Anal Gladiators

Anal Gladiators
American Gladiators humorfic collaboration
Irxsk & Eso

Chapter 1: Opening Credits

Evan stepped into the studio. It was dark, but unusually warm. Evan was confused, he checked the date on his phone. The producers had told him to be in the studio Saturday morning for the filming of his first Gladiator match. The small screen on the back of Evan phone lit, display the date. It was Friday. Evan turned to leave. There was a booming voice from behind him.
“Where do you think you’re going, brother?”
“I was…” Evan was cut off as the studio lights came on, blinding him.
“You’re not goin’ anywhere. Once you’ve challenged the gladiators, you’ve gotta finish the fight!” As Evan’s eyes adjusted to the light, he saw the source of the voice, Hulk Hogan, standing in front of several bulky figures. Evan recognized them almost immediately. Titan, Toa, and Wolf, three of the male gladiators, stood silhouetted behind Hogan. There was something different about them, but Evan couldn’t tell what. The gladiator arena lit up as the studio lights came to life. That was when Evan finally noticed the difference.
“Welcome, brother, to Anal Gladiators!” The gladiators’ outfits were crotchless.

Chapter 2: The Wall.

Evan backed away from the fire exit, and sighed. Locked and chained, just like the others. He looked toward the open locker with the red spandex outfit inside. There really was only one way out of this. He’d have to compete. Evan slid into the uncomfortable costume. It took some time to work out what hole went where, but eventually, he got it on. It was a simple, one-piece outfit that resembled a jumpsuit with short sleeves and legs, and, of course, a long hole running from just under the navel to the small of his back. Evan’s sizeable cock dangled freely between his legs. He exited the locker room, leaving behind its musty odor for the warm air of the arena.
He looked toward the large Styrofoam-covered wall in the center of Gladiator Arena. Evan had been looking forward to the event; being a rock climber, he thought he would have an advantage. He saw now that the event would be very different than what he had expected. The usual hand and foot holds had been replaced with dildos of varying size and color. Evan looked around the base of the wall, his competitor had not arrived yet. He waited by the foot of the wall while two men fastened the safety harness around his waist. Behind him, Wolf was getting similarly prepared.
“Where’s my competition?” Evan asked, finally.
“Behind you, brother.” Hogan replied. He had been joined by Laila Ali, his co-host. She explained further.
“In Anal Gladiators, there is no competition, it’s just you versus the arena, and of course, the Gladiators.” The studio came alive with a burst of applause. Evan stared in shock at the stadium seats, filled almost to capacity with people. Evan could not see their faces, the seats were in darkness. At his cue, Wolf stepped forward, taking a firm grip on Evan’s exposed cock.
“I smell a meal boy, and I hope this doesn’t turn out to be just a snack!” The audience went wild. The two crew members positioned Evan at the base of the wall, and retreated from the view of the crowd as the referee stepped up to the center of the starting area.
“Contender ready!” He shouted. Evan grunted in reserved agreement. He wasn’t quite sure if he was ready for what was about to happen.
“Gladiator ready!” Wolf replied with an ear-splitting howl. The referee stepped back and blew into his whistle. Evan’s instincts kicked in, and he leapt toward the wall. His hand clenched around a black rubber dong, about 9 inches long. He placed one foot on a dark blue buttplug and lifted himself upward. Within seconds, he was five feet off the ground.
“He’s really putting that ten second head start to good use.” Hogan announced to the crowd. “Evan is handling those dildos like a pro.”
“He makes me look like a novice!” Laila chimed in, to much applause. The referee blew the second whistle, signaling Wolf to begin his climb. The gladiator leapt up the wall, grabbing onto a purple double-header six feet up. He rapidly closed in on Evan, who was already well over twenty feet in the air.
“He’s good Hulk, but I don’t know if he’s good enough.” Laila began.
“We’ll see, Laila, Wolf is fast as an orangutan in a banana factory.” Evan was within reach of the top edge when he felt Wolf’s hand close around his ankle. He looked down, panicked, into the eyes of the predator.
“You’re goin’ down, boy.” Wolf snarled at him. Evan gathered his resolve and kicked downward, catching the side of Wolf’s jaw with his foot. The gladiator fell, spiraling toward the water below. Undeterred, Evan took the last few feet safely, eventually pulling himself onto the narrow ledge above the wall.
“Amazing!” Hulk shouted into the microphone, “Evan has made it to the top of the wall, gaining the full ten points for this event!” The audience reaction was an even combination of cheers and boos. “Let’s see if he can carry his lead through to the next round, right after a short break!”

Chapter Three: Earthquake

Evan breathed a sigh of relief, he had made it through the first event, and he even managed to score all ten points. He did still think it was a bit strange that he was competing with his genitals hanging out, after all the producers told him it was a family show, but they were also the same producers that had told him the wrong date, and got the show’s name wrong. Evan was getting the feeling the producers didn’t have a clue what they were talking about and decided, TV time and money were still just as enticing even if he was mostly naked.
Hogan interrupted his thoughts, “Next up we’ve got a really exciting event Laila.”
“That’s right Hulk, it’s one of my favorites, I’ve always been a bit of a pro at Earthquake myself.” The two stopped to laugh uproariously at Laila’s comment.
“You know that’s right, brother!”
Evan looked at the two suspiciously before Hulk clapped his hand down hard on his shoulder.
“Well brother, you better get up on that platform, Laila and I will explain the rules to the audience, and you can pick up on it from there!”
Evan grimaced at the throbbing in his shoulder, but reluctantly climbed up on the suspended platform.
“Alright, in Earthquake it’s a contest of mind over matter and self-control, the contestant and the gladiator please each other orally until someone cums!” Laila began, Evan’s jaw dropped and a look of horror washed over his youthful face. “Winning is easy, make you’re opponent cum before you do, Evan I’m sure you’re looking forward to a perfect score, so give it your all!”
“I’m just as excited as a Chimpanzee with a bunch of bananas!”
“Well Hulk that’s quite a bunch you have yourself!” Laila and Hulk again laughed uproariously as Evan groaned to himself.
Toa entered from the sides of the arena, and hauled himself onto the platform, the Samoan’s huge dick dangling before Evan’s apprehensive eyes. “You sure got a pretty mouth boy, for a howlie, I tink I’m gonna enjoy dis! You sure look like one hell of an Ai Poki to me”
“One hell of a what?” Evan asked
“It means cock-sucker!” Toa grinned as the audience cheered in approval. “Just try not to cum to fast ok? I like to give the audience a nice show.”
“Don’t worry it won’t be me that cums, looking at you is enough to make me flaccid for the rest of my life.” Evan retorted cattily.
“Woah there boys, save it for the ring!” Laila commented while throwing the camera a cheesy pose and a fake smile.
“Is the contender ready?” Evan grunted in response, “Gladiator ready?” Toa let out his trade mark Maori war cry and the event was under way.
Toa lunged at Evan and used his massive frame to pin down the relatively small competitor. Evan squirmed as best he could, but Toa’s grip was steadfast, before the boy realized what was happening he felt Toa’s hot mouth consume his cock. He cried out in shock as Toa forced his own member into Evan’s mouth.
Toa came up for a moment, “Suck on that if you can howlie!” he immediately stuffed his dick back into Evan’s mouth.
“Oh, look at that move by our Gladiator Toa, you gotta love it when he breaks out his native language.”
“Indeed Laila, but this is going to be a pretty match for Evan, the kid doesn’t look like he has a clue on what he’s doing, for his sake I hope he’s got some pretty fancy tongue work up his sleeve!”
Evan whimpered around the cock in his mouth as much as he was trying to protest this, he couldn’t deny the fact it felt really good. He knew he was going to lose if he just lay there and did nothing. Tentatively he ran his tongue along Toa’s dick, he wasn’t as disgusted as he thought he would be, and for a brief moment he thought he might be able to beat the Gladiator.
Toa was lavishing Evan’s dick with his massive mouth, he had a firm grasp on the base with his hand and was bobbing his head up and down along the shaft taking the time to swirl head around Evan’s tip to ensure his victory. Toa was after all undefeated in this event.
Evan couldn’t control himself he let out a loud cry and his toes started to curl, “No! Not yet Evan, come on you can do this! Don’t give into him!” Evan tried to give himself a mental pep talk before forcing his head farther onto Toa’s enormous shaft, trying not to choke as it assaulted his gag reflex.
“Give up howlie, you can’t win, I’m barely hard, you even use that thing before?” Toa harassed him.
“Oh come on Toa, you’re hard as a rock, give the kid a break brother!” Hulk called from the sides, his booming laughter resonating in Evan’s ears.
That was all it took, Evan lost his concentration for a moment, before he knew it Toa had pulled his entire member in his mouth and was greedily sucking away lavishing every inch with hot, wet attention.
“Oh fuck!” Evan cried out and he dug his nails into the Gladiator’s rock hard thighs, drawing a small trickle of blood, his hips shot up, thrusting into Toa’s searing mouth, he thrashed around before crying out again and releasing his seed deep into Toa’s waiting mouth.
Toa was enjoying himself to much too just stop there, he worked his tongue around the twitching youth’s cock, relishing in the soft cries of protest he earned from Evan and becoming more aroused by the frantic scratching he felt on his thighs. Once he had sufficiently cleaned Evan’s member he turned to pleasuring himself, after all he was the victor, he couldn’t let the contender have all the fun.
Evan lay there gasping as Toa bulky frame was lifted from his own, he thought the humiliation was over, and was ready to slink off set and find a way to get out of this crazy exhibition.
“Where you tink you goin’ howlie?” Toa asked while easily holding Evan down with one powerful hand, the other stroking his own member moving closer and closer to Evan’s face. “You lost, now you gotta face your punishment.” He grinned as he pulled Evan by his hair, pulling his mouth over his swollen cock. “Now suck or I’ll break your neck.”
“Oooo better do what he says Evan, Toa is a convicted murderer in his native Samoa. He’s not messing around!”
“That’s right brother! He’s more serious than a pack of gorillas at a conservation rally!”
Evan saw little choice and did his best to suck the gigantic member; he apparently was not doing a very good job, within moments Toa had given up on trying to let Evan pleasure him and started forcing the boy’s head up and down along his shaft. Evan decided to just concentrate on not throwing him, and trying to just block this whole ordeal out, he figured this had to be a dream and sooner or later he’d wake up in his bed and everything would be fine.
Toa pulled himself from Evan’s mouth and started furiously stroking his member, groaning loudly as he went; he kept Evan’s face inches from his dick. Evan cringed, he had a pretty good idea on what was going to happen, Toa’s actions sped up and he was breathing heavier until he let out a great cry and painted Evan’s face white.
Evan was shocked and humiliated all at once, he tried his best to wipe the sticky cum off of his face, but only ended up smearing it more.
“Well there you have it folks! What an exhilarating event! Evan honey, you best get to the lockers and clean up a bit before your next event.”
“Wow! I haven’t seen a beat down like that since back in the WWF! Coming up is the ever popular Joust! Evan had a lot of trouble with Toa; will Titan be able to keep up this Gladiator winning streaking? Stay tuned, we’ll be right back!”
Evan skulked off to the locker room with an attendant to clean up and to try and refocus before the next event.

Chapter 4: Joust

Evan stood on the pillar, a dozen feet over the cold pool below. Across a narrow gap stood Titan, a towering gladiator with a less than impressive package. Evan began to think that he was making sense of this competition, and he had a guess at what would happen next. Hulk and Laila stepped into the spotlight by the pool, to the applause of the audience.
“Welcome back kids,” Hulk began, “We’re back with my favorite event, a real crowd-pleaser.”
“Joust!” Laila shouted.
“That’s right, brother! Two men, facing off, one on one, head to head…”
“In more ways than one!”
“Battling to see who has the better grip!” Hulk turned to face the competitors. “I’m sure our audience knows the rules, but let’s explain it for our new-cum-mer, Evan Dollard. Evan and our gladiator must remain on their individual podiums, grasping each other’s ‘pugil sticks.’” The audience groaned at the joke. “The first competitor to lose his balance and take the fall is eliminated. Anything goes, but obviously, certain tactics will work better than others.” Laila faced the audience.
“The competition is fierce; this is Titan’s best event. Don’t be fooled by Titan’s humble appearance, he’s a grower, not a shower!” Two attendants, squatting on the podiums, began applying large amounts of lubricant to the competitor’s genitals. The two men stroked the combatants’ cocks, working in the lubricant while both organs grew stiff. Titan’s meager manhood expanded and grew, inflating to a shocking ten inch rod. Evan gulped.
“Competitor ready!” The ref began. Evan shouted loudly in reply.
“Gladiator ready!” Titan screamed in response, covering Evan’s face with spittle as his entire body quaked. The ref blew his whistle, and the men began to wrestle.
“Now remember Laila,” Hulk narrated, “If any competitor releases their grip on the other’s member, they are immediately disqualified.”
“That’d be unfortunate, Hulk.”
“Yeah it would, brother, like a chimp in a makeup factory.”
“What?”
“Animal testing joke, Laila, try to keep up.” Evan squirmed under Titan’s grasp, finding it hard to concentrate with the giant’s surprisingly soft hand encircling his cock. Sensing his weakness, Titan smirked, and ran his pinky around the head of Evan’s prick. Evan’s eyes rolled back, the pleasure was hard to shut out. He felt his knees shaking, and struggled to fight back. Evan spun his grip around, pumping Titan’s cock with an open fist.
“Whoa!” Hulk shouted, “Is that legal?”
“An impressive turn coming from Evan! He might break Titan’s perfect record.” Titan grunted in surprise, but refused to give in. He laughed and tightened his grip. Evan quickly found himself getting tired. His arm couldn’t hold up to much more activity. An idea struck him. Evan stopped stroking Titan, instead using the gladiator’s own movements to throw him into a rhythmic humping pattern. Titan was obviously shocked, his right foot slipped backward, and he teetered dangerously close to the edge of the podium.
Titan pushed forward, sending his bodyweight against Evan.
“Oh!” Laila cried out, “That was close. Don’t give up yet!” Evan was confused, Titan was not making any effort to jack him off, or even finger him. Titan’s grasp was stationary, providing little to no stimulation. What was Titan’s plan?
Undeterred, Evan continued his stroking, tugging gently on the mammoth organ.
“Cum! Cum you son of a bitch!” Evan growled at Titan, frustrated with his inability to defeat the gladiators.
“Is that what you really want, kid?” Titan laughed, and placed his free hand on Evan’s shoulder.
“Shit.” Evan realized his mistake too late, but knew that he couldn’t release Titan’s cock without getting disqualified. Titan thrust into Evan’s fist, sliding the length of his shaft into Evan’s helpless grip.
“Not again.” Titan shoved Evan downward, to his knees. As the enormous cock fell into his line of sight, Titan came, like a shotgun, into Evan’s face. At the same time, Titan surged forward, in an attempt to drive Evan into the pool. Evan smiled and ducked. The audience fell into a shocked silence as the gargantuan gladiator tumbled over Evan’s back and fell to the cold pool below. After a brief moment of understanding, the audience came to life. Hulk and Laila gaped at the contender.
“Congratulations, brother! You’re the first competitor to best Titan on Joust! How about a victory lap for the crowd?” The audience applauded, signaling their approval of the idea. Evan was overcome, filled with the pride that all of these people were cheering for him. He let out a scream of victory, and fell to his knees, looking down on the fallen gladiator. Evan grabbed his cock, and stroked it rapidly. His fingers curled around the shaft while his thumb rubbed across the head. Evan’s chest throbbed with each labored breath. Titan, coming to his senses too late, tried to paddle away from the podium, but with Evan’s last cry, simple closed his eyes. Evan’s fingers flew as cum erupted from his cock. It dripped down his fingers and thighs, falling onto the floating body of the defeated gladiator.
“That’s horrible!” Hulk lamented, “I’d rather see two howler monkeys in a screaming match.” Evan shakily rose to his feet, his glistening cock standing stubbornly out toward the crowd. “Well that’s it for the Joust, brothers, stay tuned for the next event!”

Chapter 5: Hang Tough

“This is it, brothers, our final event!”
“Hang Tough!” Laila cried shrilly, causing Hulk to visibly recoil.
“Fuck yeah it is, Laila. The event is pretty straightforward; the competitor must swing across the rings to get from one side of the arena to the other, without falling into the pool below.”
“But, to make it tricky, one of our gladiators will be coming at the competitor, trying to take them down.”
“If the competitor makes it to the opposite platform, they’ll score the full ten points.” Hulk paused, waiting for another interruption. “The gladiators will stop at nothing to drop our competitors, and there is no time limit, so this could take all night.” Evan finished his climb to the top of the hang tough platform, placing his feet on the foam-padded surface. He powdered his hands and grasped the first two rings. Laila spoke up again.
“Now let’s see who will be opposing Evan in Hang Tough.” The lights fell across the arena, and as bass-heavy music began in the background, Evan heard a loud howl cut the audience’s patient silence. Gladiator Wolf was suddenly illuminated in a blood red spotlight, on the opposite platform. He snarled at Evan, flashing a set of disturbingly bright, sharp teeth. The studio lights slowly came back to life, as Hulk began to narrate over the audience’s cheers.
“Wolf’s back to wrestle Evan again, and he’s got a bone to pick.”
“He may end up picking Evan’s as well.”
“He’s angrier than a…than a silverback gorilla in a…gum chewing contest?”
“You seem to be losing your touch there, partner.” Laila cheerily replied. Evan inspected the event carefully, paranoid. He could see no dildos, no lube, and no nude harem boys waiting by the sidelines. What the hell was going on here? But Evan had no more time to think.
“Competitor ready!” Shaken, Evan replied.
“Gladiator ready!” Wolf howled, and threw Evan a glance filled with vengeance. The whistle blew. Wolf sprung onto the rings, swinging rapidly and gracefully toward the center. Evan was frozen in place. Finally, at the angered urging of the ref, he took to the sky. Wolf was on him within seconds, there was nowhere he could go to avoid the gladiator. Knowing he could not flee, Evan decided to fight. He swung straight for the gladiator, catching him by surprise, but Wolf would not underestimate him twice. As Evan swung forward, Wolf was suddenly gone. Evan felt a strong pressure on his shoulders and turned his head to see Wolf crawling onto him.
Evan knew he didn’t have the arm strength to outlast the gladiator, so he worked quickly. Evan swung his legs up, locking his feet into two of the dangling rings. He fell backward, hoping to spill Wolf into the pool, but was shocked when Wolf didn’t fall. Wolf was hanging onto two other rings, his legs wrapped around Evan’s waist. Evan looked up at the gladiator, fear in his eyes. Wolf returned the look with a glare of victory. He released his thigh-grip on Evan and swung behind the defenseless competitor. Evan observed, with horror, that Wolf was fully erect.
“Holy shit, brother! Wolf is going in for the kill, like a rabid spider monkey from Hell!”
“We’ve seen Wolf attempt this move before, let’s see if it’s more successful this time around.” Evan mustered his strength and pulled himself up, now dangling facing the ceiling from four rings. Wolf hung between his spread legs, erect cock at the ready. Wolf spit downward, with surprising accuracy, coating Evan’s asshole with a thin layer of lubricant.
“I smell fear on you, like a rabbit runnin’ from the wolf, and it’s time for me to take my fill of your meat!”
“For Evan’s sake,” Laila commented, “Let’s hope Wolf’s cock is as sharp and well-aimed as his wordplay!” Wolf swung backward, and gathering momentum, plunged deeply into Evan’s virgin ass. Evan screamed as the two men’s bodies swung in unison, twenty feet in the air. When their swing peaked, they started backward, and Wolf’s cock slid free. Evan had a moment of relief before Wolf swung back into him again. Evan’s own dick jumped as Wolf’s cock rubbed across his A-spot, already swollen and sensitive from a day’s worth of sexual deviance. They swung again, and again, Wolf’s massive cock piercing Evan’s bleeding hole with each arc. Despite the pain, it wasn’t long before Evan’s cock stood erect, and after only ten minutes, large drops of cum rolled from it’s tip, gathering in the curve of Evan’s thigh.
“All I can say, kid,” Wolf began, “Is that I like my rabbits stuffed.” Wolf let out a long howl, and with a final swing, released the rings from which he hung. Wolf clung to Evan’s waist, pumping rapidly into the young man’s ass. Evan couldn’t take the weight, and fell from the rings. Twelve feet off the ground, Wolf came, filling Evan’s cavity with hot fluid. They landed together in the water.
“What an incredible finish!” Hulk yelled. “I feel like a baboon with a tube of hemorrhoid cream!” Laila turned from the camera, unleashing a spout of vomit upon a poorly positioned stage hand.
“Thanks for the visual Hulk!” Her voice somehow remained perky. “Let’s go to the referee for the official call on that event.” All eyes turned to the squat man in the center of the arena. He thought briefly, and addressed the crowd.
“Evan hit the water first, no points will be given.” The crowd booed and cheered, and Evan, floating dejected in the water, only sighed.
“I guess that’s it for our latest competitor!”
“He got beat like a red-headed step-monkey.”
“I’m sure he did, Hulk, I’m sure he did.”