Date: Sat, 30 Jul 2011 19:48:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gladiator Charm School 2

Gladiators' Charm School 2
By Bald Hairy Man

This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex.  If this offends or
bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a
discussion of safe sex. If you have, any comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com


I arrived at Julius' villa in the early afternoon. I needed to find out
what exactly he wanted and had planned. Of course, I generally knew what he
wanted, a wild sexual romp.  This was un Roman.  Romans see sex as
power. It is important that men act as men. While fucking a woman for her
property and status is ideal, fucking is good in general. Women are
preferred but there wasn't any real problem fucking men as long as you were
the top.

Taking the bottom is a sign of effeminacy or low status. You can fuck a
slave boy and still be a man. Having the boy's cock in your ass is
problematic. Fucking for tension release is understood. Fucking as an
expression of affection or love is bad.

I assumed Julius' friends would be upper class men. My gladiators were
not. Julius took Corsi's cock and seed, but that was a private affair. This
was to be a party with several guests. While the Greeks had no problem with
a party ending in an outbreak of man on man sex, Romans did. I wasn't sure
how a Roman Patrician maintained his status as his friends watched him take
a common man's cock.

Julius knew that once the gladiators were in you, there was no way to avoid
taking the sperm too. He was embarrassed and uneasy when he left my small
villa. I assumed that as he reconsidered the event, the pleasure of the
gladiatorial penetration far outweighed the embarrassment of consorting
with lower class men.

Gladiators were popular celebrities, famed for their masculinity and
strength. They were ordinary, common men, strong, brutal and exciting. They
were very much a forbidden pleasure. This would be exciting for a pampered
Patrician with a needy asshole. Meeting a gladiator in a remote villa was
vastly preferable to having one in the house. Servants talk. It is best if
one is far from the home hearth, with strangers. Of course, having sex with
a man was also an easy secret to keep. One the cock had shot its load, the
fucker pulled out, the hole closed and there was no tell tale trace of
sperm or passion and no chance of a baby.

Julius' villa was small, but well appointed. I noticed the staff was all
male, and I assumed this was a favored get away from the pressures of a
public life and the demands of a wealthy landowner. I realized this was a
secret get away.  There were no indicators of Senatorial rank, and no
indicator of the identity of the owner at the house.

The exterior was simple, and one could easily mistake it for the residence
of a modestly prosperous farmer or a local merchant's summer place. Julius
greeted me wearing a rustic tunic, not the toga of a great man. "Welcome
friend!" he said.  "I see you have brought your servants." I had the
Gladiators dressed in ordinary traveling tunics. Two men carried chests
with costumes and props, should Julius want a more elaborate show.

We entered the cool, atrium. To the rear was a colonnaded garden.  Heavily
shaded and cool, it was a welcome retreat from the heat of southern
Italy. Several older servants brought us wine.  The older servants wore
loincloths.  Younger servants were naked. I saw no women. I noticed the
servants were free men, not slaves. This was an all male household.

Julius told me the servants were farmers and their sons. "I found some men
who shared my tastes and relocated them here to help me.  It has been a
good arrangement." I later found the sons were unrelated to their fathers,
except for sharing common sexual tastes.

We talked as my men went off to a room in the rear. I planned for the
Persian Panther to serve as a master of ceremonies for my crew. He appeared
in his Panther costume. I asked Julius if he wanted to inspect the
entertainment for the night.  He certainly did.

The Panther came forward when I snapped my finger. He wore an impressive
headdress of an actual panther head, and little else. I had modified his
loincloth to be little more than a ball holder. His uncut penis was
exposed.  As I hoped, the Panther's lavender gland excited Julius. Any
situation with sexual potential excited the Panther so a bead of his sex
juices quivered on his slit. The foreskin normally hid it from view, and
normally one would only see the gland when a man was sexually aroused. It
titillated Julius.

The Panther did a little dance, and then introduced the British
Bruin. "While the Panther comes for the easternmost border of the Empire,
the Bruin comes from the misty western frontier," I said.  The Bruin wore a
collar of the sort used to restrain wild animal and blue paint, typical of
the Picts.  He was otherwise naked.  His massive head and beard of red hair
provided all the costume he needed. The Panther led him in to disguise his
near blindness.

While the main collar was on his neck, a second collar bound his
genitals. This gave them additional prominence.  Julius clapped in
pleasure.

"And now from the southern frontier, the Ethiopian Elephant!" I exclaimed.
The Nubian appeared in tribal regalia.  He was a most impressive man as he
did a wild primitive dance.

"You say, "This elephant has no trunk! Well look here!" I added.  The
Panther pulled a string and released the Nubian's loincloth exposing his
long, trunk-like penis. Julius was almost rolling on the floor with
laugher.

The Danube Donkey appeared next. He was nothing like the superb masculine
specimens I had before him.  I said, "Who is this? Who is this ill formed
creature who ruins my show of man at his most developed, my giants of the
Arena?" The Donkey did a comic dance that was both funny and athletic.  In
the course of the dance, he managed to expose his fully erect organ in all
its glory.  Julius was dazzled.

"And now from the icy northern frontier is the Chieftain!" I announced. The
Corsican Cheetah led him in. The Chieftain was clad in chains and nothing
else. Both men were handsome specimens of man flesh. Both had been badly
injured but the scars only serve to make them look more masculine.

"While the Chieftain was defeated in battle once, he had never found a
Roman who can take the relentless pounding of his huge cock long enough to
make his erupt.  Notice I said erupt. He is a Gothic Vesuvius; his man's
seed pours like lava from his monster organ. He doubts any Roman has an ass
big enough to contain his potent man seed!"  Julius was overjoyed.

I knew one of the announcers in the arena who told me about something he
called the fool's hook. The fools hook was a combination of words, boasts
and impossibilities that would excite the weak minded to attempt feats they
were clearly incapable of doing. I wondered how many of Julius' guests
would end up with the Chieftain's cock in their ass. I frankly wondered if
Julius himself would attempt it.

His guests began to arrive in the late afternoon. I noticed they came
without retinues and several came by foot with only a single servant. I was
in the house, but my gladiators were in a small farmhouse to the rear of
the villa.  They were to be a surprise.  The first to arrive was a Greek
named Apollodorus. He was older than me but quite fit and spoke perfect
Latin. He was an importer of artworks. The next guests were Maximus and
Flavius.  They gave no occupation, but I knew they were soldiers.  From his
air of authority, I assumed Maximus was a general and Flavius was an aide.
Flavius was younger a deferred to the older man.

A trio made of Marcus, Paulus and Alexander came next.  They struck me as
typical wealthy patricians. They looked quite ordinary.  The last guest,
Quintus was very quiet and no one made an effort to find out who he was. I
assumed that meant he was either a nothing, or very important indeed. Some
of the men knew each other but Alexander, Flavius and Quintus were new to
the group.

I was surprised at the small size of the party. The fee was high and the
men few. This was a special party indeed. Of course Julius was a wealthy
man, but this seemed extravagant.  I had assumed several of my men could
hide in the background as the other's frolicked. That wasn't going to be
the case. I was most worried about the Nubian and the Chieftain. Both were
sometimes unpredictable.  The Danube Donkey was along to provide comic
entertainment. He had superb sexual skills, but he wasn't handsome or as
masculine as the other men.  The guest might feel shortchanged.

I worried and fretted. In the Donkey's defense, he was well, if not
over-endowed. Men are men and that might make up for his deficiencies in
physical attractiveness. I also worried my men were too big for easy
sex. Would they over stretch the guests' patrician ass holes? Julius had no
problem with Corsican Cheetah's cock and he certainly didn't complain about
the show he had just watched when we arrived.

It was a hot day and the guests retired to the baths. I was alone with my
worries. The party began as the sun began to set. Julius said it was going
to be an informal dinner, and the men could dress for comfort. He provided
loincloths. That would have been a shocking informality, but the loincloths
were embroidered in gold. They were barely modest, almost transparent, but
clearly luxurious. Servants rubbed all the guests in aromatic oils, so that
and the skimpy loincloths set the tone.

Julius' servants all were naked now, dressed only in a gold ribbon tied
around their balls and cock. The ribbons presented their genitals to
advantage. Apollodorus was the most bold of the guests.  He fondled several
of the servants. The servants didn't object in the least.

The guests seem to appreciate the servants.  They were normal men with
average equipment. Several men were handsome.  None had the snarl one finds
so often in household slaves today.

We sat for dinner and wine began to flow. Most Roman banquets try to
impress you with the sheer amount of food. Julius impressed by the quality
rather than the quantity of food. Every morsel at his event was a delight,
choice and beautifully seasoned. The wine was of the highest quality, but
no one over ate or over drank. The main course was sex with a
gladiator. Julius didn't want his guests bloated and overstuffed.

The conversation was cultured and polite. I did note Apollodorus tended to
lick the cock of any servant who got too close.  That caused some amusement
but no embarrassment. Apollodorus was a vigorous and enthusiastic man. With
a hairy barrel chest and big beard, he was all man, but wasn't shy at all
about his taste for cock.

He licked and then sucked another boy and got a mouthful of sperm.  That
caused polite applause. Apollodorus gave the boy a coin and returned to
dinner as if nothing happened. A servant came to me and said it was time
for my Gladiators.  I left the table and got the men ready.

Julius rose to speak. "When I invited you here tonight I said I had
something special planned. I will not tell you any more about it, other
than to say you are all overdressed!" The men roared in
laughter. Apollodorus got up and did a funny dance as he removed his
loincloth.  He was erect from his interlude with the boy, and the boy's
sperm glistened on his beard.

"You have boy spunk in your beard!" Marcus called out. Apollodorus stuck
out his tongue and licked it up. I was shocked and titillated. While I had
sucked up my share of man seed, I had never done with an audience.

I clapped my hands. The Persian Panther appeared and started the
introductions. The guests had taken enough wine to be happy, but not so
much as to be sloppy.  The guests greeted each of my Gladiators with great
enthusiasm, even the Danube Donkey. The lamplights showed his organ to best
advantage. The Panther was an intelligent man, he oiled my men's cock to
show them to best advantage. The organs shimmered.

I had no plan for the transition between my show and the sexual escapades
that were to follow.  That was up to the guests and Julius to work out. I
assumed it would be Apollodorus after his escapades at the table. Maximus,
the general took charge. He wanted the Chieftain and took him. It was
confused when the guests rushed to claim a playmate.  Flavius claimed the
Cheetah, Marcus coupled with the Bruin and Apollodorus took the
Panther. Alexander and Paulus shared the Nubian. Quintus took the Donkey.

For some reason, I suspected Quintus didn't get stuck with the Donkey; he
wanted him. Quintus had good instincts and he seemed to sense the Donkey's
sexual prowess.

I tend to worry and had tried to anticipate every way things might go
wrong.  I did not consider what might go well.  The Ethiopian Elephant
liked to fuck and liked little else. With two playmates, he could fuck to
his heart's content. His long ebony probe seemed to turn Alexander and
Paulus into mush.  They loved it and the Nubian's single-minded drive to
fuck matched their desire to be plowed by a semi-barbarian black man.

The chieftain and Maximus were perfectly matched. Maximus was the only man
in the group who could have defeated the chieftain in battle. He had the
scars to prove it. The Chieftain noticed Maximus' arm was scared and he had
almost lost it. That seemed to establish kinship as far as the one-armed
German thought.

Maximus dropped to his knees and sucked the German's semi-erect cock. They
may have been enemies on the battlefield, but the Roman General knew how to
make friends. The Chieftain loved it.  My training paid off.

Germans lack Roman baths and tended to regard bear fat as a perfume. Cock
sucking was an ordeal in their native lands. When I first sucked the
Chieftain, he was terrified. While cock sucking was little known, they
regarded biting off your enemy's genitals as the ultimate
humiliation. Fortunately, old Didimus, my toothless former butler was
willing to help out. The Chieftain relaxed with a toothless man. Didimus
thought he had died and ascended to the Heavens.  He hadn't sucked a hot
stud in years. He also hadn't forgotten his oral skills.

He actually made the Chieftain shoot off using only his lips. The German
was uneasy about this too. It was important for a German leader to be
impassive and one can only be so impassive when you are draining your balls
into another man's mouth. I assumed the Chieftain could tolerate this as
long as the orgasms were good enough.  Didimus taught me how to "shoot the
arrow, as the old man described it. You licked the underside of the cock
head where it joins the foreskin.  That spot was sensitive enough to make
him shoot.

Soon enough the Chieftain mounted the General and all was well. Obviously,
the German's cock fit well. Since the General spoke only Latin and the
Chieftain some Gothic language, they couldn't communicate. Their cocks did
all the talking that was needed.

As the Chieftain pounded Maximus' ass, Flavius took the Cheetah. I was
uneasy about this since the Cheetah had been my personal playmate for a
year or so. Flavius' appearance made it worse.  He was a young Apollo; a
young man who would be considered a beauty if he hadn't been so manly. I am
realistic about myself; I am neither young nor a beauty.

Making the situation worse was seeing how young and handsome the Cheetah
was compared to Flavius. I bought the Cheetah just after he was wounded in
the Arena when he was in poor condition, indeed near death. I nursed his
back to life and took him for my own. I still saw him as a wounded
gladiator. When he was with Flaviu,s he was a handsome man with a limp. The
men obviously enjoyed each other.  Flavius had average genital endowments,
but clearly possessed a commodious ass. The Cheetah's organ slipped in
easily with Flavius clearly enjoying the experience. He looked as if he
were in a sexual trance.

My Persian Panther was wedged between two great mountains of man flesh, the
Bruin and Apollodorius. It was hard to tell who was in whose ass. At first,
I thought the Panther was in Apollodorus' hole as the Briton fucked
him. The next time the Panther seemed to have switched positions. The third
time I looked I saw the Panther sitting on the Bruin's thick organ as
Apollodorus sucked the Persian's clipped cock. All was well there.

In a corner of the room, Quintus was on his hands and knees as the Donkey
prepared to fuck him. I must admit that to say Donkey fucked a man is too
crude. Donkey's cock was a magic tool created to explore man's ability to
feel pleasure. It poked; it probed; it massaged. He used it to penetrate
your ass and seek out any place capable of feeling extreme sensations.

Quintus was an ordinary man, balding, quite hairy, muscular, but not
exceptional. I oiled his hole and had serious doubts Donkey's instrument
would enter him without great pain. His ass was tight and there were no
signs of recent use. Donkey could easily pass for being ugly and wasn't the
sort to inspire a man to endure a rough fucking.

I misjudged Donkey. He had his ways and his cock seemed to exert an
attraction like a loadstone. Eventually Quintus was on his back, moaning in
pleasure as the Donkey's huge organ rubbed his insides.  So far, the party
was a great success.  I had no idea if the guests would stay with their
playmates or switch to another.

At one point, most of the guests were on their back or knees getting the
fucking of their lives.  I assumed the party would wither away as the
relentless pounding forced men to release their manly seed. I knew from my
own experience my men released their loads frequently.

Luckily for me, an orgasm or two barely dented my men's enthusiasm for
sex. In the past, many had been chained and in cells for long periods.
When they had an opportunity for sex, they took it.

Julius announced the baths were ready. We trooped to his extravagant
baths. Everyone cleaned up and relaxed. After this short interlude, my men
went on the prowl.

Apollodorus had only taken the Persian Panther's modest member. The
Chieftain liked big men so he went after the Greek.  Apollodorus seemed
very outgoing, but I suspected he was a bit timid when it came to heavy
sex. The chieftain didn't care. The Panther had a vial of lubricant, so he
coated the Chieftain's cock. Apollodorus squealed and begged for mercy as
the German forced entry, but of course, the German didn't understand or
care.

While I assumed the Greek's cries were for dramatic effect, I had a sudden
concern he might be in real pain. I thought it might be bad, but the German
seemed to like the feel of Apollodorus' ass. The Greek began to moan and
eventually beg for harder thrusts and deeper penetration. Apollodorus was
the first to lose all sense of propriety.  He became the barbarian's sex
slave.

The British Bruin's thick butt plug had the same effect on
Alexander. Alexander was a tall, thin middle-aged man, not at all
muscular. The Bruin's cock was as thick as his wrists.  For a man as big as
the Bruin, his cock went wherever he wanted it to go. Alexander had no say
in the matter.

I later realized the men wanted to feel a gladiatorial cock rammed up their
asses. The discomfort was incidental. When the Bruin bellowed, "I'm
shooting!" Alexander shot his load too. It was a beauty.  He asked the
Bruin to leave his cock lodged in his ass after the orgasm.  That was fine
with the Briton.

The Nubian was in Maximus' ass. The Nubian stayed rock hard and it was fun
to watch the black shaft as it parted the General's pink ass. The Cheetah
found a way to take Maximus' organ as the Nubian pounded away. The General
moaned.  Afterward, I was sure some sperm with the rank of general was in
my lover's ass.

Later the Cheetah's organ found its way into Quintus' hole. I noticed sperm
oozed out of the ass as the Cheetah entered. The Donkey must have truly
filled the hole. Since all of my men had fucked me many times, they were
use to a sperm filled hole. While they were use to it, they all responded
well and it still exited them.

The Donkey was nice enough to fill the host's needs. He was deep in
Julius's ass and he seemed to be intent on turning the man into his sex
toy. Julius too lost his formal air.

By the end of the night, everyone was satisfied. All the formalities of
class and rank had vanished. For every open ass, there was a hard
gladiatorial cock. My men had disposed of the contents of their balls.  The
Panther and my Cheetah had a taste for patrician seed. Even they were fully
satisfied. The guests carried the Gladiatorial seed in their rectums. Most
had ass holes that were a size or two bigger than they had been that
morning, but no one was complaining about that. I returned to my villa a
much richer man. My Gladiators were happy too.