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So went the rest of the day - it seemed that Antonius was preoccupied with other things besides training. He wasn't up to his usual par, I will say that. Subsequently, news came from courier that the god slayers were on the move from Verona toward Genoa and were expected to arrive within 2 days time - training was stepped up, and later that night, we were all released from training to get some food and rest. After an icy shower I grabbed some food and was heading over to the sleeping quarters when Antonius signaled me from the corner of the Weapons Storehouse and then disappeared into the shadows of the walkway between the storehouse and the Prefect's quarters.

I followed him between the buildings and eventually, after what seemed like a long, twisting pursuit, we ended up at the entrance of one of the many storage bunkers that lined the rear flank of Genoa's walls. Following Antonius in, I noticed that the bunker was pitch black inside - hell, I couldn't even see Antonius slip around behind me, but when the door slammed shut, I knew something was up. The bunkers were made of four consecutive layers of brick on each wall, so nothing was getting in or out - not even light or air. It was then I heard the familiar sound of a plank being slipped into place on across the door jamb, and I knew Antonius had locked us into the bunker. Nobody could get in if they wanted to.

Without warning, Antonius grabbed me from behind, twisting one of my arms behind my back and pressing his torso against it, and with his other arm he reached around and grabbed my testicles and squeezed them tight - not enough to cause pain, but tight enough that I knew better than to try to struggle. Antonius pressed his lips to my ear and whispered, "rematch." I grabbed his arm with my free hand and tried to pry his hand off my testicles, but his hand didn't budge. The next thing I knew I was hitting the floor on my back with an audible thud and Antonius was on me like lightning - pinning my hands to the floor above my head. He had my arms fully stretched over my head - I couldn't budge him.

"We have approximately one hour of air in here before we suffocate, "Antonius said. "You either submit or we both die." I felt the blood rush to my face - this wasn't a rematch, it was retaliation, and I wasn't about to submit like a good little boy. I brought my knee up swiftly and caught Antonius in the crotch and he immediately rolled off of me with a loud moan -- I could tell the shot to the groin hit pay dirt. "What the hell are you talking about Antonius? What is this all about?" I queried into the darkness. "It's about being humiliated in front of everyone this afternoon - and now it's time to pay."

With that Antonius caught me from the front and once again had me pinned to the ground immobile, only this time he had his legs entwined around mine to prevent another groin shot. "You only won because I let you. If Romulinus or any of the other men had seen my erection, I would have been branded an outcast and sent out into the wilderness to die." I was stunned. It's not uncommon for men to get erections while wrestling, so why was Antonius' any different I wondered? I laid there with Antonius' body on top of mine, trying to understand - trying to comprehend what Antonius was babbling about. Just then, I noticed a stirring in my leather thong -- my phallus was coming to life - growing. Antonius must have noticed too because he pressed his own engorged phallus hard into mine. His mouth went to my neck and he began to gently kiss and lick at my neck, then sucked down hard on my neck as he released my hands. I was even more stunned to notice that even though Antonius had released my hands, I didn't move my arms -- I just laid there with my arms outstretched over my head, and closed my eyes. In the murky darkness, I felt Antonius' hands pull at my leather thong, releasing my manhood into the thick air of the bunker. I felt the sift strokes of his fingertips run along both sides of my phallus, which in turn twitched and grew even harder under his electrifying touch. I felt Antonius' mouth and tongue start to explore my chest and gently flick over my now hard nipples...his tongue swirling in the sparse hair between my pecs.

This was crazy - Antonius is another man! Yet I couldn't move. Lower and lower his mouth and tongue proceeded. Finally I felt his hot breath on the head of my phallus and my body shuddered with anticipation. Instead, I felt Antonius' tongue trail down the edge of my crotch where the leg and torso meet, circling under my testicles, and then Antonius raised my legs, forcing my knees into my shoulders. I felt his hot breath on the underside of my scrotum - this was agony. Then I felt a gentle wetness slowly start encircling my anus, flicking lightly at the rim around my hole...I'd never felt anything like it before -- my phallus was now dripping streams of thick hot prefluid which ran down my shaft in rivulets at this point.

For a second, Antonius stopped what he was doing and whispered, "submit" - and then buried his tongue dep into the hole of my ass - my breath left me – my eyes rolled back in my head as my whole body rocked from the most electrifying sensation I had ever felt, and almost simultaneously, my phallus started spewing forth thick hot strands of sperm -- it felt like a cannon going off over and over - the spurts were so powerful that I felt some of them land on my forehead, my face, and even in my mouth.

As I closed my mouth and tasted the bitter saltiness of my own seed, another shockwave racked my body and again I was shooting my sperm all over my stomach and chest and face... Now I understood why Antonius had "threw" the match this afternoon, and now I understood why he was so afraid of being "found out." I must have passed out, because when I came to, I was in my own bedchamber. As I blinked and looked around, I noticed another guard named Halaticus looking at me and grinning. Though disoriented, I immediately remembered what had happen with Antonius and sheer terror washed over me.

I asked Halaticus what he was staring at, and he simply replied, "I never thought I would see you passed out from drinking so much before Darius. Antonius carried you in here and out you to bed -- said you had a wee bit too much of the vine and simply passed out. Celebrating your victory today I guess huh? Well good for you! " And with that, Halaticus turned over and went to sleep. Well, one thing is for sure, there was a half empty wineskin sitting next to the edge of my bed, and I smelled like alcohol. I trust Antonius will have a lot of explaining to do next time I see him. As for me, I was too tired to go find him to get one at the moment. Besides, the god slayers are on their way, and training starts early in the morning.