The Foreplay
In the next event they brought out two renowned gladiators who have become so accustomed to the life of brawling that they have come here on their own accord. The one named Glorius Maximus was armed to the hair in the like of the Samnite tradition. The other named Jupiter Pulcher being woefully naked except for a loincloth allowed himself the agility to elude the slow-moving blows coming from the behemoth facing himself. Maximus engaged the fight starting with the usual formalities:
"Sir, I call no goddess to inspire my invective but you have a breath like you’ve suckled your mother’s cock as a babe. If you have any upbringing we’ll fight with our spears for I fear I will be felled by the very air that you expire before your shortsword comes within range.”
“Ho ho ho! What is this I see? There is no need for that. Did the lanista send me a fighter who slings insults as his iron? The nonsense of your chatter is so ridiculous I feel as if my sides will split before you get that chance. But be sure to thank the gods I am feeling merciful today. If you come here and suck my cock in front of this whole audience. If it is to my liking by the gods I swear I will grant you a quick death.”
The crowd loved this. They had agreed to follow this very dry script, which they came up with while they were dining together on the preceding night. The insults were formulated specifically to draw an expected response from the crowd. At the seeing of this farce Julia could not but laugh.
“Sir, it is you to whom ought to be granted that generosity. If you are lucky I might not excise the only sign of manhood in you and shove it down your throat before I drive my blade into your heart. It is really a shame that the impudence of your words would now prompt me to make a waste of such an expert and experienced fellator for the service that you give is sure not to be found in any on this earth.”
“O you most pluperfect of villains. Let’s see if your skill matches the mastery of your babble and if the lanista did not just train you in the art of fellation. Draw, cunnilinctor.”
Truly indubitably indeed, sir. I now know that the entire purpose of my life is to have the pleasure of shitting on your tomb.”
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"Maybe this will help", Julia said.
She pointed to a portrait of a man shown casually naked, his ridiculously erect penis supported by a pan on a balancing scale, with a bag of gold on the counterweight. This godlike erection reached down all the way past his knees. The bulge was fat and sharply pointed, the stem was no so far behind.
"Marvelous!"
Julia lifted up her tunic to reveal her hairless little cunt while Varro tried to get his blood going. Varro was astounded at the perfect design of this cunt in front of him. Not a hair marred the face of it.
"I love your pretty little cunt so much. Do you fuck like a virgin too, my precious, little fuck-bunny?"
"I have the body of a virgin but I fuck like a whore."
After waiting a minute Julia’s arms were getting tired:
“Here, let me try it”
She got on her knees and grabbed ahold of the limp weapon and began to masturbate him furiously. Her two small hands circumnavigated perfectly all the way around the thickness of his member. To Varro it was excitement to no end, but waiting for an erect penis is no way to start out the day. Julia told her slave, who was an expert fellator, to come help her with the task.
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The Main Event
The first charged forth with his spear; the other dodged it coolly. He charges again with the spear, but Pulcher is ready. He gracefully eludes the pointed end takes ahold firmly of the stem. Maximus jerks the spear toward himself with the power of his one hand, Pulcher comes flying in stubbornly holding on to the spear.
In close, Pulcher gives a quick thrust with his poniard but the armor is impenetrable. Maximus lets go of the spear in exchange for his gladius; he raises his sword high; Pulcher in a wonderful display of acrobat somersaults away from the deadzone before Maximus could let his blade drop. In the instant he grabs a handful of sand and throws it in the eyes of Maximus. He is busied by the offense during which time Pulcher reveals a throwing star from inside the fold of his arm-guard and aims it carefully at the exposed flesh between the seam of Maximus’s helmet and chest-plate. Maximus raises his shield, which easily deflects the flying missile.
As Varro and Julia were seated in the first row, the dust due to the bustle below brushed heavily and frequently onto the onlookers seated there. The excitement in the arena got his blood going. Varro took the opportunity to fondle Julia’s little breasts.
“Varro, you villain, what are you doing?”
“Keeping the dirt from besmirching your clothing, of course.”
Maximus and Pulcher were exhausted at this point. The two had lost all sense of awareness and were raving like madmen. The weight of the armor bore down hard on Maximus, inside he was drenched in sweat. Pulcher had been dancing in and out and around his opponent already hundreds of times like a frenzied tick within the last ten minutes. Neither was able to best the other. When it seemed like Maximus had trapped Pulcher into a corner, the latter using the wall to kickstart himself jumped up twice his height into the air and did a double flip landing exactly behind Maximus. Pulcher was able thus to escape every situation with such a maneuver. His attacks, though guided with a masterful accuracy and tireless frequency, were unable to cause so much as a dent into the thick plates of his opponent. It was like trying to erode stone with water. It was inevitable that coming down to a mere battle of endurance Pulcher with his extreme energetics would have had to hand over the victory to his opponent.
“I WILL KEEEEEEL YOUUUUU”
“DIE, COCKSUCKER!!!!!”
(they had carefully rehearsed this to the last degree on the night before).
