This time, I want to be the hottie in the rear, pushing my hard cock into my dying man's ass. I want to caress his chiseled abs and pecks and finish with his huge cock in my hands
He knew there was no escaping his fate. His curly brown hair fluttered in the breeze, but he barely felt it. All he felt was the cold steel burrowing further into his stomach.
His opponent had pierced his navel with his sword, and was slowly pushing harder. The young man was hard and felt his throbbing cock brush against the leather skirt he wore. He sank to the ground, holding the blade, feeling it slice his hands as the other man continues to push it deeper. His whole body screamed in pain.
The crowd cheered as the young man was suddenly impaled all the way through. He felt the blade emerge from his back, and it severed the nerves in his spine. He suddenly had no control of his legs and he dropped to the dirt floor.
The other man forced him to his back, the blade pushing into the ground. He had no strength to lift his sword, and his foe snatched the sword from him.
"Be brave," the man said.
He turned the sword in his hands and with a mighty roar, rammed the sword into the young man's chest. Blood erupted from his mouth as his heart was destroyed. His head fell to the dirt and his dead eyes stared at the blue sky.
Again, the crowd erupted in cheers as the victor raised his arms in triumph. This young man would live to fight another day. His victim would be fed to the lions.
You have to make a choice. Do you thrust the spear through your lover's belly or do you take it yourself? There is also the option to be impaled together. Are you in the front or back?
The victor, Atticus, carried the diying Lucas to the emperor's box as the defeated gladiator shot his final wad. It was a humiliation for both the emperor and Lucas, his champion. Atticus would claim Lucas' cock and balls as trophies. They would be auctioned off at a hefty price and bring fertility and good luck to the household of the buyer.
I stood before the crowd, naked as the day I was born. My skin was covered in oil, and I'm sure the crowd was pleased to see me like that.
I faced them, my penis erect, aching to be released. I knew the men behind me were ready to carry out my death sentence. I waited with a racing heart and throbbing cock.
I had always known I was destined to die in the arena, but I had volunteered for this when it was decided that somebody would be sacrificed just for the pleasure of the crowd.
I watched the Emperor's hand and when he gave the signal, I felt the first spear thrust into my back. The pain was incredible, unlike anything I had ever felt before. It burned. The tip of the spear was thrust out through my navel. I yelped and looked down. I saw my intestines wrapped around the massive spear tip. I smiled through the debilitating pain.
My hand went to my hard cock and I beat myself off until I came. As the last spurt rocketed from my cock, I fell to my knees. The crowd cheered.
I felt the second spear crash through my back and enter my left lung. I inhaled sharply as it extend my peck, through my nipple. I felt blood swamp my mouth and I gagged, letting it spill over my chin and down my hard chest.
The third and final spear went through my right lung and exited above my other nipple. I could only imagine how aroused these men were to end my life like they had. My head spun and I began to lose consciousness.
I collapsed onto my left side and stared at the dirt floor that was burning my skin. The men laughed as they surrounded me.
I barely managed to look up to see them furiously masturbate until their sperm showered my chest and stomach. I smiled and stared at the three cocks lording over me. I drifted off into eternity with my final sight a stream of cum landing in my eyes.
