'A DAY AT THE GAMES': 2012

NAKED ROMAN BOXERS - Perseus and Nerva

Naked, well-hung and well-muscled boxers were a popular feature of a day at the Games and the first fights

of the day, in Grachus' Private Arena, were the boxing matches.

Ancient Greek Naked Boxers

Cretan Naked Boy Boxers

The Romans had taken over the sport of Boxing from the Greeks, and like the Greeks, the Roman boxers fought completely naked.

Because of the Romans' problems with nudity, and the fact that most of the boxers were very well-muscled and very 'well-hung', they were considered, by most Romans, to be the 'lowest of the low' in the 'pecking order' of the arena. This was very much because the Romans had inherited from the Greeks the peculiarly Greek view of male physical beauty, in which large muscles and large genitals were considered to be a sign of primitive barbarity and licentiousness.

Perseus poses naked

The two boxers in question, for his fight, were Perseus and Nerva.
Perseus was slightly older than Nerva, and was a huge specimen: very tall, and with massively bulging muscles.
He had very blond hair, blue eyes and rugged features.
His whole, massive body was completely shaved and oiled, except for his curly, blond pubic 'bush', and his arm-pits.

The younger boxer, Nerva, was decidedly more handsome that his taller opponent, and had black, curly hair. Like Perseus, Nerva had been completely shaved and oiled, except for under his arms, and his neatly trimmed, oiled, combed and 'fluffed' dark pubic 'bush'.

Perseus

As in most boxing contests the fighters were supervised by a referee, who was an older slave who was a trainer, and who had probably been a boxer at one time, but had been successfully retired from fighting – a rare achievement in Grachus' arena.

The referee wore a Greek style, ankle-length robe, which covered one shoulder, and carried a cane, which he used to beat any boxer who infringed the rules.

Unlike the Pankration, and the gladiatorial contests, where there were effectively no rules, in boxing the rules, which had been inherited from the Greeks, were quite complicated.

The boxers were not allowed to use any other part of the body to fight with except their fists, forearms and elbows.
Blows could only be aimed at the upper part of the body, and blows were not permitted below he waist.

A boxer who was unable to stand could not be hit, so there was no fighting on the ground.

These rules meant that for many in the crowd the boxing was not a very interesting sport.

There was some bloodshed, of course, as the boxers did not wear gloves but rather, cestae, which were leather straps, which in some cases had lead studs embedded in them, and could inflict horrific injuries.

In Grachus' arena he employed the simple leather cestae, plus cestae with lead studs, and occasionally cestae with steel spikes.

When the spikes were used, the fights were usually short, with the defeated boxer losing his eyes, getting his arms and chest ripped, and in many cases being defeated by having his belly sliced open, and ending up screaming and squirming on the sand, disemboweled, with his steaming guts hanging out of his hideously ripped belly.

THE AFTERMATH

Coming into the arena everyone's attention was immediately drawn to the body hanging from the arena wall.
It was the corpse of a huge, blond boy, totally naked.
The boy's blood-stained body was completely shaved, apart from his shock of golden hair and, lower, his thick 'bush' of curly pubic hair.
The body, now pale with lack of blood, gleamed with sweat, and the ridged bulging belly, and muscular thighs, were spattered and stained with dried semen.
Between the boy's legs was a thick, wooden baton that had obviously been rammed up into the lad's anus, and deep into his guts.
Where one would have expected to see the young lad's genitals there was just a bloody stump - all that was left of his 'privates'.
The boy's head hung down, and between the parted, swollen lips poked the shiny, purple bulge of his 'cock-head', from which hung a thin string a semen.
The boy's cheeks bulged, and it was obvious that his well-filled scrotum, as well as his penis, and had been rammed into his mouth.

And if you want to know how the boy called Perseus ended up with his balls and his cock cut off, a baton rammed up his arse, and his body spattered with spunk - then read on -

THE FIGHT

The two big boxers entered the arena to the cheers of the crowd.
In the fight between Perseus and Nerva, however, the ordinary leather cestae were to be used, as Grachus wanted the winning boxer to survive without being too badly marked.

While the more sophisticated individuals in the audience feigned disinterest in the heavily muscled, and obscenely 'well-hung' naked fighters, the plebeians, (lower orders), looked forward to seeing these big 'horny studs' slugging it out in the arena

Perseus and Nerva 'square-up'

Perseus and Nerva started to 'square-up' to each other while the bearded ref reminded them briefly of the rules.

The two boxers then started fighting while young Lysus, the defeated & castrated boxer form the previous bout, still struggled fitfully as he hung from the arena-wall, and Pugnax, the victor of the previous fight, looked on, (their story will be featured later).

As the naked boxers sparred, their big pricks and heavy balls jerked and swung about obscenely, and the stimulation and excitement of fighting 'bollock-naked' soon got both fighters 'aroused' so that after a few minutes their huge stiff cocks were waving about.

Perseu lands a punch to Nerva's head

After 'trading' a few light punches, Perseus eventually landed a really hard punch to Nerva's head.

Repeated blows to Nerva's head

“Shit !”, Nerva grunted loudly, as his head jerked back.
Then the handsome, dark-haired lad slowly crumpled to his knees - not 'knocked-out', but very dazed.

Like Pugnax before him, Perseus then deliberately broke the rules by grabbing Nerva's arm, in order to hold him.

“Shit ! Le'go !” , Nerva screamed, as Perseus then slammed his completely helpless opponent with repeated blows to his head.

The referee immediately gave Perseus a stern warning, and it was obvious, from the expression on the ref's face, that he was sick and tired of young boxers breaking the rules, and turning his boxing matches into Pankration wrestling sessions.

At first it seemed that Perseus was following the referee's instructions, as he released Nerva's arm, and stopped punching him.

Nerva is punched in the balls

The big blond boxer, however, had no intention of following the rules, and he then pushed Perseus on to his back, spun him round on the sand, and then pulled him up by one ankle.

Perseus, of course, was incredibly strong, and he had no trouble in pulling Nerva right up, so that only the boy's shoulders are on the sand.

Nerva was then hanging upside down, with his legs spread wide, and guessed almost immediately what Perseus was going to do next.

“Shit no ! Don't fuckin' do it !”, Nerva screamed, but Perseus ignored his helpless opponent, and landed a devastating blow to Nerva's hairy groin, horribly squashing the young lad's smooth bulky balls.

“Cunt !“, Nerva squealed, as he writhed up obscenely. “My fuckin' bollocks - they're fucked !”, Nerva groaned as Perseus landed a second blow to the squirming boy's balls.
As the second crushing blow landed, young Nerva partly lost control of his bladder, and a thin stream of piss jetted from his rapidly shrinking penis and splashed down onto his muscular, ridged belly, and then flowed down to the huge slab of flesh that formed one his pectoral muscles.
Immediately the referee landed his cane on Perseus' shoulder, and called in an armed arena-slave to stop the fight.

Perseus, realized that the ref intended to impose the rules strictly, and so he released Nerva, who dropped back on to the sand, his stiff prick having shrunk immediately to a tiny, wrinkled sausage, as he clutched at his crushed balls with his gloved hands, squirming in naked and rather wet agony, while the crowd cheered ecstatically.

While Nerva managed to get to his knees, and squat on the sand, groaning and nursing his aching balls with his gloved hands, the referee gave Perseus a good 'dressing down', telling him that he was now going to give Nerva a 'free hand', and that if Perseus tried to resist he would be immediately 'finished-off' by being speared by an arena-slave.

With a spear pointed menacingly at his groin, Perseus realised that it was useless to argue, an meekly allowed himself to be pushed down onto his knees on the sand.

At this point the crowd were getting really excited, as they now would have the opportunity to see one boxer having a 'free hand' to 'beat-up' his opponent, who would not be allowed to retaliate.

By the time Perseus had been forced down onto his knees, Nerva had managed to get to his feet, and out of earshot of Perseus, the referee told Nerva to give Perseus a brief beating, after which, if he could still get 'hard', he would be allowed to bugger his disgraced opponent, if he wanted to, and as a warning to the other boxer he would allow Perseus to be castrated and killed.

Nerva was more than satisfied.

Perseus is beaten

Although he preferred fucking young boys, he was quite happy to make a spectacle of himself if he meant that he could 'get his own back' by publicly humiliate his big, blond opponent.

Nerva, who by then was getting really 'horny' as he anticipated ramming his prick up Perseus' tight 'hole', then grabbed poor Perseus by the hair, and proceeded to beat his defenceless opponent round the head, while the referee slapped Perseus' stiff prick and balls with his cane, telling the naked boxer to get rid of his 'hard-on'.

Perseus, however, obviously had a masochistic streak, because, despite getting his head and his shaved balls beaten, he appeared to get even more 'horny' - with his huge, stiff cock swelling and straining upward !

Eventually the referee told young Nerva to stop, and called over an arena-slave to strip Perseus of his cestae and arm-guards.

Seeing Perseus stripped of even the little that he was wearing, so that he was truly stark naked, told the crowd that this particular boxer was 'finished', (any fighter who was stripped completely naked would eventually be killed in the arena) and the crowd watched even more intently as Perseus was ordered by the ref to 'jerk-off' in order to get relieved of his 'hard-on'.

As Perseus had been excruciatingly 'hard' for the whole of the fight, he was secretly relieved to be able to have an opportunity to 'spunk-up' and get rid of his erection, but of course to maintain his dignity and masculinity he loudly protested to the ref.

"Fuck no ref !", Perseus shouted indignantly, "I'm not beatin' my fuckin' meat for these cunts !".

The presence of an arena-slave armed with a spear, however, meant that his feigned objections were ignored, and so the big blond boxer started 'working' on his huge, bulging cock, while using his free hand to 'play' with his heavy, shaved balls.

The crowd obviously enjoyed every minute of the spectacle, cheering the huge naked fighter on as he furiously 'beat his meat', despite anything that he had said earlier.

Meanwhile, Nerva, who despite his previous injury, was now 'hard' again, looked on, and also 'played' with his cock, although he was not wanking, but rather getting his prick nice and 'stiff' so that he could give Perseus a good 'shafting' once the big blond boxer had squirted his seed over the sand.

"Oh - shit - I'm - fuckin' - cummin' !", Perseus eventually groaned, and leaned back as he let repeated spurts of thick, creamy spunk explode from his gaping cock-slit and splatter onto the sand.

Once Perseus has stopped groaning, and squirting out his thick ropes of creamy spunk, the arena-slaves grabbed hold of him and dragged him over to where two stakes have been hammered into the sand.

"Fuck no ! Watcha ya fuckin' doin' - cunts ?", Perseus protested, as the arena-slaves then tied Perseus wrists and ankles to ropes hanging from the stakes, and bent him over.

By then Perseus was really scared, and started begging the slaves for mercy.

"Please no, lads ! Let me go ! Don't torture me or nothin' !".

The referee then told the slaves to impale Perseus' anus with a baton.

"No you cunts ! Not up my fuckin' shit-hole !", naked Perseus screamed at the arena slaves and at the ref, as he squirmed helplessly between the two stakes.

The arena slaves then purposely let the helpless, naked boxer struggle and squirm obscenely, with his limp cock flopping about, for a minute or so, so that the crowd could have a good laugh.

Then, an arena slave tried to center the bulbous end of the stake on Perseus' tightly clenched anus.

It was difficult, as Perseus was jerking about so much, but eventually Perseus let out a high-pitched grunt, and the slave, realized he has 'hit the spot', and started forcing the tip of the baton against naked boxer's anal 'ring' - which Perseus was desperately trying to clamp shut.

"No, please ! Don't push it into me !",Perseus begged pathetically, as he managed to hold his 'ring' tight for about a few seconds.

For Perseus those seconds were like eternity, and the slaves became impatient, with one slave holding the big, naked boxer's shoulders, while the other slave struggled to penetrate Perseus' anus.

Eventually, of course, Perseus had to give up.

"Shit ! It's goin' right up me ! I'm fuckin' skewered !", Perseus groaned, as the bulky head of baton slowly disappeared into his pink, tightly puckered arse-hole.

The crowd, happy to see the big, cheating boxer penetrated and thus thoroughly humiliated, cheered.

At the same time Perseus groaned and squirmed obscenely, and his prick started to stiffen and swell once again.

The referee then told the slave who had impaled Perseus to bugger Perseus with the baton, and soon Perseus was jerking back and forth, as the slave pulled the baton in and out of Perseus' straining arse-hole.

"Oh shit ! No ! - Don't fuck my hole", Perseus moaned, as he was roughly dildo-fucked by the young arena-slave.

Once the fucking got under way, Perseus' cock became extremely 'hard', and very swollen, with all the veins standing out, and his foreskin pulled right back, uncovering his glistening, dark pink 'helmet'.

With each thrust the young slave made, Perseus' prick, dangling a long thick string of sticky pre-cum, which was probably the biggest erect penis that most of the people in the arena had ever seen, slapped up against his tanned, glistening belly.

The slapping of his exposed 'helmet' against his belly, and the stimulation of his prostate, as the thrusting baton was driven deep inside him was simply too much for Perseus, and he soon felt his spunk uncontrollably rising down in his groin.

"Fuckin' shit - I think ... NO ! .... I think I'm gonna cum !", Perseus groaned. This, of course encouraged the arena slave to thrust faster and more deeply into the struggling boxer's tight arse-hole.

Then Perseus felt the orgasm sweeping over him.

"Oh fuck ! Yes ! Yes !", Perseus groaned loudly, to no one in particular, and his tanned sweating body started to shudder violently as it was held tightly between the two posts.

"FUCK !", he then blurted out as a huge rope of thick, creamy spunk lazily squirted from his incredibly stiff prick, and splattered down onto the sand about a meter away.

This was immediately followed by six more squirts, each squirt being ejected with a groan of 'Fuck !', and each with slightly less force.

While Perseus was still groaning 'Fuck !' and 'spunking-up' the arena-slave pulled the dildo out of Perseus' anus, causing Perseus to grunt loudly, and Nerva then immediately took over, ramming the full length of his huge thick prick up Perseus' now gaping arse-hole, forcing Perseus to give a second grunt

"You CUNT ! I'm still fuckin' cummin' !", Perseus grunted, wide eyed and shocked that his twitching, hairy anus was once again filled.

Nerva then gave Perseus' a good 'shafting'.

Once again Perseus was jerking back and forth as young Nerva deeply 'ploughed' his naked opponent's most 'private part'.

"Come on, Perseus ! Let's see you cum again !", Nerva panted, as he pleased the crowd with his energetic thrusting.

Perseus, however, despite the fact that he was a really 'horny' stud, couldn't 'cum' again so quickly.

Nerva, on the other hand, had been horny since the beginning of the fight, and once he got his prick up Perseus' hot arse he found it almost impossible to stop himself 'cumming' really quickly.

"Shit ! I'm cummin' !", Nerva groaned loudly, as he pulled his jerking prick out of Perseus' anus, and started to squirt a huge 'load' of creamy spunk all over Perseus' huge, muscular, sweaty buttocks.

One rope after another of hot spunk slopped over Perseus' arse, trickling slowly down his thighs and down his arse-crack.

Perseus certainly knew that he had been 'spunked over', and by then he was horribly 'aroused' again, with his huge cock so 'pumped-up' that it looks as if it was going to burst.

"Well, Perseus. - Say 'thank you'. After all, I have 'serviced' you well !", Nerva said mockingly, slapping Perseus on his bent back.

"Fuck off, cunt !", Perseus grunted, obviously disgusted at what had just happened.

"Just fuckin' untie me - you cunt !", Perseus said angrily, as he struggled against he ropes that were holding him in his undignified position, with his head down and his backside held high.

By then the crowd were laughing and jeering, however, as they could easily see that, despite his protests, Perseus was appallingly 'aroused', and was actually desperate for relief from his unbearably strong erection.

"Look Nerva, if your not gonna untie me - well you can see my fuckin' problem - at least give me some relief !"

"No way, son !", Nerva snapped back, "If you need to 'get your rocks off', then you'll have to do it yourself !".

Nerva then instructed the arena-slaves to untie Perseus right arm - that way Perseus could wank, if he really wanted to, while his ankles and his left wrist were still tied to the two posts, ensuring that he remained completely helpless.

Perseus immediately grabbed his massively swollen cock, and started pulling his foreskin back and forth over his huge, bulging 'helmet', while the crowd laughed and cheered, making ribald comments and shouting encouragements for him to 'get his rocks off'.

Long strings of sticky 'pre-cum' swung crazily from his jerking cock as Perseus worked himself up into a frenzy.

Having already 'cum' twice, it took Perseus quite a long time to 'bring himself off', which was all the better, as the crowd were quite happy to watch and laugh and joke while the big, naked boxer 'played' obscenely with his hugely overgrown 'knob', - pumping it, stroking it and pulling at it as he desperately tried to relieve himself.

Meanwhile the ref, the arena slaves and Nerva and some of the other boxers watched with interest, and some amusement, as blond Perseus frantically 'beat his meat' with his one free hand.

Finally the heavily muscled, stark naked boxer's body arched and writhed upwards.

"Right, - let's see how much spunk the big guy squirts out this time." the referee said laconically, turning to young Nerva.

By this time Perseus eye's were bulging and glazing over, and his huge, heavy balls were pulling up to his blond hairy crotch.

"Oh FUCK ! -This is - is fuckin' IT !", Perseus groaned.

Seeing the big naked boxer writhe up in an orgasmic spasm, the crowd started to cheer.

There was a brief delay between Perseus' orgasm starting and his ejaculation, and he looked round to Nerva, as if he were not sure what was happening.

Then the first long string of spunk shot from Perseus' cock, barely missing one of the arena-slaves.

Perseus then proceeded to pump spurt after spurt of thick, creamy spunk over the sand, not realizing yet that this was the last ever spunk-up he would squirt from his cock, (there would be another one, but it would be a bit strange).

As soon as Perseus has finished 'cumming', an arena-slave re-tied his free arm. At the same time another slave went round behind him with the baton.

"No ! Please ! Don't shove that - ", the next two words came out at a much higher pitch, - "up me !", because the baton had been rammed back up his arse-hole.

Because Perseus had just 'cum', his cock was beginning to go soft and limp, but as soon as the baton was rammed up into his rectum, he started to get 'hard' again, and he was left tied between the two posts, standing upright, with his huge, stiff prick poking up at about forty-five degrees, and dribbling a long string of 'cum'.

Perseus is clubbed in the balls

The referee then told one of the arena-slaves to hand Nerva a big, heavy wooden club.

He then turned to young Nerva.

"Right, Nerva ! - He punched you a couple of times in the groin, so now it's your turn !

You can use the club on his groin a many times as you like - it doesn't matter how much you injure him, as you're going to 'finish' him off at the end anyway."

Nerva smiled and took the club.

"No ! Please ! You can't do this !", Perseus screamed, as Nerva prepared to club him in the balls.
"Not my balls ! Anything but my bollocks !... Please..NO !", Perseus continued to babble.
Nerva, remembering the vicious attack by Perseus on his balls, ignored his helpless opponent's pleas, and brought the club up right between Perseus' legs as the crowd roared.

"CUNT !", Perseus squealed horribly, his cry rising above the crowd's roar, as his balls were crushed.

The poor naked boxer instantly brought his knees together as he writhed in agony, unable to escape as he was firmly tied to the stakes.

Immediately an arena-slave kicked Perseus' knees apart and, at the same time, encouraged Nerva to continue the beating.

"Cunt ! You fucked up my fuckin' bollocks ! ..... You made me a fuckin' eunuch ", Perseus screamed as Nerva weighed in with another vicious blow.

After that Perseus just shrieked, unable to scream anything coherently, as Nerva continued to beat his crotch until, unable to take any more punishment, the poor naked boxer sunk to his knees.

As Perseus went down, the baton up his arse hit the sand and got rammed further up, into his guts, while his huge erection collapsed, leaving his prick looking like a large, swollen, wrinkled sausage, as it flopped about on his hugely swollen, and now darkening ball-bag.

The arena-slaves then untied Perseus, and dragged the groaning boxer to the centre of the arena, laying him out on the sand, on his back, with his legs spread and the dildo poking obscenely from his exposed arse-hole.

One of the arena-slaves then started to play with the baton, wiggling and twisting it, and then pumping it in and out a few times.

The crowd were pleased to see that this had the intended effect, and the big, groaning boxer started to get 'hard' again, despite the beating that his balls had just taken.

Of course poor Perseus didn't get as 'hard' as he had been earlier, but his cock swelled and lengthened almost to it's previous eleven or twelve inches, but was unable to rise up out of the thick golden curls of his magnificent 'bush', and simply lay on his sweaty, heaving belly.
This was what was known as 'terminal priapism'.
As a result of being violently hit in the groin and perineum the blood vessels feeding Perseus' huge penis had become swollen and caused him to become permanently erect.

Nerva was then handed a spear, while the arena-slaves held Perseus wrists and ankles.

"Right ! The crowd are getting tired of this now so we'd better finish him off ! So first emasculate him, - you know, balls and then cock, - but do it slowly, - the crowd like that !".

Perseus, of course, heard this, and reacted instantly.

"No please ! Not my fuckin 'privates' !", he groaned, looking up pathetically at the referee and young Nerva. "Don't castrate me !".

"What's it fuckin' matter !", Nerva retorted. "There's only some mangled pulp in your fat, swollen 'ball-bag' now. Your already a eunuch - it just a matter of finishing the job - and then 'finishing' you !

Perseus looked down towards his battered groin, with it's golden pubes glistening in the morning sun, and his huge cock lying lazily on his well-muscled, twitching belly.
He then looked up at the referee and Nerva.
He looked like he was going to start crying - but then he started babbling incoherently.

"No ! No ! Please ! Please Nerva ! No ! Not my fuckin' 'bits' ! Not me with no fuckin' bollocks ! They're all I got - that an' my cock !".

While this was going on the crowd were calling for Perseus to get his 'fuckin' nuts' chopped off.

Then, when Perseus finally realised that Nerva, the crowd, the referee, and everyone else in the arena were intent on his being emasculated and 'finished-off', Perseus completely lost his nerve and struggled to get up, but the muscles in his legs and his belly were useless, and any way he as firmly held by the arena-slaves, so he simply wriggled obscenely on the sand, desperately trying to avoid being speared by his unrelenting opponent.
And as hie struggled his erection grew, and in moments his stiff, heavily veined cock was standing proud of his belly.

Avoiding his opponent's stiffening prick, Nerva then speared Perseus low down in the belly, piercing his bladder.
Immediately bloody piss sprayed from his defiantly stiff, waving cock.
"Oh shit ! No !", Perseus squeaked, as he looked with protruding, staring eyes at the fountain of red piss squirting from his huge, shiny dark 'helmet'.

Then Perseus, apparently in a final bid to save himself, reached up and grabbed Nerva by the balls.

The young lad kept his nerve, however, and instead of trying to pull free, and possibly injuring himself, he waited to see what Perseus would do, relying on the fact that his badly injured opponent had very little strength, or will-power left, at that point.
Predictably, instead of trying to rip off Nerva's bollocks, Perseus just held on to them - almost fondled them - as the spear came down again, piercing his bulging, shaved scrotum.

The baton, which was poking out of Perseus' arse-hole jerked up as his 'ring' tightened, and his hips lifted up off the sand.

"Shit ! My fuckin ball-bag !", Perseus moaned.

Nerva found it quite difficult to castrated Perseus with a spear.
Having pierced the naked boxer's 'ball-bag', he then prodded around, feeling for the cords and muscles which attached Perseus' testicles to his groin.
This was also quite difficult as the beating that Nerva had given to Perseus' groin a little earlier had practically pulverised the poor fighter's testicles, although his spermatic cords, and blood vessels were still intact, as far as Nerva could tell.
These Nerva deftly sliced, eliciting a grunted "Cunt!" from Perseus.

Perseus' mangled testicles, at that point were loose in his scrotum, and he was effectively castrated, and therefore a eunuch.
The crowd, however, could not see that, unlike Nerva, the referee and the arena-slaves, who could see that the vestiges of Perseus' heavy but mangled balls were now loose inside his scrotum, and their weight was dragging down his drooping 'ball-bag'.
That, however, was not enough for the crowd.
They wanted to see Perseus' balls, or his 'ball-bag' still containing his balls, on the sand, and his hairy crotch 'clipped' !

Nerva was quite happy to oblige in response to cries of 'Cut the cunt's bollocks off !', 'Castrate the fuckin' tosser !', 'Chop the fucker's nuts off !', and the like.

Perseus could obviously hear all those comments, and in addition, didn't seem to realise that he had actually been already, technically, castrated.

In actual fact, he probably had very little sensation of pain in his testicles and scrotum after the beating he had received earlier from Nerva, which is why he had shown very little reaction, much to the crowd's disappointment, when his cords had been cut.

"No ! Not my fuckin 'nuts' ! Please !", Perseus, who was still holding Nerva's balls, begged plaintively.

"Stop bein' fuckin' stupid !", Nerva retorted. "You're already a fuckin' eunuch, - I cut your cords - so choppin' 'em off makes no fuckin' difference !"

Perseus stared wide-eyed at Perseus. "Fuck ! I'm a fuckin' eunuch !", he moaned, looking down to where his balls were scraping the sand in his horribly distended scrotum, lying between his outstretched legs, and to one side of the baton still poking out of his horribly stretched anus.

Nerva couldn't be bothered with any more chat, however, and the crowd were getting restless, so he brought the spear blade down beside Perseus' left thigh, (as he lay on his back on the sand), and twisting it round sharply, he brought it across, cutting right through the root of Perseus' pink, shaved scrotum.
Perseus' hips bucked, more because his upper thighs had been nicked in the process, rather than from the pain of loosing his manhood.

"Oh shit ! You've cut em' off !", Perseus moaned, rather pointlessly, to no one in particular.

"Yeh ! Satisfied ?", Nerva asked, half in jest and half petulantly, bending over his prostrate and castrated opponent - "Now you really are a fuckin' eunuch !".

Nerva then grabbed hold of Perseus right arm, the hand of which still had hold of his balls.

"And perhaps you'd like to let go of my bollocks. You haven't go the strength any more to pull 'em off, and now you can't start to get sexy with me, 'cause you got no balls !".

And Nerva was right.
Perseus was losing blood quite fast, from the wound in his belly and the new wound in his groin.
He was also right about the fact that Perseus had no balls, but the naked fighter, amazingly, still had a big stiff prick.
This however was probably not from his libido, but because the blood vessels had been blocked by swelling caused by the bruising to his groin.

Perseus, reluctantly let go of his young opponent's balls, and immediately an arena-slave grabbed hold of the arm, to ensure that Perseus didn't try to resist any further mutilations, or the final stroke that would kill him.

Perseus, of course, would have to be killed because he was slowly bleeding to death.

Contrary to what you may read in other accounts, (more often fantasies, rather than real accounts), while the Romans were able to 'patch up' wounded fighters, usually by cauterising the damaged or cut blood vessels, this was in most cases unsuccessful, as dirty weapons, loincloths, armour and sand contaminated with blood faeces, semen, and internal organs and secretions, usually infected the wounds, and most fighters who were treated thus usually died of shock or septicaemia.

Usually it was easier, and cheaper, to take the easiest, and with the crowd, the most popular way out, and have the wounded fighter spectacularly killed at the end of the fight - after all the kind of slaves who fought in the arena were 'two a penny'.

Regardless, Perseus had had a good run for his money.

He had almost beaten Nerva, got to 'spunk-up' three times, got himself buggered, (which he probably really enjoyed), and got himself castrated without even realising what had happened to him, (he wasn't very bright anyway).

"Right ! Cut off his penis - let him squirm for a while for the crowd - and then 'finish' him !", the referee told Nerva dryly.

Nerva was then given a curved knife by one of the arena-slaves.

At the thought of completely castrating Perseus Nerva started to get 'hard' again as he approached his struggling opponent.
Perseus, however, was held down by the arena-slaves, and anyway he now had very little energy left to resist.

"Oh no ! Not my prick as well !", Perseus moaned, looking at his huge 'tool', which was lying on his bloodstained, heaving belly.

"You won't need no cock if you got no balls !", Nerva quipped nonchalantly, trying to make it all seem normal.

"Shit ! No !", Perseus pleaded, squirming, as Nerva went down on one knee and grabbed hold of the huge, still stiff 'tool'.

With cries from the crowd of 'chop off the 'donkey-dick'!', Nerva first gave Perseus' huge bit of 'meat' a few tugs, just to pump it up a bit harder.

Perseus instantly went wide-eyed.

"Yeh ! Toss me off ! Please !", he groaned to Nerva.

Perseus was obviously going a bit hysterical, but men in the arena often got obscenely horny just before they were mutilated or killed, even after, (like Perseus), they had lost their balls.

"No fuckin' way !", Nerva retorted, and he started to slice through the huge, veined column of Perseus' prick.

Immediately Perseus buttocks lifted off the sand, and the baton poking out of his anus started jerking up and down.

When Nerva was halfway through Perseus' cock, the shrieking fighter's hips were pushed right up, and he was balancing on his shoulder-blades and his hips.

"CUNT ! Cut it quick - if you're gonna !", Perseus squealed, as Nerva finally pulled the wobbling penis from the trembling fighter's golden, hairy groin.

As Nerva started to get to his feet, holding his prized trophy, there was a huge squirt of spunk from the bloody stump where Perseus' penis had been,which travelled in an arc and landed on the end rapidly jerking baton poking out of Perseus arse-hole.

"Oh shit ! - I got no fuckin' cock !", Perseus groaned, as the crowd cheered and laughed as the naked, completely castrated boxer 'danced' on his shoulders and heels, pumping out repeated ropes of spunk in his final - and last ever - orgasm.

Nerva, who was still holding Perseus' severed penis, and the Referee looked on amazed.

"Finish him now - while he still having his orgasm - the crowd will like it !", the referee said quickly, handing Nerva back his spear.

Nerva straight away threw Perseus' useless penis down onto the sand and, grabbing the spear, went over to where Perseus was jerking his hips, and jerking the baton in his hairy arse-hole.
"Cunt ! Cunt ! Cunt !", Perseus was grunting, as he squirted out the last of his useless 'seed' from the urethral opening in the stubby bloody stump poking from the blond,curly hairs of his groin.

Before Perseus even knew what was happening, Nerva speared him in the neck, instantly severing the naked eunuch's wind-pipe.

The last thing that Perseus had ever said was 'Oh shit !' as he was speared..

After that, all he could do was gurgle, as blood frothed out of his mouth and nose.

Despite that he remained on his shoulders and heels, still dribbling out the last of his spunk, as he slowly started to drown in his own blood.

The arena slaves had release him, and one trembling hand dug deep into the thick, golden curls of his pubic 'bush', possibly searching for his severed 'boy-parts', while the other had jerked up spasmodically, as it tried to stem the flow of blood from his slashed neck.

For a few minutes Perseus squirmed in his final agony, staring pleadingly and wide-eyed, unable to believe what was happening to him, while the crowd cheered and applauded.

Nerva, the referee and the arena-slaves all looked on, waiting for the struggling naked boy to finally breathe his last.

Perseus was doomed to slowly asphyxiated, and gurgling horribly, Perseus finally dropped back onto the sand, lifeless, and the baton flopped downwards as his once tight arse-hole gaped open and began to dribble liquid excrement.

The crowd then cheered Nerva as the victor, while the arena slaves trussed up Perseus' impaled, castrated, naked, and bloody corpse.

Perseus' severed shaved 'ball-bag', containing the boxer's loose and pulped testicles, was hung round the neck of the big, blond corpse, and the still swollen and huge penis was shoved into the corpse's gaping mouth.

Finally , what had been Perseus, the boxer, was hung naked, dead and humiliated from the arena-wall, and only cut down and butchered for the animals at the end of the Day at the Games.

BOY GLADIATORS in Ancient Rome

Includes THREE UNCENSORED boy-fights

The street corners and alley-ways of Rome were full of homeless, orphaned boys, who lived by their wits, stealing and offering themselves for 'rough-sex', often up against a wall in a dark back-street.

Grachus was always on the look out for cheap slaves, and had his agents 'trawl' the streets regularly for such 'urchins' and 'rent-boys'.

Some boys, who were picked up from the streets, were used to work in the gladiatorial, wrestling and boxing schools, and were often required to 'reward', with sexual favours, those fighters who were victorious in the arena.

The better looking lads were pampered with baths, massages and exercise routines.

They were also taught various sexual techniques by Grachus' most experienced catamites, and they were then hired out to patricians for the regular 'sex-shows', which formed an essential part of the all-male, lavish dinner-parties held in the palatial villas of the wealthy and privileged.

The more muscular lads were given some rudimentary training, mainly to help build up their muscles, and were then shaved and oiled, and sent out into the arena to serve as 'arena-fodder', as the crowd particularly favoured smooth, very young boy-fighters.

The boys were rarely used as boxers, as the crowd preferred very well-muscled and 'well-hung' young 'studs', and older fighters.

Boy-wrestlers, however, were very popular, as they were usually required to fight 'Greek-style', (as the Romans called it), - stark-naked, - and all the tussling and writhing about on the sand ensured that the 'horny' young lads showed off all their 'assets' to the full, in the obscene displays that they gave in the arena.

Many of these naked young 'boy-wrestlers' became very popular, and as they sustained very few disfiguring injuries in the course of their fights, they remained cute and pretty, and were often hired out to rich patrician for 'sex-shows', and as catamites (boy sex-slaves).

Boy-gladiators were the least fortunate of these one-time street-lads, as eventually they were inevitably put up against older, more experienced gladiators.

Against older fighters the 'boy-gladiators', who often fought nude, stood little chance, and usually they got horribly 'abused', being raped and forced to masturbate for the amusement of the crowd, and inevitably they came to a very 'sticky-end', being castrated, impaled and often disembowelled, and then left, stark naked, to thrash about on the sand, humiliated and mutilated, with the crowd cheering as they died in appalling agony.

Marcus and Ephebus
Wanking in the Locker-room
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Grachus was above all a good showman, and he knew that his audiences needed to regularly see good fights that ended with spectacular deaths.
Equally the spectators like to see an unusual twist to the simple combat format.
Brother fighting brother, boy fighting older 'stud', old man fighting young man - these were all good variations that the crowd liked to see.

In the case of Ephebus and Felix it would be a fight between two friends, who were also, more importantly, lovers, and it would be made clear to the audience in posters and programs that these boys were lovers who would now have to fight each other to the death.

EPHEBUS and FELIX - THE FIGHT

It was in this way that Ephebus and Felix found themselves entering the arena, kitted out as gladiators, one afternoon.

Ephebus, with dark hair, and slightly older, wore a very high waisted 'cachè-sex', (very small loincloth), made of the very finest white linen, which nicely exposed the sides of his smooth, boyish belly, and left little to the imagination with regard to the boy's obviously quite large 'privates'.

With just two thin cords running up either side of his tight little buttocks, at the rear, the crowd also got a good view of the handsome lad' muscular, smooth backside, and hairless crack.

Felix, the other lad, was blond, with golden, tousled hair, and was very young and cute.

The crowd gave a great cheer when Felix entered the arena as he was to fight 'Greek-style', without a loincloth, and therefore 'bollock-naked'.

Either because he was very young, or had been very skilfully depilated, he had no pubic hair, or any body hair at all !

Despite the young Felix's youth, however, he was unnaturally 'well-endowed'.

By the time Felix entered the arena his thick long 'boy-tool' was already quite 'stiff', either from the aphrodisiacs he had already been given, or from the thought of appearing naked with his young lover in the arena, while below his hefty prick there was, of couse, a very loose, 'low-slung', smooth, hairless pouch of skin, - his boyish 'ball-sack', that contained his bulky testicles.

If this fight had ended with a sexual encounter, it would have been very exciting, but unfortunately young Felix's inexperience caused the fight to end prematurely.

This, of course, annoyed Grachus intensely, and confirmed his decision that Ephebus should be killed that afternoon.

Ephebus and Felix
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Both lads appeared very 'aroused' right from the start, which pleased the crowd, with young Ephebus quite obviously 'tenting' the long, white pouch of his thin linen loincloth with a sizeable bulge, - while Felix's unnaturally thick prick had raised itself, and lengthened considerably, while his smooth, low-hanging balls swing about obscenely.

The fight began with the inevitable sparing, with Felix, with his stiff prick bouncing around provocatively, looking the least experienced of the two lads.

Ephebus and Felix
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Felix had no idea of how to use his shield properly, - exposed his front, and Ephebus lunged forward and wounded the naked boy in the belly, with the sword.

"Fuck !" Felix cried out, as he dropped his sword and his shield and simply stood, skewered through his middle, while Ephebus picked up Felix's discarded weapon.

While the crowd cheered and laughed, the two young boys stood facing each other.

Ephebus was standing looking, with a broad grin, at his impaled opponent, while young Felix started crying as he lost control of his bowels and bladder, and started shitting and pissing on the sand.

As he stood fouling himself, he stared at Ephebus with a helpless look, as if unable to believe what his young opponent, - who was also his friend and lover, - at the Gladiatorial School, had just done to him !

"Oh no, - you've fuckin' skewered me !", young Felix whined, as he fell to his knees, still fouling himself, with his jerking cock spraying steaming piss over the sand.

By now, although his prick was still long and thick, it had begun to droop a little.

It was unlikely that Ephebus would be interested in raping the boy, as Felix had fouled himself badly, and his arse-hole and crack were by then far from inviting.

Ephebus and Felix
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Ephebus, however, had got really horny watching naked Felix being skewered in front of the crowd, and wanted desperately to see his 'one-time' boyfriend 'jerk-off 'and 'cum', one last time.
By this time Felix was crawling around on the sand, begging for help.
While this was going on, Ephebus called for a large, wooden 'impaling baton' from one of the arena-slaves.
"Oh no ! Don't impale me !", Felix moaned, as he crawled towards the arena wall to try to get away from Ephebus.
"Not that ! Don't stick it up me.... Not up the bum !".
Moments later Ephebus had been given the thick wooden baton, and proceeded to ram it into helpless young Felix's rectum.
"Shit ! My arsehole !", Felix squealed.
The baton, however, had the required effect, and it jerked spasmodically, as Felix's sphincter repeatedly tensed, and the naked little boy started to get really 'hard' - like he did when Ephebus would fuck him.
"Great, Felix ! That's just what we wanted !", Ephebus chortled, as he watched young Felix's cock get long and stiff.
The crowd too saw what was happening, and cheered and applauded.
"Get the dirty little cunt to wank !" - "Make 'im 'jerk-off' !" - "Let's see the wanker's spunk !" the crowd called, enthusiastically.

Ephebus and Felix
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"Get up Felix !", Ephebus said roughly, as he pulled his young friend to his feet.
"You're a cunt, Ephebus !', the boy moaned, but at least he had the strength to stand.
Ephebus then spread the naked boy's legs - wider and wider - by degrees, pressing down on Felix's head.
"No !... Don't spread 'em any more !..." Felix pleaded.
Eventually the poor, skewered boy had his legs so wide that the end of the baton touched the sand.
"Right, Felix ! - You're really hard - so give us all a good show, an' jerk-off - an' cum over the sand ! - If you do it well, Gracchus may let you get out of here alive."

Ephebus and Felix
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"Shit ! I'll try !", young Felix grunted, and grabbed hold of his huge, jerking cock.
"Shit ! It's so fuckin' hard !", Felix mumbled.
Felix legs so so widely spread, that once he started jerking-off he had difficulty maintaining his balance - so Ephebus put one hand on Felix arm to steady him.
"Help me, Ephebus, I really need to cum now - I'm so fuckin' horny !" Felix pleaded and he pulled violently on his now hugely engorged 'horse-dick'.
Soon Felix was dribbling pre-cum on the sand, while the crowd cheered him on.
"Come on, son ! Squirt your stuff !" "Let's see your spunk - you little wanker !", were some of the more polite comments coming from the crowd.

Ephebus and Felix
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By this time Felix's large, low-hanging balls were moving in their hairless sack as the naked, impaled lad approached his orgasm.
Felix looked up at Ephebus, and straight at the cheering crowd as he beat his meat even more frantically.
"This is it !", he mumbled, and then his whole body jerked upward.
"Shit ! Shit ! - I fuckin' cummin' !", he cried out, as his hugely engorged cock jerked, and he started spurting out ropes of thick, creamy 'boy-juice'.
"Go on ! - Squirt your stuff !", Ephebus said, with a big grin on his face, as he watched his naked, convulsing friend experiencing his last ever orgasm.
As Felix's spunk squirting subsided, poor little guy was unable to keep his balance, and fell over, onto his back.
The baton was now jerking obscenely in his stretched arse-hole with each squirt, and his cock twitched on his taught belly, as it dribbled out the last of his copious, creamy cum.

YOUNG FELIX IS CASTRATED

While an arena slave held Felix by his shoulders, Ephebus then pulled the thick, wooden baton from Felix's anus.
It came out with a plop, while Felix, who was still recovering from his orgasm, grunted, - and the end of the baton was stained with excrement and blood.

Ephebus and Felix
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Ephebus then repeated his previous move, forcing Felix to spread his legs wider and wider.
"Shit ! You're dislocating my fuckin' legs !", Felix groaned, as he finally finally ended up with his crotch on the sand, and his practically dislocated legs spread out either side of him.

As was said before, Felix was unnaturally 'well-endowed', considering his extreme youth, with a very 'low-slung' ball-sack.

Ephebus took advantage of this, and roughly grabbed hold of the well-filled 'ball-bag' of his young opponent.

Ephebus then roughly pulled the hysterical lad's scrotum out onto the sand so that it just showed between his buttocks.

"Cunt ! My fuckin ball-bag !", Felix moaned as his scrotum was stretched horribly, "Watcha fuckin' doin' ?".

At the other end, where his cock lay on the sand in front of him, Felix's foreskin pulled back, as his scrotum was stretched, and the 'head' of his hefty prick was fully exposed in the process.

Probably realizing what was about to happen to him Felix, who had his prick, which had now become stiff again, draped out on the sand in front of him, and his balls poking out from between his buttocks behind him, started to scream to the crowd for mercy.

"Please spare me !", he screamed. "Don't let 'im cut off my 'nuts' !".

The crowd, of course, were watching and laughing, fascinated at the sight of the blond, cute, naked boy, stretched out on the sand, with his balls pulled one way and his cock pulled the other way.

Those in the crowd who had realized what Ephebus was about to do were all calling for Ephebus' naked young opponent to be castrated !

"Cut the kid's balls off !" - "Make the blond cunt a fuckin' eunuch !", they were calling.

Ephebus and Felix
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Young Felix could only sit on the sand with his legs horribly stretched, screaming, "Don't cut my 'bits' off - please !", to Ephebus, while Ephebus used Felix's own sword to slowly slice off, from the rear, the young lad's bulging, stretched balls !

'FUCK ! My fuckin' bollocks !', Felix squealed in agony, as he felt Ephebus' sword saw through the skin of his scrotum, and then sever his cords, thus freeing his testicles.
"You've cut my fuckin' balls off !", Felix squealed, stating the obvious.

What Ephebus didn't see, however, while he was busy at Felix' rear, cutting off the lad's balls, was young Felix squirting out his spunk onto the sand as his cords were severed, although he did hear Felix groan, just as the boy always used to groan, when he 'spunked-up' when they were having sex.

That 'spunk-up', was seen, however, by only half the crowd.

At this point Felix was no longer aware of what was happening to his balls, as they were no longer part of him - and was lost in the relief of his massive orgasm.

Ephebus, of course, had hold of Felix's balls.

Ephebus, with a really big bulge in his skimpy loincloth, then came round to the front of Felix and saw the strings of creamy spunk splattered out on the sand.

"You dirty little tosser, Felix ! You've been spunkin'-up while I was cuttin' you down to size round the back !".
"I couldn't help it !", Felix spluttered, desperate not to upset Ephebus, as he didn't want to loose his cock as well, and was hoping against hope to leave the arena alive - even if he would be a eunuch. "I felt you round the back, as you cut my cords and ball-bag, and then I just'came' !..."

"Well here's your bollocks, - much good they'll do you !", Ephebus said, with a big grin on his face, and with that he handed poor young Felix the severed bloody 'ball-bag' which still contained the blond lad's testicles.

Stupidly, Felix thanked Ephebus, not really understanding at this point what had happened to him.

A cheer went up from the crowd, along with a lot of laughter at the dazed boy, who was spread out on the sand looking in disbelief at his own bloodied bollocks, which were now lying in the palm of his hand.

Seeing the lad in his half-mutilated state, some of the crowd were now calling for the naked, blond young lad to lose his penis.

"Finish the job !" - "Cut the little eunuch's prick off !" - "Slice the wanker's knob off !", the crowd called out, cruelly.

Felix, ignoring the crowd, looked intently at his severed balls.

"Why did you cut my fuckin' bollocks off ? I'm fuckin' 'finished' now !', he moaned as he held up his severed, bloody testicles to Ephebus.

Ephebus, who had to go with the crowd, tried to ignore his friend, and prepared to complete his young opponent's mutilation.

Felix had been unable to get up after his legs had been spread appallingly wide.

Now, after having his bollocks cut off, he was helpless, and could only sit on the sand, spread-legged, while Ephebus did what he wanted with him.

The naked young boy's stiff prick was stretched out in front of him on the blood stained sand, and it was still thick and long, and jerking up spasmodically off the sand as it responded to the final weak pumping out of his creamy 'boy-juice'.

"Oh no ! Not my 'willy' as well !", Felix groaned, as Ephebus, who had no choice in the matter, brought his sword down and sliced off the poor lad's exposed 'tool'.

Young Felix's thick penis stayed lying on the sand, although now it was detached from Felix's smooth, hairless groin, and blood was pumping from the boy's stump.

"What about all the wanking and fucking we did ? What can I do now ?", Felix squealed pathetically as he gazed down at the last vestige of his 'boy-hood', which was now no longer part of him.

FELIX IS IMPALED

Ephebus, of course, was trying to forget all the time that he and Felix had enjoyed themselves together, fucking, wanking and sucking.

He was experienced enough to know that it was either him or his young friend, and he would have to forget his boyish crush on cute young Felix, and continue to do some pretty appalling things to his erstwhile boyfriend if he was to stay in Grachus' 'good books', and stay alive.
And anyway, he could always get another boyfriend after he had 'finished-off' poor Felix !

(Little did Ephebus know, however, that Grachus had other plans for him, and there would be no new boyfriend for Ephebus, because Ephebus would end up dead and mutilated, hanging beside Felix, that very afternoon !)
Meanwhile, an arena slave went over to Felix with a red hot iron.
"No ! Don't burn me ! - Please !", Felix groaned.
Pushing Felix forwards onto the sand, the slave first cauterised what was left of Felix's scrotum.
"Fuck !", Felix squealed, as the smell of burning flesh wafted across the sand.
The slave the pulled Felix backwards, exposing his cock-stump, which was rhythmically pumping out spurts of blood.
"No ! Not my prick !", Felix squealed.
"Shut it - cunt ! You aint got no pick !", the slave replied, as he cauterised the jerking, bloody stump.
"Fuck ! It burns !", Felix screamed, stating the obvious, as the crowd laughed.
Finally, Felix severed penis, which was still erect, was cauterised at the base, to keep it stiff.

Ephebus, however, was then intent on finishing off Felix in as spectacular and painful a way possible.

To do that he then dragged Felix to his knees by his hair, and the sobbing boy groaned as Ephebus then stuffed the severed prick into Felix's mouth, to stop him moaning.

Ephebus then pushed his naked, viciously un-sexed friend's face into the sand.

With Felix's tight little buttocks raised up, Ephebus used the large wooden baton, handed to him by one of the arena-slaves, to subject Felix to the further humiliation being publicly sodomized again, by having his tight little puckered arse-hole impaled.

Felix could still grunt, and now he grunted repeatedly as Ephebus pushed the heavy, bulbous end of the baton against Felix's tightly clenched 'hole'.

Slowly the pink, wrinkled rosette gradually opened, while Felix gurgled and grunted.

Finally the ring of muscle gave way, and the bulging end of the baton slid into the wriggling boy's rectum.

With a bit more pushing at least half the baton disappeared inside poor Felix, and his gleaming, hairless belly bulged.

The poor boy then twisted round, and looked up at Ephebus.

Felix's eyes looked to his erstwhile with incredulity.

He couldn't believe what Ephebus had done to him.
"You're not fucking my arse with that, are you ? You've pushed it in too far ! You're fuckin' killing me !"

Poor Felix, by then fatally impaled, then began squirming on the sand, pissing over himself as he writhed, while Ephebus stood over his mutilated, dying young opponent, grinning broadly as he accepted the enthusiastic applause and cheers of the crowd.

With his legs kicking wildly, and piss splattering everywhere, Felix unintentionally gave the crowd a 'good show' in his final moments, exposing his impaled, fouled anus, and revealing his mutilated, bloody crotch.

When Ephebus had castrated the young lad, he had handed Felix the severed balls, which Felix now held on to tightly, as he went through his last, obscene convulsions on the sand.

FELIX IS FINISHED OFF

Finally, Ephebus lifted his writhing opponent off the sand, turned him over, and dropped the young lad onto his belly.

As the handle of the sword hit the sand, it forced the blade further into young Felix's guts and the poor boy spat out his penis, and sobbed to his young tormentor,

"Please - no ! I don't wanna die ! Fuckin' help me ! - I still got my 'bum-hole', you can still fuck me ! Fuckin' spare me an' I'll be your 'bum-boy' !".

Felix suggestion was, of courses, crazy, as he would soon die as a result of having his guts mangled, even if the physicians managed to patch up his mutilated crotch.

Ephebus and Felix
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Ignoring the pathetic, crazy pleas of his one-time friend and lover, young Ephebus then took the boy's own sword and rammed it into Felix's back, skewering the naked boy's heart, pinning him to the sand, and 'finishing' him in one thrust.
"Cunt ! Cunt ! Cunt !", Felix grunted loudly, as his arms and legs jerked and kicked about convulsively for a few moments.
Then impaled and castrated, Felix, the little eunuch, vomited blood as he breathed his last, while the crowd cheered, and Ephebus stood triumphantly over his lifeless, naked young friend !

The arena-slaves then stripped Felix's mutilated corpse of its arm and leg guards. The hands and feet of the naked boy's corpse were still twitching, but then corpses often do twitch for some time, and there was no doubt that Felix was well and truly dead.

Ephebus and Felix
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The arena slaves hung the dead eunuch's severed scrotum round its neck, tied wooden poles to the arms and feet, and then hung the naked, mutilated and impaled body from the arena-wall !

Ephebus, in his tiny, sexy little loincloth, knowing from the cheers and applause that the men wanted to fuck him, and the girls wanted to be fucked by him, then posed provocatively beside his dead opponent.
Then, just to show the crowd how macho he was, and what little feeling he had for his one-time lover, Ephebus got hold of the baton that was poking down straight from between the corpse's legs and started thrusting it up and down, effectively fucking the corpse.
The naked, mutilated body jiggled about on the rope, and Felix's head, with his face still wearing the shocked, horrified expression from the moment that he died, flopped about in an unpleasant parody of life.

Some in the crowd laughed, but most of the audience thought it was all in rather bad taste, and that Ephebus should have left the arena after receiving the applause of the crowd, and left his dead friend to simply hang from the arena wall.

When Ephebus realized that fucking his naked dead friend with a wooden baton was not being appreciated, he sheepishly stopped, and left the arena, having rather spoiled his moment of glory.

Little did the handsome, sexy young lad realize then that he would soon be hanging naked in exactly the same way, - but minus his head, his balls, and his spunk dribbling, stiff cock, which would be lying on the sand beneath the feet of his own mutilated, naked corpse !

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CALVIUS and MARCUS

Marcus - Armed and 'Hard'

Grachus' scouts seemed to have a remarkable ability to find unusually 'well-endowed' boys when they 'trawled' the back-streets and alley-ways of the city looking for 'arena-fodder'.

Marcus
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In this case they found a dark haired, young Latin boy called Marcus.

Marcus was hired out to a number of patrician parties, but his pugnacious attitude soon found him training to be a boy-gladiator.

As a boy-gladiator, he raped and killed a number of younger opponents, but for some reason, despite being remarkably 'well-endowed' and 'raunchy', he was never popular with the crowd.
Pandering to the crowd's dissatisfaction with the boy, Grachus decided to match Marcus with a much older and more experienced gladiator.

Marcus and Calvius
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Calvius was one of the most brutal and sadistic of Grachus' 'stable' of fighters, and it was certain that young Marcus would be defeated and killed in this fight.

Calvius was old for a gladiator, and was slightly running to fat, although he was very muscular. He was called Calvius because his head was completely shaven.

Marcus, apparently oblivious to the appalling fate that undoubtedly awaited him, entered the arena wearing a broad grin and almost nothing else.
His only clothing were arm-guards and a slave collar, and everyone's attention was centered on the young lad's well-filled scrotum and huge 'tool', which was accentuated by his total lack of pubic hair.

Marcus and Calvius

Fighting

The fight began with the usual sparing, with bald Calvius, kitted out in boots, arm-guards, a very full, bulging loincloth and a bronze helmet.

Calvius used a spear against Marcus' sword and small, round shield.

Early on, 'horny' little Marcus, who already had a very strong erection, seeing the huge bulge in Calvius' loincloth, went for a sword thrust to Calvius' groin, probably with the intention of castrating his older opponent.

Calvius Spears Marcus

Calvius skilfully deflected his young opponent's sword.

"Right, son ! If you want to play fuckin' serious see how you like this !", and Calvius then countered with a spear thrust to young Marcus' smooth, hairless belly.

The spear found its mark, and the poor, naked boy was instantly skewered as the crowd applauded and cheered !

Squealing in pain, Marcus dropped his sword and shield, and fell to his knees on the sand.

Marcus Speared

The poor boy, losing control of his bladder, then looked down in horror to see his stiff cock jerking up as it sprayed a huge fountain of piss over the sand.

While the crowd were laughing at Marcus pissing himself, Calvius immediately released his grip on the spear, and while young Marcus writhed on the sand, holding on to the jerking spear poking out of his convulsing belly, Calvius removed his helmet in order to get a better look at his defeated young opponent.

Calvius then ripped off the boy's arm-guards, leaving the lad stark-bollock-naked, except for his slave-collar.

Marcus Wanking

Calvius then pulled the spear out of the moaning boy's belly, and seeing that the young lad was not too badly hurt, and also still had a prominent erection, he told the boy to 'wank', and 'give a good show' if he wanted to leave the arena alive.

"Alright ! I'll wank, sir !", Marcus replied in a panicky voice, and grabbed hold of his stiff, jerking prick, and started using his fist in the usual way to try and give himself an orgasm, so that the crowd would be satisfied, and his life would be spared.

After a lot of jerking about on the sand, pulling his tight foreskin up and down over his bulging pink 'knob', the young lad finally achieved his goal.

"There ! I'm cumming, sir !", Marcus groaned, and squirted his 'boy-juice' over the sand to the cheers of the crowd.

Everyone, except perhaps Marcus, knew, however, that even if the poor lad had flooded the arena with his 'spunk', he was still going to be 'finished-off' by his brutal, sadistic opponent.

Calvius then pulled the groaning lad to his feet and bent him over.

"No ! Please, sir ! Don't do this !", Marcus wailed, realizing that Calvius was going to fuck him in front of the crowd.

"Come on son ! They've paid to see me fuck you ! Can't disappoint them !".

Then, while the crowd cheered, Calvius pulled down the front of his loincloth, got out his huge stiff, swollen penis.

Fortunately, young Marcus bent over, looking at the sand and was facing away from his bald opponent, so he didn't see Calvius' monstrous 'tool'.

Calvius, of course, was well known for defeating young' boy-gladiators', and then ripping open the boy's anus with his huge penis, as he raped the poor lad in front of the crowd.

Calvius Fucks Marcus

Grabbing hold of Marcus' slim hips, Calvius wasted no time, and rammed his huge, thick 'tool' up poor Marcus' cute tight little backside.

"No ! Not up my 'bum-hole' !', Marcus pleaded, squirming as he was slowly impaled on Calvius huge 'meat rod'.

"Please, sir - It's too big !", Marcus then groaned, as his tight little 'rosebud' was split open by Calvius monsterous 'member'.

There then followed a long, brutal rape, with young Marcus moaning with each thrust of Calvius huge, heavily veined , thick 'tool'.

Calvius Fucks Marcus

Eventually the poor boy had a second orgasm while being raped.

"Oh no ! i'm gonna squirt again !", young Marcus moaned, as he squirted out repeated ropes of creamy 'boy-juice', while he jerked around helplessly under the onslaught of Calvius' repeated thrusts.

Then Calvius 'climaxed'. "Oh fuckin' shit !", he groaned loudly, as he spent repeated spurts of thick, creamy 'seed' over the lad's firm, naked buttocks.

As soon as Calvius had finished raping young Marcus, the naked boy sank to his knees on the sand.

By now Marcus had probably realized that he was going to be 'finished-off', and he started pleading pathetically to Calvius and the crowd to be allowed to leave the arena alive.

"Please let me go, sir ! Please don't kill me ! You've already 'had' me so you know I'm good - an' I'll be your bum boy after this ! You can have me whenever you want ! An' I'll suck you off - I'm really good at that, an'....."

"Shut up ! You stupid little cunt !", Calvius shouted at poor Marcus, who was blubbering almost incoherently.

Calvius was now handed a sword by one of the arena-slaves, and Marcus obviously knew that all his pleading had been useless, and he was probably 'finished' !

Naked Marcus is Castrated

Calvius then made a thrust to Marcus' groin, taking off the boy's prick and balls in one cut. Marcus squealed horribly, as he felt the blade go down through the root of his penis, and then sever his cords and his scrotum. Instantly he doubled-up, clutching his mutilated crotch, while the crowd cheered, and Calvius bent down to pick up the naked boy's severed genitals.

"Oh no ! I've bee castrated !", Marcus groaned, stating the obvious, while the crowd laughed and sniggered.

Calvius then held up the poor boy's severed, 'privates' to show the crowd, and while the crowd cheered even more loudly, poor young Marcus looked up, from where he was kneeling on the sand, at the bloody, mutilated symbols of his boy-hood and began sobbing.
Calvius then dropped the severed sex-parts on the sand disdainfully, and turned to Marcus.

"Please don't finish me, sir !', Marcus sobbed. "I don't wanna die !".

"What use is a sexless boy to anyone ? - A boy with no prick an' no bollocks ? You're not even a boy - anymore !", Calvius replied cruelly, and with that he plunged his spear into Marcus' neck.

The naked, castrated boy groaned, "Oh fuck !", and sat for a few moments - not really believing what had happened - as blood pumped from his neck, piss sprayed from the bloody stump that had been his penis
To make his predicament even mare awful, he farted loudly and repeatedly as shit dropped from his gaping, torn arse-hole onto the sand.

Marcus then looked with wide, disbelieving eyes at Calvius, and then, pleadingly, to the crowd - who were cheering wildly - obviously enjoying the poor boy's final moments

Marcus Dead on the Sand

Dead Marcus - Hung

"Help !" he grunted
He looked around, bewildered, and quickly realised that no one was going to help him.
Then the naked boy toppled over onto the sand, vomiting blood as he fell.
Just to make sure he was dead, Calvius then rammed Marcus' sword through the naked, convulsing boy's back.

"Cu..nt !..." the little naked boy grunted - and for a few seconds the sexless young boy's hands and feet twitched convulsively, but he was already dead

The boy's naked, mutilated, bloody and stinking corpse was then dragged, by the legs, by the arena-slave to the arena-wall, his severed genitals were tied round his neck, and Marcus' corpse was hoisted up, to hang beside what remained of naked young Felix.

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In the gladiatorial fights young Ephebus had defeated Felix, and Calvius had defeated Marcus.

The naked, emasculated bodies of the two dead boys had been dragged away and hung from the arena-wall.

Grachus, of course, wanted to be rid of not just Felix, but also Ephebus, and because Ephebus had turned out to be quite a good fighter, Grachus chose a much older and more experienced fighter, Calvius, to make sure that Ephebus was 'finished-off' that afternoon.

For this fight Calvius had put on stout leather cross-belts and a small, leather breast-plate to give himself added protection, as he had already seen young Ephebus quickly and swiftly defeat the boy Felix, and he probably didn't want to take any chances, even although the odds were massively stacked against Ephebus.

Ephebus had also put on leather cross-belts, although he still only wore his tiny 'cachè-sex', which was already 'tented' by his stiffening 'tool' !

Both gladiators were fighting with swords and shields, and soon metal clashed against metal as the fight commenced.

Predictably, Ephebus was quickly outclassed by his more experienced opponent, and early on the young lad sustained a sword thrust to his arm, and went down on his knees, groaning and dropping his sword and shield, as the crowd cheered.

While the arena-slaves moved Ephebus' sword and shield away to the side of the arena-wall so that the wounded boy couldn't retrieve them later in the fight, the crowd cheered once again as Calvius unbuckled his belt, letting his loincloth slip down onto the sand, revealing his huge, stiff cock, well-filled, hairy scrotum, and superb, muscular buttocks.

Without bothering to strip young Ephebus, whose backside was exposed anyway, Calvius pushed the moaning boy forwards, and guided his huge, thick 'tool' past the thin cord running between Ephebus' buttocks, and up against the young lad's tight little puckered anus.

"No ! Please !", Ephebus cried, as he foolishly and pointlessly tried to hold his anal 'ring' tightly closed, denying big Calvius the right to penetrate him.

"Come on, you stupid cunt ! - Open up !", Calvius grunted, as he started to push against the boy's tight little 'ring'. "

"No ! Please don't ! Not up my bum-hole !", Ephebus groaned, knowing that if he let Calvius in, then his anus would be inevitably ripped open by the big gladiator's huge 'tool'. Calvius, of course, refused to be denied by a mere 'slip of a boy', and grabbed Ephebus slim hips, and pushed his own hips forwards, forcing his huge penis against the young lad's anus.

"Cunt !", Ephebus groaned, as his 'ring' was slowly spread open, and the huge, exposed knob of Calvius' 'tool' slowly forced its way into the squirming boy, ripping Ephebus' anus open in the process. Finally the 'head' of Calvius' penis disappeared inside the poor boy, and immediately Ephebus squealed as he was fully penetrated by the massive bulk of Calvius' truly enormous prick.

Calvius then began thrusting, with Ephebus groaning and squirming beneath him.

Eventually, after a long, brutal rape, Calvius approached his climax. As his huge, hairy, swinging balls pulled up into his even hairier crotch, Calvius looked round at the crowd with a big grin on his face, and with glazed eyes. "I'm fuckin' cummin' !", he moaned, as the crowd cheered in obvious approval.

Then, as he felt his spunk pumping up his huge shaft, he pulled his prick out of the groaning boy, and holding his throbbing 'tool', he proceeded to squirt ropes of his thick, vigorous seed all over young Ephebus' firm, boyish buttocks !

"Oh shit ! I'm really cummin' !", Calvius grunted, as he guided his huge prick from side to side, ensuring that both hemispheres of Ephebus smooth buttocks were completely drenched in his hot, thick semen.

As soon as Calvius had finished raping young Ephebus and drenching him with spunk, he replaced his belt and loincloth, and ordered the arena-slaves to strip the boy completely naked.

"Oh no, Calvius ! Please don't let these guys show my 'privates' to the crowd!", the raped boy begged pathetically, as one of the arena slaves grabbed Ephebus' arms, while the other slave grabbed hold of Ephebus' G-string. The slave holding Ephebus' tiny 'cachè-sex' looked over to Calvius. "The little tosser's 'creamed in his g-string !", he said to Calvius, ginning.
Calvius looked down and immediately saw the dark stain of Ephebus' 'boy-juice' on the pristine, white pouch, showing that the boy had 'cum' while he was being fucked.
The arena-slave then looked to Calvius for confirmation to strip Ephebus.
"No ! Please !", Ephebus called to Calvius, but Calvius simply nodded, and the grinning arena-slave simply ripped off the squirming boy's tiny spunk-stained G-string.

Immediately Ephebus' stiff 'tool', which had been 'tenting' the pouch of his incredibly brief loincloth from the beginning, was finally released, and stuck out, strong and stiff, from the boy's neat, small 'bush' of curly black pubic hair.
"Oh shit ! The crowd can see my 'hard-on' !", Ephebus moaned, as he looked down to see his dribbling prick jerking about obscenely.

The slaves then proceeded to remove the boy's arm-guards, cross-belts and cotton leggings, leaving him stark 'bollock-naked', apart from his slave-collar !

The sight of young Ephebus, stark naked, with his neat little black curly bush, pink, hairless balls and his unusually large (for his age), stiff, jerking prick immediately got Calvius, who was well known for his liking of pretty young boys, very aroused for the second time.

Immediately Calvius pulled away the pouch of his loincloth, revealing once again to the cheering crowd his own enormous, stiff 'tool'.

Calvius then strutted around the arena, showing off his huge, jerking cock to the crowd, as he ordered the arena-slaves to tie Ephebus' hands behind his back.

Once the boy was tied up, Calvius got Ephebus to bend over, and once again he rammed his massive prick into the young lad's backside !

"Shit ! You're too fuckin' big !", Ephebus moaned, as he staggered on the sand, under the vicious onslaught of Calvius' thrusting.
The naked young lad, however, got extremely aroused as Calvius' huge shaft pumped in and out of his horribly stretched rectum.

"Oh shit ! You're makin' me so fuckin' horny !", Ephebus moaned, as he took the onslaught from Calvius' huge 'tool'.
With each thrust from Calvius, Ephebus jerked forwards, and his own massively erect penis jerked upward, slapping against his smooth, boyish belly.
All this jerking and slapping gave Ephebus' exposed 'knob' plenty of stimulation, and the repeated thrusts of Calvius' huge cock rubbing against Ephebus' prostate slowly got the naked lad so 'sexed-up' that he eventually 'climaxed'.

"Oh shit ! I'm cummin' !", Ephebus groaned, as he started squirting great ropes of 'boy-juice' over the sand.

Calvius, however, kept thrusting and moaning, as it took him much longer to reach his orgasm than young Ephebus, which pleased the crowd, as they were enjoying watching this prolonged and brutal rape of a pretty, naked young boy.

Ephebus, of course, had finished /cumming/, and was simply jerking back and forth, with his semi-erect prick dribbling out a long string of spunk that waved about as it dangled from his flopping prick.

Eventually Calvius 'climaxed'.

"Fuck ! This is it !", he grunted, as he pulled his heavily veined, throbbing prick out of Ephebus' gaping arse-hole and squirted his thick, hot spunk over Ephebus' firm, muscular buttocks.

Once Calvius had finished, he ordered the arena-slaves to untie Ephebus, while he pulled up his loincloth, and adjusted his heavy genitals in the tight-fitting pouch

The arena-slaves then sat Ephebus down on the sand, but the naked lad was by now hysterically 'aroused' by the two rapes.

"Shit, my fuckin' prick's gonna burst !", Ephebus groaned as he looked down at his huge, swollen, jerking 'tool'.

Unable to restrain himself he then pushed his hips forward and up, ramming his massively hard cock into his fist, and started furiously wanking.

While the crowd laughed and jeered at the ridiculously 'raunchy' lad frantically 'tossing off', Calvius simply stood over the boy, with a big grin on his face, watching him 'perform'.

By now Ephebus' prick was standing almost vertically, and the boy was starring down at his huge heavily veined 'tool', as he frantically and repeatedly pulled his foreskin up and down over his massively swollen, pink, shiny 'knob'.

"Shit ! I gotta fuckin' cum !", Ephebus groaned, as he squirmed on the sticky, spunk-drenched sand, desperately trying to bring himself off.
Then Ephebus finally 'climaxed'.

"Oh shit ! This is it ! I'm fuckin' cummin' !", the naked boy moaned.

Ephebus then let out a high pitched groan, and the crowd cheered, as ropes of thick, creamy spunk repeatedly squirted from his gaping cock-slit, and splattered in shiny white gobs all over the sand.

Calvius then used his sword to give the boy two superficial wounds on the chest, so that both the boy's pectoral muscles were then disabled.
This of course ensured that the boy would be completely unable to defend himself in the final moments of the fight.
Ephebus was then dragged over to the side of the arena, where he was forced to bend over.

The naked boy was still highly aroused, and was probably expecting to be raped yet again. While he waited to be penetrated by Calvius' huge 'tool', Calvius was getting a large, thick wooden baton, and the young lad was clearly surprised when he felt a piece of cold wood being forced against his anus, instead of Calvius' hot, stiff prick.

After two rapes, Ephebus could no longer hold his torn 'ring' closed, and Calvius had no trouble pushing the large wooden baton deep into the naked lad's rectum.

Calvius had obviously skewered the boy with the baton in order to make sure that when he castrated the young lad, Ephebus would be fully erect, as a fighter mutilated with a full-blown erection always pleased the crowd.
In Ephebus' case this was hardly necessary, however, as the young lad seemed to be permanently 'aroused' !

Once Ephebus had the baton right up inside him, Calvius released him, and Ephebus staggered over to the center of the arena.

"Shit ! I gotta wank - again !", Ephebus grunted, as he struggled to cope with the baton which Calvius had rammed right up inside him.
The baton had gone far deeper into Ephebus than Calvius' penis, and the bulbous end had caught on the naked lad's prostate and made his incredibly 'horny'.

Ephebus then spread his legs, and started using his fist on his hugely enlarged 'tool' yet again !

The crowd, of course, couldn't help but laugh at this horribly over-sexed boy who couldn't leave himself alone, even although he was only minutes away from being 'finished-off'.
As the young lad worked frantically on his huge, stiff prick, and played provocatively with his balls, his anal muscles naturally contracted and relaxed repeatedly with the stimulation he was giving himself.
This in turn caused the baton up his backside to jerk back and forth, and this obscene display caused even more amusement in the crowd.

Now Ephebus seemed to have gone a bit crazy.

"Come on ! Look at my huge cock, an' my big balls ! Don't you wanna fuck me ? Don't you wanna suck with my huge cock, 'an lick my juicy bollocks ?" he shouted to the crowd as he furiously wanked.

As Ephebus had already climaxed twice during the fight, he took quite a bit longer to reach his orgasm, and while he was amusing the crowd by 'talking dirty' and 'playing with himself', Calvius picked up his sword, and stood behind the boy, getting ready to mutilate the naked young lad.

Calvius watched carefully as young Ephebus masturbated frantically, and when the naked boy's legs started to tremble, as he worked on his stiff tool, Calvius knew that the boy was approaching what would be his last ever orgasm.
As soon as the baton started jerking violently in the boy's twitching anus, and his scrotum pulled up into his hairy groin, Calvius knew that young Ephebus was going to have his 'climax'.

"Oh fuck ! This is it !", Ephebus squealed, and then, at the very moment when the first squirt of spunk spurted from the crazy boy's jerking prick, Calvius pulled the squirming boy to his feet by his tousled mop of thick, black hair.

Then, while Ephebus was still groaning, as he pumped out his spunk over the sand, Calvius deftly sliced at the naked lad's groin, taking off the squirming young boy's twitching, erect penis and both his testicles with one cut.

Ephebus was groaning with pleasure as he spurted his spunk, but moments later he was in agony as Calvius' sword sliced through the root of his prick, and the base of his scrotum, as his cords were cut and his testicles, along with his penis, were severed from his hairy groin and fell to the sand.

"Now you know what it felt like for young Felix !", Calvius said, laconically, looking straight at young Ephebus' face, which was now no longer boyish and handsome, but contorted in agony as he grabbed at the mutilated bleeding stump, which was still squirting his creamy white 'boy-juice'.

Calvius, still holding Ephebus by the hair, bent down and picked up the boy's severed genitals.
He then held them up, right in front of the struggling young lad's face.

"That'll teach you to shout your mouth off about you big cock and big balls - now you got nothing between your legs !", Calvius told Ephebus, as he let go of Ephebus hair, and the naked, completely castrated young lad flopped down onto the sand, groaning and sobbing, (the men always screamed, groaned and swore, but the young boys nearly always squealed, sobbed and cried when they had their 'privates' cut off).

Ephebus, who by then was only dribbling spunk onto the sand from his bloody stump, was now keeling on the sand, starring down and clutching at his mutilated groin, unaware of Calvius approaching him from behind.

"I got no fuckn' prick - an' no fuckin bollocks !", Ephebus sobbed, "You've fuckin' castrated me - you cunt !", as Calvius grabbed Ephebus' hair once again, and pulled his head right up to expose his neck.
Ephebus managed to squeak, "Oh no ! Don't... !", but then Calvius' sword sliced through his neck.

Calvius let go of Ephebus' hair, and immediately the naked, sexless boy's grimacing head fell to one side, and landed with a thud on the sand, to the deafening roar of the crowd.

Meanwhile, Ephebus' headless naked corpse, with the baton still rammed up its anus, sat upright on the sand.
One hand was clutching at its mutilated groin, while the other hand jerked up and waved uncontrollably, as if trying to stop the pumping fountain of blood spraying from the neck.
After a few moments, however, the obscenely jerking, naked young body slumped, and toppled over in a crumpled heap.

Calvius then raised his arms in a victorious gesture, as the roar of the crowd became a series of cheers and sustained applause for what was, admittedly, a spectacular 'kill'.

Meanwhile, the arena-slaves straightened out the tangled heap of twitching limbs, which passed for the dead young eunuch's corpse, lying the corpse on its belly, to show off the smooth muscular buttocks of the delectable backside, and they placed the severed head of the sexless corpse by its side.

Ephebus' genitals were still lying on the sand and, as often happens when a fighter is killed while sexually aroused, the severed phallus of the naked corpse was still erect, with both testicles still attached to it.

The baton was still protruding obscenely from between the two prominent, hemispheres of Ephebus' gleaming, once boyish buttocks (of course now he was no longer a boy, but just a sexless, headless corpse).

Ephebus' naked, impaled and mutilated corpse was then dragged by its legs to the side of the arena, strung up beside two other defeated, un-sexed and dead fighters.

The large severed genitals were tied round Ephebus' neck, and the dead young fighter's head, which was still wearing the shocked and horrified expression, with mouth open and eyes staring wildly, from the moment of death, was placed on the sand under the naked corpse's feet.

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When his father is recalled to Rome, at the end of the Reign of the Emperor Nero, Marcus, and his father and mother travel from Piraeus (the port of Athens) to Brundisium (in South East Italy) by boat.

They newer reach their destination, however, as the boat they are traveling on is attacked by pirates.

Marcus' mother and father are cruelly killed, and Marcus is taken, by the pirates, to Cydonia, in Crete, where he is sold as a slave to a slave-dealer called Arion.

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