Gladiators, Pt II

AS A RESULT of Claudius’ surprising victory in the arena, the Emperor threw an olive wreath from his box and a “thumbs down” on Tony’s fate. Claudius raised his trident and before Tony’s horrified eyes, plunged it deep into his naked belly. It was all over for Tony who is dragged out of the arena to prepare it for yet another in the relentless series of contests between the slaves. Claudius wondered who it will be this time. He was confident, yet a deep feeling of terror and apprehension tugged at his gut. How long could he remain on top?

For his next match he is given a metal helmet and a curved pointed knife as his only defense against his adversary. In a moment the gate opened and his opponent springs out before him, equally armed and naked. A prize specimen of young manhood—lean and agile with long wavy black hair. But what attracts Claudius’ attention, and that of most of the crowd, is the obvious sexual endowment of the brute: Two plum-shaped testicles encased in a smooth, hairless sac which hangs down several inches from his crotch, swinging beneath an over-arching perfectly sculptured un-cut cock as he slowly glides toward Claudius in a low crouching position. Both take their position, each seeking the advantage over the other knowing that the slightest miscalculation means a horrible death and probably emasculation.

The two square off. They face each other with hatred and fear in their eyes; their hearts pounding; their bodies glistening with sweat. Marcus takes the first advantage as he swings his knife in a vicious swipe, nearly slicing into Claudius’ trim young belly. But a quick reflex saves him by a hair’s breath. Claudius is quick to return the attack, bringing his own knife in an upward arc targeted at the vulnerable apex between Marcus’ sturdy legs. Oh, to sink his blade deep into those swinging male gonads! But his thrust, too, narrowly misses its mark, just grazing his inner thigh and leaving a thin gash on his smooth flesh.

Tthe injury only serves to enrage Marcus. Like a mad man, he lunges toward Claudius, his arm raised, knife blade glistening in the summer sunlight. A sudden counter-attack by Claudius strikes his arm, knocking his knife from his hand. The desperately grapple, Claudius seeking an opportunity to sink his knife into Marcus’s body; Marcus frantically trying to ward off its sharp edge from his young flesh.

Then it happened: in his over-confidence, Claudius let the knife slip from his fingers. Now they are equal once again. They circle each other, seeking a weakness in the other’s defenses, before they lock up. As their bodies clash violently together, Marcus drives his right knee into the “V” formed by Claudius’s legs. The impact lifts him completely off his feet and Marcus’s thigh slams his balls against his pubes. But Claudius’ crotch and balls have been toughened by years of combat and the low blow has little effect on him. Claudius counters by slamming a fore-fist punch into Marcus’ belly, then another into his solar plexus that sends him reeling backwards gasping for breath. Claudius advanced on Marcus and grabbed him by the hair, yanked him forward, setting him up for an upper cut to the throat. Is fist smashed into Marcus’ Adam’s apple and nearly turned it into apple sauce! When he clutched his throat with both hands and started to strangle, Claudius drove a tiger toe kick straight into his gut that dropped him to all fours. But when Claudius closed in to finish him off with a hammer fist, Marcus swung his hand up and caught Claudius’ nuts with the back of his hand.

Then Marcus grabbed Claudius’ ankle and dropped him onto his back, jarring his body. While he regained his breath, he lunged at the prostrate Claudius and drove his right fist into his groin while he reached for his throat. But Claudius was not out yet. When he was clear of Marcus’ legs, he stood up and used his leg as a lever and flipped Marcus on his ass, his legs spread. Claudius snap-kicked his right heel into Marcus’ vulnerable balls, smashing them into his crotch. He yelped in pain! Slowly he got to his feet and they squared off again.

Claudius and Marcus threw themselves at each other in a deadly clinch, each moving their hands across parts of the other’s body seeking an opening ..Marcus turned suddenly so that his back was to Claudius and took hold of his arm preparing to throw him over his shoulder. However, Claudius was too quick and instead reached around with his left hand and grasped Marcus’ thigh. As they struggled, his hand gradually inched its way upward. Now it was just inches away from his beautiful swinging balls, hot and hanging low in their smooth and hairless bag. Before Marcus knew what was happening, Claudius streaked his hand up and seized all of Marcus’ genitals in his fist and snapped his fingers shut. An animal scream erupted from his throat as he struggled and then realized that there was no escape. Claudius had him where he lived! He reached down to the ground where he had dropped his knife and picked it up with his right hand while keeping his left tightly around the cock and balls of his victim.

Forcing Marcus’ head between his own legs, he lifted him up by his nuts. His fist tightened its grasp around the ballooning testicles and throbbing prick shaft until they protruded obscenely above his fingers. The fist clamped shut between the throbbing orbs and cock and the groin, trapping his manhood. He tightened his grip even more. Now the genitals bulged almost beyond their limit, turning purple with engorged blood. The nuts seems about to burst in their straining sac while the cock-head poked out from beneath its foreskin, the glans shiny and stretched. Blood vessels stuck out along the stiff shaft. Marcus now found his voice and screamed his lungs out, his head trapped between Claudius’ tight thighs. Claudius’ own balls were nestled tight against Marcus’ chin, his cock curled around his throat. Marcus desperately tried to reach them with his teeth, but he could not quite maneuver the nuts into his mouth.

As Claudius pulled poor Marcus even higher off the g round by his genitals, the cords and skin stretched to their breaking point and threatened to tear loose. His belly heaved. Frantically he clawed at Claudius, his left hand grasping Claudius’ buttocks while his right arm desperately tried to fend off the deadly curved knife. Claudius raised his right arm and brought the wickedly-curved dagger down across the defenseless genitals. Marcus shrieked as he felt the sharp point penetrate the sac and slice through his manhood. He lost control of his bladder and bowels as his right testicle and bag was sliced in half. A second slice severed both balls and shaft as he fell to the dirt in a shower of blood and squirted sperm. His hands feebly reached for his empty crotch as he looked up at the victorious Claudius standing spread-legged above him. In envy he looked at Claudius’ marvelous intact genitals swaying from his groin. The Emperor turned thumbs-down. He dispatched Marcus by ripping his throat open. Claudius had won his second match!

(To be concluded)