A DAY AT THE GAMES - CALVIUS & HASTUS - ROMAN GLADIATORS

Now Calvius only had one other boy to contend with – Hastus. In the fight with Hastus, however, things decidedly do not go as expected, and the crowd sees a completely different side to their big, shaven-headed hero, Calvius.

In defeat it is revealed that Calvius is really a 'closet masochist', and he gets unbelievably aroused by being defeated by handsome young Hastus.

Wallowing in a perverted, masochistic sexual fantasy that had probably gripped him all his life, Calvius spent his last afternoon ever completely at the mercy of his primitive lusts and, as he was humiliated, tortured and mutilated, he managed to have more perverted orgasms than any other performer had ever had before in Gracchus' arena, until his obscene antics were finally brought to an end when he was ignominiously killed.

But to start at the beginning - having recently killed young Marcus, and then Ephebus, Calvius, the one-time executioner, was 'on a roll', and intended to defeat, rape and mutilate with ease the next 'boy-gladiator' he was put up against.

Grachus has chosen young Hastus to fight Calvius, Hastus was older and more experienced that the two previous boys that Calvius had fought.

Hastus was blond, tall, well muscled, well-hung and cute. He had been a boy friend of Ephebus, (when Ephebus had been 'two-timing' Felix - but now, of course, both Ephebus and Felix were dead).

For this fight Hastus wore a pale blue, full cut, conventional style loincloth, with arm-guards, cross belts and boots, and he was armed with just a spear.

Calvius, we already have seen, was a heavy, well-muscled gladiator. He had a shaven head, but very hairy chest, belly and legs. Like Hastus, he wore cross-belts and arm-guards and heavy leather boots. His loincloth, also like Hastus' but dark red, was in the traditional full style, covering his firm, muscular hairy buttocks. The pouch at the front was very ample, to accommodate his bulky 'tackle', and was held in place by a white cord, and a wide, leather belt.

Encouraged by his easy win against young Ephebus, Calvius was confident that he would defeat Hastus.

Hastus, however, was older and better muscled than Ephebus was, and he was an expert with a spear. In addition a spear-man was usually considered to have far better odds in a fight against a gladiator with a sword, as his reach was far longer.

Calvius and Hastus at first seemed to be well matched, and the crowd were treated to a fast and furious display as the sword-fighter and spear-man tussle in the arena.

Calvius then tried to get in close, to remove Hastus' advantage of extra reach.

This was a mistake, however, because when he did so, Hastus brought his knee up sharply into Calvius' groin.

"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'.

CALVIUS IS RAPED

Once Calvius has had his loincloth and belt removed, Hastus told the arena-slaves to tie his naked opponent's hands to one of the rings set in the arena-wall.

The arena-slaves obediently tied Calvius to the arena wall. "No ! Please ! Don't do this !", Calvius pleaded, as he was bent over so that his sweaty, hairy backside was exposed, and he was completely helpless.

Hastus then picked up his spear, and using the butt, he rammed the spear up into Calvius' disgustingly hairy

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.

CALVIUS IS RAPED WITH A BATON

What Hastus was going to do with the thick wooden baton was obvious to everyone, including Calvius, and the unfortunate, naked gladiator started to squirm on the sand.

He was held very firmly, however by two arena-slaves.

“Oh shit no !”, Calvius moaned. His eyes widened, and he stared in horror, watching Hastus intently as the young blond boy got behind him and positioned the ominously large, thick baton between Calvius' trembling, hairy legs.

“No ! Not that thing in my fuckin' bum-hole ! Please, Hastus ! No !”, Calvius pleaded, as Hastus centred the large bulbous end of the baton over Calvius' twitching anus.

Calvius' anal-ring was large, puckered, dark pink and surrounded by a mass of dark, curly hair, and it was obvious that Calvius was going to resist being penetrated.

“No !”, Calvius screamed, as Hastus bore down on the baton.

All Calvius' muscles went taught, and in particular the muscles of his hairy belly, his buttocks and his anus.

“No, you cunt, Hastus !”, Calvius shouted, as he held his anal ring as tight as possible, denying young Hastus entry to his most private part.

The crowd, however, were cheering young Hastus on, eager to see the older, defeated gladiator get skewered by the big, heavy baton.

Calvius, of course, could not see what was going on, but Hastus, the arena-slaves and the crowd could all see Calvius puckered arse-ring clenching tightly as he ferociously strained to prevent himself from being impaled.

Of course, Calvius could only hold out for so long, and eventually he would have to give in, and let his aching, straining anal muscles relax.

The arena-slaves were not ready to wait, however, and the third slave went up to Calvius from the front and grabbed hold of the struggling fighter's bulging, hairy scrotum.

“Fuck ! Not my fuckin' bollocks !”, Calvius moaned, as the arena-slave slowly twisted Calvius' bulky testicles. This immediately had the desired effect, and Calvius' puckered orifice gradually began to open.

“Oh shit ! My bollocks ! - Shit no ! It's goin' in !”, Calvius squealed, as the bulbous end of the baton very slowly forced his straining anus to open. Equally slowly the big baton started to disappear inside Calvius, and as it did so, Calvius' penis started to lengthen and swell.

“You cunt ! My fuckin' arse-hole !”, Calvius groaned as he was slowly skewered by the thick baton.

“I see that you like it 'up you' !”, Hastus commented, wryly, as he noticed Calvius getting aroused, while the arena-slaves looked at their one-time, now practically naked, and ultimately humiliated colleague, and grinned.

“Go on, Calvius – get horny again ! Get that big cock real fuckin hard !”, one of the slaves sniggered.

“Oh shit !”, Calvius groaned, helplessly as he saw himself becoming aroused as he was slowly penetrated.

The bald, almost naked gladiator then groaned pathetically as the shaft slowly disappeared between his fitfully jerking legs.

By then Calvius' anus was horribly stretched, as he tried to accommodate the full circumference of the bulbous end of the baton, and to make matters worse the baton was not greased, as was the usual custom when slaves were impaled.

Not only was Calvius' anus appallingly enlarged, but the unfortunate gladiator was, just as the arena-slave had suggested, also disgustingly aroused, with a huge, throbbing, jerking erection.

Eventually all of the bulbous end of the baton disappeared inside Calvius' rectum, and his straining anus closed up around the considerably smaller circumference of the shaft.

Having got the bulk of the baton inside his squirming, defeated opponent, young Hastus then bore down on the baton forcing it deep into Calvius.

“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 ABUSES HIMSELF

Calvius, however was still aroused, so, while Hastus looked on the arena-slaves 'played' with the dildo that was still poking obscenely from Calvius' stretched anus, and 'played' with his hairy, bulging testicles to keep him nicely erect.

The arena-slaves then stretched Calvius' legs even further, and 'folded' him right over into an intolerably painful position.

“Fuck ! Get it outa my fuckin' face !”, Calvius groaned, as he found his huge, stiff penis aimed directly at his face.

One of the slaves then grabbed Calvius' erect 'tool', which was wobbling about and slapping the helpless fighter's face, pulled back the straining foreskin, and stuffed the penis 'head' into Calvius' mouth.

A look of shocked surprise and horror then appeared on Calvius face as he felt the hot, smooth bulk of his shiny penis 'head' in his own mouth. The slaves then jiggled Calvius about on the sand, to get him started, and almost immediately the fact that a stiff penis was jerking in his mouth got the 'horny' fighter sucking, even although it was his own penis.

Calvius, like Hastus and many in the crowd, never knew that it was possible for a man or boy to suck his own penis, and had never seen anyone else do it, but he was now so 'excited' that 'working' on his own 'member' started to get him very aroused, especially as he got to see his huge hairy testicles, his stiff, veined 'shaft', and his thick mass of pubic hair from a completely new angle, and really close up !

Now the crowd were laughing and jeering once again as they watched the baton that was still poking out of Calvius' hairy anus jerk up and down as his anal muscles responded to his growing 'excitement' which was caused by the naked gladiator sucking obscenely on his own hugely engorged penis.

Then, when Calvius started jerking uncontrollably, and the arena-slaves saw the hairy 'root' of his penis twitching as his semen started pumping up his 'shaft', one of the slaves pulled the slimy 'penis-head' out of Calvius' mouth and directed it so that repeated gobs of semen exploded over the naked gladiator's face and chest.

“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 'penis-head', which was dribbling a long, sticky, swinging string of 'pre-cum'.

Calvius, as he masturbated, couldn't get his foreskin back over his 'penis-head', because the 'head' was so hugely swollen, and so he pulled on the loose skin of his thick, veined 'shaft', which ensured that it took him a long time to reach his climax

After a lot of 'pulling' at his 'shaft', jerking about on the dildo, and moaning, Calvius finally groaned to the arena-slaves.

“Ah shit ! I've fuckin' done it ! I'm fuckin' cummin' !”.

He then jerked his hips forward and started squirting his sixth 'load' of thick, creamy 'seed' over the sand while the crowd cheered and the arena-slaves watched, amazed.

At that point the organisers of the games called Hastus away, and Calvius was left to be further abused by the arena-slaves, while preparations were made for the next fight.

Once Calvius had finished ejaculating yet again, the arena-slaves grabbed hold of Calvius and forced him to kneel down on his hands and knees.

Calvius had now resigned himself to his fate, and didn't try to make any attempt to escape.

The first job the arena-slaves had was to extract the baton which was by then lodged deeply Calvius' rectum.

While two slaves held on to Calvius' hips, the third pulled at the baton, steadying himself by placing one foot on the naked fighter's hairy buttock, and very slowly the stained baton emerged from Calvius' anus, while Calvius groaned in obvious pain.

Then, while Calvius still knelt submissively on the sand, the three arena-slaves pulled down their black leggings and loincloths, as they prepared to abuse their 'captive' gladiator.

All three slaves were really 'aroused' from watching Calvius being raped by young Hastus, and seeing Calvius repeatedly masturbate and ejaculate, so they were only too happy to relieve themselves by 'abusing' Calvius.

While one slave knelt in front of Calvius, and made him 'suck penis', the other got behind the naked fighter and buggered him from the rear.

Once the slaves had ejaculated, one into Calvius' rectum and the other into his mouth, they changed places, and this went on until Calvius had been raped 'both ends' by all three arena-slaves.

Surprisingly, while this was going on, Calvius said nothing, and showed no signs of being aroused, as he simply jerked back and forth as both his anus and mouth were buggered, while his limp penis dangled pathetically between his hairy legs.

Once they were finished raping and abusing Calvius they turned the moaning fighter over onto his back.

“Please ! No more !”, Calvius slurped, with his mouth full of semen, as the arena-slaves lifted and spread Calvius' legs, and then shoved the huge baton up his hairy anus once again, to get his floppy, flaccid penis fully erect.

"Oh 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 and totally naked, and that was a sign to everyone, including Calvius, that he was not going to leave the arena alive.

The slaves also tied a stout pole under Calvius' arms, and all the while his penis slowly lengthened and swelled up as it became fully tumescent. Finally, the slaves left Calvius totally naked on the sand, with his hairy anus impaled with the baton, and his unnaturally large penis fully erect.

Calvius by this time presumably realised that he would almost certainly be killed, as defeated fighters were usually stripped completely naked before being 'finished-off'.

Seeing the naked fighter still sporting a huge erection, the arena-slaves then decided to see just how many more times they could make Calvius climax before he was no longer able to ejaculate.

Roughly the slaves dragged Calvius to his feet and forced him to totter awkwardly, with the baton still rammed up his rectum, to the side of the arena. There the slaves tied ropes to the pole under his arms, and hoisted him up so that he was hanging with his feet dangling just above the sand.

The crowd, of course were loving every minute of the action, and cheered the arena-slaves on as they took it in turns to masturbate the helpless, naked gladiator.

Calvius, of course, had already ejaculated six times that afternoon, and everybody was wondering how much long.he could remain 'aroused' and able to 'function' sexually.

For their first attempt the younger of the slaves grabbed hold of Calvius' stiffly jerking penis, while another slave got hold of the baton poking from between the naked fighter's sweaty buttocks and started pumping it in and out of Calvius' rectum.

“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 badly stretched anus.

As the slave stroked the raised 'seam' of Calvius' perineum, and tickle the stiff hairs, the sweaty fighter groaned and his penis started to raise itself slowly in a series of obscene jerks.

Eventually, when it had raised itself well above horizontal, the young slave started working on it, using just his index finger and thumb to work the bulging, slimy penis 'head'.

Calvius groaned as he looked down at his huge 'tool'.

“No, not again !”, he moaned, jerking forward as he was pumped with the baton, while at the same time his penis was being stimulated by the skilful young slave.

“Oh shit no !”, he then bellowed loudly, as his legs started to tremble, and his hairy testicles tightened up, and he started to climax, but instead of a huge gush of semen, there was just a tiny dribble, - his eighth and last ever ejaculation - and it seemed as if the 'mega-stud' Calvius had finally been 'pumped dry'.

CALVIUS IS EMASCULATED

Now that Calvius' testicles were apparently empty of semen, the arena-slaves had no further use for him as a 'sex plaything', so the slaves decided to cut him down.

Next, while Calvius was held up standing, naked and impaled, they tied a thin piece of cord round the hairy 'root' of his 'privates'.

Realising what was about to happen, Calvius was horrified at the prospect of what the arena-slaves termed 'ball-torture'.

“Please ! No, guys ! Not my fuckin' testicles !”, but they just ignored him, and hung a large stone weight to the cord dangling from Calvius' hairy crotch.

“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.

CALVIUS IS FINISHED-OFF

Immediately Calvius severed penis was cauterised with a red hot iron, in order to prevent the blood from leaving the swollen member.

At the same time, the wound in Calvius' groin was also cauterised, to prevent his from bleeding to death before he had suffered his further tortures.

Calvius squealed horribly, and his hips writhed up as the cauterising iron touched his crotch. At the same time there was a crackling sound as some of the thick, curly hair on his pubic area and his perineum began to burn, and the sickly stink of singed flesh and burnt hair wafted across the arena.

With his legs jerking in spasms as a result of his crotch being burned, Calvius pulled himself up onto his elbows. Looking down he saw his mutilated, smoking groin.

“Fuck ! - It's all fuckin' gone !” he groaned pathetically, as he fully realised that he had been completely emasculated.

“An' my fuckin' prick's still stiff !” he moaned in amazement to the arena-slaves, as he saw that his penis, which was still attached to his scrotum, and was lying on the sand by his feet, was still erect as a result of being immediately cuterised after it had been ripped from his groin.

While he was still writhing, and screaming about his 'bollocks' and his 'prick', one of the arena-slaves, with a large knife in his hand, bent down beside the hysterical fighter.

“Oh fuck no !”, Calvius wailed, “No more !”.

“Now we're gonna slice you open – an' see if you really 'ave got any fuckin' guts – or if you're only good for bumming an' slicing up little boys !”, the arena-slave retorted, eliciting sniggers and laughing from the other slaves and those closest in the crowd who had heard his taunts.

“No ! Please don't ! No more! - Not my fuckin' belly !”, Calvius moaned as he struggled to protect himself. It was useless for him to struggle, however, as his hands were firmly tied to the pole resting on his back, and his legs had lost all their strength since he had lost his 'privates'.

The arena-slave then deftly slit open Calvius' heaving, hairy abdomen with a knife, while the crowd looked on in amazement,

“Cunt ! No ! My fuckin' guts !”, Calvius squealed, as he started to urinate while the arena-slave shoved his hand into Calvius' jerking belly and 'fished out' some of the writhing, castrated gladiator's stinking guts.

The arena-slave then held up Calvius' steaming intestines.

“Yeah ! He's got some guts - not that they're any use to him now !”, the slave, with a big grin on his face, told the crowd, as he cut away the thick, slimy coils.

“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, letting the foul smelling contents squirt and splatter over Calvius' chest.

Watching the slaves and Hastus and his boyfriend, handling, examining and joking about his severed sex-parts was yet another humiliation that Calvius had to endure as he was tortured in the arena, and once Hastus and his boy had examined Calvius' bulky 'privates', noting the hairiness of the bulging 'scrotum' and the length and thickness of the penis, they handed the genitals back to the third slave. The slave then busied himself as he tied Calvius' 'privates' round the struggling, naked fighter's neck so that they formed a grotesque, obscene necklace..

Later, of course, after Calvius had mercifully died, the arena officials would present 'bald' Calvius' genitals to Hastus as a gory trophy of his victory in the arena.

While Calvius slowly sunk down on the iron shaft, impaling himself and squashing and bursting what remained of his guts that were still inside him, he screamed obscenities at Hastus, his catamite, and the arena-slaves about his 'arse', 'prick', 'bollocks' and 'guts', using the most dementedly obscene language imaginable

By that time however, the crowd had tired of watching Calvius being tortured and killed, and were eager for a new fight to start. Grachus, sensing that the crowd were growing restless, sent a message to Hastus to 'finish-off' the newly un-sexed Calvius.

When Hastus got the message, he left his young boy-friend watching Calvius – hairy, disembowelled, emasculated and writhing, - and went behind the dying, naked gladiator.

Hastus then took out his sword, and with a cheeky grin and a wink to the cute young boy standing in front of Calvius, with one deft stroke he lopped off groaning Calvius' shaved head.

The head – with wild, staring eyes, and a gaping mouth caught in the middle of a scream, - flew off to one side, and bounced once on the sand.

Meanwhile a strong fountain of blood gushed from Calvius' severed neck, as Calvius' naked, sexless, mutilated, sweaty body, which was still alive for a few moments, jerked convulsively on the stake.

Then, after a few moments, during which the crowd roared its approval of killing of the once popular fighter, the flow of blood subsided, as Calvius' heart stopped beating, and the blood-drenched corpse slowly went pale and horribly limp, and dropped down fully onto the impaling stake.

Hastus then took a last look at his defeated and dead opponent, as an arena-slave neatly placed Calvius' severed head at the foot of the impaling stake.

Hastus and his boyfriend, intent on a celebratory 'sex-session', then left the arena, leaving Calvius' naked, mutilated, headless corpse on the stake for the remainder of the games, - a mute reminder of the fate that could await an inept fighter.

What was left of what had been 'bald Calvius', the gladiator, was eventually prised off the impaling stake and dragged, with hooks in the ankles, to the spoilarium. There the naked, mutilated and bloody lump of meat, that had previously been one of Gracchus most feared gladiators, was butchered, and the parts were sent to the public arena to be fed to the arena animals.

Calvius' severed head, with the mouth still open in an arrested scream, and bulging eyes staring wildly, was sent to the gladiatorial school, where it was displayed on a stake in the training area.

Calvius' unnaturally large, severed genitals were presented, later in the afternoon, to Hastus, as a memento of his victory.

Hastus initially showed the huge grisly trophies round the gladiatorial school, while telling the story of Calvius' obscenely ridiculous sexual performance before his inevitable gruesome end – emasculated, gutted and headless on a stake.

The following day Hastus was offered a considerable sum by a visitor to the school for Calvius' severed penis.

The explanation for this was simple – a human penis, particularly one as large as Calvius', was an essential adjunct to many magical rituals in Roman times, and the supply of such items, particularly if the 'phallus' was fresh, (and because it had been cauterised as soon as it was ripped from his body, Calvius' penis was still erect), was very limited.

Hastus, of course had no further use for the macabre 'member', so he was only too happy to make a further profit on his victory over Calvius.

And so Calvius' abnormally large penis, which had raped and buggered so many boys in it's time, ended up 'pickled', and mounted in gold on the end of a Roman necromancer's wand.

Like many other fighters who emasculated their opponent and were then given the 'parts' as a 'prize', Hastus made a special trophy of Calvius' severed scrotum.

He had Calvius' huge testes carefully scooped out of the hairy scrotum. The bag of skin was then cleaned, shaved and tanned, and then lined with red cloth and fitted with a draw-string to become a money purse. That 'bollock-purse' would be for Hastus a conversation piece for many months to come.

Only for months, however, as some time later young Hastus also met his end in the arena, being castrated and killed by an opponent even younger than himself.

As Hastus writhed and squealed, stark-naked on the sand, while the crowd cheered, as his own 'privates' were sliced off, perhaps his thoughts turned, for a moment, to what he had done, not many weeks before, to poor 'bald Calvius'.

Young Hastus' severed 'sex-parts', though, not being particularly impressive, did not receive such an honourable end as Calvius, and were simply sent to the spoilarium, tied round the neck of his naked, emasculated corpse, and made part of a hurried meal for some hungry arena animals.

Calvius' 'bollock-purse', found in Hastus cell after the young lad had been killed, eventually became the property of Gracchus, who often told the story of the big, shaven-headed gladiator, who thrilled the crowd with his amazing sexual antics before he was finally emasculated and killed.