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A D AY AT T H E G A M E S
A B R I E F S T U D Y OF R O M A N P OP U L A R C U LT U R E
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. INTRODUCTION The Roman priesthood, rituals, festivals and customs all had their origins with the Etruscans, and it was only during the Republic that these primitive aspects of Roman civilisation were modified by the importation of Greek ideas and ideals. The Roman gods became associated with the ancient Greek deities, and the rude, ugly Etruscan temples were rebuilt as classically proportioned, Hellenic style shrines. The origin of gladiatorial combat is open to debate. There is evidence of it in funeral rites during the Punic Wars of the 3rd century BCE, and thereafter it rapidly became an essential feature of politics and social life in the Roman world. Its popularity led to its use in ever more lavish and costly spectacles or "gladiatorial games". The games reached their peak between the 1st century BCE and the 2nd century CE, and they persisted not only throughout the social and economic crises of the declining Roman state but even after Christianity became the official religion in the 4th century CE. Christian emperors continued to sponsor such entertainments until at least the late 5th century CE, when the last known gladiator games took place. Early literary sources seldom agree on the origins of gladiators and the gladiator games. In the late 1st century BCE Nicolaus of Damascus A gladiator is stabbed in believed they were Etruscan. both sides A generation later, Livy wrote that they were first held in 310 BCE by the Campanians in celebration of their victory over the Samnites. Long after the games had ceased, the 7th century CE writer Isidore of Seville derived Latin lanista, or manager of gladiators, from the Etruscan for executioner, and the title of Charon who was an official who accompanied the dead fighters from the Roman gladiatorial arena, from Charun, psychopomp of the Etruscan underworld. Roman historians emphasised the gladiator games as a foreign import, most likely Etruscan. Etruscan wall painting of
slaves being sacrificed in a funerary ritual
Livy dates the earliest Roman gladiator games to 264 BCE, in the early stages of Rome's First Punic War against Carthage. Decimus Iunius Brutus Scaeva had three gladiator pairs fight to the death in Rome's 'cattle market', the Forum Boarium, to honour his dead father, Brutus Pera. This is described as munus: a commemorative duty owed the manes of a dead ancestor by his descendants. The gladiator type used was Thracian, but the development of the munus and its gladiator types was most strongly influenced by Samnium's support for Hannibal and subsequent punitive expeditions by Rome and her Campanian allies; the earliest and most frequently mentioned type was the Samnite. The war in Samnium, immediately afterwards, was attended with equal danger and an equally glorious conclusion. The enemy, besides their other warlike preparation, had made their battle-line to glitter with new and splendid arms. There were two corps: the shields of the one were inlaid with gold, of the other with silver... The Romans had already heard of these splendid accoutrements, but their generals had taught them that a soldier should be rough to look on, not adorned with gold and silver but putting his trust in iron and in courage... The Dictator, as decreed by the senate, celebrated
a triumph, in which by far the finest show was afforded by the captured armour. So the Romans made use of the splendid armour of their enemies to do honour to their gods; while the Campanians, in consequence of their pride and in hatred of the Samnites, equipped after this fashion the gladiators who furnished them entertainment at their feasts, and bestowed on them the name Samnites. Livy's account underlines the later theatrical ethos of the gladiator show: splendidly, exotically armed and armoured barbarians, treacherous and degenerate, are dominated by Roman iron and native courage. His plain Romans virtuously dedicate the magnificent spoils of war to the Gods. Their Campanian allies stage a dinner entertainment using gladiators who may not be Samnites, but play the Samnite role. Other groups and tribes would join the cast list as Roman territories expanded. Most gladiators were armed and armoured in the manner of the enemies of Rome. The munera were a form of historic enactment in which the only honourable option for the gladiator was to fight well, or else die well. In 216 BCE Marcus Ameilius Lepidus, late consul and augur, was honoured by his sons with three days of gladiatora munera in the Forum Romanum. This featured twenty-two pairs of gladiators. Ten years later, Scipio Africanus gave a commemorative munus in Iberia for his father and uncle, casualties in the Punic Wars. High status non-Romans – and possibly Romans too – volunteered as his gladiators. The context of the Punic Wars and Rome's near-disastrous defeat at Cannae in 216 BCE link these early games to munificence, the celebration of military victory and the religious expiation of military disaster; these munera appear to serve a morale-raising agenda in an era of military threat and expansion. The next recorded munus was more extravagant. In 183 BCE, there were 3 days of funeral games, with 120 gladiators and public distribution of meat (visceratio data), at the funeral of Publius Licinius – a practice that reflected the gladiatorial fights at Campanian banquets described by Livy and later deplored by Silius Italicus. The enthusiastic adoption of gladiatoria munera by Rome's Iberian allies shows how easily, and how early, the culture of the gladiator munus permeated places far from Rome itself. By 174 BCE 'small' Roman munera; private or public, provided by an editor of relatively low importance, may have been so commonplace and unremarkable they were not considered worth recording. Many gladiatorial games were given in that year, some unimportant, but one was noteworthy beyond the rest - that of Titus Flaminius which he gave to commemorate the death of his father, which lasted four days, and was accompanied by a public distribution of meats, a banquet, and scenic performances. The climax of the show which was big for the time was that in three days seventy four gladiators fought. Eventually, Gladiators became big business for trainers and owners, for politicians on the make and those who had reached the top. In 105 BCE, the ruling consuls offered Rome its first taste of statesponsored "barbarian combat" demonstrated by gladiators from Capua, as part of a training program for the military. It proved immensely popular. The ludi, or state games, sponsored by the ruling elite and dedicated to the numen of a deity such as Jupiter, a divine or heroic ancestor, and later, during the Imperium, the emperor, could now compete with privately funded munera for popular support. In this way the munera, or 'Games', had been transformed form a funeral ritual into a popular entertainment for the masses. Typical equipment for early A Gladiator; named from the Latin gladiator meaning "swordsman", Imperial gladiators – was an armed combatant who entertained audiences in the Roman consisting of arm-guards, short swords and small Republic and Roman Empire in violent confrontations with other
gladiators, wild animals, and condemned criminals. A very few gladiators were volunteers who risked their legal and social standing and their lives by appearing in the arena. Most were despised as slaves, schooled under harsh conditions, socially marginalized, and segregated even in death. Irrespective of their origin, gladiators offered audiences an example of Rome's martial ethics and, in fighting or dying well, they could inspire admiration and popular acclaim. They were celebrated in high and low art, and their value as entertainers was commemorated in precious and commonplace objects throughout the Roman world. The Games, however, did not only feature gladiators. The Romans 'imported' other forms of combat from their Greek neighbours. Boxing, wrestling and the Pankration, a vicious form of 'all-in' wrestling combined with boxing, also featured in the games, and usually preceded the gladiatorial contests. Such contests were uncommon in the Public, or The Roman Pankratium – a State games, but were a regular feature of the lethal mixture of boxing and entertainment offered by privately owned 'no-holds-barred' wrestling arenas. One of the main attractions of these Greek style entertainments was the fact that the combatants often performed naked, and by the time of the early Empire these strictly non-Roman style of games had degenerated into sadoA first Century masochistic displays of extreme violence and mosaic of a Roman homo-erotic sexuality. boxer In addition, the owners of the private arenas were allowed to 'buy up' condemned slaves, contracting to have them executed within a fixed time limit. Such condemned slaves would then be tortured and executed in the arena for the amusement of the general public. By the closing years of the politically and socially unstable Late Republic and Early Empire, the Public or State Games provided their sponsors with extravagantly expensive but effective opportunities for self-promotion while offering cheap, exciting entertainment to their clients. Roman Boxers – fighting Those in power and those seeking it needed the support of the plebians naked- and a referee and their tribunes, whose votes might be won with an exceptionally spectacular show (or sometimes even the mere promise of one). Sulla, during his term as praetor, showed his usual acumen in breaking his own sumptuary laws to give the most lavish munus yet seen in Rome, on occasion of his wife's funeral – thus maintaining the link between the games and religious ritual.. Ownership of gladiators or a gladiator school gave muscle and flair to Roman politics. In 65 BCE, newly elected curule aedile Julius Caesar topped Sulla's display with games he justified as munus, (funeral games) for his father, who had died twenty years before. Despite an enormous personal debt, he used three hundred and twenty gladiator pairs in silvered armour. He had wanted more but the nervous Senate, mindful of the recent Spartacus revolt, fearful of Caesar's burgeoning private armies and even more fearful of his overwhelming popularity, imposed a limit of 320 pairs as the maximum number of gladiators a citizen could keep in Rome. Caesar's showmanship was unprecedented not only in scale and expense but in putting aside a
Republican tradition of munera as funeral offerings. The practical differences between ludi (Games), and munera (Funeral Rites), were beginning to blur. Gladiatorial games, usually linked with beast shows, executions and wrestling and boxing matches, spread throughout the Republic and beyond. Anti-corruption laws of 65 and 63 BCE attempted but signally failed to curb their political usefulness to sponsors. Following Caesar's assassination and the civil war, Augustus assumed Imperial authority over the State ludi, and formalised their provision as a civic and religious duty.. His revision of sumptuary law claimed to save the Roman elite from the bankruptcies they would otherwise suffer. Public Munera were restricted to the ludi of Saturnalia and Quinquatria. The ceiling cost for a Roman wrestlers usually fought praetor's "economical" but official munus of a completely naked, and maximum 120 gladiators was to be 25,000 denarii many bouts ended in ($500,000). A "generous" Imperial ludus might cost death from a broken no less than 180,000 denarii ($3.6 million). back or neck Pankration fights Throughout the Empire, the greatest and most often ended in celebrated games would now be identified with the death. Fighters state-sponsored Imperial cult, which furthered public recognition, respect and almost always wore approval for the Emperor, his law, and his agents. brief loincloths Between 108 and 109 CE, Trajan celebrated his Dacian victories using a reported 10,000 gladiators (and 11,000 animals) over 123 days. The cost of State munera continued to spiral out of control. Legislation of 177 CE by Marcus Aurelius, which did little to stop it, was completely ignored by his son, Commodus. The private games, of course continued, but these were small scale affairs, mainly to be found in the provinces, although one or two private arenas were to be found in the environs of Rome. The trade in gladiators, however was Empire-wide. Rome's military success produced an influx of soldier-prisoners who were redistributed for use in State mines or amphitheatres, and for sale on the open market, where they were bought by the owners of the private arenas. For example, in the aftermath of the Jewish Revolt, the gladiator schools and private arenas received an influx of Jews – those rejected for training would have been sent straight to the arenas as noxii. The best – the most robust – were sent to Rome. Naked slaves being bought and sold in a The granting of slave Noxii enter the arena Roman slave market status to soldiers who had where they are to be stripped naked; surrendered or allowed their own capture was regarded as an unmerited tortured and crucified gift of life and gladiator training was an opportunity for them to regain their honour in the munus or ludi.
Two other sources of gladiators and other fighters found increasingly during the Principate and the Pax Romana, were slaves condemned to the arena; - to gladiator schools and private arenas, (ad ludum gladiatorium), as punishment for crimes, and paid volunteers (auctoratii) who by the late Republic may have comprised approximately half – and possibly the most capable half – of all those who appeared in the arenas, both public and private. The use of volunteers had a precedent in the Iberian munus of Scipio Africanus; but none of those had been paid. For Romans, "gladiator" would have meant a schooled fighter, sworn and contracted to a master. For those who were poor or non-citizens, the private arenas offered a trade, regular food, housing of sorts and a fighting chance of fame and fortune. Those who fought in the arena were often allowed kept their prize money, and any gifts they received. Tiberius offered some retired gladiators 100,000 sesterces for a return to the arena. Nero gave the gladiator Spiculus property and residence "equal to those of men who had celebrated triumphs". Mark Antony promoted gladiators to his personal guard. Only slaves found guilty of specific offences could be sentenced to the arena. Citizens were legally exempt from this sentence but could be stripped of citizenship and formally declared slaves. Freedmen or freedwomen could be legally reverted to slavery. Offences against the state merited the most humiliating punishments. By the 1st century BCE, offenders judged to be noxii – obnoxious to the state – were being condemned to the beasts (damnati ad bestias) in the Condemned slaves arena, with almost no chance of survival, or were made to kill each other. dressed as Cupid and From the early Imperial era, some were forced to participate in Mars to take part in a mythological enactment humiliating and novel forms of mythological or historical enactment, culminating in the rape culminating in their execution. and death of the boy Offenders judged less harshly might be condemned ad ludum venatorium playing Cupid or ad gladiatorium – combat with animals or gladiators, in which they were armed as thought appropriate. These damnati at least might put on a good show and retrieve some respect. They might even – and occasionally did – survive to fight another day. Some may even have become "proper" gladiators. Modern customs and institutions offer few useful parallels to the legal and social context which defined the gladiatoria munera. Under law, anyone condemned to the arena or the gladiator schools (ad ludem) was a servus poenae under sentence of death unless manumitted. A rescript of Hadrian reminded magistrates that "those sentenced to the sword" should be despatched immediately "or at least within the year". Those sentenced to the ludi should not be discharged before five years or three years if awarded manumission. The phenomenon of the "volunteer" gladiator is more problematic. All contracted volunteers, including those of equestrian A parade (pompa) of gladiators at the and senatorial class, were legally enslaved by their start of the Games auctoratio because it involved their potentially lethal submission to a master. Nor does the citizen or free volunteer's "professional" status translate into modern terms.
All arenario (those who appeared in the arena) were "infames by reputation", a form of social dishonour which excluded them from most of the advantages and rights of citizenship. Payment for such appearances compounded their infamia. The legal and social status of even the most popular auctoritatii was thus marginal at best. They could not vote, plead in court nor leave a will; unless they were manumitted, their lives and property belonged to their masters. The most admired auctoratii – those who had re-enlisted following manumission – may have had little practical choice. Under Roman law, a former gladiator could not "offer such services [as those of a gladiator] after manumission, because they cannot be performed without endangering [his] life." Caesar's munus of 46 BCE included at least one equestrian, son of a Praetor, and possibly two senatorial volunteers. Under Augustus, senators and equestrians and their descendants were formally excluded from the infamia of association with the arena and its personnel (arenario). However some magistrates – and some later Emperors – tacitly or openly, condoned such transgressions and some volunteers were prepared to embrace the resulting loss of status. Some did so for payment, some for military glory and – in one recorded case – for personal honour. In 11 CE Augustus, who enjoyed the games, bent his own rules and allowed equestrians to volunteer because "the prohibition was no use". Under Tiberius, the Larinum decree (19 CE) reiterated the laws which Augustus himself had waived. Thereafter Caligula flouted them and Claudius strengthened them. Nero and Commodus ignored them. Valentinian II, some hundreds of years later, protested against the same infractions and repeated similar laws.
Emperors in the Arena
Caligula, Titus, Hadrian, Lucius Verus, Caracalla, Geta and Didius Julianus were all said to have performed in the arena (either in public or private) but risks to themselves were minimal. Claudius – characterised by his historians as morbidly cruel and boorish – fought a whale trapped in the harbour in front of a group of spectators. Commentators invariably disapproved of such performances. Commodus was a fanatical participant at the ludi. He fought as a secutor, styling himself "Hercules Reborn". As a bestiarius he was said to have killed 100 lions in one day. On another occasion, he decapitated a running ostrich with a specially designed dart, carried the bloodied head and his sword over to the Senatorial seats and gesticulated as though they were next. He was said to have restyled Nero's colossal statue in his own image as "Hercules Reborn" and re-dedicated it to himself as "Champion of secutores; only left-handed fighter to conquer twelve times one thousand men." For this, he drew a gigantic Roman gladiators fighting in stipend from the public purse. the arena Perhaps to explain both his obsession and administrative incompetence, gossips suggested that his mother, Faustina the Younger, had conceived him with a gladiator.
Schools and Training
The earliest named gladiator school (s. ludus; pl. ludi) is that of Aurelius Scaurus, the lanista at Capua, in Campania. Lanistae were head of their familia gladiatoria, with legal power over life and death of every family member, including servii poenae, auctoratii and ancillaries. They were infames, on a social footing with pimps and butchers and despised as price gougers. No such stigma attached to a gladiator owner (munerarius or editor) of good family, high status and independent means. Cicero congratulated his friend Atticus on buying a splendid troop: if he rented them out, he might recover their entire cost after two performances. Following the Spartacus Revolt and the political exploitation of munera, legislation progressively restricted the ownership, siting and organisation of the schools. By Domitian's time, many had been more or less absorbed by the State, including those at Pergamum, Alexandria, Praeneste and Capua. The city of Rome itself had four; the Ludus Magnus (the largest and most important, housing up to about 2,000 gladiators), Ludus Dacicus, Ludus Gallicus, and the Ludus Matutinus, which trained bestiarii. Volunteers required a magistrate's permission to join a school as auctoritatii. If this was granted, the school's physician assessed their suitability. Their contract (auctoramentum) stipulated how often they were to perform, their fighting style and earnings. A condemned bankrupt or debtor accepted as novicius could negotiate for partial or complete debt payment by his lanista or editor. Faced with runaway re-enlistment fees for skilled auctoratii, Marcus Aurelius set their upper limit at 12,000 sesterces. Those condemned ad ludus were probably branded or marked with tattoos (stigma) on the face, legs and/or hands. Their stigma may have been text – habitually fugitive slaves were marked thus on the forehead until Constantine banned facial stigma in 325 CE. Soldiers were marked on the hand. All prospective fighters in the arena, including wrestlers, boxers, and gladiators, swore the same oath (sacramentum). Novices (novicii) trained under teachers of particular fighting styles, probably retired fighters. They could ascend through a hierarchy of grades (s. palus) in which primus palus was the highest. Lethal weapons were prohibited in the schools – weighted, blunt wooden versions were probably used. Fighting styles were probably learned through constant rehearsal as choreographed "numbers". An elegant, economical style was preferred. Training included preparation for a stoical, unflinching death. Successful training required intense commitment. Fighters were accommodated in cells typically arranged in barrack formation around a central practice arena. Juvenal describes the segregation of fighters according to type and status, suggestive of rigid hierarchies within the schools: "even the lowest scum of the arena observe this rule; even in prison they're separate". Boxers were at the bottom of the social hierarchy, as they were considered to be unsophisticated brutes, who did not used weapons and simply used 'brute force' to slug away at one another. In addition, like the wrestlers, the boxers often fought naked, and the Romans had a horror of public
nudity' Amongst the gladiators, Retiarii were kept away from damnatii, and "fag targeteers" from "armoured heavies". As most ordinarii at games were from the same school, this kept potential opponents separate and safe from each other until the lawful munus. Discipline could be extreme, even lethal. Of the two schools identified at Pompeii (one built on the remains of the other), the first could cater for 15–20 gladiators. Its replacement could have housed about 100 and included a very small cell, probably for lesser punishments and so low that standing was impossible. Despite the harsh discipline, gladiators represented a substantial investment for their lanista and were otherwise well cared for. Their high-energy, vegetarian diet combined barley, boiled beans, oatmeal, ash (believed to help fortify the body) and dried fruit. Compared to modern athletes, they were probably overweight, but this may have "protected their vital organs from the cutting blows of their opponents". The same research suggests they may have fought barefoot. Regular massage and high quality medical care helped mitigate an otherwise very severe training regime. Part of Galen's medical training was at a gladiator school in Pergamum where he saw (and would later criticise) the training, diet, and long term health prospects of the gladiators.
Mosaic at the National Archaeological Museum in Madrid showing a retiarius named Kalendio (shown surrendering in the upper section) fighting a secutor named Astyanax. The Ø sign by Kalendio's name implies he was killed after surrendering. In early munera, death was considered the proper outcome of combat. Later, known gladiators often fought in matches advertised sine missione (without release [from the sentence of death]), which suggests that missione had become common by that time. The contract between editor and lanista could include compensation for unexpected deaths. Later, as the demand for gladiators began to exceed supply, there was an official Augustan ban on matches sine missione, a pragmatic decision that also happened to reflect popular demands for "natural justice". Refusals by Caligula and Claudius to spare popular but defeated fighters did nothing to boost their own popularity. In most circumstances, a popular gladiator who fought well was likely to be spared. Spectators expected a legitimate and definite conclusion to the munus. By common custom, it was left to the spectators to decide whether or not a losing gladiator should be spared and they also decided the winner in a "standing tie", though the latter was rare. Most matches employed a senior referee (summa rudis) and an assistant, shown in mosaics with long staffs (rudes) to caution or separate opponents at some crucial point in the match. A gladiator's self-acknowledged defeat – signaled by a raised finger (ad digitum) – told the referee to stop the combat and refer to the editor, A victorious gladiator is presented to to whose decision would usually rest on the crowd's organisers of the Games mood. The number of combats fought by gladiators was extremely variable. Most fought at two or three munera annually but an unknown number died in their first match. Up to 150 combats are recorded
for a very few individuals. A single bout probably lasted between 10–15 minutes, or 20 at most. Spectators preferred well matched ordinarii with complementary fighting styles but other combinations are found, such as several gladiators fighting together or the serial replacement of a match loser by a new gladiator, who would fight the winner. Victors received the palm branch and an award from the editor. An outstanding fighter might receive a laurel crown and money from an appreciative crowd but for anyone originally condemned ad ludi the greatest reward was manumission, symbolised by the gift of a wooden training sword or staff (rudis) from the editor. Martial describes a match between Priscus and Verus, who fought so evenly and bravely for so long that when both acknowledged defeat at the same instant, Titus awarded victory and a rudis to each. Flamma was awarded the rudis four times, but chose to remain a gladiator.
Outline of the Games
Surviving contemporary accounts of games and matches were written by members of Rome's elite to illustrate a point or to celebrate the exceptional. They provide very little substance for accurate reconstruction or generalisation but an outline of games can be conjectured, using written histories, contemporary accounts, statuary, ephemera, memorabilia and stylised pictographic evidence. Almost all comes from the late republic and The distribution of Empire, much of it from Pompeii. programs The earliest munera took place at or near the tomb of the deceased and these were organised by their munerator (who made the offering). Later games were held by an editor, either identical with the munerator or an official employed by him. As time passed these titles and meanings may have merged. From the Principate onwards, private Condemned slaves citizens could personally fund gladiatorial munera with Imperial crucified permission and the assistance of a lanista but an editor increasingly tended to be a state official. For small-town games, from Claudius onwards, quaestors, the lowest rank of Roman magistrate, were obliged to fund two thirds of the costs from personal sources. Bigger games were put on by senior magistrates who could better afford them but the largest and most lavish were paid for by the emperor himself. Augustan legislation – or custom – standardised the munus as a munus legitimum. This combined venationes (animal fights or animal hunts) and on occasions boxing and wrestling in the morning: the brief Ludi meridiani at midday, when condemned criminals would be executed, and gladiatores in the afternoon. Games were advertised beforehand on conspicuously displayed Condemned slaves led through the streets to the billboards, giving the reason for the game, its editor, venue, date and the arena number of paired gladiators (ordinarii) to be used.
Highlighted features were included, such as venationes, executions, music and any luxuries to be provided for the spectators; these might include a decorated awning against the sun, and water sprinklers. Food, drink, sweets and occasionally "door prizes" could be offered. A more detailed program (libellus) was prepared for the day of the munus to show the names, types and match records of gladiator pairs (of interest to gamblers) and their order of appearance. Copies of the libellus were distributed among the crowd on the day of the match. Left-handed gladiators were advertised as an interesting rarity on libelli; they were trained to fight right-handers, which gave them advantage over most opponents and produced an interestingly unorthodox combination. The day of the munus began with venationes (beast hunts) and bestiari (beast fighting) gladiators. Sometimes beasts were unharmed and simply exhibited. This would be followed by Greek style boxing, wrestling and the Pankration. The content of ludi meridiani was variable, but usually involved executions An explicit of noxii (sometimes as "mythological" readvertisement for a enactments) or others condemned (damnatii) to the arena. forthcoming Games Gladiators may have been involved in these though the crowd – and the gladiators themselves – preferred the "dignity" of an even contest. There were also comedy fights. A crude Pompeian graffito suggests a burlesque of musicians, dressed as animals named Ursus tibicen (flute-playing bear) and Pullus cornicen (horn-blowing chicken), perhaps as accompaniment to clowning by paegniarii during a mock contest of the ludi meridiani. Pompeian tomb evidence shows the munus as a civic and religious rite sponsored by a magistrate as editor. A procession (pompa) entered the arena led by the editors lictors bearing fasces to signify his power over life and death. They were followed by a small band of tubicines playing a fanfare. Images of the gods were carried in to sanctify the pompa, followed by a scribe (to record the outcome) and a man carrying the palm branch used to honour victors. The editor entered among a retinue who carried the arms and armour to be used; more musicians followed then horses. The gladiators presumably came in last. "Warm-up" matches were probably fought before the main events, A gladiatorial fight turns using blunted weapons – some munera may have used blunted weapons into a Pankration bout as a young fighter has throughout. The editor (or his honoured representative) would check the weapons his brains beaten out on the arena wall (probatio armorum) for the "real" matches. These were the highlight of the day - as inventive, varied and novel as the editor could afford. Armatures could be very costly – some were flamboyantly decorated with exotic feathers, jewels and precious metals. Increasingly the munus was the editor's gift to spectators who had come to expect the best as their due. In late Republican munera, between 10 and 13 pairs could have fought on one day; this assumes one match at a time in the course of an afternoon. The Zilten mosaic in Libya (ca 80–100 CE) shows musicians in context of a provincial ludus (gladiators, bestiari, or venatores and prisoners attacked by beasts). Their instruments are a long
straight trumpet (tubicen), a large curved horn (Cornu) and a water organ (hydraulis). Similar representations (musicians, gladiators and bestiari) are found on a tomb relief in Pompeii.
Factions and Rivals
Popular factions of the munera (and ludi) are described throughout the Imperial era. Under Augustan legislation, the Samnite type was renamed secutor (equipped with an oblong or "large" shield), whose supporters were secutarii. As the games evolved, any lightly armed, defensive fighter could be included in this group. The heavily armoured and armed Thracian types (Thraex) and Murmillo, who fought with smaller shields, were parmularii (small shield), as were their supporters. Trajan preferred the parmularii and Domitian the secutarii; Marcus Aurelius took neither side. Nero seems to have enjoyed the brawls between rowdy, enthusiastic and sometimes violent factions, but called in the troops if they went too far. Once a band of five retiarii in tunics, matched against the same number of secutores, yielded without a struggle; but when their death was ordered, one of them caught up his trident and slew all the victors. Caligula bewailed this in a public proclamation as a most cruel murder. There were also local rivalries. At a Pompeian ludus, trading of insults between Pompeians and Nucerians led to stone throwing and riot. Many were killed or wounded. Nero banned gladiator munerae (though not the games) at Pompeii for ten years as punishment. The story is told in graffiti and high quality wall painting, with much boasting of Pompeii's "victory" over Nuceria.
Most spectators would have witnessed gladiator fights in the arenas or amphitheatres built throughout the Republic and later, the Empire. Early munera were probably private affairs, and offered limited visibility for non-privileged spectators. As these events became larger, open spaces such as the Forum Romanum were adapted (as the Forum Boarium had been) as venues in Rome and elsewhere, with temporary, elevated seating for the patron and high status spectators. These were not truly public events: 'A show of gladiators was to be exhibited before the people in the market-place, and most of the magistrates erected scaffolds round about, with an intention of letting them for advantage. Caius commanded them to take down their scaffolds, that the poor people might see the sport without paying anything. But nobody obeying these orders of his, he gathered together a body of labourers, who worked for him, and overthrew all the scaffolds the very night before the contest was to take place. So that by the next morning the market-place was cleared, and the common people had an
opportunity of seeing the pastime. In this, the populace thought he had acted the part of a man; but he much disobliged the tribunes his colleagues, who regarded it as a piece of violent and presumptuous interference.' Towards the end of the Republic, Cicero (Murena 72–3) still describes these shows as ticketed - their usefulness was served by inviting the rural tribunes of the plebs, not the people of Rome en masse - but in Imperial times, poor citizens in receipt of the corn dole were allocated free seating, possibly by lottery. Others had to pay, and private arenas always charged an entrance fee. Ticket scalpers (Locarii) sometimes sold or let out seats at inflated prices. Martial wrote that "Hermes [a well-endowed gladiator who always drew the crowds] means riches for the ticket scalpers". The amphitheatre was the one place in which the execution of justice was uniquely visible to all classes, and in which all classes were mutually visible. Its layout separated and distanced them from the "pollution" of the arena. Yet permanent amphitheatres only appeared long after the munera had become an established part of Roman life. The blocking of earlier provision for permanent venues reflected genuine unease, not simply at political graft but at the erosion of public morals that must arise from frequent and excessively "luxurious" munera. Pompeii's first amphitheatre was built by Sullan colonists around 70 BCE. The first in the city of Rome was the extraordinary wooden Amphitheatre of Gaius Scribonius Curio (built 53 BCE). The first part-stone amphitheatre in Rome was inaugurated in 29–30 BCE, in time for the triple triumph of Octavian (later Augustus). Shortly after it burned down in 64 CE, Vespasian began its replacement, later known as the Amphitheatrum Flavium (Colosseum), which seated 50,000 spectators and would remain the largest in the Empire. It was inaugurated by Titus in 80 CE, the personal gift of the Emperor to the people of Rome, paid for by the Imperial share of booty after the Jewish Revolt.
A defeated Gaul – who fights without a loincloth (a Gallic custom) - begs for mercy
Amphitheatres also provided a potential model for social control. Seating was "disorderly and indiscriminate" until Augustus prescribed its arrangement in his Social Reforms. To persuade the Senate, he expressed his distress on behalf of a Senator who could not find seating at a crowded games in Puteoli: 'In consequence of this the senate decreed that, whenever any public show was given anywhere, the first row of seats should be reserved for senators; and at Rome he would not allow the envoys of the free and allied nations to sit in the orchestra, since he was informed that even freedmen were sometimes appointed. He separated the soldiery from the people. He assigned special seats to the married men of the commons, to boys under age their own section and the adjoining one to their preceptors; and he decreed that no one wearing a dark cloak should sit in the middle of the house. He would not allow women to view even the gladiators except from the upper seats, though it had been the custom for men and women to sit together at such shows. Only the Vestal virgins were assigned a place to themselves, opposite the praetor's tribunal.' These arrangements, however, do not seem to have been strongly enforced.
Death & Disposal
The proximity of death defined the munus for all concerned. To die well, a gladiator should never ask for mercy, nor cry out, although this was the ideal, and probably many fighters talked at the idea of being brutally killed in public. 'A "good death", it was suggested by Roman moralists, 'redeemed a defeated gladiator from the dishonourable weakness and passivity of defeat, and provided a noble example to those who watched'. Some Mosaics show defeated gladiators kneeling in preparation for the moment of death. Seneca's "vital spot" seems to have meant the neck. After the death of a fighter in combat, an attendant dressed as Charon – or as Dis Pater – struck the head with a mallet. Another dressed as Mercury tested for life-signs with a heated "wand". The corpse of the dead fighter would then dishonourably dragged from the arena with hooks in the heels, as a polluted object, by "Mercury". Tertullian also has a priest offer the fallen gladiator's blood to Jupiter Latiaris. Attendants strewed fresh sand, or simply raked it, at the spot where the
A poignant farewell as an emasculated, disembowelled boygladiator dies
fighter had died. Having been dragged from the arena, if the fighter was wearing armour, that was stripped off. Often however, in the private arenas, the dead fighter would have been ceremoniously stripped naked for the added amusement and titillation of the spectators before he had been 'finished-off'. After being dragged from the arena, the body was then removed to the amphitheatre morgue, where the throat was cut, probably to prove he was truly dead. Most defeated fighters who had been condemned to the arena were stripped naked before being killed, and once they were dead, the fighter's naked corpse would hung from the arena wall. Later, when the Games were over, the body would be butchered, and the remains fed to A slave, condemned to the animals used in the arena. Few gladiators survived more than 10 matches or lived past the age of 30. One (Felix) is known to have lived to 45 and one retired gladiator lived on to 90. It has been calculated that an average age at death was 20 for gladiators, with mortality "among all who entered the arena" around the 1st century CE at 19/100. A rise in the risk of death for losers, from 1/5 to 1/4 between the early and later Imperial periods, seems to suggest missio was granted less often. The majority of fighters, however, would have died early in their careers, at 15–20 years of age.
fight in the arena, is stripped completely naked before being 'finished-off', by being speared in the chest by his victorious opponent.
The naked, mutilated corpse of a defeated fighter is hung from the arena wall.
THE PSYCHOLOGY OF THE ARENA
A naked The question that we have to ask, after briefly surveying warrior is the development of the Roman arena system is a simple dragged to a on - why ? sacrificial If we look at other societies and other civilisations stone to have throughout history we do not find any similar his heart ripped out phenomenon. The Aztecs, of course, killed men in the hundreds of thousands, ripping out hearts on the summits of their huge temple pyramids. The men who were killed, mainly young warriors, were stripped naked, or reduced to wearing just a tiny loincloth - but the crowds waiting in the plaza below could not see the mutilations of the victims far above them, and would only see the naked bodies & severed heads as they tumbled down the endless steps that led up to the temples at the summit of the pyramid. More significantly, the Aztec rites, as far as we can ascertain, were not entertainments, but rather deeply serious religious rituals. As has been already described, 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 Roman plebians attending the Public Arena 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 Defeated, naked gladiators, who have been impaled. unemployed. Not only did the Games offer a distraction from poverty One has been partly, & one for a day, but the Games also featured 'performers' who were fully emasculated
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 A naked gladiator is anally arrow it could be a fatal penetration. If impaled before being it was a form of sexual penetration, then abused and killed 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 The ultimate humiliation – performers in the arena, were classified with prostitutes – both male public sexual penetration 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. A naked pankration The most popular theatrical form in the 1st Century was wrestler is anally impaled and sexually the Mime, which was somewhere between a musical and a ballet, but tortured, prior to being with the principle actor's voices being substituted by a chorus. 'finished-off' 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, and combatants in the arena were encouraged to rape, abuse and mutilate their defeated opponents. 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 the arenaslaves, and so eventually it became common practice for defeated fighters and condemned slaves to be repeatedly 'abused', raped A stripped gladiator is and anally impaled. disabled with a blow to the The sexual 'abuse' would also genitals 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. 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. Initially the arena crowd were quite happy to see any fighter or condemned slave undergo such a humiliating process at the Games, An emasculated gladiator, with but as the century progressed the previous reliance on big, his severed genitals stuffed into muscular, older men slowly changed, and in response to the his mouth, is 'finished-off'' by reactions of the crowd, more fights were given over to adolescents, having a sword rammed up into his guts and sometimes even young boys, who were cheaper and easier to acquire, and were more popular with the voyeuristic Roman crowd. 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.
There follows a series of graphic reconstructions of the various elements that would comprise a 'day at the Games' in the 1st century AD.
These reconstructions feature a fictional character called Gracchus who, it is proposed, was a freedman who inherited a substantial sum from his former master and subsequently was able to build a small arena and a gladiatorial 'school'. As a result of managing his business successfully he was able to eventually offer full, private games, featuring boxers, wrestlers, executions and gladiators, and it is these Games that are presented in the following reconstructions. The events featured in the reconstructions aim to be accurate in terms of weapons, costumes, equipment, and settings, and are based on accounts of fights by contemporary authors, various art works, and contemporary literature, including the 'Satyricon', by Pretronius. Dialogue, or course, is reconstructed, and is couched in modern explicit slang, with the intention of reflecting the original 'tone' of the 'vulgar' Latin.
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Roman Boxers Roman Wrestlers Pankration Wrestlers Roman Executions Roman Gladiators Roman Gladiators Roman Gladiators Roman Gladiators Pugnax & Lysus, & Perseus & Nerva awaiting completion awaiting completion awaiting completion Calvius & Marcus Ephebus & Felix Calvius & Ephebus Calvius & Hastus
Sections awaiting completion will be updated in the near future, when additional photos and text are available
A DAY AT THE GAMES – ROMAN BOXERS
Roman attitudes to sexuality, violence and morality in the 1st Century were very different to those generally accepted in the 21st Century. This account of two boxing contests in a private Roman Arena attempts to be as historically accurate as possible. With regard to the photos; settings, costumes – or lack of them – 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, (Pugnax, Lysus, Perseus, Nerva the referee etc.) 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. Do not view if you object to the use of such language. ____________________________________________________________________________________________
INTRODUCTION This account describes two boxing bouts in Gracchus' private arena – these fights being between Pugnax and Lysus, and Perseus and Nerva.
The first fights of the day, in Grachus' Private Arena, were the boxing matches. Boxing was a sport that the Romans had inherited from the Greeks. The ancient Greeks featured boxing in the Olympic and other Games, and as in all Greek sports, boxing was undertaken in the nude. The Romans had taken over the sport, and like the Greeks, the most Roman boxers fought completely naked. Because of the Romans' problems with nudity, and the fact that most of the boxers were very well-muscled and very 'well-endowed', they were considered, by most Romans, to be the 'lowest of the low' in the 'pecking order' of the arena. This was very much because the Romans had inherited from the Greeks the peculiarly Greek view of male physical beauty, in which large muscles and large genitals were considered to be a sign of primitive barbarity and licentiousness. The only equipment that the boxers wore was a leather 'slave-collar' round the neck, and padded forearm guards and 'boxing gloves'. So, unlike most of the other fighters
in the arena, boxers did not have to concern themselves about being stripped naked if they were defeated, and in fact most boxers were rather to fond of showing off their genitalia to the crowd, usually because they were unusually 'wellendowed'. In addition, most boxers were given aphrodisiacs, and hemp or 'poppy-juice' before they went into the arena, so not only were they practically stark naked, but they were usually very 'aroused', and displayed prominent erections. Pugnax, Lysus, Nerva & Perseus, being very highly sexed and 'well-endowed' individuals, were no exception, and were were quite happy to strut around the arena, showing off to the crowd their obscenely aroused genitals.
As in most boxing contests the fighters were supervised by a referee, who was an older slave who was a trainer, and who had probably been a boxer at one time, but had been successfully retired from fighting – a rare achievement in Grachus' arena. The referee wore a Greek style, ankle-length robe, which covered one shoulder, and carried a cane, which he used to beat any boxer who infringed the rules. Unlike the Pankration, and the gladiatorial contests, where there were effectively no rules, in boxing the rules, which had been inherited from the Greeks, were quite complicated. The boxers were not allowed to use any other part of the body to fight with except their fists, forearms and elbows. Blows could only be aimed at the upper part of the body, and blows were not permitted below he waist. A boxer who was unable to stand could not be hit, so there was no fighting on the ground. There was some bloodshed, of course, as the boxers did not wear gloves but rather, cestae, which were leather straps, which in some cases had lead studs embedded in them, and could inflict horrific injuries. In Grachus' arena he employed the simple leather cestae, plus cestae with lead studs, and occasionally cestae with steel spikes. When the spikes were used, the fights were usually short, with the defeated boxer losing his eyes, getting his arms and chest ripped, and in many cases being defeated by having his belly sliced open, and ending up squirming on the sand, disembowelled, with his guts draped across the bloodstained sand. Where the spikes were not used, the only excuse for bloodshed, in the Private Arena, was if the rules of the fight were broken. If the rule-breaking was serious enough then the punishment for the offending contestant could be horrendous, much to the satisfaction of the bloodthirsty crowd. Such punishment could involve physical torture and sexual 'abuse', and would often culminate in the mutilation and killing of the condemned boxer. In the fights between Pugnax and Lysus, and Perseus and Nerva the ordinary leather cestae were to be used, so there was unlikely to be any real bloodshed, as Grachus wanted the winning boxers to survive without being too badly marked. The crowd, however, were hoping that one of the boxers would infringe one of the many rules of the fight, and thus unleash upon himself the full fury of the referee and the officials of the Games, which could culminate in his agonising and horrific death.
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The first fight was to be between Pugnax and Lysus. Pugnax was a tough, muscular boxer, with a shaved head, who was very popular with the crowd, and had previously had a number of successful fights in Gracchus' Private Arena. Lysus was the 'new boy', and very much a boy. Young, slim and dark haired, he was physically not the typical Roman boxer, as Roman boxers tended to be heavy and thick-set. Most of the bets were on Pugnax, as he was more experienced, heavier and better muscled. Some of the spectators, however, bet on Lysus – some because he was 'cute' and some, more seriously, because he was young and fit and probably more agile. After some preliminary posing by the two fighters, as they tried to encourage sections of the crowd to support and possibly bet on them, the fight began in the usual way, with the two boxers nervously sparring. Pugnax, as his name suggests was a pugnacious fighter who repeatedly defeated and buggered his unfortunate opponents. Most of his victims also ended up dead on the arena sand, as Pugnax, after he had abused a defeated boxer, would then furiously beat him round the head, fracturing the unfortunate boxer's skull, and in some cases literally splattering the helpless boxer's brains out on the sand. It was not surprising, therefore, that young Lysus was nervous as he tested Pugnax's defences, probing for a weakness in his shaven-headed opponent that would give him the chance to defeat Pugnax and leave the arena alive. Pugnax, however, was far too experienced for Lysus, and after a number of abortive attacks from the youngster, Pugnax finally delivered one of his 'killer blows' to Lysus head, and knocked the boy to the sand. I accordance with the rules, Pugnax stood to one side while the referee asked Lysus, who was kneeling on the sand, holding his head, if he wanted to continue with the fight, of if he wanted to surrender to Pugnax and take whatever was coming to him. After a few moments, during which young Lysus tried to clear his head, the boy nodded that he wanted to go on, and unsteadily got to his feet. The crowd, of course, realised that Lysus was outclassed, and would ultimately end up with his brains beaten out, lying dead on the sand. Lysus, however, new he had to go on fighting in the hope that he would have some stroke of luck and get the better of Pugnax. Predictably, as soon as the fight was restarted by the referee Pugnax was able to land another vicious punch to Lysus' head. The poor boy grunted, and his legs turned to jelly as he slowly slumped down onto the sand for a second time. This time, however, Pugnax didn't keep to the rules and step back from his fallen opponent. Instead he laid into the naked boy, who was kneeling on the sand, desperately trying to raise his gloved hands to protect himself. The referee immediately jumped forward and slapped Pugnax on the shoulder, to alert him to the fact that he was breaking the rules, and after a few punches Pugnax relented and stood back. Lysus, however, was now badly disorientated by Pugnax repeated attacks to his head, and knelt on the sand, cross-eyed, and obviously stunned. The referee asked Lysus once again if he wanted to go on. The brave lad signalled that he was ready to fight again, and the referee, although he knew that Lysus had lost the fight, gave the unfortunate boy a little time to recover so that he could at least have a slim chance of taking the fight to Pugnax.
Unsteadily the naked boy got up off the sand, as the crowd became quiet as they waited expectantly for the next attack by Pugnax which would probably bring the surrender from Lysus that would signal the end for the young boxer. Once again the two boxers began sparring, as Pugnax looked for the opening which would allow him to give the punch that would be so devastating that Lysus would surrender the fight. The everyone's surprise, and Lysus' horror, Pugnax next blow was to the poor lads groin. Such a punch was technically illegal, and as Lysus squealed “Fuck', the poor lad fell squirming to the sand, clutching at his crushed genitals. “Shit ! My fuckin' bollocks ! - I give !”, young Lysus squealed as he struggled on the sand, with his hips raise high, while the referee slapped Pugnax across the chest as a token punishment for his infringement of the rules. At this point the referee had a difficult choice to make. While Pugnax had committed a foul, at the same time Lysus had 'given' the fight to Pugnax. While technically Pugnax should have been disqualified, and the fight given to Lysus, the boy was obviously 'finished', and the crowd, from their cheers and applause, were obviously supporting Pugnax. Then an order came from Gracchus that Pugnax was to be reprimanded, but the boy was to be the loser, and was to be 'finished off'. When the referee told Pugnax that he had been given the fight he ginned widely and raised his hand in triumph, while the crowd cheered. Meanwhile, Lysus was to busy coping with the pain in his groin to really register that his fate had been sealed. Pugnax, who was already highly aroused, told the arena slaves to turn Lysus over onto his belly. Pugnax then roughly kicked the young lad's legs apart, exposing the boy's anus. Pugnax then got down onto his knees behind the terrified boy. “No ! Don't fuck me – please !”, young Lysus whined as one of the arena-slaves helped Pugnax, whose hands were still gloved, to penetrate the squirming lad. With the crowd cheering him on, Pugnax then roughly buggered young Lysus, while the boy groaned, both with the pain and the humiliation of being publicly raped. It didn't take Pugnax long to have his way with the helpless young lad, and as he reached his climax he pulled his swollen penis out of the wriggling lad and squirted his seed over the humiliated boy's sweaty, trembling buttocks. The slaves then turned Lysus over onto his back, and were pleased to see that being buggered had got Lysus very aroused. The crowd obviously wanted to see the boy 'abused' before he was killed, so they were only too happy to cheer on the arena-slaves as they masturbated the naked young lad. “Fuck off !”, Lysus grunted, as one of the slaves grabbed hold of his stiff, waving 'member'. But Lysus was horribly 'aroused', and as soon as the arena-slave started pumping his swollen 'tool' he was unable to stop himself responding. Meanwhile, Pugnax went over to Perseus and Nerva to boast about his victory over his young opponent and gloat about raping the boy. It didn't take long for the arena-slaves to bring Lysus to a 'climax', and the squirming boy's high pitched groans, as he squirted his semen all over his glistening, trembling, hairless belly, quickly caught Pugnax attention, and brought him back to where the panting boy was lying. The slaves were waiting for Pugnax instructions, while Lysus, who was still dribbling semen onto his belly, looked up pathetically. “No more ! Please, Pugnax ! Just let me go back to the locker-room !”, Lysus pleaded, hoping that by some miracle he would be allowed to leave the arena alive to fight another day.
“Cut off his privates !”, Pugnax told the arena-slaves, curtly. “Oh shit no !”, Lysus whimpered, “Not that ! Not my fuckin' bollocks !”. Young Lysus looked to the referee in the hopes that he would be reprieved. He was a cute boy, and it seemed cruel to emasculate and kill him when he was not too badly injured, but Gracchus had given his orders, and so Lysus fate was sealed. Lysus then struggled to sit up, and was probably going to try and escape from the arena. He didn't get far, however, as Pugnax kicked the poor lad in the head. Lysus immediately flopped back onto the sand, mumbling incoherently to himself, and he made no more attempts to defend himself as one of the arena slaves spread the boy's legs, and grabbed hold of his penis and testicles. “Please don't do this ! Not my prick as well !“, Lysus groaned, as looked up at the bulging, hairy scrotum, and hugely erect penis of his cruel opponent, Pugnax, who stood over him. All poor Lysus could do, however, was to lie helplessly as the arena-slave used his knife to slice off his plump
scrotum and limp penis. As the knife sliced through the hairy root of his genitals, the naked boy squealed pathetically, and then flopped back on the sand, completely emasculated. The arena slave then got to his feet, held up the emasculated boy's severed, bloody genitals, while the crowd cheered, and then dropped the useless 'sex-parts' next to the squirming, whimpering boy.
“Shit ! I got no fuckin' privates !”, Lysus squealed, as he fumbled about on the sand trying to retrieve his severed 'parts'. Pugnax then grabbed the sexless boy by his hair. “Oh shit, no ! Don't fuckin' finish me !”, Lysus then moaned. The boy knew he was now going to be beaten to death, but having just been emasculated, he didn't have the strength, or will, to resist. Pugnax then knelt down and started punching Lysus in the head while the crowd cheered and applauded. Lysus was being 'finished-off', and this was what the crowd really came to see. First Pugnax knocked out most of Lysus's teeth, and broke his nose. As Lysus squealed, Pugnax then burst the one of the boy's eyeballs, which left the eyeball hanging out on Lysus's cheek. Then the right eye was burst and splattered on the sand, and Lysus was left blind. “Fuck ! I can't see !”, Lysus spluttered from his bloody mouth, as he squirmed under the rain on blows that were descending on his head. “No – please - please !”, were the poor, mutilated boy's final words, as Pugnax broke the naked young eunuch's skull. Lysus then went into convulsions, and as Pugnax got to his feet, the naked boy wriggled obscenely on the sand, urinating from the bloody stump where his penis had been, and noisily defecating on the sand in his final agony. Finally Lysus, toothless and with horrifically bloody, empty eyesockets, grunted and lay still. Pugnax then bestrode the prone boy, and raised his fist in a sign of victory while the crowd cheered and applauded. The arena-slaves then stuffed Lysus's eyeballs and genitals into his toothless mouth, and hung the naked, mutilated corpse form the arena wall, and while the crowd continued to cheer, the other boxers went to look at the mutilated remains of the first victim of the day at the games.
Once Lysus's naked mutilated corpse had been hung from the arena wall the two boxers for the next fight, Perseus and Nerva, presented themselves to the referee. Perseus was slightly older than Nerva, and was a huge specimen: very tall, and with massively bulging muscles. He had very blond hair, blue eyes and rugged features. His whole, massive body was completely shaved and oiled, except for his pubic hair, and his arm-pits. The younger boxer, Nerva, was decidedly more handsome that his taller opponent, and had black, curly hair. Like Perseus, Nerva had been completely shaved and oiled, except for under his arms, and his neatly trimmed and 'fluffed', dark pubic hair. The two big boxers entered the arena to the cheers of the crowd. While the more sophisticated individuals in the audience feigned disinterest in the
heavily muscled, and obscenely 'well-endowed' naked fighters, the plebeians, (lower orders), looked forward to seeing these big, over-sexed 'studs' slugging it out in the arena. Perseus and Nerva started to 'square-up' to each other while the bearded ref reminded them briefly of the rules. The two boxers then started fighting while naked corpse of young Lysus, the defeated & castrated boxer from the previous bout, hung from the arena-wall, and Pugnax, the victor of the previous fight, looked on, (their story will be featured later). As the naked boxers sparred, their heavy genitals jerked and swung about, and the stimulation and excitement of fighting completely naked soon got both fighters 'aroused' so that after a few minutes each boxers had an erect penis that waved about obscenely. After 'trading' a few light punches, Perseus eventually landed a really hard punch to Nerva's head. “Shit !”, Nerva grunted loudly, as his head jerked back. Then the handsome, dark-haired lad slowly crumpled to his knees not 'knocked-out', but very dazed. Like Pugnax before him, Perseus then deliberately broke the rules by grabbing Nerva's arm, in order to hold him. “Shit ! Le'go !” , Nerva screamed, as Perseus then slammed his completely helpless opponent with repeated blows to his head. The referee immediately gave Perseus a stern warning, and it was obvious, from the expression on the ref's face, that he was sick and tired of young boxers breaking the rules, and turning his boxing matches into Pankration wrestling sessions. At first it seemed that Perseus was following the referee's instructions, as he released Nerva's arm, and stopped punching him. The big blond boxer, however, had no intention of following the rules, and he then pushed Perseus on to his back, spun him round on the sand, and then pulled him up by one ankle. Perseus, of course, was incredibly strong, and he had no trouble in pulling Nerva right up, so that only the boy's shoulders are on the sand. Nerva was then hanging upside down, with his legs spread wide, and guessed almost immediately what Perseus was going to do next. “Shit no ! Don't fuckin' do it !”, Nerva screamed, but Perseus ignored his helpless opponent, and landed a devastating blow to Nerva's hairy groin, horribly squashing the young lad's smooth, shaved scrotum. “Cunt !“, Nerva squealed, as he writhed up obscenely. “My fuckin' bollocks - they're fucked !”, Nerva groaned as Perseus landed a second blow to the squirming boy's testicles. As the second crushing blow landed, young Nerva partly lost control of his bladder, and a thin stream of urine jetted from his rapidly shrinking penis and splashed down onto his muscular, ridged belly, and then flowed down to the huge slab of flesh that formed one his pectoral muscles. Immediately the referee landed his cane on Perseus' shoulder, and called in an armed arena-slave to stop the fight. Perseus, realized that the ref intended to impose the rules strictly, and so he released Nerva, who dropped back on to the sand, his erect penis having shrunk immediately to a tiny, wrinkled sausage, as he clutched at his crushed testicles with his gloved hands, squirming in naked and rather wet agony, while the crowd cheered ecstatically. While Nerva managed to get to his knees, and squat on the sand, groaning and nursing his aching scrotum with his gloved hands, the referee gave Perseus a good 'dressing down', telling him that he was now going to give Nerva a 'free hand', and that if Perseus tried to resist he would be immediately 'finished-off' by being speared by an arena-slave. With a spear pointed menacingly at his groin, Perseus realised that it was useless to argue, an meekly allowed himself to be pushed down onto his knees on the sand. At this point the crowd were getting really excited, as they now would have the opportunity to see one boxer having a 'free hand' to 'beat-up' his opponent, who would not be allowed to retaliate. By the time Perseus had been forced down onto his knees, Nerva had managed to get to his feet, and out of earshot of Perseus, the referee told Nerva to give Perseus a brief beating, after which, if he could still get an erection, he would be allowed to bugger his disgraced opponent, if he wanted to, and as a warning to the
other boxer he would allow Perseus to be castrated and killed. Nerva was more than satisfied. Although he preferred having sex with young boys, he was quite happy to make a spectacle of himself if he meant that he could 'get his own back' by publicly humiliate his big, blond opponent. Nerva, who by then was getting really 'aroused' as he anticipated ramming his erect penis up Perseus' tight anus, then grabbed poor Perseus by the hair, and proceeded to beat his defenceless opponent round the head. Meanwhile the referee slapped Perseus' erect penis and shaved scrotum with his cane, telling the naked boxer to get rid of his erection. Perseus, however, obviously had a masochistic streak, because, despite getting his head and his shaved testicles beaten, he appeared to get even more 'aroused' ! Eventually the referee told young Nerva to stop, and called over an arena-slave to strip Perseus of his cestae and arm-guards. Seeing Perseus stripped of even the little that he was wearing, so that he was stark truly naked, told the crowd that this particular boxer was 'finished', and the crowd watched even more intently as Perseus was ordered by the ref to masturbate himself in order to get relieved of his erection. (The excuse was that is was an affront to public decency to have a naked boxer in the arena with an erection – although in reality the boxer was required to 'relieve' himself simply to amuse the spectators – and regardless, he would more than likely become sexually aroused again quite soon after his orgasm anyway). As Perseus had been excruciatingly erect for the whole of the fight, he was secretly pleased to be able to have an opportunity to 'relieve himself' and get rid of his erection, but of course to maintain his dignity and masculinity in front of the crowd and the other boxers and arena-slaves, he needed to loudly protest to the ref. "Fuck no ref !", Perseus shouted indignantly, "I'm not beating' my fuckin' meat for these cunts !". The presence of an arena-slave armed with a spear, however, meant that his feigned objections were ignored, and so the big blond boxer started 'working' on his huge, bulging penis, while using his free hand to 'play' with his heavy, shaved scrotum. The crowd obviously enjoyed every minute of the spectacle, cheering the huge naked fighter on as he furiously masturbated, despite anything that he had said earlier. Meanwhile, Nerva, who despite his previous injury, now had an erection again, looked on, and also 'played' with his penis, although he was not masturbating, but rather getting his big 'member' as erect as possible so that he could rape Perseus once the big blond boxer had squirted his 'seed' over the sand. Perseus stood with his legs a little apart, and slightly bent over. His left hand cradled his heavy, shaved testicles, while his right hand firmly grasped his tight, straining foreskin, which he pulled up and down over the massively bulging 'head' of his penis. As Perseus rolled his bulky testicles round in his shaved scrotum, the big, naked boxer gazed down intently at his right hand as it frantically pumped his penis. "Oh - shit - I'm - fuckin' - cummin' !", Perseus eventually groaned. His hugely swollen penis was jerking in his firmly clenched fist as he leaned back and let repeated spurts of thick, creamy semen explode from his gaping orifice in the 'head' of his penis, and splatter onto the sand. Perseus' repeated ejaculations went on for about a minute, with the crowd cheering enthusiastically as the sweaty, stark naked, and disgustingly 'over-sexed' boxer moaned and writhed obscenely as he was overwhelmed by his orgasm. Once Perseus has stopped groaning, and squirting out his thick ropes of creamy semen on to the sand, the arena-slaves grabbed hold of him and dragged him over to where two stakes have been hammered into the sand. "Fuck no ! Watcha ya fuckin' doin' - cunts ?", Perseus protested, as the arena-slaves then tied Perseus wrists and ankles to ropes hanging from the stakes, and bent him over. By then Perseus was really scared, and started begging the slaves for mercy. "Please no, lads ! Let me go ! Don't torture me or nothin' !". The referee then told the slaves to impale Perseus' anus with a baton. "No you cunts ! Not up my fuckin' bum-hole !", naked Perseus screamed at the arena slaves and at the ref, as he squirmed helplessly between the two stakes. The arena slaves then purposely let the helpless, naked boxer struggle and squirm obscenely, with his limp penis flopping about, for a minute or so, so that the crowd could have a good laugh. Then, an arena slave tried to centre the bulbous end of the stake on Perseus' tightly clenched anus. It was difficult, as Perseus was jerking about so much, but eventually Perseus let out a high-pitched grunt, and the slave, realized he has 'hit the spot', and started forcing the tip of the baton against naked boxer's anal sphincter - which Perseus was desperately trying to clamp shut. "No, please ! Don't push it into me !",Perseus begged pathetically, as he managed to hold his anal 'ring' tight for about a minute. For Perseus the minute was like eternity, and the slaves became impatient, with one slave holding the big, naked boxer's shoulders, while the other slave struggled to penetrate Perseus' anus. Eventually, of course, Perseus had to give up. "Shit ! It's goin' right up me ! I'm fuckin' skewered !", Perseus groaned, as the bulky head of baton slowly disappeared into his pink, tightly puckered anus. The crowd, happy to see the big, cheating boxer thoroughly humiliated, cheered.
At the same time Perseus groaned and squirmed obscenely, and his penis started to stiffen and swell once again. The referee then told the slave who had impaled Perseus to bugger Perseus with the baton, and soon Perseus was jerking back and forth, as the slave pulled the baton in and out of Perseus' straining anus. "Oh shit ! No ! - Don't fuckin' fuck me !", Perseus moaned, as he was roughly buggered by the young arena-slave. Once the rape got under way, Perseus' penis became extremely 'hard', and very swollen, with all the veins standing out, and his foreskin pulled right back, uncovering his glistening, dark pink 'head' of his penis. With each thrust the young slave made, Perseus' penis, dangling a long thick string of sticky semen, which was probably the biggest erect penis that most of the people in the arena had ever seen, slapped up against his tanned, glistening belly. The slapping of the huge, exposed 'head' of his penis against his sweaty belly, and the stimulation of his prostate, as the thrusting baton was driven deep inside him was simply too much for Perseus, and he soon felt his semen uncontrollably rising down in his groin. "Shit - I think - I think I'm gonna fuckin' cum !", the young, blond boxer groaned. This, of course encouraged the arena slave to thrust faster and more deeply into the struggling lad's tight anus. Then Perseus' second orgasm of the morning swept over him. "Oh fuck ! Yes !", Perseus groaned loudly, to no one in particular, and his tanned sweating body started to shudder violently as it was held tightly between the two posts. "FUCK !", he then blurted out as a huge rope of thick, creamy semen lazily squirted from his incredibly stiff penis, and splattered down onto the sand about a meter away. This was immediately followed by four more squirts, each squirt being ejected with slightly less force. While Perseus was still ejaculating, the arena-slave pulled the dildo out of Perseus' anus, causing Perseus to grunt loudly. Even after his orgasm, Perseus was still disgustingly 'aroused', and stood, tied between the two posts groaning, and shifting from one foot to the other as he dribbled the last of his semen. The unfortunate, and somewhat 'demented' boxer was obviously still obscenely over-sexed, and when the arena-slave bent him over and rammed the baton back up Perseus' anus, the big 'muscle-stud's' penis almost exploded as it jerked up again. "Masturbate him ! - Make him 'cum' !", the referee said to the youngest of the arena-slaves, curtly. It was the custom for the youngest, most junior of the arena-slaves to be required to carry out the demeaning and unpleasant task of masturbating defeated fighters and condemned criminals when this proved necessary in order to keep the crowd happy. The young lad had no choice and stood to one side of the bound fighter and grabbed hold of Perseus huge, jerking penis. "Get off, cunt !", Perseus grunted, pretending to be offended by the young slave's attentions. Ignoring the big, naked boxer, the young arena-slave started pumping the straining foreskin, pulling it up and down over Perseus' the dark, gleaming 'head' of Perseus' penis. After a while Perseus started grunting, as he looked intently at the good-looking young slave. "Go on, then – cunt ! Pump it hard !", Perseus finally grunted, as he finally admitted that he wanted the youngster to 'toss him off'. "Come on, son ! Make me fuckin' cum !", Perseus then blurted out, as he rhythmically pushed his hips forwards, literally 'fucking' the young slave's fist ! "Yes, son ! This is it ! Keep going !", Perseus panted, as the crow laughed at the spectacle of the big muscular boxer being violently 'brought off' by the young arena-slave. Finally Perseus pushed his hips right up, as his bulky testicles pulled into his hairy groin. "Keep goin' ! I'm fuckin' cummin !", Perseus then groaned, as he let go of the first squirt of semen, which splashed onto the black leggings of the startled young arena-slave. Not wanting any more of the big, groaning boxer's ejaculate on him, the young slave moved away, letting go of Perseus' penis, which then started to jerk up and down, violently, with each huge rope of semen that spewed from the gaping 'head' of his penis . While Perseus groaned and pumped out his 'seed' over the sand, another arena-slave pulled the jerking baton out of Perseus' anus. “Come on, Ref, let me fuck 'im now ! I wanna show the cunt that he can't just punch me in the fuckin' bollocks 'an get away with it !”, Nerva grunted to the referee, as he his pumped at his big thick penis in order to get it fully erect. “Go on then, son ! Bugger him !”, the referee replied, realizing that the crowd were keen to see the two big boxers having sex. Immediately Nerva pushed Perseus' head down, and rammed full length of his huge thick penis deep into Perseus' twitching anus, so that Perseus' was fully penetrated while he was still ejaculating. "Cunt ! I'm still fuckin' cummin' !", Perseus grunted, wide eyed and shocked that his rectum was once again filled. Nerva then gave Perseus' a good 'shafting'. “Ge off my fuckin' arse – you fuckin' bum-fucker !”, Perseus grunted as Nerva roughly buggered him in front of the crowd. Once again Perseus was jerking back and forth as young Nerva deeply 'ploughed' his naked opponent's most 'private part'. "Come on, Perseus ! Let's see you cum again !", Nerva panted, as he pleased the crowd with his energetic
thrusting. Perseus, however, despite the fact that he was a really 'aroused' stud, couldn't ejaculate again so quickly. Nerva, on the other hand, had been 'aroused' since the beginning of the fight, and once he got his penis into Perseus' rectum he found it almost impossible to stop himself ejaculating really quickly. "Shit ! I'm cummin' !", Nerva groaned loudly, as he pulled his jerking penis out of Perseus' anus, and started to squirt a huge 'load' of creamy semen all over Perseus' huge, muscular, sweaty buttocks. One rope after another of hot semen slopped over Perseus' backside, trickling slowly down his thighs and down the crack between his buttocks. Perseus certainly knew that Nerva had ejaculated over him, and by then he was horribly 'aroused' again, with his huge penis so 'pumped-up' that it looks as if it was going to burst. "Well, Perseus. - Say 'thank you'. After all, I have 'serviced' you well !", Nerva said mockingly, slapping Perseus on his bent back. "Fuck off, cunt !", Perseus grunted, obviously disgusted at what had just happened. "Just fuckin' untie me - you cunt !", Perseus said angrily, as he struggled against he ropes that were holding him in his undignified position, with his head down and his backside held high. By then the crowd were laughing and jeering, however, as they could easily see that, despite his protests, Perseus was appallingly 'aroused', and was actually desperate for relief from his unbearably strong erection. "Look Nerva, if your not gonna untie me - well you can see my fuckin' problem - at least give me some relief !" "No way, son !", Nerva snapped back, "If you need to 'get your rocks off', then you'll have to do it yourself !". Nerva then instructed the arena-slaves to untie Perseus right arm - that way Perseus could masturbate, if he really wanted to, while his ankles and his left wrist were still tied to the two posts, ensuring that he remained completely helpless. Perseus immediately grabbed his massively swollen penis, and started pulling his foreskin back and forth over the huge, bulging 'head' of his penis, while the crowd laughed and cheered, making ribald comments and shouting encouragements for him to 'get his rocks off'. Long strings of sticky semen swung crazily from his jerking penis as Perseus worked himself up into a frenzy. Having already ejaculated twice, it took Perseus quite a long time to reach orgasm, which was all the better, as the crowd were quite happy to watch and laugh and joke while the big, naked boxer 'played' obscenely with his hugely overgrown penis, - pumping it, stroking it and pulling at it as he desperately tried to relieve himself. Meanwhile the ref, the arena slaves and Nerva and some of the other boxers watched with interest, and some amusement, as blond Perseus frantically 'beat his meat' with his one free hand. Finally the heavily muscled, stark naked boxer's body arched and writhed upwards. "Right, - let's see how much spunk the big guy squirts out this time." the referee said laconically, turning to young Nerva. By this time Perseus eye's were bulging and glazing over, and his huge, heavy testicles were pulling up to his blond hairy crotch. "Oh FUCK ! -This is - is fuckin' - IT !", Perseus groaned. Seeing the big naked boxer writhe up in an orgasmic spasm, the crowd started to cheer. There was a brief delay between Perseus' orgasm starting and his ejaculation, and he looked round to Nerva, as if he were not sure what was happening. Then the first long string of ejaculate shot from Perseus' penis, barely missing one of the arena-slaves. Perseus then proceeded to pump spurt after spurt of thick, creamy semen over the sand, not realizing yet that this was the last ever ejaculation he would squirt from his penis, (there would be another one, but it would be a bit strange). As soon as Perseus has finished ejaculating, an arena-slave re-tied his free arm. At the same time another slave went round behind him with the baton. "No ! Please ! Don't shove that - ", the next two words came out at a much higher pitch, - "up me - again !", because the baton had been rammed back into his rectum. Because Perseus had just ejaculated, his penis was beginning to go soft and limp, but as soon as the baton was rammed up into his rectum, he started to get erect again, and he was left tied between the two posts, standing upright, with his huge, stiff 'member' poking up at about forty-five degrees, and dribbling a long string of semen. The referee then told one of the arena-slaves to hand Nerva a big, heavy wooden club. He then turned to young Nerva. "Right, Nerva ! - He punched you a couple of times in the groin, so now it's your turn ! You can use the club on his groin a many times as you like - it doesn't matter how much you injure him, as you're going to 'finish' him off at the end anyway." Nerva smiled and took the club. "No ! Please ! You can't do this !", Perseus screamed, as Nerva prepared to club him in the groin. Nerva, remembering the vicious attack by Perseus on his testicles, ignored his helpless opponent's pleas, and brought the club up right between Perseus' legs as the crowd roared. "CUNT !", Perseus squealed horribly, his cry rising above the crowd's roar, as his unprotected testicles were crushed.
The poor naked boxer instantly brought his knees together as he writhed in agony between the stakes. Immediately an arena-slave kicked Perseus' knees apart and, at the same time, encouraged Nerva to continue the beating. "Cunt ! You fucked up my fuckin' bollocks !", Perseus screamed as Nerva weighed in with another vicious blow. After that Perseus just shrieked, unable to scream anything coherently, as Nerva continued to beat his crotch until, unable to take any more punishment, the poor naked boxer sunk down between the two posts. Nerva then turned to the crowd, raising his still gloved hands in a sign of triumph. An arena-slave then cut the cords holding Perseus to the posts. The groaning naked boxer then slowly sunk to his knees. "Shit ! Its gone right up me !", Perseus groaned as he went down, causing the baton in his anus to hit the sand and get rammed further up into his guts. Meanwhile his huge erection collapsed, leaving his penis looking like a large, swollen, wrinkled sausage. The arena-slaves then dragged the groaning boxer to the centre of the arena, laying him out on the sand, on his back, with his legs spread, and with the huge, wooden dildo poking obscenely from his exposed, stretched anus. One of the arena-slaves then started to play with the baton, wiggling and twisting it, and then pumping it in and out a few times. "No don't fuckin' push it in ! It's right up my fuckin' guts ! Please !", Perseus pleaded, as the slave 'played' with the baton. Surprisingly, 'pumping' Perseus' anus had the very effect that they were hoping for, and the big, groaning boxer started to get an erection yet again, despite the beating that his naked testicles had just taken. Of course poor Perseus didn't get as erect as he had been earlier, but his penis swelled and lengthened almost to it's previous twenty or more centimeters, but the huge column of twitching tumescent meat was unable to rise up off Perseus' heaving, sweaty belly.
Nerva was then handed a spear, while the arena-slaves held Perseus wrists and ankles. "Right ! The crowd are getting tired of this now so we'd better finish him off ! So first emasculate him, - you know, balls and then cock, - but do it slowly, - the crowd like that !". Perseus, of course, heard this, and reacted instantly. "No please ! Not my fuckin 'privates' !", Perseus groaned, looking up pathetically at the referee and young Nerva. "Don't castrate me !". "What's it fuckin matter !", Nerva retorted. "There's only some mangled pulp in your fat, swollen 'ball-bag' now, you stupid cunt ! Your already a fuckin' eunuch - it just a matter of finishing the job - and then 'finishing' you ! Perseus looked down towards his battered groin, with it's golden pubic hair glistening in the morning sun, and his huge semi-erect penis lying lazily on his well-muscled, sweaty belly. He then looked up at the referee and Nerva. He looked like he was going to start crying - but then he started babbling incoherently. "No ! No ! Please ! Please Nerva ! No ! Not my fuckin' 'bits' ! Not me with no fuckin' bollocks ! They're all I got - that an' my cock ! Don't take my balls – please !". While this was going on the crowd were calling for Perseus to get his 'nuts' chopped off. “Less talk ! Cut the big cunt's balls off !” - “Slice 'is fuckin' bollocks off !” - “Castrate the fuckin' wanker !”, were some of the ribald calls coming from the crowd. Then, when Perseus finally realized that Nerva, the crowd, the referee, and everyone else in the arena were intent on his being emasculated, Perseus completely lost his nerve and struggled to get up, but the muscles in his legs and his belly were useless, and any way he was firmly held by the arena-slaves, so he simply wriggled obscenely on the sand, desperately trying to avoid being gelded by his unrelenting opponent. Nerva, however, wasn't going to 'un-man' Perseus straight away. First, - now that he had been given a spear, - he was going to further disable his unfortunate opponent, and to this end Nerva raised the spear above Perseus' belly. "No ! Not in my fuckin' guts !", Perseus whimpered as he wriggled and squirmed on the sand. Nerva then, almost playfully, brought the tip of the spear to within an inch of Perseus heavily ridged, 'washboard abs'. Instantly, Perseus pulled in his muscular belly, and equally instantly Nerva lowered the spear so that it was just touching Perseus' abdomen. "No ! Please !", Perseus pleaded, as he desperately tried to hold in his belly. Of course Perseus could only hold in his belly, which was by then nearly touching his spine, for a few moments. Forced to breath in, his abdomen expanded and the razor-sharp spear tip slowly pierced his sweaty skin. Perseus then bore down on the spear, and the whole of the blade disappeared inside Perseus belly, piercing the naked boxer's bladder. Immediately bloody urine sprayed from his defiantly stiff, waving penis. "Oh shit ! No !", Perseus squeaked, as he looked with protruding, staring eyes at the fountain of red liquid squirting from the huge, shiny dark 'head' of his frantically jerking 'member'. Then Perseus, while he was still urinating, and in an apparently in a final bid to save himself, Perseus reached up and grabbed Nerva by the scrotum. The young lad kept his nerve, however, and instead of trying to pull free, and possibly injuring himself, he waited to see what Perseus would do, relying on the fact that his badly injured opponent had
very little strength, or will-power left, at that point. Because Perseus was so weak, and was practically a eunuch already, after having had his testicles beaten to a pulp, instead of trying to rip off Nerva's scrotum, Perseus just held on to Nerva's testicles - almost fondled them - as the spear came down again, - this time piercing his bulging, shaved scrotum. The spear went straight through the smooth, pink skin, straight through the wrinkled 'seam', and between the mangled testicles rather than through them. The baton, which was poking out of Perseus' anus, immediately jerked up as his anal sphincter, in response to his scrotum being skewered, tightened up. "Shit ! My fuckin ball-bag !", Perseus moaned, as he instantly lay rigidly still, skewered by his scrotum to the sand and terrified to move an inch in case he accidentally castrated himself.. Having skewered his naked opponent's scrotum, Nerva then found it quite difficult to castrated Perseus with a spear. Having got the spear between Perseus' testicles, Nerva then prodded around, feeling for the cords and muscles which attached Perseus' testes to his groin. This was also quite difficult as the beating that Nerva had given to Perseus' groin a little earlier had practically pulverized the poor fighter's testicles, although his spermatozoa cords, and blood vessels were still intact, as far as Nerva could tell. These Nerva deftly sliced, eliciting a grunted "Cunt! " from Perseus. Perseus' mangled testicles, at that point were loose in his shaved, pink scrotum, and he was effectively castrated, and therefore a eunuch - although the stupid boxer didn't seem to realize that he had been neutered. Equally the crowd, could not see clearly that sexy Perseus had been neutered, unlike Nerva, the referee and the arena-slaves, who could see that the vestiges of Perseus' heavy but mangled testicles were now loose inside his 'pouch', and their weight was dragging down his drooping scrotum. That, however, was not enough for the crowd. They wanted to see Perseus' testicles, or his bulky scrotum, still containing what was left of his testes, sliced off, and ostentatiously lying on the sand - quite separate from the big boxer who had once owned them ! Nerva, however, was quite happy to oblige the crowd, who were calling out with cries of 'Cut the cunt's bollocks off !', - 'Castrate the fuckin' tosser !', - 'Chop the fucker's nuts off !', and the like. Perseus could obviously hear all those comments, and in addition, didn't seem to realize that he had actually been already, technically, castrated. In actual fact, he probably had very little sensation of pain in his testicles and scrotum after the beating he had received earlier from Nerva, which is why he had shown very little reaction, much to the crowd's disappointment, when his cords had been cut. "No ! Not my fuckin 'nuts' ! Please !", Perseus, who was still holding Nerva's balls, begged plaintively. "Stop bein' fuckin' stupid !", Nerva retorted. "You're already a fuckin' eunuch, - I cut your cords already - so choppin' 'em off makes no fuckin' difference !" Perseus stared wide-eyed at Perseus. "Fuck ! I'm a fuckin' eunuch !", he moaned, looking down to where his testicles, lying between his outstretched legs, and to one side of the baton still poking out of his anus, were scraping the sand in his horribly distended scrotum. "My fuckin' bollocks are fucked, then ?", Perseus asked, gazing up at Nerva like a stupid little boy. Nerva couldn't be bothered with any more chat, however, and the crowd were getting restless, so he brought the spear blade down beside Perseus' left thigh, (as he lay on his back on the sand), and twisting it round sharply, he brought it across, cutting right through the root of Perseus' pink, shaved scrotum. Perseus' hips bucked, more because his upper thighs had been nicked in the process, rather than from the pain of loosing his manhood. "Oh shit ! You've cut em' off ! You've really cut 'em off ! You've cut my fuckin' bollocks off !", Perseus moaned, rather pointlessly, to no one in particular, as he wriggled pathetically on the sand, trying to look at his mutilated groin. "Yeh ! Satisfied ?", Nerva asked, half in jest and half petulantly, bending over his prostrate and castrated opponent - "Now your really are a fuckin' eunuch - an' now you fuckin' look like one as well !". Nerva then grabbed hold of Perseus right arm, the hand of which still had hold of his testicles. "An' perhaps you'd like to let go of my fuckin' bollocks. You ain't go the strength any more to pull 'em off, and now you can't start to get sexy with me, 'cause you got no fuckin' balls !". And Nerva was right. Perseus was losing blood quite fast, from the wound in his belly and the new wound in his groin. He was also right about the fact that Perseus had no testes, but the naked fighter, amazingly, still had a prominent erection. This however was probably not from his libido, but because the blood vessels had been blocked by swelling caused by the bruising to his groin. Perseus, reluctantly let go of his young opponent's scrotum, and immediately an arena-slave grabbed hold of the arm, to ensure that Perseus didn't try to resist any further mutilations, or the final stroke that would kill him. Perseus, of course, would have to be killed because he was slowly bleeding to death, and anyway a castrated boxer was no use to Grachus - he couldn't even be used as a 'bum-boy' because the baton in his rectum had ripped his anus, and fatally mangled his guts, and anyway he was not pretty or young enough to be what was called in arena slang, 'prick-fodder' ! Now contrary to what you may read in other accounts, (more often fantasies, rather than real accounts), while the Romans were able to 'patch up' wounded fighters, usually by cauterizing the damaged or cut blood vessels, this was in most cases unsuccessful, as dirty weapons, loincloths, armour and sand contaminated with blood faeces, semen, and internal organs and secretions, usually infected the wounds, and most fighters who were treated thus
usually died of shock or septicaemia. Usually it was easier, and cheaper, to take the easiest, and with the crowd, the most popular way out, and have the wounded fighter spectacularly killed at the end of the fight - after all the kind of slaves who fought in the arena were 'two a penny'. Regardless, Perseus had had a good run for his money. He had almost beaten Nerva, got to have three orgasms, got himself buggered, (which he probably really enjoyed), and got himself castrated without even realizing what had happened to him, (he wasn't very bright anyway). "Right ! Cut off his penis - let him squirm for a while for the crowd - and then 'finish' him !", the referee told Nerva dryly. Nerva was then given a curved knife by one of the arena-slaves. At the thought of completely castrating Perseus, Nerva started to get another erection as he approached his struggling opponent. Perseus, however, was held down by the arena-slaves, and anyway he now had very little energy left to resist. "Oh no ! Not my penis as well !", Perseus moaned, looking at his huge 'tool', which was lying, twitching on his bloodstained, heaving belly. "You won't need no cock now if you got no fuckin' bollocks !", Nerva quipped nonchalantly, trying to make it all seem normal. "Shit ! No !", Perseus pleaded, squirming, "Don't cut it off ! Don't cut my fuckin' prick off - 'cause it's still fuckin' 'hard' - 'an I'll fuckin' bleed to death if you fuckin' cut it !". Nerva, of course, couldn't care less, as he was going to 'finish' Perseus as soon as he had amputated his helpless opponent's huge, twitching 'member', and to that end he went down on one knee and grabbed hold of the huge, still stiff 'tool'. With cries from the crowd of 'Chop off his 'donkey-dick'!', and 'Slice his fuckin' dick like a fuckin salami !', Nerva first gave Perseus' big penis a few tugs and strokes, just to pump it up a bit harder so that the crowd could get a real thrill by seeing a fully erect 'member' being sliced off. Perseus instantly went wide-eyed. "Yeh ! Toss me off ! Please !", he groaned to Nerva, "I wanna fuckin' cum just one last time !". Perseus was obviously going a bit hysterical, but men in the arena often got obscenely 'aroused' just before they were mutilated or killed, even after, (like Perseus), they had lost their testicles. "No fuckin' way I' gonna toss you off, you stupid cunt !", Nerva retorted, and he started to slice through the huge, veined column of Perseus' phallus. Immediately Perseus buttocks lifted off the sand, and the baton poking out of his stretched but still puckered anus started jerking up and down as spasms of pain ran from the root of Perseus' penis, down his twitching and bulging perineum, to his anal sphincter, which then clenched and unclenched on the wooden baton in repeated spasms. "Do it quick !", Perseus shrieked at Nerva "Don't fuckin' 'saw' it - I can't take the fuckin' pain !". When Nerva was halfway through Perseus' obscenely thick penis, the shrieking fighter's hips were pushed right up, Perseus would have said 'gladius' rather "No ! NO ! - Please !", Perseus shrieked, "Not my fuckin' prick ! than 'prick' – meaning sword, a slang word Please !", Perseus begged, as he balanced precariously on his for the penis shoulder-blades and his hips. "CU-NT !", Perseus then squealed, as Nerva finally pulled the wobbling penis from the trembling fighter's golden, hairy groin which then, predictably, started to gush blood. As Nerva started to get to his feet, holding his prized trophy, the baton in Perseus' anus started jerking even more violently. It seemed that the shrieking fighter's anal sphincter was going crazy, - and this was because he was actually ejaculating, and squirting a huge rope of semen from the bloody stump where his penis had been. This squirt of ejaculate then travelled in an arc, and landed on the rapidly jerking baton poking out of Perseus anus. "Oh shit !", Perseus groaned, as the crowd cheered and laughed as the naked, completely castrated boxer 'danced' on his shoulders and heels, pumping out repeated ropes of semen in his final - last ever – orgasm. Of course many of the crowd thought that a castrated man or boy couldn't ejaculate, not realizing that if it had been done recently, the eunuch could produce semen from his seminal vesicle, although it would contain no seed (sperm). And this is what poor Perseus did, - shooting endless blanks onto the sand from his severed urethra. Even so it was an unusual sight to see a naked man squirting semen from his hairy, bleeding groin, and Nerva, who was still holding Perseus' severed penis, and the Referee simply looked on amazed.
"Finish him now - while he still having his orgasm - the crowd will like it !", the referee said quickly, handing Nerva back his spear. Nerva straight away threw Perseus' useless severed phallus down onto the sand and, grabbing the spear, went over to where Perseus was grunting obscenely; jerking his hips, and jerking the big baton in his twitching anus, as he violently squirted out the last of his useless seminal fluid from the urethral opening in the bloody stump of his hairy groin. "Cunt ! Cunt ! Cunt !", Perseus grunted, with each spurt that shot from his mutilated, hairy groin.
The poor, naked and totally emasculated boxer was so engrossed in his fourth final, very intense and rather strange orgasm that he hadn't heard the referee ordering his killing and, before he even knew what was happening, Nerva speared him in the neck, instantly severing the naked, squirming eunuch's wind-pipe. The last thing that Perseus had ever said was 'Cunt !' as he was 'cumming'.- and it was a word that rather well summed up the big blond fighter. All he could do then, after his neck was speared, was gurgle, as blood frothed out of his mouth and nose. Despite that he remained on his shoulders and heels, still dribbling out the last of his semen from his bloody groin, as he slowly started to drown in his own blood. The arena slaves had released him, and one of Perseus' trembling hands dug deep into the thick, golden curls of his thick clump of pubic hair, possibly searching uselessly for his severed 'sex-parts', while the other had jerked up spasmodically to his neck, as it tried to stem the flow of blood from his slashed wind-pipe. For a few minutes poor Perseus squirmed frantically and pathetically in his final agony, his eyes bulging and staring wildly at Nerva and the referee, as he tried to impotently to scream, and maybe spit out some final words (probably just 'Cunt !" knowing Perseus), or less likely, maybe a cry for help. While the dying, sexless, stark-naked boxer writhed obscenely, the crowd cheered and applauded, and Nerva, the referee and the arena-slaves looked on - Nerva obviously satisfied to see his cheating opponent dying in such obvious and humiliating agony. Utterly naked Perseus was doomed to slowly asphyxiate and, gurgling horribly, he wriggled repulsively on the sand, with the huge baton waving up and down as it poked out of his obscenely twitching anus. Finally poor Perseus dropped back onto the sand, with his big muscular buttocks squelching onto the pool of semen that he had just ejaculated. As the lifeless, naked and mutilated body came to rest, the thick wooden baton flopped downwards, as Perseus' once tight anus gaped open obscenely and noisily dribbled a stinking pool of dark excrement onto the sand. In some ways Gracchus was disappointed that Perseus had 'pushed his luck' with the referee in his attempt to defeat young Nerva. Perseus had been one of Gracchus' favourite boxers, as the big blond 'brute' was a favourite with the crowd. However, the fickle crowd had quickly turned against its favourite, and once the referee had decided in favour of Nerva, the spectators were only to happy to see big Perseus shockingly humiliated, and eventually castrated and killed.
Realizing that big blond Perseus was finally dead, although the big, muscular, naked corpse was still twitching, belching and farting, the crowd then cheered Nerva as the victor. Mean while the arena slaves trussed up Perseus' impaled, castrated, naked, and bloody corpse. The severed, shaved scrotum, containing the dead boxer's loose and pulped testicles, was hung round the neck of the limp, sagging corpse, and the still swollen and huge penis was shoved into the corpse's gaping mouth. Finally , the corpse of the mutilated eunuch that had been Perseus - the big, blond, sexy and massively 'well-endowed' boxer - was hung from the arena-wall, and only cut down and butchered for food for the arena animals at the end of the Day at the Games. Nerva was given Perseus' severed penis and pulped testicles as a trophy of the fight by Grachus. Later that night at Grachus' villa, Nerva, as one of the victors of the arena, was required to put on a private 'performance' for Grachus' friends, during which he buggered a number of little slave boys, some of whom also fellated him, - as Nerva was Grachus' favourite - at least for that week. Meanwhile, Perseus' severed penis ended up, shrivelled and blackened, in the rubbish heap. Perseus' bulky, shaved scrotum, however, had the mangled remains of the testicles scooped out, and was washed and tanned and lined with red velvet, and neatly sewn into an elegant money purse, which Nerva used regularly for the remaining days of his short life – because Nerva, too, ended up, a few months later, mutilated and dead, and hanging naked from the arena wall. So, with the boxing contests having come to an end, the crowd settled back as the naked wrestlers entered the arena and started to pose prior to pairing up for their fights.
© copyright Paul Lawrence 2009
Roman attitudes to sexuality, violence and morality in the 1st Century were very different to those generally accepted in the 21st Century. This account of a number of gladiatorial fights in a private Roman Arena attempts to be as historically accurate as possible. With regard to the images, settings, costumes – or lack of them – 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 fights, but the dialogue of the main characters, (Calvius, Hastus the referee etc.) 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.
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Calvius the Gladiator Marcus & Calvius Ephebus & Felix Ephebus & Calvius Calvius & Hastus
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A DAY AT THE GAMES CALVIUS THE GLADIATOR
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 gladiator called Calvius The rather coarse, uncouth individual that formed the bulk of the crowd that patronised Gracchus' private Arena always 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 a very popular gladiator. 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 young man trained up as a gladiator, and Calvius' forte became the defeating and 'dismantling' of cute young 'boy-gladiators'. Gracchus had a plentiful supply of these attractive young lads – mainly runaways and orphans trawled from the city streets by Gracchus' 'eagleeyed' agents – and after a minimum of training they were sent into the arena to be defeated by Calvius, who would then rape and mutilate them, before 'finishing them off' in some predictably appalling way. The years went by, and Calvius, who was very 'well-endowed', could always 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 slang for penis. Because of this, when Calvius appeared, they could always be assured of a good fight, followed by the spectacle of a squealing young boy impaled on Calvius huge penis, and then the same boy, who was by then a eunuch, being the subject of one of Calvius' spectacular kills. CALVIUS & THE 'BOY-GLADIATORS On this particular day Calvius was to fight three 'boy-gladiators'; 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 swordplay, he was to be sent out into the arena, and would almost certainly be killed. For Gracchus this was in fact highly profitable. Marcus, although legally indeterminate in status – he may have been a slave, possibly a runaway, or he may Felix & Marcus have been 'free-born' but an orphan - was viewed as a slave, boy-gladiators 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 Marcus the popularity of Grachus' arena, and bring him considerable profit. boy-gladiator 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. CALVIUS & MARCUS The crowd had already begun the day by watching two boxing matches which had ended with two spectacular kills : young Lysus and Perseus. These two fights had been followed by the 'boy-wrestlers', featuring the 'star' youngster, Cassius.
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 belly. Shit ! My stomach !”, 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. The boy, despite being speared, was for some reason highly aroused, and 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 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 centimeters, 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, Calvius pulled down the front of his red loincloth, releasing his already erect penis. “Oh no ! Don't stick that up my bottom !”, Marcus wailed, as the crowd cheered. “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 been penetrated by his equally young friends previously, was far too small to take the huge bulk of Calvius' penis, and 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 !”, 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 raped, Marcus had a very strong erection. “Right, you horny little tosser, - lets see you fuckin' wank !”, Calvius ordered. Poor Marcus said nothing, realising that he didn't have any option. Looking down at his stiff, jerking penis, he 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. “Oh shit, yes !”, Marcus finally groaned, as he forcefully ejaculated over the sound, 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'. 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. 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 arenaslaves, 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 sated 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 simple 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. “Shit ! My balls 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), and it was to be his final word. 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 !”, Felix then grunted for a second time; gave out a long, loud fart, 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 'boy-friend' in the gladiatorial school, and Calvius was soon relieving himself as he thrust his huge 'member' into the young lad. What neither the boy, nor Calvius realised, however, was that this was the last time that the young Gaul would have to take Calvius' vigorous thrustings as, later in the afternoon, Calvius' huge genitals would be lying on the sanded floor of the arena, and Calvius himself would be raised high on a massive impaling stake. That was to come, 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 'caché-sex', (gstring), 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 armguards 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, whether he would rape his one-time 'boy-friend', or simply kill Felix and then leave the arena. If Felix 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 Gstring with a sizeable bulge, while Felix's unusually thick penis had raised itself, and lengthened considerably 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. 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 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 cock 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 cock 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 'lowslung' 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. "Cunt ! My fuckin ball-bag !", Felix moaned, using language of a degree of obscenity that was unusual for him, as his scrotum was stretched horribly,. Watcha fuckin' doin' ?". At the other end, where his 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 !", “Rip '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, while Ephebus 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 saw through the skin of his 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 ejaculation, seen, however, by only half the crowd, was the last that poor Felix would ever have. At this point 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. Stupidly, Felix thanked Ephebus, 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 looking in 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. "Finish the job !" - “Cut the fuckin' eunuch's prick off !". Felix, ignoring the crowd, looked intently at his severed testicles. "Why did you cut my fuckin' bollocks off ? 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, 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 off the sand as it dribbled out the last of the young lad's semen. "Oh no ! Not my penis 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 the last vestige of his 'boy-hood' which was now no longer part of him. The poor boy then twisted round, 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 cunt ! - Why did you do it ! You're supposed to be my friend !” Felix sobbed, holding up his severed penis to his obviously aroused friend. 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. “Cunt ! Not up my 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 as the baton went right up into his guts. Poor Felix, by then fatally impaled, 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. When Ephebus had castrated the young lad, he had handed Felix the severed testicles and penis, which Felix now held on to tightly, as he went through his last, obscene convulsions on the sand. FELIX IS FINISHED OFF Finally, Ephebus lifted his writhing opponent off the sand, turned him over, and dropped the young lad onto his belly. As 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. "Cunt ! Cunt ! Cunt ! 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 and gurgled horribly 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 arena-wall ! 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 corpse. 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 dead friend with a wooden baton was not being appreciated, he sheepishly stopped, and left the arena, having rather spoiled his moment of glory. Little did the handsome, sexy young lad realize then that he would soon be hanging naked in exactly the same way, - but minus his head, which would be lying on the sand beneath the feet of his own mutilated, naked corpse ! CALVIUS & EPHEBUS In the gladiatorial fights young Ephebus had defeated Felix, and Calvius had defeated Marcus. The naked, emasculated bodies of the two dead boys had been dragged away and hung from the arena-wall. Grachus, of course, wanted to be rid of not just Felix, but also Ephebus, and because Ephebus had turned out to be quite a good fighter, Grachus chose a much older and more experienced fighter, Calvius, to make sure that Ephebus was 'finished-off' that afternoon. For this fight Calvius had put on stout leather cross-belts and a small, leather breast-plate to give himself added protection, as
he had already seen young Ephebus quickly and swiftly defeat the boy Felix, and he probably didn't want to take any chances, even although the odds were massively stacked against Ephebus. Ephebus had also put on leather cross-belts, although he still only wore his tiny 'cachè-sex', 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 arena-wall so that the wounded boy couldn't retrieve them later in the fight, the crowd cheered once again as Calvius unbuckled his belt, letting his loincloth slip down onto the sand, revealing his huge, stiff penis, well-filled, hairy scrotum, and superb, muscular buttocks. Without bothering to strip young Ephebus, whose backside was exposed anyway, Calvius pushed the moaning boy forwards, and guided his huge, thick 'tool' past the thin cord running between Ephebus' buttocks, and up against the young lad's tight little puckered anus. "No ! Please !", Ephebus cried, as he foolishly and pointlessly tried to hold his anal 'ring' tightly closed, denying big Calvius the right to penetrate him. "Come on, you stupid cunt ! - Open up !", Calvius grunted, as he started to push against the boy's tight little 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. "Cunt !", Ephebus groaned, as his 'ring' was slowly spread open, and the huge, exposed knob of Calvius' 'tool' slowly forced its way into the squirming boy, ripping Ephebus' anus open in the process. Finally the 'head' of Calvius' penis disappeared inside the poor boy, and immediately Ephebus squealed as he was fully penetrated by the massive bulk of Calvius' truly enormous penis. Calvius then began thrusting, with Ephebus groaning and squirming beneath him. Eventually, after a long, brutal rape, Calvius approached his climax. As his huge, hairy, swinging 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 ! The crowd 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 arenaslaves 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, semen-drenched 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 be fully erect, as a fighter mutilated with a full-blown erection always pleased the crowd. In Ephebus' case this was hardly necessary, however, as the young lad seemed to be permanently 'aroused' ! Once Ephebus had the baton right up inside him, Calvius released him, and
Ephebus staggered over to the 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 pulled the squirming boy to his feet by his tousled mop of thick, black hair. Then, while Ephebus was still groaning, as he pumped out his 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 hairy groin and fell to the sand. "Now you know what it felt like for young Felix !", Calvius said, laconically, looking straight at young Ephebus' face, which was now no longer boyish and handsome, but contorted in agony as he grabbed at 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 cock and big balls - now you got nothing between your legs!", Calvius told Ephebus, as he let go of Ephebus hair, and the naked, completely castrated young lad flopped down onto the sand, groaning and sobbing, (the men always screamed, groaned and swore, but the young boys nearly always squealed, sobbed and cried when they had their genitals cut off). 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 ! Don't... !", but then Calvius' sword sliced through his neck. Immediately the naked boy's grimacing head fell to one side, and landed with a thud on the sand, to the deafening roar of the crowd. Meanwhile, Ephebus' headless naked corpse, with the baton still rammed its anus, sat upright on the sand. One hand was clutching at its mutilated groin, while the other hand jerked up and waved uncontrollably, as if trying to stop the pumping fountain of blood spraying from the neck. After a few moments 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 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.
CALVIUS & HASTUS
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 armguards, 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 spearman 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. "Cunt !", 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'. 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 buttock-crack. "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 arena-slaves, - 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 arena-slaves. 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. 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 The filming of Calvius Hastus then bore down on the baton forcing it deep into Calvius. being impaled “Cunt ! 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 brutally raped him. “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, 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.
“Cunt ! 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 'penishead', 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 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 penis', the other got behind the naked fighter and fucked 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 cunt !", 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 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 big, pink penis slowly lengthened and swelled up as it became fully tumescent. Finally, the slaves left Calvius totally naked on the sand, with his anus impaled with the baton, and his 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 and 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 arenaslaves on as they took it in turns to masturbate the helpless, naked gladiator. Calvius had already ejaculated six times that afternoon. 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. “Cunt ! 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 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. 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. “Cunt !”, 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 slip-knot 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 cunt ! 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. “Cunts ! I got no fuckin bollocks ! I got no penis !”, Calvius squealed over and over again, in agony as he realised that he was totally emasculated. While he was still writhing, and screaming about his 'bollocks' and his 'prick', which were lying on the sand by his feet, 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, “Cunt ! No ! My fuckin' guts !”, Calvius squealed as 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. “Cunt ! 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. 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. Later, of course, 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 'anus', 'penis', 'testicles' and 'guts'. 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 unsexed 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 one deft stroke 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 the naked, sweaty body, which was still alive for a few moments, jerked convulsively on the stake. Then the flow of blood subsided, as Calvius' heart stopped beating, and the blood-drenched corpse slowly went 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 '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 corpse was butchered, and the parts were sent to the public arena to be fed to the arena animals. Calvius' severed head was sent to the gladiatorial school, where it was displayed on a stake in the training area. Calvius' 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 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, 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. 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 cloth and fitted with a draw-string to become a money purse, which 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. His severed 'parts', though, did not receive such an honourable end as Calvius, and were simply sent to the spoilarium with his naked, emasculated corpse to make part of a hurried meal for some hungry arena animals.
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