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C A LV I U S & T H E B O Y- G L A D I AT O R S

PREFACE TO CALVIUS & THE BOY-GLADIATORS Roman civilisation, a cultural milieu which we mainly take for granted as the second of the two foundations of Western culture, Greece & Rome. What divides the Romans from our contemporary society is the institution of slavery, which enabled them to categorise huge numbers of individuals as 'non-people' who could be obscenely abused and treated with ultimate cruelty – for the amusement and sadistic satisfaction of their masters. Roman attitudes to sexuality, violence and morality in the 1 st Century were very different to those generally accepted in the 21st Century. These accounts of events in a private Roman Arena attempt to be as historically accurate as possible. With regard to the photos; settings, costumes, and ancillary equipment, all have been re-produced according to the most reliable historical evidence now available. The text describes in detail exactly what would have happened in such a fight, but the dialogue of the main characters, has been updated to modern, and very explicit forms of 'slang', to reflect, in contemporary form, the kind of classical language (low class, common and crude), that would have been used at the time. This section, & the other reconstructions, therefore contain very strong language.


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THE ROMAN GAMES THE PSYCHOLOGY OF THE ARENA It is easy for people in the 21st Century to appear to be shocked by events in the Roman Arena, and to condemn them as barbaric and immoral. It should be remembered, however, that even in the Stuart period in supposedly Christian England traitors were publicly executed, suffering the punishment of 'drawing and quartering'. This punishment involved the (always male) condemned traitor being stripped completely naked, and having his genitals (testicles and penis) cut off. He would then have his belly slit open from sternum to groin, and have his intestines 'drawn' out. His 'bowels' and his genitals would then be burned in front of him. Then while still alive, his legs would be cut off at the tops of the thighs, and his arms would be cut off at the shoulders. The remaining naked, mutilated, and usually still living torso would then be decapitated. And all of this would be performed in front of a crowd that would include men women and children. Even today we see innumerable individuals killed, tortured and mutilated daily on the television or at the cinema. Of course these murders and mutilations, generally speaking, (with the exception of news footage), are not real, but they are often simulated so accurately that they may as well be. Of course, we rarely see sexual abuse or mutilation on television or at the cinema, but even a casual perusal of the internet will reveal such subjects in the form of videos. . They did however, have a class of individuals upon which any form of real violence could be perpetrated entirely legally. In addition, such violence was condoned and approved by the state, and by moral authorities such as leaders of society, philosophers, and the organisers of the Roman religion. For the Romans, simulated violence was not really possible – they obviously did not have television, cinema or videos The Roman ritual of the arena began as a Munera – a sacrifice of slaves on the death of a significant individual, but later these sacrifices were transformed into the Ludi, or Games, and the question is why did this happen. The answer may be found in the unique social and economic circumstances that arose in 1st Century Rome. These social and economic circumstances, allied with the peculiarly Roman psychology may well account for the unique phenomena of the Games. As has already been described, Roman society was male dominated and 'phallo-centric'. This, however, can be said of many other societies, and it was other


factors, combining with the male domination and 'phallo-centricism' which eventually produced the Roman Games. In the 1st Century the economic status of the city of Rome became essentially non-viable. The status and significance of the city drew hundreds of thousands of individuals from the local countryside and even other provinces. Most of these individuals were classed as plebians (common working-class people), and were unable to find any regular employment in the city. Because Rome was the administrative hub of the empire, there was always concern with regard to the security of the government, and a huge population of unemployed working class people were seen as a constant threat. Supplying this large, unemployed population with work was practically impossible, and so housing and food were provided free of charge so that the basic needs of the people were met. This, of course, put a huge strain on the finances of the Empire, and eventually contributed to the collapse of the Roman system. Simply providing for the physical and economic requirements of the unemployed, (free bread was supplied by the state), was not enough, however, and in order to ensure the minimum social disruption it became essential to 'amuse' the 'lower classes'. The 'Public Games' were free, and therefore available to the unemployed. Not only did the Games offer a distraction from poverty for a day, but the Games also featured 'performers' who were generally of a lower social class than the 'free' but socially disadvantaged and unemployed plebians, as the 'performers' in the arena were slaves. Not only were the performers of a lower social class than the plebians, but they were also killed, either in combat or as a result of torture or execution. For people who were at the bottom of the social ladder, who had very little self esteem, seeing other individuals, technically at a lower level, being abused, tortured, humiliated and killed was reassuring, and gave them a sense of status, even if it was a dubious sense of status. Having achieved a certain sense of status by seeing those who were lower in the social 'pecking order' mutilated and killed, the lower orders were then less inclined to rise up against their 'masters', (the political and economic elite), and so the tranquillity of the metropolis could be maintained. As other cities in the empire grew in size, and developed their own populations of aimless unemployed, so arenas were built in these cities, and the custom of attending the games spread throughout the empire. There was also, in addition, the sexual element for, to the Romans, sex and status were inextricably linked, as sexual penetration was simply equated with domination and status. Thus, for the lower classes to see someone else, of lower status, penetrated while appearing in the arena was gratifying and reassuring. And it didn't matter whether they were penetrated by a sword, a spear, or anally with a stake or baton, or with an erect penis. For the Romans, any form of bodily penetration was humiliating. With a sword, spear or arrow it could be a fatal penetration. If it was a form of sexual penetration, then it could also, on occasions be fatal, but more importantly, sexual penetration was considered ultimately demeaning and humiliating.


And of course, the element of sexual penetration also aroused the sadistic and voyeuristic instincts in the Roman crowd, which are human instincts that are always present in a large proportion of the human population. It is also very revealing to note that legally gladiators, and other performers in the arena, were classified with prostitutes – both male and female. In addition, the Latin word for the gladiator’s trainer (lanista), was derived from the Latin word for a pimp (leno) as, like pimps and prostitutes, public performers such as actors and gladiators sold their bodies for the delectation of others, if only visually. Even more telling, the word gladius, meaning sword in Latin, from which the word gladiator is derived, was also the common vulgar Latin word for penis, and in particular the erect penis. The Roman theatre, in the 1st Century, became a strong influence on the productions staged in the arena. The Roman theatre were very different to the theatre of more recent times. Actors did not have any of the artistic and intellectual pretensions of contemporary actors, and were, as we have already seen, legally equated with prostitutes and pimps. The most popular theatrical form in the 1st Century was the Mime, which was somewhere between a musical and a ballet, but with the principle actor's voices being substituted by a chorus. Many of the Mimes were based on Greek myths, and involved explicit scenes between the Gods, and the gods and mortals. As the actors were legally slaves, it was possible for them to perform un-simulated sex on the stage, (which included homosexual acts in depictions of Zeus and Ganymede etc.), and such performances became very popular, despite the occasional attempts of the state to outlaw such productions. In addition to this display of public pornography, violent scenes were also shown without simulation, with slaves being killed in depictions of the Illiad, and similar violent stories, and slaves being emasculated, in depictions of myths such as the castrations of Chronus, and Attis. Having to compete with such productions in the theatre, impresarios, like Gracchus, who owned a private arena, were forced to develop more explicit performances. As a result, combatants and executioners in the arena were encouraged to rape, abuse and mutilate their defeated opponents or condemned victims. In a phallo-centric society, where sexual penetration signalled a male's status, the gladiator – literally one who wielded a gladius (sword) – the Latin slang for penis – was expected to penetrate or be penetrated. The first penetration would be with a sword, spear, trident or arrow. Further 'penetrations' would be concentrated on the anus and mouth, with batons, spear butts and inevitably the penis of the victorious fighter, and sometimes also those of the arena-slaves, and so eventually it became common practice for defeated fighters and condemned slaves, (prior to execution), to be repeatedly 'abused', raped and anally impaled. The sexual 'abuse' would also involve the defeated fighter, or condemned slave' being forced to indulge in 'self abuse', indicating his inability to use his own 'gladius' or penis for the purpose of penetration, but only to humiliatingly waste his 'seed' over the arena sand. (An extreme case is found in the defeat of the gladiator Calvius, where the arena-slaves managed to fold him over sufficiently so that he could penetrate his own mouth with his own penis.)


After being raped, often orally as well as anally, and 'spending' his useless 'seed' on the sand, the unfortunate victim would then usually be fully emasculated and killed, as a climax the brutal and obscene performance. The psychology of phallic. (penile). Penetration, along with the use of penis substitutes such as batons and stakes, (the celebrated Freudian phallic symbols), is relatively easy to comprehend, but the psychology of emasculation (castration) is a little more complex. One possible and likely explanation centres around Sigmund Freud's famous Oedipus Complex, and the castration complex that lies at its heart. The castration complex, as proposed by Freud, posits that the young male child believes that the father, realizing the boy's desire for the mother, and the boy's desire to masturbate, will castrate the child . In this case, according to Freud, castration did not imply the removal of the testicles, but rather the removal of the penis, and as Roman society was a 'phallo-centric' society this was even more appropriate. Although the Romans were obsessed with the phallus (penis), and penetration, they also appreciated the importance of the testicles as the source of masculinity. This is evident by the fact that a Roman citizen could not be legally castrated, and also that citizens gave testimony in a law court with their hand over their testicles, (testifying), to show that if they were lying they would be prepared to loose their testicles, (of course, eunuchs and slaves were not allowed to testify in Roman courts – eunuchs because they had no testicles, and slaves because they were not actually people). Unfortunately we do not have any ancient Romans to psychoanalyse, but it is possible to make some suppositions from the evidence available. Contrary to popular belief, Roman society was not permissive or libidinous. The stereotype of the 'Roman orgy' was something that was restricted to only a very small section of the highest levels of Roman society, and such behaviour was considered by many to be 'un-Roman'. Most often the 'orgy' was an all male dining and drinking party, with the 'entertainment' provided by female prostitutes, or catamites, depending on the predilections of diners. The foundation of Roman society was the 'pater familias', the father of the family, who legally had the power of life and death over all members of his family.


The result of this was that the castration complex was far stronger in Roman society than in the Viennese nineteenth century society of Dr. Sigmund Freud, as it was more than possible that the distant, threatening and powerful father might actually carry out the threat of castration. In addition, in wealthy families there would often be the presence of eunuchs, (castrated slaves), who would be living proof to the boys of the family that castration was an actual possibility. According to Freud, all boys desire their mother, and common sense tells us that all boys masturbate, and the result of this was a very guilt ridden male populace. At this point we come to the Freudian concept of 'projection', where an individual 'projects' his own disreputable features onto other individual, thus easing his own conscience, and placating the stern 'superego' created in his childhood by the stern 'pater familias'. The most amenable individuals for this form of projection in Roman times were slaves – individuals with no human rights, who were considered the lowest of the low, and were credited with every possible deficiency of character. Slaves who were gladiators, and slaves who were condemned of various crimes were ideal subjects on who to project the guilt which most male Roman adults felt, and therefore to suffer the very punishment that the pater familias had threatened all those years before – and that punishment, of course, was castration. The result was that the crowd at the arena, which consisted mainly of men, was always screaming for the defeated fighters and condemned criminals to be castrated, and men like Gracchus, who controlled the Private Arena, were only too happy to placate the crowd with with displays which included genital mutilation. In addition, as the second reason for threatened castration was childhood masturbation, artificially aroused 'performers' in the arena were encouraged, or forced, to masturbate in public, - (although a few masochistic fighters would abuse themselves quite willingly), - so that the subsequent punishment of castration would seem even more appropriate. Initially the arena crowd were quite happy to see any fighter or condemned slave undergo such a humiliating process at the Games, but as the century progressed the previous reliance on big, muscular, older men slowly changed, and in response to the reactions of the crowd, more fights were given over to younger men, adolescents, and sometimes even young boys, who were cheaper and easier to acquire, and were more popular with the pederastic and voyeuristic Roman crowd, and even judicial executions tended to kill the older criminals in the dungeons while reserving the younger, more attractive criminals for public executions. Paradoxically, arena fighters who were skilful enough, or lucky enough to have a number of victories would quickly become the 'darlings of the crowd'. Standing practically naked in the arena, with just a tiny loincloth covering their bulging, virile masculinity, these fighters – regardless of the fact that they were merely slaves, represented, for the crowd, the victorious might and strength of the Roman Empire. Bestriding a defeated opponent, the hard, veined, muscular body of the victorious athlete became, in effect, the hard, veined phallus of Roman potency, with the upraised 'gladius' emphasising the phallic nature of the symbolism. Equally, the naked, and gelded body of the defeated victim or condemned criminal had usually been anally penetrated with a penis, baton, sword, spear or stake, (or any combination of these), and it was this emasculation and penetration that symbolised the humiliated and feminised nature of the defeated enemies of Rome. And, of course, the crowd, who considered themselves more than the equal of any slave – even a victorious slave, - would identify with, and even consider themselves superior to the victor, and therefore with Rome.


Eventually, of course, Christianity, with its repressive view of sexuality, brought an end to the violent and sexually explicit performances in the arena, and the phenomena of the Private Arena has never been revived.

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INTRODUCTION The lunch-time session of executions was finally over. The last of the naked, mutilated corpses were cut down from where they had been hanging from the arena wall and dragged with hooks to the 'spoilarium', - and the various crosses, stakes, racks and other implements of torture and execution were removed from the arena. Slaves then moved in with large baskets full of fresh sand, which would be spread on the arena floor once the guts, excrement and soiled sand had been shovelled up and carted away. Other groups of slaves then brought in huge, bronze burners, which gave off clouds of costly incense in an attempt to disguise the smell of excrement, blood and guts which had pervaded the arena during the lunchtime executions. Finally the arena was ready for the first of the gladiatorial contests, which were the highlight of each day at the Games. The star of that particular afternoon was a well-known individual from Gracchus' arena called Calvius ('the bald one'). Many of those who patronised Gracchus' private Arena expected to see some sex, as well as a few good kills and a certain amount of torture, and with Calvius the crowd certainly would certainly get their money's worth, and for this reason Calvius was very popular. CALVIUS Calvius had been born on the estate of a rich Roman patrician, to a woman who was a household slave. He was brought up a slave, and as a child he helped in the kitchens and on the farm. When Calvius reach his early teenage years he came to the attention of the rich patrician, and he became the patrician's catamite, (boy sex-slave). Calvius, however, was and unruly boy, forever getting into trouble, and when he was sixteen he was caught stealing a few small items of his master's silver. Fortunately for him, his master was quite lenient, and instead of handing him over to the authorities to be punished, his master simply sold him, and it was in this way that he came into the possession of Gracchus. At first Calvius was used as a scene-shifter, and general 'dogs-body', looking after the gladiators armour, and tidying up after fights and executions.


Later he became an arena-slave, and when Grachus realised that the young teenager particularly like watching executions, he was made an assistant to the chief executioner. Noticing that Calvius was what could only be described as a 'true sadist', Gracchus later had the executioner trained up as a gladiator, and Calvius' forte became the defeating and 'dismantling' of cute young 'boy-gladiators'. 'BOY GLADIATORS' It must be remembered that life expectancy in ancient Rome was short, with plebeians rarely surviving beyond forty years – so a twenty year old was halfway through life. Also, the Romans had no concept of 'childhood' – this is a recent idea, originating during the 18th and 19th centuries – and boys were just considered to be 'little men'. But the attraction of boys to the Romans was that they were not sexually mature (puberty came later in ancient times because of poor nutrition), and this was expressed by the boy's lack of pubic and body-hair. Because it was the custom for Roman girls and woman to remove all body-hair, including pubic hair, this meant that boys were viewed as 'feminised' sexual objects – and it was therefore acceptable for Roman males to 'bugger' them. And it was for this reason that 'Boy Gladiators' were very popular in the Private Arena. Because of this, Gracchus often used boys as young as twelve in his arena – and these boys sometimes fought one another, usually with both boys fighting without loincloths, to show off their lack of sexual maturity. Often, however, boys were used as 'arena-fodder' (fighters put in the arena with the expectation of them being killed), and matched against older, more experienced fighters – and these contests were very popular as the boys would inevitably be raped and then mutilated before being killed. Gracchus had a plentiful supply of these attractive young lads – mainly runaways and orphans trawled from the city streets by Gracchus' 'eagle-eyed' agents. The boys, however, were not 'kidnapped', but rather 'seduced'. A few flagons of wine, and talk of fine armour, the adulation of the crowd, and the promise of girls, and later rich women, was enough to convince most boys that the life of a gladiator was an enviable one. The boy would then be taken to Gracchus' gladiator school, which was situated close to his private arena. There the boys would be bathed and brought naked to Gracchus. If gracchus liked what he saw the boy would then be 'collared' (have an iron slave-collar riveted round his neck), and would become the property of Marcus Gracchus. For a runaway or orphan boy, however, this was not – initially - a bad deal. Possibly for the first time in his life instead of sleeping on the street, or five to a bed, he would have his own room. In addition he would have four meals a day, and baths, haircuts and massages. There would also be athletic training, and training with weapons with other boys of his own age. There would be no girls, however, despite the promises, - but erotic friendships with other boys in the school would be encouraged, and boys would – if they kept to the rules and trained well – be allowed to spend nights together at Gracchus' discretion. And - after a minimum of training – the unfortunate lads would sent into the arena to be defeated by older, more experienced gladiators, like Calvius, who would then rape and mutilate them, before 'finishing them off' in some predictably appalling way.


Calvius was very 'well-endowed', could so be relied on to put on not just a good show of swordsmanship, in the accepted use of the term, but a good show of 'swordsmanship' in the other use of the word – 'gladius' (sword in Latin), after all, was also the slang word for the penis in ancient Rome. Because of this, when Calvius appeared, the crowd could be assured of a good fight, followed by the spectacle of a squealing, struggling young boy impaled on Calvius' huge stiff, swollen 'tool', and then the same boy, who was by then a eunuch, having had his genitals cut off, being the subject of one of Calvius' spectacular and bloody kills.


On this particular day Calvius was to fight three 'boygladiators'; Marcus, Ephebus and Hastus. Calvius was to fight these boys in order of age, starting with Marcus, who was the youngest. Marcus was one of those boys trawled off the city streets. Having been given a minimal amount of training in sword-play, he was to be sent out into the arena, and would almost certainly be Felix & Marcus - Two very killed. For Gracchus this was in fact highly 'horny' boy-gladiators profitable. Marcus Marcus, although legally indeterminate in status – he may have been a boy-gladiator slave, possibly a runaway, or he may have been 'free-born' but an orphan - was viewed as a slave, although Gracchus had not expended any money purchasing him. The only cost to Gracchus was the training, and the boy's keep for about a month, which was minimal. The boy's appearance in the arena, however, would boost the popularity of Grachus' arena, and bring him considerable profit. To please the crowd, Marcus, who was very 'well-endowed' for his age, was to fight completely naked, except for arm-guards and a 'slave-collar', and he was to be armed only with a small shield and a 'gladius' or sword. Before the fight, which was the first public fight in which he had ever taken part, Marcus had been bathed, massaged, and his whole body shaved and oiled to make him look even younger that he actually was. On the day of the fight Marcus was kept in a separate 'cell' before his fight, and he was given no indication of who he would fight. Left naked, with metal studded arm-guards and a shield, Marcus had to wait apprehensively until an arena-slave came to collect him and lead him out into the arena. Blinking in the bright light of the early afternoon sun, Marcus stood in the arena, stark naked, as he was handed a short sword. The crowd was cheering, but the cheers rose to a crescendo when Calvius appeared. Calvius was wearing a large, traditional style loincloth, arm-guards, boots and an elaborate bronze helmet, topped with a bright red plume. When Marcus and Calvius met in the arena the crowd went wild with excitement in anticipation of what was to come. While in many fights bets were placed on which fighter would win, in this fight bets were placed on how Calvius would 'finish-off' his young opponent, and the number of times a boy would be 'abused' before he was killed, or if he would be only partially mutilated or fully emasculated in the course of the fight.


INTRODUCTION The crowd had already begun the day by watching two boxing matches which had ended with two spectacular kills : young Lysus and Perseus. After the wrestlers came the Pankration, with Lucian viciously beating a number of young opponents, including Cleon and Vindrex, a young Gaul. Finally it was the turn of the gladiators, with the crowds favourite, Calvius, set to defeat and abuse a number of young 'boy-gladiators'. The first of the boys that Calvius was to fight was young Marcus. Marcus, on entering the arena, had a broad grin on his face, as if he was completely unaware of the appalling fate that awaited him. This was probably due to the combination of poppy-juice, hemp and wine that he had been given about thirty minutes previously, which was now beginning to affect him. In addition the unsuspecting lad had been given some herbs with aphrodisiac qualities, which also began to effect him, and so, as he came into the arena, he had a partial erection, although he didn't seem to notice. Almost immediately the two fighters started sparring, while the crowd shouted all sorts of ridiculous advice to young Marcus, just to confuse him. While Marcus was armed with just a short sword, Calvius was fighting with a spear, so he had the obvious advantage of reach. It was obvious right at the every beginning that Marcus was completely outclassed, but Calvius played around with the boy in order to give the crowd a good show. Eventually, however, Marcus overreached himself, and went for Calvius' groin. Marcus spear thrust was easily deflected by Calvius, but the older fighter was incensed at the young lad's impudence, and so he decided to teach young Marcus a lesson. After parrying the blow to his groin, Calvius followed through with a jab at Marcus stomach. “Shit ! My belly !�, Marcus grunted, as the spear tip was thrust into the upper part of his abdomen. Although the spear thrust looked dramatic, as far as the crowd was concerned, Calvius had been careful to give the boy just a flesh wound, piercing the


skin and the abdominal muscles, but doing no internal damage. The reason for this was that Calvius wanted the boy to surrender the fight, but be sufficiently uninjured to survive during the session of torture and abuse that the crowd were expecting, prior to the boy being 'finished-off'. Marcus, of course, was no fighter, being young and weak, and he immediately fell to his knees after receiving a wound that fighters like Calvius wouldn't even notice. “Please, no more, sir ! I give !”, Marcus spluttered, as he looked down, wide-eyed, at the spear which Calvius was still holding on to, which was sticking in his belly. While Calvius held the spear, he took off his ornate, bronze helmet. Calvius, with a big grin on his face, looked down at his kneeling young opponent. “Oh no ! I got a stiffy !”, Marcus squeaked, as he looked down at the spear and then his hairless groin. The naked teenager, despite being speared, was highly aroused, with his erect penis jerking obscenely, and he sat on his haunches, almost crying, as he looked up at Calvius. “So, you useless little cunt – you give ?”, Calvius questioned. “Yes sir, I give ! Please spare me !”, Marcus replied with a pathetic whine. “If you 'give', son, you are mine, and you do whatever I say, and then I may spare you !”, Calvius continued, liking his lips at the thought of raping abusing the 'horny' little boy and gaining even more kudos with the crowd. The crowd, of course, were always eager to see a young 'boy-fighter' get himself impaled on the 'virile member' of his victorious opponent, and Calvius' twenty centimetre long erect appendage, with its huge circumference of fifteen centimetres, was more than any boy of Marcus' age could take. “I'll do anything, sir ! - Just spare me, please !”, Marcus replied, almost immediately, and rather stupidly, looking a little more confident. Calvius then carefully removed the spear from Marcus' belly. “Right bum-boy ! Get up an' bend over !”, Calvius roughly commanded. As Marcus unsteadily got to his feet, Calvius pulled down the front of his red loincloth, releasing his already erect penis, prompting cheers from the crowd, who were eager to see young Marcus raped. “Oh no ! Don't stick that up my bottom !”, Marcus wailed, as he stared wide-eyed at Calvius huge erect penis. “If you want to fuckin' walk outs here alive, son, you'll let me fuck you !”, Calvius said curtly, as he turned the boy round and forced his head down. Marcus staggered, and was forced to support himself with one hand as he bent over. Meanwhile, Calvius, who was fiddling with his huge penis, as he ensured that it was fully erect, came up behind the trembling boy, while the crowd waited in hushed anticipation. Grabbing Marcus by his slim, boyish hips, Calvius centred his huge 'member' on the terrified boy's tiny, twitching anus. Calvius then pushed forward. “No, sir ! - It's too big !”, Marcus squealed, as the crowd cheered. “You take it – you whining cunt !”, Calvius retorted, ignoring the squirming boy, and continuing to push hard. Poor Marcus, who had only ever been penetrated by his equally young friends previously, was far too small to take the huge bulk of Calvius' penis.


As Calvius forced his way in, the poor boy's annal muscles first stretched and were then ripped, as Calvius finally penetrated the unfortunate lad. “Please no ! I can't take it ! - My hole can't take it !”, Marcus screamed, as the crowd cheered as Calvius pushed himself right into his struggling opponent. Calvius then started thrusting and, as it was his first occasion of sexual activity that day, he reached his climax very quickly. “Ah shit ! I cum too quick !”, Calvius groaned, and pulled his huge, jerking penis out of Marcus' ripped anus, and spent his seed all over the young lad's smooth, firm buttocks. Once Calvius had finished squirting his semen over the boy, Marcus, fell to his knees on the sand. When Marcus raised himself up, so that he was kneeling upright on the sand, a cheer, and some ribald laughter, went up from the crowd as they saw that, as a result of being roughly raped, Marcus had a very strong erection. “Right, you horny little tosser, - lets see you fuckin' wank !”, Calvius ordered. “Please sir, don't' make me play with myself !”, Marcus pleaded, but Calvius ignored him and told him to 'get on with it'. Looking down at his stiff, jerking penis, poor Marcus mechanically grabbed hold of his member, and started pulling at his foreskin. Calvius, who had by then replaced his loincloth, stood behind the naked boy, while the crowd cheered, and Marcus, rather half-heartedly, started to masturbate. Once the naked lad got going, however, he started to get 'excited', and after a while he was pushing his hips forwards and grunting and panting as he worked himself up to an orgasm. “What - you want - me - to do - if - I 'cum' ?” Marcus grunted between 'strokes'. “Squirt it on the sand in front …. “, but Calvius didn't finish what he was saying, as Maucus writhed up on the sand, groaning. “Oh no ! I'm gonna – I'm gonna -!”, Marcus didn't finish his sentence either, as he forcefully ejaculated over the sand, groaning, while the crowd cheered. Even while Marcus was still dribbling his seed onto the sand, Calvius, who had become very aroused while watching the boy masturbate, grabbed Marcus by his hair, pulled him to his feet, and bent him over once again. Ripping away the front of his loincloth, Calvius roughly rammed his penis into Marcus' anus. “No ! Not again !”, the poor boy squealed, as his already ripped anus was forced to take the enormous bulk of Calvius' 'member' for a second time. Once Calvius started thrusting into the naked boy, Marcus was crying, but the young lad, despite his apparent distress was obscenely aroused. This time Calvius took much longer to reach his climax, and the two gladiators jerked about as Calvius brutally raped the unfortunate young lad. Before Calvius climaxed, however, young Marcus had an orgasm as a result of the pounding that his prostate had been given by Calvius' massive 'member'. “Oh shit, no !”, Marcus moaned as he violently ejaculate over the sand for a second time. (This, of course, was the young lad's last ever 'climax' – although he obviously didn't know it).


Then, almost immediately after the young lad's climax, Calvius pulled out of Marcus' anus, and squirted his thick, creamy semen over the young boy's sweaty buttocks. Marcus, panting after his orgasm, slowly sank down and ended up kneeling on the sand, while Calvius busied himself stuffing his genitals back into his loincloth. “Tie his hands !”, Calvius ordered the arena-slaves, as he carefully adjusted his loincloth. “Oh no ! Please sir, you said you'd spare me !”, Marcus pleaded with the Calvius, as the arena slaves bound the naked boy's hands behind his back. Marcus was by then quite helpless, and all he could do was sit and watch as Calvius picked up his sword. Having been tied up, Marcus had started to become aroused once again, which was exactly what Calvius wanted, as he knew that the crowd like to see fighters emasculated while they had an erection. Calvius then simply bent forward and sliced off Marcus' genitals. As Calvius did so, Marcus briefly released a spurt of urine as he screamed, and at the same time his severed genitals fell to the sand. “Oh no ! My goolies an' my willy !”, Marcus squealed to Calvius, “You cut 'em off !”. The mutilated boy sat on his haunches, looking at his severed sex parts that lay on the sand by his knees, and started sobbing. He obviously realised that he was not going to leave the arena alive, and his mounting terror showed itself as he urinated from the stump that was all that was left of his penis, and noisily defecated on the sand. As he lost control of his bladder and bowels, Calvius bent forward again, and this time he deftly slit open the poor boy's smooth, hairless belly, and almost immediately the naked lad's steaming, bloody guts started to slither out of the cut. It was obviously by his actions that Calvius was a sadist, but just to emphasise the fact, it was possible to see an ominous bulge in his loincloth that indicated that mutilating the boy was making him highly aroused. “Oh no ! Help ! My insides are comin' out !”, the naked boy squealed, and the he appeared to be going into shock as he sat on the sand looking at his severe genitals and his steaming guts, that were slowly dribbling from his slashed belly,. By then it was obviously time for Calvius to 'finish-off' the pathetic, naked, squealing boy, so Calvius bent down and picked up his spear. “No ! Please sir ! Have mercy ! Don't kill me !”, Marcus pleaded. Foolishly Marcus seem to imagine that he could survive after being emasculated and disembowelled, but in the state he was in he would not probably last the hour, so paradoxically it was kinder for Calvius to kill him there and then, and of course it was this moment that the crowd were waiting for. Calvius came up to Marcus and jabbed him in the neck. The skilful


thrust slashed through Marcus windpipe and some of the surrounding blood vessels. “Oh fuck !”, Marcus grunted, (it the first time he had sworn during the fight). Almost immediately blood gushed out of the boy's mouth, and down his windpipe, into his lungs, and he began to drown in his own blood. For a moment he sat still, looking round with wide, staring eyes to the arena-slaves and the crowd, as if pleading for their help, while he gurgled horribly. Then he slowly fell forward, with his feet kicking out. For a few moments he jerked around on the sand, with his legs kicking in spasms, and the fingers of his tied hands twitching. “Fuck !”, Marcus then grunted for a second time; gave out a long, loud fart, squirted shit over the sand, and then lay still. Then there were a few more disgusting farts from the prone, naked boy, so just to make sure that Marcus was dead, Calvius took the boy's own sword and stabbed him through the back, cutting his spine and pinning him to the sand. The mutilated boy made a final jerk and then Calvius then raised his hands in triumph, and the crowd cheered and clapped another very competent and professional performance by their favourite, Calvius. Calvius, as he stood over the naked corpse of young Marcus, accepting the applause of the crowd, was feeling appallingly aroused, and was just waiting for the chance to leave the arena and relieve himself with his young catamite. Quickly the arena-slaves came forward to clear away Marcus' mutilated corpse. Once the corpse was hung from the arena wall, Calvius posed beside the dead boy, for the benefit of his fans, and then finally he was able to leave the arena. Once in one of the many changing rooms, Calvius was joined by his young Gaul, who was his 'boyfriend' in the gladiatorial school, and Calvius was soon relieving himself as he thrust his huge 'member' into the young lad. What neither the young Gaul, nor Calvius realised, however, was that this was the last time that the young Gaul would have to take Calvius' vigorous thrustings into his 'fundament' as, later in the afternoon, Calvius' huge genitals would be lying on the sanded floor of the arena, and Calvius – minus his genitals, and with his stinking guts slithering out of his slashed belly - would himself be raised high on a massive impaling stake, before being dramatically 'finished off' by his unlikely conqueror. That was to come later, however, and while Calvius and his young catamite were enjoying themselves, young Marcus naked, emasculated corpse was being hung from the arena wall.

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EPHEBUS & FELIX - INTRODUCTION As Calvius was to have two further fights that afternoon, Grachus decided that his star gladiator should be given a short rest, and sent in two new 'boy-gladiators' to keep the crowd amused. Ehpebus, (a Greek name, meaning simply 'young boy'), was a handsome, slim young Roman boy. He was to face Felix, (a Latin name, meaning faithful), was even younger than Ephebus, and was sandy haired, smooth and slim. What made this fight especially interesting was the fact that Ephebus and Felix were lovers. This, of course, was known to Gracchus who sometimes used the two boys to put on a 'show' for his more intimate guests at lavish drinking parties at his sumptuous villa. Also the trainers and arena-slaves knew about the boys, but of course the crowd were not aware of these facts. Both boys were orphans who had been found on the Roman streets, where they had managed to survive by stealing and cheating the good citizens of Rome. Offered a chance to be gladiators, the foolish boys had taken up the chance with alacrity. Ephebus, being the older, had been immediately trained as a gladiator, and had had a number of fights with other 'boy-gladiators', all of whom he had defeated, mutilated and killed. The problem with Ephebus, however, was that he was not prepared to rape or abuse his defeated opponents. Because of this, Gracchus had decided to get rid of the boy in a last, vicious fight with Calvius. Before that, however, Ephebus was to be given one last chance with Felix, as the two boys were known to regularly have sex, and therefore Ephebus might be able to manage the same thing in the arena. Ephebus was allowed to wear a very high waisted, white 'cach ĂŠ-sex', (g-string), with just two thin straps at the back that fully exposed his firm, young buttocks, along with arm-guard and leg-wraps. Felix, who was younger and had no body-hair, was to fight without a loincloth, wearing just arm-guards and leg-guards. Most of the money, of course, was being bet on Ephebus, the older and more experienced boy, and Gracchus was particularly interested to see that, if Ephebus defeated Felix, whether he would rape his one-time 'boy-friend', or simply kill Felix and then leave the arena.


If Ephebus simply killed Felix, without raping him, then Ephebus would have to face bald Calvius, and the boy's fate would be sealed. Once Calvius had left the arena, and the naked, emasculated corpse of Marcus, which had been pinned to the sand with the boy's own sword, had been prised off the sand and dragged to the arena wall to be hung, the two new boys entered the arena. EPHEBUS & FELIX – THE FIGHT A big cheer went up from the crowd, mainly because cute little Felix was not wearing a loincloth. It must be remembered that a large percentage of male Roman citizens were inveterate pederasts, (boy lovers), which was a vice that they had taken over from the Greeks. Both lads, much to the amusement and satisfaction of the crowd, appeared very 'aroused' right from the start, with young Ephebus quite obviously 'tenting' the long, white pouch of his thin G-string with a sizeable bulge, while Felix's unusually thick penis had raised itself, and lengthened considerably – probably at the sight of the obscenely bulging pouch of his 'lovers' tiny 'thong'. Neither boy, however, looked very happy at the prospect of fighting. Ephebus, probably because he thought he was going to have to kill his cute little boy-friend, Felix, and Felix because he probably guessed that he would not be leaving the arena alive. Regardless of theses possibilities, the order was given and the two lads started sparring, with Felix's stiffening penis wobbling obscenely with each lung and parry. After a number of feints and lunges the crowd obviously began to tire, sensing that the boys were not fighting seriously. Ephebus realised this and, seeing that Felix had no idea of how to use his shield properly, exposing his front, and so, taking a leaf out of Calvius' book, (he had watched the fight between Calvius and Marcus), Ephebus lunged forward and wounded the naked boy in the belly, with his sword "Fuck !" Felix cried out, as he dropped his sword and his shield and simply stood in front of his friend and started to cry. While the crowd cheered and laughed, the two boys stood facing each other, and Ephebus was standing looking, with a broad grin, at his sobbing opponent. “Oh no ! I need to piss an' shit !”, Felix blurted out, not realizing that his fear had caused him to loose control of his bowels and bladder. “Well you can't leave the arena, so you gotta do it here !”, Ephebus replied, with an even bigger grin on his face. “Oh shit no ! I can't hold it !”, Felix sobbed, and then lost control of


himself. As he stood fouling himself, he stared at Ephebus with a helpless look, as if unable to believe what his young opponent, who had been his friend and lover at the Gladiatorial School, had just done to him ! "You've fuckin' skewered me !", young Felix whined, as he stood bandy legged, still noisily fouling himself. Ephebus then too his sword and smacked Felix across the face. “Fuck !”, Felix grunted, and fell to his knees on the sand with his nose bloodied. “No ! Please Ephebus ! Don't kill me !”, naked Felix whined, as he knelt in his own excrement and urine, in front of his victorious friend. Ephebus put his hand on Felix's shoulder. “I'm sorry Felix, but I'm gonna have to do some pretty bad things to you before you're finished-off – but it's just because that's what the crowd expects.” And with that, Ephebus smacked Felix across the face again, knocking the poor boy onto his hands and knees on the sand. FELIX IS IMPALED Ephebus, of course, was trying to forget all the time that he and Felix had enjoyed themselves together. 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 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 !) Ephebus, however, was then intent on finishing off Felix in as spectacular and painful a way possible. To do that he then pushed his naked friend's face into the sand. With Felix's tight little buttocks raised up, Ephebus used a large wooden baton, handed to him by one of the arena-slaves, to subject Felix to the obscene humiliation of having his tight little puckered anus impaled. Felix grunted repeatedly as Ephebus pushed the heavy, bulbous end of the baton against the struggling boy's tightly clenched anus. “Shit no ! Ephebus ! Not up my bum-hole !”, Felix squealed as slowly his pink, wrinkled rosette gradually opened, while the naked boy squeaked 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.

FELIX IS ABUSES HIMSELF "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. Felix, with the baton pushed against his prostate, was by then hopelessly 'aroused', with a huge erection. Ephebus then spread the naked boy's legs - wider and wider - by degrees, so that eventually the poor, skewered boy was made to almost 'do the splits', in the centre of the arena. All the time his legs were being spread, the whimpering boy was tentatively moving his right hand towards his erect penis, and was obviously yearning to get hold of his huge, virile 'member' in order to relieve himself. “Oh shit ! My legs !”, Felix moaned, as he slowly sank down as his legs were spread. Finally the end of the baton hit the sand, and the crowd cheered. “Al right Felix, I can see you're just aching to do it. Go on – give the crowd a laugh – have a wank !”. “Yeah, I've gotta – or my fuckin' willy will burst !”, Felix grunted, and grabbed hold of his waving penis. The practically naked boy then started pulling on his foreskin, while he looked up at his boyfriend. “I'd rather you did this, Ephebus ! Just toss me off one more time !”, Felix pleaded. “No way ! - The crowd wanna to see you do it ! They wanna see you wank yourself silly – so make it a good one !”, Ephebus replied as he grinned at his young, furiously masturbating friend. “Shit ! When you put that thing up my bum-hole it made my willy so fuckin' hard !”, Felix grunted as he worked on his huge, stiff penis. “You just take your time, - an' play with those floppy balls, - an' give the crowd a fuckin' good show !”, Ephebus said, encouragingly, looking down at his young friend. “Yeah, but I can't hold it off any more !”, Felix moaned, as he started to pant hard. “I think I'm gonna cum !”, he grunted, as he continued to 'pump' his swollen penis. “Oh shit ! This is it ! - I'm gonna spunk-up !”, Felix finally shouted to Ephebus, as his penis exploded with a huge fountain of semen, which squirted all over his smooth, jerking belly, thighs and trembling fingers. With the crowd cheering, and Ephebus grinning as he looked down at the sticky mess that Felix was making all over his legs and hands, the poor groaning boy's legs started to give way under the impact of his intense orgasm. As Felix's legs spread even further the thick baton, which was touching the sand, was forced even further inside the squirming young lad. “Oh shit ! My fuckin' guts !”, Felix squealed, looking up at Ephebus. “Fuckin' help me !”, he sobbed, and Ephebus obliged by pushing his young friend forwards, flat on his face, but with his legs still horrifyingly spread. FELIX IS EMASCULATED Felix then managed to sit upright, ending up with his crotch on the sand, and his practically dislocated legs spread out either side of him. Felix, as has been explained before, was unnaturally 'well-endowed', considering his extreme youth, with a very 'low-slung' scrotum. Ephebus took advantage of this, and roughly grabbed hold of the well-filled scrotum of his young opponent. Ephebus then roughly pulled the hysterical lad's scrotum out onto the sand between his buttocks. "Shit ! My fuckin' ball-bag !", Felix moaned, as his scrotum was stretched horribly. “Watcha fuckin' doin' ?". At the other end, where his still almost completely erect penis lay on the sand in front of him, Felix's foreskin pulled back, as his scrotum was stretched, and the 'head' of his hefty


penis was fully exposed in the process. Probably realizing what was about to happen to him Felix, who had his penis draped out on the sand in front of him, and his testicles poking out from between his buttocks behind him, started to scream to the crowd for mercy. "Please …. spare me !", he screamed. "Don't let him cut off my fuckin' 'nuts' !". The crowd, of course, were watching and laughing, fascinated at the sight of the cute, naked boy, stretched out on the sand with his testicles pulled one way and his penis 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 boy a eunuch !", “Slice 'is fuckin' bollocks off !” - they were calling. Young Felix could only sit on the sand with his legs horribly stretched, screaming, "Please don't cut my balls off – Please !", to Ephebus. Ephebus, however, had no choice, and used Felix's own sword to deftly slice off, from the rear, the young lad's bulging, stretched testicles ! 'My fuckin' bollocks !', Felix squealed in agony, as he felt Ephebus sword slice through the skin of his stretched scrotum, and then sever his cords, thus freeing his testicles. What Ephebus didn't see, however, while he was busy at Felix' rear, cutting off the lad's scrotum, was young Felix squirting out his semen onto the sand as his cords were severed, although he did hear Felix groan, just as the boy always used to groan, when he climaxed when they were having sex. That strong ejaculation, seen, however, by only half the crowd, was the last that poor Felix would ever have. At this point, as he was 'cumming', poor Felix was no longer aware of what was happening to his testicles, as they were no longer part of him Ephebus, of course, had hold of them, and he then came round to the front of Felix and saw the strings of creamy semen 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 !". "Well here's your fuckin' 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, smooth scrotum which still contained the blond lad's bulky testicles. “Oh fuck …. thanks !” Felix stupidly replied to Ephebus, as he took hold of his severed testicles, probably 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, and who was looking in puzzeled disbelief at his own testicles, 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 as well. "Finish the job !" - “Cut the fuckin' eunuch's prick off !"- “Cut the little cunt's knob off !” they called, raucously. Felix, ignoring, or possibly not even hearing the crowd, looked intently at his severed testicles. "Why did you cut my fuckin' bollocks off – Phebus ? - I'm fuckin' 'finished' now !', he moaned as he held up his severed, bloody sex-parts 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 testicles cut off from the rear, he could only sit on the sand, spread-


legged, while Ephebus did what he wanted with him. The naked young boy's penis was stretched out in front of him, on the blood stained sand, and it was still thick and long, and jerking on the sand, as Felix pumped out the final spurts of his 'last ever' ejaculation. There, the young lad's creamy 'boy-juice' immediately soaked into the barren sand, so that his vigorous seed could never produce new life. Felix, despairing, watched his seed dribble away uselessly, and then looked up to see Ephebus coming at his with his sword. "Oh no ! Not my knob as well !", Felix groaned, as Ephebus, who had no choice in the matter, brought his sword down and slice off the poor lad's exposed 'tool'. Young Felix's penis stayed lying on the sand, although now it was detached from Felix's smooth, hairless groin, and blood was pumping from the tiny stump. "What about all the wanking and fucking we did ? What can I do now ?", Felix squealed pathetically, as he gazed down at his severed penis - the last vestige of his 'boy-hood', which was now lying on the spunk-splattered sand - no longer part of him. The poor boy then bent forward, picking up his severed organ, and looked up at Ephebus. Felix's eyes looked to his erstwhile friend with incredulity. He couldn't believe what Ephebus had done to him. “You've cut off all my sex-bits – you tosser ! - Why did you do it ! You're supposed to be my friend !” Felix sobbed, holding up his severed penis to his obviously aroused friend. “Yeah ! Your still fuckin' 'horny', an' your probably gonna fuck me again !” Felix shouted, now getting angry. “But I aint got no fuckin' bollocks – an' no fuckin' prick !”. Ephebus, however, chose to ignore his one time lover, and pushed Felix forward again, with his head down in the sand and his anus exposed. While Felix grimly hung on to his severed penis in one hand, and his severed testicles in the other hand, Ephebus rammed the thick wooden baton into the squirming boy's anus for a second time. “Bollocks ! Not up my fuckin' bum-hole again !”, Felix spluttered, as he was skewered for the last time. Once the baton was firmly in place, Ephebus kicked the butt of the baton a couple of times, making Felix squeal horribly. “You cunt ! - My guts !”, he screamed, as the baton went right up into him. Poor Felix, by then fatally impaled with burst bowels, then began squirming on the sand, urinating 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. “Shit ! I'm fuckin' pissin' myself !”, Felix blurted out, horrified. With his legs kicking wildly, and urine 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. Ephebus watched his young friend, who was still holding on to his severed testicles and penis, as the poor boy 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 Felix landed with an audible thump on the sand, the poor boy grunted 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 of the injuries caused by the baton in his guts, even if the physicians managed to patch up his mutilated crotch. 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 boy's heart, pinning him to the sand, and 'finishing' him in one thrust. "Shit ! Shit ! Shit ! I'm fucked !", Felix grunted loudly, as his arms and legs jerked and kicked about convulsively for a few moments. Then impaled and mutilated, Felix vomited blood, gurgled horribly and sprayed urine from his bloody, penile stump as he breathed his last, while the crowd cheered, and Ephebus stood triumphantly over his lifeless, emasculated, naked young friend ! The arena-slaves then stripped Felix's mutilated corpse of its arm and leg guards. The arena slaves hung the dead eunuch's severed scrotum round its neck, stuffed the severed penis in the corpse's mouth, and tied wooden poles to the arms and feet, and then hung the naked, mutilated and impaled body from the arenawall ! Ephebus, in his tiny, sexy little loincloth, 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 raping the naked cadaver. The naked 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 raping his erstwhile friend's naked, castrated corpse 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 from the arena wall in exactly the same way, - but minus his head, which would be lying on


the sand beneath the feet of his own mutilated, emasculated, naked corpse ! Š copyright Dark Tales 2010

INTRODUCTION 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 'cachèsex', or loincloth. 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 arenawall 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 penis, well-filled, hairy scrotum, and superb, muscular buttocks.


EPHEBUS IS RAPED Without bothering to strip young Ephebus, whose smooth, pert buttocks were exposed anyway, Calvius pushed the moaning boy forwards, and guided his huge, thick 'tool' past the thin cord running between Ephebus' butt-cheeks, 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 anal 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. "Oh shit !", 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 penis. “Shit ! My fuckin' arse-hole ! Ephebus squealed, as Calvius viciously peneetrated him, and 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 testicles 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 semen pumping up his huge shaft, he pulled his penis 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 penis 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 his 'seed', 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' semen on the pristine, white pouch, showing that the boy had ejaculated while he was being raped. 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 semen-stained G-string. Immediately Ephebus' stiff penis, 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 ! They can see my 'hard-on' !", Ephebus moaned, as he looked down to see his erect penis jerking about obscenely. The slaves then proceeded to remove the boy's arm-guards, cross-belts and cotton leggings, leaving him completely naked, apart from his slave-collar ! The sight of young Ephebus, stark naked, with his neat little black curly bush of pubic hair, pink, hairless scrotum and his unusually large (for his age), erect, jerking penis 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 penis 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 penis 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 penis 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, well muscled belly. All this jerking and slapping gave Ephebus' exposed penis-head plenty of stimulation, and the repeated thrusts of Calvius' huge 'member' rubbing against Ephebus' prostate slowly got the naked lad so 'aroused' that he eventually 'climaxed'. "Oh shit ! I'm cummin' !", Ephebus groaned, as he started squirting ropes of semen 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 ejaculating, and was simply jerking back and forth, with his semi-erect penis dribbling out a long string of semen that waved about as it dangled from his flopping 'member'. Eventually Calvius 'climaxed'. "Fuck ! This is it !", he grunted, as he pulled his heavily veined, throbbing penis out of Ephebus' gaping anus, and squirted his thick, hot semen over Ephebus' firm, pert 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 penis. Unable to restrain himself he then pushed his hips forward and up, ramming his massively hard 'member' into his fist, and started furiously masturbating. While the crowd laughed and jeered at the ridiculously 'raunchy' lad frantically abusing himself, Calvius simply stood over the


boy, with a big grin on his face, watching him 'perform'. By now Ephebus' penis 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 penis-head. "Shit ! I gotta fuckin' cum !", Ephebus groaned, as he squirmed on the sticky, semendrenched sand, desperately trying to give himself an orgasm. 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 semen repeatedly squirted from the gaping orifice of his penis-head, 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. “ “Please don't stick you cock up my bum again !�, Ephebus whined. as he waited to be penetrated by Calvius' huge 'penis. Calvius, however, 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, erect penis. 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 have a fully erect penis, as a fighter mutilated with a fullblown 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 centre of the arena. "Shit ! I gotta wank !", 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 'aroused'. Kneeling on the sand, 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 penis, and played provocatively with his testicles, 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 masturbated. 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 his stiff penis to a climax, 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 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 semen spurted from the crazy boy's jerking penis, Calvius grabbed hold of the squirming boy' 'privates'. EPHEBUS IS EMASCULATED Then, while Ephebus was still groaning, as he pumped out his semen 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 ejaculated, but moments later he was in agony as Calvius' sword sliced through the root of his penis, and the base of his scrotum, as his cords were cut and his testicles, along with his penis, were severed from his groin, and fell to the sand. “Shit ! He's cutting my fuckin' prick off !”, Ephebus squealed to the arena-slaves. "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 his mutilated, bleeding crotch. “You fuckin' cunt !”, Ephebus screamed, “You cut off my fuckin' sex !”. 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 knob', 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 genitals cut off).

EPHEBUS IS KILLED Ephebus was now keeling on the sand, starring down and clutching at his bleeding, hairy groin, unaware of Calvius approaching him from behind. "Fuck ! I got no fuckin' prick - an' no fuckin bollocks !", Ephebus sobbed, as Calvius grabbed Ephebus' hair once again, and pulled his head right up to expose his neck.


Ephebus managed to squeak, "Oh no ! .. Shit ! ….Don't... !", but it was too late, and Calvius' sword sliced through the naked boy's neck. Immediately the castrated lad'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 into its anus, continued to sit 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 jerking around like a crazy puppet, however, the obscenely naked, bleeding body of the dead boy 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 limbs which passed for the dead eunuch's corpse, lying him on his belly, to show off his pert backside, and they placed the severed boy's head by his side. Ephebus' genitals were still lying on the sand and, as often happens when a fighter is killed while sexually aroused, the young lad's severed phallus was still erect, with both testicles still attached to it. The corpse, of course, was totally and completely naked, apart from the big wooden baton that was still protruding obscenely from between the two prominent, hemispheres of Ephebus' gleaming, boyish buttocks. Ephebus' naked, impaled and mutilated corpse was then dragged by its legs to the side of the arena, strung up beside the two other dead boys. The severed genitals were tied round the Ephebus' neck, and the boy'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. And so – Calvius had raped, castrated & disembowelled young Marcus, - young Ephebus had castrated and killed, by anal impaling, his cute, blond lover – and in turn, Ephebus had been raped, castrated, impaled and decapitated by Calvius.

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Now Calvius only had one other boy to contend with – Hastus. In the fight with Hastus, however, things decidedly do not go as expected, and the crowd sees a completely different side to their big, shaven-headed hero, Calvius. In defeat it is revealed that Calvius is really a 'closet masochist', and he gets unbelievably aroused by being defeated by handsome young Hastus. Wallowing in a perverted, masochistic sexual fantasy that had probably gripped him all his life, Calvius spent his last afternoon ever completely at the mercy of his primitive lusts and, as he was humiliated, tortured and mutilated, he managed to have more perverted orgasms than any other performer had ever had before in Gracchus' arena, until his obscene antics were finally brought to an end when he was ignominiously killed. But to start at the beginning - having recently killed young Marcus, and then Ephebus, Calvius, the one-time executioner, was 'on a roll', and intended to defeat, rape and mutilate with ease the next 'boy-gladiator' he was put up against. Grachus has chosen young Hastus to fight Calvius, Hastus was older and more experienced that the two previous boys that Calvius had fought. Hastus was blond, tall, well muscled, well-hung and cute. He had been a boy friend of Ephebus, (when Ephebus had been 'two-timing' Felix - but now, of course, both Ephebus and Felix were dead). For this fight Hastus wore a pale blue, full cut, conventional style loincloth, with arm-guards, cross belts and boots, and he was armed with just a spear. Calvius, we already have seen, was a heavy, well-muscled gladiator. He had a shaven head, but very hairy chest, belly and legs. Like Hastus, he wore cross-belts and armguards and heavy leather boots. His loincloth, also like Hastus' but dark red, was in the traditional full style, covering his firm, muscular hairy buttocks. The pouch at the front was very ample, to accommodate his bulky 'tackle', and was held in place by a white cord, and a wide, leather belt. Encouraged by his easy win against young Ephebus, Calvius was confident that he would defeat Hastus. Hastus, however, was older and better muscled than Ephebus was, and he was an expert with a spear. In addition a spear-man was usually considered to have far better odds in a fight against a gladiator with a sword, as his reach was far longer.


Calvius and Hastus at first seemed to be well matched, and the crowd were treated to a fast and furious display as the sword-fighter and spear-man tussle in the arena. Calvius then tried to get in close, to remove Hastus' advantage of extra reach. This was a mistake, however, because when he did so, Hastus brought his knee up sharply into Calvius' groin. "Fuck !", Calvius groaned, as Hastus' knee rammed Calvius' hairy testicles right up into his lower belly, and when they instantly dropped down again, the pain for Calvius was agonising. Unlike many fighters, Calvius couldn't 'take' low-blows, - after all no one ever got close enough to him to do any damage there. Because of that, Calvius immediately screamed and dropped his sword, while losing his helmet. He then staggered away from Hastus, grabbing at his crushed testicles and squealing for mercy ! "No ! No more ! Please !", Calvius squealed like a little boy, while the crowd laughed and jeered at the disabled gladiator. Meanwhile, Calvius fumbled about inside the pouch of his loincloth, frantically trying to relieve the pain, while his bulging testicles and fat penis show indecently through the thin, sweat drenched material of his wrinkled loincloth. The crowd were far from impressed, and Calvius had sealed his own fate when the time came for him to be 'finished-off', or released from the arena. Because he was unaccustomed to blows 'below the belt' - in other word, hits to his big, hairy testicles - , Calvius had dropped his sword and his shield, and had lost his helmet. He then, pathetically limped to the arena wall, where he tried, unsuccessfully, to make his escape. Calvius, however, was quickly pulled back by arena-slaves, and while he was held firmly, Hastus carefully pulled the pouch of Calvius' loincloth from his defeated opponent's belt while the crowd cheered. “No ! Please Hastus ! Don't fuckin' strip me !�, Calvius pleaded, but Hastus ignored him, and was careful to pull the big, bald gladiator's loincloth away slowly, so that Calvius' bulky, hairy genitals flopped out dramatically as the crowd cheered. Calvius was remarkably 'well-endowed' even by the standards of Grachus' gladiator 'studs'. His penis was long and thick, with a generous, heavily wrinkled foreskin, and his large, big bulging testicles were held in a very hairy, dark and deeply wrinkled scrotum. Around his genitals was an extremely luxuriant bush of thick, curly pubic hair, which extended down his perineum to his anus, and up from his groin, in a line to his deep-set navel. Now Calvius had already shown off his impressive 'sex-parts' when he raped the two boys, Ephebus and Marcus. Being stripped by young Hastus, however, made Calvius feel really humiliated, as he was being stripped, against his will, by a much younger opponent. In addition, when he got his penis out to rape the boys he had a huge erection, whereas now his penis was neither flaccid or erect, but half-erect, flopping out over his bulging, hairy scrotum like a big, bent, dark pink 'sausage'.


CALVIUS IS RAPED Once Calvius has had his loincloth and belt removed, Hastus told the arena-slaves to tie his naked opponent's hands to one of the rings set in the arena-wall. The arena-slaves obediently tied Calvius to the arena wall. "No ! Please ! Don't do this !", Calvius pleaded, as he was bent over so that his sweaty, hairy backside was exposed, and he was completely helpless. Hastus then picked up his spear, and using the butt, he rammed the spear up into Calvius' disgustingly hairy buttockcrack. "You cunt !", Calvius immediately squealed, and jerked forwards as the thick spear-shaft penetrated him. "Oh shit ! You've fuckin' buggered my fuckin' guts !", Calvius groaned as he jerked back and forwards, grunting as Hastus roughly raped him with the 'make-shift' dildo. As the crowd laughed and cheered as Calvius was roughly raped, the helpless gladiator inevitably got a massive erection, with his huge stiff penis jerking each time the dildo was rammed into him. Each time the spear shaft was thrust into his rectum, shaft pushed against his prostate, giving Calvius an even stronger erection, and making him obscenely aroused. No one was quite sure if Calvius was having an orgasm & ejaculating during this rape although a lot of creamy, thick liquid dribbled from his jerking penis while he was being buggered. When Hastus had finished buggering Calvius with the spear butt, he told the arena-slaves to untie Calvius and force him down onto his hands and knees. Hastus then pulled off his loincloth, revealing his stiff penis, which was not as big a Calvius', but was still pretty impressive. “Oh shit, no ! Don't fuck me !”, Calvius moaned, as he saw Hastus, with his stiff penis waving from side to side coming up behind him. “Look, I'd rather fuck a pretty boy, but the crowd expects me to bugger you, so that's what I gotta do !”, Hastus replied, trying to make it clear that he didn't normally fuck older men. “Shit no ! Don't do it !”, Calvius still wailed, knowing that for an older man to be buggered by a boy was one of the worst humiliations that a man in Roman society could suffer. Now, in place of the spear butt, Hastus inserted his own penis. Calvius grunted and groaned as Hastus slowly forced his big stiff penis into Calvius' already stretched anus. The last time that Calvius had been buggered was when he was a cute young teenager, many years ago when he was his master's catamite, and he found it very difficult to take Hastus' big penis up his 'anus'. Once Hastus had got the whole of his thick shaft inside Calvius, he started thrusting, at first slowly but then with greater speed as he started to enjoy raping the older man. “Hurry up an' fuckin' cum !”, Calvius grunted, as he was jerked backwards and forwards as Hastus got more and more excited. Despite, apparently wanting to get the rape over with, Calvius had become obscenely


aroused once again, and his big, thick penis was dribbling a long string of sticky liquid, and was rhythmically slapping against his hairy, sweaty belly in time to Hastus' vigorous thrusts, as he was roughly buggered. All the while, the crowd was in fits of laughter at the sight of a naked, hairy, older man being sexually penetrated by a young smooth, lithe young teenager. Eventually Hastus' big, smooth testicles pulled up into his hairy crotch, and his firm young belly muscles went taught as he started to climax. “This is it !”, Hastus grunted hoarsely, and he pulled out of Calvius' gaping, hairy anus just in time to let his thick, creamy seed gush out over Calvius' sweaty, hairy buttocks As soon as the laughter and bawdy comments died down among the crowd, Hastus ordered the arena-slaves to bring Calvius out into the centre of the arena. Calvius was still horrendously aroused after being buggered, so Hastus then ordered the naked gladiator to masturbate in front of the crowd. "Do a fuckin 'hand job' for the crowd, an' 'spunk-up', and maybe Grachus and the crowd will let you leave the arena alive !", Hastus told his highly 'aroused', defeated opponent curtly. Despite Hastus' order, masturbating to a climax and ejaculating might have been a problem for Calvius, as he had already ejaculated three times since he had entered the arena. The first time he'd buggered Marcus, and then he'd raped Ephebus twice, so his next orgasm and ejaculation would be his fourth that afternoon. Calvius, however, was disarmed, and with Hastus standing beside him with a spear, Calvius had no choice but to grab hold of his huge penis and start pulling his foreskin back and forth over the bulging, glistening 'head' of his erect 'member'. "I'll fuckin' do it, but let me go after this !", Calvius replied hoarsely, as he concentrated on working on his big, stiff 'tool'. The crowd, of course, loved every moment, as the big, naked hairy gladiator obscenely 'played with himself', while his young, victorious opponent looked on, grinning. As Calvius pulled on his engorged 'shaft', his big, bulging testicles, obviously still full of vigorous 'seed', flopped about provocatively in his 'low-slung', hairy scrotum. Seeing this, Calvius then started playing with his hairy testicles as well as his penis, making himself even more aroused in the process. After a minute or so Calvius looked down at the huge, gleaming 'head of his penis with a stupidly surprised expression. At the same time his swinging testicles pulled up into his hairy crotch, and his belly muscles tightened. "I think I'm gonna fuckin' cum, Hastus !", Calvius mumbled to Hastus, rather like a naughty schoolboy making a guilty admission to his teacher. "Oh shit – I am !", Calvius then cried out, as his hips jerked forward, as if he was having sex, and huge ropes of thick creamy semen squirted from the gaping orifice in his penis. Grunting repeatedly, Calvius – minus his loincloth - stood in the middle of the arena, with his hips bucking, and his left hand grasping his obscenely jerking penis, while the crowd cheered, as he splattered his thick 'seed' all over the sand. After a while the crowd's cheering, along with Calvius' ejaculation, died down. “Right Hastus, now let me go !”, Calvius demanded, as he wiped away the semen that was dribbling from the end of his slowly drooping penis. “No way !”, Hastus replied, laconically, as he grinned at Calvius.


“But you fuckin' promised !”, Calvius interrupted, with a look of horrified disbelief on his face. “I did a fuckin' good 'hand job', which is what you asked for – the punters liked it – so I should fuckin' go now !”. “Yeah ! The punters like it too much – so they'll have to see some more – sorry but that's the way it is – Grachus sent a message !” Hastus replied, trying to be casual. “Fuck you !” Calvius shouted, but there was nothing he could do as two of the arenaslaves, - guys he had worked with previously, before he was a gladiator and when he supervised executions, - had tight hold of him. “Oh shit – I'm fucked !”, Calvius then groaned, looking helplessly at his two erstwhile companions, who now pushed him down onto his knees on the sand, while Hastus and the crowd looked on. The arena-slaves then pushed Calvius onto his back, and raised his legs high and then spread them, fully exposing his hairy crotch and anus. “Oh shit ! Don't show off my fuckin' bum-hole, you cunts !”, Calvius pleaded with the arenaslaves. In the end, however, the arena slaves got poor Calvius almost completely folded over, so that his puckered anus was pointing straight up, while his floppy, hairy testicles, and his limp penis dangled down in front of his heaving, sweaty belly. . Young Hastus was then given a large, wooden baton, by one of the arena-slaves. CALVIUS IS RAPED WITH A BATON What Hastus was going to do with the thick wooden baton was obvious to everyone, including Calvius, and the unfortunate, naked gladiator started to squirm on the sand. He was held very firmly, however by two arena-slaves. “Oh shit no !”, Calvius moaned. His eyes widened, and he stared in horror, watching Hastus intently as the young blond boy got behind him and positioned the ominously large, thick baton between Calvius' trembling, hairy legs. “No ! Not that thing in my fuckin' bum-hole ! Please, Hastus ! No !”, Calvius pleaded, as Hastus centred the large bulbous end of the baton over Calvius' twitching anus. Calvius' anal-ring was large, puckered, dark pink and surrounded by a mass of dark, curly hair, and it was obvious that Calvius was going to resist being penetrated. “No !”, Calvius screamed, as Hastus bore down on the baton. All Calvius' muscles went taught, and in particular the muscles of his hairy belly, his buttocks and his anus. “No, you cunt, Hastus !”, Calvius shouted, as he held his anal ring as tight as possible, denying young Hastus entry to his most private part. The crowd, however, were cheering young Hastus on, eager to see the older, defeated gladiator get skewered by the big, heavy baton. Calvius, of course, could not see what was going on, but Hastus, the arena-slaves and the crowd could all see Calvius puckered arse-ring clenching tightly as he ferociously strained to prevent himself from being impaled.


Of course, Calvius could only hold out for so long, and eventually he would have to give in, and let his aching, straining anal muscles relax. The arena-slaves were not ready to wait, however, and the third slave went up to Calvius from the front and grabbed hold of the struggling fighter's bulging, hairy scrotum. “Fuck ! Not my fuckin' bollocks !”, Calvius moaned, as the arena-slave slowly twisted Calvius' bulky testicles. This immediately had the desired effect, and Calvius' puckered orifice gradually began to open. “Oh shit ! My bollocks ! - Shit no ! It's goin' in !”, Calvius squealed, as the bulbous end of the baton very slowly forced his straining anus to open. Equally slowly the big baton started to disappear inside Calvius, and as it did so, Calvius' penis started to lengthen and swell. “You cunt ! My fuckin' arse-hole !”, Calvius groaned as he was slowly skewered by the thick baton. “I see that you like it 'up you' !”, Hastus commented, wryly, as he noticed Calvius getting aroused, while the arena-slaves looked at their one-time, now practically naked, and ultimately humiliated colleague, and grinned. “Go on, Calvius – get horny again ! Get that big cock real fuckin hard !”, one of the slaves sniggered. “Oh shit !”, Calvius groaned, helplessly as he saw himself becoming aroused as he was slowly penetrated. The bald, almost naked gladiator then groaned pathetically as the shaft slowly disappeared between his fitfully jerking legs. By then Calvius' anus was horribly stretched, as he tried to accommodate the full circumference of the bulbous end of the baton, and to make matters worse the baton was not greased, as was the usual custom when slaves were impaled. Not only was Calvius' anus appallingly enlarged, but the unfortunate gladiator was, just as the arena-slave had suggested, also disgustingly aroused, with a huge, throbbing, jerking erection. Eventually all of the bulbous end of the baton disappeared inside Calvius' rectum, and his straining anus closed up around the considerably smaller circumference of the shaft. Having got the bulk of the baton inside his squirming, defeated opponent, young Hastus then bore down on the baton forcing it deep into Calvius. “Shit ! My fuckin guts !”, Calvius moaned, as he felt the baton penetrate deep inside him. Hastus then started to viciously rape his helpless, squealing opponent. With the crowd laughing and cheering, it was almost impossible to hear Calvius squealing as he was brutally raped with the baton. “Fuckin' hell, no !”, Calvius screamed, as he jerked about on the sand, still held by the two arena-slaves, as young Hastus The filming of Calvius brutally raped him. being impaled “Oh no ! I'm gonna fuckin' piss !”, Calvius then wailed, and of course he did, as the pounding he was receiving as the baton was pumped in and out of him had battered his bladder and caused him to lose control of his sphincter. So, as Hastus continued to rape him, Calvius urinated uncontrollably from the gaping orifice of his obscenely stiff, jerking penis, and sprayed his warm, steaming urine all over his hairy chest, bulging belly and face, with much of it going into his open, screaming mouth. “Shit ! Fuckin' help me !”, Calvius managed to gurgle from his urine filled mouth, as the pounding in his straining, torn anus seemed to go on and on.


Eventually the crowd got tired of the obscene display, and the laughter and the cheering died down as it seemed obvious that however much Hastus raped his helpless, horny' opponent, the older guy seemed incapable of having an orgasm or ejaculating, which was what everybody was waiting for. So, in the end, Hastus let go of the thick baton, which then continued to jerk about obscenely as it poked out of Calvius' stretched, hairy anus. Hastus then backed off, leaving Calvius still horribly impaled on his back, so that the arena-slaves could have some 'fun' with his writhing, groaning opponent. CALVIUS ABUSES HIMSELF Calvius, however was still aroused, so, while Hastus looked on the arena-slaves 'played' with the dildo that was still poking obscenely from Calvius' stretched anus, and 'played' with his hairy, bulging testicles to keep him nicely erect. The arena-slaves then stretched Calvius' legs even further, and 'folded' him right over into an intolerably painful position. “Fuck ! Get it outa my fuckin' face !”, Calvius groaned, as he found his huge, stiff penis aimed directly at his face. One of the slaves then grabbed Calvius' erect 'tool', which was wobbling about and slapping the helpless fighter's face, pulled back the straining foreskin, and stuffed the penis 'head' into Calvius' mouth. A look of shocked surprise and horror then appeared on Calvius face as he felt the hot, smooth bulk of his shiny penis 'head' in his own mouth. The slaves then jiggled Calvius about on the sand, to get him started, and almost immediately the fact that a stiff penis was jerking in his mouth got the 'horny' fighter sucking, even although it was his own penis. Calvius, like Hastus and many in the crowd, never knew that it was possible for a man or boy to suck his own penis, and had never seen anyone else do it, but he was now so 'excited' that 'working' on his own 'member' started to get him very aroused, especially as he got to see his huge hairy testicles, his stiff, veined 'shaft', and his thick mass of pubic hair from a completely new angle, and really close up ! Now the crowd were laughing and jeering once again as they watched the baton that was still poking out of Calvius' hairy anus jerk up and down as his anal muscles responded to his growing 'excitement' which was caused by the naked gladiator sucking obscenely on his own hugely engorged penis. Then, when Calvius started jerking uncontrollably, and the arena-slaves saw the hairy 'root' of his penis twitching as his semen started pumping up his 'shaft', one of the slaves pulled the slimy 'penis-head' out of Calvius' mouth and directed it so that repeated gobs of semen exploded over the naked gladiator's face and chest. “Fuck ! No !”, Calvius grunted, and his eyes stared in horror at his gaping penis-slit, as he got a face-full of his own thick, creamy 'seed'. The ropes of semen hit him in the eyes, nose and forehead, and a lot of it shot into his gaping mouth as he groaned uncontrollably at the height of his powerful orgasm. The two arena-slaves, who had been holding Calvius' legs then released their grip, and


Calvius slowly lowered his jerking, hairy legs, dribbling semen onto his belly as he lowered them. Finally he lay out straight on the sand, panting hard after having ejaculated five times that afternoon. The arena-slaves then untied Calvius' hands, while leaving the naked fighter still impaled. When Calvius was finally untied, he was still massively 'hard' and still dribbling semen. Calvius then got unsteadily to his knees, and sat back on his haunches, and as he did so, the end of the dildo lodged firmly in the sand and pushed up deep into his rectum. "Oh fuck – it's up me !", Calvius grunted, and immediately got sexually aroused, yet again, as his penis jerked up even more stiffly. Realising he could stimulate himself by moving on the firmly lodged baton, Calvius started jerking up and down on the shaft of the baton, groaning as he did so, while the crowd laughed. "Shit ! - I gotta fuck myself an' 'cum' again !", Calvius groaned stupidly, as he grabbed at his thick penis, which was wobbling stiffly, and had once again grown erect, thick and long, and started masturbating, while he continued to jerk up and down on the baton that was poking out of his hairy anus. The arena-slaves and Hastus looked on, amazed. “The stupid old cunt's fuckin' himself ! “ Hastus said in a surprised voice to one of the arena-slaves. They, like the crowd, assumed that either Calvius was hugely 'over-sexed', in a masochistic way, or they thought that the naked gladiator hoped to escape further punishment by putting on a really 'dirty' show for the crowd. As he frantically jerked himself about on the baton, Calvius' penis got even 'harder', and his foreskin pulled back to show off his massively swollen, gleaming 'penis-head', which was dribbling a long, sticky, swinging string of 'pre-cum'. Calvius, as he masturbated, couldn't get his foreskin back over his 'penis-head', because the 'head' was so hugely swollen, and so he pulled on the loose skin of his thick, veined 'shaft', which ensured that it took him a long time to reach his climax After a lot of 'pulling' at his 'shaft', jerking about on the dildo, and moaning, Calvius finally groaned to the arena-slaves. “Ah shit ! I've fuckin' done it ! I'm fuckin' cummin' !”. He then jerked his hips forward and started squirting his sixth 'load' of thick, creamy 'seed' over the sand while the crowd cheered and the arena-slaves watched, amazed. At that point the organisers of the games called Hastus away, and Calvius was left to be further abused by the arena-slaves, while preparations were made for the next fight. Once Calvius had finished ejaculating yet again, the arena-slaves grabbed hold of Calvius and forced him to kneel down on his hands and knees. Calvius had now resigned himself to his fate, and didn't try to make any attempt to escape. The first job the arena-slaves had was to extract the baton which was by then lodged deeply Calvius' rectum. While two slaves held on to Calvius' hips, the third pulled at the baton, steadying himself by placing one foot on the naked fighter's hairy buttock, and very slowly the stained baton


emerged from Calvius' anus, while Calvius groaned in obvious pain. Then, while Calvius still knelt submissively on the sand, the three arena-slaves pulled down their black leggings and loincloths, as they prepared to abuse their 'captive' gladiator. All three slaves were really 'aroused' from watching Calvius being raped by young Hastus, and seeing Calvius repeatedly masturbate and ejaculate, so they were only too happy to relieve themselves by 'abusing' Calvius. While one slave knelt in front of Calvius, and made him 'suck cock', the other got behind the naked fighter and buggered him from the rear. Once the slaves had ejaculated, one into Calvius' rectum and the other into his mouth, they changed places, and this went on until Calvius had been raped 'both ends' by all three arena-slaves. Surprisingly, while this was going on, Calvius said nothing, and showed no signs of being aroused, as he simply jerked back and forth as both his anus and mouth were buggered, while his limp penis dangled pathetically between his hairy legs. Once they were finished raping and abusing Calvius they turned the moaning fighter over onto his back. “Please ! No more !�, Calvius slurped, with his mouth full of semen, as the arena-slaves lifted and spread Calvius' legs, and then shoved the huge baton up his hairy anus once again, to get his floppy, flaccid penis fully erect. "Oh bollocks !", Calvius grunted loudly, as the big baton disappeared once again into his hairy anus. The arena-slaves were then ordered to strip Calvius of his boots, belts and arm-guards, so that he would be left completely and totally naked, and that was a sign to everyone, including Calvius, that he was not going to leave the arena alive. The slaves also tied a stout pole under Calvius' arms, and all the while his penis slowly lengthened and swelled up as it became fully tumescent. Finally, the slaves left Calvius totally naked on the sand, with his hairy anus impaled with the baton, and his unnaturally large penis fully erect. Calvius by this time presumably realised that he would almost certainly be killed, as defeated fighters were usually stripped completely naked before being 'finished-off'. Seeing the naked fighter still sporting a huge erection, the arena-slaves then decided to see just how many more times they could make Calvius climax before he was no longer able to ejaculate. Roughly the slaves dragged Calvius to his feet and forced him to totter awkwardly, with the baton still rammed up his rectum, to the side of the arena. There the slaves tied ropes to the pole under his arms, and hoisted him up so that he was hanging with his feet dangling just above the sand. The crowd, of course were loving every minute of the action, and cheered the arena-slaves on as they took it in turns to masturbate the helpless, naked gladiator. Calvius, of course, had already ejaculated six times that afternoon, and everybody was wondering how much long.he could remain 'aroused' and able to 'function' sexually. For their first attempt the younger of the slaves grabbed hold of


Calvius' stiffly jerking penis, while another slave got hold of the baton poking from between the naked fighter's sweaty buttocks and started pumping it in and out of Calvius' rectum. “Shit ! You're pushin' it too hard up me !”, Calvius groaned, in response to being forcefully raped with the baton. Meanwhile, the younger slave was working on Calvius' huge, stiff penis. “Please don't !”, Calvius whined, “My fuckin' knob's too sore !”. “Well you shouldn't have fuckin' wanked yourself so much !”, the young slave replied, nonchalantly, as he busied himself with getting Calvius to climax. “Oh please ! No more ! My fuckin' bollocks are aching like fuck !”, Calvius then groaned, as his legs started to tremble and his belly tensed. “Oh fuck ! I'm gonna cum again !”, Calvius finally moaned, as his whole body convulsed, and his hips pushed forwards. “Oh no !”, he squealed, and ejaculated for the seventh time, - this time catching the young slave in the face with his first burst of semen. Calvius' huge penis then jerked up violently three more times, and each time he squirted out his thick, creamy 'seed' onto the sand. Then as he hung from the ropes, panting hard, his massively erect 'tool' began to sink down and shrink. Eventually it just looked like a big, wrinkled sausage, hanging in front of his bulky hairy scrotum. The arena slave standing behind Calvius continued to push the baton in and out of the jerking gladiator's hairy anus, but Calvius remained flaccid, much to the disappointment of the crowd. “Come on Calvius, get your big cock hard again !”, the young slave said encouragingly, as he pulled on Calvius' limp penis. “I'm fuckin' finished !”, Calvius grunted, “I got no more fuckin' spunk !”. The young slave, however, was not going to take no for an answer, particularly as the crowd was getting irritated by the lack of any action. “Make the cunt spunk-up again !” - “Wank the bugger !” - “Toss 'im off an' make 'im cum !”, were the cries coming from the crowd. The young slave who had the job of masturbating Calvius certainly knew what he was doing as he used his index finger to 'tickle' Calvius' perineum - the hairy area between the back of Calvius' scrotum and his badly stretched anus. As the slave stroked the raised 'seam' of Calvius' perineum, and tickle the stiff hairs, the sweaty fighter groaned and his penis started to raise itself slowly in a series of obscene jerks. Eventually, when it had raised itself well above horizontal, the young slave started working on it, using just his index finger and thumb to work the bulging, slimy penis 'head'. Calvius groaned as he looked down at his huge 'tool'. “No, not again !”, he moaned, jerking forward as he was pumped with the baton, while at the same time his penis was being stimulated by the skilful young slave. “Oh shit no !”, he then bellowed loudly, as his legs started to tremble, and his hairy testicles tightened up, and he started to climax, but instead of a huge gush of semen, there was just a tiny dribble, - his eighth and last ever ejaculation - and it seemed as if the 'mega-stud' Calvius had finally been 'pumped dry'.


CALVIUS IS EMASCULATED Now that Calvius' testicles were apparently empty of semen, the arena-slaves had no further use for him as a 'sex plaything', so the slaves decided to cut him down. Next, while Calvius was held up standing, naked and impaled, they tied a thin piece of cord round the hairy 'root' of his 'privates'. Realising what was about to happen, Calvius was horrified at the prospect of what the arena-slaves termed 'ball-torture'. “Please ! No, guys ! Not my fuckin' testicles !”, but they just ignored him, and hung a large stone weight to the cord dangling from Calvius' hairy crotch. “Fuck !”, Calvius squealed, as the slave holding the stone released it, and Calvius' hairy testicles and his penis suddenly had to take the weight. The crowd were then laughing once again, as the arena-slaves then forced Calvius to waddle round the arena, stark naked, with the huge baton up his hairy anus and the weight swinging from his horribly stretched 'privates'. “Shit ! My fuckin' bollocks are gonna rip off !”, Calvius squealed, much to the 'amusement' of the crowd. as he staggered round on the sand. Now despite the fact that Calvius had been 'pumped dry', he was still very 'aroused', and as his penis had been tied off by the slipknot of the cord, it then became horribly engorged with blood, becoming thick, and long, with all the veins standing out on the ridged shaft. In addition Calvius' straining foreskin pulled right back, revealing the gleaming, dark 'head' of his penis. Because of the weight, however, Calvius' penis was unable to raise itself, and instead pointed down at the sand. Strangled by the slip-knot Calvius' penis swelled to an enormous size. “You cunts ! My fuckin' knob's gonna burst ! Get the weight off - for fuck sake !”, Calvius screamed at the arena-slaves, as they pushed and prodded him round the arena. Finally the laughter from the crowd died down, and when the crowd were obviously tired of watching Calvius waddle round the arena, the slaves removed the weight, and untied the cord. Poor Calvius' punishment was by no means over, and in fact the worst possible punishment, apart from being killed that is, was about to be given to him at this point. Moments later Calvius was forced to stand with his legs spread again, while the arena slaves tied, not a cord, but a wire noose round the hairy root of his genitals. The intended effect was that the wire would slowly cut through the root of his genitals, finally ripping off both his penis and his testicles, and this was a far worse form of castration than that produced by the knife because it was quite a long, drawn out and extremely painful process. “Please no ! Don't rip my 'privates' off !”, Calvius shrieked, realising what was about to happen. The arena-slaves ignored him, however, and attached a very heavy stone weight to the end of the wire. This weight was released gently, as it was heavy and was attached to a thin, sharp wire noose, so that it wouldn't immediately castrate Calvius. Instinctively, Calvius wanted to bend his legs, to let the weight rest on the sand, but the baton up his anus prevented him from doing this. While the arena-slaves looked on and the crowd cheered and laughed the wire inexorably


tightened on the root of Calvius' stretched 'privates'. Everybody, including Calvius, knew that it was just a matter of moments before Calvius' bulging genitals were severed by the wire, but the crowd were fascinated to see how long Calvius would be able to bob up and down, and wriggle, before the inevitable happened. “Help ! For fuck sake !”, Calvius begged, as he started panicking uncontrollably, “It's ripping' off my fuckin' penis ….. an' my fuckin' bollocks !”. As far as the crowd was concerned naked Calvius was giving them a really amusing performance, as he jerked up and down in the centre of the arena, still sporting his huge – but now terminal - erection. First he tried to go down, to rest the weight on the sand, but as soon as he did that, the butt of the baton that was poking out of his anus hit the sand. Despite this Calvius tried to lower himself even further, forcing the baton up into his guts. When he could no longer take the pain, he then had to pull himself up, causing the weight to swing, which made the wire tighten on the root of his 'privates', which then forced him to bend his legs again, forcing the baton up into his guts. This went on for a few minutes, but with each movement Calvius made, the wire bit into his 'penis-root' and scrotum slowly castrating him. “Oh bollocks ! My fuckin' balls 'ave cum off !”, Calvius squealed, like a castrated pig, as he felt the wire cut through his cords, causing his testicles to drop into his hairy scrotum. Moments later the wire cut all the way through his 'penis-root', severing his still erect penis, and then the wire finally severed his bulging, swollen scrotum. The weight then thumped down onto the sand, taking Calvius' severed genitals with it, and Calvius fell over onto his back, with blood, and a fountain of urine pumping from his hairy, mutilated crotch. “Tossers ! I got no fuckin' bollocks ! I got no prick !”, Calvius squealed over and over again, in agony as he realised that he was totally emasculated. CALVIUS IS FINISHED-OFF Immediately Calvius severed penis was cauterised with a red hot iron, in order to prevent the blood from leaving the swollen member. At the same time, the wound in Calvius' groin was also cauterised, to prevent his from bleeding to death before he had suffered his further tortures. Calvius squealed horribly, and his hips writhed up as the cauterising iron touched his crotch. At the same time there was a crackling sound as some of the thick, curly hair on his pubic area and his perineum began to burn, and the sickly stink of singed flesh and burnt hair wafted across the arena. With his legs jerking in spasms as a result of his crotch being burned, Calvius pulled himself up onto his elbows. Looking down he saw his mutilated, smoking groin. “Fuck ! - It's all fuckin' gone !” he groaned pathetically, as he fully realised that he had been completely emasculated. “An' my fuckin' prick's still stiff !” he moaned in amazement to the arena-slaves, as he saw that his penis, which was still attached to his scrotum, and was lying on the sand by his feet, was still erect as a result of being immediately cuterised after it had been ripped from his groin. While he was still writhing, and screaming about his 'bollocks' and his 'prick', one of the arena-slaves, with a large knife in his hand, bent down beside the hysterical fighter. “Oh fuck no !”, Calvius wailed, “No more !”.


“Now we're gonna slice you open – an' see if you really 'ave got any fuckin' guts – or if you're only good for bumming an' slicing up little boys !”, the arena-slave retorted, eliciting sniggers and laughing from the other slaves and those closest in the crowd who had heard his taunts. “No ! Please don't ! No more! - Not my fuckin' belly !”, Calvius moaned as he struggled to protect himself. It was useless for him to struggle, however, as his hands were firmly tied to the pole resting on his back, and his legs had lost all their strength since he had lost his 'privates'. The arena-slave then deftly slit open Calvius' heaving, hairy abdomen with a knife, while the crowd looked on in amazement, “Oh bollocks ! No ! My fuckin' guts !”, Calvius squealed, as he started to urinate while the arena-slave shoved his hand into Calvius' jerking belly and 'fished out' some of the writhing, castrated gladiator's stinking guts. The arena-slave then held up Calvius' steaming intestines. “Yeah ! He's got some guts - not that they're any use to him now !”, the slave, with a big grin on his face, told the crowd, as he cut away the thick, slimy coils. “Shit! I'm fucked !”, Calvius groaned, as the smelly contents of his severed bowel slowly seeped out over his trembling, bloody belly. Calvius was then dragged to his feet by two of the arena-slaves. Barely able to stand, he was then dragged over to an impaling stake that had been set into the arena floor, groaning pathetically. With each step he took, more of Calvius' steaming guts slid out of the wide gash in his hairy, convulsing belly, and flopped obscenely against his sweaty thighs. “Please ! Finish me now ! I can't take any more !”, Calvius pleaded with the arena-slaves as they manhandled him into a position where they could place him on the impaling stake. While Calvius ineffectually struggled, the three arena-slaves picked him up and centred his already gaping, hairy anus over the thick metal stake. “No ! Don't sit me on that !”, Calvius squealed, “Not that up my fuckin' bum-hole !”, Calvius pleaded. The arena-slaves, however, pretended not to hear their hysterical, one-time colleague's calls for mercy, and slowly sat poor naked Calvius on the stake. “Shit ! Finish me !”, Calvius screamed, as he slowly began to slide down the stake. “Oh fuck ! My arse ! - My fuckin' arse-hole !”, Calvius squealed, as the top of the stake quickly disappeared inside him. By this time Calvius was jerking uncontrollably on the stake, with the bloody coils of his guts, like long strings of pink sausages, hanging down almost to his trembling knees. Fittingly, hanging from the part of the arena wall that he was facing were the naked, mutilated corpses of Marcus and Ephebus, the two boys he had killed earlier. Calvius, however, was by then in a far worse state than either of the boys had been before they died, as Calvius had been completely emasculated, disembowelled and impaled. Calvius, when he was an executioner, had castrated, disembowelled and impaled many condemned slaves, but at this point in his life he was unfortunate enough to experience the same terrible torture himself, and finally he then realised for himself the appalling humiliation and agonising pain that he had inflicted so thoughtlessly on his previous victims.


At this point Hastus, accompanied by his young catamite, came to watch naked Calvius as he writhed obscenely with the huge impaling shaft penetrating his ripped anus. While they watched, an arena-slave showed Hastus and his boyfriend, Calvius' severed, bloody genitals. Calvius watched his young nemesis come up to where he was writhing, accompanied by a much younger, pretty little catamite, and at the same time another slave came up to Calvius in order to cut open the poor fighter's dangling, sausage-like guts, so that their stinking contents could dribble down onto the sand. “No ! Leave my fuckin' guts alone – you cunt !”, Calvius growled, as the young slave grabbed hold of the slimy coils. The slave then held up the rope-like intestine in front of Calvius' face and, with a grin, slit it open, letting the foul smelling contents squirt and splatter over Calvius' chest. Watching the slaves and Hastus and his boyfriend, handling, examining and joking about his severed sex-parts was yet another humiliation that Calvius had to endure as he was tortured in the arena, and once Hastus and his boy had examined Calvius' bulky 'privates', noting the hairiness of the bulging 'scrotum' and the length and thickness of the penis, they handed the genitals back to the third slave. The slave then busied himself as he tied Calvius' 'privates' round the struggling, naked fighter's neck so that they formed a grotesque, obscene necklace.. Later, of course, after Calvius had mercifully died, the arena officials would present 'bald' Calvius' genitals to Hastus as a gory trophy of his victory in the arena. While Calvius slowly sunk down on the iron shaft, impaling himself and squashing and bursting what remained of his guts that were still inside him, he screamed obscenities at Hastus, his catamite, and the arena-slaves about his 'arse', 'prick', 'bollocks' and 'guts', using the most dementedly obscene language imaginable By that time however, the crowd had tired of watching Calvius being tortured and killed, and were eager for a new fight to start. Grachus, sensing that the crowd were growing restless, sent a message to Hastus to 'finish-off' the newly un-sexed Calvius. When Hastus got the message, he left his young boy-friend watching Calvius – hairy, disembowelled, emasculated and writhing, - and went behind the dying, naked gladiator. Hastus then took out his sword, and with a cheeky grin and a wink to the cute young boy standing in front of Calvius, with one deft stroke he lopped off groaning Calvius' shaved head. The head – with wild, staring eyes, and a gaping mouth caught in the middle of a scream, - flew off to one side, and bounced once on the sand. Meanwhile a strong fountain of blood gushed from Calvius' severed neck, as Calvius' naked, sexless, mutilated, sweaty body, which was still alive for a few moments, jerked convulsively on the stake. Then, after a few moments, during which the crowd roared its approval of killing of the once popular fighter, the flow of blood subsided, as Calvius' heart stopped beating, and the blood-drenched corpse slowly went pale and horribly limp, and dropped down fully onto the impaling stake. Hastus then took a last look at his defeated and dead opponent, as an arena-slave neatly placed Calvius' severed head at the foot of the impaling stake.


Hastus and his boyfriend, intent on a celebratory 'sex-session', then left the arena, leaving Calvius' naked, mutilated, headless corpse on the stake for the remainder of the games, a mute reminder of the fate that could await an inept fighter. What was left of what had been 'bald Calvius', the gladiator, was eventually prised off the impaling stake and dragged, with hooks in the ankles, to the spoilarium. There the naked, mutilated and bloody lump of meat, that had previously been one of Gracchus most feared gladiators, was butchered, and the parts were sent to the public arena to be fed to the arena animals. Calvius' severed head, with the mouth still open in an arrested scream, and bulging eyes staring wildly, was sent to the gladiatorial school, where it was displayed on a stake in the training area. Calvius' unnaturally large, severed genitals were presented, later in the afternoon, to Hastus, as a memento of his victory. Hastus initially showed the huge grisly trophies round the gladiatorial school, while telling the story of Calvius' obscenely ridiculous sexual performance before his inevitable gruesome end – emasculated, gutted and headless on a stake. The following day Hastus was offered a considerable sum by a visitor to the school for Calvius' severed penis. The explanation for this was simple – a human penis, particularly one as large as Calvius', was an essential adjunct to many magical rituals in Roman times, and the supply of such items, particularly if the 'phallus' was fresh, (and because it had been cauterised as soon as it was ripped from his body, Calvius' penis was still erect), was very limited. Hastus, of course had no further use for the macabre 'member', so he was only too happy to make a further profit on his victory over Calvius. And so Calvius' abnormally large penis, which had raped and buggered so many boys in it's time, ended up 'pickled', and mounted in gold on the end of a Roman necromancer's wand. Like many other fighters who emasculated their opponent and were then given the 'parts' as a 'prize', Hastus made a special trophy of Calvius' severed scrotum. He had Calvius' huge testes carefully scooped out of the hairy scrotum. The bag of skin was then cleaned, shaved and tanned, and then lined with red cloth and fitted with a draw-string to become a money purse. That 'bollock-purse' would be for Hastus a conversation piece for many months to come. Only for months, however, as some time later young Hastus also met his end in the arena, being castrated and killed by an opponent even younger than himself. As Hastus writhed and squealed, stark-naked on the sand, while the crowd cheered, as his own 'privates' were sliced off, perhaps his thoughts turned, for a moment, to what he had done, not many weeks before, to poor 'bald Calvius'. Young Hastus' severed 'sex-parts', though, not being particularly impressive, did not receive such an honourable end as Calvius, and were simply sent to the spoilarium, tied round the neck of his naked, emasculated corpse, and made part of a hurried meal for some hungry arena animals. Calvius' 'bollock-purse', found in Hastus cell after the young lad had been killed, eventually became the property of Gracchus, who often told the story of the big, shaven-headed gladiator, who thrilled the crowd with his amazing sexual antics before he was finally emasculated and killed.


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