Date: Mon, 19 Mar 2012 13:22:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Reluctant Gladiator, Part Forty Two

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

Read all of Pete's stories at groups.yahoo.com/group/petebrownseroticstories

We carried on our slow but steady progress, and once we'd got used to the
'wheels' it was all going well on the sex front, too.  In practice what
happened was that when Jamie and Darren were together they just did what
they'd always done.  And when it was my turn with Mike - and is with me -
we lay close together and did a lot of kissing and cuddling and jerking
off, but not a lot of fucking: Mike quickly learned that if he insisted on
fucking me then the next time I would fuck him, which he didn't like.  It
was also OK when either Mike or I was with Luke as he liked older guys, and
whether it was his turn to choose or not he'd always let us fuck him.  So
Mike and I only had a problem on those nights when we were paired with Jake
or Darren - or, rather, with Jake: Darren was a bit of a 'one man guy' and
really didn't want to have sex with any one other than Jamie, so it usually
ended up with some simple jerking off and that was that.  The only problem
 for Mike and me really was Jamie, and only then when it was his turn to
choose.  Still, what I'd said to him about Mike taking 'revenge' seemed to
be holding, so that although he liked to fuck Mike he never bragged about
it, and I guess Mike enjoyed fucking him, too.

The first night I was with Jamie was problematic, though.  I didn't
particularly want to fuck him as I'd almost come to the conclusion that the
'one man' policy was best, and so after I'd jerked him off and then had him
do the same to me, he lay there seeming to be a bit disappointed.  I
whispered to him to get to sleep but he wanted to talk - and the discussion
was about what I thought was wrong with Jamie!  I had to reassure him that
a lot of guys liked jerking off with other guys but wanted to 'save'
themselves for one particular guy when it came to fucking, but I'm not sure
he really accepted it.  Still, compared to the situation we'd had before
the 'wheels', everything was pretty much OK.  And with a steady flow of
work we were decently housed and well fed, and, as I pointed out to the
guys, we were getting to see a whole lot more of the country that people
usually did these days as travel was so expensive.

We had a stroke of luck when we hit one town - I can't remember its name as
so many of those small towns have merged into a sort of composite 'place'
in my memory - when I was enquiring about bus tickets out at the weekend
the clerk seemed surprised, as he told me that it was the County Fair day
on the Saturday.  We'd all been working pretty much non-stop for several
weeks and so I decided to give the guys a treat and booked tickets for the
Sunday instead, and then told them all that we'd be having a day off and
going to the fair.  As usual, Jamie was pretty sceptical and said that he
didn't want to spend the day looking at a lot of animals being paraded in
the rings, and I said that was OK as he could simply lie on the grass and
soak up the sun if he wanted to.

It was only when we got there that I realised that in addition to the
classes for cattle and pigs and chickens and so on there was also a
'Novelty Slave Show' as part of the proceedings.  I went to find out what
that was all about and discovered that unlike a proper championship show
where slaves were judged on their bodies, this was more of a 'fun' thing so
there were classes for the slave with the smallest dick, the ones whose
ears stuck out most, and so on.  Looking through the descriptions of the
classes I didn't think any of my guys would stand a chance - they were all
pretty good looking, as you know, and certainly 'smallest dick' would never
be something that they could aspire to.  Still there was a class for 'The
slave who looks most like his owner' and I reckoned that Mike and me would
be in with a chance and so I paid the entrance fee and signed up.

In the afternoon we all went to the show ring and it was a lot of fun,
actually to see some of the classes - the ears sticking out, the slave with
the biggest feet, all that kind of thing was fun.  But when the slave with
the smallest dick was judged I thought it was pretty much of a cheat as the
prize was awarded to a slave whose owner had had him 'stubbed' so he had
almost no dick at all! The real prize winner in that class should have been
a huge nigga - a really massive guy who probably worked as a draft animal
judging by his muscles - who when he had to drop his shorts for the judging
was seen to have a really, really short thin dick, quite out of proportion
to the rest of him - the crowd all roared and cheered as he was paraded
around, but his owner was only awarded second prize.

When they announced the class for the slave who looked most like is owner I
almost dropped out immediately - I thought they'd be looking for guys with
the same build, the same kind of face, and stuff like that.  But in fact it
seemed that the competition was mostly about clothes: owners and their
slaves appeared wearing the same kind of suits and stuff like that,
irrespective of their size.  There was a sizeable prize, though, and there
was no way I could get my entry money back so I thought we might as well
enter anyway, but I was pretty pissed off.  It was Darren who came up with
the solution: "If you and Mike strip off, Steve, you'd be certain to win:
you'd both be dressed the same - in nothing - and then they'd have to agree
you were really alike as you've got the same build, the same size dicks,
everything."

I really didn't want to do that, but Jamie started laughing and said
something like "Steve doesn't want to strip in front of all these folk -
it's not as if he's a gladiator now, and he's no longer got a six-pack,
unlike Mike...."

I slapped him - not hard, but kind of half in jest - as he needed to
remember that Mike and me were still the guys who really ran things and
that young guys like him needed to remember their places, and he grinned
back at me and muttered "...and you can't even hit hard any longer!"

It was a good idea, though, but when I went to the judges and asked if it
was OK to strip they came up with a problem: it was OK for slaves to be
naked but there was a town ordinance that forbad free men being nude in
public.  It was Darren who again saved the day, though - he'd noticed a
slave wear stall and raced off there with a couple of new dollars and came
back with two G-strings: tiny white satin-like triangles with strings on
each corner, and Mike and I stood there and put them on.

We caused a sensation when we came out into the judging ring - two big,
tough guys like us wearing those tiny, utterly minimal pouches which barely
concealed our dicks and balls, and which were so small that it was quite
apparent to everyone that we shaved and trimmed most of our pubes.  All the
fancy suits and scarves and hats and stuff were quite forgotten by the
crown in the excitement of seeing me and Mike, arms around each others
shoulders, strutting proudly around the ring.  We won first price by
popular acclaim, I reckon!  It felt a bit odd, though: the last time I'd
appeared in public wearing so little had been in the arena in front of an
audience of thousands, and somehow this was very impersonal: the closest
spectator was a long way from us because the floor of the arena is of
course sunk, and the sheer volume of people makes it easy to see them as a
solid mass and not as individuals.  It was quite different here where the
crowd was behind
 simple rope barriers at the edge of the show ring, and there were only few
hundreds of them so they were much more individual.  I could feel Mike
trembling slightly and he muttered to me that it was a bit like when he'd
first been sold and paraded around the dealer's selling ring. "It was OK
until they told me to drop my shorts and run two circuits totally naked",
he added.  "That was the first time I'd ever had to expose myself to more
than one woman at a time!"

After we'd collected the prize Mike and I stood there surrounded by Jamie,
Darren and Luke, and I saw a guy looking at us intently - well looking at
our bodies, I reckon.  He had that air of casual elegance about him that
shouted 'money', and I reckon he was a couple of years older than Luke and
Darren - probably twenty two or three.  Jamie handed me my boxers and jeans
which he'd been holding and I told the guys to cluster around me so I could
change - but I reckon he caught a glimpse of me between their bodies as I
did so, and he continued to stand there pretending not to stare at us even
though he was clearly keenly interested.  I therefore told Mike to get
dressed, but this time to do it very openly as there was no prohibition on
him being naked, and now the young guy couldn't tear his eyes away - and I
saw that his expensive looking slacks were bulging very prominently at the
front.

I thought the guys deserved a treat as we'd won the prize and they'd been
working so hard for so many weeks, and was about to head off to the
barbecue tent when the young guy came over and said, very politely, "I must
congratulate you on owning some fine slaves, sir.  I was impressed with the
one you had with you in the arena, but these others, too..."

"Why thank you.."

"And you yourself, sir - in such amazing condition, too...."

"I try to keep in shape!"

"And obviously succeed, sir.  Might I buy you a drink?"

"That's extremely kind, but I'm taking my slaves to the barbecue tent.
They haven't eaten properly yet today, and they've been toiling away all
week...."

"That's amazing!  An owner who truly cares for his slaves.  No wonder they
are such a credit to you.  But might I accompany you and buy you a drink
there?  It would be a pleasure to watch your slaves eating...."

"Well I need to, too!  You can sit and watch all of us..."

"Thank you, sir..."

"I'm Steve....", I added, sticking out my hand.

"Ryan....", the guy replied, and we shook - his hand was hard and firm, and
as guys do we each increased the pressure to see who was going to flinch
first, up to that point when we saw that neither of us was going to give in
and so we smiled at each other and broke off mutually.

At the barbecue tent things were segregated - I could send in the guys to
buy stuff for me so that as a free man I did not have to queue, but there
was no way that we were going to be allowed to share the same table to eat
it, as the tables were all clearly marked "Free men only", and we saw a lot
of what must be slaves sitting on the grass outside the roped-off
enclosure.  Ryan seemed to want to talk, though, and he casually tossed a
lot of new dollars at Mike and said "Your master and I will have beers and
the special pulled pork rolls.  And you and the other slaves can have what
you like - but only one beer each..." Then he stopped and blushed and
looking at me almost stammered "I'm sorry, Steve.... I get so used to
ordering things.  Is a beer and sandwich OK for you?"

"Sure.  And thank you.  But let me pay..."

"No, you're a guest in our town - well at least I assume you are, as I
haven't seen you around before, and I'd certainly remember you if I
had...."

Ryan and I sat at a relatively secluded table and Luke almost immediately
came out with our beers and said the sandwiches would be along shortly.  We
clinked glasses, and then Ryan, looking rather embarrassed, muttered
"Steve, can I hire your slave Mike for a few hours?"

"In principle, yes.  But we're leaving tomorrow..."

"Oh that will be fine.  I need him for a couple of hours tonight..."
Seeing my look of curiosity he started to blush. Then muttered "Look,
Steve, you look like a fair-minded sort of guy, judging by the way you
didn't mind exposing yourself alongside a slave like that.  But it's not
easy living in a small town like this, you know...."

"It seems a pretty nice place to me, Ryan..."

"Yes, I always thought that, growing up.  But then I went away to college,
and it's a different world out there.  And now I'm back I can't stand it -
it's too small, people are so provincial, they don't understand..."

"So leave!"

"Dad won't let me..  He'd cut me off.  I'd have no money..."

I looked at him and he seemed to be so unhappy.  "You've been to college.
You look like a well set-up kind of guy.  What's more important to you?
Being happy, or having your dad's money?  Just quit, and go and get a
job...."

"It's not as simple as that.  I went to college.. But I didn't
graduate...."

"You don't look stupid!"

"I'm not.  But I had other things to do...."  He saw me looking curiously
again, and blushed deeply.  "You don't know what it's like growing up in a
town like this, especially when your dad owns all the land and most of the
businesses.... Where everyone knows you, everyone's talking about you,
everyone's watching your every move...."

"And at high school, Ryan, I bet all the girls wanted to hook you as you'd
be a good catch, so there'd be lots of gossip and it would be hard to
actually make out...?"

"Yes, especially I was captain of football and all that stuff.  I like
using my body, Steve."

"So what went wrong at college?"

"Nothing went wrong.  But I was off the leash for the first time in my
life.  And I guess I overdid the social stuff..."

"Partying, drugs, sex...."

A huge smile broke out on Ryan's face.  "Well the partying and the sex,
sure!"  He then started to look miserable again as he continued "But now
I'm back here there's no partying... And no sex...."

"I'd have thought that those high school chicks would still be throwing
themselves at you..."

"They try, Steve.  But I'm not interested.  When I was at college I was
able to act as I've always wanted to - I like guys, Steve, and at college
that was OK.  I made lots of friends, then fucked a lot, a whole
lot.... And now I' back here...."

"Oh come on!  In a town this size there must be a lot of guys who'd want to
fuck with a good looking stud like you..."

"There might be - but I couldn't do it, could I?  They almost certainly
rent from dad, or work for him....  The scandal... It's a very conservative
place...."

"So buy a slave..."

"Dad wouldn't let me.  And, anyway, slaves talk....."  He gripped my hand
across the table.  "Look, Steve, I feel I can tell you all this as you're
clearly a man who appreciates the finer points of a guy's body - well,
judging from those slaves you own.... And so I thought that I could get
some temporary relief, I could hire that slave Mike for a couple of
hours... And you're leaving town so there would be no talk...."

"...and fuck him?"

Ryan nodded.  "I need another guy to fuck, Steve, need it so much... It's
been a couple of months...."

"But why Mike?  Aren't there any 'Pleasure Palaces' in this part of the
country?"

"Look at the ass on him! That's why.  I've managed to keep it all in check,
managed with jerking off, but I'm desperate.  And I'd have to drive a
hundred miles to a pleasure place where our family wasn't known...."

At that moment Jamie arrived and plonked two plates down in front of us
with huge pieces of bread and piles of meat on them.  "Fuck you, Steve", he
muttered.  "Ditching your buddies and dining with the fancy folk..."

As he turned to go Ryan looked shocked.  "He's your slave... And he spoke
to you like that...."

I laughed.  "We're not exactly owner and slave, Ryan.  Well, in law we are.
But all five of us are more like buddies... We've been through a lot
together..."

"He's got a nice ass, too....", Ryan muttered as we watched Jamie crossing
the enclosure.

"I can see you're an ass man!  And yes, he has - that's what all the
training did, and now they all work hard at physical labour..."

Seeing Ryan's inquisitive stare I gave him a brief history of how we'd been
gladiators, and as I did so I saw him shuffling around in his seat as if he
was really uncomfortable.  When I'd finished he leaned forward so that no
one at the surrounding tables could hear.  "Fuck me, Steve!  I've almost
shot my load into my pants hearing all of that. You've got to let me rent
Mike now, I need it...."

I thought about it, and it seemed to me that I'd be doing a real favour for
Ryan.  And I felt certain that he'd pay whatever I asked for, in reason,
and the money would certainly be helpful.  There'd be a real problem with
Mike, though - as you know, he doesn't like being fucked, and when he
learned that I'd hired him out as a pleasure slave I knew there'd be
trouble.

"Look, I can't promise anything. But come to our motel tonight, around
seven, and I'll see what can be done."

Ryan went off then and the five of us spent the rest of the afternoon just
mooching around, eating ice cream, looking at the animals, and all that
sort of stuff.  Mike even won a small prize in the chicken throwing
competition, taking over from one of the owners when the guy pulled a
muscle half way through.  We had pizza from a coal-fired mobile pizza van,
and then made our way back to the motel all really mellow and happy.  It
was only then that I really remembered that I needed to talk to Mike, but
as I was about to start there was a knock at the door.

Luke answered it and Ryan strode in - he's a tall guy, kind of confident
looking, and he didn't seem to mind the stares from the four of them as
they looked at him standing there on the threshold - or were they looking
at the case of beer that he had casually slung on one shoulder?

I made introductions, and Ryan opened the beer and tossed us all a can, and
when we'd finished that - very quickly - another.  We were making small
talk about the fair and stuff like that, when Ryan suddenly stood up.  As
we watched, he undid his shirt and tossed it aside, then pulled off his T
to reveal his nicely muscled and furred body.  Still smiling at us he undid
his belt, pushed down his jeans and stepped out of them.  We were all
staring now at his white cotton briefs- the very thin white cotton that
usually only slave clothing is made out of, and as he saw us looking Ryan
stroked his crotch suggestively and said casually 'I can't abide expensive
underwear - it's too tight.  A man needs to have a bit of freedom, doesn't
he...."

He smiled again, staring at each of us individually, then pushed his briefs
off.  His dick sprang up as if pleased to be released, and it was properly
in proportion to the rest of him.  There was no trace of the 'free man's
band' of white around his middle, and he twisted and turned a bit
seductively as he told us casually 'It was a good summer and the roof of
the dorm building at college was pretty private for me and a few of my
buddies..."

Ryan then looked at me.  "I thought you said you and your buddies were all
real guys who liked a bit of fun.  What are you waiting for?  Are you
ashamed of your bodies, or don't you think you can get it up?"

I don't know if you guys reading this have ever been to an orgy, but it can
be a lot of fun.  We used to do it sometimes at the gladiator school, but
the five of us had kind of got out of the habit, and as you know we anyway
had our own particular preferences for partners.  But with Ryan there the
whole dynamic changed, and a guy can't make a challenge to a lot of
gladiators about being ashamed of their bodies and not being able to hold
an erection without triggering some action, can he?  Within seconds we had
all torn our clothes off and our normal rather staid sexual habits had been
forgotten.

It was obvious that Ryan was a real 'party animal' - he'd suck any dick
placed within reach of his mouth, push his dick into any hole that was
available, kiss, lick, tickle, tease.... And he was lithe and active and
threw himself into it with the kind of enthusiasm that only a guy who
hasn't had sex for some time can.  We all utterly exhausted ourselves, and
finally fell asleep from utter exhaustion in one bed in a mad tangle of
arms, legs and bodies.

In the very early hors of the morning I woke up and as usual Mike was
somehow curled around me, snoring gently, with that soft look on his face
that only someone who has seen him asleep could guess that he has,
considering how fierce he can be in the day.  There was a lot of suppressed
muttering and laughter from the other bed and I looked across to realise
that somehow we'd unravelled ourselves and now Jamie, Darren, Luke and, I
presumed, Ryan, were in the other bed and were fucking away.  I drifted
back to sleep, somehow wondering if what I'd seen was true or if it was one
of those dreams you have when your sleep is disturbed.

I knew it wasn't a dream in the morning, though, as when I got up to piss I
saw the four young guys lying sprawled together, bodies and limbs casually
intertwined.  I woke Mike up and pointed at them and he smiled at me, and
we pulled some clothes on and went to get our breakfast.

"Ever feel you're getting old?", he asked me as we ate.  "When I was first
a gladiator I used to be one of those young guys who fucked all night...."

"I thought you only liked bitches?"

"Oh, by the time I met you I was winning, and I could afford them.  But
when I was new all of us younger gladiators used to play together like that
- we were all so horny all the time and it was natural for us to fuck each
other.  It really takes me back.  I can't do it now, though."

"Why not?"

"Because you always want to go to sleep when we've fucked or even jerked
off, Steve!"  He laughed, and I felt so good to have a guy like Mike I
could be with like this.  Then he said "What time does the bus leave?"

"Oh fuck!  We'd better go and get the others up.  You'd better buy them
some burgers and coffee - no, milk, as they've had enough stimulation I
guess..."

I rushed back to the room and pulled at the naked guys, and soon they were
all standing there with their morning piss hard-ons.  "Get showered, pull
some clothes on, the bus leaves soon...."

"Take me with you, Steve" Ryan said.

"What?"

"You heard me.  I want to come with you.  I haven't had such fun since I
left college...."

"No, Ryan.  You're a free guy.  You've got your life here...."

"I've got no life here, Steve.  I told you that last night.  Dad's got some
bitch lined up for me to marry - it's more like cementing a deal between
two companies than anything else.... I like guys, and being with Darren and
Jamie and Luke last night has made me realise what I've been missing since
I left college."

"Ryan, it won't work.  You've got money, you're a free guy, you can't do
the sort of work these guys do - labouring - you..."

"Yes I can, Steve.  And I've got no money, not if I leave: dad will cut me
off without a cent.  And what else can I do?  If I fall out with dad, as
I'm bound to as I won't marry the bitch he has lined up for me, I'll end up
as a labourer anyway, and without guys like you around me I'll probably
fail, then I'll be penniless, and be enslaved...  Better to join up with a
great bunch of guys like you..."

"I'm sorry, Ryan, but it's out of the question.  You're a free man, and
it's difficult enough to convince folk that we're 'legitimate' - one owner
and his four slaves.  We'd never convince anyone there could be two free
men and four slaves..."

"That's OK, Steve.  I'll act like a slave, I'll work alongside the guys
here..."

"Sorry, Ryan, but you don't know what you're saying", Jamie cut in.  "You
can't just act like a slave, it isn't that easy.  Some of the jobs Steve
hire us out for are really tough, and they have overseers and people like
that with a tawse or a cane to 'encourage' us - have you ever had a cane
across your ass to make you work harder?"

"No.  But I had some pretty sadistic coaches at high school and college who
really made me work..."

Jamie took a step towards Ryan and stood facing him.  Ryan was a couple of
inches taller and probably had a few pounds of muscle over Jamie, but Jamie
was as usual totally unafraid.  He reached out and ran his hands over
Ryan's chest and belly, as so many people had done to Jamie in the past, to
'inspect' him.  "So OK you've got a nice body - you were OK in bed.  But
these are 'gym' muscles - nothing like what you get from gladiator training
and then solid hard manual labour.  There's no way you could keep up with
us when we were working."

"I bet you were like this at some point...", Ryan countered.  "But you must
have toughened up, so I can too."

"...toughened up with harsh gladiator training!  There's no way a guy like
you can start that now."

I began to feel sorry for Ryan who was trying to argue logically with
Jamie.  There's no real way of doing that as the moment he senses he's
losing the point he shifts the argument to something else.  With Jamie you
needed to listen, then state your point, then hit him if he carried on
talking rubbish.  "Jamie, of course he could toughen up.  I came in as a
gladiator..."

"...but you were a marine, already pretty tough."

"And I was a top athlete at college", Ryan chipped in.  "So what's the
difference?"

At that moment Mike came into the room clutching a big paper bag with
breakfast.  "What the fuck's going on?" he demanded.

"Ryan here wants to come with us", Jamie told him.  "He reckons he could
keep up with the work.  There's no way - he hasn't had all the training
like we did."

"I reckon you're right, Jamie.  But he can learn."  He looked at Ryan and
said "Are you certain?  You're willing to be treated like Jamie, Darren and
Luke?"

"Of course!"  Ryan said this in the kind of annoyed tone only free men
really use, and I could see it angered Mike.

"On all fours then.", Mike snapped.  "Get your shoulders on the floor, and
that cute ass of yours up in the air and I'll fuck you..."

"I like sex as much as the next guy", Ryan said calmly, "But I don't get
fucked."

With that incredible fluid fast motion that he has Mike hit him, threw him
to the floor, turned him over, and started to fuck him.  Ryan was at first
too dazed to shout or protest, but as Mike's dick rammed home he started to
scream, and Mike casually hit him again and resumed fucking.  I tried to
stop him, but Jamie and Darren held me back - I'm no match for both of them
and they were acting concertedly.  "You've got to let this finish", Darren
hissed.  "There's no way of stopping this without causing mayhem.  And it's
Ryan's fault..."

Afterwards - and it didn't take long, as fighting always really arouses
Mike - Mike hauled Ryan to his feet.  "See, boy?  This is how a slave gets
used by other slaves.  Still want to come with us?"

Ryan went to throw himself at Mike, but Luke pushed in.  "Fuck you, Mike!",
he shouted.  Then he tugged at Ryan "Come on... You'll feel better after a
shower.  And you can wear my spare pair of slave shorts."

The two of them went into the bathroom, and Darren said to Jamie "It looks
as if your little brother has got himself a lover. Ryan wanted to play with
all of us last night, but Luke was really turned on by him, I reckon."

End Of Part Forty Two