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Codes: Mm, mm, violence
Date: 67 AD
Event: Getting to know Xandros
Summary: After a few days in the gladiator school, Xandros (owner and my
new custodian) decides on my career.
Status: Work in progress, codes may change as well, reader beware :-)
So, there I was....  17, having traveled all the way to Capua, because
my father had to sent my away to avoid further trouble with Arminus

Nigellus).  Only to find out that Xandros (a former business associate of
my father) who was suppose to become my custodian, was the owner of a
gladiator school.  Our initial meeting went fine.  Xandros was not without
reason and an extra student for his stable of gladiators was always
welcome. Especially when he came for free and with no strings attached send
by his father.  The short physical examination (which had left me with an
almost painful erect phallus, once Xandros stopped fingering my ass and
tweaking my nipples) was the first time that another man had purposely
attempted (and succeeded) to arouse me.  Of course, in the brothels that my
father and I visited, there had been the occasional group-activity.  And
occasionally touching another man every now and then was unavoidable.  And
even while some of the groping from older guys maybe have been on purpose,
it never made me hard.  The tits, cunts, asses and mouths of the
prostitutes were quite sufficient at that.  But this, this way different.
For the first time I was just with one other mature man in a room.  For
sure the fact that I was totally naked and that my life was at his mercy
(would he accept me or not into the school) before he even approached me,
was part of the difference.  For a man of his bulk he moved with surprising
speed.  One moment he was looking at my torso, the next his left arm kept
me in a bear hug from behind and his right hand rubbed the cleft between
the cheeks of my ass.  This man oozed confidence and simply demanded
obedience.  Nothing in me thought resisting or avoiding his ministrations.
Not that I had any chance to do otherwise...  while gentle, the strength in
his arms and the insistent probing of my ass left no doubt I had to accept
this.  Of course, the fingering of my sphincter together with the rubbing
and pinching of my nipples had the effect Xandros was looking for.  My
phallus raised as fast as an onager being released during battle. 
Satisfied that his new student seemed to be in working in order, he mused a
bit about my possible career paths.  It would be either the Velites or the
Dimachaerus.  None of those were bad choices.  As I would be seeing during
the next days, the Velites wore little armor and fought with a lance and
rope, while the Dimacharus fought and defended themselves with their two
swords.  But all of that would depend on how by body would develop during
those first months of training.

   With a final slap on my ass, as he removed his probing finger from my
sphincter, Xandros send me away.  Leaving my clothes behind (according to
Xandros it was a Greek custom to have the students naked during their
day-to-day activity) I only had to take my sandals and was told to join the
other students in their sleeping quarters.  While most of the gladiators
had rooms that housed two, three or four of them, the best ones had a whole
room for themselves.  However, the, at that time over two dozen, students
simply shared one big suffocating large room on the level below the
gladiators.  Word of them getting a new 'colleague' had already made it way
down and I was greeted by one of the older guys, named Solus, with: "So,
you must be Julius then...  THERE's your sleeping place, if you have to
piss or shit, go THERE...  and in the morning make sure you go on time to
THERE for bathing and breakfast." Each 'THERE' was accompanied by his arm
gesturing in a different direction.  "And if you want THAT taken care of,
you'll have to do it yourself.  We're not allowed to relieve you before
Xandros tells us.  Usually that happens after he eventually has had some
fun with you..." Which suited my just fine, because at 'THAT' he pointed at
my still erect phallus.  The travelling, subsequent interview and
examination and all the new impressions in general had left me exhausted.
'My' bunk, filled with straw, looked more inviting then the cotton covered
mattresses from Prisca and Livia (even if both of them had been sprawled
naked on top), that I had left in such a hurry that short time ago. 
Tucking away the 'Xandros, fun, eventually' somewhere in my head, I dropped
down on the bunk and immediately started paying my dues to Somnus.  Even
Morpheus did not visit me that night.

   The next morning I woke up due the noise of other students making their
way to the bathtubs and from there to the kitchen.  Later I learned that
the baths in the morning were typical for Xandros' school.  Usually
gladiators (and students) only bathe after a fight (or practice).  These,
mandatory, baths in the morning was another one of the Greek customs from
Xandros.  As if it had not deflated at all during the night, my cock was
showing its usual morning erection.  Even the quick dip in the cold water
did not do much to reduce it.  At that time the thought of being naked all
day around lots of other naked guys was stimulating and kept not just my
own phallus erect.  I noticed the same effect on most of the other
students. Some were larger, some were smaller.  But overall it seemed the
Gods had favoured me with a set of cock and balls about which I did not
need to be ashamed.  I followed the other students to the kitchen.  There
we were handed the left-overs from the breakfast of the gladiators.  Most
of them had already started practising, the few gladiators with serious
injuries were allowed to recover in their rooms.

   During the day my task, like most of the students, would be simple. 
After the morning round up, I would take a bucket, walk to the well, lower
the bucket on a rope into the well, fill the bucket, pull up the bucket,
carry it up the 40 steps of the stairs to the big reservoir and empty it.
Just like the rest of the students when they were not called out to do some
other task.  And then it started over again...  back to the well...  ad
infinitum.  While it might seem simple and tedious, we still had to take
care.  The stairs tended to get slippery during the day due to the
occasional splashes of spilled water.  And falling down the height of two
or three grown men can get one quite hurt.  Or worse.  Even on that first
day a student managed to get himself skewered by some practice spears that
had been placed next to the stairs.  At the highest point, just after the
latest bend before he could empty his bucket into the reservoir, he had
lost his footing, slipped and fell down with a scream.  While the spears
themselves were fully made out of wood, they were sturdy and sharp enough
(because of their erect position) to penetrate the leg and torso of the
unlucky boy.  His scream stopped even before the bucket, that also had
fallen with him, stopped bouncing across the ground.  When I turned around
I only saw his body, impaled on the spears, convulse a few times as streams
of blood started to poor down the thick wooden shafts.  Soon followed by
the contents of his bladder and intestines as his body lost the last
control over its muscles.  While I had seen dead people from up close
before, I never had seen anyone actually dying that close to me.  The
gladiators and prisoners getting wounded and killed in the few visits to
the arena, that my father and I had made, always had been far enough away
to not hear the actual bones snap or tendons ripped.  Obviously, you still
saw an arm being sliced of, a belly penetrated by lance, or a leg cut away
below the knee.  But the sounds from that were too faint anyway to reach us
through the continuous roar of the crowd.  Not this time.  I had just come
back from a refill at the well and was about to start yet another ascend on
the stairs.  The scream itself did not startle me, after all, this was a
gladiator-school and all morning I had heard guys scream, shout, yell and
curse during their practice.  What really got my attention was the eery
silence that followed after the crunching sound of the wood sticks
penetrating skin, splintering bones and ripping open arteries and other
organs.  As I looked at the boy (he must have been 13 or 14), he tried to
grab one of the shafts sticking out of his chest, in a feeble attempt to
disengage himself from his inevitable destiny.  But as his eyes glazed
over, his hands slipped as the life gushed out of him and just like his
arms flopping downward, his neck and head did the same.  Finally his limp
body slowly and grotesquely started to slide down on the shafts.  Lower and
lower, with a sickening crunching and obscene slurping sound where blood
provided lubrication.

   Then, a few commands barked by Xandros brought all of us back into
action.  We, the students, were ordered to continue with refilling the
reservoir.  They, the gladiators and the few helpers, pulled out the spears
from the boys body.  At first they tried it careful, hoping that by some
miracle he might survive.  But once they noticed he was truly dead and when
a few thick shafts only pulled the lifeless body of the ground when they
tried to remove the spears, more force was used and even a few sandal clad
feet were used to keep the body on the ground.  Xandros, from the
balustrade, directed the helpers with the dead boy to the back of the
school.  I never saw the boy again.  Later I learned that he, like the
mortal victims of other casualties and fatalities from accidents and
fights, would simply be tossed in one of the mass graves close by the
river. Only the greatest of fighters would get a proper mausoleum, but even
then only if they had secured a sponsor for it.  Looking back on the event
after all these years, I think that Xandros managed it correctly.  The new
students (myself included) learned, and the others got once more
reaffirmed, that life can be short and still will continue for your
survivors once you're dead.

   At the end of the day, after the gladiators had stopped practising,
Nerog and I were summoned to Xandros' quarters.  Nerog was a dark Nubian
guy, bought from local slave traders (who caught him and his family even
further down south) in Tyconpoli close to the river Nile.  He was almost a
full head larger as myself.  And, he had, at that time, about twice the
amount of muscles on his body.  Xandros had, compared to other schools, a
lot of gladiators and students from the far edges of the Empire.  For sure
this also played a role of importance in his the secondary activities of
renting out gladiators, or sometimes even students, to bored wives of
aristocrats, or even the aristocrats themselves.  Rarity can be an
attraction in itself.  When walking to the room, Nerog looked enviously at
the others going to the kitchen and said: "Well, that means no food
tonight. When Xandros is done with us, there will be only scraps and
leftovers if we are lucky at all".  And as a matter of fact he added with a
wry smile: "I guess I'll just have to suck Linus's cock again tomorrow to
get some decent amount of food".  With Linus being the main cook and master
of the kitchen, I know understood the remark he had made that morning when
we met for the first time.  "Oh my, are you skinny...  I guess you will
need lots of extra food to survive here..." While I wasn't exactly skinny,
but for sure I lacked the muscle development that the other students
exhibited.  Of course, Linus' leering eyes roamed my naked and still
somewhat wet body, only to finish their path at my now half erect cock.  He
even licked his lips before he handed over my food.

   Looking at Nerog from aside when we trotted through the hallways, I
noticed he did not seem to worried by the prospect of getting Linus'
phallus shoved down his throat.  The smile was still there and if I was not
mistaken, his own phallus had just become a bit thicker and longer.  But
maybe it was just the speed of walking that made our cocks bounce up and
down to cause that effect.  After a final turn around the end of the
corridor, we entered the central part of Xandros' quarters.  The Greek sat
relaxed on one of the couches at the side of the room.  He had just
finished a plate of cut meat and finished it off with some honeyed wine. 
Like the day before he wore a short tunic, his leather sandals had now been
replaced by more comfortable flaxen slippers.  Standing at attention, like
I was told to do at the roundup early that morning, next to each other at
half an arms length, with my arms locked behind my back as each hand
gripped the other wrist, Nerog and I waited until Xandros was ready to
acknowledge us.  After a few remarks about the boy who died earlier that
day, he came to the point of Nerog and myself being here.  "Julius, we
still need to find out where place you.  Nerog already knows he will start
his training as one of the Retiarii soon.  After all, all of the Nubians
get to be a Retiarius." And after a moment of silence, in which he
scrutinized our naked bodies, he continued, "Let's get you oiled up first
and you can wrestle each other while I think about your career.  Cloths and
olive oil is on your left.  Make sure you oil your opponent totally, after
all, getting an advantage by grabbing some dry skin would not be fair."
Drenching two pieces of cloth in the oil, Nerog and I thoroughly oiled each
other up.  Not that was happy to wrestle this muscular Nubian.  Even
through the towels I could feel his powerful muscles flex as I rubbed the
oil all over him.  "Don't forget the cock!" Xandros mentioned to the both
of us, "It might get stuck or slip into some place and then you do want to
have it oiled up pretty good...  Ha!" His massive laugh filled the room. 
As I rubbed and oiled the dark piece of cockmeat in front of me, I wondered
why Nerog bothered oiling up my own phallus.  There was no way that I was
going to best this Nubian.  If somehow a cock would penetrate something
during the upcoming wrestling match, it would not be mine.  Once Nerog and
I were done, we fell back into our 'presentation' stance.  Straight up,
stomach in, chest out, wrists grabbed behind the back and the feet enough
spread out for (as Xandros had put it so eloquently that morning) "your
fuckmuscle and its eggs to see and be seen".  Xandros performed a short
cursory inspection by walking around the both of us and squeezing our asses
and rubbing our crotches.  Now Nerog and I were both almost fully erect,
with Xandros' short but arousing massage continuing the earlier rubbing
with olive oil.  Stepping back, he spoke: "Five rounds of wrestling,
maximum three points per round.  Points awarded by me.  Depends on
technique, style and aggressiveness.  No biting or scratching.  Begin!"

   Of course, I had no chance.  Even while Xandros 'awarded' me three point
in the fourth round when Nerog simply slipped on a patch of oil, I was
shown every tile of the marble floor.  Round one started with Nerog
grabbing my neck and pulling me down in one motion.  Before I even knew
what happened, my chest slammed on the floor and Nerog crouched on top of
my head with his knees to the left and right.  His hand now grabbed my legs
and pulled them toward him.  With my head presses to the cold floor, my
body arced backwards.  It must have been some sight for Xandros...  my
erect phallus, dangling up side down as the Nubian kept my thighs hugged to
his chest.  Pinned down I could not do anything.  To add to the domination,
he shifted to a one arm hold of my legs and with his free hand jerked my
cock a few times.  "Two points, Nerog!" Round two wasn't going any better.
Still groggy from round one, I miscalculated his first attack and as his
oiled torso slipped through my hands, my legs were pulled away underneath
me.  This time I ended up on my back.  Trying to push Nerog of my chest
only resulted in both arms being pinned down to my left, with just enough
room for Nerog's cock to slide through and touch me lips.  The exotic smell
from his sweat and musk was so intoxicating that I felt my own cock swell
to fullness.  "Three points, Nerog!" Round three.  Finally I got a good
grip on my opponent.  But the move to topple him failed miserably and I
ended once more on my back.  With on of his feet pressed down on my throat,
ready to push further down if I resisted, and the other shoved between my
legs against my sensitive scrotum, all I could do was yield.  "Two points,
Nerog!" Round four.  Even while he slipped and went down as a massive
pillar of black marble, I still had great trouble in keeping Nerog pinned
down.  If is had not been for the oil that was now spread out over the
floor as well, he would have found enough grip to simply stand up again
with me on his back.  What made him yield in the end was my right hand
thumb that by accident had found its way between his butt cheeks and that
had slipped inside all the way.  With the other fingers working his
hairless sac, he had to yield lest he spilled his seed on the floor right
there and then.  "Three points, Julius!" Final round.  This one took as
long as the other four rounds combined.  Both of us were now sweating from
exertion and eager to show Xandros our best.  Of course, Nerog won again.
But this time he made a real show out of it.  His first real move, after a
long time of grappling, breaking free and counter grappling, caused us to
end up standing together.  With his arms underneath my shoulders and back
over my neck I was forced down.  But now before I felt his cock rub a few
times between my ass cheeks.  His cock even hit my balls from behind. 
Again, this domination of being immobilized and used for the pleasure of
the other man had that strange exciting effect on me and I felt (and saw)
myself getting harder until my cock throbbed almost painfully.  Releasing
the necklock, Nerog pun me around only to reaffirm his control over me with
a bearhug.  Now his stiff cock managed to work its way through my legs from
the front.  As the shaft itself roughly massaged my balls, the fleshy knob
of the shaft managed to reach my sphincter as he made his power thrusts. 
"Three points, Nerog!" Xandros ended the round and thus the match.  Falling
back into presentation stance, both Nerog and I stood panting heavily and
still both hard as rocks waiting for Xandros to declare the winner. 
Somewhere Xandros had found the time to remove his clothes and his final
round of inspection had him walking around us just as naked.  "Nerog wins.
Now, usually that means he could decide who he could fuck from the losers
or audience.  But, since Julius, without any real training, did manage to
score a few point and wrestled in the way the school is famous for, he can
choose who is going to fuck him!"

   Well, if I was going to get my anal cherry busted tonight then I'd
better make it worth my while...  Looking back and forth between Nerog and
Xandros (or to be more honest between their stiff pieces of manmeat) I
considered...  If I'd choose Nerog, then Nerog would have probably spread
his ass later that evening for Xandros.  Not really a fair treatment for
the clear winner, if you'd ask me.  If I'd choose Xandros, then Nerog,
hopefully realizing that I saved his ass from Xandros going down on it,
would stick his dark cock in Xandros.  Probably not something he would get
many chances for.  So...  Xandros it would be, even if the thickness of his
cock was considerable superior to Nerog's.  Besides, he would certainly be
smart enough to recognize my choice as the honorable one.  "I choose to
submit myself to Xandros!" and I dropped to my knees with my ass up and
head down (as I had seen happening during a few practice sessions that
first day).  With an indeterminate grunt Xandros acknowledged my choice and
with a speed and suppleness that once more belied his size and bulk, the
Greek positioned himself behind my raised ass.  Not much later his firm
hands rubbed my asscheeks.  A few times a thumb rubbed additional olive oil
around my sphincter.  Finally Xandros pulled my buttcheeks apart and asked
Nerog to place his erect cock at my asshole.  Hardly had the fleshy tip of
his massive pole touched that sensitive spot, or Xandros himself pushed
inside in one firm deep bowel-splitting thrust.  At that moment I could
hardly contain a scream of pain.  It was as if a red hot branding iron was
shoved inside my rectum.  Due to the slickness of my ass and his cock, he
managed to penetrate me all the way in the first stroke.  Gritting my teeth
against the pain caused by thick brutal invader I braced myself as Xandros
rutted my ass mercilessly.  Just when I wondered how Livia and Prisca had
survived being fucked by me in that same way, I noticed that the pain
became less.  My sphincter and intestines had loosened up and adjusted
themselves to the cock that shoved in and out.  The wrestling of Nerog and
myself must have excited Xandros, because his first fuck did not last long.
Just as the sensations caused by his cock made my own one get hard again,
he sped up his thrusts.  After a final thrust and another deep masculine
grunt, the cock that was now buried all the way in my ass started to expand
even more and twitched violently.  I realized that I had been truly fucked
and filled for the first time by a man.  Once his balls had emptied
themselves and deposited their load deep inside me, Xandros pulled out of
me.  With a slurping sound, his cock freed itself from my loosened asshole.
It left me with a strange empty feeling and an even stranger (and
unexpected!) need for more.  Looking up, I noticed Nerog.  He was slowly
rubbing his own stiff phallus and his white eyes shot back and forth
between Xandros and me.

   As Xandros, still in the afterglow of his orgasm after taking my anal
virginity, was obviously not yet prepared to help the Nubian with his
hardened cock, I nodded towards the black man.  "Go ahead, you can fuck me
too!" That was all he needed and even faster than with the Greek, my ass
was filled again with another hard cock.  This time I was able to enjoy it.
Nerogs cock was not as thick and not as long.  My still opened and relaxed
asshole, together with the mixture of oil and sperm collected already in
there, made the flesh pole that was pushed in and out, a truly pleasant
sensation.  The continuous requests from Prisca and Livia for being fucked
in either cunt or ass now made perfect sense!

   Then, just before Nerog reached his climax, I started spurting
spontaneously!  Something deep in my ass was being stimulated and without
even touching my own glans, I felt it expand and squirt out jet after jet
of cum that splattered on the marble floor with an intense feeling as if
Venus herself had sucked by cock...  But that cum was being 'replenished'
at once by Nerog as I felt his black fuckmuscle stiffen inside me.  With a
last thrust he released its load of manjuice in my rectum without making a
sound.  After he pulled out, I could not move for some time, the power of
my own orgasm had simply paralysed me.  All I could do was to stay on all
fours, enjoy the feelings that coursed through my body and wait for it to
start listening to my will again.  Eventually I dragged myself to a bench
near Xandros and Nerog, slumped exhausted on it and closed my eyes for a
moment.  Being on all fours for this long, having two men fucking my ass
and cumming myself had drained me for now.

   Xandros, on the other hand, apparently had recovered already.  When I
opened my eyes again, he had commanded the big Nubian to a place between
his legs.  Nerog was already licking and sucking the cock of our Greek
dominus back to full size again.  Xandros sat relaxed, with his back
leaning against the wall and his ass only halfway on the bench.  This way,
as he opened his legs somewhat, Nerog was able to come up real close and
lick his balls as well.  The contrast between the dark brown, almost black
skin of the Nubian and very light brown tanned skin of Xandros was
interesting.  As Nerog's head went up and down along the erect phallus of
our dominus, that shaft still seemed to grow further in length, girth and
stiffness.  For sure this was aided by the earlier display of Nerog's black
cock pumping in and out of my pale colored ass earlier on.  Just as in the
brothels it was that seeing people fuck made you want to fuck.  And with
greater contrast between the participants, the sooner that need to fuck
would reappear.  As I learned later that contrast could be in lots of
aspects.  Skin color (like now), age (young versus old), willingness (free
will versus restraint acceptance, it never stops to amaze me what seeing a
rape does to ones libido, especially if the victim is bound helplessly)...
All contrasts make all of life (and therefore in the sexual aspects even
stronger) so much more interesting.

   While these initial thoughts of the effect of different skin color
passed my mind, Xandros had commanded Nerog to the next step.  The Nubian
was now bobbing his mouth up and down over the fully erect cock.  At the
end of every downward movement, I could see his throat gag in an attempt to
remove the fleshy intruder.  But Xandros had no mercy and kept on pushing
the head of the dark skinned man further and further down as he kept on
stimulating the cock with his mouth.  In the end Nerog relaxed and let the
cock shove the head beyond his esophagus without gagging.  Now Xandros
began seriously fucking the Nubian in his throat.  All Nerog could do was
relax and let the bulky Greek ram his cock time after time deep inside his
wide opened mouth.  I could even see his throat expand at the front when
Xandros was as far inside as possible.  With his gagreflex now subdued,
Xandros pistoned in and out the black face at high speed.

   "Suck my cock, you Nubia-a-a-a...nnnggg" And there Xandros came again,
now squirting his thick Greek seed straight into the throat of Nerog.  "By
the Gods, you maybe be a slow learning Retiarius in the arena, but you do
know how to fellate properly, Nerog!" and with a satisfied moan he lifted
Nerog's head away from his already deflating cock.  Nerog, on his turn,
took both the chastisement and praise with the same indifference so typical
for the people of his race.  Xandros now waved the dark man away and
despite definitively seeing both cocks of Nerog and myself in full
stiffness, he send us away with the orders to take a bath and go to sleep.
So, with Xandros now apparently fully satiated after his two successive
orgasm, Nerog was not going to get to stick his black cock in his masters
rectum tonight after all.

   And after being sodomised myself already by them both, I was not in the
mood of offering my ass again to Nerog.  Ah well, we cannot always get what
we expect, I mused as we walked together to the baths.  But Nerog had other
thoughts.





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