Gladiator Demands Blowjob

Brutus removed his tattered armor piece by piece. It clanked as it fell to the floor. I watched the warrior in amazement as I stroked my throbbing cock.
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The streets of Gwen were busy and packed with people shouting and moving back and forth. The mid-afternoon sun was high in the sky and beamed down upon the marketplace. Hagglers and vendors shouted their prices while farmers moved their oxs and wagons through the narrow streets.
Visitors to the city would recognize the stone aqueducts, the finest architecture and engineering in all of the continent span their length across the outside of the city and towards the Vician lake on the eastern side. It was the first thing many saw on their way inward and quite the talking point for diplomats.
If one was in the middle of the city, the only thing at the moment that could be heard would be a deafening roar. The people of the city were used to it on Liolus, the day of the lion. The loud celebration came from inside of the colosseum of the city, the stonework just as masterful as the aqueducts and just as tall and broad.
People from city states that the Gwenians operated would come to the city on Liolus simply to get a glimpse at the raw display of wealth and power. From within, a warrior held up his long sword, his muscles flexing openly in the arena as flowers rained down onto the ground of the arena which was soaked in blood.
A second warrior kneeled below the other, his head lowered in a submissive gesture. Both were geared relatively the same; a leather shoulder harness that dipped below each of their sword arms along with a simple round shield and a typical helm painted gold. Blood covered both of their weapons...