THE PRICE OF FREEDOM – 3
By: JOHN
The six gladiators were lead through the dark passages beneath the
Coliseum arena field for their second day of combat. The heavy
lengths of chain connecting them together kept them in a rough line
as they traversed the stone halls and stairs to the waiting
battlefield. Though it was still relatively early in the morning,
their naked bodies were already covered in sweat from the still heat
of the chambers to which they had been confined for the last 48
hours. The murky sky was overcast with a promise of heat-driven rain
and offered them some welcome protection from the blistering effects
of the hot summer sun. The smell of the pending rain filled the
thick air as the accompanying humidity kept the moisture flowing over
their muscled skin from evaporating.
The last two days had been fraught with tension as the six combatants
were forced to share a series of interconnected cells and rooms
within the dank bowels of the subterranean Coliseum catacombs. For
some of them the wait had been easier than for others. The time had
passed slowly but it had not been without its surprises for a couple
of them. They had spent the first several hours following the first
battle in silent anger as the emotions and hatreds of the initial
fighting drifted to the realm of memory. It seemed apparent that the
bodies of Marco and the Nubian had been paraded past their chambers
for them to see one last time on purpose. The beautiful Marco seemed
serene and content in his glorious sleep of the afterlife. The
knurled tears of the massive abdominal and groin wounds ground gouged
into the body of the Nubian served as a stark reminder of the true
brutality of the event to which their lives were now tied.
Guards were placed around their chambers to prevent any attempts at
escape. Though their own individual personal pride was a sufficient
binder to their presence. Within the compartments, they were free to
roam and interact. The heat of the first morning of battle took some
time to settle down within their hearts, bodies and minds keeping
them relatively quiet and separate almost until the first evening.
Grom and Borc moved to opposite ends of the quarters until their
personal hatred and anger toward each other had time to shift into an
uncaring disconcert between two opposing warriors. Parth and Saul had
not challenged each other directly on the field of battle and sat in
the central room for some time. A look of mutual appreciation for
each other's naked beauty seemed to rise within them and kept moving
their ample cocks between various levels of arousal.
Kal secured clean water and fresh cloths to use in tending the knife
wound in Dar's meaty lat. The huge muscle had been cut deeply, but
cleanly and, once the small opening had closed, became little more
than a biting annoyance within the vastness of Dar's massively
proportioned back muscle. Kal massaged the heavy, heaving tissue to
force the soreness away to keep the rebuilding power of a hefty blood
flow going. After a few hours, Dar drifted into a comfortable and
needed sleep.
Soon after Dar fell asleep, one of the guards came and whispered to
Kal. They slipped off into the dark corridors beneath the Coliseum
where two Roman Senators joined Kal. It was at this brief encounter
that Kal was made aware of Caesar's intentions for him. Kal's mind
became filled with hot anger as his hugely muscled body turned into a
shredded image of petrified perfection. The power showing within the
massive muscle carved onto Kal's stupendous body filled the watching
guard with enough fear to ready his deadly arrow. Silently, as his
cock hardened beneath his tunic, the guard prayed to the Gods that he
would not be forced to fire his weapon against the phenomenal
muscular beauty of the angered gladiator. Fortunately for the guard,
Kal finally and simply demanded to be taken back to the chambers and
to his sleeping lover.
Relative calm had reigned in the subterranean chambers as the six
battle weary men fought between sweaty thinking and restless sleep.
By the morning of their free day, all the men wear anxious to tune
their bodies for the second round of battle. They were permitted out
into a sunlit practice area behind the Coliseum where they could
exercise and stretch their glorious bodies. Grom pushed the massive
proportions of this arms and powerful upper body through a grueling
workout using any and all heavy objects around that he could hoist,
curl, row or press. In spite of his clearly stated convictions
against man-to man sex, Grom loved the look and feel of own sculpted
body when its muscle was honed and hardened. Grom focused almost
every third exercise on the rock-solid formations of his signature
arm muscles. After several muscle-pumping exercises, his thick cock
hung heavily toward an erection.
Parth seemed to enjoy watching Grom's exhausting exercising and tried
to position himself as he battled his body near to the spectacle of
Grom's flexing gyrations through his own program of kicking, punching
and chopping movements. Fully laden sacs of grains and sands
resounded with the endless thuds of Parth's parrying. His movements
were swift and catlike as his ultra-ripped muscles drew their
enhanced strength and fullness against the suffering bags. It wasn't
long before several of the sacs leaked their beaten contents onto the
ground as the material surrendered itself into torn rags from the
pummeling to which they were being subjected by Parth's frightfully
beautiful figure. The elimination of Marcus had left Parth as the
prevailing image of muscularly balanced perfection. Every line and
every tendon of captivating meat showed beneath the startling
thinness of his bronzed skin. His ample cock enjoyed the workout as
much as his muscles and was, soon, as hard and pointed as the rest of
his gleaming body.
Saul was never in the same place for more than a few seconds as he
jumped, tumbled, rolled and flew across and around the limited
confines of the workout area. His tight, trim body wore a look of
anatomical perfection as he demonstrated his unbelievable flexibility
and agility in the sight of the other gladiators. Whether by sitting
on the ground with his feet and legs locked out straight in front and
using his clasp around his ankles to pull his torso flat over onto
his flexed legs or by sliding erotically into a full-out split with
his dangling balls licking the ground, Saul never once showed any
sign of stress or pain. His body became one flowing image of tightly
packaged lean muscle that appeared to be almost incapable of being
broken. Seeing the five much larger and heavily built men of muscle
each forcing their huge bodies ever larger with massive amounts of
weight and resistance fed Saul's lust until his forearm-long cock
stood painfully hard out from his minuscule, twisting groin.
Borc kept his distance from all the others as much as possible. His
distaste for the four men who seemed so accepting of each other as
potential sexual conquests stirred his ever-present angers. His
hatred for Grom, the vial barbarian from the north, forced Borc to
stay furthest away from his flexing body lest he would choose to
crush the blond gladiator to death on the spot. Borc set about to use
the seemingly endless power of his thick, columnar muscle to destroy
an object that tried to defy his legendary strength. Posts, handles,
and even small rocks were reduced to wasted rubble by Borc's
concentrated power on them. Each time he began to feel overwhelmed by
the object across his flexing back or smothered into his grasp
between his constricting chest and arms, Borc imagined the object to
be Grom until his rising anger defeated it. As the day wore on, Borc
watched Grom's arms muscled their way to gargantuan proportions and
dreamed of the moment in the arena when he would smash their rocky
brilliance into useless broken pulp.
Kal and Dar were inseparable all day. A small welt where an
accommodating guard had seared Dar's back wound closed would serve as
a reminder of Saul's skill with a knife. A dull throbbing pain still
ached within the thick dense lat muscle but, as the two muscle-giants
worked through a series of shared isometric exercises, the pain of
injury became replace with that of healing. They started slow and
easy at first to be sure that the knife wound would remain closed and
sealed. As their confidence grew, the power of their exercises did
too. By late in the day their massive bodies were pumped and primed
to perfection. The dense meat covering every inch of their stupendous
bodies appeared as hard as the living marble it looked like. Their
blindingly heavy and hard movements shifted from staunchly physical
to unnervingly erotic as every great muscle was forced to its maximum
size and shape. It wasn't long before both Kal and Dar sported
erections as magnificent as the rest of their bodies. The extra
length and thickness that defined Kal's prodigious cock was more than
made up by the scale and weighty fullness of Dar's tantalizing
testicles.
By nightfall, all the men were covered in muscle-filling sweat as
they were taken back into the body-enhancing torch light of their
chambers. They were all excited and ready for the next battle.
Several of them were excited in more ways than one and it was
impossible to ignore the sexual power that was raised rigidly on Kal,
Dar, Parth and Saul. Even Grom's burdened cock was still measurably
positioned toward full arousal. As they awaited the delivery of their
evening meal, hints of terse conversation punctuated the main chamber
where they all waited. Saul continued to stretch and extend his
carved body into positions that were simultaneously athletic and
provocative. Kal and Dar oiled their stupendously muscled bodies to a
gleaming polish from goods provided by the guards as Kal massaged
Dar's back to keep it loose and stimulated. Grom flexed and rubbed
the massive peaks of his hardened biceps and triceps. Parth tensed
and relaxed the anatomical perfection of his aesthetic musculature in
a series of erotic isometric constrictions. Borc found a far corner
where he smirked at the various activities.
While filling his hands with more oil to apply to the chest of his
gleaming lover, Kal caught a glimpse of Grom flexing his monstrously
huge arms with their rope-like veins, writhing forearms, and multiple
mountain high biceps peaks. Kal callously challenged Grom about
whether his arms were as powerful as they looked or whether they were
just images that the blond northerner had created for his own
personal enjoyment. Grom flexed both magnificent arms back at Kal's
face as he assured the Roman champion that they were as strong as
they looked, if not stronger, and could defeat any challenge that any
Roman had to offer. Borc laughed loudly at Grom's response referring
to the flexed wonders as nothing more than inflated children's toys
that he intended to destroy on the field of battle.
Suddenly, a hand appeared on top of one of Grom's flexed biceps. Saul
cooed as he fondled and squeezed the rock-like appendage announcing
it to be as hard as the granite it resembled. Grom angrily yanked his
arm from Saul's grasp spitting a series of obvious obscenities in his
native tongue. All the others laughed as Grom crouched in the middle
of the chamber with his muscled torso tensed and ready for attack. As
he turned slowly, the others tossed barbs at him causing him to
intensify the cut brilliance of his tension fortified muscles.
Finally Kal offered a challenge to the lumbering northerner. He would
arm wrestle Grom and if he, Kal, lost, Grom could have his evening
rations. Grom spite out that it was no challenge to him because his
arms were sure to defeat the over-inflated ones hanging from the
Roman. Kal offered the challenge again with the reinforcement of all
the others who were excited by the prospect of seeing the monster-
arms of these two men pitted against one another.
Grom grew increasingly angry over the cries and barbs of the others.
Veins rose up from his temples and crisscrossed the shredded
muscularity of his petrified bicep and delt meat. Kal began to turn
away from the reddened blonds face with words of cowardice and
weakness. Pushed to his limit, Grom blurted out his acceptance of
the "meaningless challenge". Turning back as the others quickly
cleared the surface of a small wooden table, Kal accepted and warned
Grom that, should Grom loose, then he must give something back in
return. Grom growled that he could not loose to the weaker arms of a
Roman "pig". His face turned from anger to disgust when Kal suggested
that Grom would have to let one of them fuck him up the ass if he
lost. Grom's refusal was instantaneous and bitter. Kal's retort about
how this could possibly not be accepted if Grom truly believed that
he would not loose. Grom scowled and curse for several seconds as the
others added their own reinforcement to Kal's request.
Kal flexed one of his monstrously huge biceps directly in Grom's face
as he continued his demand for Grom to accept the challenge. Grom's
spit soon rolled down the front curve of Kal's balled mass of granite-
like, veined bicep meat dripping harmlessly to the dirt floor from
the cabled rise of an enormously formed vein feeding the quaking
muscle. Kal flexed harder turning the granite appendage even harder.
Spitting once more as he finally accepted the wager, Grom swore that
none of them would ever live to let their disgusting cocks taste his
of his anal interior. The bet cast, all but Borg gathered around the
small table surface.
Grom and Kal hoisted the bulbous muscles of their respective arms
onto the tabletop. The noise from their hardened meat slamming
against the wood echoed through the room. Their two hands fumbled and
explored their way together; each trying to secure the best grip over
the other. The muscles of their leg-thick forearms writhed like a
slithering of uncounted snakes sliding just beneath their glowing
skin as the two challengers worked fingers together and jostled to a
final, accepted clutch. The waiting power of their biceps was an
unbelievable sight as both men's arms stiffened to readiness. The
three naked onlookers shared the commonality of throbbing erections
as the thoughts of these two colossal arms engaged in battle surged
from their racing minds to their aroused loins.
Parth had agreed to serve as judge and starter. At his signal, he
counted down the direction to begin from ten to one. As he hit "one"
both arms surged with sudden and breathtaking brilliance as their
opposing biceps became images of forced metal spheres – perfect and
impenetrable. Thought slightly smaller in size than Kal's monstrous
bicep, Grom's sterling bicep was as stunningly dense and even more
deeply etched in action than Kal's. Both enormous biceps peaked
almost wrist-high as the two men forced themselves into a vein-
popping struggle. The mountainous spheres of meat became ridged and
fissured with coiled muscle as the various splits burst from the tops
of the great balls of muscle forming secondary peaks forcing the
flexed muscles ever higher and harder.
Growls erupted from the mouths of both struggling men as the battling
biceps refused to give any visible advantage to one fighting arm over
the other. The struggle continued for several minutes as sweat poured
from their cringing and knurled faces. The huge muscles began to
quake and the forearms froze to calf-sized proportions as the war
between them continued. The three onlookers were engaged in their own
battle as they fought with themselves to keep from pummeling their
hard cocks to muscle-lusting orgasm. Saul was the first to notice
that Grom's cock was as hard as their own. The northerner's enflamed
organ was as vein reinforced as his massive biceps and forearms.
Saul's starring was drawn from the quaking arms to Grom's cock by the
sheer thickness of the beating shaft. It seemed to be as big around
as the wrist of an average man and looked as hard as an iron pole.
After several more mind-numbing minutes, as if he had been pacing his
timing, Grom closed his eyes and forced all the power of his mind
into his flexed bicep. The marbleized meat became even more deeply
pronounced. Soon, Kal's forearm had been forced to a noticeable angle
toward the table surface. The larger swell of Kal's immense arm meat
rose sharply higher as the twisting of his forearm and wrist leverage
the battling bicep muscle. Encouraged by his efforts, Grom put even
more power into the unbridled strength of his bicep and, with a loud
roar, drove Kal's hand all the way down to resigned failure on the
top of the table.
Grom screamed a second shout of victory as the first surge of his cum
erupted against Kal's groin. Standing, Grom flexed both enormous
upper arms as his cock continued to spew the cum of victory in great
arcs of hot whiteness. Crunching his massive, striated ass cheeks
together, Grom forced the last of his cum from his cock as he
pronounced his interior as safe from the vial invasion of Roman
perversions. Pumped and primed as his body now was, Grom was a vision
of muscled accomplishment. His small, tight waist and bulbous thighs
made his glutes look all the more perfect and desirable. Grom's
flexed biceps glowed with the power of his victory.
Parth, Saul, and Dar watched as Grom continued to show off the crisp
fullness of his naked muscularity at them for several minutes.
Ultimately, Dar went off with Kal to help sooth him in his defeat.
Parch and Saul, noting the rigidity of each other's hungry cocks
nodded their silent agreement to assist each other in securing the
release of their own hot man-juices. Soon, the two sculpturally
muscled bodies were awash in mutual conjugation. The shadowy light
lent an air of artistic beauty to their intertwined forms as they
took turns brining each other to heated orgasm. Parth seemed
particularly adept a absorbing the massive length of Saul's powerful
cock within the chiseled mountains of his striated ass cheeks. Saul
filled Path with his voluminous sum until the sheer volume of endless
liquid seeped out with each driving thrust as Parth's tight ass
muscles squeezed the last drops from the embedded shaft. Then Saul
returned the favor by riding atop Parth's heaving abdomen as his
gymnastically proficient ass massaged the larger man's cock to orgasm.
Dar massaged Kal's pumped bicep as he soothed his lover's ego with
comforting words. Ultimately, Kal put his fingers to Dar's lips as he
explained that he had, by choice let Grom win. At first a surprised
Dar could not understand why his monumentally muscled partner would
do such a thing until Kal quietly advised Dar that he wanted to know
just how much strength and power was contained within Grom's
fantastic arm muscles so that he could better calculate the effort it
would take to defeat him in the arena. They laughed together over
Kal's brilliant strategy as they shared Dar's meal. Then the talk
turned to vows of love and pledges of protection for and with each
other in the arena battles as they continued to enjoy the each
other's massively muscled figures. Their hard cocks rubbed together
as they let their interconnected torsos feel the shared power of each
other's stupendous pec, bicep and abs muscles. Their cocks became
painfully heated as they moved within the trapping muscles of their
upper bodies.
Over the years, Kal and Dar had come to know exactly how to best
stimulate and service one another. Rolling playfully to a darker
corner of the main chamber, they consummated their relationship one
more time. Dar took his greatest pleasure in having his rigid cock
friction-fucked in the huge crevasse of cleavage between Kal's
monstrous pecs. The head of Dar's cock pounded into Kal's lower chin
as his cock was shoved in between the clasping walls of pec meat. The
pain of the injury from the first day of battle was long forgotten as
the rhythm of Dar's ass pushing his cock through Kal's writhing pecs
until, finally, he locked all his great muscle into the staggering
definition that accompanied his moment of eruption. Kal's jaw, neck
and upper pecs became drenched in Kal's cum. Then Kal knowing and
expertly licked Kal's heaving muscles clean as he devoured his own
cum.
Hot, pumped and ready, Dar wrapped one of his own enormously hard,
sculpted biceps and forearms around Kal's begging cock. The great
shaft was soon enveloped within the crook of Dar's flexing arm. Kal
began to rock his body back and forth pushing and dragging the
bulbous, sensitive head of his cock between the huge marbled forearm
and the magnificent mound of massaging bicep meat until he, too,
became a frozen image of muscled perfection as his overwhelmed cock
launched its seminal meal against the nearby stone wall. The thick
cum ran generously down the dark wall only to be caught up by Dar's
cupped free hand. Once collected, Dar offered the spent cum back to
his exhausted lover so that Kal could enjoy the taste of his own
protein-rich man-juice.
Borc, by this time had slinked off to an adjacent cell in disgust. He
fought hard to gain sleep over the groans and sounds of the four
Roman's sharing their sinful passions with one another. Finally, he
was able to drift into a restless sleep; waking often and using the
time to plan his strategy for the coming battle.
Grom was the first in the line of mighty warriors to enter the field
on this morning of the second day of their freedom battle to the
mixed hissing and cheers of the capacity audience. The blood-pumping
anxiety of the pending fight and the activities of the preceding
evening had his impressive muscularity on full display. The sight of
Grom's cock standing proudly erect even as he entered the arena and
the vision of his flexing biceps was enough to shift most of the
jeers to cheers of anxious delight. Parth entered next in all his
exposed masculine beauty to the swooning admiration of the women and
many of the viewing men. Saul literally sprung into the arena in a
series of splendid and awesome tumbles and spins. His small tight
body was anatomically cut with every sharply defined muscle admirably
present. Borc lumbered in. His thick heavy torso covered with fur and
veins.
Kal and Dar came in last, together. The sight of these two
magnificent bodies brought shouts of cheers and cries of disbelief
from many in the audience. Their amazingly muscled figures glowed
with excited power and stood rigidly carved with a look of
impenetrability. Seeking to steal the thunder from Grom's flexing
figure, the two popular Roman's provided their own flexing display of
their massive muscles as they strode defiantly to the very center of
the arena. As they flexed and posed, their pendulous cocks swelled
and rose until they, like every other offered muscle, stood sharp and
hard.
Today, as Caesar's attempt to appease the crowd from the
disappointment of the first day of battle, there would be no weapons
permitted. Only the might and skill of the six men could be used. As
with the first day, the fight would continue until two of the great
gladiators lay dead on the floor of the arena. Wagering was reported
to be high. Borc and Kal were the obvious favorites to live. Parth
and Dar were considered to be the most likely to be dispensed with
today. Caesar entered with his wives and son to the music of the
announcing trumpets and wasted no time in singling them to sound for
the battle to begin.
Kal and Dar immediately assumed the strategically planned position
with their huge backs and writhing glutes pressed against one anther.
This way, no one could get to either of them without their knowledge.
Their massive chests and magnificent arms became chiseled spectacles
of god-like muscle as they locked their immense bodies to readiness.
Saul and Parth moved to the far opposite sides of the arena as if
using the bodies of the Dar and Kal to screen each other from view.
Suddenly, both men rushed at the center together. In their hours of
sexual encounter, they too had hatched a plan of their own. Aiming a
Dar, Saul dove to the ground as he approached while Parth launch
himself into the air at Dar's upper body. The plan worked as Dar
crashed to the ground. His huge muscles shook with disbelief as the
two smaller men rolled onto him with blinding speed. Each took hold
of one gigantic arm as they locked their feet into the side of Dar's
neck and the marbleized swell of Dar's upper lats.
Kal turned immediately to assist his embattled lover but never had
the chance. Seeing what Saul and Parth were up to, Grom focused his
immediate attention on Kal. Grom's densely muscled form slammed into
the turning image of the larger man sending the two immense bodies of
muscle careening over the splayed forms of Dar, Saul and Parth. The
momentum of Grom's impact carried their two twisting bodies well
beyond the struggling pile of the three other men. As they spilled
onto the ground, Grom reached beneath Kal's meaty arms and wrapped
his hands behind Kal's thickly muscle neck. They came to rest with
Grom in full control of Kal in a full nelson hold.
"So, you thought that you and your muscle-lover would combine your
forces to overpower me!" Grom hissed into Kal's ear as he tightened
his capturing biceps and triceps around Kal. "Perhaps you should have
been more cautious. Our chambers carry conversations very well and
you tend to speak more loudly than you think. If you thought that I
had beaten you with all the power in my biceps, then you are about to
discover how much you have underestimated my strength! Feel the rocks
of my biceps digging into your chest and armpits! Feel them well
because it is the last sensation that you will ever know!"
Indeed, the straining outer flanks of Kal's pecs and the upper lats
ached under the unyielding pressure of Grom's quaking biceps and
triceps muscle. The massive rock-like balls and coils of Grom's upper
arms grew more and more solid as his clasping wrists and hands forced
Kal's straining neck forward onto the top of the prodigious swell of
the top of his stretched pecs. Simultaneously, Grom pushed his
stiffly flexed lower abdomen up against the great mass of Kal's
striated ass muscles. Kal could feel the bulb of Grom's hardened cock
digging its way between his flexed ass cheeks as Grom hoisted both of
them to their feet and applied increasing pressure to Kal's lower
back.
Spinning then around toward the center of the arena, Grom assured Kal
that he was going to let him suffer but to live long enough to watch
as his trapped lover died at the hands of the two other Roman
gladiators. Kal tried to wriggle free from Grom's grasp but the
metallic hardness of Grom's massively cut upper arms held tight and
secure. Dar was, indeed, in a dire position. Parth and Saul had him
spread-eagled on the ground. His vacuumed abdomen exaggerated the
size of his up-pointing cock mast as he twisted his hips on the
ground trying to roll free from their opposing pulls. The two smaller
gladiators were in full control and threatened to rip Dar's
majestically muscled arms and delts right out from their thick
shoulder joints. Dar's body glowed with immense muscular beauty as he
fought valiantly but helplessly against two other combatants.
Desperate to help his lover and remembering Saul's gymnastic entrance
into the arena, Kal acted on an idea quickly and violently. Instantly
he snapped his struggling upper torso forward as hard and fast as he
could constricting his chiseled abs together. As he did this he let
the mass of his body carry his bulk forward and toward the ground
lifting Grom's unsuspecting body up wit it. Kal crunched down with
his own massive arms and pecs as he rolled ripping Grom's fingers
from their hold behind his neck. Grom's sharply muscled body flew
over Kal's tumbling head and sailed out onto the ground, flat on his
back, several feet in front of Kal.
Kal rolled through an imperfect but effective summersault but before
he could even make his next move, Borc was on top of Grom's confused
body. Borc grabbed the dazed body from underneath and hoisted it up
over his head as if Grom had weighed next to nothing. Grom's highly
arched chest and hardened cock pointed skyward momentarily until Borc
unceremoniously let the heavily muscled form drop earthward only to
intercept the center of Grom's lower back on his waiting knee. Grom
screamed in pain as Borc's leg dug deep into his spine before his
falling body went spinning facedown onto the hard ground.
As Borc took over the battle with Grom, Kal turned his attention to
his need to save his over-stressed lover. Since Parth was the larger
and more dangerous of the two assailants, Kal aimed his massive frame
at his anatomically chiseled torso. With one mind-driven kick,
Parth's figure was sent a full body-length from Dar. Dar yelled with
pain as Parth's hold was ripped from his arm, neck and lats. It took
a moment before either Dar or Saul knew what had happened. In that
time, Kal had a chance to move toward Saul. As the hardened muscle-
form of Kal rushed toward Saul, he knew he had no chance against
Kal's superior muscle and quickly let go of his hold and rolled, head
over heels in a move only one as gymnastically accomplished as Saul
could have used.
Saul sprung to his feet some distance beyond Parth and steeled
himself for the next encounter. Slowly Saul slid back away from Kal's
muscle-etched form as Kal moved in toward Dar. Secure with the
distancing, Kal paused to help his lover to his feet. Dar was visibly
shaken and, obviously in pain but his body appeared to be OK and, if
anything, more sharply cut with beautiful and inviting muscle than
Kal could ever remember. The two huge musclemen embraced briefly to
the mixed cheers and jeers from the gathered audience. Dar nodded and
whispered to Kal with a soft kiss that he would be fine and, letting
go, Kal turned his anger toward Parth and Saul once again.
Grom lay writhing on the ground barely conscious. Borc knew he had
the northerner broken and defeated. Grom's hands reached up to try to
quell the spinning and ringing in his head. His great biceps balled
into a spectacular display of precision-formed muscle as he rubbed
his head with his hands. The exposed flanks of his unfurled lats
became Borc's next obvious target. Kneeling as he rushed forward,
Borc forced one knee into the belly of Grom's exposed and offered
right lat. The pain of the impact rolled Grom into an immediate fetal
position. The muscle covering his body quivered with the agony as it
spasmed almost erotically.
Borc could tell that the blond mass of muscle cringing on the arena
floor was too hurt to go anywhere fast. He could also see that Kal's
lover was unguarded and unprotected and, in spite of the massive
amount of muscle covering the Roman's sculptural body, was unprepared
for a surprise attack. Glancing down once more at Grom, Borc sent a
final kick into the cringing figure's lower back for good measure and
then rushed against Dar's unsuspecting form from behind.
In an instant Dar had gone from resting to endangered. Borc had him
securely by the waist and kicking with his feet raised from the
ground. Borc locked his bear hug around Dar's stunningly tight waist
with knowing precision as he brought one perfectly aimed knee up into
Dar's exposed testicles. The pain was beyond anguishing and brought
on and instant explosion of reactive cum just as Borc drew his
clenching fists deeply into the core of Dar's stretched lower
abdomen. The sound of Dar's snapping lower vertebrates more than the
groan of his last breath caught Kal's attention. By now Kal's anger
had put quite a distance between his lover and him in his chase after
Parth and Saul.
Kal turned just in time to witness the body of his lover turn from
spectacularly muscled to limp death. Borc squeezed the broken torso
one last time before tossing it down into a combination of it's own
cum and the dirt of the arena floor.
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