Author: Priapus Title: Busting a Nut Part: 2 of 6 Summary: A man is lured out of a strip club to a palatial estate and finds himself the guest of honor at an orgiastic celebration. Keywords: MF, MM, M+F+, Fdom, cbt, fist, rape, tort, nc, snuff, vore Universe: Scythian Sisterhood Busting a Nut Priapus <priapic_wonder@yahoo.com> http://castrisecret.tumblr.com/ The two girls bounced back toward John and Pandora in sheer white togas that did little to hide their near-perfect bodies. Melinda held forth a leather skirt for John to wear to the amphitheater. The long leather strips of the skirt easily parted over his erection, which hadn’t flagged a bit since he drank the potion Pandora gave him. If anything, John thought he was harder now than he had been when the two girls had been toying with his cock and balls. The quartet exited their private chambers and moved back through the main ballroom where the party was still in full swing. The only difference between the activities then and now was that several of the consorts were fucking their female admirers, rather than just allowing themselves to be sucked and fondled by them. One of the consorts even seemed to be taking a particularly passionate woman in her tight puckered anus. As they moved through the crowd, a few steps behind John and Pandora, Calliope and Melinda flitted back and forth, whispering and giggling with the other women. A murmur of excitement spread through the gathering, and almost all of the partiers stopped what…and who…they were doing, and began to reassemble their costumes and form a growing group behind their hostess’s party as they all moved deliberately toward the amphitheater. The gorgeous nude blonde that John had seen leading a bald male servant into a private room now approached Pandora with a tray of hors d'oeuvres. Still nude, the blonde led the bald man by a leash attached to his leather belt, his head still bowed in deference. “I’m so excited, Pandora! I tried that new Braciola recipe you suggested, and it turned out magnificent! I saved you some.” The woman held the silver tray of thinly sliced meat on toast points, topped with a delicate pate mousseline. “Thank you, Sophia! It looks delicious.” Pandora reached out and took one of the remaining treats, closing her eyes and sighing in delight as she took the whole thing in her mouth at once. “Oh, my, this is marvelous! Better than the last one I prepared…such delicate, intricate flavor.” “I’m so glad you like it Pandora!” John saw the blonde’s nipples stiffen with excitement as she saw how much the hostess was enjoying her special recipe. “I have to give a lot of the credit to Mark here.” The bald man blushed and bent his lower in humility. “He has such expertise in the kitchen, I never could have sliced it so thinly myself.” John started drooling. He hadn’t eaten in hours and the hors d’oeuvres were generating such enthusiasm. Pandora looked at him with a sly grin. “Would you mind if I took one more, Sophia? It looks like the guest of honor might want to try.” “Okay…I guess,” Sophie said with a little pout. “I was going to eat the rest while riding Mark’s face. He has great oral skills and I thought it would be a fitting reward for his service.” “Just one, my darling.” Pandora entreated, stroking Sophia’s left breast with the backs of her fingers, tweaking the erect nipples a bit for emphasis. “I’ll make it up to you after the ceremony, I promise.” Sophia’s eyes lit up at the last promise. “Well, if you put it that way.” She offered the tray to John. “Take one of the smaller ones…it’s an acquired taste and I don’t want you to waste it if you don’t like it.” Sophia’s voice has a bit of a harsh edge when she spoke to John. She seemed really jealous of sharing her treats with him for some reason. The guest of honor reached up and selected one of the smaller treats. He mimicked the hostess’s method, closing his eyes and putting the whole thing in his mouth at once. The meat was tougher than he expected, with a salty, oily taste that took him by surprise at first, though he tried not to let it show. As the flavors of the toast and the pate mixed with the chewy meat, he discovered the combination that must have delighted Pandora, though he thought secretly that it didn’t seem to impress him as much. He chewed a few more times and swallowed, thanking his hostess and benefactor as much as he could manage. After a long, sisterly embrace and a passionate, decidedly non-sisterly kiss, followed by much excited whispering, Pandora bid her leave of Sophia. “Will you be in the audience for the ceremony?” Sophia looked at John’s hard cock, and then looked at Mark. “I’d rather like to, but doubt we’ll be done that soon. I’ll come as soon as I can.” They both giggled at the double entendre and Pandora proceeded, with her gaggle of followers, in the direction of the amphitheater. The growing crowd exited the grand residence through the broad wall of French doors at the back of the mansion, stepping into the cool air of the late evening and down the wide stairs to the lush back lawn. There, recessed in the hillside, a traditional Greek style, semicircular amphitheater stood. The circular central stage was brightly lit by decorative, hotly-burning braziers supplemented by carefully concealed spotlights and footlights. John initially felt a twinge of anxiety as he spotted the five men he might face. The first four he saw seemed younger, larger and stronger than he was. He felt some relief when he spotted the last man, who not only appeared shorter and less burly, but also quite a bit older John. It appeared to him that Pandora had thoughtfully arranged for her guest of honor to face an opponent he could beat. As the quartet descended to the main stage, and the party guests fanned out behind them to fill the seats of the amphitheater, John’s erection never lessened a bit. His manhood was clearly looking forward to the barely ripened fruits of his impending victory. John chuckled to himself as he thought that this must be the origin of the word “cocky.” Now in the center of the stage, with Pandora and the five potential opponents, John felt a thrill from the energy of the murmuring crowd. Given the lighting on the stage, he could no longer see the audience, but he could hear their excited conversations and their spontaneous hoots and whistles as they set the mood. “As promised,” Pandora announced to the audience in a surprisingly strong stage voice, “tonight’s entertainment features our guest of honor, John. I’m certain that many of you ladies are hoping that this fine specimen of manhood will win today, and that he will choose you for his prize when the contest is over!” As the crowd of women cheered and laughed in agreement, Pandora reached down and hefted his stiff cock to display his pendulous balls, still hanging low despite the cool air. “He’s been saving up all night for this, ladies!” She turned to him and asked him, “What did you say you wanted to do tonight, John? When we first met?” “I said I needed to ‘bust a nut,’ Pandora!” John hammed it up for the crowd, reveling in the screams and applause that his response brought, and waving his erection back and forth for the appreciative Sisters of Scythia. “Choose your opponent, John,” Pandora said with a sly wink. John smirked. As he inspected the five men, he pretended for a moment that he would choose the largest and most muscular of them. Then he finally pointed to the smaller, older man at the end of the line. “What a surprise…he has selected my Uncle Orion! Good Uncle, go easy on our guest of honor, won’t you?” Pandora’s teasing elicited gales of laughter from the spectators. Quietly, to John, Pandora whispered, “Don’t hurt him, please; he really is my favorite Uncle.” He winked in assent. The other four men took positions front and back, and side to side around the stage, forming the boundaries of the arena. Again, to the full crowd, Pandora announced “To your corners, gentlemen! Prepare yourselves while I remind our audience of the rules.” Pandora pointed to the men at the sides of the stage. “In keeping with our ancient traditions, for the pleasure of our audience, and for ease of determining a winner, our contestants will fight in the nude this evening.” At this, Uncle Orion doffed his scarlet tunic, revealing a hard wiry body, and a surprisingly large, stiff cock, glistening with oil. The man in John’s corner leaned forward and issued a single word imperative, “strip.” John reached down and unbuckled the leather skirt, revealing his oddly persistent erection and dangling balls, as well as his tightly muscled ass. This brought more hoots and howls for the women in the audience. Seeing the contestants thus prepared, Pandora continued, “The winner of the contest tonight will be the first man able to achieve balls-deep penetration of his opponent’s ass.” The crowd again erupted in applause, laced with cheers and screams of excitement. John’s heart skipped a beat. He never had any sexual interest in men, and there was no way he was going to try to bugger this old man for everyone to see. He started to step toward Pandora and negotiate a change of rules, but she turned a cold shoulder and announced to the crowd, as John’s corner man grasped him firmly by the shoulders, “And if either man chooses not to compete, he will be immediately declared the loser and must submit to be tied down and butt-fucked by all five of the opponents, until all have been completely satisfied!” This announcement brought the loudest cheers yet, with several of the women in the front row starting to chant ‘quit, quit, quit!’ toward the guest of honor as John’s corner man pantomimed thrusting his cock into John’s virginal bottom. John considered trying to escape, but he didn’t know which way to go, and had a strong feeling he wouldn’t make it past the corner men no matter which direction he chose. Uncle Orion, meanwhile, was stroking his hefty tool and puckering his lips toward John, taunting him. The anxious guest of honor summoned his courage, and as the cheers of the crowd swelled to a roar, tried to reassure himself that once he established dominance over the old man with one disgusting thrust of his penis, every woman in the arena would be his to choose to wash away the distaste. His cock stiffened as he thought of the ultimate revenge he would have on his conniving hostess. She called out, “Let the contest begin!” The two nude fighters crossed to the center of the stage crouched in aggressive stances. The longer-armed John launched a powerful right hand, hoping to stun his smaller opponent and bring about a quick victory. But the older man was surprisingly agile, and easily ducked under the lumbering swipe, leaving the inexperienced John off balance. Uncle Orion went low on one knee and swept his other leg under his slower, heavier rival, toppling him without difficulty. John’s momentum carried him forward, face down on the mat, with his left arm awkwardly pinned under his own body. Before he realized what was happening, Orion took advantage of his opponent’s vulnerability, and had John’s right arm forced into a painful hammerlock. John sprawled helplessly beneath the obvious wrestling expertise of the surprisingly strong Orion, and soon was groaning in agony as the spry older man’s thick cock pressed against his tight sphincter. John tried to clamp his ass tight, and prevent penetration. Too late he realized why Melinda had spent so much care oiling and working his asshole. As Uncle Orion mugged for the crowd, inciting them to louder and louder verbal humiliations of the supposed guest of honor, John could only resign himself to defeat and groan miserably in disgrace. Pain burned in his ass as the older man’s long, thick cock slid slowly and deeply into his well lubed opening. As the four corner men stepped forward to firmly hold John’s wrists and ankles spread eagle, face down against the ground, John finally realized he had been set up, lured into a trap by his own cocky self-confidence and barely-contained animal lust. Uncle Orion pumped the younger man’s ass a few times to further shame his vanquished, helpless foe, slapping his ass for added effect. The crowd roared again in derision. From his position with his face pressed against the arena floor, John saw Pandora’s sexy high heels stepping toward him, stopping just inches from his face. He tried to turn his head toward her but could not, the corner men had him held tightly. He cried out in anger and shame. “How could you do this, you dirty fucking cunt! You set me up! Let me go this instant…I have rights…you’ll all be locked up!” Pandora squatted down in front of John, giving him a perfect view of her glistening, wet pussy. In truth, the more he yelled the wetter she got. “Did you forget so soon, you foolish man? You signed your rights away when you agreed to be bound by our laws. It wasn’t hard to tell what was going on in your head. You fantasized about raping those poor girls, underage girls as far as you knew. Now that the shoe is on the other foot you’re not so pleased with yourself. I bet you actually planned to fuck me to death, didn’t you?” John didn’t answer; he just glared and fumed, struggling futilely against the grasp of the four stronger men. “Why? What did ever I do to you, you stinking bitch?” “Me? Nothing really. This isn’t about me at all. You’ll see soon enough,” she said, standing and flattening her toga skirt. To the corner men she said, “Strap him to the dangling chair. You know the way I like them prepared,” she finished in a contemptuous snarl. “Oh, and use the large open ring gag. I may have a couple of gifts to put in his filthy mouth later.” The dangling chair, as she had called it, wasn’t really a chair at all, but more of an elaborate stainless steel frame with a leather sling harness hung beneath it from heavy chromium steel chains. Several of the leather clad male servants hefted the thing onto the stage, and once John was placed into it, his naked body was securely restrained with his torso upright and his knees bent nearly to his chest. In this position his balls dangled beneath him, exposed and vulnerable. His cock would have dangled too, except for the fact it was still hard as a rock. At first the position wasn’t too uncomfortable, but as he hung helpless the corner men adjusted the chains that held his legs, spreading them as wide as they would go, and then spreading them yet wider. The ring gag was a steel ring covered by a rubber mouthpiece. Once it was placed between the struggling captive’s lips, and the straps were tightened firmly, the gag kept his jaw wide open. The leather harness that held the gag in place had a number of steel rings attached. The corner men attached these to a series of small steel chains, and then threaded these chains through pulleys in the frame of the dangling chair, allowing both the orientation and freedom of movement of John’s head to be precisely determined. In fact, the whole dangling chair was deviously designed so that with a few turns of a selected crank, and a few clicks of a ratchet, the victim’s securely immobilized form could be twisted, contorted and held fast in nearly any way the controller desired. The final indignity was the attachment of the ball weights. The special ointments that that the two nubile attendants had applied in the private chamber had kept his balls fully distended throughout the ceremony, even though the night air was quite chilling. Calliope and Melinda stepped gracefully onto the stage to the applause of the crowd, each carrying purses. Calliope wordlessly squatted in front of John while Melinda moved behind him. The blonde grabbed his large balls, one in each hand, and remorselessly began to pull down. At first she just used the strength of her arms, but eventually she tipped forward onto her toes to apply her full weight against his scrotum. John moaned through the ring of the gag, a sound that emerged as a pathetic gargle. Tears formed on his cheeks, but dried quickly in the cool night air. When Calliope was satisfied that she had extracted every centimeter of elasticity from John’s scrotum, she nodded to her partner who reached forward with a hinged iron circlet and slipped the victim’s stretched skin through the narrow opening. Once in place, the redhead snapped the heavy ring closed with the sound and certainty of a deadbolt lock. Two eye-bolts protruded from the sides of the weight. Each girl attached a short, sturdy chain to the one of the rings and clipped a ten pound lead shot to the other end of the chain. For a pregnant moment, both girls cradled their weight at the height of the ball stretcher, leaving the chain slack. Melinda silently mouthed “one…two…three” and on three both dropped their weights. Hot pain impaled John from his crotch through his spine, to the base of his brain. He passed out; his final conscious thought was the certainty that his testicles had been torn from his body. The mostly female crowd cheered boisterously as the unconscious man hung in the dangling chair, his scrotum pendant, his balls bright red with abuse, but still attached. While he remained insensible, the hostess supervised the installation of a richly padded white divan and dozens of down pillows in the space on the stage directly before the dangling chair. John regained consciousness minutes later, amazed to feel the throbbing pain that indicated his balls were still in place, and more amazed that despite the humiliation, abuse and pain, his erection still persisted. Standing next to the divan, stroking his own impressive erection, was Uncle Orion. Pandora, outside of John’s limited gaze, announced to the crowd: “Orion claims the winner’s right to his choice of lovers from the audience. He has made his selection.” Calliope and Melinda stepped up again onto the stage. “It figures,” John thought. “That cunt Pandora used those two to lure me into this trap and now she’s going to make me watch as that vile uncle of hers pops their cherries.” As they approached the divan, though, the two young girls stepped aside to reveal the woman they had escorted from the audience. Resplendent in a shimmering white silk toga, her soft brown locks curled and bejeweled, her makeup carefully prepared, John at first did not identify the gorgeous woman who stood before him as Joy, his wife. When he did, and when both Orion and Pandora saw the look of recognition in his eyes, they escorted her wordlessly to the divan, where they lovingly removed her toga and caressed her curvaceous, nude body.