1 comments/ 35493 views/ 13 favorites The Greek Society Ch. 01 By: BigWig69 I remember talking to a mate at work about how much I missed my old playing days in football and longed for that team camaraderie, getting together after for drinks. I really missed it. He told me that he recently joined a new club and that if I wanted to come check it out, I was welcome to come. I asked what it was called and he said it was the Greek Society. "The Greek Society? What the hell is that, buggery, debauchery, "I said laughing? "Funny, but there is some interesting and fun things to do there, that's for sure" "So, what's it all about?" "It's hard to describe and I'll need to ask you some questions before I decide to bring you along, but not to worry, I think you'll love it. We honor the Greek traditions of honor, athletic glory, intellectual debate, fine dining and respect, admiration and production of wine, and we also have some traditions of our own. It is a fabulous place to network and I have already increased my business by 15 % since joining six months ago." "Sounds cool, when do you go?" "Oh you can go by whenever you want, Thursday night is Olympia night and that is when most members tend to go. There is a subject chosen each week for debate based on a suggestion box, and each night there are several athletic competitions. Because the Greeks competed in so many events, we chose wrestling as most of the men enjoy the one to one combat and tremendous exercise benefits of it." "One question, the Greeks competed in the nude and considered sex with young men, glorification of the male body. There isn't any of that crap going on is there?" "No, we are not pedophiles; this is a classy club with good guys and successful businessmen from all walks of life. There are no female members however and some of the members do engage in the Greek custom of honoring and cherishing the male physique. "Have you done that with any of the members?" "Every week my friend let me explain all of it and you'll see why, I have become a lover of the male physique and man to man combat and sex. First of all you have to be accepted and the cost is high, but the perks are tremendous. "There is a standard uniform that we all wear while we are in the club and you have to submit to grooming before you can enter." "What is the costume and what kind of grooming are we talking about?" "Ancient Greeks, considered body hair to be grotesque, especially around the genitalia and the legs, it was tolerated on the upper body, but not below. The outfit has two parts, if you are considering debate, then you don a toga, that is a sign of respect for the serious nature of the discussions, before entering the debate chamber. We all wear the same thing under the togas and if you are not debating that is all you wear in the club. It is essentially a slave tunic; we honor the humility of the slaves and the glory of the gladiator by wearing the slave tunic. It is a loin cloth with a short outer drape or skirt and a leather belt with a shoulder strap attached. We also wear lace-up sandals to mid-calf. There is no underwear worn underneath the tunic. The uniforms are beautiful, white with gold leaf trim and beautiful Italian leather belts and shoes." "It sounds a little sparse and who does the grooming, that is the big question?" "The grooming is done by a man hired by the club, he is an Italian guy, short, powerful build, and he used to wrestle and sometimes competes in the Olympia. He was a barber and does an incredible job. You have to allow him to groom or they will not let you in, as his standard is the club's standard. It is actually very nice; you are bathed, massaged and then covered in expensive oils and lotions for the waxing and shaving." "Waxing, oh man, I think I just changed my mind" "Relax, it only hurts for a second and the creams and lotions he has, ease the pain really quickly. It feels amazing, honestly?" "Okay, I can live with that, but the outfit is a tad unusual isn't it." "As I said it is a tribute to the gladiator spirit and when you wrestle, believe me, you don't want anything more than that, it gets hot very fast and more clothes would just impede your movements." "Okay, so tell me about the wrestling, how does that work?" "There is a challenge board, you can challenge anyone in the club and work you way up to the top, there are weight classes too, and you always fight within ten pounds of your weight, up or down. If you are challenged you have to accept the challenge, you cannot deny the challenge. You can only challenge one level up, you cannot go right to the top, unless they challenge down to you. Make sense?" "Yeah, but what happens when you win?" "Let me explain how the fight goes. The ring is large, circular shaped, each contestant stands facing each other, there are giant bowels of fire, on each corner, there is a large balcony facing the ring and on the other sides are the spectators standing around on a raised platform behind a railing. The two fighters face each other, toeing a line about 3o feet away from each other in the middle of the ring. There are drummers all along the edges of the ring, pounding on giant drums and also, guardians, incredibly strong and highly skilled men, hired by the club to referee the fight and keep the combatants from fleeing the ring. Once you agree to the challenge and enter the ring, you cannot leave or submit. You wrestle until your opposition taps out, passes out or is pinned 2 out of three times. If you tap out and the 4 Greek Society Elders, who sit in the balcony and oversee the fight, rule that it is too soon, you must continue to fight or be expelled from the club. Cheating during a match or excessive violence will also result in your expulsion and the guardians are not gentle about it either. Our code of honor means everything to us. Punching and kicking and any other form of cheating is not allowed. You must wrestle in the traditional style and be Greek, fight fair and hard." "Wow, this sounds incredible, tell me more!" "The fight itself follows an ancient gladiator ritual; both combatants enter the ring to the pounding of the ceremonial drums, escorted on either side by the guardians. The guardians are distinguished from us by their clothing; they wear nothing but a tight girdle and a neckpiece." "A girdle? You're kidding me?" "A girdle is a Greek thong, thicker in the back, but a thong. Both fighters face and bow to the elders. They then stand for inspection and upon receiving the nods from the Elders proceed to the lines drawn at opposite ends of the ring. They stand and face each other and then the crowd which must remain silent until this point, begins to chant and cheer for each opponent. Both opponents wait for the gong from the elders and then they charge at each other full steam and launch themselves in the air at each other, thus beginning the fight. After the collision they wrestle, full bore until there is a victor. Sometimes the initial collision is the whole fight. There is a Scotsman who is particularly deadly at the opening lunge; he is very strong and tough. No-one enjoys fighting him and he has remained at the top of our weight class since he joined. He knocks out or has a tap out in every fight. No-one has pinned him or taken a pin from him." "Sounds like a challenge?" "You would be advised to work your way up to that. The closing ritual will offer you more of a reason for that." "What happens?" "After a victor has been decided, the submission ball is rolled out into the middle of the ring. The ball is a large metal ball, with chains on the sides, top and bottom. The loser is chained to the ball by the victor who drags his conquest to the ball. The full submission after a loss is considered honorable, and most of the men are gentle. The loser is splayed on top of the ball and cuffed to the chains by their hands and finally their feet, spread wide apart on the ball, which is quite large. Then the guardians come forth and prepare the loser for final conquest." "What is that?" The victor claims his spoils. The guardians prepare the vanquished with lubrication and a special herbal rub, that opens them up and the victor climbs on top and has sex with the vanquished in front of the whole ring. It is considered a great honor to enjoy the conquest and be a good sport about the loss and you will enjoy it. There is something in the herbal rub that makes you feel incredible and opens you right up, making the penetration much easier?" "Man, this is crazy, I don't know about this public humiliation and anal sex, this is fucked up man." "It's not fucked up; it is a tradition that you have to experience to understand. There is something about the rub that makes the sex feel incredible and having sex after vigorous exercise is a great feeling. The cheering and people watching make it even more erotic. Trust me, win or lose you can't go wrong." I am allowed to bring a guest; however you must be blindfolded until we are in the club. Why don't you come and watch and see what you think? "I have to admit I am curious, so count me in." "This Thursday, I'll bring you alone, pick you up at 7, don't be late." Thursday came quickly and Jack showed up on time at 7. I was feeling oddly horny and turned at the prospect of going to this club, I had always had suppressed curiosities about man to man sex. I remembered staring at bulges and cocks and balls and wondering if it was weird, but I liked looking. As I got older it got more intense and I had fantasized about sex with a man and it made me horny. This society could be perfect for me. We arrived at the club and checked in. "You need to go to the grooming area first. Even guests have to submit to this, it is a club rule." "That's fine, I might even enjoy it." "Oh you will, believe me. Come on let's go." There was a line-up of about 10 guys, in front of us, all different sizes and descriptions, however, everyone seemed in good shape. "Everyone seems to work out here?" "They have a great gym and personal trainers available whenever we need, and instruction in wrestling, throwing and grappling. The instructors are very good and in very good shape. Also very good looking and they all wear the same outfit as us, very hot." The line moved quickly and it was our turn. We stepped into a large locker room area, found an open set of lockers and placed our clothes inside, putting on large white cotton robes and slippers and made our way to the showers. We showered and toweled off and went to wait in the waiting area outside the grooming room. Finally it was our turn and we were shown into a large room with several beds, barbers chairs, sinks and mirrors everywhere. We were instructed to lie down on the beds by Vito, the groomer and his assistants began to prepare us for the groom. It was very fast and efficient and quite sensual. First I was washed all over my cock and balls and ass, in the cracks everywhere by hot, scented towels that seemed to relax me somehow. Then the hard part, as Vito came over and spread hot wax, all over my buttocks, in my crevices and up my perineum to the edge of my balls and inner thighs, and then wham, yanked it off. It stung like crazy, until, one of his young and rather hot assistants spread a cooling herbal gel all over. He took his time and his slender fingers were magical. They repeated the process on my legs, front and back and all over my groin, framing my cock and balls in a nice V. Then Vito himself came over and grabbed my cock and balls quite firmly and nodded, "Very nice work, now I finish for you" and he smiled suggestively at me. "You new here huh, you going to like, I can feel it." He squeezed my balls firmly as he said this smiling and I felt my cock growing hard and thick and he smiled even more. He was short, about five five, but stocky and strong like a bull, his forearms, were rippling with muscle and very thick, like a baseball players. "First I must prepare you for shave huh?" And he smiled, his thick moustache curling up and his coal black eyes twinkling. "He reached into a metal bowl and grabbed a hot towel and wrapped my cock and balls in the towel. I gasped at the hot towel on my balls and squirmed until it felt comfortable. Vito laughed at me and waited looking in my eyes with animal intensity. Finally he slowly unwrapped the towel. "Aaah I think you are almost ready. Final preparations now and he smiled that devilish smile again. He leaned over and slowly licked up the underside of my now raging hard cock and tracing the outer edge of my cock head, licked all around and then stuck his tongue into my slit. It felt incredible and I leaned back and decided to enjoy this, as I hadn't had a good blow job in a long time. He licked slowly around each ball grasping my hips with his powerful arms, drawing me deep into his mouth. I was going to cum soon and then I felt his tongue on my ass and I arched high in the air in full ecstasy at the delicious feel of his tongue in my clean waxed hole. It was incredible and when he slowly lowered his mouth onto my cock and then drew back slowly sucking on my shaft, I blasted a load deep into his mouth. He swallowed it all pulling me tighter into his mouth, growling as he swallowed my load. He lifted his head and patting my stomach smiled at me. "Now I can shave these beautiful gems uh", and he bent down again and took both of my balls into my mouth sucking and rolling them around his tongue. I felt myself growing hard again and he lifted up slurping and smiling. "Time to shave." He covered my aching balls and erect haft in thick, luxurious shaving crème and quickly and beautifully shaved me clean on my balls and shaft. I felt sleek, sexy and powerful. He turned and yelled next and winked at me with that devil's smile again and I smiled back. This man had the best job in the world, he loved cock and he got to touch and suck the best of them, once a week at least. We made our way into the dressing area and I was measured and fitted with a tunic, shoulder strap, sandals and belt. Everything fit great and I had to admit I loved the feel of the soft, brushed cotton tunic on my smooth balls and ass. It was amazing. I felt strong in this outfit, like a warrior. We made our way into the great hall, walking down the hall of champions, when suddenly this guy brushed by me almost knocking me over, and not saying a word. "I shouted at him, hey watch out!" "He turned, silvery, brown hair, short about five ten, thick shoulders, hairy silvery brown chest hair and powerful legs, thick, knotted muscle around his knee caps and powerful calves. He had ice blue eyes with a strong, challenging look to them. I caught myself looking at his groin and noticed his thick, bulging balls and a semi-erect cock that looked delicious straining against his tight tunic that he wore really short an hiked up. He had great looking nuts and a nice thick cock, long too. I looked up quickly too see him smiling at me. "You better watch yourself; mate" and he winked at me. I turned to my friend and said, "Let me guess, that was the Scotsman. He nodded back and I turned to see a great ass walking away, firm round cheeks, like a black man's an had the strangest thought, if losing meant having him on top of me, maybe fighting him wouldn't be so bad. The Greek Society Ch. 02 I felt more than a little pissed off at this Scottish guy. Who the hell did he think he was? I asked my friend and he said that he wouldn't be here long; they were just waiting for a good excuse to get rid of him as everyone was tired of his attitude. However he was a great brawler, good looking and charming in a rogue's way, so it seemed to be buying him time here. I told my buddy I needed to use the bathroom and he said he would meet me at the entrance to the ring as he wanted to talk to one of the Elders about m my joining the club. The bathroom was down a long corridor and as I made my way down, I couldn't shake the feeling I was being followed. I turned back a couple of times and nothing, just the shadows cast on the stone walls by the torch lights. Everything here was so authentic; it really transported you to another time and place. I was beginning to really like this place and I was feeling pretty turned on wearing this get up. The material was incredibly soft, I could feel it caressing my smooth balls, cock and ass as I walked and my cock was throbbing with delight. I wasn't sure how I was going to pee in this thing, so I just slipped my cock out the side of the tight undertunic and had a pee which was difficult with a semi-erect cock that felt like silk after Vito's delicate shaving and waxing. I shook and stroked my aching cock and looking around quickly, kept sliding my fingers up and down my silky shaft. Ahh man this felt good, these guys did an incredible job, it felt like velvet, silky, beautiful. I was a little uncomfortable doing this here, so I decided I had better get back to meet my friend. I tucked in my now fully erect cock and pulled my tunic up nice and tight against my balls and ass. Everyone seemed to wear theirs high, and as I looked in the mirror, I could see the outline of my smooth round balls hanging below the edge of the gold embossed tunic and it looked hot. I left the bathroom and turned to go down the hallway when wham, someone locked me in a vice like hammer lock from behind, reached around between my legs and squeezed with a insanely powerful grip on my nuts. I gasped for breath and felt weak in the knees from the enormous pressure on my neck and balls. "Better watch out eh sunshine. Who did you think you were talking to, one of your faggot friends." The fucking Scottish prick had pearl harbored me and I couldn't move, I was already dizzy from the hammer lock and the paralyzing grip on my balls. "You feel a little hard down here, where you enjoying yourself or where you thinking of me?" The truth was I had been thinking of his beautiful round ass, thick powerful legs and meaty cock and balls. I nodded weakly, too powerless to resist him. His smell, was magnificent, powerful, aromatic and pushing my groin into his hand, I muttered, "Squeeze me" He laughed and squeezed hard, so hard I cried out in pain and enjoyment. I was turned on by this. He really locked tight and I gasped thrashing around in pain and pleasure in his powerful arms. Suddenly he released my balls and rubbed furiously against my swollen shaft with the palm of his hand. "Would you like to cum all over this nice tunic, boy-o, what do you say? I nodded again and laughing he spun me around and locked on to my balls again with his powerful grip yanking me towards him so I was inches from his face. With his other hand he grasped me at the nape of my neck and dug his fingers in behind my ears. I had the strangest sensation, like I was floating and noticed that my arms were now hanging backward by my side. He was holding me up in this position, arms outstretched, my balls gripped tight and my groin thrust forward towards him, legs reeling, loose, rubbery but still standing, barely. "Do you like my little hold; it numbs your arms, leaves you pretty much fucked while I hold you like that. But you like this feeling don't you." I did and I nodded again, feeling shamed at my submissiveness, but powerless to fight it. He squeezed hard again and I gasped arching backwards from pain and pleasure. He was pulling me towards him and as I looked in his eyes, I saw something I hadn't seen. He looked turned on and had a soft look there for a second, compassion towards me. He caught me looking and pulled me hard into his mouth. He kissed me deeply, strong. Parting my lips with his tongue, he drove his tongue aggressively into my mouth, crushing my balls at the same time. His tongue plowed against mine, twirling and sucking on it, like candy. He bit my lower lip and sucked hard on it, pulling me forward into him, deeply into his very being. We were both moaning now and I saw the softness again. "I could get to like you, sunshine," he said, smiling. His eyes were grey blue, like a wolves and I felt my knees trembling with a desire I had never felt. I kissed him back in response, softly sucking on his beautiful mouth. He was still squeezing my balls and I leaned back supported by his power and said, "I'll be whatever you want me to be, right now." His look changed and he snarled, "You'll be what I tell you." He grabbed me hard by the back of my hair and pulled me down to my knees. "Take a good look at what you'll be getting later." I found myself looking straight up his tunic at a magnificent set of balls. Full, thick round and straining the tight cotton of his tunic that wrapped tight against his wonderful ass, a thin line of cotton, moving back up his crack away from his balls. He had his tunic pulled up really tight and it showed every inch of him. His cock was raging, long and thick, the veins strained against the thin material. I wanted it so bad, I was practically drooling. I wanted to suck on those big heavy balls and have that cock rammed down my throat. "Listen, I think I might be able to like you but don't get carried away and all mushy with me, it makes me want to smash in your face." I nodded and waited in hunger. He spread my legs with his sandaled feet and brought me underneath his tunic. I was so close to him, I could smell his heavenly musk, emanating like a wolf in heat. It was pungent and sweet at the same time and I drank it in pressing my face against his balls. He pulled out that wonderful cock and I had a glimpse for the first time. It was pink, long, and thick, with a small, button like head. "Take me in your throat and drink my milk, drink me deep." He arched my head back and I opened wide, as he slid his thick cock into my mouth, dragging it slowly across my moist lips. He grasped my throat with his free hand and began massaging it. "Take me all the way down." I gasped at the size of him as his cock nudged the back of my throat and then it popped in, down my throat, his hand massaging it forward. I lay trapped, kneeling on the floor, dressed in a Greek Gladiator's tunic, with a strangers cock buried deep in my throat. It was magnificent. He pushed and pulled slowly and surely, that thick Scottish cock, deep down in me. "Put your hands on my ass, and feel me, all over," he commanded. I reached under his tunic and slid my hands under the tight, soft cotton, grasping his beautiful ass, round, smooth and firm. He had an amazing ass and I explored all over it, in the cracks under the recesses of his buttocks, sucking and drinking in his cock all at the same time, him reefing on my hair pulling me back and forth, massaging my willing throat into taking him all the way down to his soft, silky swirl of pubic hair. I felt him shudder and moan and then he came deep into my throat, I gasped and he held me firm, as I drank it all slurping and swallowing deep in the back of my throat. His taste was strong, and my throat was sore, but I craved it even more as I licked his sweet shaft clean, dipping my tongue into the top of his cock and cleaning him all the way down to his balls. I couldn't stop, he was so hot. "Your balls must be ready to burst by now, maybe I can help," and he laughed, helping me to my feet. Suddenly, he spun me around, and pushed me against the wall, coming in behind me like a jungle cat, his powerful grip on my balls again, I had my arms against the wall and my legs splayed wide as he reached around me and twisted my nipple hard, biting into my neck. "I want to feel you soak this little outfit for me." I moaned and said, "Let me come for you." He squeezed hard again, my aching balls shuddering under his powerful grasp. As he twisted my nipple hard with his fingers, he grasped my cock over my tunic and squeezing it started jacking me off, hard up and down my cock rubbing against the delicate cotton. I was panting and moaning out of control and I spread my legs wider and rode his mighty hand, coming all over myself. It was the greatest orgasm I had ever had. I leaned, spent against the wall as his strong arm encircled my waist, kissing my neck softly. "That was amazing; you can take a lot can't you?" "More than you know I said, feeling a little cocky." "Really, would you like to try a little round in the ring with me? The good part is if you lose, I get this" He jabbed his thumb against my hole through my soaked tunic and I shuddered at his touch. "I'll take that challenge," I said without thinking. "I'll make the arrangements, "he said with a serious look and he strode off down the hall, me quivering with lust, fear and anticipation. The Greek Society Ch. 03 The hallway into the arena was long and dark. I walked slowly, the crescendo of the crowd building. What had I gotten myself into? I was really nervous and scared. The Scotsman was very strong, and reputed to be a dirty fighter. That hold he had used on me, had basically paralyzed me, while he squeezed the hell out of my balls with that vice-like grip. Part of me, a big part of me, was hoping for a quick takedown and then the sweet reward. To feel that powerful body, mount me and fuck me mercilessly in front of hundreds of cheering fellow warriors. That made me very excited and weak in the knees with lust. The balm was incredible; apparently it made entry very smooth and relaxed the tight muscles in your ass, for pure pleasure. The noise of the crowd was at a fever pitch. As I approached the light at the end of the tunnel, I went over my friend's instructions again in my mind, trying to visualize my strategy for this battle. The truth was I wanted to lose, to be chained to the metal ball and powerfucked in front of everyone, but I wanted to put up a good fight as well. It was an interesting dilemma. My friend had practically exploded when he heard I had challenged the Scotsman. "You are an idiot! You have no idea what you have gotten yourself into. Did he seduce you first? I looked up surprised and merely nodded, slowly recognizing that I might have been duped. "That's what he does, you moron, he gets guys so horny and worked up, that they can't wait to get in the ring, and then he absolutely beats the shit out of them. I've never seen a more devastating fighter here and he is merciless, always pushing the edge and not quite going over. I don't know what to say, I shouldn't have left you alone. It's my fault." "How bad can it be? I can take care of myself." I had a black belt in MMA and was pretty strong from regular workouts "Just listen to me. This guy grew up on the streets of Glasgow in one of the toughest ghettos in the world, he redefines nasty and his fighting skills are insane. Listen, I don't want to freak you out, but your best bet is to go out early and try and avoid his opening move. It's pretty severe." "You are freaking me out a bit and to be honest, he's so hot I don't mind losing." "This is the thing; he knows that and uses it to get you in the ring. Once there he will unload on you, trust me. He beat this guy about a month ago, so bad, he hasn't been back and they had to take him out on a stretcher." "What can I do, I have to fight him?" "His opening move is really deadly. You will face each other, and then charge full speed for the beginning of the fight. He launches himself at an angle through the air and will hit guys with a combination knee lift to the groin and elbow smash to the neck. He is lighting fast and even though most of his opponents now its coming, nobody has been able to block it. The fight is pretty much taken out of them with one move and from then on, it's pure devastation. Every single one of his opponents has been carried out of the ring and when he takes his prize, he takes it hard and without mercy. This poor Japanese guy thought he was really tough; showing off his kicks and stretches before the fight. Well he charged at the Scotsman with a wild scream and this maniac knee lifts and elbow smashes the guy so fast he lifted him three feet into the air and he fell unconscious to the ground. This guy was a martial arts expert, and he couldn't block it. Then he drags the guy by the hair to the ball and slams him into the iron, rips off his loin cloth and then leaves him there, naked and humiliated and starts slapping his ass in front of everyone. Then he powerfucked this guy for about ten minutes, it was brutal, the crowd loved it, but the poor guy could barely walk, his ass was so sore." "Sounds kinda good to me actually." "I didn't know you liked it so rough." "Me either, but when he grabbed my balls in this vice-like grip, I was so turned on, I could barely breath. I've never felt so much lust and desire in my entire life. I loved it!" "Well, good luck to you. I've seen one guy survive the opening move, and he slithered underneath him, you might try that. It gave him five more minutes before he got him with a submission hold that had the guy screaming and begging for mercy." "Thanks, I feel so much better." I tried to block out the apprehension and fear from my mind and focused on the lessons of my training. Anticipation, speed, relaxation, power, defense, I soon felt relaxed and confident which was good before a fight. The gong sounded and the time had come. I waited by the entranceway, a guard by my side, nervous as hell, I could barely breath. The second gong sounded for us to enter the ring. I walked into a scene from ancient Rome. Hundreds of men, ringing an arena, cheering and shouting, dust rising off of the arena floor, the din was enormous and terrifying. My opponent loomed larger than life, across the ring, pacing side to side back and forth behind the white lines that marked our starting position. He had a different look on his face than I had seen. He was all business, his eyes cold, almost lifeless. The din of the crowd seemed to fade into the recesses of my mind, as I walked slowly forth, transfixed by his raw, animal power. I shook my head and gathered my thoughts. All I could think of was this deadly opening move and my planned counter. I had to time it perfectly or it would be disastrous. I felt fairly confident in my abilities and began utilizing my chi breathing to calm and energize my self. I felt the warm glow of the chi gong permeating my body, I was ready. The elder stood and silenced the crowd, with the raising of one hand. He was magnificent, tall, grey-haired, with a rock hard physique. He had never been defeated and was one of the most respected men of the Greek Society. His name was Antony and we all admired his presence and regal bearing. "Let this match be conducted with honor, strength and passion. To the victor go the spoils and to the defeated our homage. Let the game begin!" The crowd went wild, cheering and clapping. The elder raised his hand and we waited for his signal, coiled like springs, like two deadly cobras. The tension was palpable in the air and I felt the anxiety break through my chi. I quickly re-focused and then, swiftly the elders arm swooshed down signaling the battle to begin. I raced full speed towards my opponent, covering the 30 yards quickly, light on my toes anticipating this deadly move. He was loping towards me like a gazelle, deceptively quick I was to learn. Suddenly we were near to each other, I watched his eyes and chest for an indication of what he would do and saw nothing. Just as he leaped into the air cross bodied, I, attempting to slide below his deadly strike, felt the pain in my chest first as his forearm smashed into the top of my chest and clavicle, his knee into my kidneys and I flew back hard into the tarmac. I hadn't even seen the move, I was sure I timed it right. Later on I found out that by sliding; the brunt of his force was deflected. It didn't feel deflected to me, as I lay stunned on the ground, struggling for breath, doubled over from his knee. I forced myself onto my front to gather myself for the next attack. He had already circled me, and I felt his arm drive up between my legs, smashing against my tightly clad manhood as his other arm drove down into my neck, driving me face first into the ground. In a flash he had me in a head lock, reverse with his other arm hooked around my leg high into my thigh, bending me into an arch, my neck and back straining under his powerful hold. I felt myself going under. I was furious and frustrated. How could he be defeating me so easily? I fought back hard against his hold but I couldn't budge. "Are you getting sleepy sunshine", he asked in a mocking voice? "I couldn't risk talking; I needed all my strength for my last hope out of this paralyzing hold. I drove my leg up fast and hard, breaking his hand hold and quickly kicked my foot on the ground and flipped myself back over his back, breaking his head hold. I rolled to my feet and shuffled away, shaking my head to get the blood and feeling back. He was up like lightning, smiling at me. We faced off like ancient gladiators, circling each other, the crowd roaring its approval. I decided to stay defensive as he was too dangerous to attack. This was a big mistake. He circled forward like a jungle cat and without any chance of blocking it he pounced, rolling in front of me and kicking high into my midsection. I fell back and he swooped forward like a monkey catching my heel and flipping me onto my back. He jumped in the air and landed on my chest with one knee. I was stunned and hurt. I was completely winded and he knew it. He stood over me, glowering and I was powerless to move. He picked me up and slammed me hard on my back, falling on me with his elbow wedged under my chin, and again my leg lifted high straining my every muscle. He really leaned on me hard and I felt myself slipping under again. He pulled even tighter on my leg, his fingers digging into and under the soft material of my tunic, his palm pressing hard on my balls. I felt my last bit of consciousness, desperately trying to release his hold and then I was out. I awoke to an enormous roar from the crowd and felt myself being lashed to the iron ball, now in the middle of the ring. My hands were lashed to two metal rings and my feet, tied to two rings at the bottom of the ball. I was still clothed, bruised and very disorientated. "My friends, I wish to thank this brave warrior for his noble effort," said the Scotsman to loud cheers from the crowd. "No-one has ever broken that hold before and we salute your courage and skill. I will take you with great honor and respect before our fellow warriors. Bring forth the balm." Two extremely large guards came into the ring one holding a large bowl. They each stood behind me. I felt the Scotsman lean against my secured and bound body, his warm breath in my ear, "I'm going to fuck the living daylights out of you, because that's what you want isn't it sunshine?" I nodded slowly, my cock hardening at the thought of being bull fucked by this sensual warrior. I felt his hands undo my belt, and then with a quick pull he ripped the tunic from my body. There was a hush through the crowd at the aggressiveness of his disrobing and I saw the elder rise to his feet. H e sat slowly down after fixing his serene glare on to my opponent. The guards stepped forward and began the preparation. One guard parted my buttocks, while the other dipped his finger into the bowl and slowly rimmed my hole with the warm, herbal balm. It felt incredible and I arched back into his thick finger. Slowly he inserted it into my hole, turning and corkscrewing his finger all the way up to the knuckle, back and forth slowly It was an incredibly erotic scene, a gay Caligula that had my cock, practically exploding out of its skin. I was humping the hard metal of the ball, without even realizing it, panting like a young dog, the guard now with two fingers driving deep into my tingling ass. I heard the Scotsman's voice behind me, "Alright mate, I'll take it from here before he loses his load for nothing." I felt him press up against me, his hard thick, cock pressing through his tunic, grinding against my naked ass, "Are you ready to be taken, sunshine? I've never liked any of my opponents, a bunch of Nancy's, but you, you're a man, full of fight. It made me very horny fighting you and fucking you is making me go out of my mind." I was so turned on. I really liked him too, I didn't like guys who were too soft, real men, with sensitivity, that's what I liked. I was breathless waiting on him. I felt his fingers probing around my hole, twirling and caressing my aching hole, then one, then two fingers were inside me, pushing deep into me. Then a third finger spreading me wider than I'd ever been. "Is that good sunshine, do you like it? Are you ready for the real thing?" I nodded eagerly spreading my legs and thrusting back into his powerful knuckles. I heard him disrobing and the crowd cheering wildly. I looked up into the crowd to witness an orgy the likes of which I had never seen. Men all through the arena, kissing, sucking and fondling each other in a mad testosterone fuelled frenzy. I saw my friend, bent over the railing, his face contorted as he was taken from behind by a tall, black man, who was fucking him in the open, practically lifting him off the ground. Men were on their knees, heads bobbing up and down, under flimsy sheer togas, sucking cock and drinking in the juices of male manhood. His strong fingers dug into the nape of my neck and he kissed me on the cheek, "Here I come, and then he laughed out loud. I smiled as I felt the round button like head of his cock nudging against my hole. The balm was amazing as I felt like I could take anything up there right now. He pushed slowly, strongly into my hole and I arched back in pain and ecstasy as the thick girth of his shaft filled me completely. I shouted out, as he pulled roughly on my hair, biting my neck and lifting himself up and into me, grabbing onto my shoulder with his free hand, driving his pink, thick manhood deep into my hole. He began thrusting faster and harder pulling himself with both hands around my neck and shoulders, fucking me like a wild beast, flailing against my arm and leg constraints, my naked cock rubbing against the metallic gleam of the ritual ball. I felt him breathing faster; he leaned into my face hard and whispered in my ear, "I think we're going to be friends for a long time sunshine," blasting a huge load deep into my ass, warm geysers of thick sperm coating my hole, and spilling down my inner thigh and leg. He remained clenched tight to me, pumping the last remnants of his manhood, grunting and gasping. He slowly slid off of me and then in a move that surprised everyone, covered me in the ceremonial robe, and undid my restraints. He hoisted me onto his shoulders and walked out of the arena, naked with me over his shoulder like a coveted prize. I lay against him, content and warm in his powerful arms.