<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Dominus Augustus Magnus stood with hands clenched behind his back as he watched the Gladiators train. The days of his father were long gone, this stock and prospered under his watchful eye. Every victory was a testament to him and his House. <em>House Magnus</em>. Yet the upcoming victories would be worth naught if the Legatus was not impressed enough to request his Gladiators fight in the big games. The Dominus would secure his place in the games in three days when the doors to his home would be opened to the finest people to be found for miles around, especially the Legatus. <br/><br/>It would be an event the likes of which are rarely seen, he had gone to great expense to secure fine wines, exotic foods and talented entertainers. The Gladiators would be cleaned and presented to for the amusement of their betters. They would mock-fight as commanded or if the interest was there they would fuck, a slave perhaps or maybe they'd just fuck each other. Perhaps there would be a guest that would like to fuck a Gladiator in the arse or watch one of his Titans suck them off, they'd do that do and they'd smile for every drop of Roman cum that blessed their face and throat. Then there was the other slaves, the girls. What they wore now left little to the imagination, but they'd wear even less at his grand party. They may not even wear a cloth, perhaps he would just put them in bronze and jewels to show his prestige. How could the Legatus deny him when even his slaves were dressed the finest in the city? <br/><br/>He glanced to one side when his cup of wine was refilled by Geila. With a firm hand he took up the cup and sipped at the red wine. The cold wine was a welcome sensation under the unforgiving sun. Geila would certainly perform at his party. She always was a favourite,  such innocent beauty. What man could resist not staining such sweetness? Then there was Amethyst, the gift from King Leonid. That alone was enough to excite a man, nevermind the pleasing face and the curves. Then of course there was Lydia, the Gladiators enjoyed her often. They would all serve, be it wine or on their knees, for the glory of the House. <br/><br/></span>