I'd heard about Crixus and fell in love with him ever since the day he defended my pride. The day I'd gone down to the gladiator quarters to serve food, I was ordered by Senator Grammatius to go provide for his three most awarded gladiators, and that's how I found myself at the mercy of Flamma, the arrogant gladiator who wanted more than the wine and food.
The brute tried to tear my tunic and have his way with me; of course I refused, and he raised a fist at me. His massive hand was so tightly clenched that his veins popped up. With impressive agility, he wanted that very huge fist to connect with my slender jaw, but it was held up by Crixus before it hit me. He nodded with his head towards my escape route, and I left them having a very intense staring contest with Flamma.
And now I found myself in the Roman bath with Crixus. Ever since that day, I began thinking about Crixus. He even told the senator to make me his personal servant and bring him food to his chambers, among other personal chores. (I know what you are thinking, but they were not perverted chores.) Being that he was the number one gladiator, I never had trouble with Flamma again.
Every time I brought him food, he'd ask me about my day, and we'd end up talking until it was time for me to go. He was a quiet guy whose questions were a single sentence, but he'd listen to every single one of my many words. Sometimes he'd smile at my babbling, which made me blush and make my stomach turn in a good way.
Back to the bath house, we were kissing—something that had been around for, I don't know, how long— but our ancestors had introduced this wonderful gift of connection. Our lips were on each other, and we were entangled together as we made love. He had me on his lap, my fingers laced around his thick neck. He was a huge guy who's constant fighting and training had him gain muscles that bulged whenever he'd grab a sword. I really don't want to get into the details of me watching him from the balcony as he fought within the colosseum, he was a fine specimen but If you must insist.
His sculpted torso would shimmer in the noon sun whenever he danced around that sandy arena, all sweaty, and swung his sword with confidence. Those solid abs would clench and unclench when he tossed and turned around the field. His powerful thighs would stand firm against the ground just as those sandle straps squeezed his meaty calves. He was nearly impossible to trample when he entered his field. I would stare at him alongside my master (who, by the way, oogled at him too), and when he went for the win, I'd be clapping with the audience, and every single time, he would look my way, hold my gaze for a moment, and smile. Of course the senator thought that smile belonged to him, but I knew better since he'd told me that he was always giving me that smile, for I had become his lucky muse.
Sidetracked again, I cannot stop talking about Crixus, but continuing on, I had my hands on his huge, hairy pectorals while we continued kissing wetly, and then our tongues got involved. He was sucking on my tongue and practically devouring my mouth into his own. His hands grabbed my hips as he pulled me closer to his body. I felt his humongous cock, which was surrounded by a thick bush of black hair, brushing against my exposed skin.
Forgotten where my tunic and his leather loin cloth that had been cast asunder on the rocks and wet floor as we had our bodies intertwined.
I had my hands peruse through his thick curls, and his hooked nose would stab at my cheek as we couldn't unglue the lips. They were so tightly closed together that it wouldn't stop the oscillation from going on.
Then he stopped and stood up as he gently put me aside. I gasped at seeing him stand up with a full erection. I was finally getting the full, bare view of his powerful body without any clothing. I couldn't count how long and hard he was, but his short foreskin was gladly exposed his huge purple crown. Veins ran down his member, and it was pulsating up and down. His cock was restless, moving up and down like he was, and when I looked up, his brown eyes twinkled with hunger for me, and he nodded. He must've known what I was thinking, which gave my stomach butterflies.
Without thinking, my body took over as I reached out with my hand to touch that master piece. He was waiting for me, which was a good thing because I thought he wouldn't want it. My hand began pulling back the foreskin, and I exposed the head. It was leaking something that came out of his urethra. It was sticky and so clear. He hissed and closed his eyes when my thumb touched the entrance at which the sticky liquid came from, and my hand began going up and down along his huge shaft. It felt good to have his cock in my hand. I don't know why it was so. We had always kissed and cuddled, but that was it. And this was my first time being able to see him without his loincloth on.
“Faster!” He growled at me, and my hand once again moved on its own. I increased the pace, and more of that sticky, clear liquid kept coming out until his entire cock was really slippery. And my hand was full of that sticky substance. The substance had a new scent it carried as it hit my nose, and my mouth wanted to have a taste, but Crixus stopped my thoughts as he bent his head down until I was on kissing level, and he kissed me once again with vigor.
Without wasting any more time, he turned me around and ordered me to bend over for him. I was excited about what he was going to do next.
Back tracking once again, I'd spied on my master and could see how he was always bent over and had things done to him. Things that I found myself wanting to experience. The way that guy could use his tongue on the senator’s exposed arsehole. I watched for minutes, seeing the look of enjoyment on my master's face when he was being given the tongue, and then the guy would stand up, spit in his hand, and apply his saliva to the master's outside.
Then the man would keep rubbing his fat hands around the master's hole, which would make my master give out a strange sound that resembled someone who was crying but was not.
Then he'd go on to insert his two dominant fingers into my master's hole, and my master would make that sound again, and this time the sound got louder. A kind of sound that was neither hurtful nor painful but something wonderful enough to make my own cock grow a bit.
The man would push his fingers in and out of my master's arse while my master would have his back and hips follow the man's rhythm. This could go on for minutes until I'd hear my master beg for the man's cock. I was always wondering what was good enough to make my master, the most ruthless senator in all of Rome, beg and become such a submissive person.
I was about to find out when I felt a huge wet finger make its way into my own hole. I felt a sharp pain as my anal muscles stretched, and I wanted to jump away, but a reassuring hand on my waist gave me comfort. The finger was all the way in, and I expected more pain, but it didn't come. Instead, the more he pushed the wet finger in, the more the pain faded away, and some pleasurable feeling clothed my entire body.This felt so good that I, too, began matching my hips to the push and pull action of Crixus’ finger.
Then I felt another finger join the first one, and another sharp pain attacked my anal muscles, but this time I didn't run; I sucked in a huge gulp of air and endured. Like before, the pain began vanishing when he pushed it further inside. This was a really great feeling, and I wanted him to add more fingers, which he didn't do because he pulled his two fingers out. My arse felt empty, and I missed having something huge inside so much that I whimpered. But it hit me when I realized why my master begged for more, and I was also ready to beg Crixus for more of his fingers.
"More, Crixus, please give- me more." I was breathless with every word that came—a struggle. Thankfully, Crixus understood me as I heard him spit once again. I braced myself for more salivary fingers, but no, instead I felt something warm, soft, and huge. I tried to force myself to open my entrance even further. It was Crixus' huge cock trying to make its way into my open hole. Not even his huge meaty fingers could top the thickness of his cock.
The wave of expected pain washed upon me as I felt my muscles tear from being pulled apart forcibly. I wanted to run away yet again, but Crixus' gentle hands held me in place, and his shushing sounds helped me relax enough for his head to finally shout victory as it finally caved in. He released an unexpected breath I didn't know he had held. It looked like he was worried about me even when he was impaling me from behind.
Such a gentleman...
That made me smile through the pain and gave me the courage to relax and open up. He began pushing the rest of himself inside, and I knew what was going to happen as the pain became less bearable with every inch he placed in me.
Finally, he was all in, and he stayed still for a moment. He bent down and kissed my back, which made me shiver. He traced his way until he was kissing my neck while his cock happily explored my confines.
I hummed as I reached over to touch his cheek while he'd reached my neck, and he chuckled.
He told me that it was time to move, and I braced myself. He pulled out and pushed back in gently. It was still a bit painful, but not as much as it was before. The more he acted on my body, the more the pain turned to pleasure.
His pace began to increase when he saw that I was not hissing anymore but rather softly moaning whenever he'd connect his groin to my butt. It was the very same sound my master had produced whenever he was being done with by whatever guy he had each night. I was surprised he didn't have Crixus for himself but that was something to worry about later on.
He began behaving like the animal he was, and I loved it.
Crixus' began pounding me mercilessly, and I also began noticing that with every thrust, it sent a surge of pure bliss to my very own cock, and something began rising within me. It started from within my balls, and it rose. It felt so good that I didn't want it to stop.
Crixus' movements were doing something to me within, and the feeling rose until it kept rising until I felt it in my urethra. My own cock was feeling the thrusts from Crixus' thumping movements. The more he moved, the more the trail kept on rising. It was moving at a very fast rate, leaving more trails of pleasure through my entire body.
It finally came spilling out of me and down to the floor. It kept coming out, very sticky cum kept oozing out of me in thick strips that followed each other. It poured from me until it couldn't anymore, and the rising feeling from within my ball pouch subsided along with my energy.
My body was jerking forward as Crixus' kept at me from behind. His very own wide groin would connect with my arse, creating a slapping noise that drowned out every other vibration in the bath house. He was pumping into me with determination and joy until his very breath had begun to quicken and his grip on my hips was even tighter. I immediately knew that he was also having that rising feeling I'd felt earlier, and his back and hips moved faster than before.
The constant rubbing within my walls felt so good that my cock was semi-hard again by then. He finally grunted and growled as I felt something warm pour into my arse, and it was a lot. Crixus' had had his rising moment too, and he shuddered with every spill until it was all out. We stood there with him still embedded in me, and our breaths were foggy against the steamy bath. That's how we had first sexual encounter. I didn't want him to pull out, but we had to go on with other activities.
Yes, we had a lot more encounters—many more than these ones—and I learned more sex terms than I'd ever known.
The end.
