Gay Roman Fantasy – Caelius and his Slaves ep 3

The air thickens with lust as Caelius surveys his chained slaves, their sculpted bodies glistening under torchlight. Hungry eyes meet—the tension unbearable—before he claims the first with a fierce, bruising kiss. Hands grip sweat-slicked muscles, fingers digging into trembling thighs as mouths explore hungrily. The slaves moan into Caelius’s rough touch, their cocks throbbing against his relentless hands. Then, the primal shift: knees buckle, backs arch, and the slick slap of skin echoes as Caelius takes them raw, driving deep into each quivering hole. Groans turn to growls—a chorus of need—as he pounds them doggystyle, then bends them over the marble altar, their muscles flexing under his control. Every thrust is punishment and pleasure, the slaves begging for more until Caelius finally erupts, painting their backs with hot streaks. Their own climaxes follow—violent, gasping releases—leaving them spent, sticky, and desperate for his next command.