“Rejoice, fellow men of Culture, for Bacchus reigns! Behold my spoils, and let none say Scrotumius Flaccidus fails to sate your desires on this most holiest of days!” -with these words our generous patron had started the feast. It was the first time I joined the Bacchanalia, a riot of wine and flesh. And truly, his lavish hand could not have offered us finer spoils; before us stretched a gallery of maidens fair - blondes with hair like spun gold, brunettes agleam with chestnut sheen, ebonies dark as Styx’s flow - none had yet known a man, most had not even had their first tide of venus yet. We men grabbed them and set to our revels as however fancy struck. Soon, joyous jests flew, drowning out the slave girls tender moans, cries and pleas for mercy. My dear friend Ballsackus Maximus roared: “Futuo ergo sum!” while enjoying the rump of the first virgin he and I shared. Another barked, “Stilla iacta est!”, I shouted, “Veni, vidi, veni vehementus!” as I released my first seed for the night into the lifeless slave girls head. Then in unison we cheered in honour of our host: “Ave Patron! Venturi vehementer te salutant!”. Phallos Megallos, the Greek, skipped the banter - too busy spilling a chalice filled with a mixture of wine and another girl’s blood over his chosen maiden’s head, grinning like a fool, toying with her like a cat with a mouse - their difference in size not too far off from it. That night surpassed all I’d known. I’d had seven girls, maybe more—I can’t be sure; the wine lay too heavy on my head in the days after, as did the maiden's most delicate parts in my stomach, but it was every bit worth it and but the first of many such feasts I would attend in my life… " - excerpt from the memoirs of Biggus Dickus the Elder, probably™


...Aaaand the last post for now, also one which I had already uploaded on ATF, so sorry if you've already seen it. Like the other pic I had intended to just wait a week or two before posting it here but a few days after posting this over there I had to go to the hospital. So it is a wee bit late for the occasion (as the Bachanalia was used to be celebrated in march) but as with all my other "elon-time" infested stuff: better late than never. 😅