Gladiators Pt. III
GAY, WARNING, TESTICLES
The galdiator game reach their conclusion. How will Claudius fare? Will HIS balls pay the price of his opponant\'s victory?
` GLADIATORS: Part III `

CLAUDIUS HAD BEEN outstandingly lucky so far in his series of Gladiator
contests. He had already dispatched two worthy opponents and had taken their
manhood in bloody emasculation. Now, as he stood before the Emperor, he
wondered what challenge now lay ahead. “Well done, loyal slave,” the Emperor
smiled. “Your next challenge will be trial by lance.” Claudius looked to the
far side of the arena where his next opponent was already entering through the
heavy wooden door: a lithe, strapping young hunk, named Marcello, completely
naked and defended only be a leather shield in his left hand and a sharp iron-
tipped wooden lance in his right. A noble threw down a lance in front of
Claudius. He picked it up and stood spread-legged in the middle of the arena
waiting his adversary.

Marcello came running toward him at full gait, the lance held high and his
shield protectively covering his naked belly and genitals. In a moment they
were at it, each seeking the slightest chink in the other’s defense. Lance
rapped against lance as each sought an opening exposing a vital part of the
other’s body. Claudius jabbed a hard thrust at Marcello’s gut, but he handily
warded it off to one side and it merely glanced past his protective shield.
Now it was his turn, and he thrust it as hard as he could directly at
Claudius’ massive heaving breast, trying to pierce his pounding heart. But
Claudius, too, managed to side step the lethal weapon and now they faced one
another off once again. A quick thrust by Marcello nearly brought disaster to
Claudius! He gasped as he felt a sharp burning pain in his left muscular thigh
as the sharp lance tip pierced and tore a ragged gash in the bronzed
glistening flesh.

But it cost Marcello, too. His aggressive thrust put him momentarily in a
vulnerable position which Claudius was quick to take advantage of. A glancing
swipe tore open Marcello’s left leg from the groin to thigh. Marcello cursed,
but was thankful that it had spared his bulging young nuts by inches. Now they
fell upon each other with wild fury. Another glancing thrust produced a
superficial gash along Marcello’s trim, heaving belly just below the navel.
However, he returned the parry with a vicious jab that very nearly emasculated
Claudius! As it was, it tore open the bottom of his left sac, exposing the tip
of his raw testicle. He looked down at the blood running down from his groin
in horror as he saw the damage done to his most precious possession. In some
crazy way it stirred up his whole sexuality and he found himself actually
getting an erection! The engorged tip of his cock was protruding slightly from
its protective skin covering. DAMN! He certainly wanted no attention drawn to
his naked genitals!

He saw Marcello’s eyes sparkle with eager anticipation as they were drawn to
his burgeoning sex.. He lunged, lance held at mid-body level. Claudius parried
and thrust his lance, but he was off balance and it embedded itself in the
hard ground and snapped in two. Claudius cried in anguish and fear as Marcello
pressed forward. He tripped and fell backward and lay there, belly up, with
his legs pinned under him, spread wide apart exposing his hardening cock and
ripe balls and thrust-up belly. With a blood-curdling yell, Marcello stepped
up with his lance held aloft, seeking to thrust it deep into his waiting
crotch. With almost super-human desperation, Claudius waited until Marcello
was over his prone body. The he grasped the ragged end of his broken lance and
thrust it up into Marcello’s tender groin, lifting him completely off the
ground, his nuts flopping and his cock sticking straight out. Marcello’s war-
cry turned into an agonizing scream as the jagged wood entered his ass-hole
and plunged deep into his bowels, ripping the tender lining as it forced its
way nearly up to his belly. Marcello was already mortally wounded as he lay
there, spread-eagled on the blood-soaked ground.

Claudius stood over him in triumph and looked toward the Emperor’s pavilion
for his pleasure. Nero smiled and turned his thumb downward Marcello’s fate
was sealed. Claudius had earned the prize. With a deep, evil laugh, he reached
down toward the stricken youth’s big hairless nuts which now hung down deeply
between his spread legs. Marcello’s eyes bugged out as he saw him grasp his
naked cajones in his huge meaty right hand. He knew what was in store for him!
There would be no mercy. In a moment his precious young manhood was going to
be taken from him forever. His eyes tracked every movement as they focused on
his already bulging testicles in their pulsing, shiny bag.

The veins stood out like small cords on the skin surface of his ball sac and
shaft. In hideous fascination, he watched the fingers tighten on his nut-sac
and begin to twist and pull the fragile organs upward. A piercing scream left
his gaping open mouth as he felt them stretched to their very limits—and then
begin to tear. Claudius was almost ecstatic as he felt the warm genitals
straining from the security of their groin. A second twist and Marcello’s eyes
grew frantic. A final twist, and he felt the inner cords and delicate sperm
tubes rupture and then the smooth hairless skin began to tear as the entire
sac of nuts was slowly but inexorably ripped from his crotch. He braced his
right foot on Marcello’s thigh and pulled with all of his might. Marcello’s
crotch erupted with blood and spattered sperm as the bag tore free and he held
the liberated balls in his fist! For the final humiliation, he stuffed the
still warm nuts into Marcello’s screaming mouth, the tissue strangling him
with his own manhood. Then he raised his broken lance and with one last mighty
thrust, sent it deep into young Marcello’s navel. It pierced his heaving
belly, skewering him to the ground.

Claudius had won his three matches. He stroked his rock-hard prick and fondled
his wounded balls. They would heal! He was now free from further contest that
afternoon. Perhaps forever if he found favor with the lustful Nero who had
watched the spectacle with obvious fascination. But then, Nero had a way of
exacting his own special satisfaction from his gladiators when he was finished
with them!

  

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