INTRODUCTION

It was a fine Summer’s afternoon in Grachus’ ‘Private Arena’.

After watching the boxing and wrestling in the morning, and the public executions in the middle of the day, the crowd had now settled down to watch the gladiatorial performances.

The first two fights had been between some young newcomers, and the crowd had been generous, allowing the defeated young gladiators to leave the arena alive, to fight another day.

Now there was to be a display by Burro, a well known and popular older gladiator, who had only been defeated a couple of times in his younger days, and had a reputation as and implacable and sadistic fighter.

Grachus had gathered together a number of men who had been condemned to fight in the arena. These men had little or no experience of gladiatorial fighting, having received no training, and their appearance in the arena was just a way of having them executed - but in such a way that it would provide some diversion and amusement to the bloodthirsty crowd.

FIRST FIGHT

The first fighter to enter the arena and face Burro was a young man of about twenty-five. He was short and stocky - quite well muscled - with a hairy chest and belly, and very hairy legs, which the slight layer of olive oil on his skin only accentuated. He wore a traditional style, white loincloth, which fully covered his muscular buttocks, and had a loosely hanging pouch at the front, which clearly showed his 'privates' swinging from side to side as he strode into the arena. He fought with bare feet, and had heavy leather armour covering his chest, along with arm-guards on his forearms and greaves on his calves.

Burro was kitted out in the same way, but being a professional gladiator, his body was shaved, except for his crotch.

Both fighters were armed with a short sword and a small circular shield.

After some nervous sparring, in which it was obvious that the condemned man was doing everything in his power to keep well away from Burro, Eventually Burro got tired of all the 'dancing around' in the arena, and 'weighed in', clashing swords and shields with his unwilling opponent. Burro’s opponent staggered back, and as he did so, Burro kicked him heavily in the groin. "Shit ! My fuckin bollocks !", the young man moaned, as a cheer went up from the crowd, the stupid fighter dropped his sword and shield as he brought both hands up to clutch at his crushed balls. With Burro standing over him, the poor, groaning young man sank to his knees. Immediately Burro went behind his incapacitated opponent. Dropping his shield, Burro then ripped off the helpless man’s helmet.

"No ! Please !", the young man shrieked, realising what was about to happen, but his 'please' was cut short as Burro's sword sliced through his neck.

Instantly the groaning man’s head separated from his body and tumbled onto the sand as the crowd roared with approval.

For a few seconds the young man’s headless body remained kneeling on the sand, as his jerking hands came up to his neck and flapped about, as if to try and staunch the blood in a reflex action, while his well defined belly muscles flexed, and his hips bucked obscenely. The body, now gushing blood from its severed neck, then toppled forwards onto the sand.

With the crowd still cheering, Burro stood over the decapitated corpse. As he stood there, accepting the applause of the crowd, the dead young man's muscular buttocks flexed and the corpse farted loudly as its anal sphincter opened. Then a dirty, dark brown stain spread over the part of the young man’s loincloth that was covering his twitching, muscular buttocks, as the anal muscles of the corpse relaxed further, allowing the dead man's very full bowels to empty, and fill his loincloth with steaming, stinking excrement. At the same time a spreading patch of wet sand appeared between the corpse’ outstretched, hairy legs as his equally full bladder emptied.

The arena slave then came over to dispose of the freshly killed corpse. One slave picked up the severed head and shown it to the crowd. The young man's eyes were still staring wildly, and his mouth was open and horribly contorted, as he had screamed his final ' No ! Please !', when his head was sliced off. The head, with dark bloodstains dribbling from the nose and mouth, was then rammed onto a sharpened wooden stake set into the arena sand.

At the same time, two other slaves were turning the headless corpse over onto its back, which produced some further, noisy farts. One of the slaves then ripped off the fouled loincloth, to reveal the young man's large, semi-erect penis, and his bulky, hairy testicles, all of which, along with his upper thighs and hairy crotch, were smeared with foul smelling excrement. The disgustingly fouled loincloth was immediately flung into one of the burning braziers, nearby, and the headless, and now 'bollock-naked', soiled, headless corpse was dragged from the arena by its legs, leaving a long trail of excrement and blood, which was quickly cleared up with shovels and rakes by other slaves.

The soiled and bloody corpse was finally dragged to the ‘Spoilarium’, where the body would be stripped naked. Later the naked corpse would be loaded onto a cart, and taken to the ‘Public Arena’, where it would be butchered and fed to the arena animals. The young man’s head, however, would be taken back to the ‘Gladiatorial School’, and impaled on a spike, as a warning to the trainees of their possible fate if they did not train hard enough.

Satisfied with his first kill, Burro moved to the centre of the arena to await the entrance of his second opponent.

SECOND FIGHT

The second fighter to face Burro was a little younger - eighteen or nineteen. He was blond, slim and well muscled, with practically no body-hair. He fought bare foot, and wore just a waist belt and a small white loincloth. Across his muscular chest he wore two wide leather belts, which really offered little protection, and had no helmet. He was armed with just a short spear, and having no shield, he stood little chance against the well-armed Burro.

Burro, however, much to the surprise of the crowd, and Burro's opponent, threw down his shield, and prepared to fight the youngster with just his sword, confident that he could beat the boy easily.

The fight started in very much the same way as the previous fight, with Burro's young opponent dodging round the arena, trying to get away from his sadistic opponent.

To please the crowd, Burro chased after the agile lad, and indulged in some ‘swordplay’ so that the fight wouldn't end too quickly.

When the crowd had seen enough, Burro went in for the kill.

"Shit ! No !", the young lad screamed, as Burro grabbed the boy’s spear with his free hand, and sliced down with his sword. The skilful stroke sliced easily through the upper part of the boy’s right arm, severing his bicep, cutting straight through the bone, and completely severing the lower part of the screaming lad’s arm. "Cunt ! My fuckin' arm !", the young boy’s screamed as his handsome, boyish face contorted horribly, and staggered back, with blood rhythmically squirting from his mutilated stump.

"Fuck ! You've chopped my fukin' arm off, you cunt !", the mutilated boy moaned, while the crowd laughed and cheered.

The boy then slowly slumped to his knees, groaning and staring wildly at his severed right arm, which was still feebly twitching as it lay on the sand. As screaming young lad knelt in the centre of the arena, with his mutilated, bleeding stump waving up and down uncontrollably, and piss dribbling from the now almost transparent pouch of his loincloth, Burro stood over him, taking in the applause of the crowd. "Fuck no !", the boy grunted, as Burro then grabbed the him by his thick mop of blond hair, and pulled him over, so that he landed on his back on the sand.

The boy was now completely helpless, and pleading for mercy.

"Please don't kill me ! Mercy, for fuck sake ! I don't wanna die !", the squirming boy whimpered, but it was now just a matter of ‘finishing him off’.

Instead of just cutting the boy’s throat, or chopping his head off, Burro stood over the boy and kicked his legs apart. Then, with the crowd still cheering, Burro stabbed the helpless, mutilated boy in the groin. Instantly the boy sat up, squealing, bringing his knees together in a reflex action. ‘Cunt ! My fuckin’ bollocks !’, the boy groaned and, using his one remaining hand, he clutched convulsively at his groin, as a dark red stain spread across the bulging, tight little pouch of his loincloth.

The boy was now pinned to the sand by the sword between his legs, and was now very groggy from the loss of blood from his severed arm, and his groin. With his legs twitching in spasms, and his right stump still squirting blood and jerking up and down, the poor boy sat on the sand, staring at the sword impaling his groin, "Fuckin' help me !" he groaned pathetically. "My fuckin' balls are skewered !".

Finally Burro decided to humiliate the boy even further.

He bent down and pulled the sword out of the boy’s groin, causing the poor lad to fall back as his hips to rose off the sand. He then unbuckled the mutilated lad's belt, and pulled away the bloody loincloth, leaving it still attached at the back, but with the blood-stained pouch laid out on the sand between the boy's twitching legs. There, lying in the middle of the pouch, were the boy's severed genitals, with his bulky testicles still attached to his fat, semi-erect penis.

The boy, using his one remaining arm, managed to raise himself up, so that he was sitting again, and stared in disbelief and horror at his severed 'privates'. "Fuck ! those are my fuckin' sex-parts !", he groaned, much to the amusement of the crowd, as it finally dawned on him that, when he was skewered in the groin, he was in fact totally castrated. Hesitantly his remaining hand moved to his groin, and his trembling fingers explored the bloody stump that was poking out from his thick, dark-blond 'bush' of curly pubic hair, as if he was just making sure that his balls and his prick were no longer there.

For a few moments he sat and watched, as blood and piss dribbled from the twitching, bloody stump that was all that was left of his genitals.

Burro then straddled the boy’s chest, bent forward and stabbed the boy in the neck, pinning him once again to the sand !

Immediately there was a huge spurt of blood from the boy’s mouth and nose, and his hips pushed up from the sand. For a few moments, as blood pumped from his neck, the boy’s hips jerked repeatedly, as if he was having a fuck. As he squirmed obscenely, with his legs widely spread, slowly bleeding to death, his dark, puckered anus, which was surrounded by short, curly blond hairs, opened up, and he farted and dribbled shit onto the sand, while at the same time, a huge fountain of piss sprayed out of his severed urethra, and splattered over his jerking thighs.

Then he grunted 'Cunt !, presumably to Burro, and his muscular, clenched buttocks thumped back onto the shit covered sand, his legs jerked a couple of times, and he was dead.

With the cheering ringing across the arena, Burro stood over the fouled, naked corpse, accepting the adulation of the crowd.

Disdainfully, Burro then picked up the bulky, severed genitals and, opening the boy’s bloodied jaws, he stuffed the ‘sex-parts’ into the boy’s mouth, leaving the boy’s cock poking out between his swollen, blue lips !

Burro then returned to his place in the centre of the arena, waiting for his next opponent.

The arena-slaves, meanwhile had gathered up the boy's severed arm, and his spear, and dragged the mutilated lad, by his legs, from the arena.

As the naked corpse was dragged away, it left a trail of blood, excrement and urine on the sand, which was quickly cleared away by other slaves, who then spread fresh sand over the area where the boy had been killed.

THIRD FIGHT - RUFIO

The next condemned boy to fight Burro was even younger than the lad that Burro had just 'finished-off'.

This boy, called Rufio, was wearing an even smaller loincloth that the previous fighter, with a tiny, straining pouch at the front, and just a cord running up his arse-crack, between his smooth, shaved buttocks. Dark haired and very cute, young Rufio immediately got Burro 'horny', so it was obvious that the boy would probably end up being horribly 'abused' and probably buggered before he was killed.

In just a tiny pale blue loincloth, the young boy looked very vulnerable as he faced his heavily armed and protected opponent.

Rufio was armed with just a short sword, but was brave enough to get into a fight almost immediately. Perhaps he thought that by facing up to Burro immediately would give him the chance to be killed quickly and cleanly. In this, however, he was very wrong.

With the pouch of his loincloth bulging ominously, and the outline of his obscenely large, stiff 'tool' clearly visible, Burro indulged in some ‘play-fighting’ with the young lad, just to ‘amuse’ the crowd.

Eventually when the crowd had seen enough, Burro went in strongly, smacking Rufio in the jaw with the hilt of his sword. Knocked almost senseless, young Rufio dropped his sword and went down onto one knee.

'Spare me, Burro !', the terrified young lad pleaded, as the arena-slaves, realizing that Burro wanted to rape the boy before killing him, immediately moved in and grabbed young Rufio by both arms. The boy was then pulled to his feet, while Burro put down his sword and shield, and got ready to ‘amuse’ the crowd by abusing the boy.

RUFIO IS BUGGERED

'Please no ! Don't fuck me !', Rufio groaned, as Burro pulled out his enormous, heavily veined prick. Rufio was now shaking as he was held by the two burly arena-slaves, as he realized that his end was probably going to be slow and appallingly painful.

Burro then stepped up to the boy and gabbed hold of the waist-cord of the young lad’s tiny loincloth. "No ! Not my fuckin' loincloth !" Rufio pleaded, as Burro yanked the cord, and the boy’s skimpy loincloth came away in his hand. Rufio’s prick and balls flopped down, no longer supported by the tight little loincloth, and the crowd cheered as they saw how ‘well-hung’ the lad was. His prick was long and thick, his balls heavy, smooth and hairless, and he had a neat, thick black pubic ‘bush’.

Immediately the arena slaves bent the lad forward, exposing his firm muscular buttocks. At the same time, Burro grabbed hold of his own huge, erect and darkly veined prick. Hanging ominously below his big jerking 'tool' were a pair of heavy, hairy, wrinkled balls, and the base of the 'shaft' of his obscene 'tool' was surrounded by a thick, luxuriant ‘bush’ of dark pubic hair.

Fortunately for Rufio, he had been turned round by the arena-slaves, so he didn't’t get to see Burro’s massive ‘equipment’, but he heard the crowd cheer, and guessed that Burro had stripped-off.

Burro then approached the bent over young lad, and grabbed hold of Rufio’s hips. Rufio managed to groan, ‘Don’t fuck me, please !’, but he was wasting his time, and Burro immediately rammed his huge, jerking prick into the helpless boy’s arse-hole. Rufio squealed, as his tight little puckered 'ring' was forced open, and the crowd laughed and jeered as Burro then slowly penetrated the helpless groaning lad, as he slid the full length of his heavily veined shaft into the struggling boy.

Once Burro had fully penetrated his defeated opponent, he started thrusting in and out.

Rufio, who was a 'horny' young lad, not surprisingly started to get 'hard', and his heavy prick slowly lengthened and jerked up, little by little, as Burro continued thrusting. Despite the fact that he knew that he would probably be killed once Burro had 'had his way', nature was taking its course, and he was unable to prevent himself becoming horribly 'aroused', despite the fact that he was being brutally fucked in public.

Burro was also extremely 'horny', as he had a strong predilection for teenage boys, - particularly if they were slim and practically hairless, like Rufio, - and despite wanting to please the crowd with a long fuck, he was unable to hold off his orgasm. After a couple of minutes of very hard, rough thrusting, his big, jiggling balls pulled up into his very hairy crotch, and he groaned as he started to 'cum'.

Once he knew he was 'cumming', Burro pulled his cock out of the naked boy's 'hole', while still holding the boy by his hips. He then stood, with shaking legs, panting hard, as his huge cock jerked up and down as it squirted repeated ropes of thick creamy spunk over the helpless boy's back and buttocks, while the crowd cheered.

Once Burro had finished ‘cumming’, he pulled up his dangling loincloth, shoved his shrinking, but still very large cock inside, and rearranged his ‘tackle’.

Meanwhile, the arena-slaves pulled Rufio upright, and as Burro's thick creamy spunk slowly dribbled down the boy's buttocks and the backs of his thighs, the crowd could see that the young lad now had a huge, stiff prick.

RUFIO IS JERKED-OFF & CASTRATED

Now Burro called for the spear that his previous opponent had been using. While an arena-slave went to get the spear, the other two arena slave bent Rufio over once again. 'Please, Burro ! Don't finish me off with a spear up my bum-hole !', the helpless, naked boy moaned, thinking he was to be killed by having the spear tip rammed up his backside, and into his guts. Instead, however, Burro took the spear, and using the ‘butt’, (blunt end), he pushed it roughly into young Rufio’s anus. As young Rufio had already been 'opened-up' by Burro's massive prick, his anus was already slightly open, and it spread quite easily to take the thick spear butt.

Burro then fucked young Rufio with the spear butt, to get him even ‘harder’. The crowd were now enjoying every minute of the ‘show’, and the young boy, despite his grunts and groans, was getting a really massive erection, as Burro had hoped.

When Burro had got the boy as ‘hard’ as he thought he could get him, he got the arena-slaves to straighten up Rufio and turn him round. Facing the boy, Burro then gripped hold off Rufio's massively stiff cock in his firm fist, from the front, and started 'jerking him off'. The poor boy couldn't help but respond, and was soon pushing his hips forward and fucking Burro's fist. 'Grip my knob harder ! - Please ! - Make me fuckin' cum !', the 'horny' little lad grunted, forgetting the humiliation of being 'jerked-off' in public, as his young body's urgent desire for sexual 'relief' took him over.

After a minute or so, the naked boy's balls pulled up to his crotch, his legs began to tremble, and he was obviously on the verge of having an orgasm.

Rufio was gazing upwards, obviously engrossed in being 'jerked-off', and didn't notice that Burro was handed a knife with a red-hot blade by one of the arena-slaves. Moments later Rufio groaned, 'I'm fuckin' cummin' !'.

As soon as Rufio had squirted out his first gob of spunk, Burro brought hot knife up, between the boy's legs, and he deftly he sliced off naked Rufio's prick while he was still 'cumming' !

As the knife sliced through the base of his 'shaft', Rufio's whole body jerked upwards.

'Cunt ! - My fuckin' prick !', Rufio squealed, as he slumped back down, and was only prevented from collapsing on the sand by the two arena-slaves who were holding him. Burro stepped back, as the stench of burning flesh and singed pubic hair drifted across the arena. Burro was still holding Rufio's severed prick, and stood back so that the crowd could watch the castrated boy squirm. Rufio was now groaning pitifully, partly form the pain in his groin, but also because he was still 'cumming' !

Rufio continued to ‘cum’ for a few moments, but now his spunk squirted out of his severed urethra, which was poking from the still smoking stump of his prick. Moaning in agony, but still ‘cumming’, the arena-slaves had their work cut out holding the squirming boy.

After a few moments Rufio was just dribbling the last of his spunk, and his sweaty body had gone completely limp, and had to be held up, groaning and sobbing, by the two arena-slaves.

Having had his prick cut off, Rufio was now left with his balls intact, but just a horrible, bloody stump where his prick had been !

Burro was still holding Rufio’s prick, which had remained ‘stiff’ and ‘hard' as the blood supply had been cut off by the red-hot knife. Burro showed it, severed end first, to Rufio, and the horrified boy could see clearly the ends of the three columns of erectile tissue - two on the top and one on the bottom, with the urethra running through the bottom column. Burro the flipped the severed 'member' over, to show Rufio the other end, and pulled the foreskin right back so that the poor boy could get a look at the still swollen, gleaming dark pink 'knob'. Almost unable to believe what he was seeing, Rufio had to look away, and proceeded to vomit on the sand.

At this point, the crowd wanted the boy ‘finished-off’, but Grachus had other ideas, and sent a message down to the supervisor of the fight to have the boy’s wound properly cauterised in front of the crowd, and then have the boy returned to the Gladiatorial School.

Immediately an arena-slave was sent in with a red-hot iron.

"Shit ! I can't take any more !", Rufio screamed, when he saw the red hot iron. 'Finished me, Burro ! Foe fuck sake ! I can't take any more torture !'.

While Burro stood back and looked on, the two arena-slaves tightened their grip on Rufio as the slave with the cauterising iron approached the struggling, naked boy. The slave then thrust the red-hot iron between Rufio's legs. "My fuckin' crotch !", Rufio squealed horribly, and he writhed upwards, as the crowd cheered. As smoke curled up from the wriggling boy's crotch, the smell of burning flesh and singed hair once again wafted across the arena.

As the slave removed the cauterising iron from Rufio’s crotch, the boy slumped down, groaning.

Then, much to the disappointment of the crowd, Rufio was led out of the arena, leaving Burro to take his final applause before he also left the arena.

As soon as Rufio left the arena, he was taken back to the locker-room, where his hands were tied behind his back, and he was left, squatting on the floor, groaning and moaning, as the other gladiators, who had survived their fights, made fun of him. Burro, of course, came in later. "I'll tell you, - this boy's a really good fuck !", Burro told the other fighters, as he unbuckled his armour. "He's got a really nice, tight little arse-hole !". After taking off his breast-plate, Burro pulled off his loincloth, and waved his big, fat prick at Rufio, as he stood over him. "And tell us, Rufio, who are gonna fuck tonight, or are you gonna have a wank on your bed ? - But then I forgot. You aint got no prick !", and with that all the other fighters began sniggering and laughing at the poor, mutilated teenager. Some of the other fighters also taunted him, asking him how he was going to have a wank, now that he was ‘prickless’, when he got back to his cell in the Gladiatorial School. Of course now he was mutilated, none of the fighters were really interested in fucking him, and after a while he was left by himself to sob quietly in a corner.

Later two arena-slaves came in with Rufio’s severed penis. The severed end had had a hole pierced in it, and a thin cord passed through it, and it was then hung round Rufio’s neck.

BACK TO THE GLADIATORIAL SCHOOL

At the end of the afternoon, all the gladiators were herded into a cart to be taken back to the Gladiatorial School. In the cart, all the Gladiators were dressed in tunics and sandals, but Rufio was left stark naked, which the other fighters realized was a sign that the unfortunate, mutilated boy would eventually be killed once they got back to the School.

The were many lewd comments and jokes from passersby when they caught sight of Rufio sitting in the cart, naked and with his huge prick hanging round his neck, and the poor boy had no choice but to suffer these indignities.

When they got to the Gladiatorial School the gladiators were taken to the refectory to have their evening meal, which was followed by a bath and a massage.

Rufio, having arrived back at the Gladiatorial School, was not given any clothes or a meal, but instead was taken into the exercise-yard. There he had a short chain attached to his right ankle, while the other end was attached to one of the many posts, set into the ground, which were used for sword practice. His wrists were untied, and a flagon of wine was left by his side. Obviously Rufio drank the wine, as it helped him cope with the appalling pain in his groin. What he didn't’t realize was that having the stump of his penis cauterised meant that his urethra was sealed, along with the blood vessels, and therefore he couldn't’t urinate.

Rufio was forced to sleep naked, outside in the exercise-yard, only to be woken the following morning, given more wine while the other gladiators had their first meal, and then to stand naked, with his penis still hanging round his neck, while the gladiators went through their morning training.

By the early morning Rufio was already complaining of intense pain in his lower belly, and it was only just dawning on him that he couldn't piss. Soon he was begging to be taken to one of the physicians so they could do something about his 'prick', but he was just ignored. While the other gladiators trained, two of the supervisors of the gladiators stood by him, not that he could escape as he was chained up.

By mid morning the poor boy needed to defecate. Pathetically, he told the men 'guarding' him that he needed a shit, but they just told him to get on with it. In the end Rufio had to squat down by the post, stark-naked, and shit on the sand in front of the other gladiators. When he had finished defecating he, of course, wanted to urinate, and by now the pain in his belly had become almost intolerable.

By the afternoon, Grachus and some of his rich patrician friends had come to see what had happened to the boy. Once they had settled down on their comfortable chairs, with small circular tables near by, laden with wine and various delicacies, they proceeded to watch the afternoon training, and also see what would happen to young Rufio.

By now Rufio was writhing about on the sand, with a horribly swollen belly, groaning for relief. By the late afternoon the critical time had come. Rufio was lying with his back propped up against the wooden post, with his legs spread, revealing his loose-hanging, swollen balls and the bloody stump of his penis, which was now surrounded by flies. he was clutching at his horribly swollen belly and moaning. Suddenly his hips jerked up off the sand, his back slipped off the post, onto the sand, and his whole body arched, with his hips held high. He squealed horribly, clutching violently at his stretched belly, as his bladder burst inside him. Once his bladder had burst he writhed about on the sand, still clutching his belly with his legs kicking against the sand in a series of uncontrollable spasm.

By now all the gladiators had stopped training and, along with Grachus and his friends they all watched, fascinated, as the filthy, naked, mutilated boy rolled around in his own shit, screaming and groaning.

Grachus then called one of the 'guards' over to him, and gave him some instructions. The Guard went over to his companion, who was standing by the writhing boy. One of the men the grabbed hold of Rufio by his arms and sat him up. The other man kicked the boy's legs apart.

"No ! Not my fuckin bollocks !", Rufio screamed, as the guard kicked the defenceless boy in the groin. It was a well aimed, vicious kick, and instantly Rufio's swollen balls were rammed upwards and crushed against his pubic bone and his thighs.

"Oh shit, my balls !", Rufio squealed, as he writhed obscenely, while the first guard struggled to hold him.

The second guard then kicked Rufio's legs apart again, and landed a second, even harder kick to Rufio's already mangled bollocks.

"Cu.....nt !" Rufio screamed, as his hips arched up. By then the boy's testicles were quite useless and dead in their rapidly darkening and swelling sack.

"Oh no ! Please !", Rufio managed to splutter as the second guard then took out his knife.

Quickly he knelt down and grabbed hold of Rufio's balls. The guard could feel the soft mush in squirming lad's swollen sack, which was all that was now left of Rufio's once hefty testicles.

The guard pulled hard on the screaming, naked boy's scrotum, and sliced through the stretched skin close to Rufio's hairy crotch.

Complete castration was too much for the young lad. When he was released Rufio's naked body arched up again, with his hips held high, as he fumbled frantically with his bloody, hairy crotch. While raised up on his shoulders and heels, one of the men stuffed Rufio's severed balls into the young lad's mouth to stop him screaming. The naked castrated boy tottered for a few moments, as shit dribbled from his gaping arse-hole, and then he collapsed onto the sand, dead !

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