Date: Sun, 4 Jul 2010 11:19:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Reluctant Gladiator, Part Nine

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

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I was amazed that Mike did what he usually did - he grabbed hold of the
bitch and began to fondle her breasts, then pushed off the skimpy "skirt"
she wore so that he could rub up and down her naked body.  His own uniform
was roughly pushed down a moment later, and his erect dick sprang up and
was soon crushed against the bitch's bare skin.  He put one arm around her
waist and began to lower her onto his mattress, ready for fucking.

"Mike!  Jamie's here....."

"So fucking what?"  Mike's reply was stifled as he had his face buried in
her breasts, nuzzling away.

"Mike, the kid's sixteen!  You can't fuck in front of a sixteen year old."

Mike stopped his foreplay, raised his head, and said carefully "Listen,
Steve, what I said a few moments ago to those guards was correct - 'all for
one and one for all': all of us slaves here, and that includes you, even
though you'll be free again one day, are gladiators.  And I treat all
gladiators the same: with respect.  And anyway, as you rightly said,
Jamie's sixteen, and he wouldn't be here if he wasn't - and at sixteen, a
man's a man.  I've fucked bitches with you in here ever since you arrived,
so I don't see what difference it makes having another guy in the audience
too."

"There's a difference between what's OK in the law, but sixteen's too young
to be watching...."

Jamie broke in at that point ."Hey, Steve, Mike's right.  I am a man.  And
it's not as if I don't know about fucking!  That's one of the reasons I was
enslaved - for fucking my girlfriend.  And I've seen other guys do it
before - some of the school football team hired a whore after a big match,
and some of us watched them....."

Mike just smiled at me, and said casually "See.....", and began work on the
bitch again.

Jamie and I sat side by side on the other mattress watching Mike's usual
virtuoso performance - well, in the tiny room there wasn't anywhere else to
sit, and no way of avoiding the sight (even if we could have shut out the
sounds of the bitch's moaning and Mike's grunts as he fucked away).  He
likes to take his time, though, and I thought he was at the point of
shooting several times before he slowed down, then moved the bitch to
another position, before starting again.  And of course it was very
arousing - I was so embarrassed as I'd sprung a huge boner and the soft
pouch of my uniform was tented out, with a damp spot becoming visible on
the white cotton from my pre-cum.  I tried to conceal this from Jamie by
moving my position, but there wasn't much space at all, and I realised that
I might as well not have bothered as Jamie was in the same condition.

When Mike finally did finish he rolled over onto his back, lying by the
side of the bitch, with his cock slimed with his cum and her juices lolling
along his muscular thigh.  "Time for seconds now....", he began, and I
started to get to my feet ready to go over to the bitch - in spite of not
really wanting to do it in front of Jamie, I was so horned up by seeing
Mike going at it that I suppose I no longer really cared.

"Hey, Steve - slow down, hold on.... We've got a guest...."

"It's OK, Mike.  Now he's seen you, what harm can there be if he watches
me?"

"Steve, I may be a slave, but I haven't forgotten my manners.  Guests go
first - I reckon Jamie ought to have second shot, and you can go third, if
there's time."

I was so amazed that I didn't know what to say.  I mean, the bitch was a
mature woman, like Mike and me, and there's no way a sixteen year old ought
to be fucking someone like that.  "No, Mike, she's too old for Jamie...."

"Steve, shut up!  You heard Mike, I'm a man, like the rest of you.  And a
man makes his own decisions about things like this."  As he said this,
Jamie got to his feet and pushed his uniform down.  His dick was rampant,
at forty five degrees to his body, but he looked so young and vulnerable as
like all the young gladiators he'd been completely body shaved.  He was
still pure white around his butt and thighs, too, as he'd obviously worn
long-legged swimmers when he was at the pool - the stark whiteness of his
loins was emphasised by the contrast with his deeply tanned torso, legs and
arms.

Mike and Jamie exchanged places, and I had the scent of Mike's sweating
body and his cum next to me as I sat there - if anything, this made me even
more horny.  Jamie almost leaped onto the bitch, and she began to complain
and say she wasn't going to service two guys!

"Slap her, slap her hard, and show her who's boss!", Mike called out as he
saw Jamie was obviously worried.  "She's only a bitch, and here at Philips'
Fighters bitches have only one use - to satisfy gladiators."

I saw Jamie hesitate, then, as the abuse form the bitch continued, he
raised himself up slightly and struck her a stinging blow across her face.
She was shocked into silence, then began to wail, but soon stopped as Jamie
half stood astride her, and raised his arm threateningly again.

"That's right!", Mike shouted.  "You've got the making of a real gladiator,
Jamie.  Now, get stuck in...."

Mike and I sat there and watched and it was somehow very, very erotic.  I
suppose I'd got used to seeing Mike's powerful butt and thighs thrusting
his thick cock into the different bitches he hired, but with Jamie it was
somehow different: the contrast of his tan and snow-white thighs, his slim
almost boy-like hips and butt, his long thin dick, and the totally
different way he went about it - not starting slowly and working up to a
faster and faster frenzy as Mike and I do, but going at it really hard and
very fast right from the start.  The bitch was squirming around underneath
him and moaning and shouting as he thrust in and out of her with such a
ferocious intensity, and then, almost as quickly as it had begun, it was
over.  Jamie threw back his head and shouted out "Jesus fucking Christ, I'm
cumming....", his whole body arched in one convulsive last thrust, and then
he fell forward on to the bitch, lying there, covered in sweat, and with
his chest
 rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to get his breath back.

Mike put his arm around my shoulder, and began to laugh.  "Fucking hell,
Steve!  That was a better show than you ever put on.  I reckon that if
Jamie hadn't become a gladiator he'd have made it big in porn movies.  Look
at the length of those strokes, and the speed....  Still, that's what you
expect from young guys, I suppose - lots of enthusiasm, lots of energy...."

"...but not a whole lot of technique", I added, not all that pleased to
hear Mike saying I wasn't as good a stud as Jamie.

I got to my feet and pushed my uniform down, and was sort of pleased that
my dick bounded upwards - I mean, if you are going to fuck in front of
other guys, you want to do it properly, don't you, and you don't want to
have to stand there trying to get an erection before you start?  I went
over and offered Jamie a hand and hauled him to his feet - he was still
half-erect, and I suppose it must have looked a bit like a father and son,
with me being older and so much bigger and more powerful than his
relatively light and skinny frame - although I guess there's not a lot of
fathers and sons who stand in front of each other naked, or, if they do,
certainly not sporting erections!  I was really ready for it now, even
though I could see traces of both Mike and Jamie's cum on the bitch - I
suppose I was so aroused that I was past caring.  But as I was about to go
into her, the lock rattled and the guards came in to take the bitch away.

"Look at this!", one of them said to the other.  "He's still at it!  The
beast - it's been the best part of an hour and the fucker's still doing it.
And making his buddy, and a kid watch!  It's no wonder these men get
enslaved - they're no better than animals - put them near a bitch, and they
can't help but fuck her regardless of who else is around."

"Hey...", I began, my tone showing my anger.  Not only was it untrue in
general as what choice did they give us but to watch each other, crowded as
we were into such a small room?  And it was Philips' Fighters who made the
whole thing possible, after all - if they didn't want us to fuck, why did
they have their elaborate points system, and allow us to "buy" time with a
bitch?  But it was especially unfair as I hadn't even fucked her this time!

"Keep a respectful tongue in your head, slave!", the guard rapped out,
unless you want a taste of my prod.  "And put that cock of yours away - we
don't want to see it swinging around like that, dripping pre-cum."

I clenched my fists in anger and felt my body going into "fight" mode.
Mike obviously noticed, too, as he sprang up off the mattress and
positioned himself between the guard and me, with his back to the guards.
He pushed gently at me to make me move back slightly (classic tactics to
try to defuse aggression, I suppose) and said half over his shoulder to the
guard "It's OK, sir - Steve's just a little overexcited.  You know how it
is when you're having sex...."

That's one of the things about Mike, I suppose - he's a sort of "people
person", in that his body language and the way he was pushing me very
gently was somehow calming.  And at the same time what he said to the guard
was in some way kind of "conspiratorial", as if he and the guard were
sharing a truism common to all men.

"All right, boy", the guard said to me.  "Just be a bit more respectful
next time.  And help the bitch up...."

Mike was making small gestures at me with his head and face, and I realised
what he wanted.  "Yes, sir, sorry, sir", I managed to say to the guard, and
it was as if Mike almost visibly relaxed as the tension went out of the
situation.

Mike kept himself between me and the guards, though, as they led the bitch
out and locked the door, as if his presence signalled both to them and to
me that everything was under control.

"You stupid fucker, Steve!", he snapped at me as soon as the door was shut
and locked.  "You stupid fucker!  Going on at the guard like that...."

"They were wrong, Mike, you know that, they...."

"They are guards, Steve.  And you're a slave.  So they're always right, OK?
And they've got prods, and if they'd used them on you, they wouldn't have
stopped there.  And I don't much care if you get prodded - sometimes you
can be such a pain in the ass that I reckon you need it a few more times to
ram home the lesson to you that you're a slave.  But I certainly don't want
it, and there's Jamie, too..."

"Next time, mind our own fucking business... I'll deal with the guards for
myself...."  I was getting angry now, probably because I had been expecting
to fuck and was now totally frustrated.

"As I said, Steve, sometimes you can be a real pain in the ass.  You have
no idea about how a slave should behave if he wants to avoid trouble.
You're lucky Straughan put you with me to teach you the ropes...."

It was unwise of me I know, but Mike had been pressing towards me all the
time we'd been speaking, and now I put the palms of both hands on his
shoulders and pushed back at him - there's only so much of a man's space
you can invade.  And, of course, like the previous time Mike reacted
instantly and by reflex.  Bu I had been trained more and was a lot fitter
than I'd been the last time we fought, so it wasn't the pushover it had
been.  Mike and I grappled around on the mattresses and concrete floor,
with Jamie leaping around avoiding our bodies as best he could.

I may have done better, but Mike was still the champion and after a minute
or so he was sitting astride me, his knees pinioning my arms to the ground.
He sat there, his dick now erect again, glistening with his cum and the
bitch's juices.  "I ought to fuck you this time, Steve.  You didn't learn
last time.", he told me.  "But luckily for you that bitch tired me out.  So
just kiss my dick, Steve, and that'll end it...."

"No way!"

"Steve, remember what happened last time?  Do you want to suck my dick,
with Jamie watching?  Or perhaps I need to go the whole way - show you
who's boss in here by using your ass..."

"You wouldn't....."

"Want to risk it?"  As he said this, Mike moved his body forward so that
his dick was right over his face.  I was assailed by the smell of sex.  I
tried to turn he head, but Mike gripped me by the chin and dug his thumb
and fingers into my face, quite painfully, to hold me there.  He lowered
his dick and just touched the slit onto my lips.  "There, Steve.  I'll
accept that.  Not much of a kiss... But it will do, for the present."

He leaped up off me, and then went about pulling the mattresses together,
just as if nothing had happened.  Short of attacking him again, there
wasn't a whole lot I could do about it.  I felt utterly humiliated, though,
especially as I could see Jamie looking at Mike almost as if he was a hero.

"Bed time, then", Mike called out cheerfully as he finished pulling the
mattresses around.  He lay against the wall of our room, and motioned for
Jamie to lie next to him.  Jamie went to pull on his uniform, but Mike
shook his head, adding "No, Jamie.  Men sleep naked.  And you don't want
your dick constricted all night - and tomorrow you've got to wear that
uniform for the early morning exercise, and you don't want the front of it
all stiff where you leak cum all night!"

Jamie looked doubtful, but lay down, keeping a few inches between him and
Mike.  "So don't just stand there, Steve!  Get in", Mike told me, and all I
could do was lie between Jamie and the other wall of the cell - trying to
keep a few inches between us.

We only had two blankets, just as we only had two mattresses, and Mike
fussed around pulling them over all three of us as best he could, and then
we all tried to sleep.  I say "tried to", advisedly - Mike dozed off almost
immediately: well, he usually does as he uses his body hard all day and he
doesn't worry about things; and after sex, I'd found, he was specially
quick.  Jamie was soon asleep, too - I suppose all the newness and
excitement was overwhelming.  But I couldn't get to sleep - I was
frustrated and my cock was rigid, and I was worried about the punishment I
was going to get the next day.  I lay there, and, as you do, I started to
"toss and turn", only to realise that I was then pressed up against Jamie's
naked body.  After some time I knew there was only one thing to do - I had
to jerk off.  So turned to face the wall and lay there in a tiny cramped
space stroking gently at my dick as I didn't want to make a lot of movement
in case I
 disturbed Jamie.  I mean, it was bad enough when I had to jerk off
normally, with Mike on a mattress next to me, but that wasn't so very
different from doing it in the barracks surrounded by my marine buddies.
But the thought of doing it when I was inches away from another naked guy
with whom I was sharing a bed was so embarrassing - at one level I hated
myself for being weak and giving into my body, and at another I knew though
that this was the only thing I could do if I wanted to sleep.

I worked and worked away, and even though my dick was rock solid and my
head was full of erotic thoughts about seeing the bitch being fucked, I
just didn't seem to be able to get the right mechanical action to get me to
shoot.  Instead of being quite quick, I reckon it took me about twenty
minutes, and my arm felt quite sore from being forced to operate for such a
long time in such a confined space.  And when I did shoot, there was the
problem of the cum - I tried to catch it as best I could and then bring my
hand to my mouth to lick it down, but I knew a lot escaped and when I moved
my hand back down my body I felt that damp sliminess in my pubes that
confirmed it.  I drifted into sleep knowing that the other guys in the
showers the next morning would all be laughing at me as they say those
strands of dried cum in my pubes - and I knew Mike would really make
something of it as he washed me!

When I woke up the next morning - I'm quite a light sleeper and I get
alerted by the sounds of the guards unlocking the other rooms along he
corridor - I wondered what the fuck was happening to me: there was a naked
body next to me, and for a moment I was thrown back into my old life when
I'd have hired a whore for the night and would wake up wondering where I
was and what I'd done.  Then of course the realisation flooded over me and
I remembered that the naked body wasn't a whore who I would wake and fuck
lazily before I paid her and turned her out, but Jamie.  I half sat up, and
for a moment I felt a pang of jealousy: Jamie was lying on his belly with
one leg thrown over Mike's massive thigh where he lay on his back.  And
Jamie's body was right up close to Mike, his head lying on Mike's arm, and
with his arm flung casually across Mike's chest and around his neck.

Yes, thinking about it, it was jealousy!  Look, I'm not queer or anything,
but I really envied Mike having Jamie so close to him, and the air of total
innocence of the young guy as he lay sprawled there only made it worse.  It
wasn't fair - it was me who had risked getting hurt by fighting Shaikal to
protect Jamie, and now it was as if it was Mike who was reaping the
rewards.

Still, there was not a lot of time for thinking as the guards like us up
and about, so I leaned over and slapped Jamie's naked butt hard, to wake
him.  And I leaned over him then to shake Mike awake, as I usually had to.
It's funny how people are in the morning, I find: once I wake up, I'm ready
to go.  But Mike, I knew, took ages to "get going" and was slow and
lethargic first thing.  Jamie seemed to be like that, too, as I had to
shake him quite roughly in spite of the slap on his butt, then he slowly
got to his feet, rubbing at his eyes.  Suddenly he realised where he was,
and his hands flew down to try to cover his morning hard-on.

"It's OK, Jamie... We're all men here", I told him.  "You'll see a lot of
the guys like that in the morning...."

Our cell was unlocked, and we went out to start the regular morning
exercise that I've already told you about.  Mike walked down the corridor
towards the arena with his arm slung companionably over Jamie's shoulder,
talking to him and explaining the routine, and as I followed them I again
felt jealous - no, annoyed would be a better word, I suppose - that Mike
was able to act like that when it was my action that had "saved" Jamie.

I suppose I'd forgotten about the punishment I was to receive because I'd
been thinking about these other things, but after our exercise when we were
led back to the mess hall I wasn't allowed to go to the counter and help
myself to breakfast.  Instead, as all the other gladiators watched, I was
told to stand at the end of the mess room and strip.  I decided to obey
without making a lot of fuss - to show that I was not scared about what was
going to happen, and almost didn't care: that would make me look tough to
my fellow gladiators.  But I did get worried when, instead of the usual
catcalls and jokes I might have expected as my uniform fell to the floor
and I was naked in front of them, the whole room was deathly silent and the
guys bent over their breakfasts, as if trying to pretend that nothing was
happening.

Two of the guys were ordered by the guards to do something, and went out,
to come back a few minutes later with a wooden device - it was like an
old-fashioned saw horse, with two pairs of legs in an "A" shape at either
end of a central beam.  It was clearly heavy and ruggedly constructed, as
the two gladiators carrying it were not having an easy time.

A guard came over to me and snapped "Hands behind your back", which I did,
and he went behind me and I realised I was having handcuffs put on.
Somehow I felt very vulnerable, unable to move my hands and arms, and being
totally exposed in my nakedness with now no possibility of even trying to
cover myself.  "Kneel", was his next command, and it was so unexpected a
thing to say that I thought at first I'd misheard.  He slapped my butt -
hard, really hard, and shouted "I said kneel, fucker!  You're in enough
trouble already."

The sound of the slap had caused all the gladiators to stop eating, and now
they were all looking at me.  I knelt, but kept my knees together and my
back straight so that my dick wouldn't scrape on the floor.  There was a
lot of fiddling around, then something cold went around my neck - they were
putting a collar on me, some sort of steel collar.  Then an order "stand",
which I did.

I soon found out the reason for the cuffs and the collar - the guard pushed
my cuffed hands high up my back - not particularly caring if he hurt me.  I
winced but didn't cry out as I didn't want the other gladiators to think I
was a wimp.  A piece of rope went from the collar to the cuffs - I could
feel it scratching against the skin on my back - then the guard pulled on
it as if to raise my arms even higher than they already were, and my head
was pulled back.  He then stood away, and as I wriggled and moved, I knew
he must have tied the rope as there was no way I could move my arms down
from their painful position.  If I'd felt vulnerable and exposed before, it
was doubly so now: my body was sort of thrust forward, making my chest,
belly and dick feel even more "on display" than they had been previously.

The guard led me over to the wooden beam, and looking at it more closely I
could see that the bar was of quite thick wood, perhaps a hands-breadth at
the bottom, in the shape of a triangle with the apex at the top.  It was
smooth and polished, but stained a lot in the middle.  The guard called two
gladiators over and they were ordered to kneel on either side of the beam
with their heads touching he floor.  The guard then ordered me to stand on
their backs, and straddle the beam.

It felt odd to have my naked feet on the guys' bare backs, and I guess they
didn't like it much as I'm quite heavy and it must be kind of humiliating
to be used as a small platform like that.  But I didn't have all that much
time to think about it as the guard snapped "Don't just stand there, waving
your dick around!  Lower yourself onto the beam!"  I did as he ordered, and
felt the wooden triangle press up between my thighs and against that
sensitive area between my balls and my asshole.  I pushed down on my feet
to get comfortable, and relieve the pressure on my crack - I wanted to say
"sorry, guys", to my fellow gladiators as I did this, as it must be hard
for them.  The guard then climbed on the backs of the two gladiators,
straddling the beam himself, so that he was standing behind me, and I felt
him fiddling at my collar.  I knew the gladiators were in severe discomfort
now - I could feel their bodies moving through the bare soles of my feet -
as
 the guard's boots must be hurting.  He didn't stay there long, but climbed
off and shouted something to one of his colleagues.  My head was pulled
slightly upwards, and twisting and turning as best I could I could now see
that another rope now connected my collar to a pulley in the ceiling, and I
was being held there.

The guards seemed satisfied with their work, and told the two gladiators
under my feet to drop to their bellies and crawl away.  As they did so, my
full weight bore down on to my crack as it sat on top of the beam, and one
of those pains rather like when someone has kicked you in the balls went
through me.  I tried to wriggle and take some pressure off, but it was no
use - with my hands cuffed up high behind my back, there was nothing I
could do: I tried gripping the beam with my hard muscular thighs but I was
at a huge disadvantage because of the triangular shape of the beam and the
inability to therefore get a proper grip.  And I realised that if I gave up
and decided to fall off the beam, the rope to my collar would effectively
hang me!

The pain got worse and worse, and I knew the other gladiators must have
seen other guys like me on the beam before, as they silently finished their
breakfasts and slowly walked past me, trying not to meet my eyes for fear
of showing their pity for me.  One or two of the braver ones - because the
guards were there with their straps, ready to lash out - muttered "Hang in
there, Steve", but that was all.

When the mess hall was empty Straughan sauntered past and looked at me.
"You're lucky I didn't have you castrated, you know that, don't you, boy?
But by tonight you'll be wishing I had as that beam pushing up at parts of
you not designed by mother nature to take your weight really will hurt.
Now be careful, as you're a valuable property and no good if you're dead -
just sit there, upright and still, and don't hang yourself!"

He walked off, giving a little laugh, and I sat there with an
ever-increasing level of pain rising up through me.  I began to sweat - all
over - and could feel it running from my arm pits down the sides of my body
in a little cold trickle.  But soon any tiny sensations like this were
totally overwhelmed as the pain turned into an all-consuming agony.

I know they gave me water during the day - one of the household slaves who
kept the place clean and who was watering the plants in the reception and
"client" areas was deputised to come past and use his long hose on a stick,
normally used for watering hanging baskets, to push water into my mouth -
but I was hardly aware of anything else as my senses were so totally
overwhelmed by the pain.  The only other thing I remember was having to
piss, after I'd drunk - and there was no alternative but to do it as I sat
there, allowing my piss to hose down into a big pool on the floor.

By the time the gladiators came back to the mess hall for dinner that night
I was past caring about the humiliation of being there with my piss pooled
under me - I could think of nothing else but the slow, remorseless
countdown to when I might be released - I guessed, rightly as it turned out
- that I'd be kept there as a lesson to the others until they'd finished
eating.  A lot of my buddies amongst the gladiators did what they could to
help, by going around the others insisting that they ate up quickly, and
didn't waste time having "seconds" (which we were normally allowed, if
there was spare food).  I still had to wait, though, as Straughan had to be
fetched as it was only he who could order my release.  He stood there
looking at me, then turned and addressed the room: "I know you men can
barely appreciate the agony Steve has been in all day.  But think about it
- even you light, young gladiators - your whole weight pressing down on
that sensitive
 part of your body.  You do not want to have to go through this yourselves,
so be careful, very careful, and obey all orders.  And let me give you a
warning - there will be only one warning - the next gladiator who attacks
another outside the arena will not even be treated as Steve has been - he
will, with no appeal, be castrated and sold off."

With that, Straughan turned and left, telling the gladiators they could
free me.  At once several of the big guys like me came over and took
grasped my legs, pushing me upwards, and struggling to undo the rope to my
collar.  New sensations of pain flooded through me as I was gradually freed
and lowered to the floor as blood rushed through previously cramped and
protesting parts.  My buddies were so concerned about me, though, that they
stood there and didn't care that their bare feet were in the pool of my
piss which remained under the beam.

Mike and another guy had to carry me back to our room as there was no way I
could walk.  They lowered me gently onto the mattress, then Mike said
calmly "Hang in there, Steve - I've 'borrowed' some of the analgesic cream
from the physio's treatment room.... Let me rub it in, as it may help."

I felt Mike's fingers start to push my thighs gently apart so he could get
he cream in, but shouted "No!  Not there! No-one touches me there!"

"Steve, mate, it's for your own good...."

"Mike, No!"

He carried on though, and I lashed out at him.  Mike stopped and pulled his
fingers away, then threw his body down on top of mine, effectively
pinioning me on to the mattress.  "OK, Jamie - you saw what needs doing",
Mike said.  "Stick your fingers in the cream, and come and grease Steve's
ass."

It didn't matter that I shouted and called Mike every vile name I knew - he
held me down as Jamie cautiously approached me, and then, with increasing
confidence, started to massage between my asshole and balls.  I felt like
weeping, at the thought of a sixteen year old taking such liberties with my
body.

End Of Part Nine