Spoils of War

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

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Part 14

My "lessons" with James continued for just over a week. On the second morning was almost looking forward to it - he seemed a nice guy, and it was certainly better than having to race around the assault course in the driving, cold rain that was the weather for that day, which is what all my room mates had to do.

He hardly said a word, but handed me his jacket, which I now folded and placed carefully in the corner, just as I had the previous day. I stood there, acting like a valet, and he smiled. "You're a quick learner, Spike.... But I'm afraid we have to move on. I like to take it a bit slower than this, but the Colonel has told me you have a fight scheduled, and so we need to really cut out some of the time going through the preliminaries. I'm sorry about this, old chap, as it's much more fun for both of us if we do it properly... But you're his property, and if he wants you finished off quickly, well, that's what's got to happen to you."

"Strip those clothes off, Spike, then, and let's not waste any more time...."

I did as he said, and we stood there, looking at each other. "I'd usually start with a bit more fondling and kissing today, then some more gentle cock sucking.

But I'm afraid there's no time for that. And I don't like doing this really, but I sense that you're still a bit temperamental about these things.... So turn around, there's a good chap...."

I did as he said, and he gently pulled my hands behind my back. Then, before I could react, something cold went around my wrists - he'd cuffed me! As I reacted, trying to pull my hands free, he put his arm around my shoulders, looked me straight in the eye, and said "Calm down, Spike. I'm sorry about this - but we're having to skip ahead.... And a lot of my students find the second and third cock sucking lessons a little difficult at the best of times. It's in your own interests to be cuffed, so I can control you better, as if you were to do anything foolish then we'd have to punish you. Now down on your knees... And let's start where we left off yesterday, with you taking my scent and then massaging my dick a little with that lovely tongue of yours...."

It all sounded so sensible, and what possible reason could I have for refusing to do today what I'd done yesterday? So I knelt down, moved my face into his crotch, and once again breathed in those musky scents of his maleness. As he had before, after a time he pushed my head away and looked down at me. His smile had vanished, replaced by a more serious look.

"Sorry about this, Spike....". As he said this, he threaded a leather string, rather like a thick shoelace, through my snout ring, and held both ends. I watched almsot in amazement as he held me there as he used his other hand to jerk himself into a hard erection, then told me to open my mouth. I hated the tightness of the leather string through my snout ring making a tension in my nose, and being unable to move my head.

Well, this was no gentle cumming onto my tongue - he rammed his dick towards the back of my throat, and as I started to gag and choke because of his presence in my mouth and throat, he held onto the leather string tightly so that I couldn't pull my head away. I tried, of course - when you're spluttering and retching your body tries to do everything it can to remove the problem - but with my hands cuffed ,and the pain from my snout ring if I tried yo use the big muscles in my shoulders and neck to move my head back, I was powerless.

On and on it went - I'd gag and begin to retch, my whole chest and belly heaving as my body's automatic reflexes tried to rid me of the problem. Then he'd pull out slightly, to give me time to snatch a brief breath of air, before plunging back in. My whole body was heaving, I could feel my wrists getting sore as the cuffs cut into them, and there were tears streaming down my face. It went on and on, and I felt worse and worse. I thought I was going to die, choked in a pool of my own vomit. Or would I die from loss of blood, when I tore my nose open in a desperate attempt to escape the string holding me to him?

But then it was over - he gave a shout of triumph, and stood there, arched forward towards me as if trying to get the last centimetre of his dick into my throat. I almost passed out from lack of air, but then he pulled out of me completely, and through my wheezing and the tears flooding my eyes, I could see his dick covered in his cum and my phlegm.

He pulled the leather string out of my snout ring, and used his strong gentle hands to pull my head down into his crotch again. He stood there, almost cradling me, running his hands over my head and shoulders, as if trying to comfort me. "There, Spike... It's all over.

That's a proper throat fucking. We'll have to do some more of that later in the week, as you need to learn how to take most of a man's dick without all that gagging and so on.... But it's pretty spectacular, isn't it? Can you imagine the effects on the crowd if you fuck a defeated opponent's throat like that? And after a fight, when your passion's really running high, you'd naturally tend to go all the way in, as hard and as far as you can - wit h a big dick like yours, that will either totally block the throat and the guy will pass out, or trigger his vomiting reflex - either way, very spectacular, and a huge excitement for the crowd!"

"James, why.... My nose.... The ring.... You used me like some animal...."

"Oh Spike, come on! Stop complaining. A lot of men would find it enjoyable to be forced into sex like that!"

"But tying me up by the ring...."

"Well how else would you have taken it? If I hadn't had you cuffed, and held by the snout, you'd never have let me get that far. It usually takes three or four lessons before a man can take my cock like that. And, as I've explained, we don't have time: the Colonel wants you to be ready for the second channel. But I think you've got a problem here, Spike.... I think we know each other well enough by now to be frank, don't you? So I'll come straight out with it: you're not thinking of yourself as a slave; you still see yourself as a man. Listen to you.... 'You used me like some animal', you said. Well, Spike, that's what you are, isn't it, in fact? The Colonel owns you, he's bought you, he can sell you, he keeps you 'caged' here, he has you trained.... You are a slave, Spike, just a bit above an animal, but not much. And certainly not a man any more. And you need to have the right attitude about this: if you go on thinking you're a man, you'll not perform properly, or you'll do silly things, like trying to escape.... And then the consequences will be simply terrible: recaptured escaped slaves are routinely castrated, you know, and that's only the start!"

"But it's not right, James. I'm not an animal, or slave... I'm a guy, like you..."

"There you go again, Spike! No, you're not a 'guy' like me! You're part of the spoils of a very unpleasant civil war in your country, booty captured by the winners, and sold off like any other part of the loser's assets. You're a slave, Spike - nothing can change that now, and the sooner you learn to accept that, accept it properly, the happier you'll be. Believe me - I've seen enough young slaves like you - there's only two ways to go: accept your new status, learn to live with it, and live relatively happily. Or continue to fight it - and it's a fight you'll lose, just as you lost the war - they hold all the winning cards, have all the power over you - and you'll be constantly unhappy: not only will you seethe with anger and frustration every day, but you'll not perform properly as a slave and so you'll get punished, and that will make you angrier, and more unhappy..... I've seen headstrong young men like you almsot literally tear themselves apart going down that route."

"But James, I can't help it! I'm a marine, a fighter, they're not allowed to make men into slaves..."

"Oh but they are, Spike. The victors have always done whatever they like to the losers, especially in civil wars. Look at what the North did to the South last time. It's just the same - but this time it isn't an interesting historic fact: you're one of the spoils, caught up in it. "

"No...."

"Yes, Spike. But we don't have time to argue about all of this. We need to move on..... We'll leave cock sucking for a while, and I'll start the next lesson.... Although with you in this rebellious state of mind, I think I'd better keep you cuffed for the time being."

I was still kneeling there, and he turned around so that his butt was facing me. Looking down and over his shoulder, he continued quietly "Now, Spike, get your tongue in there and lick my ass - my asshole, that is."

"No! It's disgusting...."

He turned and faced me, his face calm. Then suddenly drew back his hand and slapped me hard across the face, so hard that I almost fell sideways. I knelt there, my ears ringing and my face stinging from the blow.

"Spike, I hate doing that, you know. But you leave me little choice, old chap. I don't want to call the guard in and have you really punished, and I hate those artificial cattle prod things they use here - but you've got to learn to obey, and obey first time, Spike. And please, never refer to something that your owner, or someone acting for your owner, has told you to do as 'disgusting'. And in any case, you're wrong.... Nothing that two men can do together can ever be described as 'disgusting' - it's all perfectly natural, and I won't have those old-fashioned views based on warped christian morality given any credence in my hearing! It's so typical of you working-class men to have these strange ideas - they start you off in your dreadful schools singing hymns about Jesus wanting you for a sunbeam, and before you know where you are you're worried about enjoying other men! Thos of us who had the benefits of a proper English education know better - so leave those things that require judgement to your betters, will you?"

He'd rattled all this off at high speed, and I still knelt there, almsot dazed from his blow and worrying about what the hell was going to happen to me. He turned again so that his lean, white butt was almost in my face, and continued, more calmly and quietly now "OK, Spike, start slowly.... I know it's difficult with that disfiguring snout ring, but start by probing my ass with your nose. Then, when you're comfortable with it, just put your tongue out and take a little, tiny lick.... Then I'll have to help you, as you're cuffed and you can't spread me properly...."

I leaned forward, and again there was that heavy, expensive smell of his soap, still overlain by a strong, manly scent - different from his balls, but somehow exotic and enticing. I pressed my nose into the crack of his butt, wincing slightly as my snout ring caught, and now had something else - a faint smell of crap. Strangely, it didn't make me gag as I thought it would - it was just somehow exciting, to have my nose lodged between his soft, warm butt cheeks.

After a few seconds, I put my tongue out - very hesitantly, I'll admit - and was at once assailed by the salty tang of his sweat, the sickly sweetness of his soap, and a faint, acrid, bitter taste that I just knew must be crap. The combination, though, was somehow intoxicating, and doing this thing that previously I'd found repugnant, was a real turn on: I'd sprung a boner, and thought that I must be drooling pre-cum onto the floor!

James pulled away from me, turned towards me and was smiling. "See, not so bad, was it? Now you need to move on, Spike - I want to really feel that tongue this time...."

He turned again, but now bent from his middle, and reached back and pulled his butt cheeks apart. There, deep down, I could see the darkness of his pucker, contrasting with the milky whiteness of his skin - he had no hair down there, or, as had been done to me, it had been shaved off. I don't think I really wanted to do it, but something drove me on, and it wasn't just the fear of punishment. I pressed my whole face into the moist warmth of his crack, then reached out with my tongue and probed at his pucker. That sharp, sour taste of crap was now much more evident, but still I didn't gag - instead, it almost drove me on. I just knew I had to do it, and began stabbing at his pucker with my tongue, forcing it in. James' body rocked a little in response to the force with which I was thrusting at him, but he steadied himself so that I could continue.... And I heard him start to make little moans of pleasure.

Look, it's not all that marvellous really, is it? Tonguing a guy's ass, I mean. Well, that's what I think. The first few times you do it it's a bit exciting, as it's "different", but there's not much in it for the guy with the tongue, is there? (Although I do like it occasionally when another guy does it to me!). So after a relatively short time, I stopped.

James turned around, and was smiling now. He knelt down so he was at my level, put his hands around my head to pull me towards him, and thrust his tongue into my mouth, beginning to kiss me deeply and passionately. Strangely, I found this almost more disturbing than having been made to tongue his ass - somehow, having a strange guy kissing me like this was too "intimate", and I almost couldn't handle it. Perhaps sensing my lack of response he stopped, looked at me, and smiled. "Still can't get over those inhibitions, eh, Spike? Never mind - I'm not here to teach you how to really enjoy sex, only to make you good at it! You're the loser, you know - why not try to enjoy something that you're going to have to do anyway?"

I Couldn't answer him, and just lowered my head so I didn't have to stare into his piercing eyes. He laughed, softly, and kind of shuffled around behind me to release the cuffs around my wrists. "Now, Spike - what next? You've learned to take cock in your throat, and to use that tongue of yours for something other than arguing with.... I think it's time, in this accelerated programme, to move on to fucking. So tell me about your sex life, Spike... You've fucked a lot, I bet: a big, handsome man like you, and with the need to brag about your conquests to your mates. So lots of women, right...? But no wife or anything - a lot of quick, casual encounters, straight in, fuck away, out and home...?"

"Yes, I mean, no...."

"It's OK, Spike - a lot of men are like you. You're not all that interested in women but you have to pretend to be as it's the 'done thing' in your unit or at your workplace. So you pick them up, fuck them, then brag about it. I've met a lot of men like you. But what about real sex, Spike? You never had a man's cock before you came here, did you?"

"No."

"So let me guess - the Colonel had you tied down, and one of his other slaves took your cherry, with him watching?"

"Yes."

"And what then, Spike? Did you like it? Did you start to have a lot of other men fucking you?"

"No."

"And have you fucked any men, Spike?"

I felt myself blushing. I don't know why. Reluctantly, I muttered "Yes."

"Hmmm.... Interesting. You don't mind telling me that you've been fucked, as you were tied down and you could always say you couldn't help it. But you seem ashamed at having fucked another guy - you must have done that willingly?"

I thought of Lewis's muscular butt, and how we'd enjoyed that time in his bunk, and mumbled "I guess so."

"Ah ha! The psychologist in me says that you really want to do all of it - but you can't admit it to yourself! You didn't mind being fucked all that much, but can't take the next step and go on to try it out frequently - and I bet there are lots of men in your barracks who are offering to fill that hole of yours? And yet you have fucked another guy, presumably willingly, as I said, but don't like to admit it. So anything else?"

Flushing with embarrassment I told him about "the other" with young Dylan, and the mutual jacking off with Stu. He laughed softly, and as we knelt there, put his arms around me and pulled me close to him. "OK, Spike, that's enough! You're just a poor normal man, who was told so many lies when he was growing up that you really don't know where you are! Deep down, like all men, you like being with other men, you enjoy their bodies, you like sex. But you've got this silly unsophisticated attitude to it all - it's only using your body for fun, you know: there's nothing more to it than that. Two men get together, use their bodies in the way they were designed, have a lot of fun, and that's that! The big ju-ju in the sky isn't going to smite you down, you know - all that silly morality stuff they pumped into you at school is just a lot of fairy tales, based on selective reading from the biggest book of fairy tales of all, they call it the bible, I believe."

"So now here's the new rule: for the rest of our time together you stop thinking about what it might be like, stop worrying about what other people might think or say, forget everything anyone else has ever told you about what's 'right' and 'wrong' or 'good' or 'bad' or 'fun' or 'painful' about sex, OK? Just rely on James who's been there, done that, to guide you, and make your own mind up as we go along, will you? Relax, have fun, and you might even find it changes your whole outlook on life. I really do feel sorry for working class men like you who come to me with all this emotional baggage - but I usually succeed in setting them right. Now, will you give it a try?"

I looked at him, kneeling there, his arms around me, smiling and confident. The bastard seemed to have it all. But what had I got to lose? "Yes", I whispered.

"Good boy, Spike. Now - do you want to fuck me, or shall I fuck you? Which shall we do first?"

It was the "first" that worried me, slightly. I hadn't enjoyed being fucked by Lewis with the Colonel watching, and I suppose I had enjoyed fucking Lewis - and almsot fucking young Dylan. But on the other hand I knew I wasn't experienced, and I began to get worried that I'd do it all wrong. James seemed to sense my unease, as he hugged me slightly in reassurance, and whispered in my ear "Come on, Spike, you choose... It doesn't matter, you know: you're safe here, I won't tell. What goes on in here is strictly between you and me, and all that matters is that you come out as a proper functioning man, able to enjoy sex properly."

"I guess I'd better fuck you then, James." As I said this, I pushed him away slightly, then "guided" him to go onto all fours. I pressed my hand to the nape of his neck to push his shoulders onto the padded floor, so that his ass was in the air, shuffled around to kneel between his legs and almost roughly pushed them apart, then started to move my dick up and down his crack - I was already really boned at the thought, and as my dick head played up and down in his crack, nudging the rougher patch of his sphincter, I began to get really turned on. I positioned myself to ram home, but just as I was about to do so, he called out "Hold on there, Spike!"

It was so embarrassing. What had I done wrong? My bone collapsed as if it was a balloon that had been punctured. James sat up and swivelled around to look at me.

"Now, Spike, would that be very much fun for me, if you thrust that big fat cock of yours into me like that? I bet that even when you were being fucked in front of the Colonel they lubed and stretched you, didn't they? There are times when you're going to do it like that with no preparation - like when you've won a match and you're fucking the guy to please the crowd, but when you're with a friend, you need to be more gentle."

"I'm sorry.... I didn't think...."

"Quite so. The perennial problem with the working class. They never think. But we'll let that pass. But now you know about it, what are you going to do?"

"Jerk you off, and use your cum?"

"Yes! And how about putting it all together - how about really pleasing me, by sucking my cock as we learned first, then using that tongue of yours to push some of the cum up into me? Build on your training, Spike...."

Look, I'm not saying it was great at first. But by the time I'd filled my mouth with his cum, then tongued his hole a few times and spat the rest of his cum out of my mouth so that I could slick up my dick, I was ready - probably the hardest bone I could ever remember. I started gently, really enjoying the sensation that throbbed through my dick head as I firstly gained entry, then began to slide in and out slowly and carefully. But then it happened - that "something" in my brain. I knew I was in control. I had this man under me, spiked on my dick, powerless to do anything to defend himself. He'd "made" me suck him off and tongue him, but now it was me that was calling the shots, me that was going to decide how it was to be done. I felt that wave of power sweeping over me, the same wave I get when I'm fighting. Nothing else mattered except that I should win - and now "winning" was doing as I wanted, not as James instructed.

I fucked him hard. My whole body was slamming into him. There was that loud "slapping" noise as my flesh collided with his ass. I was dimly aware that he was shouting - was he enjoying it, or was it hurting him? I didn't care. My entire focus was on the incredible feelings flooding up from my dick as I did what a man is supposed to do, and that wonderful elation that comes when you're in control. I didn't care how long it went on for. I would have been happy to have powered away all morning at him. But there are some things a man can't control, aren't there - all too soon I felt that other power sweeping through me, that power that leaves a man helpless: my balls contracted, and I knew I was shooting a massive load of cum deep up inside him. I knelt there, amazed at how my body "knew" what it was meant to do - just at the right moment my back had arched as if in a great spasm, thrusting my hips forward with so much force it was as if I needed to split him open to get my dick even further in. My head was thrown back, and I gage a great shout of "Fuuuuu....cccccckkk!".

And then it was over. I collapsed forward over James, the weight of my sweaty, muscled body almost crushing him. I was utterly incapable of doing anything other than just lying there as my body went into recovery - I could feel my heart pounding, and my lungs gasping for air. And I felt cool, as the sweat covering me started to evaporate. I began to worry then - James was just crushed under me, gasping for breath as I was. Oh, fuck me, I thought - I've done it now! This was meant to be a lesson in gentle fucking, and I've hurt him... He'll have me punished.... Mindful of this ,and in an effort to do "damage limitation", I slowly pulled my dick out of him and rolled off his body to lie alongside his. I put my face next to his, lowered my voice, and murmured "James, I'm sorry...."

He looked deep into my eyes, and I began to get worried. He wasn't smiling. Oh shit, I was going to be whipped, at least, I thought.

"Well, ten out of ten for effort, but only five for technique!", he finally said, a faint smile flickering over his face. "I was going to teach you the art of fucking, the several positions you can take, the slow build-up.... But you just went right in, doggy-style, and fucked the insides out of me! I suppose that's all right, for a slave who's a gladiator - that's what the crowd wants to see at the end of a bout: no finesse, no gentle love making, just a brutal, hard fucking, a rape almost, of the loser."

I began to relax, as he continued "And, given that the Colonel's dramatically cut the time for this little 'course' that I like to run, perhaps we'd better leave it there: I hope one day you'll find a lover with whom you can practice all the rest! But that performance would certainly be satisfactory in the arena where it's all force and no finesse. So we'll say no more about it."

He sat up then, wincing as he did so. "Well, Spike, that was some epic fuck - I'll be sore for a couple of days, I expect. But what are you going to do when you lose? I imagine that even you are going to lose occasionally, aren't you?"

"Well I haven't yet...."

"It's only a matter of time, Spike! You're not like some famous old-time boxer who's allowed to retire after winning the championship, you know. Your 'career' is on the up and up at the moment, but one day it will plateau, and then there'll be the inevitable slide downwards.... And you'll start to lose, and then you'll be publicly fucked. There are always younger, fitter, stronger guys coming along, you know...."

"But the war's over. There won't be any more guys like me being captured and enslaved....."

"Oh Spike, you are naive! Do you think that after everyone has experienced the huge advantages of having slaves around it's going to stop there? Your factories have started being price-competitive with the Chinese again, you're growing more food per acre than ever before, with manual labour tending the plants rather than relying on machinery, there's never been better service in the service industries - the whip is a powerful incentive to deliver quality service - and then, there's all this: Do you think that having seen gladiators like you beating each other to a pulp, and then fucking each other, that the public is going to go back to all that fake 'wrestling', and the endless game shows, they used to do? No, of course not!"

"Like it or not, the society here has discovered that it runs better and cheaper on slaves, and there's no going back. Why do you think they were so keen to turn on the Arabs who helped them?"

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, you won't have heard, will you? They keep slaves mostly cut off from news, I understand. Well, President Prexmire mostly won the civil war in which you are such an unfortunate loser on the basis that the North's oil was cut off, as he did a deal with the Arabs. But then he began to get worried about his own oil supplies - those Arabs are pretty cunning chappies, after all, and once they'd seen what they could achieve, how could he be sure they wouldn't try it on the South next time? And then there was the problem of the need for a fresh supply of slaves.... Well, he solved both problems at once: the victorious troops of the Southern armies swept into those little Arab states... And now Prexmire controls the oil flow, and there are the other spoils of war, too: all those lean, young, tough Arabs from their armies, who even now are arriving by the container load at your ports."

"More slaves?"

"Yes, Spike. They only take the Arab men, generally. But they're excellent workers, the papers say, once they've been "tamed'. And that's not so hard - they're used to living in relatively authoritarian regimes, so they come with a an inbuilt attitude of obedience to authority, and it's supposedly so much easier to turn them into 'domestic' slaves than it was to tame you men from the North who were used to 'freedom'. After all, it's one thing to work your fields with a coffle of slaves chained together, but if you want 'personal service' around the house, that's not really practicable, is it? But a nice young Arab, properly 'tamed' to accept authority.... Well, they're selling well, as you might expect."

"There's some problems, as there always are - there's a rump of untameable 'wild' Arabs from the desert, who just won't bend to servitude, no matter how much they're whipped. And gelding them doesn't work, either, as they tend to 'berserk' subsequently, killing themselves but taking others with them! But men like the Colonel are taking a keen interest in those ones, and I expect you'll start to see them turning up at places like this soon. It's excellent business, I suppose: you Northern boys will have a natural antipathy to them as you know they lost the war for you, so it should make for really excellent matches in the arena. Just think, you're pissed off at being a slave, you know it was mainly as a result of the Arab's action, and now you're faced with an Arab guy who is himself 'free' and will not accept being a slave and just wants to beat the shit out of the world in general.... Excellent sport, as I said."

"Anyway, putting aside the global picture, I think you'd be well advised to learn how to take a fucking. Sooner or later you're going to lose in the arena, and probably to a strong, young Arab - so you'd better start thinking about how you're going to take Arab dick."

His thin smile had turned into a broader one now. "Yes, Spike. Thinking bout how you just comprehensively fucked the core out of me, I think we'd better go straight on to the lesson where I teach you how to take it!"

End Of Part 14