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A D AY AT T H E G A M E S A B RIEF STUDY OF ROM AN POPU LAR CULTUR E
Roman civilisation, a cultural milieu which we mainly take for granted as the second of the two foundations of Western culture, Greece & Rome. What divides the Romans from our contemporary society is the institution of slavery, which enabled them to categorise huge numbers of individuals as 'non-people' who could be obscenely abused and treated with ultimate cruelty – for the amusement and sadistic satisfaction of their masters.
INTRODUCTION The Roman priesthood, rituals, festivals and customs all had their origins with the Etruscans, and it was only during the Republic that these primitive aspects of Roman civilisation were modified by the importation of Greek ideas and ideals. The Roman gods became associated with the ancient Greek deities, and the rude, ugly Etruscan temples were rebuilt as classically proportioned, Hellenic style shrines. It is therefore conjectured that the custom of gladiatorial combat, rather than being Etruscan in origin, also originated with the Greek settlers in southern Italy. The earliest known Roman gladiator schools (ludi) were in Campania. Tomb frescoes from Paestum (4th century BCE) show paired fighters, with helmets, spears and shields, in a propitiatory funeral blood-rite that anticipates early Roman gladiator games. Compared to these images, supporting evidence from Etruscan tomb-paintings is tentative and late. The Paestum frescoes may represent the continuation of a much older tradition, acquired or inherited from Greek colonists of the 8th century BCE. Livy dates the earliest Roman gladiator games to 264 BCE, in the early stages of Rome's First Punic War against Carthage. Decimus Iunius Brutus Scaeva had three gladiator pairs fight to the death in Rome's 'cattle market' Forum (Forum Boarium) to honour his dead father, Brutus Pera.
This is described as munus (plural munera): a commemorative duty owed the manes of a dead ancestor by his descendants. The gladiator type used (according to a single, later source), was Thracian. but the development of the munus and its gladiator types was most strongly influenced by Samnium's support for Hannibal and subsequent punitive expeditions by Rome and her Campanian allies; the earliest and most frequently mentioned type was the Samnite. The war in Samnium, immediately afterwards, was attended with equal danger and an equally glorious conclusion. The enemy, besides their other warlike preparation, had made their battle-line to glitter with new and splendid arms. There were two corps: the shields of the one were inlaid with gold, of the other with silver... The Romans had already heard of these splendid accoutrements, but their generals had taught them that a soldier should be rough to look on, not adorned with gold and silver but putting his trust in iron and in courage. The Dictator, as decreed by the senate, celebrated a triumph, in which by far the finest show was afforded by the captured armour. So the Romans made use of the splendid armour of their enemies to do honour to their gods; while the Campanians, in consequence of their pride and in hatred of the Samnites, equipped after this fashion the gladiators who furnished them entertainment at their feasts, and bestowed on them the name Samnites. Livy's account skirts the funereal, sacrificial function of early Roman gladiator combats and underlines the later theatrical ethos of the gladiator show: splendidly, exotically armed and armoured barbarians, treacherous and degenerate, are dominated by Roman iron and native courage. His plain Romans virtuously dedicate the magnificent spoils of war to the Gods. Their Campanian allies stage a dinner entertainment using gladiators who may not be Samnites, but play the Samnite role. Other groups and tribes would join the cast list as Roman territories expanded. Most gladiators were armed and armoured in the manner of the enemies of Rome. The munus became a morally instructive form of historic enactment in which the only honourable option for the gladiator was to fight well, or else die well.
The Development of Gladiatorial Contests In 216 BCE Marcus Ameilius Lepidus, late consul and augur, was honoured by his sons with three days of gladiatora munera in the Forum Romanum, using twenty-two pairs of gladiators. Ten years later, Scipio Africanus gave a commemorative munus in Iberia for his father and uncle,
casualties in the Punic Wars. High status non-Romans – and possibly Romans too – volunteered as his gladiators. The context of the Punic Wars and Rome's near-disastrous defeat at Cannae (216 BCE) link these early games to munificence, the celebration of military victory and the religious expiation of military disaster; these munera appear to serve a morale-raising agenda in an era of military threat and expansion. The next recorded munus, held for the funeral of Publius Liciniusin 183 BCE, was more extravagant. It involved 3 days of funeral games, 120 gladiators and public distribution of meat (visceratio data) – a practice that reflected the gladiatorial fights at Campanian banquets described by Livy and later deplored by Silius Italicus. The enthusiastic adoption of gladiatoria munera by Rome's Iberian allies shows how easily, and how early, the culture of the gladiator munus permeated places far from Rome itself. By 174 BCE 'small' Roman munera (private or public), provided by an editor of relatively low importance, may have been so commonplace and unremarkable they were not considered worth recording. Many gladiatorial games were given in that year, some unimportant, one noteworthy beyond the rest — that of Titus Flamininus which he gave to commemorate the death of his father, which lasted four days, and was accompanied by a public distribution of meats, a banquet, and scenic performances. The climax of the show, which was big for the time, was that in three days seventy four gladiators fought. In 105 BCE, the ruling consuls offered Rome its first taste of state-sponsored "barbarian combat" demonstrated by gladiators from Capua, as part of a training program for the military. It proved immensely popular. The ludi (state games), sponsored by the ruling elite and dedicated to the numen of a deity such as Jupiter, a divine or heroic ancestor (and later, during the Imperium, the emperor), could now compete with privately funded munera for popular support.
GLADIATORIAL CONTESTS REACH their PEAK By the closing years of the politically and socially unstable Late Republic, gladiator games provided their sponsors with extravagantly expensive but effective opportunities for self-promotion while offering cheap, exciting entertainment to their clients. Gladiators became big business for trainers and owners, for politicians on the make and those who had reached the top. A politically ambitious privatus (private citizen) might postpone his deceased father's munus to the election season, when a generous show might drum up votes; those in power and those seeking it needed the support of the plebians and their tribunes, whose votes might be won with an exceptionally spectacular show – sometimes even the mere promise of one. Sulla, during his term as praetor, showed his usual acumen
in breaking his own sumptuary laws to give the most lavish munus yet seen in Rome, on occasion of his wife's funeral. A contemporary inscription credits Carnuntum with having the fourth largest amphitheatre in the Roman Empire. Ownership of gladiators or a gladiator school gave muscle and flair to Roman politics. In 65 BCE, newly elected curule aedile Julius Caesar topped Sulla's display with games he justified as munus to his father, who had died twenty years before. Despite an already enormous personal debt, he used three hundred and twenty gladiator pairs in silvered armour. He had wanted more, but the nervous Senate, mindful of the recent Spartacus revolt, fearful of Caesar's burgeoning private armies and even more fearful of his overwhelming popularity, imposed a limit of 320 pairs as the maximum number of gladiators a citizen could keep in Rome. Caesar's showmanship was unprecedented, not only in scale and expense but in putting aside a Republican tradition of munera as funeral offerings, and by this time the practical differences between ludi and munera were beginning to blur. Gladiatorial games, usually linked with boxing, wrestling and pankration contests, spread throughout the Republic and beyond. Anti-corruption laws of 65 and 63 BCE attempted but signally failed to curb their political usefulness to sponsors. Following Caesar's assassination and the civil war, Augustus assumed Imperial authority over the ludi and formalised their provision as a civic and religious duty, while continuing to allow the provision of private Games. His revision of sumptuary law claimed to save the Roman elite from the bankruptcies they would otherwise suffer. Public Munera were restricted to the ludi of Saturnalia and Quinquatria. The ceiling cost for a praetor's "economical" but official munus of a maximum 120 gladiators was to be 25,000 denarii. A "generous" Imperial Public ludus might cost no less than 180,000 denarii. Throughout the Empire, the greatest and most celebrated games would now be identified with the state-sponsored Imperial cult, which furthered public recognition, respect and approval for the Emperor, his law, and his agents. Between 108 and 109 CE, Trajan celebrated his Dacian victories using a reported 10,000 gladiators (and 11,000 animals) over 123 days. The cost of gladiators and munera continued to spiral out of control. Legislation of 177 CE by Marcus Aurelius, which did little to stop it, was completely ignored by his son, Commodus.
The GLADIATORS A Gladiator; named from the Latin gladiator meaning "swordsman", was an armed combatant who entertained audiences in the Roman Republic and Roman Empire in violent confrontations with other gladiators, wild animals, and condemned criminals.
The trade in gladiators was Empire-wide, and subjected to strict official control. Rome's military success produced an influx of soldier-prisoners who were redistributed for use in State mines or amphitheatres and for sale on the open market. For example, in the aftermath of the Jewish Revolt, the gladiator schools received an influx of Jews – those rejected for training would have been sent straight to the arenas as noxii, (these were the lowest form of arena fighter - slaves who were simply looked upon as 'arena-fodder). The best – the most robust – were sent to Rome. The granting of slave status to soldiers who had surrendered or allowed their own capture was regarded as an unmerited gift of life, and gladiator training was an opportunity for them to regain their honour in the munus. Two other sources of gladiators, found increasingly during the Principate and the Pax Romana, were slaves condemned to the arena, to gladiator schools or games (ad ludum gladiatorium), as punishment for crimes, and paid volunteers (auctorati), who by the late Republic may have comprised approximately half – and possibly the most capable half – of all gladiators. The use of volunteers had a precedent in the Iberian munus of Scipio Africanus; but none of those had been paid. For most Romans, "gladiator" would have meant a schooled fighter, sworn and contracted to a master. For those who were poor or non-citizens, the gladiator schools offered a trade, regular food, housing of sorts and a fighting chance of fame and fortune. Gladiators, but not noxii, customarily kept their prize money and any gifts they received. Tiberius offered some retired gladiators 100,000 sesterces for a return to the arena, and Nero gave the gladiator Spiculus property and residence "equal to those of men who had celebrated triumphs", and Mark Antony promoted gladiators to his personal guard. Only slaves found guilty of specific offences could be sentenced to the arena. Citizens were legally exempt from this sentence but could be stripped of citizenship, formally declared slaves and dealt with accordingly. Freedmen or freedwomen could be legally reverted to slavery. Offences against the state merited the most humiliating punishments. By the 1st century BCE, offenders judged to be noxii – obnoxious to the state – were being condemned to the beasts (damnati ad bestias) in the arena, with almost no chance of survival, or were made to kill each other. From the early Imperial era, some were forced to participate in humiliating, sexually explicit and novel forms of mythological or historical enactment, often culminating in their execution. Offenders judged less harshly might be condemned ad ludum venatorium or ad gladiatorium – combat with gladiators, in which they were armed as thought appropriate. These damnati at least might put on a good show and retrieve some respect. They might even – and occasionally did – survive to fight another day. Some may even have become "proper" gladiators. Modern customs and institutions offer few useful parallels to the legal and social context which defined the gladiatoria munera. Under law, anyone condemned to the arena or the gladiator schools (ad ludum) was a servus poenae under sentence of death unless manumitted. A rescript of Hadrian reminded magistrates that "those sentenced to the sword" should be despatched immediately "or at least within the year". Those sentenced to the ludi should not be discharged before five years or three years if awarded manumission. The phenomenon of the "volunteer" gladiator is more problematic. All contracted volunteers, including those of equestrian and senatorial class, were legally enslaved by their auctoratio because it involved their potentially lethal submission to a master. Nor does the citizen or free volunteer's "professional" status translate into modern terms. All arenarii (those who appeared in the arena) were "infames by reputation", a form of social dishonour, which they shared with male and female prostitutes and those appearing in the theatre,
which excluded them from most of the advantages and rights of citizenship. Payment for such appearances compounded their infamia. The legal and social status of even the most popular auctorati was thus marginal at best. They could not vote, plead in court nor leave a will; unless they were manumitted, their lives and property belonged to their masters. Nevertheless there is evidence of informal if not entirely lawful practices to the contrary. Some "unfree" gladiators bequeathed money and personal property to wives and children, possibly via a sympathetic owner or familia; some had slaves and gave them their freedom. One gladiator was even granted "citizenship" to several Greek cities of the Eastern Roman world. The most admired auctorati – those who had re-enlisted following manumission – may have had little practical choice. Under Roman law, a former gladiator could not "offer such services [as those of a gladiator] after manumission, because they cannot be performed without endangering [his] life." Caesar's munus of 46 BCE included at least one equestrian, son of a Praetor, and possibly two senatorial volunteers. Under Augustus, senators and equestrians and their descendants were formally excluded from the infamia of association with the arena and its personnel (arenarii). However some magistrates – and some later Emperors – tacitly or openly condoned such transgressions, and some volunteers were prepared to embrace the resulting loss of status. Some did so for payment, some for military glory and – in one recorded case – for personal honour. In 11 CE Augustus, who enjoyed the games, bent his own rules and allowed equestrians to volunteer because "the prohibition was no use". Under Tiberius, the Larinum decree (19 CE) reiterated the laws which Augustus himself had waived. Thereafter Caligula flouted them and Claudius strengthened them. Nero and Commodus ignored them. Valentinian II, some hundreds of years later, protested against the same infractions and repeated similar laws: his was an officially Christian empire. One very notable, social renegade was an aristocratic descendant of the Gracchi, infamous for his marriage (as a bride) to a male horn player. He made a voluntary and "shameless" arena appearance not only as a lowly retiarius tunicatus but in woman's attire and a conical hat adorned with gold ribbon. In Juvenal's account, he seems to have relished the scandalous self-display, applause and the disgrace he inflicted on his more sturdy opponent by repeatedly skipping away from the confrontation.
EMPERORS as GLADIATORS Caligula, Titus, Hadrian, Lucius Verus, Caracalla, Geta and Didius Julianus were all said to have performed in the arena (either in public or private) but risks to themselves were minimal. Claudius – characterised by his historians as morbidly cruel and boorish – fought a whale trapped in the harbor in front of a group of spectators. Commentators invariably disapproved of such performances. Commodus was a fanatical participant at the ludi (Games), much to the shame of the senate — whom he loathed — and the probable delight of the populace at large. He fought as a secutor, styling himself "Hercules Reborn". As a bestiarius he was said to have killed 100 lions in one day, almost certainly from a platform set up around the arena perimeter which allowed him to safely demonstrate his marksmanship. On another occasion, he decapitated a running ostrich with a specially designed dart, carried the bloodied head and his sword over to the Senatorial seats and gesticulated as though they were next.
He was said to have restyled Nero's colossal statue in his own image as "Hercules Reborn" and rededicated it to himself as "Champion of secutores; only left-handed fighter to conquer twelve times one thousand men." For this, he drew a gigantic stipend from the public purse. Perhaps to explain both his obsession and administrative incompetence, gossips suggested that his mother, Faustina the Younger, had conceived him with a gladiator.
SCHOOLS and TRAINING The earliest named gladiator school (s. ludus; pl. ludi) is that of Aurelius Scaurus at Capua – he was lanista of the gladiators employed by the state ca 105 BCE to instruct the legions and simultaneously entertain the public. Few other lanistae are known by name: they were head of their familia gladiatoria, with legal power over life and death of every family member, including servi poenae, auctorati and ancillaries but socially they were infames, on a footing with pimps and butchers and despised as price gougers. No such stigma attached to a gladiator owner (munerarius or editor) of good family, high status and independent means; Cicero congratulated his friend Atticus on buying a splendid troop – if he rented them out, he might recover their entire cost after two performances. Following the Spartacus Revolt and the political exploitation of munera, legislation progressively restricted the ownership, siting and organisation of the schools. By Domitian's time, many had been more or less absorbed by the State, including those at Pergamum, Alexandria, Praeneste and Capua. The city of Rome itself had four; the Ludus Magnus (the largest and most important, housing up to about 2,000 gladiators), Ludus Dacicus, Ludus Gallicus, and the Ludus Matutinus, which trained bestiarii. Volunteers required a magistrate's permission to join a school as auctorati. If this was granted, the school's physician assessed their suitability. Their contract (auctoramentum) stipulated how often they were to perform, their fighting style and earnings. A condemned bankrupt or debtor accepted as novicius could negotiate for partial or complete debt payment by his lanista or editor. Faced with runaway re-enlistment fees for skilled auctorati, Marcus Aurelius set their upper limit at 12,000 sesterces. All prospective gladiators – whether volunteer or condemned – swore the same oath (sacramentum) Novices (novicii) trained under teachers of particular fighting styles, probably retired gladiators. They could ascend through a hierarchy of grades (s. palus) in which primus palus was the highest. Lethal weapons were prohibited in the schools – weighted, blunt wooden versions were probably used. Fighting styles were probably learned through constant rehearsal as choreographed "numbers". Among the patrician aficionados an elegant, economical style was preferred. Those condemned ad ludum were probably branded or marked with tattoos (stigma) on the face, legs and/or hands. Their stigma may have been text – habitually fugitive slaves were marked thus on the forehead until Constantine banned facial stigma in 325 CE. Soldiers were marked on the hand. Gladiators were accommodated in cells typically arranged in barrack formation around a central practice arena.
Juvenal describes the segregation of gladiators according to type and status, suggestive of rigid hierarchies within the schools: "even the lowest scum of the arena observe this rule; even in prison they're separate". Retiarii were kept away from damnati, and "fag targeteers" from "armoured heavies". As most ordinarii at games were from the same school, this kept potential opponents separate and safe from each other until the lawful munus. Discipline could be extreme, even lethal Remains of a Pompeian ludus site attest to developments in supply, demand and discipline; in its earliest phase, the building could accommodate 15–20 gladiators. Its replacement could have housed about 100 and included a very small cell, probably for lesser punishments and so low that standing was impossible. Despite the harsh discipline, gladiators represented a substantial investment for their lanista and were otherwise well cared for. Regular massage and high quality medical care helped mitigate an otherwise very severe training regime. Part of Galen's medical training was at a gladiator school in Pergamum where he saw (and would later criticise) the training, diet, and long term health prospects of the gladiators.
COMBAT Mosaic at the National Archaeological Museum in Madrid showing a retiarius named Kalendio (shown surrendering in the upper section) fighting a secutor named Astyanax. The Ø sign by Kalendio's name implies he was killed after surrendering. In early munera, death was considered the proper outcome of combat. Later, known gladiators often fought in matches advertised sine missione (without release [from the sentence of death]), which suggests that missio had become common by that time. The contract between editor and lanista could include compensation for unexpected deaths. As the demand for gladiators began to exceed supply, matches sine missione were officially banned, a pragmatic Augustan decision that also happened to reflect popular demands for "natural justice". Refusals by Caligula and Claudius to spare popular but defeated fighters did nothing to boost their own popularity. In most circumstances, a gladiator who fought well and was popular was likely to be spared. Spectators expected a legitimate and definite conclusion to the munus. By common custom, it was left to the spectators to decide whether or not a losing gladiator should be spared and they also decided the winner in a "standing tie", though the latter was rare. Most matches employed a senior referee (summa rudis) and an assistant, shown in mosaics with long staffs (rudes) to caution or separate opponents at some crucial point in the match. A gladiator's self-acknowledged defeat (submission) – signaled by a raised finger (ad digitum) – told the referee to stop the combat and refer to the editor, whose decision would usually rest on the crowd's mood. The number of combats fought by gladiators was extremely variable. Most combats were fought in small buildings owned by public citizens and, surprisingly, very few
fights were open to the public. Most fought at five to ten munera annually but an unknown number died in their first match. Up to 150 combats are recorded for a very few individuals. A single bout probably lasted between 10–15 minutes, or 20 at most. Spectators preferred well matched ordinarii with complementary fighting styles, but other combinations are found, such as several gladiators fighting together or the serial replacement of a match loser by a new gladiator, who would fight the winner. Victors received a wreath and an award from the editor. An outstanding fighter might receive a gold laurel crown and money from an appreciative crowd, but for anyone originally condemned ad ludum the greatest reward was manumission, symbolised by the gift of a wooden training sword or staff (rudis) from the editor. Martial describes a match between Priscus and Verus, who fought so evenly and bravely for so long that when both acknowledged defeat at the same instant, Titus awarded victory and a rudis to each. Flamma was awarded the rudis four times, but chose to remain a gladiator.
An OUTLINE of the GAMES Surviving contemporary accounts of games and matches were written by members of Rome's elite to illustrate a point or to celebrate the exceptional. They provide very little substance for accurate reconstruction or generalisation but an outline of games can be conjectured, using written histories, contemporary accounts, statuary, ephemera, memorabilia and stylised pictographic evidence. Almost all comes from the late republic and Empire, much of it from Pompeii. The earliest munera took place at or near the tomb of the deceased and these were organised by their munerator (who made the offering). Later games were held by an editor, either identical with the munerator or an official employed by him. As time passed these titles and meanings may have merged. From the Principate onwards, private citizens could personally fund gladiatorial munera with Imperial permission and the assistance of a lanista but an editor increasingly tended to be a state official. For small-town games, from Claudius onwards, quaestors, the lowest rank of Roman magistrate, were obliged to fund two thirds of the costs from personal sources. Bigger games were put on by senior magistrates who could better afford them but the largest and most lavish were paid for by the emperor himself. Games were always advertised beforehand on conspicuously displayed billboards, giving the reason for the game, its editor, venue, date and the number of paired gladiators (ordinarii) to be used. Highlighted features were included, such as executions, mythological tableaux, music and any luxuries to be provided for the spectators; these might include a decorated awning against the sun,
and water sprinklers. Food, drink, sweets and occasionally "door prizes" could be offered. A more detailed program (libellus) was prepared for the day of the munus to show the names, types and match records of gladiator pairs (of interest to gamblers) and their order of appearance. Copies of the libellus were distributed among the crowd on the day of the match. Left-handed gladiators were advertised as an interesting rarity on libelli; they were trained to fight right-handers, which gave them advantage over most opponents and produced an interestingly unorthodox combination. The day of the munus began with boxing and wrestling, (including the Pankration). Such contests were uncommon in the Public, or State games, but were a regular feature of the entertainment offered by privately owned arenas. One of the main attractions of these Greek style entertainments was the fact that the combatants often performed naked, and by the time of the early Empire these strictly non-Roman style of games had degenerated into sado-masochistic displays of extreme violence and homo-erotic sexuality. In addition, the owners of the private arenas were allowed to 'buy up' condemned slaves, contracting to have them executed within a fixed time limit. Such condemned slaves would then be tortured and executed in the arena for the amusement of the general public. The content of ludi meridiani (midday games) was variable, but usually involved such executions of noxii (sometimes as "mythological" re-enactments) or others condemned (damnati) to the arena. Gladiators may have been involved in these though the crowd – and the gladiators themselves – preferred the "dignity" of an even contest. There were also comedy fights; some may have been lethal. A crude Pompeian graffito suggests a burlesque of musicians, dressed as animals named Ursus tibicen (flute-playing bear) and Pullus cornicen (horn-blowing chicken), perhaps as accompaniment to clowning by paegniarii during a "mock" contest of the ludi meridiani. Pompeian tomb evidence shows the munus as a civic and religious rite sponsored by a magistrate as editor. A procession (pompa) entered the arena led by lictors bearing fasces to signify the magistrate's power over life and death. They were followed by a small band of tubicines playing a fanfare. Images of the gods were carried in to sanctify the pompa, followed by a scribe (to record the outcome) and a man carrying the palm branch used to honour victors. The magistrate editor entered among a retinue who carried the arms and armour to be used; more musicians followed then horses. The contestants presumably came in last. In late Republican munera, between 10 and 13 pairs could have fought on one day; this assumes one match at a time in the course of an afternoon. The Zilten mosaic in Libya (ca 80–100 CE) shows musicians in context of a provincial ludus
(gladiators and prisoners attacked by beasts). Their instruments are a long straight trumpet (tubicen), a large curved horn (Cornu) and a water organ (hydraulis). Similar representations (musicians, gladiators) are found on a tomb relief in Pompeii.
FACTIONS and RIVALS Popular factions of the munera (and ludi) are described throughout the Imperial era. Under Augustan legislation, the Samnite type was renamed secutor (equipped with an oblong or "large" shield), whose supporters were secutarii. As the games evolved, any lightly armed, defensive fighter could be included in this group. The heavily armoured and armed Thracian types (Thraex) and Murmillo, who fought with smaller shields, were parmularii (small shield), as were their supporters. Trajan preferred the parmularii and Domitian the secutarii; Marcus Aurelius took neither side. Nero seems to have enjoyed the brawls between rowdy, enthusiastic and sometimes violent factions, but called in the troops if they went too far. Once a band of five retiarii in tunics, matched against the same number of secutores, yielded without a struggle; but when their death was ordered, one of them caught up his trident and slew all the victors. Caligula bewailed this in a public proclamation as a most cruel murder. There were also local rivalries. At a Pompeian ludus, trading of insults between Pompeians and Nucerians led to stone throwing and riot. Many were killed or wounded. Nero banned gladiator munera (though not the games) at Pompeii for ten years as punishment. The story is told in graffiti and high quality wall painting, with much boasting of Pompeii's "victory" over Nuceria.
AMPHITHEATRES Most spectators would have witnessed gladiator fights in the arenas or amphitheatres built throughout the Republic and later, the Empire. Early munera were probably private affairs, and offered limited visibility for nonprivileged spectators. As these events became larger, open spaces such as the Forum Romanum were adapted (as the Forum Boarium had been) as venues in Rome and elsewhere, with temporary, elevated seating for the patron and high status spectators. These, however, were not truly public events: 'A show of gladiators was to be exhibited before the people in the market-place, and most of the magistrates erected scaffolds round about, with an intention of letting them for advantage. Caius commanded them to take down their scaffolds, that the poor people might see the sport without paying anything. But with nobody obeying these orders, he gathered together a body of labourers, who worked for him, and overthrew all the scaffolds the very night before the contest was to take place, so that by the next morning the market-place was cleared, and the common people had an opportunity of seeing the contests. In this, the populace thought he had acted the part of a man; but he much disobliged the tribunes his colleagues, who regarded it as a piece of violent and
presumptuous interference.' Towards the end of the Republic, Cicero (Murena 72–3) still describes these shows as ticketed — their usefulness was served by inviting the rural tribunes of the plebs, not the people of Rome en masse - but in Imperial times, poor citizens in receipt of the corn dole were allocated free seating, possibly by lottery. Others had to pay. Ticket scalpers (Locarii) sometimes sold or let out seats at inflated prices. Martial wrote that "Hermes [a gladiator who always drew the crowds] means riches for the ticket scalpers". The amphitheatre was the one place in which the execution of justice was uniquely visible to all classes, and in which all classes were mutually visible. Its architecture elevated, separated and distanced them from the "pollution" of the arena where the judgement of the community was meted out. In the encircling stands, crowd and editor could assess each others character and temperament, and freely express their mutual pleasure or displeasure – for most spectators, a unique opportunity (theatralis licentia). Factiones and claques could vent their spleen on each other, and occasionally on Emperors in the public arena. The emperor Titus' dignified yet confident ease in his management of an amphitheatre crowd and its factions were a measure of his enormous popularity and the rightness of his imperium. The public amphitheatre munus thus served the Roman community as a court in miniature, in which judgement was also served on the judges. Yet permanent amphitheatres appeared long after the munera had become an established part of Roman life. The blocking of earlier provision for permanent venues — and particularly of permanent seating — reflected genuine unease, not simply at political graft but at the erosion of public morals that must arise from frequent and excessively "luxurious" and often sexually explicit munera. Pompeii's first amphitheatre was built by Sullan colonists around 70 BCE. The first in the city of Rome was the extraordinary wooden Amphitheatre of Gaius Scribonius Curio (built 53 BCE). The first part-stone amphitheatre in Rome was inaugurated in 29–30 BCE, in time for the triple triumph of Octavian (later Augustus). Shortly after it burned down in 64 CE, Vespasian began its replacement, later known as the Amphitheatrum Flavium (Colosseum), which seated 50,000 spectators and would remain the largest in the Empire. It was inaugurated by Titus in 80 CE, the personal gift of the Emperor to the people of Rome, paid for by the Imperial share of booty after the Jewish Revolt. Amphitheatres also provided a potential model for social control. Seating was "disorderly and indiscriminate" until Augustus prescribed its arrangement in his Social Reforms. To persuade the Senate, he expressed his distress on behalf of a Senator who could not find seating at a crowded games in Puteoli: In consequence of this the senate decreed that, whenever any public show was given anywhere, the first row of seats should be reserved for senators; and at Rome he would not allow the envoys of the free and allied nations to sit in the orchestra, since he was informed that even freedmen were sometimes appointed. He separated the soldiery from the people. He assigned special seats to the married men of the commons, to boys under age their own section and the adjoining one to their preceptors; and he decreed that no one wearing a dark cloak should sit in the middle of the house. He would not allow women to view even the gladiators except from the upper seats, though it had been the custom for men and
women to sit together at such shows. Only the Vestal virgins were assigned a place to themselves, opposite the praetor's tribunal. Subsequently, however, these arrangements do not seem to have been strongly enforced.
DEATH and DISPOSAL The proximity of death defined the munus for all concerned. To die well, a gladiator should never ask for mercy, nor cry out, although this probably rarely happened A "good death" redeemed a defeated gladiator from the dishonourable weakness and passivity of defeat, and provided a noble example to those who watched: 'For death, when it stands near us, gives even to inexperienced men the courage not to seek to avoid the inevitable. So the gladiator, no matter how faint-hearted he has been throughout the fight, offers his throat to his opponent and directs the wavering blade to the vital spot.' (Seneca, Epistles, 30.8) Some Mosaics show defeated gladiators kneeling in preparation for the moment of death. Seneca's "vital spot" seems to have meant the neck In the fully developed public munus, the death of a gladiator was followed by the ritualised removal of his body: the rites involved remain uncertain in origin, development and form. The Christian author Tertullian, commenting on practice in Roman Carthage, describes the removal of corpses by one who impersonates the "brother of Jove", Dis Pater. This arenarius strikes the corpse with a mallet and another, dressed as Mercury, tests for life-signs with a heated "wand". While the identification of Mercury with Hermes psychopompos seems to have been well established by the peak era of the munera, and a Mercury (or Hermes) arenarius figure seems to have been introduced around that time, this may have been a theatrical innovation of the ludi meridiani rather than a tradition of the gladiator munera. Isidore's later identification of the Etruscan demon (and possible psychopomp) Charun as an original for a presumed amphitheatre "Charon" (certainly a psychopomp but not reliably attested in this context) may simply offer fanciful support to his speculated Etruscan origins for the games as a whole. Some details of these exit rites are more certain: gladiators who had died well might be removed with dignity on a couch of Libitina through the Libitinarian Gate: those who had dishonoured themselves would not only be denied the relative mercies of a quick death but having broken their vow would be treated as noxii, dragged away as carrion, with hooks, by a Mercury figure or other attendants. Attendants would then strew fresh sand at the spot where the fighter had died, to cover the blood, excrement and other bodily fluids left over from the mutilation and killing The body would then have been removed to the arena morgue by attendants, stripped of its armour and in some accounts, had its throat cut to make sure that dead was dead. Having been dragged from the arena, if the fighter was wearing armour, that was stripped off. Often however, in the private arenas, the dead fighter would have been ceremoniously stripped naked for the added amusement and titillation of the spectators before he had been 'finished-off'. After being dragged from the arena, the body was then removed to the amphitheatre morgue, where the throat was cut, probably to prove he was truly dead. Most defeated fighters who had been condemned to the arena – the noxii - were stripped naked before being killed, and once they were dead, the fighter's naked corpse would hung from the arena wall. Later, when the Games were over, the body would be butchered, and the remains fed to the animals used in the arena. The bodies of noxii were disposed of as if they were garbage, being either deposited in the trenches of building or roads, thrown into the public sewer or used as fresh meat for animals used in the
public arena. The overall death rate among gladiators is unknown, but few survived more than 10 matches or lived past the age of 30. One (Felix) is known to have lived to 45 and one retired gladiator lived on to 90. Ithas been calculated that an average age at death was18-25 years for gladiators.
ETHICS and MORALS Roman writing as a whole demonstrates a deep ambivalence towards the Games, which even in their most complex and sophisticated forms evoked the ancient, ancestral spirits of the underworld and were framed by the protective, lawful rites of sacrificium. Their co-option in part by the state was seen as inevitable; Cicero acknowledged the sponsorship of the major Games as a political imperative. Despite the popular adulation of gladiators,boxers and wrestlers, they were set apart: and despite Cicero's contempt for the mob, he shared their admiration: "Even when [gladiators] have been felled, let alone when they are standing and fighting, they never disgrace themselves. And suppose a gladiator has been brought to the ground, when do you ever see one twist his neck away after he has been ordered to extend it for the death blow?" Here of course, Cicero is indulging in Republican Stoic propaganda in its most blatant form - and probably few took his writing very seriously. Considered logically, a young slave, in his teens or early twenties, far away from his home, family and friends, naked or practically naked, having possibly been mutilated, or even raped in public, with the crowd laughing, jeering and throwing obscene insults at him, would hardly kneel calmly on the sand while he had his throat slit open. Far more likely that he would become hysterical and beg for mercy as he lost control of his natural functions through sheer terror. Yet Cicero, could also refute his high-blown image of the stoic gladiator, and could refer to his popularist opponent Clodius, publicly and scathingly, as a bustuarius – literally, a "funeral-man", implying that Clodius has shown the low temperament worthy of a gladiator: crude, disruptive and potentially lethal; "gladiator" could be (and was) used as an insult throughout the Roman period, Death might be rightly meted out as punishment, but death inflicted without moral purpose was ignoble, and might pollute and demean those who witnessed it. So for Silius Italicus, who wrote as the games approached their peak, the degenerate Campanians had devised the very worst of precedents, which now threatened the moral fabric of Rome: "It was their custom to enliven their banquets with bloodshed and to combine with their feasting the horrid sight of armed men fighting; often the combatants fell dead above the very cups of the revellers, and the tables were stained with streams of blood. Thus demoralised was Capua." While the Games itself could be interpreted as pious necessity, the increasing luxuria of munera corroded Roman virtue by encouraging profligacy and the corruptions of self-indulgence: such foreign debaucheries whetted un-Roman appetites. Caesar's 46 BCE ludi (Games) were hardly justified as munus after a 20 year interval since his father's death, in which case they were mere entertainment for political gain. Dio claimed to represent the voices of the Roman street; Caesar's munus was a waste of lives – and of money, better doled out to needy army veterans. Cicero's idealised account of death in the arena seeks a higher moral meaning from the Games, but Ovid's very detailed instructions for seduction in the amphitheatre suggest that the spectacles could generate a potent and dangerously sexual atmosphere. Augustan seating prescriptions placed women – excepting the Vestals, who were legally inviolate – as far as possible from the action of the arena floor; or tried to. There remained, however, the thrilling possibility of clandestine sexual transgression by high-caste spectators and their heroes of the arena. Such assignations were a source for gossip and satire but
some became unforgivably public: 'What was the youthful charm that so fired Eppia? What hooked her? What did she see in him to make her put up with being called "the gladiator's plaything"? Her poppet, her Sergius, was no chicken, with a dud arm that prompted hope of early retirement. Besides his face looked a proper mess, helmet-scarred, a great wart on his nose, an unpleasant discharge always trickling from one eye. But he was a gladiator. That word makes the whole breed seem handsome, and made her prefer him to her children and country, her sister, her husband. Steel is what they fall in love with.' Eppia – a senator's wife – and her Sergius eloped to Egypt, where he deserted her. Most gladiators would have aimed lower. Two wall graffiti in Pompeii describe Celadus the Thraex as "the sigh of the girls" and "the glory of the girls" – which may or may not have been Celadus' own wishful thinking. In the later Imperial era, Servius Maurus Honoratus uses the same disparaging term as Cicero – bustuarius – for gladiators. Tertullian used it somewhat differently – all victims of the arena were sacrificial in his eyes – and expressed the paradox of the arenarii as a class, from a Christian viewpoint:
GLADIATORS in ROMAN ART and CULTURE ' In this new Play, I attempted to follow the old custom of mine, of making a fresh trial; I brought it on again. In the first Act I pleased; when in the mean time a rumor spread that gladiators were about to be exhibited; the populace flock together, make a tumult, clamor aloud, and fight for their places: meantime, I was unable to maintain my place.' Images of gladiators could be found throughout the Republic and Empire, among all classes. Walls in the 2nd century BCE "Italian Agora" at Delos were decorated with paintings of gladiators. Mosaics dating from the 2nd through 4th centuries CE have been invaluable in the reconstruction of combat and its rules, gladiator types and the development of the munus. Throughout the Roman world, ceramics, lamps, gems and jewellery, mosaics, reliefs, wall paintings and statuary offer evidence – sometimes the best evidence – of the clothing, props, equipment, names, events, prevalence and rules of gladiatorial combat. Earlier periods provide only occasional, perhaps exceptional examples. The Gladiator Mosaic in the Galleria Borghese displays several gladiator types, and the Bignor Roman Villa mosaic from Provincial Britain shows Cupids as gladiators. Souvenir ceramics were produced depicting named gladiators in combat; similar images of higher quality, were available on more expensive articles in high quality ceramic, glass or silver. Pliny the Elder gives vivid examples of the popularity of gladiator portraiture in Antium and an artistic treat laid on by an adoptive aristocrat for the solidly plebian citizens of the Roman Aventine: 'When a freedman of Nero was giving a gladiatorial show at Antium, the public porticoes were covered with paintings, so we are told,
containing life-like portraits of all the gladiators and assistants. This portraiture of gladiators has been the highest interest in art for many centuries now, but it was Gaius Terentius who began the practice of having pictures made of gladiatorial shows and exhibited in public; in honour of his grandfather who had adopted him he provided thirty pairs of Gladiators in the Forum for three consecutive days, and exhibited a picture of the matches in the Grove of Diana.'
DECLINE Rampant inflation, border incursions and manpower shortages during the third century CE led to increasing military demands on the Imperial purse, from which the Empire never quite recovered. For lesser magistrates, the obligatory munera became an increasingly unrewarding tax on the doubtful privileges of office but the decline of the munus was not a straightforward process. Emperors continued to subsidize their performance as a matter of undiminished public interest. In the early 3rd century CE, Tertullian had acknowledged their power over the Christian flock, and was compelled to be blunt: the combats were murder, their witnessing spiritually and morally harmful and the gladiator an instrument of pagan human sacrifice. In the next century, Augustine acknowledged and deplored his own fascination with the munera spectacle as inimical to a Christian life and salvation. Amphitheatres continued to host the spectacular administration of Imperial justice: in 315 CE Constantine I condemned child-snatchers ad bestias in the arena. Ten years later, he banned the gladiator munera: 'In times in which peace and peace relating to domestic affairs prevail bloody demonstrations displease us. Therefore, we order that there may be no more gladiator combats. Those who were condemned to become gladiators for their crimes are to work from now on in the mines. Thus they pay for their crimes without having to pour their blood.' An Imperially sanctioned munus at some time in the 330s CE suggests that yet again, Imperial legislation was ineffective, not least when Constantine defied his own law. In 365 CE Valentinian I threatened to fine a judge who sentenced Christians to the arena and in 384, attempted to limit the expenses of munera. In 393 CE Theodosius adopted Christianity as the Roman state religion and banned pagan festivals. The ludi continued, very gradually shorn of their stubbornly pagan munera. Honorius legally ended munera in 399 CE, and again in 404 CE, at least in the Western half of the Empire – according to Theodoret because of the martyrdom of Saint Telemachus by spectators at a munus. Valentinian III repeated the ban in 438CE, perhaps effectively - and so ended the tradition of the Roman Games.
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THE PSYCHOLOGY OF THE ARENA The question that we have to ask, after briefly surveying the development of the Roman arena system is a simple on - why ? If we look at other societies and other civilisations throughout history we do not find any similar phenomenon. The Aztecs, of course, killed men in the hundreds of thousands, ripping out hearts on the summits of their huge temple pyramids. The men who were killed, mainly young warriors, were stripped naked, or reduced to wearing just a tiny loincloth - but the crowds waiting in the plaza below could not see the mutilations of the victims far above them, and would only see the naked bodies & severed heads as they tumbled down the endless steps that led up to the temples at the summit of the pyramid. More significantly, the Aztec rites, as far as we can ascertain, were not entertainments, but rather deeply serious religious rituals. It is easy, of course, for people in the 21st Century to appear to be shocked by events in the Roman Arena, and to condemn them as barbaric and immoral. It should be remembered, however, that even in the Stuart period in supposedly Christian England traitors were publicly executed, suffering the punishment of 'drawing and quartering'. This punishment involved the (always male) condemned traitor being stripped naked, and having his genitals (testicles and penis) cut off. He would then have his belly slit open from sternum to groin, and have his intestines 'drawn' out. His 'bowels' and his genitals would then be burned in front of him. Then while still alive, his legs would be cut off at the tops of the thighs, and his arms would be cut off at the shoulders. The remaining naked, mutilated, and usually still living torso would then be decapitated. And all of this would be performed in front of a crowd that would include men women and children. Even today we see innumerable individuals killed, tortured and mutilated daily on the television or at the cinema. Of course these murders and mutilations, generally speaking, (with the exception of news footage), are not real, but they are often simulated so accurately that they may as well be. Of course, we rarely see sexual abuse or mutilation on television or at the cinema, but even a casual perusal of the internet will reveal such subjects in the form of videos. . They did however, have a class of individuals upon which any form of real violence could be perpetrated entirely legally. In addition, such violence was condoned and approved by the state, and by moral authorities such as leaders of society,
philosophers, and the organisers of the Roman religion. For the Romans, simulated violence was not really possible – they obviously did not have television, cinema or videos As has been already described, the Roman ritual of the arena began as a Munera – a sacrifice of slaves on the death of a significant individual, but later these sacrifices were transformed into the Ludi, or Games, and the question is why did this happen. The answer may be found in the unique social and economic circumstances that arose in 1st Century Rome. These social and economic circumstances, allied with the peculiarly Roman psychology may well account for the unique phenomena of the Games. As has already been described, Roman society was male dominated and 'phallo-centric'. This, however, can be said of many other societies, and it was other factors, combining with the male domination and 'phallo-centricism' which eventually produced the Roman Games. In the 1st Century the economic status of the city of Rome became essentially non-viable. The status and significance of the city drew hundreds of thousands of individuals from the local countryside and even other provinces. Most of these individuals were classed as plebians (common working-class people), and were unable to find any regular employment in the city. Because Rome was the administrative hub of the empire, there was always concern with regard to the security of the government, and a huge population of unemployed working class people were seen as a constant threat. Supplying this large, unemployed population with work was practically impossible, and so housing and food were provided free of charge so that the basic needs of the people were met. This, of course, put a huge strain on the finances of the Empire, and eventually contributed to the collapse of the Roman system. Simply providing for the physical and economic requirements of the unemployed, (free bread was supplied by the state), was not enough, however, and in order to ensure the minimum social disruption it became essential to 'amuse' the 'lower classes'. The 'Public Games' were free, and therefore available to the unemployed. Not only did the Games offer a distraction from poverty for a day, but the Games also featured 'performers' who were generally of a lower social class than the 'free' but socially disadvantaged and unemployed plebians, as the 'performers' in the arena were slaves. Not only were the performers of a lower social class than the plebians, but they were also killed, either in combat or as a result of torture or execution. For people who were at the bottom of the social ladder, who had very little self esteem, seeing other individuals, technically at a lower level, being abused, tortured, humiliated and killed was reassuring, and gave them a sense of status, even if it was a dubious sense of status. Having achieved a certain sense of status by seeing those who were lower in the social 'pecking order' mutilated and killed, the lower orders were then less inclined to rise up against their 'masters', (the political and economic elite), and so the tranquillity of the metropolis could be
maintained. As other cities in the empire grew in size, and developed their own populations of aimless unemployed, so arenas were built in these cities, and the custom of attending the games spread throughout the empire. There was also, in addition, the sexual element for, to the Romans, sex and status were inextricably linked, as sexual penetration was simply equated with domination and status. Thus, for the lower classes to see someone else, of lower status, penetrated while appearing in the arena was gratifying and reassuring. And it didn't matter whether they were penetrated by a sword, a spear, or anally with a stake or baton, or with an erect penis. For the Romans, any form of bodily penetration was humiliating. With a sword, spear or arrow it could be a fatal penetration. If it was a form of sexual penetration, then it could also, on occasions be fatal, but more importantly, sexual penetration was considered ultimately demeaning and humiliating. And of course, the element of sexual penetration also aroused the sadistic and voyeuristic instincts in the Roman crowd, which are human instincts that are always present in a large proportion of the human population. It is also very revealing to note that legally gladiators, and other performers in the arena, were classified with prostitutes – both male and female. In addition, the Latin word for the gladiator’s trainer (lanista), was derived from the Latin word for a pimp (leno) as, like pimps and prostitutes, public performers such as actors and gladiators sold their bodies for the delectation of others, if only visually. Even more telling, the word gladius, meaning sword in Latin, from which the word gladiator is derived, was also the common vulgar Latin word for penis, and in particular the erect penis. The Roman theatre, in the 1st Century, became a strong influence on the productions staged in the arena.
The Roman theatre were very different to the theatre of more recent times. Actors did not have any of the artistic and intellectual pretensions of contemporary actors, and were, as we have already seen, legally equated with prostitutes and pimps. The most popular theatrical form in the 1 st Century was the Mime, which was somewhere between a musical and a ballet, but with the principle actor's voices being substituted by a chorus. Many of the Mimes were based on Greek myths, and involved explicit scenes between the Gods, and the gods and mortals. As the actors were legally slaves, it was possible for them to perform un-simulated sex on the stage, (which included homosexual acts in depictions of Zeus and Ganymede etc.), and such performances became very popular, despite the occasional attempts of the state to outlaw such productions. In addition to this display of public pornography, violent scenes were also shown without simulation, with slaves being killed in depictions of the Illiad, and similar violent stories, and slaves being emasculated, in depictions of myths such as the castrations of Chronus, and Attis. Having to compete with such productions in the theatre, impresarios, like Gracchus, who owned a private arena, were forced to develop more explicit performances. As a result, combatants in the arena were encouraged to rape, abuse and mutilate their defeated opponents.
In a phallo-centric society, where sexual penetration signalled a male's status, the gladiator – literally one who wielded a gladius (sword) – the Latin slang for penis – was expected to penetrate or be penetrated. The first penetration would be with a sword, spear, trident or arrow. Further 'penetrations' would be concentrated on the anus and mouth, with batons, spear butts and inevitably the penis of the victorious fighter, and sometimes also those of the arena-slaves, and so eventually it became common practice for defeated fighters and condemned slaves to be repeatedly 'abused', raped and anally impaled. The sexual 'abuse' would also involve the defeated fighter, or condemned slave' being forced to indulge in 'self abuse', indicating his inability to use his own 'gladius' or penis for the purpose of penetration, but only to humiliatingly waste his 'seed' over the arena sand. (An extreme case is found in the defeat of the gladiator Calvius, where the arena-slaves managed to fold him over sufficiently so that he could penetrate his own mouth with his own penis.) After being raped, often orally as well as anally, and 'spending' his useless 'seed' on the sand, the unfortunate victim would then usually be fully emasculated and killed, as a climax the brutal and obscene performance. The psychology of phallic. (penile). Penetration, along with the use of penis substitutes such as batons and stakes, (the celebrated Freudian phallic symbols), is relatively easy to comprehend, but the psychology of emasculation (castration) is a little more complex. One possible and likely explanation centres around Sigmund Freud's famous Oedipus Complex, and the castration complex that lies at its heart. The castration complex, as proposed by Freud, posits that the young male child believes that the father, realizing the boy's desire for the mother, and the boy's desire to masturbate, will castrate the child . In this case, according to Freud, castration did not imply the removal of the testicles, but rather the removal of the penis, and as Roman society was a 'phallo-centric' society this was even more appropriate. Although the Romans were obsessed with the phallus (penis), and penetration, they also appreciated the importance of the testicles as the source of masculinity. This is evident by the fact that a Roman citizen could not be legally castrated, and also that citizens gave testimony in a law court with their hand over their testicles, (testifying), to show that if they were lying they would be prepared to loose their testicles, (of course, eunuchs and slaves were not allowed to testify in Roman courts – eunuchs because they had no testicles, and slaves
because they were not actually people). Unfortunately we do not have any ancient Romans to psychoanalyse, but it is possible to make some suppositions from the evidence available. Contrary to popular belief, Roman society was not permissive or libidinous. The stereotype of the 'Roman orgy' was something that was restricted to only a very small section of the highest levels of Roman society, and such behaviour was considered by many to be 'un-Roman'. Most often the 'orgy' was an all male dining and drinking party, with the 'entertainment' provided by female prostitutes, or catamites, depending on the predilections of diners. The foundation of Roman society was the 'pater familias', the father of the family, who legally had the power of life and death over all members of his family. The result of this was that the castration complex was far stronger in Roman society than in the Viennese nineteenth century society of Dr. Sigmund Freud, as it was more than possible that the distant, threatening and powerful father might actually carry out the threat of castration. In addition, in wealthy families there would often be the presence of eunuchs, (castrated slaves), who would be living proof to the boys of the family that castration was an actual possibility. According to Freud, all boys desire their mother, and common sense tells us that all boys masturbate, and the result of this was a very guilt ridden male populace. At this point we come to the Freudian concept of 'projection', where an individual 'projects' his own disreputable features onto other individual, thus easing his own conscience, and placating the stern 'superego' created in his childhood by the stern 'pater familias'. The most amenable individuals for this form of projection in Roman times were slaves – individuals with no human rights, who were considered the lowest of the low, and were credited with every possible deficiency of character. Slaves who were gladiators, and slaves who were condemned of various crimes were ideal subjects on who to project the guilt which most male Roman adults felt, and therefore to suffer the very punishment that the pater familias had threatened all those years before – and that punishment, of course, was castration. The result was that the crowd at the arena, which consisted mainly of men, was always screaming for the defeated fighters and condemned criminals to be castrated, and men like Gracchus, who controlled the Private Arena, were only too happy to placate the crowd with with displays which included genital mutilation. In addition, as the second reason for threatened castration was childhood masturbation, artificially aroused 'performers' in the arena were encouraged, or forced, to masturbate in public, - (although a few masochistic fighters would abuse themselves quite willingly), - so that the subsequent punishment of castration would seem even more appropriate. Initially the arena crowd were quite happy to see any fighter or condemned slave undergo such a humiliating process at the Games, but as the century progressed the previous reliance on big, muscular, older men slowly changed, and in response to the reactions of the crowd, more fights were given over to younger men, adolescents, and sometimes even young boys, who were cheaper and easier to acquire, and were more popular with the pederastic and voyeuristic Roman crowd.
Paradoxically, arena fighters who were skilful enough, or lucky enough to have a number of victories would quickly become the 'darlings of the crowd'. Standing practically naked in the arena, with just a tiny loincloth covering their bulging, virile masculinity, these fighters – regardless of the fact that they were merely slaves, represented, for the crowd, the victorious might and strength of the Roman Empire. Bestriding a defeated opponent, the hard, veined, muscular body of the victorious athlete became, in effect, the hard, veined phallus of Roman potency, with the upraised 'gladius' emphasising the phallic nature of the symbolism. Equally, the naked, and gelded body of the defeated victim had usually been anally penetrated with a penis, baton, sword, spear or stake, (or any combination of these), and it was this emasculation and penetration that symbolised the humiliated and feminised nature of the defeated enemies of Rome. And, of course, the crowd, who considered themselves more than the equal of any slave – even a victorious slave, - would identify with, and even consider themselves superior to the victor, and therefore with Rome. Eventually, of course, Christianity, with its repressive view of sexuality, brought an end to the violent and sexually explicit performances in the arena, and the phenomena of the Private Arena has never been revived.
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RECONSTRUCTIONS There follows a series of graphic & explicit reconstructions of the various elements that would comprise a 'day at the Games' in the 1st century AD. These reconstructions feature a fictional character called Gracchus who, it is proposed, was a freedman who inherited a substantial sum, and subsequently was able to radically enlarge the small arena and a gladiatorial 'school' left to him by his former master. As a result of managing his business successfully he was able to eventually offer full, private games, featuring boxers, wrestlers, executions and gladiators, and it is these Games that are presented in the following reconstructions. Gracchus, although he would never admit it later in life, had been the favourite catamite, (boy sex-slave), of his master and, as such, he not only developed a taste for young boys and and aversion to the fairer sex, but also became an expert in interpreting the sexual preferences and desire of those around him. Grachus lived in a time when there were few books, except for the aristocracy, no pictures, except the mosaics in the homes of the wealthy and the public baths, no magazines, newspapers, films, television or internet – and so the only 'pornography' available to the masses was in the theatre or the arena. The theatre was expensive, and the public arena was controlled by the state, which felt obliged to uphold public moral standards. So here, Gracchus saw his opportunity – to sell 'pornography' combined with spectacle, and the danger and excitement of competitive combat, combined with explicit sexual performances, which were also combined with the public 'service' of punishing and executing recalcitrant slaves – (always popular with the crowd). And alongside his amphitheatre Gracchus opened, not too ostentatiously, a couple of brothels, providing both girls, older women and boys and men, to slake the aroused desire of the 'punters' once the Games were over. The most popular performers in the arena were, of course, the gladiators. In the public arena there were many different types of gladiator: Dimachaeri who used two-swords, one in each hand, while Samnites were fully armoured, and were based on Greek hoplites. They wore a helmet, woollen quilted leg wrappings, and shin-guards. They carried a spear in the Hoplite style with a small round shield. Then there were Laquerii who used a rope and noose, and Mirmillones, who wore a helmet with a stylized fish on the crest (the mormylos or sea fish), as well as an arm guard (mania). They carried a gladius and an shield in the Gallic style. Provocatores were often paired against the Samnites, with their armament being variable depending on the games, and Gracchus particularly favoured this adaptable style of gladiator. The Retiarii carried a trident, a dagger, and a net, a larger manica extending to the shoulder and left side of the chest. They commonly fought secutores or mirmillones. Secutores had the same armour as a murmillo, including a shield and a gladius. The Thracian was equipped with a broad-rimmed helmet that enclosed the entire head, a small round or square-shaped shield, and two thigh-length greaves. His weapon was the gladius or the sica. They commonly fought
mirmillones or hoplomachi. Velites fought on foot, each holding a spear, and were named after the early Republican army units of the same name. Gracchus used most of these styles of gladiator, but in the case of the Dimachaeri, he dispensed with the quilted legs wrappings, which he felt detracted from the looks of the fighters. He liked the Thracians, but often dispensed with the helmet, as he knew that the crowd like to see the fighter's faces, particularly as his lad's were almost always good-looking. Gracchus also knew that the crowd like to see the expressions on the fighter's faces when they were defeated and suffered 'abuse' from their victorious opponents. Also, if a fighter had anything to say as he fought, - and many of the fighters did a lot of screaming, begging for mercy and shouting abuse at one another and the crowd, - then little would be heard if his voice was muffled by a constraining helmet. Very few of Gracchus' gladiators ever wore any armour on their upper body, (like a breastplate), as this would defeat the whole object of the exercise, which was to leave the fighter vulnerable and easily able to be killed or wounded. Arm-guard, greaves, (leg guards), were often worn, but apart from that most of Gracchus' gladiators wore just skimpy loincloths, of either cloth or soft leather – all the more to show off their lithe, muscular, well trained bodies – and if they were boy-gladiators, or Gauls, they would often dispense with the loincloth completely, which, of course, made them favourites with the crowd. Gracchus knew that he was selling sex as well as spectacle and fighting, and so not only the gladiators, but also the wrestlers would wear only loincloths – ( the wrestlers' loincloths being much smaller than those of the gladiators), - and, of course the wrestlers needed no armour, as theirs' was unarmed combat. Often the Greek wrestlers used by Gracchus would compete completely naked, in the same way that the boxers did – although the boxers also wore leather gloves, which were sometimes studded with metal. Quite often a fighter would be killed outright. Extreme examples of this would be when a helmet-less gladiator simply got decapitated, or was stabbed in the chest, (through the heart), or through the mouth or eye, (into the brain), or through the neck. More often, however, and gladiator would be disabled by a minor wound, to the belly, arm or leg, or would just be so terrified that he surrendered, (this was often the case with the boy-gladiators), and then the defeated fighter would be abused and tortured before being finished-off, and it would be on these occasions that the sex would enter the equation, as all fighters who surrendered were expected to be raped and mutilated before they were killed. So from where did Gracchus get his boxers, wrestlers and gladiators ? After all, who would willingly enter the arena in the knowledge that they stood a very good chance of being raped, mutilated and killed ? Well, at the time that Gracchus was operating his arena, the Roman state was in a constant condition of warfare – with the Gauls, the Germans, the Parthians and pirates. Gracchus, wisely, maintained good contacts with the Roman Army and navy commands, and was usually given preferential treatment when captured prisoners were made available. In the field, prisoners were often 'auditioned' in the field, being forced to fight one another while the legionaries, and their officers, assessed them, and the best were often offered first to the main public arena schools in Rome, and also to Gracchus, although Gracchus usually had to make do with the less skilful fighters.
Of course, this didn't bother Gracchus too much, as he was only interested in the good-looking, highly sexed men and boys. Another source of 'performers' for Gracchus, surprisingly, were the streets and alleyways of Rome. Rome was full of runaways and orphaned boys, and Gracchus regularly sent out his freedmen to 'trawl' those streets and alleyways. While many of the lads who were picked up were technically free, and maybe even citizens, most of them were runaways slaves, or the offspring of slaves, and when Gracchus made these lads an offer that they could not refuse – three 'square meals' a day, daily baths and massages, and the opportunity for sex and fame, then very few thought of refusing, being generally ignorant of how the odds, in the Private arena, would be stacked against them. Gracchus staged his Games at regular intervals, usually once a week. This meant, of course, that a very large number of fighters were killed each week. Most of those who were killed, however, were noxii, (slaves condemned to die in the arena), which cost Gracchus practically nothing. The loss of a trained gladiator, boxer or wrestler could be quite expensive for Gracchus, however, but his returns from the entrance fees that he charged in the arena, along with his income from his two brothels, and the fees he charged for hiring out fighters to rich patricians more that covered any such costs. Gracchus' trained slaves therefore could, if they were lucky, survive for weeks, months or in some cases like Calvius, for years. Almost always, however, there would come a day when they died in the arena, as Gracchus only very rarely manumitted (freed) his fighting slaves. The perks for Gracchus' fighters, as has already been stated, were a roof over their head, three 'square meals' a day, daily baths and massages and, of course, the opportunity for sex. When not appearing in the arena, however, Gracchus' fighters were not permitted sex, and to this end each the fighter had his foreskin pierced, and a number of days before an appearance in the arena the foreskin would be infibulated, (the insertion of a silver ring through the foreskin), in order to prevent any sexual activity, including masturbation. This was to ensure a good sexual performance in the arena. If the fighter survived his appearance in the arena, he would then be allowed a few days of uninhibited sexual activity, (but only with the male slaves – usually the young boys - in the combat school), before the fighter was infibulated again. The other 'sexual perk' for the fighters were the 'sex shows', which Gracchus presented once a month. The 'sex show' was basically a re-enactment of classical myths and legends, (many of which had a very strong sexual element). The fighters then had an opportunity to have sex with Gracchus' female slave (who would play the part of nymphs and goddesses), and bugger the youngest boys, (who played the parts of cupids and fauns). The downside of this was that the fighters had to perform in 'public', but many of them came to relish this, preferring it to more private and intimate sex. The other perk was to be hired out to a rich patrician, where the slaves would 'perform' sexually during an all male banquet. Always, however, there was the possibility of mutilation and death, and even when putting on a 'sex show' there was always the chance that the audience, (whether the crowd in the arena, or the rich patricians at a banquet), might demand that some of the 'performers' were emasculated and killed. TO BE CONTINUED Please note: The events featured in the reconstructions aim to be accurate in terms of weapons, costumes, equipment, and settings, and are based on accounts of fights by contemporary authors, various art works, and contemporary literature, including the 'Satyricon', by Pretronius. Dialogue, or course, is reconstructed, and is couched in modern explicit (and very strong) slang, with the intention of reflecting the original 'tone' of the 'vulgar' Latin.
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CONTENTS Introduction Roman Boxers Roman Wrestlers
the Arena, the Program & the Participants 25 Pugnax & Lysus, & Perseus & Nerva 28 awaiting completion
Pankration Wrestlers
Lucian & Vindrex 44
Pankration Wrestlers
Lucian & Hylas
Pankration Wrestlers
Lucian & Cleon
Pankration Wrestlers
Lucian & Justin
Roman Executions
Marcus & Zenno 51
Roman Gladiators
Ephebus & Felix
Roman Gladiators
Calvius & the Boy-Gladiators
Roman Gladiators
Massimo & Mendrix
Sections awaiting completion are in grey type and will be updated in the near future, when additional photos and text are available
INTRODUCTION
THE ARENA Compared to the later amphitheatres, such as the Colosseum and the amphitheatre at Rheims, Gracchus arena was tiny, but at the time of its construction it was considered quite substantial. Like most amphitheatres it was oval in plan, being basically two Roman style theatres placed end to end, with the central sanded area being an amalgamation of the two 'orchestras' of the original Greek style theatre. Gracchus amphitheatre was about 30 meters high, so that those who were unfortunate enough to be seated on the topmost tiers were some considerable distance away from the action. The amphitheatre was surrounded by colonnades, and nearby were the buildings housing the schools for the various disciplines, such as gladiators, wrestlers, boxers etc. There were three main areas in the performing area: 1: the Fighting Area 2: the Execution Area 3: the Hanging Area 4: the Pool
The fighting area was where all the contests took place, such as boxing, wrestling (classical and pankration), and gladiatorial contests. It was also where the contestants paraded at the beginning of the Games, and where sacrifices were made.
The execution area was was reserved for torturing and executing condemned criminals. It was kept as a separate area as there were numerous stakes, posts and other equipment permanently set into the arena floor. A naked, castrated slave is dragged to one of the stakes permanently set into the arena floor
The hanging area was really just an area of the arena wall, which was set aside fro hanging the injured, dying or dead, where they could be seen and verbally abused by the crowd. The naked corpse of a castrated 'boy-gladiator', (Felix), is hung from the arena wall, while victorious Ephebus poses fro the crowd
The pool was a marble lined pool, which could be filled with water, or a mixture of mud and oil. Gladiators often fought in water, while wrestlers would fight in mud – a throwback to ancient Greek Olympic wrestling, which took place in a mud-filled pit. Two gladiators, in loincloths, fight with tridents in the marble-lined pool
High above the arena was a T-shaped wooden catwalk. This elevated platform was used for lowering scenery, (when required), as Gracchus' arena did not have the cavernous spaces below the sanded arena where props and other equipment could be stored, and raised up at the appropriate time. A naked criminal falls to his death from the cat-walk 30 meters above the sand of the arena
A DAY AT THE GAMES ROMAN BOXERS PREFACE Roman attitudes to sexuality, violence and morality in the 1 st Century were very different to those generally accepted in the 21st Century. These accounts of events in a private Roman Arena attempt to be as historically accurate as possible. With regard to the photos; settings, costumes, and ancillary equipment, all have been reproduced according to the most reliable historical evidence now available. The text describes in detail exactly what would have happened in such a fight, but the dialogue of the main characters, has been updated to modern, and very explicit forms of 'slang', to reflect, in contemporary form, the kind of classical language (low class, common and crude), that would have been used at the time. This section, & the other reconstructions, therefore contain very strong language.
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INTRODUCTION Homer's Iliad (ca. 675 BC) contains the first detailed account of a boxing fight (Book XXIII). According to the Iliad, Mycenaean warriors included boxing among their competitions honouring the fallen (ca. 1200 BC), though it is possible that the Homeric epics reflect later culture. Another legend holds that the heroic ruler Theseus, said to have lived around the 9th century BC, invented a form of boxing in which two men sat face to face and beat each other with their fists until one of them was killed. In time, the boxers began to fight while standing and wearing gloves (with spikes) and wrappings on their arms below the elbows, although otherwise they were competed naked. Boxing was first accepted as an Olympic sport in 688 BC, being called Pygme or Pygmachia. Participants trained on punching bags (called a korykos). Fighters fought completely naked, and wore leather straps (called himantes) over their hands, wrists, and sometimes breast, to protect them from injury. The straps left their fingers free. Legend had it that the Spartans were the first to box as a way to prepare for sword and shield fighting. In ancient Rome, there were two forms of boxing both coming from Etruscan boxing. The athletic form of boxing remained popular throughout the Roman world. The other form of boxing was gladiatorial. Fighters were usually criminals and slaves who hoped to become champions and gain their freedom; however, free men, women, and even aristocrats also fought. Roman boxers, who fought naked like the Greek boxers, wore lead "cestae" over their knuckles and heavy leather straps on their forearms to protect against blows. The deeply scarred and cauliflower eared figure of the Boxer of Quirinal show what a brutal sport it could be (matches often ending in the death or maiming of an opponent). Eventually, fist fighting became so popular that even emperors started fighting, and the practice was promoted by Caesar Neronis. A fight between the agile Dares and the towering Entellus is described at length in the Roman national epic Aeneid (1st century BC). In 393 A.D., the Olympics were banned by the Christian emperor Theodosius, and in 400 A.D., boxing was banned altogether by Theodoric the Great as boxing being an insult to God because it disfigures the face, the image of God. However, this edict had little effect outside the major cities of the Eastern Empire. By this time, western Europe was no longer part of the Roman Empire.
This account describes two boxing bouts in Gracchus' private arena – these fights being between Pugnax and Lysus, and Perseus and Nerva. The first fights of the day, in Grachus' Private Arena, were the boxing matches. The Romans had taken over the sport from the Greeks, and like the Greeks, the most Roman boxers fought completely naked. Because of the Romans' problems with nudity, and the fact that most of the boxers were very well-muscled and very 'wellendowed', they were considered, by most Romans, to be the 'lowest of the low' in the 'pecking order' of the arena, and just one 'rung' above the despised noxii. This was very much because the Romans had inherited from the Greeks the peculiarly Greek view of male physical beauty, in which large muscles and large genitals were considered to be a sign of primitive barbarity and licentiousness. The only equipment that the boxers wore was a leather 'slave-collar' round the neck, and padded forearm guards and 'boxing gloves'. So, unlike most of the other fighters in the arena, boxers did not have to concern themselves about being stripped naked if they were defeated, and in fact most boxers were rather to fond of showing off their genitalia to the crowd, usually because they were unusually 'well-endowed'.
THE RULES As in most boxing contests the fighters were supervised by a referee, who was an older slave who was a trainer, and who had probably been a boxer at one time, but had been successfully retired from fighting – a rare achievement in Grachus' arena. The referee wore a Greek style, ankle-length robe, which covered one shoulder, and carried a cane, which he used to beat any boxer who infringed the rules. Unlike the Pankration, and the gladiatorial contests, where there were effectively no rules, in boxing the rules, which had been inherited from the Greeks, were quite complicated. The boxers were not allowed to use any other part of the body to fight with except their fists, forearms and elbows. Blows could only be aimed at the upper part of the body, and blows were not permitted below he waist. A boxer who was unable to stand could not be hit, so there was no fighting on the ground. There was some bloodshed, of course, as the boxers did not wear gloves but rather, cestae, which were leather straps, which in some cases had lead studs embedded in them, and could inflict horrific injuries. In Grachus' arena he employed the simple leather cestae, plus cestae with lead studs, and occasionally cestae with steel spikes. When the spikes were used, the fights were usually short, with the defeated boxer losing his eyes, getting his arms and chest ripped, and in many cases being defeated by having his belly sliced open, and ending up squirming on the sand, disembowelled, with his guts draped across the bloodstained sand. Where the spikes were not used, the only excuse for bloodshed, in the Private Arena, was if the rules of the fight were broken. If the rule-breaking was serious enough then the punishment for the offending contestant could be horrendous, much to the satisfaction of the bloodthirsty crowd. Such punishment could involve physical torture and sexual 'abuse', and would often culminate in the mutilation and killing of the condemned boxer.
In the fights between Pugnax and Lysus, and Perseus and Nerva the ordinary leather cestae were to be used, so there was unlikely to be any real bloodshed, as Grachus wanted the winning boxers to survive without being too badly marked. The crowd, however, were hoping that one of the boxers would infringe one of the many rules of the fight, and thus unleash upon himself the full fury of the referee and the officials of the Games, which could culminate in his agonising and horrific death.
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The first fight was to be between Pugnax and Lysus. Pugnax was a tough, muscular boxer, with a shaved head, who was very popular with the crowd, and had previously had a number of successful fights in Gracchus' Private Arena. Lysus was the 'new boy', and very much a boy. Young, slim and dark haired, he was physically not the typical Roman boxer, as Roman boxers tended to be heavy and thick-set. Most of the bets were on Pugnax, as he was more experienced, heavier and better muscled. Some of the spectators, however, bet on Lysus – some because he was 'cute' and some, more seriously, because he was young and fit and probably more agile than Pugnax. After some preliminary posing by the two fighters, as they tried to encourage sections of the crowd to support and possibly bet on them, the fight began in the usual way, with the two boxers nervously sparring. Pugnax, as his name suggests was a pugnacious fighter who repeatedly defeated and buggered his unfortunate opponents. Most of his victims also ended up dead on the arena sand, as Pugnax, after he had abused a defeated boxer, would then furiously beat him round the head, fracturing the unfortunate boxer's skull, and in some cases literally splattering the helpless boxer's brains out on the sand. It was not surprising, therefore, that young Lysus was nervous as he tested Pugnax's defences, probing for a weakness in his shaven-headed opponent that would give him the chance to defeat Pugnax and leave the arena alive. Pugnax, however, was far too experienced for Lysus, and after a number of abortive attacks from the youngster, Pugnax finally delivered one of his 'killer blows' to Lysus head, and knocked the boy to the sand. I accordance with the rules, Pugnax stood to one side while the referee asked Lysus, who was kneeling on the sand, holding his head, if he wanted to continue with the fight, of if he wanted to surrender to Pugnax and take whatever was coming to him. After a few moments, during which young Lysus tried to clear his head, the boy nodded that he wanted to go on, and unsteadily got to his feet. The crowd, of course, realised that Lysus was outclassed, and would ultimately end up with his brains beaten out, lying dead on the sand. Lysus, however, new he had to go on fighting in the hope that he would have some stroke of luck and get the better of Pugnax. Predictably, as soon as the fight was restarted by the referee Pugnax was able to land another vicious punch to Lysus' head. The poor boy grunted, and his legs turned to jelly as he slowly slumped down onto the sand for a second time. This time, however, Pugnax didn't keep to the rules and step back from his fallen opponent. Instead he laid into the naked boy, who was kneeling on the sand, desperately trying to raise his gloved hands to protect himself. The referee immediately jumped forward and slapped Pugnax on the shoulder, to alert him to the fact that he was breaking the rules, and after a few punches Pugnax relented and stood back. Lysus, however, was now badly disorientated by Pugnax repeated attacks to his head, and knelt on the sand, cross-eyed, and obviously stunned. The referee asked Lysus once again if he wanted to go on.
The brave lad signalled that he was ready to fight again, and the referee, although he knew that Lysus had lost the fight, gave the unfortunate boy a little time to recover so that he could at least have a slim chance of taking the fight to Pugnax. Unsteadily the naked boy got up off the sand, as the crowd became quiet as they waited expectantly for the next attack by Pugnax which would probably bring the surrender from Lysus that would signal the end for the young boxer. Once again the two boxers began sparring, as Pugnax looked for the opening which would allow him to give the punch that would be so devastating that Lysus would surrender the fight. The everyone's surprise, and Lysus' horror, Pugnax next blow was to the poor lads groin. Such a punch was technically illegal, and as Lysus squealed “Fuck', the poor lad fell squirming to the sand, clutching at his crushed genitals. “Shit ! My fuckin' bollocks ! - I give !”, young Lysus squealed as he struggled on the sand, with his hips raise high, while the referee slapped Pugnax across the chest as a token punishment for his infringement of the rules. At this point the referee had a difficult choice to make. While Pugnax had committed a foul, at the same time Lysus had 'given' the fight to Pugnax. While technically Pugnax should have been disqualified, and the fight given to Lysus, the boy was obviously 'finished', and the crowd, from their cheers and applause, were obviously supporting Pugnax. Then an order came from Gracchus that Pugnax was to be reprimanded, but the boy was to be the loser, and was to be 'finished off'. When the referee told Pugnax that he had been given the fight he ginned widely and raised his hand in triumph, while the crowd cheered. Meanwhile, Lysus was to busy coping with the pain in his groin to really register that his fate had been sealed. Pugnax, who was already highly aroused, told the arena slaves to turn Lysus over onto his belly. Pugnax then roughly kicked the young lad's legs apart, exposing the boy's anus. Pugnax then got down onto his knees behind the terrified boy. “No ! Don't fuck me – please !”, young Lysus whined as one of the arena-slaves helped Pugnax, whose hands were still gloved, to penetrate the squirming lad. “Not up my fuckin' bum-'ole ! Young Lysus finally squealed as Pugnax, with the crowd cheering him on, roughly buggered young Lysus, while the boy screamed and squealed, both with the pain and the humiliation of being publicly raped. It didn't take Pugnax long to have his way with the helpless young lad, and as he reached his climax he pulled his swollen penis out of the wriggling lad and squirted his seed over the humiliated boy's sweaty, trembling buttocks. The slaves then turned Lysus over onto his back, and were pleased to see that being buggered had got Lysus very aroused. The crowd obviously wanted to see the boy 'abused' before he was killed, so they were only too happy to cheer on the arena-slaves as they masturbated the naked young lad. “Fuck off !”, Lysus grunted, as one of the slaves grabbed hold of his stiff, waving 'member'. But Lysus was horribly 'aroused', and as soon as the arena-slave started pumping his swollen 'tool' he was unable to stop himself responding. Meanwhile, Pugnax went over to Perseus and Nerva to boast about his victory over his young opponent and gloat about raping the boy. It didn't take long for the arena-slaves to bring Lysus to a 'climax', “Oh no ! I'm gonna spunk-up !”,Lysus groaned as the arena-slaves worded on his disgustingly stiff penis. And finally the squirming boy's high pitched groans, as he squirted his semen all over his glistening, trembling, hairless belly, caught Pugnax attention, and brought him back to where the panting boy was lying. The slaves were waiting for Pugnax instructions, while Lysus, who was still dribbling semen onto his belly, looked up pathetically. “No more ! Please, Pugnax ! Just let me go back to the locker-room !”, Lysus pleaded, hoping that by some miracle he would be allowed to leave the arena alive to fight another day.
MUTILATION “Cut off his privates !”, Pugnax told the arena-slaves, curtly. “Oh shit no !”, Lysus whimpered, “Not that ! Not my bollocks !”. Young Lysus looked to the referee in the hopes that he would be reprieved. He was a cute boy, and it seemed cruel to emasculate and kill him when he was not too badly injured, but Gracchus had given his orders, and so Lysus fate was sealed. Lysus then struggled to sit up, and was probably going to try and escape from the arena. He didn't get far, however, as Pugnax kicked the poor lad in the head. Lysus immediately flopped back onto the sand, mumbling incoherently to himself, and he made no more attempts to defend himself as one of the arena slaves spread the boy's legs, and grabbed hold of his penis and testicles. “Please don't do this ! Not my prick as well !“, Lysus groaned, as looked up at the bulging, hairy scrotum, and hugely erect penis of his cruel opponent, Pugnax, who stood over him. All poor Lysus could do, however, was to lie helplessly as the arena-slave used his knife to slice off his plump scrotum and limp penis. As the knife sliced through the hairy root of his genitals, the naked boy squealed pathetically, and then flopped back on the sand, completely emasculated. The arena slave then got to his feet, held up the emasculated boy's severed, bloody genitals, while the crowd cheered, and then dropped the useless 'sex-parts' next to the squirming, whimpering boy.
DEATH “Shit ! I got no fuckin' privates !”, Lysus squealed, as he fumbled about on the sand trying to retrieve his severed 'parts'. Pugnax then grabbed the sexless boy by his hair. “Oh shit, no ! Don't fuckin' finish me !”, Lysus then moaned. The boy knew he was now going to be beaten to death, but having just been emasculated, he didn't have the strength, or will, to resist. Pugnax then knelt down and started punching Lysus in the head while the crowd cheered and applauded. Lysus was being 'finished-off', and this was what the crowd really came to see. First Pugnax knocked out most of Lysus's teeth, and broke his nose. As Lysus squealed, Pugnax then burst the one of the boy's eyeballs, which left the eyeball hanging out on Lysus's cheek. Then the right eye was burst and splattered on the sand, and Lysus was left blind. “Fuck ! I can't see !”, Lysus spluttered from his bloody mouth, as he squirmed under the rain on blows that were descending on his head. “No – please - please !”, were the poor, mutilated boy's final words, as Pugnax broke the naked young eunuch's skull. Lysus then went into convulsions, and as Pugnax got to his feet, the naked boy wriggled obscenely on the sand, urinating from the bloody stump where his penis had been, and noisily defecating on the sand in his final agony. Finally Lysus, toothless and with horrifically bloody, empty eyesockets, grunted and lay still. Pugnax then bestrode the prone, mutilated boy, and raised his fist in a sign of victory while the crowd cheered and applauded. The arena-slaves then stuffed Lysus's eyeballs and genitals into his toothless mouth, and hung the naked, mutilated corpse form the arena wall, and while the crowd continued to cheer, the other boxers went to look at the pathetic remains of the first victim of the day at the games.
© copyright Paul Lawrence 2009
Once Lysus's naked mutilated corpse had been hung from the arena wall the two boxers for the next fight, Perseus and Nerva, presented themselves to the referee. Perseus was slightly older than Nerva, and was a huge specimen: very tall, and with massively bulging muscles. He had very blond hair, blue eyes and rugged features. His whole, massive body was completely shaved and oiled, except for his pubic hair, and his arm-pits. The younger boxer, Nerva, was decidedly more handsome that his taller opponent, and had black, curly hair. Like Perseus, Nerva had been completely shaved and oiled, except for under his arms, and his neatly trimmed and 'fluffed', dark pubic hair. The two big boxers entered the arena to the cheers of the crowd. While the more sophisticated individuals in the audience feigned disinterest in the heavily muscled, and obscenely 'well-endowed' naked fighters, the plebeians, (lower orders), looked forward to seeing these big, over-sexed 'studs' slugging it out in the arena. Perseus and Nerva started to 'square-up' to each other while the bearded ref reminded them briefly of the rules. The two boxers then started fighting while naked corpse of young Lysus, the defeated & castrated boxer from the previous bout, hung from the arena-wall, and Pugnax, the victor of the previous fight, looked on, (their story will be featured later). As the naked boxers sparred, their heavy genitals jerked and swung about, and the stimulation and excitement of fighting completely naked soon got both fighters 'aroused' so that after a few minutes each boxers had an erect penis that waved about obscenely. After 'trading' a few light punches, Perseus eventually landed a really hard punch to Nerva's head. “Shit !”, Nerva grunted loudly, as his head jerked back. Then the handsome, dark-haired lad slowly crumpled to his knees not 'knocked-out', but very dazed. Like Pugnax before him, Perseus then deliberately broke the rules by grabbing Nerva's arm, in order to hold him. “Shit ! Le'go !” , Nerva screamed, as Perseus then slammed his completely helpless opponent with repeated blows to his head. The referee immediately gave Perseus a stern warning, and it was obvious, from the expression on the ref's face, that he was sick and tired of young boxers breaking the rules, and turning his boxing matches into Pankration wrestling sessions. At first it seemed that Perseus was following the referee's instructions, as he released Nerva's arm, and stopped punching him. The big blond boxer, however, had no intention of following the rules, and he then pushed Perseus on to his back, spun him round on the sand, and then pulled him up by one ankle. Perseus, of course, was incredibly strong, and he had no trouble in pulling Nerva right up, so that only the boy's shoulders are on the sand. Nerva was then hanging upside down, with his legs spread wide, and guessed almost immediately what Perseus was going to do next. “Shit no ! Don't fuckin' do it !”, Nerva screamed, but Perseus ignored his helpless opponent, and landed a devastating blow to Nerva's hairy groin, horribly squashing the young lad's smooth, shaved scrotum. “bollocks !“, Nerva squealed, as he writhed up obscenely. “My fuckin' bollocks - they're fucked !”, Nerva groaned as Perseus landed a second blow to the squirming boy's testicles.
As the second crushing blow landed, young Nerva partly lost control of his bladder, and a thin stream of urine jetted from his rapidly shrinking penis and splashed down onto his muscular, ridged belly, and then flowed down to the huge slab of flesh that formed one his pectoral muscles. Immediately the referee landed his cane on Perseus' shoulder, and called in an armed arena-slave to stop the fight. Perseus, realized that the ref intended to impose the rules strictly, and so he released Nerva, who dropped back on to the sand, his erect penis having shrunk immediately to a tiny, wrinkled sausage, as he clutched at his crushed testicles with his gloved hands, squirming in naked and rather wet agony, while the crowd cheered ecstatically. While Nerva managed to get to his knees, and squat on the sand, groaning and nursing his aching scrotum with his gloved hands, the referee gave Perseus a good 'dressing down', telling him that he was now going to give Nerva a 'free hand', and that if Perseus tried to resist he would be immediately 'finished-off' by being speared by an arena-slave. With a spear pointed menacingly at his groin, Perseus realised that it was useless to argue, an meekly allowed himself to be pushed down onto his knees on the sand. At this point the crowd were getting really excited, as they now would have the opportunity to see one boxer having a 'free hand' to 'beat-up' his opponent, who would not be allowed to retaliate. By the time Perseus had been forced down onto his knees, Nerva had managed to get to his feet, and out of earshot of Perseus, the referee told Nerva to give Perseus a brief beating, after which, if he could still get an erection, he would be allowed to bugger his disgraced opponent, if he wanted to, and as a warning to the other boxer he would allow Perseus to be castrated and killed. Nerva was more than satisfied. Although he preferred having sex with young boys, he was quite happy to make a spectacle of himself if he meant that he could 'get his own back' by publicly humiliate his big, blond opponent. Nerva, who by then was getting really 'aroused' as he anticipated ramming his erect penis up Perseus' tight anus, then grabbed poor Perseus by the hair, and proceeded to beat his defenceless opponent round the head. Meanwhile the referee slapped Perseus' erect penis and shaved scrotum with his cane, telling the naked boxer to get rid of his erection. Perseus, however, obviously had a masochistic streak, because, despite getting his head and his shaved testicles beaten, he appeared to get even more 'aroused' !
Eventually the referee told young Nerva to stop, and called over an arena-slave to strip Perseus of his cestae and armguards. Seeing Perseus stripped of even the little that he was wearing, so that he was stark truly naked, told the crowd that this particular boxer was 'finished', and the crowd watched even more intently as Perseus was ordered by the ref to masturbate himself in order to get relieved of his erection. (The excuse was that is was an affront to public decency to have a naked boxer in the arena with an erection – although in reality the boxer was required to 'relieve' himself simply to amuse the spectators – and regardless, he would more than likely become sexually aroused again quite soon after his orgasm anyway). As Perseus had been excruciatingly erect for the whole of the fight, he was secretly pleased to be able to have an opportunity to 'relieve himself' and get rid of his erection, but of course to maintain his dignity and masculinity in front of the crowd and the other boxers and arena-slaves, he needed to loudly protest to the ref. "Fuck no ref !", Perseus shouted indignantly, "I'm not beating' my fuckin' meat for these cunts !". The presence of an arena-slave armed with a spear, however, meant that his feigned objections were ignored, and so the big blond boxer started 'working' on his huge, bulging penis, while using his free hand to 'play' with his heavy, shaved scrotum. The crowd obviously enjoyed every minute of the spectacle, cheering the huge naked fighter on as he furiously masturbated, despite anything that he had said earlier. Meanwhile, Nerva, who despite his previous injury, now had an erection again, looked on, and also 'played' with his penis, although he was not masturbating, but rather getting his big 'member' as erect as possible so that he could rape Perseus once the big blond boxer had squirted his 'seed' over the sand. Perseus stood with his legs a little apart, and slightly bent over. His left hand cradled his heavy, shaved testicles, while his right hand firmly grasped his tight, straining foreskin, which he pulled up and down over the massively bulging 'head' of his penis. As Perseus rolled his bulky testicles round in his shaved scrotum, the big, naked boxer gazed down intently at his right hand as it frantically pumped his penis.
"Oh - shit - I'm - fuckin' - cummin' !", Perseus eventually groaned. His hugely swollen penis was jerking in his firmly clenched fist as he leaned back and let repeated spurts of thick, creamy semen explode from his gaping orifice in the 'head' of his penis, and splatter onto the sand. Perseus' repeated ejaculations went on for about a minute, with the crowd cheering enthusiastically as the sweaty, stark naked, and disgustingly 'over-sexed' boxer moaned and writhed obscenely as he was overwhelmed by his orgasm. Once Perseus has stopped groaning, and squirting out his thick ropes of creamy semen on to the sand, the arena-slaves grabbed hold of him and dragged him over to where two stakes have been hammered into the sand. "Fuck no ! Watcha ya fuckin' doin' - cunts ?", Perseus protested, as the arena-slaves then tied Perseus wrists and ankles to ropes hanging from the stakes, and bent him over. By then Perseus was really scared, and started begging the slaves for mercy. "Please no, lads ! Let me go ! Don't torture me or nothin' !". The referee then told the slaves to impale Perseus' anus with a baton. "No you cunts ! Not up my fuckin' bum-hole !", naked Perseus screamed at the arena slaves and at the ref, as he squirmed helplessly between the two stakes. The arena slaves then purposely let the helpless, naked boxer struggle and squirm obscenely, with his limp penis flopping about, for a minute or so, so that the crowd could have a good laugh. Then, an arena slave tried to centre the bulbous end of the stake on Perseus' tightly clenched anus. It was difficult, as Perseus was jerking about so much, but eventually Perseus let out a high-pitched grunt, and the slave, realized he has 'hit the spot', and started forcing the tip of the baton against naked boxer's anal sphincter which Perseus was desperately trying to clamp shut. "No, please ! Don't push it into me !",Perseus begged pathetically, as he managed to hold his anal 'ring' tight for about a minute. For Perseus the minute was like eternity, and the slaves became impatient, with one slave holding the big, naked boxer's shoulders, while the other slave struggled to penetrate Perseus' anus. Eventually, of course, Perseus had to give up. "Shit ! It's goin' right up me ! I'm fuckin' skewered !", Perseus groaned, as the bulky head of baton slowly disappeared into his pink, tightly puckered anus. The crowd, happy to see the big, cheating boxer humiliated in such an appalling way, cheered enthusiastically. At the same time Perseus groaned and squirmed obscenely, and his penis started to stiffen and swell once again. The referee then told the slave who had impaled Perseus to bugger Perseus with the baton, and soon Perseus was jerking back and forth, as the slave pulled the baton in and out of Perseus' straining anus. "Oh shit ! No ! - Don't fuckin' fuck me !", Perseus moaned, as he was roughly buggered by the young arena-slave. Once the rape got under way, Perseus' penis became extremely 'hard', and very swollen, - which was not unusual in such situations, - with all the veins standing out, and his foreskin pulled right back, uncovering the glistening, dark pink 'head' of his penis. With each thrust the young slave made, Perseus' penis, dangling a long thick string of sticky semen, which was probably the biggest erect penis that most of the people in the arena had ever seen, slapped up against his tanned, glistening belly. The slapping of the huge, exposed 'head' of his penis against his sweaty belly, and the stimulation of his prostate, as the thrusting baton was driven deep inside him was simply too much for Perseus, and he soon felt his semen uncontrollably rising down in his groin. "Shit - I think - I think I'm gonna fuckin' cum !", the young, blond boxer groaned. This, of course encouraged the arena slave to thrust faster and more deeply into the struggling lad's tight anus. Then Perseus' second orgasm of the morning swept over him. "Oh fuck ! Yes !", Perseus groaned loudly, to no one in particular, and his tanned sweating body started to shudder violently as it was held tightly between the two posts. "FUCK !", he then blurted out as a huge rope of thick, creamy semen lazily squirted from his incredibly stiff penis, and splattered down onto the sand about a meter away. This was immediately followed by four more squirts, each squirt being ejected with slightly less force. While Perseus was still ejaculating, the arena-slave pulled the dildo out of Perseus' anus, causing Perseus to grunt loudly. Even after his orgasm, Perseus was still disgustingly 'aroused', and stood, tied between the two posts groaning, and shifting from one foot to the other as he dribbled the last of his semen. The unfortunate, and somewhat 'demented' boxer was obviously still obscenely over-sexed, and when the arena-slave bent him over and rammed the baton back up Perseus' anus, the big 'muscle-stud's' penis almost exploded as it jerked up again. "Masturbate him ! - Make him 'cum' !", the referee said to the youngest of the arena-slaves, curtly. It was the custom for the youngest, most junior of the arena-slaves to be required to carry out the demeaning and unpleasant task of masturbating defeated fighters and condemned criminals when this proved necessary in order to keep the crowd happy. The young lad had no choice and stood to one side of the bound fighter and grabbed hold of Perseus huge, jerking penis. "Get off, cunt !", Perseus grunted, pretending to be offended by the young slave's attentions.
Ignoring the big, naked boxer, the young arena-slave started pumping the straining foreskin, pulling it up and down over Perseus' the dark, gleaming 'head' of Perseus' penis. After a while Perseus started grunting, as he looked intently at the good-looking young slave. "Go on, then – cunt ! Pump it hard !", Perseus finally grunted, as he finally admitted that he wanted the youngster to 'toss him off'. "Come on, son ! Make me fuckin' cum !", Perseus then blurted out, as he rhythmically pushed his hips forwards, literally 'fucking' the young slave's fist ! "Yes, son ! This is it ! Keep going !", Perseus panted, as the crow laughed at the spectacle of the big muscular boxer being violently 'brought off' by the young arena-slave. Finally Perseus pushed his hips right up, as his bulky testicles pulled into his hairy groin. "Keep goin' ! I'm fuckin' cummin !", Perseus then groaned, as he let go of the first squirt of semen, which splashed onto the black leggings of the startled young arena-slave. Not wanting any more of the big, groaning boxer's ejaculate on him, the young slave moved away, letting go of Perseus' penis, which then started to jerk up and down, violently, with each huge rope of semen that spewed from the gaping 'head' of his penis . While Perseus groaned and pumped out his 'seed' over the sand, another arena-slave pulled the jerking baton out of Perseus' anus. “Come on, Ref, let me fuck 'im now ! I wanna show the cunt that he can't just punch me in the fuckin' bollocks 'an get away with it !”, Nerva grunted to the referee, as he his pumped at his big thick penis in order to get it fully erect. “Go on then, son ! Bugger him !”, the referee replied, realizing that the crowd were keen to see the two big boxers having sex. Immediately Nerva pushed Perseus' head down, and rammed full length of his huge thick penis deep into Perseus' twitching anus, so that Perseus' was fully penetrated while he was still ejaculating. "Shit ! I'm still fuckin' cummin' !", Perseus grunted, wide eyed and shocked that his rectum was once again filled. Nerva then gave Perseus' a good 'shafting'. “Ge off my fuckin' arse – you fuckin' bum-fucker !”, Perseus grunted as Nerva roughly buggered him in front of the crowd. Once again Perseus was jerking back and forth as young Nerva deeply 'ploughed' his naked opponent's most 'private part'. "Come on, Perseus ! Let's see you cum again !", Nerva panted, as he pleased the crowd with his energetic thrusting. Perseus, however, despite the fact that he was a really 'aroused' stud, couldn't ejaculate again so quickly. Nerva, on the other hand, had been 'aroused' since the beginning of the fight, and once he got his penis into Perseus' rectum he found it almost impossible to stop himself ejaculating really quickly. "Shit ! I'm cummin' !", Nerva groaned loudly, as he pulled his jerking penis out of Perseus' anus, and started to squirt a huge 'load' of creamy semen all over Perseus' huge, muscular, sweaty buttocks. One rope after another of hot semen slopped over Perseus' backside, trickling slowly down his thighs and down the crack between his buttocks. Perseus certainly knew that Nerva had ejaculated over him, and by then he was horribly 'aroused' again, with his huge penis so 'pumped-up' that it looks as if it was going to burst. "Well, Perseus. - Say 'thank you'. After all, I have 'serviced' you well !", Nerva said mockingly, slapping Perseus on his bent back. "Fuck off, cunt !", Perseus grunted, obviously disgusted at what had just happened. "Just fuckin' untie me - you cunt !", Perseus said angrily, as he struggled against he ropes that were holding him in his undignified position, with his head down and his backside held high. By then the crowd were laughing and jeering, however, as they could easily see that, despite his protests, Perseus was appallingly 'aroused', and was actually desperate for relief from his unbearably strong erection. "Look Nerva, if your not gonna untie me - well you can see my fuckin' problem - at least give me some relief !" "No way, son !", Nerva snapped back, "If you need to 'get your rocks off', then you'll have to do it yourself !". Nerva then instructed the arena-slaves to untie Perseus right arm - that way Perseus could masturbate, if he really wanted to, while his ankles and his left wrist were still tied to the two posts, ensuring that he remained completely helpless. Perseus immediately grabbed his massively swollen penis, and started pulling his foreskin back and forth over the huge, bulging 'head' of his penis, while the crowd laughed and cheered, making ribald comments and shouting encouragements for him to 'get his rocks off'. Long strings of sticky semen swung crazily from his jerking penis as Perseus worked himself up into a frenzy. Having already ejaculated twice, it took Perseus quite a long time to reach orgasm, which was all the better, as the crowd were quite happy to watch and laugh and joke while the big, naked boxer 'played' obscenely with his hugely overgrown penis, - pumping it, stroking it and pulling at it as he desperately tried to relieve himself. Meanwhile the ref, the arena slaves and Nerva and some of the other boxers watched with interest, and some amusement, as blond Perseus frantically 'beat his meat' with his one free hand. Finally the heavily muscled, stark naked boxer's body arched and writhed upwards.
"Right, - let's see how much spunk the big guy squirts out this time." the referee said laconically, turning to young Nerva. By this time Perseus eye's were bulging and glazing over, and his huge, heavy testicles were pulling up to his blond hairy crotch. "Oh FUCK ! -This is - is fuckin' - IT !", Perseus groaned. Seeing the big naked boxer writhe up in an orgasmic spasm, the crowd started to cheer. There was a brief delay between Perseus' orgasm starting and his ejaculation, and he looked round to Nerva, as if he were not sure what was happening. Then the first long string of ejaculate shot from Perseus' penis, barely missing one of the arena-slaves. Perseus then proceeded to pump spurt after spurt of thick, creamy semen over the sand, not realizing yet that this was the last ever ejaculation he would squirt from his penis, (there would be another one, but it would be a bit strange). As soon as Perseus has finished ejaculating, an arena-slave re-tied his free arm. At the same time another slave went round behind him with the baton. "No ! Please ! Don't shove that - ", the next two words came out at a much higher pitch, - "up me - again !", because the baton had been rammed back up into his rectum. Because Perseus had just ejaculated, his penis was beginning to go soft and limp, but as soon as the baton was forced up into his rectum, he started to get erect again. Perseus was then left tied between the two posts, standing upright, with his huge, stiff 'member' poking up at about forty-five degrees, and dribbling a long string of semen. The referee then told one of the arena-slaves to hand Nerva a big, heavy wooden club. He then turned to young Nerva. "Right, Nerva ! - He punched you a couple of times in the groin, so now it's your turn ! You can use the club on his groin a many times as you like - it doesn't matter how much you injure him, as you're going to 'finish' him off at the end anyway." Nerva smiled and took the club. "No ! Please ! You can't do this !", Perseus screamed, as Nerva prepared to club him in the groin. Nerva, remembering the vicious attack by Perseus on his testicles, ignored his helpless opponent's pleas, and brought the club up right between Perseus' legs as the crowd roared. "FUCK !", Perseus squealed horribly, his cry rising above the crowd's roar, as his unprotected testicles were crushed. The poor naked boxer instantly brought his knees together as he writhed in agony between the stakes. Immediately an arena-slave kicked Perseus' knees apart and, at the same time, encouraged Nerva to continue the beating. "Shit ! You fucked up my fuckin' bollocks !", Perseus screamed as Nerva weighed in with another vicious blow. After that Perseus just shrieked, unable to scream anything coherently, as Nerva continued to beat his crotch until, unable to take any more punishment, the poor naked boxer sunk down between the two posts. Nerva then turned to the crowd, raising his still gloved hands in a sign of triumph and, while Perseus sagged between the posts in abject agony, the crowd cheered and applauded. An arena-slave then cut the cords holding Perseus to the posts. The groaning naked boxer then slowly sunk to his knees. "Shit ! Its gone right up me !", Perseus groaned as he went down, causing the baton in his anus to hit the sand and get rammed further up into his guts. Meanwhile his huge erection collapsed, leaving his penis looking like a large, swollen, wrinkled sausage. The arena-slaves then dragged the groaning boxer to the centre of the arena, laying him out on the sand, on his back, with his legs spread, and with the huge, wooden dildo poking obscenely from his exposed, stretched,hairy anus. One of the arena-slaves then started to play with the baton, wiggling and twisting it, and then pumping it in and out a few times. "No - don't fuckin' push it in ! It's right up in my fuckin' guts ! Please !", Perseus pleaded, as the slave 'played' with the baton. Not surprisingly, 'pumping' Perseus' anus had the very effect that they were hoping for, and the big, groaning boxer started to get an erection yet again, despite the beating that his testicles had just taken. Of course poor Perseus didn't get as erect as he had been earlier, but his penis swelled and lengthened almost to it's previous twenty or more centimetres, but the huge column of twitching tumescent meat was unable to rise up off Perseus' heaving, sweaty belly.
MUTILATION Nerva was then handed a spear, while the arena-slaves held Perseus wrists and ankles. "Right ! The crowd are getting tired of this now so we'd better finish him off ! So first emasculate him, - you know, balls and then cock, - but do it slowly, - the crowd like that !". Perseus, of course, heard this, and reacted instantly. "No please ! Not my fuckin 'privates' !", Perseus groaned, looking up pathetically at the referee and young Nerva. "Don't castrate me !". "What's it fuckin' matter !", Nerva retorted. "There's only some mangled pulp in your fat, swollen 'ball-bag' now, you stupid cunt ! Your already a fuckin' eunuch - it just a matter of finishing the job - and then 'finishing' you ! Perseus looked down towards his battered groin, with it's golden pubic hair glistening in the morning sun, and his huge semi-erect penis lying lazily on his well-muscled, sweaty belly. He then looked up pleadingly at the referee and Nerva. He looked like he was going to start crying - but then he started babbling incoherently. "No ! No ! Please ! Please Nerva ! No ! Not my fuckin' 'bits' ! Not me with no fuckin' bollocks ! They're all I got - that an' my cock ! Don't take my balls – please !". While this was going on the crowd were calling for Perseus to be castrated “Less talk ! Cut the big cunt's balls off !” - “Slice 'is fuckin' bollocks off !” - “Castrate the fuckin' wanker !” - “Hack off the fucker's big, fat sausage an' -rip off his fuckin nuts !” -, were some of the ribald and vicious calls coming from the crowd. Then, when Perseus finally realized that Nerva, the crowd, the referee, and everyone else in the arena were intent on his being emasculated, Perseus completely lost his nerve and struggled to get up, but the muscles in his legs and his belly were useless, and any way he was firmly held by the arena-slaves, so he simply wriggled obscenely on the sand, desperately trying to avoid being gelded by his unrelenting opponent. Nerva, however, wasn't going to 'un-man' Perseus straight away. First, - now that he had been given a spear, - he was going to further disable his unfortunate opponent, and to this end Nerva raised the spear above Perseus' belly. "No ! Not in my fuckin' guts !", Perseus whimpered as he wriggled and squirmed on the sand. Nerva then, almost playfully, brought the tip of the spear to within an inch of Perseus heavily ridged, 'washboard abs'. Instantly, Perseus pulled in his muscular belly, and equally instantly Nerva lowered the spear so that it was just touching Perseus' abdomen. "No ! Please !", Perseus pleaded, as he desperately tried to hold in his belly. Of course Perseus could only hold in his belly, which was by then nearly touching his spine, for a few moments. Forced to breath in, his abdomen expanded and the razor-sharp spear tip slowly pierced his sweaty skin. Perseus then bore down on the spear, and the whole of the blade disappeared inside Perseus belly, piercing the naked boxer's bladder. Immediately bloody urine sprayed from his defiantly stiff, waving penis. "Oh shit ! No !", Perseus squeaked, as he looked with protruding, staring eyes at the fountain of red liquid squirting from the huge, shiny dark 'head' of his frantically jerking 'member'. Then Perseus, while he was still urinating, and in an apparently in a final bid to save himself, Perseus reached up and grabbed Nerva by the testicles. The young lad kept his nerve, however, and instead of trying to pull free, and possibly injuring himself, he waited to see what Perseus would do, relying on the fact that his badly injured opponent had very little strength, or will-power left, at that point. Because Perseus was so weak, and was practically a eunuch already, after having had his testicles beaten to a pulp, instead of trying to rip off Nerva's scrotum, Perseus just held on to Nerva's testicles - almost fondled them as the spear came down again, - this time piercing his bulging, shaved scrotum. The spear went straight through the smooth, pink skin, straight through the wrinkled 'seam', and between the mangled testicles rather than through them. The baton, which was poking out of Perseus' anus, immediately jerked up as his anal sphincter, in response to his scrotum being skewered, tightened up. "Shit ! My fuckin ball-bag !", Perseus moaned, as he instantly lay rigidly still, skewered by his scrotum to the sand and terrified to move an inch in case he accidentally castrated himself.. Having skewered his naked opponent's scrotum, Nerva then found it quite difficult to castrated Perseus with a spear. Having got the spear between Perseus' testicles, Nerva then prodded around, feeling for the cords and muscles which attached Perseus' testes to his groin. This was also quite difficult as the beating that Nerva had given to Perseus' groin a little earlier had practically pulverized the poor fighter's testicles, although his spermatic cords, and blood vessels were still intact, as far as Nerva could tell. These Nerva deftly sliced, eliciting a grunted "Shit ! " from Perseus. Perseus' mangled testicles, at that point were loose in his shaved, pink scrotum, and he was effectively castrated, and therefore a eunuch - although the stupid boxer didn't seem to realize that he had been neutered.
Equally the crowd, could not see clearly that 'sexy Perseus' had been neutered, unlike Nerva, the referee and the arena-slaves, who could see that the vestiges of Perseus' heavy but mangled testicles were now loose inside his 'pouch', and their weight was dragging down his drooping scrotal 'bag'. That, however, was not enough for the crowd. They wanted to see Perseus' testicles, or his bulky scrotum, still containing what was left of his testes, sliced off, and ostentatiously lying on the sand - quite separate from the big boxer who had once lovingly owned them. Nerva, however, was quite happy to oblige the crowd, who were calling out with cries of - 'Cut the cunt's bollocks off !', - 'Castrate the fuckin' tosser !', - 'Chop the big fucker's nuts off !', - and the like. Perseus could obviously hear all those comments, and in addition, didn't seem to realize that he had actually been already, technically, castrated. In actual fact, he probably had very little sensation of pain in his testicles and scrotum after the beating he had received earlier from Nerva, which is why he had shown very little reaction, much to the crowd's disappointment, when his cords had been cut. "No ! Not my fuckin 'nuts' ! Please !", Perseus, who was still holding Nerva's balls, begged plaintively. "Stop bein' fuckin' stupid !", Nerva retorted. "You're already a fuckin' eunuch, - I cut your cords already - so slicing your fuckin' ball-bag off makes no fuckin' difference !" Perseus stared wide-eyed at Perseus. "Fuck ! I'm a fuckin' eunuch ?", he moaned, looking down to where his testicles, lying between his outstretched legs, and to one side of the baton still poking out of his anus, were scraping the sand in his horribly distended scrotum. "My fuckin' bollocks are fucked then ?", Perseus asked, gazing up at Nerva like a stupid little boy. Nerva couldn't be bothered with any more chat, however, and the crowd were getting restless, so he brought the spear blade down beside Perseus' left thigh, (as he lay on his back on the sand), and twisting it round sharply, he brought it across, cutting right through the root of Perseus' pink, shaved scrotum. Perseus' hips bucked, more because his upper thighs had been nicked in the process, rather than from the pain of loosing his manhood. "Oh shit ! You've cut em' off ! You tosser ! - You've really cut 'em off ! You've cut my fuckin' bollocks off !", Perseus moaned, rather pointlessly, to no one in particular, as he wriggled pathetically on the sand, trying to look at his mutilated groin. "Yeh ! Satisfied ?", Nerva asked, half in jest and half petulantly, bending over his prostrate and castrated opponent - "Now your really are a fuckin' eunuch - an' now you fuckin' look like one as well !". Nerva then grabbed hold of Perseus right arm, the hand of which still had hold of his testicles. "An' perhaps you'd like to let go of my fuckin' bollocks. You ain't go the strength any more to pull 'em off, and now you can't start to get sexy with me, 'cause you got no fuckin' balls !". And Nerva was right. Perseus was losing blood quite fast, from the wound in his belly and the new wound in his groin. He was also right about the fact that Perseus had no testes, but the naked fighter, amazingly, still had a prominent erection. This however was probably not from his libido, but because the blood vessels had been blocked by swelling caused by the bruising to his groin. Perseus, reluctantly let go of his young opponent's scrotum, and immediately an arena-slave grabbed hold of the arm, to ensure that Perseus didn't try to resist any further mutilations, or the final stroke that would finally kill him. Perseus, of course, would have to be killed because he was slowly bleeding to death, and anyway a castrated boxer was no use to Grachus - he couldn't even be used as a 'bum-boy' because the baton in his rectum had ripped his anus, and fatally mangled his guts, and anyway he was not pretty or young enough to be what was called in arena slang, 'prick-fodder' ! Now contrary to what you may read in other accounts, (more often fantasies, rather than real accounts), while the Romans were able to 'patch up' wounded fighters, usually by cauterizing the damaged or cut blood vessels, this was in most cases unsuccessful, as dirty weapons, loincloths, armour and sand contaminated with blood faeces, semen, and internal organs and secretions, usually infected the wounds, and most fighters who were treated thus usually died of shock or septicaemia. Usually it was easier, and cheaper, to take the simple,- and with the crowd, - the most popular way out, and have the wounded fighter spectacularly killed at the end of the fight - after all the kind of slaves who fought in the arena were 'two a penny'. Regardless, Perseus had had a good run for his money. He had almost beaten Nerva, got to have three orgasms, got himself buggered, (which he probably really enjoyed), and got himself castrated without even realizing what had happened to him, (he wasn't very bright anyway). "Right ! Cut off his penis - let him squirm for a while for the crowd - and then 'finish' him !", the referee told Nerva dryly. Nerva was then given a curved knife by one of the arena-slaves. At the thought of completely castrating Perseus, Nerva started to get another erection as he approached his struggling opponent. Perseus, however, was held down by the arena-slaves, and anyway he now had very little energy left to resist. "Oh no ! Not my penis as well !", Perseus moaned, looking at his huge 'tool', which was lying, twitching on his bloodstained, heaving belly. "You won't need no cock now if you got no fuckin' bollocks !", Nerva quipped nonchalantly, trying to make it all seem normal.
"Shit ! No !", Perseus pleaded, squirming, "Don't cut it off ! Don't cut my fuckin' prick off - 'cause it's still fuckin' 'hard' - 'an I'll fuckin' bleed to death if you fuckin' cut it !". Nerva, of course, couldn't care less, as he was going to 'finish' Perseus as soon as he had amputated his helpless opponent's huge, twitching penis, and to that end he went down on one knee and grabbed hold of the huge, still stiff 'tool'. With cries from the crowd of 'Chop off the wanker's 'donkey-dick'!', “Cut the cunt's knob off !”, and 'Slice his fuckin' prick like a fuckin salami !', Nerva first gave Perseus' big penis a few tugs and strokes, just to pump it up a bit harder so that the crowd could get a real thrill by seeing a fully erect and unusually large 'member' being sliced off. Perseus instantly went wide-eyed. "Yeh ! Toss me off ! Please !", he groaned to Nerva, "I wanna fuckin' cum just one last time !". Perseus was obviously going a bit hysterical, but men in the arena often got obscenely 'aroused' just before they were mutilated or killed, even after, (like Perseus), they had lost their testicles. "No fuckin' way I' gonna toss you off, you stupid cunt !", Nerva retorted, and he started to slice through the huge, veined column of Perseus' phallus. Immediately Perseus buttocks lifted off the sand, and the baton poking out of his stretched but still puckered anus started jerking up and down as spasms of pain ran from the root of Perseus' penis, down his twitching , hairy, bulging perineum, to his anal sphincter, which then clenched and unclenched on the wooden baton in repeated spasms. "Do it quick !", Perseus shrieked at Nerva "Don't fuckin' 'saw' it - I can't take the fuckin' pain !". When Nerva was halfway through Perseus' obscenely thick penis, the shrieking fighter's hips were pushed right up, Perseus would have said 'gladius' rather "No ! NO ! - Please !", Perseus shrieked, "Not my fuckin' prick ! than 'prick' – meaning sword, a slang word Please !", Perseus begged, as he balanced precariously on his for the penis shoulder-blades and his hips. "You CU-NT !", Perseus then squealed, as Nerva finally pulled the wobbling penis from the trembling fighter's golden, hairy groin which then, predictably, started to gush blood. As Nerva started to get to his feet, holding his prized trophy, the baton in Perseus' anus started jerking even more violently. The shrieking fighter's impaled anus was reacting violently - and this was because he was actually ejaculating, and squirting a huge rope of semen from the bloody stump where his penis had been. This squirt of ejaculate then travelled in an arc, and landed on the rapidly jerking baton poking out of Perseus anus. "Oh shit ! - I'm fuckin cummin' - without a cock ! ", Perseus groaned, as the crowd cheered and laughed as the naked, completely castrated boxer 'danced' on his shoulders and heels, pumping out repeated ropes of semen in his final - last ever – orgasm. Of course many of the crowd thought that a castrated man or boy couldn't ejaculate, not realizing that if it had been done recently, the eunuch could produce semen from his seminal vesicle, although it would contain no seed (sperm). And this is what poor Perseus did, - shooting endless blanks onto the sand from his severed urethra. Even so it was an unusual sight to see a naked man squirting semen from his hairy, bleeding groin, and Nerva, who was still holding Perseus' severed penis, and the Referee simply looked on amazed.
DEATH "Finish him now - while he still having his orgasm - the crowd will like it !", the referee said quickly, handing Nerva back his spear. Nerva straight away threw Perseus' useless severed phallus down onto the sand and, grabbing the spear, went over to where Perseus was grunting obscenely; jerking his hips, and jerking the big baton in his twitching anus, as he violently squirted out the last of his useless 'seed' from the urethral opening in the bloody stump of his hairy groin. "Fuck ! Fuck ! FUCK !", Perseus grunted, with each spurt that shot from his mutilated, hairy groin. The poor, naked and totally emasculated boxer was so engrossed in his fourth final, very intense, and rather strange orgasm that he hadn't heard the referee ordering his killing and, before he even knew what was happening, Nerva speared him in the neck, instantly severing the naked, squirming eunuch's wind-pipe. The last thing that Perseus had ever said was 'Bollocks !' as he had his last ever ejaculation.- and it was a word that many in the crowd thought rather well summed up the big blond fighter. All he could do then, after his neck was speared, was gurgle, as blood frothed out of his mouth and nose. Despite that he remained on his shoulders and heels, still dribbling out the last of his semen from his bloody groin, as he slowly started to drown in his own blood. The arena slaves then released him, and one of Perseus' trembling hands dug deep into the thick, golden curls of his thick clump of pubic hair, possibly searching uselessly for his severed 'sex-parts'. The other had jerked up spasmodically to his neck, as it tried to stem the flow of blood from his slashed wind-pipe.
For a few minutes poor Perseus squirmed frantically and pathetically in his final agony, his eyes bulging and staring wildly at Nerva and the referee, as he tried to impotently to scream, and maybe spit out some final words (probably just 'Bollocks !" knowing Perseus), or less likely, maybe a cry for help. While the dying, sexless, stark-naked boxer writhed obscenely, the crowd cheered and applauded, and Nerva, the referee and the arena-slaves looked on - Nerva obviously satisfied to see his cheating opponent dying in such obvious and humiliating agony. Utterly naked Perseus was doomed to slowly asphyxiate. Gurgling horribly, he wriggled repulsively on the sand, for an inordinately long time. Throughout that time the poor boxer knew he was dying, and was helpless, - with the crowd cheering and avidly watching the huge baton waving up and down as it poked out of his obscenely twitching anus. Finally poor Perseus dropped back onto the sand, with his big muscular buttocks squelching onto the pool of semen that he had just ejaculated. As the lifeless, naked and mutilated body came to rest, the thick wooden baton flopped downwards, as Perseus' once tight anus gaped open obscenely and noisily dribbled a stinking pool of dark excrement onto the sand. In some ways Gracchus was disappointed that Perseus had 'pushed his luck' with the referee in his attempt to defeat young Nerva. Perseus had been one of Gracchus' favourite boxers, as the big blond 'brute' was a favourite with the crowd. However, the fickle crowd had quickly turned against its favourite, and once the referee had decided in favour of Nerva, the spectators were only to happy to see big Perseus shockingly humiliated, and eventually castrated and killed.
AFTERMATH Realizing that big blond Perseus was finally dead, although the big, muscular, naked corpse was still twitching, belching and farting, the crowd then cheered Nerva as the victor. Mean while the arena slaves trussed up Perseus' impaled, castrated, naked, and bloody corpse. The severed, shaved scrotum, containing the dead boxer's loose and pulped testicles, was hung round the neck of the limp, sagging corpse, and the still swollen and huge penis was shoved into the corpse's gaping mouth. Finally , the pale, naked corpse of the mutilated eunuch - that had been Perseus; the big, blond, sexy and massively 'well-endowed' boxer - was hung from the arena-wall, and only cut down, and then butchered for food for the arena animals, at the end of the Day at the Games. Nerva was given Perseus' severed penis and pulped testicles as a trophy of the fight by Grachus. Later that night at Grachus' villa, Nerva, as one of the victors of the arena, was required to put on a private 'performance' for Grachus' friends. During the 'performance' Perseus buggered a number of little slave boys, some of whom also fellated him, as Nerva was Grachus' favourite - at least for that week. Meanwhile, Perseus' severed penis ended up, shrivelled and blackened, in the rubbish heap. Perseus' bulky, shaved scrotum, however, had the mangled remains of the testicles scooped out, and was washed and tanned and lined with red velvet, and neatly sewn into an elegant money purse, which Nerva used regularly for the remaining days of his short life – because Nerva, too, ended up, a few months later, as a mutilated, sexless corpse, hanging naked from the arena wall. So, with the boxing contests having come to an end, the crowd settled back as the naked wrestlers entered the arena and started to pose prior to pairing up for their fights.
© copyright Paul Lawrence 2009
A DAY AT THE GAMES - ROMAN PANKRATION
PREFACE TO THE PANKRATION Roman attitudes to sexuality, violence and morality in the 1 st Century were very different to those generally accepted in the 21st Century. These accounts of events in a private Roman Arena attempt to be as historically accurate as possible. With regard to the photos; settings, costumes, and ancillary equipment, all have been re-produced according to the most reliable historical evidence now available. The text describes in detail exactly what would have happened in such a fight, but the dialogue of the main characters, has been updated to modern, and very explicit forms of 'slang', to reflect, in contemporary form, the kind of classical language (low class, common and crude), that would have been used at the time. This section, & the other reconstructions, therefore contain very strong language.
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THE ROMAN PENKRATION The Roman Pankration was nothing more than legalized street fighting. Whatever was not specifically forbidden was done, and , by this late date, nothing was forbidden. Apart from gladiatorial contests, this was the goriest, messiest, and dirtiest of blood sports, and it always attracted an enormous crowd. The pankration was a combat sport introduced into the Greek Olympic Games in 648 BC and founded as a blend of boxing and wrestling. The term comes from the Ancient Greek, and literally means "all powers" from 'pan' meaning "all", and 'kratos' meaning "strength" or "power" Some consider it as the first all-encompassing fighting system in human history. It is also arguable that pankration competitions in antiquity were the closest an athletic event has come to outright, no-rules, empty hand combat. In classical mythology it was said that the heroes Heracles and Theseus invented pankration as a result of using both wrestling and boxing in their confrontations with opponents. Theseus was said to have utilized his extraordinary pankration skills to defeat the dreaded Minotaur in the Labyrinth. Heracles was said to have subdued the Nemean lion using pankration, and was often depicted in ancient artwork doing that. In this context, it should be noted that pankration was also referred to as pammachon or pammachion, meaning "total combat", from 'pan', "all-" or "total", and 'mache' meaning "combat". The term pammachon was older, and would later become used less than the term pankration. The mainstream academic view has been that pankration was the product of the development of archaic Greek society of the seventh century BC, whereby, as the need for expression in violent sport increased, pankration filled a niche of "total contest" that neither boxing or wrestling could. However, some evidence suggests that pankration, in both its sport form and its combat form, may have been practiced in Greece already from the second millennium BC. Pankration, as practised in historical antiquity in ancient Greece and Rome, was a combat event that combined techniques of both boxing 'pygme-/pygmachia', and wrestling 'pale', as well as additional elements, such as the use of strikes with the lower extremities, to create a broad fighting sport very similar to today's mixed martial arts competitions. There is evidence that, although knock outs were common, most pankration competitions were probably decided on the ground where both striking and submission techniques would freely come into play. Pankratiasts were highly skilled grapplers and were extremely effective in applying a variety of take-downs, chokes, and punishing joint locks. However, pankration was more than just an event in the athletic competitions of the ancient world; it was also part of the arsenal of Greek and Roman soldiers – including the famous Spartan hoplites, Alexander the Great's Macedonian phalanx and Caesar's legionaries. The feats of the ancient pankratiasts became legendary. Stories abound of champions who were considered invincible beings. Arrhichion, Dioxippus, Polydamas of Skotoussa and Theagenes are among the most highlyrecognized names. By the Imperial Period, the Romans had adopted the Greek combat sport (spelled in Latin as pancratium) into their Games. In 393 A.D. the pankration, along with gladiatorial combat and all pagan festivals, was abolished by edict of the Christian Byzantine Emperor Theodosius I. Pankration itself was an event in the Olympic Games and in the Roman arena for some 1000 years. There were neither weight divisions nor time limits in pankration competitions. However, there were two or three age groups in the competitions of antiquity. In the Olympic Games specifically there were only two such age groups: men (andres) and boys (paides). The pankration event for boys was established at the Olympic Games in 200 B.C. and continued right up to Roman times. In many pankration competitions, referees were armed with stout rods or switches to enforce the rules. In fact, there were only two rules regarding combat: contestants were allowed all except to gouge eyes or to bite. The contest itself usually continued uninterrupted until one of the combatants submitted, was knocked-out or was killed.
Unlike the Greek Pankration, in which the contestants fought naked, in the Roman Pankration the wrestlers fought wearing loincloths, - a hangover from the Roman dislike of nudity. Pankration fighters also wore leggings, and sometimes even boots and arm-guards, in the same style as gladiators. Most fighters were shaved of all their body-hair, except for their pubic hair, and were lightly oiled. Pankration wrestlers, unlike the naked Greek style wrestlers, usually wore a 'cup', ( crotch-protector ), made of horn or stiffened leather, under their loincloth, to protect them from low punches, and knees and kicks to the groin. Occasionally wrestlers were not permitted to wear a 'cup', and this inevitably ended in their defeat in the arena ( see Lucius v Justin ). It was possible for a defeated fighter to 'submit' and 'give' his fight to his victorious opponent, but this didn't always mean the end of the fight, and often the defeated contestant was forced to go on, suffering more and more punishment, until the fight finally ended in the mutilation and usually horrific death of the unfortunate loser.
VINDREX THE GAUL
GAULS (Latin: Gallia) is the historical name used by the Romans for the region of Western Europe approximating present day France and Belgium, but also sometimes including the Po Valley, western Switzerland, and the parts of the Netherlands and Germany on the west bank of the Rhine. The inhabitants of that region were speakers of the Gaulish language (an early variety of Celtic).
THE ROMANS CONQUER GAUL The Gauls, under Brennus, defeated Roman forces in a battle circa 390 BC, and in 281 BC. Another Gaulish chieftain, also named Brennus, at the head of a large army, was only turned back from desecrating the Temple of Apollo at Delphi in Greece at the last minute — he was alarmed, it was said, by portents of thunder and lightning. At the same time a migrating band of Celts, some 10,000 warriors, with their women and children and slaves, were moving through Thrace. Three tribes of Gauls crossed over from Thrace to Asia Minor at the express invitation of Nicomedes I, king of Bithynia. However, in in 58 BC the Roman proconsul and general Julius Caesar pushed his army into Gaul, on the pretext of assisting Rome's Gaullish allies against the migrating Helvetii. With the help of various Gallic tribes (for example, the Aedui) he managed to conquer nearly all of Gaul. The Arverni tribe, however, under Chieftain Vercingetorix, still defied Roman rule. Julius Caesar was checked by Vercingetorix at a siege of Gergorvia, a fortified town in the center of Gaul. Caesar's alliances with many Gallic tribes broke. Even the Aedui, their most faithful supporters, threw in their lot with the Arverni but the ever loyal Remi (best known for its cavalry) and Lingones sent troops to support to Caesar. The Germans of the Ubii also sent cavalry which Caesar equipped with Remi horses. Caesar captured Vercingetorix in the Battle of Alesia, which ended the majority of Gallic resistance to Rome. As many as a million people (probably 1 in 4 of the Gauls) died, and another million were enslaved, and 300 tribes were subjugated and 800 cities were destroyed during the Gallic Wars,and the entire population of the city of Avaricum (Bourges) (40,000 in all) were slaughtered. During Julius Caesar's campaign against the Helvetii (present-day Switzerland) approximately 60% of the tribe was destroyed, and another 20% was taken into slavery. This, of course, was over a hundred years before Grachus established his private arena, but Gallic slaves were still occasionally available as a result of skirmishes between the Roman legions and renegade rebel groups of Gauls.
ROMAN ATTITUDES TOWARDS GAULS The traditional Roman view of the Gauls can be expressed easily in one word: excessive. To the Romans the Gauls were excessive in their personal appearance and behaviour, in their manner of making war, and in their religion. The reported Gallic appearance and modes of behaviour violated the traditional Roman virtues of 'industria', 'gravitas', 'constantia', and 'severitas'. One could hardly imagine a people whose countenance and customs would more offend Roman sensibilities. Undoubtedly, the Roman view of Gauls was informed to a large degree by fear, given that the Gauls were the only enemy of Rome that had sacked the Eternal City prior to its fall. Diodorus Siculus writes that in appearance the "Gauls are tall of body, with rippling muscles, and white of skin, and their hair is blond." Further, the Gauls accentuated this foreign lightness by washing their hair with lime and pulling it back from the forehead "so that their appearance is like Satyrs and Pans . They, men and women, wear bracelets, heavy necklaces (torcs), rings, and even corselets, of gold. Their clothing is "striking -- shirts which have been dyed and embroidered in varied colours, and breeches; and they wear striped coats...in which are set checks, close together and of varied hues." Strabo describes how this excess in appearance extends into Gallic behaviour. They exhibit "simplicity and high-spiritedness...[and] witlessness and boastfulness." This "levity of character" makes them look "not only insufferable when victorious, but also scared out of their wits when worsted." Both Diodorus and Cicero describe Gallic speech as being harsh. Diodorus says that "when they meet together they converse with few words and in riddles, hinting darkly at things for the most part and using one word when they mean another...." All of the sources describe them as boasters. But Diodorus also says that they have sharp wits and "are not without cleverness at learning." Also, the Gauls drink to excess. Besides drinking their own beer and mead (fermented honey), the Gauls, according to Diodorus "are exceedingly addicted to the use of wine. They drink the wine without mixing it with water, and they drink until they fall into a stupor or a state of madness." According to Aristotle, most "belligerent nations" are strongly influenced by their women, but the Celts were unusual because of openly preferred male lovers. Athenaeus echoes this comment and so does Ammianus and it seems to be the general opinion of antiquity. The Roman Greek rhetorician and grammarian Athenaeus, repeating assertions made by Diodorus Siculus in the 1st century BC, wrote that Celtic women were beautiful but that the men preferred to sleep together. Caesar wrote that "The Insubres and the Boii wore trousers and light cloaks, but the Gaesatae, in their love of glory and defiant spirit, had thrown off their garments and taken up their position in front of the whole army naked and wearing nothing but their arms... The appearance of these naked warriors was a terrifying spectacle, for they were all men of splendid physique and in the prime of life." Livy recorded that the Celts of Asia Minor fought naked, and their wounds were plain to see on the whiteness of their bodies. The Greek historian Dionysius of Halicanassus regarded this as a foolish tactic: "Our enemies fight naked. What injury could their long hair, their fierce looks, their clashing arms do us? These are mere symbols of barbarian boastfulness." While Vindrex, in deference to the customs of Roman Pankration fighters, appeared in the arena in a tiny, backless loincloth, another fighter in this series, Mendrix a young teenage gladiator, fought without a loincloth, exposing his genitalia in true Gallic fashion.
VINDREX AND LUCIAN 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 naked, as a special 'treat' for 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 armguards, 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'
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 neck. 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 arenaslave 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 out a 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 'crotchprotector 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 arenaslaves, 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 semistiff penis, which sprayed out some urine, slapped up against his sweaty, trembling belly. “SHIT ! 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 fuckin' 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 told an arena-slave to take a thick, wooden baton and impale the young Gaul. 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 the arena-slave 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, Lucian released his 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, despite the fact that the naked boy with a baton poking out of his anus made a good show, 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 fuckin' 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 – and so also ended young Vindrex's very brief career in the arena.
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ROMAN EXECUTIONS
PREFACE TO ROMAN EXECUTIONS Roman attitudes to sexuality, violence and morality in the 1 st Century were very different to those generally accepted in the 21st Century. These accounts of events in a private Roman Arena attempt to be as historically accurate as possible. With regard to the photos; settings, costumes, and ancillary equipment, all have been re-produced according to the most reliable historical evidence now available. The text describes in detail exactly what would have happened in such a fight, but the dialogue of the main characters, has been updated to modern, and very explicit forms of 'slang', to reflect, in contemporary form, the kind of classical language (low class, common and crude), that would have been used at the time. This section, & the other reconstructions, therefore contain very strong language.
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After the boxers, wrestlers and pankration wrestlers had 'performed' in the arena, killing, mutilating and abusing one another, the sun would be high in the sky, and the arena would become unpleasantly hot and stuffy. Most of the patricians would leave their private boxes at that point, and retire to have lunch with their friends – only returning to watch the gladiatorial combats. Most of the audience, however, would stay and brave the heat, buying snacks and drinks from the vendors who sold their various wares as the trudged up and down between the seats. For many, of course, this was the highlight of their day at the Games, for this was the time when condemned criminals were publicly, tortured, humiliated, abused and eventually – after much suffering – were executed. All those to be executed in the arena were, however, slaves, as Roman citizens could not be executed in public. Roman executions were performed in many different ways. The Romans, rather like Gilbert and Sullivan's 'Mikado', were keen on 'letting the punishment fit the crime'. Arsonists were, obviously, burnt alive. Slaves who had stolen food (which for slaves could be a capital offence), would be disembowelled. A slave who had stolen money or precious metals from their masters would have their guts burnt out by having molten metal poured down their throat. Runaway slaves would be nailed to a cross or stake (crucifixion), and rapist would be anally impaled. The first condemned slaves to be dealt with, on the day in question, were Zenno and Marcus, who had been found guilty of rape, and had been condemned to be tortured and executed in the arena. From Etruscan times, right at the beginning of Roman history, the punishment for rape had been a very specific form of public execution. By the early empire, (the period of Grachus' 'Private Games'), the form of this public execution had been refined so that it was by then an exquisitely horrific process, intended as a potent deterrent to 'oversexed' slaves. As a result of their contacts with Eastern empires, (such as the Persian and Egyptian), the Romans had come across certain barbaric practices, such as genital mutilation & impaling, which they adopted, and used in their punishment of rapists. As a result, the punishment for rape, by this time, had become not just a simple execution, but a brutal and humiliating torture that lasted for up to a half and hour or maybe longer. For reasons that will be explained, at any staging of the Public Games there were always more slaves to be executed for rape than for any other crime, and in most cases it was rape perpetrated on boys. The reason for so many executions for rape lay in the Roman practice of having young boys cared for and educated by male slaves. Slaves, (usually Greek), would dress, wash & bathe the boys in their care. Other slaves would be used to educate the boys, and still other slaves would be used to train the boys in gymnastics and wrestling. All these occasions gave the slaves many opportunities for close personal contact with the boys, (bathing, massage, gymnastics & wrestling all involved nudity), and on occasions a slave would take advantage of these situations, and sexually abuse a boy. While this sometimes happened, the more usual scenario was that a boy either got tired of his slave, or had a disagreement with his slave. It was then easy for the boy to accuse the slave of rape, in order to get rid of him, (it was the Roman boy's word against that of the slave – and a citizen's testimony – even if he were just a boy - was always superior to a slave's),. Of course, if the boy had a real grudge against the slave then he could ask to go to the Games to see the slave executed, and would then had the satisfaction of seeing the slave, (who may had been his teacher or gymnastics instructor), being publicly stripped naked, buggered, anally impaled and completely emasculated. At the end of all this torture, the boy could then finally watch his one-time slave being executed, usually by having his throat cut.
A slave who had been accused of raping a Roman citizen was usually unaware of the gruesome details of the fate that awaited him when his time came to be executed, (slaves were rarely allowed to attend the Private Games), as the magistrate hearing the evidence against him would simply pass a sentence of execution. For the Romans, however, 'the punishment had to fit the crime', and slaves found guilty of buggering a Roman citizen were publicly put to death in the arena in a very specific manner. The execution for rape consisted of being stripped naked, skewered through the anus with a stake, and then being completely emasculated, (penis and both testicles), and left to scream and squirm in agony for a while, before finally being 'finished-off' – either by having the throat cut, or by being decapitated. Some of the slaves had heard rumours that those executed for rape were emasculated first, but in most cases they didn't realize that being castrated didn't just mean having their testicles torn off or cut off, but meant 'total castration', or emasculation, which also called for them to had their penis lopped off, which was looked on as the means by which they had committed their offence. In addition, before being tortured and mutilated, the unfortunate slaves would also be raped in public, in the arena, either by other convicted slaves, or by their executioners, and in many cases would also have to publicly rape other slaves, to supposedly demonstrate their crime, before being tortured and put to death.
Zenno & MARCUS On our day at the games, the first execution of the lunch-time break involved two household slaves. The case of Zenno & Marcus was a typical example of what sometimes happened in a Roman household. Zenno & Marcus were two slaves responsible for the care of Julius, the eldest son of Sennex, the master of the house. Zenno was an older, Greek slave who was responsible for educating the boy, teaching him Latin & Greek grammar, rhetoric & philosophy, among other things. Marcus was Julius' personal body-slave. taking care of the boy's clothes, bathing him, bringing him his food and giving him massages. Marcus would also often practice gymnastics and wrestling with young Marcus. As Julius had got into his early teens he had become obsessed with watching the gladiators & wrestlers at Grachus' private Games. Zenno like most Greeks did not approve. More to the point he disliked Julius' habit of going to his rich young friend Varus', villa where the two boys would get some of the youngest villa-slaves to strip naked and stage mock gladiatorial fights & wrestling bouts which would end with sessions of sexual abuse. In addition, when Julius and his slave, Marcus, practised wrestling, Julius, after seeing the boy-wrestlers' 'fuck-fights' at the Games, had wanted to sexually penetrate Marcus when he won the bout. Marcus, who technically as a slave was obliged to let Marcus do this, had declined, and only been prepared to give Marcus oral sex or masturbate him. As a result, Marcus had problems with both slaves and, in his way of thinking, he needed to get rid of them. The first thing he did was to try and blackmail the slaves by trying to seduce them. As we had see, this didn't work with young Marcus, but Zenno, old, frustrated and captivated by Julius' beauty, allowed Julius to bugger him, thinking that they would change places, and Zenno would get to bugger the boy. but of course Julius was too clever for that, but was now in a good position to accuse his tutor of rape, as he could now describe the older man's intimate parts with ease. Now in a unassailable position Julius therefore proceeded to concoct the accusation that Zenno and Marcus had raped him, and he forged a letter, supposedly from Zenno, describing the crime, in order to thoroughly incriminate the two slaves. Julius, who had seen slaves who had been condemned for rape, stripped, mutilated and killed in the arena, hoped that his accusations would be taken seriously so that he and his friend Varus, who liked a good, gory execution, could enjoy watching his two erstwhile slaves getting what Julius considered to be their 'just deserts' in the arena. As it happened, despite their protestations of innocence, the magistrate obviously believed Julius, the son of a Roman citizen, rather than two slaves. As a result, poor Zenno and Marcus, having been forced to return their fine clothes to their master, were led through the streets to Grachus' Arena wearing just ragged tunics that barely covered them, that had been given to them in the magistrate's jail.
Julius and Varus then had the satisfaction of sitting back in a comfortable box in Grachus' arena and watching the old, fat, hairy tutor, and the young slim body-slave get publicly tortured and executed.
MARCUS & Zenno IN THE ARENA On the morning of the execution Zenno & Marcus, who were reduced to wearing dirty and tattered tunics, and who had been confined to the city jail, were manacled and led out into the main street. There they were forced to walk, with a guard of three soldiers, through the city streets to Grachus' Private Arena. Before entering the arena Zenno & Marcus had been stripped of their tattered tunics, and left with just tiny little flaps of torn cloth covering their 'private parts'. At the same time the slaves had been forced to drink a concoction of wine laced with aphrodisiacs and stimulants - a concoction which was intended to disinhibit them, and hopefully make them sexually aroused. The two condemned slaves, however, would have to wait some time before it was their turn to appear in the arena. First would come the opening ceremonies, and then the boxers and the wrestlers. So Zenno and Marcus had to wait in their little cell while the listened to the roar of the crowd as the naked boxers and wrestlers fought, and often 'abused' and killed one another on the sunlit sand. As has been explained, executions always started at midday. Most of the senators and patricians would go to lunch at this time, as they considered the executions to be demeaning and uninteresting – as they mistakenly believed that there was no skill or art in simply torturing and killing a slave. On the other hand the 'lower orders' loved a good execution.
ZENNO & MARCUS ENTER THE ARENA When Zenno and Marcus entered the arena there was, predictably, lots of booing and hissing, after all they were viewed as child molesters - not that Julius was really a child. The arena slaves, mainly young men in their late twenties and thirties, dressed in black tunics, leggings and boots, were waiting for them. “Howdya think they're gonna kill us ?”, Marcus asked Zenno, as they were pushed towards the centre of the sanded area by the arenaslaves. “Probably slit our throats.”, Zenno answered despondently, “But they'll probably castrate us first !”, he continued. “What ? You mean cut our bollocks off !”, Marcus replied in a panicky voice. “Yes. I'm afraid we're probably going to lose our testicles before we finally die, because we're accused of rape.” “Fuck no ! Not my fuckin' balls !”, Marcus moaned, looking down at the bulging pouch of his tattered loincloth. By this stage both the slaves were beginning to get slightly 'aroused' as a result of the concoction that they had been forced to drink earlier, so that when the flaps of cloth were ripped off, to show them off naked to the crowd, each slave had a thick, swollen penis, which was well on the way to becoming fully erect. Zenno was middle aged and balding. He was beginning to run to fat, with an ample belly. He was, however, sexually very well endowed, and his virility also showed in the covering of dark hair on his legs, forearms, belly and chest. He also had dark, very luxuriant pubic hair, and a hairy scrotum. Marcus also had black hair, but the only hair on his body was under his arms and on his groin He was young; about seventeen, - and well-muscled and slim. The crowd were understandably not very impressed with Zenno, but they took to Marcus, as he was young, handsome and very sexy.
TORTURE Having been stripped completely naked, the two terrified slaves were taken over to the arena wall, where they were tied up with their hands behind their backs. “Please no. This is all a big mistake – a misunderstanding.”, Zenno remonstrated with the slaves, and the young magistrate, who was standing near by, supervising. “Oh no ! Please !”, Zenno then cried out, as a cord was roughly tied to his hairy, bulging scrotum. “Fuck ! Watcha doin' ?”, Marcus questioned, in a panicky voice, as the same thing was done to him. “What they gonna do, Zenno ?”, Marcus then asked his companion, as the slaves busied themselves adjusting the slip knots on the genitals of the two, helpless slaves. “I think they're gonna torture us, or castrate us, before they 'finish' us.”, Zenno replied, looking down at his horribly bulging, tied-off scrotum. The slaves then brought up two stone weights, which were obviously going to be tied to the unfortunate slave's 'private parts'. “No ! - Please don't !”, Zenno pleaded, as an arena-slave tied the weight to the short length of cord hanging from the fat slave's scrotum, while Marcus look on, horrified. Stone weights were then attached to the cords. “Oh no !”, Zenno groaned, as his scrotum started to stretch. “Shit ! My fuckin' ball-bag ! My fuckin' bollocks !”, Marcus squealed, as an equally heavy weight was attached to his scrotum. The poor, naked slaves were left to squirm as each had their scrotum stretched. While they were undergoing this torture, both slaves were questioned by a junior magistrate, with the intention of getting them to finally confess to their crime. (although both slaves had been found guilty and condemned to death, the Romans like to hear the convicted criminal confess before he was executed). The question put to the slaves was very simple – “Did you rape the youngest son of the senator Sennex ?”. Initially both slaves denied the offence, and an arena slave was forced to tug on the weights attached to each slave's scrotum. Marcus broke first. “Fuck yes ! I raped him !”, Marcus squealed. “Just stop pullin' on my bollocks !”. A few more tugs on Zenno's scrotum elicited a similar confession. “Yes ! I confess ! I raped the boy !”. “And how many times ?”, the young magistrate continued, obviously relishing watching the two naked slaves squirm as they were subjected to genital torture. Marcus, after another tug on his scrotum, was quick to reply. “Ten time ! At least ten times, sir ! But please stop the torture ! My bollocks can't take it ! And before the arena-slave could even get to tug on Zenno's scrotum again, Zenno had corroborated Marcus' story. In fact, of course, neither slave had buggered Julius, but fearful that their testicles would be pulled off, both slaves had confessed. Their confession, however, would not save them from being emasculated as, traditionally, those executed for rape were fully emasculated, losing both their testicles and their penis, prior to being anally impaled and killed.
SEXUAL ABUSE Having publicly confessed, it was then considered time to have some fun with the obviously panicking slaves. The Roman crowd like to see condemned slaves being humiliated before they were executed, and the worst kind of humiliation a Roman could imagine was sexual humiliation. Of course with two already partly 'aroused', naked slaves available, sexual humiliation was very easy for the arena slaves to arrange, and poor Zenno and Marcus were unwittingly to provide this crowd with a lot of amusement. The unfortunate slaves were first cut down from the arena wall.
Then,with their hands still tied behind their backs, they were forced to kneel on the sand while an arena slave forced a large, greased wooden dildo into the rectum of each slave. “Oh please, no ! Don't put that up me !”, Zenno pleaded, as the large, wooden baton was roughly pushed into his hairy anus. “Fuck. no ! Not me, too !”, Marcus groaned, when his turn came, and he was forced to kneel on the sand. “Oh shit ! My fuckin' bum-'ole !”, Marcus squealed, as the big wooden baton was forced into his tight, boyish anus. As a result of this treatment, and the aphrodisiacs they had been given earlier, both slaves become obscenely 'aroused', and each of them developed a very large, strong erection. As the two slaves were now obviously very 'aroused', the excited crowd started calling for the two naked criminals to demonstrate their obscene crime by buggering each other ! After Zenno had been given a really massive erection by being penetrated with the baton, he was forced to stand, with his huge penis fully erect, while Marcus was knelt on the sand and was anally penetrated with a baton by the arena slave, in order to get him erect as well. Predictably young Marcus also got a large, prominent erection. “Ok son. Now you're nice and hard - you gotta give your friend here a good 'knobbing' – just like you did to the young boy ! So get your knob up his arse – an' give the crowd a good show !” “No ! This is stupid !”, Zenno remonstrated. “Marcus ! Please don't fuck me ! They can't make you !” Zenno protested forcefully. It was a pathetic interaction that the spectators found very amusing. “Look,Zenno – if we do this – an' amuse the crowd - perhaps they'll spare us ! I got no choice !”, Marcus explained to Zenno. “But I won't enjoy the fuck – I'm just doin' it to get us out of this mess !”, Marcus continued, but his huge jerking penis, that was by then standing almost vertically, belied his words, and indicated that he was eager to 'have his way' with his older companion, despite the fact that they were in the arena, in front of a crowd of strangers, and probably about be executed. “Oh shit !”, Zenno moaned as, with no other option, he knelt naked on the sand with his fat, hairy buttocks raised, while Marcus 'entered' him from the rear. While Marcus buggered Zenno, an arena-slave continues to bugger Marcus with a baton. Of course the harder the arena-slave buggered Marcus the more excited Marcus became, and the harder he buggered Zenno. Marcus had promised Zenno that he wouldn't enjoy buggering him, but it was obvious to all that the young slave really 'got off' on raping the older man, and ended up having a very noisy orgasm, as he pulled out and squirted his thick boyish seed all over Zenno's hairy, sweaty buttocks. As soon as Marcus had ejaculated, Zenno and Marcus were forced to change places, and then Zenno got the baton up his hairy anus while he buggered young Marcus. By then Zenno was appallingly 'excited', and seeing young Marcus' smooth muscular buttocks presented to him made him even more 'aroused'. Zenno, unable to control himself, buggered poor Marcus to within an inch of his life. Zenno, it seems, had always 'fancied' Marcus, and now finally, on the last day of his life, he got to penetrate the cute, slim, dark-haired boy. After a long, rough rape, Zenno finally reached his orgasm and ejaculated, pulling out and collapsing over Marcus, as his semen squirted everywhere ! After Zenno had ejaculated, the two slaves were then forced to stand in the centre of the arena. An arena-slave then attached the stone weights, used previously when the two slaves were tortured, to Marcus' scrotum, and then to Zenno's much heavier, and hairier scrotum. “Oh no ! Not my fuckin' balls again !”, Marcus moaned, as he scrotum was garrotted for the second time. Each slave also had his anus skewered with the thick wooden baton that had been used before, in order to get him 'hard' again. Each slave; - stark naked, impaled up his anus, and with a weight dangling from his horribly stretched and swollen scrotum, was then forced to waddle round the arena so that all the spectators could had a good laugh at the condemned slaves obscene, painful and humiliating predicament.
The two unfortunate slaves had, by then, entered a hell of abject humiliation and intolerable pain. With each faltering step they took the weight swung, pulling even more cruelly on the slave's already horribly stretched scrotum,sending bursts of searing pain up into the slave's groin and belly - and all the time the slaves had to suffer the spectators' ribald, obscene shouts and giggling laughter. Once the slaves had completed one circuit of the arena they returned to the arena-slaves. Then while Zenno waited, groaning with what was by then an obscenely large erection, young Marcus was bent over and roughly masturbated by one of the arena-slaves. “Get off ! You cunt !”, Marcus growled, as the young arena-slave grabbed hold of his appallingly stiff penis. Marcus, however, was horribly ambivalent wanting, on the one hand to have an orgasm and ejaculate, and then possibly be relieved of his painful erection - but the other hand he was appallingly humiliated by responding in public to the young arena-slave's attentions, and eventually squirting his semen over the arena sand. As soon as the laughter from the crowd, in response to Marcus' ejaculation, died down, Zenno was bent over and given the same treatment. Zenno, who was definitely the 'sexiest' of the two slaves, had a really huge erection, and the crowd enjoy watching his massive tool getting a good 'seeing to' by the young arena-slave. Eventually Zenno started to jerked convulsively. "Oh no ! I'm cumming !", he groaned in embarrassment, and then squirted creamy ropes of hot sticky semen over the sand as the crowd cheered.
IMPALING At this stage the 'sex-show' was effectively over, and the real torture started. The arena slaves started first with Zenno, leading him over to a big wooden stake, set in the arena floor. The first meter of the stake was wood, but the upper part of the stake was made of metal, tipped with a spike. The stake was one of a pair, and Zenno was led over the left hand one. By this time Zenno realised what the stake was for, and started trying to struggle and get away from the arena slaves who were holding him. "Fuck no ! ", Zenno cried, "You're not sitting me on that thing !". Although he had never seen an impaling, Zenno had heard about his form of execution, and had no intention of submitting to it without putting up a fight. The arena-slaves, with some difficulty, picked up the big, hairy, sweaty slave. Despite Zenno's frantic struggles they managed to centre the fat slave's hairy anus over the large iron spike. Then, slowly, they lowered Zenno. "Shit NO !", Zenno squealed, "It's too fuckin' big !". The arena slaves, however, ignored him, and almost immediately Zenno's dark, hairy ring of anal muscle started to open over the spike. "Oh shit ! It's too fuckin' big for my fuckin' hole !", Zenno continued to protest uselessly, as the iron shaft slowly opened up his anal ring wider and wider. Finally the sharp end of the spike was inside Zenno, and his anus started to close up, and grip on the iron shaft. As it did so, Zenno's erection, which was already very strong, got even stronger. The veins were popping out on his heavily ridged shaft, and his long, stretched foreskin had by then pulled right back, exposing his hefty, purple glans, which gleamed and dribbled in the sunlight. As the huge iron shaft slowly disappeared inside him, Zenno's massively stiff virile member jerked ever upwards, eventually standing almost vertically. "Oh shit, my arse-hole ! - It's goin' right up me !", Zenno groaned, as the big shaft filled his rectum, and moved inexorably up into his guts. The impaling pole had completely penetrated his rectum, and poor Zenno let out a pathetic groan. He was then told by one of the arena-slaves how to prevent himself slipping down onto the spike, and thereby prolong his life - in fact, of course it would only prolong his agony. - "Hold your fuckin' arse-ring real tight, like your trying not to shit - an' don't let it relax, or your fuckin' finished !" Zenno tried to take that advice, and for some time he didn't slip down, - but clenching his anus had the effect of making his erection even stronger, and the effort of holding his sphincter tight completely exhausted him. “Oh shit ! My fuckin' cock's so fuckin' hard !”, Zenno moaned, as he looked down, wide eyed with astonishment, at his huge, erect penis.
Meanwhile young Marcus had missed most of what had happened to Zenno, although he had heard his companion squealing and screaming. This was because Marcus had been strung-up, and was being viciously buggered with a thick wooden baton by one arena-slave, while another was pulling on the weight attached to Marcus' already badly stretched scrotum, giving him an even stronger erection. “Shit ! My arsehole !”, Marcus moaned, as he was viciously buggered. “Don't push it in so fuckin' 'ard !”. Eventually all the friction against his prostate was too much for young Marcus. “Oh shit ! I'm fuckin' cummin' !”, Marcus groaned, as he wriggled convulsively, and then ejaculated, squirting his semen over the sand, and this time it was for the last time ever. As his useless 'seed' slowly soaked away into the sand, it was poor Marcus' turn to be painfully sat on an impaling spike alongside his writhing partner Zenno. "Fuck No ! Not me too !", Marcus blurted out, as he was dragged over to where the two impaling stakes were set in the arena floor. Moments later he was being lifted up to be sat alongside squirming Zenno. "Oh fuck no !", Marcus whined, "You cunts ! - No ! - Not up my fuckin' bum-hole !". Slowly he too was lowered onto the huge spike of the impaling stake. For, Marcus, however, it was far more painful than for Zenno, as Marcus had a young lad's anus, which was not able to spread itself open so easily, and take the bulk of the large iron shaft. “Oh shit ! I can't fuckin take it up my 'ole !” Marcus squealed, as he squirmed and groaned. Eventually, however the young, naked slave finally took the huge spike inside him, grunting repulsively as it was forced up, deep into his straining rectum.
CASTRATION Then the arena slaves placed a new slip-knot round the root of Zenno's wrinkled, hairy scrotum, and attached a new, heavier weight to the end of the leather cord Zenno watched all of this happening, as the big weight was tied to his testicles. The arena slave then held the weight, which was tied to Zenno's scrotum with the slip knot, in his hands, between his palms. Zenno looked at the slave, staring, and moaned pitifully "No please...don't....don't do this. Not to my testicles !" The arena slave grinned, and answered: "When you die – eventually - you will not be a man." As he said that, he dropped the weight, and just before it hit the ground it was stopped by the cord. There was a sudden jerk and Zenno's big, hairy testicles took the entire load of the heavy stone, stretching out from the weight of it. Zenno screamed, stared downward, and after that he shuddered as his testicles were almost pulled from his body. The crowd in the arena were enjoying every minute of this, and were laughing and giggling, and there were taunts then about how Zenno looked with his scrotum tied and hanging so low. "Oh shit ! My fuckin' bollocks !", Zenno began to moan, as he felt his scrotum stretching horribly. While Zenno was struggling with the new, heavier weight that had been attached to his testicles, the arena slaves prepared a slip-knot and a weight for young Marcus. "No ! Not my balls again ! Not my fuckin' bollocks !", Marcus moaned, as the slave tied off his scrotum with the slip-knot. The slave then attached the heavier weight, and released it. "You cunt ! My bollocks ! Let me die a man ! Please !”, Marcus squealed, and his eyes went wide as he watched the weight take its fall. As with Zenno, the weight dropped, and just before it hit the ground it was stopped by the cord. Then, with a grunt, Marcus' balls were taking the weight, and being stretched out and pulled downward toward his knees. “Oh fuck ! - My ball-bag ! - My fuckin' bollocks are gonna rip !”, Marcus groaned piteously, as he tried, despite the appalling pain, to move as little as possible, in a vain attempt to stop himself from being castrated. Next to Marcus, Zenno was also desperately trying to stop his pain racked body from jerking, as his hairy scrotum, now swollen and dark, was caught by the slip-knot, and was bulging horribly. As the poor slave's scrotal skin was stretched, Zenno's testicles, which had been mangled by the weight pulling on them, gave up their final gift of 'seed'. Seemingly in response to losing his manhood, Zenno writhed up on the stake, and his huge, jerking penis spewed out it's final load of semen. "Shit ! I'm cumin' !", Zenno groaned, as he repeatedly squirted out his final thick ropes of semen, until he had apparently pumped himself completely dry. Then Zenno, exhausted and drained, flopped down on the stake, dribbling his last drops of his 'seed', while his now empty but still horribly swollen testicles, strangled by the slip-knot, had turned practically black, as the blood was now no longer nourishing that part of him that made him a man.
Undoubtedly, by then Zenno had already been effectively 'unmanned', and he was a eunuch, castrated, even though his black and dead testicles were still attached to him, - and the same was probably true of young Marcus. All this time the huge weight had been stretching the skin of Zenno's hairy scrotum, pulling his testicles down almost to his knees, and eventually it could stretch no further. “Fuck ! - My ball-sack's gonna rip !- My fuckin' balls are comin' off !", Zenno squealed, as he felt the cords in his appallingly stretched scrotum snapping, and his dead testicles come away from his groin. Then the hairy, sweaty, and now almost transparent skin of his scrotum was unable to take the strain any longer, and began to tear. "Oh god ! My balls ! - My fuckin' bollocks ! …... Shit ! I'm fuckin' fucked !", Zenno then screamed, as the stone weight thudded onto the sand, immediately followed by his severed testicles. As the crowd cheered, squealing Zenno lost control of his anal sphincter, and slid down the spike. “Fuck ! I got no bollocks ! I got no balls !”, Zenno screamed, as looked down at his mutilated, hairy groin. All the while he was squirming on the spike as his hairy, sweaty belly bulged, and then the spike burst out of his swollen belly. Time was then running out for Zenno ! With the blood-stained spike now poking out of his bulging belly, the poor slave immediately lost his obscenely strong erection. When Marcus heard the scream he looked round, and saw his friend, - by then with a tiny, wrinkled sausage of a penis,- no testicles, - blood dribbling down his thighs from his mutilated, hairy crotch, and a spike sticking out of his hairy, swollen belly. “Shit ! My fuckin' belly's burst !”, Zenno was groaning, as he continued to slip down the spike, wriggling obscenely, and gurgling as he began to vomit up blood from his mangled guts. It was at that point that young Marcus realized what would soon happen to him, and began to whimper. Zenno then had a minor fit, jerking about so much that the wooden post in which the metal impaling spike was set began to shake. As the fit subsided Zenno became completely hysterical. "Shit give me back my bollocks ! I want my fuckin' bollocks, you cunts ! - My balls ! I want my fuckin' balls !", Zenno groaned in his delirium. The crowd, of course, loved every minute of the pathetic, repulsive 'performance' that Zenno was giving them, considering it only fitting that a 'child-molester' should suffer in such a humiliating and agonizing manner, and they cheered and laughed at every twitch, jerk and groan that the poor, fat naked slave made. A gladiator was then brought in to 'finish-off' Zenno. First, ignoring Zenno's vulgar, obscene screaming, the gladiator grabbed hold of Zenno's tiny, shrivelled penis. "Please no ! Not my penis as well !", Zenno moaned, realising that he was to die with no evidence of his previous manhood remaining. Wasting no time, and ignoring Zenno's pathetic pleas for mercy, and the stream of urine that Zenno started to spray over the sand as soon as the gladiator grabbed his penis, the gladiator sliced off the fat slave's limp 'tool' close to its hairy root, leaving just a little bloody stump, which pumped out thin spurts of blood and urine. As the gladiator tossed Zenno's once huge penis onto the sand, there was a scream from young Marcus, “Oh bollocks ! My ball-bag's ripped ! Fuck ! - My balls !”. This was immediately followed by a thud, as his weight hit the sand, as the young lad's testicles were finally ripped from his hairy crotch. Wasting no time, the gladiator then turned to Marcus. "My balls ! I got no fuckin' balls !", Marcus was groaning hysterically, as he squirmed obscenely on his spike. Then the hefty gladiator went over to Marcus. “Fuck no ! Not my cock ! Don't cut my fuckin' cock off as well !”, Marcus sobbed, hysterically. The boy obviously didn't realize what he was saying, as his penis was by then useless, as he had lost his testicles, and regardless, he would be dead in a few moments. Ignoring the boy's ravings, however, the gladiator grabbed hold of Marcus shrunken, wrinkled penis. “Not so big now, is it, son !”, the gladiator drawled, laconically, as he sliced through the pathetically small, pink sausage, which was by then sprinkling urine over the sand. “Oh shit ! - My prick ! - You cut my fuckin' prick off !!”, Marcus groaned predictably, as he looked down in disbelief at the bloody stump that was all that was left of his once proud manhood. At that point both the slaves were completely emasculated, and as they had also been anally impaled, it was only a matter of time before the magistrate would give the signal to execute them. First, however, the slaves were to have their humiliation made complete, if that was possible. Both slaves had lost their genitals, the sign of their manhood, and were by then sexless eunuchs. It was, however, the Roman custom for women to singe off their pubic hair, as such hair was considered to be a sign of masculinity, and so, to completely humiliate the condemned slaves they were required to loose their pubic hair.
One of the arena slaves, therefore, stepped forward with a lighted taper, and shoved it against the Zenno's thick mass of pubic curls. Instantly the dark hair caught light, crinkling and burning down to the flesh. “Oh shit ! My fuckin' bush !“, Zenno squeaked, as he looked down and saw to tiny points of flame spread over his thick mass of dark pubic curls which covered his groin and lower belly. The tiny flames then crackled up the line of hair which ran from his groin to his navel, and spread either side of his penile stump, burning off the thick curls of hair on his perineum, and the hair surrounding his horribly stretched anus. In a matter of moments all his crotch and belly curls were gone, and a pungent smell of burnt hair drifted across the arena. At that point, as far as the crowd were concerned, Zenno had ceased to be a man, as he been deprived of all signs of his previous masculinity, and no longer possessed testicles, a penis or any pubic or crotch hair. Marcus, being much younger, had far less pubic hair, but even so his dark crotch curls were also burnt off, leaving him totally deprived of the symbols of his maleness. While the arena slaves then busied themselves tying the severed genitals round the two groaning slaves' necks, Julius and Varus were allowed the privilege of coming down from their box to take a closer look at the two naked, mutilated slaves. Accompanied by the young magistrate, the two boys crossed the arena sand and stood in front of the two stakes while the crowd respectfully applauded. Julius went right up to Zenno, who was squirming on his stake. "I told you I'd get you, old man !", he whispered into Zenno's trembling ear. "Fuck you !", Zenno grunted, his wrists jerking against his bonds, as if he wanted to strike out at the boy. “You lied - and look what they did to us !”, Zenno spat out. Julius ignored the insult. “Yes. They fucked you with a stake, an' took off your cock an' your balls, an' burnt off your pubes - and now they're going to slit your throat – and I'm enjoying every minute of it !”, Julius replied. He then he disdainfully flicked his old tutor's black, hairy scrotum, which was lying against Zenno's sweaty, hairy chest, much to the amusement of the crowd. "We've seen enough !", Julius said to Varus, ignoring Marcus and turning his back on Zenno. The two boys then left the arena, and the gladiator left off finishing-off the two slaves until Julius and Varus were once more comfortably seated in their box. The junior magistrate then gave the signal for the two sexless, skewered slaves to be finally executed.
EXECUTION The gladiator strode over to where the castrated slaves, Zenno and Marcus, were writhing in naked agony on their stakes. The gladiator then took out a long knife, specifically used for finishing-off dying fighters, and went up behind Zenno. Zenno simply grunted when his throat was cut, and was probably glad that the intolerable torture was finally over. Marcus, however, despite his obviously fatal injuries, still clung on to life. "No ! Please ! Mercy !", young Marcus screamed, but the gladiator ignored him, and sliced open his throat. As blood gushed from their necks, the crowd cheered. Predictably, Zenno & Marcus' anal muscles fully dilated, & they sank onto the shafts. The two naked, mutilated slaves then jerked fitfully on the stakes for a few moments, gurgling horribly as they tried to call for help as they slowly drowned in their own blood. As the cheering continued, young Marcus was the first to go. He noisily vomited blood, and sprayed urine from the tiny, bloody stump that had once been his penis. Finally his slim, well muscled body shuddered, and then the naked young lad slumped down dead & limp on the stake. Zenno lasted a few moments longer. The hairy, naked slave raised his head and looked round helplessly, wide eyed and hysterical, at the cheering crowd, & then gave a strangled groan. Then he urinated for the last time as his fat, hairy belly sagged, & he flopped down on the stake, lifeless. And so ended another execution in Grachus' Private arena. Marcus and Zenno, who had ended up skewered and totally un-sexed, were dead, and Julius was about to meet his father, Sennex, in the forum. Meanwhile, the naked, castrated corpses of Marcus and Zenno would be prized off the impaling stakes. When this was done, the contents of the bowels of each corpse would gush out of the horribly stretched anus, making the job for the arena slaves a particularly unpleasant one. The corpses would then be taken to the spoilarium, where they would be butchered, and then sent on the Public Arena to be fed to the animals that performed for the bloodthirsty Roman public.
While this was going on in Grachus' Private Arena, in the forum Sennex would buy two new slaves. One would act as tutor, and one would act as a 'body-slave' to Sennex's favourite son and heir, Julius.
© copyright Paul Lawrence 2009
ROMAN GLADIATORS PREFACE Roman attitudes to sexuality, violence and morality in the 1 st Century were very different to those generally accepted in the 21st Century. These accounts of events in a private Roman Arena attempt to be as historically accurate as possible. With regard to the photos; settings, costumes, and ancillary equipment, all have been re-produced according to the most reliable historical evidence now available. The text describes in detail exactly what would have happened in such a fight, but the dialogue of the main characters, has been updated to modern, and very explicit forms of 'slang', to reflect, in contemporary form, the kind of classical language (low class, common and crude), that would have been used at the time. This section, & the other reconstructions, therefore contain very strong language.
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CONTENTS Ephebus & Felix Marcus & Calvius Ephebus & Calvius Calvius & Hastus
EPHEBUS & FELIX - INTRODUCTION As Calvius was to have two further fights that afternoon, Grachus decided that his star gladiator should be given a short rest, and sent in two new 'boy-gladiators' to keep the crowd amused. Ehpebus, (a Greek name, meaning simply 'young boy'), was a handsome, slim young Roman boy. He was to face Felix, (a Latin name, meaning faithful), was even younger than Ephebus, and was sandy haired, smooth and slim. What made this fight especially interesting was the fact that Ephebus and Felix were lovers. This, of course, was known to Gracchus who sometimes used the two boys to put on a 'show' for his more intimate guests at lavish drinking parties at his sumptuous villa. Also the trainers and arenaslaves knew about the boys, but of course the crowd were not aware of these facts. Both boys were orphans who had been found on the Roman streets, where they had managed to survive by stealing and cheating the good citizens of Rome. Offered a chance to be gladiators, the foolish boys had taken up the chance with alacrity. Ephebus, being the older, had been immediately trained as a gladiator, and had had a number of fights with other 'boy-gladiators', all of whom he had defeated, mutilated and killed. The problem with Ephebus, however, was that he was not prepared to rape or abuse his defeated opponents. Because of this, Gracchus had decided to get rid of the boy in a last, vicious fight with Calvius. Before that, however, Ephebus was to be given one last chance with Felix, as the two boys were known to regularly have sex, and therefore Ephebus might be able to manage the same thing in the arena. Ephebus was allowed to wear a very high waisted, white 'caché-sex', (g-string), with just two thin straps at the back that fully exposed his firm, young buttocks, along with arm-guard and leg-wraps. Felix, who was younger and had no body-hair, was to fight without a loincloth, wearing just arm-guards and leg-guards. Most of the money, of course, was being bet on Ephebus, the older and more experienced boy, and Gracchus was particularly interested to see that, if Ephebus defeated, whether he would rape his one-time 'boy-friend', or simply kill Felix and then leave the arena. If Felix simply killed Felix, without raping him, then Ephebus would have to face bald Calvius, and the boy's fate would be sealed. Once Calvius had left the arena, and the naked, emasculated corpse of Marcus, which had been pinned to the sand with the boy's own sword, had been prised off the sand and dragged to the arena wall to be hung, the two new boys entered the arena.
EPHEBUS & FELIX – THE FIGHT A big cheer went up from the crowd, mainly because cute little Felix was not wearing a loincloth. It must be remembered that a large percentage of male Roman citizens were inveterate pederasts, (boy lovers), which was a vice that they had taken over from the Greeks. Both lads, much to the amusement and satisfaction of the crowd, appeared very 'aroused' right from the start, with young Ephebus quite obviously 'tenting' the long, white pouch of his thin G-string with a sizeable bulge, while Felix's unusually thick penis had raised itself, and lengthened considerably Neither boy, however, looked very happy at the prospect of fighting. Ephebus, probably because he thought he was going to have to kill his cute little boyfriend, Felix, and Felix because he probably guessed that he would not be leaving the arena alive. Regardless of theses possibilities, the order was given and the two lads started sparring. After a number of feints and lunges the crowd obviously began to tire, sensing that the boys were not fighting seriously. Ephebus realised this and, seeing that Felix had no idea of how to use his shield properly, exposing his front, and so, taking a leaf out of Calvius' book, (he had watched the fight between Calvius and Marcus), Ephebus lunged forward and wounded the naked boy in the belly, with his sword "Fuck !" Felix cried out, as he dropped his sword and his shield and simply stood in front of his friend and started to cry. While the crowd cheered and laughed, the two boys stood facing each other, and Ephebus was standing looking, with a broad grin, at his sobbing opponent. “Oh no ! I need to piss an' shit !”, Felix blurted out, not realizing that his fear had caused him to loose control of his bowels and bladder. “Well you can't leave the arena, so you gotta do it here !”, Ephebus replied, with an even bigger grin on his face. “Oh shit no ! I can't hold it !”, Felix sobbed, and then lost control of himself. As he stood fouling himself, he stared at Ephebus with a helpless look, as if unable to believe what his young opponent, who had been his friend at the Gladiatorial School, had just done to him ! "You've fuckin' skewered me !", young Felix whined, as he stood bandy legged, still noisily fouling himself. Ephebus then too his sword and smacked Felix across the face. “Fuck !”, Felix grunted, and fell to his knees on the sand with his nose bloodied. “No ! Please Ephebus ! Don't kill me !”, naked Felix whined, as he knelt in his own excrement and urine, in front of his victorious friend. Ephebus put his hand on Felix's shoulder. “I'm sorry Felix, but I'm gonna have to do some pretty bad things to you before you're finished-off – but it's just because that's what the crowd expects.” And with that, Ephebus smacked Felix across the face again, knocking the poor boy onto his hands and knees on the sand. FELIX IS IMPALED Ephebus, of course, was trying to forget all the time that he and Felix had enjoyed themselves together. He was experienced enough to know that it was either him or his young friend, and he would have to forget his boyish crush on cute young Felix and do some pretty appalling things to his erstwhile boyfriend if he was to stay in Grachus' 'good books', and stay alive. And anyway, he could always get another boyfriend after he had 'finished-off' poor Felix ! (Little did Ephebus know, however, that Grachus had other plans for him, and there would be no new boyfriend for Ephebus, because Ephebus would end up dead and mutilated, hanging beside Felix, that very afternoon !)
Ephebus, however, was then intent on finishing off Felix in as spectacular and painful a way possible. To do that he then pushed his naked friend's face into the sand. With Felix's tight little buttocks raised up, Ephebus used a large wooden baton, handed to him by one of the arena-slaves, to subject Felix to the obscene humiliation of having his tight little puckered anus impaled. Felix grunted repeatedly as Ephebus pushed the heavy, bulbous end of the baton against the struggling boy's tightly clenched anus. Shit no ! Ephebus ! Not up my bum-hole !, Felix squealed as slowly his pink, wrinkled rosette gradually opened, while the naked boy squeaked and grunted. Finally the ring of muscle gave way, and the bulging end of the baton slid into the wriggling boy's rectum. With a bit more pushing at least half the baton disappeared inside poor Felix, and his gleaming, hairless belly bulged.
FELIX IS ABUSES HIMSELF "Get up Felix !", Ephebus said roughly, as he pulled his young friend to his feet. "You're a cunt, Ephebus !', the boy moaned, but at least he had the strength to stand. Felix, with the baton pushed against his prostate, was by then hopelessly 'aroused', with a huge erection. Ephebus then spread the naked boy's legs - wider and wider - by degrees, so that eventually the poor, skewered boy was made to almost 'do the splits', in the centre of the arena. All the time his legs were being spread, the whimpering boy was tentatively moving his right hand towards his erect penis, and was obviously yearning to get hold of his huge, virile 'member' in order to relieve himself. “Oh shit ! My legs !”, Felix moaned, as he slowly sank down as his legs were spread. Finally the end of the baton hit the sand, and the crowd cheered. “Al right Felix, I can see you're just aching to do it. Go on – give the crowd a laugh – have a wank !”. “Yeah, I've gotta – or my willy will burst !”, Felix grunted, and grabbed hold of his waving penis. The practically naked boy then started pulling on his foreskin, while he looked up at his boyfriend. “I'd rather you did this, Ephebus ! Just toss me off one more time !”, Felix pleaded. “No way ! - The crowd wanna to see you do it ! They wanna see you wank yourself silly – so make it a good one !”, Ephebus replied as he grinned at his young, furiously masturbating friend. “Shit ! When you put that thing up my bum-hole it made my willy so fuckin' hard !”, Felix grunted as he worked on his huge, stiff penis. “You just take your time, - an' play with those floppy balls, - an' give the crowd a fuckin' good show !”, Ephebus said, encouragingly, looking down at his young friend. “Yeah, but I can't hold it off any more !”, Felix moaned, as he started to pant hard. “I think I'm gonna cum !”, he grunted, as he continued to 'pump' his swollen penis. “Oh shit ! This is it ! - I'm gonna spunk-up !”, Felix finally shouted to Ephebus, as his penis exploded with a huge fountain of semen, which squirted all over his smooth, jerking belly, thighs and trembling fingers. With the crowd cheering, and Ephebus grinning as he looked down at the sticky mess that Felix was making all over his legs and hands, the poor groaning boy's legs started to give way under the impact of his intense orgasm. As Felix's legs spread even further the thick baton, which was touching the sand, was forced even further inside the squirming young lad. “Oh shit ! My fuckin' guts !”, Felix squealed, looking up at Ephebus. “Fuckin' help me !”, he sobbed, and Ephebus obliged by pushing his young friend forwards, flat on his face, but with his legs still horrifyingly spread.
FELIX IS EMASCULATED Felix then managed to sit upright, ending up with his crotch on the sand, and his practically dislocated legs spread out either side of him. Felix, as has been explained before, was unnaturally 'well-endowed', considering his extreme youth, with a very 'low-slung' scrotum. Ephebus took advantage of this, and roughly grabbed hold of the well-filled scrotum of his young opponent. Ephebus then roughly pulled the hysterical lad's scrotum out onto the sand between his buttocks. "Shit ! My fuckin' ball-bag !", Felix moaned, using language of a degree of obscenity that was unusual for him, as his scrotum was stretched horribly.
Watcha fuckin' doin' ?". At the other end, where his penis lay on the sand in front of him, Felix's foreskin pulled back, as his scrotum was stretched, and the 'head' of his hefty penis was fully exposed in the process. Probably realizing what was about to happen to him Felix, who had his penis draped out on the sand in front of him, and his testicles poking out from between his buttocks behind him, started to scream to the crowd for mercy. "Please spare me !", he screamed. "Don't let him cut off my fuckin' 'nuts' !". The crowd, of course, were watching and laughing, fascinated at the sight of the cute, naked boy, stretched out on the sand with his testicles pulled one way and his penis pulled the other way. Those in the crowd who had realized what Ephebus was about to do were all calling for Ephebus' naked young opponent to be castrated ! "Cut the kid's balls off !" - "Make the blond boy a eunuch !", “Rip 'is fuckin' bollocks off !” - they were calling. Young Felix could only sit on the sand with his legs horribly stretched, screaming, "Please don't cut my balls off – Please !", to Ephebus, while Ephebus used Felix's own sword to deftly slice off, from the rear, the young lad's bulging, stretched testicles ! 'My fuckin' bollocks !', Felix squealed in agony, as he felt Ephebus sword saw through the skin of his scrotum and then sever his cords, thus freeing his testicles. What Ephebus didn't see, however, while he was busy at Felix' rear, cutting off the lad's scrotum, was young Felix squirting out his semen onto the sand as his cords were severed, although he did hear Felix groan, just as the boy always used to groan, when he climaxed when they were having sex. That ejaculation, seen, however, by only half the crowd, was the last that poor Felix would ever have. At this point Felix was no longer aware of what was happening to his testicles, as they were no longer part of him Ephebus, of course, had hold of them, and he then came round to the front of Felix and saw the strings of creamy semen splattered out on the sand. "You dirty little tosser, Felix ! You've been spunkin'-up while I was cuttin' you down to size round the back !". "Well here's your fuckin' bollocks, much good they'll do you !", Ephebus said, with a big grin on his face, and with that he handed poor young Felix the severed, smooth scrotum which still contained the blond lad's bulky testicles. Stupidly, Felix thanked Ephebus, probably not really understanding at this point what had happened to him. A cheer went up from the crowd, along with a lot of laughter at the dazed boy, who was spread out on the sand looking in disbelief at his own testicles, which were now lying in the palm of his hand. Seeing the lad in his half-mutilated state, some of the crowd were now calling for the naked, blond young lad to lose his penis. "Finish the job !" - “Cut the fuckin' eunuch's prick off !"- “Cut the little cunt's knob off !”. Felix, ignoring the crowd, looked intently at his severed testicles. "Why did you cut my fuckin' bollocks off ? I'm fuckin' 'finished' now !', he moaned as he held up his severed, bloody sex-parts to Ephebus. Ephebus, who had to go with the crowd, tried to ignore his friend, and prepared to complete his young opponent's mutilation. Felix had been unable to get up after his legs had been spread appallingly wide. Now, after having his testicles cut off from the rear, he could only sit on the sand, spread-legged, while Ephebus did what he wanted with him. The naked young boy's penis was stretched out in front of him, on the blood stained sand, and it was still thick and long, and jerking on the sand, as Felix finished his last ever ejaculation, dribbling out the last of his semen. "Oh no ! Not my knob as well !", Felix groaned, as Ephebus, who had no choice in the matter, brought his sword down and slice off the poor lad's exposed 'tool'. Young Felix's penis stayed lying on the sand, although now it was detached from Felix's smooth, hairless groin, and blood was pumping from the tiny stump. "What about all the wanking and fucking we did ? What can I do now ?", Felix squealed pathetically, as he gazed down at his severed penis - the last vestige of his 'boy-hood', which was now lying on the sand - no longer part of him. The poor boy then twisted round, picking up his severed organ, and looked up at Ephebus. Felix's eyes looked to his erstwhile friend with incredulity. He couldn't believe what Ephebus had done to him.
“You've cut off all my sex-bits – you toser ! - Why did you do it ! You're supposed to be my friend !” Felix sobbed, holding up his severed penis to his obviously aroused friend. Ephebus, however, chose to ignore his one time lover, and pushed Felix forward again, with his head down in the sand and his anus exposed. While Felix grimly hung on to his severed penis in one hand, and his severed testicles in the other hand, Ephebus rammed the thick wooden baton into the squirming boy's anus for a second time. “Bollocks ! Not up my bum-hole again !”, Felix spluttered, as he was skewered for the last time. Once the baton was firmly in place, Ephebus kicked the butt of the baton a couple of times, making Felix squeal horribly as the baton went right up into his guts. Poor Felix, by then fatally impaled, then began squirming on the sand, urinating over himself as he writhed, while Ephebus stood over his mutilated, dying young opponent, grinning broadly as he accepted the enthusiastic applause and cheers of the crowd. “Shit ! I'm fuckin' pissin' myself !”, Felix blurted out, horrified. With his legs kicking wildly, and urine splattering everywhere, Felix unintentionally gave the crowd a 'good show' in his final moments, exposing his impaled, fouled anus, and revealing his mutilated, bloody crotch. Still holding on to his severed testicles and penis, Ephebus watched his young friend, as poor Felix went through his last, obscene convulsions on the sand.
FELIX IS FINISHED OFF Finally, Ephebus lifted his writhing opponent off the sand, turned him over, and dropped the young lad onto his belly. As Felix landed with an audible thump on the sand, the poor boy grunted and sobbed to his young tormentor, "Please no ! I don't wanna die ! Fuckin' help me ! - I still got my 'bum-hole', you can still fuck me ! Fuckin' spare me an' I'll be your 'bum-boy' !". Felix suggestion was, of courses, crazy, as he would soon die of the injuries caused by the baton in his guts, even if the physicians managed to patch up his mutilated crotch. Ignoring the pathetic, crazy pleas of his onetime friend and lover, young Ephebus then took the boy's own sword and rammed it into Felix's back, skewering the boy's heart, pinning him to the sand, and 'finishing' him in one thrust. "Shit ! Shit ! Shit ! I'm fucked !", Felix grunted loudly, as his arms and legs jerked and kicked about convulsively for a few moments. Then impaled and mutilated, Felix vomited blood, gurgled horribly and sprayed urine from his bloody, penile stump as he breathed his last, while the crowd cheered, and Ephebus stood triumphantly over his lifeless, emasculated, naked young friend ! The arena-slaves then stripped Felix's mutilated corpse of its arm and leg guards. The arena slaves hung the dead eunuch's severed scrotum round its neck, stuffed the severed penis in the corpse's mouth, and tied wooden poles to the arms and feet, and then hung the naked, mutilated and impaled body from the arena-wall ! Ephebus, in his tiny, sexy little loincloth, then posed provocatively beside his dead opponent. Then, just to show the crowd how 'macho' he was, and what little feeling he had for his one-time lover, Ephebus got hold of the baton that was poking down straight from between the corpse's legs and started thrusting it up and down, effectively raping the naked cadaver. The naked body jiggled about on the rope, and Felix's head, with his face still wearing the shocked, horrified expression from the moment that he died, flopped about in an unpleasant parody of life.
Some in the crowd laughed, but most of the audience thought it was all in rather bad taste, and that Ephebus should have left the arena after receiving the applause of the crowd, and left his dead friend to simply hang from the arena wall. When Ephebus realized that raping his dead friend with a wooden baton was not being appreciated, he sheepishly stopped, and left the arena, having rather spoiled his moment of glory. Little did the handsome, sexy young lad realize then that he would soon be hanging naked from the arena wall in exactly the same way, - but minus his head, which would be lying on the sand beneath the feet of his own mutilated, emasculated, naked corpse !
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INTRODUCTION The lunch-time session of executions was finally over. The last of the naked, mutilated corpses were cut down from where they had been hanging from the arena wall and dragged with hooks to the spoilarium, and the various crosses, stakes, racks and other implements of torture and execution were removed from the arena. Slaves then moved in with large baskets full of fresh sand, which would be spread on the arena floor once the guts, excrement and soiled sand had been shovelled up and carted away. Other groups of slaves then brought in huge, bronze burners, which gave off clouds of costly incense in an attempt to disguise the smell of excrement, blood and guts which had pervaded the arena during the lunchtime executions. Finally the arena was ready for the first of the gladiatorial contests, which were the highlight of each day at the Games. The star of that particular afternoon was a well-known gladiator called Calvius The rather coarse, uncouth individual that formed the bulk of the crowd that patronised Gracchus' private Arena always expected to see some sex, as well as a few good kills and a certain amount of torture, and with Calvius the crowd certainly would certainly get their money's worth, and for this reason Calvius was a very popular gladiator. CALVIUS Calvius had been born on the estate of a rich Roman patrician, to a woman who was a household slave. He was brought up a slave, and as a child he helped in the kitchens and on the farm. When Calvius reach his early teenage years he came to the attention of the rich patrician, and he became the patrician's catamite, (boy sex-slave). Calvius, however, was and unruly boy, forever getting into trouble, and when he was sixteen he was caught stealing a few small items of his master's silver. Fortunately for him, his master was quite lenient, and instead of handing him over to the authorities to be punished, his master simply sold him, and it was in this way that he came into the possession of Gracchus. At first Calvius was used as a scene-shifter, and general 'dogs-body', looking after the gladiators armour, and tidying up after fights and executions. Later he became an arena-slave, and when Grachus realised that the young teenager particularly like watching executions, he was made an assistant to the chief executioner. Noticing that Calvius was what could only be described as a 'true sadist', Gracchus later had the young man trained up as a gladiator, and Calvius' forte became the defeating and 'dismantling' of cute young 'boy-gladiators'. Gracchus had a plentiful supply of these attractive young lads – mainly runaways and orphans trawled from the city streets by Gracchus' 'eagle-eyed' agents – and after a minimum of training they were sent into the arena to be defeated by Calvius, who would then rape and mutilate them, before 'finishing them off' in some predictably appalling way. The years went by, and Calvius, who was very 'well-endowed', could always be relied on to put on not just a good show of swordsmanship, in the accepted use of the term, but a good show of swordsmanship in the other use of the word – 'gladius' (sword in Latin), after all, was also slang for penis. Because of this, when Calvius appeared, they could always be assured of a good fight, followed by the spectacle of a squealing young boy impaled on Calvius huge penis, and then the same boy, who was by then a eunuch, being the subject of one of Calvius' spectacular kills.
On this particular day Calvius was to fight three 'boy-gladiators'; Marcus, Ephebus and Hastus. Calvius was to fight these boys in order of age, starting with Marcus, who was the youngest. Marcus was one of those boys trawled off the city streets. Having been given a minimal amount of training in sword-play, he was to be sent out into the arena, and would almost certainly be killed. For Gracchus this was in fact highly profitable. Marcus, although legally indeterminate in status – he may have been a Felix & Marcus slave, possibly a runaway, or he may have been boy-gladiators 'free-born' but an orphan - was viewed as a slave, although Gracchus had not expended any money purchasing him. The only cost to Marcus Gracchus was the training, and the boy's keep for about a month, which was boy-gladiator minimal. The boy's appearance in the arena, however, would boost the popularity of Grachus' arena, and bring him considerable profit. To please the crowd, Marcus, who was very 'well-endowed' for his age, was to fight completely naked, except for arm-guards and a 'slave-collar', and he was to be armed only with a small shield and a 'gladius' or sword. Before the fight, which was the first public fight in which he had ever taken part, Marcus had been bathed, massaged, and his whole body shaved and oiled to make him look even younger that he actually was. On the day of the fight Marcus was kept in a separate 'cell' before his fight, and he was given no indication of who he would fight. Left naked, with metal studded arm-guards and a shield, Marcus had to wait apprehensively until an arenaslave came to collect him and lead him out into the arena. Blinking in the bright light of the early afternoon sun, Marcus stood in the arena, stark naked, as he was handed a short sword. The crowd was cheering, but the cheers rose to a crescendo when Calvius appeared. Calvius was wearing a large, traditional style loincloth, arm-guards, boots and an elaborate bronze helmet, topped with a bright red plume. When Marcus and Calvius met in the arena the crowd went wild with excitement in anticipation of what was to come. While in many fights bets were placed on which fighter would win, in this fight bets were placed on how Calvius would 'finish-off' his young opponent, and the number of times a boy would be 'abused' before he was killed, or if he would be only partially mutilated or fully emasculated in the course of the fight.
INTRODUCTION The crowd had already begun the day by watching two boxing matches which had ended with two spectacular kills : young Lysus and Perseus. These two fights had been followed by the 'boy-wrestlers', featuring the 'star' youngster, Cassius.
Perseus
Cassius
Vindrex
Lucian
Cleon
After the wrestlers came the Pankration, with Lucian viciously beating a number of young opponents, including Cleon and Vindrex, a young Gaul. Finally it was the turn of the gladiators, with the crowds favourite, Calvius, set to defeat and abuse a number of young 'boy-gladiators'. The first of the boys that Calvius was to fight was young Marcus. Marcus, on entering the arena, had a broad grin on his face, as if he was completely unaware of the appalling fate that awaited him. This was probably due to the combination of poppy-juice, hemp and wine that he had been given about thirty minutes previously, which was now beginning to affect him. In addition the unsuspecting lad had been given some herbs with aphrodisiac qualities, which also began to effect him, and so, as he came into the arena, he had a partial erection, although he didn't seem to notice. Almost immediately the two fighters started sparring, while the crowd shouted all sorts of ridiculous advice to young Marcus, just to confuse him. While Marcus was armed with just a short sword, Calvius was fighting with a spear, so he had the obvious advantage of reach. It was obvious right at the every beginning that Marcus was completely outclassed, but Calvius played around with the boy in order to give the crowd a good show. Eventually, however, Marcus overreached himself, and went for Calvius' groin. Marcus spear thrust was easily deflected by Calvius, but the older fighter was incensed at the young lad's impudence, and so he decided to teach young Marcus a lesson. After parrying the blow to his groin, Calvius followed through with a jab at Marcus stomach. “Shit ! My belly !”, Marcus grunted, as the spear tip was thrust into the upper part of his abdomen. Although the spear thrust looked dramatic, as far as the crowd was concerned, Calvius had been careful to give the boy just a flesh wound, piercing the skin and the abdominal muscles, but doing no internal damage. The reason for this was that Calvius wanted the boy to surrender the fight, but be sufficiently uninjured to survive during the session of torture and abuse that the crowd were expecting, prior to the boy being 'finished-off'. Marcus, of course, was no fighter, being young and weak, and he immediately fell to his knees after receiving a wound that fighters like Calvius wouldn't even notice.
“Please, no more, sir ! I give !”, Marcus spluttered, as he looked down, wide-eyed, at the spear which Calvius was still holding on to, which was sticking in his belly. While Calvius held the spear, he took off his ornate, bronze helmet. Calvius, with a big grin on his face, looked down at his kneeling young opponent. “Oh no ! I got a stiffy !”, Marcus squeaked, as he looked down at the spear and then his hairless groin. The boy, despite being speared, was for some reason highly aroused, and sat on his haunches, almost crying, as he looked up at Calvius. “So, you useless little cunt – you give ?”, Calvius questioned. “Yes sir, I give ! Please spare me !”, Marcus replied with a pathetic whine. “If you 'give', son, you are mine, and you do whatever I say, and then I may spare you !”, Calvius continued, liking his lips at the thought of raping abusing the boy and gaining even more kudos with the crowd. The crowd, of course, were always eager to see a young 'boy-fighter' get himself impaled on the 'virile member' of his victorious opponent, and Calvius' twenty centimetre long erect appendage, with its huge circumference of fifteen centimetres, was more than any boy of Marcus' age could take. “I'll do anything, sir ! - Just spare me, please !”, Marcus replied, almost immediately, and rather stupidly, looking a little more confident. Calvius then carefully removed the spear from Marcus' belly. “Right bum-boy ! Get up an' bend over !”, Calvius roughly commanded. As Marcus unsteadily got to his, Calvius pulled down the front of his red loincloth, releasing his already erect penis. “Oh no ! Don't stick that up my bottom !”, Marcus wailed, as the crowd cheered. “If you want to fuckin' walk outs here alive, son, you'll let me fuck you !”, Calvius said curtly, as he turned the boy round and forced his head down. Marcus staggered, and was forced to support himself with one hand as he bent over. Meanwhile, Calvius, who was fiddling with his huge penis, as he ensured that it was fully erect, came up behind the trembling boy, while the crowd waited in hushed anticipation. Grabbing Marcus by his slim, boyish hips, Calvius centred his huge 'member' on the terrified boy's tiny, twitching anus. Calvius then pushed forward. “No, sir ! - It's too big !”, Marcus squealed, as the crowd cheered. “You take it – you whining cunt !”, Calvius retorted, ignoring the squirming boy, and continuing to push hard. Poor Marcus, who had only been penetrated by his equally young friends previously, was far too small to take the huge bulk of Calvius' penis, and as Calvius forced his way in, the poor boy's annal muscles first stretched and were then ripped, as Calvius finally penetrated the unfortunate lad. “Please no ! I can't take it !”, Marcus screamed, as the crowd cheered as Calvius pushed himself right into his struggling opponent. Calvius then started thrusting, and as it was his first occasion of sexual activity that day, he reached his climax very quickly. “Ah shit ! I cum too quick !”, Calvius groaned, and pulled his huge, jerking penis out of Marcus' ripped anus, and spent his seed all over the young lad's smooth, firm buttocks. Once Calvius had finished squirting his semen over the boy, Marcus, fell to his knees on the sand. When Marcus raised himself up, so that he was kneeling upright on the sand, a cheer, and some ribald laughter, went up from the crowd as they saw that, as a result of being roughly raped, Marcus had a very strong erection. “Right, you horny little tosser, - lets see you fuckin' wank !”, Calvius ordered. “Please sir, don't' make me play with myself !”, Marcus pleaded, but Calvius ignored him and told him to 'get on with it'. Looking down at his stiff, jerking penis, poor Marcus mechanically grabbed hold of his member, and started pulling at his foreskin. Calvius, who had by then replaced his loincloth, stood behind the naked boy, while the crowd cheered, and Marcus, rather halfheartedly, started to masturbate.
Once the naked lad got going, however, he started to get 'excited', and after a while he was pushing his hips forwards and grunting and panting as he worked himself up to an orgasm. “Oh no ! I'm gonna – I'm gonna -!”, but Marcus didn't finish the sentence, as he forcefully ejaculated over the sand, groaning, while the crowd cheered. Even while Marcus was still dribbling his seed onto the sand, Calvius, who had become very aroused while watching the boy masturbate, grabbed Marcus by his hair, pulled him to his feet, and bent him over once again. Ripping away the front of his loincloth, Calvius roughly rammed his penis into Marcus' anus. “No ! Not again !”, the poor boy squealed, as his already ripped anus was forced to take the enormous bulk of Calvius' 'member' for a second time. Once Calvius started thrusting into the naked boy, Marcus was crying, but the young lad, despite his apparent distress was obscenely aroused. This time Calvius took much longer to reach his climax, and the two gladiators jerked about as Calvius brutally raped the unfortunate young lad. Before Calvius climaxed, however, young Marcus had an orgasm as a result of the pounding that his prostate had been given by Calvius' massive 'member'. “Oh shit, no !”, Marcus moaned as he violently ejaculate over the sand for a second time. Then, almost immediately after the young lad's climax, Calvius pulled out of Marcus' anus, and squirted his thick, creamy semen over the young boy's sweaty buttocks. Marcus, panting after his orgasm, slowly sank down and ended up kneeling on the sand, while Calvius busied himself stuffing his genitals back into his loincloth. “Tie his hands !”, Calvius ordered the arena-slaves, as he carefully adjusted his loincloth. “Oh no ! Please sir, you said you'd spare me !”, Marcus pleaded with the Calvius, as the arena slaves bound the naked boy's hands behind his back. Marcus was by then quite helpless, and all he could do was sit and watch as Calvius picked up his sword. Having been tied up, Marcus had started to become aroused once again, which was exactly what Calvius wanted, as he knew that the crowd like to see fighters emasculated while they had an erection. Calvius then simply bent forward and sliced off Marcus' genitals. As Calvius did so, Marcus briefly released a spurt of urine as he screamed, and at the same time his severed genitals fell to the sand. “Oh no ! My balls an' my willy !”, Marcus squealed to Calvius, “You cut 'em off !”. The mutilated boy sat on his haunches, looking at his severed sex parts that lay on the sand by his knees, and started sobbing. He obviously realised that he was not going to leave the arena alive, and his mounting terror showed itself as he urinated from the stump that was all that was left of his penis, and noisily defecated on the sand. As he lost control of his bladder and bowels, Calvius bent forward again, and this time he deftly slit open the poor boy's smooth, hairless belly, and almost immediately the naked lad's steaming, bloody guts started to slither out of the cut. It was obviously by his actions that Calvius was a sadist, but just to emphasise the fact, it was possible to see an ominous bulge in his loincloth that indicated that mutilating the boy was making him highly aroused. “Oh no ! Help ! My insides are comin' out !”, the naked boy squealed, and the he appeared to be going into shock as he sat on the sand looking at his severe genitals and his steaming guts, that were slowly dribbling from his slashed belly,. By then it was obviously time for Calvius to 'finish-off' the pathetic, naked, squealing boy, so Calvius bent down and picked up his spear. “No ! Please sir ! Have mercy ! Don't kill me !”, Marcus pleaded. Foolishly Marcus seem to imagine that he could survive after being emasculated and disembowelled, but in the state he was in he would not probably last the hour, so paradoxically it was kinder for Calvius to kill him there and then, and of course it was this moment that the crowd were waiting for.
Calvius came up to Marcus and jabbed him in the neck. The skilful thrust slashed through Marcus windpipe and some of the surrounding blood vessels. “Oh fuck !”, Marcus grunted, (it the first time he had sworn during the fight). Almost immediately blood gushed out of the boy's mouth, and down his windpipe, into his lungs, and he began to drown in his own blood. For a moment he sat still, looking round with wide, staring eyes to the arena-slaves and the crowd, as if pleading for their help, while he gurgled horribly. Then he slowly fell forward, with his feet kicking out. For a few moments he jerked around on the sand, with his legs kicking in spasms, and the fingers of his tied hands twitching. “Fuck !”, Felix then grunted for a second time; gave out a long, loud fart, and then lay still. Then there were a few more disgusting farts from the prone, naked boy, so just to make sure that Marcus was dead, Calvius took the boy's own sword and stabbed him through the back, cutting his spine and pinning him to the sand. The mutilated boy made a final jerk and then Calvius then raised his hands in triumph, and the crowd cheered and clapped another very competent and professional performance by their favourite, Calvius. Calvius, as he stood over the naked corpse of young Marcus, accepting the applause of the crowd, was feeling appallingly aroused, and was just waiting for the chance to leave the arena and relieve himself with his young catamite. Quickly the arena-slaves came forward to clear away Marcus' mutilated corpse. Once the corpse was hung from the arena wall, Calvius posed beside the dead boy, for the benefit of his fans, and then finally he was able to leave the arena. Once in one of the many changing rooms, Calvius was joined by his young Gaul, who was his 'boy-friend' in the gladiatorial school, and Calvius was soon relieving himself as he thrust his huge 'member' into the young lad. What neither the boy, nor Calvius realised, however, was that this was the last time that the young Gaul would have to take Calvius' vigorous thrustings as, later in the afternoon, Calvius' huge genitals would be lying on the sanded floor of the arena, and Calvius himself would be raised high on a massive impaling stake. That was to come, however, and while Calvius and his young catamite were enjoying themselves, young Marcus naked, emasculated corpse was being hung from the arena wall.
© copyright Paul Lawrence 2009
INTRODUCTION In the gladiatorial fights young Ephebus had defeated Felix, and Calvius had defeated Marcus. The naked, emasculated bodies of the two dead boys had been dragged away and hung from the arena-wall. Grachus, of course, wanted to be rid of not just Felix, but also Ephebus, and because Ephebus had turned out to be quite a good fighter, Grachus chose a much older and more experienced fighter, Calvius, to make sure that Ephebus was 'finished-off' that afternoon. For this fight Calvius had put on stout leather cross-belts and a small, leather breast-plate to give himself added protection, as he had already seen young Ephebus quickly and swiftly defeat the boy Felix, and he probably didn't want to take any chances, even although the odds were massively stacked against Ephebus. Ephebus had also put on leather cross-belts, although he still only wore his tiny 'cachè-sex', or loincloth. Both gladiators were fighting with swords and shields, and soon metal clashed against metal as the fight commenced. Predictably, Ephebus was quickly outclassed by his more experienced opponent, and early on the young lad sustained a sword thrust to his arm, and went down on his knees, groaning and dropping his sword and shield, as the crowd cheered. While the arena-slaves moved Ephebus' sword and shield away to the side of the arena-wall so that the wounded boy couldn't retrieve them later in the fight, the crowd cheered once again as Calvius unbuckled his belt, letting his loincloth slip down onto the sand, revealing his huge, stiff penis, wellfilled, hairy scrotum, and superb, muscular buttocks.
EPHEBUS IS RAPED Without bothering to strip young Ephebus, whose backside was exposed anyway, Calvius pushed the moaning boy forwards, and guided his huge, thick 'tool' past the thin cord running between Ephebus' buttocks, and up against the young lad's tight little puckered anus. "No ! Please !", Ephebus cried, as he foolishly and pointlessly tried to hold his anal 'ring' tightly closed, denying big Calvius the right to penetrate him. "Come on, you stupid cunt ! - Open up !", Calvius grunted, as he started to push against the boy's tight little anal ring. " "No ! Please don't ! Not up my bum-hole !", Ephebus groaned, knowing that if he let Calvius in, then his anus would be inevitably ripped open by the big gladiator's huge 'tool'. Calvius, of course, refused to be denied by a mere 'slip of a boy', and grabbed Ephebus slim hips, and pushed his own hips forwards, forcing his huge penis against the young lad's anus. "Oh shit !", Ephebus groaned, as his 'ring' was slowly spread open, and the huge, exposed knob of Calvius' 'tool' slowly forced its way into the squirming boy, ripping Ephebus' anus open in the process.
Finally the 'head' of Calvius' penis disappeared inside the poor boy, and immediately Ephebus squealed as he was fully penetrated by the massive bulk of Calvius' truly enormous penis. Calvius then began thrusting, with Ephebus groaning and squirming beneath him. Eventually, after a long, brutal rape, Calvius approached his climax. As his huge, hairy, swinging testicles pulled up into his even hairier crotch, Calvius looked round at the crowd with a big grin on his face, and with glazed eyes. "I'm fuckin' cummin' !", he moaned, as the crowd cheered in obvious approval. Then, as he felt his semen pumping up his huge shaft, he pulled his penis out of the groaning boy, and holding his throbbing 'tool', he proceeded to squirt ropes of his thick, vigorous seed all over young Ephebus' firm, boyish buttocks ! "Oh shit ! I'm really cummin' !", Calvius grunted, as he guided his huge penis from side to side, ensuring that both hemispheres of Ephebus smooth buttocks were completely drenched in his hot, thick semen. As soon as Calvius had finished raping young Ephebus and drenching him with his 'seed', he replaced his belt and loincloth, and ordered the arena-slaves to strip the boy completely naked. "Oh no, Calvius ! Please don't let these guys show my 'privates' to the crowd!", the raped boy begged pathetically, as one of the arena slaves grabbed Ephebus' arms, while the other slave grabbed hold of Ephebus' G-string. The slave holding Ephebus' tiny 'cachè-sex' looked over to Calvius. "The little tosser's 'creamed in his g-string !", he said to Calvius, ginning. Calvius looked down and immediately saw the dark stain of Ephebus' semen on the pristine, white pouch, showing that the boy had ejaculated while he was being raped. The arena-slave then looked to Calvius for confirmation to strip Ephebus. "No ! Please !", Ephebus called to Calvius, but Calvius simply nodded, and the grinning arena-slave simply ripped off the squirming boy's tiny semen-stained G-string. Immediately Ephebus' stiff penis, which had been 'tenting' the pouch of his incredibly brief loincloth from the beginning, was finally released, and stuck out, strong and stiff, from the boy's neat, small 'bush' of curly black pubic hair. "Oh shit ! The crowd can see my 'hard-on' !", Ephebus moaned, as he looked down to see his erect penis jerking about obscenely. The slaves then proceeded to remove the boy's arm-guards, cross-belts and cotton leggings, leaving him completely naked, apart from his slave-collar ! The sight of young Ephebus, stark naked, with his neat little black curly bush of pubic hair, pink, hairless scrotum and his unusually large (for his age), erect, jerking penis immediately got Calvius, who was well known for his liking of pretty young boys, very 'aroused' for the second time. Immediately Calvius pulled away the pouch of his loincloth, revealing once again to the cheering crowd his own enormous, stiff 'tool'. Calvius then strutted around the arena, showing off his huge, jerking penis to the crowd, as he ordered the arena-slaves to tie Ephebus' hands behind his back. Once the boy was tied up, Calvius got Ephebus to bend over, and once again he rammed his massive penis into the young lad's backside ! "Shit ! You're too fuckin' big !", Ephebus moaned, as he staggered on the sand, under the vicious onslaught of Calvius' thrusting. The naked young lad, however, got extremely 'aroused' as Calvius huge penis pumped in and out of his horribly stretched rectum. "Oh shit ! You're makin' me so fuckin' horny !", Ephebus moaned, as he took the onslaught from Calvius' huge 'tool'. With each thrust from Calvius, Ephebus jerked forwards, and his own massively erect penis jerked upward, slapping against his smooth, well muscled belly. All this jerking and slapping gave Ephebus' exposed penis-head plenty of stimulation, and the repeated thrusts of Calvius' huge 'member' rubbing against Ephebus' prostate slowly got the naked lad so 'aroused' that he eventually 'climaxed'. "Oh shit ! I'm cummin' !", Ephebus groaned, as he started squirting ropes of semen over the sand. Calvius, however, kept thrusting and moaning, as it took him much longer to reach his orgasm than young Ephebus, which pleased the crowd, as they were enjoying watching this prolonged and brutal rape of a pretty, naked young boy. Ephebus, of course, had finished ejaculating, and was simply jerking back and forth, with his semi-erect penis dribbling out a long string of semen that waved about as it dangled from his flopping 'member'. Eventually Calvius 'climaxed'. "Fuck ! This is it !", he grunted, as he pulled his heavily veined, throbbing penis out of Ephebus' gaping anus, and squirted his thick, hot semen over Ephebus' firm, pert buttocks. Once Calvius had finished, he ordered the arena-slaves to untie Ephebus, while he pulled up his loincloth, and adjusted his heavy genitals in the tight-fitting pouch.
The arena-slaves then sat Ephebus down on the sand, but the naked lad was by now hysterically 'aroused' by the two rapes. "Shit, my fuckin' prick's gonna burst !", Ephebus groaned as he looked down at his huge, swollen, jerking penis. Unable to restrain himself he then pushed his hips forward and up, ramming his massively hard 'member' into his fist, and started furiously masturbating. While the crowd laughed and jeered at the ridiculously 'raunchy' lad frantically abusing himself, Calvius simply stood over the boy, with a big grin on his face, watching him 'perform'. By now Ephebus' penis was standing almost vertically, and the boy was starring down at his huge heavily veined 'tool', as he frantically and repeatedly pulled his foreskin up and down over his massively swollen, pink, shiny penis-head. "Shit ! I gotta fuckin' cum !", Ephebus groaned, as he squirmed on the sticky, semen-drenched sand, desperately trying to give himself an orgasm. Then Ephebus finally 'climaxed'. "Oh shit ! This is it ! I'm fuckin' cummin' !", the naked boy moaned. Ephebus then let out a high pitched groan, and the crowd cheered, as ropes of thick, creamy semen repeatedly squirted from the gaping orifice of his penis-head, and splattered in shiny white gobs all over the sand. Calvius then used his sword to give the boy two superficial wounds on the chest, so that both the boy's pectoral muscles were then disabled. This of course ensured that the boy would be completely unable to defend himself in the final moments of the fight. Ephebus was then dragged over to the side of the arena, where he was forced to bend over. The naked boy was still highly aroused, and was probably expecting to be raped yet again. “ “Please don't stick you cock up my bum again !”, Ephebus whined. as he waited to be penetrated by Calvius' huge 'penis. Calvius, however, was getting a large, thick wooden baton, and the young lad was clearly surprised when he felt a piece of cold wood being forced against his anus, instead of Calvius' hot, erect penis. After two rapes, Ephebus could no longer hold his torn 'ring' closed, and Calvius had no trouble pushing the large wooden baton deep into the naked lad's rectum. Calvius had obviously skewered the boy with the baton in order to make sure that when he castrated the young lad, Ephebus would be fully erect, as a fighter mutilated with a full-blown erection always pleased the crowd. In Ephebus' case this was hardly necessary, however, as the young lad seemed to be permanently 'aroused' ! Once Ephebus had the baton right up inside him, Calvius released him, and Ephebus staggered over to the centre of the arena. "Shit ! I gotta wank !", Ephebus grunted, as he struggled to cope with the baton which Calvius had rammed right up inside him. The baton had gone far deeper into Ephebus than Calvius' penis, and the bulbous end had caught on the naked lad's prostate and made his incredibly 'aroused'. Kneeling on the sand, Ephebus then spread his legs, and started using his fist on his hugely enlarged 'tool' yet again ! The crowd, of course, couldn't help but laugh at this horribly over-sexed boy who couldn't leave himself alone, even although he was only minutes away from being 'finished-off'. As the young lad worked frantically on his huge, stiff penis, and played provocatively with his testicles, his anal muscles naturally contracted and relaxed repeatedly with the stimulation he was giving himself. This in turn caused the baton up his backside to jerk back and forth, and this obscene display caused even more amusement in the crowd. Now Ephebus seemed to have gone a bit crazy. "Come on ! Look at my huge cock, an' my big balls Don't you wanna fuck me ? Don't you wanna suck with my huge cock, 'an lick my juicy bollocks ?" he shouted to the crowd as he furiously masturbated. As Ephebus had already climaxed twice during the fight, he took quite a bit longer to reach his orgasm, and while he was amusing the crowd by 'talking dirty' and 'playing with himself', Calvius picked up his sword, and stood behind the boy, getting ready to mutilate the naked young lad.
Calvius watched carefully as young Ephebus masturbated frantically, and when the naked boy's legs started to tremble, as he worked his stiff penis to a climax, Calvius knew that the boy was approaching what would be his last ever orgasm. As soon as the baton started jerking violently in the boy's twitching anus, and his scrotum pulled up into his hairy groin, Calvius knew that Ephebus was going to have his 'climax'. "Oh fuck ! This is it !", Ephebus squealed, and then, at the very moment when the first squirt of semen spurted from the crazy boy's jerking penis, Calvius grabbed hold of the squirming boy' 'privates'.
EPHEBUS IS EMASCULATED Then, while Ephebus was still groaning, as he pumped out his semen over the sand, Calvius deftly sliced at the naked lad's groin, taking off the squirming young boy's twitching, erect penis and both his testicles with one cut. Ephebus was groaning with pleasure as he ejaculated, but moments later he was in agony as Calvius' sword sliced through the root of his penis, and the base of his scrotum, as his cords were cut and his testicles, along with his penis, were severed from his groin, and fell to the sand. “Shit ! He's cutting my fuckin' prick off !”, Ephebus squealed to the arena-slaves. "Now you know what it felt like for young Felix !", Calvius said, laconically, looking straight at young Ephebus' face, which was now no longer boyish and handsome, but contorted in agony as he grabbed at his mutilated, bleeding crotch. “You fuckin' cunt !”, Ephebus screamed, “You cut off my fuckin' sex !”. Calvius, still holding Ephebus by the hair, bent down and picked up the boy's severed genitals. He then held them up, right in front of the struggling young lad's face. "That'll teach you to shout your mouth off about you 'big knob', and 'big balls' now you got nothing between your legs!", Calvius told Ephebus, as he let go of Ephebus hair, and the naked, completely castrated young lad flopped down onto the sand, groaning and sobbing, (the men always screamed, groaned and swore, but the young boys nearly always squealed, sobbed and cried when they had their genitals cut off).
EPHEBUS IS KILLED Ephebus was now keeling on the sand, starring down and clutching at his bleeding, hairy groin, unaware of Calvius approaching him from behind. "Fuck ! I got no fuckin' prick - an' no fuckin bollocks !", Ephebus sobbed, as Calvius grabbed Ephebus' hair once again, and pulled his head right up to expose his neck. Ephebus managed to squeak, "Oh no ! Don't... !", but it was too late, and Calvius' sword sliced through the naked boy's neck. Immediately the castrated lad's grimacing head fell to one side, and landed with a thud on the sand, to the deafening roar of the crowd. Meanwhile, Ephebus' headless naked corpse, with the baton still rammed into its anus, continued to sit upright on the sand. One hand was clutching at its mutilated groin, while the other hand jerked up and waved uncontrollably, as if trying to stop the pumping fountain of blood spraying from the neck. After a few moments jerking around like a crazy puppet, however, the obscenely naked, bleeding body of the dead boy slumped and toppled over in a crumpled heap. Calvius then raised his arms in a victorious gesture, as the roar of the crowd became a series of cheers and sustained applause for what was, admittedly, a spectacular 'kill'. Meanwhile, the arena-slaves straightened out the tangled heap of limbs which passed for the dead eunuch's corpse, lying him on his belly, to show off his pert backside, and they placed the severed boy's head by his side. Ephebus' genitals were still lying on the sand and, as often happens when a fighter is killed while sexually aroused, the young lad's severed phallus was still erect, with both testicles still attached to it. The corpse, of course, was completely naked, apart from the big wooden baton that was still protruding obscenely from between the two prominent, hemispheres of Ephebus' gleaming, boyish buttocks.
Ephebus' naked, impaled and mutilated corpse was then dragged by its legs to the side of the arena, strung up beside the two other dead boys. The severed genitals were tied round the Ephebus' neck, and the boy's head, which was still wearing the shocked and horrified expression, with mouth open and eyes staring wildly, from the moment of death, was placed on the sand under the naked corpse's feet.
copyright Paul Lawrence 2009
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 crossbelts 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. "Fuck !", 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 his anus 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' bulky, wrinkled 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 sexually 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 even more loudly, and struggled pathetically as the shaft slowly disappeared between his fitfully jerking,hairy 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. “Shit ! My fuckin guts !”, Calvius moaned, as he felt the baton penetrate deep inside his bowels. 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, The filming of Calvius steaming urine all over his hairy chest, bulging belly and face, with much of it going being impaled 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, swollen '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. “Fuck ! 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 arenaslaves. 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 bollocks ! Not again !", 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. “Shit ! 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. “Fuck !”, 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 bollocks ! 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. “Tossers ! I got no fuckin' bollocks ! I got no prick !”, 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, “Oh bollocks ! 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.
“Shit! 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 arenaslaves 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 unsexed 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.
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INTRODUCTION Massimo was a big, well muscled, experienced Sabian Gladiator who was to fight Mendrix, a slim, young Gaul. As was the custom in the Roman Arena, it was almost mandatory that the Gaul should loose the fight and be killed in an appropriately gruesome manner, as the Gauls were considered to be the ancient and hereditary enemies of Rome. The Gauls were also widely believed, because of reports by various Roman writers, including Julius Caesar, to fight their battles naked, and so on most occasions, when Gauls fought in the arena, they were expected to fight without a loincloth, even if they wore certain other items of armour. And, of course, many Gauls had red hair, and this included their pubic and body hair, and that fascinated the Romans. So Mendrix was to fight Massimo without a loincloth, and with very little other protection. Massimo, on the other had, would be well protected, although, like Mendrix he would not wear a loincloth for this fight. Instead, he would wear a leather covered, metal crotch protector. For this fight Gracchus had decided that Mendrix would be armed with a short gladius, and a small, circular shield. Massimo, however, had to dispense with the protection of a shield, but was given the advantage of a very long reach by being armed with a huge mace.
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INTRODUCTION The following reconstruction of a gladiatorial fight featuring Burro is a text version of the first reconstruction which will be later illustrated with 'full-size' photos. The precise form of this reconstruction may be subsequently altered to accord with the exigencies of the re-enactment process.
BURRO & THE CONDEMNED SLAVES There was now to be a display by Burro, a well known and popular older gladiator, who had only been defeated a couple of times in his younger days, and had a reputation as an implacable and sadistic fighter. Gracchus had gathered together three young men who were classed as noxii – in other words those who had been condemned to fight in the arena by a magistrate, on the understanding that they would be killed within three months. These youngsters had little or no experience of gladiatorial fighting, having received no training, and their appearance in the arena was just a way of having them executed - but in such a way that it would provide some diversion and amusement to the bloodthirsty crowd. Occasionally noxii, despite having no arena experience, managed to defeat their opponent. This would often amuse the crowd, but would obviously infuriate Gracchus. It was,of course, an expensive business for him to lose a popular, well trained gladiator. In such cases the noxii was not given a second chance, and Gracchus would have the unfortunate slave executed on the staging of the next Games. Gracchus had devised a particular form of execution for such noxii who managed to be victorious in the arena. The noxii would be stung up – upside down and naked, with his legs spread wide. A bronze funnel would then be inserted into his anus, and molten lead would be poured into the funnel. As the slave's rectum and guts were burned out, he would be completely emasculated, and his severed sex-parts would be inserted into his mouth to act as a gag. The gag was required because otherwise the poor slave would continue to scream – maybe for an hour or more before he died, and this would disrupt the rest of the Games, (an example of this form of execution will appear in a later revision of this publication in the 'Roman Execution' section). None of the three noxii who faced Burro was able to defeat him, so none of them suffered the appalling fate described previously. The first noxii got off lightly, being killed in a brutal and spectacular manner, but dying quickly, and relatively painlessly. The second slave was not so lucky, and the last boy, Rufio, may have preferred the molten lead, as Burro made his death particularly prolonged and painful.
THE FIRST FIGHT The first fighter to enter the arena and face Burro was a young man of about twenty-five. He was short and stocky - quite well muscled - with a hairy chest and belly, and very hairy legs, which the slight layer of olive oil on his skin only accentuated. He wore a traditional style, white loincloth, which fully covered his muscular buttocks. He fought with bare feet, and his only other clothing was a wide, leather belt. Burro was kitted out in a traditional gladiator's loincloth, leather armour on his belly and lower chest, arm-guards and greaves. Both fighters were armed with a short sword and a small circular shield. After some nervous sparring, in which it was obvious that the condemned man was doing everything in his power to keep well away from Burro, Eventually Burro got tired of all the 'dancing around' in the arena, and 'weighed in', clashing
swords and shields with his unwilling opponent. Burro’s opponent staggered back, and as he did so, Burro kicked him heavily in the groin. "Shit ! My fuckin' bollocks !", the young man moaned, as a cheer went up from the crowd, the stupid fighter dropped his sword and shield as he brought both hands up to clutch at his crushed 'privates'. With Burro standing over him, the poor, groaning young man sank to his knees. Immediately Burro went behind his incapacitated opponent. Dropping his shield, Burro then ripped off the helpless man’s helmet. "No ! Please !", the young man shrieked, realising what was about to happen, but his 'please' was cut short as Burro's sword sliced through his neck. Instantly the groaning man’s head separated from his body and tumbled onto the sand as the crowd roared with approval. For a few seconds the young man’s headless body remained kneeling on the sand, as his jerking hands came up to his neck and flapped about in a reflex action, as if to try and staunch the fountain of blood that had spurted up, while his well defined belly muscles flexed, and his hips bucked obscenely. The body, now gushing blood from its severed neck, then toppled forwards onto the sand. With the crowd still cheering, Burro stood over the decapitated corpse. As he stood there, accepting the applause of the crowd, the dying headless body's muscular buttocks flexed, and the body farted loudly as its anal sphincter opened. Then a dirty, dark brown stain spread over the part of the young man’s loincloth that was covering his twitching, muscular buttocks, as the anal muscles of the corpse relaxed further, allowing the dead man's very full bowels to empty, and fill his loincloth with steaming, stinking excrement. At the same time a spreading patch of wet sand appeared between the corpse’ outstretched, twitching legs as his equally full bladder emptied. A humiliating end, - but the decapitated man knew nothing of his own farting, defecating and urinating – at least we think he didn't, although some would suggest that the severed head may have some moments of conciousness before death supervenes. Undoubtedly the slaves head was lying on the sand looking toward the spread, twitching legs, in such a position that he would be able see his body going through it's humiliating and obscene death throes, and the slave's eyes were open – and some said they blinked ! The arena-slaves then came over to dispose of the freshly killed corpse. One slave picked up the severed head and showed it to the crowd. The young man's eyes were still staring wildly, and his mouth was open and horribly contorted, as he had screamed his final ' No ! Please !', when his head was sliced off. The head, with dark bloodstains dribbling from the nose and mouth, was then rammed onto a sharpened wooden stake set into the arena sand. At the same time, two other slaves were turning the headless corpse over onto its back, which produced some further, noisy farts. One of the slaves then ripped off the fouled loincloth, to reveal the young man's large, semi-erect penis, and his bulky, hairy testicles, all of which, along with his upper thighs and the thick, curly hair on his crotch, were smeared with foul smelling excrement. The disgustingly fouled loincloth was immediately flung into one of the burning braziers, nearby, and the headless, and now rudely nude and soiled corpse was dragged from the arena by its legs, leaving a long trail of excrement and blood, which was quickly cleared up with shovels and rakes by other slaves. The soiled and bloody corpse was finally dragged to the ‘Spoilarium’, where the body would be stripped completely naked. Later the naked corpse would be loaded onto a cart, and taken to the ‘Public Arena’, where it would be butchered and fed to the arena animals. The young man’s head, however, would be taken back to the ‘Gladiatorial School’, and impaled on a spike, as a warning to the trainees of their possible fate if they did not train hard enough. Satisfied with his first kill, Burro moved to the centre of the arena to await the entrance of his second opponent.
THE SECOND FIGHT The second fighter to face Burro was a little younger - eighteen or nineteen. He was blond, slim and well muscled, with practically no body-hair. He fought bare foot, and wore just a very small, white loincloth, and he had no helmet. He was armed with just a short spear, and having no shield, he stood little chance against the well-armed Burro. Burro, however, much to the surprise of the crowd, and Burro's opponent, threw down his shield, and prepared to fight the youngster with just his sword, confident that he could beat the boy easily. The fight started in very much the same way as the previous fight, with Burro's young opponent dodging round the arena, trying to get away from his sadistic opponent. To please the crowd, Burro chased after the agile lad, and indulged in some ‘swordplay’ so that the fight wouldn't end too quickly. When the crowd had seen enough, Burro went in for the kill. "Shit ! No !", the young lad screamed, as Burro grabbed the boy’s spear with his free hand, and sliced down with his sword. The skilful stroke sliced easily through the upper part of the boy’s right arm, severing his bicep, cutting straight through the bone, and completely severing the lower part of the screaming lad’s arm. "Shit ! My fuckin' arm !", the young boy’s screamed as his handsome, boyish face contorted horribly, and staggered back, with blood rhythmically squirting from his mutilated stump. "Fuck ! You've chopped my fukin' arm off, you cunt !", the mutilated boy moaned, while the crowd laughed and cheered. The boy then slowly slumped to his knees, groaning and staring wildly at his severed right arm, which was still feebly
twitching as it lay on the sand. As screaming young lad knelt in the centre of the arena, his mutilated, stump spurted blood rhythmically, and waved up and down uncontrollably, while urine dribbled from the now almost transparent pouch of his loincloth. Meanwhile, Burro stood over him, taking in the applause of the crowd. "Fuck no !", the boy grunted, as Burro then grabbed the him by his thick mop of blond hair, and pulled him over, so that he landed on his back on the sand. The boy was now completely helpless, and pleading for mercy. "Please don't kill me ! Mercy, for fuck sake ! I don't wanna die !", the squirming boy whimpered, but it was now just a matter of ‘finishing him off’. Instead of just cutting the boy’s throat, or chopping his head off, Burro stood over the defeated young lad and kicked his legs apart. "No not there !", (meaning his crotch), -“Not THERE !”, the terrified boy spluttered, as, with the crowd still cheering, Burro stabbed the helpless, mutilated boy in the groin. Instantly the boy sat up, squealing, bringing his knees together in a reflex action. ‘Shit ! My fuckin’ bollocks !’, the boy shrieked and, using his one remaining hand, he clutched convulsively at his groin, as a dark red stain spread across the bulging, tight little pouch of his loincloth. The boy was now pinned to the sand by the sword between his legs, and was now very groggy from the loss of blood from both his severed arm, and his groin. With his legs twitching in spasms, and his right stump still squirting blood and jerking up and down, the poor boy sat on the sand, staring at the sword impaling his groin, "Fuckin' help me !" he groaned pathetically. "My fuckin' bollocks are skewered !". Finally Burro decided to humiliate the boy even further. He bent down and pulled the sword out of the boy’s groin, causing the poor lad to fall back as his hips to rose off the sand. Burro then unbuckled the mutilated lad's belt, “No – please - don't !”, the boy groaned, obviously not wanting to be stripped naked in front of the crowd. Burro,however, ignored him and pulled away the bloody loincloth, leaving it still attached at the back, but with the blood-stained pouch laid out on the sand between the boy's twitching legs. There, lying in the middle of the pouch, were the boy's severed genitals, with his bulky testicles still attached to his fat, semi-erect penis. The boy, using his one remaining arm, then managed to raise himself up, so that he was sitting again, and stared in disbelief and horror at his severed 'privates'. "Fuck ! those are my fuckin' sex-parts ! My fuckin' bollocks an' my prick !", he groaned, much to the amusement of the crowd, as it finally dawned on him that, when he was skewered in the groin, he was in fact totally castrated. Hesitantly his remaining hand moved to his groin, and his trembling fingers explored the bloody stump that was poking out from his thick, dark-blond 'bush' of curly pubic hair, as if he was just making sure that his testicles and his penis were no longer there. For a few moments he sat and looked at his mutilated groin, wide eyed and incredulous, as blood and urine dribbled from the twitching, bloody stump that was all that was left of his genitals. Burro then straddled the boy’s chest, bent forward and stabbed the boy in the neck, pinning him once again to the sand ! "Fuck !", the boy gurgled, and immediately there was a huge spurt of blood from the boy’s mouth and nose, and his hips pushed up from the sand. For a few moments, as blood pumped from his neck, the boy’s hips jerked in pelvic thrusts, repeatedly, as if he were trying to 'bugger' the empty air with his non-existent penis, while his good arm flailed about uselessly, apparently trying to stem the flow of blood from his neck. As he squirmed obscenely, with his legs widely spread, slowly bleeding to death, his dark, puckered anus, which was surrounded by short, curly blond hairs, opened up, and he farted and dribbled excrement onto the sand, while at the same time, a huge fountain of urine sprayed out of his severed urethra, and splattered over his jerking thighs. Then he grunted 'Bollocks !', and his muscular, twitching buttocks thumped back onto the sand which was now covered in his own faeces. The boy's legs then jerked a couple of times, his fists clenched, and after a final, long drawn out fart he was dead. With the cheering ringing across the arena, Burro stood over the fouled, naked corpse, accepting the adulation of the crowd. Disdainfully, Burro then picked up the bulky, severed genitals and, opening the boy’s bloodied jaws, he stuffed the ‘sexparts’ into the boy’s mouth, leaving the end of boy’s limp, wrinkled penis poking out between his swollen, blue lips ! Burro then returned to his place in the centre of the arena, waiting for his next opponent. The arena-slaves, meanwhile had gathered up the boy's severed arm, and his spear, and dragged the mutilated lad, by his legs, from the arena. As the naked corpse was dragged away, it left a trail of blood, excrement and urine on the sand, which was quickly cleared away by other slaves, who then spread fresh sand over the area where the boy had been killed.
THE THIRD FIGHT - RUFIO The next condemned boy to fight Burro was even younger than the lad that Burro had just 'finished-off'. This boy, called Rufio, was wearing an even smaller loincloth that the previous fighter, with a tiny, straining pouch at the
front, and just a cord running up his arse-crack, between his smooth, shaved buttocks. Dark haired and very cute, young Rufio immediately got Burro 'horny', so it was obvious that the boy would probably end up being horribly 'abused' and probably buggered before he was killed. In just a tiny pale blue loincloth, the young boy looked very vulnerable as he faced his heavily armed and protected opponent. Rufio was armed with just a short sword, but was brave enough to get into a fight almost immediately. Perhaps he thought that by facing up to Burro immediately would give him the chance to be killed quickly and cleanly. In this, however, he was very wrong. With the pouch of his loincloth bulging ominously, and the outline of his obscenely large, stiff 'tool' clearly visible, Burro indulged in some ‘play-fighting’ with the young lad, just to ‘amuse’ the crowd. Eventually when the crowd had seen enough, Burro went in strongly, smacking Rufio in the jaw with the hilt of his sword. Knocked almost senseless, young Rufio dropped his sword and went down onto one knee. 'Spare me, Burro !', the terrified young lad pleaded, as the arena-slaves, realizing that Burro wanted to rape the boy before killing him, immediately moved in and grabbed young Rufio by both arms. The boy was then pulled to his feet, while Burro put down his sword and shield, and got ready to ‘amuse’ the crowd by abusing the boy. RUFIO IS BUGGERED 'Please no ! Don't fuck me !', Rufio groaned, as Burro pulled out his enormous, heavily veined penis. Rufio was now shaking as he was held by the two burly arena-slaves, as he realized that his end was probably going to be slow and appallingly painful. Burro then stepped up to the boy and gabbed hold of the waist-cord of the young lad’s tiny loincloth. "No ! Not my fuckin' loincloth !" Rufio pleaded, as Burro yanked the cord, and the boy’s skimpy loincloth came away in his hand. Rufio’s penis and testicles flopped down, no longer supported by the tight little loincloth, and the crowd cheered as they saw how ‘well-endowed’ the lad was. His penis was long and thick, his testicles heavy, smooth and hairless, and he had a neat, thick black pubic ‘bush’. Immediately the arena slaves bent the lad forward, exposing his firm muscular buttocks. At the same time, Burro grabbed hold of his own huge, erect and darkly veined penis. Hanging ominously below his big jerking 'tool' were a pair of heavy, hairy, wrinkled testicles, and the base of the 'shaft' of his obscene 'tool' was surrounded by a thick, luxuriant ‘bush’ of dark pubic hair. Fortunately for Rufio, he had been turned round by the arena-slaves, so he didn't get to see Burro’s massive ‘equipment’, but he heard the crowd cheer, and guessed that Burro had stripped-off. Burro then approached the bent over young lad, and grabbed hold of Rufio’s hips. Rufio managed to groan, ‘Please don’t fuck my bum-hole - please !’, but he was wasting his time, and Burro immediately rammed his huge, jerking penis into the helpless boy’s anus. Rufio squealed, as his tight little puckered 'anal ring' was forced open, and the crowd laughed and jeered as Burro then slowly penetrated the helpless groaning lad, as he slid the full length of his heavily veined 'shaft' into the struggling boy. Once Burro had fully penetrated his defeated opponent, he started thrusting in and out. Rufio, who was a highly sexed young lad, not surprisingly started to get an erection, and his heavy penis slowly lengthened and jerked up, little by little, as Burro continued thrusting. Despite the fact that he knew that he would probably be killed once Burro had 'had his way', nature was taking its course, and he was unable to prevent himself becoming horribly 'aroused', despite the fact that he was being brutally buggered in public. Burro was also extremely 'aroused', as he had a strong predilection for teenage boys, - particularly if they were slim and practically hairless, like Rufio, - and despite wanting to please the crowd with a prolonged session of thrusting, he was unable to hold off his orgasm. After a couple of minutes of very hard, rough thrusting, his big, jiggling testicles pulled up into his very hairy crotch, and he groaned as he started to reach his orgasm. Once he knew he was about to ejaculate, Burro pulled his penis out of the naked boy's rectum, while still holding the boy by his hips. He then stood, with shaking legs, panting hard, as his huge penis jerked up and down as it squirted repeated ropes of thick creamy spunk over the helpless boy's back and buttocks, while the crowd cheered. Once Burro had finished ejaculating, he pulled up his dangling loincloth, shoved his shrinking, but still very large 'member' inside, and rearranged his genitals. Meanwhile, the arena-slaves pulled Rufio upright, and as Burro's thick creamy spunk slowly dribbled down the boy's buttocks and the backs of his thighs, the crowd could see that the young lad now had a huge, erect penis. RUFIO IS ABUSED & EMASCULATED Now Burro called for the spear that his previous opponent had been using. While an arena-slave went to get the spear, the other two arena slave bent Rufio over once again. 'Please, Burro ! Don't finish me off with a spear up my bum-hole !', the helpless, naked boy moaned, thinking he was to be killed by having the spear tip rammed up his backside, and into his guts. Instead, however, Burro took the spear, and using the ‘butt’, (blunt end), he pushed it roughly into young Rufio’s anus. As young Rufio had already been 'opened-up' by Burro's massive penis, his anus was already slightly open, and it spread quite easily to take the thick spear butt.
Burro then buggered young Rufio with the spear butt, - pumping the youngster's but carefully - so as not to injure him but rather to get him even more aroused so that the boy's penis would become even harder and more fully erect. The crowd were now enjoying every minute of the ‘show’, and young Rufio, despite his grunts and groans, was getting a really massive erection, as Burro had hoped. When Burro had got the boy as 'aroused' as he thought he could get him, he got the arena-slaves to straighten up Rufio and turn him round. Facing the boy, Burro then gripped hold off Rufio's extremely stiff penis in his firm fist, from the front, and started masturbating the lad. The poor boy, being already highly 'aroused' through having his rectum and prostate stimulated, couldn't help but respond, and was soon pushing his hips forward and thrusting into Burro's fist. “I see you like fuckin' a fist !”, Burro said with a grin, as he simply held his hand steady as Rufio manfully thrust into it. 'Grip my knob harder ! - Please ! - Make me fuckin' cum !', Rufio grunted, forgetting the humiliation of being masturbated in public, as his young body's urgent desire for sexual 'relief' took him over. After a minute or so, the naked boy's testicles pulled up to his crotch, his legs began to tremble, and he was obviously on the verge of having an orgasm. Rufio was gazing upwards, obviously engrossed in being masturbated – or rather buggering Burro's fist, - and didn't notice that Burro was handed a knife with a red-hot blade by one of the arena-slaves. Moments later Rufio groaned, 'I'm fuckin' cummin' !'. As soon as Rufio had squirted out his first gob of semen, Burro brought hot knife up, between the boy's legs and deftly he sliced off naked Rufio's penis while he was ejaculating ! As the knife sliced and hissed through the base of his 'shaft', Rufio's whole body jerked upwards. 'Shit ! - My fuckin' cock !', Rufio squealed, as he slumped back down, and was only prevented from collapsing on the sand by the two arena-slaves who were holding him. Burro stepped back, as the stench of burning flesh and singed pubic hair drifted across the arena. Burro was still holding Rufio's severed penis, and stood back so that the crowd could watch the partially emasculated boy squirm. Rufio was by then groaning pitifully, partly form the pain in his groin, but also because he was still climaxing and ejaculating ! Rufio continued to ejaculate for a few moments, but now his semen squirted out of his severed urethra, which was poking from the still smoking, tiny little stump of what had been his penis. Moaning in agony, but still ejaculating, the arena-slaves had their work cut out holding the squirming boy. After a few moments Rufio was just dribbling the last of his bloody 'seed', and his sweaty body had gone completely limp, and had to be held up, groaning and sobbing, by the two arena-slaves. Having had his penis cut off, Rufio was now left with his testicles intact, but just a horrible, bloody stump where his penis had been ! Burro was still holding the main part of Rufio's penis, which had remained ‘stiff’ and erect, as the blood supply had been cut off by the red-hot knife. Burro showed it, severed end first, to Rufio, and the horrified boy could obviously see clearly the ends of the three columns of erectile tissue - two on the top and one on the bottom, with the urethra running through the bottom column. Burro then the flipped the severed 'member' over, to show Rufio the other end, and pulled the foreskin right back so that the poor boy could get a look at the still swollen, gleaming dark pink glans, which was still dribbling semen. Almost unable to believe what he was seeing, Rufio had to look away, and proceeded to vomit on the sand. At this point, the crowd wanted the boy ‘finished-off’, but Grachus had other ideas, and sent a message down to the supervisor of the fight. The supervisor took Burro to one side, so that Rufio couldn't hear him, and gave Burro Gracchus' instructions. “The Master says that you are to complete the boy's emasculation, and then mutilate him slowly, starting with is hands, until he is dead !”. Burro grinned and nodded. He then returned to Rufio. Rufio, at that point was having his severed penis strung round his neck by the arena-slaves – and it was hanging on his chest like some obscene pendant. “Right ! I want him bent back, with his hips pushed forwards.” Rufio told the arena-slaves. “No please ! No more !”, Rufio moaned, probably guessing what was going to happen next. Burro was still holding the knife that he had used to slice off Rufio's penis. By that time it had cooled down considerably, but the blade was still hot to the touch. “Oh no – not my balls !”, Rufio groaned, as Burro grabbed hold of the naked lad's scrotum. Rufio then looked to the crowd. “Don't let him do this to me ! Not my bollocks !”, he screamed, hoping that the crowd would show him some mercy. But the only sound to come back was cries of -'Chop the cunt's bollocks off !' - 'Castrate the little tosser !' 'Slice the wanker's balls off !' 'The fucker's got no cock so cut his nuts off !' - and such like. “I've been ordered to castrate you – an' finish the job off. After all, with no fuckin' prick, what do you need your bollocks for ? “No please ! No more pain !”, Rufio sobbed. Burro ignored him, and nodded to the arena-slaves to indicate that they should hold the boy tightly. Burro then cut down the raphe or seam which divided the boy's plump, hairless scrotum into to parts.
“Oh no ! Stop !”, Rufio grunted, as he felt the knife penetrate the sensitive skin of his hairless scrotal sack. Burro then made a second cut, close to where the scrotum was attached to the boy's crotch, to allow the flaps of skin to open. He then deftly popped out Rufio's left testicle, causing the boy to grunt. Burro then pulled the left testicle down, almost to Rufio's knee, horribly stretching the testicular artery and the funiculus, or spermatic cord. “Shit ! My fuckin' ball !”, Rufio squealed, as he looked down and saw his exposed testicle being pulled away from his groin, while he struggled to break the grip of the two arena-slaves who were holding him. Burro then placed the knife at the lower end of the cord and artery, just above the testicle. “Fuck no ! Don't cut it !”, Rufio squealed, bur before the naked boy had got the words out, Burro sliced with his knife ! “FUCK !”, Rufio squealed, as, like a piece of elastic the artery and the spermatic cord shot up and disappeared into his crotch, leaving Burrow holding the pale, gleaming testicle. “Now you've only got one ball !”, Burro said, as he held the severed testicle up in front of Rufio's face, “and no prick “!, and with that he flicked the still erect penis, which was hanging from a leather thong round Rufio's neck. The crowd cheered, fascinated at the slow, methodical way that Burro was castrating the unfortunate boy-fighter. Most gladiators would simply emasculate their defeated opponent with one quick stroke of the sword or knife, but Burro was making the process long and torturous so that the crowd could enjoy every moment of the poor lad's horrifying experience. “Oh no – please !”, Rufio groaned, starring at his exposed and severed testicle. “And now for the other one !”, Burro said, with a wicked grin. “No please – no more !- Not my other ball !”, Rufio groaned once again, realizing that after his last remaining testicle had been cut off he would be totally emasculated and sexless ! “I already told you – you stupid cunt- a boy with no fuckin' cock don't need no fuckin' balls neither !”, and with that Burro reached down and popped out the remaining testicle. This one he pulled out horizontally, to give the crowd a better view – and of course Rufio could also easily see his last remaining testicle being stretched. “SHIT NO ! Don't pull it !”, Rufio squealed, forcing his hips forward to try and relieve the strain. Everybody was waiting for the artery and cord to snap as Burro pulled the poor lad's testicles right away from his bleeding crotch. The cord and artery didn't snap, however, and once again Burro cut right close to the testicle, and the cord and artery sprang back into the boy''s crotch, causing him to squeal and jerk backwards. “Now your bollockless !” Burro shouted to Rufio, to make himself heard above the applause and cheers of the crowd. “Oh shit ! - I'm fucked !” young Rufio groaned, as he sunk down into the grip of the two arena-slaves who were holding him, while Burro held the emasculated lad's testicles just inches from his face. Burro then threw the pale, gleaming testicles onto the sand. RUFIO IS MUTILATED & KILLED “Kneel him on the sand – hold him well, and hold out his right hand !”, Burro then said curtly to the two arena-slaves. Obediently, the two arena-slave forced Rufio to kneel on the sand. “Oh no !”, Rufio sobbed, probably imagining that he was going to be handed his severed parts, and then have his throat cut. Instead, Burro picked up his sword, held Rufio's wrist, and cut off his hand. “Oh shit ! NO !”, Rufio screamed, but before he could do or say anything else, Burro grabbed hold of Rufio's left had, and with another stroke of the sword, cut of the helpless boy's other hand. Both hands flopped onto the sand, the fingers wriggling as if they were still attached to the boy's arms. Rufio continued to scream, and blood pumped from his wrists in rhythmic spurts. With Rufio's arms still held out wide either side of him, Burro then grabbed hold of the screaming boy's left shoulder, brought his sword down, and cut off what was left of the boy's arm. “Fuck it ! NO – you cunt !”, Rufio squealed, shaking his head in pure disbelief at what was happening to him. Burro then took hold of Rufio's right shoulder, and sliced off what remained of the poor lad's right arm. Now one of the arena slaves held Rufio by his neck, as he no longer had any arms by which he could be held. Burro then bent down in front of the sobbing boy and made a shallow, straight cut across Rufio's heaving belly, low down along the line of the boy's pubic hair. He then made a second cut from the squirming boy's sternum, through his navel and down his bulging belly to the first cut. This allowed two flaps of skin and muscle to open, revealing the boy's guts. “No please ! Not my belly ! Not my fuckin' guts!”, Rufio pleaded, but Burro ignored him, and told the arena slave to bend Rufio forward. As the boy bent over there was a horrible slurping noise, and the groaning boy's large intestines flopped out in a series of pale, bloody coils onto the sand. “Shit ! My guts ! An' I can't hold my fuckin shit in !”, the squirming boy groaned as he farted noisily and his anus opened wide as he deposited a large pile of steaming excrement on the sand between his legs. At the same time he started to
spray urine from the stump of his penis. “Piss an' shit ! Oh fuck – I'm really fucked ! Kill me ! For fuck sake 'finish' me !”, Rufio pleaded, as he fell onto his back, urinating and defecating uncontrollably. Burro, however, was not finished humiliating the poor boy just yet. Seeing the young lad's testicles still lying on the sand, he picked them up, and told the arena-slave to force open Rufio's mouth. As the arena-slaves held open Rufio's mouth, the poor lad vomited, in anticipation of having his severed 'private parts' stuffed into his mouth. The vomit jetted out onto the boy's chest and slashed belly, splattering onto his exposed guts. Once Rufio had stopped vomiting, and with the crowd's noisy approval, Burro then forced the testicles into Rufio's mouth. Moments later he cut the leather thong round Rufio's neck, to which the boy's penis was attached, and stuffed the still stiff 'member' into the boy's mouth, leaving a couple of inches, including the exposed glans, protruding between Rufio's trembling lips. Burro then, with the help of the arena-slaves, straightened out the unfortunate lad, propping him up against the arena wall, and kicking the boy's legs apart to fully reveal his complete and utter emasculation. By then Burro thought the boy's humiliation was complete, and so he left the what was left of the poor lad propped up against the arena wall, slowly bleeding to death. for a few minutes, Finally Burro pulled Rufio's head up by his hair, and slit the boy' throat. All that then happened was that Rufio's whole body jerked, he gurgled horribly, and then blood gushed down the lad's chest to his jerking, mutilated belly, and then ran down his hips to stain the arena sand. The boy's feet and toes twitched in spasms for a few moments, and his eyes opened wide, and then the blood that had been pumping from his mutilated shoulders was slowly reduced to a tiny dribble, and then stopped completely, indicating that the boy's heart had stopped beating. What had been Rufio still sat propped up against the arena wall, however, white faced, with his penis poking out between his blue lips, and his glazed sightless eyes staring wildly at the crowd. So Rufio's death was a bit of an anticlimax after all the blood and agony that had preceded it. But the crowd was well pleased, and applauded Burro as he left the arena, following the arena-slaves who carried and dragged the pathetic, mutilated remains of young Rufio to the Spoilarium.
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