Victor the Gladiator "Hey!" a man shouts. He isn't talking to them but it's all it takes for his training partner to be distracted. The boy looks a bit younger than him, maybe 20 or 18 years old. He is ugly and clumsy with his sword. Victor can't believe his managers are wasting his time making him train with a weakling like this. Victor knocks the sword o...
It wasn't really Scott's fault. They tricked him. You see peer pressure can be a very powerful thing, and what is normal is almost entirely decided by those around you. Looking in from the outside one might say he was an idiot, but how could someone judge properly when they weren't there? Inside the world his "friends" made up for, it all seemed weird of cou...
The streets of Gwen were busy and packed with people shouting and moving back and forth. The mid-afternoon sun was high in the sky and beamed down upon the marketplace. Hagglers and vendors shouted their prices while farmers moved their oxs and wagons through the narrow streets. Visitors to the city would recognize the stone aqueducts, the finest architect...
The slaves lined up on the steps as their master checked them up. They were the four best gladiators of Pompeii, but still just slaves. Julian made sure to treat them as such, slapping their bellies to check their tightness, grabbing their arms to check the muscles. They didn't move, as the Master touched their whole body, even their private parts. The s...
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 Societ...
A roar went up, human voices, yes, but an animalistic sound as I fell wounded to the ground. The heavy, metal sheath covering my cock hit my thigh sending lots of small spikes protruding from its inner casing into me. The pain from that and the similar chain mail cage around my balls also pierced my flesh making me cry out again in agony. My opponent stood,...
ON THE PONTE VECCHIO IN FLORENCE, 1968 Sometimes I think Ronnie and I planned our great European adventure while playing together in the playpen. This would be the trip of a lifetime, ten weeks traveling from England to Turkey. We were 18, a bit of dope headed college students, pretty novice sexually. We flew over on one of those chartered jets via Iceland...
Dedicated to twerpedbyjulie My parents grew up in the Sixties, and though I was born in 1972, I felt as if I grew up in the Sixties, too. Every time I did something bad, Mama told me I was "screwing up my karma." I knew "peace & love" long before I knew "I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America..." I was an only child, but I had a s...
Donatus was relieved when the big man finished off. He pulled out of Donatus' sore mouth, and shook his dick, then moved off. Donatus was given a short time to catch his breath and stretch his lean frame some. Then the next man came up, stuck his hard throbbing cock in front of Donatus' mouth, and grabbed his mane of dark curls with a calloused, grimy hand,...
I'm tall, and used to wear long hair down my back in a big braid. I lived at the gym. My friends called me Thor. I have a nice big, fat cock and know how to use it. I would fuck any hot boy that walked. They often ended up calling me 'sir', even though all the master/slave stuff didn't interest me. We all get older. We can't work out all the time. The golde...