Sex and Violence: The Arena of Life

 

 

The crowd cheers, a mixture of hysteric women and lustful men, desperate to see blood shed on the sands. The master has come to give him a pep talk. “This is your twenty-first fight, you have never lost a match, win this battle and your name will become legendary! You will be a hero, women will throw themselves at you!” He says with a sleazy smile and a tap on the shoulder. The master knows exactly how to motivate his most favoured slave.

 

Women will pay a lot of money for the privilege of sleeping with a gladiator. There will no doubt be a steady flow of noblewomen coming to his cell through the night over the next few weeks. The privilege of being such a prized slave, guilt free women for it will be the master not Brutus who will be punished should any scandal come of it. He will win this match, he has to, there is far too much lust inside him not to reap the rewards.

 

Brutus checks the balance of his sword and tightens the grip around his knuckle duster. As he walks through the threshold the cheers become a deafening roar that makes the hairs stand up on the back of his neck. Several women untie the knots behind their necks letting the top of their dresses fall to reveal their breasts and they scream at the top of their voices vying for his attention.

 

He picks out one one woman from the crowd, he finds the most attractive, a brunette standing in the gallery where only the rich can afford to sit. She has slightly smaller than average breasts yet pert and supple looking and long dark hair. He looks her in the eye with a sly grin and points at her with his sword before blowing her a kiss. She blushes and the crowd begins to chant his name. “Brutus... Brutus... Brutus!”

 

He raises his hand to silence the crowd then regards his opponent almost as an after thought. Luscious the viscous, he’s come all the way from Tuscany, Capua’s biggest rival for the great annual tournament in Rome. Gladiatorial contest is as much if not more about showmanship than fighting. People won’t pay to see it if the opponents die too quickly, too cleanly. They are here for the novalty, the mob is a fickle lover, like any woman, if you perform well they will come back.

 

“I’m going to cut your heart out!” Luscious bellows as he drops his shield and aggressively draws a concealed dagger for dramatic effect making the crowd cheer. He’s good, very good! Brutus says the first thing that comes into his head. “I will fuck you to death!”

 

They both turn and face the magistrate and wait for him to give the signal to begin. He waves his hand and the fight begins. They circle each other looking for an opening. Then all of a sudden luscious pounces. Brutus side steps, turning on the spot. Luscious is fast, almost too fast, almost. Luscious turns quick enough to block a strike to his exposed back. They exchange blows in rapid succession, the crowd cheers in a frenzy.

 

They fight just long enough to amuse the crowd and arouse the lust that lies between sex and violence but they soon begin to tire, stances become sloppy, blows become weaker until openings arise. Brutus tries to steal a quick glance at the beautiful woman and a sharp sting cuts across his arm as Luscious’ blade cuts him. The pain snaps him out of it. He gets in close, splitting Luscious’ helmet with his sword. Luscious removes his helmet.

 

Brutus has a split second to react. He deliberately parries Luscious’ sword in the wrong direction and takes hold his dagger, looking him in the eye as he takes the weapon from his hand and tucks it in his own belt. Brutus swings at Luscious’ other wrist, the crowd cheers as the sword severs all the tendons in luscious’ arm his wound gaping and his sword drops to the floor. Brutus drops his sword and drives his fist upwards into Luscious’ chin.

 

The full brunt of the knuckle duster shatters his jaw and tiny fragments of teeth and blood erupt from his mouth stunning him. It’s over. Brutus looks over to the magistrate who gives Brutus permission to kill the slave. With a kick to the back of the knee he forces Luscious down onto his knees, this is not a homo erotic story but this momentous execution merits a brief mention if only to put across the sheer virtuosity and Brutality of his namesake.

 

There are only two things in this world that Brutus cares for, sex and violence, to him they are one and the same and here they meet. He stabs luscious in the kidney with his own dagger and then proceeds to rip off Luscious’ clothes making the women in the crowd blush. Pulling him up by his hips Brutus gets his cock out and viciously impales luscious penetrating him with a single un-lubricated stab to the anus. He drops to the floor and dies in agony.

 

***

 

He returns from the apothacary to his cell, his arm sewn back up. He is greeted by the woman with the perky breasts. She gets down on her knees in front of him and removes his meaty sword from it’s canvas prison, still unwashed since it’s last violation. Fighting always brings on a hot wave of lust within him and he gladly welcomes her attention. It feels good inside her mouth a relaxing wave of relief passing through his body.

 

She takes his pommel deep inside her mouth barely able to take it’s length, now embedded within her throat. She moistens as much of his shaft as possible with a thick layer of drool. Sucking on his entire shaft, caressing thick veins with her tongue, she is enjoying pleasuring her champion and he can feel her thorax vibrate as she hums with delight. Her heart is pounds but she wants more, she wants him to penetrate her.

 

Barley a minute in, having done little more than simply fluff him up, she turns around, and bends over, presenting her sex. Her cunny is a beautiful work of art, a fine lean vulva with glistening lips inviting him in for a deep kiss. He can’t refuse even if he wanted to but right now he wants her more than anything. Tunnel vision sets in, ignoring the guards in this moment his entire world revolves around her.

 

He sheaves his fleshy sword inside her warm vagina, right up to the hilt, such a perfectly tight fit. She is soaking wet, dripping wet even, her sweet cunny a divine gooey mess, warm and accommodating. She brings him such pleasure that his heart skips a beat and she shouts out loud with joy at being impaled by such a prime specimen. She is one of the best he has ever had, so tight yet not too tight and so wet and slippery that she can easily accommodate him.

 

He easily slides in and out of her like a water pump, there is just enough friction for it to become incredibly satisfying for them both with very little effort. She can feel every last inch of him inside her, her lips kissing his scrotum as he presses his firm sweaty body against her fine round buttocks, both desperately trying to grind it in even deeper with each stroke despite already being balls deep.

 

She can just feel the tip press against her cervix but not quite hard enough to cause any discomfort. It feels so good having him inside her and she moans with approval egging him on to take her even harder. Her breaths become shallow, her breathing in time with his deep grinding motion. She gasps, unable to take deep breaths any more, his long deep strokes making her chest tense up.

 

He pulls all the way back so her lips just kiss his helmet and then thrusts in deep again and a again, a steadily increasing speed, desperately trying to recreate that divine sensation when he first entered her and she took his breath away. It feels so good inside her, he wants to slow down and make it last for ever but feels so good inside her. They soon reach a galloping pace as she starts to grind against his firm toned body.

 

He can see the back of her rib cage expand and contract, desperately gasping for air like a fish out of water. She soon starts to go weak in the knees, drifting forward he wraps his hands firmly around her waist, violently forcing her hips back onto his body, pounding her into submission. It takes all his stamina to hold back. Just a little more, he wants to feel her cum before he plants his seed inside her.

 

She groans as if she has taken a knife to the stomach her body tensing and spasming uncontrollably. The action makes him shudder a little as pure joy shoots through his own body, he tenses up and he moans as if he’s just jumped in an icy lake. Even the cook must be able to hear them now! He can feel the joy build up inside him, he has to cum, he needs to cum inside her, it feels so good he’ll go insane if he doesn’t.

 

He can feel beads of sweat form on his face as he starts to loose his breath. They can both feel her nectar soak his scrotum and vulva as a mixture of his sweat and her cum starts to drip down his inner thigh. She smells so good. He wants to taste her so bad but that would mean stopping, he can’t stop he is caught up in a heavenly frenzy. The pleasure must be all hers or she won’t come again and she is amongst the best he’s ever had.

 

He feels her spasm around him and then shudder as she cums once more, her sweet sticky love dripping down her own thighs now, the sensation of her jerking enough to bring him over the edge. He stops holding back, he can’t hold back any more! He wants to release a primal scream but a loud groan escapes his mouth instead. He feels the need to bite down on something and slaps her buttocks hard with an echoing crack.

 

She starts to buck and he grasps her hips in a vice like grip as if she were trying to escape, he has her exactly where she wants to be, she’s lost all control of her body, arms tingling she needs him to hold her in place for just a moment longer. The tension is almost tangible as they both approach a monumental climax. She moans again finally pushing him over the edge, they both shudder as he cums inside her, her own cum dripping down her leg.

 

She loses all control of her body as he lets go of her hips and she flops to the floor as if dead. She starts to shiver and goose pimples form all over her body despite the unbearable heat. His body is unable to do his bidding, he lays on top of her desperately trying to follow through but the pleasure is too intense like an extreme sharp pain shooting through his body only far more pleasant and addictive.

 

Instead he plays with her hair and kisses her on the neck. His shaft still quite engorged with his hot blood flops out smearing the back of her thighs with their cum. She is covered from head to toe in sweat, it looks as if she has just swam at great speed and climbed out of a pool. They finally catch their breath. “I enjoyed that” He holds her in his arms. “What’s your name?”

“My name is Claudia Magnus.” She gasps, her legs still numb she just lays there and they kiss in recovery preparing for round two.