Gay Toy in the Roman Arena 1
Veteran ISEEC researcher Sam plumbs the psychic echoes of people from history, reliving their strongest memories.
Roman slave gladiator Julius' memories are anything but pleasant, until he finds fellow Colosseum slave Judah. Their playful connection gives them both something to live for... but is their love strong enough to survive the Roman Arena?
Warning: this work of short erotic fiction is intended for adults only and features explicit descriptions of very rough gay mansex, a sexy Judaean's first gay time, dominance games, and questionable historical accuracy.
Excerpt:
“You've got nothing to worry about,” Julius lied. “I mean, look at you. Who could stand a chance against muscles like those?”
“These?” Judah mocked, flexing his arms. They were lean and streamlined like the rest of him, not the giant ham-sized bulges Aristarchus boasted... but there was certainly power and strength in that body. The sephardim was in excellent shape, from whatever life he'd led before captivity.
He looked away again, conscious that he'd been staring. The man was built like a temple statue, every muscle perfectly formed and defined, but they moved with an unconscious uniform grace that made the tangible fact of his presence that much more immediate.
Even the concealing arch of the fake-Egyptian chest plate that circled down like a necklace, covering his chest, just seemed to bring more attention to the chiseled shapes of his abdomen and the hints of pecs that extended out past the sides of the ridiculous armor.
“You want to touch them?” Judah asked, his voice low, and Julius' gaze snapped back up. Judah met his eye, raising an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing around the edge of his lips. “We hear things, you know, out in the provinces. About you Romans.”
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Roman slave gladiator Julius' memories are anything but pleasant, until he finds fellow Colosseum slave Judah. Their playful connection gives them both something to live for... but is their love strong enough to survive the Roman Arena?
Warning: this work of short erotic fiction is intended for adults only and features explicit descriptions of very rough gay mansex, a sexy Judaean's first gay time, dominance games, and questionable historical accuracy.
Excerpt:
“You've got nothing to worry about,” Julius lied. “I mean, look at you. Who could stand a chance against muscles like those?”
“These?” Judah mocked, flexing his arms. They were lean and streamlined like the rest of him, not the giant ham-sized bulges Aristarchus boasted... but there was certainly power and strength in that body. The sephardim was in excellent shape, from whatever life he'd led before captivity.
He looked away again, conscious that he'd been staring. The man was built like a temple statue, every muscle perfectly formed and defined, but they moved with an unconscious uniform grace that made the tangible fact of his presence that much more immediate.
Even the concealing arch of the fake-Egyptian chest plate that circled down like a necklace, covering his chest, just seemed to bring more attention to the chiseled shapes of his abdomen and the hints of pecs that extended out past the sides of the ridiculous armor.
“You want to touch them?” Judah asked, his voice low, and Julius' gaze snapped back up. Judah met his eye, raising an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing around the edge of his lips. “We hear things, you know, out in the provinces. About you Romans.”
Gay Toy in the Roman Arena 1
Veteran ISEEC researcher Sam plumbs the psychic echoes of people from history, reliving their strongest memories.
Roman slave gladiator Julius' memories are anything but pleasant, until he finds fellow Colosseum slave Judah. Their playful connection gives them both something to live for... but is their love strong enough to survive the Roman Arena?
Warning: this work of short erotic fiction is intended for adults only and features explicit descriptions of very rough gay mansex, a sexy Judaean's first gay time, dominance games, and questionable historical accuracy.
Excerpt:
“You've got nothing to worry about,” Julius lied. “I mean, look at you. Who could stand a chance against muscles like those?”
“These?” Judah mocked, flexing his arms. They were lean and streamlined like the rest of him, not the giant ham-sized bulges Aristarchus boasted... but there was certainly power and strength in that body. The sephardim was in excellent shape, from whatever life he'd led before captivity.
He looked away again, conscious that he'd been staring. The man was built like a temple statue, every muscle perfectly formed and defined, but they moved with an unconscious uniform grace that made the tangible fact of his presence that much more immediate.
Even the concealing arch of the fake-Egyptian chest plate that circled down like a necklace, covering his chest, just seemed to bring more attention to the chiseled shapes of his abdomen and the hints of pecs that extended out past the sides of the ridiculous armor.
“You want to touch them?” Judah asked, his voice low, and Julius' gaze snapped back up. Judah met his eye, raising an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing around the edge of his lips. “We hear things, you know, out in the provinces. About you Romans.”
Roman slave gladiator Julius' memories are anything but pleasant, until he finds fellow Colosseum slave Judah. Their playful connection gives them both something to live for... but is their love strong enough to survive the Roman Arena?
Warning: this work of short erotic fiction is intended for adults only and features explicit descriptions of very rough gay mansex, a sexy Judaean's first gay time, dominance games, and questionable historical accuracy.
Excerpt:
“You've got nothing to worry about,” Julius lied. “I mean, look at you. Who could stand a chance against muscles like those?”
“These?” Judah mocked, flexing his arms. They were lean and streamlined like the rest of him, not the giant ham-sized bulges Aristarchus boasted... but there was certainly power and strength in that body. The sephardim was in excellent shape, from whatever life he'd led before captivity.
He looked away again, conscious that he'd been staring. The man was built like a temple statue, every muscle perfectly formed and defined, but they moved with an unconscious uniform grace that made the tangible fact of his presence that much more immediate.
Even the concealing arch of the fake-Egyptian chest plate that circled down like a necklace, covering his chest, just seemed to bring more attention to the chiseled shapes of his abdomen and the hints of pecs that extended out past the sides of the ridiculous armor.
“You want to touch them?” Judah asked, his voice low, and Julius' gaze snapped back up. Judah met his eye, raising an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing around the edge of his lips. “We hear things, you know, out in the provinces. About you Romans.”
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| BN ID: | 2940014387330 |
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| Publisher: | Convenience Mallory Knox |
| Publication date: | 05/23/2012 |
| Series: | Gay Toy , #2 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 59 KB |
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