy warrior boots with leather-laced fur leggings protected his calves and feet. In each of his hands he was carrying a heavy battle axe.
It was dead silent in the arena. The sand crunched under his boots as he trudged with long strides toward Andronikos. The stench of whale oil washed over him like a sickening wave.
"So, we meet again Andronikos! I was waiting for this since long time. We have a score to settle, Praefectus Praetorio!” the Viking challenged with a sneer.
“Should I remember that piece of rotten fish that I kicked out of the emperor’s personal guard, because he was good for nothing, always drunk and ill-disciplined?” Andronikos sneered.
"That's what real men do, ex-Praefectus! While you are just an impudent wimp who dares to challenge my Count!" the Viking rumbled.
"Real men have honor! They don’t throw little boys to the pigs! That’s just barbaric!" Andronikos rumbled back.
Haakon frowned. Obviously, he was trying to understand what Andronikos meant. Then his face brightened.
"Oh! You mean this one?" He pointed to one of the two skulls dangling from his belt.
Tamer blanched and drew a horrified breath.
"He was as much of an impudent wimp as you are!" sneered the Viking. "But his laughter died when I chopped off his hands. And my pigs weren't too thrilled about such a meager morsel. I don’t know, why I even kept his head. Maybe I will swap it for yours?”
“First you have to get it!” Andronikos raised his shield and rushed forward slamming the scutum into the body of the hulking Viking. Haakon swung a battle axe, but Andronikos elegantly dodged the blow. He danced around and slashed at his slow-moving opponent's wrist with the gladius, but the blow was parried by the bracers. The Roman raised the scutum again and rammed it into the Viking's side. Haakon stumbled, and as he struggled to regain his balance, Andronikos sliced his sword across one of the unprotected thighs. Blood spilled from the wound and the crowd cheered.
Haakon sank to one knee. He leaned on one axe while deflecting a blow from the gladius with the other. Andronikos let go of the shield and stepped behind the kneeling man. He pulled on the gold chain and began to strangle. His sword hovered close to the Viking's throat. The crowd was in an uproar.
“Kill him!” Tamer shouted.
Count Raymond paled.
Andronikos looked at the Caliph to get his decision about how to end the fight.
“What now?” The Caliph looked at his advisor.
“Your Highness has to tell the Honorable Andronikos, whether to kill, or to show mercy,” the advisor replied.
“No mercy!” Tamer shouted before I could stop him.
“Insolent savage!” the Count roared furiously. He grabbed an apple from the Caliph’s fruit tray and threw it across the box at Tamer.
While Andronikos was distracted by the ruckus in the Caliph’s box, Haakon closed his fist around the Thor talisman at his necklace. He pulled against the strangling chain and lowered his chin.
While Andronikos was distracted by the commotion in the Caliph's box, Haakon closed his fist around the Thor talisman on his necklace. He pulled on the choking chain and lowered his chin.
With a swing of his mighty torso, he leaned forward and flung the surprised Andronikos over his shoulders. The Roman landed heavily on his back, but he kept the sword in his hand.
Haakon straightened up. Andronikos followed and assumed a crouched defensive position.
"Now you're a goner, Praefectus!" the Viking drove the Roman before him with a hail of axe blows.
"Yes!" cheered the Count.
"No!" cried Tamer.
Although on the defensive, Andronikos was still the more agile fighter. Again and again he dodged the axes. But he began to gasp. Sweat covered his face. He looked for his shield and found it. He dodged an axe blow with a roll and when he got up again, he held the shield in his hand. He dodged the next axe blow and sliced the gladius into Haakon's left bicep, leaving a deep cut. Haakon roared in both pain and rage. He hacked violently at the shield, forcing the Roman to stagger back.
The spectators gasped in shock as the scutum shattered into pieces under the double blow of the two axes. Andronikos still stared in disbelief at the remains of his shield when a precise blow severed the leather cord securing the lorica to his abdomen. The armor burst open like the shell of a lobster, exposing the shocked Roman down to his loincloth.
Haakon gave his stunned opponent a mock salute and with a vicious grin he took a long swing with both axes.
The audience groaned in horror as the giant Viking brought his axes down on his opponent's head with amazing ease. At the last moment, he twisted his wrists so that only the sides of the axes on the right and left crashed against the Coolus helmet.
The helmet cracked like a raw egg. The gladius slipped from powerless fingers. Andronikos' eyes rolled backward as he first sank to his knees and then fell face-first into the sand of the arena.
Haakon straddled the unconscious Roman with his legs spread wide and pulled his torso up by his curly hair. He raised an axe and grinned at the Caliph, ready to slice through Andronikos' exposed neck.
The Caliph looked indecisively at the scene.
"A victory of justice!" cheered the Count.
"Oh Allah!" wailed Tamer.
"Allah wants us to help ourselves now. This is a good time to run!" I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him out of the box while the guards were distracted by the action in the arena.
First calls for mercy came from the rows of the stunned spectators.
"Life! Life!" soon roared the entire arena in chorus.
The Caliph rose to his feet. "Allah is merciful!" He shouted, raising his hand with his thumb extended upward. The crowd responded cheering.
"Fine! He shall live, but he is mine!" Haakon snorted snidely and stamped his booted foot on the Roman's helmet pieces, driving them deep into the sand of the arena. He let the unconscious man fall to the ground. He grabbed him by the ankles and dragged the limp body across the arena to the gates leading to the dungeons below. Andronikos' sweaty body left a wet trail in the sand. His loincloth loosened and was torn from his limp body, leaving him completely exposed before the stunned audience. The heavy portcullis closed behind the two men with a rumbling thud,
“You cut me, Praefectus. I make you pay for this.” Haakon rumbled and bent down.
He threw the Roman's heavy body effortlessly over his shoulder. The torso hung limply over Haakon's broad back.
"Let the fun begin!" The Viking playfully slapped Andronikos' ass. As he carried the unconscious man, his hand clawed possessively at one of the hard ass cheeks.
The Northman entered his dungeon and dropped Andronikos down on the floor. He turned to a bucket filled with water and tended to his wounds.
Andronikos awoke from his unconsciousness.
"What the fuck ...?" He rubbed the back of his head in a daze.
"I put you to sleep," Haakon sneered, "and now I own you, Praefectus!”
"What? No!" Andronikos tried to get up to his feet, but the rogue knocked him to the ground with a punch.
"You aren’t giving orders anymore, Praefectus! Let me teach you, where your place is."
The Viking grabbed the dazed Roman by the ear and pulled him across the room on all fours. In one corner stood a heavy anvil. Andronikos looked in horror at the iron handcuffs and slave rings hanging on the wall. Haakon squeezed Andronikos’ upper body between his thighs and pulled the Roman's head by the hair until his neck rested on the anvil.
"Don't you dare! I am a nobleman of the empire!” Andronikos squirmed in Haakon's grip.
"I am afraid your days as a nobleman are over, Praefectus," Haakon pressed the Roman's face onto the anvil and placed a heavy iron slave collar around his opponent's neck.
"No! You can't!" Andronikos struggled desperately, but he was still too weak and too dizzy to offer serious resistance.
"Oh, Praefectus, I may do very different things to you, and I will!" Haakon sneered and grabbed a hammer. With skillful strokes, he drove a bolt through the clasp of the slave collar locking it tightly around the neck of the howling Roman. He attached a chain leash to the collar and pulled Andronikos into an upright position.
"Now, slave. How do you like your new necklace?" Haakon laughed dirty.
"You'll pay for this, you bastard!" Andronikos roared and furiously lunged at the Viking. But Haakon only laughed. With a practiced grip, he tightened the leash by wrapping it around his wrist and yanked the charging, buck-naked Roman up off the ground.
"Urgh!" Andronikos let out a stifled gasp as the slave collar cut off his air. His legs kicked frantically.
"Ha! I like my slaves to be feisty. All the more fun taming them!" Effortlessly, the Northman held the 250-pound, desperately wriggling body in mid-air. He waited with devilish patience until the lack of air finished the struggle.
"Yes, that's it. That's a good slave, now go to sleep!" Haakon grinned and slammed the hammer down on the Roman's forehead.
“Argh!” Andronikos’ eyes rolled and his body went slack.
"Sleep now, slave. We have a long journey ahead of us. Plenty of time to train you." Haakon grinned wickedly and dropped the unconscious man unceremoniously at his feet.
****
After the outcome of the divine judgment, the Caliph's guards wanted to execute the sentence on Tamer. Literally at the last minute we were able to escape from the city. We rode up a hill and hid our horses in a small palm grove. We crawled belly-up to a steep slope and breathlessly watched the Count's pompous departure.
At the head of the entourage, a crucifix was carried on a long pole. Monks in black habits waved incense burners. Religious chants could be heard. Next rode heavily armed Knights Templar in two columns. They wore polished barrel helmets and white cloaks with a bright red cross on the chest. Oiled chain mail stretched tightly over their muscular bodies. Each knight had a longsword at his side and carried a lance with a pennant. Riding in silence, the troop radiated all the brutality and military strength of the infidel invaders.
Count Raymond and his Viking bodyguard followed them. Haakon led the bound, naked Andronikos tightly by a chain leash with a slave collar around his neck beside his steed. The Roman stumbled along the dirt road, covered in sweat and dirt.
Heavily loaded camels with equipment and supplies for the Tripoli garrison, brought up the rear.
"The infidel stood up for me," Tamer muttered.
"Hmm...," I continued to watch the caravan.
"He fucked pretty good - as far as one can tell for an infidel," Tamer looked at me.
"Uh-hmm ..."
"We should do something!" Tamer punched my arm.
"Outch! What was that for?" I was rubbing my biceps.
"Stop hmming and let's attack these filthy infidels and free our good infidel!" Tamer rose to his knees and drew his scimitars.
"Seriously? You're going to launch an open attack in broad daylight against armored knights, where we're heavily outnumbered? Get down, you idiot, before they spot you!" I pulled him back to the ground.
"Come on! You can do it!" He wriggled in my grip, "Just do your Assassin thing and slaughter them all!"
"Your confidence overwhelms me," I snorted, "but I'm sorry to disappoint you. The Brotherhood does not slaughter. Besides, we need a plan first ..."
"Well, fuck them!" Tamer hissed.
"Now that sounds like a plan," I chuckled.
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We followed the caravan through the barren plains west of Damascus, to the mountain oasis of Anjar. The knights set up camp here to rest before continuing into the mountains of Lebanon.
I knew that at Anjar there was also a castle of the brotherhood. Tamer and I checked with the local sheikh and learned that the caravan was indeed headed for Tripoli.
Without help, we would not be able to complete our mission, let alone free the Roman infidel. But the sheikh refused to take on the well-armed Knights Templar.
"Such a miserable coward!" Tamer seethed in outrage.
"Be patient, my brother, we trust in Allah." I tried to reassure Tamer. Nevertheless, I wrote a report for Master Abul Malik in Alamut and sent it with a dove.
***
In the Templar camp, Haakon dragged the staggering Andronikos to a camel watering trough. The exhausted Roman was a mess, covered with dust and sweat.
“You need a bath, slave!” The Northman grabbed his naked slave and threw him headfirst into the trough.
To the Templars' jeers, he dunked him in the trough again and again until the gasping Roman was clean again. Then Haakon pulled him out of the water and led him on all fours on a leash to his tent.
“You are such a tasty morsel. I always wanted you. Your skin so nice and soft. You smell so good and I bet your ass is tight like a virgin’s pussy. I will make you my woman." Haakon slapped Andronikos’ ass and the knights roared laughing.
"Brother, if you've plowed your slave well, let's enjoy the pleasures of his ass too. My lion milk is already getting sour and my fucking cock is as hard as my sword!" One gruff, burly knight roared with a heavy Frankish accent, grabbing his package in an obscene gesture.
His buddies slapped their thighs with catcalling.
"Sorry, Hans, but this ass is reserved for my lord once I've tanned it. But the way you stink, you might as well have some fun with a goat. She'll be happy to suck the sour milk from your swollen balls.”
Raucous laughter followed the two men into the tent. Inside, the Viking pushed Andronikos on his fur-covered cot. While the Roman, drained of energy, fell into a dull slumber, Haakon indulged in a mug of mead.
Finally, Andronikos began to stir. He wrenched his eyes open. Haakon tore off his fur skirt. The skulls were rattling. A huge, already half-erect cock jutted out of his lap. “Are you hungry, slave? Eat this!” The Viking pushed his dick against Andronikos’ lips.
“Fuck you! That’s not going to happen!” The Roman turned his head away in disgust.
“Ah! Still feisty!” Haakon grabbed Andronikos by his curly hair and climbed on top of him. The Roman tried to break free, but was easily held down by the huge Viking, who sat heavily on Andronikos' broad chest. He forced the tight jaws open and stuffed his cock into the mouth. He pulled the head into his lap and sank his shaft deep into Andronikos' throat.
"No! Mmmmpppff!" muffled sounds of protest made Haakon grin. "Eat my man meat, slave!"
Andronikos' face was pressed into the bush of sweaty pubic hair. Haakon's musky male scent filled his nose. The swelling shaft in his throat cut off his air supply. He gagged and his legs kicked weakly while his upper body was trapped motionless under Haakon's beefy thighs.
"By the way, if you want to breathe, start pumping your shaft!" Haakon scoffed.
The Roman's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Come on! You already know how to do that, don't you?" sneered Haakon.
Andronikos had no choice. He squeezed his arm out from under Haakon and reached for his cock.
"Good boy," Haakon loosened the hold around Andronikos' head and let him catch his breath. "Now pump nicely, we want to have some fun."
The Viking fucked his face and Andronikos gagged. The lack of oxygen made his cock hard. His hand glided up and down his swelling shaft. The head inflated and turned dark red. His piss slit opened up as if he wanted to gasp for air too. To his horror, Andronikos felt the rough manhandling trigger the first telltale shivers of arousal. His consciousness was reduced to getting off. His nuts tingled and moved upwards to attach themselves to the base of his cock. Instinctively, without realizing it, he changed his grip, closed his fist under the rim of the mushroom-shaped head and began a steady pumping motion. All inhibitions dissolved in a wave of pleasure.
"Oh yes, mighty Praefectus, that's it!" Haakon grinned with satisfaction when, after some vigorous wringing, a large, glistening drop appeared. The conversion of a top to a bottom was on the way.
"Mmmmmpf ...shit," Andronikos convulsed as if in a frenzy. His cock was now pulsing fully erect in his hand. He was painfully hard. His muscular thighs opened slightly and his hips began to buck.
"Yes, great Praefectus, cum for me!" Haakon urged him on.
His fist moved up and down squeezing the rock-hard precum-slippery shaft. Andronikos’ eyes clamped close in the ecstasy of imminent release. His sweaty body was flushed and went rigid. Andronikos' hips arched high. He felt his balls contract and gasped "Mmmmaaargh!"
Haakon bent backwards and reached between the Roman’s thighs. He squeezed the swollen shaft at the base brutally cutting the eruption of churning cum.
“Aaargh! Fuck you bastard!” Andronikos howled in the agony of the deprived climax, while his body shook with uncontrolled spasms.
“Not so fast, slave! You will cum only when I allow it.” The sneering Viking knelt beside the dizzy Roman and forced him belly-down. He pulled the semi-drunk man’s face into his groin, stuffing his mouth again with his cock.
“Unngh … unngh … unghhh” Andronikos found himself again gagging and gasping for air. He tried to tear himself away from the gagging cock, but Haakon held his head, pressing his face down with his hands on the back of Andronikos' head while he hammered his cock into the Roman's throat with energetic thrusts of his hips.
"You're a lousy cocksucker, but you'll get used to it." Haakon grinned. He would break the proud Roman into a willing mare. From experience with other cocky warriors, he knew he had to keep the man hard and horny, then subdue him at the height of pleasure. Changing position, he turned Andronikos onto his back, fixed the head between his huge thighs, and began fucking the helpless man's throat again. When the Roman tried to push the heavy body off his face, the Viking grabbed him by the upper arms and thus fixed him on his back.
"Fucking take it! Choke on it bitch!" Haakon grinned as legs flailed frantically.
"Unngh ... urrghhh ... ghh," Andronikos retched.
When the floundering subsided, the Northman allowed the Roman a brief respite. He pulled his rod from the battered throat and looked down at the dark red face.
"You like that, huh?" he asked.
"No! Fuck you! Motherfucker!" rasped Andronikos.
Haakon grabbed his jaw and forced his mouth open.
"You will like it," the Viking spat into the gaping mouth and guided his cock down the gagging throat again.
As Andronikos' resistance waned, Haakon loosened his grip on his arms and grabbed the Roman by his now almost flaccid cock.
"Come on, slave, up with it! Show me how much you like it," he sneered.
“Nnng …” Andronikos gurgled.
“What was that?” Haakon asked and pulled his dick from Andronikos mouth.
"You never break me, bastard!" Andronikos cursed.
“We shall see.” Haakon pulled Andronikos up and shoved his face into his armpit. He forced the Roman to breathe in his man scent and made him lick both armpits. Then he pushed him back on his back and mounted his face in a sixty-nine position. While fucking his face, he didn't hesitate to take Andronikos' cock in his mouth and stimulate it with his tongue. Simultaneously Haakon’s fingers were pressing into the sensitive area between the Roman’s asshole and his balls. This and the lack of air had an effect and to Andronikos' shock his cock started to get hard again.
“Ummphhh … damn you!” Andronikos coughed.
"See, I told you you'd like it!" before Andronikos realized what was happening, he was pulled up again and Haakon sealed his mouth with a possessive kiss.
"Mmmmph..." Andronikos protested as he felt Haakon stroking his now eagerly responding dick.
Haakon turned on his back and forced the coughing Roman again into a sixty-nine position. This time on top. His fat cock rose up right in front of Andronikos' face.
"Suck it! You know the drill by now!" commanded Haakon. He looked at the firm buttocks above his face and spread the melon-shaped cheeks. He spat on the emerging rosebud. He plunged his bearded face deep into the cleft and began to eat the ass in earnest. Slurping sounds mingled with Andronikos' gagging.
“WHACK!
"Ow!" The Roman flinched and was shocked being slapped on the butt.
"Shut up, slave! Fuckin’ take it and suck my Viking dick!" Haakon spanked him again.
"Ow! Fuck!" Andronikos' body wriggled, his meaty legs twitched, long toes curled.
WHACK! WHACK!
"Oomphh ... ffuck ... oomph," Andronikos grunted with a throbbing Viking shaft in his mouth. His cock hardened again while his ass cheeks turned red under the onslaught. Seeing the bobbing cock, Haakon finally relented and kissed the quivering asshole.
He dug his hand into a jar beside the cot. When he pulled it out, it was covered with whale fat.
"On your knees, bitch!" the Viking turned the aroused man around until he was on all fours. He pressed his slippery fist against Andronikos' half-open hole.
"Noooo! Aaargh! Fuuuck!" Andronikos' howled. His eyes popped out of their sockets. The Viking overcame the sphincter's resistance with a quick twist of his wrist and was in the Roman's virgin channel. He moved his fingers gropingly, and when the Roman's high-pitched squeal told him he had found the sensitive spot, he squeezed it with his thumb and forefinger.
“Now cum for me, oh mighty Praefectus!” Haakon commanded.
"Ahhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Andronikos arched his back. His whole body stiffened and a huge gush of cum exploded from his suddenly hardened cock.
"Ha! There you go, slave!" Haakon scoffed, "From now on, you're my bitch. You will cum when I want you to and only when I want you to."
"Never! No! Hell no, take it out!" Andronikos hollered as the laughing Viking fisted him mercilessly.
"Never?" Haakon scoffed. "I don't think so. Cum again, Praefectus!"
"Aaah ... aahh ... ahhh!" Still recovering from his climax, Andronikos was overwhelmed by another ejaculation triggered by Haakon's fingers inside him.
“I made you cum, slave! Never forget, a real man milked your seed from you against your will!” Haakon smirked. With the last drops of virility oozing from his shrinking shaft, Andronikos' will to fight collapsed. He had lost control of his manhood and was condemned to serve the sexual demands of his conqueror.
"Time to plow you, bitch!" grunted the Viking and pulled his fist out of the gaping hole. He wrestled the barely resisting Roman on his fours. He reached between the muscular thighs and pulled Andronikos’ rump up by his cock. Fixing the Roman’s head with his foot on the cheek, he pulled the meaty buttocks apart and sank his rock-hard boner from above into the gaping asshole.
"Oh Thor! God of thunder! Lend me your mighty hammer to forge this iron to my will!" Haakon called upon his god. His horse-like cock entered deeply until his bulging balls pressed against Andronikos' ass cheeks. He paused in this position to let the Roman feel that he was skewered, the mighty cock of his victorious conqueror rammed like a flagpole down his ass.
"G-ggaaaahh!" Andronikos' eyes popped out of their sockets.
Haakon rotated his hips and began pounding the conquered asshole with powerful, rhythmic thrusts.
“Getting plowed!” Andronikos howled in shame. His body writhed in uncontrolled spasms.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ..." the Roman squealed like a woman in high-pitched tones. Instinctively, his fist closed around his cock and began to pump.
"Yeah! Cum for me, bitch!" roared Haakon triumphantly. Rivulets of sweat dripped from his flushed body. Andronikos’ fist slid up and down his swollen cock with a firm grip. His balls tingled. The Roman's no less sweaty body tensed as the harbingers of climax took control. Now there was no turning back. He threw his head back as white cum gushed from his piss slit.
"Shiiiit!" Andronikos' pelvis shuddered and his semen seeped between his fingers. His sphincter clamped around the plowing cock like a vise.
"Yeah, fuck! You're mine now, whore!" roared the Viking when his climax was triggered. His massive torso arched. His foot pressed Andronikos' face into the bed. His balls clawed at the base of his throbbing boner.
“Gaaargh! I got you Praefectus! Fuck! Take it!” Haakon hollered. His pelvis sputtered in a few uncontrolled thrusts and then the Viking unloaded his churning seed into the howling Roman.
Andronicus felt the fat cock in his ass bloat even more. The Viking's foot in his face took his breath away. He heard heavy panting and primal grunts. Then a warm, sticky wetness flooded his guts. The hard shaft in his ass twitched and writhed, claiming him.
For the first time in his life, Andronikos' ass was filled with a man's seed. His self-conscious ego was in shambles as the Viking's heavy, sweaty body rested on him in the last twitches of orgasm. His once proud cock dangled limply between his thighs. His depleted nuts had retracted into the folds of a shriveled sac. The Roman crouched exhausted. His eyes were closed.
"Your well ran dry, however, I'm not done with you yet!" his conqueror's voice snapped him out of his daze.
"What?" Andronikos croaked.
"Come on, slave, there's no sloppiness here," the Viking grinned. Haakon sat back and made Andronikos squat down so that he straddled his pelvis. The Roman's ass muscle was now stretched enough for the Viking's huge cock to slide in without resistance.
"Aaah!" Andronikos shrieked and arched his back as he was impaled from below.
"Well, well, well, see how the mighty have fallen." a mocking voice announced the arrival of a visitor.