Rome had plenty of captives from tribes who were long-time enemies. That made it easy to have them fight each other in death matches.  The combatants fought naked and with no armor. These fights always filled the arena, especially when the men fought in pairs.

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Surprisingly, Wildwest Outlaws from youtube, made a gladiator-style video.  Sure, the effects were blah, and the acting sub-par, but gotta love their effort.

Like almost every young boy, the kids on our block liked to play army. We would each get something to use as a gun, split up into teams and act like we were shooting at each other. And also like every game of war, we would end up bickering and arguing over who-shot-who and “oh-no, You missed!!” The long and the short, it ended up being no fun, until we decided to play using “swords”.


The only problem was that it hurt to get hit with a stick, and some of the boys complained about the scratches, so we finally decided to use just our hands, pretending that we were holding knives.


And thus, the game that we called Knives was born. The rules were simple. Everyone acted as if we had a knife in each hand. (We originally started by using our thumbs, but “stabbing” each other tended to hurt. Since we didn't want any broken thumbs, we started keeping the thumb tucked instead. It all worked the same.)


At first we played as groups. Since there were usually 6-10 of us, the teams were of a decent size. When there were less, we would combat one-on-one or do a free-for-all. It was a great time to be had by all.


Most of us playing were straight, though two of us later proved to be bisexual, (myself and Randy)


The rules were simple, any “stab” anywhere on the torso was a kill. If you were stabbed, you had to play like you died. (Some of the boys were quite good actors.)


Some of my more memorable kills/deaths were......(I will use pseudonyms to protect identities.)


1. In one game, it started as five-on-five. I had mostly the younger.weaker kids and my brother led the group of older/bigger boys. My brother was the first to die. (I think he was getting called inside for something and just let two of the younger boys kill him.


Greg and I teamed up to go against Randy, who was the oldest/biggest one on the other team. Unfortunately, this left the three youngest on our team open. The other three boys from the opposing team charged at them and killed them all off in a single sweep. Each one acting out his deaths with “Uggh”s and “Arrghh”s.


Meanwhile, Greg made his move against Randy, who was preoccupied keeping me back. Unfortunately, He turned just in time to ram his blade into Greg's gut. Greg's face was in a state of shock. He had not expected Randy to catch him, let alone kill him. By the way, Greg was one of those smaller kids with well-defined features, including a six-pack. (I think the hand to the gut may have actually hurt him, but the expression on his face was priceless.)


I then stabbed Randy in the back, since he had turned away from me. He arched his back and let out a holler (one of frustration for having been taken out by me who was three years his younger. He fell down acting dead, lying across Greg's legs.


I had no moment to revel in my victory as one of the other boys stabbed me in the back. I also let out a frustrated yell and arched my back. (It was a good hit.) Then the other two ran in front of me and both stabbed me in the gut. I acted out the death and fell on top of Randy, chest-to-chest. Dead on the heap of my one vanquished enemy.




2. Another memorable death was a four-on-four match. My team, again, had the disadvantage. I had myself, Dirk, Vance and James. Randy and two other boys (Jake and Chad) were the opposing team.


I was able to use Dirk to distract Randy. When I approached him from behind, he tried to surprise me as he had done Greg, but I knew it was coming and dropped to the ground.


I reached up and stabbed him just below the belly-button. It was a great death. He fell on top of me. (Mind you, Randy was a well-built muscular boy about three years older than me.) I struggled to get out from under him. (He seemed to enjoy feeling me squirming to against his bare chest.)


Before I could get out, Dirk was killed by Jake and Chad. I noticed also that Vance was being killed by Greg, who had him backed against a wall and was stabbing him repeatedly in the gut. James was already laying dead on the ground. (He must have been killed by Jake and Chad.)


I faced off against the two closest to me, Jake and Chad, who attacked as a unit. Again, I slid down on the grass and planted a blade into each of their abs. Both acted out their deaths wonderfully.


However, this left me on my back on the ground. Greg (who had been on my team in previous fights, planted a blade right in the center of my body, between the belly-button and sternum. I kicked my legs up and grabbed his hand and acted as if choking on blood before dying.


3. Another memorable battle placed myself, Jake, Greg and James against Randy, Scott, Dee and Dirk. We had done some one-on-one battles earlier, so the other group determined that I was their biggest threat. (I had a longer reach than some of the others, which gave me an advantage.


Randy, Scott and Dee all came straight for me. Dirk quickly ran up and killed James. (James was the youngest, so he was always quick to die (except when other people let him win.) James was also a good sport in acting out his death.


I was able to stab Scott in the chest when he got too close, but Dee stabbed me in the side. I acted out the stab and Randy grabbed me from behind and held my bare back against his bare chest. He then reached around and gut-fucked me with his knife.


I acted out each stab and could tell this was turning him on. Meanwhile, Dirk charged at Greg and slid, but Greg jumped up over him and stabbed him in the chest. Dee then started charging at Jake. Jake grabbed both of Dee's wrists and the two were in an evenly matched struggle, until Greg reached around Dee and stabbed him in the gut.


Meanwhile, during all of this, Randy was still holding me up and repeatedly stabbing me, until Jake and Greg approached. He then let me slide down against his body, my back rubbed against his chest, abs, crotch and legs as I slid to the ground. He took a step back and placed his bare foot on my chest, waiting for Jake and Greg to attack.


“Ha, ha. I killed your leader, now I am going to kill you too.” He boasted.


Jake charged first, only to meet Randy's knife in his chest. Greg was a little more tactical in his approach, but he was no match for the older boy. Greg attempted a stab, but Randy grabbed his wrist and yanked him towards him, planting his knife in Greg's abs.


Greg's abs shuddered briefly and he fell to his knees and died with his chest across my belly. Randy finally removed his bare foot from my chest and placed it on Greg's back. We laid there for a little while, until he finally took his foot off.


4. In another one, It was three-on-three. Myself, Zack and Greg vs Jake, Scott and Jason. While Scott and Jason were a couple years older than the rest of us, we had the more lean and nimble group. We played a few games this day and my team wone the first two. But, on this one, our luck ran out and we were bested by the older boys.


The battle commenced with Jake coming after me. I think they sent him after me more to keep me busy. I had proven myself a far better player than Jake in previous battles. (Unfortunately, their plan worked.)


Scott and Jason went straight after Greg. Before he could even react, both of the older boys had nailed him in the gut. Greg doubled over, clutching his gut and fell to his knees. For good measure, Jason grabbed him by the hair and slit his throat. (a move only allowed once someone got stabbed.) Greg fell face-first onto the ground.


Meanwhile, my superior skills bestest poor Jake. My stab nailed him directly in the upper belly. (He was not much of an actor, but at least he fell down.


By the time I looked up, Scott and Jason already had Zack backed up against the wall. Greg was already dead on the ground at Zack's feet. I ran to his aid as fast as I could. Scott's back was towards me, so I went for him first. I stabbed him in the back just a second after he planted his knife in Zack's gut. (By the way, Zack also had a slender 8-pack swimmers build and was a damned good actor when it came to dying.)


He clutched his gut and played out his final moments and fell on top of Greg.


However, Jason saw me right before I killed Scott, who fell to the side. He turned and before I could glory in killing the older boy, Jason planted his knife into my gut. I let out an “Uuugggh.” (This is the one time being killed in this game actually sent me over the edge. nudge, nudge, wink, wink.) I fell on top of my two comrads.


The older boys, well, Jason mostly, made us stay there in the dead pile for a couple minutes while they celebrated.



While we did have several other group battles, these were some of the more memorable ones. We also did some one-on-one, and some free-for-all fights, but I will write about those another time.

This is a drawing by an  artist who called himself Martin of Holland.  I remember a scene like this from an older movie. I believe Yul Brynner played an Asian warlord who was showing a Western commander how loyal his troops were. He ordered one of his men to slide down this thing. The warrior laid chest-down on something like a large skateboard and took the ride. The board stopped partway down and the warrior kept going along the blade. This would be the fate of the Westerners if they took on his army and lost.

Does anyone know the name of this movie?

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THE 100TH EPIC POST

This was a story I had written for the old forum.  There used to be a pic that accompanied it, but that pic has unfortunately, been lost.


Brad was a cocky American. Some damned cowboy, who had no clue as to his place in society. He had grown up bouncing between youth ranches for troubled teens, until he met the duke's son. They both turned 18 within a month of each other. When the duke's son decided to return to his home, he brought Brad back as a stable hand.


While Brad's attitude was in need of being checked, he was most certainly good with horses. He had been working in the stables for 4 years. Carrying buckets of food and water really taxed his strength and the result was a firm, muscular build.


The duke's son would sneak out regularly to the stables, where Brad was and the two would hold private encounters in the straw of an empty stable. Brad loved it. While he was always to be submissive as a servant, those encounters made him the master of the future duke. What could be more exhilarating than making his master's son kneel before him, or to make him groan from pain and pleasure.


Rumors began quietly circulating about Brad and the duke's son. One night, the duke took a few of his men and went out to the stables, catching the two young lovers.


The duke dragged his son back to the manor house, leaving his men to handle Brad. Ever so cocky, Brad pulled up his pants and looked at the duke's head servant. “So, what you gonna do now? Fire me?”


The head servant only gave a mere smirk..... “Sort of.” To that, he gave a nod to the five men with him and each one pulled a cross bow from his back.


Brad was shocked. “What the hell is this?” He stood arrogantly by the wall. He was already pissed from being treated as an inferior, but the nerve of these bastards, threatening him like this. They didn't need weapons. All they needed to do was tell him to go and he would gladly leave.


The duke's men each locked an arrow in his bow and held it in front of them. “What the f**k is this? You're going to kill me?” Brad could see from the look on the lead servant's face that this was the case.


“You should have thought twice before creating such a scandal in the duke's household. You're nothing but a filthy stable rat, thinking you could screw your way into the manor house.”


“So, what? Now you're gonna kill my for f**king his son. Why not kill him for f**king me?”


“His father will deal with him. You, on the other hand, would most likely use this to blackmail the duke into some sort of annual income. We will not stand for you tarnishing the name of this house.”


Brad watched as the servants all aimed their bows at his bare chest. His mind quickly jumped. His initial thought was to run like hell. He could feel his bare feet clench against the floor. No, he thought. I'm not going to run.


Brad looked defiantly at the servants. He spread out his arms and braced himself against the wall. He raised his chin and glared at the head servant. “F**k you and your master's house.”


With that, the arrows let go. Brad felt the first two hit him in the chest, causing his chest to twist first to the right, then to the left. A third arrow nailed him below the navel, causing his hips to jump forward. The final two rammed into his upper abs, forcing him to bend forward.


Brad, merely let out a hardened grunt when the arrows began slamming into him. The bow from the arrows forced him backward towards the wall. He grasped the wall, forcing himself to remain standing. He stared down at the five arrow protruding from his handsome body.


He could feel the blood in his lungs. His manhood began throbbing out it's final burst. It took all he could to stay standing. He grasped the wall with all the strength in his hands. He could not show any weakness to these bastards. His anger was flaring, but he knew anything he tried, would only make the pain worse. His facial expression flowed between anger, pain and fear,


A sickening feeling began crawling through his stomach as the blood trickled out of his wounds. His breath was becoming stronger, heavier. He could taste the blood in the back of his throat. His breaths gargled as he sought to hold in the air. His mind began blackening. He felt his back sliding down against the plaster wall as his life finally faded.

http://beingbutmen.blogspot.com/2014/07/...there.html


WOW! Explains  a lot.

An entertaining way for the seaside town to deal with rebel gladiators was to run a sword through the gut of one of them and use him as shark bait. His companions were helpless as they felt the rising tide slapping against their balls. Their situation gave them all rock-hard boners and they shot their final wads. The townsfolk picnicked on the shore, and wagered on whether the sharks or the tide would finish off the trio.

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