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('Ludi Spes Vespasianum - Games at Baiae - Part II')

Naked, well-hung and well-muscled boxers were a popular feature of a day at the Games and the first fights of the day, in the Amphitheatre at Baiae, were the boxing matches.

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Ancient Greek Naked Boxers
Cretan Naked Boy Boxers
The Romans had taken over the sport of Boxing from the Greeks, and like the Greeks, the Roman boxers fought completely naked.
Because of the Romans' problems with nudity, and the fact that most of the boxers were very well-muscled and very 'well-hung', they were considered, by most Romans, to be the 'lowest of the low' in the 'pecking order' of the arena. This was very much because the Romans had inherited from the Greeks the peculiarly Greek view of male physical beauty, in which large muscles and large genitals were considered to be a sign of primitive barbarity and licentiousness.

Perseus poses naked
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The two boxers in question, for his fight, were Perseus and Nerva.
Perseus was slightly older than Nerva, and was a huge specimen: very tall, and with massively bulging muscles.
He had very blond hair, blue eyes and rugged features.
His whole, massive body was completely shaved and oiled, except for his curly, blond pubic 'bush', and his arm-pits.
The younger boxer, Nerva, was decidedly more handsome that his taller opponent, and had black, curly hair. Like Perseus, Nerva had been completely shaved and oiled, except for under his arms, and his neatly trimmed, oiled, combed and 'fluffed' dark pubic 'bush'.

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As in most boxing contests the fighters were supervised by a referee, who was an older slave who was a trainer, and who had probably been a boxer at one time, but had been successfully retired from fighting – a rare achievement in Grachus' arena.
The referee wore a Greek style, ankle-length robe, which covered one shoulder, and carried a cane, which he used to beat any boxer who infringed the rules.
Unlike the Pankration, and the gladiatorial contests, where there were effectively no rules, in boxing the rules, which had been inherited from the Greeks, were quite complicated.
The boxers were not allowed to use any other part of the body to fight with except their fists, forearms and elbows.
Blows could only be aimed at the upper part of the body, and blows were not permitted below he waist.
A boxer who was unable to stand could not be hit, so there was no fighting on the ground.
These rules meant that for many in the crowd the boxing was not a very interesting sport.
There was some bloodshed, of course, as the boxers did not wear gloves but rather, cestae, which were leather straps, which in some cases had lead studs embedded in them, and could inflict horrific injuries.
In Grachus' arena he employed the simple leather cestae, plus cestae with lead studs, and occasionally cestae with steel spikes.
When the spikes were used, the fights were usually short, with the defeated boxer losing his eyes, getting his arms and chest ripped, and in many cases being defeated by having his belly sliced open, and ending up screaming and squirming on the sand, disemboweled, with his steaming guts hanging out of his hideously ripped belly.


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Coming into the arena everyone's attention was immediately drawn to the body hanging from the arena wall.
It was the corpse of a huge, blond boy, totally naked.
The boy's blood-stained body was completely shaved, apart from his shock of golden hair and, lower, his thick 'bush' of curly pubic hair.
The body, now pale with lack of blood, gleamed with sweat, and the ridged bulging belly, and muscular thighs, were spattered and stained with dried semen.
Between the boy's legs was a thick, wooden baton that had obviously been rammed up into the lad's anus, and deep into his guts.
Where one would have expected to see the young lad's genitals there was just a bloody stump - all that was left of his 'privates'.
The boy's head hung down, and between the parted, swollen lips poked the shiny, purple bulge of his 'cock-head', from which hung a thin string a semen.
The boy's cheeks bulged, and it was obvious that his well-filled scrotum, as well as his penis, and  had been rammed into his mouth.

And if you want to know how the boy called Perseus ended up with his balls and his cock cut off, a baton rammed up his arse, and his body spattered with spunk - then read on -


The two big boxers entered the arena to the cheers of the crowd.
In the fight between Perseus and Nerva, however, the ordinary leather cestae were to be used, as Grachus wanted the winning boxer to survive without being too badly marked.
While the more sophisticated individuals in the audience feigned disinterest in the heavily muscled, and obscenely 'well-hung' naked fighters, the plebeians, (lower orders), looked forward to seeing these big 'horny studs' slugging it out in the arena
Perseus and Nerva 'square-up'
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Perseus and Nerva started to 'square-up' to each other while the bearded ref reminded them briefly of the rules.
The two boxers then started fighting while young Lysus, the defeated and castrated boxer, who had his face punched to pulp in the previous bout, still struggled fitfully, as he hung from the arena-wall, dying painfully and slowly.
Pugnax, the victor of the previous fight, looked on, (their story will be featured later).
As the naked boxers sparred, their big pricks and heavy balls jerked and swung about obscenely, and the stimulation and excitement of fighting 'bollock-naked' soon got both fighters 'aroused' so that after a few minutes their huge stiff cocks were waving about.

Perseu lands a  punch to Nerva's head
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After 'trading' a few light punches, Perseus eventually landed a really hard punch to Nerva's head.

Repeated blows to Nerva's head
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“Shit !”, Nerva grunted loudly, as his head jerked back.
Then the handsome, dark-haired lad slowly crumpled to his knees - not 'knocked-out', but very dazed.
Like Pugnax before him, Perseus then deliberately broke the rules by grabbing Nerva's arm, in order to hold him.
“Shit ! Le'go !” , Nerva screamed, as Perseus then slammed his completely helpless opponent with repeated blows to his head.
The referee immediately gave Perseus a stern warning, and it was obvious, from the expression on the ref's face, that he was sick and tired of  young boxers breaking the rules, and turning his boxing matches into Pankration wrestling sessions.
At first it seemed that Perseus was following the referee's instructions, as he released Nerva's arm, and stopped punching him.

Nerva is punched in the balls
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The big blond boxer, however, had no intention of following the rules, and he then pushed Perseus on to his back, spun him round on the sand, and then pulled him up by one ankle.
Perseus, of course, was incredibly strong, and he had no trouble in pulling Nerva right up, so that only the boy's shoulders are on the sand.
Nerva was then hanging upside down, with his legs spread wide, and guessed almost immediately what Perseus was going to do next.
“Shit no ! Don't fuckin' do it !”, Nerva screamed, but Perseus ignored his helpless opponent, and landed a devastating blow to Nerva's hairy groin, horribly squashing the young lad's smooth bulky balls.
“Cunt !“, Nerva squealed, as he writhed up obscenely. “My fuckin' bollocks - they're fucked !”, Nerva groaned as Perseus landed a second blow to the squirming boy's balls.
As the second crushing blow landed, young Nerva partly lost control of his bladder, and a thin stream of piss jetted from his rapidly shrinking penis and splashed down onto his muscular, ridged belly, and then flowed down to the huge slab of flesh that formed one his pectoral muscles.
Immediately the referee landed his cane on Perseus' shoulder, and called in an armed arena-slave to stop the fight.

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Perseus, realized that the ref intended to  impose the rules strictly, and so he released Nerva, who dropped back on to the sand, his stiff prick having shrunk immediately to a tiny, wrinkled sausage, as he clutched at his crushed balls with his gloved hands, squirming in naked and rather wet agony, while the crowd cheered ecstatically.
While Nerva managed to get to his knees, and squat on the sand, groaning and nursing his aching balls with his gloved hands, the referee gave Perseus a good 'dressing down', telling him that he was now going to give Nerva a 'free hand', and that if Perseus tried to resist he would be immediately 'finished-off' by being speared by an arena-slave.
With a spear pointed menacingly at his groin, Perseus realised that it was useless to argue, an meekly allowed himself to be pushed down onto his knees on the sand.
At this point the crowd were getting really excited, as they now would have the opportunity to see one boxer having a 'free hand' to 'beat-up' his opponent, who would not be allowed to retaliate.
By the time Perseus had been forced down onto his knees, Nerva had managed to get to his feet, and out of earshot of Perseus, the referee told Nerva to give Perseus a brief beating, after which, if he could still get 'hard', he would be allowed to bugger his disgraced opponent, if he wanted to, and as a warning to the other boxer he would allow Perseus to be castrated and killed.
Nerva was more than satisfied.

Perseus is beaten
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Perseus is beaten
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Although he preferred fucking young boys, he was quite happy to make a spectacle of himself if he meant that he could 'get his own back' by publicly humiliate his big, blond opponent.
Nerva, who by then was getting really 'horny' as he anticipated ramming his prick up Perseus' tight 'hole', then grabbed poor Perseus by the hair, and proceeded to beat his defenseless opponent round the head, while the referee slapped Perseus' stiff prick and balls with his cane, telling the naked boxer to get rid of his 'hard-on'.
Perseus, however, obviously had a masochistic streak, because, despite getting his head and his shaved balls beaten, he appeared to get even more 'horny' - with his huge, stiff cock swelling and straining upward !

Eventually the referee told young Nerva to stop, and called over an arena-slave to strip Perseus of his  cestae and arm-guards.
Seeing Perseus stripped of even the little that he was wearing, so that he was truly stark naked, told the crowd that this particular boxer was 'finished', (any fighter who was stripped completely naked would eventually be killed in the arena) and the crowd watched even more intently as Perseus was ordered by the ref to 'jerk-off' in order to get relieved of his 'hard-on'.
As Perseus had been excruciatingly 'hard' for the whole of the fight, he was secretly relieved to be able to have an opportunity to 'spunk-up' and get rid of his erection, but of course to maintain his dignity and masculinity he loudly protested to the ref.
"Fuck no ref !", Perseus shouted indignantly, "I'm not beatin' my fuckin' meat for these cunts !".

The presence of an arena-slave armed with a spear, however, meant that his feigned objections  were ignored, and so the big blond boxer started 'working' on his huge, bulging cock, while using his free hand to 'play' with his heavy, shaved balls.
The crowd obviously enjoyed every minute of the spectacle, cheering the huge naked fighter on as he furiously 'beat his meat', despite anything that he had said earlier.
Meanwhile, Nerva, who despite his previous injury, was now 'hard' again, looked on, and also 'played' with his cock, although he was not wanking, but rather getting his prick nice and 'stiff' so that he could give Perseus a good 'shafting' once the big blond boxer had squirted his seed over the sand.
"Oh - shit - I'm - fuckin' - cummin' !", Perseus eventually groaned, and leaned back as he let repeated spurts of thick, creamy spunk explode from his gaping cock-slit and splatter onto the sand.
Once Perseus has stopped groaning, and squirting out his thick ropes of creamy spunk, the arena-slaves grabbed hold of him and dragged him over to where two stakes have been hammered into the sand.
"Fuck no ! Watcha ya fuckin' doin' - cunts ?", Perseus protested, as the arena-slaves then tied Perseus wrists and ankles to ropes hanging from the stakes, and bent him over.
By then Perseus was really scared, and started begging the slaves for mercy.
"Please no, lads ! Let me go ! Don't torture me or nothin' !".
The referee then told the slaves to impale Perseus' anus with a baton.
"No you cunts ! Not up my fuckin' shit-hole !", naked Perseus screamed at the arena slaves and at the ref, as he squirmed helplessly between the two stakes.
The arena slaves then purposely let the helpless, naked boxer struggle and squirm obscenely, with his limp cock flopping about, for a minute or so, so that the crowd could have a good laugh.
Then, an arena slave tried to center the bulbous end of the stake on Perseus' tightly clenched anus.
It was difficult, as Perseus was jerking about so much, but eventually Perseus let out a high-pitched grunt, and the slave, realized he has 'hit the spot', and started forcing the tip of the baton against naked boxer's anal 'ring' - which Perseus was desperately trying to clamp shut.
"No, please ! Don't push it into me !",Perseus begged pathetically, as he managed to hold his 'ring' tight for about a few seconds.
For Perseus those seconds were like eternity, and the slaves became impatient, with one slave holding the big, naked boxer's shoulders, while the other slave struggled to penetrate Perseus' anus.
Eventually, of course, Perseus had to give up.
"Shit ! It's goin' right up me ! I'm fuckin' skewered !", Perseus groaned, as the bulky head of baton slowly disappeared into his pink, tightly puckered arse-hole.
The crowd, happy to see the big, cheating boxer penetrated and thus thoroughly humiliated, cheered.
At the same time Perseus groaned and squirmed obscenely, and his prick started to stiffen and swell once again.

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The referee then told the slave who had impaled Perseus to bugger Perseus with the baton, and soon Perseus was jerking back and forth, as the slave pulled the baton in and out of Perseus' straining arse-hole.
"Oh shit ! No ! - Don't fuck my hole", Perseus moaned, as he was roughly dildo-fucked by the young arena-slave.
Once the fucking got under way, Perseus' cock became extremely 'hard', and very swollen, with all the veins standing out, and his foreskin pulled right back, uncovering his glistening, dark pink 'helmet'.
With each thrust the young slave made, Perseus' prick, dangling a long thick string of sticky pre-cum, which was probably the biggest erect penis that most of the people in the arena had ever seen, slapped up against his tanned, glistening belly.
The slapping of his exposed 'helmet' against his belly, and the stimulation of his prostate, as the thrusting baton was driven deep inside him was simply too much for Perseus, and he soon felt his spunk uncontrollably rising down in his groin.
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"Fuckin' shit - I think ... NO ! .... I think I'm gonna cum !", Perseus groaned.
This, of course encouraged the arena slave to thrust faster, and more deeply into the struggling boxer's tight arse-hole.
Then Perseus felt the orgasm sweeping over him.
"Oh fuck ! Yes ! Yes !", Perseus groaned loudly, to no one in particular, and his tanned sweating body started to shudder violently as it was held tightly between the two posts.
"FUCK !", he then blurted out as a huge rope of thick, creamy spunk lazily squirted from his incredibly stiff prick, and splattered down onto the sand about a meter away.
This was immediately followed by six more squirts, each squirt being ejected with a groan of 'Fuck !', and each with slightly less force.

While Perseus was still groaning 'Fuck !' and 'spunking-up' the arena-slave pulled the dildo out of Perseus' anus, causing Perseus to grunt loudly, and Nerva then immediately took over, ramming the full length of his huge thick prick up Perseus' now gaping arse-hole, forcing Perseus to give a second grunt
"You CUNT ! I'm still fuckin' cummin' !", Perseus grunted, wide eyed and shocked that his twitching, hairy anus was once again filled.
Nerva then gave Perseus' a good 'shafting'.
Once again Perseus was jerking back and forth as young Nerva deeply 'ploughed' his naked opponent's most 'private part'.
"Come on, Perseus ! Let's see you cum again !", Nerva panted, as he pleased the crowd with his energetic thrusting.
Perseus, however, despite the fact that he was a really 'horny' stud, couldn't 'cum' again so quickly.
Nerva, on the other hand, had been horny since the beginning of the fight, and once he got his prick up Perseus' hot arse he found it almost impossible to stop himself 'cumming' really quickly.
"Shit ! I'm cummin' !", Nerva groaned loudly, as he pulled his jerking prick out of Perseus' anus, and started to squirt a huge 'load' of creamy spunk all over Perseus' huge, muscular, sweaty buttocks.
One rope after another of hot spunk slopped over Perseus' arse, trickling slowly down his thighs and down his arse-crack.
Perseus certainly knew that he had been 'spunked over', and by then he was horribly 'aroused' again, with his huge cock so 'pumped-up' that it looks as if it was going to burst.
"Well, Perseus. - Say 'thank you'. After all, I have 'serviced' you well !", Nerva said mockingly, slapping Perseus on his bent back.
"Fuck off, cunt !", Perseus grunted, obviously disgusted at what had just happened.
"Just fuckin' untie me - you cunt !", Perseus said angrily, as he struggled against he ropes that were holding him in his undignified position, with his head down and his backside held high.
By then the crowd were laughing and jeering, however, as they could easily see that, despite his protests, Perseus was appallingly 'aroused', and was actually desperate for relief from his unbearably strong erection.
"Look Nerva, if your not gonna untie me - well you can see my fuckin' problem - at least give me some relief !"
"No way, son !", Nerva snapped back, "If you need to 'get your rocks off', then you'll have to do it yourself !".
Nerva then instructed the arena-slaves to untie Perseus right arm - that way Perseus could wank, if he really wanted to, while his ankles and his left wrist were still tied to the two posts, ensuring that he remained completely helpless.
Perseus immediately grabbed his massively swollen cock, and started pulling his foreskin back and forth over his huge, bulging 'helmet', while the crowd laughed and cheered, making ribald comments and shouting encouragements for him to 'get his rocks off'.
Long strings of sticky 'pre-cum' swung crazily from his jerking cock as Perseus worked himself up into a frenzy.
Having already 'cum' twice, it took Perseus quite a long time to 'bring himself off', which was all the better, as the crowd were quite happy to watch and laugh and joke while the big, naked boxer 'played' obscenely with his hugely overgrown 'knob', - pumping it, stroking it and pulling at it as he desperately tried to relieve himself.
Meanwhile the ref, the arena slaves and Nerva and some of the other boxers watched with interest, and some amusement, as blond Perseus frantically 'beat his meat' with his one free hand.
Finally the heavily muscled, stark naked boxer's body arched and writhed upwards.
"Right, - let's see how much spunk the big guy squirts out this time." the referee said laconically, turning to young Nerva.
By this time Perseus eye's were bulging and glazing over, and his huge, heavy balls were pulling up to his blond hairy crotch.
"Oh FUCK ! -This is - is fuckin' IT !", Perseus groaned.
Seeing the big naked boxer writhe up in an orgasmic spasm, the crowd started to cheer.
There was a brief delay between Perseus' orgasm starting and his ejaculation, and he looked round to Nerva, as if he were not sure what was happening.
Then the first long string of spunk shot from Perseus' cock, barely missing one of the arena-slaves.
Perseus then proceeded to pump spurt after spurt of thick, creamy spunk over the sand, not realizing yet that this was the last ever spunk-up he would squirt from his cock, (there would be another one, but it would be a bit strange).
As soon as Perseus has finished 'cumming', an arena-slave re-tied his free arm.  At the same time another slave went round behind him with the baton.
"No ! Please ! Don't shove that - ", the next two words came out at a much higher pitch, - "up me !", because the baton had been rammed back up his arse-hole.
Because Perseus had just 'cum', his cock was beginning to go soft and limp, but as soon as the baton was rammed up into his rectum, he started to get 'hard' again, and he was left tied between the two posts, standing upright, with his huge, stiff prick poking up at about forty-five degrees, and dribbling a long string of 'cum'.
Perseus is clubbed in the balls
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The referee then told one of the arena-slaves to hand Nerva a big, heavy wooden club.
He then turned to young Nerva.
"Right, Nerva ! - He punched you a couple of times in the groin, so now it's your turn !
You can use the club on his groin a many times as you like - it doesn't matter how much you injure him, as you're going to 'finish' him off at the end anyway."
Nerva smiled and took the club.
"No ! Please ! You can't do this !", Perseus screamed, as Nerva prepared to club him in the balls.
"Not my balls ! Anything but my bollocks !... Please..NO !", Perseus continued to babble.
Nerva, remembering the vicious attack by Perseus on his balls, ignored his helpless opponent's pleas, and brought the club up right between Perseus' legs as the crowd roared.
"CUNT !", Perseus squealed horribly, his cry rising above the crowd's roar, as his balls were crushed.
The poor naked boxer instantly brought his knees together as he writhed in agony, unable to escape as he was firmly tied to the stakes.
Immediately an arena-slave kicked Perseus' knees apart and, at the same time, encouraged Nerva to continue the beating.
"Cunt ! You fucked up my fuckin' bollocks ! ..... You made me a fuckin' eunuch ", Perseus screamed as Nerva weighed in with another vicious blow.
After that Perseus just shrieked, unable to scream anything coherently, as Nerva continued to beat his crotch until, unable to take any more punishment, the poor naked boxer sunk to his knees.

As Perseus went down, the baton up his arse hit the sand and got rammed further up, into his guts, while his huge erection collapsed, leaving his prick looking like a large, swollen, wrinkled sausage, as it flopped about on his hugely swollen, and now darkening ball-bag.
The arena-slaves then untied Perseus, and dragged the groaning boxer to the centre of the arena, laying him out on the sand, on his back, with his legs spread and the dildo poking obscenely from his exposed arse-hole.
One of the arena-slaves then started to play with the baton, wiggling and twisting it, and then  pumping it in and out a few times.
The crowd were pleased to see that this had the intended effect, and the big, groaning boxer started to get 'hard' again, despite the beating that his balls had just taken.
Of course poor Perseus didn't get as 'hard' as he had been earlier, but his cock swelled and lengthened almost to it's previous eleven or twelve inches, but was unable to rise up out of the thick golden curls of his magnificent 'bush', and simply lay on his sweaty, heaving belly.
This was what was known as 'terminal priapism'.
As a result of being violently hit in the groin and perineum the blood vessels feeding Perseus' huge penis had become swollen and caused him to become permanently erect. 
Nerva was then handed a spear, while the arena-slaves held Perseus wrists and ankles.
"Right ! The crowd are getting tired of this now so we'd better finish him off ! So first emasculate him, - you know, balls and then cock, - but do it slowly, - the crowd like that !".
Perseus, of course, heard this, and reacted instantly.
"No please ! Not my fuckin 'privates' !", he groaned, looking up pathetically at the referee and young Nerva. "Don't castrate me !".
"What's it fuckin' matter !", Nerva retorted. "There's only some mangled pulp in your fat, swollen 'ball-bag' now. Your already a eunuch - it just a matter of finishing the job - and then 'finishing' you !
Perseus looked down towards his battered groin, with it's golden pubes glistening in the morning sun, and his huge cock lying lazily on his well-muscled, twitching belly.
He then looked up at the referee and Nerva.
He looked like he was going to start crying - but then he started babbling incoherently.
"No ! No ! Please ! Please Nerva ! No ! Not my fuckin' 'bits' ! Not me with no fuckin' bollocks ! They're all I got - that an' my cock !".
While this was going on the crowd were calling for Perseus to get his 'fuckin' nuts' chopped off.
Then, when Perseus finally realised that Nerva, the crowd, the referee, and everyone else in the arena were intent on his being emasculated and 'finished-off', Perseus completely lost his nerve and struggled to get up, but the muscles in his legs and his belly were useless, and any way he as firmly held by the arena-slaves, so he simply wriggled obscenely on the sand, desperately trying to avoid being speared by his unrelenting opponent.
And as he struggled his erection grew, and in moments his stiff, heavily veined cock was standing proud of his belly.
Avoiding his opponent's stiffening prick, Nerva then speared Perseus low down in the belly, piercing his bladder.
Immediately bloody piss sprayed from his defiantly stiff, waving cock.
"Oh shit ! No !", Perseus squeaked, as he looked with protruding, staring eyes at the fountain of red piss squirting from his huge, shiny dark 'helmet'.
Then Perseus, apparently in a final bid to save himself, reached up and grabbed Nerva by the balls.
The young lad kept his nerve, however, and instead of trying to pull free, and possibly injuring himself, he waited to see what Perseus would do, relying on the fact that his badly injured opponent had very little strength, or will-power left, at that point.

Predictably, instead of trying to rip off Nerva's bollocks, Perseus just held on to them - almost fondled them -  as the spear came down again, piercing his bulging, shaved scrotum, which was dark and swollen as a result of the 'ball-torture' he had received..
The baton, which was poking out of Perseus' arse-hole jerked up as his 'ring' tightened, and his hips lifted up off the sand.
"Shit ! My fuckin ball-bag !", Perseus moaned.
Nerva found it quite difficult to castrated Perseus with a spear.
Having pierced the naked boxer's 'ball-bag', he then prodded around, feeling for the cords and muscles which attached Perseus' testicles to his groin.
This was also quite difficult as the beating that Nerva had given to Perseus' groin a little earlier had practically pulverized the poor fighter's testicles, although his spermatic cords, and blood vessels were still intact, as far as Nerva could tell.
These Nerva deftly sliced, eliciting a grunted "Cunt!" from Perseus.
Perseus' mangled testicles, at that point were loose in his scrotum, and he was effectively castrated, and therefore a eunuch.
The crowd, however, could not see that,  - unlike Nerva, the referee and the arena-slaves, who could see that the vestiges of Perseus' heavy, but mangled balls were now loose inside his scrotum, and their weight was dragging down his drooping 'ball-bag'.
That, however, was not enough for the crowd.
They wanted to see Perseus' balls, or his 'ball-bag' still containing his balls, on the sand, and his hairy crotch 'clipped' !
Nerva was quite happy to oblige in response to cries of 'Cut the cunt's bollocks off !', 'Castrate the fuckin' tosser !', 'Chop the fucker's nuts off !', and the like.
Perseus could obviously hear all those comments, and in addition, didn't seem to realize that he had actually been already, technically, castrated.
In actual fact, he probably had very little sensation of pain in his testicles and scrotum after the beating he had received earlier from Nerva, which is why he had shown very little reaction, much to the crowd's disappointment, when his cords had been cut.
"No ! Not my fuckin 'nuts' ! Please !", Perseus, who was still holding Nerva's balls, begged plaintively.
"Stop bein' fuckin' stupid !", Nerva retorted. "You're already a fuckin' eunuch, - I cut your cords - so choppin' 'em off makes no fuckin' difference !"
Perseus stared wide-eyed at Perseus. "Fuck ! I'm a fuckin' eunuch !", he moaned, looking down to where his balls were scraping the sand in his horribly distended scrotum, lying between his outstretched legs, and to one side of the baton still poking out of his horribly stretched anus.
Nerva couldn't be bothered with any more chat, however, and the crowd were getting restless, so he brought the spear blade down beside Perseus' left thigh, (as he lay on his back on the sand), and twisting it round sharply, he brought it across, cutting right through the root of Perseus' pink, shaved scrotum.
Perseus' hips bucked, more because his upper thighs had been nicked in the process, rather than from the pain of loosing his manhood.
"Oh shit ! You've cut em' off !", Perseus moaned, rather pointlessly, to no one in particular.
"Yeh ! Satisfied ?", Nerva asked, half in jest and half petulantly, bending over his prostrate and castrated opponent -  "Now you really are a fuckin' eunuch !".
Nerva then grabbed hold of Perseus right arm, the hand of which still had hold of his balls.
"And perhaps you'd like to let go of my bollocks. You haven't go the strength any more to pull 'em off, and now you can't start to get sexy with me, 'cause you got no balls !".
And Nerva was right.
Perseus was losing blood quite fast, from the wound in his belly and the new wound in his groin.
He was also right about the fact that Perseus had no balls, but the naked fighter, amazingly, still had a big stiff prick.
This however was probably not from his libido, but because the blood vessels had been blocked by swelling caused by the bruising to his groin.
Perseus, reluctantly let go of his young opponent's balls, and immediately an arena-slave grabbed hold of the arm, to ensure that Perseus didn't try to resist any further mutilations, or the final stroke that would kill him.
Perseus, of course, would have to be killed because he was slowly bleeding to death.
Contrary to what you may read in other accounts, (more often fantasies, rather than real accounts), while the Romans were able to 'patch up' wounded fighters, usually by cauterizing the damaged or cut blood vessels, this was in most cases unsuccessful, as dirty weapons, loincloths, armour and sand contaminated with blood faeces, semen, and internal organs and secretions, usually infected the wounds, and most fighters who were treated thus usually died of shock or septicemia.
Usually it was easier, and cheaper, to take the easiest, and with the crowd, the most popular way out, and have the wounded fighter spectacularly killed at the end of the fight - after all the kind of slaves who fought in the arena were 'two a penny'.
Regardless, Perseus had had a good run for his money.
He had almost beaten Nerva, got to 'spunk-up' three times, got himself buggered, (which he probably really enjoyed), and got himself castrated without even realising what had happened to him, (he wasn't very bright anyway).
"Right ! Cut off his penis - let him squirm for a while for the crowd  - and then 'finish' him !", the referee told Nerva dryly.
Nerva was then given a curved knife by one of the arena-slaves.
At the thought of completely castrating Perseus Nerva started to get 'hard' again as he approached his struggling opponent.
Perseus, however, was held down by the arena-slaves, and anyway he now had very little energy left to resist.
"Oh no ! Not my prick as well !", Perseus moaned, looking at his huge 'tool', which was lying on his bloodstained, heaving belly.
"You won't need no cock if you got no balls !", Nerva quipped nonchalantly, trying to make it all seem normal.
"Shit ! No !", Perseus pleaded, squirming, as Nerva went down on one knee and grabbed hold of the huge, still stiff 'tool'.
With cries from the crowd of 'chop off the 'donkey-dick'!', Nerva first gave Perseus' huge bit of 'meat' a few tugs, just to pump it up a bit harder.
Perseus instantly went wide-eyed.
"Yeh ! Toss me off ! - Please !", he groaned to Nerva.
Perseus was obviously going a bit hysterical, but men in the arena often got obscenely horny just before they were mutilated or killed, even after, (like Perseus), they had lost their balls.
"No fuckin' way !", Nerva retorted, and he started to slice through the huge, veined column of Perseus' prick.
Immediately Perseus buttocks lifted off the sand, and the baton poking out of his anus started jerking up and down.
When Nerva was halfway through Perseus' cock, the shrieking fighter's hips were pushed right up, and he was balancing on his shoulder-blades and his hips.
"CUNT ! Cut it quick - if you're gonna !", Perseus squealed, as Nerva finally pulled the wobbling penis from the trembling fighter's golden, hairy groin.
As Nerva started to get to his feet, holding his prized trophy, there was a huge squirt of spunk from the bloody stump where Perseus' penis had been, which traveled in an arc and landed on the end rapidly jerking baton poking out of Perseus arse-hole.
"Oh shit ! - I got no fuckin' cock !", Perseus groaned, as the crowd cheered and laughed as the naked, completely castrated boxer 'danced' on his shoulders and heels, pumping out repeated ropes of spunk in his final - and last ever - orgasm.
Nerva, who was still holding Perseus' severed penis, and the Referee looked on amazed.
"Finish him now - while he still having his orgasm - the crowd will like it !", the referee said quickly, handing Nerva back his spear.
Nerva straight away threw Perseus' useless penis down onto the sand and, grabbing the spear, went over to where Perseus was jerking his hips, and jerking the baton in his hairy arse-hole.
"Cunt ! Cunt ! Cunt ! ....... I'm fuckin' cummin' !", Perseus was grunting, as he squirted out the last of his useless 'seed' from the urethral opening in the stubby bloody stump poking from the blond,curly hairs of his groin.
Before Perseus even knew what was happening, Nerva speared him in the neck, instantly severing the naked eunuch's wind-pipe.
The last thing that Perseus had ever said was 'Oh shit !' as he was speared..
After that, all he could do was gurgle, as blood frothed out of his mouth and nose.
Despite that he remained on his shoulders and heels, still dribbling out the last of his spunk, as he slowly started to drown in his own blood.
The arena slaves had release him, and one trembling hand dug deep into the thick, golden curls of his pubic 'bush', possibly searching for his severed 'boy-parts', while the other had jerked up spasmodically, as it tried to stem the flow of blood from his slashed neck.
For a few minutes Perseus squirmed in his final agony, staring pleadingly and wide-eyed, unable to believe what was happening to him, while the crowd cheered and applauded.
Nerva, the referee and the arena-slaves all looked on, waiting for the struggling naked boxer to finally breathe his last.

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Perseus was doomed to slowly asphyxiated and, gurgling horribly, Perseus finally dropped back onto the sand, lifeless, and the baton flopped downwards as his once tight arse-hole gaped open and began to dribble liquid excrement.
The crowd then cheered Nerva as the victor, while the arena slaves trussed up Perseus' impaled, castrated, naked, and bloody corpse.
Perseus' shaved, severed 'ball-bag', containing the boxer's loose and pulped testicles, was hung round the neck of the big, blond corpse, and the still swollen and huge penis, dribbling the last of Perseus' 'cum', was shoved into the corpse's gaping mouth.
Finally , what had been Perseus, the boxer, was hung naked, dead and humiliated from the arena-wall, and only cut down to be butchered for the animals at the end of the Day at the Games.

('Ludi Spes Vespasianum - Games at Baiae - Part II')

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Zennon and Memnon are two tough gladiators specially hired from the Public Arena.
Previously they fought Hector, a handsome young fighter from Grachus' Private Gladiatorial School.
As a 'two against one' fight they had no trouble defeating Hector, and then stripped, 'dildo-fucked', 'jerked-off' and castrated the young lad, before impaling him on a spike, disembowelling him and finally 'finishing him off' ! 
This spectacular, bloody and sexually explicit killing was very popular with the crowd, and so Grachus has given them another fight, this time with an equally handsome, and massively 'well-hung' young fighter called Sicarius.
Grachus has no qualms about having Sicarius killed, which is the most likely outcome of this fight, as young Sicarius has shown no inclination to 'abuse' his defeated opponents, and is , therefore, unpopular with the crowd, despite his good looks, excellent physique and massive 'equipment' !


Much to the disappointment of the crowd, the unlucky Sicarius doesn't get to 'jerk-off' or fuck in the arena because he gets castrated (penis and left testicle, and later the remaining testicle), right at the start of the fight !
However, the 'horny' young lad has a long slow wank in the locker-room and, unbeknown to Sicarius, Grachus and some of his close friends, watch him through concealed spy-holes in the adjoining corridor.
While Sicarius refuses to fuck or 'jerk-off' his defeated opponents in the arena, when he's alone he's obviously a bit of a 'stud', so Grachus sends in a cute, pretty young slave-boy to see if Sicarius can fuck a well as he can wank !

In what he thinks is the privacy of the locker-room Sicarius wastes no time.
"Come on, son, get stripped off an' we can have some fun !", Sicarius tells the lad,
The boy obediently removes his tunic an his loincloth.
"Right, get on your back on the floor an' raise an' spread your legs so I can get to your arse-hole."
Meanwhile Sicarius plays with his cock, which has gone limp  after his previous wank.
He then squats over the boys face.
"Now lick my balls an' my cock-root an' make me nice an' hard." Sicarius tells the boy.
The boy complies, and while he does so Sicarius groans with pleasure, and plays with his rapidly growing shaft.
After a few moments Sicarius' foreskin pulls back, his huge, gleaming 'cock-head', dribbling  pre-cum, emerges, and he is ready to fuck.
"Right boy, lie back and keep your legs spread and high, and relax your arse-hole - an' it won't hurt - an' I might even get you to cum while I fuck you !"
"Yes, sir" the boy replies meekly, as Sicarius guides his huge, jerking cock towards the boy's hairless, puckered, pink 'hole'.
For the first fuck Sicarius is gentle, and his erection is moderately hard
"I think you're too big, sir !", the young slave-boy moans, as Sicarius penetrates him.
Even so, the young boy's penis gets hard as Sicarius starts gently 'ploughing' the little lad.
After a few minutes the naked slave-boy begins to groan.
"I think I'm gonna cum, sir !", he grunts.
Moments later the naked slave-boy squirts his 'boy-juice' over his heaving chest and belly.
The effect of the boy's anus spasming as he ejaculates then almost immediately 'brings off' Sicarius.
"Fuck ! .. I'm fuckin' cumming !", the young gladiator groans, and his thick, hot seed gushes into the naked slave-boy's rectum.
"That was good, son !", Sicarius grunts, as he pulls his gradually softening member out of the slave-boy's arse-hole.
While he takes his time recovering, he takes hold of the slave-boy's limp penis and starts giving the lad a 'jerk-off'.
Almost immediately the young boy gets hard.
"You're a horny little cunt !", Sicarius tells the lad, as he pumps the boy's stiff cock.
"Yes, sir !", the naked and obscenely aroused boy replies, as his balls pull up into his hairless groin and his hips buck.
"I'm gonna cum !", the boy blurts out in a strangled grunt, as a fountain of creamy boy-juice erupts from his pulsating prick.
With his appetite whetted after fucking the boy and then 'jerking him off', Sicarius, who has got very 'hard' on seeing the naked slave-boy cum, then decides to fuck the boy a second time.
This time Sicarius' cock gets fully erect, swelling to monstrous proportions.
"Get your legs spread again, son !" Sicarius tells the boy, "I wanna fuck your tight little 'hole again !"
Without any preliminaries, Sicarius rams his huge, glistening cock-head into the naked boy's tight, hairless anus.
"Oh shit - no ! Not so quick !", the squirming slave-boy splutters.
Sicarius, however, igores the boy, and rips open the poor little boy's arse-hole as he rapes the helpless lad, rather than just fucking him !
"Shit ! My bum-hole ! - Please sir, No !", the panicking boy squeals.
Despite the boy's squealing, however, no one intervenes to help, despite the fact that Grachus and some of his close friends are still watching from the adjoining room.
Meanwhile the slave-boy is writhing helplessly under the brutal assault from Sicarius.
Despite being injured by Sicarius' huge stiff cock, the slave boy is obscenely 'hard', and starts squirting spunk all over himself.
"Shit ! ... Stop ! - Its in my fuckin' guts !" the boy screams, as Sicarius rams his huge shaft deep into the struggling boy.
Finally the naked lad stops struggling, and jerks about like a rag doll as Sicarius mangles the boy's guts with his huge 'tool'.
"Fuck !", Sicarius finally groans, as he floods the unconscious slave-boy's bowels with his hot spunk.
Sicarius then gets up, replaces his loincloth.
Sicarius then leaves the the naked lad on the locker-room floor, with blood pouring from his ripped anus, and goes off to get ready for his fight.
The unfortunate little slave-boy, who dies shortly after being raped by Sicarius, is avenged, however, as Sicarius is defeated in his fight.
And so, fucking, or rather raping the slave-boy was the last fuck that Sicarius ever had.


The three young gladiators enter the arena to the cheers and applause of the crowd.
Memnon then faces Sicarius, with Zennon, ominously, standing behind young Sicarius.
Sicarius, of course, is still recovering from his wank and his two fucks with the little slave-boy, and is not really up to fighting against his two opponents.
Memnon and Sicarius begin to spar with Sicarius.
"Right ! Grab him Zennon !" Memnon calls out to Zennon as Zennon manages to get behind Sicarius.
Zennon drops his sword and grabs hold of Sicarius by his arms.
"Fuck ! ... That's a fuckin' foul !", Sicarius calls out to the arena officials, but the officials wave on the fighters as they have been told that Siarius is to be killed in this fight.

While the patricians in the crowd disapprove of these tactics, preferring to see some skilful sword fighting, the crowd, eager to see some blood and sex, are only too pleased to see some 'dirty' tactics, and Grachus, of course, is only to happy to see Sicarius defeated and killed.
"Fuck ! They can't do that !", Sicarius shouts, as he struggles, realising that his opponents can kill him easily.
Zennon has the boy firmly held, and it is a simple matter for Memnon to thrust his sword lightly into Sicarius' belly.
"Shit !" Sicarius screams as he is wounded, and the poor, helpless boy immediately drops his sword and 'wets himself'.
Sicarius is confused, shocked and terrified of what else Memnon might do to him.
"I'm sorry Memnon ! I've wet myself !" - Sicarius actually apologizes to Memnon for pissing in his own loincloth, while the crowd cheer and laugh at the young lad's unfortunate predicament, as piss dribbles from the boy's bedraggled, and now almost completely transparent loincloth onto the sand !


Sicarius, realizing that he cannot win the fight with his two opponents employing such 'unfair' tactics, decides to submit, and throw himself on the mercy of the crowd.
"I give ! Show me mercy !", Sicarius pleads to the crowd.
The crowd are having none of it, however, and in fact call for young Sicarius to be mutilated before he is 
Having pissed in his loincloth, Sicarius' loincloth is practically transparent, and it's easy for Memnon to see how Sicarius' 'privates' are hanging.

So Memnon is only to happy to please the crowd, as he realizes that he can easily castrate the boy through his sopping wet loincloth.
Memnon carefully thrusts his sword into the pouch of the loincloth, aiming for the hairy 'root' of the boy's genitals, which is now clearly showing through the thin, transparent material.

"Shit ! My fuckin' crotch !" Sicarius squeals, as the crowd cheers, and Memnon, once he is sure he has pierced the boy's pubic area, carefully pushes and twists the blade to ensure that the poor lad's privates are separated from his hairy crotch.
"Fuck ! - I think you got my balls !", Sicarius groans.
As Memnon withdraws the blade from the pouch of the squealing, helpless boy's loincloth, the sopping wet pouch drops down dramatically, with a spreading red stain, showing that the boy's prick and balls are now almost certainly detached, and lying loose in the sagging pouch.


While Zennon continues to hold the struggling, groaning boy, Memnon carefully unties the top of the pouch of the loincloth, where it is attached to Sicarius' wide, leather belt.
"Let's see what you really got, boy !", Memnon leers, as he strips Sicarius
"No ! Don't fuckin' strip me !", Sicarius begs pathetically.
Young Sicarius, thinking he has only been wounded in the crotch, and apparently unaware that he has been partially castrated.
Memnon, not surprisingly, ignores the young lad's pathetic pleas.
Having untied the pouch of the loincloth, Memnon stands back, so that the crowd can get a good look, and then, with a flourish, he pulls the wet loincloth away.
As the wet sodden, cloth comes away, Sicarius' severed, bloody penis, and one testicle - still attached to the penis - tumble out, and fall to the sand, leaving just a repulsive, bleeding stump poking out obscenely from the sopping wet, curly hair of the boy's thick pubic 'bush', and one bleeding testicle hanging forlornly.
"Oh fuck ! I lost my prick an' a ball !", Sicarius groans as he looks down at his mutilated, hairy crotch
As the boy's severed prick and one ball drop to the sand, the crowd laugh and cheer, as Memnon shouts to them that they now have 'a one bollock, prickless boy !'.
The crowd, of course, shout back for Memnon to 'cut the other bollock off and finish the job !'
Sicarius, seeing his 'boy-bits' on the sand, immediately starts squealing for his prick and his bollock, and it is at this point that the poor boy realizes that now he has no chance of leaving the arena alive.
Memnon now removes Sicarius tight fitting helmet, as he wants the crowd to see the helpless boy's reactions to the rest of the torture he is planning for the poor boy. 
Sicarius is handsome, and the crowd will obviously enjoy seeing his pretty features contorted with pain as he is slowly 'finished-off'.
"Don't cut the other bollock off ! Please leave me with some of my bits !",Sicarius pleads pathetically.
"Why do you need one fuckin' ball when you haven't got a fuckin' prick, so you can't fuck or wank anyway ?", is the reply.

Zennon, as he taunts the struggling boy with this question, playfully flicks the remaining testicle, which is only hanging by the spermatic cord, a few strands of muscle and some veins, in order to 'amuse' the crowd.
Each flick, however, is appallingly agonizing for young Sicarius.
"Please don't touch my ball - it really hurts !" he begs, but to no avail.
Finally Zennon thrusts with his sword at Sicarius' last vestige of manhood.
"Shit ! .... My fuckin' bollock ! - You cut it off !", Sicarius squeals, and the crowd cheer.
The 'root' of young Sicarius' remaining testicle has been sliced through, and the bulging, bloody bollock drops to the sand.
Sicarius is now left totally emasculated, and groaning in agony !
Because there is a rich supply of blood to the genital area, there is always the danger, when fighters are castrated, that they will quickly loose consciousness and even die from loss of blood before their opponents have had time to torture or mutilate them further.
To ensure that the crowd are not deprived of the 'pleasure' of seeing the defeated fighter endure further abuse, after being castrated, it is often the practice to roughly cauterize the bleeding stump that is usually all that is left of the defeated fighter's genitals.

In Sicarius' case, after Memnon has cut off his opponent's remaining testicle, an arena-slave steps in with a red hot-iron.
Sicarius is still being conveniently held by Zennon.
"Please ! - Not that ! Not between my legs ! - Don't fuckin' burn me !" Sicarius screams.
Despite Sicarius' pleas for mercy, however, it is a simple matter for the arena-slave to thrust the glowing iron between the squirming boy's legs for a few moments.
(Memnon tells the arena-slave to take care not to cauterize the boy's anus, when he puts the hot iron between the boy's legs, as Zennon wants to fuck the young lad before he is finally 'finished-off').

As the crowd cheer, Sicarius squeals horribly for the pain to just stop, as smoke, smelling of burning flesh and singed, burnt pubic hair, billows up from the naked boy's mutilated, roasting crotch, and wafts across the arena !
Now that the bleeding has been staunched, Memnon and Zennon can take their time as they continue to horribly torture and abuse their poor, unfortunate victim !
Memnon then stuffs Sicarius' genitals into the boy's mouth, leaving the gleaming dark 'head' of Sicarius' stiff prick poking out obscenely !
Young Sicarius now can't speak or scream, and can't even spit out the offending genitals because the bulkiness of his bulging balls completely fills his mouth !


Sicarius is still hunched over, staggering on the sand, clutching at his mutilated, bleeding groin.
Memnon is not at all keen on 'abusing' the mutilated boy but, seeing the huge, obscenely twitching bulge in Zennon's loincloth, he stands back to let his 'horny' companion 'have his way' with the poor, helpless boy.
Taking advantage of the fact that Sicarius is bent over, Zennon pulls down his loincloth, and pulls out his huge, stiff prick.
He then grabs hold of the rear of Sicarius' belt, to steady the boy and prevent him toppling forwards, and then rams his jerking, dribbling 'tool' into young Sicarius' exposed arse-hole.
Sicarius is incredibly 'tight', as a result of just having been castrated, and it takes some really strong thrusts for Zennon to penetrate the groaning boy fully.

Once he gets the full length of his cock up the boy, he starts thrusting hard.
The two gladiators jerk backwards and forwards on the sand as the tempo of Zennons' thrusts increase. Eventually Zennon lets out a loud groan, which is accompanied by the cheers of the crowd, as he 'cums'.
As soon as he starts pumping his spunk up his swollen 'shaft', he pulls his huge 'tool' out of Sicarius' gaping arse-hole, and waves it about as he splatters his creamy, sticky 'seed' over the poor, castrated boy's gleaming, naked buttocks.
Once Zennon has finished 'cumming', he shakes his softening prick to get rid of the last gobs of spunk, and stuffs his cock back into his loincloth.
Sicarius is castrated, so it's impossible to get him to 'toss-off', or sexually 'abuse' him in any other way, so there is nothing else to do but 'finish-off' the naked, mutilated boy.


Memnon leaves that to Zennon, who then picks up the boy's sword.
Sicarius is not aware of what Zennon is doing behind his back, but when he hears the crowd begin the cheer he tries to look behind him, fearing that Zennon may be about to fuck him again.
He soon realizes that he is mistaken as the crowd grows wild, and he feels cold steel, rather than a hot prick, penetrating his anus.
Zennon rams the full length of the sword into Sicarius' hairy arse-hole, and then twists it round a couple of time, completely mangling the poor boy's guts !
In the process, Sicarius' tight anus is ripped open, and he ends up in the same state as he left the little slave boy that he raped, - except that he now has no prick or balls, and his guts have been sliced open inside him !
The poor, naked boy jerks forwards, horrified at what is happening to him, and goes down on his hands and knees, in the most appalling agony, as his abdominal cavity begin to fill with excrement and blood.
The pain is so appalling that all the mutilated boy can do is kneel, trembling, and grunting through his nose as he tries to tell his opponents to 'finish' him !
Once Zennon has finished twisting the sword in Sicarius' anus he lets go of the naked, castrated boy's belt.

Sicarius then starts reaching behind to try and grab hold of the sword, in a desperate, but completely futile attempt to pull it out of his ripped arse-hole.
All the time the crowd are laughing and jeering at the boy's pathetic antics, and at the sight of a stripped young gladiator with a sword poking out of his naked back-side !
Meanwhile, Memnon and Zennon stand and simply watch, as they wait for the crowd to tire of the comic display that the poor boy is putting on, as this will be the sign for them the 'finish-off' the young lad.
The boy's internal bleeding is obviously having an effect, and Memnon decides that it is time to finish off the boy before he lapses into unconsciousness, as the crowd will not enjoy seeing and unconscious or dead boy being decapitated.
Once it becomes obvious that the crowd are tired of watching Sicarius' squirming on the sand trying to reach for the sword poking out of his hairy anus, Zennon and Memnon decide to strip the lad completely naked before 'finishing him off'.
First they roll him over onto his back to unbuckle the wide leather belt round his waist.
Once they have taken this off, Zennon makes the mistake of pulling the sword out of young Sicarius' arse-hole.
As soon as the sword comes out, liquid shit and blood come gushing out of the boy's gaping, mutilated arse-hole, (the same thing happened to the slave boy Sicarius raped), and piss sprays from the bloody stump where his penis once was.
Sicarius, no longer really knowing what is happening to him, instinctively tries to get up to get away from his tormentors, but can only manage to partly sit up, raising one arm in the traditional way of begging for mercy from the crowd.
Of course the poor mutilated boy doesn't know what he's doing, because the only merciful thing to do to him now is to put him out of his misery as quickly as possible !
It's obvious that Sicarius will not last long losing that much blood, and the crowd will expect the boy to be still alive when he is decapitated, so instead of completely stripping him, and 'finishing' him stark naked, Zennon and Memnon decide to 'finish him off' quickly, before he dies from shock and loss of blood.
With blood and shit pouring from Sicarius' gaping, mutilated anus, Zennon and Memnon quickly turn the boy over and get him onto his hands and knees, as he has now lost too much blood to stand up, or even kneel upright.
Sicarius, himself, probably wants to be 'finished-off' as quickly as possible now, as his guts are horribly mangled, and his abdominal cavity is rapidly filling with blood and excrement.
Although he can't scream, as his mouth is stuffed full with his own severed genitals, he is obviously in the most appalling agony, and probably just wants his obscene ordeal to end.


Memnon, of course, realizes this, so he grabs hold of the boy's hair, and uses his sword to slice off the naked boy's head !
Unfortunately for Sicarius, however, because of the angle, Memnon can't take off the boy's head with one cut, and ends up 'sawing' through Sicarius' neck. 
Poor Sicarius, who is now spraying more piss over the sand from the bloody stump which was once his penis, squirms around on the sand until his head is finally severed and eventually falls off his bleeding neck with a thud.

The still living body of the naked, castrated boy then rolls over onto its back, with his arms and legs still twitching convulsively, as blood pumps from the neck !
Meanwhile the head lies nearby, and the boy's eyes appear to be viewing the sight of his naked, squirming headless body with horror.
To finish off the 'tableau' Zennon places Sicarius' severed head in front of the still twitching corpse, by the boy's shoulder.

The two victorious gladiators then stand over their young, naked and mutilated opponent's corpse to receive the cheers and applause of the crowd.
While being fucked, impaled up his arse with his sword, being castrated and decapitated, young Sicarius was still wearing his belts, slave collar and boots.
Once he had been 'finished-off' the crowd wanted to see the boy stark naked, so Memnon and Zennon stripped the corpse completely.
(The belts, collar and boots would be wanted back at the gladiatorial school anyway, for another fighter to use.)

The stripping was a messy business, as the boy's corpse continued to dribble urine and excrement from its mutilated orifices.
While young Sicarius' stark naked, mutilated corpse lies propped up against the arena wall, ready to be hoisted up, Memnon lifts up the bloody severed head to show to the cheering crowd !
Moments later, Sicarius' corpse is hoisted up and left to hang from the arena wall, mutilated and stark naked, while the other fights continue in the arena !
At least young Sicarius got to wank and stick his huge stiff cock up a young slave-boy twice about twenty minutes earlier – but then the same stiff cock that was 'ploughing' young slave-boy was brutally chopped off while still 'hard', along with Sicarius' bulging, spunk-filled bollocks, and that was followed by unfortunate lad being impaled up his arse-hole with his own sword, and finally decapitated in front of the crowd !

Naked Hector
castrated and impaled
Castrated Sicarius pisses and shits
before his is decapitated
Memnon, fresh from the fight where he decapitated Sicarius (see right), now has to fight young Quintus.
Memnon is a tough gladiator who was originally specially hired from the Public Arena.
Previously he and Zennon fought Hector (see left), a handsome young fighter from Grachus' Private Gladiatorial School.

Impaled through his anus,
young Hector is brutally castrated
With his genitals stuffed into
his mouth, Sicarius is decapitated
As a 'two against one' fight they had no trouble defeating Hector, and then stripped, 'dildo-fucked', 'jerked-off' and castrated the young lad (see left), before impaling him on a spike, disembowelling him and finally 'finishing him off' !
This spectacular killing was very popular with the crowd, and so Grachus bought both fighters, and gave them another fight, this time with an equally handsome and 'well-hung' young fighter called Sicarius, who the similarly fought and defeated.
Memnon, on his own, is then pitted against a 'first time' fighter, young Quintus (see left and right), who stand no chance against his experienced opponent, and goes down straight away to an ignominious session of mutilation & torture before being 'finished-off' to the cheers of a satisfied crowd !


Memnon and Quintus are well armoured, with wide, thick leather belts round their waists, to prevent stomach wounds and disembowelling, and they also wear metal studded arm-guards and leather boots.
Both gladiators also wear full-face helmets.
The main difference in their 'kit' is that Memnon wears a loincloth with a very brief pouch at the front, but this is covered by a heavy, metal groin guard to prevent him from being castrated through his loincloth, like Sicarius.
At the rear he has a full-cut 'seat', which covers most of his buttocks.
Quintus, who's is almost certain to lose this fight, is dressed more provocatively, as far as his loincloth is concerned.
All he has been given is a tiny pouch at the front, held in place by a thin cord, and another thin cord running from the rear of his pouch, up between his 'arse-cheeks', and attached to the rear of the waist cord.
This tiny 'caché-sex', is designed to be a 'crowd-pleaser', and a possible encouragement to Memnon to fuck the boy, as it leaves his muscular, shaved buttocks completely exposed !
Quintus is one of the best 'hung' gladiators in Grachus' Gladiatorial School, and yet for this fight he wears one of the smallest loincloths ever seen in the arena !
The question that everybody's who's seen him nude is asking is 'how does he fit it all in to such a tiny pouch ?'.
The answer of course is, 'with great difficulty', and it is the squeezing of his testicles and penis that probably produces the 'priapism' (permanently 'stiff' prick), that he suffers from during the fight - and this is the cause of his undoing, because Memnon, in his crazy attempts to get rid of Quintus' erection, first subjects the boy to some appalling 'ball-torture', then uses the vicious 'ball-crusher' on him, and eventually gives up and simply cuts off Quintus' erect penis, along with both his testicles !
Memnon is a problem for Grachus, the owner of the 'Private Games'.
He has bought Memnon, along with Zennon, from the Public Games at great expense after seeing the crowd's obvious satisfaction at the spectacular killing of young Hector. In that fight, however, Memnon didn't fuck Hector before 'finishing' him - but then neither did Zennon.
In the next fight Zennon performed satisfactorily, fucking young Sicarius, even after Sicarius had been castrated !
Memnon, however, refused to get his 'tackle' out.
Grachus knows that Memnon has the wherewithal to fuck, as he has watched him regularly fuck the young slave-boy Clietus. 
Memnon now has his last chance with young Sicarius, who he can easily beat, and is very handsome, with a very inviting, shaved butt !
If Memnon fucks the lad before 'finishing' him he will be given more young inexperienced fighters to 'abuse' and kill - if not he will be put up against a really experienced gladiator and his boy-lover, Clietus, to be horrifically abused and killed ! 


The two gladiators enter the arena to the applause of the crowd.
Memnon is popular with the crowd as he has already 'finished-off' two young gladiators with the sort of sadistic savagery that the crowd loves to see.
What the crowd haven't seen, however, is Memnon get his prick out and fuck his defeated opponents, and that is what they expect, and hope to see in this fight.
The inexperienced young fighter, Quintus, attracts the most attention of the crowd, however, because of his tiny 'caché-sex', with it's straining pouch, which is barely able to hold his bulky 'tackle', and his fully exposed, firm, rounded buttocks. 
Quintus is  ideal as a fighter who can be easily defeated, because he is so inexperienced, and his exposed buttocks should be sufficiently inviting for Memnon to fuck the lad's arse and give the boy a good 'seeing to' !
Right from the start, Quintus is obviously 'out of his depth', and as soon as he is wounded in his leg he effectively 'gives up'.


As Quintus is wounded in his leg, and can now only limp round the arena, unable to avoid  Memnon's thrusting sword, he effectively 'gives up'.
Realizing that his opponent is not going to put up a fight, Memnon twists the terrified boy round, grabs hold of his helmet, and bends the young lad over.
The crowd immediately begins cheering, thinking that Memnon is going to get his stiff cock out and ram it up the boy's arse-hole, without even bothering to rip off the lad's tiny G-string    .
Memnon has other ideas, however, and before Quintus know what's happening, Memnon rams his sword up the startled boy's arse ! 
"Fuck ! ... Fuck ! .... My Fuckin' arse-hole !", Quintus squeals, as the crowd cheer.
But the crowd are also disappointed, once again, as now the boy's anus has been mutilated, there's little chance that he will either be fucked, or 'jerk-off'.
Quintus is now left, bent over, with Memnons' sword poking obscenely from the 'crack between his firm, sweaty buttocks, groaning for mercy, and terrified to move in case he does himself any further damage.
"Shit ! - you cunt ! Look what you fuckin' done ! - It's up my fuckin' 'hole, an' in my fuckin' guts !" Quintus groans.
Memnon, not wanting to 'finish' the boy too quickly, however, doesn't twist the sword in Quintus' guts, but just leaves it, humiliatingly, in place !
Memnon gives the crowd a few moments to savour the sight of the pathetic lad shaking and groaning for mercy, as he stands bent over, with his trembling legs spread, and the sword poking obscenely out of his arse.
"Get it out ! - you fuckin' cunt ! Get it out my fuckin' arse-hole !", Quintus pleads pathetically.


The crowd are now calling for Quintus to have his loincloth ripped off, so that they can get a good look at the defeated boy's 'tackle'.

Qunitus impaled through
his anus with a sword
Memnon immediately obliges, and prepares to strip the groaning boy from the rear.
"Oh no ! Don't fuckin' strip me ! Don't let 'em see my prick !", Quintus pleads, but his pleas are ignored by both the crowd and Memnon.
Memnon, standing behind Quintus, grabs hold of the thin cord running between the boy's muscular buttocks, and pulls on it so that the pouch containing Quintus' genitals is slowly squeezed and then pulled down at the front.
"Shit ! You're crushin' my fuckin bollocks !", Quintis grunts, as first Quintus' thick 'bush' of black, curly pubic hair emerges.
"Please ! .... No ! - Don't rip off my loincloth ! Don't fuckin' strip me !"
"Cunt - I'm fuckin' hard - don't let 'em see my hard knob ! ".
Memnon ignores his opponent's pleas, while the crowd call for Quintus to be stripped naked.
"Strip the little cunt !" - "Let's see his prick an' balls !" - "Let's see if the wanker's got a hard-on !", are some of the ribald calls from the crowd.
Quintus stripped 'bollock-naked'
Moments later their calls are answered as the young gladiator is stripped naked.
"Oh shit !", Quintus groans as he looks down to see his heavy balls flop out obscenely, and his stiff cock bounce up and wave about rudely, finally freed from the constraints of the skimpy, little loincloth.
"You cunt ! I'm fuckin bollock-naked !" Quintus moans as he looks down at his wobbling, hairy 'boy-parts'.
The crowd had already guessed that the young lad was 'well-hung' because of the prominent bulge in his 'caché-sex', but are pleased to see that Quintus is even better 'endowed' than they had imagined, with a huge, dark cock, (with the fore-skin already pulled right back, exposing his pink, gleaming 'cock-head'), and large, bulging balls.
The crowd is even more pleased to see that, despite the sword up his arse, Quintus is already erect, as he was probably anticipating a fuck or a 'jerk-off' - or perhaps he's such a masochist that he gets 'turned-on' by being humiliated by having a sword up his arse, (which is probably closer to the truth).
"Right - let's get rid of this !", Memnon grunts, as he finally pulls so hard that the waist cord, supporting the pouch, rips.

Quintus stripped 'bollock-naked 
"You cunt ! - Shit - that's it ! - I'm fuck-bollock-naked !", Qunitus blurts out, looking down at his thick, curly 'bush', his obscenely bobbing and bouncing stiff prick, and his well filled ball-sack.
The skimpy little piece of cloth immediately comes away in Memnon's hand, and he throws it disdainfully onto the sand.
"Oh shit ! - You cunt !", Quntus growls at Memnon, looking to the crowd in hope of sympathy, or even a reprieve.
"Take a look at the 'horny' cunt !" Memnon shouts to the crowd, and then gives the them a few moments to savour the sight of the pathetic lad shaking and groaning for mercy, as he stands with his dark, pubic 'bush', bulging testicles and huge, semi-erect penis, with its shiny, pink 'cock-head' fully exposed !
"The young fucker's a satyr !" - "Look at the lad's prick - hung like a horse !" - The little wanker's really horny !", are some of the ribald comments coming from the crowd.


Memnon then grabs at Quintus' genitals, and the crowd expect him to 'jerk-off' the practically naked boy.
Instead Memnon goes for Quintus' bulky, dangling scrotum.

"Get off my fuckin' ball-bag, you fuckin' perv !", Quintus squeals.
Grabbing the boy's sweaty testicles in a vice-like grip, Memnon first gives the boy's scrotum a good stretch, as Quintus pleads with Memnon not to rip off his testicles.
"Please ! - Don't pull 'em off ! - Not my balls ! Not my fuckin' nuts !", Quintus groans, his face contorted with pain as the cords of his testicles are stretched.
While the crowd laugh at young Quintus' panicky reaction, Memnon then starts twisting the boy's bulky 'ball-sack', while at the same time viciously squeezing the young lads bulging 'nuts' !
"Cunt no ! - Oh shit ! - My balls ! My fuckin bollocks ! Stop ! Please ! - I'm fucked !", poor Quintus squeals and groans, while the crowd are in 'stitches' of laughter as they watch the poor helpless lad struggling to cope with the humiliating but horribly painful 'ball-torture' he is receiving from his implacable opponent !
"Pull his nuts down to his knees !" - "Stretch the wanker's bollocks !" - “Tie a knot in the cunt's sack !", the crowd shout, as they watched the poor lad get his 'ball-bag' well and truly stretched, twisted and squeezed.
Then the crowd now settles down to watch the boy get 'jerked-off', as they want to see just how much spunk is in those big, heavy balls !
Once Memnon has finished pulling and twisting young Quintus' balls the crowd, seeing that Quintus still has an erection, expect Memnon to 'jerk-off' the boy at least once, and they are eagerly anticipating seeing how much spunk this massively 'well-hung' young lad will squirt over the sand.
Instead Memnon calls for the arena slaves to give him the 'ball-crusher'.
The 'ball-crusher' or 'bollock-crusher' is the name given to an iron mace, consisting of a long shaft topped with a solid ball of iron, studded with a number of spikes.
This weapon is used almost exclusively to hit gladiators in the groin, usually after they have been thoroughly 'abused', in order to 'finish-off' any erection they may have by mangling their testicles. 
The crowd, although they enjoy watching fighters squeal and writhe as their balls are horribly pulverized, are disappointed to see Memnon using this weapon on Quintus at this point, as the boy has not yet been 'jerked-off', and will almost certainly lose his erection once he has been hit with the appalling weapon a couple of times.
Seeing the 'ball-crusher', Quintus immediately starts whimpering and pleading for mercy.
"No ! - Not that ! - Don't hit me there - not with that - please ! Not in the nuts !".
"Right, son ! - now we're gonna get rid of that big hard-on !", Memnon growls threateningly, as he grabs the helpless boy.
Two arena slaves immediately get hold of Quintus' thighs and pull them apart in order to fully expose the struggling boy's testicles.
Memnon then smacks the lad's crotch with the vicious, spiked ball !
Quintus' balls are instantly squashed between his muscular thighs and his pubic bone on the first hit !
At the same time Quintus ejaculates, 'cumming' over the sand with long, thick ropes of spunk.
"Shit ! My balls !" Quintus squeals as his testicles disappear into his hairy groin.
"No !" Don't touch 'em !" Quints squeals, as Memnon steps forward and forces the recalcitrant pair of testes back down into Quintu's scrotum.
On the second and third hit, both testicles again get rammed up into his lower belly, only to drop back, agonizingly into his wrinkled, empty scrotum, causing the boy the most appalling pain !
"Cunt ! My fucking bollocks ! No ! - Please - no more !", Quintus' squeals, and his cries echo deafeningly inside his helmet
The lad surprisingly stays quite 'hard' even after this agonizing treatment, and has undoubtedly for some reason become chronically 'priapic' - and the boy's dark, swollen, stiff cock still jerks, and dribbles a thick, sticky string of 'cum'.
Quintus' scrotum has been pierced by some of the spikes of the 'ball crusher' and is bloodied, and in addition the naked lad's 'ball-bag' almost immediately swells up to twice its normal size, and darkens with the multiple bruising.


As the 'ball-crusher' has not done its job, and the groaning young boy is still aroused, with an even stiffer and bigger erection, Memnon then decides to castrate Quintus.
To do this Memnon slams the 'bollock-naked' boy against the arena-wall, spreads the boy's legs.
Memnon then grabs hold of Quintus' huge, swollen scrotum with his left hand, while holding a gelding knife in his right hand.
Of course there is no problem for Memnon getting at the boy's scrotum because Quintus is so 'hard' that his cock is almost standing vertically, leaving his huge balls hanging invitingly below, unobstructed.
"No ! - Not my bollocks again ! Not my balls ! - Anything but my balls again !", Quintus screams.
"You’re still hard, you dirty little wanker, so it's time for you to be castrated !", Memnon barks at Quintus.
"No ! - Please ! - Let me die a boy - not a eunuch !".
"Cut the cunt's bollocks off !" - "Castrate the little wanker !" - "Make the fucker a eunuch !", the crowd scream, excited at the thought of seeing the naked boy emasculated.

Memnon follows the crowd, and ignores the boy's pathetic pleading, and deftly slices through the boy's ball-bag, slowly cutting the cords, and removing Quintus' mangled balls in one cut !
"Shit ! - My fuckin' bollocks ! You cunt - you cut 'em off ! - My balls ! - I'm fucked !"".
But then Memnon aims his knife at the hairy root of Quintis' huge jerking prick, and the boy realises that he is about to be completely castrated.
"Please no ! - Not my penis as well ! Not my fuckin prick ! - Don't cut my cock off !" Quintus squeals at Memnon, as his opponent grabs hold of his stiff cock.
"What you want your cock for - if you aint got no bollocks ?", Memnon asks, laconically.
"Let me die a man, please !", Memnon begs. "Not my cock ... as well !"
"Cut the little wanker's prick off " - "Off with the young cunt's cock !" - "Fiish the job - cut the lot off !", the crowd scream, - their appetite whetted by seeing the naked boy previously lose his his testicles.
Memnon persists with his plan to fully castrate Quintus, and begins to saw through the stiff, fleshy member.
"Fuck ! - My prick ! - Don't cut it off while it's still stiff !", Quintus screams, as he looks down and watches in horror as Memnon slowly separates his erect, jerking penis from his bloody, dark hairy crotch.
"Fuck no ! .... Mercy !", Quintus continues to scream.
Then the tone of Quintus cries changes.
"Oh shit ! I'm cumming - an' I got no bollocks !", Quintus groans as he convulses as from both the pain of the cut and a sudden, overwhelming orgasm.
He then looks down to see repeated spurts of thick creamy spunk squirting from the severed stump of his once huge organ.
Memnon lets the severed, bleeding penis drop to the sand, while Quintus, naked and sexless, squirts out his last ever 'load' of seed from his mutilated groin.
The thick ropes of spunk splatter on the sand between Quintus' feet,along with the blood that is pumping from the groaning lad's mutilated, hairy crotch.
The precious seed, - all that is left of Quintus' once potent manhood - instantly soaks away uselessly.
The crowd watches as the arena slave let go of Quintus, and they cheer, as in the end they got to see young Quintus cum, and squirt his spunk.
However, there will almost certainly be no fuck, as the boy's arse-hole has already been mutilated.
"Oh fuck ! I got no prick or bollocks - an' I'm still spunking !", poor Quintus pathetically screams.
After the shock of having been completely castrated, poor Quintus just leans helplessly against the arena-wall.
The naked boy is dribbling the last of his spunk, and bleeding copiously from his mutilated, hairy crotch, with his legs spread, frantically grabbing at the bloody, spunk squirting stump of his once magnificent penis.
"You cunt ! You've taken my fuckin' balls and cock and the last of my seed !" Quintus groans.
As Memnon pulls off Quintus' helmet so that the crowd can watch the poor boy's face contorting with pain, Quintus realises that now he stands little chance of leaving the arena alive, and starts begging the crowd to spare him.
Please don't let him kill me ! - Spare me – I'm only young !”, Quintus blurts out to the crowd.


Memnon then takes his knife, and Quintus, now in a state of shock after being emasculated, just stands there as Memnon makes a shallow cut from Quintus' sternum, down the helpless boy's heaving belly, to just below his navel.
"You cunt !", the naked, sexless boy grunts as the cut is made, and almost immediately some of his intestines emerge from the bleeding incision.
"Please no ! Not my fuckin' guts - don't pull 'em out !", Quintus uselessly begs as he fully realises what is happening to him.
Memnon then inserts his hand into the wound and, as the crowd's cheers rise to a crescendo, he starts pulling out the screaming boy's guts !
"Oh fuck ! My fuckin guts !", terrified Quintus squeals as, understandably, he loses control of his 'natural functions', and while piss sprays from the bloody stump that had once been his penis, his anus dilates, and the sword that is skewering his arse drops out onto the sand.
Once the sword has dropped away, shit starts dribbling from between his legs onto the sand, making his humiliation almost complete !
"Oh fuck ! I'm pissin' and shittin' !", Quintus blurts out, as he looks down at the stinking mess he's making on the sand.
Once Memnon has pulled out some bloody coils of Quintus' guts, he stands to one side of the groaning boy, so that the crowd can get a good look at the disembowelled young gladiator.
Quintus leans against the arena wall, looking round the arena.
"Help me - someone ! Fuckin' help me !", young Quintus frantically begs as, in a hysterical panic he then starts grabbing at the bloody coils of his intestines, pathetically trying to stuff them back into his belly.

"I got to get 'em back in my fuckin' belly !", Quintus mumbles to himself.
The coils, however, are slimy with mucus and blood, and slip through the boy's trembling fingers.
At this point the poor boy's legs 'give way', and he slowly slides down the arena-wall.
"Oh shit ! My fuckin' guts !", he repeatedly sobs all the way down, and ends up sitting on his backside, pathetically trying to hold onto his guts, as he continues to empty his bladder onto the sand between his outstretched legs.
With his guts hanging out of his belly, and his severed prick and balls on the sand between his legs, lying against a heap of his own shit, poor Quintus now knows that he cannot possibly leave the arena alive.
"Shit ! I'm fuckin' fucked ! - I'm fuckin' prickless, bollockless and gutted - so just fuckin' finish me !", Quintus groans, in the hope that Memnon will 'finish' him quickly to put an end to his agony, and the awful horror of his very public and obscene humiliation !


Memnon is not finished with Quintus, however, and drags the moaning, mutilated boy to his feet.
"No more, Memnon ! - just leave me, or finish me !" Quintus groans, but Memnon has other ideas.
Memnon then turns the boy round, and forces him to bend over, showing the lad's lacerated, hairy arse-hole to the crowd.
Despite the fact that his arse-hole is bleeding and filthy with shit, Quintus thinks that Memnon is going to fuck him.
"No ! ... Don't fuck me ! - Not that !", Quintus pleads, but instead Memnon the takes his sword and rams it up Quintus' arse-hole for a second time ! 

"Fuckin' shit  !", naked, sexless Quintus screams, as the sword is pushed into what's left of his already mangled guts. 
This time Memnon wants to 'finish-off' Quintus, and he rams it in very deeply and twists it a couple of times.
"Fuck no ! My arse-hole again ! - My fucking guts ! Fuck ! Fuck ! Fuck !", Quintus squeals the sword is twisted in his mangled rectum.
In agony, Quintus instinctively reaches back with both hands in a desperate but useless attempt to grab at the sword. 
"Get is out ! For fuck sake !", Quintus groans.

As he groans he reaches back, but to do this, however, he has to let go of his guts which are hanging out of he gaping slit in his heaving belly.
The result is further groaning from the skewered boy.
"Oh cunt ! My fuckin' guts !", Quintus moans, as his guts hang unsupported from his belly.
Once the sword is deeply embedded, Memnon pulls Quintus up, and turns the groaning boy round.
Surprisingly, rather than just leave the boy bent over and struggling, Memnon then carefully helps the dying boy to lie down on the sand.
As he goes down, Quintus instinctively raises his hips, lifting his sweaty, blood spattered buttocks off the sand.


It is now just a question of waiting for the naked, mutilated boy to die, and Memnon stands over the boy, watching, as humiliated, naked and emasculated, Quintus jerks helplessly, resting on his heels and his shoulders on the sand.

Quintus looks up at Memnon.
"You’re a fuckin' cunt, Memnon !", he manages to grunt, presumably because Memnon has tortured and mutilated him so horribly, and then changes his tune.
"Please, Memnon - just cut my throat and put me out of my misery !".
With his chest heaving, and the sword jerking obscenely as his hairy, bloody anus, as his mangled guts repeatedly convulse, young Quintus slowly dies from loss of blood.
After a few minutes Quintus grunts "fuckin' cunt", presumably to Memnon, as his head lolls to one side and he becomes unconscious.
This is good enough for Memnon and he turns to the crowd and raises his arms in a sign of victory.
The crowd, however, are unimpressed, and the applause are weak, as they are dissatisfied that Memnon, in all his three fights, has never got his 'tackle' out and fucked any of his defeated opponents !
The crowd, after all, have paid their money, and expect to see Memnon get his prick out, and prove his manhood by putting on a good 'performance'.
Also, surprisingly, although the Roman crowd is not known for being soft-hearted, there is some sympathy for the naked, mutilated boy lying dead in a mess of shit, piss and blood and guts, on the arena sand.
The arena slaves then come to check that young Quintus is dead.
They prod him with red hot tongs, and when he does not respond they presume him to be dead.
Quintus' bloody, naked corpse is then hoisted up and left to hang from the arena wall, with its guts hanging out, with its penis poking from its mouth, and with its testicles hung round its neck, while the other fights continue in the arena !

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'the story of Marcus Gaius Aelius - who became a slave a boy, and the favorite of the fabulously wealthy Gnaeus Octavius Gracchus.
On the death of Gracchus, Marcus was given his freedom, and inherited his master's wealth, becoming Marcus Gaius Gracchus - one of the richest men in the Empire.'