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They say all roads lead to Rome. One too many if you ask me. My name is Darius. I'm a soldier assigned to the Royal Guard in Genoa. Royalty? Ah, the Caesars, if you can call them royalty. The Roman senate has had their fill with the whole lineage of Caesar, yet they inexplicably keep voting to make the Caesar a god. We all must serve Caesar in our own way - the senate believes that if they "vote" Caesar into "godhood" that he will in return leave them alone. I serve because I am one of the chosen ones - born and bred to serve Caesar, although my heart has never been quite in it. Those who aren't part of the Royal Guard are sent to serve in the general army. Those who aren't in the military are common plebes. So much for the food chain. Oh, there is one other select group in the royal service - the palace guard. Unfortunately for them, while they are strong and strapping, they are also eunuchs. Caesar was never one to face any competition for his hordes of virgins. My job, among many things, is to patrol the streets of Genoa making sure that the plebes pay proper tribute to Caesar and to keep the general peace. Until about a year ago, the Roman Empire was generally peaceful. There has been some unrest in Verona, and rumor has it that a faction calling themselves the godslayers (in deference to the god status of the Caesars) is about to make war against Rome, and their starting point has been said to be Genoa. In response to the rumors, the Royal Guard has been undergoing massive weapons training, mostly using swords, maces and battle axes, but has recently been engaged in hand to hand combat - which generally turns out to be nothing more than a wrestling match. Almost all of the soldiers I have been pitted against in training are no match for me, except for Antonius, who has matched me stroke for stroke throughout our entire training. In fact, our matches have become somewhat of a rivalry between us -- yet neither of us can seem to win a match against the other. Somehow our matches always end up in a tie. Hopefully this afternoon will be different. The high Prefect, Romulinus, has pitted us against each other in a wrestling match. I'm sure Antonius is just as confident as I am in winning the match and ending the rivalry once and for all. As an added incentive, Romulinus has stated that the loser of the match will have to serve as the winner's footslave for 24 hours, basically meaning that the loser becomes the houseboy for a day - doing all the menial chores while the winner sits back and does absolutely nothing. Come to think of it, my battle armor could use a little spit and polish. Match time. Antonius stands just a little over an inch taller then me, but I have more body weight. He's wearing that confident smirk as usual, which I have begun to love and hate at the same time. I know I can take him, but there's always that doubt simply because we've always tied in everything. As Romulinus announces the match, the cheers can be heard for miles. No one is cheering for anyone in particular more than they are for the fact that the two best warriors are about to pummel each other to a bloody pulp, not to mention that as long as we are wrestling, they all get time off from training to just sit and watch. The crowd quiets as Romulinus hold up his right hand over his head - the match begins when Romulinus drops his hand. Antonius is on me like a bull - knocking me backwards as the back of my head strikes the ground -- *flash* -- oh geeze, that hurt like hell! But I quickly recover enough to return the favor, sending Antonius sprawling face first into the dirt - lunging at him I tackle him and pin one of his arms behind his back - my body laying fully on his with his face down on the ground. His other arm is pinned beneath him, and for the moment he cannot seem to get leverage to get me off his back. Pressing my body down harder onto his, I can smell the sweet perfume of the soap he used to bathe this morning -- a rather ironic discovery since it is almost ninety degrees out and here we are rollin around in the dirt. What seems like several seconds is actually only about two, as Antonius rolls over taking me with him -- now he is lying on top of me and we are both facing the clear blue sky... I can feel his ribs expand as he takes a deep breath and then quickly flips over on top of me so that we are torso to torso on the ground. With a seemingly effortless movement, Antonius pins both of my arms to the ground over my head and at the same time wraps his legs around my ankles and squeezes them between his calves...for just a second Antonius puts his head down on my side, the one facing away from the crowd, inhales deeply, and then, as if on purpose, brushes his lips on my nipple as he raises his head. Taking advantage of the momentary lapse in judgment, I quickly twist ninety degrees to my right and Antonius' legs pry loose, as do my hands. Placing my hands on the front of his shoulders, I simultaneously push and raise my legs, sending Antonius sprawling backwards onto the ground with a hard thud. Taking advantage of the momentary pause in the match, I remove my leather vest and throw it aside, as does Antonius. Offering him a hand, which he takes, I try to pull him up but instead he pulls my hard onto him, raising his feet and placing them on my abdomen as I fall forward, and then vaulting me over him in a hard flip. Learning from the first time, I make sure to not let the back of my head hit the ground, although by the time the thought has crossed my mind Antonius is on me again fast and hard. With a thick cloud of dust surrounding us now, the crowd is on their feet cheering and yelling. We are rolling on the ground and with all the dust it's hard to see who is where. Just as I think that Antonius is about to pin me for the last time he stops moving. Our eyes lock. The dust around us is still thick and clinging in the air. Just then I realize that Antonius' leather thong has slipped to the side and as I look down I see the bulging head of his now erect phallus. Hoping that nobody sees his erection, Antonius looks pleadingly into my eyes as if to beg me not to betray his secret, and in the next second, he turns inward and pulls me on top of him in a sitting position as he turns face down into the dust and locks his arms into a pinned position. Confused yet slightly aware of what he's trying to do, I press down hard in his wrists and wrap my legs around his thighs. As the dust clears, it appears that I successfully pinned Antonius and rendered him immobile. As the Prefect Romulinus rises to get a better view, he sees that I have Antonius completely and irrevocably pinned, raises a hand, and signals a victory for me. Panting hard, and allowing his engorged member to return to some semblance of rest, Antonius looks up from the ground and mouths the word "rematch later." I smile at Antonius and whisper. "you're on." With that I stand, allowing Antonius to assume a sitting position, and I raise both fists in the air, igniting a thunderous cheer from the crowd. Antonius' phallus is now safely and discreetly tucked back into his leather thong and Antonius just sits there looking up at me with that same evil smirk on his face as when we started the match. The private rematch later will prove quite interesting I think.