Date: Sat, 5 Mar 2005 12:15:37 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Spoils Of War, Part 12

THE SPOILS OF WAR  by Pete Brown.  petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part 12

It was somehow disgusting to have Lewis's cum all over
my belly, more disgusting even, in some way, than
having him actually fuck me.  It trickled down me,
heading towards my pubic hair.  Lewis was still
breathing hard, as you do when you've cum, as we all
know.  But he managed to say to me "Catch it, Spike -
you need it to lube m."

It seemed disgusting - I mean, running your own
fingers over your body to collect another guy's cum!
I didn't want to do it, and just lay there, wondering
what the fuck had actually gone on here - Lewis
evidently liked having me jerk him off, and for me -
well, I honestly don't know!  I ought to have been
disgusted, totally appalled at what I'd done - but
somehow, having Lewis's dick in my hand, having him
totally in my power and control, has been exciting and
thrilling.  But I didn't want to touch his cum now -
that's a different thing altogether, isn't it?  It was
bad enough having it running down me, but to have to
consciously collect it.... Well, no way!

"Spike, fucking well do as you're told!", Lewis said,
now sounding a lot less relaxed that he had a moment
ago.  "You'll need it to lube me up - they don't allow
artificial lubes here in the dorms, and if you're
going to fuck me, you're going to have to use my cum,
just as I used yours earlier."

"But I'm not going to fuck you, sarge.  I don't do
that..."

"Hey, Spike, you've got to get retrained!  I started
this morning, as that's the most difficult part, the
first time you have to take another guy's dick is
always the worst.  But you've got to learn - the
Colonel wants you to fight on the second channel -
that's the adult channel, right - and the decision's
been made, so the sooner you learn to go along with
it, the better.  But at the same time you need to
learn how to fuck a guy as well as take it - let's
hope you're going to win a lot, and then, if you do,
you'll need to finish the contest properly - and on
the second channel., that means fucking  the loser."

"Sarge, I don't want to...."

"Spike, it's not your decision, is it?  We're slaves,
remember, and slaves do what their owners tell them.
And the Colonel has bought you as a gladiator, he's
decided you're already suitable for the second
channel, and so you've got to learn about sex with
guys.   There's no decision, no choice - it's just the
way of the world.  And it can be done in two ways -
you can be strapped down on to the horse again, as you
were earlier, and then you can learn just by lying
there how to take dick - there's enough guys here
who've been looking at you since you came, an who'll
gladly line up and give you the 'education' you need.
Or, in a rather more relaxed way, you and I could lie
here and 'experiment' - play with each other, enjoy
the experience of two hard bodies together, and you
could learn nice and easy - and we could both have
some fn!"

"Sarge, you couldn't teach me to fuck by force.  You
can fuck me against my will, but there's no way you
can force me to fuck another guy.... You couldn't
teach me like that! "

"Sure we could, Spike.  We'd strap hour hands behind
your head, get some guys with nice asses lined up and
bent over, then we'd  stroke your dick to get you nice
and hard, and lead you over to an ass, hold your dick
it to position you at the hole, then a swift stripe of
a cane across your naked butt, and you'd thrust
forward, and bury yourself inside!  And once you're
in, you'd naturally pull yourself out again, but we'd
use the cane to make you go back.  It's surprising how
quickly the body learns that the rhythm of fucking is
vastly preferable to being hit constantly.  I've
taught a lot of guys like that - and now you'd laugh
if anyone suggested that at one time they didn't know
what to do, or didn't like doing it:  the body quickly
learns what it likes, you know."

I'd kind of pulled away from him as he'd been saying
this, and he saw the look of surprise, or was it
shock, on my face.   Half smiling, he went on "Anyway,
Spike, I don't think you'd like to go through all of
that, would you?  Wouldn't it be better just to lie
here with me, and let me show you how much fun it can
be?  I think you're half way there, anyway - I've
fucked a lot of guys for the Colonel like I did you
this morning, and I've never had any of them react as
you did... And all that moaning... Tell me, Spike,
tell me honestly, now, was it as bad as you thought?"

"It hurt, sarge... I hated it...."

"Did you, Spike?  Did you really?  Or did you hate
being tied down there, hate the humiliation of being
used, as I had to use you...."

"Sarge, I can't... It isn't right!"

"You must, Spike.  You've got no choice.  Now, whilst
we've got this time to ourselves... Come on, let me
teach you how to fuck a guy.... Scrape up some of my
cum off your belly, and let's get started."

I lay there, really wondering what to do.  I didn't
want to have to learn any of this, but what could I
do?  And, to tell you the absolute truth, I was just a
bit excited by the feeling of Lewis's body against
mine, the way his dick had felt when I stroked it and
made it cum  And now, as we lay so close together, the
scent of him, the sweat, and yes, the cum, even, was
doing something to me - Lewis's very presence was
turning me on, making my dick start to erect.

Lewis had evidently seen this, too, as he now softened
his tone, and, half smiling, said "Hey, it's not all
bad news for you, I can see.... Maybe, Spike, your
body's trying to tell you something that your brain
won't admit?  Come on, Spike... .get those fingers of
yours covered in cum, and start to lube me up and
loosen me a bit - you saw how it was done, earlier."

Almost in spite of myself, I felt my fingers wandering
over my belly.  Lewis's cum was still warm, and it was
thick - I guess that's because he was a lot older than
me:  I've noticed since that the younger you are the
more cum you produce, but it's generally rather on the
'thin' side.  As an older guy he didn't fire off as
much, but what there was of it was extremely rich and
creamy and there wasn't as much of that thin fluid
with it as there was with mine.

Tentatively and hesitantly I scooped the thick stuff
onto my fingers, and as I pulled them away from my
body, little "pseudopods" of the cum trailed between
my belly and my fingers, finally breaking off as I
moved my fingers further.  Lewis rolled onto his
belly, almost pushing me off the bed as he did so, and
nestled his head in his arms.  I saw his whole body
there in front of me, beautifully muscled and tanned,
and my dick gave another little twitch of excitement.
He sounded almost lazy as he drawled "OK, Spike - now
get stuck into my ass - feel for my hole, and start to
lube it... One finger first."

It seemed so odd and strange to be actually touching
Lewis's muscular butt.  I rested the palm of my hand
on it first, bridging over the crack between the
cheeks, and feeling its masculine vitality beneath me.
 Then very gently, as I was a bit scared, I suppose, I
tried pushing a finger down between his cheeks - it
was so warm down there, and so moist.  It just felt so
right to use my other hand to prise his cheeks apart a
bit to give myself more room, and then I was able to
scrape the tip of my finger along the bottom of his
crack, where the muscles joined.  Lewis was almost
moaning with excitement, and when my finger actually
touched his pucker, he positively squirmed with
pleasure.  It felt so odd - well, you know how it is:
deep down there, amid all that moistness and smooth
muscle, his pucker felt kind of withered, and dry,
almost.  I stopped there, resting, wondering if I
really dared to go on.  Lewis's body almost stretched
luxuriously, and he whispered into his arms "Oh yes,
Spike - go on, buddy.... Get in there..."

I pushed down experimentally with the tip of my
finger, and felt that resistance to entry.  Even
though Lewis wanted me to do it, the muscles always do
that, don't they?  But a I pushed harder and harder,
Lewis moaned in ecstasy, and so I was made bold by
this, and pushed harder.  It's incredible, isn't it,
when you first penetrate past the pucker?  All of a
sudden it's a lot warmer, and totally smooth.  I
moved my finger in and out a little, marvelling at how
easy it now was, especially with Lewis's cum to
lubricate it, and was "rewarded" by Lewis almost going
into a frenzy of tiny movements, as his body seemed
almost to want to suck my finger in.

Well, you can imagine what went on next - I sank my
finger as far as it would go so that  my palm was flat
against his butt, and kind of felt around in there -
it was so odd, feeling the silky smoothness of Lewis's
insides, and sensing him responding to my touch and
the motion by groaning and grinding his body into the
bed.  Well, it seemed perfectly natural then to push a
second finger in, and when I did that I seemed able to
reach further - I'd read in books and stuff about
being able to feel the prostate up there, and I knew
that that's what doctors did when they examined you
for your annual physical, so I kind of felt around for
it, but since I didn't really know what I was looking
for, I wasn't sure if I'd found it - and in the books,
when you touch a guy's prostate, they always  say that
he gives a great shout of enjoyment, and it makes him
cum!  Well Lewis didn't do any more than he had been
doing already, so I didn't know if it was all fiction,
or whether I just hadn't found the right spot up
there!

I remembered how Lewis had said he was "stretching"
me, and so I tried this, pushing my fingers apart
against the resistance of the muscle, and I was amazed
at how it opened up to my touch.  I'm sire that if I'd
have been able to see, there would have been a huge
gaping hole there up into his insides!  Lewis didn't
scream or anything though, as I'd done when he'd done
this to me, so I supposed you got used to it, and
after a time it was actually enjoyable.  I didn't know
how long I was supposed to go on like this, and from
the way Lewis was reacting I guessed it could have
been for a very long time as he was so evidently
enjoying it.  But he stretched his arms out, and I
watched the honed muscles in his shoulders and back
all flex as he did so, then he said calmly "OK, Spike,
when you're ready.... Get that dick of yours in there
now... I'm ready."

As he said this he pulled his knees up under him and
pressed his shoulders down into the bed, so that his
butt was trust up into the air.   I pulled my fingers
out of him, and he muttered "Come on now, Spike -
kneel  between my legs, and do your stuff!".  I
shuffled around do as he'd said, and was actually
surprised to see that my dick was already erect - I
just hadn't noticed it as I'd been concentrating on
working Lewis's ass with my fingers.  And not only
erect, but ready for action, as there was a trail of
drool, pre-cum, hanging down from my piss slit.  I
kind of crawled forward so that the end of my dick was
touching Lewis's butt, and you know how it is - that
initial moment when you first make contact with
another guy's skin caused a little shock to go through
me, and my dick jerked convulsively - rubbing the tip
against Lewis, and causing me to moan with pleasure.

I knew that his superb musculature kept his cheeks
firmly together, and it was almost with a savage
determination that I used both hands to prise them
apart, and now, with his butt raised in the air, I was
able to see his sphincter for the first time, lying
there puckered, normally hidden from view in the dark,
deep valley of his butt.  I felt my body quivering
with anticipation and excitement  as I tried to guide
my dick to its destination just by moving my hips, but
as we all realise, although that's fun, and as your
dick head moves around in the valley, you get a lot of
sensation, it doesn't really help.  I was sweating
with the sheer concentration of doing it "right" now,
and somehow I just "knew" that the right thing to do
was to keep his crack open with one hand, take a grip
on my shaft with the other and guide it home properly.


Touching his pucker with my dick head was a wholly new
excitement again, and almost instinctively I moved my
hips forward to force an entry for it - and to my
amazement I realised just how hard it is to actually
get through the sphincter!  I shuffled forward to try
to get more "leverage", but all that did was to start
to make my dick bend a bit, in spite of me thinking
that I'd never had such a stiff wood!  I gripped it
with my fingers,  pulled my hips back, then thrust
forward, suddenly and almost savagely.

Lewis gave a little shout of surprise, and a hot wave
of passion swept through me as all the nerves on the
flange of my dick head were excited by the movement
and the pressure as it made its entrance into Lewis.
Well, you can guess what happened next, I'm sure!  I
just had to experiment, sliding myself all the way in
until my pubic hair was hard against his butt, pulling
out, then pushing back in again, trying small strokes,
sometimes going faster, sometimes slower, and all the
time seeing how that pleased me, and how it was making
Lewis react as he lay there skewered on me:  he seemed
unable to control himself, crying and moaning as my
dick went in and out, and the more he did this, the
more I wanted to continue:  I could feel myself begin
to make longer strokes, so that my dick almost came
out of his ass totally before plunging back in as far
as it could go;  I speeded up, so I was doing it in
long, continuous fluid motions, and I did it harder,
almost thrilling to that characteristic "slap, slap,
slap" sound as my body slammed into his.

I couldn't stop.  I didn't want to stop.  The world
almost went away, as there was just me, my dick, and
this piece of male flesh surrounding it that was now
only there for my total satisfaction and enjoyment.  I
ceased to care about Lewis - cased, almost, even to be
aware of him and the desperate noises he was making as
my fucking continued.  I could feel that wonderful
strain in my butt as it bent in and out to drive my
dick like an iron piston, and I'd have been happy for
it all to go on for ever.  But that wasn't going to
happen, was it?  The inevitable approached, and with
mounting excitement, in a frenzy almost, I felt myself
starting to shoot.

One last mighty thrust forward with all my power, as
if I wanted to bury myself so deep that I need never
surface again, my back arched, my head was thrown
back, and I gave a great primeval scream, that cry of
triumph that us men have been making since the dawn of
time as they empty their seed into another man who is
totally helpless and powerless under them.

Reality snapped back to me then, and I realised what
I'd done.  I'd fucked Lewis, fucked him hard, and
unmercilessly.  And I'd enjoyed it!  I could feel my
heart racing, my chest heaving as my lungs sucked in
air, and that wonderful chill that sweeps over you as
your sweat-soaked body evaporates your sweat and cools
you.  It just felt so right then to stay inside Lewis,
to tug at his massive thighs gently to kind of spread
him out flat, lowering his butt, then to bend my body
forwards over his so that my chest and belly was lying
all along his own, sweaty, hot back.  My head was
close to his, and all I could say was "Wow...."

"So you liked that, didn't you, Spike?  That turned
you on, didn't it?  A guy who said he didn't like
fucking would never have gone at it like that - have
you been holding out on me?  You're used to doing
this, aren't you?    That wasn't your first time?"

"No, sarge.  I've never done it before... Never wanted
to do it before.. I used to think it was... well,
disgusting...."

"So what do you think now, Spike?"  There was almost a
laugh in his voice as he muttered this into the bed.

"Sarge, well, it was amazing... I never knew... "

"I told you that something that to men did together
that was a whole lot of fun couldn't be disgusting,
didn't I?  Now do you believe me?"

I didn't answer, but we just lay there together.  I'd
never felt so close to another guy before.  I'd never
realised just how great sex could be - doing it with
another guy ,a  guy who was strong and virile, as I
was, was so totally different from fucking a woman,
and not just different - no, it was infinitely better!
 As this realisation came to me, I was almost stunned
into silence.  My brain started to replay the whole
experience - feeling again the texture Lewis's dick as
I jerked him off, remembering how I'd felt his cum
splash out on to my belly, revelling in how he'd been
writhing under me as my fingers plunged in and out of
him, and finally  that utterly fantastic, totally
incredible feeling as I drove my dick in and out of
him, utterly vanquishing and subduing him, making him
powerless as he lay under me.  And now this strange
"companionship", this closeness, one man to another,
that fucking seemed to have brought about.  I wanted
to laugh out loud, I was so happy.

We lay there for a few minutes, then Lewis said "OK,
Spike - play time's over, at least for the time being!
 Pull out of me - but gently, now... And be careful, I
don't want shit all over the sheets, as I've got to
use them all week! "

Well, that kind of "sordid" aspect of the whole thing
really brought me down to earth with a bump, I can
tell you.  But I did as he said, inching my  dick out
of him, and just as he had when he'd come out from me
earlier, my dick was now covered in shit, and the
smell rushed up to my nose.  Lewis casually reached
down between his legs to almost hold his ass hole,
then, arms around each others shoulders, we walked
across the hall and showered again.

After the morning session I'd just stood there and
hadn't wanted anything to happen to me - I'd wanted
the world to go away, Lewis to go away, and just to
stand there in the cleansing water as if I could wash
the experience away.  But now I was so happy, that I
stated to do something I'd really not done before -
soaping my hands and starting to rub them all over
Lewis - and he of course did the same thing to me, and
there we were , two big, mature men, playing in the
shower, experiencing each others bodies all over,
laughing and joking, and being truly "together" in a
way that I'd really never been with another man
before.

Lewis didn't let me off the rest of the day, though -
I had to go and do an assault course all afternoon, as
that's really good, all-round work that gets you
totally fit.  And he made no mention of it that night
either - I was kind of worried, expecting to get asked
into his bed or something and have all the other guys
see, but he just ignored me, and I lay there in my
bunk, jerking off as usual (although now my thoughts
were on Lewis, and the way his hard, strong body had
felt as I fucked him).

As I was now an "experienced" gladiator I was soon
lined up for my first fight after graduating from
being a novice.  I hadn't really thought all that much
about it - the other experienced guys didn't seem to
think it was all that different from the novice bouts
I'd already been in.  But that first time, when I was
taken to the preparation area before my fight, I began
to understand that there were many differences.

Firstly, I'd been told that I was to make my first
"public" debut - instead of just fighting in a small
arena with only other gladiators watching, this was to
be before a crowd.  I was one of the "warm up" matches
scheduled before the night's big event, when one of
our guys was to fight a guy from another gladiator
school, and a thousand or more people were expected to
be packed in to the benches surrounding the main
arena.  As I sat in the preparation area, I could hear
the cheering and stamping coming from above, as a
comic "warmed them up" before the big show.  And then
there was the preparation itself - I was to fight a
guy from one of the other rooms, and wen we stripped
off our singlets and shorts, the first thing we had to
do was "oil up" - we were told to cover ourselves in a
light body oil, and massage it well into our skin as
it would make us glow and shine better under the arena
lighting (it was rather like baby oil - not designed
to be slippery after it was applied, as they didn't
want us to be unable to get a hard firm on each
other).  Well, you can do your own arms and legs and
front, can't you - but there's no way you can oil up
your own back.  And I found that it was the custom
amongst us gladiators to help each other - so he
turned his back to me, and I massaged the oil into his
strong shoulders, then ran my hands down his firm back
and even over his butt - well, it does give you an
opportunity to gauge the strength of your opponent, I
suppose.  Nothing had prepared me for our "costume",
though!  I suppose I ought to have known from talking
to the other guys, but somehow it had just never come
up:  instead of the brief but concealing boxer trunks,
they handed us these tiny white silk triangles with
strings on - G-strings, I suppose you'd call them!

My opponent must have been used to it, as he tied the
strings around his waist, pulled the third one down
between his legs and up through his ass crack, then
asked me to tie it to the waist strings at the back.
I did as he had done, and although my dick and balls
now felt relatively secure, I didn't like the idea of
having a naked butt!  And, indeed, somehow the tiny
white pouch, through which you could almost see the
outline of my dick anyway, make me feel really
embarrassed - it's one thing to stand there with
another guy, unashamedly naked, as he is;  but quite
another to be dressed as if it was designed to
"display" me, and have the covering rather as some
sort of erotic titillation.

There was no time to worry about it, though, as Lewis
came in and told us we were on:  that climb up the
stairs to the entrance to the arena was one of the
longest I think I've ever done - the bare butt of my
opponent was in front of me with just the white string
emerging from it, and I knew that Lewis must be
looking at my butt in the same way, as he followed us.
 Then, as we emerged onto the floor of the arena,
there was this huge shouting and roaring and a big
wave of applause as we marched to the centre of the
ring:  I just knew that every pair of eyes in the
place, men, women and kids, were looking at my body,
especially my naked butt.

There's no referee or anything at a gladiator match,
as those of you who follow them will of course know.
The promoter comes on and tells you the basics again -
no permanent damage, no eye gouging, and that if you
do, the guards will break it up and you'll be
punished. Then he walks away, and you start fighting.
Actually, there's no difference really from a novice
fight, I suppose:  the moment you start you just
forget all the embarrassment of your near-nudity and
just get stuck in.  I remember beginning to grapple
with him ,and then my normal "fighting rage" took over
-  almost before I knew it, that familiar mist had
come over my eyes and  I was pounding away at him, no
longer caring for what was going on around us:  the
sounds of the crowd dimmed, as I became wrapped up in
that tiny, isolated pool of consciousness as my whole
being focussed down to concentrate solely on beating
the other guy.

And when it was over, and the promoter came into the
ring and raised my arm to signify my victory, I just
didn't care:  the sweat that covered me was now making
the tiny silk pouch semitransparent, and I realised
that I was half erect with the sheer excitement of
victory, so that it was tented away from my body.  I
could taste his blood where it was smeared over my
face, and I licked at the salty freshness almost with
relish.

Afterwards, in the shower, I was still almost erect,
and it was as if my dick was telling me that what a
man needed to do when he's utterly vanquished an
opponent is to fuck!  But when I looked at my opponent
standing there, even more battered and bruised that I
was, I felt a twinge of pity for him -  but something
inside me, some primeval force, made me want to throw
him to the floor of the shower and simply fuck him:
I'd vanquished him in a fair fight, and now I deserved
the spoils of that war (rather , I suppose, as the
south believed it could fuck over us "losers" from the
north!).  But something still held me back - some
shred of civilisation still restrained me, and instead
of fucking him, which was what one part of me needed
to do, I helped him soap his back and wash my blood
off him.  It was different when I was back in our bunk
room, though - when I tore off my singlet and shorts,
my dick sprang up into the air, and in spite of being
battered and sore, I desperately needed some relief.
There was a lot of ribald laughter from my buddies
about my state, but Lewis told them to shut up - it
was apparently not at all unusual to have these
erections after winning a fight, and nothing to be
ashamed of.

 I would have willingly have gone to bed with Lewis
now, but he had never made any further mention of our
little escapade, and I was expecting to have to wait
until "lights out" before I could jerk myself off. But
as I was about to climb up to my top bunk, a hand
grabbed at my ankle.  I lowered myself to the floor
again, and the guy in the lower bunk, Stu, I seem to
remember he was called, whispered "You can get in
here, Spike..."

Stu was one of the light-weight gladiators, and I
hadn't had all that much to do with him before.
Well., I mean, every night he had to lie underneath my
bunk and see and hear me beating off, didn't he?  I
suppose it's natural not to have too much to do with
each other in those circumstances, as you both kind of
want to ignore it.  So when he made this offer, I
almost froze with amazement.

"Come on, Spike", he urged.  "I can see you need sex.
I know I do when I've won.... And I know you always
jerk off.... But this would be more fun...."

I was astonished.  But I didn't start to climb into my
own bunk again.  Instead, something made me stand
there, looking down at his trim body.  As I watched,
he pulled the sheet off him, to expose his erect dick,
which he began to stroke suggestively.  My eyes were
riveted on it, and it seemed to have an almost
hypnotic effect on me.  I couldn't help but remember
the feeling of Lewis's dick, and as I did, my own dick
rose higher and harder, and began to almost throb with
excitement.

Keeping his eyes locked on mine, Stu reached up and
took hold of my dick and gently stroked it, then
curled his fingers tight around the shaft and ended my
indecision, by using it as a handle to pull me down
next to him on his bunk.  Before I could say anything,
his lips locked onto mine and his tongue forced its
way into my mouth, and his other arm went around my
body and he began to tweak my nipples.  It was so
utterly erotic, to be taken and almost used by this
man, and as he continued to kiss me and stroke me, I
could feel my excitement mounting and the tension in
me risking meteorically.  I'd been worried, I suppose,
that all our room mates would see and hear what was
going on, but now I just didn't care:  I just wanted,
no, needed, to feel his body against mine, to have him
stroke and cares my dick to send waves of sensation
through me; and I realised, I wanted to do the same to
him:  my hand groped for his dick, and within seconds
we were jerking each other off as if we were the only
two guys in the whole place.

Afterwards, as we lay there, bodies locked together,
feeling our cum sliding over each other, I found
myself smiling.  I don't know about what, really - I
mean, I hadn't got a lot to laugh about, had I? Here I
was a slave, not free, being made to beat other guys
up for the amusement of the crowd.  But on the other
hand I'd just had casual sex with another guy, a guy
who had jerked me off as I'd jerked him off, and I'd
found it truly exhilarating - so much better than just
lying there and making myself cum.

I could have lain there all night, just smiling, but
Stu kind of pushed at me, and whispered "OK, big boy,
up to that bunk of yours.... At least I'll be able to
sleep now, without hearing you fumbling away up
there!"

I didn't want to move, I'd have liked to just lie
there and experience his body all night, I think, but
he went on "Come on, you big lump!  Get out of here -
we can't sleep like this as the bunks too small, and
we both need to sleep properly as we've got a lot of
exercising to do tomorrow...."

Very reluctantly I clambered out and up into my own
bunk, but then I found it quite hard to sleep - I just
lay there thinking that once again I'd had sex with
another guy:  well, not proper sex, I suppose, with
real fucking;  but I'd willingly gone with another guy
and we'd cum together, all over each other.  I rubbed
my hand down over my belly, and could feel Stu's cum
still there, all sticky:  or was it mine?  And, as I
drifted into sleep, I guess I realised it didn't
matter.

The next morning I didn't snap awake as I usually do,
and Lewis had to pull the sheet off me and slap my
butt to get me moving.  There was some joshing and
joking in the showers as the other guys asked me if it
was my cum or Stu's that had dried all over me, and
somehow this easy air of camaraderie about it removed
any vestiges of shame or guilt that I might have been
feeling:  these big strong guys didn't think any less
of me just because I'd had sex with another man.
After we'd breakfasted and Lewis was handing out the
work assignments, I expected to have a "day off" as
you usually did after a big fight.  But instead, he
told me to go off to an exercise room that I'd never
been to before, as I was to receive some special
training.

The exercise room was, from the outside, just like all
the others - a featureless door opening off the wide
corridor over in the exercise block.  I knocked and
went in - the instructors were slaves like me, and
there was no need to wait as you had to when visiting
the Colonel.  As I went in, it looked pretty standard,
too - the usual padded walls and floor, and not much
else.  But what did surprise me was the instructor -
he wasn't a slave!  Well, he didn't look like one,
anyway:  I was used to seeing the other slaves around
just wearing the singlet and shorts of Gleeson's
Gladiators, as I did, and the only difference between
us was that as an active fighter I was "snouted",
whereas they had a standard slave's collar around
their necks.  But this guy was different - he didn't
seem to have a collar at all - and he was "dressed" -
slacks, shirt, coat, shoes, even.  What the fuck was
going on?

End Of Part 12