King: Cocksure

The Competition

Chapter XXXV

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This novel include graphic sex scenes, some involving minors, rape and forced sex. It is purely a fantasy and is not depicting real people or events. It is intended as a satire and is meant to be both funny and stimulating. The stories have a political slant as you will see. I hope you enjoy them. New chapters will be published as they are finished.

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“Petrovius?” the young woman called to the tall, broad-shouldered man standing in the shadows.
“Here, mistress,” the man said, leading a horse-drawn carriage out of the shadows. A light rain was falling slickening the cobblestone pavement.
“All is arranged,” he said.
“Excellent,” the woman said. “And you have chosen the men according to my specifications.”
“Yes, excellency, all big, burly giants selected from the legions and from the gladiator pits,” Petrovious said.
“And your name is not on the list,” the woman said with a tinge of regret in her voice. Valeria Messalina, empress of Rome, wife of Emperor Claudius, found her protector very attractive, even with that broken nose that pointed ever so slightly to the left. But like most leaders of my family throughout history, she preferred to have at least one person in her life who was off limits from her carnal instincts. For her, Petrovious was that person .
“Well, then, let us hurry along,” Valeria said. “I would not want Scylla to start without me and have to play catch up.”
The journey started on the wide boulevards near the Roman palace but ended in the narrow back alleys of the poorer neighborhoods of the Eternal City. Here was Valeria’s prized brothel she owned with a partner where frequently she staged orgies for rich patricians and her many lovers. She owned several around the city, but this brothel was outside the gaze of her husband who while feigning indifference, might not be so charitably inclined toward this night’s activities.
A crowd of rough-looking giants stood outside the brothel in the rain as Valeria disembarked from the carriage.
“You have chosen well, Petrovious.” she said as she took his hand. She studied the scarred and battle-toughened faces of the men her protector had selected. The men studied her as if she were cake and they were ravenous.
“Scylla is waiting inside, mistress,” Petrovious said as he escorted her toward the door. A large wax-impregnated canopy above protected her from the rain. Still, drops of rain stained her cheeks and the coolness of the night tinged them bright pink, betraying the excitement and anticipation she felt.
Petrovious escorted Valeria into a large room with a blazing fireplace that swept the room of the cold, forcing it into the shadowy corners. Perhaps 30 girls and a few men lounged around the perimeter of the room, their faces also blushed with anticipation, eyes glistening in the dim light.
The woman called Scylla stepped forward to greet the Empress.
“Excellency,” Scylla said. “I was not so sure you would show up tonight.”
“And lose a wager to the likes of you, Scylla?” Valeria said. “Unthinkable.”
“Tonight, I am prepared to go on until my pussy grows callused,” Scylla said. “Then I will flip over and let them rip asunder my back door.”
“Scylla, your pussy is already callused and diseased and your back door could let pass the entire 10th legion,” Valeria said. “My orifices will be sweetly perfumed long after your O-ring has slipped its mounts and gone rolling across the floor.”
“Brave talk for a whore who has lived her life in the plush confines of Claudius’ palaces,” Scylla laughed. “I understand even Claudius no longer seeks solace suckling your nipples.”
“I grew up poor and unloved like you,” Valeria said. “And you have no idea what I have seen…done…will do. Unlike you, I am more than a vessel for semen. Men actually enjoy my company…and my holes.”
“We will see about that,” Scylla said. “For motivation, I need only your promise that if I win, my girls and I will be allowed our freedom.”
“You have my promise, not that anything could ever free you girls from your wanton natures, your lust for cock and your laziness which leads you to believe that your living can only be earned on your backs or stomachs, asses thrust into the air,” Valeria said. “Even if you win your freedom, you will never escape the essentials of your nature.”
“Let the competition begin then,” Scylla said. “Lonokus, read the rules that have been negotiated.”
Lonokus, a dwarf in a toga and brass helmet, stepped forward to read from a scroll.
“As the parties to this agreement have both so stated, each party shall allow full penetration of her vaginal and anal regions by men selected and prepared by the lengths and girths of their shafts,” Lonokus read. “The competition shall be to see who can handle the most penetrators during the course of an evening and morning of the next day. To count, a man must at a minimum make 10 thrusts into the hole of his hosts’ choice. It is not necessary that the man must ejaculate, however, when a man does ejaculate, the woman shall be given two extra points. The size of the man’s penis shall also count for extra points on the following scale: six-inches (the minimum): 1 point. Six to eight inches: 2 points. Nine to 11 inches: 3 points. 12 to 15 inches: 4 points, 16 or more inches, 5 points. The competition shall end, when one party declares herself no longer able to continue or failing that, the competitor with the most combined points by noon of the next day.”
After that, there were a variety of tie breakers: Most semen secretions collected, most total pipe accepted, variety of positions as determined by judges, most creativity in stimulating the males, and so on. Nothing was left to chance. Neither woman wanted to go through the evening and merely tie.
Of course, the rules meant many scorekeepers had to be on hand to document what transpired.
“Okay, young man, pull up your tunic so we can measure your vitals,” the physician Verobulus told the first mope in line outside in the rain. Raising his tunic, the man looked down to see a look of amazement on Verobulus’s face.
Turning to a young girl kneeling next to him, Verobulous motioned to her and said: “Okay, my dear, see what you can do with that.” The girl began sucking on the large appendage swinging in front of her delicate face. Soft lips caressed the flaccid tube and soon brought it to life.
“Five pointer if ever I’ve seen one,” Verobulous said to his fellow judges. “Don’t you all agree?”
“Rome has much reason to be proud, Verobulous,” Senator Benetricula, a fellow judge said, shaking his head vigorously. It was well known in the Senate that Benetricula cast a wide stance in the restrooms and bathhouses.
“Hear that, boy,” Verobulous said. “Be proud. Now get in there and make us prouder.”
Verobulous looked up to see the beefy, brawler obviously pleased with himself. The face was bisected by a large scar that went from his left ear to his right chin. Obviously, someone with a sword had attempted to slice the mope’s head in half and almost succeeded.
“My god, boy, we should grant two extra points for having to look at that face of yours,” Verobulous said. “Now go before I lose my supper.”
Inside, the two competitors lay in repose, legs widespread, genitals revealed. Attendants prepared them for the marathon, providing food, drink and extra pillows when requested. Others stood to the side preparing for keeping score. Some would count the number of men. Others would count the number of thrusts. Still others would award points based on member size, technique and so on.
Both side had its own judges and scorekeepers but both sides had to agree on the number of points to be awarded for any points at all to be awarded. Unwittingly, the two competitors, in an effort to be fair to the other side, had opened themselves up to a lot of controversy and dispute.
Valeria looked over at Scylla reclining on her mat and chided her again.
“Scylla, you might wish to close your thighs for now lest the fragrance of Hades escape to kill us all,” she said. “Or perhaps the fires of Vesuvius will entomb us.”
“Have you warned your suitors of the snarling night beasts that take refuge in your nether regions, Valeria?” Scylla said. “Some may not wish to go ‘in’ unarmed. At least, grant them the power to carry a trident.”
Unaware that a large crowd was assembling outside to take and make bets on the evening’s activities, the women continued to banter in this fashion until their first riders trundled into place between their legs.
“Empress Valeria, this young man is Viran Dedaelus, a champion in the coliseum,” Petrovious told her . “Judges have agreed he is a five pointer and I selected him personally because women have told me of his sexual prowess. He is to be your first.”
“Welcome aboard, Viran,” Valeria said. “Have you informed him, Petrovius , of the rules?”
“Yes, mistress, but I will do so again,” Petrovious said. Turning to face the scarred Viran, he said:
“You understand that when the Empress says you must stop, do so instantly under penalty of losing your head. You will have at least 10 thrusts of your loins to reach climax. If the Empress feels you are close to climax or she is enjoying your attention, she may grant you additional time. But when she says, get off, you will do so or my sword will be waiting here to separate your head from your shoulders. Understood?”
Viran nodded enthusiastically.
“Your highness,” he said, looking down at Valeria. “This is the first time I have mounted royalty.”
“Let us hope you are up to the occasion,” Valeria said, “and not just a royal pain in my ass.”
At the sound of a chime, Viran began pumping his hips, his hairy backside clenching.
“Don’t stop at 10 Viran,” she told him. “I want you to flood me with your seed. Keep going until I tell you to stop.”
“Yes mistress,” he grunted. She wiped beads of sweat from his forehead.
“Do women call you ugly because of your scars, Viran?” Valeria said. She traced the scar that bisected Viran’s face with her fingers. “I don’t find you ugly at all. I enjoy men of violence, men who can and have defended themselves.”
“I have defeated many enemies in battle,” Viran told her, “but I have paid a terrible price.”
“Yes,” Valeria said, “but here in my womb, find pleasure and peace.”
Viran exploded and Valeria felt the first life-giving force of the evening flush into her moist tunnel. From this, she would derive energy.
“Thank you, Viran,” she screamed. “Thank you sooooo much.”
From across the room, Valeria could hear Scylla screaming in ecstasy as well. After the first round, the women were in a virtual dead heat, heat being the operative word. As soon as the mopes clambered off, attendants rushed forward to collect the fluids and clean the vaginal tracts of the women.
“I will enjoy being the sole owner of this establishment and having you and the girls here as sexual slaves,” Valeria called to Scylla.
“I should never have accepted you as a partner,” Scylla said. “From the beginning, you treated us as slaves. I am determined that no rich patrician bitch can come to our abode and prove herself a superior whore than we who must live this life.”
“Someone, please stick a cock in this whore’s mouth and gag her into silence,” Valeria said.
Petrovious started to move forward to grab one of the “suitors” to carry out the wishes of his mistress.
“No, Petrovious, I am making a joke,” Valeria laughed. “We must play within the rules we agreed to. I will have her mouth stuffed with thousands of cocks when this competition is complete. Until then, we play fair.”
“Yes, Empress,” Petrovious said.
The competition began anew as suitors one after the other stepped up to pump their fluids into the writhing women. They mounted, splashed their contribution and moved on. Scylla seemed intent on getting the men up and off of her as fast as possible. She evidently planned to win on sheer numbers of men alone. Valeria’s strategy was more deliberate. She took time with each “suitor,” caressed and complimented them and urged them to “flood” her with semen.
“How am doing?” Valeria asked Petrovious
“Mistress, you are falling gravely behind in the number of men,” he warned her. “I fear you won’t catch up.”
He wiped the sweat off her brow.
“I know what I am doing,” she told Petrovious. “That last orgasm was more intense than the first. We will not change our strategy.”
Petrovious could only agree.
Outside, Verobulous continued to measure cocks and award points.
“That manservant of Valeria sure knew what he was doing when he picked peckers,” he told Senator Benetricula.
“My gosh, he did didn’t he?” Benetricula said. “When this is all over, do you suspect I can get a list of her ‘patrons’ for myself?”
“Senator, can you please compose yourself for the good of the Republic,” Verobulous said. “If I find you standing there open mouthed one more time acting as though you’d like to devour every mass of meat revealed to you, I will have to ask that you leave at once.”
Suddenly, from within the building there was a swish, shwack and something fell with a thud to the ground, a noise punctuated by screams. A round, bloody object came rolling out into the street to the astonishment of the crowd.
Petrovious stepped out into the dark mist.
“Let that be a lesson to all of you who do not dismount my lady when asked to do so,” he shouted. The face on the skull lying in the street was frozen in horror.
“But captain, that man was not slow to dismount,” one of Petrovius’s men whispered to him as they returned to the building.
“A lesson was required,” Petrovious said. “I cannot speed milady, but these idiots must learn to reach climax faster or she will lose.”
The pace did pick up a bit after that “lesson.”
Valeria looked over to see Scylla on her knees with her butt aimed toward the ceiling.
“Ah, Scylla, you are already willing to surrender your booty, and the evening is still young,” Valeria called to her.
Scylla moaned.
“I am merely offering an alternative route to those who grow tired of the less scenic path,” Scylla said.
“If you mean your ass is more scenic than your front hole, it is only because no one can see your face with it buried in pillows,” Valeria said.
“Empress, perhaps your tongue will not be so sharp when I force you to clean my shit hole with it,” Scylla said.
“Scylla, by the time we are done tonight, I will be able to drive up your shit hole in my chariot and wave to the mob,” Valeria said.
After a short break, the competition renewed.
“We are running short of long men,” Senator Benetricula wailed.
“Not so proud of Rome now are you, Senator?” Verobulous muttered. “Dispatch men to the prisons to round up more long-peckered prisoners even if they be not Roman. Release them from their shackles if you must.”
“Yes sir,” one of the guards said. He rushed off in the direction of the prison, his sandals slapping the cobblestones as he departed.
“What will become us if we fail?” Benetricula cried.
“Valeria is known as the devourer of men and Scylla is just as vindictive,” Verobulous said. “If we run out of cocks before we sate their appetites, our heads will be on poles outside the gates of Rome.”
“Can’t we just return men who have already been in battle to the combat fields?” Benetricula asked, plaintively.
“See how each man is marked with paint as they exit?” Vebobulous said. “The rules are one deposit, no returns. If the women even suspected we were doubling up, we would be lion feed in the coliseum.”
“Claudius would never allow it,” Benetricula said. “I am a respected Senator.”
“There is no such thing as a respected Senator in this Republic,” the physician shouted at him. “Get hold of yourself, man. Claudius will grind your bones as fast as mine. How much money do you think he has riding on this affair. Rumor is he bet all the gold in his coffers.”
“But I thought he was not to know about this contest,” Benetricula said.
“Claudius with no knowledge of his wife’s activities and no bets on her ass?” Verubulous said. “What kind of fool are you, Senator?”
“A soon to be dead Senator, I fear.”
Valeria had closed her eyes to rest momentarily but was surprised when she looked up again.
“Benetricula, et tu?” she said.
“I am sorry Empress but I wanted to do everything in my power to make sure you have sufficient resources at your disposal tonight,” the Senator said. “My contribution while not large will nonetheless extend your activity while more grandiose resources are rounded up.”
“But I thought that you…” Valeria began to say.
“Was not so inclined,” he said. “Yes, on that score you are most assuredly correct, however, all of us must contribute to the grandeur that is Rome when called.”
“How can you even begin to…?”
“Indeed, a problem, however I am hoping you will turn over on your stomach and allow me access to the rear hole to which I am more accustomed.”
“And you will pretend that I am a man?” said Valeria.
“This, highness, would be my fervent wish, not to impugn your womanliness in any way,” Benetricula said.
“And where is Dr. Verebulous?” Valeria said.
“Hello, Empress, at your service,” Verebulous called from his perch atop Scylla.
“He is making his contribution to Roman excellence as well,” Benetricula said.
“I have entered this battle naked and nearly disarmed,” Verobulous said. “Still, I charge forward with my stubby sword hoping to conquer new territory for the empire.”
Benetricula screamed suddenly.
“I should not have been thinking about men,” he cried. “I saw, I conquered and I came…but prematurely.”
“No matter how short the hose or how strong the stream,” Valeria said, “it all adds to my point total.”
The cocks were crowing when Scylla realized the obvious. Her early lead had diminished and Valeria was still going strong. The more cocks she took, the stronger Valeria became.
“You can stop now, Valeria,” Scylla called out in considerable pain. “It’s morning and I’m beaten. I can take no more. I miscalculated in trying to go as fast as I could with so many men early on. I wore myself to a frazzle. I fear both my vagina and my butt are not only callused but calcified.”
“No, Scylla,” Valeria said. “I began this competition to prove a point and I intend to see it to completion. Quit if you must but I go on. Besides, my orgasms are too legit to quit.”
It was nearly dark of the next day when Valeria let Petrovious’ men return her in her carriage to the palace. Petrovious stayed behind to settle up with Scylla.
“Okay, big man, it is over,” she said. “What I heard Valeria say is that my girls and I will be choking down cock for a long time, not an altogether unpleasant prospect. So what, are you to be the first?”
“This document bearing Valeria’s seals turns over the full ownership of the building and this business to you and your girls,” Petrovious said. “It also grants you full freedom and safe passage to any part of the empire.”
“But she won…” Scylla said. “She pounded us into the earth or rather was pounded herself. Why would she?”
“My mistress is often misunderstood,” Petrovious said. “She has nothing but good intentions for people, but she is extremely competitive and driven. She saw the chance here to accomplish something that might be remembered in history. Once she achieved her personal best, she had nothing else to prove and no reason to harass you.”
“But her reputation for avarice, cruelty and sexual perversion?”
“The latter is well deserved,” Petrovious said. “But the first two items are contrived on her part. Here in Rome, money and fear are power and she wields it better than any man I ever have seen. If her reputation did not proceed her, she would be devoured herself. She grew up not knowing her parents, unsure even who they were. Even as a child, the vultures circled.
“You must remember that she was betrothed to Claudius at 15. She has been forced to grow up quickly in a hostile environment. She has survived Caligula, Nero, and their cruelty and perversions are legendary. Small wonder then that she chooses to wield the whip rather than be its victim.”
“I never realized before,” Scylla said.
“Accept her benevolence but tell no one,” Petrovious said. “She is a good, if slightly off-center person. My job is to protect her from her carnal desires.”
“But why?”
“Because…she once did me a great service and because, I love her.”
“It must have driven you mad to watch her here this night and day,”
“More than you can imagine,” Petrovious sighed.
“And let you let her go on,” Scylla said.
“With every man, I imagined it was me,” he said.
“No wonder you killed that poor fellow.”
“If I could, I would have killed them all.”
Petrovious gathered his cloak to leave.
“Petrovious, before you go I have a question,” Scylla said.
“Yes, how can I assist?” he said.
“No assistance required,” she said. “It is just that when all was said and done, I lost count of the numbers. How many?
“What is the distance between Rome and Carthage?” he said, and turned and walked sadly out the door.
Scylla rolled up the scroll Petrovious gave and returned to her room. Being a whore wasn’t so bad when you had a choice. She enjoyed her job and when healed, would return to it with enthusiasm.