Grachus had been in a dilemma about Vindrex.

He had first bought the young Gaul from an Army tribune, who had acquired the boy after a skirmish in Gaul.

Initially Gracchus had considered Vindrex too valuable a commodity to be thrown away in a fight in the arena. Instead, Gracchus had reserved the 'well-endowed' virile young Gaul for his occasional sex shows in the arena.

Such shows, however, were often a problem, as the authorities, at regular intervals, thought it expedient to enforce what they considered to be 'public morality', with the result that Gracchus would find his arena closed down for a number of weeks. The result was that Vindrex was underused, and when Gracchus hit a slump in arena attendance, as a result of an economic downturn, he had to consider how he could raise the public profile of his shows without having problems with the censor.

As a result he decided to put on some shows mainly featuring combats, (gladiators, wrestlers and boxers), which would feature some really spectacular kills which would become the talk of the city.

To this end he decided to dispense with Vindrex, in the knowledge that the crowd always enjoyed seeing a Gaul, one of the traditional enemies of Rome, being very soundly, brutally and publicly defeated.

Realizing that this would almost certainly be Vindrex last appearance, Gracchus decided, before the fight between Vindrex and Lucian took place in the arena, that the young Gaul should be shown off close up and naked, as a special 'treat' before some of his rich, patrician (aristocratic) friends.

This was not the usual practice, but Vindrex was a handsome young Gaul, and the patricians wanted to get a good look at him, close up, before he was killed in the arena.

The reason why the patricians would be so interested in getting a good look at the young Gaul, of course, was that Gauls, unlike Latins, had very pale, creamy skin, and red or 'ginger' hair, and as Vindrex was displayed naked, the voyeuristic patricians were particularly interested in seeing his 'ginger' body-hair.

Once the 'private viewing' was over, Vindrex was returned to the fighter's 'locker-room', where he was clothed in his backless loincloth (rather like a modern 'jock-strap'), and metal studded, leather arm-guards, but no sandals or boots. Vindrex's opponent was a slightly older youth, called Lucian.

Lucian was a Sabian, and was one of Gracchus' most successful fighters.

For the fight, Lucian wore metal studded leather arm-guards, like Vindrex, and tiny leather briefs, supported by a wide, black belt. Under the briefs Lucian wore a stiff, leather 'crotch-protector'. Significantly, Lucian also wore black, leather boots.

The Gaul, of course, had to loose the fight – as there was no way that the crowd would stand for a barbarian Gaul beating a Latin 'boy', and it was for this reason that the relatively inexperienced Vindrex had been matched with the very experienced, and very strong Lucian. Also, just to make sure that things would go Lucian's way, the young Latin had been given a 'crotch protector' and boots, whereas Vindrex only had a loose-fitting loincloth to protect his vital parts, and fought bare-foot

Like most fights, this fight started with a lengthy period of nervous sparring.

It must be remembered that fights in the arena, unlike modern combat sports, involved fighting with bare knuckles and were not encumbered with rules regarding 'low-blows', so often the first few punches or kicks that were landed could decide a fight. It was not surprising, therefore, that fighters took their time to size up an opponent, and were hesitant to commit themselves.

Despite his inexperience, once the two pankration fighters started trading punches Vindrex put on quite a good show, and Lucian was even forced to back away as the young Gaul launched a powerful attack.

Sensing that he could easily succumb to a lucky punch from Vindrex, Lucian took the obvious step, and subdued his energetic young opponent with a vicious knee to the young Gaul's crotch.

Vindrex, of course, was not wearing any protection, and so his testicles were severely crushed as Lucian's knee slammed into his groin.

“Shit ! My bollocks !”, Vindrex immediately squealed, as he instinctively doubled up. The poor lad was taken completely by surprise by Lucian's rather underhand move, and was left standing whimpering, with his legs together, clutching at the mangled pouch of his tiny loincloth.

“Fuck ! I'm fuckin' bollocked !”, Vindrex grunted to Lucian, as his well-muscled opponent stood over him, arms akimbo. “I don't think I can go on !”

At that point Lucian could have well laid into his helpless opponent and 'finished' him then and there, but that would have made a very short fight, and neither the crowd, nor Gracchus would have been pleased.

“Ok, son ! Give the fight to me – I'll mess about with you a bit, to keep the punters happy – 'a, with a bit of luck, they'll let you leave here in one piece !”

“Ok ! - But take it easy on me – please – 'cause if they think I'm too badly injured they'll want me 'finished-off' !”

Vindrex then dramatically went down onto his knees, rather theatrically begging for mercy from Lucian, while the crowd roared and clapped rhythmically with approval.

In response, Lucian went behind Vindrex and put the lad into a very professional, wrestler's neck-lock. This was done to expose the young Gaul's excellent physique, with his ridged abdominals slim waist, flared latissimus dorsi, and smooth,shiny pectorals. Vindrex struggled, in a rather sexually provocative manner, obviously trying to get the approval of the crowd, while Lucian tightened his grip.

Vindrex needn't have been provocative, however, because Lucian soon reached down and untied the young Gaul's loincloth.

“Oh shit, no ! Not that !” Vindrex grunted, when he felt his genitals drop down, as the supporting loincloth fell away.

It was difficult to understand,however, why Vindrex was complaining. He had,after all agreed to let Lucian 'mess around' with him, and that could only mean physical and probably sexual 'abuse', and for that the crowd would expect, and in fact demand that he be naked, for that is what they paid to see.

“Shit, no !”, Vindrex exclaimed, as he managed to wriggle out of Lucian's grip. “Don't pull it off completely !”.

Lucian had managed to untie the straps which passed under the boy's buttocks, which were intended to hold the pouch securely, in the front, but the waist-band was still in place.

“Ok !”, Lucian snarled, and pulled the waist-band up over Vindrex's head. The dangling straps he tied round the root of the Gallic boy's genitals.

Lucian then forced Vindrex down onto his hands and knees.

“Oh no !, Don't do this !”, Vindrex moaned, realizing that he was going to be raped.

If you want to get out of here alive – just kneel there and take it !”, Lucian said laconically, as he pulled off his tiny black leather briefs. As he stripped off, and his huge, stiff penis jerked up, the crowd cheered in approval, happy to see the young Gaul – seen as an enemy of Rome - being humiliated.

Now while a modern audience may have seen this performance as simply a piece of voyeuristic pornography, a Roman crowd, whilst obviously enjoying the sexual nature of the encounter, would see it more as a gesture symbolising the humiliation of the Gallic people by the virile power of Rome. Being a 'phallocentric' society,

The Romans equated sexual domination and penetration with military and political dominance.

The subsequent results of this rape, however, were somewhat more vulgar and sexually gratuitous. Being a homosexually inclined young lad, and having been plied with aphrodisiacs and stimulants before the fight, it was not surprising that Vindrex became hopelessly aroused as a result of being roughly penetrated by his virile opponent, Lucian.

While Lucian got up off his knees and replaced his 'crotch-protector', brief, black leather trunks and studded belt, young Vindrex got up off the sand sporting a tremendous erection.

Seeing how aroused his young, red-haired opponent was, Lucian curtly told him to masturbate.

“Give the punters what they want to see - and 'toss-off' !” Lucian ordered, as Vindrex looked down at his own huge, jerking organ.

Vindrex, facing Lucian, grabbed hold of the swollen 'head' of his incredibly stiff penis, and started pulling at his straining foreskin. The crowd were, by then, cheering on the smooth, pale young Gaul. While not a symbolically significant as the previous rape, a defeated fighter 'abusing' himself was almost equally humiliating for the fighter, and was much appreciated and enjoyed by the crowd, who found the whole performance incredibly funny.

After a few minutes Vindrex began to grimace as he belly went taught and his heavy scrotum pulled up to his hairy groin. “Oh shit !”, he groaned, and the arena-slave mediately realised that the boy was about to have an orgasm.

Wanting to make a show of the boy's climax, two of the arena-slaves grabbed hold of Vindrex arms so that he would not be able to hold his penis as he ejaculated. This produced a dramatic show, as Vindrex thrust his hips forwards as his penis jerked violently, as it squirted outa series of spurts of thick, creamy semen, which splashed spectacularly onto the sand in front of him.

This, however, was not enough for the crowd, and soon they were calling for the young Gaul to be raped for a second time.

“Fuck the little cunt again !” - “Bugger the dirty little fucker ! “ - “Bum the young tosser again !” , and such like.

Lucian, of course, needed very little encouragement, and ordered the arena slaves to sit Vindrex on the sand and fold him over, so that Lucian could 'enter' him from the front.

“Oh no ! Don't bugger me again !”, Vindrex groaned, as his feet were pushed over his head, and his anus was exposed.

Lucian then pulled off his black leather trunks, studded belt and 'crotch-protector and, for the second time, he rammed his huge, erect penis into the squirming young Gaul.

“Fuck – no ! - I can't take it !”, Vindrex moaned, as he felt Lucian penetrate him far more deeply than before – this time because Lucian was penetrating him from the front. Lucian, ho was well known for being rather repulsively oversexed, thrust deeply and repeatedly into the poor Gaul before eventually pulling his penis of of Vindrex's anus, and squirting his semen over the struggling boy's chest and belly as the crowd cheered. The arena-slaves then pulled Vindrex to his knees, while Lucian stuffed his bulging, unruly genitals back into his 'crotch-protector' and black leather trunks. Lucian then knelt down and removed Vindrex's metal studded, leather arm-guards. The crowd, seeing Vindrex stripped completely naked, were then pretty sure that Lucian intended to eventually 'finish-off' Vindrex, although the naive Gaul was probably not aware of his imminent demise at that point.

Far from thinking about the possibility of being killed in the arena, Vindrex main preoccupation as he was being stripped seem to about sex, as he was sporting another huge erection after having been buggered.

The crowd, who were cheering as Vindrex was divested of his arm-guards, then started calling for the red-haired boy to 'abuse' himself again.

“Make the horny cunt wank !” - “Get the fuckin' tosser to jerk-off again !” and other such bawdy comments were shouted out by the crowd.

“Go on then ! You heard them !”, Lucian told his now totally naked opponent, as the young, and highly aroused Gaul slowly got to his feet.

Even as Vindrex straightened himself up he already had his right hand on his penis,and without any further encouragement he started jerking his foreskin up and down on his glans (penis-head). While Lucian, with a big grin on his face, stood watching his naked opponent, the crowd cheered on the young Gaul. This time none of the arena slaves grabbed hold of Vindrex when he had his orgasm, and the young lad was allowed to hang on to his penis as he splattered the sand in front of him with his semen.

With the crowd cheering, Vindrex sunk to his knees as he was overcome by strength his orgasm. He did not realise, however, that that was the last orgasm that he would ever have.

Not that Lucian was going to 'finish' him off there and then.

Instead, there would be a period of genital torture, (referred to by the plebians as 'ball-torture'), which would probably cause Vindrex to wish that he had been 'finished-off'.

While Vindrex was still kneeling on the sand, panting, Lucian ordered the arena-slaves to tie Vindrex's hands behind his back.

“Oh no, please ! Don't torture me – just ask the crowd to let me go – please, Lucian !”, Vindrex moaned, as the slaves tied him up so that he was unable to defend himself.

In response, Lucian turned to the crowd.

“Do you want to show him mercy ?”, Lucian shouted to the crowd.

Predictably, they roared back “No !”, and some added other comments - “Rip the cunt's bollocks off !” - “Break the tossers back !” - “Ring the wanker's neck !” etc.

“Please don't do this !”, Vindrex pleaded, while Lucian picked up Vindrex's discarded loincloth from the sand. He then tied one of the straps of the loincloth to the naked Gallic boy's dangling scrotum.

The result was that Vindrex immediately developed a strong erection as, while the blood supply could still reach his penis, the returning circulation was restricted, thus engorging his male member.

Lucian then started pulling viciously on Vindrex's cinched testicles.

“Shit – No ! Don't fuckin pull 'em off !”, Vindrex squealed, as his scrotum was stretched, and his penis swelled and jerked.

The crowd, predictably, cheered, but also laughed each time Vindrex shuffled towards Lucian to take the strain of his horribly stretched scrotum, while Lucian simply moved away a little to retain the tension.

“Shit ! Stop ! You're gonna pull 'em off !”, Vindrex screamed as his testicles started to darken and swell.

“Ok, tie him to the wall by his arms and legs !”, Lucian ordered the arena-slaves, as he realized that the crowd were getting bored,and wanted to see a new kind of torture.

Vindrex was tied sitting on the sand with his arms and legs tied to rings set into the arena wall. His legs were spread wide, with his crotch completely exposed, and still sporting a prominent erection.

“Please no ! Spare me !”, Vindrex whined, as Lucian approached him, menacingly. “Don't kick me there !”, he moaned, presumably referring to his completely exposed crotch and genitals. It was to Vindrex's groin, however, that Lucian was looking, intent on torturing and disabling the boy with some vicious, sexual torture. By then Vindrex was terrified, trembling and pulling at the ropes that held his legs wide and his arms against the arena wall, and all he could see were the huge, heavy, black leather boots that were slowly approaching him. The crowd were all waiting expectantly, watching Vindrex squirm helplessly - knowing that when Lucian 'put the boot in' that would be the beginning of the end for the young Gaul.

Vindrex was squealing, “NO ! Not my fuckin' bollocks !”, as Lucian pulled back his booted foot and then 'let fly'.

The big, heavy boot slammed into the naked young Gaul's crotch, and the poor boy's testicles were rammed up into his hairy groin, while his semi-stiff penis, which sprayed out some urine, slapped up against his sweaty, trembling belly.

“CUNT ! My fuckin' bollocks !”, the squirming young Gaul squealed, as the crowd cheered and laughed, as they watched the naked boy writhe up off the sand.

“I'm fucked !”, Vindrex groaned, as his buttocks slapped back onto the urine spattered sand, with his bruised scrotum flopping back down into its normal position, while he struggled to free himself from the ropes.

Then - “No ! Plea... !” was blurted out by the hysterical boy as Lucian kicked him in the groin for a second time, ramming the boy's already mangled testicles right up into his convulsing belly.

Two more kicks, which further pulverised the poor lad's testicles, were enough to knock all the fight out of the young Gaul, and Lucian then ordered the arena-slaves to untie the limp, groaning boy.

Because of the kicking that he had received, the young Gaul had almost completely lost the use of his legs.

At first he managed to totter away from the arena wall, clutching frantically at his bruised testicles, while he urinated uncontrollably and farted repeatedly as he left a trail of excrement on the arena sand.

After a few moments, however,his legs gave way completely.

“Please,Lucian – no more !”,he groaned, as he squatted on the sand, still urinating and holding onto his swollen scrotum.

Vindrex then ordered the arena slaves to pull Vindrex up onto his knees.

”Please ! Mercy !”, Vindrex groaned, but it was to no avail.

Two of the arena-slaves held the young Gaul by his arms, while Lucian bent down and grabbed the naked boy's already badly injured testicles.

“Please, no ! Not my bollocks again !”, Vindrex groaned, but Lucian ignored the poor lad, and started to twist and pull at the boy's scrotum.

“Shit ! - My balls ! - No more ! - Please !”, Vindrex screamed.

By this time the crowd were still applauding and cheering, but with a little less enthusiasm, as it was obvious that watching a boy having his genitals tortured could only hold the crowds attention for a certain time before boredom set in.

In less than a minute Vindrex was as limp as a rag, and on the verge of passing out, so Lucian ordered the arena-slaves to lie the boy on his back, with his legs spread and raised. Lucian then took a thick, wooden baton from one of the arena-slaves. This immediately caught the crowd's attention, as now it seemed that Lucian had switched from the Gaul's genitals to his 'fundament'.

At first Vindrex didn't realise what was happening, but when he felt the end of the baton against his anus he instantly started struggling.

“No ! Not up my fuckin' hole ! For fuck's sake !”, the poor boy squealed frantically, as Lucian slowly twisted and pushed on the baton.

Despite Vindrex's attempts to keep his anus closed,he was unable to resist, and within a few moments his anal 'ring' was slowly spreading to allow the thick baton to enter him. Soon the baton was deeply inserted into the squirming lad's rectum, and the arena-slaves released their grip on the boy's legs.

Slowly Vindrex rolled over and started crawling across the sand, with the twitching baton poking obscenely out of his backside.

“Shit ! It's gone right up me !”, Vindrex moaned, belching loudly and dribbling as he crawled aimlessly, while still clutching at this battered testicles.

Even Gracchus, who always enjoyed watching Lucian perform, was now getting a little bored with the fight, and sent a message down to the arena for the young Gaul to be emasculated and killed.

Ever obedient to his master, Lucian ordered the arena-slaves to pull Vindrex to his knees, and hold him firmly so that he would be completely unable to defend himself.

Lucian then bent down in front of the boy and grabbed hold of Vindrex scrotum.

Vindrex, of course, knew then that his time was up.

“No – please ! Don't do this ! Not my balls !”, Vindrex pleaded, as he looked down to see his penis swell and rise in response to his imminent castration. Lucian's iron grip was already twisting and pulling on the boy's bulging scrotum, and in a few moments the squirming, naked boy's scrotal sack was tearing, as Vindrex groaned and ejaculated. Moments later, as he continued to squirt his thick, creamy seed over the sand, the young Gaul's groan turned to a squeal as Lucian literally ripped off his testicles.

Still squealing, and with blood squirting rhythmically from the testicular artery in his mutilate crotch, Vindrex was immediately forced to bend over by the arena-slaves so that they could extract the baton from the emasculated Gaul's rectum -

(the unpleasant object of this manoeuvre was to allow the crowd to see Vindrex actually defecating on the sand as he was 'finished-off').

The slaves then pulled Vindrex back up onto his knees, and tied the boy's severed testicles round his neck, so that they dangled like some obscene necklace.

“Oh no ! Don't finish me “, Vindrex pleaded, as Lucian came up behind him.

Lucian then grabbed hold of the young eunuch's neck and started to throttle him.

Almost immediately, in sheer terror, Vindrex started to fart and to empty his bowels onto the sand.

“Fuck ! - I'm shittin' !”, Vindrex spluttered, stating the obvious, while the crowd laughed and jeered at him. When Vindrex was half throttled, Lucian abruptly grabbed hold of the boy's head and twisted it violently. There was an audible crunch as the boy's spinal cord snapped. Lucian then released his grip, and Vindrex head flopped over at an impossible angle. “Fuck !”, the naked, sexless young Gaul grunted, and then he fell backwards, onto the sand, dead, but still twitching and farting noisily.

The arena-slaves then cut off the dead Gaul's now limp and useless penis, rammed the baton back up the naked eunuch's anus, and strung the mutilated corpse from the arena wall.

And so ended the first of the Pankration Wrestling bouts.

© copyright Paul Lawrence 2009

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