My Gladiator 01

My Gladiator

Translated from the Vulgate Latin by Jon Hold

Jonhold@earthlink.net

[Translators note: All weights and measures have been converted to modern units for ease of reading. Some liberties' have been taken with names and phrasing. Moral judgments of another time and place have been withheld.]

I was raised in Silesia, the son of a farmer and the brother of farmers. I came late to my parents life and, though I worked hard, I was given time to visit my brothers and to hunt in the woods and to fish in the clear streams near my home. My brothers loved me dearly and treated me very specially when I came visiting, even to making their wives sleep with the animals while I shared their bed. In the second fall after my manhood year there was a great fire which burned all our houses and other buildings. The Roman tax collectors had already counted that years bounteous harvest however and demanded payment of the tax, no matter that the crop had burned along with the barns holding it.

We were unable to pay our tax in coin or produce, so the Emperor's men took me in payment. They put a leathern collar around my neck and chained me to the back of the wagon that held the collected taxes. After a long day of walking we entered the Roman compound and the tax collectors drove their wagon within their own special inner courtyard. They unyoked the oxen and put them in their stalls and fed them, but left me chained to the wagon when they went into their house. The chain was too short for me to lay down so I sat on the ground and listened as the tax collectors ate and drank and became progressively louder and less controlled. They were laughing and making jokes about how they had cheated everyone, collecting double and sometimes triple the required taxes and not even bothering to mark down some of those who had paid so that the military could be sent out later to collect yet again from them.

I heard them when they began discussing me. They laughed at how stupid my family was to not know about the relief the Emperor mandated to disaster victims. One of them suggested inspecting their acquisition and the others laughed and joked about it being time to find out if their prize was as valuable as it had appeared. One of their number came stumbling out of the door, drunken and flush faced from an inner fire that exceeded the warmth of the hearth he had just quitted. Using a large key, he unlocked my chain from the staple in the side of the wagon and jerked me to my feet, cold, stiff, sore and hungry. Laughing, he kept trying to jerk me off my feet as he prodded me towards the open doorway. Once inside the others fell on me like vultures on a fresh kill. Their hands were cold and greasy with the food they had eaten and they were trying to touch me in places where no man touches another without permission.

That was IT! I had taken all from these foul beasts that I was going to take. I was a well found boy, not very tall but strong and well built from years of hard labor on my fathers farm. Like one of the Bezerkers my grandfather liked to talk about, my eyes clouded over and yet I saw more clearly than ever. Rage heated my body, yet my thinking got cold, cold, cold. Using my hands and my feet and the chain around my neck as weapons, I exploded upon the foul tax men with all the strength in my abused body. The cowards were yelling and screaming and I was beating them wholeheartedly when several armor clad soldiers burst into the room and one of them knocked me unconscious with the flat of his sword.

I woke with my hands tied behind my back, being held upright between two privates. A sergeant was explaining to the centurion what had happened.

"Well, I see our young gladiator has rejoined us." The Centurion said. "I am Vastus Procumbus, Legionnaire and chief amongst the rabble of this frontier wasteland. And you are a slave of the Emperor Recumbunt who has killed three of the Emperor's tax collectors... Not that that is any great loss.... You have taken from the Emperor, and you shall give back in measure." He looked me up and down, at my now stripped naked youthful body, and smiled. "Unhappily, I prefer more mature men." Looking the sergeant up and down much as he had me, he said, "Sergeant, take this man to the barracks and tell the men to enjoy themselves, but I want him back in the morning, alive." Smiling to himself the Centurion continued, "And then return here, Sergeant. There are things for us to discuss this night."

The sergeant took a step back and saluted his leader. "Yes, Sir." he said, and motioned for the two privates to take me outside. While walking me to the barracks the sergeant told me that I had been sentenced to be a whore for his men and that I had better not try to fight them as they would most likely kill me and then fuck my dead body. He pointed to the private holding me and introduced him as Bollix. The man was huge, easily half again the size of the village blacksmith who had always been the largest man I knew about. The sergeant told me to trust Bollix and that I would be OK. Then he told Bollix and the other private to take me inside and he returned to the Centurion.

Bollix was good to me. He stayed with me all night and refused to let more than two soldiers have at me at the same time, one at my mouth and one at my back end. He fed me a lot of wine and some meat and made sure that I had short rests instead of being fucked constantly as some would have preferred. None were so eager as to attempt to get by the man-mountain guarding me though. Finally, near dawn, Bollix told the others to go to bed and rolled me over on my back. Putting my legs over his massive shoulders he mounted me himself and I carefully guided his fat organ into my aching hole. He laid quietly on top of me until his size had eased the ache in my ass. When I began to relax he began licking the dried tears from my eyes and face. I was soon kissing the gentle giant as he moved within me and we tried to bring each other pleasure rather than pain. He reminded me of my oldest brother as we lay there like that -- kissing and hugging and touching each other as he came inside of me three different times. His massive effusions purged my intestines of all the other mens sperm. Their sperm lubricated the corpulent cock cramming my insides as it pertinaciously pounded prick perfusions past the aching, swollen lips that had received so much attention this evening. We were working steadily towards a fourth climax when the sergeant returned. He wanted us to hurry as he was supposed to bring me back to the Centurion.

I reached under the Sergeant's armor to thank him for leaving Bollix as my protector and found a wet and dripping organ. I lifted it out from under the armor and Bollix and I looked at the red and sore looking tool.

"That looks raw, Sarge," Bollix said. "The Centurion had it up his butt all night? Let the boy kiss it and make it all better for you. He has a truly magic mouth."

The sergeant hit Bollix over the head and told him to mind his own business, but didn't object or resist when I pulled him forward and put his abused organ in my mouth. The Sergeant was soon leaning across my head soaking his sizable organ, abused and tender as it was, in the gentle healing warmth of my mouth. I became quite involved as I attempted to be gentle, slow and tender with my mouth while Bollix became ever more excited, demanding harder, tighter, rougher and increasingly powerful contractions in my butt to match his thrusting lust. I became so confused as to what I was supposed to be doing at each end that my body took over and I began thrashing around, sucking as hard as I could at both ends as my organs began to spew gouts of pent up male seed all over my naked body. Some splattered against the Sergeants throbbing member as it drove into my mouth and I made great show of slurping my own juice off of the Sergeants tool. Bollix couldn't take it any more and grabbed my jerking cum machine long enough to fill his hand with my cum. He pulled his cock out of me just long enough to smear my slick juice all over his weapon and then drove it deeply into me using my own emission to fuck me. Two slides on the super slick path was all he could take and he was cumming like a horse in great long flows of hot sperm. The Sergeant saw what Bollix was doing and pulled out of my throat so that he could fill my mouth directly with his strongly flavored mature seed.

Even flaccid, Bollix's lumbersome equipment pulled and tugged at my innards, making me grunt and moan as he pulled back until a large 'Slurrrrrrrp' announced its vacating my stretched and battered butt. At his usual slow, measured pace, Bollix insisted on washing me carefully with the loincloth he had been wearing and some cold water, refusing to let the Sergeant take me until the sticky mess had been removed from most of my body. The Sergeant lead me by the hand, still naked, back across the compound and into the Centurion's room. The Centurion was laying naked upon his couch and motioned me over to him. The Sergeant squeezed my hand in warning and then released me. I walked, still proud and unbeaten, directly up to the Centurion's leather covered couch and stood there, as much at attention as I knew how to stand as possible.

The Noble Roman looked me up and down. "Are you then fearless, or just foolish?"

"I have done nothing wrong, and have nothing to fear."

"You are a slave to Rome. Your guilt, or lack of it, mean nothing."

"Then, in Rome, there is no true justice, for true justice sees not a mans rank, but what he has done."

Looking up at the Sergeant, the Centurion exclaimed, "What is this? An educated farmer?"

Reluctantly, the Sergeant answered, "One of the boys neighbors was a Greek, who taught some of the vermin to think."

Leaning back against the wall the Centurion judicially looked me over. Pointing directly at me, he said, "Take this brat outside and beat him with a lash until he cries and then chain him to the coffle. I think I shall make a gift of him to my friend who trains Gladiator's. We'll see then how brave our educated peasant will be."

The Sergeant grabbed me by the arm and drug me outside before I could respond to the Centurion. Outside, he pulled a broad leather strap with a braided handle out of one of the guards belts and lead me around the side of the building. As soon as we were out of the guards sight he advised me to forget about being brave because if he had to beat me very hard I might not be able to walk the next day and that would be my death warrant. He took me under the window of the Centurions room and began to beat me. Somehow the Sergeant was able to make a great deal of noise with the strap, while not actually hurting me all that badly. After the first couple of strokes the Sergeant looked at me urgently, and I got the message. Falling to the ground I began to beg and plead for mercy. The blows started to fall harder and faster, but I noticed that most of them landed mostly on the dirt and very few of the strokes actually hit me very much at all.

After a longish while the Sergeant seemed to tire and finally lifted me off the ground by my arm and, loudly warning me about my station in life, lead me over to the side of the compound and locked an iron collar around my neck. The collar was attached by four iron links to a much longer chain to which many dejected looking men and boys were similarly riveted.

The Sergeant, patting my butt, told me he would be back for me that evening, and then walked away, leaving me there stark naked in front of everyone and chained so that I couldn't hide.

That night, and every night on the long, slow walk to Rome, I was made to service the soldiers who wanted me, in any way they wanted me. My days were spent naked, chained to the coffle, shuffling along the Roman roads which started out as little more than a dusty track and became, as we neared Rome, a broad stone highway with constant, and sometimes crowded traffic.

My fellow coffle-mates by-in-large ignored me, sneering and calling me "catamite" when they did bother to notice me. It was bad enough when the older men and women degraded me, but when the slaves my age followed their example, it hurt me. I would have expected them to at least notice that, like them, I had nothing to say about what happened to me.

Turning my naturally affectionate nature towards Bollix and the Sergeant came easily to me, needing some sort of affection and interaction in my life beyond the simple acts of fellatio and sodomy. Bollix became like another elder sibling to me while the Sergeant filled in nicely as a substitute father, keeping me in line and (mostly) out of trouble.

One day a week of our slow trip, kept down to the speed of the oxen drawn tithe carts, was spent in camp. A day of rest. While everyone else had free time, I not only had to service all of the enlisted personnel seeking sexual relief, but was expected to "entertain" at the evening officers gathering.

These "entertainments" ranged from me being dressed up as a girl, with flowing skirts and heavy make-up, to my being fist-fucked by progressively larger and larger hands and forearms. If I passed out, I was doused with cold water and beaten with a strap or flagellum until I got back into the required position and begged whoever was next to stick their hand up my anus. If they refused, I was beaten even after I passed out again. Regardless of the outcome of the entertainment, I was required to fellate or accept anally any officer who desired my services. When they were done with me, I was sent back to the enlisted men to be used by them for the rest of the night.

Bollix supported me, and protected me as well as he was able to throughout all of this. All of the enlisted personnel were respectful of Bollix's temper and proclivity towards violence and typically did nothing to me to attract Bollix's attention. The Sergeant was respected by his men and he let them know that he would not stand for me to be injured. Most importantly, Sarge talked to me and taught me to not only accept the inevitable, but to make it work to my advantage. Following his instructions, I soon learned that my willing, even eager participation brought many benefits as the men sought my company and plied me with presents and the best of their food.

I became quite forward with the men, and even with most of the junior officers, and they appreciated my attitude. There was active competition for my attentions and I soon learned to manipulate that to my advantage. I noticed that one of the soldiers was much younger than the rest, who were long time veterans of the frontier. He was always given the worst tasks and, because he was so shy, was the only Roman who had not had me. One rest day I noticed him being bullied by several of his much larger and more brutal fellows. For the rest of the day I watched him and smiled at him any time he seemed to notice me. That caused him to blush a lot and try to pretend he didn't notice me paying attention to him. At dinner, I went directly to him and, even though he was very flustered, sat my naked body in his lap and made him feed me, as well as himself. Unlike my usual habit of moving from man to man to be served tidbits as I wiggled around in their laps, I stayed with the boy soldier through the entire meal, covering his leaky erection from view with my bottom.

At one point during our repast one of the more brutish Legionnaire's came over and tried to take me away from my reluctant suitor. Before the boy could get in trouble trying to protect me, I punched the stupid brute right in his testicles as hard as I could. As he lay on the ground vomiting and gasping for breath I told him that if he didn't know how to treat a boy properly he could go suck himself off because he was never going to have sex with me again. I had been listening, and learning, to all the soldiers and everyone present was amazed at my command of scurrilous invective. Everyone laughed as he stumbled away from the campfire clasping his gonads in pain. I knew that I'd made an enemy, but I saw Sarge take him aside and talk to him once he was outside of the circle of firelight and knew that he wouldn't dare try for revenge, especially after Bollix stumbled out into the darkness looking for him.

I sat in the boys lap for the rest of the meal and then led him off by his hand to his tent. I'm pretty sure he lost his virginity with me that night, and he really wasn't very good at making the sign of the two-backed beast, but my loud moans and groans and screams of ecstasy convinced everyone in camp that he was more man than any ten or twenty of them put together. What's more, the boy believed it and walked proudly and took his place as one of the men instead of an underling. The rest of the men accorded him a certain amount of respect, and I caught some of them checking out his rather small equipment, trying to figure out how he'd brought me so much pleasure.

Sarge took me aside that evening and pointing to the would-be bully and his would-be victim, asked me if I now understood the power I had to build a man's confidence or to tear it down. I looked at the boy's now proud carriage. I looked at the furtive shadow slinking about at the edges of the happy group. I thought for a second and then smiled at Sarge, and gave him a big hug and whispered in his ear how much I wanted to make him proud, as I wiggled around in his lap leaving him with no question about what, exactly, I had in mind.

He led me off to his large NCO's tent and allowed me to strip him naked and give him pleasure with my mouth. His organ had a heavy maturity and it comfortably stretched my mouth out to its limits. He guided me with his fingers wrapped in my hair to a slower, less eager pace and gave me lessons in deeply pleasuring a man. After he filled my mouth with his heavy, clotted effusion, he laid me on my back on his couch and showed me what a mature, intelligent, experienced man could do in bed. He soon had me sounding off loud enough to let everyone know that no matter how much pleasure the boy had given me the night before, I was now being fucked by a true master.

Bollix came in later and lifted me out of the sleeping sergeant's arms and carried me off to his own pallet. I slept that night with his heavy massiveness laying at rest inside of me, pleasantly curled up in my protectors arms with my glabrous bottom firmly ensconced against his hirsute groin. The rising sun brought another rising within me and my bull-balled man brought both of us to the very peak of pleasure together and over the precipice as we woke completely up at the same time. When we recovered, he led me off by the hand to the lavatorium. As he carefully washed me, I finally realized that I truly enjoyed having sex with men and resolved to become such a good lover that I would be sought out by the very best lovers in return.

I turned to Bollix and climbed up in his arms, wrapping my legs around his powerful waist and wrapping my arms around the steel-hard pillar of his neck. I kissed him all over the face and begged him to fuck me again right there in front of everyone. He tried to calm me down but I was wildly insistent, demanding, pleading, begging him for what only he could give me. Two other men stopped attending to their ablutions and watched in amazement as I went out of control, begging Bollix to take care of my need. They moved over and helped him lay me down on my back and I felt them guiding him to the entrance of my body. They stayed with us, touching us and encouraging us and urging us to ever higher plateaus of pleasure. I came so many times that by the time that Bollix spewed inside of me I was a jerking, shuddering pile of exposed nerves. I caressed both of our helpers faces, marveling at how hard and beautiful they were, and, crying, begged them to let me pleasure them at some other time because right now I just couldn't. They both kissed me repeatedly and assured me that I didn't have to give them anything in return, that sharing in the pleasure that I'd given Bollix was reward enough. They held me in place as Bollix began to remove his limp organ and I begged him to not take it out because I was afraid I would fall apart and die if he left me. I passed out as Bollix finally slithered wetly out of me, leaving me empty and gaping open for all to see.

I woke up riding inside of one of the ox carts. When I tried to get out the driver insisted that I stay and ride. He finally admitted that Bollix had threatened to stuff him into a VERY small box and then throw the box into the fire if I didn't get plenty of rest.

That evening I danced for all the men. The hungry way they watched me made me excited and I selected man after man and drug them into the clear circle around the campfire and made them dance with me. One after another I manipulated them until they ejaculated their best shots into the fire. Each "performance" received more and more enthusiastic response from the audience as they urged my dance partner to outdo the performers before him. Loud applause greeted the spurting finale of each act and the men were welcomed back by their messmates with laughter and many comments and much backslapping. I finally sucked the last performer off right there in front of everyone and he clasped his hands over his head in a victory salute as he returned to his eating place amidst the sounds of a huge ovation. I bowed to signal the end of my act and went over and wiggled down between the two men who had helped and guarded Bollix and me the evening before. They both fed me and pampered me like fathers with a new baby son. For my part, I let them spoil me all they wanted to and then gladly followed them to their tent where they taught me the joys of being with two mature men who were lovers willing to share their love with another. I soaked myself in their admiration and nearly lost my mind when my rigid boytool was first introduced to the insides of another persons body. They took turns sucking on me until I had shared the throbbing reaction of my dry orgasms with both of them and then they held me sandwiched between them as first one, and then the other impaled me on their sizable organs so they could demonstrate to me how to fuck the male who's ass was surrounding my penis.

I must have been a slow learner, because they decided that they had to show me over and over how to do it right. We finally collapsed with me trapped in between them in a tight bundle of sweaty limbs just before dawn. I was no longer, in any way, a virgin.