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Ancient rites of passage

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I am naked. Alone in the darkness of my cell, I hear the rats scurrying to an fro. I crouch near a wall and relieve myself. Somehow, the simple act gives me a feeling of being in control, even if it is only over whether I piss or not. I hear the guards walking along the corridors and I hastilly squeeze myself to stop. I won't have their eyes see me. At least I can deny them that.They come for me the next morning. One of them holds me facing him as the other ties a filthy rag around my eyes. Every fibre of my being aches to kick the guard holding me in the balls, but that would be a loss of control, and whatever happens, I wont alow that. My hands are pulled roughly behind me and tied there. Of course, he runs his hands over my breats and roughly down my belly. He stinks of beer and sweat.I am led through corridors and up stairs. Finally I feel the sun on my face, and feel soft warm sand between my toes. I could almost imagine myself on a beach if it weren't for two things. The roar of the crowd, and the stench of blood and evisceration that comes from the arena. I am led out to the centre, and I know, from having seen it before that the guards are presenting me to the Emporer. The crowd roar appreciation, and I know it won't be a quick death for me. My hands are freed and it begins. I hear the first gladiator a split second before he reaches me. I rip the blindfold from my eyes and am almost blinded from having been kept in pitch blackness for the better part of a week. He strikes me across the face and I taste blood in my mouth. I spit it out at him and the bastard smiles. Quickly, I press a hand between my legs and cover it with as much of my scent as i can. (Strangely, I find my possible imminent death arousing) He sees my hand move and he steps back. He too is naked and one of us won't leave the arena alive. I lick my lips and return my hand to my crotch. This time, I side step him and rub my cunt. He tries hard not to look, but I can see its working. I start to taunt him, to tell him how much I want him in me. He backs away but now I am the agressor. I follow him pinching my firm tits and hardening the nipples. I tell him in the rough, street Latin the lower classes use how much I love it in my ass. How he can fuck me here, now in front of the thousands of people. My victory is near, because now he is hard. He has only one chance. He has to kill me now. I am ready for his lunge and i drop to the ground tripping him up. I am on him in a second and have his hardness imapled inside me. I grab his head in my hands and roughly pull us around so I can see the Emperor. His hand is up. I continue gyrating my hips on his hard cock I have to keep him up me at all costs. I can feel him hardening all the time. I start to squeeze him internally milking his pre-cum into me. The Emperor decides. His thumb is raised. (Contrary to popular belief, this is the sign for death.) I look down at my oponent. Suddenly I writhe as fast as I can mouthing obscenities to him. I feel the first pulse of his orgasm. He hasnt come for a while, this one. His sperm shoot is massive and I see it on his pubic hair. I wait for the second before I snap his neck and send him to the gods.Without a pause, I am off him and with his sperm running down my legs I whirl to meet my second opponent. She is Amazonian in her beauty. Tall, dark skinned and, I know, deadly. We circle each other. I have no idea what to do to elect a sexual response from her. I look at her various tatoos, knowing that I have seconds, or it will be me dead on the sand. I see a symbol I dont know and instict takes over. I take two paces backwards and spread my legs, bending slightly at the knees. I pee. My piss splatters onto the hot sand mingled with the gladiators semen. The Amazonian princess pauses and looks at the sand. Again, conditioning and instict take me. I turn my back on her and pull my ass cheeks wide and shit infront of her. It is enough. The Emporer has seen her erct nipples and the flush that has marked her neck and back. The Final gladiator is given the Royal signal. He is behind her in a trice and has her in a vice-like grip. I see him fumbling behind her and I know as she jerks forward that he has forced himself into her ass. I am between her thighs in a trice and am licking his balls and her cunt. I raise my hand. The crowd roar and I see the Royal Standard lower. It is my signla to thrust my fist inside her cunt. As I do, I feel her hymen tear. Now there is just me and him. It is for the Emperor to decide. He stands and smiles. Both hands raised, and the crowd roar their appreciation. I am pumped with adrenalin. Instead of opponents we are both the victors of the contest, this man and I. In front of two thousand Romans, we copulate wildly in every way imaginable. We deny each other nothing, hold nothing back. As ripples on a pond, our arousal spreads outwards from the centre of the arena to the first rows of the crowd, who grab the nearest person to them and fuck, hard and fast. Row upon row fall under the spell. I feel him cum in my ass, my cunt, my mouth, then in my ass again. For two hours he fucks me into oblivion and back again. Finally, he lies exhausted on the sand. I can barely stand, but I know I have won the contest. I straddle him one last time, and mark my victory by urinating on his chest.