<div align="center"><strong>~Cingetorix- In the gladiator’s bathouse~</strong></div><br/>Cingetorix stood proud and tall before the doctore, his posture was defiant, though somewhat reverant. He would not allow any of them to see anything that may be perceived as even the slightest hint of weakness. His rugged chin lifted and he pulled back those broad, muscled shoulders just enough to puff out his chest. He locked eyes with the doctore as he spoke, reprimanding him for his behavior and the tussle with the other slave, now removed from the ludus and forgotten.<br/><br/>He began to open his mouth to speak, but was cut short by the sudden, biting sting of doctore’s whip. His blue eyes clenched shut tightly and he bit down hard, baring his teeth in a painful grimace. But he made no sound, faltering in his posture but for a moment. The sting of doctore’s whip slowly subsided and he wisely bit his tongue, bowing his head respectfully to doctore. “Apologies, doctore.” He glanced briefly to the other slaves and gladiators in the room, gauging their reactions. His expression almost seemed to be daring any of them to laugh, or comment on his punishment, but he never fixed his gaze on anyone in particular before those inquisitive blue orbs found the slave who had entered, now speaking to the doctore.<br/><br/>He listened as the slave informed doctore that the slaves were all to be properly bathed, oiled and scented and… shaved? He had seen glimpses of this during his time cutting and lifting stones in the service of his former dominus, but had never been privy to the process nor the purpose from his place among the lesser slaves. The slave girl promptly turned and disappeared<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Doctore:<br/>"Very well.”<br/><br/>“Alright, everyone! All Gladiators, including you new lot, are to be cleaned, oiled and shaved.  Get in line and you'll be inspected by the Dominus when it's all done.  Champion, you know the drill by now, I'm sure.”<br/><br/>“Let the Dominus know that they'll be ready within the hour, or I'll know the reason why."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>No sooner had those words left doctore’s lips than several slave girls spilled into the bathhouse, moving to various gladiators. Each had a leather pouch in hand and knelt before a gladiator before they set to the task they had been charged with. The slave girl who knelt before Cingetorix possessed an exotic beauty that intrigued and calmed him. His vibrant blue eyes instantly found hers when she looked up at him and spoke in that soft, tinkling voice. She was so soft spoken he nearly missed what she said entirely, her words almost drowned in the cacophony of noise spilling from the movements and words of the other slaves and gladiators.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Aishwa:<br/>“Please...you must hold still while I prepare you as commanded.”<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>His silent reply was that of the most subtle nod of his head, his eyes transfixed on hers until she tore her gaze away, focusing her attentions on the task before her. At her subtle prompting with the tool in her hand, he shifted his weight and widened his stance, giving her plenty of room to perform her task once she reached his thighs. He felt the sharp edge of the novacila as she pressed it to his skin and began to remove the hair from his legs. Her tiny hand curled about his calf and he felt all the more calm, so gentle was her touch. She efficiently removed all hair from his legs and stood, moving behind him.<br/><br/>His watchful gaze followed her as she moved behind him. Her time behind him was brief as his back was smooth and barren of hair already. He found her before him once more, the sharp tool and her skilled smoothing over his arms and chest before gliding down his torso. All vestiges of the dark hair that had once spread across his muscled chest, trailing down his torso and disappearing beneath that loin cloth, had vanished.<br/><br/>He almost smiled when she looked up at him with pink cheeks and nibbling on her lower lip. That timid voice sounded once more as her small, delicate hands lingered nervously upon the loin cloth.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Aishwa:<br/>“I must...I must shave all of your hair,”<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>She seemed to be waiting for him to remove the covering, and so he moved his strong, calloused hands to the bindings, brushing them over hers and trapping them between his hands the cloth for a moment. In seconds, the loin cloth pooled around his ankles and his manhood was exposed once more. She felt her small fingers grasp him and move him aside as her other hand skillfully and carefully rid his crotch of all hair. Her tenderness and skill made him feel very relaxed and comfortable. It was clear why she was chosen for this task, as any man would be quite nervous with a blade pressed so closely to their manhood. He watched her closely as she worked, his eyes finding her ebonies each time she glanced up at him.<br/><br/>Soon, her work with the novacila was complete and she poured a generous amount of oil into her hand. Her hands on his skin felt wonderful mixed with the heady oil and she deftly slithered her hands along his body, expertly working the oil in his muscled flesh. He admired her attention to detail, her thoroughness and skill. She finished with his leg and stood up, massaging the oil into his neck, his strong back and shoulders. He glanced back over his shoulder when he felt her small, slender hands upon his powerful buttocks<br/><br/>When she moved back in front him, he turned to look upon her. Her fingers traced the tattoo on his shoulder and then trailed along to his chest. He could see the arousal in those exotic eyes, he could see how her breath had quickened, making her chest rise and fall invitingly, and he could see how she squirmed just so, betraying the dampness that had gathered betwixt her thighs. The thought caused his eyes to darken with lust, and he held her gaze intently. When he felt her slender fingers delicately curl around his girth, his eyes half closed and he drew in a deep breath, clenching his teeth behind taut lips. He opened his eyes again and fixed them on hers, spreading his legs a little more for her as she began to massage him with both hands. His breathing began to quicken and his lips pulled back to show his teeth in a near lustful snarl as she worked is pulsing cock in her hands. His arousal was becoming plainly evident as his cock thickened in her expert hands. When she reached back and cupped his balls, a soft growl escaped his lips and he struggled to keep his hands to himself. He wanted her right here, right now. Her knees grew weak and she knelt before him, still massaging his cock dutifully. He was unable to help himself then and his hands reached out, tangling in those raven tresses as he stared hungrily to her dark eyes. His knees bent and he found himself pushing his hips out, wanting those lush, plump lips around his cock so desperately. Everyone else in the room seemed to have faded to black and he very nearly had his cock to her lips when a voice called out shattering that moment forever.<br/><br/>Her name was Aishwa, and just like that she stood in a flurry of movement and vanished from the room leaving him standing there, shaved and oiled with a thick, mostly erect cock. He glanced around at the others in the room and cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. Reaching down, he collected the loin cloth once more and moved towards the back of the room. He was unsure if he was to remain naked or redress in the loin cloth again so he would wait to see what the others would do. He tried to think on other things to douse the flames of his arousal the slave girl had elicited in him… and so he waited.<br/>