Chapter 20, Humiliation, Then A Helping Hand
Morgan was almost in tears as they reached a large entryway. She stopped momentarily to dry her eyes, before entering the large arena like room. With Ross still restrained at the ankles and wrists, she quickly pulled him into the room behind her. Immediately there was loud applause as Ross was lead to the edge of a large open area in the center of the room. The lighting was subdued with the outer areas of the room being shaded in darkness. Morgan quickly left him, retreating to outside of the arena. Ross felt sorry for her, her embarrassment obvious as she duck her head and retreated into one of the dark recesses of the room.
Standing at the edge of the arena, Ross looked around. Several feet away was a tall, well built muscular woman, wearing only a leather thong. Her breasts were huge but what he immediately noticed was what appeared to be a large amount of sperm covering her breasts and stomach. She was laughing and wiping off her arms and hands, trying to get all of the thick goo off of her. The towel in her hand was wet and saturated with the stuff. She was joking with some nearby women as they laughed and pointed across the room. Then he noticed the nude male, lying on the floor on the other side of the room. The male looked as though he was unconscious, flat on his back, his legs spread wide. What was noticeable was his half hard cock, lying on his stomach, sperm still leaking from the swollen head. There was a large amount of sperm on his stomach and pubic area.
“We have our newest slave for the arena,” a female voice said above applause and cheers. As Ross’ eyes become accustomed to the darkened room, he could see that there were cushions and couches sitting all around the arena, all occupied by women. The room had thick and luxurious rugs covering the floors. In all there were about 20 women that were seated in areas around the room. Some were watching him; others were indulging themselves with other females. The sight reminded him of pictures that he had seen of Roman gatherings, people laying about on cushions while eating and drinking.
Moving among the women were what appeared to be serving girls, each dressed the same in very short white gowns that barely covered them. Ross immediately got the impression that the female servers were slaves. The women that were the obvious guests were all dressed in elegant gowns with lots of skin showing. There was a Roman appearance to the spectacle. They all appeared to be very rich women. In one dark area of the room, two women were kissing, one woman’s hand buried between the slender legs of her nude partner. The one woman was in the obvious throes of an orgasm. Other women were talking, some kissing each other, and some just watching him.
Ross could smell the alcohol in the room and knew that the women were drinking. In the middle of the group of women was Mistress Francesca. She was sitting back in a chaise lounge her long legs showing from under her long gown. All of the women were showing some degree of flesh, an air of sexuality permeated the scene. The Mistress rose from her lounge, moving toward the more lit area of the room. At the same time, the well-built woman with the leather thong had cleaned up and was leaving the room. Two of the servant girls were slowly bringing the unconscious male around, slapping his cheek and forcing him to sit up. He was obviously groggy, but coming around quickly.
“I told all of you about the bull, the one with the balls. Well, here he is. He is to show us his stuff, one way or another,” the Mistress said as everyone laughed. “I found him yesterday and he is here for your entertainment tonight, and then for my entertainment,” she added, the women laughing even harder. It was understood that the Mistress would take whatever slave she wanted, for her own pleasure, after the show.
“Slave, you are here for our entertainment,” she said, directly addressing Ross. She walked out toward him, into the light. “Everyone here is use to seeing huge cocks. But tonight, my friends here are going to see something different. I think that they will find you more than arousing.” She quickly undid the restraints on his wrists and ankles, giving him total movement. She moved up behind him and began to move her arms around him, her hands caressing his bare chest and stomach. All of the women were now watching as her hands slowly moved softly down his stomach to the top of his pubic bone. Her breasts pressed hard into his back. Then both hands moved down, over the metal covered flesh, teasing him. Her fingers flitted over the metal, barely touching him, but touching him enough that he was slowly hardening. It was obvious as his flesh pushed out against the metal cage.
“Ummm, now this is beginning to feel very nice,” she said laughing softly. She could feel him hardening. “The poor thing is trapped inside all that metal. We’re not used to seeing such large balls and I’m afraid that I didn’t have much that would cover such a bulge. But here in a moment, we’ll free it so that we can take full advantage of it,” she said, her hand firmly moving up and down the bulging flesh. Her playing was beginning to take a toll on her. She was getting into the moment, her leg moving upward, her thigh over his hip.
“But first, we should tell our new slave here what we’re doing, since he is new to our entertainment.” All of the women were ‘ooing and ahhing’; all of their eyes on her hands as she exercised his trapped sexual muscles. Even some of the serving girls had stopped and were watching.
“Kneel down slave,” she ordered him, her voice somewhat firmer. He immediately knelt down on the thick carpets.
“We’re all more than familiar with what the arena is used for, but Ross is brand new here. It’s his first time. I’m sure we’ll be seeing more of him in the future, but for tonight, I think that we should tell him what is expected of him. Since he is here for our entertainment, he will perform for us first. Then after he is rested, he will fight Darcy in the arena.” Ross keyed on the word ‘rested’, wondering what that meant. It was obvious what the rest meant. He was going to have to fight Darcy. It didn’t make any sense to him. Darcy was small and petite, and a woman. He was a man and a former cop.
“After you’ve performed, you’ll be given a short time to rest. Your performance will be to your own benefit. In the arena, you’ll face Darcy in a best of two rounds. Being new here, let me explain the ground rules. It’s sexual combat, a battle of the sexes. It’s male versus female. Each round is to see who can make the other one cum. The one who cums the most, loses. It’s very simple,” she said. The women in the audience were clapping and cheering, wanting to watch a sexual fight. They were all sitting up and watching Ross.
“As any woman knows, it’s easy to make a male cum. That’s why you’ll perform for us first, to dump some of that load in your balls. It will give you an advantage. And Darcy, being a female, well…. She’s a female. To give you even more advantage, Darcy will apply a sensitizing agent to her pussy. All of this should put you both on equal footing.” The women in the audience were now cheering and yelling, working themselves into a sexual frenzy. It was apparent that they had all seen this show before and were eager to watch the event. They were all sitting on the edge of their seats.
“The first one to cum loses that round. After a brief rest, you will go for round two. We use to have three rounds, but found that it got boring since it took forever for the male to cum a third time. Almost all the males that have fought here have been defeated in all rounds. We’ve only had one male that could make a female cum, and that was only once.” By now the women in the audience were almost out of control. They were demanding for the show to begin. They wanted sex.
“And, Darcy has never been defeated. After the performance, you will be given to the highest bidder, for her own private entertainment, whatever she may want of you.” The Mistress just stood there smiling. She knew already who the highest bidder was. There was no high bidder. She would take Ross to her bedroom for the remainder of the evening.
