Roman Soldier

Mario took a few grateful breaths through his nose when he finally had a moment for his brain to catch up. He moaned around the man’s heavy cock and wrapped a hand around himself, giving himself a slow handjob to keep from coming without permission. His other hand did go down to his balls, though, teasing them just a little, and his eyes fluttered shut as he let himself enjoy being nothing but the soldier’s slut.

Mario’s face reddened when he realized he’d been caught touching himself. He waited for the slap to come, his lips protectively wrapped over his teeth, but it didn’t come. Instead, he heard the order, and he did as he was told. He knew people were watching, but he didn’t hesitate to pull his cock out over the waistband of his shorts, his balls pushing the fabric back in against his body as his cock stood rigidly at attention. He thought better of touching it again, though, and returned his focus to bobbing his head on the thick cock in his mouth.

Mario gave as much of a nod as he could manage with the soldier’s cock sliding in and out of his throat, but before long, he couldn’t move at all. He was just there for his mouth to be used, and that thought alone almost brought him to his own orgasm. He moaned around the cock fucking into his mouth and let one hand slip down his body to give his own cock just a little bit of relief.

Mario couldn’t respond to the soldier’s commentary, not with the way his cock was fucking in and out of his throat. He could barely think of anything beyond catching his breath and how hot it would be to be turned into the Roman Emperor’s personal slut. Tears–good tears–sprung to his eyes as he moaned around the man’s cock, and he let him take his pleasure in him however he wanted.

The soldier’s praise made Mario speed up his blow job. The thought of serving all of those soldiers made his own cock leak, and he could feel his shorts sticking to his body. He hoped that all of the soldiers were just as well-built and good-looking as this one. Keeping his jaw as open as he could, he bobbed his head on the soldier’s cock like his life depended on it.

Mario whimpered as the soldier mentioned and touched his aching cock. He definitely wanted more attention there, but the soldier was right. His needs were secondary. He couldn’t respond, though, not with the man’s cock in his mouth, and that was okay. He could just show him how much he agreed by wrapping his tongue around the man’s thick length, which is exactly what he did. He hummed happily around him and took him in deeper again, happy to be of service.

“Thank you!” Mario grinned at the praise until he was slapped by the man’s thick member. His mouth dropped open in surprise, and his own cock throbbed in his shorts. He blinked a couple of times in his shock before opening his mouth wide again and trying to restart the blow job, if the soldier would let him.

Mario hummed around the cock in his mouth as a way to acknowledge that he’d heard the order. He sucked in a deep breath through his nose before lowering his mouth around the soldier’s cock further. He took him in as deep as he could manage before pulling back off again. “Like that?” he asked, licking his lips as he looked up at the muscular man. “Mario’s good at taking care of pipes.”

Mario bit back the Yes, Sir! that immediately came to the tip of his tongue. Marks weren’t supposed to play into the evening, and regardless of his own mark, the soldier in front of him simply exuded Dominance. He slid down to his knees on the floor and mouthed at the man’s cock through the tiny bit of fabric that was covering him up. After a few seconds, he pulled the fabric away to give him access to what he really wanted. He moaned softly at the sight before kissing the tip. Smiling shyly up at the soldier, he opened his mouth wide and began to lower his lips down around the hard shaft.

Gomez’s eyes lit up. He eyed the sword in admiration. “A duel!? I love a duel…but drat, my dueling sword is back home. Perhaps we could bare knuckle fight instead?” He was gleeful at the idea. “Gomez Addams, good Sir, and who might you be?”

Cyrano stopped short a smirk crossing his lips as he rested his hand on the hilt of his sword where it rested in it’s scabbard. “The King of France and his Army my naked friend. And whom do you serve and why can they not get you proper attire for the inclement weather? At this rate your nether regions will be nothing but shriveled up prunes.” 

“Mario is a very good boy!” Mario replied, standing up a bit straighter. “But if you need to see proof of that, well…” He tilted his head to one side. “I can always show you just how good I can be!”

Mario stopped in his tracks, his hands shooting up into the air to show that he wasn’t armed. He needed to find the right kind of mushroom, and stat. “It’s just a me!” he said, his voice pitched a bit higher than normal. “Mario!” He let his eyes wander down the soldier’s torso, and he licked his lips absently. “Who am I pledging my allegiance to, now?”

The party was just starting when he arrived to the place. He always liked parties and having fun, but a masquerade was even more intriguing, it was like a new start for all of them. He was wearing black leather pants, so tight that his crotch was outlined visibly, a black shirt and a long leather coat, he was a vampire hunter. He carried a belt with some stakes and water, hoping the look was complete. He walked towards the bar and looked at the bartender “A whisky” he simply said, his voice almost a growl, ready to hunt.