House of Phineas

By D.J. Manly

In Book 2 of Gladiators, Gold is sold and he and Samson are parted.

Gold begins a new life at the House of Phineas, where he lives a more luxurious life, gets to fight again in the arena, and is subjected to many erotic adventures.

Although he lusts after a slave who is denied him, his heart belongs to Samson, whom he believes he will never see again.

Then Simeon, his former master, who laments his loss of Gold, sets up a contest for him to fight his own champion, Samson.

Will Gold be able to kill his own heart in the arena?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pride Publishing
• Release date: Nov 29, 2010
• ISBN: 9780857153494

D.J. Manly

D.J. Manly is first and foremost a writer, but is also a college professor, a small business operator and a sociologist who works as a consultant on research projects. D.J. is a proud Canadian who lives in French Canada, and speaks both English and French. Human rights are a great concern, and D.J. longs for a peaceful world free of sexism, racism, and homophobia. D.J. writes for the pure love of writing, and always with the reader in mind. If D.J. doesn't enjoy reading it, it won't be written. Great characters, great sex and a great love are the elements you’ll find in D.J’s work. There is nothing quite as exciting as beautiful men falling in love. Come taste D.J’s work, but be careful, you may become as addicted to reading it, as D.J. is to writing it. One reviewer said of Manly’s work that reading it can give you “…third degree burns in an air conditioned room…” I think that says it all.

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Gladiators

HOUSE OF PHINEAS

D.J. Manly

Dedication

For those who fall in love with the story.

Chapter One

New Beginnings

Gold…House of Phineas

I opened my eyes and looked around. Gone were the rustic brick walls and the musty dampness. My head rested on a pillow and I was lying prone on a comfortable day bed, a sheet of satin under me.

I had no idea how long I’d been here or how I got to this place. The breeze blew back a haze of white curtains in the distance and suddenly a man walked through them. He wore a toga and had a short cropped beard. So, how are you, Gold?

I glanced down at my wounds and noticed they had begun to heal. I…where am I?

You are at the House of Phineas. We’ve been watching you closely. You will soon be fit again. He brought me some liquid in a silver flask. Drink, he urged.

I lifted my head, drank and sputtered a little. I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand.

You can sit up. Move around a little. It will be a good thing.

How long have I been here?

More than a fortnight. You had a fever. You slipped in and out of it.

I wiped a hand over the stubble on my face.

Today you will take a bath and the slaves will shave you. I will have food brought.

I threw my legs over the side of the day bed. I was still wearing the raggedy loin cloth I’d had on in the arena. I wasn’t shackled. Dizziness seized me for a moment but I fought it.

The doctor watched me. I stood on my own and walked a few steps, stumbled, placed a hand on the wall and continued.

You may wander around. Explore a little, the man told me. You are free to go where you please.

I looked up in surprise.

Suddenly a naked slave girl walked in with a tray of food. There was cheese, meats, and grapes. I reached over and grabbed some of the grapes in my hand and ate hungrily.

Easy, the doctor told me. You need to go slow.

I nodded, and began to actually chew the food.

The slave girl smiled shyly at me as she waited patiently for me to devour what was left on the platter.

I walked through the curtains after I’d finished. A soldier stood guard in the hallway. He glanced at me then away as I continued down the corridor. The house was enormous, far larger than Simeon’s, the walls hung with elaborate tapestries. I arrived at the front and looked out the door. My eyes grew large. In the distance, there stood an enormous structure, off in the field. Even from this far, I could hear the shouting, the cracking of the whips, the clacking of the swords. I breathed in the fragrant breeze. It called to me, magnolias and apple blossoms.

You like it? a voice asked.

I turned suddenly to see Phineas standing there.

I lowered my head. Yes, master.

He laughed slightly. I love the sound of that, you calling me master. He reached out and touched my biceps. I’ve waited a long time for you, Gold.

Yes, master, I said. I wasn’t sure what else to say.

You are anxious, aren’t you?

I am.

He smiled. His hand continued its exploration, moving across my chest, and touching the scars. I’m anxious too, to see you fight, to… he pressed his lips to my chest, have you in my bed.

He stepped away as if it was a chore. He licked his lips. You may make use of the house as you like, he said. You are my guest.

Guest? Guests get to leave.

He looked at me sharply. I’m sure you regret that.

I didn’t reply.

I will give you a lot of freedom. I will pamper you like none other, he said. But I will not tolerate disrespect or disobedience. Is that clear?

I nodded.

You want to fight again, something that Simeon kept you from. I will give you that. What I ask in return is your complete submission to me, in all things. Take off that dirty loin cloth. He clapped his hands. My personal slave will take you to the bath and shave you. I’m sure you will find him pleasing.

A young man appeared now, his body naked and oiled.

I couldn’t help but gawk at him. He was mesmerising.

You like? the master asked me.

He is beautiful, I said, respectfully.

He smiled. After your bath and your shave, perhaps I will let you take him.

As you please, master, I replied respectfully but the thought excited me.

The young man walked across the terrazzo floor, and I followed. The master walked at my shoulder. He placed a hand on my neck and bent my head forward.

I was aware of many slaves standing around watching the procession.

The master sat on a lounge near the bath and clapped his hands again. We went down into the warm water and I sat. The water felt good and I actually uttered a little moan of pleasure.

The beautiful slave began to wash me, limb by limb, and by the time he got to my penis, I was filled with lust. It was the way he stroked me, so sensuous and seductive.

Out of the water, the master demanded.

I stood up, water running down my body, my cock hard and ready.

The master stood and walked over to where we were.

The slave boy dried me carefully then began to rub scented oil into my skin.

Phineas’ hand reached out, palm side up and the boy poured scented oil into it. He grasped my cock and began sliding his fingers up and down. I let my head go back, licked my lips.

The master’s robe fell on the floor. Leave us, he barked to the slave boy, who hurried off. He moved around the back of me and wrapped his arms around me. His slippery hand moved over my chest, across my nipples as the other continued to stroke my aching cock.

He pulled me back in his arms, and forced my head onto his shoulder. Taking my mouth hungrily with his, he groaned and stroked my cock faster, his own erection pressing against my ass.

He pinched and played with my nipples then moved his hand to the back where he impaled my ass with three of his fingers. He began fucking me with those fingers, stroking my cock, only slowing when he thought I might spill my seed.

I moaned again, and moved my body against him and he nibbled my ear. He was skilled with his hands and he had me completely in his power. It had nothing to do with my status. Slave or free man, it would have made no difference.

Ah, my young stud, he whispered. I knew we would find such pleasure together. Your body is exquisite. I could spend eternity touching it, playing with it. I want to inhale you, swallow you whole. I want to fuck your ass, your face. I want to make you mine. Say it, say, yes master, I am your whore.

Yes, master, I swallowed, my hips working, Oh…yes, I’m your whore.

He stopped stroking my cock. He cuffed it instead, squeezed it then reached under me to fondle my balls. Another finger went up inside of me. I moaned deeply, my anus stretched further than I thought possible.

He pushed deeply. I let out a cry.

To dominate you like this, the master groaned, is immensely pleasing. He pinched my nipples hard again and slapped my cock. Then suddenly, he pushed me to my knees.

He stood in front of me now, his cock touching my lips. Take it, take it and suck it.

I brought him quickly to orgasm. He stumbled back and gasped as I stayed on my knees, my cock aching for release.

After he’d recovered, he came close again. He played slowly with each nipple until I thought I’d die. He reached down and handled my cock but didn’t bring it release. Then he ordered me to stand. Beautiful, he whispered. You want me, don’t you? You want to fuck me, or fuck anything, don’t you, whore?

I nodded. Yes, master. At this state of heightened excitability, I’d be inclined to fuck almost anyone.

Not yet, he whispered with a smile. I want you hard. Stay that way, he insisted.

Yes, master, I muttered, narrowing my brow. For how long?

He picked up his robe and called for the slave. The young man hurried in.

Shave him, and make sure he stays hard.

Yes, master, the slave nodded. It will be my pleasure. He indicated that I should lay back down on the day bed as he began to prepare the razor.

Phineas waited while I had lowered myself again on the bed. He reached out and pushed my thighs apart. I will let you have the slave eventually for my pleasure, Phineas smiled at me, but tonight, you’re all mine. I’ve waited too long to share you.

The slave began to lather my lower face with some creamy soap. He leaned over me and brushed his fingers over my chest, moved them down to my sex and gripped my shaft in his hand. He smiled and squeezed my cock a few times.

I swallowed.

I wish I could take care of your problem, he said, removing his hand and tipping back my head. He ran the sharp knife over my jaw and rinsed it in a bowl of water nearby. If I did, I would be punished. He licked his lips. "Might be worth it.

Reviews for House of Phineas

[serenayates · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

This second book of the Gladiator series is no less amazing than the first. It contains the same vivid descriptions of the environment, the detailed look at the way people lived at the time, and the (as far as I can tell) historically accurate background of how society and politics worked. I thought the first volume was hard to read in places, because it was so heartrending, and the characters' desperation almost leapt off the pages. This second one, though, left me emotionally drained due to the depths of depravity some of the secondary characters sank into. What scared me most was the knowledge that many people today are no different, given the chance.

Gold’s life as a slave and gladiator was bad before, but now that he's been transferred to another house, ruled by Phineas, it gets worse. He is separated from Samson, whom he loves deeply, with no hope of ever seeing him again. Other than having to fight him in the arena, which tears Gold apart. On top of which, his new master is more cruel than the last. While Phineas treats his gladiators with a little more physical comfort, his psychological and sexual games are far more cruel than Simeon's. I have no idea how Gold can stand the torture, but it makes very clear that he is a survivor of amazing physical and psychological strength.

Samson is the one left behind, also with no real hope of ever seeing the man he loves again. His feelings for Gold are his biggest weakness, and even though he is attracted to other men, deep-down he knows they can never replace Gold. It makes the upcoming battle in the arena a scenario he will do anything to try to prevent.

This series is thoroughly recommended for people who like historical novels, and everyone who has an interest in understanding how human nature works under adverse conditions. While I look forward to reading the next volume, I know it won't be any easier to get through. Not that this will stop me from plunging right into it, since I can't wait to see what happens and if, indeed, the ending will be as happy as I still hope it is.



NOTE: This book was provided by Total-E-Bound for the purpose of a review at Queer Magazine Online.

[silversurfer_1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

In Book 2 of Gladiators, Gold is sold and he and Samson are parted.Gold begins a new life at the House of Phineas, where he lives a more luxurious life, gets to fight again in the arena, and is subjected to many erotic adventures.Although he lusts after a slave who is denied him, his heart belongs to Samson, whom he believes he will never see again.Then Simeon, his former master, who laments his loss of Gold, sets up a contest for him to fight his own champion, Samson.Will Gold be able to kill his own heart in the arena?