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There was almost nowhere in the ludus of Cassius Albus that was protected from the noise outside. Situated as it was, adjacent to the amphitheater also owned by Albus, it was right in the bustling heart of Rome. It was one of the biggest and busiest households in the city. Aside from the amphitheater itself the structure had a beautiful mosaic-tile entry hall, a central courtyard with a rainpool and gardens, lavish residential suites, and barracks for the house slaves. The slaves' barracks were attached by a barred-iron door and a stone tunnel to the ludus, the home and school of Albus' prized gladiators. The ludus had its own courtyard where the gladiators trained, flanked on three sides by barracks and on one side by a mess hall and infirmary. It was this side that was connected to Albus' household, and there was a large balcony on the villa's upper level which overlooked the gladiators' courtyard.
Lucia, wife of Cassius Albus, stood on the balcony day beside her husband, carefully observing the gladiators at training. She stood, and he sat in a wicker chair; her eyes were focused upon the fighting men, his eyes glazed over and distant. The games of the Saturnalia were approaching and it was yet to be decided who would be competing. Albus still thought he was the one who decided but in reality it was Lucia who guided him in almost every decision pertaining to his duties as a lanista. His mind and body had been failing for years now, and in that time his wife had taught herself how to pick up all of the slack left in his wake.
"The new recruits are fighting well," Lucia observed out loud.
"Hmm? Ohh, recruits." Albus mumbled. "Yes, very good. Segovax should do well for the upcoming match."
Lucia rolled her eyes. "Segovax is dead. He was new a year ago, and he died not five minutes into his first fight in the ring."
Albus looked shocked. "Good gods! Then who's going to fight in the Vulcanalia?"
"The Saturnalia," Lucia corrected him. She pressed her fingers to her temple and gave a frustrated sigh. The damned old man grated on her nerves more and more each day...and soon he would die, and without an heir, she'd be forced to marry another damned old man and start the whole thing over again.
"The Saturnalia? Ohhh..." Albus nodded, his mind beginning to wander again.
Lucia's eyes drifted back to the recruits working at their drills. Some of them trained in subligaria, leaving little to the imagination, while others trained completely naked. She couldn't help but admire their rippling muscles as they moved, how the sheen of sweat on their tanned skin made their bodies seem to glow beneath the sun like cast bronze. Their feet kicked up the sand beneath them in quickly-settling clouds, and their grunts and shouts echoed off the stone walls of the courtyard. One of them, one of the naked ones, was fighting with an erection. Perhaps the thought of victory made him hard, or perhaps he wanted to mount the man he was fighting once their drills were over. Lucia didn't realize at first that she was staring. Her attention was only broken when the erect gladiator was knocked to the ground by his opponent.
"Segovax!" Albus declared suddenly. "Let's put Segovax in the Vulcanalia."
Lucia was struck with an idea. "Darling," she said. "Let me choose the fighters this time, won't you?" She'd never been so forward about it with him but she had a different goal now. Turning back to the balcony she called out, "Doctore!"
The Doctore, the eldest of the gladiators and the one who taught all the others, turned and called back, "Yes, Domina?"
"Have the three most promising recruits sent up to Albus' study in an hour. My husband and I wish to examine them more closely before who decide who will be fighting in the Saturnalia. We want to see the three with the most power and vigor."
Of course, as always, Albus grew tired and retreated to his bedroom for his afternoon nap within the hour. And so it was that only Lucia received the three gladiators in the study...just as she'd hoped and planned.
Adrianus Barzilau, was a stunningly handsome man of regal descent, and was a distant cousin of the great Gaelic warrior Vercingetroix Son of the Tribal Leader of the Belgae, only 20 years old, he was raised to be a future Chief of the region, if not King of all the Gaelic tribes. Belgae (the area bordering modern day Belgium), had proven a worthy adversary, and Ceasar's attack had been one of the costliest of all the Gaelic Battles. However eventually the relentless assault of the skillful roman archers had worn down any resistance..Despite being only 20, he was a leading general for his father, and the fiercest fighter in the legion.
During the battle the young man was knocked out cold by one of the many rocks which rained down from the roman catapults. As defeat became imminent, his top aide had removed his royal armor, and headgear, and left him there so he would not be immediately killed. As the fight ended, he and many other unconscious soldiers were heaped into carts to be taken to the roman slave markets and sold. Adrianus was a rare specimen, and the head of the House of Albus paid top dollar at auction for the young man.
It was quickly apparent in training that he was no ordinary prospect, immediately adept with a sword like none other, he was easily the most skillful candidate, despite the fact he tried to hide his skills, as he was in no hurry to find his way into the Saturnalia. He knew the lifespan of even the most skillful gladiator was short as they needed to keep raising the challenge until even the mighty Mars would have been defeated. No, Adrianus was biding his time. Feigning ignorance of the language, that in reality he spoke with the ease of a Senator. Hoping for the moment where he could use his wits and skill to escape, and possibly return home, and try to regain his life.
What he couldn't fake were his looks, physique and his well endowed phallus. It did not take long for the young women and servants of the House of Cassius Albus to identify the young slave. Slipping bribes to Doctore of food, wine and even the occasional gold coin, Andreas would be brought out with his hands tied behind his back and his legs shackled. Shirtless, muscles rippling and blond hair and blue eyes almost never seen in this parts. The women would move his loin up and feast their eyes on his 8 and half inch long, 2 and a half inch wide cock. Soon the women were so frequent and so numerous they received a nickname by the men, Mirator de gallus chrysitis, or "the admirers of the golden cock". The women held little appeal to the would be god, turned slave, and he simply laid there as they acted out their fantasies on his body.
The other men were envious, not only of the lavish attention, although some of them had miratos as well, but many of the gladiators were homosexual, and they wanted to enjoy the gallus chrysitis and its handsome owner every bit as any woman. Hence, he soon was unable to avoid showing his skill, nearly killing two men who tried to jump and rape him one night.
The women were fine, actually a diversion rom the stink and filth of his quarter and the other men, but to his heart was elsewhere. He wondered day and night what had happened to his Brighid, his betrothed gaelic princess, and the only woman he had ever known or loved prior to his capture. He had seen the Domina, a strikingly beautiful woman, classic and regal, from above as he had fought in the yard that day. However, the one he truly took notice of, was her young hand maiden, the girl was beautiful, yet refined, as the personal servant of the Domina must be, the kind of woman that reminded him of his Brighid, little did he know his love had been brutally raped and left to die by the brutish Roman soldiers after his capture.
He had just finished training, having easily beaten that man with the erection that had dared show interest in him. He and the other men, were just sitting down for their meal of mutton and wine when Doctore walked in. "Rufeus, Drachus, and Adrianus, get up and follow me, Cassius has requested your audience for review", the three men looked at each other, they were clearly the three best fighters but Rufeus and Drachus were each a couple of years older than Andrianus, and they were each from different conquered lands. The men respected the others for their fighting skills, but had no other relationship, but assumed they were being summoned to fight or put on some sort of exhibition.
However, as they entered the domicile of the Master, Cassius Albus was nowhere to be seen. Doctore bowed, "As you requested Domina, these are our three finest gladiators..."
Adrianus bowed, as did the other candidate gladiators, but when he looked up, he not only saw the Domina, but over her shoulder, his eyes locked briefly with the beautiful, blushing handmaiden...
Lucia, wife of Cassius Albus, stood on the balcony day beside her husband, carefully observing the gladiators at training. She stood, and he sat in a wicker chair; her eyes were focused upon the fighting men, his eyes glazed over and distant. The games of the Saturnalia were approaching and it was yet to be decided who would be competing. Albus still thought he was the one who decided but in reality it was Lucia who guided him in almost every decision pertaining to his duties as a lanista. His mind and body had been failing for years now, and in that time his wife had taught herself how to pick up all of the slack left in his wake.
"The new recruits are fighting well," Lucia observed out loud.
"Hmm? Ohh, recruits." Albus mumbled. "Yes, very good. Segovax should do well for the upcoming match."
Lucia rolled her eyes. "Segovax is dead. He was new a year ago, and he died not five minutes into his first fight in the ring."
Albus looked shocked. "Good gods! Then who's going to fight in the Vulcanalia?"
"The Saturnalia," Lucia corrected him. She pressed her fingers to her temple and gave a frustrated sigh. The damned old man grated on her nerves more and more each day...and soon he would die, and without an heir, she'd be forced to marry another damned old man and start the whole thing over again.
"The Saturnalia? Ohhh..." Albus nodded, his mind beginning to wander again.
Lucia's eyes drifted back to the recruits working at their drills. Some of them trained in subligaria, leaving little to the imagination, while others trained completely naked. She couldn't help but admire their rippling muscles as they moved, how the sheen of sweat on their tanned skin made their bodies seem to glow beneath the sun like cast bronze. Their feet kicked up the sand beneath them in quickly-settling clouds, and their grunts and shouts echoed off the stone walls of the courtyard. One of them, one of the naked ones, was fighting with an erection. Perhaps the thought of victory made him hard, or perhaps he wanted to mount the man he was fighting once their drills were over. Lucia didn't realize at first that she was staring. Her attention was only broken when the erect gladiator was knocked to the ground by his opponent.
"Segovax!" Albus declared suddenly. "Let's put Segovax in the Vulcanalia."
Lucia was struck with an idea. "Darling," she said. "Let me choose the fighters this time, won't you?" She'd never been so forward about it with him but she had a different goal now. Turning back to the balcony she called out, "Doctore!"
The Doctore, the eldest of the gladiators and the one who taught all the others, turned and called back, "Yes, Domina?"
"Have the three most promising recruits sent up to Albus' study in an hour. My husband and I wish to examine them more closely before who decide who will be fighting in the Saturnalia. We want to see the three with the most power and vigor."
Of course, as always, Albus grew tired and retreated to his bedroom for his afternoon nap within the hour. And so it was that only Lucia received the three gladiators in the study...just as she'd hoped and planned.
Adrianus Barzilau, was a stunningly handsome man of regal descent, and was a distant cousin of the great Gaelic warrior Vercingetroix Son of the Tribal Leader of the Belgae, only 20 years old, he was raised to be a future Chief of the region, if not King of all the Gaelic tribes. Belgae (the area bordering modern day Belgium), had proven a worthy adversary, and Ceasar's attack had been one of the costliest of all the Gaelic Battles. However eventually the relentless assault of the skillful roman archers had worn down any resistance..Despite being only 20, he was a leading general for his father, and the fiercest fighter in the legion.
During the battle the young man was knocked out cold by one of the many rocks which rained down from the roman catapults. As defeat became imminent, his top aide had removed his royal armor, and headgear, and left him there so he would not be immediately killed. As the fight ended, he and many other unconscious soldiers were heaped into carts to be taken to the roman slave markets and sold. Adrianus was a rare specimen, and the head of the House of Albus paid top dollar at auction for the young man.
It was quickly apparent in training that he was no ordinary prospect, immediately adept with a sword like none other, he was easily the most skillful candidate, despite the fact he tried to hide his skills, as he was in no hurry to find his way into the Saturnalia. He knew the lifespan of even the most skillful gladiator was short as they needed to keep raising the challenge until even the mighty Mars would have been defeated. No, Adrianus was biding his time. Feigning ignorance of the language, that in reality he spoke with the ease of a Senator. Hoping for the moment where he could use his wits and skill to escape, and possibly return home, and try to regain his life.
What he couldn't fake were his looks, physique and his well endowed phallus. It did not take long for the young women and servants of the House of Cassius Albus to identify the young slave. Slipping bribes to Doctore of food, wine and even the occasional gold coin, Andreas would be brought out with his hands tied behind his back and his legs shackled. Shirtless, muscles rippling and blond hair and blue eyes almost never seen in this parts. The women would move his loin up and feast their eyes on his 8 and half inch long, 2 and a half inch wide cock. Soon the women were so frequent and so numerous they received a nickname by the men, Mirator de gallus chrysitis, or "the admirers of the golden cock". The women held little appeal to the would be god, turned slave, and he simply laid there as they acted out their fantasies on his body.
The other men were envious, not only of the lavish attention, although some of them had miratos as well, but many of the gladiators were homosexual, and they wanted to enjoy the gallus chrysitis and its handsome owner every bit as any woman. Hence, he soon was unable to avoid showing his skill, nearly killing two men who tried to jump and rape him one night.
The women were fine, actually a diversion rom the stink and filth of his quarter and the other men, but to his heart was elsewhere. He wondered day and night what had happened to his Brighid, his betrothed gaelic princess, and the only woman he had ever known or loved prior to his capture. He had seen the Domina, a strikingly beautiful woman, classic and regal, from above as he had fought in the yard that day. However, the one he truly took notice of, was her young hand maiden, the girl was beautiful, yet refined, as the personal servant of the Domina must be, the kind of woman that reminded him of his Brighid, little did he know his love had been brutally raped and left to die by the brutish Roman soldiers after his capture.
He had just finished training, having easily beaten that man with the erection that had dared show interest in him. He and the other men, were just sitting down for their meal of mutton and wine when Doctore walked in. "Rufeus, Drachus, and Adrianus, get up and follow me, Cassius has requested your audience for review", the three men looked at each other, they were clearly the three best fighters but Rufeus and Drachus were each a couple of years older than Andrianus, and they were each from different conquered lands. The men respected the others for their fighting skills, but had no other relationship, but assumed they were being summoned to fight or put on some sort of exhibition.
However, as they entered the domicile of the Master, Cassius Albus was nowhere to be seen. Doctore bowed, "As you requested Domina, these are our three finest gladiators..."
Adrianus bowed, as did the other candidate gladiators, but when he looked up, he not only saw the Domina, but over her shoulder, his eyes locked briefly with the beautiful, blushing handmaiden...