THE PRICE OF FREEDOM – 2
By: JOHN
Saul's quick speed and amazing dexterity made him the first one to
the selection of weapons leaning up against the pedestal of the
recently dedicated bronze statues of Caesar in the center of the
Coliseum. He tumbled quickly, gracefully and safely back to the outer
wall where he could use it to ensure that no one came up to him from
behind. He knew that his small size demanded that he rely on his
cunning and his agility in order to succeed against the larger and
more practiced fighters. The twin daggers he had secured would work
well for him without affecting his tumbling abilities and cat-like
flexibility.
Kal raced to the center of the arena also. He had no question about
the superiority of his great muscle strength against most of the
others. He was mostly concerned about Borc's legendary power and knew
from experience that an available weapon in hand was a great
supplement to the might of his own huge muscle strength. Kal was also
now focused his mind on his need to get to and protect Dar. While Dar
was almost equally strong as Kal, he did not have the arena
experience and wisdom to help keep him alive. Kal knew that Caesar
would not let them both live in the end, but he would figure that out
once he had eliminated the others from the contest. Kal's immediate
plan was to see to it that both he and Dar made it through today's
fighting alive. That would buy them the time they would need to
devise an effective survival plan.
Grom reached the weapon cache from the opposite side at the same time
as Kal. Kal had secured the trident that Grom had hoped to get.
Instead, he came back with a heavy wooden club in each hand. As he
backed carefully and slowly away, Grom tossed the clubs within his
grasp noting just how right they felt to him. Grom's monstrous biceps
cherished the feel of the weight of the clubs. They would serve well
as natural extensions to the unbreakable power of his upper arms.
Grom looked left as he stepped away from the center of the field
noting the beautiful form of Marco also backing toward the perimeter
with roped net and a short sword in his clutches. This seemed like
wise choices for the slight figure since the net could be used to
incapacitate the largest, strongest body and the sword was available
to finish them off. Then Grom peered to his right just in time to see
the shadowy image of the huge Nubian slide behind him against the
wall. Grom spun around expecting an attack from the rear but the
Nubian showed neither any interest in Grom or getting to any of the
weapons.
The stocky build and dense weight of Borc's body made him slower than
most of the others. It also gave him immense momentum once set in
motion. He swept past the pile of weaponry grabbing the thick handle
of a huge, heavy axe on his way past the central pile. Borc's body
never stopped running and he headed directly at Grom. The blond man's
attention to those on either side of him was working to Borc's
advantage. The unexpected turning toward the wall of the arena as the
Nubian passed him made Grom a perfect target for Borc. The sound of
Borc's instinctive battle cry caught Grom by surprise. The massively
muscled northerner turned toward the sudden noise just as Borc came
upon him.
Only the years of training and instincts of a tribal fighter saved
Grom from instant annihilation. The razor sharp leading edge of
Borc's axe dug half way through the club in Grom's right hand. The
power of Borc's unhindered swing met the resistance of the
northerner's immense upper arm muscle power. The sheer force of the
impact sent shockwaves of pain pulsing through Grom's surprised right
arm. His mammothly peaked bicep absorbed much of the shock as it
shuttered into and amazing peak of granite-hard muscle. Grom's entire
upper torso became a frozen image of perfect muscle as the waves of
impact forced their way through the very core of his tortured
musculature.
Borc yanked back with both hands on the vibrating handle of the axe.
Borc's powerful body was still ringing with the same pain of muscle-
dense resistance from the contact between the two famously strong
men. Grom got his first measure of Borc's hate-driven strength as the
force of Borc's recoiling motion ripped the club from his right hand.
The club rose high into the air still attached to the wide blade of
the axe. Borc swung the axe over his head and then brutally toward
the ground. The power of his swing bringing the club up against the
ground caused the club to shatter and splinter from the axe. Free of
its encumberment, Borc glared toward a waiting Grom as he readied for
his second attack.
Marco had been as shocked by Borc's nearby shout as Grom. The
unexpected cry scared the sword from Marco's fumbling hand. It slid
several feet across the dirt of the arena floor before coming to a
stop with its handle pointing toward Marco. Every movement of Marco's
body seemed to be a motion of aesthetic perfection. His body was
alive with soft light and inviting sweat. The long soft curls of his
hair flowed down over his brow as he stooped in to retrieve the
sword. All of this was so unknown to the stunningly formed man. The
audience behind him had the momentary pleasure of witnessing the
exposure of his moist and famous sphincter as his flowing ass cheeks
opened their passageway to his erotic love-cave.
Pain seared through Marco's anal passage as the leading end of the
Nubian's monstrous organ kissed its way past the overburdened ring of
sphincter muscle. Marco screamed as he endeavored to raise his body
to an upright stance. The beautiful young ma n had not been what the
Nubian was seeking but the opportunity to eliminate a potential
threat that was so unexpectedly exposed had been too much to ignore.
The Nubian reached around the silky upper body of the captured beauty
as Marco screamed the pain of anal invasion for the second time. The
long dark arms of the Nubian soon had Marco completely within its
grasp. Slowly, the Nubian began to straighten his own long, long legs.
Marco constricted his ass and sphincter muscles as tight as he could
to prevent more of the monster-cock from sinking inside his engorged
posterior. Almost half of the iron-hard shaft was in him. It was as
hot and hard as it had appeared. Where Marco would normally have
enjoyed exploring the power and feel of this amazing organ, now it
was a threat to his very existence. The Nubian laughed at the thought
of the delicate Roman body being destroyed by the power of his cock-
weapon. As much as he appreciated the beauty of the body he had
invaded, the Nubian had no real feelings for the unfortunate man. All
he had wanted to do was to get to the end of the Coliseum where
Caesar and his family sat and to scale the wall and kill the
traitorous ruler. The opportunity to let his begging cock taste the
inviting Roman man-ass was just too convenient and, in the Nubian's
mind, would serve notice to the others of the power of his god-given
weapon. He tried shoving his cock deeper into Marco's resisting ass
and was pleasantly surprised at the anal fortitude the handsome Roman
possessed.
Parth had moved to the center with deliberate caution. Once most of
the others had seemed to set their directions in motion, Parth
secreted his way to the weaponry as far removed from anyone else as
possible. His aim was as legendary as the flowing cut of his handsome
musculature. Parth had seen two javelins resting together near the
center of the pile and took them both. They were long, sleek and
perfectly pointed at both ends. He tossed their weight in both hands
to get to understand their balance and gravity.
Parth had also noticed the methodology that Saul had chosen to
employ. He liked the idea of keeping away from those already involved
in combat. He moved back toward the perimeter wall some distance from
Saul's crouching figure. Dar was between the two of them. It was the
first time Parth had the opportunity to really size up Dar. From his
vantage point, he could see that Saul was measuring Dar's potential
threat up also.
Standing somewhat tensed and looking a bit confused, Dar was quite a
spectacle of human muscle. Neither Saul or Parth knew what had
motivated Caesar to add the huge muscleman to the group but he
appeared just as strong and magnificently formed as Kal. Dar's
shaking muscles were extraordinarily full, large and dense. His waist
was as tight as Parth's but his pecs and lats were several handfuls
of muscle larger. In fact, the mountainous mounds of serrated pec
meat covering his chest and the clamshells of unfolded muscle flaring
out to each side from his back looked thicker and richer than the
magnificent corresponding muscles billowing from Kal's saturated
torso. Parth thought that, perhaps, the tightness of the ripped
waistline added to the visual wonder of Dar's lats and pecs.
Dar himself did not know quite where to turn. He had helped Kal
practice his craft countless times but had never had faced the real
contest before; let alone with a swarm of other brutally powerful and
infinitely more experienced gladiators. Dar sucked in deep, chest
expanding quantities of air as he attempted to think his way through
his immediate dilemma. Dar had seen Kal's catlike maneuvering to
secure the deadly looking trident and felt better when Kal had thrown
a reassuring glance his way. He wanted to try to get a weapon of his
own but did not know which would be best for him to take.
Kal signaled to Dar that he was on his way just as a whish of cooling
wind blew across Dar's massively flexed back and ass. His peripheral
vision had caught Saul's blindingly fast movement from the wall and
Dar instinctively began to turn in the direction of the motion. The
blur of the gymnast's body twisting, twirling and rolling toward him
was too fast to permit Dar to get either focus or balance on what was
happening. Pain ripped though the outer flanks of Dar's lined left
lat muscle as the compact whirling body spun past him. Saul landed on
both feet with the agility of a great white leopard. It was then that
Dar realized that the knives were no longer in Saul's hands.
Borc was angry and let it be known with a curdling cry. He had
successfully ridded the axe of the wooden club that had become stuck
on it when he pounded it to the ground. Unfortunately, some of the
flying wood splinters prickling his face and skin as they flew by
were from the handle of the axe. The metal blade lay uselessly on the
ground half way between his crouching body and the posed figure of a
rejuvenated Grom. Borc could not help but admire the huge ball of
peaked muscle that defined Grom's raised arm. The remaining club in
Grom's hand was poised and ready for attack. As thick and powerful as
the club looked, it seemed insignificant when compared to the
monstrously hard arm muscles that held it.
Then Borc noticed that the club at Grom's groin was also painfully
hard and ready. The charged cock bore a striking resemblance to the
wooden club. Its uncut knob was chokingly fat and the decent-sized
shaft was lined and knurled with thick veins. While Grom's
disposition against man-to-man sex was well known, the sense of
arousal that he got from the heat of battle was equally well
documented. In some small way, Borc was pleased that the power of his
initial attack had driven Grom to achieve a full erection so quickly.
Borc respected Grom's fighting ability almost as much as he hated the
man himself.
It was Grom's turn to attack now. Waving the huge wooden club in
widening circles, Grom rushed toward the empty-handed competitor with
complete disregard for his own well-being. Grom was as angry as Borc
and his entire focus now was aimed against Borc's unprotected head.
Years of practice lead the Nubian to do what he knew best. He could
feel Marco's internal pressures constricting as they tried to crush
against the poled magnificence of his embedded cock shaft. The
fantastically handsome body hung suspended on the Nubian's inflexible
pole with almost two hand-lengths man-meat inside. The equally
beautiful cock shaft of the impale man hardened quickly until its
powerful surface glowed with the reflection of the hot sun off of
Marco's sausaged cock meat. Marco's feet waved helplessly in the air
as the length of the Nubian's legs and the power of the amazing black
cock within Marco pulled him from the ground.
The Nubian continued on his quest to embed the full, deadly length of
his unforgiving cock shaft into the miraculously aesthetic behind.
Marco murmured as the pain and joy of the wounding fuck filled his
colon. The gigantic cock was almost 2/3 of the way into him. His well-
ridden ass was about at the limits of its wondrous capacity but the
endless organ showed no mercy as it slowly skidded past Marco's
efforts to block its gravity-driven invasion. The Nubian wrapped one
lanky arm around Marco's throat pulling the pretty head and neck
toward his dark, glaring face. Marco's back arced into a painful
curve as his torso was forced to bridge the gap between the heavy
breathing black head at his face and the hot pumping cock meat in his
ass.
Kal's cry pierced the air even before Dar's shaking knees hit the
dirt ground of the arena floor. Dar's front side was twisted toward
Kal. His massive pecs rose and fell like hot lava as Dar gasped for
the air of realization. Glancing around him swiftly, Dar caught sight
of one of Saul's knives with its shining blade embedded into the
ground and its dark handle waving back and forth. Saul's acrobatic
attack had left him far from Dar. Parth's glowing body was now
between Kal's hugely muscled training partner and himself. Saul
pasted the back of his fantastically ripped, unarmed body against the
nearest perimeter wall ready for any possible attack. Kal thought
momentarily of rushing Saul's small figure and crushing the very
breath from it with his overwhelming muscularity but Dar's moans of
pain drew his immediate attention back toward the needs of his
kneeling lover half way across the field of battle.
Parth could see the mixed look of terror and anger in Kal's face. He
sized up the situation from his position in the arena. Parth lifted
one of the javelins into launching position as Kal crunched his
amazing body into a vision of endlessly striated power. The
champion's huge body was etched with muscle-defining determination
that was so rigidly etched onto and into every perfectly flexed
muscle that Parth dared not even think of challenging Kal's diamond-
hard flesh. In spite of his infamous accuracy, Parth knew that
surprise was an equal partner when seeking to bring down a creature
as large, thick and hard as Kal. Instead, Parth elected to step out
from the path between Kal and Dar.
Dropping one javelin while lowering the other as a sign of non-
threatening intentions, Parth charged in front of Dar heading toward
the back side of the field to where the Nubian had first entered. The
crowd nearest Parth began to hiss and boo as he moved away. Of all
the competitors on the field, Parth seemed to be the only one seeking
to avoid contact and combat. In fact, it was true. Parth relied more
on his mental powers than his physical abilities whenever he could.
Letting the others wear themselves down had proven to be an effective
tactic in the past and, so Parth hoped, would serve him well today.
Grom hit Borc with all the might his stunningly muscled arms could
amass. Borc twisted to one side just as Grom approached presenting
his right shoulder and upper back to the powerful wooden club and
rock-hard arm muscle. The tensed thickness of Borc's upper back met
the power of the flying club with all its legendary power as ready as
could be. The club vibrated in Grom's unflinching grasp as stone-
muscle encountered stone-muscle. Grom's whole body became an image of
statuesque muscularity and Borc's solidified into a marble-like
consistency. The weakest of the elements was doomed to defeat. In
this case, it was the wood of the last club that failed. Grom backed
away with his hands and arms ringing in pain but unharmed. The rope-
thick veins on his arms had been pushed out to full snake-like view
as the petrified forearms, biceps and triceps muscles absorbed all
the space under his thinly stretched skin.
The rock statue that Grom's body had turned into began to unwind as
the last of the splintered club settled onto the ground. The pain
searing through his shoulder warned him of the damage that had been
inflicted. His face turned white as the pain expanded his knowledge
that his shoulder had been dislocated. Anger more than any other
emotion drove his commitment to prevail. Placing the palm of the hand
from his uninjured arm on his distended shoulder, Borc gave one
mighty shove and one ear-shattering scream as he drove the joint back
into place. As much as Grom could not believe what Borc was doing, he
realized that his opportunity against Borc was quickly slipping away.
Hunching down his monstrously muscled torso and legs to form a human
ramrod of muscle. The unarmed northerner charged toward Borc's
heaving midsection.
A cheer from the crowd to the right of Caesar's viewing area focused
the attention of all of the audience on the flailing image of Marco's
beautiful figure. His arced torso lifted the head of his jolting cock
high into the air. A volcano of cum shot skyward and fell gracefully
back onto his plated upper abdominal area. Some could swear that they
could see the fat head of the entombed Nubian cock pushing against
Marco's flawless lower abs from the inside. Marco's pulsing organ
erupted again and again as the passion of experiencing the Nubian
tower of man meat overwhelmed him.
Marco's body spasmed and jerked with each soaking release of
additional cum. His ass twitched and constricted around the pole of
dark hot meat embedded within it drawing in and swallowing more and
more of the endless shaft in the process. The Nubian continued to
pull at Marco's silky neck and chest forcing as much cock as he could
inside the cum-spewing body. Marco's legs kicked and flailed as the
last of his cum dripped down his spent cock and onto his groin.
Measuring his time, the Nubian powered the entirety of his unbending
cock into Marco with one last brutal shove. Marco's body shook one
last time before cascading into the beautiful calmness of death. The
Nubian forced his cock in as deep and hard as possible just to be
sure that life had been driven completely from the handsome body
riding on it. Satisfied that Marco was dead; the Nubian lifted the
still form from his bloodstained cock and kicked it to the ground.
Marco lay face up and fully exposed. His cum-stained body looked as
beautiful in the sleep of death as it had in the prime of life.
Reaching down toward the heated pain shooting through the thickest
part of his left lat, Dar's hand found the handle of Saul's second
knife. The entire blade was buried in Dar's monumentally thick lat
muscle. Dar's back had proven to be so broad, dense and rich with
meat that the point of the knife was still lodged in the wealth of
meat and had not invaded any vital parts of Dar's being. Angrily Dar
pulled the knife cleanly out from the outer flank of muscle. A line
of blood rolled down his side from the injury but Dar had been
fortunate in that no serious damage had been done. Raising the knife
above his head, Dar waved it toward Kal with a reassuring nod. His
gleaming body flowed with the movement of his immense muscularity as
Dar climbed from his knees to the cheers of the nearby crowd who
seemed pleased that his fantastic body and being was still part of
the living.
The applause of the audience grew louder as Dar began posing and
flexing his massive muscles toward them so that they could see that
his injury was insignificant. Fortunately for Dar, the viewers could
only see the proud stance of a fantastically muscled gladiator and
did not know the depth of the pain boiling inside his invaded lat. As
a final signal of his well being to the audience, Dar threw the
bloodstained knife fast and hard toward Saul. Demonstrating his
amazing speed and agility, Saul jumped high into the air bringing one
outstretched leg straight out to each side. His balls hung heavily
below his spread-eagled body and his hard cock bounced up against his
lower pecs as his body sailed several feet into the air. The knife
launched by Dar rung loudly as the metal of its blade met the stone
wall with tremendous impact. Blade and handle split apart and the
shattered pieces of knife fell uselessly to the ground.
With the knowledge that his lover was safe for the time being, Kal
turned his own attention to the catlike form of Saul. The small body
had landed cleanly on the ground and stood in a half crouch with all
of his muscles tensed and sharpened to perfection. Kal admired the
beauty and shape of the handsome figure and was especially drawn to
the large waving cock that vibrated like a huge spring-loaded beam in
front of Saul's vein-lined lower abdominal area. Saul's full balls
hung low and visible beneath the stiff cock shaft. Kal grasped the
trident he had acquired until his monstrous arm muscles turned into
visions of marble and his pecs shifted from mooned hemispheres of
twitching meat to striated mountain ranges of lined stone. Lowering
the trident to where the three dangerous points were at about the
same level as Saul's swinging testicles, Kal began his charge.
Kal's racing assault across the arena floor took him only feet away
from Marco's serenely beautiful body. The Nubian had already fled the
scene of his death-rape. He stood wiping blood and precum from his
hungry cock. His desire to get to Caesar had been supplanted by his
taste of gladiator ass. His lust controlling cock ached for it's next
victim. The Nubian cast his eyes around the arena. Grom and Borc were
deep in combat and too dangerous to approach. The same appeared to be
true between Saul and Kal. Parth stood poised and ready with the
deadly javelin in his grasp and his handsome muscularity brutally cut
across his entire body. That left the injured, flexing Dar. In spite
of his monstrously huge and hard musculature, the massive muscleman
seemed momentarily caught up in his posing for the admiring nearby
audience leaving him to be the most vulnerable.
The Nubian began to edge his way toward the middle of the field.
Using the base of Caesar's statues as a viewing block between himself
and Dar's flexing form, the Nubian edged his way around to where he
could see the full, massive width of Dar's immensely muscled back and
writhing ass. He kept his distance from Dar and tried to make it look
as though he was seeking to hide from Parth's steadfast form. The
Nubian slipped past the two great bronzes of Caesar at the midpoint
of the field and edged closer toward Dar with the marvelously muscled
man's amazing and unsuspecting back to the Nubian.
A glimmer of light caught Dar's attention as he pushed his torso into
a muscle-carved most-muscular position for the pleasure of the
cheering fans. The sharp light was the reflection of Saul's knife
blade that had missed it intended mark and now stood stuck in the
ground. Dar unclenched the brutal beauty of his monstrously flexed
body and stepped over to the knife. Finally he would have his own
weapon.
Grom hit Borc with the force of a raging lion. His body was so tensed
that every muscle stood anatomically inscribed. The great rock-like
balls of Grom's flexed biceps were pounded against the sides of his
chiseled pecs forcing their delicious meat into crisp, round mounds
of fortified muscle. A deep dark shadow defined the finger-deep line
of cleavage where the twin peaks of man-breast had been driven
together. The post of Grom's clubbed cock was hidden in the dark
shadow created by his bulbous pecs over his abs and groin. Borc was
as ready as he could be for the impact. His larger column-like body
was covered with endless veining as he chiseled his being into a
formation of rock-hard existence. Man-rock crashed against man-rock.
The two great bodies fell to the ground like two dense statues being
bowled over by the force of a massive earthquake. As they rolled
across the battlefield, Grom's pointing cock became painfully lodged
between Borc's crushing inner thighs. Borc tried his best to focus
his attention on his opportunity to beat Grom hand-to-hand, face-to-
face and muscle-to-muscle but each time they rolled onto his injured
shoulder, a searing pain would temporarily overtake his momentum.
Borc winced as the power of Grom's unflinching biceps wrapped their
huge meatiness into a dangerous bear hug around his pain-stung
shoulder and upper body. Grom could feel the affect his muscle-
crunching grasp was having on Borc and locked the deadly vice of his
biceps tighter and tighter around his victim like a python snuggling
up to its prey at every chance.
The point of Kal's trident rushed to within a body length of its
intended testicular prey before Saul's amazing body sprang to action.
Saul sprung upward from his crouched position with darting speed.
Both feet leapt from the ground and outward at the same time; the
bottoms of his feet landed at the center point of each of Kal's
magnificent man-tits using them as a launching pad to sail over the
muscle-warrior's head only to land almost two body lengths from the
charging muscle mountain. The points of the trident met the stone
wall surrounding the arena full on. The three prongs bent and twisted
into a useless knot of metal as Kal's muscle power drove the trident
against the rock. Kal turned his huge, flexed body toward Saul's
waiting figure with surprising quickness and dexterity for its great
size.
An angered shout from Kal singled his second charge but, instead of
aiming directly at Saul, the smaller man stood confused as the great
body of muscle zoomed past him still gaining speed in the process. On
turning to face Saul, Kal became witness to the intentions of the
Nubian to feed his cock on Dar's exposed ass. But the distance
between Kal and Dar was too great. Kal shouted to his lover just as
the Nubian and his ramming cock came upon the sumptuous ass hole. A
second area of pain erupted within Dar's body as the fisted head of
the huge dark cock smashed through his exposed sphincter. The thrust
of the impact carried both Dar's stooped figure and the Nubian
several steps closer to the black man's original port of entry. The
movement also helped keep Dar's colon from absorbing the full length
of the massive organ.
The tightness of Dar's ass combined with the heightened sensitivity
within the Nubian's giant cock imposed on it by its previous
encounter with Marco and triggered an instant reaction. As the great
organ rubbed its way into Dar, the churning balls of the Nubian
loaded the endless shaft with hot, steaming cum. The rich milky semen
poured through the great cock-barrel and exploded into Dar's ass
acting like a vast lubricant within the clenched muscle posterior.
More than half of the pumping shaft slid within the screaming muscle-
gladiator as their figures continued to tumble forward. A combination
of ripping pain and erotic stimulation filled Dar's mind. The ramrod
cock felt as sexually fulfilling in Dar as it did deadly.
The second volley of cum surged through the monstrous organ just as
the first sense of mind-numbing pain filled the Nubian's balls. Dar
buried the knife he had been lucky enough to retrieve from the ground
just before the Nubian reached him into the exposed testicles clear
up to the hilt. Dar ripped the knife from one destroyed sac and
shoved it into the remaining testicle. As suddenly as it had entered
him, the great Nubian cock shaft was recoiled from within Dar. The
Nubian was curling in pain on the ground as a growing pool of his
blood mixed with the spitting whiteness of the last of his cum. Kal
finished off the large dark man by forcing the knurled metal of the
twisted trident into the sharpened muscles of his abdomen. He died
instantly. At least Caesar and the Egyptian princess were safe from
the threat of his wrath.
With the death of the Nubian, the horns of the Coliseum sounded
loudly to signal the end of the "Battle For Freedom" for today.
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