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Boy Gladiators of Capua, Book 1	By : Jake Category: S through Z > Spartacus: Blood and Sand Views: 289 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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4. The Spectacle
The praetor ordered a slightly different exhibition for his party to witness that night. The banqueting hall was filled with the clatter of silverware, the murmur of voices, and the occasional burst of laughter. The air was thick with the smell of roasted meat and spiced wine, the sounds of revelry masking the sinister undercurrent that went along with them.
Kaelus, Tarin and Lykos were led into the hall. The flickering torchlight cast long shadows across the room, highlighting the grandeur of the space and the cruel indifference of those who filled it. As the boys were made to stand on the platform, Kaelus glanced at Tarin and Lykos, their shared fear unspoken but understood.
The guards moved with practised efficiency, stripping the boys of their loincloths and binding their hands tightly behind their backs. The rough rope bit into their skin, but the physical discomfort was nothing compared to the humiliation of being exposed and powerless before the crowd.
The praetor leaned back in his chair, his eyes gleaming with interest as he observed the bound and naked young gladiators. His entourage watched with eager anticipation, their laughter and whispered comments providing a stark contrast to the boys' silence. With a sickening jolt of horror and embarrassment, Lykos realised that he recognised some of the guests as former friends of his own family.
Kaelus stood tall, refusing to let his fear show. He knew that this display was as much about breaking their spirits as it was about satisfying the twisted desires of the spectators. He forced himself to meet the praetor's gaze, defiance simmering beneath his composed exterior.
Tarin's eyes darted nervously around the room, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt intensely vulnerable as he tried to hold back the tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks. Lykos was totally inert, his jaw clenched as he focused on keeping his emotions in check.
Three slave girls were led into the hall and made to stand on the platform with the boys. Kaelus recognised Livia, as well as a Moroccan girl named Talia whom he had also been forced to rape in the past. He had never before seen the third girl, who had a Nordic look about her and appeared to be fifteen or sixteen years old, around the same age as Livia and Talia.
Livia went to stand in front of Tarin while Talia stood in front of Lykos, which left the girl whose name Kaelus did not know to stand in front of him. Consciously or subconsciously, the three girls remained as far away from the three boys as they dared.
'Here we have three fine physical specimens,' the master announced, then he indicated each of the boys in turn. 'This is Tarin – he's only eleven, would you believe? This is Lykos – he's twelve. And I'm sure you all remember Kaelus from last night. He's thirteen, and you've already seen some measure of what he is capable of... though not, I trust, the full extent.'
At these words, Kaelus's blood ran cold. His sense of powerlessness suddenly increased tenfold. He felt a sickening dread combined with a detached resignation as he waited to hear what was coming next.
'For your viewing pleasure,' the master continued, 'these slave girls will now use their dainty fingers to stimulate our three young gladiators to the point of physical release. When they have achieved this, they will do it again. And then again. And then again. They will only cease doing so when the praetor orders it.'
The atmosphere in the room shifted palpably. The master's voice, cold and authoritative, echoed in the tense silence. The boys stood frozen, their eyes widening in shock and disbelief as the reality of the command sank in.
Kaelus felt his heart thudding painfully in his chest, the blood rushing in his ears as he processed the master's words. The powerlessness he had felt before deepened into something more visceral – a raw, physical vulnerability that he had never fully experienced until now. His mind raced, trying to grapple with the implications of what was being demanded of them.
Tarin and Lykos exchanged horrified glances. Their expressions mirrored Kaelus's own – a mix of fear, shame, and a desperate need to escape the situation they were being forced into. The girls, too, looked stricken, their eyes darting between each other and the boys, reflecting the same terror and revulsion.
The master's eyes swept over the group, his satisfaction evident as he took in their reactions. He revelled in their discomfort. For him, this was just another exercise in power – a cruel display of dominance that would entertain his guests and further break the spirits of those under his control.
Kaelus now felt a deep, sinking dread settle in his stomach. He had endured a great deal of sexual exploitation in the past, but this felt different – the idea of being exposed in such a vulnerable way was utterly sickening. The prospect of being forced to perform sexually for such an extended period was overwhelming. Kaelus worried not just about the physical exhaustion, but also about what the ordeal would do to his spirit. He could feel his cheeks burn with shame, his skin crawling with the thought of what was to come.
Tarin's thoughts were a chaotic swirl of fear, disgust and disbelief. His throat felt tight, and his eyes were stinging with the effort of holding back his tears. He felt small and vulnerable in a way he had not since his earliest days in the ludus. He also felt a deep sense of panic at the prospect of being forced to reach the point of physical release repeatedly. His body was young and not fully developed, and the thought of being pushed beyond his limits in such a degrading way was almost too much for him to bear.
Lykos stood motionless, a wave of nausea threatening to overwhelm him. The idea of being reduced to a mere object for the amusement of others – including some who had known him since the cradle – tore at him in a way for which he was not prepared. His stomach churned and he felt a cold sweat break out across his skin. The prospect of being forced to achieve climax repeatedly was humiliating enough, but Lykos also felt a growing sense of terror that by the end of the ordeal he would be a broken version of himself, stripped of his dignity and his will to fight back.
Each boy, in his own way, felt the full weight of the master's command. The fear of what was to come, the shame of being so exposed, the sheer exhaustion that was certain to crush all three of them, and the despair of knowing that there was no escape, all combined to create a shared sense of dread that hung over them like a dark cloud. Yet beneath that fear and shame, there was also a quiet, unspoken resolve to endure this nightmare together.
'Do as you're told,' the master’s voice cut through the air, with a finality that brooked no argument. 'Continue until you are ordered to stop.'
The girls were pushed forward, their movements stiff and reluctant as they approached the boys. Their hands were shaking as they reached out, each touch hesitant and trembling. Kaelus could barely meet their eyes. He felt a deep sense of guilt, knowing that they were being forced into this just as much as the boys were. His body felt like it was betraying him, every instinct screaming at him to resist, but the fear of punishment – for himself, for his two friends, and for the girls – kept him rooted to the spot.
The room was thick with an oppressive silence, punctuated only by the increasingly heavy breathing of the three boys. Each moment felt agonisingly long, the tension suffocating as the master and his entourage watched with obvious satisfaction. Kaelus's mind retreated inwards, trying to distance itself from the reality of what was happening. He focused on anything else – the feel of the wood beneath his feet, the distant sounds of the household beyond the walls – to attempt to disconnect from the unfolding horror. The time stretched on, the humiliation deepening with each passing minute.
Each of the boys found his first release of the night a deeply unsettling and traumatic experience, amplified by the knowledge that it was one he would be forced to repeat multiple times, perhaps over the course of several hours. The involuntary physical pleasure that they felt was nullified almost immediately, magnifying the crushing nature of the ordeal for all three.
The girl whose name Kaelus did not know felt a mix of sorrow and resignation as he climaxed. She was acutely aware of the distress and humiliation he was experiencing, and felt incredibly guilty for inflicting this on him, despite the certain knowledge that she herself was also a victim. She silently wished for the ordeal to end, feeling trapped in a cycle of degradation and powerlessness.
As Tarin released, Livia felt a pang of sorrow to see his distress and discomfort. She knew that this was just the beginning, and that the young boy's suffering had barely begun. Livia's heart ached for Tarin, but there was nothing she could do to help him. The knowledge that she had no choice but to continue this degrading act weighed heavily on her.
Talia felt a deep sense of empathy with Lykos, mixed with a numb acceptance of the situation. As the younger boy released, she could sense his vulnerability. Talia experienced a feeling of bitter sadness. The prospect of repeating the act again and again, combined with Lykos's visible distress, made her feel trapped in a nightmare that seemed endless.
The arms of all three girls quickly became tired and sore from the continuous motion, and they were forced to swap hands regularly. The stress and tension of the situation manifested in their stiff shoulders and aching backs. The prolonged nature of the act soon took its toll, leading to feelings of deep desolation as they carried out their grim task.
The girls were forced to endure the physical strain without any form of relief, but Kaelus, Tarin and Lykos were given water to drink at intervals. Although the boys understood that this was not meant for their own comfort but to keep them performing sexually for as long as possible, they could not help but gulp it down eagerly each time.
The relentless nature of the ordeal led to rawness, pain and a sense of numbness, both physically and emotionally, as the three boys struggled to cope with the repeated demands that were being placed upon their bodies. In a twisted demonstration of the law of diminishing returns, the intervals between their climaxes became longer and longer.
As the hours passed, the exposed bodies of Kaelus, Tarin and Lykos reacted with increasing signs of physical strain and exhaustion. The boys were all sweating profusely, their muscles trembling and their breathing laboured as they experienced cramps and fatigue. But against the odds, and against their own instincts and desires, all three boys managed to sustain their physical performance.
Nearly every member of the audience was highly impressed by the young gladiators' ability to endure such prolonged sexual exploitation. They responded with enthusiastic clapping and shouting, as well as occasional bouts of chanting the boys' names. Kaelus, Tarin and Lykos did not view these expressions of approval as rewards or positive feedback, but as being deeply entwined with the exploitative and dehumanising nature of the spectacle.
The audience experienced an unexpected surge of voyeuristic enthusiasm late on in proceedings when Kaelus, Tarin and Lykos all released in perfect unsion, letting out strangled cries of agony and despair as they did so. The unexpected synchronisation and the raw, anguished vocalisations that accompanied it heightened the spectacle for the onlookers, who responded with delighted cheering and lewd comments. All three boys sank to a new level of humiliation they would never have believed possible to reach before that night.
By the time the praetor ordered an end to the entertainment, Kaelus's body was beyond exhaustion. His muscles ached, his breath was ragged, and his mind was struggling to stay focused. The physical sensations he had been experiencing were no longer even remotely pleasurable, only painful and draining. In desperation, he had thought of Aulus, the memory of his brother giving him some measure of strength as he tried to distance himself mentally from what was happening to him.
Tarin was barely holding on by this time. The physical strain was almost unbearable, his young body unable to cope as it was pushed far beyond its natural limits. Each climax had been agonising, leaving him feeling hollow and violated. He had thought of his friends, trying to draw some comfort from their presence, but he still felt isolated in his suffering.
Lykos was experiencing a mixture of pain and desperation. The physical act had become torturous, each forced release sapping his strength and leaving him weaker and more disconnected from himself. His thoughts were scattered, a jumble of anger, fear, and a desperate wish for it to be over. The last thing he felt as Talia stepped away from him was a fresh wave of nausea at the thought of those in the audience who had known him in vastly different circumstances not so very long ago.
All three boys were left crushed by the ordeal. The girls, too, looked drained and defeated, their eyes hollow as they were led away. The master's cruel smile lingered in their minds, a reminder of the power he held over them all.
After the girls had left the room, the boys were finally freed from their bonds and allowed to depart. They moved slowly, their bodies heavy with the weight of the night's events. They trudged back to the ludus, the reality of what had just happened settling over them like a suffocating pall.
'Where one of us goes,' Lykos muttered ruefully, 'the others follow.'
'I thought I could protect you from this,' said Kaelus. 'But now I see that by keeping you in the dark, I only made things worse. You needed to understand the full extent of what we're up against, so you could be ready for it yourselves.'
'Kaelus, it's not your fault,' said Tarin, his voice hoarse. 'None of it is.'
Lykos nodded in agreement. 'It's not us – it's them.'
Kaelus managed a weak smile of gratitude. 'I still should have told you. I thought I was doing the right thing, but I should have trusted you both with the truth. We're in this together, and that means facing it all – no matter how painful.'
The boys were in a state of collapse by the time they reached their spartan sleeping quarters. All three fell immediately into a nightmare-haunted sleep.
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