Hearing the woman’s sultry voice; thin and wispy, like air passing from a lover’s lips to his ears, Daire looked down at the slight figure in front of him and chuckled.  The chuckle built into a laugh and he let out a loud, deep, guttural laugh that shook his shoulders and chest.  Looking down again he cracked a wide grin and boomed in a voice that was thick with incredulity,<br/><br/>You are the trainer?  I need no lessons in fucking.  Go away, little whore, and bring me the doctore if the dominus is not available or will not soil his shoes with the dirt of the training grounds.  But I seek the one who is to train me at this ludus, not some waifish bitch who is only good for the servicing of my cock.  When I need my balls tended to I'll find you.<br/><br/>With these words Daire turns his face from the woman who now holds his manacled arms and continues scanning the area around him for some sign of weapons, or other training apparatus.  He still saw no other gladiators, only dogs walking their little play things around on leashes formed with words and glances.  One such imperial strode away with three women headed for an alcove or hallway of some sort.  Oh how he must have paid.  Daire scoffs and thinks,<em>Thinks very highly of himself I see.  His little imperial cock couldn’t satisfy a drunken virgin on her wedding night let alone 3 women at the same time.  Useless bastard!  Release me from my bonds and I’ll show you how a real man performs… how a Gaul performs... how a gladiator performs. </em><br/>