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“THE FALL OF URSUS” BY PATT1861, ILLUSTRATED BY TERACLES Posted on September 16, 2018by aquadude2001
CHAPTER 10: ESCAPE
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Ursus was aware immediately that only four guards held him captivenow.
They led him from the mill to the stables – slowly of course for he was fettered – but eventually they brought him indoors. The air stank of horses and hay littered the floor beneath his feet. Manure was raked into piles to the side of the wooden structure and the smell was overpowering. They led him to the centre of the room and motioned for him to remain there. As he stood there, the only words that he could think to himself were that now, only four men held him captive here. He was shielded from Tiberius and Magnus’s guards by being indoors now – 3 days ago he could have taken on 20 of their best henchmen without a problem – he was a legend – a demi-god – but in his weakened state he was vulnerable – what other option did he now have though. None. He had to take them down. Somehow. He looked around him and assessed the situation as much as his exhausted mind could. The guards began to remove his manacles that held his hands behind his back – his ankles however still chained. He lowered his head – at the moment when he felt his left wrist free, suddenly he jabbed forward with a punch, his hand balled into a weapon of deadly force – and launched it at the face of the guard nearest to him. The man went out cold – the other three remaining for a fraction of a second stood immobile in shock but Ursus, champion warrior that he was, wasted not one second and parried with a left hook to another guard – and in a few moves of his mighty arms – all four men layat his feet.
He bent forward and grabbed the key to his ankle chains that were attached to the belt of one of the prone men and wasting no time, unlocked his ankles. As he bent down, he felt his vulnerability, his nakedness – his asshole open for show. But, he was unbound. Naked and pierced as he was, he intended to now escape. He opened the stable door a fraction and glanced into the fields beyond – they seemed empty – maybe it was late in the day – how long had he been toiling at the mill for? Hours? With not a second to lose, he sprinted off – leaping over the first stone wall that stood in his way, his massive cock swaying before him. It was hard to run as his tit rings swayed and bounced, but he tried to avoid the thought as his mighty body took step after step, the machine that was Ursus in full working order again – exhausted but free. He leapt over another wall and made for the safety of a nearby copse of woods, only stopping to catch his breath when covered by the dense foliage. He fell to his knees by a pool and thrust his head forward, lapping up the cool water like a beast – sluicing his mighty chest of his mansweat, yet all the time reminded of the cruel rings in his tits at the same time. And then he stood again – surveying his options. His bare feet were smarting already from his run – he needed some kind of sandals, a cloth to cover his manhood – running was too painful when you were as as big as Ursus – his mighty balls, released from their tight cord swung low and heavy. But for now, he had to get as far away from the villa as possible. He began to run again, feeling the tall grass beneath him whipping at his naked thighs, feeling the adrenalin of movement that had been denied him – yes he had laboured, but not exercised, made his body work as only Ursus could. His muscles felt renewed, oxygen pumped to every part of him…his pectorals heaved all the time, swaying, bouncing, making his rings knock against him cruelly. But he was free. Suddenly, he started. He could hear a tremor in the ground beneath his feet. Horses. Fuck, he cursed. Someone had already raised the alarm. He started to run again, fast. The sweat now running from his hairline and coursing across his mighty back. He had to escape. Was it dogs he could hear barking? Had they released dogs to track him down? Like an animal hounded and tracked. Fuck them – they would not catch him, heswore.
His breathing was ragged – each step causing the rings to tear at his tits, keeping him hard – his cock bobbing before him again. Fuck them, he cursed. The pursuers were close – he could hear the sound of horses again, men calling towards each other and then, as if from the heavens themselves, a net fell from somewhere above and he stumbled to the floor. There were about twenty men on horseback, Magnus in front. They had thrown a weighted net on him, bringing their quarry down, and as Ursus tried to rip the net apart with his mighty hands, ready to attack them, he felt the tip of a spear at his throat and looked up at Magnustowering above him.
‘Have we been inhospitable to you Ursus’ he asked with a sneer. Why do you run from us. We are your masters now’. ‘Or did you plan this for our sport – our entertainment. Where will you run to whore? There is no villa for 30 vests round here’. ‘Guards – bind the muscle cunt again. Chain him tight or you will meet the same fate as the four who let this animal escape’. Ursus was made to stand – the guards, with several spears trained on him – at his throat, tits, back – removed the net slowly – releasing an arm first- then the other and they positioned a wide leather collar around his neck – with manacles attached to it for his wrists. When the collar was fastened tight round his massive neck, he suddenly felt the fight leave him. It was over. He had escaped and been recaptured. Now he was their prisoner again. They placed his wrists to the collar – his pits clear for all to see, his mighty biceps forced into submission and swollen like rocks. He realized his cock was hard and felt shame. What had happened to him. Ursus. Son of Hercules. Magnus saw the mighty cock dribbling precum and sneered. ‘Oh Ursus, we have such plans for you tonight – that cock of yours is going to know such torture’. He stood before the men on horseback – once more a slave. Waiting to be marched back to the villa. Before him he noticed a sort of plough brought by three of the guards – it had what looked like a huge phallus at one end, made of knotted wood – beginning smaller and then flaring to a huge width. The wood was carved into every increasing round spherical shapes. The phallus was attached to a sort of plough apparatus with two large wheels that could be driven by a man behind. Ursus felt his stomach turn to water with dread of what they planned now. With no words, They took the phallus behind him and positioned it beneath his arse – forcing it into the man without any ceremony. He could hear laughter behind him as men watched – he felt hands on his shoulders forcing him down and then he felt the wood as it went inside him. Deep. He could feel each of the wooden balls as they became larger, bigger, filling his rectum, making him squat before them. He cried in pain yet they merely glanced and laughed at his exertion to accommodate the phallus. To force him lower they tugged at his tit rings and made him squat low, his thighs trembling with every inch of wood in him. He felt it so deep – so deep in his hole. Finally it was in and a hand slapped his arse to tighten hisanus.
Magnus walked behind him and lifted the handle that the phallus was attached to – it stretched behind Ursus maybe a meter or so – Ursus could not see as he was facing forward and looking into the faces of the guards who were laughing and joking. Wheels were attached to the central beam which would be steered by a handle now in Magnus’s hands. The handle could move up and down, and so Magnus had complete control of Ursus by using the fuck stick to lift him higher or lower as they walked him back to the villa. Ursus felt the phallus lift inside him and he stood also – he was held as a horse – a bull – controlled by a stick in his arse that could make him do anything. He then felt a sharp lash on his shoulders – Magnus held a switch in his hands and lashed it as he would ahorse.
‘Move pony. Lets make you trot fast back to Tiberius. YourMaster’.
And with that, another lash came and Ursus moved ahead – the pole in his arse cruelly directing him forward – steering him in agony – hitting his pleasure spot and making him cry out in exquisite pain – they moved fast and then slow – Magnus calling out to his soldiers and the workers they passed – they took the long route back – using the dirt roads to make Ursus feel the pain on his feet – all the time using the handle to lift and move Ursus forward. Sweat ran freely now – all the way down the God’s back and Magnus watched with joy as it trickled into the crevice of the man – above thosearse dimples.
Men walked alongside – occasionally pulling on a tit ring to garner favour with Magnus – the procession moved ever forwards – the sun setting slowly. Every now and then Magnus would lash out with the whip – enjoying the welts it left on the slaves back. He longed to fuck the cunt of Ursus – the cunt so widely stretched now – and as the sun set on the day, he could barely wait to return and chain Ursus in the villa – between the pillars of the pleasure room that he and Tiberius had designed themselves. The room where he and Tiberius would begin their night of pleasure._RELATED_
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Brasilianer on September 16, 2018 at 11:20 pmsaid:
A wonderful new interlude. You really know how to increase the tension more and more until the night finally begins with Toberius, the Ursus was promised. I hope he will enjoy all the torments this night and later in Rome. Now let the games begin. Good luck Muscle bullReply ↓
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Brasilianer on September 17, 2018 at 12:24 amsaid:
A wonderful new interlude. You really know how to increase the tension more and more until the night finally begins with Toberius, the Ursus was promised. I hope he will enjoy all the torments this night and later in Rome. Now let the games begin. Have fun, Muscle bullReply ↓
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ndrsll on March 10, 2019 at 1:39 amsaid:
Great chapter!
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