House of Nicolaus

By D.J. Manly

The final instalment of Gladiators...don't miss the excitement, the passion and the unexpected conclusion.

Since the death of his father, Claudius has descended into debauchery and decadence, leaving Samson and the others feeling very nervous about their future.

Gold intends to buy Samson but is sure he will be denied so he embarks on a dangerous mission. Meanwhile his wife increases her demands on him, and insists on having his child; and Marius becomes suspicious of Gold's activities.

Will Gold be reunited with the man he loves, or will he lose everything in the attempt?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pride Publishing
• Release date: Jan 10, 2011
• ISBN: 9780857153845

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 NICOLAUS

D.J. Manly

Dedication

To beating the impossible odds and love eternal.

Chapter One

Samson—House of Claudius

Changes

I stood perfectly still. I didn’t dare move although it pained me dearly to watch Gracia slide her hand up Julian’s well-muscled thigh, mostly because I knew Julian detested her touch so much.

Claudius regarded me from where he half lay on the sofa. He was drunk again as usual. Somewhere in the house I could hear the baby crying. Octavia, Claudius’ wife, began to sing a lullaby. The tune wafted down the corridor like a clear bell.

Gracia had pulled Julian down the hallway to her private bedchambers and I clenched my jaw and restrained my anger.

Don’t move, Claudius cautioned.

I’d been standing there, completely naked in front of him, for the last half hour. I had no idea what game he was playing this time, but with Claudius it was anyone’s guess.

A newly acquired male slave, completely naked like myself, lowered grapes into Claudius’ mouth. The slave’s skin was coffee coloured, and his genitals were bound so he always appeared to be erect.

Claudius reached out and played casually with the slave’s genitals. He looked at me. Want to fuck his fine ass?

If you wish, master, I said. All I really wanted was to get Julian and go back to the gladiators’ quarters. I’d come to resent Gracia’s possession of him, and it had little to do with the feelings I had for him. Rather, it galled me that these people thought they could use us anyway they chose, even against our wills. And since Phineous had crossed the river, his son had badly neglected his gladiators, choosing to engage in orgies and debaucheries instead.

Slave, Claudius bellowed suddenly, lean over my lap, use your mouth on my cock, and Samson, get over here and fill his ass.

The slave leaned over Claudius and began to work on his erection.

Spread your legs wide, Claudius commanded, slapping his ass a few times. Feel how firm it is.

I came closer, waited for permission. I couldn’t deny that the ass in front of me was enticing, so firm and round.

Claudius nodded. Prepare him. Play in his ass, fuck him with your fingers. He fondled the slave’s genitals again. Suck me, deeper, he commanded.

The slave took more of Claudius in his mouth.

I spread the slave’s ass with my hands and screwed my finger into his rosebud.

He squirmed as I went deeper. He was very tight, maybe he’d never had his ass used before. I stroked my own cock and coated my finger with come. I pushed my finger deeper. He moaned and Claudius yelled out. Suck, you slut!

I fucked the slave with two fingers now, spreading him wide, then teased his hole with the head of my cock. I pressed up into him. He raised his head and moaned, then cried out, at first in pain then as I began to really ride him, it seemed the pain had turned to pleasure.

Claudius moved off the sofa and I pressed the slave across it and really worked his ass, moving up and down in a fluid motion.

I was almost ready to come when I felt Claudius behind me. Something smooth and hard poked my ass and I grunted as I felt it move up inside me. Claudius began fucking my ass with some object and I gasped, feeling the burn.

I slapped the slave’s ass and pumped harder, then felt Claudius pull me back. He brutalised my nipples until I wanted to scream, pulling and twisting them, and he moved the object deeper inside me until I felt completely filled by it.

Can’t be stretched much more than that, gladiator, he sneered. Even Gold couldn’t fuck you that well, could he?

The mention of Gold caused my cock to pump. I released my load.

Take his cock in your mouth, Claudius commanded the slave and he turned around and swallowed my dwindling rod.

Claudius pushed me face down now as the slave crawled under me on the floor. He rammed that smooth object into me again, fucking me so hard with it, my teeth rattled.

I was hard again, thanks to the slave, who showed some definite expertise.

My ass was being spanked now and the fucking slowed. I moaned as Claudius pushed my legs further apart. He withdrew the object and then drove it all the way in again. I clutched the sofa, and my hands bunched into fists.

He fucked my ass again then ordered the slave to leave my cock hard. He reached down and played with it, massaging my balls in his hands. He pulled the object out of me. I was panting, aching to come.

Slave, bring the cock strap. Samson, on your back, now.

I crawled onto the sofa and lay on my back. My cock stood straight up and I groaned with need as Claudius played with my nipples. He dabbed some wine on them and licked it off then bit and teased them. Please, I begged.

The slave came back with the strap.

Bind his cock, Claudius told him. Samson, you will keep your legs spread and put your hands over your head.

I wondered how long I would stay like this.

The slave wound the strap around my cock, capturing my balls as well.

You look beautiful, Claudius said, touching my nipples again. Slave, nipple clamps as well.

I lifted my hips, the tension was almost unbearable. I couldn’t come and yet I was so close.

Claudius took the clamps from the slave. He lightly moved my cock. I moaned again. He flicked one nipple and clamped it. I let out a cry. My nipples were so sensitive. He laughed and did the other. Then he proceeded to masturbate as he ordered the slave to his knees. When I’m ready, I will fuck him, he told me. And all night, you will be on display, available to whoever I say may play with you. Lower your hands, or close your legs and I shall beat you senseless. Is that clear?

I nodded.

Any protest, and I will plug your fine ass.

I bit my lower lip, closed my eyes. This was not the first time he’d sexually tortured me. I seemed to be far more use to him as a sex toy than as a gladiator.

Claudius had not used me in the arena since I’d beat the Spartan, and he hadn’t replenished his gladiators either. There were three of us now—the others had been sold off. Julian was still responsible for the training, when we were even required to train. Claudius didn’t seem to care anymore.

He stood there now, admiring his handiwork. Lift your hips, squirm a little.

I did as he asked but not to his liking. He reached over and slapped my cock. More!

I moved my hips seductively, up and down again.

Imagine Gold is fucking your fine ass, Samson. You miss him, don’t you? He’s all but rotting now in the ground.

I gritted my teeth, my eyes filled with anger. Bastard, I growled.

Claudius’ expression darkened. You ungrateful slut. He turned to the slave. Bring me my whip!

* * * *

Nicolaus—House of Nicolaus

Rumours…

Marius came for an inspection of the ludi around six weeks after it was in full swing. I’m impressed, he told me. I hear rumours that Casus is beside himself. I hear he’s hired on a special trainer from the Orient.

We walked together along a shaded path, our heads bent together. I have much to tell you. It appears that Claudius, unlike his late father, has no political ambitions. He has allowed his gladiator stock to dwindle and hasn’t worked any of them.

I met his gaze. Samson. I want to buy them.

His eyes widened. A Roman would never sell his gladiators to a Spartan! You’re mad.

He would if he needed gold.

He has plenty of that. He is a lanista gone mad.

I swallowed. Was he mistreating Samson? Would he decide to execute them given that he was not making money from them?

What troubles you, Nicolaus? You are a man of great fortune, rescued from a life of slavery, provided with instant wealth and property. You should marry your brother’s widow.

We are not compatible.

If your blood runs hotter, you have that fine coffee-coloured slave of yours to pleasure you. I believe your brother made use of his ass from time to time. Lacia could provide you with a proper heir.

I understood the logic. I’ll give the matter some thought.

He nodded. I will give the monarchy a favourable report. He slapped my shoulder.

Are you sure you won’t stay for refreshments?

You are very kind, but I must get back. He raised a hand and went walking off in the opposite direction.

I kept walking awhile. A lanista gone mad…Samson. Are you all right?  I headed back to the house, trying to devise a way to bring Samson to me.

When I got home, I laid down and fell into a restless sleep. I saw myself in chains, in the arena, the whip coming down on my back, and Samson, with those loving eyes, looking up into my face. Please fuck me, Gold.

I moaned and rolled over, my eyes snapping open. I was so hard. Damn! Where was that slave? Pleasure!

* * * *

Demented Pleasures

The whip hit my cock and I bit back the pain. Claudius snapped it one direction then another down on my chest, across my nipples, between my thighs.

I squirmed in pain which seemed to delight him even more. He was still whipping me when I heard a voice shout out, Stop!

The whip froze in Claudius’ hand. I looked over to see Julian standing there.

Are you trying to kill him? he demanded.

Gracia stood behind Julian. Stop it, Claudius, she echoed. I can’t stand all that blood.

I hadn’t even realised there was blood until I looked down to see it running in streams down my torso and across my thighs.

He dropped the whip. Take him away, he looked at Julian, Mother’s whore.

Claudius! Gracia snapped. Where are your manners?

Julian took me off the table and led me out of the room as mother and son argued about what constituted good manners.

Back in the barracks, Julian bathed me, rubbing that cream he’d used before to soothe my wounds. What is wrong with him, whipping you like that? Julian shook his head. It’s going to leave scars I’m afraid.

He’s getting worse and worse, I groaned as I lay back in the water. It’s as if he tries to come up with more sadistic ways to torture us each time. He derives such pleasure from it. Julian, I reached out and clutched his arm, one night, he’ll kill us.

He nodded silently. I’ll try and get him interested in the sport again. If he had something else to fill his time, he’d stop calling on us to ease his boredom.

He drinks more and more, I said. I pity his poor wife.

Julian didn’t argue with me.

Shortly after, Phillip came to join us. He sunk down into the water on the other side of me. His eyes widened when he saw the whip marks on my chest. Are you all right? Has Claudius gone and lost his mind again?

I think I’ll live, but you’re right about Claudius. We will have to do something about him soon.

Phillip moved his hand over my cock and then looked

Reviews for House of Nicolaus

[silversurfer_1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Book three in the Gladiators SeriesThe final instalment of Gladiators…don’t miss the excitement, the passion and the unexpected conclusion.Since the death of his father, Claudius has descended into debauchery and decadence, leaving Samson and the others feeling very nervous about their future.Gold intends to buy Samson but is sure he will be denied so he embarks on a dangerous mission. Meanwhile his wife increases her demands on him, and insists on having his child; and Marius becomes suspicious of Gold’s activities.Will Gold be reunited with the man he loves, or will he lose everything in the attempt?Excellent next chapter in the saga of GOLD & SAMSON.