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suitably housed

Stepbrothers

3.  Dungeon games

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The guards hadn’t been easy on him.  No sooner they had Maciste out of their king’s presence, a hard slap across the back of his head set the tone.  “Move it, motherfucker.”
Maciste shoulder-barged the nearest soldier.  Shoving him against the wall.  In response, a hand grabbed his scalp, bent him over and slammed a pair of knee-kicks up into him.

Maciste had expected no less.  And they were ready for him again when they were undoing his ties.  Maciste took his chance.  Not wise.  But something had to come out.  His punch toppled a pair of guards into each other.  The other fist caught a chin.  The soldier’s head cracked back.  Maciste heard his curse.  But he was already fighting off the hands shoving his chest  ..  backing him into the wall.

He took a beating.  They were too many  ..  and some whipped their clubs out.  Arms held out sideways, back to the cold wall.  A club smacking the wind out of him.  His guts took the pounding ..  repeatedly  ..  good and hard till his knee buckled and he fell.  Under their stomping boots.

Not worried about reprisals.  They’d heard their king.  Ordered to put him in his place.  This has-been.  This has-been warrior prince.  And come noon tomorrow  ..  no Maciste any more.

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