This is a fight that many in the crowd have been looking forward to.

Contests between 'boy-wrestlers' are particularly popular, as Grachus always provides good-looking, 'smooth', 'well-hung young' lads.

The boys wrestle 'Greek-style', 'bollock-naked'; shaved and oiled.

The two boys enter the arena, to the cheers of the crowd, and accompanied by a referee.

Tarquin, a young German slave-boy, is blond, slim and quite well-muscled, and wearing just a cheeky smile.

Antonius, also 'bollock-naked', is dark haired, with a sullen, 'pouty' look, but he has a good, boyish physique and, like Tarquin, is very 'well-hung' for his age.

As they enter the arena, they pass what's left of the mutilated corpse of young Paulus.

Paulus was a young Nubian lad who was killed in the previous fight.

The torso of poor Paulus' obscenely naked corpse is propped up against the arena wall. Its severed arms and legs are scattered around the corpse, and its guts are hanging out of its slashed belly. Its severed scrotum, bulging with its now useless testicles, is lying on the sand, and the severed, tiny, wrinkled penis is poking obscenely from the corpse' mouth.

This is what is left of the young Nubian boy, previously their friend in the wrestling school, that they helped to 'abuse' and mutilate when young Paulus fought the 'muscle-stud' Marcion. Now these two boys, Tarquin and Antonius, are to be forced to fight each other.

Tarquin and Antonius are 'boy-lovers', as are many of the young lads in Grachus' Wrestling School. Being young adolescents, and being confined to the Wrestling School, they have no other sexual outlet other than sex with one another, and so many of the boys 'pair up', and form deep attachments to one another.

Word has got out to the crowd that these two boys are not just friends, but also lovers, and the crowd wait in eager anticipation to see how these boys will react when they are forced to fight, possibly to the death, in the arena.

Most of the betting in the crowd is on Antonius, as he looks surly and mean, even although he is a little shorter, and possibly younger, than Tarquin.

The two boys reach the centre of the arena, and start flexing their muscles to impress the crowd. Tarquin is still smiling broadly, while Antonius continues to look surly and pouts as he flexes his biceps.

Once the two boys have flexed their muscles in front of the crowd, the referee gives them the signal to start wrestling.

Although they hardly need it, both boys being young, 'horny' adolescents, they have been given aphrodisiacs to get them sexually 'aroused', and also hemp, poppy-juice and wine to loosen their inhibitions - which is maybe why Tarquin has such a stupid grin on his face all the time.

Once the boys start sparring, with their pricks flopping about, they soon start getting 'stiff', and before they even get into the first hold, Tarquin has a huge erection, with his boyish, firm cock standing almost vertically ! It soon becomes obvious to the crowd that Antonius must be the 'bum-boy', - the passive partner, as he can't seem to take his eyes off Tarquin's jerking, stiff 'member'.

Once the two lads started grappling, Tarquin has a chance to say a few things to Antonius, as the referee couldn't hear them as their heads are close together as they grab each other's shoulders.

'Remember what we agreed in the locker-room. You take a 'dive', and I'll rough you up a bit - pull your legs apart an' show the crowd your 'bits' an' your arse. Then I'' give you a really hard fuck, - you squeal a lot, like you can't take being fucked, even although you'll probably enjoy it, an' then wank, so the crowd can get to see both of us 'cum'. The crowd will be happy, an' we can both get out of here unhurt, without one of us having to 'finish' the other.

Antonius nodded. "Ok. If you think it'll work.', he agreed, not realizing, as he was not as smart as Tarquin, that if it didn't work, and the crowd were not satisfied, he would be the one lying dead on the arena sand, while Tarquin went off to find another boy-friend.

The other thing that Antonius had not understood was that Tarquin was popular with the crowd, mainly because of his smile and blond hair, even although they were betting on Antonius to win, and if Antonius lost, and the punters lost their money, they would want Antonius 'finished off', and probably mutilated as well to punish him for letting them down, and causing them to loose their money. So, as Tarquin knew quite well, Antonius stood very little chance of coming out of this fight alive - but then Tarquin was a popular lad, and after killing his boy-friend he would have little trouble in finding another cute little 'bum-boy' to sweeten his long, lonely evenings.

By now the crowd were hissing and jeering, as the boys had been grappling for too long, and they wanted the two naked teenage lads down on the sand, rolling about obscenely and showing off their 'tackle'.

Hearing the crowd's reaction, Tarquin immediately tripped Antonius, sending him sprawling onto the sand on his belly. Tarquin went down onto the sand at the same time, grabbing Antonius by the neck as he fell. Tarquin then got behind Antonius, and put his young friend in a head scissors. Just to make things a bit sexier, however, Tarquin used his feet, which were draped across Antonius' belly and groin, to 'play' with his young opponent's prick and balls. Antonius quite liked this, as it was making him even 'harder', but Tarquin had to whisper to him to groan and moan, to make the crowd think he was being hurt and humiliated. "Shit no ! Not my fuckin' bollocks ! Shit ! You're makin' me really 'horny' - you cunt !' Antonius groaned, putting on a good show for the crowd.

Once the crow began to get tired of seeing Antonius' stiff prick being flicked from side to side, and his bulging balls rolled about in their hairless 'sack', Tarquin pulled his legs up and then slid then down under Antonius' knees. He then grabbed hold of Antonius' shoulders and skilfully hoisted the confused boy up into a classic 'back-breaker'.

This hold was very popular with the crowd, because each wrestler was forced to fully expose his anus, 'cock-root' and balls, while his penis flopped about on his belly. If the wrestler on top had an erection, so much the better, as his stiff cock would not only flop about, but also jerk up and down obscenely as it dribbled 'pe-cum' over the fighter's bulging, heaving belly.

The wrestler on top had the worst of it, however, as not only were his 'bits' held high and fully on display, but his opponent could bend his back, often sufficiently to get a submission. If the wrestler on top didn't submit, there was always the possibility that his opponent could break his back, which sometimes caused almost instant death, but more often than not left the wrestler with his torso and arms threshing about horribly on the sand, while his lower body was completely paralysed, with both his bowels and bladder emptying uncontrollably.

Tarquin, however, didn't want to kill Antonius, or even get a submission so early in the fight, but just have an opportunity to curry favour with the crowd by displaying his friend in as obscene a way as possible, while at the same time seriously weakening young Antonius, just in case his friend decided to change his mind about their agreement and started putting on a real fight.

'Shit ! My fuckin' back, Tark !', Antonius groaned loudly, as he was held up high in the 'back-breaker. 'I can't take any more !', he moaned, as Tarquin jerked Antonius repeatedly, to ensure that his young friend's stiff prick rolled about on his bulging, stretched belly.

Tarquin knew that there was only so much that Antonius could take, and even although Antonius was a bit 'dim', he didn't want his young friend to realize that he was being weakened so that when the truth dawned on him that he would probably be 'finished-off' he would be unable to fight back. Regardless, a wrestler's strength is in his back, and the 'back-breaker' is such an effective hold because it seriously weakens a fighter, even if it is not used to gain a submission. The crowd, of course, were pleased that Tarquin had not demanded a submission so early in the fight, as they were savouring the sight of these two young, 'horny' adolescents rolling about on the sand, stark 'bollock-naked'.

Once it was clear to Tarquin that Antonius couldn't take any more, Tarquin rolled over, depositing his young friend on the sand. Tarquin, of course, was on his feet immediately, but Antonius lay on the sand, kicking his legs, clutching at his back and groaning. Part of this was 'play-acting', for the crowd, but Antonius had also been seriously weakened, although he didn't want to admit it, even to himself.

Tarquin then knelt down behind Antonius, and turned him over, onto his back, sitting him up in the process. With Antonius half sitting, and half supporting himself with his right arm, Tarquin then put the boy into a vicious 'head-lock'. This was not intended to weaken Antonius, but rather to put on a show for the crowd, and get Antonius really 'hard' again, as the painful 'back-breaker' had caused his prick to go a bit limp.

All the wrestlers knew that any constriction of the neck usually produced a strong erection, and sometimes even an orgasm and an ejaculation, as anybody would have seen if they had watched naked convicted criminals being executed by being hung by the neck in the arena.

Tarquin didn't want Antonius to 'cum', at least not yet, but he did want his young friend to get nice and 'hard' once again.

Very quickly the 'neck-lock' had the desired effect, and young Antonius' long, thick prick was soon poking up between his legs, and standing almost vertically, as he struggled for breath under the onslaught of Tarquin's vicious hold.

The crowd had now seen enough of the boys grappling on the sand, and as both the boys were quite obviously fully 'aroused', the crowd now started calling for Tarquin to fuck Antonius, as they realized that the boy they had put their money on was not 'coming up with the goods', and they wanted to see him thoroughly humiliated and tortured before he was 'finished-off'. Antonius, of course, still didn't realize what the real situation was, and was still thinking that all he had to do was let himself be fucked, 'jerk off' and 'cum' once or twice, and then the crowd would cheer, and let him and Tarquin return to the locker-room.

As Tarquin continued to put on the 'arm-lock', he whispered to Antonius to shout out that he was 'giving'. This, of course, would seal Antonius' fate, but the stupid boy didn't realize this, still trusting in his friend.

For a few moments Tarquin released his grip a little bit, so that Antonius could get enough air in his lungs to shout.

'You cunt ! I fuckin' 'give' !', Antonius shouted, and a cheer went up from the crowd.

Now the rules for Roman Wrestling, (and the Pankration), are that two submissions must be given before the fight can end, but technically the fighter who has given his first submission is not allowed to defend himself while his opponent gives him a 'punishment' session. When the defeated fighter can take no more punishment, he is allowed to 'give' for a second time, but then, after the second submission, there is the possibility that he may be 'finished-off', and it is this that makes fighters accept the torture meted out to them during the 'punishment session', because the longer they can hold out, and the more punishment they can take, the more likely they are to be spared.

Antonius knew that he had to undergo a 'punishment' session, which would involve his being 'arse-fucked' at least once, and probably 'dildo-fucked', made to wank, 'suck cock', or be forcibly 'jerked off', in any combination his opponent chooses. He would also probably get a 'good kicking' and be put in a submission hold to make him 'give' for a second time.

Then it would be up to Grachus and the crowd to decide if he should be spared, to return to the locker-room, or be 'finished-off', and this would depend very much on how he had taken his 'punishment'.

Antonius', of course, was always quite happy to be fucked, wank and get 'jerked-off', although he did not like the idea of doing this in public, in front of the crowd. As for the punishment, he foolishly trusted Tarquin to 'pull his punches' and not hurt him too much.

But of course Tarquin was pretty sure that he could make Antonius unpopular with the crowd, and then Antonius would have to be killed.

For wrestlers, killing their opponent is problematic, as they have no weapons, unlike the gladiators.

Strangulation is one method, although it can be very slow and drawn out, and sometimes a fighter who appears to be dead later 'comes to' when hanging from the arena-wall, or in the Spoilarium before his body is butchered, in which case he is allowed to live.

If a fighter is heavy and strong enough, he can stamp on his opponent's chest, crushing the rib-cage, so that the fighter dies horribly and slowly of suffocation, or alternatively, if the fighter is really heavy, he can stamp on his opponent's head, crushing his skull and killing him almost instantly.

The most common way, however, for wrestlers to kill an opponent is by twisting their opponent's head, and breaking their neck. In this case it usually take a minute or so for the defeated wrestler to die, but there is usually plenty of obscene writhing and thrashing about on the sand in the fighter's final moments, which make a spectacular kill, and usually pleases the crowd.

Antonius, however, foolishly doesn't expect to be killed, as he is confident of the assurances that Tarquin has given him. Tarquin, of course, knows otherwise, and to make sure that Antonius is 'finished-off', Tarquin plans to end the punishment session, after the sexual 'abuse', which he intends to enjoy, fairly quickly, making Antonius look weak and cowardly, and unable to take a beating.

Now that Antonius has submitted, Tarquin releases his friend, and tells him to get on his hands and knees. At this point an arena-guard has stepped forward, and Antonius knows that if he doesn't comply with Tarquin's demands, the guard will spear him, probably in the belly, to further disable him, and if he still doesn't comply, he will be castrated, disembowelled and impaled, so now he doesn't have much choice in the matter. Realizing that Tarquin is going to fuck him, Antonius gets on his hands and knees, as the crowd cheer and call for him to be fucked.

By now Tarquin is disgustingly 'hard', and his jerking cock is dribbling a long string of sticky 'pre-cum' from his 'cock-slit' which is poking out from his straining foreskin. As Tarquin kneels down behind Antonius, he pulls his foreskin right back, gets hold of the string of 'pre-cum' and wipes it on his glistening, pink 'knob'.

'Give it to me hard !', Antonius groans, as he relaxes his 'ring' in preparation for being penetrated by his boy-friend's stiff 'tool'. 'If you've got to fuck me in front of the crowd, at least make me enjoy it !".

'We'll see.', Tarquin replies enigmatically, as he rams his prick into Antonius' tight little anus.

'Shit ! My fuckin' bum-hole' !', Antonius squealed, as the full length of Tarquin's prick disappeared right up his tight little bum-hole in one quick, vicious thrust.

The crowd, of course, were laughing at Antonius' high pitched squeals, but Antonius was shocked, as Tarquin had never penetrated him so roughly, and had never got the full length of his cock up him in one, single thrust.

'Shit Tark ! You're too fuckin' big to ram it up there in one go ! My fuckin' bum-hole can't take it ! Pull out ! Please !', Antonius pleaded, as he squirmed pathetically, impaled on Tarquin's stiff 'tool'.

'Too bad Ant ! This is a fuck in the arena ! I'm supposed to be fuckin' raping you - not making love !', Tarquin replied, as he pushed even harder against Antonius' quivering buttocks.

'Get on with it then.', Antonius moaned, resignedly, as he gritted his teeth in anticipation of the thrusting which will follow.

Now like most submissive 'bum-boys', Antonius was really a masochist and, despite his squeals and complaints, deep down he 'got off' on being abused. He was now living out a masochist's dream, as he was being violently raped in front of an ogling, lascivious crowd who were getting sadistic satisfaction out of watching him squeal, squirm and suffer, and this is made quite obvious by the fact that as soon as he was penetrated he got a huge erection.

Now that Tarquin was right inside his boy-friend, instinct took over, and he started thrusting.

The thrusts were slow and deliberate at first, as the blond boy slowly pulled almost the entire 'shaft' out of Antonius' 'hole', and then rammed it back in so hard that his big, pink 'ball-sack' was squashed against Antonius' smooth, tight buttocks. As soon as he started thrusting, Tarquin groaned each time as he jerked forwards while, at the other end, Antonius whimpered.

'Oh shit ! You're really raping me !', Antonius moaned, as he realized that his boy-friend had got really 'turned on' by having a fuck in the arena, in front of the crowd, and this has resulted in Tarquin getting a far bigger erection than he normally had. Tarquin was too engrossed in fucking Antonius to reply, and by then has started to increase to tempo of his thrusting as he got more and more excited. He had now grabbed hold of Antonius' hips, as his boy-friend was now jerking across the sand with the force of the repeated and violent pelvic thrusts that Tarquin is giving him.

Gradually Tarquin's grunts and groans were getting louder as the naked young buck started to approach his orgasm, and the crowd, loving every minute of this 'teenage rape', were cheering on 'horny' young Tarquin.

Because he was so young, horribly 'over-sexed', and pumped up with aphrodisiacs, Tarquin reached his orgasm very quickly, which was at least some relief to Antonius who, although he was disgustingly 'turned-on' by being raped so violently, was also finding it very painful.

'I'm fuckin' cummin', Ant !', Tarquin finally exclaimed in a loud, hoarse groan and, overcoming his natural instinct to thrust even harder, the naked boy pulled his prick from Antonius' stretched 'bum-hole'. Looking down at his violently jerking prick, and groaning uncontrollably, Tarquin moaned loudly as his 'boy-juice' pumped up his huge stiff 'shaft' and finally exploded from his dark, purple 'cock-slit', splattering all over Antonius' quivering buttocks in huge, creamy, dribbling gobs. As Antonius' backside was drenched in his young opponent's spunk, the crowd cheered, while Antonius' flopped forwards onto the sand, letting the last of Tarquin's 'seed' splatter over the rear of his bulging 'ball-sack' and his 'arse-crack'.

Tarquin, having pumped out most of his spunk, remained kneeling, with his semi-erect cock jerking fitfully and dribbling a long, sticky thread of spunk, which eventually dropped down onto the sand between his knees.

Antonius, meanwhile, turned over onto his back, unintentionally letting the crowd see that he had a really massive erection.

The crowd were now calling for Antonius to wank, wanting to see both of the sexy young teenagers squirt their 'boy-juice'.

'Go on, Ant !'. Tarquin called to Antonius, 'Give then what they want ! Toss yourself off an' give 'em a good show !".

Antonius, although he was embarrassed at the thought of masturbating in public, had become so horribly 'excited' by being fucked so roughly by Tarquin, that his hands had automatically slid down to his massively engorged, twitching cock and, remembering what Tarquin had told him about pleasing the crowd, he let his adolescent lust overcome his natural shyness.

Immediately Antonius grabbed his stiff 'tool' with his right hand and started pulling his straining foreskin up and down over his huge, bulging pink 'knob'. After a few strokes, Tarquin, who was standing behind Antonius watching his friend and grinning, stepped forward and pulled Antonius' hand away from his cock.

'Fuck no ! Not like that, Ant !', Tarquin told his friend firmly. Antonius looked up, puzzled. 'What the fuck's wrong ?', he groaned, desperate to continue wanking himself. Tarquin then knelt beside his young friend and grabbed hold of Antonius' foreskin.

'Shit ! No ! Let me do it myself. I can do it better !', Antonius groaned, thinking that Tarquin was going to 'jerk him off'.

'No ! Stupid !', Tarquin retorted, as he roughly pulled Antonius' foreskin right down, making his young friend groan, and fully exposing the naked lads' glistening 'knob'.

'Now, leave your fuckin' 'knob' alone, an' just pull on the loose skin on the 'shaft'. That way you'll take longer to 'cum', an' please the crowd !'.

Antonius looked up at Tarquin, surprised at how knowledgeable his boy-friend was about wanking, and then he looked at his stiff, jerking cock, with its huge, shiny 'helmet' fully exposed. Antonius then grabbed hold of his 'shaft', and started pulling up and down on the loose skin, while Tarquin got up and resumed his place behind his young friend, who was now lying back on the sand, frantically 'tossing himself off' to the accompanying cheers of the crowd.

'That's it, Ant ! Go for it !', Tarquin told his panting young friend, as an arena-slave, and the referee, gathered round to watch the teenage lad 'toss-off'.

By now the crowd were cheering every 'stroke' that Antonius gave to his massively engorged cock, and Antonius himself was getting more and more excited. Because he was working frantically, low down on the 'shaft', and not high up on his 'knob', his pulling at the skin of his 'shaft' was causing his smooth, pink balls to jiggle up and down, which Antonius found enjoyable, and the crowd just loved to watch.

Just as Tarquin said, Antonius took quite along time to reach his orgasm, giving the crowd plenty of time to see the naked young boy squirm around on the sand, with glazed eyes, a contorted face, plenty of groaning and a frantically jerking fist.

'Shit ! I'm gonna fuckin' cum !', Antonius finally blurted out to Tarquin, as his hips lifted off the sand and his belly went taught.

Lying back on the sand, with his legs spread wide, many in the crowd get the chance to see the young lad's balls pull up, and his 'cock-root' and anus start twitching as he started pumping his spunk up his thick, stiff 'shaft'. Moments later Antonius' 'cock-slit' gaped, and a huge fountain of creamy 'boy-juice' squirted out, and splattered over the naked boy's chest and belly !

While Antonius lay panting on the sand, dribbling the last of his spunk onto his heaving belly, the crowd were cheering, and calling for 'more'. Tarquin thought that things are going well, and the referee gave Tarquin a wink, showing that he understood the 'game' that Tarquin was playing with his young opponent.

Knowing that the crowd loved to watch young lads fuck and wank and, having got incredibly 'hard' again, while he watched his young friend wank and 'cum', Tarquin decided that he can please the crowd even more by fucking Antonius for a second time, before they will expect him to give his opponent a session of 'punishment'.

'The crowd want me to fuck you again, Ant !', Tarquin said to his young friend, who was still lying on the sand dribbling spunk. 'Now this time struggle a bit. It's got to look like a fuckin' rape !", Tarquin continued, as he grabbed Antonius' legs. Tarquin, of course, needn't have said that, because Antonius really didn't want the pain of having Tarquin's huge, thrusting 'tool' up his 'bum-hole' again, particularly as Tarquin would probably take much longer to 'cum' for his second fuck.

'Shit ! No ! Not up my fuckin' bum-hole again !', Antonius groaned loudly, as Tarquin pulled up his legs and folded Antonius right over to give the crowd an excellent view of the young lad's boyish, tightly puckered, twitching anus. For Tarquin this was to be a 'standing fuck', and he would be thrusting downwards into young Antonius' exposed 'hole'. Antonius had been fucked like this before, and was now really struggling, as he knew that to fuck this way allows the person doing the fucking to penetrate more deeply than in any other position.

'Please Tark ! Don't go in too deep. You've got too fuckin' horny with the stuff they've given us, an' doin' it in front of the crowd, an' I can't take your cock up my bum-hole when you're so fuckin' big !', Antonius groaned loudly to Tarquin, sending the crowd into stitches of laughter at the boy's pathetic pleas to his young lover.

'Come on Ant ! Take it like a fuckin' man !', Tarquin retorted, as he pushed his stiff cock down so that it was pointing directly at Antonius' nervously twitching 'hole'.

'Fuck ! No !', Antonius squealed, as Tarquin then dropped down heavily on his squirming young friend, burying his thick, stiff prick in the struggling boy's rectum.

It is then just a question of Tarquin jerking up and down on top of his helpless friend until he reaches his orgasm, but that, of course, will take some time, even for a 'horny' young adolescent like Tarquin, as this is his second fuck.

For many in the crowd there is little to see, except Tarquin jerking up and down on top of Antonius. For those in the stands behind Tarquin, however, they have and excellent view of the young boy's clenching buttocks, his balls dangling as he lifts himself up, and his cock ramming down into Antonius' horribly stretched 'hole', as he lets himself drop on his helpless opponent.

All through the fuck Antonius was moaning and groaning for Tarquin to stop, while Tarquin was grunting and groaning as he jerked himself up and down, getting more and more excited with each thrust. After a while Tarquin's thrusting speeded up. 'I'm gonna fuckin' cum' !', Tarquin then groaned, as he looked up at one of the arena-slaves, who was standing and watching with a big grin on his face.

Tarquin then groaned loudly and stood up, pulling his cock out of Antonius' 'hole' as he did so. As soon as Tarquin's cock emerged from Antonius' straining 'bum-hole', it jerked right up, splattering huge gobs of spunk all over Antonius' squashed balls, 'cock-root', 'bum-hole' and buttocks !

With his hands on his hips, Tarquin stood proudly over his young friend, with his huge cock jerking up and down, splattering spunk over Antonius, while the crowd burst into hysterical cheering.

As Tarquin's ejaculation became just a dribble of spunk, Antonius rolled over onto his side, moaning and clutching at his anus, while his legs jerk fitfully.

As Antonius rolled over onto his side, no one was surprised to see that the 'randy' boy has another stonking big 'hard-on'.

While the crowd continued to applaud Tarquin for his spectacular and vicious rape of young Antonius, others in the crowd, who had noticed Antonius' big, stiff cock, were calling for the boy to be 'jerked-off'.

Tarquin, of course, was only too willing to oblige and , kneeling on one leg on the sand, he pulled Antonius up, and draped him over his knee so that the boy's back was arched, with his hips held high.

'What the fuck now ?', Antonius grunted, as he struggled, balanced on Tarquin's knee, with his cock, which was now magnificently stiff, standing almost vertically.

'I'm gonna 'jerk you off' !', Tarquin replied laconically, grabbing hold of his friend's stiff, twitching prick, 'An' after that, I think we're finished with wanking an' fuckin'' !', and with that he started pulling Antonius' foreskin up and down over his friend's bulging, shiny 'knob'.

'Toss me off really well !', Antonius grunted quietly, as he pushed his hips up against Tarquin's downward 'stroke'. 'If I've gotta be 'jerked-off' in front of all these fuckin' cunts, at least make me 'cum' real strong !'.

'Well at least fuckin' shout and complain a bit, Ant !', Tarquin said quietly to his squirming, naked friend. 'This is supposed to be humiliating punishment ! Your 'e not supposed to be having a fuckin' good time' ! An' don't fuckin' cum too quickly - make it last - for the crowd !'

Antonius nodded, between groans.

'Shit ! Don't fuckin' toss me off, you cunt !', Antonius shouted, following Tarquin's advice, and trying to grab at Tarquin's hand that was pulling at his cock. 'Not in front of the fuckin' crowd ! Don't fuckin' humiliate me ! Please !'.

Now Antonius had the problem of trying not to 'cum' too quickly. While Tarquin pulled deftly at his foreskin, sending waves of pleasure down his stiff 'shaft' to his jiggling balls and twitching 'cock-root', Antonius went through his wrestling training, trying to remember all the holds in order to distract himself from the skilful stimulation that Tarquin was giving to his gleaming 'helmet'.

'Oh shit ! I can't take any more !', Antonius blurted out after Tarquin had been 'working' on his 'knob' for some considerable time, which was good, because the crowd thought he couldn't cope with the humiliation of being publicly 'tossed-off', whereas Antonius meant that he was have difficulty in stopping himself 'cumming'.

'Watch out ! I'm fuckin' cummin' !', Antonius finally groaned, warning Tarquin to move his face clear if he wanted to avoid a face-full of spunk. Then Antonius' stomach muscles tensed, his dangling balls pulled right up to his crotch, his 'cock-root' and anus started twitching rhythmically, and spunk exploded from his gaping 'cock-slit', as his thick, creamy 'boy-juice' splashed all over his taught, sweaty belly.

Tarquin then dropped Antonius, who was still groaning and squirting spunk over himself, unceremoniously onto the sand and stood up.

Tarquin then went over to where Antonius was lying, grabbed hold of the boy's hair and pulled him up so that he was sitting on the sand. Tarquin then grabbed hold of Antonius' legs and placed them together, with the young lad's legs crossed at the ankles.

'What the fuck's goin' on ?', Antonius asked, looking up with a puzzled expression at his young friend.

Tarquin bent down and grabbed hold of Antonius' hair.

'We don't need that big, stupid 'hard-on' any more, now that the crowd have seen you 'cum' a couple of times !', Tarquin told Antonius, coldly. Then, before Antonius could guess what was about to happen, Tarquin stamped on his young opponent's crotch, instantly crushing the poor boy's balls.

'Shit ! My fuckin' bollocks ! What the fuck are you doin' ?', Antonius squealed, as he doubled up, with his cock rapidly going limp, and clutching at his groin.

While Antonius lay on the sand, dribbling spunk, Tarquin suddenly 'changed his tune' and turned on the naked boy. 'This is not just a sex session !', Tarquin told Antonius, firmly. 'You submitted, so you've lost the fuckin' fight, an' you've been humiliated by being fucked an' cummin' - but you enjoyed that too much - an' now I've gotta give you a fuckin' beatin', an' then we'll see what the crowd think.'

Now the truth finally dawned on Antonius, and he realized that he'd have to fight Tarquin, and it would either be him or Tarquin who would leave the arena alive.

Immediately Antonius got to his knees, intent on jumping on Tarquin and either breaking his neck or strangling him, and he didn't care if the arena-guards then mutilated and killed him slowly afterwards. All he wanted was to take his revenge on Tarquin.

Tarquin, however, was ready for him, and instantly kicked Antonius in the chest, winding him and sending him sprawling onto his back on the sand.

Now the crowd were really cheering, because the fight seemed to have started up again. The referee and the arena-guards didn't intervene at this point, because they could see that this renewed fighting was popular with the crowd, and that Tarquin seemed to have the situation well in hand.

While Antonius was lying on the sand, desperately struggling to get his breath, Tarquin went over to him, went down on one knee and pulled up Antonius' right leg, holding it high and wide.

'Fuck no ! Please !', Antonius gasped, but it was no use, and Tarquin immediately punched his helpless, naked opponent in the balls. 'You cunt ! My fuckin' bollocks !', Antonius gasped as he squirmed obscenely on the sand with Tarquin still holding him by his leg.

Tarquin then let go of Antonius' leg, and pulled the groaning boy up off the sand. After being hit in his testicles, Antonius could now barely stand, but this didn't stop Tarquin putting a vicious 'arm-lock' on Antonius' left arm. 'No ! Don't fuckin' do this, Tark !', Antonius groaned, as Tarquin grabbed his free, right arm. Tarquin then lifted Antonius' right arm, against the joint, high above the struggling boy's head.

'No ! Don't !', Antonius shrieked, as there was a horrible crunching sound as the boy's arm was dislocated at the shoulder. While the crowd cheered, Tarquin let go of Antonius' arm, and the arm fell down, flopping limply at the moaning boy's side.

'You cunt ! You've broken my fuckin arm !', Antonius groaned bending forward and gazing in disbelief at his limp, useless arm.

While Tarquin stood looking at his helpless boyfriend, one of the arena-slaves came over and handed him a thick wooden baton.

'Here ! Use this. You're little boy-friend seems to like it up the bum. See if he can take this.'

Seeing the baton, Antonius started to back away, as if he were going to try and escape from the arena.

'No ! Not that ! Not up my fuckin' bum-hole ! You can't use that, Tark. !', Antonius moaned pitifully, with tears in his eyes for the first time.

Tarquin ignored Antonius. 'Turn round an' fuckin bend over ! We've gotta keep the crowd happy !', Tarquin ordered.

'Fuck the crowd !', Antonius screamed, 'You're not pushin' that up my bum !'. With that Antonius had sealed his fate. Having insulted the crowd there was no way they would spare him, and they would now demand his mutilation and death, and even Grachus, the Master of the Games, would not be able to save him.

Despite his defiance, Tarquin roughly got hold of young Antonius and pushed his head down.

'No don't' ! Please Tark !', Antonius whimpered, unable to resist his friend now that he could only use one arm, and was still incapacitated by the hit he had received to his balls.

While the crowd cheered him on, Tarquin pushed Antonius right down so that he could get a good view of the boy's quivering, tight little anus.

'Ok, Ant ! Let's see if you can take this !', Tarquin said, sneering, as he rammed the thick baton into Antonius' exposed anus. 'Shit ! My fuckin' bum-hole !', Antonius squealed, his shriek being loud enough to be heard over the cheers and laughter of the crowd.

Tarquin had managed to get about five inches of the baton into Antonius' rectum in his first thrust.

With Antonius squealing all the time, Tarquin then started twisting the baton as he prepared to push it in even further. 'Relax your 'ring', you stupid cunt !', Tarquin barked at Antonius as he struggled to get more of the baton into Antonius' rectum. 'Fuck ! No ! Your 'e pushing it up into my fuckin' guts ! Your gonna fuckin' kill me, Tark !', Antonius squealed, as Tarquin pushed about another five inches into the poor struggling boy.

Now Antonius had a baton as thick, if not thicker than the biggest cock, and about a meter long.

Tarquin then tried to fuck Antonius with the baton, but the lack of lubrication made this practically impossible, so he just left it poking obscenely from between the whimper boy's trembling buttocks.

Antonius, once he was fully impaled with the baton, was frightened to stand upright, in case he injured himself internally, so he just stood there, bent over with the baton obscenely poking out of his arse.

'Fuckin' help me Tarquin ! It's gone right up inside me !', Antonius moaned, but Tarquin was not interested in helping him, and instead forced his young friend to turn, little by little, so that the crowd in all parts of the arena could get a good look at the horribly impaled boy.

What everybody did notice was that, despite the hit to his groin that he had taken, Antonius was getting erect once again.

'I told you he liked it up the bum !', commented the arena-guard, was standing quite near Tarquin and had given Tarquin the baton in the first place, and who had also noticed Antonius getting 'hard'.

'I told you we were finished with wanking and 'jerking-off' !, Tarquin said to Antonius, with a grin, and with that he pulled Antonius upright by his hair and then grabbed the boy's shoulders.

'Fuck no ! Not in the balls again !', Antonius squealed as Tarquin rammed his knee into the naked, screaming boy's groin.

Antonius didn't go down, which was surprising, but instead doubled up, groaning and hysterically clutching with one hand at his battered, swollen testicles.

While the crowd laughed and cheered, they could see the whimpering lad's prick droop, then go limp and finally shrink until it became like a tiny, wrinkled sausage drooping over the boy's one good hand, which was still frantically working on his mangled balls.

'I think you'd better take it out, just in case he gets 'horny' again !', the referee advised Tarquin, referring to the baton which was still poking out of Antonius' arse, 'And then give him some punishment for getting a 'hard-on', and then you can get his second submission, and you can go for a decision from the crowd.'

As Antonius was still bent over, Tarquin simply held the boy steady with one hand and pulled at the baton with the other. Antonius squealed, but the baton wouldn't budge, probably because of the lack of lubrication and the fact that Tarquin had rammed it in so deeply.

'Here ! Let me help !', the arena-slave offered. This time Tarquin held Antonius firmly from one side, round the moaning boy's waist, while the arena-slave used both hands to yank the baton out.

Finally the baton slowly emerged from the groaning boy's 'hole'. It was shit-stained down most of its length, but bloodied at the tip, so it had obviously done Antonius some internal damage.

Once the baton came out, the arena-slave threw it away disdainfully, while Antonius collapsed, moaning, onto the sand, still clutching with his one good hand at his reddened, swollen balls.

Tarquin wasn't quite sure how to punish Antonius for getting a 'hard-on', and decide in the end to give the crowd some 'light relief'.

Going down on the sand again, he draped Antonius, belly down, over one knee.

'No more, Tark. Please no more !', Antonius pleaded pathetically, fearing that Tarquin might have put him backside-up so that he could stick the baton up him once again. Instead, much to his surprise, he felt a hard slap on his buttocks. The crowd immediately erupted into gales of laughter as Tarquin proceeded to repeatedly slap Antonius' bum, as if he had been a naughty boy. Tarquin was not playing, however, and soon Antonius was squealing and squirming yet again, as he was given a viciously hard spanking.

When the crowd's laughter subsided, and Tarquin realised that they had had enough, he tossed Antonius onto the sand, and stood up, preparing to go for the final submission.

By then Antonius had got to his knees, and was rubbing his sore and reddened backside, which got the crowd giggling again.

Now Tarquin, who was getting quite 'hard' at the thought of his next move, stood to one side of his naked opponent, and grabbed Antonius by his hair . Tarquin's right then hand went down to the startled boy's plump, hairless balls.

'No Tark ! Not my fuckin bollocks again !', Antonius moaned, as Tarquin tightened his grip on the squirming boy's testicles. Tarquin then started twisting and pulling Antonius smooth, bulging scrotum.

'Come on, Ant ! Give now ! There's nothing else you can do !', Tarquin growled, as he pulled and twisted more and more forcefully.

'Fuck ! No ! - I won't give, an' then you can't go to the crowd an' have me fuckin' killed !', Antonius replied, groaning horribly with each twist and pull. For some stupid reason Antonius thought that if he didn't 'give', Tarquin couldn't go to the crowd for a decision as to wether or not he should be 'finished-off'.

'Ok ! have it your way !', Tarquin replied, and with that he twisted Antonius' scrotum so hard that the thin skin holding Antonius bulky testicles began to rip.

'Shit ! No !', Antonius squealed, but by then it was too late, as the veins in his scrotum, and the spermatic cords had begun to rupture and tear.

'I give ! - I fuckin' give !', Antonius screamed, but at that moment his scrotum was ripped from his smooth, hairless groin, coming away in Tarquin's tightly clenched fist, and young Antonius instantly became a naked eunuch.

'Cunt !', Antonius squealed hysterically, starring in horror at his own testicles which Tarquin was holding up to him triumphantly, 'My fuckin bollocks ! You ripped off my fuckin' bollocks !'.

Groaning horribly, the castrated, naked lad dropped to his knees, and then sat on the sand. Tarquin then handed the hysterical boy his severed scrotum.

'There you are, Antonius. A memento of your days of fuckin' and wankin' !' Tarquin said cruelly, as Antonius took his severed 'parts' in his one good hand.

'Thank you Tarquin.' Antonius said, pathetically, so shocked that he didn't realize what a stupid thing it was to say. 'Why did you do it ? Why me ? I really loved you !', He then asked, desperately try to hold back the tears.

'No you didn't !', Tarquin replied, coldly. 'You just like being fucked up the bum, an' I had a big cock, so you chose me to do it.'

At that reply Antonius started sobbing, while the crowd looked, fascinated by the two boy's conversation.

Then someone in the crowd broke the spell by calling for Antonius to be 'finished-off', and soon he was joined by most of the spectators in the crowd.

'No, don't kill me !', Antonius sobbed, looking up pleadingly at Tarquin.

'Look, Antonius. You got no bollocks now ! You're a fuckin eunuch ! You can't fuck or wank, or even get 'hard' ! Your bleedin' up in your guts, an' your bleeding to death from your crotch ! An' anyway, who wants a boy-wrestler with no balls ? Your 'e fuckin' finished Ant, and you've only got yourself to blame 'cause you wouldn't submit ! So now I've got to kill you !'

Not wanting any more talk from Antonius, Tarquin then decided to get on with 'finishing' his once-time lover.

Tarquin once again pulled Antonius up by his hair so that the naked boy was sitting on the sand.

'I'll make it quick, Ant, so you wont' feel much.' Tarquin said, trying to reassure his terrified friend.

By now Antonius was shaking all over from fear, and there were a few little dribbles of piss from his now tiny, wrinkled prick as he struggled to control his bladder.

'How are you goin' to do it ?', Antonius asked resignedly, probably trying to 'spin things out' with question to put off the final moment.

'I'm gonna break your neck, like this !', Tarquin replied and, as he finished speaking, he grabbed hold of Antonius' head with both hands.

'Fuck ! No !', Antonius squealed, as Tarquin twisted the naked young boy's head violently to the left.

Tarquin immediately let go, expecting Antonius' body to flop down onto the sand, twitching and jerking as he died. Instead, Antonius stayed kneeling upright. As Antonius slowly turned his head back, to face forwards, he farted loudly. Then piss sprayed from his obscenely jerking prick, which was becoming erect again, despite his castration, - liquid shit squirted down between his legs onto the sand underneath him, and blood began to trickle from his gaping mouth.

'I'm not fuckin' dead ! Fuckin' finish me !', Antonius gurgled, as blood frothed up out of his mouth.

'Help me to die ! I'm in agony ! Finish me ! Please !', the naked, castrated boy spluttered as he held up his one good hand, in which he was still holding his severed testicles.

To the jeers of the crowd, Tarquin immediately grabbed hold of Antonius head and gave it another, vicious twist, so that the poor lad's head was practically back to front. Antonius grunted and farted loudly, and this time there was a resounding crack, indicating that the naked boy's head was well and truly broken.

When Tarquin let go, Antonius' turned his head round to its normal position, staring at Tarquin with a horrified, contorted expression on his face.

'Cunt ! I'm fucked !', he groaned, as his eyes widened in terror, and blood gushed out of his mouth. He dropped his severed balls onto the sand, and his hand, now free, grabbed frantically for his cock, which was now jerking up and quite 'stiff'. It looked like he was going to wank, but it was just a reflex action, like his erection, and he probably wasn't even conscious at his point. Then the naked boy's head flopped down on his chest at an impossible angle.

The twitching body stayed sitting upright for a few moments, as it continued to noisily defecate and urinate on the sand, with its belly muscles going into spasms and its shoulders slowly drooping. Then the naked boy toppled backwards, and to one side, landing on the sand in a disorganised heap. For a few more moments the legs, and the one good arm twitched and jerked spasmodically while the corpse continued to fart, and foul the sand with excrement and urine.

Finally the body lay still, and Tarquin raised his arms in a sign of victory.

The crowd, of course, cheered, but the cheers were a little muted because of Tarquin's bungled kill of his helpless opponent.

The referee then motioned for Tarquin to go up to the podium, to receive his prize from Grachus, the Mater of the Games.

Meanwhile, Antonius' mutilated, naked, stinking corpse was dragged by its legs to the side of the arena by two slaves, and other slaves busied themselves with shovelling up the disgusting mess of excrement and urine soaked sand, which were the result of young Antonius' repulsive and ignominious death.

When Tarquin returned to the locker-room, naked and sweaty, and still sporting a sizeable erection, he met with a cold reception.

Many of the other wrestlers knew that Tarquin had tricked Antonius into 'taking a dive', and realized that Antonius was not smart enough to understand what was really going on.

To make matters worse, it was common knowledge that Tarquin and Antonius were friends and lovers, and they couldn't understand how Tarquin could abuse and humiliate his friend by not only tricking him into 'giving' the fight, but also impaling his young friend up his back-side with a baton, spanking him and finally castrating him.

Most of Tarquin's friends thought that he could have beaten Antonius fairly, and without pandering so much to the crowd by obscenely abusing and humiliating his friend with moves that were not part of a normal wrestling bout.

As for Antonius, later his corpse was hung from the arena-wall, and the severed, bloody testicles were strung round the corpse's neck.

As a final humiliation, the arena-slaves also desecrated the bloody, shit-stained corpse by cutting off the now tiny little penis, and stuffing it in the mouth of the corpse, so that it poked out obscenely between the bluish, swollen lips.

At the end of the Games, Antonius' corpse, along with the other bodies of those that had been killed during the day, was cut down from the arena-wall and dragged to the Spoilarium. Those bodies that were still clothed in any loincloths, belts or boots were completely stripped, and the equipment returned to the Gladiatorial and Wrestling schools, but of course Antonius' body was already stark naked.

Then Antonius' corpses, along with the other naked bodies, was butchered, and later the chopped up remains were fed to the animals used in the Public Arena.

Antonius' testicles, and his head, now severed from the body, with the wrinkled little penis still poking obscenely from its lips, and still displaying the horrified, contorted expression he had when his neck was broken, were returned to The Wrestling School.

Antonius' severed head, starring wildly, and with it's penis still poking obscenely from its lips, was put on display in the training area, as a warning to the other wrestlers to be diligent in their training, and was left on show until it rotted away. The severed penis, however disappeared on the first day, as someone obviously wanted it for some probably obscene purpose.

Antonius' severed testicles were given to Tarquin by the owner of the Wrestling School, as a grisly trophy of his victory in the arena. Tarquin took his one-time lover's testicles the local market, and had a leather-worker turn Antonius' neat little hairless 'ball-bag' into a small money pouch. Tarquin would then show this purse to his friends in the Wrestling School, as he recounted the story of his triumph over Antonius in the arena.

Antonius' few possessions - some brief loincloths, a couple of tunics, a pair of sandals, and a few rough, clay statues of the gods that he prayed to were given to Tarquin, - the 'spoils of battle' going to the victor.

Tarquin, of course, soon found a new boy-fiend, and Antonius, with the exception of his 'ball-bag', was forgotten - just another nameless victim who had been obscenely abused and killed horrifically in the arena for the 'amusement of the Roman crowd.

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