Crixus stood at the edge of the training arena smirking at the new comers; it was always exciting to see fresh meat. But he couldn't believe this muscular but shorter weaker man was this Spartacus everyone had been talking about. He was still fairly impressive in stature but didn't look like he matched Crixus in size or strength; hardly deserving looks wise of the reputation he had been given.

Crixus stood cockily and arrogantly as it was announced that there was going to be a demonstration fight between him and this Spartacus. Crixus knew he would easily win so much so he almost laughed at the stupidity of having to fight this man, how did Spartacus even believe that he could defeat him? However Spartacus stood there bold as brass defying Doctore's orders refusing to fight, something that had never happened before in the whole history of the Ludus. Crixus wasn't sure if to respect his defiance and stubbornness or if to laugh at his stupidness he knew punishment always followed disobedience.

Crixus stood and smirked as he saw Doctore's whip fly he knew the pain that would follow as the whip connected with flesh and he was looking forward to seeing the little whelp receive some punishment. But before anyone could blink Spartacus grabbed the flying whip and it wrapped round his wrist, Crixus hated to admit he was impressed with the speed of the small man, but had to stop himself from laughing as Doctore pulled the whip causing Spartacus to go flying face first into the sand.

With lightening quick speed Spartacus grabbed the sword from the ground and went to attack Doctore but Crixus was too quick and protected his master.
"Feeling rested are we?" He growled kicking the sword towards Spartacus and attacking him with his blade which resulted in Spartacus hitting the ground with a heavy thud. Spartacus gazed at Crixus from the ground in all his glory he was tall, broad, strong and muscular but Spartacus thought he was better. Attack after attack Crixus dodged, grinning happily every time he heard the sickening wooden thud of his sword cracking against Spartacus's skin causing him to be knocked into the dust. After every defeat Crixus displayed himself in all his glory arrogantly to his master and all the observers, he was the best and he knew it, he would teach this Thracian to have the nerve to fight him.

As Spartacus lay on the ground being pinned to the floor by Crixus he knew he had lost but still he refused to give the mercy hand signal Doctore told him to use, he refused to beg to Crixus for his life he would sooner die than be that undignified and sink to that level. He wheezed and sighed with relief when Crixus let him go as Batiatus had commanded. He felt humiliated and a looser but he was alive and he swore he would settle the score with Crixus.

In the baths cleaning up after training Spartacus and Crixus glared at each other from across the room. Crixus stood naked before everyone unashamed and unembarrassed, proud and full of confidence with everything on show as he made insults and teased the clueless Spartacus.
"He's slow this one isn't he?" Crixus laughed "But then what do you expect from a Thracian" Spartacus stood blank faced at Crixus he refused to rise to the bait and start a fight. "They smell like fresh shit, they all do except the women they smell of piss and shit" Spartacus clenched his fists and stepped closer to the naked Crixus trying to intimidate him but he wasn't afraid.
"What are you then?" Spartacus growled.
"I'm a Gaul little man, the best of my kind Crixus the UNDEFEATED!" He spat trying to scare him.
"A Gaul, well that explains why you smell like a woman" He whispered smirking causing Crixus to laugh.
"Oh you tend to your wounds, eat rest when you gain your strength we'll revisit that remark" Crixus threatened turning his back on Spartacus showing he wasn't afraid of this little man and he knew Spartacus should be scared because he had always been a man of his word. He would make Spartacus regret saying he smelt like a woman.

Spartacus stood in the orange light of the baths oiling himself up for the next training session, no one was awake yet and so the room was empty. He enjoyed the rare times that he could be alone with his thoughts so he could think about his wife Sura in peace. Suddenly a heavy force ran into him and pushed him face first into the wall; Spartacus cried out and swore under his breath as he hit the wall hard face first.
"I warned you we would revisit our... little conversation" Crixus whispered in Spartacus's ear from behind.
"My remark still stands so do something about it" Spartacus growled just managing to free his arm with enough space to get his elbow to collide into Crixus's face. Crixus grunted in pain and was knocked back a few steps, Spartacus spun round and charged at Crixus before he was even aware of what was happening and knocked him to the ground.

Crixus and Spartacus scrambled on the ground; Crixus struggled to keep hold of Spartacus and gain advantage because of Spartacus's slippery oiled skin. Spartacus used this to his advantage and managed to pin Crixus face down on the ground. Crixus clawed at the ground and tried to pull himself out of Spartacus's grasp but he had firm hold of his subligaria. With all his strength Crixus pulled himself away from Spartacus's grasp, his subligaria tore away from him with a rip.
"Not much of a champion" Spartacus chuckled looking at Crixus's ass as he tried slither away, but he didn't move fast enough and Spartacus tackled him again pinning him to the ground and sitting on the base of his spine.
"Get off me Thracian filth" Crixus growled in to the dust struggling to get free.
"Funny you smell like a woman and you're in the perfect position to be fucked like one" Spartacus whispered in his ear, quickly moving his head away to avoid Crixus throwing his head back narrowly missing his nose.
"What makes you think I want your dirty Thracian cock anywhere near me?" Crixus's voice growled.
"This" Spartacus announced reaching round and grabbing Crixus's big hard cock that was pressed against his smooth, muscular stomach standing to attention. Crixus blushed and tried to squirm out of Spartacus's firm grasp but Spartacus gripped tighter. He felt humiliated and embarrassed at his erection being pointed out especially from the Thracian he had a grudge against. His stomach churned with nerves and a bit of fright not because he was frightened of what the Thracian would do to him but of how his body was reacting to him.