Flavius turned and Theosos placed a hand upon his shoulder in consolation. “Shall I call out for the cell master?” he asked. “Scutorious can have Belinda back here before tomorrow night.”

“No.” said Flavius and he turned back. “I shall not need Belinda.” And Theosos was startled as Flavius took him in his arms. “I shall not need her at all.” And his lips went to Theosos’ and Flavius kissed him.

Theosos was numb at first, then returned the kiss with ardor if also with bewilderment. When Flavius released him, he said, “I am here, and willing.” he said. “But I thought you did not care for men.”

“I cannot bed a woman any longer, for fear she would bear a child for our Master. But you, I can bed without worry. It is better to be with someone than to be alone.”

“That is...a very Greek way of looking at things.” And Theosos reached for those lips in his own turn, and his own arms lifted up to encircle Flavius.

Flavius’ large, rough hands went down to clasp Theosos’ buttocks and he ground his crotch against Theosos’ own organ, Theosos felt the huge shaft of the gladiator pressing against his abdomen, only the fabric of Flavius’ loin wrap warded it from directly contacting his body, for his flimsy tunic had lifted up with the insertion of those beefy, scarred hands behind to bare him upwards to nearly his waist. The loin wrap was held in place by a thick leather belt, this belt jabbed Theosos’ navel as he was held nearly off his feet against Flavius’ washboard-rippled stomach. He felt that strength holding him, pressing against him, muscles that moved against him like so many individual living things, and Flavius’ lips went to his neck and nibbled the tender, sense-filled skin there, sending moist, tingling thrills through his body, and Theosos moaned, and his own cock rose to nestle under Flavius’ basket and nudge there the source of virility that now pulsed and throbbed against him.

Flavius felt it and growled and he lifted Theosos bodily and with Theosos’ cock now touching that wonderfully taut and ripped stomach, he carried Theosos over to his bed and lay him down upon it, and placed himself on top of the young Greek.

Theosos fumbled at the leather belt, he knew the accouterments of men’s clothing well as he had to disrobe his Master and their guests for bathing, sometimes while supporting the drunken man bodily as he did so. But the position was wrong even so, and Flavius pushed his hands away, rose up on his knees and undid his buckle and cast away the belt, and then Theosos followed it by grasping and discarding the unwinding loin wrap from Flavius’ midsection, and nude, Flavius lowered himself yet again. Theosos felt the huge organ throb against his leg and he gasped. He was no woman that lust could lubricate her private parts into receptive state.

“Flavius, please, let me tend you first that you may enter me easier.” he pleaded as those masculine lips nipped at his neck once again.

Flavius growled again, but that was a growl of frustration and he yielded. “Then do it quickly.” he snarled. “I had that bountiful female at me for five days and no chance to ease myself, and my pleasure is rife within me. Do not delay me in this.”

“I shall be quick.” Theosos promised and he exchanged positions with Flavius, putting the huge man beneath him and he squirmed down to where his knees were at Flavius’ feet, and his face could reach the now-towering pillar of manhood. It was huge and bore a thick layer of foreskin at its tip, within those velvety folds glistened the incipient fluid of seed to be released.

Theosos grasped that column of Germanic majesty and pulled the skin down, watched the foreskin unwrap and slide back to show the purplish bulb of enraged glans and the gleam of precome was stronger than ever, for it flooded out and engulfed the cockhead as he exposed it.

Theosos reached down and his lips kissed the glowing globe and then pressed his mouth on over it and the huge orb’s flare rippled past his lips and Flavius moaned, and one enormous hand grasped Theosos’ head and pushed down upon him peremptorily.

Theosos had not endured such treatment from another since his boyhood, but he at least now could deal with the result more easily, his mouth and throat had been trained, inured, to this fleshy insertion. He flexed the muscles he needed to flex and his mouth’s water flowed as freely as it could, and Flavius’ dong slid thus unimpeded deeply within Theosos’ throat before it hung and could move no more. Flavius didn’t pause, he immediately pulled Theosos’ head back, Theosos’ lips clung tight to wring the pleasure out of Flavius’ rod as the foreskin crumpled and gathered within his mouth, and when the glans reached those silken folds, Flavius groaned and paused, made a few rapid mini-hunches to move his glans back and forth within that zone of passion, and then he thrust Theosos down again hard and Theosos’ throat was again filled to capacity and further down even with that hard cock.

More movements of Theosos upon Flavius’ prod and Flavius moaned, paused and yanked Theosos off his organ entirely. “Enough. I am ready and more than ready.”

“As am I.” Theosos gasped out through his sex-ravaged throat, a guttural sound. He cleared his throat with a gurgle and tried again, “I think you will not rip me asunder now.”

“I know my size is more than most.” Flavius said. “Many a Roman matron has forgotten her modesty long enough to mention it to me. I shall take my care with you as I can.”

“I am grateful.” Theosos said as he lifted his tunic away and exposed his entire body to his German lover. “May I use my own talents from above?” He demonstrated by rising to his feet and straddling Flavius upon the bed, and then squatted toward the now-spit-gleaming tower that awaited him.

“You may begin.” Flavius granted him and then followed with, “But once I am within you, I will take over.”

“As you wish.” Theosos guided the prong to his anus with care and delicacy. He got the huge sphere of the glans carefully aimed and began to press down. His nether regions had not received much attention lately, he ruefully admitted to himself, for his duties in the baths left him little time to dally with the other slaves, most of which were more entertained by the distaff side of the available slaves. A few of Scutorious’ friends had dallied with him upon occasion (and the silver with which they adorned his palm after was welcome to a man who got little such from his owner), and he had given them as much pleasure as he could, but Flavius’ manhood dwarfed them all.

Flavius was patient for a man in the throes of lust, he groaned and murmured and made bestial noises within his throat as Theosos wormed the huge man-snake deeper within his bowels. His body knew this sensation well enough to accept the most of it, and as for the rest...well, his body would stretch and where it would not stretch, it would heal. Only a small amount of pain creased his face as he squirmed the majority of the organ within him.

“I can take no more.” he gasped after a time. “If you will permit me to move upon you a time of my own power, I can adjust in a while for more.”

“This will do.” Flavius said. “Now let me be over you.”

Theosos grunted, but managed to get onto his knees without dislodging that huge prong, and there he could lie down upon Flavius and hold to him, when he did so, Flavius rolled both of them over and was atop Theosos and his muscled behemoth of a body could dominate the lovemaking.

Theosos locked his heels into the bends of Flavius’ knees and held on. Now, he must endure and with luck, enjoy, what was to happen. It had first happened to him when he was fifteen, mating with a very gentle older man, that his body had discovered the pleasure in what had been, until then, only a miserable experience of violation. He had exploded against that lover with a violence that had shaken his very soul. He had fallen madly in love with the man, and been desolated when after a few trysts, the man had discarded him for another, and younger youth. His sale at the auction block had come soon after.

Flavius was lusty and he fucked at Theosos ass with a roughness that reflected his rough life. Those hugely muscled hips rammed the hard dong deep into Theosos with rapidly smooth motions that Theosos found stroked his prostate with undeniably pleasurable results. His cock was slapped against Flavius stomach with each thrust, striking the taut skin like a drumstick upon its drum, thump-thump-thump-thump-thump! Theosos held onto Flavius as his passion grew within him, and he pressed his cock tighter and began to rub himself as Flavius continued to pound his butt.

And as his desire rose, he clutched at Flavius the tighter. “Oh, oh, Gods and Goddesses, I am near!” he gasped. “You please me, Flavius, you please me greatly!”

Flavius’ own face was flushing with his rapture and he grumbled with the low roar of a bear in the arena, and he humped Theosos and Theosos’ fingers dug into Flavius’ back and Flavius gasped in the shock of that sudden pain and that translated in him into passion and his grumble turned into a loud howl of ecstasy and Theosos felt the hot rushing flood of spunk as it squirted into him and he spasmed and creamed all over Flavius’ stomach as Flavius’ jizz flowed out of his ass, and the rough, raunchy smell of male sperm filled the room.

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