Date: Fri, 17 Feb 2017 18:02:27 -0500
From: Bear Pup <orson.cadell@gmail.com>
Subject: That Lion

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*****

That Lion

By Bear Pup

M/M/M; slavery, oral, anal, flip-fuck

*****

I throw my head back and roar to the crowd, and they roar in return. Both
swords drip blood and I am splattered with gore... but alive and
standing. One of the men lies dead. Another will never fight again as I
have destroyed his right knee. The last is in the hands of the gods. He
might live. He might regain his strength. He might return to the arena. Or
be dead by morning. Or have a cruel master who will rent him to stud or
send him to the country or sell him to the galley-masters.

Their fate is, for the moment, not mine.

As the crew moves forward to clear the wreckage, I make my way to the
entrance from which I'd emerged a scant 25 minutes before. My master stands
there, beaming and bouncing with excitement.

"Splendid! Simply splendid!" I have made Quintus a fortune today; I can see
it in his eyes. I hand the swords off to an attendant and get his help to
unstrap the over-long leather cuirass that had literally save my balls
today. The sly little prick that had been favoured to win had a dagger that
would have ended me (or at least my favourite pastimes) had the leather not
turned it away. He did leave a nasty gash across my thigh that needs quick
attention.

"I have three surprises for you, Leonum..." I've born that name from my
first battle for two reasons, my massive and shaggy mane and the fact that
I was intended to simply die that day for the amusement of the crowd. In my
luck, the lion was able to kill his keeper whose pike I then used on the
beast. "First, I know how you... get after a match like that one,
especially since you were so ill-favoured in the betting."

The oddsmakers had decreed that the match would last at least 40 minutes,
and that only The Giant, slow and cumbersome, was less likely that I to
survive. I've just killed their favourite and maimed their second choice;
The Giant is the one who might return. And I've done that in far less than
the expected time. As for how I 'get' after a hard-fought match, and one
I'd been expected to lose? I feel the need to breed and my own 'sword' is
as hard and red as the ones I'd just relinquished.

"Tarsus, take this shaggy old lion to the room I prepared, please?"

The youth turns and leads me around a couple of turnings to an actual
door. That sounds odd, but most doorways in the labyrinthine bowels of the
arena are gated or fenced; a solid door is uncommon... and
expensive. Masters and their guests cannot watch the antics of their
slaves, especially when in rut, through a wooden door.

It makes a little more sense when I enter. Two young men just this side the
final cusp of manhood stand next to implements of cleaning. This is a
luxury to be sure. I am to be cleaned and pampered before my second, and
much more enjoyable, performance of this day. I wonder which rich "widow"
has paid Quintus so sumptuously for my service this time. And how much. Per
custom, a tithe of the fee comes to me, eventually to buy my freedom.

It takes me a moment to realise that the two youths are, in fact, identical
in body and face. It is not obvious as one is shaved smooth, even to the
eyebrows; the other sports a thick tangle on his chest and crotch, with a
wondrous trail running from one to the other. Ah, if only. I will please
the high-born woman to whom Quintus has sold my post-victory fuck, but how
much more I want to bed one -- mmm, BOTH -- of these delectable youths.

A brazier burns fragrantly to the left and the youths move me onto the
platform at the centre. A large bowl of brightly-scented and gently-warmed
oil stands ready. The youths are marvellously-skilled. They rub the oils
into each spot of grime and gore until it yields, then use the strigil
brilliantly to remove the filth without cutting into the skin. This is
incredibly difficult after a match such as mine, as they have no way to
know for certain by sight where my injuries might lie beneath.

Oh, and their hands! Those luscious, teasing, stroking HANDS! I purr like
my namesake as more and more filth is scraped away and their touch becomes
more sensual and intimate. They use the strigilis masterfully, like the bow
of a musical instrument, to both clean and entice me. They even cleanse my
low-hanging balls and the folds of my glutes and knees. I am in an
especially-nice heaven.

Suddenly, the touch is gone and I open my eyes. The youths have moved
forward with the steaming pot of water, adding a few ladles-full of tepid
water to temper the heat. Into it goes some aromatic and astringent herbs
before each boy picks up a sponge (a real sponge!) and begins to clean each
cut and scrape with great and meticulous care. At all times, they continue
to stroke and tease and sensual areas of my body near the wounds until I am
thrumming with need, a superb distraction from the pains and stings of
their medicinal work.

I moan aloud when they move off again, then resume my guttural purr when
they return with fresh oils redolent of bitter orange, sandalwood and
jasmine, scents of lovemaking that do nothing to dampen my need. Their
hands, rubbing the oils in and caressing me with strong and deep strokes on
all my muscles is... exquisite torture. They find every knot, every pain,
every tension and rub and roll them away. They take great care to ensure
that every few moments, one brushes or grazes or teases a nipple, a ball,
my cockhead, my anus, each sending an intense shiver through me. When I
gleam with sex-scented oil, the youths step back.

I have never been more ready. I hope whoever has purchased my services is
healthy, strong and libidinous, because she will not be leaving for a long,
long time. My twin Adonides pull me forward to another door and into the
chamber beyond, a warmed-wood bench for lovemaking stands in the centre,
surrounded by candles on tall holders. Two pots of oil sit flanking it. I
am desperate for my fuck, but no woman awaits. Further, there are no
windows or grates, supremely unusual. The woman is either rich enough to
compensate Quintus for the loss of viewers' fees, or is... noble.

That sends a brief thrill through me. Slaves, especially gladiators, who
come to the attention of the nobility do not... fare well. There are worse
things than death in the arena, and certain nobles, especially noble women,
have strong tastes for such things. I shudder, but my lust is at a point
that nothing can take the edge off it. I can worry about castration or
sexual torment later. Right now, I need to FUCK.

The twins move me to the bench and position me carefully, sensuously, but
do not withdraw. Curiouser and curiouser... perhaps the woman has unique
fantasies involveing men, two young and lithe and one battle-hardened? I am
happy to oblige as I again let my hungry eyes devour the tasty morsels to
either side of me. I lay back and shut my eyes, utterly horny but utterly
relaxed, a state I'm not sure I've ever known.

That peace is shattered when I feel soft lips on each nipple. I writhe in
pleasure at the sensation and grow harder still. I open my eyes to see
who's come, but the room is still empty but for the three of us. I try to
dissuade them; the rich woman's retribution will be vicious to all if I am
not ready when she arrives, robbed of what she's paid for. It is no use,
though. To move one away opens me for renewed attention from the
other. Nipples, ears, toes, pits. Every sensitive place I have is kissed
and licked and teased mercilessly until I am taken by Priapus himself, so
hard and rampant and randy that rational thought leaves me.

That is when each takes one ball into his mouth and... makes oral love to
it.  I cry out in pleasure, unable to contain the sound. Unwilling to do
so. When I think I can take no more pleasure, the twins move with infinite
slowness up the shaft of my manhood, then begin to teethe and nip at my
foreskin until it has pulled back fully. They then coordinate their attack
on my glans and meatus and fraenum. Tongues battle and retreat, probe and
feint, each trying to take control and win the prize but unable to do so.

I fight harder than I've ever done in the arena to prevent the inevitable
outcome. The twins have me whimpering, whining and making those small
noises of a virgin girl first felling the effects of love. I cannot control
my own voice, my own body. With a roar greater than any lion I've defeated,
I come explosively, clutching the bench like an anchor to the
Earth. Throughout, the twins never let up their ministrations.

I feel their hands on my wrists but don't recognise the import until my
climax fades. Still they lick and probe my insanely sensitive cock. I am a
warrior, a gladiator, but these boys are strong and have the superior
position! Four hands to my two, they keep me thrashing and screaming in
agonised bliss for minutes until my entire body screams for release and I
erupt off the bench. They sit back on their haunches looking pleased and
satisfied. I regain my breath and my erection quickly.

My mind refuses to work, but the rest of me is fine with that state of
affairs. I lunge forward and grab the nearest, the hairless one, folding
him over the bench. I thrust a paw into the oil-pot and push a finger into
the boy's ass, relishing the grunt-squeal. I lube and tease until I know
that we are both so much more than ready. I slick myself and put my head to
his nether-mouth. The boy is now begging. I give him an inch, no more, and
he howls. The sound is one of pain, surely, but one of lust and of triumph
as well. I slowly work my way into the almost-painfully tight sheath. I
begin to saw deep and long into that utterly perfect ass, him moaning and
me growling and groaning in fulfilled lust.

I have made a mistake that would kill me in the arena. I have focused so
tightly on one 'opponent' that the other could do as he willed. It is my
turn to gasp, then howl, as I feel the hairy twin's tongue twirl around
then plunge into my sphincter. I've never felt the like. I thought his
tongue was talented on my nipples, balls and cock; at my rear entrance, it
is nothing short of magical. I scream and writhe as I continue to plunder
the shaved boy's ass with long, full, slow thrusts, allow my need and seed
to build until it crashes over me like a wave on the shore.

My orgasm is nothing short of blinding. I roar and scream and thrust
brutally as it washes through me. Nothing, no woman or even man, has ever
dragged that much pleasure from my old and tired body. I flex and twist and
come... and come. When it is finally over, I literally fall to the side,
desperate for breath. The shaved one moves his head to my chest and the
furred one cuddles to my back, both cooing in a strange but musical
tongue. The soothings work and I feel the fuck-frenzy slowly replaced with
contentment... and yet more lust.

I look down the lithe and muscled body before me to his rampant cock
reaching out from his smooth crotch. His head is no longer cradled on my
chest, but is once again suckling a nipple. It is utterly taboo for a man
to act in service to a boy, but not that rare for a slave to be told to do
so; I've had to suck my share of cocks, but have not made love to one since
I myself was a teen. I run my hands more and more forcefully across his
hard nipples and finally let my lust take charge. I lean forward and lick
the leakage from the head and shaft before slowly taking it in my mouth.

It is blissful. The taste is delicate, sweet, the essence of youth. His
squeaks and moans and squeals fuel my need and I engulf him. The silky heat
across my tongue makes me growl. The deep, rich and animalistic rumble
vibrates his prick and wrenches a deep moan of appreciation from the lad.

I moan myself as he twists beneath me and takes my own engorged manhood in
his talented mouth. I nearly leap from the bench, though, as the furred
one's incomparable tongue returns to my hidden places. Instead of plunging
in, he makes love to the crack of my ass, from taint to top. The triple
pleasure of the cock in my mouth, my own cock in the mouth of another and a
tongue back there is transcendent.

With two orgasms so recently, I know that I can tease and torment the youth
below me for a long, long time before my own need erupts again. I proceed
to do just that. Relishing the sensations at my ass, I bring the lad to the
edge, feeling his desperate squeaks and squawks around my sensitive cock
before pulling back and stroking his balls just before he can burst. The
moans of frustrated need humming on my prick is even better; my turn to
moan. I briefly wonder if I have not actually died in the arena this day
and this is my reward for a life well fought.

That idea vanishes like smoke, though, when I realise it has not *just*
been a tongue back there. Fingers have been stroking and entering me for
minutes as I brought the smooth twin over and over again to the edge. I
notice not their presence, but their sudden absence. Cool air blows across
my hole and I gasp, the oil dripping from my ass and down my balls. With a
suddenness that leaves me screaming around the dick I have unwisely just
taken deep into my throat, I feel several inches of thin, rampant dick slam
into me.

He holds still for a minute, then steadily drives in further and
further. His skill is... formidable. I feel his wiry hair on my cheeks as
he begins a masterful fuck, hitting That Spot over and over and over. He is
experienced, but is cursed with the exuberance of youth. I know he will not
last long. I begin to grind my ass muscles, eliciting a high-pitched whinny
that makes me smile. I return to my torment of the cock below me.

My confidence flees, however, when I realise that his plunder of my ass and
prostate plus the talented mouth of his twin on my cock is drawing me
inexorably to my own completion. I devour the smooth boy's dick, suddenly
desperate to taste his seed. The furred one redoubles his efforts,
punishing and delighting my body. With cries of triumph, release and
pleasure the three of us trigger each other's unequalled orgasms. I have no
idea who sets the reaction in motion, but we are all crying out in ecstasy
as seed is swallowed by mouths and ass with abandon.

I am well and truly spent. I roll off the youth onto the wide bench, the
smooth youth again snuggles to my chest and the furred one to the other
side, cuddling and stroking me as I pet them both like favoured pets. I
hear the door open but can't really care.

...until my master's voice speaks my name, snapping the divine bliss like a
bubble.

"Did you enjoy yourself, Leonum?" Ice runs through my veins. There was no
way in all the hells that I can perform for whichever woman has paid so
much for my services. I sit up, frank terror on my face.

"I told you I had three surprises for you, Leonum, and it's time for your
second. I placed every uncia you owned on your match today." Rage burns
away my fear. He WHAT?

"If you had died, you'd lose nothing. Dead men have no need of coins. But
you didn't."

I curse him, "And if I'd simply been maimed? What then you filthy,
moneygrubbing little thief!?!"

"Hush, Leonum, that's no way for one freeman to talk to another."

I puzzle that for a moment, confusion clear on my face.

"I bet your money alongside mine, your victory in a short match. The odds
were..." he smiles with fulfilled greed, "rather extreme. I am a rich man
and you, Leonum, are a free one."

I gape at the man, unable to comprehend his words, then suddenly lunge
forward and fall at Quintus' feet. I cannot lie; I weep for a short
eternity.

"Leonum? Leonum, stand and look to me." I do so weakly. He looks deep into
my eyes. "You have been one of the greatest warriors I have ever owned,
perhaps ever will own, perhaps ever seen in the Empire. You never failed
me. You deserve this and more. Turn and let me present my final present of
the day."

Again puzzled, I turn. Nothing, no gift is in the chamber. The two youths
sit on the recently-vacated lovemaking bench. Candles? Oil pots? I begin to
stare at the corners and crevices of the room. There is nothing in this
room whatsoever.

Quintus chuckles. "No, Leonum. You are now a freedman... and a master. Meet
Sol-El and Sag-El. Boys, greet your new owner and master." I stand in awe
as these two perfect young men kneel and bow to the dust floor.

I decide, yes, I have died this day... and I'm completely content with
that. Nothing but an afterlife in one of the highest, greatest heavens
could feel this perfect.

<eof>

*****

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