Reluctant Gladiator

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

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As the Sunday for the event at the surgeon's cabin was only to weeks away, it was decided that Darren's operation to fix his leg would be done the week after that. The surgeon called us in for another consultation and then having had Darren strip totally naked again and walk and jump around in front of him, he decided that the extent of Darren's disability was not such that it would cause his guests to be offended. "It will be better to do it after the little entertainment you and your slaves are performing for me anyway, he told me. "That way if there's any delay in healing, my social engagements won't be upset. And, of course, there's no danger of a failure to deliver a satisfactory performance...."

I felt like punching him in the face for even daring to suggest that I might renege on a deal - that I might have Darren operated on and then fail to do the sordid sexual display. I think he could see the abrupt change in my body language as he hastily added "Not that I think you would not do it, Steve - after all, once I've operated there would be a bill to pay, a very substantial bill, and we all know what happens to debtors, don't we?"

I was angry now, but it was a cool, controlled anger. "How can I be sure you won't send me a bill anyway, even if the exhibition is a huge success? After all, as far as I know, you might want me as a slave permanently - you could still send an outrageous bill for fixing Darren, then when I couldn't pay, you could have me enslaved, and take ownership of my slaves, too. Then you'd have all four of us always ready to 'display' for you."

"Come, come! I'm a professional. That still means something, even these days. It would be totally unethical..."

"So it's not unethical to make Darren here strip and prance around in front of you even though you only need to examine his leg?"

"Ethics has nothing to do with that. He's a slave. Ethics relate to the interactions between men, free men, that is. You are a free man, and so my dealings with you need to conform to the highest ethical standards of the medical industry.... And that of course mean not billing you when you have, so to speak, 'paid up front' already."

In spite of not going to college as I went straight into the marines, I'm not exactly stupid! And you could argue that spending my time in the real world, fighting our country's enemies and not sitting in some college lecture room taught me more about 'real life' that I'd ever get to learn from a professor. So I said calmly "Nevertheless, I think we should do this on a professional footing - if that isn't a bad pun! Why don't you send me a bill that says it's for the operation on, and after care and welfare costs for, an operation to restore my slave's ability to walk properly. And I will send you a bill for 'professional services in providing a day of entertainment'. Then we can both 'contra' each others bills, and neither of us the need have these concerns."

The surgeon looked at me shrewdly. "I suppose you're right. We'll do that. Call in tomorrow with your bill, you can collect mine, and we'll do the 'accounting' before either side actually performs anything."

Whilst we'd been talking about these matters Darren had been standing there naked, shifting his weight from foot to foot and looking faintly embarrassed - I can't imagine why, as I'd seen him that way hundreds of times, and of course the surgeon had, too. And in any case as a slave he had nothing to be embarrassed about - if I ordered him to be naked, that should be OK. But then we'd never really been like master and slave, and so perhaps his feelings were excusable. Mind you, he started to blush deeply as the surgeon commented "He's a fine looking young slave even before we fix that leg of his - worth a great deal of money, I believe. The market's crying out for young men with that classic build, especially ones who are well hung, as he is. Have you studded him yet?"

"No...."

"You're missing a huge opportunity then, Steve. Stud fees for well set-up men like him who can be used to breed some of those characteristics into the next generation of slaves can be substantial - and quite apart from the money, it can be a fun time if a number of convivial owners get together for an evening's entertainment as they watch the men cover the bitches. It certainly beats watching it on TV."

"Steve, no....!" Darren could contain himself no longer. "Don't make me do that, please, Steve."

"I hope we are not going to have any unseemly outbursts like that", the surgeon said calmly at me. "My friends all expect slaves to behave like slaves, and to do as their owner commands."

"Well it's a bit different for me and my sl... ..my companions. We were all gladiators together, and...."

"I think you'd better stop there, Steve. I don't want to hear sedition. Irrespective of your backgrounds, you are a free man and they are slaves, and our society needs - no, demands - that a proper relationship is maintained between owner and slave. Otherwise we'll be on the road back to those dark days earlier in the century where there was lawlessness...."

"My guys will behave", I said calmly. "We all learned proper discipline as gladiators, and there is no possibility of any failure to behave properly. Now I think it's time Darren here put his clothes back on, and we were on our way. I don't think I can afford a long consultation with you...",

We both watched as Darren hopped form foot to foot pulling his shorts on - always a good sight to see a guy doing that, I think, as the bending and stretching shows off the butt well. And with a guy like Darren with low-hanging balls, it's particularly interesting as you see them moving around as he does it. I noticed the surgeon's eyes observing Darren closely, and wondered how we would all feel when there were a whole group of men like that watching the four of us. I mean I had appeared nude in the arena for a "private" bout in front of a small rich select audience, but that was to fight - and when you're fighting another tough, virile gladiator, there's not a lot of time to worry about the fact that the audience might be looking at your dick. You have to be totally focused on the fight itself and not worry about any feeling of embarrassment you might have. And, strange though it may seem, when I'd won and needed to fuck the other guy to "prove" to

the audience that I had totally dominated him, that wasn't a problem either: at the end of a fight you're so charged up with adrenaline that your dick gets erect anyway. I can remember standing there, sweat pouring off me, my chest heaving as my lungs tried to recover, and becoming vaguely aware that my dick was rock hard as I stood astride my defeated opponent - and from there it's no effort at all to go on to actually fuck him without even being really aware of the watching eyes. It would be different, I thought, when we had to stand there and "display" for them, and then "perform" sexually to their instructions. Still, what could I do? I mentally "parked" the problem, and we left.

We were to perform on a Saturday for the surgeon and his buddies - apparently they all needed to be back in town to go to church on Sunday, as it was important to them to be "seen" to be conforming to the establishment norms. I actually allowed Jamie, Darren and Luke to skip off work on the Friday afternoon and took them to a slave grooming parlour - after all, it would probably be easier for all of us if they looked really good. It wasn't so much that they needed their hair cropped or their pubes trimmed or anything - I always insisted that they do this to each other regularly anyway as it was important that they had the "slave look" to avoid trouble and misunderstanding when they were on the site or out in the streets. No, it was more that they needed a really good "cleansing" to get the dirt from the site out of the pores of their skin, and to have the hard patches of calloused skin on their hands and feet pumiced away - you can get clean in a

shower, of course, but for that really deep "squeaky clean" look, the body needs to spend time in a sauna really sweating it out. I didn't need it of course, but I thought it would be better to look as good as the boys did, and anyway that a sauna might be relaxing. The owners of the place weren't keen, though, as their licence only covered dealing with slaves as, they explained, there was "inadequate provision for the segregation of free men and slaves in the facilities". So I had to wait whilst they were processed through the place - although the owners of the parlour had evidently thought of the needs of owners as in addition to supplying coffee and magazines, one of their slaves was available "for any additional services that I might require". I did think about it, but then decided I ought to "save" myself for the following day - it's easy for young guys like Jamie, Darren and Luke to shoot their loads several times a day, but I knew I was

getting older and in spite of being in superb physical condition otherwise, I was finding that if I tried it more than a couple of times I only produced a tiny dribble of cum. And, I noted, this "service" wasn't free - I was invited to enquire for the prices, so there was another reason for giving it a miss.

The boys did look particularly good when they were finished, and on the way back to our place I stopped at a slave outfitters and bought them new outfits - yes, I know it sounds extravagant, but I wanted to make a good impression with them in front of our audience, and had decided that having them appear in their normal heavy (and rather grubby) work shorts and Ts wasn't right. The three of them weren't happy with my choice, though: personally I thought the very low-rise shorts I'd chosen in a silky-satin material really emphasised their flat, hard bellies, and even with their trimmed pubes the tiny amount poking above the waistband gave an exciting foretaste of what was to come. They all stood there tugging at the shorts, trying to pull them up higher, until I told them to stop. Jamie then complained that the tops I selected - quite loose so they could be pulled off easily over the head, with a deep V neck to show a lot of chest and low arm holes

to reveal the tops of their ribs - and I told him that if they didn't like their outfits they could go without (although it was rare in the city, there was no actual ordinance forbidding slaves to appear naked in the streets even if they weren't doing one of the regular jobs, such as being a pony, where this was of course the norm). And, in any case, I added, I thought their new clothes made them look even better than usual as they really did emphasise their bodies - I told them they should be proud of being so toned, and pleased that they were bringing a bit of enjoyment to people in the streets!

Darren and Luke would have let it go at that, but Jamie likes to "push me" a bit - I think he's trying to sort of move up in the hierarchy as if he's still a gladiator, forgetting that whilst he might have one day overcome me as Champion in the arena as he gained experience and strength and I got older, things were different now: he was a slave, and I was his owner and there's no way that any sensible owner will let a slave run things! There was simply no way that as a slave, even a strong, fit one, he could ever really overcome a free man - physically that might be so, I suppose, but the consequences afterwards would be extremely severe. But Jamie said "If they're so fucking great, why aren't you buying a set for yourself? If we've all got to be on show for that gang of perverts, we should all be the same!"

Of course it only takes one trouble maker like that to set them all off, and Darren and Luke were all agreeing with him. I told them all to shut it, but Jamie muttered "I guess you're worried about the comparison! When they see the three of us with good 6-packs and then you...."

I shouldn't have been provoked like that, but I couldn't help it - my anger bubbled up and I snapped "What the fuck do you mean?"

"I'd have thought it's obvious! You had a great body when you were Champion, but you're letting it go..."

"No I'm not! When you guys are out working, I go to the gym...."

"...and we all know that's not as good as working properly." Jamie looked at the other two guys as he said this, rolling his eyes to indicate me, and it made me even more angry to see them half nod in agreement.

You really shouldn't argue with slaves as all of you who are owners I am sure know, so you have to put it down to my inexperience in these matters as I snapped back "That's not true!"

"...so why won't you wear the same as us, then?"

"Because they're slave clothes, and I'm a free man...."

Jamie actually smirked. "Well, one excuse is as good as another, I suppose...."

I was so angry that I hit him - a very hard slap, to the side of his face. The sound rang out like a pistol shot in the store, and it caused Jamie to stagger and almost fall over. He recovered almost instantly, though, as trained fighting gladiators do, and I saw him automatically adopt the "fight" stance with his fists tightly curled and his body thrust forward menacingly towards me. He had the good sense to pull back, though, and stood there, glaring at me, and breathing hard.

"Don't try it, if you don't want to get hurt, really hurt....", I snapped at him to clearly warn him. "You may think I've gone soft, but I was Champion not long ago, and can still beat a younger guy like you to a pulp. So cool it, and stop this nonsense!"

Jamie bristled visibly as I said this. "I'm not so fucking sure, Steve!", he muttered.

I chose to ignore it - well, short of starting to scrap there and then, there was not a lot else I could do, was there? "Come on, get changed back into your other stuff and I'll buy you dinner on the way home", I told them, trying at once to be authoritative and yet friendly.

The boys hopped around pulling off their new clothes and getting back into their old ones, and I saw several of the other customers giving them appreciative glances as they clearly appreciated the interplay of the muscles in their lithe bodies. It would all have been OK except that as we made our way towards the checkout, I heard Jamie whisper to Darren "See, I told you... He's scared to display himself now."

Well, I couldn't have that, could I. I turned to all three and said quietly "Actually, having us all dressed the same isn't such a bad idea, I suppose. So whilst I get in the queue, one of you scoot back and pick up a T and shorts for me - better get an 'XL' as I'm bigger than you...."

Luke ran off back down the store, and got back just as I got to the head of the queue to pay. "It's OK, Steve", he told me, a little breathless as he'd run a long way as this was one of those huge "sheds" that sold everything for slave use from the clothes we were buying, through paddles and whips to control a slaves, to "accessories" such as bits and bridles for ponies. "....I got you a big T, but the slave there said that there's only one size of the shorts as they stretch."

That didn't sound too good, actually - they were a tight, revealing fit on the boys, and on me I thought that it would be like being almost naked, but the slave at the register was asking me politely for my money and there was a big queue behind, so I took them, and paid up.

Even though they didn't deserve it having shown those signs of rebellion, I did stop at a burger place on our way home and spent a few hard-earned bucks on stuff for them - I even allowed them to choose what they wanted, and so not unnaturally they all chose big triple burgers and large fries. I was going to have the same, then thought about how hard it was to burn off all that in the gym (and about those very tight shorts!), and simply ordered a salad. It was pretty hard, though, watching them all sit there with grease and mayonnaise all over their chins and fingers as they gorged themselves on the food, and, of course, the smell almost drove me wild.

I made them all really smarten themselves up that night - even though it was going to be something they didn't want to take part in the following day, it always seems to me that if you're going to do something you may as well do it to the best of your ability. So I supervised them as they clipped their finger and toe nails, then as they trimmed each others pubes, shaved their balls and the backs of their necks so there was a good crisp line there, and so on. When they'd finished and stood around idly before climbing in to bed, Jamie asked, rather impertinently, I thought "So what about you then, Steve?"

Seeing me look puzzled he went on "Well you're going to have to perform tomorrow, aren't you? And we can all see that since you stopped grooming yourself as a proper gladiator your pubes have all grown - and your balls are all hairy, aren't they, Luke?"

Luke nodded and added "And there's some hair on the shaft of his dick, too...."

I thought it was a bit disloyal of Luke to say this, actually - I mean, he only knew this as I let him share my bed, and there are some things guys ought to keep private, I reckon: he always liked to stroke my balls when he snuggled against me to jerk me off, and it's true that they were now hairy like a free man's, but that's no reason to blurt it out to the whole world, is it?

"So come on, Steve... in the shower. Then we'll shave you and get you ready properly", Jamie called out. "I don't want to have to plough my way through a lot of hair when I fuck you, so I'll volunteer to shave around your arsehole..."

"There'll be none of that! It will me be doing the fucking...."

"Are you sure, Steve? I saw the way that doctor was looking at you, and I reckon that as well as seeing you in action with Luke or me, he'll probably want to see one of us fucking you..."

"What about me?", Darren cut in. They'll want to see Steve with me, too."

"I reckon not", Jamie told him almost curtly. "It's professional ethics, isn't it? The doctor can hardly order you to get fucked as you're his patient.... And anyway they may as well see 'proper' guys, Luke and me, rather than your twisted leg."

This was too much. I saw Darren looking really anguished at what Jamie had said, and I wonder if they were on the point of breaking up as lovers as he never normally made any reference at all to Darren's problem. "Listen, Mr know it all", I snapped at Jamie. "Medical ethics doesn't come in to it at all. Darren's a slave, remember? The doctor/patient thing only applies to free men. I reckon that they'll all want to see Darren in action as in some ways he's got a much better body than yours - sure his leg is twisted at the moment, but the doctor will probably want to see Darren really working with it as it will help him understand exactly what he has to do to fix it."

Darren was smiling a bit as I said this, but Jamie scowled. "What do you mean 'a better body than mine' ?"

"Calm down!", I told him. "Maybe I should say 'different' rather than 'better'. He's longer in the legs than you, with a shorter body - haven't you noticed that when you're standing together you're the same height, but his dick rides on top of yours? If they want to see a sword fight, he'd definitely be at an advantage."

"Hey, sword fighting.... That would be cool. Just like Roman gladiators, rather than what we used to do... But what about the blood?", Luke asked.

"No, not swords like that! The kind of sword fighting guys like you could do is to have me fasten your hands behind your backs, then stroke you to a good solid erection.... Then you stand there and 'fight' each other with your hard dicks - try to stab at each others balls, stuff like that. When I first became a gladiator we sometimes did it as a good practice, as it really teaches you to use your body to dodge and weave quickly. It fell out of favour for some reason, but it used to be quite fun - well, if you didn't get really hit in the balls, of course. I was always at a bit of a disadvantage as mine hang low so they're a good target, and those guys with small tight sacs right up under their dicks are really hard to hit."

"Do you think we'll have to do stuff like that, Steve?" Luke cut in. He sounded worried.

"Probably not. If it's a group of guys with some slaves like you to play with, I reckon it will be pretty 'vanilla' - they'll want to see you fucking each other, they'll probably want to play with your bodies a bit, maybe get you to suck them off, perhaps even some of the more daring might want to fuck you.... Or maybe they'll have brought some nice young slave girls with them and will want to see you stud.... So nothing to worry about."

"That's gross, Steve!"

"Look, Luke, I know you're only used to being with other gladiators. But those free men are men, you know.... If they fuck you there's not a lot of difference between one of their dicks and Jamie's or Darren's."

Jamie sounded really contemptuous as he chipped in "Yeah, men with big fat bellies, man tits... Their dicks might feel the same, but the rest of their bodies against yours will be really gross. Or they might be like those perverted guys who liked to have private bouts arranged so they could sit there and jerk off whilst we fought...."

"Cool it, all of you! Just focus on what we're getting, will you? Darren's getting his leg fixed, and that's all that really matters - if you have to suck some old guy's dick, so fucking what?" And if they want to fuck you - well, it's all over soon enough...."

"I hope you still think the same at the end, Steve", Jamie told me. "You've got to perform as well, you know. So how about if they want to fuck you? Those guys might like to do it with someone nearer their own age...."

Well, he had a point, I suppose. And I felt just a little bit sick inside - I hadn't had sex with someone I didn't want to since shortly after becoming a gladiator - of course I'd been used when I first arrived at the training school, it's kind of a rite of passage, if you'll excuse the pun, but once I learned a bit about fighting it had got too much trouble. I mean, why would a gladiator fight another to have sex, when there were enough gladiators around happy to oblige? Still, I didn't like the rebellious tone this conversation was taking. So I looked hard at all of them and said "Listen, we need Darren's leg fixing. So tomorrow you - and me - will do whatever those guys want. We're all in this together, OK?"

I saw them looking, then fucking Jamie said "Sure, Steve. So you'd better get stripped and in the shower, then we'll trim you and shave you...."

Actually, it wasn't all that bad. Gladiators are used to grooming each other as at the School they didn't see the point of using special slaves to do that kind of thing, so Jamie, Darren and Luke were pretty expert. And once they'd got started I kind of fell into an old routine - it's not as if I haven't had other guys shaving my balls and ass, after all. And having Luke standing astride my legs as I sat there as he snipped away at the hairs around my nips so that they got their proper prominence was really erotic - he was concentrating really hard and bending close and I could feel this hot breath on my skin. He was clearly excited by it and was erect and as I looked at the tiny beads of pre-cum just peeking out from his piss slit, it made me hard, too. As soon as he'd finished my arms snaked out around his body and I hugged him close to me, then feeling his warm skin against mine, I knew I wanted - no, needed - sex. So I began to push him down

onto my lap, and as I felt his ass touching my dick I couldn't help thrusting upwards. He gasped in astonishment, as normally I didn't fuck Luke as I thought he was too young for me, but I knew he was ready for it as his arms were around my neck now, as if he was trying to pull himself closer to me and he was giving those little whimpers and murmurs that guys do when they're really aroused.

It was really sexy, actually - I was gentle with Luke so it took a long time to get my dick right into him as I sat there and he lowered himself on to it, and when it was right there and his hot butt was pressing against my thighs, I didn't then fuck him really hard as I like to do. Instead I just flexed my thighs up and down so my dick slid just a little in and out of him. His dick was rock solid, though, and it added to my sensation as it was trapped in-between out two bodies and I could feel it sliding over my hard belly - and I knew it must be leaving a trail of pre-cum.

It took me about fifteen minutes of this before I felt my balls tightening and I knew I was about to cum - I reckon I could have gone on for longer, but Luke had managed to push his head down a bit and was sucking at my nips, and that was too much for me. I cried out as my dick injected my cum up into him, then just sat there as my dick softened inside him with his now sweaty body pressed against mine. Luke was moaning and his body jerked a couple of times and I realised that all that sliding of his dick between our bodies must have stimulated him so much that he'd shot his load - indeed, I could feel something sensuously warm sliding down over my hard belly. I stroked his head and slid my hands up and down his back, and it felt so good .

Jamie spoiled it, though. "Fucking lovebirds!", he said to Darren. "Look at them sitting there like that. Shall we show them how real men do it, rough and hot?"

I helped Luke get up off my now almost soft dick, slapped him affectionately on his butt, and told him to get a wash cloth to clean me up. Jamie and Darren were starting to make out, and I thought Jamie should be taught a lesson for being so rude, so I said calmly "Enough! You two had better save yourselves for tomorrow - I think the audience will want to see a lot of cum, so you'd better not fuck each other tonight."

"What about you?", Darren retorted. "I reckon an older guy needs to 'save' himself more than we do! And Luke's shot, too - I can see it all over your belly...."

"I said 'no'! Isn't that clear?"

"It's unfair, Steve", Darren cut in. "You can't expect Jamie and me not to have sex. We always do, and now we've seen you and Luke in action...."

"So tonight will be a change for you both, then. Now, get into bed. And no fooling around - if I hear you at it, I'll tan your hides."

They did as I said, then lay there kind of demurely, on their backs, on opposite sides of the bed. They were laughing and smiling at each other, and I could see the sheet tenting upwards over their dicks. I got into bed and Luke climbed in beside me and "spooned" his body back against mine as he usually did. The whispering and giggling from the other bed went on and on, though, and it was kind of distracting. I felt in such a good mood, though, that I relented. "OK, you guys!", I called out. "Fuck if you want to - but get it over quickly as I want to sleep. But be warned - if you don't make a good show tomorrow, you can both expect trouble tomorrow night!"

Luke turned his body around to face me, and his hand reached down and started to tease my balls. "No....", I whispered. "Not you. I do need to recharge a bit."

End Of Part 34