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The Barbarian
by GayFanBoy8
The Barbarian had fought many battles just to get here.
To only just be in this very arena. The arena of all arenas.
The Colosseum!
One match away from freedom.
All the warrior needed now was a single last victory...
One more win, and the man would become a citizen!
The Barbarian would achieve this final absolution.
Or die trying.
War was all the man knew.
War and Destruction.
Trained to kill since before his village had been attacked, the hunk's prowess as a fighter had only increased as a slave.
As an entertainer by murder. As a dancer of death.
From one small stadium to the next, The Barbarian had built his victories, slaying every man and beast alike whom stood against him in combat.
Every time the gorgeous stud would emerge triumphant.
Every time the muscled hunk would remain the last man standing.
Until The Barbarian had at last finally arrived here.
The capitol of all civilization.
The center of the known world.
Rome!
Here the man would finally have his chance to undo what had been done so many years ago.
To earn back what had been so unrightfully stolen.
To be what he had always been meant to be!
Free!
The Barbarian stood alone at the center of The Colosseum.
The first to enter the ring.
The roar around him was deafening!
But it was not the cry of some beast that was echoing in The Barbarian's ears.
No... it was the growl of that far more deadly!
The roar of men.
Turning to the crowd, The Barbarian raised his steel high!
Their response... rattled his bones.
These "citizens" wanted murder.
And The Barbarian would be happy to give it to them... one last time.
More cheers echoed.
His opponent had entered the stadium floor.
The time of violence was nigh.
The two gladiators charged.
Their swords clashed.
Their shields sang!
The Barbarian knew the dance well!
Thrust!
Pivot!
Parry!
Thrust once more!
His partner knew the same.
Downswing!
Kick!
Bash!
Locked in an intricate ritual of death, their eyes briefly met, as their steel touched between.
Neither hated the other.
Both men knew the score.
This lot was their burden.
But bear it each would....
...to the other's death!
Attack!
Dodge!
Press!
The Barbarian's opponent fainted left, then fell to his knees, using the blunt of his blade to knock the warrior's feet out from under him!
The Barbarian fell!
Cold steel was at his neck!
The crowd roared its true nature once more!
NO! IT COULD NOT BE!
The man felt sick!
He had failed!
The other warrior would be the one to be rewarded freedom!
And he?
It was up to The Emperor to decide!
From on high, the king looked down on the defeated combatant.
Then made his call.
A cock angled to the sky!
The Barbarian yelled in fear!
Anything but that!
Death would have been preferable by far!
But the warrior had always been too attractive for a fighter. And this flaw was about to be his doom!
Servants rushed onto the battlefield, chaining The Barbarian's arms and legs.
The man tried to struggle! But there were far too many!
Hoisting the felled warrior onto a barrel, the hunk was stripped of his armor until nothing but muscular bare flesh remained.
His round meaty orbs raised vulnerable and high, the crowd of The Colosseum went wild!
The mob knew what lay in store next for that winking bud!
Sloughing off his own padding, the other warrior let his armor fall to the ground around him.
The muscular behemoth stood naked and tall!
Victorious!
His cock grew large and hungry beneath!
Walking behind The Barbarian's upturned ass, the triumphant gladiator aimed his steel between the fleshy mounds of his defeated opponent!
Raising his arms to the sky, the warrior waited for the crowd's roar to become a fever.
And finally when the chants of their lust had become so loud that the earth itself began to tremble and quake... the victorious gladiator thrust himself inside the loser, all the way to the hilt!
The Barbarian could not hear his own scream!
Such was the cacophony of sound!
And then he was stabbed once more!
Pounded yet again!
Reamed wide ever further!
The winning gladiator had begun his hard steady unyielding fuck!
"AAAAAAA!" bellowed the chained combatant in far more shame than pain, years of undefeated masculinity vanquished by the onslaught of his conqueror's cock.
As his aching rectum was demolished in front the cheering crowd of thousands, The Barbarian's eyes became transfixed on the madness of it all.
He should have shut them tight.
He should have lidded the world from view.
But some more ancient part of the man's brain began to realize the moves of a new dance he was being forced to learn. And stayed his eyes from closing.
As the hungry thrusts behind The Barbarian continued to ram his asshole into nothing more than a wet, loose cunt... the defeated warrior realized that he too could have been one of the crowd himself.
And not only that, The Barbarian now had the closest front row seat, anyone could have never wanted!
Whatever old and animalistic workings of his mind existed, it had the ability watch his own manly destruction as if it was ocurring to someone else. And so the vanquished hero's eyes remained wide against his will, searching the crowd for more of the shame their roars instilled within his soul.
When the victorious gladiator behind, gripped his shoulders for leverage, eager to plow his manhood inside ever harder, ever further, The Barbarian found himself arcing his back to assist.
"Ugh! Fuck! Ugh!" the man whined in sinking confusion.
He could not be getting off on his own loss!
On his own rape!
But The Barbarian's surging cock beneath disagreed entirely!
Sweat beaded on the chained man's muscular body, as each new thrust of his attacker teased his sensitive anal ring more and more!
"Nooo!" cried out the failing man, realizing how bitched his body was about to become!
A slave to the Romans!
And now a slave to cock!
But there was nothing The Barbarian could do to quench the thirst growing inside! Each swing of his conqueror left the man's prostate singing for yet another, his anal lips relaxing ever further to let more of the real man inside.
The grunts turned to whines.
And then the whines to groans.
And finally in the end... The Barbarian was moaning for it more.
It felt so good!
The cock!
And the shame!
The roar of the spectators' dooming his mind just as much as the leaking phallus inside him.
His conqueror's greasy, slick dick was now sliding into the defeated man with such speed that it had become nothing but a blur of thick, veiny masculinity.
"FUUUCK," moaned The Barbarian as his own hard meat burped out below the same gooey cocksnot he could feel bubbling into him inside.
But the defeated warrior was not the only one to become victim to the chants of the crowd!
The triumphant gladiator was also feeling their need!
Goading him on!
Feeding his ego!
Feeling the change overcoming his vanquished foe, the manly stud wanted to show his auidence the fruits of his labor.
Gesturing to the servants at the side of the ring, the winning gladiator beckoned them to reposition his enemy.
This time to face the sky.
This time to show the crowd exactly how far The Barbarian had fallen.
When the chained man had been shifted, his back now stretched across the wooden barrel below, The Colosseum finally fell silent.
Hushed.
Awed.
The Barbarian's turgid member was dancing in the air above him.
Twitching.
Quivering.
Belching out precum like a guyser.
Then the roar returned! Louder than ever!
The thick cock back in him as well, pounding as hard as the victorious gladiator could manage!
Making the man's fail of a manhood dance ever more as it undulated and wagged, pointing skyward, painting The Barbarian's muscular abs beneath in its sticky dribble.
The incessant thrusting continued as the eyes of both winner and loser locked once more. The stare addicting to them both, feeding the growing need inside, as the cheers of the crowd edged them on toward their new destinies.
One to remain a man, and be free!
The other to become a bitch, and remain a slave.
Each their new dominant and desired sexualities.
Each future making their individual cocks quake for it more!
The Barbarian knew it true, much to the ache of his soul!
His body no longer wanted what it once had.
He now had the mind of a failure. Of a bitch!
And his new fate now made him so hard!
So incredibly hard!
The Bitch came!
Never once having touched his fail of a manhood!
Messing his handsome face with his worthless sloppy seed.
The crowd roared to his last final defeat!
The Barbarian was no more.
Defeated and vanquised inside The Colosseum like so many before.
The winning gladiator then came next, inseminating his conquest with a flood of his own masculinity.
The match was finally over.
But such was the extent of the magnificent sexual display, that a special event was called in its honor.
Every citizen that wished would have a turn with The Bitch, choosing any hole they pleased, as many times as they wanted.
While the games continued unabated in the center ring, a side show was created on the floor of The Colosseum. And it would be to last for days.
To last until the loser of a man at the center was coated in so much masculine slime that not one inch of his beautiful muscular form was not drenched in the seed of his betters.
The Bitch learned to take the swords of men, as much as he ever knew how to handle his own.
To learn how to slurp on their lengths, and to savor their flavors, as they gushed their spunk down his throat time and time again.
To be nothing of the man he was before.
When this celebration of his own masculine defeat had come to an end, the slave was returned to the cells beneath The Colosseum. This time to serve the needs of the other gladiators both before and after combat.
The man soon forgot his wants of freedom, as fleshy spear after fleshy spear rammed home inside him.
Instead he now dreamed the dreams of a cum soggy, lowly bitch faggot.
Content now to be nothing but the slave of slaves.
-The End