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Codes: mM, MM, MMF, MF, oral, anal
Date: 67 AD
   So, there we went...  the gladiators from Xandros, to assist in the
festivities of the festival of Faunus at the mansion of Creolexus.  Not
even in training for one year, even I was required to go this time.  So
much in demand were the services from Xandros' men.  Of course, I would not
participate in the orgy itself, but only assist the real gladiators like
Nexus, Lorcus and Titus Major.  And of course, not to forget Canelius the
Egyptian.  His activities in the arena where as much appreciated (and
profitable) as the services he provided between the soft linen sheets of
members from the local aristocracy.
   In fact this was the first time that I would be away from the house for
longer than a half day, since the moment I placed myself under Xandros'
tutorship.  The travels to Capua had been boring and general uneventful. 
Only pleasantly interrupted by a some nightly adventures with a few
inn-keepers daughters, who were quite happy to spread their legs and open
their mouth for the future marble merchant that I was expecting to become.
After all, that was Xandros' trade when he and father last met, so why
would it be different now?  And all the magnificent cities of the Empire
needed their marble to decorate each major building with statues.  Yes...
marble is where the profits are made.  But these expectations were swiftly
and thoroughly shattered to pieces as I reached the residence of Xandros.
At the designated location, the warehouse did not bore the expected sign
anymore.  My inquiries were answered with snickering responses and I was
sent to the new location of Xandros.  The first hint that something might
be amiss, were the shouts, grunt and screams combined with the rhythmic
thud-thud of wood hitting wood.  However, this could still be the marble
cutters at work and some crates for transport being constructed.  The
second hint, much more worrisome, was the sign that said: "Xandros School
of Gladiators".  Unfortunately, with the long travels behind me, without
any possibility of returning and with almost all of the money that my
father gave me now gone, I had no other choice but to enter this place and
present myself (and the predicament of my family) to Xandros.
   When I stood before him in the antechamber he looked just the way I
remembered him...  a big bulky man, with black curly hair, brown twinkling
eyes, thick fleshy lips and that typical straight sleek Greek nose that so
many of his people have.  At first he did not seem to be happy about seeing
me, but as he read the letter that I gave to him, his smile broke out and
accompanied the more and more intense shine in his eyes.  When finished
reading, he looked at me from head to toe, and said: "Julius, let me get
this straight...  your father is placing you under my custody, without any
limits and without any expected payment?  And you'll be only be able to
leave once you reach your twentieth year, right?  What age are you now?"
"Seventeen, Sir." "Do you have any problems that I should know of? 
Drinking habits?  Long lasting injuries?  Illnesses?" "None that I know of,
Sir." Looking at me intense once more, he then asked: "And what do you
think of this?" Aha...  the all important question...  by now I had
gathered that if Xandros was going to accept the offer my father made him,
I would most likely become one of the gladiator students (which meant
practicing with them, but for the rest being their servants as well), with
possibly becoming a real gladiator in a few years time.  The alternative
was...  well, nothing...  No place to sleep, no money, no food.  If I left
I could be expected to picked up as a drifter within a few days and end up
in the mines pretty soon.  Not really the side of the marble trade that I
envisioned...  Right now the best I could hope for was maybe a little
better treatment due to the earlier business ties between Xandros and my
father.  "My own poor judgment has brought our family and myself in this
situation.  It is better that more wiser and experienced men guide me to
keep me out of trouble." He smiled: "Oh, don't worry Julius, there will be
enough trouble here.  Make no mistake about that.  But, your mistakes and
punishment will be empty from political scheming.  Life in the school is
quite simple for the gladiators and those who wish or need to become one."
"Now, get out of your clothes let me decide on your training program." I
removed my tunica and sandals and stood before Xandros dressed in just my
loin cloth.  "All of it, Julius, every part of your body is important as it
belongs to the school now!" Off came the loin cloth and completely naked I
stood before the Greek.  "Hmmm...  maybe a bit slender, but we'll work on
that..." "Bones look ok...  now stretch...  feet wide apart and arms
horizontal to the left and right!" Doing as I was ordered, I felt the cool
evening air caress the now opened, sweaty crack between my ass and my free
hanging phallus and scrotum.  "Hmmm...  nimbleness and balance ok too... 
That cock should grow a bit but that will not be a problem for what I have
in mind." My puzzled look made him explain: "You will be either one of the
Velites, the rope-lancers, or become a Dimachaerus, with the double swords.
Both need extreme nimbleness and cannot be hindered by a massive cock or
heavy balls.  My final choice will depend on how your torso develops once
you start exercising." He was now standing close behind me and his right
hand found its way between the cleft of my ass.  His left arm hugged my
chest and pulled me back, even closer to him.  Looking down over my
shoulder, he now was able to see my cock react to the tickling that he
administered to my anus.  Even after the tiring traveling, I responded like
any seventeen year old boy.  My cock got hard and I pressed my ass ever so
lightly back against his probing fingers.  "Hmmm...  yes, you would
probably make a fine Velite.  That lance looks straight and powerful... 
But I will test its full capacity some other time.  Now go to join the rest
of the students and get some sleep.  Tomorrow will be upon us soon enough
and you will need the rest!" With something resembling regret I felt the
big man remove his fingers from my now sensitive sphincter.  Until then
another man had never touched me there or excited me so expertly that I had
gotten an erection.  In the visits to the brothels I had shared the
occasional prostitute with another man.  Sometimes the man made moves on me
as well, but it never excited me.  This time however it was different. 
With a sighs of relief (and some regret) I now finally lowered my arms, and
as all students (after the apparent Greek custom) were naked as long as
they were inside the school, I had to leave everything but the sandals and
made my way to the sleeping quarters.
   Xandros's earlier words 'life is simple' became the core of my existence
for the next period.  Xandros, as combined dominus and dottore of the
school, placed me in the sleeping quarters deep down in the basement with
the rest of the students.  Quite different from my own bedroom at home. 
Simple wooden bed, with straw instead of a mattress.  No pillows and
blankets.  Not that we needed the blankets anyway, since the combined
bodyheat from the half dozen students made it warm enough.  The gladiators
themselves slept one level up.  Most of them again in a central room, and
only a select few having a room of their own.
   The daily schedule of the students was indeed simple.  Wake up before
the gladiators and start pumping up water into the reservoir for the day.
As the men washed, some of us had to clean up the internal latrines in the
rooms and move the shit to the outdoor one.  The others kept pumping the
water to keep the central reservoir from becoming empty.  Once the men
finished breakfast and started their daily training routine, the students
got to wash up and eat (if there was anything left).  Which seemed logical
in a weird sort of way, once one of the other students explained it to me.
The gladiators were the ones that generated the income for the School.  The
students only were overhead.  Of course, a gladiator could have done the
tasks we did, but then he could not train and tune his skills further to
provide more income.  That being said, I can only remember five or six
times that the students did not have any food for a complete day and even
one of those was punishment for some gross stupidity from one of us.
   After breakfast four of us were assigned to the treadmill that drove
several mechanical training devices.  From the tales floating around I
eventually gathered that Xandros was the only one who used these devices.
For us, the students, it was a mindless and tedious job to keep the
treadmill up to speed.  But it did strengthen the legs and shoulders very
much.  The remaining students were kept around the training ground to
assist the gladiators when and where needed.  And, if one of the boys on
the treadmill was exhausted, he was replaced by one of them.  Thanks to the
long trip to Capua my stamina was good enough to keep up with the other
students and I only felt the whip of Xandros on my back a few times when he
noticed I was slacking off.  Like Xandros said, 'Life is simple'...  do
what you were told and you would survive.  Try to cut corners and
punishment would follow.
   My first weeks were spend mainly on that treadmill, because even as my
stamina was sufficient, my body had simply not enough strength yet to do
anything but the simplest tasks for the men who were training.  But even
from the treadmill I could see them battle each other or work the wooden
equipment.  And even from there I was impressed...  The smell of male
sweat, the deep throaty grunts, the cries when a hit was scored and the
opponent landed helpless on his back or took a blow to his chest, arm or
leg.  All this preparation for the slim chance on eternal glory in the
arena.
   But more about this on another occasion.  Now we were in the carriage on
our way to Creolexus where one of the main activities for the Lupercalia,
or festival of Faunus, was being staged.  This being one of the major
festivals, even the students were needed.  Our carriage was only the fifth
behind the parade of the Luperci who struck back and forth among the
spectators with their belts made of goat skin.  It was believed that the
any naked body part being hit would suffer no diseases the next year and
would bring the owner pleasure, joy and general good fortune.  So, looking
around from the elevated platform of the carriage, we could see men trying
to get hit on their arms, chest and even the occasional cock (probably
trying to sire some sons) and the same with the women (of course, tits
being exposed for future milk production and the cunt to improve
fertility). Not really sure if a full hit of an goatskin belt on your cock
and balls or cunt actually improved the fertility, but they seemed to think
so.  Once the Luperci had circled and blessed all of Capua and returned to
their temple, the carriages fanned out to the various mansions of the local
nobility where the more carnal aspects of the festivities would be attended
to.  Obviously, the common people also celebrated, but they could not
afford the gladiators or other artists of equal stature to perform.  They
moved into the tavern, bathhouses and brothels to eat, drink and fuck
everyone they could get their cock in and mouth, ass or cunt around (as
Xandros put it so eloquently).  In other words, exactly the same as what
happened Creolexus' place.  My task for the evening (or as long as the
bacchanal would last) was to assist Canelius the Egyptian in any way he or
one of the guests required.  The other students were assigned to the
remaining great gladiators like Nexus, and Lorcus.  From later talks with
them it appears the activities, of them and the gladiator they were
assigned to, did not differ significantly from mine.
   Canelius, with his slim but powerful physique, was dressed in nothing
but his subligaculum and earlier that day I oiled his massive torso, strong
legs and arms, his complete body with scented oils from his own country. 
Being from Egypt, his light brown skin shone seductively in the flames of
the just lit torches.  The evening would begin with a wrestling match
between two students, continued with two mock matches between beginning
gladiators and finally a match between Canelius and Titus Major.
   [t.b.c.] 
  
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