The Gladiators – Part VII (Public)
Added 2022-05-01 04:54:36 +0000 UTCAngry at having been stripped down to his linen under slip, the Teuton recovers quickly from his shock and rounds on his adversary who is clearly enjoying his embarrassing predicament. The Gaul’s taunting merely goads him the more, and up come his fists into a pugilist’s stance. Before his foe can recover his poise the Teuton’s left fist sweeps across his jaw, connecting hard and sending him reeling back with a grunt of pain. Swift in decision and in action alike the red haired gladiator spins the Gaul about – and envelops him from behind in a powerful hug; one such as a bear of his native northern forest might employ. With a mighty heave he hauls the southerner off his feet, bending him helplessly back and at once detaching a hand which gropes blindly for a grip on his loincloth. Seizing its waistband he tugs again – and again – which draws a cry of pain from his victim – and then another, louder, as the material finally rips and he is able to tear it clean away. The ‘favour’ now returned – and with interest – he lets go his hold and allows the Gaul to fall forward to the arena sand, gasping for breath and clutching at his abused groin, while his rival’s shout of triumph draws an approving roar from the Roman crowd.
From his seat in the Presidium box, the Consul turns again to his young lady.
“Strong, you see – just like I said!”
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