I would stand legs apart over you as my foe in the arena so you can see up my short kilt I see the Senator officiating give the thumbs down and thrust the Gladius in your heart. You cry out aaaargh tense and fall back dead - eyes and mouth wide open I pull off your loin cloth to reveal your hard cock spewing its final load and retrieve my blade The Kelt wins over the SamniteA victim for sure ... killed in the gladiatorial arena ... gladius in my guts ... writhing in agony in the sand as the crowd cheers for my adversary to finish me ... the gladius stabbed deep inside my chest splitting my heart in two ... a final orgasm as I die!
Killer. Young smooth muscular dude hanging by his wrists. Then slowly, very slowly, slice into his young skin with a razor blade. Not deep. Just the act of destroying beauty. Fill him with morphine if possible to keep his pain down and reduce his screams or whines. Slice off a nipple and eat it. Open the sac, pull out a nut, pop it in my mouth, and bite. Yeah, a slow meal for me, a slow death for my beauty. Yum. Slurp. Belch.