Date: Mon, 23 May 2011 05:07:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Reluctant Gladiator, Part Thirty Five

RELUCTANT GLADIATOR - Part Thirty Five
A story by Pete Brown (petebrownuk @ yahoo.com)

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All of us were a bit subdued the next morning, and to try to cheer the lads
up a bit I said we'd stop for breakfast on the way - not anything expensive
of course, but one of the breakfast things from a hamburger chain.  They
were muttering amongst themselves as they pulled on the small tight shorts
and the revealing Ts, and I have to say they did look good in them: somehow
the strip of naked belly (hard and muscled because of their training and
work), the tops of their ass cracks, and the outline of their dicks through
the thin material made them look even more sexy than if they had been
naked.  There were a few semi-rebellious remarks when they saw that I was
going to wear my usual shorts and a polo,. I explained to them (although
perhaps that's a mistake as I ought to have simply ignored their comments:
as a free man I could after all do as I chose) that as we were going to
breakfast I needed to be seen to be an owner with his slaves; otherwise if
the restaurant thought we were four slaves we couldn't go inside and would
have to eat in the parking lot.

They got a lot of admiring glances from the guys in the place as we walked
in, and we went and found a table in the area where the signs said "For
owners with accompanying slaves".  Telling Luke and Darren to sit there and
behave, I took Jamie with me to the counter to order so he could carry the
tray back - there are after all some advantages to being a slave owner
(and, anyway, it would have looked wrong to the other patrons if I'd
carried the tray to feed my slaves).  I bought all of them the breakfast
biscuits with sausage and egg as I didn't know if we'd be fed during the
day, and they were going to need a lot of energy.  I had the same, and a
big coffee to liven myself up, and had decided they should all have coffee
too, for the same reason, even though they preferred milk or juice.  More
complaints of course, and my idea of getting us all in a good mood seemed
to be evaporating.

I'd been given detailed instructions and a map to get to the cabin, and
when we arrived I was surprised - I'd been expecting some little box-like
thing just on the beach at the lake, but this place was enormous,
stretching a long way along the shore with a deck that was actually built
out over the water.  I suppose I should have expected something like that
given the fees the surgeon had tried to charge me.  There was no sign of
anywhere to park, so I pulled up at the front door, and as soon as I'd done
so a young slave appeared and told me that he'd take my truck around to the
parking area.  Seeing the four of us looking at him as he stood there in
his uniform - a leather pouch to conceal his genitals, and matching black
leather gloves, he smiled at us.  "I reckon you're the special guests the
master is expecting, sir?  He said an owner and three slaves...."

"How did you know these guys are slaves?", I asked.

"Easy, sir.  The only young guys who get to come up here are slaves - all
the master's regular guests are older.  Anyway, sir, he told me to ask you
not to come directly in as most of his guests are already here for an early
breakfast, and he wants to surprise them later on.  If you'll follow me
I'll take you around to the slave entrance where you can wait for my
master."

Well I wasn't exactly happy about that.  I thought about telling him to
take the lads there and that I would go in the front, like a free man.  But
then I thought that he was only obeying his owner's orders, and that if I
did that he might get blamed and punished.  Still, we all followed him
along the front of the place and then in to a side entrance where there was
a pretty spartan seating area.  He asked me to wait there, saying he needed
to move my truck before other guests arrived, and that he's tell the master
we were there.  As soon as he'd gone Jamie pulled out something he'd been
carrying and said cheekily "So OK, Steve - here's your shorts and T.  Time
for you to get changed - I reckon that's what those coat hooks are for in
here.  No reason not to, after all - we're not going to a restaurant or
anything...."

I ought to have slapped him for it was clear he was "pushing me" again,
but, I suppose he was right.  So as the three of them watched me I stripped
off and pulled the T on, stretching it over my hard muscles. Then just to
show them there was nothing to be ashamed of, I stood there for a moment or
two casually scratching my belly as if it was the most normal thing in the
world before easing myself into the tiny slave shorts and settling" my dick
so that it was kind of horizontal and "showed" me to good advantage.  Look,
in some ways it was nothing out of the ordinary : in spite of all the fuss
they'd been making about the shorts they were really no worse than the ones
we all habitually wore at the School for fighting and training.  Still, I
suppose it's different when all the guys around you are similarly dressed,
and here it was going to be very different.

Before there could be any more comments from the guys the door from the
rest of the place opened and the surgeon came in.  He came over, hand
outstretched, and said "Steve, good to see you." Then, looking down at me
he smiled and added "Or should that be very good to SEE you?".  I tried to
smile at his little pleasantery as his eyes were riveted on my dick as it
strained against the shorts.  He let go of my hand then and stood there
looking at the three lads.  "Excellent!  The slaves are a credit to you,
Steve - they look even better than when I last saw them: it's good to see
you've not let them lose that sharp tone to their bodies."  He paused for a
moment then added "I'm not sure I want them dressed like that, though -
well, not until later, anyway.  It might be fun to have them like that and
then have them strip before they fight and fuck - I always think seeing the
taking off of the clothes adds to the spectacle, don't you?"

Well he's right, of course - well, I always think so.  But I didn't want to
say anything to upset the boys further or to make it seem as if I'd forced
them to wear the stuff unnecessarily.  So I just nodded.  "Tell them to
strip naked, Steve.  We're all out on the deck this morning and it's kind
of lazy here before lunch - your slaves can frolic around in and out of the
water to provide a bit of entertainment."

I turned to the lads and snapped "You heard.  Get naked."

I was glad to see they obeyed without any dissent at all - I suppose that
to them being naked was better than being in the revealing shorts.  The
surgeon eyed them up and down and slapped me on the back "You're one lucky
man, Steve, to own prime properties like these - even allowing for the
twisted leg.  I reckon some of my guests will be making you very good
offers for them - it's not often you find young slaves like these in such
good condition, and so well hung, too.... Still I suppose gladiator schools
do a lot of filtering and only select the best ones for training. "  He
paused, looked at me as I stood there in my shorts, smiled, and added
"...like you, of course!"

I nodded, and smiled faintly to acknowledge his praise.  "I don't want you
to wear those shorts, though.  This morning I've got a job for you to do:
it will amuse my guests if they have you serve as a waiter - filling their
drinks, bringing coffee and snacks, that sort of thing.  It will be a
really thrilling experience for them to have a free man do that sort of
thing instead of a slave.  And I'd like you to dress up a bit as a waiter,
to emphasise the point."

I didn't like it, of course.  I mean, it is a bit demeaning to get a free
guy to carry out slave duties, isn't it?  But I remembered my agreement wit
the surgeon, and said as casually as I could "Sure, no problem".

"OK then - I think you ought to wear a plain white T to make it a bit like
those waiters' jackets of old."  I nodded, and, the surgeon opened a locker
and pulled out a freshly laundered snow-white T.  I pulled off the tight
one I as wearing, and when I slipped the new one it was kind of gratifying
to fee that it was nice and loose, and long enough to reach down to the top
of my shorts so I was no longer displaying a few inches of belly.

The surgeon gave an approving look, then pulled something out of his
pocket.  "To complete it, Steve, you need a bow tie.  Here's one on elastic
- slip it around your head."

I stood there almost in shock - it was going to look ridiculous to be
wearing a bow tie with a T shirt and tight shorts.  Worst, of course, the
thing would carry a message to everyone who saw me: I was in effect wearing
a collar, just as most slaves did!  I wanted to protest, but then though
"what the fuck?" - it was only going to be for the day, after all - I'd
never see any of those men again,.  And I'd set a good example for the lads
by showing them that we were all simply going to do what we needed to pay
the surgeon for doing Darren's leg.  So I stretched the elastic, pulled the
thing over my head, and settled the bow at my throat.

"Excellent!", the surgeon said.  "But I think you'd be better without the
shorts.  That's a good long T, and it will be kind of exciting to see your
dick and balls hanging down below the hem.  And with your butt, too, I
think you can keep it pulled up at the back, resting on top of those
buttocks of yours - you've got really pronounced muscles there, and it
ought to stay providing you don't move too quickly."

This was too much!  I was going to look utterly humiliated.  I muttered "I
think I'd rather be naked...."

"No, Steve.  I think you'll be really neat in the tie and the T - the
contrast between you and the slaves will be properly maintained - I
wouldn't want to see a free man cavorting around naked with slaves anyway:
that's kind of perverted.  Well, at least in public...."

Fuck me!  He actually thought that seeing men naked would be perverted!
What the fuck did he think that humiliating me by making me have my dick
peeking out from under my T was?  "No!", I said.

"No, Steve?  You want to renege on our agreement?  I'd remind you that I
have already done my initial consultation with your slave, and that our
agreement is that you would serve all day here in return...  Now if you
don't want to fall in with my suggestions, that's OK - you're all free to
leave any time you like.  But please be prepared to pay my bill...."

He had me, I knew.  I put my thumbs under the waistband of my shorts, and
pushed them down.  Then, looking straight at him so he knew I could see him
looking at my dick and balls in fascination, I "flicked" at them with my
hand to free them up properly from where the shorts had pressed them
against my belly and thighs.  I gave him a look of disdain, so he'd know I
didn't care, then cuffed Jamie around the ears (although not as hard as I
could!) as he'd started to laugh.

Worse was to come, though - the surgeon pulled out another bow tie on an
elastic band - much smaller than the one around my neck - I guess it was
one of those they sell for kids, when their parents make them dress up in
tiny suits and stuff for weddings.  "Slip this around your dick and balls",
he told me, his voice sounding mocking and yet with an undertone of
seriousness.

I didn't think he could be serious, but he stood there holding the thing
out towards me, and I knew I had no choice - I had a contract, he'd already
carried out an examination of Darren and there was no way I could pay his
bill.  What was a few hours of humiliation compared with being enslaved for
debt?  So I took it from him, spread the elastic wide with my fingers, then
gently teased it around my dick and balls, being very very careful not to
let the elastic snap against my sac!  The small bow stood there, half lying
on top of my dick, framed with my pubic hair, and Jamie started to laugh.
"It looks a bit like a dude wearing sun glasses on top of a huge nose!", he
told me, and I wanted to hit him, hard this time.  But I held myself in
check, not wanting to give the surgeon or the lads the satisfaction of
knowing the depth of my anger at being forced to dress like this.

I hated it, all morning!  The surgeon had about fifteen guests, and I was
kept busy taking them drinks and stuff.  They seemed to delight in almost
whispering what they wanted as they lay there in sun loungers, so that I
had to kneel right down to hear what they were ordering, and of course as I
did this my dick with its humiliating decoration of its bow tie was brought
even closer to them.  Some of them even called me "boy", just as if I was a
slave, and one or two of them actually patted my bare but as a gesture of
dismissal after I'd served them.  And whilst all this was going on, Luke,
Darren and Jamie simply enjoyed themselves - diving into the lake, racing
each other as they swam up and down, playing with a giant beach ball that
one of the men threw to them, then coming up onto the deck to warm
themselves up in the sun (I guess the lake water was kind of cold, judging
by the way their dicks were shrivelled and their balls were all screwed up
tight instead of hanging down as they usually did).  The men seemed to
enjoy it, though, and one of them knelt beside Luke as he lay on the
decking in the sun and started to rub suntan oil into him - all over, of
course, especially all over his butt and then his dick after he'd told Luke
to roll over on to his back.

It got even worse when some of the men invited Luke and Darren to sit at
their tables under the brightly coloured sun shades, and then ordered me to
fetch them drinks!  I could tell Jamie got a special pleasure from saying
"And not too much ice!" To me as he ordered an orange juice, then sat there
idly chatting to the men and playing with his dick as I had to serve him.

It didn't get any better at lunch time, either: The surgeon's house slave
who had greeted us had unpacked a kind of giant picnic in the kitchen -
well it would have been a picnic if the men had all come and helped
themselves, but the surgeon told all four of us that we were to be waiters
now.  Jamie, Darren and Luke were given bow ties around their necks as I
was wearing, and the surgeon told me that he thought it would look better
if we were all the same - so I lost the T (and, mercifully, the bow tie
around my dick and balls).

All four of us went backwards and forwards between the kitchen and the deck
carrying plate of food and drinks to the surgeon and his guests, and it was
as if the men, seeing all four of us wearing only the ties, simply forgot
that I was a free man just as they were.  They no loner said "please" or
"thank you" and they had that special "slave tone" in their voices when
giving me orders - you've probably done it yourself, I guess: You're having
a normal conversation with a buddy, laughing and chatting, then you see a
slave waiter and it's as if you suspend your normal conversation in mid
sentence, rap out "Refresh my drink, boy" louder and somewhat harshly, and
then resume your conversation where you left off, laughing again and not
even waiting for an acknowledgement, so confident are you that the salve
will obey.

It was almost more than I could bear, especially when I was treated more as
an object than as a man - bringing a tray of drinks to a table I had to
stand there as they chatted away, waiting to be acknowledged. Then, if I'd
forgotten who had ordered what, they were offhandedly rude when telling me
which drink went with which guy, and even slapped at my butt as some sort
of token punishment.

At about three o'clock when all the men had finished lunch and were mildly
drunk from all the booze they'd consumed, the surgeon told all four of us
to take off our bow ties and line up in front of his guests.  He stood
there, made an expansive gesture towards us, and began "Friends, I have
something very, very special for you this afternoon.  I know you've enjoyed
my special waiters so far, especially Steve, who is a free man like the
rest of us!  But look closely at all four of them - they're not like your
ordinary run-of-the-mill household slaves: these men are all athletes with
hard, toned bodies.  What's more they were all specially selected for
another attribute - they're all well hung, as you can see.  But that's not
what they are for - they were all until recently gladiators at the city's
premier School, and some of you may have spend a whole lot of money on
tickets to see such magnificent creatures perform in the arena.... And even
then, unless you arranged a private display at vast expense, you would not
have seen them in all their naked glory as you see them today!"

All the men nodded and muttered between themselves, obviously in agreement
with that the surgeon was saying.  He paused until they had finished, then
continued "My friends, I'd like to thank you all for coming here today and
making for such an enjoyable change from the dull routine of life, and as a
reward, I organised these four gladiators to perform for us.  For the first
part of their performance we will see a proper display of fighting -
although they are, as you can see, all rather different in stature, and one
has a deformed leg."  He came over to the four of us and pulled Jamie and
Luke out and continued "As an added excitement, these two are brothers -
even in the arena I doubt if you'd have the chance to see two brothers
grappling together naked and so this will be a very special treat.  And, of
course, Steve is a free man - again, something exceptional: a free man
fighting naked in front of you."

Some of the men began to mutter things like "Unfair" and "..proper match.",
and the surgeon gestures for silence.  "You're right, of course - one of
the brothers is a couple of years older, and it shows in his overall
physique.  And Steve, his owner and a former gladiator himself, tells me
that the older brother was in training for much longer.  Then there's
clearly a mismatch between Steve and the 'damaged' fighter: not only is
Steve clearly very much more powerfully built he's very, very much more
experienced as he was a Champion - and that's overlooking the twisted leg
of his opponent.  We're going to even things up a bit, though: the two
brothers will grapple oiled-up - that will remove much of the weight
advantage the older one has.  And Steve will fight with one hand tied
behind him, which should even things out a little!"

The men all began to nod and laugh, and the surgeon allowed them to quieten
before he added "And as an added entertainment for you all, and something
you certainly have not seen in the public arena, these will be 'fights to
the fuck' - the pairs will fight on until one has so utterly vanquished the
other that he can exert his total dominance by fucking the loser!"

The men all cheered now, and all four of us looked at each other in dismay.
Look, it's not as if we were not used to sex, but the way it was going to
go either Jamie or Luke was going to have to fuck his brother!  And Darren
was well used to taking Jamie's dick, but not mine!  What's more, we were
going to have to do it not in the relative privacy of the gladiators'
quarters, but out here on the open deck in front of all these guys.  Both
Jamie and Luke looked so rebellious that I thought they were going to say
something, so I hissed at them "Shut it!  It's no big deal... You both
fuck... So forget you're brothers just for this afternoon."  And to Luke I
murmured "Sorry, but you're going to have to take my dick - I know I'm
bigger than Jamie, but I'll be gentle."

I feel sure the guys would have started to argue with me there and then had
not the surgeon come over and said to me "Take them to the slave quarters
and get them prepared - there's proper enema equipment in there - we don't
want any unpleasant crap around the place when you're fucking".  I knew it
was useless to protest - I'd agreed to this day, and we may as well go
through with it.  And, after all, it's not as if we weren't all used to
fighting and fucking, and it was only the partnerships and surroundings
that were a little different.  The house slave was there and he grinned - I
guess he was looking forward to watching, too - and said "This way,
guys....", as if he'd forgotten that I wasn't a slave.  Still, that was
easy to do as I was as naked as Jamie, Luke and Darren.

No one likes the enema tube up their ass, I know.  But the three lads
seemed to be blaming me for it as they stood huddled together in the shower
area in the slave quarters.  It's not as if it was the first time they'd
had to do it, either, so I told them they were being unreasonable, and
reminded them we were all doing this to help Darren.  I stood back then to
avoid getting splashed as they squatted so the first wash could come out of
them (and to avoid the smell!).  After they'd all flushed themselves three
times, the house slave handed them towels, and bent down to help Jamie dry
himself - I suppose it was nice for him to have a hard body to service
rather than the surgeon!

"What about you, Steve?"  Jamie asked as he stood there then, half erect as
a result of the house slave's attention to his dick.

"I'm fighting Darren, so there's no problem... He's cleaned out."

"Yes, but when Darren wins, it won't be very nice for him to have your shit
all over his dick..."

"He won't win.  I was a Champion.  And his leg...."

Jamie had been in this semi-belligerent mood all day, challenging me, but
now it was Darren who spoke up, kind of siding with his lover.  "Don't bet
on it, Steve!  I'm fitter than you - I've been working, remember?  And
younger.  And you're going to fight with one arm tied behind you.  I reckon
it's an even chance it will be my dick up your ass... Now, get in here and
get cleaned out...."

I was going to tell him to fuck off, but the young house slave looked up at
me from where he was kneeling in front of Jamie.  "Please, sir....", he
began, then changed to "Please, Master.... Please clean yourself - I will
help you, sir, if you prefer.  My master ordered me to bring all four of
you here for cleaning, and if he asks me if all went well when we go back
outside, and he hears that you were not cleaned, he'll order a caning for
me later...."

It must have been all that time I spent as a slave that caused me to do as
he'd asked.  After all, there had been enough occasions when I'd learned
that I needed to obey, and obey totally, even if I didn't like what was
going on; and I also knew that lying to Straughan or to one of the guards
at the School was likely to cause me to be punished even more.  So I
understood the young slave's problem - he'd get beaten if I failed to do
something, whether that's unfair or not.  "Fairness" is not a concept that
applies to an owner's treatment of a slave, after all.  So very reluctantly
as the four of them watched I stood there under the water and used the hose
myself to fill my insides up, then crapped it all out, and repeated the
process until I too was squeaky clean.  As I roughly towelled myself dry I
said to Darren "You won't win though - age and experience will always beat
youth and enthusiasm, as the old saying goes!"

"Actually, Steve, who cares?  It's you who's making a lot of this! It will
be a lot of fun for me either way - either I get your dick up my ass, which
you used to do and which I enjoyed.  Or I get to fuck you - and who
wouldn't want to fuck a guy like you?"

Jamie piled in then "Yes, Steve - after the way you fucked all of us at one
time or another - and you weren't always all that gentle - it will be good
to see that ass of yours getting a good hard pounding from Darren.  And,
who knows, those guys out there might want to see me and Luke taking you
after that.... They'd all enjoy a stud like me in action, and young Luke
here will put on a good show, too..."

"What do you mean - I wasn't always gentle?  Compared to some of the other
guys I always took it slowly at first..."

"But after that..."

"Well, I never meant to hurt anyone.  But I'm like all virile guys, I fuck
vigorously...."

"And so do I!", Darren cut in.  "So no hard feelings afterwards then,
Steve?  What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander, as the old
saying goes!"

The young house slave was looking in astonishment at what Jamie and Darren
had been saying to me. He'd seen that I was their owner when we all
arrived, but now I was naked and acting like a slave with the enema and
stuff, and the others were not giving me the proper respect and deference
that I'm certain he had to give to the surgeon, or risk a beating.  I felt
like asserting my authority by hitting Jamie and Darren a bit - nothing
serious, just one of those hard slaps any owner gives an uppity slave.  I
started to move, but then thought better of it - what was I trying to
prove?  I was a free man, after all, even if I was as naked as the rest of
them; and, anyway, it wouldn't look good to have the boys go in front of
the men with a large red hand print on their butts.  So I held back and
instead just smiled "Well perhaps I'll be vigorous right from the start
this time, Darren, as you all didn't seem to appreciate my consideration
before.  And when I've finished fucking you, I'll do Jamie, too - I don't
need to ask the audience for permission as I own both of you."

I saw Luke starting to grin and snapped "And you, too, Luke!  You're
starting to take after your brother and Darren, and it's time you
remembered that you're my slave."

"Don't worry, bro", Jamie told him.  "There's no way an old guy like Steve
can fuck three times in a row!".

I would have hit Jamie then, except that the young slave said quietly
"Please, master....  Can we go?  We've been here a long time, and my master
will blame me...."

So I stalked out of the room, back towards the waiting audience, with that
confidence that an owner has that his slaves will follow him without being
told.

End Of Part Thirty Five