Date: Sun, 29 Aug 2010 14:37:47 -0400
From: tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Gift for the Gladiator

			  GIFT FOR THE GLADIATOR
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     "It's a clear case of sheer ingratitude!" Scutorious complained to his
friends as Theosos rubbed his bare back with fragrant perfume-laden hands,
agile fingers moving in smooth circles over his more-than-ample frame. It
would take of lot of perfume to cover that body, but such was Theosos' task
and he could not shirk it, not unless he wanted a taste of the lash. His
own back was covered with only a few, barely visible white scars, scattered
and obscured with age to show that he had learned his duty to his master
early and well. "I wish to give my best gladiator a gift, so I send my
finest beauty to his cell with no more request than he have his way with
her and cause her to bear him a child for me to raise up to be a gladiator
one day. You'd think that he would have immediately bedded the wench, and
who wouldn't? You know my Belinda, don't you, with the blond hair and the
jugs out to here and an ass that the Greeks would fall down and worship,
wouldn't you Theosos?"
     "Of a certainty." Theosos carefully kept his voice polite, but Belinda
was indeed a vision of pulchritudinous beauty, assuming one cared for the
female of the species. He did not, and this was in part because of his
nature and in part because he had been a beautiful boy that had been taken
to many beds by lecherous men, sold for a few coins by his trainer. How
could whatever had been his true nature have flowered other than it had in
such circumstances? He had been fortunate that Scutorious had purchased him
when his training had been done and he'd been placed on the auctioneer's
block for sale. Scutorious was fat, lazy, and stingy with his care and
gifts for his slaves, but he at least did not care for the pleasures of any
but the female slaves in his household. Theosos need only bathe the
corpulent body, scrape it of the poisons the hot water had leached out,
rinse it and then rub oils or perfumes in it as his master's whim
chose. Tedious and difficult, but when it was done, he could turn his eyes
to the cleaning of the bathing chamber and know he would not suffer the
visits of anyone else, save on days such as this, when his master had
company. But even these were cut from Scutorious' cloth and more interested
in food and women than the pretty Greek male bath attendant.
     "So I send him my Belinda, only wanting him to mate with her as
lustily as he wished and what does that insolent son of a hair-dresser do?
He refuses to touch her, even though I had promised her a bag of silver if
she bore me a male slave from him and she plied him with every skill of
seduction she had (I had them watched and I know), and he scorned her,
thrust her away from him, forced her to sleep in the opposite corner of the
cell from his own bed, and there she stayed for the full five days of her
fertile period."
     "So sell the ungrateful and sterile stallion." one of his friends
opined. "It's what I do with my studs when they stop mounting the mares!"
     The group guffawed heartily.
     "Would that I could." mourned Scutorious. "But you know as well as I
that Flavius is the best gladiator in the arena today. Undefeated in every
bout since I bought him two years ago! All I want is more like him! I
swear, if he'd mate with any slave I had, I'd send her in to him." And
Scutorious again turned his attention to Theosos. "Theosos?"
     "Yes, Master?" Theosos stopped his work so he could pay careful
attention. Scutorious would not want to repeat himself in any way and he
had better understand. He had studied Latin but Greek was his native tongue
and Scutorious refused to speak to anyone in anything but Latin.
     Called Greek, which was becoming the major tongue in Rome, a slave's
language, unworthy of the Roman mouth.
     "You have heard all we have said here, have you not?"
     "Yes, My Lord."
     "And you know Flavius, do you not?"
     "Somewhat, My Lord." Theosos demurred. "I spend most of my days here
in these baths."
     "No matter." Scutorious went on. "Do you know of any of my women that
Flavius would mate with gladly?"
     "None of whom I am certain." Theosos said. "But I don't know him that
well, as I have said."
     "Why do you think a slave would refuse the most beautiful woman in my
stable?"
     "I could only guess." Theosos replied.
     "So guess." Scutorious commanded.
     "Yes, Master." Theosos hurried on. "His reason for refusing the woman
Belinda may be the reason I myself would refuse. His taste may not run to
women. There are those who prefer...the other sex."
     That drew a hushing sound as the men in the room inhaled
sharply...then erupted in loud, raucous laughter.
     "The warrior is actually a handmaiden!"
     "His sword is decorated with flowers!"
     "His shield is his maidenhead, waiting to be deflowered by some lusty
spear!"
     Scutorious laughed as heartily as the rest. "I wouldn't have thought
that a brave and majestic male like Flavius would bend over for another
man's lance." he said. "But a test would certainly show if that is the
answer. I shall send the great Flavius a male slave and he can mate with
them as much as he likes. A gift from a grateful master."
     "But what of the slave who would be buggered by that huge javelin of
his?" one of the friends asked. "You've seen that spear he wields between
his legs in the arena at times, as have we all."
     "I have the perfect one to send in. Who else would bend to the Greek
vice but a Greek?" Scutorious said. "Theosos, you have admitted that your
taste runs to such as Flavius. I shall send you in as his reward for
fighting so well in the arena. And for your own reward, I shall offer you
what I offered Belinda, a full bag of silver, and all you must do is
pleasure Flavius in any way that will please him and yourself for a full
five days as he would have Belinda."
     Theosos gulped hard. Pleasure Flavius? For all his words to his
master, he had no assurance that Flavius would treat his entrance into his
cell in good humor. After all, wouldn't his being placed there be the same
as calling Flavius a homosexual? For all of his Latin name, Flavius was
from a German tribe that had risen in rebellion and he had been seized as a
slave in retribution. The Germans were horrifyingly cruel to men they
caught in sexual congress with each other, smothering them in mud! "He may
not welcome me after all." he pleaded with Scutorious. "Will you let him
kill me to prove he is a man after all?"
     "I shall have him watched." Scutorious said. "As I did with
Belinda. You have only to call out and I shall have you removed. But unless
you stay with him the entire five days, you shall have no silver."
     Theosos realized, then, his master's cleverness. He and his friends
would have a jolly laugh at his expense and he wouldn't even need to pay
Theosos a single copper!
     Theosos sighed as quietly as he could. A slave must needs put up with
such. "If I may help you learn if Flavius' problem is with Belinda as a
woman, by placing myself in harm's way, I shall do so with pleasure."
     His joke was unintentional, but the assembly roared. "Take him to the
gladiator's barracks! To the barracks!" they cheered, and Theosos hurriedly
helped Scutorious into clean clothing. Himself, he had none he could reach
quickly, and this group would not wait, he needs must wear his gossamer
bath-attendant's tunic, skimpy and nearly translucent as it was.
     The hour was late and it was after curfew, but a group this large
could travel unmolested even by the City Guard, given who it numbered among
its company, the best and wealthiest of Rome! Theosos was led, still
wearing only his bathing-room gown, which was an abbreviated and rather
gossamery fabric intended more for decoration than weather
protection. Still, this was a hot summer night, he didn't envy the Romans
in his company that labored through the humid air in their heavy woolen
tunics.
     The guard at the barracks stopped them until Scutorious showed
himself, and greased his palm in a way that caused him to bow and step
aside as the men piled in. Theosos brought up the rear and felt the guard's
eyes upon his semi-exposed buttocks as he walked in after the roisterous
men. Torches lit the stone walls and floor as they went, around them was
the smell of male sweat, male excrement, male blood; there were the sounds
of male snoring, male laughter, male moaning in pain from wounds received
in battles of the arena, and among them, amidst them, between them, there
was the cell of Flavius.
     "Flavius, hear the sound of your master and obey!" called out
Scutorious.
     "I am here." came the answer, proper in form if not in tone and
Flavius rose from the bed upon which he had been lying. A golden gleam of
male muscles broad in girth and abundant in quantity. His hair was as blond
as Belinda's and his face was as regular and regal as any Grecian statute
set up in the temple could be. The son of a chieftain indeed, was he, no
wonder Scutorious desired to have him mate with his finest women slaves and
give them his progeny.
     "I have another present for you, since you scorned the other. I am
giving you this one the same as I did the other, for five days, you may
take this slave and have your pleasure as you will."
     "I care nothing for such, though I thank you."
     "You might care for this." Scutorious opened the door of the cell and
sent Theosos inside with a gesture. Theosos stood before the gladiator in
nervous fear. The Germans were well-known for their scorn of male-male
love, so unlike the more tolerant Greeks...
     "Who are you?"
     "I am...I am Theosos."
     "Where did you get that...costume?"
     "I work in the Master's bath."
     "So why are you here?"
     "The Master wondered if...." Theosos gulped hard and went on. "...if
the reason you scorned the slave girl Belinda might be that you preferred
to take your pleasure with...another."
     "Another like you?"
     "Yes."
     "It was his own idea." Scutorious added from outside. "If you won't
mate with my slave girls, then you can mate with Theosos. Either way, I
reward you for your valor in the Games, do I not? Come, we shall leave
these two lovebirds to bill and coo at each other in private. Mayhaps one
of them shall lay an egg ere long if we do!" And laughing, the party
departed down the hallway from where they had come.
     "And how long must I share my cell with you?" came the gruff sound of
Flavius' voice in the sudden silence their leaving had caused.
     "I am with you for five days." Theosos said, looking down for he could
no longer look into Flavius' blazing eyes. They literally blazed, for the
torch was placed in the sconce in their room, to light them for the Master
to watch.
     "And you will be rewarded as well?"
     "The same as Belinda would have been, had she borne a male child to
the Master."
     "You cannot bear a male child."
     "No, but I shall be rewarded all the same. But only if you take your
pleasure with me. Otherwise, I am to be given nothing."
     "So then, a bag of silver is your price for bedding with me, is it?"
Flavius seemed to sneer. "And how are you different from the saffron-robed
whores that sit in the arena and lick their lips and rub their breasts when
I look their way?"
     That stung. "I am loyal to my Master, and he wishes this." Theosos
said stoutly. "And I wish it because he wishes it."
     "Then he should save his silver and simply order you to bed with me."
     "He could have." Theosos admitted.
     "You are truly a slave among slaves." Flavius said. "The Master asked
me to ask what I would for my gift for winning the last series of bouts as
I did. I told him I wanted only my freedom. Instead, he sent a soiled and
overused harlot into my cell. When I sent her away untouched, he sent you
in her place, as he apparently doubts my manhood for failing to seize the
diseased cunt-monger he gave me before. When all I truly wish is my
freedom."
     "So what would you do for your freedom?" Scutorious asked from
outside.
     "I have killed for my freedom." Flavius said. "And I have lived for my
freedom, if one can call this existence a life. I would do whatever it
takes, if it would win my freedom and return to my homeland."
     Theosos realized the true difference between them. "You have a
homeland to return to. I have none."
     "You are Greek."
     "By birth." Theosos agreed. "No more than that. I was raised in the
slave pens."
     "So you have never been free."
     "Nor wish to be. The life of a freedman is more difficult than that of
a slave. You must find work somehow, unless your master hires you back
again, and Scutorious does not do that. I have nowhere to go."
     "And I have nothing else but a place to go if I can win my
freedom. But I won't sire a pack of my sons to be slaves in my place. That
is why I refused Belinda, not because I prefer men over women."
     Theosos sighed. No bag of silver for him! "He shall not stop. If you
do not take me, he will know that your reason to refuse him was not that
you prefer men, so he will use other means to try to gain your
progeny. Scutorious is not to be denied what he wants. Any woman you give a
child will find herself pressed to sell it to him, even back in your
homeland. Or your children could be stolen away and sold to him by
slavers."
     Flavius was silent. "So the only gift I have to give my children is
slavery."
     "I think so." Theosos said. "Which is why you should embrace the life
you have here. Give Scutorious the children. Take Belinda and enjoy
her. Your children will be well cared for and, once he has several of them,
he may be willing to grant your freedom and leave you in peace after."
     "My children as his slaves." Flavius mourned. "Curse the entire Roman
Empire that they can do this."
     "They are on the whole a very just and law-loving people." Theosos
said. "And we can serve them in security and hope of a long life, which is
not to be found in your German forests, even you must admit that."
     Flavius turned and Theosos placed a hand upon his shoulder in
consolation. "Shall I call out for the cell master?" he asked. "Scutorious
can have Belinda back here before tomorrow night."
     "No." said Flavius and he turned back. "I shall not need Belinda." And
Theosos was startled as Flavius took him in his arms. "I shall not need her
at all." And his lips went to Theosos' and Flavius kissed him.
     Theosos was numb at first, then returned the kiss with ardor if also
with bewilderment. When Flavius released him, he said, "I am here, and
willing." he said. "But I thought you did not care for men."
     "I cannot bed a woman any longer, for fear she would bear a child for
our Master. But you, I can bed without worry. It is better to be with
someone than to be alone."
     "That is...a very Greek way of looking at things." And Theosos reached
for those lips in his own turn, and his own arms lifted up to encircle
Flavius.
     Flavius' large, rough hands went down to clasp Theosos' buttocks and
he ground his crotch against Theosos' own organ, Theosos felt the huge
shaft of the gladiator pressing against his abdomen, only the fabric of
Flavius' loin wrap warded it from directly contacting his body, for his
flimsy tunic had lifted up with the insertion of those beefy, scarred hands
behind to bare him upwards to nearly his waist. The loin wrap was held in
place by a thick leather belt, this belt jabbed Theosos' navel as he was
held nearly off his feet against Flavius' washboard-rippled stomach. He
felt that strength holding him, pressing against him, muscles that moved
against him like so many individual living things, and Flavius' lips went
to his neck and nibbled the tender, sense-filled skin there, sending moist,
tingling thrills through his body, and Theosos moaned, and his own cock
rose to nestle under Flavius' basket and nudge there the source of virility
that now pulsed and throbbed against him.
     Flavius felt it and growled and he lifted Theosos bodily and with
Theosos' cock now touching that wonderfully taut and ripped stomach, he
carried Theosos over to his bed and lay him down upon it, and placed
himself on top of the young Greek.
     Theosos fumbled at the leather belt, he knew the accouterments of
men's clothing well as he had to disrobe his Master and their guests for
bathing, sometimes while supporting the drunken man bodily as he did
so. But the position was wrong even so, and Flavius pushed his hands away,
rose up on his knees and undid his buckle and cast away the belt, and then
Theosos followed it by grasping and discarding the unwinding loin wrap from
Flavius' midsection, and nude, Flavius lowered himself yet again. Theosos
felt the huge organ throb against his leg and he gasped. He was no woman
that lust could lubricate her private parts into receptive state.
     "Flavius, please, let me tend you first that you may enter me easier."
he pleaded as those masculine lips nipped at his neck once again.
     Flavius growled again, but that was a growl of frustration and he
yielded. "Then do it quickly." he snarled. "I had that bountiful female at
me for five days and no chance to ease myself, and my pleasure is rife
within me. Do not delay me in this."
     "I shall be quick." Theosos promised and he exchanged positions with
Flavius, putting the huge man beneath him and he squirmed down to where his
knees were at Flavius' feet, and his face could reach the now-towering
pillar of manhood. It was huge and bore a thick layer of foreskin at its
tip, within those velvety folds glistened the incipient fluid of seed to be
released.
     Theosos grasped that column of Germanic majesty and pulled the skin
down, watched the foreskin unwrap and slide back to show the purplish bulb
of enraged glans and the gleam of precome was stronger than ever, for it
flooded out and engulfed the cockhead as he exposed it.
     Theosos reached down and his lips kissed the glowing globe and then
pressed his mouth on over it and the huge orb's flare rippled past his lips
and Flavius moaned, and one enormous hand grasped Theosos' head and pushed
down upon him peremptorily.
     Theosos had not endured such treatment from another since his boyhood,
but he at least now could deal with the result more easily, his mouth and
throat had been trained, inured, to this fleshy insertion. He flexed the
muscles he needed to flex and his mouth's water flowed as freely as it
could, and Flavius' dong slid thus unimpeded deeply within Theosos' throat
before it hung and could move no more. Flavius didn't pause, he immediately
pulled Theosos' head back, Theosos' lips clung tight to wring the pleasure
out of Flavius' rod as the foreskin crumpled and gathered within his mouth,
and when the glans reached those silken folds, Flavius groaned and paused,
made a few rapid mini-hunches to move his glans back and forth within that
zone of passion, and then he thrust Theosos down again hard and Theosos'
throat was again filled to capacity and further down even with that hard
cock.
     More movements of Theosos upon Flavius' prod and Flavius moaned,
paused and yanked Theosos off his organ entirely. "Enough. I am ready and
more than ready."
     "As am I." Theosos gasped out through his sex-ravaged throat, a
guttural sound. He cleared his throat with a gurgle and tried again, "I
think you will not rip me asunder now."
     "I know my size is more than most." Flavius said. "Many a Roman matron
has forgotten her modesty long enough to mention it to me. I shall take my
care with you as I can."
     "I am grateful." Theosos said as he lifted his tunic away and exposed
his entire body to his German lover. "May I use my own talents from above?"
He demonstrated by rising to his feet and straddling Flavius upon the bed,
and then squatted toward the now-spit-gleaming tower that awaited him.
     "You may begin." Flavius granted him and then followed with, "But once
I am within you, I will take over."
     "As you wish." Theosos guided the prong to his anus with care and
delicacy. He got the huge sphere of the glans carefully aimed and began to
press down. His nether regions had not received much attention lately, he
ruefully admitted to himself, for his duties in the baths left him little
time to dally with the other slaves, most of which were more entertained by
the distaff side of the available slaves. A few of Scutorious' friends had
dallied with him upon occasion (and the silver with which they adorned his
palm after was welcome to a man who got little such from his owner), and he
had given them as much pleasure as he could, but Flavius' manhood dwarfed
them all.
     Flavius was patient for a man in the throes of lust, he groaned and
murmured and made bestial noises within his throat as Theosos wormed the
huge man-snake deeper within his bowels. His body knew this sensation well
enough to accept the most of it, and as for the rest...well, his body would
stretch and where it would not stretch, it would heal. Only a small amount
of pain creased his face as he squirmed the majority of the organ within
him.
     "I can take no more." he gasped after a time. "If you will permit me
to move upon you a time of my own power, I can adjust in a while for more."
     "This will do." Flavius said. "Now let me be over you."
     Theosos grunted, but managed to get onto his knees without dislodging
that huge prong, and there he could lie down upon Flavius and hold to him,
when he did so, Flavius rolled both of them over and was atop Theosos and
his muscled behemoth of a body could dominate the lovemaking.
     Theosos locked his heels into the bends of Flavius' knees and held
on. Now, he must endure and with luck, enjoy, what was to happen. It had
first happened to him when he was fifteen, mating with a very gentle older
man, that his body had discovered the pleasure in what had been, until
then, only a miserable experience of violation. He had exploded against
that lover with a violence that had shaken his very soul. He had fallen
madly in love with the man, and been desolated when after a few trysts, the
man had discarded him for another, and younger youth. His sale at the
auction block had come soon after.
     Flavius was lusty and he fucked at Theosos ass with a roughness that
reflected his rough life. Those hugely muscled hips rammed the hard dong
deep into Theosos with rapidly smooth motions that Theosos found stroked
his prostate with undeniably pleasurable results. His cock was slapped
against Flavius stomach with each thrust, striking the taut skin like a
drumstick upon its drum, thump-thump-thump-thump-thump! Theosos held onto
Flavius as his passion grew within him, and he pressed his cock tighter and
began to rub himself as Flavius continued to pound his butt.
     And as his desire rose, he clutched at Flavius the tighter. "Oh, oh,
Gods and Goddesses, I am near!" he gasped. "You please me, Flavius, you
please me greatly!"
     Flavius' own face was flushing with his rapture and he grumbled with
the low roar of a bear in the arena, and he humped Theosos and Theosos'
fingers dug into Flavius' back and Flavius gasped in the shock of that
sudden pain and that translated in him into passion and his grumble turned
into a loud howl of ecstasy and Theosos felt the hot rushing flood of spunk
as it squirted into him and he spasmed and creamed all over Flavius'
stomach as Flavius' jizz flowed out of his ass, and the rough, raunchy
smell of male sperm filled the room.
     Done, Flavius lay upon him heavily and Theosos bore it as well as he
could, for he had always thus been used by the men who had mounted him. The
huge organ lay still imbedded within him. Knowing that Flavius had not been
able to release his seed for several days, he was not unduly surprised to
find the massive dong rising within him once again.
     The second session took a good deal longer and, at the same time, more
relaxed. They moved into several positions, With Flavius on the bottom as
Theosos rode him, with Flavius holding him completely off the bed as
Flavius was on his knees, his huge arms moving Theosos up and down upon the
turgid pud. Theosos climaxed again in this position, spraying Flavius
lavishly with his love-juices. Flavius then moved them so that Theosos was
resting upon his shoulders, his legs splayed wide in the air and Flavius
was poised with one leg inside Theosos' and one leg outside, standing thus
and driving down into Theosos' butt. Flavius gained his own second orgasm
this way, thrusting and ejaculating down into Theosos' body. After this,
they rested for some hours, waking well before dawn to join yet again....
     Scutorious checked on them, and catching them thus in mid-coitus,
appeared angrily disappointed. Theosos judged rightly that Scutorious had
hoped to find their pairing unsuccessful and thus know that his gladiator
was open to female advances, which would have permitted him more schemes to
gain children slaves. Even with this, Theosos knew that Scutorious was not
yet totally defeated, it was possible that he would yet try something like
gathering the spilled seed and use it to impregnate some waiting female
artificially.
     As their five days of joy continued, Flavius showed increasing trust
and versatility, he would masturbate Theosos, from there he began to ply
his lips, and by the fourth day he was actively sucking Theosos off, they
would lie end-to-end and feed upon each other for hours. Flavius was
insatiable and Theosos found the lusty German very pleasant company even
when not locked in sexual congress.
     Scutorious came to them at the end of the fifth day and was more than
disgruntled. "Well, I said I would reward you and I shall." he
grumbled. "It seems that my stallion is a mare, but as long as you win in
the arena, I must endure it."
     "I am pleased to have been of service." Theosos said. "And I am ready
to return to the bath, the richer for the experience." A hint for the money
Scutorious had promised him.
     Scutorious understood the hint very well. "I said I would reward you
and I shall, in a way more valuable than silver."
     "Yes, my Master?"
     "I shall give you your freedom. You may pack your belongings and
return to your home."
     Theosos felt his heart pound in panic. "But...but Master! I did not
wish to be free!"
     "Well, you are." Scutorious said. "From this moment forward. No, no
need to thank me, your happiness is all I wish. Now, come, this cell is no
place for a freedman!"
     Theosos looked at Flavius. He would have given anything for his
freedom, and been denied it, while Theosos, who had never wished it, had
had it thrust upon him. What was he to do now?
     He returned to Scutorious' house, there to bundle his few possessions
and small store of silver (Scutorious' friends would tip him on occasion,
and he had saved more than half of what he had been given thus) and left
the house that had been the only security he had ever known.
     He found a room and a job of sorts, at the Public Baths, hawking his
services to the merchants and common soldiers that patronized the place. He
had many competitors and his life was a daily struggle to survive and he
often went to bed hungry. He could have sold his body on occasion, but
never quite managed to return the amorous advances, for every time, Flavius
face would flash into his mind and he would turn away.
     He lived thus, if such can be called a life, for over a year, when it
happened. He was bending at that moment to pick up a towel when he heard
the voice. "Theosos, is that you?"
     He looked up to see... "Flavius!" he cried out in joy and rushed into
those massive arms once more.
     Flavius now bore a scar across his face, a bout in the arena no doubt,
but his smile was broad and merry. "I have found you."
     "I have never been lost." Theosos said. "Save in my heart which felt
lonely without you. What has happened to you this past year?"
     "I have been battling in the arena, of course." Flavius said. "And
after more bouts than I care to remember, I have finally been able to
purchase my freedom. I had to run a little trick upon Scutorious, but he
named a price and I was able to meet it, for he never knew how much money I
had been gathering."
     "You have done better than I." Theosos admitted. "I barely have kept
myself fed and clothed."
     "Then you would be open to a new job?"
     "I would love a new job." Theosos agreed.
     "I have taken my funds and my successful reputation and opened a
gladiatorial training school not far outside of Rome. In the old port of
Ostia which is now too far above water to be useful any more, I have taken
over a portion of the old buildings there for my school."
     "Sounds wonderful."
     "But my young men need the help of a trained bath attendant at the end
of a day. I have managed to repair a bathhouse near there, and it needs
someone to attend them after practice. I have three young men there, but I
want someone to watch over them and teach them more than the basics. Would
you like the job?"
     "I would take the job even if I had to pay you." Theosos said
ardently. "For it would mean I could be close by you. But I thought that if
you ever got your freedom, you would return to your home."
     "I could have." Flavius admitted. "But I realized soon after my
freedom that my home was not where I thought it was. My home is wherever
you can be with me."
     "Then the entire world is our home." Theosos said, kissing that scar
fervently. "For I shall never leave your side."
     And he walked out into the streets of Rome and, for the first time
since he was born, Theosos understood exactly what freedom was and for him,
it had not come to him as the gift of his Master, but the gift of a
gladiator to whom he had given his heart in turn.

				  THE END
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