Having finished his dinner, and watched the other slaves coming and going to the kitchens he wondered at the absence of Cariad.  He had very much hoped that she would come in and provide additional distraction for him.  But now without her appearance Patrocles decided that he had enough waiting for today.  None of the other slave girls caught his interest enough to make an advance for any of them, or to try and win one of them to his bed so he rose and left the kitchens.<br/><br/>As he traversed the unfamiliar corridors of the new ludus he continued to take note of things that he could include in his report to Domina on the morrow.  Finally, feeling as though he could learn no more of the place that night he headed back towards where he knew the baths to be.  The man was used to cleaning every night after a long day’s training and he knew he would sleep better to remove the day’s dust and to soak in the hot water for some time before retiring to his cell.  As he turned down the final corridor he could feel the steam working its way up the hall to meet him.  The familiar smells of oil and soaps were there as well, a hint of it lacing the warm air.  He heard the trickle of water as the water of the baths was drained slowly, cycled through the fires to heat the water and then poured from the pipes to keep the water levels high and the heat constant.  Then, along with the sound of water the gladiator heard a low moan.  Instantly he was on guard, aware that someone may be hurt, and that someone may have hurt them… someone who may still be here.<br/><br/>Slowly and silently Patrocles crept down the corridor towards the dimly lit bath chamber.  Hushed whispers and low guttural moans continued to sound more regularly now as he drew closer.  Stepping into the shadows beyond the door he peered into the baths to look upon the big Egyptian kneeling between the female fighter’s legs, his face buried into her nether regions as he licked deliberately upon her womanhood.  Her face was flush with enjoyment and passion as her hips moved in time with his tongue.  Patrocles heard her moan again and realized that there was no cause for alarm and relaxed, looking more intently at the scene in front of him.  He had noticed the woman previously that day and thought that she was beautiful, but now in the heat of her passion she was amazing.  Her nipples protruding from her breasts rose hard from her bosom and showed just how much she was enjoying the touch of the Egyptian and her face glowed with a flushed pink hue.  Instantly Patrocles felt his own manhood stir in his loin cloth.  He took a step forward, and then stopped, choosing to watch and see what happened first before he would consider joining them.  Walking in now, unannounced and uninvited could escalate into violence if the Egyptian chose to see him as a threat or as someone challenging for his prize.  No, it would be best to allow them their own time without his interference… for now.<br/><br/>As his manhood grew harder he watched as the man began to rise up to behind her, bringing his hand down with a loud crack across her upturned buttocks.  She gasped sharply, a quick intake of breath followed by a deep moan of desire caused by the flash of pain on her.  The man stood fully erect now, in all sense of the word.  His body was something to behold, tight cords of muscle wrapped around his frame, and shown with great definition in the flickering light of the guttering candles.  His dick stood firmly away from his body, long and stiff as he worked his spit covered hand over it, giving it a sheen of moisture before moving his hips towards the waiting woman’s pussy as it stood spread open for him.  He pressed the head into her slowly and she moaned louder yet.  He leaned forward and there were whispered words that were too low for Patrocles to hear.<br/><br/>With his own dick hard now and knowing that this scene would continue to play out before him until he could control himself no more.  Patrocles decided that it would be best to leave now before the temptation grew too strong for him.  He could wait for awhile before bathing, or he could simply allow the dust to remain where it was and retire to his cell where he would need to take care of the raging in his loins by himself now unless he happened to find a partner between here and there, which seemed unlikely.<br/><br/>He turned down another corridor, one that would lead to his own hallway and saw a sleeping cell ahead that was lit.  Without knowing who resided there he approached cautiously, again staying in the shadows.  As he neared the doors he heard not the slow steady breathing of someone asleep, but rather the quick shallow breath of an aroused woman.  Curiosity filled him and he knew that he had to see what he heard.  With a final step he moved to where he could look into the room and survey the scene before him.  What he saw took his breath away.  Caris lay on her bed, half covered by a thin sheet, naked he guessed, and with her hands between her legs.  The flesh of her breast that he could see appeared flushed and bruised where he had man-handled her earlier that night, yet her nipples were hard with arousal.  By the flush of her skin he could tell that she was highly excited and would likely cum soon… instantly his dick hardened again at the thought.<br/><br/><strong><em>Why not?</em></strong>He thought to himself.  She was an incredibly beautiful woman, and even though there was clearly a mutual animosity between them there was also an evident raw, animalistic attraction, and frankly that was enough for him at this point.  He wondered briefly what she thought about as her fingers danced unseen over her woman hood, drawing her ever closer to her orgasm.  He was sure that if he walked into her room now she would not be pleased to see him, but at this point he was beginning to grow far beyond caring.  She thought of him with Domina and it caused her to hate him for it… perhaps she just needed the feel of a man inside her as well.  Regardless of what<em>she</em>needed Patrocles now knew that he needed the feel of a woman on his dick, and he could not make himself walk away again from another opportunity.  As he stood watching a moment more he noticed the signs of her impending orgasm begin to crash over her, and as she whimpered to herself, edging towards release, he stepped into her door way with a lascivious grin on his face.<br/><br/>