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THIS IS MAXIMUS !!!

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[txt] was fucking correct !! *looks down at adorable little Syrian*

[txt] we having our first fight..!

[txt] *smiles..thinks about make-up sex*

[txt] go on Nas, say the words about me holding your heart ♥

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[txt] you break words to say “just no ” ??? * furious hiss *

[txt] you command me not to pole strip..??!!

[txt] hey, you think you own my ass..??!!!

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[txt] you betcha! who else you think owns your ass ?!!

[txt] *eyes widen possessively*

[txt] you better not mean that Cilician bar tender who spent all night eyefucking you !!!

IN THAT FUCKING STRIP CLUB !!!!

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[txt] you break words to say “just no ” ??? * furious hiss *

[txt] you command me not to pole strip..??!!

[txt] hey, you think you own my ass..??!!!

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AGRON'S REACTION TO NASIR POLE STRIPPING

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YOU WANT TO FUCKING STRIP !!?!!!?????

Ari limbering up for pole dance..

Actually it looks more like Nasir..!!

Actually it IS Nasir…!!!

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SINE ARMIS...??

You've got me stripping more than my armour off, looks like!!!

Gladiator: sine armis

A NEW LOOK FOR AGRON

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AGRON JUST BEFORE HE SLAMS NAS AGAINST WALL

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Agron crouched dowm in front of the boy. He was leaning back against a pillar, legs drawn up. He looked relaxed enough, but there was a closed in quality about him. He seemed deep in thought, his eyes far away, preoccupied. Not surprising after recent events. Agron asked the boy his name, but the answer came from Spartacus. A hard grip on the boy's shoulder, a seal of approval for the quick thinking action he'd taken with the mercenaries. And called him Tiberius. " Tiberius.? Fucking Tiberius..?? " Agron thought to himself. How could such Roman name be given to this dark exotic looking boy. It was a name for a flabby degenerate gross Roman cunt. Not for this delicate, slender Eastern adonis. With such beautiful face. And such fuckable body.

Agron stood and made to leave, thinking the boy too lost in his thoughts for desire of conversation. But as Spartacus walked off, leaving them once more alone, the boy turned his dark gaze on Agron. And told him his real name. A name with the whisper of the desert in it. And by the look in the softly liquid eyes, he knew he was being invited to stay. There was a solitary quality to this stunning boy. A reservation and lonliness that spoke to the Germanian's own feelings of pain and deep loss since the death of his brother. To hear that Nasir had also lost a brother made Agron's heart bleed for him. To not know whether his brothet even lived.. The sadness in the boy's eyes recalled his own pain. Pain he had endured every second of every day since Duro's death in the arena. Pain that had frozen his heart. Until this adorable Syrian boy had set it to melting with heat of a desert sun.

But now several weeks had passed since that tentative exchange. And Agron had discovered that this same fierce heat had other proclivities than to scorch the desires of the rebel gladiator. The seemingly submissive and gentle former slave had hidden depths. Agron had been watching him learn to fight . Nasir was becoming a fierce, relentless and very aggressive warrior. He fought with all the ferocious fury of a wild young animal. He reminded Agron of the sleek and deadly African cats he'd seen in the venationes in the arena. Nasir was just as unpredictable. And untamed.

Agron grinned fiercely as he imagined how he was going to go about taming him. He unconsciously adjusted his subligaculum to ease the disturbance caused by the thought.

But that was the problem.. so far it had remained only a thought. Nasir was obviously happy in Agron's company and he was cautiously affectionate. But that was as far as it went. The boy wouldn't let him anywhere near him. Not in the way Agron wanted. And it was driving the Germanian warrior crazy with frustrated lust.

So far Agron had only kissed him and it way not enough. He wanted to fuck the little Syrian til he screamed.

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THE ONE WHO HOLDS MY HEART

The young Syrian stood rigidly still. Frozen by the intense scrutiny of the rebel soldier. He was either Scythian or Germanian by the look of him. Probably the latter.

He was huge. Massively muscled and undbelievably tough. His roundeyed bright green stare tore through the young slave like a pilum. Pinning him to the dusty ground.

There was gratitude in the German’s fierce expression for what the boy had done. And what he had not.. But other emotions also played across the savagely handsome face. Astonishment, admiration, attraction. And unmistakable desire.

The tiny slave had seen that look far too many times. His dominus wore it all too often. As did his guests to the villa. Even the other household slaves and servants cast side long glances at him. Their meaning undeniable..

And he had been taught to submit to their demands. Taught with the lash.Taught hard and thoroughly. Until he’d been beaten into submission.But his heart had never consented.

He had never willingly given himself to another. Never felt desire of his own. Until the moment when they’d opened the villa’s gates. And opened the gates to his heart.

The rebel soldier had thrown stolen looks at him, as he’d stood in line with the other slaves. He had responded with tremulous smiles of wary attraction. He was deeply affected by the giant warrior. But so unused to such feelings, he was reluctant to show his interest too openly. It was difficult enough for him to admit it to himself. A strange and entirely foreign sensation.

His only experiences of desire had been those forced upon him. Unwanted acts he’d been made to perform. And painful and hated indignities he’d been subjected to over and over.

And now he was caught up in a whirlwind of confusing change. That which his own reactions had wrought. But more that had cause to find him…

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BANQUET FARE

CAN I TAKE A FEW PEACHES HOME WITH ME TO EAT LATER ??

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AEGYPTANUS

Ari was in a spectacularly filthy mood. His dark eyes blazed with surppressed fury.

He’d been rented out to that fat fuck of a banker Severanus. The one who always wanted him to dress in Egyptian costume. Only for it to be ripped from his body mere moments later. Eventually, Ari had become accustomed to the man’s affectations. The avaricious Roman had bought him enough times…

But this time was different. This time was to be ROYAL Egyptian costume. WOMEN’S royal Egyptian costume. And this time it was not to be enacted in the privacy of the cubiculum. But at the Villa Severanus. In front of an audience of the fat fucking banker’s guests.

The public setting was unnerving enough for Ari. But more than that, he loathed the presumption that his excessively delicate features and slender body made him such an obvious target for this “dress wearing” business.

His dominus knew of his reluctance to act this part. And enjoyed every inch of his discomfort as he was prepared.

Ari was long acquainted with the red hot walnut shells used for depilation. All the boys in the brothel had this done. To one extent or the other.. The burning pain and disgusting smell of singed hair barely made an impression any longer.

But far more was in store for him this time. The instructions that the obese banker had sent to Malbur, Ari’s dominus and owner of the lupara, had been specific.

He was to be dressed to look like the legendary Nefertiti, Queen of the Aegyptians. His fellow protagonist to be Julius Caesar. In a strange but oddly prophetic pairing.

Julius Caesar - soldier, bratty upstart and all round insatiable fuck merchant..

FUCK THE GODS…! Ari swore volubly in his inscrutable native Armenian. He could just about manage this in the Roman tongue. But then everyone would know exactly what he thougjt of his Dominus, the whoremaster, right of this moment. And such unwise words would earn him an unmerciful beating, should they reach the ears of the brutal Turk.

Ari fleetingly wondered what his counterpart was feeling right now. Brothel gossip had informed him that a hired gladiator was to play the part of Caesar. No doubt he was being similarly unwillingly caparisoned.

Fuck the gods..!! A slave gladiator made to dress like a Roman…! Ari could almost feel the scorching fury of the arena fighter.

And knew he was in for one fuck of a rough time…..

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DON'T GET ANY IDEAS ARI

MY HAIR STAYS AS IT IS. THOSE SHORT FUCKING DREADLOCKS WERE BAD ENOUGH !

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Hahaha.... This is excellent !!!

[txt] barca: not sure about this…

[txt] barca: I look like fucking Thracian whore…

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This is so cool !!!

Friends!  I was given a really great oppourtunity to work on a commission for @lakritzwolf and here is the result!  It’s a lineup of our favourite Spartacus boys, Duro, Agron, Nasir, and Nasir’s brother Karim.  I like to think all four of them are alive and well and living together on the goat farm.  This was challenging in some ways, but mostly just a lot of fun!

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" I'm gonna fuck more than his brains out !! "

( " Nas, you gonna be half unconscious !! " )

That day Spartacus was amazed to discover that when Agron nodded what he meant was “I’m going to rip Nasir’s loincloth off, slam him against the wall, and fuck his brains out.”

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Agron felt suffocated by the bulky costume. And suffocated by his anger.

To be made to dress as a Roman was obscene. An unbearable insult to his pride, and the death of his brother. He hated the Romans with a passion bordering on obsession. To be pimped out dressed like this was insufferable. To be pimped out at all was bad enough.

A bodyguard arrived, his escort to the banquet. At least it wasn't that sly little Syrian cocksusker. Standing casually propped against the wall, the stipator gave a low whistle. The tall, bronzed Carthaginian laughed low and dark. Seeing the prickly Germanian rigged out like this was beyond funny. It was priceless.

" Well, don't you look lovely, " he grinned at the furious gladiator.

" I've heard you'll be putting your gladius to different use tonight.. " this time his grin was wolfish. The lewd reference was to his personal weapon. Gladius being Roman slang for cock.

" You find something to laugh at you Carthaginian whore ?? Agron said dangerously, his eyes hot and hard on the stipator. The bodyguard ignored the fighter's impotent raging. " Tis you that will play the whore, " he replied narrow eyed..

Then he threw a huge, dark coloured cloak at the disgruntled gladiator. " Put that on you German cunt. " Agron swirled the dusty, badly worn cloak around his armour-bulked shoulders. It was so long it reached to the floor, and was voluminous enough to completely cover his costume. It was necessary to conceal his appearance once they were outside the ludus.

They walked through the twisting streets to the outskirts of town, where the banker had his villa. Agron's hobnail boots rang sharply on the paved stone, the echo of each strike sounding hollow. Occasional sparks were thrown up as the gladiator took out his displeasure on the refuse strewn on the ground. Rotting entrails, spoilt fish and far worse. Agron was still silently fuming, saying nothing to his companion.

The Carthaginian eyed him with reservation, thinking it was just as well that Agron's costume wasn't totally authentic. If he'd had gladius and dagger he'd probably have used them.

The lack of weapons did spoil the overall effect a bit, but slaves were not allowed to carry weapons unless in the course of their specific duties.

The bodyguard knew exactly what those duties were tonight. And Agron would no doubt assuage his anger with the appropriate weapon. And he wasn't likely to disappoint.

The stipator pitied the one on the receiving end. The poor slave boy wouldn't be able to walk by the time Agron had finished with him.

" It's the same as we do in training, brother.. " the guard said, amused.

" Thrust deep and hard. And rip upwards at the finish.. "

Agron gave him a look.

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AEGYPTANUS

Ari was in a spectacularly filthy mood. His dark eyes blazed with surppressed fury.

He’d been rented out to that fat fuck of a banker Severanus. The one who always wanted him to dress in Egyptian costume. Only for it to be ripped from his body mere moments later. Eventually, Ari had become accustomed to the man’s affectations. The avaricious Roman had bought him enough times…

But this time was different. This time was to be ROYAL Egyptian costume. WOMEN’S royal Egyptian costume. And this time it was not to be enacted in the privacy of the cubiculum. But at the Villa Severanus. In front of an audience of the fat fucking banker’s guests.

The public setting was unnerving enough for Ari. But more than that, he loathed the presumption that his excessively delicate features and slender body made him such an obvious target for this “dress wearing” business.

His dominus knew of his reluctance to act this part. And enjoyed every inch of his discomfort as he was prepared.

Ari was long acquainted with the red hot walnut shells used for depilation. All the boys in the brothel had this done. To one extent or the other.. The burning pain and disgusting smell of singed hair barely made an impression any longer.

But far more was in store for him this time. The instructions that the obese banker had sent to Malbur, Ari’s dominus and owner of the lupara, had been specific.

He was to be dressed to look like the legendary Nefertiti, Queen of the Aegyptians. His fellow protagonist to be Julius Caesar. In a strange but oddly prophetic pairing.

Julius Caesar - soldier, bratty upstart and all round insatiable fuck merchant..

FUCK THE GODS…! Ari swore volubly in his inscrutable native Armenian. He could just about manage this in the Roman tongue. But then everyone would know exactly what he thougjt of his Dominus, the whoremaster, right of this moment. And such unwise words would earn him an unmerciful beating, should they reach the ears of the brutal Turk.

Ari fleetingly wondered what his counterpart was feeling right now. Brothel gossip had informed him that a hired gladiator was to play the part of Caesar. No doubt he was being similarly unwillingly caparisoned.

Fuck the gods..!! A slave gladiator made to dress like a Roman…! Ari could almost feel the scorching fury of the arena fighter.

And knew he was in for one fuck of a rough time…..

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Don't you dare stop thinking about Agron going commando !!!

“ DON’T GIVE HIM ANY CLOTHES ”

Agron[txt] Don’t wear any clothes!!

Ari[txt] You want that I walk Capuan streets in only jewellery, aftershave and very ancient chastity cage ??

Agron[txt] *smiles*

Agron[txt] if you go like that I’ll go in just cingaculum sandals and neck thong

Ari[txt] But you always wear only this.. *puzzled frown*

Agron[txt] No subligaculum

Ari[txt] Ohhh… *thinks about commando Aggie*

Ari[txt] Aaghh..Aaarghh… *wishes Fortuna would cast thought from mind*

*and cast cage from cock*

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omg... omfg.....

" DON'T GIVE HIM ANY CLOTHES "

EGYPTIAN ARI