Date: Fri, 18 Mar 2005 11:39:27 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Spoils Of War, Part 15

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

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Part 15

I'd kind of assumed that James was a 'gentleman' in
both senses of the word - he cared for other guys and
was concerned for them;  and, as he'd shown when he
taught me to suck dick, he could be gentle and not
violent or harsh.  I mean, you do hear of the "British
gentleman" as being something of a stereotype, don't
you?

But when James fucked me that day, he wasn't like that
at all.  I'd knelt down and put my shoulders onto the
floor as I assumed that was how you got into position
for fucking, but he pushed at me, and said "No, Spike
- on your back, there's a good chap.  I want to be
able to see the look in your eyes as I take you."

I was surprised - I mean, that's the way you fuck a
woman, isn't it?  But, well, a guy's built
differently, isn't he?  But as I lay there and James
came and knelt between my legs,  the learning began.
James ordered me to grab my ankles and pull my feet up
and back towards my head - I'm very well exercised and
subtle, so that wasn't a huge problem.  He rested his
hand on my balls, totally exposed by this, and I felt
a thrill of excitement - I mean, your balls are so
sensitive, aren't they and having the palm of another
guy's hand pushing them against your body is at once
worrying, and exciting?

"Right, Spike.  I usually start slowly, and do all the
right things - lubing you, stretching you, entering
you gently, then short, light strokes to begin with,
working up to proper 'manly' long, hard ones just
before I climax.   But you hurt me today, and I think
you need to know what it's like to really take it
hard.  So I'm going to give it to you strong and hard,
with no preparation:  any moment now, I'm going to
start, and I'm not going to stop until I cum.  And
that's the reason why I've had you on your back, too,
Spike:  when you fuck a guy doggy-style, his buttocks
- especially if they're big and muscular, like yours -
limit the depth you can get in.  But like this, with
your legs wide apart and pulled back, I can get  much
more of my cock into you.  And with more going in, I
can pull out further, and slam in again harder...."

I went to say something, but felt his hand
simultaneously push at my balls, so I shut up.

"Keep your trap shut, Spike!  It's not polite to
interrupt.  Now, as I was saying, not only can I fuck
you longer and harder, but you'll feel it more - that
very sensitive area between your balls and your
asshole is exposed, and as I lean forward whilst I'm
fucking you, I'll hit it with my body, and there'll be
an incredible dull ache start to spread through
you.... You won't be able to help yourself, Spike -
you'll start to yell and scream, and beg for me to
stop.  But I won't, Spike, as you need to know what it
could be like if you lose, and lose so badly that your
opponent can take you like this."

"Of course, you might trey to make me stop - I had one
young man like you let go of his ankles and then try
to crush my ribs with his legs:  you've got beautiful,
powerful thighs, and if you were to try something like
that, it would really hurt me.  So a further advantage
of this way is that I'm gong to keep my hand on your
balls.... Can you feel it there, Spike?  Can you feel
my hand resting on that essence of your manhood?"

"Yes...."

"Right!  Well, if  you so much as dare even loosen
your grip on your ankles, I'll crush your balls.
Crush them to a slime.  That will really give you
something to scream about, and I guarantee that you
won't be able to hurt me.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, but...."

I was only going to reassure him that I could take it
- a marine is used to ignoring pain in his body, and
since becoming a slave gladiator I'd anyway been
beaten and pounded so much that I didn't think that
there was anything he could do to my ass that would
affect me.  Then he struck - and my words were cut
off, as I opened my mouth and screamed.

I'd been raped before.  Lewis had done it as the
Colonel watched, to kind of "break me in" to my new
life.  But then  had been milked, and my cum used to
lube me, and Lewis had used as much time as he was
allowed to stretch me first.  And, I now know, he'd
been as gentle as he could - a big muscular guy like
that can really pound you, and he'd held back, using
his body and the perfect control he had over it to
minimise problems for me.  And although I was
helplessly strapped down onto the "horse", that had
helped, too as my heavily muscled butt had prevented
too much very close access.

None of this was true when James fucked me, however.
He just rammed home, with no lube, no preparation,
nothing,  And then he thrust long and hard, almsot
viciously.  I was throwing my head form side to side
with the pain, shouting out for him to stop.  Every
fibre of me wanted to let go of my ankles and simply
crush his ribs with my powerful legs  But some tiny
part of my brain remembered his warning - and above
the waves of dull ache, topped with spikes of sharp
hurt, I could feel his warm hand resting so casually -
yet so dangerously - on my sac.

I fought to get myself under control.  There's no
point in giving in, is there?  You have to discipline
yourself.  I could take this - yes, it was hurting.
But not as much as when a guy punches you in the gut
with all his might.  I fought with my body, and
gradually my panic subsided.  I could feel the peaks
of acute discomfort as he rhythmically slammed in and
out of me;  I could feel that sullen, dull ache from
around my balls and hole from where his body was
hurting mine.  But I could take this.  I could bear
it.  And something else was happening now - as I
stopped throwing my head around I could look up at
him, and saw his face leering down at me - a face that
was no longer the gentle James I was used to, but one
that showed another side of him:  I realised that he
enjoyed dominating and controlling another man as much
as I did.

Even though I was physically helpless under him, I was
determined not to give him the satisfaction of knowing
that he'd "won", that he'd utterly subdues and crushed
me. So with a heroic effort I stopped exclaiming with
the pain of his fucking, and instead let my head and
shoulders relax, and my mouth loll open, as if I was
in some sort of ecstasy.  As I continued to stare at
him, I saw this was having an effect - he seemed to be
getting angry, hating it as he realised that the
hardest fuck he could make was not causing me to be in
distress.

I had won!  I was in control, even though his dick was
deep inside me and his hand, positioned as it was,
effectively rendered me physically powerless to stop
him.  I watched as his head went back and his back
arched and he too shouted out as he shot his load into
me - a great cry of "Yesss.....".  Then he fell
forward onto me, but this s not a problem, as I could
easily stand the weight of him against me.

Something happened then though that I couldn't have
imagined - it was if my body again knew what it was to
do.  My legs went around his waist and I gripped him -
not tight, so that it hurt, but as if I wanted to keep
him buried in me.  And my arms went around his
shoulders, too, and I pulled his face towards mine.  I
started to laugh - an almost hysterical laugh - a
laugh that said  I was no longer keeping myself in
check.  I loved the feeling of his body against mine.
I revelled in the way our sweaty skin was sliding over
each other.  I marvelled to feel his heart racing, and
the way his ribs pushed into my body.

He too started to laugh, and we lay there, both in our
own ways helpless to do anything about our condition.
Finally, after what seemed a very long time, he
muttered "That's the worst I could do to you, Spike -
I doubt that any of the gladiators you'll meet will be
able to hurt you more..."

"Hey, James, it was OK...."

"Of course some of them will probably have thicker
cocks than mine.... A thicker cock does cause more
discomfort, you know.  And longer ones, too - although
I'm pretty well endowed that way.  A longer cock can
be used to thrust with more force as you can pull it
out further... But on the whole, especially
considering that most gladiators go for a simple
doggy-fuck, I don't think you have anything to worry
about.  Just remember, before every fight, to sit
there in the changing room and really lube yourself,
and do some simple stretching."

"You're joking - I'm not going to sit there with a
finger up my ass.... The other guy will see... It's
not dignified...."

"Oh Spike - you working-class men are so worried about
appearances!  Look, you limber up before a fight,
don't you?  Stretch your muscles, get warmed up, get
ready, so that when you go into the arena you're
instantly ready for hard work, without the worry of
pulling your muscles?"

"Yes, of course."

"Well then, think of stretching your ass as a sensible
warm-up in case you might lose.  Isn't that obvious?"

"I suppose so... But the other guy will see... And
there might be trainers, other guys..."

"As I said, you working-class men are always worried
about keeping up appearances.  If you were a
professional man, you'd know it didn't matter:  you do
what you need to, and, frankly, fuck what anyone else
thinks about it - you know you're doing the right
thing, and that's all that matters!"

He moved his body slowly and gently now, easing
himself out of me.  But he lay there half on top of
me, half by the side of me, smiling at me.  His hand
came and rested on my left pec, and with almsot
exquisite sensibility, as if he was taking a
tremendous liberty, he started to stroke and play with
my nipple.  I'd never really had anyone do this to me
before -  I'd done it to some of the women I'd been
with, as you'd expect, but most of them seemed almost
afraid of my body, and had never caressed it like
this.  It felt so... so right.  I could feel my nipple
hard and erect under his fingers, and, amazingly, my
dick was doing the same thing.

"Oh Spike, I wish we had more time - there's so much
I could teach you about your body.  No one has ever
played with your nips like this, have they?"

"No."

"What a waste! A handsome man like you, with a
stunning body, just waiting to be woken up and shown
how good sex can be - proper sex, that is.  And you
had to go and pick the wrong side of your stupid civil
war, and get enslaved."

"I didn't pick it, James... I as a marine, doing my
duty..."

"Quite!  But, as I said, what a waste.  But I'm afraid
that's all the time I have today.  And it wouldn't be
right for me to give you any more lessons - I've got
two more days pencilled in for the Colonel, but
honestly, there's not anything I can teach you that
would be useful in a fight:  we could get together and
just fuck for fun, and I'd really like to do that...."

Almost blushing, as if I didn't like to admit it as it
was such a hard thing for me to say, I murmured "So
would I, James...."

"Yes, Spike.  I think you would.  Now that you've seen
what it can be like to have proper sex with another
man, it's typical of your personality to want to get
in there and work at it, try everything, practice, get
good at it....  But it wouldn't be right.  I'd be
taking money off the Colonel just for my own
enjoyment..."

"He's got enough! Don't worry...."

"Ah, Spike, you're betraying your background again!
The working class always think it's all right to take
money off those who are better or wealthier than they.
 But a professional man wouldn't dream of doing such a
thing - it goes right against the grain.  No,
enjoyable though two more 'lessons' with  you would
be, I'm going to have to tell the Colonel you're as
ready as you'll ever be for your first fight on the
second channel.  I only wish I could be there to see
you in action - I'd love to see all our body at work
beating the stuffing out of another man, and then know
that that lovely cock of yours was finishing off the
job.... I'd be there in the ring, almost, remembering
that cock....  But I can't stay, with no work to do.
Still, I subscribe to the second channel - it comes to
London on the satellite, you know -  so I'll watch the
schedules, and set the video recorder as it's always
at the wrong time for us...."

I lay there listening in silence, and the reality of
my world came crashing back to me.  I was going to
have to carry on fighting.  I was going to have to
appear in front of an audience - not just in the
arena, but world-wide via TV - not just in one of
those tiny pouches to cover my dick - but I was going
to be totally nude, and fuck another guy in public!


James stood up then, and I scrambled to my feet, too.
We stood there, and  I could see my cum starting to
trickle down the inside of his thighs.  "Pass me that
T shirt of yours, old chap", he told me.  "It's of
little value, and they don't provide me with a
bathroom here - last time I complained about having to
go back to my hotel covered in cum, they offered to
let me use the slaves' showers, and that's hardly
right, is it?  I'm not an exhibitionist, and having
all those guards watching me as I went about my
ablutions was perfectly dreadful.  So just a quick
wipe over, then I'll be off back to the hotel where
it's a little more civilised...."

As I watched, he used my T to wipe the inside of his
thighs, kind of "sawing" it backwards and forwards
between his legs.  He tossed it to me, and I was
evidently expected to wear it, as he seemed impatient
for me to pull it on.  Then, with my dick and balls
swinging as I moved, I had to hand him each item in
turn of his clothing, as he dressed - somehow being
half naked like that was worse than being totally nude
in his presence.  He watched then as I pulled my
shorts on, then stretched out his hand.

"Well, Spike, this is goodbye.  As I said, I'll report
to the Colonel that you're as ready for a ;second
channel bout as you'll ever be.  So good luck, and all
that, old chap.  It's a pity you're a slave - had we
met in different circumstances, I could have quite
liked you..."

He was still holding out his hand, and I realised that
he wanted to shake.  Of course - it's one of those
peculiar habits the English have, I realised.  But
still, this was the first time since I'd been captured
that anyone had treated me anything like decently, as
one man to another.  I took his hand, gripping it
firmly, and shaking it.   "I can't even offer you free
tickets to one of my fights, James... They don't give
us any."

"Well I wouldn't expect that.  You're a slave, Spike,
not some sports star, however well you actually do in
the arena.  And even if you did have any, you could
hardly give them to me - you can't be friends with a
slave, you know.  But it is a pity - you've got such a
good body, and a most fuckable ass:  you're quite the
best 'bit of rough' I've come across, and it would
have been amusing to spend some time with you, to try
to knock off those rough edges.  Still, there it is,
that's life for you!"

He turned and left without another word, leaving me
almost speechless with amazement - the sheer arrogance
of referring to me as a "bit of rough"!  Never mind
his "you can't be friends with a slave" - it seemed to
me it would be very difficult to be friends with an
upper-class Englishman.   I stood there, then, and
knew that life had to go on, and I'd better go back
and join the other men at exercising.  My T was
stained with my cum and his ass juice, but that didn't
seem to matter - after all, once I got really working,
it would soon be soaked with my own sweat anyway.

That night, back in our barracks room, Stu looked at
me and smiled.  "Want to jerk off, Spike?"

I did, actually - well, you know how it is, at my age,
it's always a good time to jerk off.  But I was still
remembering that morning, and instead of just
replying, something got hold of me and made me say
"I'll jerk you off, buddy, but only so I can use your
cum to grease your hole.  I need more than a hand
around my dick tonight...."

"Hey, Spike!  You want to fuck me, here, in front of
all the other guys?"

I realised that they'd all stopped what they were
doing, and were listening.

"Sure, why not...."  I faltered as  I said this, as I
wasn't sure I could actually get it up with a lot of
other guys watching.  But as I thought about it,
something made me begin to feel very excited - I
wouldn't have any difficulty in taking Stu, he
couldn't resist, as he was only a lightweight guy and
didn't have my power or strength.  No, it wasn't that
- it was the idea of actually fucking in front of the
others, showing them that  I was a real man, doing
what men do. "... But actually, I don't want to jerk
you off first.  I just want to fuck you.  So you can
stand there and jerk yourself off, or we'll do it raw,
so to speak...."

"Hey, man, that's not what it's about...."

"Oh yes it is.  Come on... What's it to be... Jerk
yourself off, or get down on your back on the
floor..."

"No, I've changed my mind."

"That's not an option, Stu.  You've got me all excited
now... Look...."  I pointed at my dick, which was way
above the horizontal, ad almost throbbing as the blood
pulsed through it.  "My dick needs some relief, or
I'll never sleep.  You shouldn't have started this if
you didn't want to go through with it.  So get
jerking, or get on the floor ready for fucking..."

The other men, including Lewis, were standing around
watching and listening now.  This was no longer about
sex - it was about power.  Stu just stood there,
looking at me.  I couldn't back down now, could I?

"Come on, Stu.... What's it to be?  You've jerked off
before in front of these guys... Or do you want to get
fucked raw?"

"Fuck yourself, Spike.  I don't want any of this...."

I just grabbed him.  As I've said, he's only a
lightweight, so it was futile of him to even try to
resist me.  I threw him onto his bunk so that his
chest and belly were on it but his feet were on the
floor, and pushed one hand onto the nape of his neck
to hold him there - which also had the effect of
pushing his mouth into the thin mattress, and muffling
his shouting and cursing.  I could sense the other
guys moving around, not sure of what to do, and knew
that if I acknowledged them in any way they'd turn on
me, and there was no way I could fight them all off.
So I pretended they weren't there, and just got on
with it.

I knew it wasn't fair on Stu to fuck him without any
preparation, but he'd had his chance, hadn't he?  I
kicked his feet apart more, and still holding his
struggling body with one hand, spread his butt with
the other and manoeuvred myself into position with my
dick at his hole.  I was leaking pre-cum, so I knew
that it wouldn't be all that bad for him once I was
in.... But as I pushed, I did feel a twinge of guilt
about what I was doing as I could feel his whole body
tense and the muffled noise he was making got
appreciably louder.

It's not that good actually, is it?   I mean, when you
have to force your way into an ass that hasn't been
lubed, it doesn't just hurt the guy - it's pretty
unpleasant for you.  Making the sensitive skin on your
dick rub against unlubed ass makes it sore very
quickly, and after I'd thrust three or four times  I
was beginning to regret it.  There was no way  I could
stop though, was there, without looking an idiot in
front of the other guys?  So I had no choice but to
continue, even though it was very uncomfortable for
me.  But fortunately, as I ploughed on, my own pre-cum
and some of Stu's sweat stated to help me to slide
better, and I was soon humping away at him vigorously.
 I started to get that elation you get when you're
well into a fuck and you know you're about to cum - I
got faster and harder in my strokes, and there was
that wonderful feeling as my heart speeded up, my
breaths got faster and deeper, and I could feel the
veins in my temples pulsing with excitement.

And then, of course, it was all over, as I shot my cum
up into him, and just stood there, recovering.  My
hearing kind of cut back in - I'd blotted out
everything except the noises that Stu and I were
making - and I now heard angry mutterings from the
other guys.  I began to get worried that they'd gang
up on me:   was I going to be fucked now, as I'd
fucked Stu?  I pulled out of Stu, and stood there with
my dick deflating, and the pungent smell of his shit
wafted up to me.  He was just lying there, whimpering
quietly, and now the other guys sounded really angry.

To try to maker it better, I reached down and took
Stu's arm and pulled him to his feet.   I was just
about to say "sorry", or something ( well, what do you
say to a guy you've basically raped?), when Stu turned
to me.  I was expecting a real mouthful of cursing,
especially as I could see he was almost crying - his
eyes had that sort of wet look - so I knew he must be
hurting.  This looked like big trouble - he only had
to say the word, and I knew the others would fall on
me and the best I could hope for was a real beating -
and these guys were all experts, remember!  But to my
utter amazement, Stu said nothing.  He just moved
close to me, put his arms around me and pushed his
face down onto my chest and basically hugged me!

I could feel his tears and mucus from his nose on my
pec, and as he clutched at me, I did what anyone would
do in the circumstances:  I put my arms around him,
and returned the hug.  He was whimpering quietly, but
as we stood there that gradually stopped, and finally
he looked up at me and I saw he was kind of smiling
through his tears.   The room had gone deathly quiet
as all the guys waited to hear what he was about to
say, but he said nothing - he just pulled gently away
from me, turned, and almost threw himself onto his
bunk, then reached out his arms to me in an
unmistakable gesture.

As I lowered myself onto the narrow bunk beside him,
his arms went around me once more and now his legs
were wriggling, to entwine themselves with mine.  His
dick was hard as it pressed against my belly, and Stu
pushed his face up into mine and kissed me.  "Thanks,
Spike", he whispered, "Thanks."

The other guys heard this, too, and although there was
some more almsot angry muttering, they dispersed and
started to climb into their own bunks.  Stu nestled
close to me, and murmured so that only I could hear
"Spike, hold me, stay with me... I've got a big fight
tomorrow, and I know I'm going to get beaten hard.  Be
nice to me now, Spike...."

Well, there was nothing else to do, was there?  I
couldn't have this little wimp going all soft on me,
could I?  It's not the sort of thing I like, and it
certainly wasn't good for him - it was as if he'd
almost decided he was going to lose tomorrow!  So,
still keeping my voice low so that the others wouldn't
hear, but making it harsh, so he got my meaning, I
murmured "Hey, you're a good fuck, Stu, but that's
all.  I'll use that ass of yours again, when I feel
like it.", and before he could protest, I pushed away
from him, and climbed into my own bunk.

I lay there, kind of reviewing what had gone on.  I'd
taken a guy by force: OK, a smaller guy than me, who
basically couldn't resist.  But I'd enjoyed it - was
that right?  Could a stronger man fuck a weaker one
just because he wanted to?  On the other hand,
although Stu had seemed to protest at the time, his
actions afterwards showed that secretly he'd wanted to
be taken and controlled by a stronger guy.  Did every
man always protest like that when you tried to fuck
them, I wondered? And did they all really not mean it,
as Stu evidently hadn't?

And then another thought struck me - Before I was a
slave, I'd never been with a guy, and certainly had
never wanted to.  Now today I'd found out that I liked
fucking ass - I not only liked it, I wanted to do it.
No, I needed to do it.  And from being shy and
retiring about my body - even though I had no need to,
as I'd always been in good shape - I'd just fucked
another guy in front of a room full of other men!
What sort of animal were they turning me into?  I was
still turning all this over, when, as you do after a
really good fuck, I drifted into sleep.

There was a strange atmosphere in the room the next
morning as we all climbed out of our bunks.  Most of
the guys kind of ignored me.  Several of them asked
Stu how things were, but, interestingly, a couple of
them ignored him, too, as if they were ashamed to be
associated with a guy who'd acted like that.    It
wasn't any better in the showers, either, and the
usual morning banter was just not there.  I was
feeling pretty miserable by the time we'd done our
basic exercises, and wondered if this air of sullen
resentment was going to last all day.  But as Lewis
came up with the day's "orders", everything changed:
he told me I was shipping out  that afternoon, as my
fight was scheduled and I had to get to the other
guy's place - just as you never fought a guy in your
own room, it seems that you never fought a "fight to
the fuck" against anyone in your own troop of
gladiators.

End Of Part 15