Gay Toy in the Roman Arena 2

By C.M. Knox

Sam continues to explore the memory of Julius the slave gladiator as he and Judah enter the arena for a terribly uneven challenge. But Judah has a plan, and with his insatiable lust for anal sex, they just might escape the arena without bloodshed... if Judah can take on the entire enemy team.

Warning: this work of short erotic fiction is intended for adults only and features explicit descriptions of very rough gay mansex, double penetration, rimming, a massive Roman gladiator orgy in front of a screaming crowd, dominance games and some questionable historical accuracy. (8,000 words)

Excerpt:

Judah's grin was wolfish. “Bring it on,” he goaded. “Come on, who's first?”

The hoplite formation was collapsing entirely, the gladiators vying for a better look at Judah's muscular body. He opened his arms and stepped forward, showing off, and the crowd hooted with delight, raining food and tokens down around the edge of the arena.

A few of the spearmen laughed, and then suddenly a gangly youth was pushed forward out of the formation, stumbling forward. “Nineteen and still a virgin,” one of them called out. “Let Gaius do the honors. We can always have a real fight afterwards.”

The youth blushed and tried to reenter the formation, but Judah beckoned him forward. “Come on then,” he challenged. “Are you Romans so bashful?”

The senator in the booth covered his face like he was getting an absolutely devastating migraine, and Julius couldn't help but feel a spike of spiteful pleasure.

“I...” Gaius stammered.

Judah pushed him over easily and the young Roman fell back onto the sand, staring up at the naked sephardim unresistingly as Judah fumbled with his hoplite's costume, stripping him bare right there in the arena. “Ready to become a man?” he teased, ripping the armor off him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: C.M. Knox
• Release date: Sep 12, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301435289

C.M. Knox

A buyer for a vintage boutique, Convenience Mallory Knox specializes in bringing the very best in sexy clothing by day... and the very best in one-handed writing by night. Join her on a guided tour of secret desires, forbidden fruits and the sweetness of temptation. We know you'll want to come again.

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Gay Toy in the Roman Arena

Part Two

By C.M. Knox

copyright 2012 C.M. Knox. all rights reserved.

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Gay Toy in the Roman Arena begins in Part One! Previously: veteran ISEEC researcher Sam's job is to explore the memories of people from history with the aid of some unique AIs. While exploring, he was sucked into a particularly powerful memory: Roman gladiator Julius' encounter with Judah of Judaea, another slave fighter. The two men made a surprisingly swift connection while waiting for their fight to start – a fight neither of them expects to win, especially not after their opponents turned out to be none other than famed gladiator Aristarchus the Greek and his phalanx of well-equipped fighters.

Aristarchus the Greek grinned and spat on the blood-streaked sand, pacing in front of his little phalanx of hoplites. The eight men on his team thumped their spears against shields in challenge. Know that you face the beloved of Jupiter this day, he cried, to the crowd's wild shouts of encouragement. The full might of the Colosseum surrounded them, rank upon rank of Romans in a chaotic cheering mass. I suggest you fall upon your swords now, for you stand a greater chance of harming these mighty hoplites by drowning them in your blood than with any force of arms. The whole thing had the ring of a memorized speech.

Political theater, Julius thought, disgusted. They were going to be slaughtered like dogs, solely so one senator or another could provoke some visiting Ptolemaic scion.

He glanced up at the patricians's stands, caught a glimpse of a tight-lipped man with kohl-lined eyes feigning disinterest in the proceedings while an enormously fat senator chomped gleefully on a handful of almonds, waving his support to the huge gladiator's grandstanding.

The truth of the situation wasn't lost on the other fake-Egyptians in the arena, either. Julius' team was a handful of green slaves who'd likely never touched a weapon.

But there was Judah, of course, the odd one out. The naked Judaean – Julius had accidentally destroyed his costume minutes earlier, in the heat of the moment – swung his spears in lazy arcs, testing their heft and totally ignoring the blustering giant at the other end of the sand. He looked up, almost as if he could sense Julius' eye on him, and shot him a grin full of mischief that flashed across his face and disappeared so fast that he wasn't sure he'd seen it