Of Gods and Growth / Update 09.05 / End

[MMF]

My very first try on a muscle growth story. I really hope you like it! English is not my native language, so please be appreciative.  And if you have any adivce or correction, just dm me! 

Summary: Manly a "Spartacus" fanfiction without Spartacus or any other know character. Just men in ancient rom in pretty much less clothing, fighting, growing and more. The first chapter is with little growth, just setting the stage. 

Chapter 1

Day of decision

Sextus Barbatius Ennecus stood on his balcony on the top floor of his villa "Ludi Crescita" and looked at the training ground below him with mixed feelings. His last two gladiators were training with their instructor Narcissus. The owner of the Ludi, the gladiator school, sighed and thought about when exactly his decline had begun. More and more fights his gladiators were losing and they were dying off like flies. Of course, this was the daily routine in this kind of fights - but people wanted to be entertained. Exciting duels and an epic finale. But neither could his fighters deliver. So he could participate in fewer and fewer events, gained no money, could not buy new fighters and so the spiral went slowly but inexorably down. Socially it destroyed him as well as financially. His wife disappeared in one night with their common son. The heir who was to take over all this. But... what was it exactly?

He had already inherited the "Ludi" from his father and now wondered if he never really had his father's skills? His eye for a man's abilities may never have been as good as he had hoped.

A clearing of his throat snapped him out of his dark thoughts and the gaze of his blue eyes turned to Narcissus. The Hispania had been bequeathed to him by his father. He had been the most successful gladiator of that school in his time and then appointed to train the new fighters. Although he had not been in the arena for a long time and the ravages of time were also gnawing at him, Narcissus was always the epitome of strength. At 6’2 and well over 220lbs, he impressed every new slave and you just wanted to obey him. The sweat after his early morning workout made his tanned skin sparkle and glisten. "Magister. A word?" the instructor asked and with a slightly lowered gaze. A nod followed and while Sextus left the balcony, Narcissus entered the building. The two fighters outside sought out the shade and drank the little water that was provided.

Sexuts approached the man and although he had the money, the prestige and the power, he always felt small around his closest confidant. The "Magister" had been too much affected by the years of prosperity. Literally. A fat belly bulged outward from his tunic and his arms, as well as his double chin, wobbled slightly as he descended the stairs. "What's up?" he wanted to know, looking at the symmetrical face of Narcissus. "These two... won't survive the day, Magister." No information that was really new to the owner of the school. "That's not going to happen. It SHOULDN'T happen. Do you realize what will happen if they don't?" Sextus was in danger of losing his temper in front of his slave and reminded himself to be careful. He could not show weakness. He cleared his throat and declared, "If they lose, you are useless to me. And if you're useless to me..." he left the threat hanging, feeling incredibly idiotic himself. The Hispania was a close confidant, an advisor who always stood by him. And physically he was so much superior to him that the threat seemed almost ridiculous and desperate. Narcissus knew better, though, and just nodded. "I will remind them again of the importance, Magister." The muscleman bowed and went outside.

By the evening of that same day, it was clear. Sextus had lost everything. His last two gladiators dead. His reputation had been dragged through the mud once again. He was a laughingstock. Wife and son lost. What was left for him?

 

The prayer

The cliff where the Magister de Ludi Crescita stood went steeply down and ended in the sea, which broke several times on the rough rock formation. Despite the dim light, the waves and sharp stones were clearly visible. So this was how it was going to end for him?

In his last act of pure despair, he knelt down, folded his hands and spoke to heaven: "Gods! Give me a sign! Give me insight! Give me a reason to go on living! Give me a sign and I swear I will become your faithful servant!"

The sky did not crack. The earth did not shake. No golden light followed. It simply remained silent. But what had Sextus been thinking? Gods...

"Get up!" commanded a voice so deep that the ground almost trembled, and the authority that lay within it could not be countered. Sextus stood up as and turned around to make out the source of this male bass. What he saw made him travel his eyes wide, and almost at the same moment sink back to the ground. "A befitting stance, little human." the voice continued to speak and Sextus looked up again to take a closer look at this god. The man was around ten feet tall and of handsome build. A six-pack on an impossibly narrow waist with beautiful Apollo belt led into two thighs the circumference of which would probably correspond to the current abdominal girth of Sextus. The chest was peppered with fine hair and each of the muscles was as big as a pillow. The arms, strong and full of veins could crush anything and everything and the shoulders explained why the giant wore only a simple toga around his hips. The face.... The face was out of this world. Symmetrical. Masculine. Angular. Intimidating, yet inviting. The god's eyes rested on Sextus, sparkling an unnatural red. "Mars...god of war. You shame me with your presence." he interrupted his admiration. "I heard your prayer and offer you a bargain that is in both our interests. I have chosen a new champion," Mars announced, and it was clear to everyone that he had fucked a mortal and created a demigod. "He needs to be trained. I will send him to you, you will train him, and in a year you will send him on the journey to Alexandria. In return, your fighters will always be victorious and receive a touch of my power. Do you consent?" Who was he to bargain and haggle with a god. "But what...if he loses and dies?", Sextus mused. The giant laughed uproariously, and in the distance birds took off in fright into the night sky. "You amuse me, little man. Mind your tongue." Mars paused briefly and considered further. "You seem to lack faith. Let me prove it to you and in return, you will receive another task from me. In a year, when you let my champion go, you will build me a temple in your estate. A shrine and swear that each of your gladiators will become a follower of Mars. Declare your devotion to me. To war. To passion in battle. To bloodshed."

What did Sextus have to lose? He nodded and spoke humbly, "As you wish, Mars. God of war.“

 

The new recruit

"We have... visitors, Magister," Narcissus explained uncertainly. After yesterday's defeat, he was unsure how his lord and master would react, and then to have a visitor at the door. It was a rarity, but the master nodded with a thoughtful expression. "Invite him in and show him to the reception hall. The Hispania nodded and walked back to the large, locked main gate. In front of it stood a boy. No more than 19 years old of slight build. Clothes hung too large from narrow shoulders and a simple sack was probably all the possessions the boy carried. As instructed, Narcissus led the youth into the reception hall where his Magister was already waiting. The Hispania would never dare to say it openly, but Sextus was not a good master. Neither did he know anything about fighting, nor did he have much experience in running this school. His father had died too quickly, leading to the decline of this school. Sitting wide-legged so that there was room for his ever-expanding belly, he eyed the mismatched pair. Narcissus was twice the man this boy was. "What's your name?" asked Sextus straight out. Hesitantly, the slightly too high voice answered, "Eroticus Prisca, my lord." The look of the master continued to be uninterpretable. "And what brings you here, boy?" he continued to ask. Again hesitating and uncertain, the boy answered, "An... an inner voice, my lord. I want to fight. I want to become strong. My whole existence cries out to prove myself. I want to prove myself. Become a hero." Narcissus had to control himself not to smile. The boy had balls. You had to give him that. "Undress, boy." demanded Sextus, and with a now blushing face, Eroticus disrobed. Revealed beneath the flowing tunic was a picture of misery. The boy must have traveled long. The body was scrawny and seemed to break like a twig in the wind. He had no chest to speak of, his arms were without definition and his stomach showed the malnutrition of what must have been a long journey. The boy's privates showed a few hairs, but the penis was also of small growth and the testicles were small.

He was already preparing to escort him back outside when his master addressed him. "Narcissus. He gets one of the free chambers in the training camp. You guys train him. There's a new tournament scheduled in four weeks. I want to see him ready for action. Maybe the training and the fight will bring you honor, glory and a little chest hair. You have a year to prove yourself. Otherwise, you'll end up in the gutter."

The expression of pure incomprehension was on the teacher's face. Sextus could not be serious. Not only was he delivering this boy to the slaughter, but he was further ruining the already desolate reputation of this school. Maybe he was actually crazy? But Narcissus was too much of a slave to voice a concern aloud. He nodded and repeated, "In four weeks, the boy will be ready to fight victoriously or die honorably." Whereas the latter was more likely after all.

The Hispania had seen a lot in his 30 years. From Spain he emigrated with his father to Italy to find his fortune there. When his father died, leaving behind a 15-year-old, awkward son, Narcissus quickly went off the rails. It didn't surprise him that he was sold to this house as a slave at the age of 16. But it was the best thing that could have happened to him. His mind had a task. His body exercise. His whole existence had a purpose. In the now 22-plus years he had served the school, the man's brown eyes had seen much. Agile and nimble fighters. Technically proficient fighters. Muscle-bound war beasts. But Eroticus was something entirely new. He fought with the speed of a flying arrow and the determination of a raging torrent. Narcissus was not convinced by this action, but the longer he trained the man, the more he saw in him a fighter who could perhaps save this house. The energy that the youth displayed was unparalleled, and this despite the fact that the sun in may was already merciless. The physical transformation of the boy was also... interesting. With a speed unknown to Narcissus, the boy seemed to grow.  The thin little arms showed signs of biceps. The legs grew stronger from run to run. The belly was adorned with four bulges after only a week, thanks to training and now regular eating. Maybe, just maybe, Narcissus thought to himself, the Lord had seen more in him than anyone wanted to think.

After three weeks, Sextus ordered his confidant to his office. The Magister was busy with various traders, bookmakers and betting offices. He seemed so sure of victory. Did the lord perhaps know more than he wanted to admit? "How is he doing, Narcissus? What does your experience tell you." The Hispania thought for a moment and then spoke quietly, "I cannot tell you what my experience tells me, Lord. For I have never had such an experience." Wondering what this cryptic statement meant, Sextus prompted to continue speaking. "He is a quick learner. He understands quickly. He's good at assessing combat situations. I haven't come across his fighting style yet. He is quick, but there is such power and precision in his strikes. I would cautiously like to think he might have a good chance..." The Magister listened and continued to look at Narcissus. "So what? It sounds like you have something else to say." The slave was undecided whether to mention this at all. Sextus would see it either way, though. "Its...growth, sir. I have seen many men here. But his growth seems extraordinary." Incomprehension spread through Sextus' gaze. "His... fighting growth? Get specific, by the gods!" he commanded, and Narcissus replied, "Let me show you."

A short time later, the Hispania entered the room again with a person almost unknown to Sextus. The boy was no longer a boy. He had the youthful features of a 17 year old in his face, but the body was steeled. His shoulders were broader, his legs strong and defined, and veins ran down his arms over his small biceps. He was far from a physical competitor to Narcissus. But the progress in just three weeks was tremendous.  The six pack was defined and the breathing was still fast and excited. Eroticus had been working out and sweat glistened on his tanned skin as the scent filled the small room. His gaze continued to be directed downward. "Ah. It seems to me that you have found your purpose, Eroticus?" The boy, or rather... the young man nodded. "Yes sir. Have thanks for your trust." Sextus was surprised again. The boy's voice had deepened as well. But with the memory of that bass of his father, this was close. "You may both go." he ordered, waiting quietly until his two servants had left the office. Only then did a smile of victory steal onto the man's lips.

[Ro20316]

Man. U hitting all the right buttoms.

Ancient gods and demigods and some who got fortune by them.

I cant wait to read what will happe. To Erotium as he keeps training.

[mrnonsense76]

A good story, with detailed descriptions and a promising storyline. I can't wait to read more chapters

[MMF]

2 hours ago, Ro20316 said:

Man. U hitting all the right buttoms.

Ancient gods and demigods and some who got fortune by them.

I cant wait to read what will happe. To Erotium as he keeps training.

Glad you like it! I mean... men in loincloth, sweaty and fighting?  
And Erotium will train like hell! 

[MMF]

1 hour ago, mrnonsense76 said:

A good story, with detailed descriptions and a promising storyline. I can't wait to read more chapters

Thanks a lot!!! Hope I can keep up to the promise! 

[Hialmar]

I look forward to the continuation very much. Just a few suggestions:

• Characters younger than 18 may cause problems. 
• The title "Maestro" cause me some dissonance and associations to the wars between Guelphs and Ghibbelines, the Italian Renaissance, the Serenissima Venetian Republic and such things, too late in history. For a vocabulary in harmony with ancient Rome, I would suggest "Magister".
• Instead of the word "Spain" (suitable from the 1480s on), the Latin word "Hispania" (or "Lusitania" if locations corresponding to present-day Extremadura and Salamanca are intended) would increase the ancient Roman flavour of the story. The modern border between Spain and Portugal didn't exist in Roman times.
• "Narciso" sounds like a Romance name in modern times, but I don't know enough about Italian, Spanish, Portuguese and Romansh. They would probably have said "Narcissus" in ancient Rome. 
• "Erotium" sounds like a name of a hypothetical place, rather than a person ("Latium", "Noricum" and  "Actium" follow that pattern). Have you considered "Eroticus" or something along those lines? Ancient Romans habitually latinized Greek names: Apollon = Apollo, Herakles = Hercules, Hippolytos = Hippolytus. Erotikos = Eroticus would follow that pattern.

Good luck with the story.

Edited August 24, 2022 by Hialmar
border, Greek names latinized

[MMF]

17 hours ago, Hialmar said:

I look forward to the continuation very much. Just a few suggestions:

• Characters younger than 18 may cause problems. 
• The title "Maestro" cause me some dissonance and associations to the wars between Guelphs and Ghibbelines, the Italian Renaissance, the Serenissima Venetian Republic and such things, too late in history. For a vocabulary in harmony with ancient Rome, I would suggest "Magister".
• Instead of the word "Spain" (suitable from the 1480s on), the Latin word "Hispania" (or "Lusitania" if locations corresponding to present-day Extremadura and Salamanca are intended) would increase the ancient Roman flavour of the story. The modern border between Spain and Portugal didn't exist in Roman times.
• "Narciso" sounds like a Romance name in modern times, but I don't know enough about Italian, Spanish, Portuguese and Romansh. They would probably have said "Narcissus" in ancient Rome. 
• "Erotium" sounds like a name of a hypothetical place, rather than a person ("Latium", "Noricum" and  "Actium" follow that pattern). Have you considered "Eroticus" or something along those lines? Ancient Romans habitually latinized Greek names: Apollon = Apollo, Herakles = Hercules, Hippolytos = Hippolytus. Erotikos = Eroticus would follow that pattern.

Good luck with the story.

Thank you very much for taking the time and giving me such a great feedback. 

• About the age: Figured that already out and let some more time pass. But in Germany, where I live, you're considered adult by turning 18. 
• The "Magister" wording is perfect! Thank you! Changed that in my upcoming chapter and also "Hispania." 
• About the names I'm really thankful! XD Now they sound a little bit more roman!

Thanks again for your help!!!! 

[Hialmar]

Thank you for receiving my input in such a graceful manner. I was worried, that my attempt to help could be interpreted as impertinence. The latter was not my intention. I'm very happy, that you write a story in a classical setting. Have you watched the TV series "Rome"? If not, I guess, that you would enjoy it. Better than any TV or film produces in the past, it capture ancient Roman culture.

I left out your use of the cognomen "Prisca" in my first answer to your chapter. Though it, technically, is a feminine name, masculine cognomina ending with an -a aren't unheard of in ancient Rome. "Sulla" is probably the best example of that. If you prefer to use a masculine declination, you could call him "Priscus" instead, but you might have good plot-reasons for using "Prisca", and I don't want to interfere unasked.

When you invent more characters for next chapter, you might find this article useful:

https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Römischer_Name

Or, for English-speaking users:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roman_naming_conventions

Since religion and the supernatural are part of the story's plot, this article might inspire you further, not to mention how certain processions, ritual oven cleansings, city block sacrifices, and religious horse races affected daily life in Rome:

https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liste_der_Feste_und_Feiertage_im_Römischen_Reich

I'll admit, that I am very impressed by the work of German academics in the last two centuries in the fields of classics studies, classical Latin and classical Greek. German scholars speak better classical Greek than people in modern Greece do, because the latter very often mix modern Greek and ancient Greek. In 2600 years, a lot of things happen to a language.

[MMF]

Chapter 2

A bright future

That night was a celebration. Granted... it was a small celebration. Sextus drank wine for himself and looked forward to the rosy future that lay ahead. The battle, which was only a few hours ago, was phenomenal. Eroticus, having overcome the initial excitement and nervousness, had only played with his opponent. At no point did his opponent gain the upper hand or manage to catch the gladiator off guard. The speed and strength that the boy combined within himself was unseen. Many of the other fighters could handle fast opponents. The others had no trouble with brute strength. But this, almost unholy combination, no one could oppose. So the newly crowned gladiator "played" with his opponent and gave not only a fantastic show, but also an epic finale. The crowd cheered, applauded and was almost ecstatic. Sextus looked at the many bags that lay on his desk. All filled with gold. Of course, he had bet on Eroticus in advance from many middlemen. Admittedly, his last money. But he trusted in the abilities of the god Mars and his offspring. He believed. This boy was a goldmine. And with more time... what kind of fighter would he become?

On the other side of the estate, in the cells and the cellar vault for the gladiators, Narcissus and Eroticus sat together and celebrated with beer and mead. A Germanic brew of treacherous sweetness. The few wounds Eroticus had sustained had been tended to and seemed to be healing well. Narcissus looked at the man in front of him, who had not undergone any great physical change in the last week - but there was no sign of the boy of four weeks ago. "You fought well. Just as the Lord wishes," Narcissus praised the boy again. He had to be careful. Too much praise and it could quickly go to a warrior's head and make him arrogant. Arrogance killed as many men as the sword. A broad smile appeared on the young man's lips. "Have thanks, teacher. It is only thanks to your help that I was able to prove myself today." Narcissus nodded appreciatively, even if he couldn't quite claim the praise. The Hispania eyed his counterpart and had to enviously acknowledge that his youthful body was taking the training well. Muscle after muscle seemed to be growing and thriving. Eroticus's voice had once again deepened and the first hairs appeared on his chest. The loincloth also seemed fuller and fuller. As the gladiators washed together, Naricso could not quite hide his envy here either. The boy's privates had also begun to grow. Euphoric from the victory and the safe receipt of the Ludi, he drank his beer empty and thought about what kind of fighter he would become...

 

3 short months later

I had changed a lot. Bustling activity began before sunrise, which was very early in August. Due to the many and entertaining victories of the young Eroticus, the school flourished and grew to its old size. Sextus could afford more employees again. Society accepted him again and parties were often held at the estate. Everyone wanted to have a look at the boy wonder. No one could be blamed, either. The lanky boy who knocked on the door that day was forgotten. In the glow of the midday sun, the inner image of a man stood in the square. Eroticus grew in all directions. His height was now almost equal to that of the Hispania. Standing at 6’2 tall and with muscles of unimaginable aesthetics. Broad shoulders that ended in strong arms. Large biceps whose thick veins pumped blood and power. A hairy, broad chest with small scars and dark nipples sat on what had become an 8-pack. The legs were tree stumps of muscle and while the neck grew thicker and wider, the youthful face remained. Now almost 18 years old, the youth had become a man. Narcissus had to think again and again of various evenings when he saw the man naked. The penis and testicles seemed to be bigger with every fight, with every training, with every day. The seat of his power perhaps? The teacher's envious feeling pursued, however, as he himself put on his tunic for the day. He didn't know what it was. But despite his age, Eroticus's example also seemed to motivate his body to do more. The tunic was shorter than usual. It was a little tighter at the shoulders and around the chest, but looser around the stomach. His strength did not seem to diminish a little with each passing day. On the contrary. He felt more and more energetic, vital and young.

When he stepped out onto the training ground, his students followed shortly after. Three more gladiators had joined them in the meantime. Young, promising men who trained together with Eroticus and Narcissus and seemed to grow as much as the two of them. Sextus watched the spectacle again from his balcony, and indeed he was the only one who felt negative emotions. While his house was growing and socially recognized again and the victories were piling up, he eyed Eroticus. Four months were up. Eight remained, and then he had to let him go. But what then? Would his winning streak continue? Would he continue to be victorious? A blasphemous thought appeared in the back of his mind. Too small at the moment to speak aloud. Thoughtfully, he stroked his belly and again the negative feelings resurfaced. While his gladiators grew stronger, more athletic and... prettier with each passing day, so did he, gaining every pound. His tunic was also tightening, but only around his stomach. He sighed, trying to acknowledge that he was the steward, not the warrior. One last, envious glance at the steeled bodies whose sweat glistened in the sun and whose appearance exuded potency, power and virility.

 

The Returned One

"Magister...your son!" announced Narcissus upset, as he entered his master's office. The latter was currently (or still) eating. As quickly as the big man could, he heaved himself to his feet and hurried to the gate. "What... why?" he asked, panting on the way, and while the master was too busy with these questions, Narcissus could observe the gladiators present. A smirk settled on various lips as the fat man tried to get to the gate as quickly as possible. The Hispania could not blame them. The contrast was just too great. While the Magister meanwhile weighed in at around 330lbs, all the other men were more like 240lbs. But all pure muscle power. They were now a total of seven gladiators and Sextus school was increasingly in demand. With the money from all the victories he could buy more and more employees and slaves. He could get more training material. It was like in the old days.

Maybe that was why the son had returned home. In front of the gate stood Tiberius Sparax Ennecus. Firstborn of Sextus. He was already 21 years old and would eventually take over the school. But as things went further and further downhill, he and his mother fled while they could. The woman had arranged a marriage so that her son would be married into a wealthy family. Normally the father's job, but she posed as a widow. But now the son was before him again. Tiberius, like his father, had a large belly and a rather roundish appearance, nevertheless he looked handsome and youthful. "Father...", the latter only began to speak and immediately he was embraced by his father. Narcissus was unsure if it was out of sentimentality or out of the certainty that his school would endure....

"...and that's why I'm here, after hearing all these glorious praises of your school," Tiberius then finished and looked at his father, waiting. The two had retired to a private room and Sextus wanted to know more, "So you were married off and now you're here to take up your inheritance? You sound like a vulture to me, son." he informed him bluntly. "Father. If I were a vulture, I would wait until your next bite killed you. But I am here and I want to learn from you. I want to get to know this school TOGETHER with you." His son's gaze then turned downward and he admitted, "Father... My wife… We can't have children. For that reason, we are both... useless. If I had stayed there, we would have been met with ridicule and grief. Mother...", immediately Sextus raised his hand. "... I don't want or need to know that.".

Tiberius reached for his wine again and immediately there was a fire in his gaze: "May... I see him?" The Magister didn't have to think long about who or what he meant and nodded. He gave an order to a servant and a short time later there stood Eroticus. The man whose story was already legend. The son could only take in the apparition appreciatively. He heard stories of this lanky boy, who was now considered the personified power. Now grown to 6’5, only the still youthful but very angular face betrayed that this was an 19 year old man. Although Tiberius was only two years older, they could not be different. The gladiator consisted only of muscles, strength and virility. His neck, wider than his head, ended in a bull neck, while his two huge pecs still heaved. He was dirty. He was covered in sweat. He was never more manly. The 8-pack was of such depth that you could have hidden entire coins and while the arms hung quietly to the side, they radiated such power. Meanwhile, the old circumference of his waist was that of his arms. Covered with veins, scars and hair. His legs, grown so muscular that he had to stand wide-legged, kept straining to support Adonis' upper weight. The son also cast a furtive glance at the loincloth. Through the thick legs, the entire privates were pressed forward and believed the stories and rumors...

"How much does the bull weigh?", Tiberius wanted to know and Sextus looked questioningly at Narcissus, who entered the room shortly after the chosen one. "245lbs of pure manhood, dear son Ennecus," the Hispania gave the information. The gentleman had purchased a commercial scale from the market to monitor the progress of his muscle bulls, as he called them. Also, more food was served here than in other schools. "Remarkable." breathed Tiberius, sinking into the man's body. Only then did his eyes slide to the Hispania and he had to look twice as well. He knew his father's confidant from a young age but... Something was going on here. Narcissus had also grown. He wasn't as tall as Eroticus, but he made up for it in muscle. He was a little wider, a little beefier than the fighter. But not by much.

Tiberius was again very sure that coming here was the right decision.

 

Alone at home

"Really, father. I don't mind. Go and forge new alliances. I'll continue to settle in for now." were Tiberius' clear words. After he arrived yesterday, it was simply too short notice to bring him along for the planned event. He had to be introduced to society first. One did not show up just like that. Besides, there were too many unanswered questions. What would they have to say about the mother? What were the circumstances. It had to be chosen carefully. Sextus therefore nodded and explained, "I welcome your understanding. I will see you as soon as I return. But do not wait for me." were the words before the carriage left the estate. The son waved a moment longer, but then went inside the house and intercepted the first employee he could find. "Wash and bring Eroticus to my room. Not a word to anyone. You understand." Of course she understood. She understood immediately and she was jealous. Everyone wanted a piece of this beefcake.

An hour later, Eroticus entered the young gentleman's room. The latter was sitting on an ottoman and after the doors were closed, he eyed the muscleman. In the meantime, the handsome young face was adorned with a full beard that was getting thicker and longer, and his chest, legs and belly were also getting hairier. "You called for me, sir?", Eroticus tried to break the silence and bring the man's eyes to his face. "Yes, Eroticus. How do you like it here?" he wanted to know. "Good, master. The training is exhausting, but the rewards in the arena satisfy my existence at the highest level." A smile stole onto Tiberius' lips. "Speaking of satisfaction. What about sex?" he asked straight out, causing the gladiator's head to turn up red. "I... don't understand...", Tiberius raised his hand and explained, "You must be having an irrepressible amount of sex in the cells. After so much Europhia of fighting. It's got to come out." A slow shake of the head was the only response. "Forgive me sir, for disappointing you. But no." - "But don't you miss it?" Again the head was red high and now Eroticus admitted, "Forgive me Lord. But... I've never had..." A shy giant. Interesting, thought Tiberius and ordered, "Undress. Then we'll change that and show you the delights of Venus." Hesitantly, Eroticus now began to undo his loincloth, speaking as he did so, "Please do not be frightened. I see the looks of others and must apologize for my appearance.", with which the piece of linen fell and Tiberius saw the largest penis in his life.  It hung long and with those gigantic testicles he seriously wondered how it all fit into that tiny cloth. Misreading the look, Tiberius placed a hand on his crotch. "Forgive me if I offend you." But Tiberius only shook his head and walked toward the man. "You, my great one, are perfect. And after all you have brought to my father, I consider it my duty to say thank you."

With that, the young gentleman's mouth wrapped around one of the muscle bull's nipples and began to suck on it lightly. In record time, Tiberius could feel Eroticus's hard cock growing ever upward and grazing his arm. A deep moan came from the demigod's throat and when Tiberius tried to put his hand around the penis, his eyes widened. His hands were large, but his thumb could not touch his index finger. A glance down confirmed that it was no illusion. The cock was of incredible hardness, while thick veins provided power and blood here as well. There were easily 10 inches there in his hand. The young gentleman could no longer control himself and immediately knelt down. Before him now stood the monster of flesh and blood. With a brief hesitation as to whether he could enclose everything, his mouth first wrapped around the tip. The sound of Eroticus's arousal made the floor vibrate and Tiberius' tunic also became uncomfortably tight in his crotch. It was not the first cock that the son worked. One reason, perhaps, why his marriage wasn't working out. He was into this. Muscle. Sweat. Cocks. The bigger, the better. And he never thought it would be here one day, that he would find the man of his dreams.

After what felt like an eternity, and when he realized that Eroticus was already close, he let go and pointed to his bed. "Kneel down. I will now show you true pleasures!" Like a well-behaved gladiator, he moved towards the bed and while Tiberius himself stripped off his clothes, he could look at the bull's trained back. It was a running V. The width of the back was in stark contrast with the man's waist and the ass... What an ass. It was full and wiggled slightly as Eroticus ran. "Kneel down and don't you dare turn around." The obese Tiberius, whose body embarrassed him compared to the younger bull, positioned himself behind him. His cock itself was not to be sneezed at and of 6.5 inches length yet he was worried if it would be sufficient to even reach the hole. This ass seemed so prominent and gigantic. "It will hurt for a moment, but go for it." With that, he slowly inserted his cock with his hand, and at first the bull moaned in such a deep bass that Tiberius worried he was about to cum. After a few seconds of motionless silence, he penetrated further. The deep moans grew louder and only when he got the order, Eroticus pressed his face into a pillow. It only muffled to a certain extent.

How long Tiberius fucked the muscleman, he could not say. In any case, meanwhile, the bull came twice and a small puddle was already forming at his feet due to the large volume. "And the more you grow. The more you win, the more often I will fuck you, cop. Do you understand?" asked Tiberius dominantly, while Eroticus gasped, "Yes... Lord." That was enough for Tiberius to climax as well and come moaning loudly.

 

One year later

Much had changed in that one year for Sextus, Tiberius, Narcissus and Eroticus. The Ludi received more and more attention. There was more and more money. More servants. More gladiators. More muscles. The four men of the first hour had changed a lot, thanks to the influence of Mars.

Eroticus was the best example. He grew and grew and grew. His growth seemed unstoppable. He had now broken through the limit of 6’5 and according to the latest measurements it was 6’7 foot that the mountain of muscle now stood upright. His muscle mass, measurable thanks to the scales of the market, had developed to 341 lbs and although one might think that it limited him, he did not lose any of his speed. Now 19 years old, he was the colossus of Ludi Crescita. He was the object of jubilation, desire and sex.

Sex especially from and with Tiberius. The young heir took a liking to his muscle bull and the bull himself also took a liking to the nightly physical exercise. Perhaps that is why he grew so inexorably in all directions. Tiberius himself, however, could not deny the effect of the demigod. If he was still a rotund boy when he arrived, he was now a trained man. No comparison to his love toy, but considerable. He had also grown upwards and at 6’4 was now taller than his father. The fat was gone and swapped for a six pack. The arms were defined. The face angular. His dick, Tiberius believed, had grown as well. But who could be sure of that when he had the destroyer of Eroticus in his hand. With now well over 12 inches of pulsating, veiny power and testicles as big as clenched fists, everyone felt small.

Small felt especially Sextus. The owner always had to acknowledge with envy that all the men around him were shooting up. Only not him. He stayed at his 5’9 and grew forward. And to the side. More and more pounds lay on the already voluminous body of the man and his clothes had to be made further at regular intervals. With more than 350lbs, the Magister strolled but also almost only in his ottoman or was on festival visits. Where there was food. A lot of food. He left the management and supervision of the training to Narcissus.

He in turn had the physical authority to keep the gladiators in check. He also enjoyed the divine radiance of Eroticus and his body was now also 6’6 high and with 310 lbs he already belonged to the upper league of fighters. The new recruits also grew and prospered in the glow of the demigod. The house had come to old glory and also many of the female nobles, came more often to visit. The chance to see the mountains of muscles in the bright sun with sweaty torsos was enough for eroticism.

Thoughtfully, Sextus lay on his ottoman eating his third breakfast when Narcissus entered the room. One look told the gentleman that he would soon have to trouble the tailor again. The Hispania lacked the divine elegance which is why his gait began to waddle. One thigh had to move around the other. Narcissus would be much too slow in an arena. But those days were over. With a brief clearing of his throat, the dark-skinned man then began, "Magister. Eroticus wishes to speak with you. He... wants to go. A voice tells him who must draw." Just as Mars had said. But... Sextus was sure what he wanted to do. But his head had to realize that he was rebelling against a god. Letting Eroticus go, however, was impossible for him. He had to come up with something and declared, "I'll talk to him tonight. Right now I'm busy." With that, the slave departed again, leaving Sextus alone with his plan.

Then, that same evening, Eroticus entered the man's office. Bathed in sweat, a divine and masculine presence filled the room. Only the youthful face, hidden behind a thick full beard, testified to the man's 19 years of age. "I wanted to see me, sir?" asked Eroticus, and again it felt as if the entire room was shaking. No one could get a voice that low - unless the father was Mars.

"You're fucking my son," Sextus stated calmly and could see the blush of shame on the man's face. The two men thought they were being careful. Quietly. But nothing escaped the master of this house. And maybe - just maybe, there was a hint of envy and jealousy. Eroticus didn't seem to know what to answer, so Sextus kept talking. "While I can't blame him, he is not of your standing. If the others catch on to this...where is my authority." He paused briefly, then continued threateningly, "Eroticus. I took you in. I gave you food. A task. I gave you this body. And this is how you thank me?" The giant wanted to intervene, but the Magister immediately blocked, "I know you want to leave. But you have betrayed my trust. I cannot and will not let you go. Not until you know your place and learn what decency and loyalty mean. Get out of my sight." Eroticus clenched his hands into fists Sextus saw and briefly fear sprouted in him as well. But the man only nodded and disappeared into the catacombs of the gladiators.

 

On Olympus

Such a furious cry raged across Olympus that it was perceived by mortals as rumbling thunder. Mars hurled his sword at pillars and was caught in a frenzy. The fat mortal had kept no part of his bargain. No temple. No Mars worshippers. No Eroticus. And the gods were seen as unfair. The hatred in his gaze could only be appeased by the total annihilation of the Ludi, and even as he was about to descend to earth, a feminine hand wrapped around his waist and then his chest. Light kisses on his neck calmed him again and he could think so clearly that he knew who was behind him. Venus. The goddess of love. His affair. "Beloved...what brings you to such attractive frenzy?" the goddess purred, circling him. As always, Venus wore nothing on her body, and as her fingers slowly stroked the war god's abs, he replied, "You know very well. You see what I see." A smile settled on the woman's lips and she continued speaking, "But you do not see what I see. You want to destroy where all is not yet lost..." Mars knew this tone. Venus might be the goddess of love, but she could be just as cold-hearted and devious as the god of war. For in the end, the two were united by a single elemental: passion. "What don't I see, dearest?" asked Mars and immediately got the answer. "Sex. As is so often the case. Let me play with the mortals a little, as they played with you, and I promise you Sextus will beg to let your son draw." Unsure of what this woman's revenge might mean, he wanted to know, "What are you up to and why are you helping me?". The woman stood slightly on her toes and kissed Mars passionately. "I can't stand to see my favorite god suffer and what am I up to? Let me surprise you." With a rush of waves and the scent of sea, the goddess disappeared from Olympus.

It was late at night. The training areas lay quietly and in the catacombs of the gladiators one or the other could hear snoring. Venus walked in her divine appearance through the underground cellar vault and eyed the muscular flesh. Her mere presence was enough to make one or the other already hard and, along their way, more and more cocks stood up. "Oh boys... don't," the goddess purred, walking up to a new recruit. His name was Peniculus and his role immense. He was now the champion of Venus. His example should teach the people not to mess with the most powerful family all over Rome. In front of the sleeping man, Venus transformed and now took the form of a young man. As in her female appearance, this form was also of unspeakable beauty. No words could describe what slowly lay beside the bed of straw of Peniculus. The hand stroked the incipient washboard stomach of the man who had only been at Ludi Crescita a short time. The effect of Mars through his son was clearly felt in him. This had to get out and newness fill him. Love. Passion. Fingers lightly probed under the blanket and the already half-hard cock responded immediately. In record time, a magnificent 5.5 inches stood upright and the male Venus slowly put his lips around the glans. The tongue caressed the tip and the hand slowly began to advance towards the testicles and the man's ass. A moan escaped the young man and as the first finger penetrated, Venus could feel him about to come. Quietly lingering to enjoy the fun, she gave the man time to get used to it. Then he took the whole cock in his mouth again and penetrated the sleeping man's anus with two more fingers. There was strong tremor as the man asleep squirted his warm cum into Venus' waiting mouth. The latter took it all in and withdrew the power of Mars and Eroticus from the gladiator. The now empty vessel was ready for new divinity and so Venus positioned himself with his cock at the anus of the sleeping man. With tender force, the male version of the goddess of love penetrated the young man and a short time later, Venus also came and flooded the man with the gifts of a god. The belly bulged slightly due to the volume of cum, but that should be forgotten in the morning.

Venus transformed back as she entered the courtyard and a mischievous smile graced her lips. She had many children with Mars. Gods. And now he was fucking some mortal? For what? Jealousy drove the goddess to ensure that Eroticus would become completely useless to Mars. Once again the sea was heard roaring as the goddess disappeared.

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Ohhhh plot twist but im confident that Sextus' son will be the one fullfilling the promise. He has recieved Eroticus' gift and will worship him as well as mars.

Venus has her own agenda. I cant wait to read more