01-18-2024, 09:09 AM
They had chosen this fate for themselves. It was considered an honor amongst gladiators to perform the Rites of Mars, and Davros and Antonius had volunteered with no hesitation when asked one beautiful spring morning.
The other Gladiators stood around the practice arena to watch the two young warriors.
Both stood naked in the arena, armed only with a Gladius. By tradition, the first step was to thrust their sword into their opponent's navel, and then proceed to brawl until it was over for both men.
Antonius was already stiff with excitement. Seeing the shining metal of Davros's blade only made him harder. He touched his muscled stomach, fingered his shallow, round navel, and waited.
Davros's penis grew hard at the sight of his best friend's naked body standing before him. They had had sex many times before, and he thought he might get lucky one last time.
Squaring off, the two young men lifted their blades to the navel of the other. Davros struck first, sinking his sword halfway into Antonius. The instant his blade pierced his friend, Davros felt the sting of Antonius's blade hit home.
Both men were in excruciating pain, but they remained standing. Neither let go of their sword. Antonius grabbed Davros's wrist and forced the blade all the way through his belly. He cried out and shoved his blade through Davros's back.
Suddenly, the assembled Gladiators witnessed both men ejaculate as they looked at one another. The crowd cheered. The two men began pummeling each other with their fists until Davros slammed his head into Antonius's face. Antonius didn't even flinch.
In a flash, Davros ripped his sword up and out of Antonius's body. Antonius arched backward as his hard belly was suddenly split open. Blood erupted from his mouth as his intestines spilled out of him.
In a last show of strength, Antonius whipped his sword free and pulled the blade down, gutting Davros and castrating him. They both fell to the dirt floor, writhing in agony and holding what little of their entrails still remained in their bodies.
Now, it was the other men's turn to have fun with the dying fighters. A middle-aged monster of a man, Tydius, rolled Antonius onto his stomach and sodomized him. Antonius smiled as the big man came inside him. That was when Tydius drove his own blade between Antonius's shoulders and impaled his heart. Blood gushed from the dying man's mouth and he died.
Three other Gladiators stood over Davros and stabbed him in the belly and chest repeatedly. His blood flew across the arena as their swords were pulled free and driven into him again and again. But it was over all too soon. After five minutes of combat, both were dead. The men were dragged off the sand and their bodies were tossed to the hungry lions.
The other Gladiators stood around the practice arena to watch the two young warriors.
Both stood naked in the arena, armed only with a Gladius. By tradition, the first step was to thrust their sword into their opponent's navel, and then proceed to brawl until it was over for both men.
Antonius was already stiff with excitement. Seeing the shining metal of Davros's blade only made him harder. He touched his muscled stomach, fingered his shallow, round navel, and waited.
Davros's penis grew hard at the sight of his best friend's naked body standing before him. They had had sex many times before, and he thought he might get lucky one last time.
Squaring off, the two young men lifted their blades to the navel of the other. Davros struck first, sinking his sword halfway into Antonius. The instant his blade pierced his friend, Davros felt the sting of Antonius's blade hit home.
Both men were in excruciating pain, but they remained standing. Neither let go of their sword. Antonius grabbed Davros's wrist and forced the blade all the way through his belly. He cried out and shoved his blade through Davros's back.
Suddenly, the assembled Gladiators witnessed both men ejaculate as they looked at one another. The crowd cheered. The two men began pummeling each other with their fists until Davros slammed his head into Antonius's face. Antonius didn't even flinch.
In a flash, Davros ripped his sword up and out of Antonius's body. Antonius arched backward as his hard belly was suddenly split open. Blood erupted from his mouth as his intestines spilled out of him.
In a last show of strength, Antonius whipped his sword free and pulled the blade down, gutting Davros and castrating him. They both fell to the dirt floor, writhing in agony and holding what little of their entrails still remained in their bodies.
Now, it was the other men's turn to have fun with the dying fighters. A middle-aged monster of a man, Tydius, rolled Antonius onto his stomach and sodomized him. Antonius smiled as the big man came inside him. That was when Tydius drove his own blade between Antonius's shoulders and impaled his heart. Blood gushed from the dying man's mouth and he died.
Three other Gladiators stood over Davros and stabbed him in the belly and chest repeatedly. His blood flew across the arena as their swords were pulled free and driven into him again and again. But it was over all too soon. After five minutes of combat, both were dead. The men were dragged off the sand and their bodies were tossed to the hungry lions.