⟣Pietros⟢

Your friendly neighborhood gladiatorial assistant.™

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BEEP (bloodandhonor)

A Flirty Text

[text] Excuse me? Do you work at Little Caesar’s? Cuz Ur Hot And I’m Ready. ;-)

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|The Omega Among Alphas|

Duro nearly trampled the boy before he realized someone else was in his path.

It was evening; most of the gladiators had already retired to the baths or to their cells for the night. Duro had stayed back with Agron and a handful of others to watch the dice games, and was only now making his way to bed, wandering through the halls of cells as he yawned.

It was the small yelp of surprise that got his attention, and he stumbled over his feet as he attempted not to crash into the unfamiliar form. A low growl of irritation escaped him, his eyes flitting over the boy.

He was short, and dark skinned. Duro could not see much of his face, as his chin was lowered, his shoulders hunched. A branded B could be seen on his arm, and there were the marks of old rope burns on the sides of his neck.

But those were not what caught Duro’s attention, even for as many questions as they raised. No. What stopped Duro cold, what stopped his growl and caused his eyes to widen, was not any part of the boy’s appearance. 

It was his scent. The sweet, light scent that was so different from the cloud of Alpha stench that filled the ludus. Duro had not expected to smell this from anyone branded into the brotherhood.

Harsh words fled his tongue, and introductions were not even considered. Duro stared at the boy in obvious surprise, his words more a declaration than a question.

“You’re an Omega?”

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The musky scent of another filled the hallway and he cursed under his breath. He thought he’d counted properly with everyone supposedly in their cells, but there was no mistaking the heavy and overbearing essence currently heading his way. Pietros folded in on himself, drawing himself together until he was as small as he could be and yet somehow the other had still managed to nearly collide with him. 

The almost touch felt as hot and angry as a burn, lapping and clawing at his skin. His bare feet slid across the stones, slowly retreating from a most intimidating body that was excruciatingly too close for comfort. His dark eyes would not rise to meet the others and his voice was meek and submissive as he acknowledged the other’s obvious epiphany.

He pressed himself closer to the wall of the hallway. “I’m Pietros...” He mumbled, opting to hand over his name. Yes, he was an Omega, but he still had an identity beyond that.

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[naevia-unchained]

Naevia and @ask-pietros: Send me a colour and I’ll make a moodboard 

Canon Era  I’ve not made moodboards in a long time so this isn’t my best but I still kinda like it. I’ve used a Roman mosaic showing bodyslaves and a actual tag worn by a slave.

I hope you like it @ask-pietros and, everyone, feel free to send a colour prompt to any of my characters 

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Naevia and @ask-pietros Modern Era  Send me a colour and I’ll make a moodboard for our characters 

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grain of truth (not-yet-finished)

1: Barca likes you.

2: I like you.

3: Crixus likes you.

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Shame that kink!

Tagged by: Agron-Rebel-General Thanks lovie! <3

REPOST and not REBLOG, thanks !

GENERAL

ROMANCE/AFFECTION:  no  /  maybe  / yes HANDJOB/FINGERING:  no  / maybe  / yes BLOWJOB:  no  /  maybe  / yes DEEPTHROAT: no  /  maybe /  yes SWALLOWING:  no /  maybe  /  yes EDGING:  no  /  maybe  /  yes TEASING:  no  /  maybe  /  yes

DOMINATION

DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE?: Mostly submissive but can take the reigns from time to time. DOMESTIC SERVITUDE:  no /  maybe /  yes PETPLAY:  no  / maybe  /  yes DISCIPLINE:  no / maybe  /  yes BEGGING:  no  /  maybe  /  yes FORCED ORGASM:  no  /  maybe  /  yes ORGASM DENIAL: no /  maybe /  yes

RESTRICTIVE

GAG:  no  /  maybe / yes COLLAR:  no  /  maybe  /  yes LEASH:  no  /  maybe  /  yes BONDAGE (LIGHT):  no  /  maybe  /  yes BONDAGE (HEAVY):  no  /  maybe  /  yes

TOYS

DILDOS:  no  /  maybe / yes PLUGS:  no  / maybe  /  yes VIBRATORS:  no  / maybe /  yes SOUNDING: no  /  maybe /  yes

GROUPS

ORGY?  no  /  maybe  /  yes THREESOME?  no /  maybe  /  yes

PAIN

LIGHT:  no /  maybe / yes HEAVY: no /  maybe  /  yes NIPPLE CLAMPS:  no /  maybe  /  yes BITING:  no  /  maybe /  yes CANING:  no /  maybe  /  yes SPANKING:  no /  maybe /  yes SCRATCHING:  no  /  maybe /  yes

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☂ (ask-pietros)

Keep your head down and keep walking, two key things to always live by when you were homeless. Don’t stare, don’t get involved, don’t draw attention. Perhaps sometimes that was self serving or cowardly but Naevia couldn’t look out for anyone but herself. It just wasn’t an option when you lived on the streets. This week though, she and a few friends, or the nearest thing you could have to friends when you were all street trash, where squatting in a place which meant they were at least out of the rain and trying to keep warm. 

The had an old metal drum and filled it with whatever sticks and magazines and stuff they could find to light and keep warm. Now she was sat next to Petey, one of the one guys she really felt safe with, he was queer as a three dollar note so she never felt afraid of him. 

“That a black eye?” She asked him. Maybe it was breaking her own rule about getting involved but, despite herself, she could feel herself growing fond of the guy. 

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Petey had lost his coat. His thin, bare arms folded against each other, prickled with goosebumps as he sat glassy eyed by the trash fire. He never really expected to end up like this. Then again, most everyone else gathered in the place hadn’t either. Sometimes a series of unavoidable events could just drag a person through the dregs of society. Few ever asked for it.

Petey grinned when Naevia came to sit next to him. Neither of them were quite built for life on the streets but Petey figured if Naevia made it day after day, he could too. When she spoke he only shrugged in return. Besides the black eye, there was plenty of other evidence to suggest he’d run into the wrong people. Lucky for him, he was let off relatively easy. He didn’t fight when they took what little change he had managed to collect from kind souls that walked the streets in the daytime, but when they came back for his coat, he resisted. It was a stupid idea. Now he was coatless and beaten, but at least they didn’t kill him.

That in and of itself was a strange thought. Many times Petey speculated it would be much easier to just give up. That death would be easier than struggling like he was. But when it came down to it, he fought against it, unable to welcome that death as easily as he thought he could. Maybe it was that survival instinct people had that kept them going despite unimaginable hardships.

Suddenly he looked as if he had remembered something good, his fair-natured smile growing larger. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded up $20. After his ordeal, as he lay face down under the bridge, the gentle waving of the bill as the breeze brushed by grabbed his attention. Petey had lost his coat, but the same fate that screwed him over also handed him a prize. 

His dark eyes glanced around before finally falling on Naevia. Giving her a quick flash of the bill he spoke up, “Want to have dinner?!”

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Offering their snack (Pietros)

Duro watched the slave carefully, unsure if he should trust the show of kindness. The bread being offered looked good, much more appealing than the food that the fucking Gauls had knocked to the floor before the new recruits could get their fill.

But in a place like this, there was only one person Duro trusted; and he was currently arguing with Segovax about something.

“Why would you make offer to me?”

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Pietros was always on the sidelines watching, even when others could not see him. The smiling slave boy that gladiators enjoyed ordering around and then ignored all other times. As if he could fade in and out of existence. Which, for Pietros wasn’t bad, but was often lonely. Barca was required to train and couldn’t possibly keep him company all day every day. Sometimes the only time they got to see each other was during the night when Barca would rather fuck than talk. Still, he knew it could be worse. 

New recruits were always bullied but Pietros watched as one in particular seemed to be picked on more than the others. A pang of empathy struck him every time he’d see the man’s bloodied nose or blackened eyes. Pietros thought that if the gladiators had stopped provoking this one, he, too, would cease to exist. He’d slowly fade into the background and not a soul, except for his brother would notice his missing. 

Pietros sat in Barca’s lap for the meal hour, happily teasing and playfully wrestling with him when the Gauls caused a commotion by dumping the food short of every mouth having been fed. The smile that so often crinkled his eyes was gone, watching the recruits attempt to save what they could from the sands. Across the way sat the younger brother. He wasn’t desperate enough to lap his meal from the ground, but it was that kind of pride that would cause him to go hungry.

Whispering in Barca’s ear, the boy stood and playfully swatted back at his man when his ass was grabbed. His laugh was infectious and Barca decided he required a swift kiss before Pietros broke his loaf in half and padded his barefeet across to the one he’d been watching. Standing there he realized he hadn’t quite worked out what he was going to say, so he simply held the bread out in offering. 

Of course he was suspicious though. Pietros knew he looked innocent enough but he didn’t blame the younger brother for wanted to inquire about it. He quickly turned to look back at three new recruits with their faces to the ground scooping up sand porridge just to have something - anything to eat. Dark brown eyes flicked back once again and instead of answering, he proposed a question of his own. “You would rather go hungry?”

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Brown eyes squinted slightly as Duro regarded the bread suspiciously. The food would be helpful, he would need his strength to survive the rest of training before the final test. But taking a hand out from another meant being in someone’s debt. Duro had no desire to owe anyone anything. 

But his eyes were drawn to the others, still scraping food off the floor, and to Segovax, who was glancing at him now, attention flitting between the offered bread and his conversation with Agron. Duro refused to eat food from the floor. And if this put him even slightly ahead of the stupid fuck who followed the Champion like a lost dog…

His attention returned to Pietros, and he slowly reached up to take the bread, as if expecting it to be snatched away at the last moment. When it was not, and he found the food in his hand, he leaned back against the wall to break the offering in half. He would offer the rest to Agron in a moment.

“Gratitude.” he said shortly, meeting the boy’s gaze, “But I asked for no favors. Do not expect me to feel indebted to you.”

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The boy’s expression visibly softened when he saw the man cut his already meager portion in half, no doubt the other piece was for his brother. From what he witnessed the pair seemed quite close. Barca was the closest he’d ever come to family but he still wondered what it might be like to share the same blood as another.

“I do not mean to insult. It is my duty to take care of the men and see them provided for,” Of course there was really nothing he could do for the others that ate the spilled porridge. He was more interested in this one anyway.

Now that he was empty handed, Pietros interlaced his fingers and continued to stand idly by as if he were waiting for something.

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Offering their snack (Pietros)

Duro watched the slave carefully, unsure if he should trust the show of kindness. The bread being offered looked good, much more appealing than the food that the fucking Gauls had knocked to the floor before the new recruits could get their fill.

But in a place like this, there was only one person Duro trusted; and he was currently arguing with Segovax about something.

“Why would you make offer to me?”

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Pietros was always on the sidelines watching, even when others could not see him. The smiling slave boy that gladiators enjoyed ordering around and then ignored all other times. As if he could fade in and out of existence. Which, for Pietros wasn’t bad, but was often lonely. Barca was required to train and couldn’t possibly keep him company all day every day. Sometimes the only time they got to see each other was during the night when Barca would rather fuck than talk. Still, he knew it could be worse. 

New recruits were always bullied but Pietros watched as one in particular seemed to be picked on more than the others. A pang of empathy struck him every time he’d see the man’s bloodied nose or blackened eyes. Pietros thought that if the gladiators had stopped provoking this one, he, too, would cease to exist. He’d slowly fade into the background and not a soul, except for his brother would notice his missing. 

Pietros sat in Barca’s lap for the meal hour, happily teasing and playfully wrestling with him when the Gauls caused a commotion by dumping the food short of every mouth having been fed. The smile that so often crinkled his eyes was gone, watching the recruits attempt to save what they could from the sands. Across the way sat the younger brother. He wasn’t desperate enough to lap his meal from the ground, but it was that kind of pride that would cause him to go hungry.

Whispering in Barca’s ear, the boy stood and playfully swatted back at his man when his ass was grabbed. His laugh was infectious and Barca decided he required a swift kiss before Pietros broke his loaf in half and padded his barefeet across to the one he’d been watching. Standing there he realized he hadn’t quite worked out what he was going to say, so he simply held the bread out in offering. 

Of course he was suspicious though. Pietros knew he looked innocent enough but he didn’t blame the younger brother for wanted to inquire about it. He quickly turned to look back at three new recruits with their faces to the ground scooping up sand porridge just to have something - anything to eat. Dark brown eyes flicked back once again and instead of answering, he proposed a question of his own. “You would rather go hungry?”

@untamed-german-pup

[not-yet-finished]

|Menage A Trois|

Duro hesitated for a moment before pulling the wooden door open, still unsure about what he was doing.

It had been discussed. Pietros said he’d had everything worked out.

A private room, normally given to champions alone, had been granted to Barca for a night, as a gift for battles well fought. Pietros swore that Barca was okay with giving it to them for a night of personal indulgence. That was fine with Duro, he preferred this be done in something more private than their open cells.

What he was unsure about, was the idea of Barca allowing this to happen.

Duro and Pietros had grown….unexpectedly close. Pietros was kind and supportive, and offered to help Duro tend to bruises and wounds when Agron was unavailable. He gave tips to Duro to help him in his training; hints for weaknesses to exploit, attacks to look out for, just things he had observed during his time as the gladiators’ errand boy. It had helped, and though Duro had at first reacted rather poorly to the attentions, refusing to accept what he had assumed to be pity from the boy, he had grown to appreciate their talks and shared meals. 

And yes, maybe gazes had begun to linger a too long. Maybe Duro caught Pietros blushing when their eyes met once or twice. Maybe Duro stood a little taller, fought a little harder when the boy was around and watching the gladiators spar. 

But he had never expected Pietros to offer a night of pleasure. And he had certainly never expected Barca to approve of the idea. Not after catching the glares the older gladiator shot at him when his eyes lingered too long. Not when several bruises had been given as a way of warning when Pietros stepped onto the sands. No, Duro never would have expected this. Yet here he was.

The door opened easily, the light from the candles lit within spilling out onto the sands, erasing some of the darkness from them. Duro smiled when he saw Pietros waiting for him, a warm greeting rising to his lips.

It died on his tongue, however, when his eyes shifted to Barca, leaning against the wall with arms crossed over his chest.

Duro froze, smile disappearing as his eyes widened.

Gods help me! 

His gaze darted back and forth between the two men, feet seemingly nailed in place as Duro fought to decide if it was smarter to stay or to run. He was improving his skills, getting better everyday. But that did not mean he wanted to fight the Beast of Carthage. He had seen what he could do to a man.

Eventually he convinced himself to stay, for the moment at least. His eyes settled on Pietros, and he cleared his throat so he could ask, “What is going on?”

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Pietros stood up from the bed when Duro arrived, a happy smile had been lighting his face but it faltered upon catching the confused and somewhat horrified look on the others. He hurried forward to tenderly take Duro by the hands and haul him further into the room. “Cease concerns, Barca only means to watch over me,” He spoke with his grin once again returning. 

The idea of Barca watching had no ill effect on Pietros. To him, it was natural for Barca to be present as well. After all, Pietros belonged to Barca and the beast would not see his delicate things harmed. It was a heartwarming similarity he saw in both men. In fact, his closeness with Duro happened much in the same way as it had with Barca. Kindness was a rarity in places such as these, men had to take it whenever it was offered.

Pietros moved his hands to cup Duro’s cheeks once they were closer to the fur covered bed, tilting his face upward to capture the man’s lips and press himself against him. Already his eyes had become heavy lidded and his body very much aware of Duro and the fact that Barca’s eyes were upon them. “I did not think you would come...” He admitted, his hands trickling down over Duro’s chest towards the hem of his subligaria.

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(Ask Barca) Control - One muse acts a the dominant over the other during sex

The role reversal was awkward at first. Pietros was a laid back and obsequious kind of soul so barking out orders didn’t come easy. But Barca was complying and in doing so Pietros began to feel empowered. Not that he ever felt subject to Barca in any way, but as he began to give voice to his desires and what he wanted… needed Barca to do, it was hard not to let a little bit of that power go to his head.

Barca’s mouth encompassed him, his tongue working in ways that made Pietros squirm in the most delightful of ways. His slender hands dipped into Barca’s long dreaded hair, occasionally tugging not unkindly when Barca hit a sweet spot. “Use your fingers!” His eyelids fluttered as he threw his head back against the pillow. Fuck, he was so close. Already he had come three times while denying Barca of the same pleasure.  

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[naevia-unchained]

Pinkie promise (Ask-Pietros)

Naevia nodded solemnly, linking her pinkie with Pietros’ “I pinkie promise.” she said just as seriously before cracking a grin and laughing.

“Now come on! Tell me what’s got you bouncing!”  She was pinkie swore to secrecy, now she wanted the juicy goss. 

She was grinning a little too wide and that would be that fault of the cocktails that were fruity and delicious and way too easy to drink quickly. 

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Petey grinned from ear to ear, his dark eyes darting here and there to make sure he was out of earshot before leaning in. “I think Barca might propose!” He blurted in a hushed whisper before covering his mouth with his hands. His whole body nearly vibrated with giddiness and excitement. What he and Barca had was magical and wonderful, but Petey never figured Barca for the marriage type. “I found a receipt for a ring!” 

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(Ask-Barca) [text] Just let me suck your dick and be happy. Let me have this.

[text] Barca…[text] You’re not allowed to use your phone in a movie theater.[text] And pls wait until we get home![text] X.X

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[ ☯ ] my muse tells yours that they never want to see them again. (Wtf Agron??)

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[ ღ ] my muse makes an attempt to cheer your muse up.

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[text] Hi Agron, is Barca with you? I can’t get ahold of him! (Ask-Pietros)

[text] He’s at yoga with Nasir[text] Fucking Yoga!![text] I don’t get why they can’t do it in the house[text] There are fucking youtube videos for that 

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[text] LOL! [text] Barca says he likes looking at other half naked bodies! [text] Good thing I trust him! [text] OH! [text] But I’m sure Nasir just goes for yoga….

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[text] That’s not fucking helping! [text] Are there a lot of people in it? [text] I fucking hate the instructor, Castus  [text] Don’t trust him. AT ALL [text] Next time you and I should tag along [text] I trust Nasir, but its other shitheads I don’t trust

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[text] I hear it’s a pretty small, intimate group!  [text] You know Nasir would never let someone else touch him inappropriately. [text] Though I have heard rumors about Castus… [text] NO! I’m sure they’re just rumors! [text] Besides, Barca is with him and he can kick anyone’s ass! [text] Except mine… =P

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[text] Hi Agron, is Barca with you? I can’t get ahold of him! (Ask-Pietros)

[text] He’s at yoga with Nasir[text] Fucking Yoga!![text] I don’t get why they can’t do it in the house[text] There are fucking youtube videos for that 

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[text] LOL! [text] Barca says he likes looking at other half naked bodies! [text] Good thing I trust him! [text] OH! [text] But I’m sure Nasir just goes for yoga….