so.
“Hot blondes Lizzy,
hot blondes.”
“Aren’t you the
charmer,” she said, succumbing to his charm. “Well done, good luck with the
next event.”
Lizzy gave him a peck
on the cheek after the camera had cut, taking advantage of the perks of the job
as she saw it. Like Rachael she checked out his ass through the thin material
as he walked away.
Next up was the wall
and Jack proved just as successful as he had in the first event. He flew up it,
the gladiator in hot pursuit stood no chance. Jack stood at the top saluting
the crowd, much to Rachael’s irritation. Little did anyone know, but a small
and imperceptible tear had developed on the shoulder of Jack’s outfit, a result
of some loose stitches courtesy of Rachael.
As he gloated he was
joined again by Lizzy and preceded to revel in his prowess, flexing his biceps
and grinning for the camera. When they stopped rolling he gratuitously flirted
with the presenter, telling her how he’d love to see more of her, one hand
firmly planted on her behind. It was almost prescient, except that in a few
moments it would be her, rather than him, doing all the seeing.
The third event was
called Hang tough. This was it. As Jack limbered up he looked at the gladiator
on the platform across from him. He looked angry, was a beast of a man, all
bulging muscles. His gladiator name Rhino suited him. The object of the event
was to swing across the rings that hung from the ceiling and reach the opposing
platform. The catch was that Rhino would be doing his utmost to stop him.
The crowd by now were
fully immersed in the action, the Amazonian female gladiators watched from the
sidelines interested to see if Jack could make it three out of three. Lizzy
stood having her make up brushed up, ready for the events end. Rachael had a
good vantage point below, was desperate for something to happen, give the crowd
and television viewers something they’d never seen before. Her prayers were
about to be answered.
“On my whistle,” said
the adjudicator. “Ready…Set…Go!”
A roar rippled around
the arena as the two men swung out onto the rings. Jack headed to the right
flank, gliding effortlessly, his strong upper body strength from all the years
playing football standing him in good stead. Rhino pure power, tracked his
movements, his face etched in a frown, this guy’s going down. The crowd in a
frenzy cheered as the two men swiftly headed towards each other. Perceiving the
outcome, Jack changed course and swung inwards, quickly from ring to ring.
Rhino stayed with him, this suckers mine.
The men collided with
an almighty thud in the centre of the rings. It wasn’t enough to bring either
one of them down. Both men hung on, and as the momentum carried them back into
one another, Rhino stretched out an arm to bring him down. Jack smashed it
aside. The crowd rose to fever pitch.
Yet, as Jack tried
reaching, straining, for a different ring in a desperate effort to take him
away from Rhino’s grasp, he couldn’t make it. As their momentum carried them
into one another for a second time, Rhino got his man. Jack held on for dear
life as Rhino, limpet like, clamped onto him, pressing his entire weight trying
to bring him down. In his attempt, Rhino gripped the thin straps that went over
Jacks shoulders. At this point it appeared there was only one inevitable
outcome.
But then it happened.
In the blink of an eye Jack’s outfit tore completely in two, Rhino plummeted to
the pool of soft balls below, cushioning his fall. There was an audible gasp
from the crowd as Jack hung stark naked from the rings, a piece of red material
dangling from one foot, all that remained of his costume. There was a split
second pause before laughter filled the arena as Jack’s small, stubby penis,
and tiny balls, dangled exposed to their gaze. The area was starkly highlighted
by pale white skin, tan lines delineating where his shorts would normally be.
“I want a camera on
that cock,” yelled Rachael
“Hot blondes Lizzy,
hot blondes.”
“Aren’t you the
charmer,” she said, succumbing to his charm. “Well done, good luck with the
next event.”
Lizzy gave him a peck
on the cheek after the camera had cut, taking advantage of the perks of the job
as she saw it. Like Rachael she checked out his ass through the thin material
as he walked away.
Next up was the wall
and Jack proved just as successful as he had in the first event. He flew up it,
the gladiator in hot pursuit stood no chance. Jack stood at the top saluting
the crowd, much to Rachael’s irritation. Little did anyone know, but a small
and imperceptible tear had developed on the shoulder of Jack’s outfit, a result
of some loose stitches courtesy of Rachael.
As he gloated he was
joined again by Lizzy and preceded to revel in his prowess, flexing his biceps
and grinning for the camera. When they stopped rolling he gratuitously flirted
with the presenter, telling her how he’d love to see more of her, one hand
firmly planted on her behind. It was almost prescient, except that in a few
moments it would be her, rather than him, doing all the seeing.
The third event was
called Hang tough. This was it. As Jack limbered up he looked at the gladiator
on the platform across from him. He looked angry, was a beast of a man, all
bulging muscles. His gladiator name Rhino suited him. The object of the event
was to swing across the rings that hung from the ceiling and reach the opposing
platform. The catch was that Rhino would be doing his utmost to stop him.
The crowd by now were
fully immersed in the action, the Amazonian female gladiators watched from the
sidelines interested to see if Jack could make it three out of three. Lizzy
stood having her make up brushed up, ready for the events end. Rachael had a
good vantage point below, was desperate for something to happen, give the crowd
and television viewers something they’d never seen before. Her prayers were
about to be answered.
“On my whistle,” said
the adjudicator. “Ready…Set…Go!”
A roar rippled around
the arena as the two men swung out onto the rings. Jack headed to the right
flank, gliding effortlessly, his strong upper body strength from all the years
playing football standing him in good stead. Rhino pure power, tracked his
movements, his face etched in a frown, this guy’s going down. The crowd in a
frenzy cheered as the two men swiftly headed towards each other. Perceiving the
outcome, Jack changed course and swung inwards, quickly from ring to ring.
Rhino stayed with him, this suckers mine.
The men collided with
an almighty thud in the centre of the rings. It wasn’t enough to bring either
one of them down. Both men hung on, and as the momentum carried them back into
one another, Rhino stretched out an arm to bring him down. Jack smashed it
aside. The crowd rose to fever pitch.
Yet, as Jack tried
reaching, straining, for a different ring in a desperate effort to take him
away from Rhino’s grasp, he couldn’t make it. As their momentum carried them
into one another for a second time, Rhino got his man. Jack held on for dear
life as Rhino, limpet like, clamped onto him, pressing his entire weight trying
to bring him down. In his attempt, Rhino gripped the thin straps that went over
Jacks shoulders. At this point it appeared there was only one inevitable
outcome.
But then it happened.
In the blink of an eye Jack’s outfit tore completely in two, Rhino plummeted to
the pool of soft balls below, cushioning his fall. There was an audible gasp
from the crowd as Jack hung stark naked from the rings, a piece of red material
dangling from one foot, all that remained of his costume. There was a split
second pause before laughter filled the arena as Jack’s small, stubby penis,
and tiny balls, dangled exposed to their gaze. The area was starkly highlighted
by pale white skin, tan lines delineating where his shorts would normally be.
“I want a camera on
that cock,” yelled Rachael
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