The noonday sun glistens upon his young and thickly muscled body...muscles engorged with blood and adrenaline from his death match. His blood and writhing entrails slowly seeping from the wound in his belly, he lay mortally horrified as to what shall become of his body, ribcage flaring widely with panted breath, as the one who vanquished his body stands over him. He feels a twinge in his loins at the sight of him...beautiful and athletic...the night's ecstasy of their bodies still fresh. The sight quickly fades as he succumbs to the fatal wound no longer providing a stable enclosure for his vitals. The last thing he feels is the thong being torn from his body and the hands of Arena boy attendants grasping his firmly by his thighs and dragging him toward the pile of bodies of hapless youths such as himself who also decided to discard their bodies upon the sand...leaving the Arena in spirit, no longer in their skins.
The writhing in his entrails must be horrifying....as well as the feel. Love how he clutches his tummy one last time as if to calm it .... those belly wounds are the worst...no telling how their organs will react to the violence done to them. And he stretches out to die...showing the crowds his beautifully crafted muscles, as if pleading for them to remember his flesh, not his meat...
Thank you. Great narrative to go along with the video!
ReplyDeleteThe noonday sun glistens upon his young and thickly muscled body...muscles engorged with blood and adrenaline from his death match. His blood and writhing entrails slowly seeping from the wound in his belly, he lay mortally horrified as to what shall become of his body, ribcage flaring widely with panted breath, as the one who vanquished his body stands over him. He feels a twinge in his loins at the sight of him...beautiful and athletic...the night's ecstasy of their bodies still fresh. The sight quickly fades as he succumbs to the fatal wound no longer providing a stable enclosure for his vitals. The last thing he feels is the thong being torn from his body and the hands of Arena boy attendants grasping his firmly by his thighs and dragging him toward the pile of bodies of hapless youths such as himself who also decided to discard their bodies upon the sand...leaving the Arena in spirit, no longer in their skins.
ReplyDeleteThe writhing in his entrails must be horrifying....as well as the feel. Love how he clutches his tummy one last time as if to calm it .... those belly wounds are the worst...no telling how their organs will react to the violence done to them. And he stretches out to die...showing the crowds his beautifully crafted muscles, as if pleading for them to remember his flesh, not his meat...
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