Date: Thu, 6 Oct 2011 03:12:19 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: Gladiator Charm School 4 Gladiator Charm School 4 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 expected Quintus would be the next to want a party, but it was Apollodorus who contacted me first. He visited me and asked if he might bring some friends to my villa for an event. I am not much of a host, but the sum he offered was so good, I couldn't refuse. Apollodorus indicated the group valued discretion greatly. I had to hire a cook, since my own cook was capable only of simple fare. For the sum he was to pay me a simple dinner was not appropriate. Julius had a good cook and was willing to part with him when he was in Rome. The cook, Flavian, was a magician with food. I also bought several younger men from Celer to act as serving boys. Celer had purchased a large group of men in a deal, some of whom did not meet his standards for Gladiators. The young men were a good price. They expected to work as agricultural laborers, so they were happy to be household servants for me. The gladiators had broken them in, so they were able to serve sexual needs if necessary. Two of them Junius and Septimius, were handsome and would please anyone who liked Gladiators. They looked the part. I took Apollodorus to the gladiators' quarters and let him look at my men. Not all of them would be suitable for his use, but I could train them, since the party was two weeks away. He liked the idea of having a choice. It was still summer and hot so all the men were naked. I normally visited the quarters for training sessions so several men began to be hard in anticipation of training. Apollodorus liked that and was appreciative of the display. Apollodorus may well have had favorites in the group, but he was clearly interested in all of them. He was like a hunting dog on the scent of game. "Perhaps you might like to visit my baths," I said. "The bath isn't as handsome as Junius' establishment, but it is comfortable." I leaned close to him and whispered in his ear, "The men have been working all day. You might sample a few of them." "How many might I sample?" he asked. I smiled. "As many as you wish," I replied. "You are my esteemed guest." "I don't know if I couldn't take them all," he whispered. "I would like to try." Apollodorus was a wealthy Greek and didn't have the Roman sense of propriety. Romans would pretend to be uninterested. Several men who had played with him at the party came over to us. We went to the bath with them close behind. He was most taken by a recently purchased redheaded giant from Hibernia. The giant towered over the other men, even the German. He had no ability to fight. He looked frightening, but that was all. He was worthless in the arena. Celer sold him to me to save on the cost of feeding him. Apollodorus asked if the giant could join us in the bath. Of course, I said yes. I was uneasy about allowing Apollodorus to meet an untrained man, but the giant, who I had renamed the Hibernian Hercules seemed gentle and to be incapable of violence. He wasn't fully equipped mentally either. Celer told me his attempts to train him were fruitless. He just didn't understand and didn't retain anything you thought he understood. I wasn't sure he would be useful for me, but he was so physically striking I thought he could play the Hibernian Hercules and be an ornamental living statue at a party. The giant was big everywhere and a fully erect living statue would be most popular. I soon discovered Apollodorus had been on his best behavior at Junius' party. His interest in man sex was far greater than he let on and he had impressive sexual capacity. He certainly was willing to accommodate all of me men. When the Hibernian Hercules entered the bath, Apollodorus leaned over to inspect the giant's organ, but decided to suck it. When I saw it close up, it was clear the organ was a wonder, but his monster balls were just as impressive. Apollodorus could barely get one orb in his mouth. His balls were that big. When you first saw the Hibernian Hercules naked, you assumed he had average equipment. This was an optical illusion. He was well proportioned. His "average" equipment was the length of a hand and as thick as a small tree trunk. It was a club cock with the head no thicker than the shaft, a true battering ram. Given his intellectual abilities, I had little hope that I could train him to fuck without ripping his playmate in half. It would be a stretch for me to take it not to mention a comparatively inexperienced man. Apollodorus wasn't inexperienced, but he didn't crave huge cocks the way I do. I assumed the Hibernian Hercules liked sex, but that could be dangerous with a man as large as he was. Ripping a new ass hole was one problem, but if he rolled over, he might hurt a man due to his massive bulk. The gods shined their faces on me. The Hibernian Hercules was a lover, not a fighter. He indeed loved sex, but was gentle and considerate. He was affectionate and loving. He also seemed to like Apollodorus. I would be more correct to say our Hercules was as gentle as a man who possessed his massive sex drive could be. He wanted to fuck and he wanted his organ lodged in a warm, tight ass. He was not at all shy about his desires and given his size, he always got what he wanted. He possessed no tendency toward restraint, or to hold back. As I said, the gods made their faces to shine upon me. Apollodorus had many of the same characteristics as the Hibernian Hercules. He was a sexual athlete and was more than willing to explore the possibilities. He had never been with a man as big and strong as Hercules. Being a good Roman I had a sense of decorum. I understood how a man of my station in life and wealth should act. Neither Apollodorus nor the Hibernian Hercules had any restraints at all. I was shocked and excited by their uninhibited sexual antics. As is the case with most men, the sense of shock faded, while the excitement grew. Most men want to be in control, they naturally want to command and direct. That is especially true of wealthy men of rank. They are accustomed to using other men and women for their own purposes, for either personal gain, or pleasure. I came to understand that some men are sexually stimulated by being used by persons of inferior rank. It is unseemly and forbidden, and thus exciting. The Hibernian Hercules picked Apollodorus up, flipped him over and sucked on the Greek's cock as the Greek sucked him. This was immensely undignified, but mutually enjoyable. Apollodorus seemed especially pleased. I later found out that our Hercules' bull balls' produced sweet man juices in excess, and Apollodorus regarded these as a great delicacy. The Hibernian Hercules was most attentive to the Greek's cock and balls, but seemed particularly interested in his anus. He licked it and wanted to get his tongue into the tight hole. This excited Apollodorus greatly. After some time in this play, Hercules let Apollodorus down on his back, pushed his legs back and eased his cock into the Greek's spit lubricated ass. Of course, the Greek had slobbered on his cock, so he was well lubricated. Eased is not the right word, but forced wasn't right either. Much to my surprise, the monster cock fit. The Hibernian Hercules had a secret way to fuck, that I experienced later. He entered the ass when he was about three quarters hard. After a half dozen strokes, he would become fully erect in the ass, sparing the sphincter form damage. Hercules possessed a cock that tapered as it vanished into his red bush. That also made it comparatively easy on his playmate's sphincter, but the rest of the cock filled the rectum entirely. Apollodorus was winded and shocked, but not in pain. By the time he got his wits back, he was both totally fucked and feeling great pleasure. Hercules could do anything he wanted. It eventually became clear Hercules and Apollodorus wanted the same thing. Hercules used spit for the first entry. He preferred sperm. He would pull out and hold Apollodorus' ass open so other men could shoot their loads in him. Hercules they re-entered the semen fill hole. Septimius was the first to provide the special lubricant. Apollodorus love this. I thought it was the coupling of the handsome man that attracted the Greek, but later Didimus fucked him too. It was the orgasm, the semen and the cock he liked. Apollodorus was a big man, but the Hibernian Hercules treated him as a doll. He put then Greek's legs on his shoulders, skewered him again and then lifted him up, supported by his arms and Hercules' erect cock. He then carried the Greek around the bath and lowered his head so he could suck whichever cock was nearest. This display was both shocking and titillating. It was unseemly that a man of wealth should be so obviously sexually excited with slaves watching. Looking back, I realized this was an odd reaction for me. All of my older Gladiators had fucked me, and all had fucked me to an orgasm. It wasn't a secret that I like man sex. They all had an intimate knowledge of my sexual anatomy. They had all watched me spurt my man seed. When I stopped and thought about it, I realized not only had they seeded my ass, I also had taken their sperm directly from their cocks. I enjoyed the Corsican Cheetah's man seed many times; he was my closest Gladiator friend. The rest of the sex with gladiators was for training not for personal pleasure. I do admit the Donkey and the German Chieftain were particular favorites. When I had insomnia, I would suck the Chieftain all night long taking every drop of his man seed. While he could all but sleep through an orgasm, his balls were always full. I think the Donkey could fuck in his sleep. Both he and the Chieftain could climax many times, so even if I didn't get much sleep, the time passed quickly. Apollodorus' overt interest in man sex was close to being like my own covert interest. I assumed my men would feel disdain for men who surrendered themselves to sexual pleasure. If they felt disdain, it didn't show. They seemed to like Apollodorus and admired his stamina. Apollodorus enjoyed his time in the bath. He asked me if my event for him could be equally uninhibited. "I hope you might provide something different for us," Apollodorus said as he left. "The last party was entirely original. I assume your imagination hasn't run dry." He also offered to pay more for something unique. I said I would do what I could. Apollodorus returned to his home a happy man. He would return with his guests in two weeks. I hardly slept that night trying to think of something new. Our Roman taste for new sensations, oddities, curiosities and spectacles could be a problem. If you failed to produce what was needed, you would soon lose your popularity. Didimus went to Celer's villa that morning to see if there were any new men suitable for my use. He got along with Celer's headman and helped him out when he had a poor shipment. The headman, Secundus, could buy men without Celer's approval. He and Celer had similar tastes. Often he would a buy a group of men at bargain prices, but Secundus liked to get rid of the weaker purchases before Celer saw the group. That morning, Celer had mixed group of prisoners of war. Some were good gladiator material, but it also included some circus performers and freaks that had been part of a defeated general's staff. These men were of some value as entertainment, but Celer wanted only high quality fighting men. He felt mixing circus freaks and fighting men was a problem for sales. His customers had to know they were getting first-rate gladiators, not entertainers. I needed men who looked like gladiators and entertainment value was useful as long as they were sexually proficient and possessed a cock and an asshole. I was surprised to find Didimus and six men in the atrium when I woke. Didimus explained. "They were unbelievably cheap! I think they will clean up well. They were on their way to the mines. No one ever lives long there, so they were most willing to serve us. Apollodorus wants some variety. These men will meet that need admirably." I looked at them in the dim morning light. I thought they were very young at first and then I realized they were dwarfs. Dwarfs and gladiators would meet some my need for something new. I might pair my giant German, Viking, or red haired Hercules with a diminutive dwarf. That would be sure to amuse. "Could they survive a coupling with one of the Gladiators?" I asked. "Some might," Didimus replied. "I think they would rather take their chance with the German's cock, than a slow, but certain death in a dark mine in Africa. They were very economical." Didimus was always quite sensible. I might think one could survive in a galley or in a mine, but there were, for all practical purposes death sentences. "We can select who they are paired with and improve the odds," Didimus added. I sent them off to the baths to be cleaned. I would look at them after a bath and in full sunlight. I wasn't entirely sold on Didimus' scheme, but he was a clever man and he saw potential. It was a busy day and I didn't return to consider the new men until late in the afternoon. Four were true dwarfs, the other two were small, or young men. Only three of the spoke Latin, two spoke Greek and one some language no one spoke. The best guess was a German language of some sort. Didimus had introduced them to the other men and told them what he was thinking about. When he told them there were to be sex toys for wealthy Roman Patricians, they took that in stride. Curiously, when he told them our clients were all male, they became more enthusiastic. They were unsuited for marriage, no one wanted to marry a diminutive man, so they were use to all male sex. They also seemed to be accustomed to rough treatment. They had no objection to our scheme. It seemed to me that this was demeaning, but it seemed like easy work to them. Mistreatment was their normal situation and regular sex could only be so bad as far as they were concerned. By the time I met them all was well. They weren't what I expected. They were odd looking and curiously shaped. That I did expect. I didn't expect them to be real men. We met in the baths. I was with Didimus. Coursi, the Donkey and our red headed Hercules. It had been a long, hard day so were drank some wine as we relaxed in the warm baths. The new men came in, cleaned up, with newly cut hair. I felt like a giant in the land of Dwarfs. That was a good feeling. Didimus had given them names from the Greeks. These were rather grand names for the small men, and it was amusing. Several were normally proportioned men at a small scale. Three had nearly normal trunks, but had short legs and arms. They were all naked of course. I also had assumed they were young. Two were young men, but the others were fully adult, and two were nearly a half-century-old. Their eye level was our cock level, so they had easy access to our genitals. They took full advantage of this. Cock sucking is a good way to make friends quickly, and this they did. One of the older men, Minos, and the youngest, Ganymede, attended to me. Minos had a big head and truck, with small extremities. His cock was full sized. He had a massive beard and wild hair. Ganymede was small and delicate looking and almost hairless. Ganymede fed me his cock as Minos took mine. I could swallow Ganymede's cock and balls. It was fun to lick his balls and cock at the same time. His balls were productive and oozed a sweet juice. He traded places with Minos. Minos was very manly and muscular. His cock was a mouthful. I was shocked when he filled my mouth with his creamy seed. He moaned, twitched and shivered as he released his manly juices. He had seemed like a doll or a toy until he flooded my mouth with his steamy seed. I suddenly realized he was a man with the same basic features of everyman. I could feel his heart beating as his cock squirted his creamy load. "I'm sorry, Master," he said in his correct but heavily accented Latin. "I didn't realize I was so close." "I like a cream appetizer before dinner," I said. "I can do an appetizer or a desert," he replied. I returned my mouth to his cock and milked the remains of his orgasm. There was still more cream oozing from his manly parts. I sucked Ganymede again and he too shot off. I had a finger in his ass when he exploded. He was nowhere near as productive as Minos, but he shot off with considerable force tickling my tongue. I felt his little ass nut get hard as a rock just before. Novelty plays a role in most entertainments and both Ganymede and Minos would be of interest. I know the way Didimus thought and assumed he selected the most responsive of the new men for my pleasure. As I hadn't ejaculated yet, I looked at the other men in the bath to see if anyone was available. Of course, I could take anyone I wanted. I owned them all. I felt it was unwise to get between and muscular gladiator, trained to kill and the object of his affection. He might take it badly and I might end up with a broken neck. I also knew that affection rarely lasts long after an orgasm, and I had no objection to a sperm filled ass. Indeed, I discovered there were advantages to this. After a man has been ravaged by one of my big men, my own cock, which is only slightly above average size, is a relief. Of course you cannot complain when the German stretches you hole to the limit, but you can be appreciative when you master's more average cock allows your hole to return it it's normal diameter. This worked well for me and well as for most of my guests. Big meat may excite everyone, but my men can take the average endowments of my guests with considerable and genuine pleasure. Our redheaded Hercules was new too, but he was playing with the youngest looking of the men. Hercules was on his back and the little man sat on his crotch with his legs wrapped around Hercules' monster cock. It looked as if the small man possessed the big man's huge organ. The effect was like one of those Greek orgy vases where the satyrs sport monster organs. The small man's own equipment was completely hidden by Hercules' cock. Didimus had selected a name for the small man, but he had already been called Hercules Minor by the men. The red haired man became Hercules Major. This caused great merriment since the Major and Minor names were typical of upper class patricians and no one could have been less patrician our Hercules Major and Minor. The two men got along well and Minor made a great show of trying to get his mouth wide enough to take Major's bloated cock head. The Donkey had one dwarf skewered on his cock. It was hard to believe his long cock could fit in the Dwarf's ass and not stick out of the dwarf's mouth. The dwarf was winded, but erect. Didimus had named the dwarf Midas, and Donkey claimed to be looking for gold. This man couldn't speak a language anyone could understand. The Donkey would lift the dwarf off his cock so that only his knob was in the small man's ass. He would then lower the small man and we could watch Donkey's cock vanish. The effect was both comic and titillating. It looked like a magic trick. Midas was gasping for breath and moaning. A little later, I saw Donkey kissing the man and holding him tight. The man seemed to respond. This was very odd, since the Donkey was not prone to be emotional at all. Donkey took Midas under his care and protection. They became a couple. My Corsican Cheetah was with the oldest of the dwarf's, Pilos. Oddly, it looked as if Pilos had taken Corsi as a playmate. Pilos had a white beard and full-sized, fully erect genitals. I suspected Pilos was adaptable to any sexual situation. Didimus was with the remaining small person, the other young man. I wasn't sure that man was a dwarf. He could have been just small and young; it was hard to judge. Didimus had his arm around his shoulders and fondled his balls with the other hand. The young man got up and stood on the bench so Didimus could suck him. The man smiled as his genitals vanished in the older man's mouth. The next time I looked at them, the young man's erect cock was unexpectedly long and thin. I realized it was ideal for the novice. I went to bed early that night. It's wasn't a restful sleep since thoughts of possible ways to use the new men drifted into my mind. Didimus and the Corsican Cheetah had a similar experience. We all saw the possibilities, but were unsure how to realize the potential.