Victor the Gladiator
"Hey!" a man shouts.
He isn't talking to them but it's all it takes for his training partner to be distracted. The boy looks a bit younger than him, maybe 20 or 18 years old. He is ugly and clumsy with his sword. Victor can't believe his managers are wasting his time making him train with a weakling like this. Victor knocks the sword out of the boys hand and sends him flying with a kick to the chest. He should keep training a bit more before his match but the last boy frustrated him so much that he needs to cool down. He was given a temporary room in the back of the coliseum where he could get ready before the match and patch up his wounds after, if he got any, so Victor decides to head there.
The room is small and smells of sweat and blood. There is only enough room for an armours and weapons rack, a small table and a chair. This is an old and poor coliseum so he wasn't expecting much anyway. At least his managers furnished it with his few requests: a pitcher of pale ale, fresh fruits and a boy whore from the Love Palace. The boy looks young; he's quite short and thin with short curly black hair on his head and nowhere else guessed Victor though he couldn't see through the boy's navy robe. When he sees Victor he greets him with a large smile of unexpectedly good teeth for someone from the Love Palace.
"Can I get you anything, sir?"
"You're not a servant, boy. You're here for only one reason"
Victor swiftly removes his sweaty training tunic and throws it in a corner. He walks across the room and sits his naked body on the chair. The boy seems neither pleased nor dismayed but he hesitates all the same. Victor nudges at his half-hard dick.
"C'mon, boy! Get to work,"
The boy gets on his knee and brings his soft lips to Victor's now fully erect organ. The boy slowly strokes Victor's cock while teasing him with his tongue and lips. The game could be enjoyed if they were on a silk bed with no worries and all the night before them but, now, they haven't got all day.
"We're not gonna make love and spoon after. Just make me cum, boy!" and he pushes the boys heads down, driving his 9 inches down his throat.
The boy chokes on Victor's meat but manages to gather himself and starts blowing him. Both of his hands are on Victor's thighs, stroking and massaging his hard muscles, while his head hungrily slurps up and down his dick. When the boy comes up for air, he can see his pre-cum oozing and mixing with the boy's saliva on his penis's head, only to be swallowed again. The boy was now doing a good job. Victor slid his hands in the boy's dark curly hair and tried to think of something to get him off.
His thoughts wandered for a moment but settled on his memory of two nights ago. Three naked men in a single large bed. They were foreign merchants that he met in a bar. There were older than him, in their 30s and one in his 40s most likely. They had seen him in a fight at the coliseum that day and were fawning over him like schoolboys over the princess. He had followed them to their inn to begin a parade of blowjobs, making out and hard fuck. Victor probably had every surface of his body licked and kissed that night. He played the only top and fucked them all turn by turn until everybody came at least twice and all fell asleep. He remembered going to the bathroom and feeling how sore his dick was when he felt the arms of one of them hugging him. The kisses in his neck, the biting on his ear. He was getting hard again even if couldn't find the strength to fuck again. So it came to a nice surprise when he felt the man's wet fingers and soon his cock slide in his rectum. The man gripped Victor's hips and rammed him hard and fast until Victor came in a fountain of cum and the man up his ass.
Suddenly, the door of the small room slammed open, Marcus came in and stopped short starring at Victor and the boy sucking him. The boy starred back, he seemed to wonder if that man was going to be another customer or something else. Victor pushed his head back against his dick, nudging him to keep going.
"What is it Marcus?"
"Some fighter hurt himself training so you're fight was moved. You're next"
"Fine" Victor sighed.
He gripped the boy's hair and lowered his head to his balls. The boy started licking and sucking on them while Victor grabbed his cock and jerked himself. Marcus looked impatient and about to say something but he also seemed to want to see his fighter cum and Victor did. Thick ropes of hot cum rolled down his hand and dripped on the boys face. All the pressure and stress seem to disappear, for a moment only. Victor stood up and wiped himself on the boys robe.
"Who am I fighting again? Some guy from the north?"
"Yes, from Forgeville. His mangers claim he's gifted with all kinds of weapons but from what I heard he always fights with a sword."
Victor slipped in his reinforced fighting shorts and put on his leather arm guard. Since he's fighting a swordsman he decides to go with a sword also. He is about to put on his plastered jacket when Marcus stops him.
"You're fighting in bare chest today. The public loves to see your body and if you get a few more scars you'll just look more fearsome."
"Or I'll look weaker"
Victor grudgingly puts his jacket back on the rack, picks up his bastard sword and heads to the arena.
Liam the Lord
"Here is your ale. It's one silver coin"
"There and thank you sir"
Liam should've kept the politeness to himself because he only got a "look who thinks he's fancy now" look from the waiter. It was just a reflex from court but something that was now making him stand out. It's not like he was coming here in secret but when he likes to go as a simple spectator when scouting for new fighters. Although, on a hot day like this perhaps he should have taken a shaded suite.
