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Kalus & Apollo
By D J Owen
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Kalus and Apollo
Kalus walked down the street in Athens, his mind worrying over ideas that he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted. So obsessed with his thoughts was he that he failed to notice the dust from the street sticking to his near naked frame dressed as he was in just a training loin cloth. Skin bronzed from training in the gladiator school turning another shade of brown as the dust settled on him but he paid it no mind. His five foot eight frame was lean rather than skinny and his muscles were taut and weary from the days training. His blond hair was dirty and ran down his neck in a warriors braid whilst his soft brown eyes looked out at the world.
He was on his way to the temple of Apollo for an augury, a fortune telling that would tell him what to expect in the future but for that he would need to be clean, so a trip to the baths and the soothing caress of hot steam was his first priority. As he walked mechanically he thought back to his career as a gladiator. So far he had been in one bout at the circus, a practise session showing the bravery of the gladiator school. First on the bill and not well applauded but he could proudly proclaim he was no longer a gladiator in training but rather a gladiator in name. He hadn’t come out of it unscathed, his sparring partner, Balicus, had scored a hit across his thigh with his trident and Kalus remembered the small murmur of interest from the crowd when his blood had started to fall onto the sands. It was said scars won in the arena were one’s to wear proudly and he did.
Not that it was Balicus fault. Dressed in sparring pieces of bronze and loudly coloured cloth their bodies had become hot in the noonday sun and sweat poured from them. He remembered watching as his opponent came forward, his trident twirling in one hand, his shield held in the other covering one half of his body and the sweat defining his muscles. Kalus momentary lost himself to the thought of throwing his trident and shield away and wrestling his ludus brother to the ground, his near naked body rubbing against his opponents as they struggled and rolled in the dust. Then all he could remember was pain as his thigh was cut.
At twenty two he was two years into his service to the ludus and as of yet still untried in the tussle between men and woman. He knew others in the sleeping quarters talked about this endlessly but whenever he thought about it, thinking about one of the female slaves being at his mercy he felt nothing. Instead he concentrated on his training knowing that he wasn’t the biggest of the men there so his skill would have to be better. However no matter how hard he trained or practised at night his mind wandered to a body, covered in dust and sweat running clear trails down it as it threw itself on top of him and pinned him to the ground.
Arriving at the baths he flipped a coin to the attendant as he went in and found a seat in the steam baths, a young boy poured water onto hot coals every so often and he found himself closing his eyes in sheer pleasure as the aches and pains of the day receded. He heard various people come and go as he sat there letting the steam take away his cares and then a meaty slap on his arm caused him to open his eyes. He saw his sparring partner Balicus leaning over him and he breathed in his scent. Looking round he saw everyone else had left and he felt his heart start to thump.
Sitting down Balicus leaned over placed a meaty hand on the shoulder of the bathroom attendant. “Go get some more water for the steam, boy” the young man poured the last of the water onto the rocks and then scurried off leaving the two of them alone. Steam enveloped the men causing sweat to run down in trickles over their chests, picking out every bone and muscle on them. Kalus stared at his friend’s chest following a droplet of sweat as it made its way down into the forest of hair that surrounded his limp cock. Balicus leaned over and slapped his friend on the back, “I said what are you day dreaming about”. Shaking himself away from his thoughts he muttered “nothing” his face suddenly reddening.
“Ha” roared Balicus. “I know you look at my cock when you think I’m not looking. We are brothers in all but name. You want to look, look”. “What” stammered Kalus; his heart beating with nerves whilst his head filled with thoughts of what that cock would look like hard. “By the great balls of Apollo boy, I said if you want to look, look.” He got up from the bench he was sitting on and came to stand opposite Kalus, naked and dripping with steam and sweat. Planting his feet firmly he stood so close Kalus could breathe in his scent. His cock was level with his face and he was close enough to touch if he dared and Kalus raised his hand and then snapped it down quickly suddenly afraid, his heart beating faster and faster.
Balicus grabbed his cock with one large hand and started to slowly massage the shaft. Kalus was mesmerised as it grew bigger until it stood proud and throbbing. “It’s a good cock right? Proud and strong?” Balicus asked his friend. Kalus swallowed, “It’s certainly looks proud”. Balicus leaned forward and grabbed his friend’s hand, bringing it slowly to his member and placed it upon it. Then using his friend’s hand he started massaging it again, slowly running his friends hand up and down it. “It’s ok my friend” he said “I know you want to touch it and its ok. I want you to touch it”.
His friend removed his hand and Kalus was left touching that hard cock he had thought about for so long. He ran his fingertips along its length and marvelled at how smooth and hot it felt. Letting it rest in the palm of his hand he ran down its length, his fingertips meeting and then running over the scratchiness of Balicus hairy balls. Balicus inched closer and Kalus could feel the heat from that strong member on his face and as he breathed he got a lungful of his scent. That along with the heat mesmerised him and he started moving his hand, backwards and forwards, watching that hard member bob and jump as he moved his hand.
Without thinking Kalus leant forward and brushed his cheek with the cock in his hand. Again he felt that curios mix of soft smooth skin and hard muscle underneath that so intrigued him. Keeping his face there for a moment he felt something wet touch his cheek and he pulled back his head to stare at the head of the cock in his hands. It was wet with fluid and he wiped it with his thumb. Wondering he brought his thumb up to his mouth and licked it, tasting salt and something else, something more exciting. He started to move his hand more, eager to see if he could produce any more of that fluid.
Balicus put a hand on Kalus shoulder to steady himself and when his friend looked at him, he smiled and then spoke, “It’s ok if you want to taste it”. Kalus stared at him like he was in a daze and Balicus wondered if he had pushed it too far. Then his friend lowered his head and his hand started to move again, slowly, almost hypnotic in its rhythm. Then wi
thout warning Kalus dipped his head and covered the head of his cock with his mouth. Balicus let out a little groan of pleasure and squeezed his friends shoulder.
Kalus opened his mouth and covered the head of the cock in front of him. The taste intoxicated him and he ran his tongue around the flesh in his mouth. The taste of delicate flesh made him want more and he leant forward taking more of it into his mouth. His friend started to move away and Kalus grabbed his legs to stop him. Opening his mouth as wide as possible he dipped and swallowed as much as he could, feeling that scent in the back of his throat, then he moved backwards letting the cock fall out of his mouth. In the air, in front of him it was wet with his saliva and he grabbed it with his hand and started to manipulate it quickly, his saliva making it slippery and allowing his hand to slide over it easily and fast.
Placing his mouth back over the head of that cock he twirled his tongue around the opening at the top, tasting that fluid. He felt Balicus move his hand from his shoulder to his head and it urged him to move his mouth further down and he happily complied. He took it deep into his mouth and the hand on his head let him then pulled him back, directing his movements. Kalus found his mouth was full of the taste of his friend and went with it finally
knowing what that smooth hardness felt like in his hands, and now his mouth. He heard his friend start panting and the cock in his mouth started to throb. A feral sob erupted from his friend’s mouth and then his was full. Full of thick creamy fluid which he quickly swallowed as the cock in his mouth jumped and erupted. Twice his mouth filled up with it and twice he swallowed eager to drink everything in. Finally his friend was still and he let the cock slip from his mouth as it quickly shrivelled to a more normal size.
Looking up into his friends face, Kalus didn’t know what to say. “I don’t know why I did that” he stammered. Balicus looked at him. “We are brothers, you were unhappy and it was throwing you off your training. I saw it, the master saw it. Now perhaps you can think right and the master will put you back in the arena and you will fight better. ”. Slapping him on the arm Balicus turned away with a parting “I will see you later back at the ludus”. Now he was turned Kalus could see every muscle of his back, defined and slick with sweat and he watched as a bead of sweat rolled down that back and slipped between his buttocks. Then he was away into the baths and Kalus was left alone in the steam room. It was like his friend had not even been there, the only proof the taste in his mouth and the feelings assailing him.
His head swirled, not just from the heat but from what he had just done and he didn’t notice the boy come back carrying a bucket of cold water. It was only when he heard the splash followed by a sizzle of heat and steam as the boy laboured that he came to himself. Standing up he went into the next room which contained a pool of pure clear and ultimately freezing water and stepped in quickly. The breath went from his body and he submerged quickly to cleanse his body from the steam room. Standing up he left the pool just as quickly as he came.
Once back out on the street he felt more refreshed and was eager to complete his second task this day. His encounter in the steam baths had only served to intensify his question and as he walked to his next destination he remembered the taste of his friend and wondered if he would taste the same. Stopping momentarily he paid for a piece of fruit, an orange from one of the many street vendors and let the citrusy fruit shake the slightly bitter taste of his friend from his mouth. Refreshed he made his way to the temple of Apollo so that he could make an offering and get counsel about the future.
All too soon he came to the building and not for the first time this day he felt nervous of what was about to happen. He had given offering to Ares the god of war often, thanking him for skill in the fight and staying alive through the training. He had even given thanks to Dionysus the god of wine after a couple of very raucous parties thrown by the ludus as celebration for a spectacular win in the games. Few fighters wished to know the future though for what man wanted to know the time of his death? So Apollo was rarely prayed to and Kalus had little idea what to do. Walking up the steps of the massive columned building in front of him he took a deep breath and left the sunlit city entering instead a very different light of the sanctuary.
The temple itself was lit as if by a thousand suns. Light bounced of every wall from sources many and varied and the only darkness in that place was smoke from the incense that billowed through the air and tickled Kalus throat. A shape loomed from the darkness and Kalus took a step back before he realised it was a priest, old and blond haired, blue eyed and skin radiant like the sun. “What do you wish here gladiator” the priest asked in a gentle voice that belayed his years. A slight tremble entered Kalus voice and he swallowed trying to still it. “I wish an augury for my future”. The priest nodded slowly weighing him up “and do you have the coin for such an augury?” Kalus pulled a money pouch from his side, “I have what you ask” he said handing it over.
Without any further words the priest led Kalus into a separate room to the side. Unlike the main room of the temple this room was shrouded in darkness. The only light visible was a single candle that stood next to a bowl of water on a single long table. “Stay here and the
priest giving you your augury will come to you. You may ask three questions if you feel the need but no more”. With that the old priest left the room leaving Kalus in the shadowy darkness. He turned slowly to get a view of his surroundings but the single candle threw just enough light to see the table and a little more keeping the walls and doors in shadow so he waited standing and patient for his augury to come.
It did not take long before he felt a presence entering the sacred space. A shadow coalesced from the darkness and he saw a priest, blond and blue eyed like the sun as was common for priests of Apollo, dressed in a plain white robe come out of the darkness and into the light. In one hand he held a short knife that looked wickedly sharp whilst in the other he carried a dove that was either dead or stunned into insensibility. Moving to the table the priest placed the dove down along with the knife and then looked at Kalus for the first time. Kalus felt his face flush as the priest slowly looked him up and down, a slow almost predatory smile appearing on his face.
“My name is Algeus, you wish an augury of your future?” the young priest looked at him questioningly and Kalus nodded. “Surely” the priest went on “A man of your obvious stature need fear nothing to come?” moving round the table the priest laid a hand on Kalus shoulder as he continued and ran his fingers down his arm, “surely a man of your stature has woman and fame already so what need to know the future could be so important?” the priests warm hand on his shoulder made Kalus heart beat faster and he flushed as he said “I need to know what if I will ever bring children to our family, or if I am a lover of men only”.
Algeus walked slowly around Kalus, his hand caressing his broad muscled back as he went and moved back around the table so he could confront him. Taking the knife in one hand he raised it above the dove and pierced downwards slitting it from one end to the other. Sliding his hands into the split dove he pulled the entrails out and holding them up in the air, let them fall. Then he stared at them as if to pull the very knowledge of the universe from the innards.
Kalus, his back till tingling from the touch of the priest and his heart still beating fast watched as the priest in front of him smiled and then looked up. “The entrails are unclear” he said dipping his hands into the bowl of water to clear them. “There are other things I can try if you are willing to help” he said. Kalus nodded his throat suddenly tight as the priest moved towards him. Placing his hand on Kalus chest he said “I don’t think you will find the task too arduous” a slightly guilty smile played about his lips. “I will attempt to summon Lord Apollo into me and he can give you your augury himself”.
“What do I have to do” Kalus asked and his faced flushed red as he heard the reply. “I need a strong sensation to pull Lord Apollo down to me. I can either do this with pain or with....pleasure”. Algeus moved
close to Kalus and stroked his cheek “I do prefer pleasure myself”. Kalus was paralysed with indecision, not knowing what to do. Trembling he watched as Algeus moved in closer and put one hand against his chest. Running a finger down Kalus chest he felt the young man tremble, moving his head closer he inhaled Kalus clean scent as he did.
Slipping his hand round the small of Kalus back Algeus pulled the young man towards him until they were close enough for Algeus to breathe him in. Kalus felt a hand on his back pulling him close and then suddenly fingers were clenching in his hair pulling his head forward. His lips met those of the priest and both their bodies and lips embraced. Kalus tasted the priest and for a moment was stunned by the feeling of lip on lip. Tentatively his hands moved as if by themselves, first onto the hips of the man kissing him and then sliding round he pulled the priest closer, tight, as he explored the lips of Algeus.
Rather than pull away the priest pulled himself in even tighter and Kalus felt himself harden as something pushed at his lips. Giving in to the pressure and opening them slightly he felt the tongue of the priest enter his mouth and he was reminded of Balicus cock entering
his mouth earlier. The thought made him harder and he opened his mouth wider and played with the priests tongue with his own, stroking the tip of the tongue with his own and enjoying the sensations it produced. Algeus removed his tongue and Kalus followed with his own, suddenly in the priest’s mouth and being stroked in return. He felt harder than he had felt in a long time. His nerves all but disappeared as his body awoke to sensations he hadn’t thought possible.
He felt the priests hand release his head and move down his back, nails gently raking as they went down. Kalus felt the priest pull his lower body away slightly then moaned into the Algeus mouth as he felt the hand slip inside his loin cloth and grasp his hard cock firmly but gently. Slowly that hand started to move up and then down manipulating Kalus cock and bringing waves of pleasure to the gladiator. Removing his mouth from his partner Kalus started pulling at the priests robe trying to tear it off. Algeus removed his hand from Kalus loin cloth and raised his arms so Kalus could pull of the robe and when he did he saw that the priest was naked underneath, naked and hairless and he stared at the priest’s stiffened member, naked and hard without any hair to protect it.