Sam continues to explore the memory of Julius the slave gladiator as he and Judah enter the arena for a terribly uneven challenge. But Judah has a plan, and with his insatiable lust for anal sex, they just might escape the arena without bloodshed... if Judah can take on the entire enemy team.
Warning: this work of short erotic fiction is intended for adults only and features explicit descriptions of very rough gay mansex, double penetration, rimming, a massive Roman gladiator orgy in front of a screaming crowd, dominance games and some questionable historical accuracy. (8,000 words)
Excerpt:
Judah's grin was wolfish. “Bring it on,” he goaded. “Come on, who's first?”
The hoplite formation was collapsing entirely, the gladiators vying for a better look at Judah's muscular body. He opened his arms and stepped forward, showing off, and the crowd hooted with delight, raining food and tokens down around the edge of the arena.
A few of the spearmen laughed, and then suddenly a gangly youth was pushed forward out of the formation, stumbling forward. “Nineteen and still a virgin,” one of them called out. “Let Gaius do the honors. We can always have a real fight afterwards.”
The youth blushed and tried to reenter the formation, but Judah beckoned him forward. “Come on then,” he challenged. “Are you Romans so bashful?”
The senator in the booth covered his face like he was getting an absolutely devastating migraine, and Julius couldn't help but feel a spike of spiteful pleasure.
“I...” Gaius stammered.
Judah pushed him over easily and the young Roman fell back onto the sand, staring up at the naked sephardim unresistingly as Judah fumbled with his hoplite's costume, stripping him bare right there in the arena. “Ready to become a man?” he teased, ripping the armor off him.
