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Capua, Roman Republic.
As Flavius was brought back to his cell, he was approached by a man brandishing a whip. His skin was light brown and he was a stocky man, but appeared to be in good physical shape. He bore a large scar across his face. The man motioned for the jailers to let Flavius out. As Flavius rose to his feet, he got a good look at the man.
"Who are you?" he asked as he was given a slap across the face.
"You will speak when spoken to slave." He growled. "You have been purchased by Quintus Lentulus Batiatus, to be trained at his ludus. I am your doctore." Flavius recognized the term. He knew that a ludus was a school for gladiators.
"I am to be a gladiator now?" Flavius asked as the doctore turned to him.
"If the Gods favor you," He scoffed. "Isn't surviving execution the arena miracle enough?" Flavius did not reply as his new doctore led him in chains out of the arena and to a new world that the young man had never previously known.
House Of Batiatus. Capua, Roman Republic. Later that day.
Lucretia Batiatus stood on the balcony overlooking the ludus as Gaia, her faithful friend, joined her in watching the gladiators train.
"They are base animals, are they not?" she giggled as Lucretia nodded.
"My husband procures only the fiercest to be trained in this ludus." She insisted as she motioned for her body slave Melitta, to bring her more wine. As the proper Roman woman conversed, two other slaves had taken advantage of the distraction to view the spectacle themselves. Naevia and her childhood friend and fellow slave Diona, laid eyes on all of Batiatus's titans.
"You know Naevia..." Diona whispered with glee. "I have heard from some of the girls that Gannicus's cock is as big as a horse's."
"I inquired with Melitta on the subject," Naevia whispered in return. "She assured me that his is not the biggest that she has seen."
"Naevia!" Diona exclaimed as the woman laughed at the thought of the mighty Gannicus and his raging cock. The sound of the ludus gate being opened soon turned their thoughts from the well endowed Celt.
"Diona...you simply must see this!" Naevia said as she pointed to the new slave following behind Doctore.
As Flavius was led through the gates, he saw the gladiators in the courtyard training with their wooden swords and shields. A few of them stopped to look at Batiatus's newest purchase and Flavius could see the scorn in their eyes as he passed them by. As the man's eyes moved upwards though, they settled upon a beautiful woman looking down on him. She was a very beautiful young girl, green-eyed and light-skinned. She was wearing a small grey dress which was cut above the knees and the top-front was exposed from the neckline down to the chest. This woman was a vision of Venus herself as their eyes meet, she was fixated on him. A spellbound Flavius had to be goaded along after being blinded by such a beauty.
"See him to the medicus and then bathed." Doctore ordered the other slave who had accompanied him. "I would not having him smelling of shit!"
"Yes Doctore." The slave said as Flavius was dragged along. After a through looking over, the medicus ruled that Flavius was in good health and could begin training at dawn with the other recruits. As Flavius washed himself in the bath, his mind was overwhelmed with what had happened that day. He had been condemned to die in the arena, only to be sold to be trained in the gladiatorial arts. Is this what the Gods had in mind for him? Their reasoning defied human understanding, he only prayed that his mother had found Elysium and was well. Once he had finished, a guard came and took him to a cell where three other men sat. As Flavius was tossed in, he saw that he shared the space with a Macedonian and two Syrians.
"Muakharat jadidat lilddaeir! (A new ass for fucking!)" the larger man spoke. Flavius saw that this had earned a laugh from the other Syrian. He had an olive complexion, brown eyes and black hair. His head was nearly bald and he sported a beard with one braid, whereas his countryman sported two.
"Dagan thinks you are of a form, as does the mighty Ashur." He lied with a smile.
"Are you recruits as well?" Flavius inquired.
"Yes, this is the house of Batiatus, trainer of gladiators." Ashur continued. "Here we toil under the cruel sting of Doctore's whip."
"There were 8 of us when training began." the Macedonian explained.
"Thanks to you, we are reduced by half: You, I, Dagan, and good Indus." Ashur added.
"A soldier becomes a gladiator," Flavius scoffed. "What a tale..."
"You were a soldier of Rome?" Indus asked in surprise as Flavius nodded.
"How do you find yourself among such storied company?" Ashur inquired as he was intrigued.
"A disagreement." Flavius explained. "The Legatus thought it just to take what a woman did not give, I thought otherwise."
"Rapist..." Indus muttered.
"My reward for defending an innocent woman?" Flavius griped. "Dishonorably discharged from the auxiliary, my mother slain, my sister enslaved, and myself, condemned to end my life for the pleasure of a mob!"
"A tragic tale if ever there was one." Ashur said solemnly.
"Now I have nothing to fight for...except my sister's freedom and the chance to soak my steel in the blood of Septimus Curtis Augurnus." the Roman vowed in quiet anger.
"Yabki aleudw altanasuliu alnasawiu, munasabatan faqat liaimtisas aldiyk." (Weeping cunt, suited only for sucking cock). Dagan jested as he let out a loud laugh. Ashur gave the man a stern look of rebuke.
"Dagan would have the day of Augurnus's demise come soon." Ashlue lied once again as Flavius saw through the Syrian's shit.
"Tell him that the sentiment is shared." He replied with steel in his eyes to match that in his heart.
WILL FLAVIUS SURVIVE TO SEE THE TEST? REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.