Gladiators By Nathan Harvey
The Gladiators was thought to be one of the most exclusive fraternities at school. In reality it was an off campus organization completely free from any school influence or domination. Gladiators were always the hunks that stood out on campus because of their beautiful bodies and high ranking scholastic standings. In class they were always the smart ones at the top of their game. Every guy who'd ever done any serious weightlifting or thought he had a great physique wanted to join this club. Al the club members always gave the same answer to all of those who asked about joining their organization that membership was by the clubs selection only. Some studs from the super rich family had gone so far as to try to buy there way into the club by offering exorbitant bribes to some of the members. That had never worked.
The Gladiator club was rumored to be more than a club or a fraternity, some people considered it a cult. No one could deny their membership was represented some of the worlds most influential and powerful men. There residence hall was located on the near north side of the Chicago's loop. Founded in the nineteen hundreds when the Gladiator Club the founders had the presence to purchased one of those old elegant Victorian stone mansions along Michigan Avenue as the wealthy were fleeing Chicago to build further north away from the expanding city. Many years later it was one of the few great elegant buildings on the avenue that had managed to survive the expansion of the downtown. Offers had been made from the important builders of the day and even the city had made offers to purchase the land.
The club remained firm standing among the elegant high rise apartments and would never sell. Their answer was always the same to whoever made an offer a simple no. They felt the club was there heritage and it was their duty to preserve it. Whenever a legal action was attempted to obtain the property someone in a high position in the city or the federal government arranged to get any actions withdrawn or legal action thrown out of court. Finally the club was put on the historical register to protect it. As for the building, a massive granite wall stood around the club protecting it from prying eyes and keeping the world away from them. So few were chosen to pledge the club that any student that was fortunate enough to receive an invitation had never turned it down.
It was guessed at only five to ten men a year were asked to pledge. Of that number only one possibly two men at most were finally selected to become Gladiators. The men that had pledged and failed to become Gladiators became club associates. They did have the privilege of becoming staff associates of the members that sponsored them. Be it member or associates they excelled in school becoming top scholars and athletics. Their reputations were sterling. It was said that once a man was excepted as a Gladiator or an associate he became a member for life. Joining such a highly revered club had never entered my mind. When Eric Johnson one of the Gladiators stopped by my dorm room it came as quite a surprise. Introducing himself as he came in and closed the door he said he had something to ask me.
I was really rattled, I knew exactly who Eric was. Standing in my room was this gorgeous man from one of the most prestigious clubs in the world and he was talking to me. Eric smiled saying he'd seen be several weeks ago in gym class and had been watching me in the gym and monitoring my other classes. He thought I was just the kind of boy he wanted. Looking up he shyly ask me for permission to be my sponsor and submit my name for membership. My legs just went to jelly when I heard that and I knew I would do anything he asked me to. Just to be considered joining that group of magnificent men made me made me proud but to be sponsored by the best looking man on campus, what else could I say but yes. As the saying goes 'I would sell my soul to join.' Smiling he said we want you body not your soul.
Eric told me the club had scheduled time for pledge evaluations in two weeks. It was the clubs custom to have a dinner for the pledges and to give them a tour of the building and its facilities so they could decided if they wanted to join. Eric said it also gave the members a chance to vote to accept or reject them as pledges. Going on he told me if the new pledges met the Gladiators approval we would then be allowed to review the by-laws of the club membership. Then if the pledges accepted these rules and by-laws they were eligible to compete for membership. Chuckling and flashing that dazzling smile of his he said if he hadn't frightened me off with al that trivia about the rules and bylaws was I still interested? Almost two excited to think I blurted out I would do anything in the world to become one of the Gladiators.
Chuckling said he would pick me up at six o'clock in the evening two weeks from Friday at my dorm. I asked if there was anything special I should wear or bring for the weekend. He told me just wear jeans and a simple white T-shirt. The club would provide me with everything I would need to wear for the weekend. From the day I had that invitation in my hands those next two weeks were the longest of my life. I was on the steps waiting for him a little early but Eric was right on time and he picked me up. Slowing this silver Sebring convertible he waved me down to the street.
As I climbed into his car he said he had the top down because he loved the fresh air evening air and asked if I minded. He said he loved that free feeling early fall in the air as he cruised the drive from school to the club. We sailed along the drive and then turning left just after Buckingham fountain then he made a right onto Michigan Avenue. Driving past the elegant Art Institute we saw all those elegant people hurrying somewhere. In Chicago they were seemed to be hurrying. Crossing Wacker drive we began passing those all those elegant shops. A sudden gust of wind ruffled his curly black hair as we crossed the river by the Wrigley building.
Looking at him his hair blowing everywhere Eric had to be the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen. He was built like an amazon and had the strength of a bull but he was so soft and gentle to be with.
Embarrassed at staring at him and even checking out his crotch I tried to make conversation about the elegant shops and stores. We continued north passed the business district until he finally slowed pulling up to a stone entrance with heavy iron gates. Pressing a button on the visor of the car the gates slowly parted sliding back out of our way. He grinned saying I was now entering another world, a world of men. Parking and putting up the top then he shut off the engine. As we got out he engaged the car alarm sighing said we were home.
Walking with him across the cobble stone court the club was using as their parking lot Eric told me we had time for a tour of the house before dinner. As we passed through those massive bronze doors into the main hall the sheer elegance of it all was staggering. The interior of that dark dirty red granite building was all so bright and shinning on the inside it looked as if it had been built just weeks ago. Polished black marble stairs led to the rich parquet floors and dark paneled walls of the great hall. Around the walls and winding up the elegant curved stairway were heavy guilt frames displaying Old World style paintings of naked Gladiators in the heat of battle.
Standing there in that building was like being in another time. It was hard to believe that in the twentieth century a place like this could exist in Chicago. As we moved from room to room of the common areas I was amazed at how old world and beautiful it all was. The lounge was filled with old seasoned tables and beautiful leather chairs. I perfect men's club. Then to the library with the smell of old leather bound books Computers discreetly worked in among desks around the room it was the most elegant study area I'd ever seen. Stopping before one of the oils he blushed and ask if I though it a good likeness of him.
Looking up at this hard oiled body shinning with sweat and oiled for the battle I had to gasp at the sheer beauty of the man. Discretely I let my eyes travel down the painting look at his cock. It was had to believe a man could be that well endowed. He was an absolute stallion. He had been watching me and I was so embarrassed I began babbling something about how lifelike the painting was we moved from the main rooms. As we ascended the stairs I kept looking at those elegant oils of all those beautiful men in the battles. Eric said the painting were all of the current members. Arriving at the second floor landing Eric told me this was the floor of the members bedrooms suites. In respect for there privacy he could only show me his room.
Moving along this long hall of doors massive carved doors we came to the room that had been assigned to him. Eric was saying the bedroom suites were smaller then the common rooms downstairs but no less elegant. As he swung the door open he led me into his bedroom. Looking around the main room or bed chamber was an enormous. A massive four poster bed dominating the center of the room I asked him in amazement if all the rooms had such huge elegant huge beds. Laughing he said no it was made to his design. He wanted enough room to play with his sexslave. Then pointing to the bedposts he said he had his bed designed and equipped with a trapezes for playtime. Looking away embarrassed at that I could see a small dressing room to the left that connected to a luxurious tile bath.
We were interrupted then by the chimes of the hall clock ringing out. He said it was growing late we had better hurry to dinner. We ascended the stairs to the third floor landing he walked to two massive carved doors. Opening the doors we entered into this strangely ornately styled room. Eric said it had once been the ballroom but now it served as their assembly room. As we entered and the doors closed behind us I could see in the flickering torcheres along the wall this enormous rococo room. It was circled by low tables and those were flanked by cushions with older men and young Gladiators reclining at the tables. It was like at a roman feast. Then Eric and I took our place at the end of one of the tables.
Sitting across the room from us I recognized Kevin, Mark, and Joseph, three boys from my quad at school. They were sitting among some of the other dinners. When I mentioned it to Eric he said they were here with their sponsors for membership and I would be in competition against them as well as some of the other young men here tonight that had been pledged. Looking up this beautiful boy clad only in a leather thong began pouring us wine. Looking at his body I was impressed he was so masculine looking and so well proportioned. However I though it very strange he was showing absolutely no basket.
Then my eyes were then drawn to the beautiful golden goblets he was setting before us. Looking into that beautiful face of his I ask him if they were real gold. Smiling he just nodded indicating he was unable to talk. Looking around that room there was so much to see but one of the most outstanding features was the elevated polished marble floor in the center because of the footlights surrounding it. Before I could ask Eric anything about the room dozens of naked young men beginning to come into the main doors carrying silver platters of sumptuous foods. Eric laughed at me sitting there wide eyed in amazement. It was like a dream fantasy from another time and place. I told him how wonderful it all was. Giggling he ask me if nudity offended me.
Without realizing what I was saying I blurted out I loved looking at naked men, then blushing when I realized what I'd said. Eric said a mans beautiful body was always a joy for all to behold. He said he knew I would enjoy living here at the club with him. They had a fine staff dedicated of slaves to take care for all our needs. Smiling I thought he was quite a kidder and just winked and smiled. After a sumptuous dinner Eric leaned forward putting his arms around me. Then pulling me close our lips touched and he gave me a long hot passionate kiss. Pulling back in surprise he asked if he'd made a mistake. He thought I was interested in him in that special physical way men had for other men. Looking into those beautiful liquid brown eyes of his and feeling my cock was beginning to respond to him.
I had never thought of myself as gay but now everything was so unreal and different. With Eric it was all so natural and normal and I did feel this attraction for him. Leaning toward him I returned his kiss and this time our tongues touched and mingled our juices. Hell yes I thought, I was a lot more than just interested in him, I was in love with him. I rationalized that men had been companions and lovers since the beginning of time so this was nothing different. What I was doing was natural and normal. Before I could think anymore about it one of the slaves that had been attending us interrupted us by setting a bowl of water and linen towels in front of us to freshen ourselves. After washing our hands Eric stood to leave saying that was there sign they must be ready for my interview.
Holding his hand out to me he said the other pledges seemed to have already had theirs it was now my turn. As we moved through the doors of the ballroom and into this long hall we approached this handsome older man in a leather thong that had been standing guard. Turning then and leading us to this door at the end of the hall. Then reaching in front of us he opened the door for us to go in. As we entered and he closed the door behind us Eric told me that he was one of the House slaves that had been there for years. Now I knew he wasn't joking about slavery here anymore. Once inside the chamber we stood before a large beautifully carved desk.
A door behind the desk opened and a tall elegant man smartly dressed in a business suit came into the room and greeted us. Introducing himself as Mr. Wellington he smiled and indicated for us to sit. With a silent wave of his hand this beautiful naked boy slave boy offered us brandy. As we took our drinks from the silver and golden try Mr. Wellington set his aside. He began telling me he was the active current president of the club. It was his responsibility to take care of all the trivial paperwork necessary for the organization such as my membership agreements. As he finished organizing all kinds of forms and papers he picked up his brandy and toasted us. Leaning back then and taking a leather folder with the papers he pushed them toward me. Then he began telling me the story of the club and its members and after telling me this history he went on to say I was one of the fortunate few to be tendered for membership.
Looking over and beaming at Eric Mr. Wellington said had Eric petitioned he be allowed to sponsor me in the competition. If I chose to accept this challenge I would need to barter my body as a sign of good faith for a place in the Gladiator competition. Looking over to Eric for guidance he just nodded telling me to trust him and do it. Mr. Wellington pushed leather folder toward me with this raft of papers telling me if I was in agreement and willing to do this small thing I would be eligible to compete. With all this elegance and the excitement of it all I began signing the papers. The forms were endless and after glancing through the first few pages I began signing them all without bothering to read them.
Eric leaned over then and kissed me saying I would never be sorry. Standing then Mr. Wellington took the folder from me telling me it was time now for the competition. Shaking my hand then he wished me a good battle. Then Eric led me out. Headed back down the hall to the ball room we came to an almost hidden door. Entering we followed a long dark hall to what looked like a small dressing room. Eric then instructed me to strip and get ready for the competition. When he began to disrobe he told me the sponsors of Pledges had to be dressed for the event. Chuckling he said in my case dressed for the event meant I would be naked but he would be wearing a leather thong.
As he disrobed my eyes traveled down his hard muscular body halted by that huge cock of his. Blood rushed to my face as I thought if anything the painting was modest. Soft his cock was damn near as big as I was when I was hard. I felt myself wanting to touch him. Standing there naked he began working that magnificent cock of his into a studded black leather thong. Modeling for me he told me his costume was to signifying to the others that he was my sponsor. For the first time in my life I felt this strong attraction for another man. Following him naked into the other chamber I was not a bit surprised now to see Kevin, Mark, and Joseph along with several of the other pledges sitting their naked. Their sponsors were in the process of oiling their bodies. I'd never seen so many beautiful naked men before. Judging from the size of the sponsors baskets they must be hung like animals the same as Eric was.
The men all looked up as we entered and seeing me they acknowledged me knowing I was to be in competition with them. Eric told me then to sit and he would oil my body. As his strong hands moved over my body across my shoulders on down to my ass I felt this hot desire for him well up in me. When he began oiling my cock and balls I began to swell in excitement. Having me stand as he kneeled before me to oil my legs I was then sporting a wild hard-on. As his face brushed against my cock he just looked up winked and smiled. For the first time in my life I wanted to have sex with a man. As he wiped his hands of the oil he said we were now ready to join the rest of the pledges and enter the arena. We would then be challenged to fight our honor.
There were now six of us seated on a bench with our sponsors behind us. I could see that the tables had been cleared and rows of chairs had been assembled around the raised floor forming an arena for the audience to watch the competition. A ringmaster then paired off the first two men to fight. As the ringmaster led the pledges to the center of the floor his final bit of instructions was that the victor of the battle had the obligation to plunder the beaten man and strip him of his honor. Eric smiled and leaning over my shoulder told me, "All that means is the winner fucks the looser to prove his manhood." He went on to say the winner would take on each new challenger until there only one Gladiator left in the ring. The man would be the winner of the competition would be a Gladiator.
I ask him then what happened to the losers that get raped. Looking at me he said it was really a simple plan. The losers of the battle were given to the men that pledged them. They then took them as their property and sexslaves for the rest of their lives. Sitting there I said that had to be impossible in the United States in this day and age. Chuckling he said no that I had signed all the contracts and papers and I was now his property to do with as he saw fit. The only way I would be free of that contract was to win the competition. If I didn't win a membership then my body belonged to him. Giggling he told me not to worry about it he would make me a very good master. Horrified at the thought of what I'd gotten into I watched Kevin began his match with this big handsome brute with new interest.
He fought as if his ass depended on it and now I knew rightfully it really did. As those beautiful shinny naked bodes began to grapple and fight I began to be caught up in the battle. Then I was on my feel cheering for Kevin as he pummeled that beautiful brute calling out to fuck his ass. As the huge man dropped to his knees he managed to reach up and grab Kevin's nuts twisting them hard bringing him to his knees in tears. Standing over him and twisting his balls he screamed out in agony. I was so turned on now I was harder than a rock. As Kevin turned his back side over desperately trying to escape this thug twisted his balls even harder. Kevin then knelt in submission and surrender. Pulling him to his knees his conqueror rammed his huge cock up his ass.
Like animals in the wild the looser was savagely raped in front of an applauding audience. I was burning with excitement and lust now and eager for the next stage. Kevin lay there now having been beaten and raped. His sponsor then came onto the floor to claim him as his property. Picking him up from the floor and commanding him to kneel before him he released his thong freeing an enormous cock. Holding Kevin's head he rammed his hard cock down his throat establishing the ownership of his property. Looking over to Eric he nodded rubbing his cock saying if I failed and lost the match then I belong to him.
We sat there watching as the fights continue. With each new conquest it got even more brutal and exciting. I was beside myself with glee when the big savage brute that had beaten Kevin was defeated. Standing and applauding as the victor sank that cock of his up his ass I was glad to see him stripped of his manhood. I wanted the victor to rape the hell out of him. As that hulk of a man was fucked before the cheering crowd he beat his fist on the floor in humility and shame as his body was plundered. He was not surrendering like the others had.
Eric told me that by the time his training as a sexslave was over he would become a gentle loving person. The Gladiator that came to claim him was a huge black stud. As he walked into the lighted arena he pulled the man to his knees dwarfing him by his size. Then Eric giggled saying, "look at the size of cock that boy is going to service." I had to gasp when I saw that leather studded thong bulging out. We all applauded waiting for him to take his pleasure of his new slave. The whole room gasped as he ripped his thong off and this massive cock bounded up waving in front of his slave.
The room fell silent in anticipation as he began working his cock into his slaved mouth. Then with each stroke he worked deeper and the room began to chant and clap. Grabbing the mans hair he began pumping even more violently as he force more and more of his cock into the man as he struggled to breathe. The room was in a frenzy now clapping harder and louder and chanting for him to jam it in all the way. Finally in response to the crowd he pulled his ass back and holding mans head tight gave a mighty lunge forcing his cock all the way down his throat right down to his balls. The room broke out into a victorious roar of approval. As he withdrew the cum running all over his slaves face he led him from the floor his head bowed in total submission.
Eric said he could hardly wait until it was time to see the guy fuck him. Looking up at him startled he said yes that was part of the ritual. It was now Joseph's turn to fight. Looking at him he was one beautiful stud and even his cock was pumped for the battle. I was standing and cheering like some savage now caught up into the sadistic ritual of the battle. Joseph like I had been watching closely to the fighting like I had hoping to learn some moves that would make us victorious. The first time he was in a bear hug he reached for the guys nuts. Feeling the move he was pushed down to his knees as his adversary beat him on he head. Within a blink of an eye he had he mouth on his cock biting the hell out of him.
This action brought the room to its feet cheering at the daring move. Joseph was victorious he was a winner. Rolling the man over and balling him we all cheered as he pounded his ass with his cock. His sponsor then came for him and pulling him to his knees rammed his cock into his mouth claming his ownership. The fights were getting dirtier and more brutal. Joseph was the next to loose and I was surprised when he went down. He had been doing well. I had to giggle as he humped his ass ready for the fuck. There were no tears in his eyes and I was willing to bet he was enjoying every last thrust of that cock that hammered his ass. When his sponsor came to claim him even before he reached him he was on his knees with his mouth open ready for his master. I had to wonder if he had taken the wiser choice of losing as he was led from the floor by his new master.
I heard my name called then. I was ready now eager for the fight. Eric leaned over saying do you best and if you lose I will make you a good master. My fight seemed to go on forever. He had this bear hug on me and I thought then that I was done for. The oil had made our body's slick and we had a hard time holding on to each other. Quickly sliding down a little I managed to grab onto his nipple with my teeth and gave a hell of a bite. Throwing his arms up in pain I brought my knee up in his crotch reducing him to a whimpering mass of pain on the floor. I was so pumped up with my conquest when I rolled him over and plunged my cock into his ass I was really pumped up. As the crowd roared its approval I was driven to a frenzy and raped him like an animal in heat.
Again his sponsor came to claim his property and giving me a wink said I was quite a man. Graciously he wished me luck in my next match. Then pushing his property to his knees and rammed his cock down his throat declaring he now belonged to him. I was sorry when Mark came to the floor. We had lifted weights together and I knew he was stronger than I was. Moving across the floor in wild dance we then locked arms and the struggle began. He grabbed and I ducked, I grabbed and he ducked, and we danced around like two animals in heat. When I began to slip on the now greasy floor he grabbed my arm twisting forcing me to my knees. I found I could twist just enough and slipping away from I tried to grab for his balls. He was ahead of me and reaching around shoved his fingers up my ass.
Whenever I tried to move he would twist his fingers inside me forcing more of his fist into my ass until he had his whole hand up my ass. Opening his fist he had a hold on me that I couldn't break. He began pulling me around by my ass like a limp rag doll. The crowd was in a frenzy loving every minute of our fight. When he finished playing with me he began beating my body on the floor using his hand up my ass as a lever and with each stroke his arm sank deeper up may ass. As the pain shot through my body I knew I was lost and I had to cry out surrendering to him. Pulling me up on my knees then he pulled his hand out of my ass then sank his hard cock into me.
I had surrendered my manhood to him. All I could think of was it felt a better than his damn fist and arm. Giggling he told me he'd wanted to fuck me from the first day he'd seen me in the weight room. As he pumped his cock into me the applause of the crowd was deafening. Finally having his way with me I crawled to Eric on my knees. When I reached Eric he looked at me with this big grin on his face telling me I was his property now. Putting his arms around my head I opened my mouth to receive his cock and show the room I had accepted my new master. The battles went on for another two hours until final this one beautiful man called Mansfield Jason was declared the new Gladiator. We the losers were then paraded around the floor by our new masters for the approval of the crowd.
As a climax to the conquests we were arranged in a circle around the ring our faces to the crowd and told to get on our hands and knees. When we had assumed the position our new masters stood in back of us and then mounting us like animals sank there cocks into our asses. This was to prove we were now slaves in service to our new masters. This was our final act of submission and humility to help us accept our new life of servitude. That night I began my duties as Eric's sexslave. All night Eric worked my body filling me with that enormous cock of his . At first I cried in pain as he pulled and plummeted my body. As he worked me my body began to surrender and respond to him. Before dawn I was begging him for his cock. I wanted it up my ass, down my throat and in my hands. I would never get enough of him. As his final treat he put me on the trapeze and I found out how thrilling sex with another man could be.
When we finally went to sleep I cuddled in has strong arms. I was content with the love of my new master and I would never leave him. That following day I moved from my dorm room. I gave the reason for leaving is that I was now staying with family. As I carried my things down to Eric's car I saw Kevin, Mark, and Joseph at the curb waiting for their masters to claim them. When I waved to them Eric warned me that fraternization between slaves without the approval or consent or their master's was forbidden. If I was found to compromise one of them I would be castrated and kept as a house slave. Looking down quickly I said I had a lot to learn.
Our first stop was to take my things up to our rooms. I was given a small space in his closet for my things and told I would sleep with him. Handing me a little leather thong he told me this would be what I would wear when in residence. Handing it to me as I reached for it before I had a chance to slip it on he pulled me into his arms saying it was time to begin my duties. Undressing him he instructed me on how to lick his body. As my tongue moved over his body when I reached the small of his back I began moving down to that wonderful cleft of his ass. Taking my hands and spreading his cheeks I dropped to my knees and began to rim him. I was eager to show him how much I wanted to serve him and there was nothing I wouldn't do for his pleasure. I began crawling under his legs then lapping and sucking on his balls. Finally he turning he gave me what I was craving.
As his cock entered my mouth Eric told me he'd known from the first day he met me I was the one he was going to have as his sexslave. When I'd slipped into my thong I followed him down to one of the little rooms in the basement. Passing what looked like an operating room he said that was were slaves were castrated when they were caught cheating on they're masters. Then to add emphasis to the rules he said if they ran away they were found and had their cock and balls removed and their tongues cut out. I ask him how they could do this and he said we all had signed our permission papers for surgery reminding me that I had forfeited all rights to my body to my sponsor for a chance to become a Gladiator. When I lost I became his property forever. When we arrived at this little room he told me I was to be fitted for my slave collar. Taking me over to the display case Eric even let me pick out the style I wanted.
I'd selected a slim bronze collar with engraving and handing it to the service slave. He then engraved Eric's name on it. It said was simply, 'property of Eric Wilson.' Fitting it around my neck he fastened it with a few screws and then filled them and smoothed them so the collar was permanent. When he ask Eric if he wanted me fitted with a chastity belt he said he knew he could trust me, then looking at me and giving me a wink he said he trusted me and that we were now mated for life. Those next weeks of training I had to learn to follow in back of Eric whenever we were in residence and how to attend him in all things. When he entered the dining hall I would hold his chair for him and then kneel at his feet and he would scrape his leftovers into a dish for me.
Only once did I sneak a glance at the others in the room and then I was frightened it might be considered an advance. By the time my training was over I knew how to hold my place. I'd accepted Eric as my world now. Even more I had accepted him as my master now and forever and was eager to serve him in all ways. It was my complete understanding that in school I had only one goal. My duty was to excel and make my master proud of me and suitable to be of more value to him. When the school year was over than my life then was free to devote all my time to my masters pleasures. I was his lover, his companion and I obeyed him in all things. We went to the Art Institute and the Field Museum. He took me to all the great places Chicago is famous for. He was truly a wonderful master.
We did have an ugly event that summer at the club. Joseph the one challenger that was enjoying the fucking so much during the games. He had been the one that humped his ass eager to be fucked. He was caught servicing one of the maintenance men that serviced the building. Eric told me he was going to receive the punishment that all slaved got when they were unfaithful to their masters. Nothing more was said. I knew the punishment and somehow I felt he deserved it. He had no business betraying his master. It was in the fall when we were in the dining room that I saw Joseph. He was serving the Wine for the tables. As he passed by me I could see from the thong he was wearing he was without a cock or balls. As he leaned forward he made the sounds of a mute to indicate his presents so he could serve my masters wine. I knew then that they had removed his tongue as well.
I had to say that he made a magnificent serving boy. From time to time we would be visited by our former Gladiators. Many of them were in there prime of life and some were well past prime. I learned it was the club custom that if any of the older members had not brought their slave one of us would be given to him as a courtesy to make his stay more enjoyable. I was pleased not to have been chosen. I wanted only my master but if I had been selected as my duty I would have performed in every way to make my master proud of me.