Reluctant Gladiator

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

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We carried on our slow but steady progress, and once we'd got used to the 'wheels' it was all going well on the sex front, too. In practice what happened was that when Jamie and Darren were together they just did what they'd always done. And when it was my turn with Mike - and is with me - we lay close together and did a lot of kissing and cuddling and jerking off, but not a lot of fucking: Mike quickly learned that if he insisted on fucking me then the next time I would fuck him, which he didn't like. It was also OK when either Mike or I was with Luke as he liked older guys, and whether it was his turn to choose or not he'd always let us fuck him. So Mike and I only had a problem on those nights when we were paired with Jake or Darren - or, rather, with Jake: Darren was a bit of a 'one man guy' and really didn't want to have sex with any one other than Jamie, so it usually ended up with some simple jerking off and that was that. The only problem

for Mike and me really was Jamie, and only then when it was his turn to choose. Still, what I'd said to him about Mike taking 'revenge' seemed to be holding, so that although he liked to fuck Mike he never bragged about it, and I guess Mike enjoyed fucking him, too.

The first night I was with Jamie was problematic, though. I didn't particularly want to fuck him as I'd almost come to the conclusion that the 'one man' policy was best, and so after I'd jerked him off and then had him do the same to me, he lay there seeming to be a bit disappointed. I whispered to him to get to sleep but he wanted to talk - and the discussion was about what I thought was wrong with Jamie! I had to reassure him that a lot of guys liked jerking off with other guys but wanted to 'save' themselves for one particular guy when it came to fucking, but I'm not sure he really accepted it. Still, compared to the situation we'd had before the 'wheels', everything was pretty much OK. And with a steady flow of work we were decently housed and well fed, and, as I pointed out to the guys, we were getting to see a whole lot more of the country that people usually did these days as travel was so expensive.

We had a stroke of luck when we hit one town - I can't remember its name as so many of those small towns have merged into a sort of composite 'place' in my memory - when I was enquiring about bus tickets out at the weekend the clerk seemed surprised, as he told me that it was the County Fair day on the Saturday. We'd all been working pretty much non-stop for several weeks and so I decided to give the guys a treat and booked tickets for the Sunday instead, and then told them all that we'd be having a day off and going to the fair. As usual, Jamie was pretty sceptical and said that he didn't want to spend the day looking at a lot of animals being paraded in the rings, and I said that was OK as he could simply lie on the grass and soak up the sun if he wanted to.

It was only when we got there that I realised that in addition to the classes for cattle and pigs and chickens and so on there was also a 'Novelty Slave Show' as part of the proceedings. I went to find out what that was all about and discovered that unlike a proper championship show where slaves were judged on their bodies, this was more of a 'fun' thing so there were classes for the slave with the smallest dick, the ones whose ears stuck out most, and so on. Looking through the descriptions of the classes I didn't think any of my guys would stand a chance - they were all pretty good looking, as you know, and certainly 'smallest dick' would never be something that they could aspire to. Still there was a class for 'The slave who looks most like his owner' and I reckoned that Mike and me would be in with a chance and so I paid the entrance fee and signed up.

In the afternoon we all went to the show ring and it was a lot of fun, actually to see some of the classes - the ears sticking out, the slave with the biggest feet, all that kind of thing was fun. But when the slave with the smallest dick was judged I thought it was pretty much of a cheat as the prize was awarded to a slave whose owner had had him 'stubbed' so he had almost no dick at all! The real prize winner in that class should have been a huge nigga - a really massive guy who probably worked as a draft animal judging by his muscles - who when he had to drop his shorts for the judging was seen to have a really, really short thin dick, quite out of proportion to the rest of him - the crowd all roared and cheered as he was paraded around, but his owner was only awarded second prize.

When they announced the class for the slave who looked most like is owner I almost dropped out immediately - I thought they'd be looking for guys with the same build, the same kind of face, and stuff like that. But in fact it seemed that the competition was mostly about clothes: owners and their slaves appeared wearing the same kind of suits and stuff like that, irrespective of their size. There was a sizeable prize, though, and there was no way I could get my entry money back so I thought we might as well enter anyway, but I was pretty pissed off. It was Darren who came up with the solution: "If you and Mike strip off, Steve, you'd be certain to win: you'd both be dressed the same - in nothing - and then they'd have to agree you were really alike as you've got the same build, the same size dicks, everything."

I really didn't want to do that, but Jamie started laughing and said something like "Steve doesn't want to strip in front of all these folk - it's not as if he's a gladiator now, and he's no longer got a six-pack, unlike Mike...."

I slapped him - not hard, but kind of half in jest - as he needed to remember that Mike and me were still the guys who really ran things and that young guys like him needed to remember their places, and he grinned back at me and muttered "...and you can't even hit hard any longer!"

It was a good idea, though, but when I went to the judges and asked if it was OK to strip they came up with a problem: it was OK for slaves to be naked but there was a town ordinance that forbad free men being nude in public. It was Darren who again saved the day, though - he'd noticed a slave wear stall and raced off there with a couple of new dollars and came back with two G-strings: tiny white satin-like triangles with strings on each corner, and Mike and I stood there and put them on.

We caused a sensation when we came out into the judging ring - two big, tough guys like us wearing those tiny, utterly minimal pouches which barely concealed our dicks and balls, and which were so small that it was quite apparent to everyone that we shaved and trimmed most of our pubes. All the fancy suits and scarves and hats and stuff were quite forgotten by the crown in the excitement of seeing me and Mike, arms around each others shoulders, strutting proudly around the ring. We won first price by popular acclaim, I reckon! It felt a bit odd, though: the last time I'd appeared in public wearing so little had been in the arena in front of an audience of thousands, and somehow this was very impersonal: the closest spectator was a long way from us because the floor of the arena is of course sunk, and the sheer volume of people makes it easy to see them as a solid mass and not as individuals. It was quite different here where the crowd was behind

simple rope barriers at the edge of the show ring, and there were only few hundreds of them so they were much more individual. I could feel Mike trembling slightly and he muttered to me that it was a bit like when he'd first been sold and paraded around the dealer's selling ring. "It was OK until they told me to drop my shorts and run two circuits totally naked", he added. "That was the first time I'd ever had to expose myself to more than one woman at a time!"

After we'd collected the prize Mike and I stood there surrounded by Jamie, Darren and Luke, and I saw a guy looking at us intently - well looking at our bodies, I reckon. He had that air of casual elegance about him that shouted 'money', and I reckon he was a couple of years older than Luke and Darren - probably twenty two or three. Jamie handed me my boxers and jeans which he'd been holding and I told the guys to cluster around me so I could change - but I reckon he caught a glimpse of me between their bodies as I did so, and he continued to stand there pretending not to stare at us even though he was clearly keenly interested. I therefore told Mike to get dressed, but this time to do it very openly as there was no prohibition on him being naked, and now the young guy couldn't tear his eyes away - and I saw that his expensive looking slacks were bulging very prominently at the front.

I thought the guys deserved a treat as we'd won the prize and they'd been working so hard for so many weeks, and was about to head off to the barbecue tent when the young guy came over and said, very politely, "I must congratulate you on owning some fine slaves, sir. I was impressed with the one you had with you in the arena, but these others, too..."

"Why thank you.."

"And you yourself, sir - in such amazing condition, too...."

"I try to keep in shape!"

"And obviously succeed, sir. Might I buy you a drink?"

"That's extremely kind, but I'm taking my slaves to the barbecue tent. They haven't eaten properly yet today, and they've been toiling away all week...."

"That's amazing! An owner who truly cares for his slaves. No wonder they are such a credit to you. But might I accompany you and buy you a drink there? It would be a pleasure to watch your slaves eating...."

"Well I need to, too! You can sit and watch all of us..."

"Thank you, sir..."

"I'm Steve....", I added, sticking out my hand.

"Ryan....", the guy replied, and we shook - his hand was hard and firm, and as guys do we each increased the pressure to see who was going to flinch first, up to that point when we saw that neither of us was going to give in and so we smiled at each other and broke off mutually.

At the barbecue tent things were segregated - I could send in the guys to buy stuff for me so that as a free man I did not have to queue, but there was no way that we were going to be allowed to share the same table to eat it, as the tables were all clearly marked "Free men only", and we saw a lot of what must be slaves sitting on the grass outside the roped-off enclosure. Ryan seemed to want to talk, though, and he casually tossed a lot of new dollars at Mike and said "Your master and I will have beers and the special pulled pork rolls. And you and the other slaves can have what you like - but only one beer each..." Then he stopped and blushed and looking at me almost stammered "I'm sorry, Steve.... I get so used to ordering things. Is a beer and sandwich OK for you?"

"Sure. And thank you. But let me pay..."

"No, you're a guest in our town - well at least I assume you are, as I haven't seen you around before, and I'd certainly remember you if I had...."

Ryan and I sat at a relatively secluded table and Luke almost immediately came out with our beers and said the sandwiches would be along shortly. We clinked glasses, and then Ryan, looking rather embarrassed, muttered "Steve, can I hire your slave Mike for a few hours?"

"In principle, yes. But we're leaving tomorrow..."

"Oh that will be fine. I need him for a couple of hours tonight..." Seeing my look of curiosity he started to blush. Then muttered "Look, Steve, you look like a fair-minded sort of guy, judging by the way you didn't mind exposing yourself alongside a slave like that. But it's not easy living in a small town like this, you know...."

"It seems a pretty nice place to me, Ryan..."

"Yes, I always thought that, growing up. But then I went away to college, and it's a different world out there. And now I'm back I can't stand it - it's too small, people are so provincial, they don't understand..."

"So leave!"

"Dad won't let me.. He'd cut me off. I'd have no money..."

I looked at him and he seemed to be so unhappy. "You've been to college. You look like a well set-up kind of guy. What's more important to you? Being happy, or having your dad's money? Just quit, and go and get a job...."

"It's not as simple as that. I went to college.. But I didn't graduate...."

"You don't look stupid!"

"I'm not. But I had other things to do...." He saw me looking curiously again, and blushed deeply. "You don't know what it's like growing up in a town like this, especially when your dad owns all the land and most of the businesses.... Where everyone knows you, everyone's talking about you, everyone's watching your every move...."

"And at high school, Ryan, I bet all the girls wanted to hook you as you'd be a good catch, so there'd be lots of gossip and it would be hard to actually make out...?"

"Yes, especially I was captain of football and all that stuff. I like using my body, Steve."

"So what went wrong at college?"

"Nothing went wrong. But I was off the leash for the first time in my life. And I guess I overdid the social stuff..."

"Partying, drugs, sex...."

A huge smile broke out on Ryan's face. "Well the partying and the sex, sure!" He then started to look miserable again as he continued "But now I'm back here there's no partying... And no sex...."

"I'd have thought that those high school chicks would still be throwing themselves at you..."

"They try, Steve. But I'm not interested. When I was at college I was able to act as I've always wanted to - I like guys, Steve, and at college that was OK. I made lots of friends, then fucked a lot, a whole lot.... And now I' back here...."

"Oh come on! In a town this size there must be a lot of guys who'd want to fuck with a good looking stud like you..."

"There might be - but I couldn't do it, could I? They almost certainly rent from dad, or work for him.... The scandal... It's a very conservative place...."

"So buy a slave..."

"Dad wouldn't let me. And, anyway, slaves talk....." He gripped my hand across the table. "Look, Steve, I feel I can tell you all this as you're clearly a man who appreciates the finer points of a guy's body - well, judging from those slaves you own.... And so I thought that I could get some temporary relief, I could hire that slave Mike for a couple of hours... And you're leaving town so there would be no talk...."

"...and fuck him?"

Ryan nodded. "I need another guy to fuck, Steve, need it so much... It's been a couple of months...."

"But why Mike? Aren't there any 'Pleasure Palaces' in this part of the country?"

"Look at the ass on him! That's why. I've managed to keep it all in check, managed with jerking off, but I'm desperate. And I'd have to drive a hundred miles to a pleasure place where our family wasn't known...."

At that moment Jamie arrived and plonked two plates down in front of us with huge pieces of bread and piles of meat on them. "Fuck you, Steve", he muttered. "Ditching your buddies and dining with the fancy folk..."

As he turned to go Ryan looked shocked. "He's your slave... And he spoke to you like that...."

I laughed. "We're not exactly owner and slave, Ryan. Well, in law we are. But all five of us are more like buddies... We've been through a lot together..."

"He's got a nice ass, too....", Ryan muttered as we watched Jamie crossing the enclosure.

"I can see you're an ass man! And yes, he has - that's what all the training did, and now they all work hard at physical labour..."

Seeing Ryan's inquisitive stare I gave him a brief history of how we'd been gladiators, and as I did so I saw him shuffling around in his seat as if he was really uncomfortable. When I'd finished he leaned forward so that no one at the surrounding tables could hear. "Fuck me, Steve! I've almost shot my load into my pants hearing all of that. You've got to let me rent Mike now, I need it...."

I thought about it, and it seemed to me that I'd be doing a real favour for Ryan. And I felt certain that he'd pay whatever I asked for, in reason, and the money would certainly be helpful. There'd be a real problem with Mike, though - as you know, he doesn't like being fucked, and when he learned that I'd hired him out as a pleasure slave I knew there'd be trouble.

"Look, I can't promise anything. But come to our motel tonight, around seven, and I'll see what can be done."

Ryan went off then and the five of us spent the rest of the afternoon just mooching around, eating ice cream, looking at the animals, and all that sort of stuff. Mike even won a small prize in the chicken throwing competition, taking over from one of the owners when the guy pulled a muscle half way through. We had pizza from a coal-fired mobile pizza van, and then made our way back to the motel all really mellow and happy. It was only then that I really remembered that I needed to talk to Mike, but as I was about to start there was a knock at the door.

Luke answered it and Ryan strode in - he's a tall guy, kind of confident looking, and he didn't seem to mind the stares from the four of them as they looked at him standing there on the threshold - or were they looking at the case of beer that he had casually slung on one shoulder?

I made introductions, and Ryan opened the beer and tossed us all a can, and when we'd finished that - very quickly - another. We were making small talk about the fair and stuff like that, when Ryan suddenly stood up. As we watched, he undid his shirt and tossed it aside, then pulled off his T to reveal his nicely muscled and furred body. Still smiling at us he undid his belt, pushed down his jeans and stepped out of them. We were all staring now at his white cotton briefs- the very thin white cotton that usually only slave clothing is made out of, and as he saw us looking Ryan stroked his crotch suggestively and said casually 'I can't abide expensive underwear - it's too tight. A man needs to have a bit of freedom, doesn't he...."

He smiled again, staring at each of us individually, then pushed his briefs off. His dick sprang up as if pleased to be released, and it was properly in proportion to the rest of him. There was no trace of the 'free man's band' of white around his middle, and he twisted and turned a bit seductively as he told us casually 'It was a good summer and the roof of the dorm building at college was pretty private for me and a few of my buddies..."

Ryan then looked at me. "I thought you said you and your buddies were all real guys who liked a bit of fun. What are you waiting for? Are you ashamed of your bodies, or don't you think you can get it up?"

I don't know if you guys reading this have ever been to an orgy, but it can be a lot of fun. We used to do it sometimes at the gladiator school, but the five of us had kind of got out of the habit, and as you know we anyway had our own particular preferences for partners. But with Ryan there the whole dynamic changed, and a guy can't make a challenge to a lot of gladiators about being ashamed of their bodies and not being able to hold an erection without triggering some action, can he? Within seconds we had all torn our clothes off and our normal rather staid sexual habits had been forgotten.

It was obvious that Ryan was a real 'party animal' - he'd suck any dick placed within reach of his mouth, push his dick into any hole that was available, kiss, lick, tickle, tease.... And he was lithe and active and threw himself into it with the kind of enthusiasm that only a guy who hasn't had sex for some time can. We all utterly exhausted ourselves, and finally fell asleep from utter exhaustion in one bed in a mad tangle of arms, legs and bodies.

In the very early hors of the morning I woke up and as usual Mike was somehow curled around me, snoring gently, with that soft look on his face that only someone who has seen him asleep could guess that he has, considering how fierce he can be in the day. There was a lot of suppressed muttering and laughter from the other bed and I looked across to realise that somehow we'd unravelled ourselves and now Jamie, Darren, Luke and, I presumed, Ryan, were in the other bed and were fucking away. I drifted back to sleep, somehow wondering if what I'd seen was true or if it was one of those dreams you have when your sleep is disturbed.

I knew it wasn't a dream in the morning, though, as when I got up to piss I saw the four young guys lying sprawled together, bodies and limbs casually intertwined. I woke Mike up and pointed at them and he smiled at me, and we pulled some clothes on and went to get our breakfast.

"Ever feel you're getting old?", he asked me as we ate. "When I was first a gladiator I used to be one of those young guys who fucked all night...."

"I thought you only liked bitches?"

"Oh, by the time I met you I was winning, and I could afford them. But when I was new all of us younger gladiators used to play together like that - we were all so horny all the time and it was natural for us to fuck each other. It really takes me back. I can't do it now, though."

"Why not?"

"Because you always want to go to sleep when we've fucked or even jerked off, Steve!" He laughed, and I felt so good to have a guy like Mike I could be with like this. Then he said "What time does the bus leave?"

"Oh fuck! We'd better go and get the others up. You'd better buy them some burgers and coffee - no, milk, as they've had enough stimulation I guess..."

I rushed back to the room and pulled at the naked guys, and soon they were all standing there with their morning piss hard-ons. "Get showered, pull some clothes on, the bus leaves soon...."

"Take me with you, Steve" Ryan said.

"What?"

"You heard me. I want to come with you. I haven't had such fun since I left college...."

"No, Ryan. You're a free guy. You've got your life here...."

"I've got no life here, Steve. I told you that last night. Dad's got some bitch lined up for me to marry - it's more like cementing a deal between two companies than anything else.... I like guys, and being with Darren and Jamie and Luke last night has made me realise what I've been missing since I left college."

"Ryan, it won't work. You've got money, you're a free guy, you can't do the sort of work these guys do - labouring - you..."

"Yes I can, Steve. And I've got no money, not if I leave: dad will cut me off without a cent. And what else can I do? If I fall out with dad, as I'm bound to as I won't marry the bitch he has lined up for me, I'll end up as a labourer anyway, and without guys like you around me I'll probably fail, then I'll be penniless, and be enslaved... Better to join up with a great bunch of guys like you..."

"I'm sorry, Ryan, but it's out of the question. You're a free man, and it's difficult enough to convince folk that we're 'legitimate' - one owner and his four slaves. We'd never convince anyone there could be two free men and four slaves..."

"That's OK, Steve. I'll act like a slave, I'll work alongside the guys here..."

"Sorry, Ryan, but you don't know what you're saying", Jamie cut in. "You can't just act like a slave, it isn't that easy. Some of the jobs Steve hire us out for are really tough, and they have overseers and people like that with a tawse or a cane to 'encourage' us - have you ever had a cane across your ass to make you work harder?"

"No. But I had some pretty sadistic coaches at high school and college who really made me work..."

Jamie took a step towards Ryan and stood facing him. Ryan was a couple of inches taller and probably had a few pounds of muscle over Jamie, but Jamie was as usual totally unafraid. He reached out and ran his hands over Ryan's chest and belly, as so many people had done to Jamie in the past, to 'inspect' him. "So OK you've got a nice body - you were OK in bed. But these are 'gym' muscles - nothing like what you get from gladiator training and then solid hard manual labour. There's no way you could keep up with us when we were working."

"I bet you were like this at some point...", Ryan countered. "But you must have toughened up, so I can too."

"...toughened up with harsh gladiator training! There's no way a guy like you can start that now."

I began to feel sorry for Ryan who was trying to argue logically with Jamie. There's no real way of doing that as the moment he senses he's losing the point he shifts the argument to something else. With Jamie you needed to listen, then state your point, then hit him if he carried on talking rubbish. "Jamie, of course he could toughen up. I came in as a gladiator..."

"...but you were a marine, already pretty tough."

"And I was a top athlete at college", Ryan chipped in. "So what's the difference?"

At that moment Mike came into the room clutching a big paper bag with breakfast. "What the fuck's going on?" he demanded.

"Ryan here wants to come with us", Jamie told him. "He reckons he could keep up with the work. There's no way - he hasn't had all the training like we did."

"I reckon you're right, Jamie. But he can learn." He looked at Ryan and said "Are you certain? You're willing to be treated like Jamie, Darren and Luke?"

"Of course!" Ryan said this in the kind of annoyed tone only free men really use, and I could see it angered Mike.

"On all fours then.", Mike snapped. "Get your shoulders on the floor, and that cute ass of yours up in the air and I'll fuck you..."

"I like sex as much as the next guy", Ryan said calmly, "But I don't get fucked."

With that incredible fluid fast motion that he has Mike hit him, threw him to the floor, turned him over, and started to fuck him. Ryan was at first too dazed to shout or protest, but as Mike's dick rammed home he started to scream, and Mike casually hit him again and resumed fucking. I tried to stop him, but Jamie and Darren held me back - I'm no match for both of them and they were acting concertedly. "You've got to let this finish", Darren hissed. "There's no way of stopping this without causing mayhem. And it's Ryan's fault..."

Afterwards - and it didn't take long, as fighting always really arouses Mike - Mike hauled Ryan to his feet. "See, boy? This is how a slave gets used by other slaves. Still want to come with us?"

Ryan went to throw himself at Mike, but Luke pushed in. "Fuck you, Mike!", he shouted. Then he tugged at Ryan "Come on... You'll feel better after a shower. And you can wear my spare pair of slave shorts."

The two of them went into the bathroom, and Darren said to Jamie "It looks as if your little brother has got himself a lover. Ryan wanted to play with all of us last night, but Luke was really turned on by him, I reckon."

End Of Part Forty Two