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Post by Agron on Jul 5, 2017 1:44:55 GMT
blood and battle
ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN
It had been the other day yet memory was fresh in Agron's mind. Consuming his senses in the most unsettling way. Ever since coming to the ludus, Agron had been concerned over the well fare of his brother. They were both gladiators but he knew that his brother struggled in the day. The . . . physical demands, ones of a more sexual nature, also concerned Agron, should his brother ever be summoned for such things. But as it turned out, Agron had been. And it was not only the forced display of fucking someone . . . but the fact that he had to do so to someone else.
It was not in his nature to so casually fuck another. Least of all when it was demanded and caused by being stripped of choice. So ever since it had happened, Agron had felt sick. Distracted. Unsure what to even say to the other male He still recalled the event, every sensation in his mind. The scent. The feel. The whispered Apologies to the other male -- Tiberius -- when he slid his cock inside of him. Yet the one word seemed inadequate. So when he saw Tiberius, he could not stop the compulsion he felt to approach him. Though, it was battled with thoughts of avoiding him as well. Yet, he knew this may be his only chance.
There were celebrations tonight, the others distracted with wine and women -- or men if that be their preference. Tiberius had entered to join them and Agron's gaze had not left the man. Taking a deep breath he approached him, swallowing as he felt the linger nausea still from what they had been forced to do. Something of the most intimate nature, turned into sheer fucking entertainment. Agron did not even know what to say to Tiberius as he just stood near him. "I would ask for a moment," he finally managed to get out, hoping he could think of something better to say while waiting for Tiberius to either give consent or rejection.
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Post by Nasir on Jul 6, 2017 2:38:54 GMT
written in the stars
A day ago Tiberius would have thought himself, although a slave, a slave with position. His dominus seemed to like him well enough and for all intents and purposes his life, although in slavery, had been fairly easy. Look pretty, don't speak, always comply and because he did all these things he hadn't been treated very harshly at all. Of course it was the whim of his dominus doing whatever the fuck he wanted to do but Tiberius couldn't help but think that he had also done something wrong that would turn that hand against him. There had been so many eyes watching, leering as he were made to perform, bred like a dog for entertainment. Surely the sting of humiliation was lost on him years ago, but the nagging and persistent emotion he was feeling had to be disgrace and shame, degradation, indignity... All of it weighing heavily upon his shoulders. So much so, that even though the ludus and the household all celebrated this evening, he stood idle on the sidelines, his mind still replaying every detail. At the very least the Gladiator had been as kind to him as he could, he made special note of the way the man's thumb had caressed him while his palm was planted firmly on the small of Tiberius's back. A small gesture of comfort. It was appreciated.
Tiberius watched the crowd in their rowdy, drunken state but couldn't quite bring himself to glance anywhere in the Gladiator's direction, even as the man approached, but he pondered his request before nodding and heading towards an empty hallway. "Break words," he spoke not unkindly, eyes downcast and uncertain.
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Post by Agron on Jul 11, 2017 18:54:21 GMT
blood and battle
ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN
Agron gave a short nod feeling relieved that Tiberius would have words with him . . . yet it left him equally uncertain was to what to say to him as they now stood in the empty hall. Agron did not fail to notice the way he averted his gaze, which was entirely understandable considering what they had been forced to commit. "Apologies." Even if he held no choice in the matter. He had been given a more . . . dominant position in the coupling.
It made Agron feel oddly responsible. The conversation however felt . . . incredibly uncomfortable. Being face to face with the man he had forced himself into. "Action was not of my own choice." Justification. Was there truly any? Disobedience could have resulted in death, or punishment for his brother. Or any other leverage these shits would use against him. "This fucking shit hole strips us of many things." Choice, dignity, free will. Agron was no fucking slave and yet in here . . . he was the object of amusement for the Romans, as was Tiberius.
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Post by Nasir on Aug 26, 2017 22:49:17 GMT
written in the stars
Dark brows knit together as he continued watching the floor. He was baffled. Of all the lewd and dishonorable things this Gladiator could have said to him, he instead chose to apologize? His fingers twitched in a nervous manner. How was he supposed to respond? Tiberius was a slave and as such there was never any reason to apologize to him, he was just a thing, a possession to be used.
"You merely did what was asked of you," he murmured, chewing lightly upon his lip. He took a quick glance upward. Just a moment and yet it was long enough to catch the enticing, clear green color of the man's eyes. The sight burned into his retinas so intensely that for days later he would remember that exact color.
"It warms heart to know it has not stripped you of kindness. Gratitude..." Tiberius nodded his head realizing he didn't even know the man's name or if he even had one considering all the other things Rome stripped away. |
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Post by Agron on Oct 1, 2017 2:07:27 GMT
blood and battle
ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN
Agron listened quietly as Tiberius accepted the apology. The German could not help but wonder how many times before -- if any -- Tiberius had been the subject of such a thing. How often had he been used for such purposes? It caused Agron to inwardly cringe, fucking hating the thought of it. "No. Not what was asked," Agron began to say. "But what was fucking demanded." His pride loathed the very idea that another would hold so much power over him. Had his brother not been here, Agron would have welcomed death over such actions. "A demand that has great weight to it. Burden never to be relieved from fucking shoulders." For he wanted Tiberius to know that he had done . . . was not something he did with pride or pleasure.
He had forced himself onto another. The disgust of himself for doing such would haunt him for time to come. He couldn't even begin to imagine what it was to be on the receiving end. And even Agron knew a mere apology was inadequate. Agron gave a short nod at his next words, though there was a degree of surprise. That the word kindness could be used towards him, despite his actions. Eyes met his and Agron could not help but properly gaze at the other male. Of course he could see the physical appeal of him. But within his eyes, behind that gaze . . . he saw a strength. An inner strength. "Agron," he stated, seeming to pick up on the cue from Tiberius. "And, you go by Tiberius?" Though the name did not seem to suit the man very well.
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