Neri

Arena

Guns or spears/swords/knives?

Spears swords knives.

Good. We could be the Celtic warriors enslaved by Romans. Or in war against another tribe.

Enslaved being sent to the arena for death by gladiator or crucifixion.

We are in a cell, in the arena, waiting for our turn to fight.

“We are going to die, Dan.”

“It seems likely, even if we manage to defeat our foes, we will just face another or that pig they call emperor will have us crucified.”

“To die on the cross! Shit! It's the worst way of dying. Like slaves! We are warriors.”

“Agreed. I would rather die with a sword in my gut than on a cross.”

“Yes, Dan. That would be a warrior's death. To be killed by another strong warrior, a man like you.”

“If I had a sword I would give you the death you deserve and spare you from the arena.”

I nod. “It would be an honor, Dan. You are the best warrior of our tribe.”

“Thank you, you are among the best yourself.”

I nod. I think we are going to die. I look at you, at your big body.

“Yes, we will die here, if not today, then soon.”

We sit there naked admiring each other as we hear the crowds cheer for the death of someone fighting in the arena.

“Dan, before dying... I would like to fight with you, barehanded. The winner can have the loser's body.”

“Loser gets fucked, is that it?”

I nod. “It would be an honor and a pleasure to fuck you, but it would be an honor to be fucked by such a warrior, too.”

“Very well, wrestling, boxing?”

“Wrestling. Better to be fit for our fight in the arena.”

“Agreed.”

I stand up facing you.

I look at you. Such a man! I attach, trying to make you to fall.

I grab a hold of you as you come in wrapping my arms around your waist and lifting you up to throw on your back.

I grab you, trying to resist. The feeling of being in your strong arms is great. My cock is stiffening. I try to free myself, but you are too strong.

“Do you yield, Brian, or do I continue?”

I hesitate, but I know you are stronger. I knew it from the beginning.

“I yield, Dan, you are the strongest warrior.”

I laugh leaning over you, lowering you to the floor and kissing you as I slip between your legs.

I kiss you back.

“You won, Dan. I am your prey.”

“Yes you are mine to enjoy.”

I nod.

I push my cock against your ass gently

I moan, feeling your huge cock pressing against my hole.

“I will be gentle, my defeated foe.”

I push inside your ass.

“You are the winner, you can do as you like.”

I groan, feeling your cock forcing my hole.

Sliding it in all the way, till my balls rest against your ass.

I groan, I grunt. Pain and pleasure. This is great.

“You are a bull, Dan!”

“Yes I have been called that before, by many men, a Minotaur some have called me.”

I nod. “They are right.”

Pain increasing, pleasure too.

“This is heaven and hell, Dan.”

Thrusting in and out getting faster.

Pain very strong, now. I moan, I grunt. “Shit! Shit”!

Grunting and sweating as I thrust hard into you.

The pain so strong, stronger than the pleasure, but I want it. “Shit, Dan!”

I see the pain and pleasure in your eyes.

“Being fucked by you... Shit, Dan! It's better than killing.” I try to smile.

“Yeah but killing is a close second.”

“Fuck, here I cum.”

I arch back and slam into you, filling your ass.

I feel your cum filling my innards. I grunt, pain and pleasure mixing. I am sweating. I look at your face.

I look at your big paws.

I think at the arena, at the cross.

I rest next to you, "You are thinking hard."

I nod.

“I think that it would have been good to die while you fucked me... to die with your cock in my ass... Not a warrior's death, perhaps, I know.”

“What would you have me do brother?"

I look at you. I look at your big hands.

“I don't know, Dan. We'll have to fight in the arena. I don't want to leave you alone.”

“You know I will fight and die in the arena, you as well, but if you fear the crucifying I can save you from that fate.”

“Would you do this for me? Really?”

“I am ashamed to leave you alone, Dan.”

"Yes, I would end your life myself, if that is your wish."

I slowly nod.

“Yes, Dan, I wish it and not only to escape the cross.”

“I would like to be killed by you.”

“It's the best way of ending.”

I lean up and kiss you my cock getting hard again, "I will be inside you when you end my brother."

I nod. “Yes, Dan fuck me as if I were an enemy, without pity, and then strangle me, slowly. I want to feel my death.”

I nod and slip my hard cock back inside your well lubed ass.

I grunt. I have my friend's cock into my ass, my murderer's cock. Pain and pleasure, but the feeling is great.

I start to thrust again and roll on my back with you sitting on my cock; as I thrust up into you I slide my hands up your chest and around your throat.

The feeling is great. The pain is strong, but I want it. Your cock ravaging my ass and your strong hands on my body and now on my neck.

I think I am a coward, leaving you alone, but it is so good to die so...

I work on filling your ass with my thick cock and giving you pleasure, my paws around your throat only tight enough to turn you on.

My cock stiffening, hell in my ass, I can breathe, but I feel your strong hands tightening.

Pleasure and pain, pleasure and shame.

“I am... a coward... Dan.”

"No you’re not, you have chosen to die on your terms." "Good bye, my friend." I clamp my hands down hard around your throat cutting off your air.

I cannot breathe anymore. A fire burning in my lungs, a fire in my throat, hell in my ass, but I cum, my load going high, on my chest and beard. I would like to thank you, but I cannot speak any more. Pain, pain, pain.

Your cum covering both of us as I maintain the grip on your throat thrusting my cock hard inside you your death approaching.

A huge fire in my body, that slowly subsides, while the world vanishes. I go limp and I begin to piss. Only your big paws sustain me.

I feel you go limp and hold my grip, you are unconscious but I need to hold you long enough for your brains to die my cock swelling as your spasms grip me tight.

You hear a noise. The door opens. An officer and four guards enter the cell.

- Shit! What the fuck...

"Fuck" I toss you aside like a rag doll and climb to my feet.

- You killed him, you, shitbag!

"He wanted it."

The officer turns to the guards.

“Take this shitbag to the arena.”

Then he calls for other two men, who grab my dead body and drag it to the arena, too.

“He wanted it you say!?”

I follow them.

“Yes.”

“He was a coward.”

They push you and force you to go upstairs.

The arena is full.

I go where they lead me.

There are two crosses. They tie my body to one of the crosses.

There is a strong gladiator, a sword in his hand.

He looks at you and he smiles.

I look at him thinking he may be able to do the job.

The officer gives you a sword.

“You have to fight, now, to amuse the crowd.”

I take it and swing it testing the weight.

“If you win, you'll fight again.”

“If you lose, your body will be tied to a cross.”

I stand there naked sword in hand, ready.

I (the gladiator) look at you. I see you are a strong man and certainly a good warrior.

I grin.

“I'll kill you and I'll fuck your ass.”

I laugh.

"If you kill me my ass is yours, of course the reverse is true.”

I laugh again.

“You have no chances, man.”

I attack, aiming at your chest.

I step to the side and thrust at your belly.

I avoid your sword and I attack again. I manage to touch your left arm, but it is not a great wound.

First blood to you, I duck under and try thrusting up under your ribs.

I manage to escape, but some blood flows form a little wound. I attack again and my sword cut the flesh of your left leg.

“Augh!” I stagger back limping.

I attack again and again. We are both sweating, now.

I manage to wound you again, your right arm.

Swords clanging, wounds leaking blood, after you wound my right arm my defense drops, exposing my torso.

I push my sword into your upper belly. It's a pleasure to see the blade entering your flesh, the blood flowing, the pain on your face.

“Augh! Fuck!” I drop my sword grabbing at the sword in my gut.

I smile.

“You are a dead man, fucker!”

“And now I am going to fuck you before killing you.”

I take my sword back and I stab you a second time, lower belly.

“Fuck!” I drop to my knees blood pouring from my belly wounds "Do it you bastard" I lean back arms wide exposing my chest.

I nod.

“Yes, you were a good warrior and you deserve it.”

“I'll fuck your dead ass.”

I smile, my cock stiffening.

I plunge my sword into your heart.

“Gash!” I stiffen as you fuck my heart cock shooting cum, when you pull it out I collapse forward dead at your feet.

The crowd shouts. I look at your dead ass, desire growing in me.

I open your legs and I lay on you, pushing my big cock into your ass.

My dead body rolling under you as you start to fuck my dead ass.

It's such a pleasure fucking the dead ass of a great warrior.

The crowd cheers.

Good and tight.

I go on fucking, pushing my cock deep inside your ass again and again.

Blood pooling under me as you fuck.

I grunt and finally I cum into your ass, my load filling it.

It was wonderful.

I slowly stand.

I look at your dead body and I laugh.

A big dead Celtic bear.

The guards grab your body and tie it to the cross.

Then the two crosses are lifted.

The bodies will rot on the crosses.

Later, they will be burnt.