Reluctant Gladiator

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

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When they came out of the shower Ryan still looked angry, but he ignored Mike as he pulled on a pair of slave shorts that Luke handed him - he seemed surprised that he didn't get any underwear, and then tugged at the waistband to try to pull them higher. It was futile of course: one of the things I'd realised is that people hiring a gang of slaves to work actually enjoy seeing the male body in action, and therefore when I bought the shorts for the guys I had deliberately selected relatively low-rise ones. I reckon I got a lot of the 'come back tomorrow too' type of business because the customers relished seeing the hard flat bellies of Mike, Jamie, Darren and Luke, and when the guys were working at stuff that needed them to bend or crouch there was the added excitement of the tops of their ass cracks peeping out.

Ryan had stuff of his own from the bag he'd brought with him the night before, but I insisted he left it behind, pointing out that we could only succeed if we really did look like a gang of slaves with their owner, and that an expensive leather travel bag full of designer clothes really wasn't the thing. I had a change of mind then though as it occurred to me that I might as well have the bag for my things, and that although I was more muscular than Ryan some of his stuff might fit me and that would further enhance my image as an owner: if you think about it, any guy who could own five good-looking fit slaves as I supposedly had was indeed rather rich, as slaves like that did not come all that cheap in the slave markets.

We had a bit of a scramble then as there were some things we needed to do before the bus left - like buying another ticket for Ryan, and then going to an ATM to max out his cards before his dad learned he'd gone and had them turned off. I insisted that I had the cash as it would look wrong for a slave to be carrying a few hundred new bucks. We also stopped at a pet and slave store so that I could buy Ryan a collar - he needed to look like a slave and there was not time to get him tattooed like the others. He really didn't like the feel of the heavy steel links around his neck and questioned me when I insisted that the lock was secured permanently with the special little tube of instant adhesive. "You're lucky that I'm seen to be a caring owner", I told him, "So that you have a loose chain collar like this. Most owners of labouring slaves elect for a solid iron collar and until you get used to it and your body is 'worn in' there's constant rubbing and chafing until the patches of hard skin on your collar bone form". He wasn't convinced, though, and said that the lock need not have been sealed, and I had to remind him of the need for authenticity - some curious do-gooder might see an improperly fastened lock and call the cops. I suppose Ryan was now seeing that his rather romantic idea of running away as a slave might not be quite as glamorous as he had thought.

The five of them looked close to rebellion though when we went to board the bus - they simply didn't believe that all the tickets in the slave compartment had been sold and that therefore Ryan was using mine and I was travelling 'on top' as a freeman should. Jamie glared at me and muttered that he thought it was a plot, as I hadn't slipped into 'slave gear' before leaving for the bus station and buying the extra ticket. "Don't be so fucking stupid", I told him. "You know I always travel with you guys. I like being with you, and I'd have especially liked it on this trip - it will be the first time we all get to really know Ryan."

"Why couldn't we keep the truck?" Jamie demanded. "At least we were all together then."

"Because it was close to breaking down and wouldn't make the long journey we're doing now - it's taking too long doing only fifty miles or so every week, so I've been hoarding our money, and we're going to put a fair it of distance on today. We'll see what we can buy at the other end by way of transport" I glared at him as I was tired of my decisions constantly being queried like this and added "Or if there's a whole lot more debate I'll simply hire a bike and you guys can run behind in a proper coffle!"

I also insisted that Ryan call his dad as I was worried that the cops might start a protracted search for him, and he stood there at the phone for a couple of minutes before coming back to us, looking pretty angry. "He said I'd be back soon enough as he knew I couldn't manage in the real world without his money", Ryan told us. "And that when I did he'd expect me to apologise and get married the following Sunday. So screw him - I'll show him that I can work just as hard as the next guy..." He looked a bit more cheerful then though as he told us "Still, the cops won't be coming after us! I told him I caught a bus last night and was well away from here - so if there is any searching, it will be miles away."

The bus was boarding then and I watched as the five of them squeezed themselves into the male slave compartment. Another owner was supervising the loading of a couple of bitches, and he and I then climbed the steps to the free man deck, and happened to sit next to each other. There's a problem, isn't there, about bus travel and what you do to the guy next to you? You don't want to totally ignore him, and yet if you do start a conversation there's always the possibility that it will be terribly boring. So I did my best to mostly ignore the other guy except to respond in monosyllables to anything he said for most of the morning. As we neared the stop where there was to be a two-hour layover for lunch and to allow connections to me made, though, he said "Good looking slaves you've got there - all of them."

I nodded, and he went on "Would you consider hiring them to me over lunch, for a fee, of course?"

"What for?"

"I'm a dealer - in a small way - and I've sold my two bitches in an on-line auction to a client."

"I didn't think that's possible - surely owners want to touch and feel the merchandise, which is why there are so many dealers on every main street..."

"It's all a matter of price, like so many things. Slaves are more expensive in a dealer's store as there's all the overheads of running the place. And then there's sales tax - most states have a premium rate of twenty percent as they know owners need to buy slaves... But by buying over the 'net you avoid all that and get a much lower price."

"But even so, a slave is so kind of individual..."

"Yes of course. But we have a really comprehensive guide to the slave on our website, thirty or forty photos from every angle and of every part, totally comprehensive measurements, and of course live sessions where the slaves are on videocam and prospective buyers can ask for them to 'perform'. Then of course potential buyers look at the seller's feedback on the auction sites, and that gives them confidence that the descriptions are reliable."

I nodded. "So why do you want to hire my guys?"

"It's all to do with this feedback thing, and the description of the goods. It was only this morning that I realised that I'd described the bitches as having been under a stud and therefore potentially with pup - some owners of course want a slave who's in pup as they get a second property for much the same price, and the breeding laws can be tough in some towns. We're lucky here that an owner has a lot of discretion when it comes to breeding his property, but where we're heading there's a big fee to pay - another way the bastards take money off the ordinary guy - and a lot of red tape about health checking and so on. Fortunately I didn't describe them as actually in pup, only that they'd been under a stud, so I've got some wriggle-room, but I do need the bitches to have been studded. Seeing your five slaves there gave me the idea that we might have a little fun at lunch time - I'll pay a reasonable price, and we can enjoy watching..."

I thought about it and knew that only Mike would consider doing it as he still claimed to miss fucking bitches. So I said calmly "There's only one of them that can do that. The biggest one, the oldest.... But he's very experienced, and in two hours he could cover both."

"Are the others tied off or infertile then? What a pity - it must reduce their value..."

Without thinking I said "Oh no, not at all. But they don't go with bitches. They all prefer other guys."

The man stared at me. "I had you down as an experienced owner, someone properly in control of that gang of five.... What's their preference got to do with it? Anyway, I've got my studding kit in my bag, and they can be made to perform..."

"Of course I'm in control! But sometimes it's best to go with the flow, I find - it's much easier to control a gang of slaves who are sexually bonded to each other."

I didn't like the potential way this conversation could go as he still might start claiming that my guys were not being properly managed, and that could of course lead to all sorts of complications.

"So then, what's the problem? Irrespective of what they 'prefer', simply order them to do the business. And as you've got four of the younger, smaller ones, they would be the best: we can put two of them to each bitch. And I anyway think the big one might breed a big pup, and that causes potential problems for the owner of a bitch as the birth can be difficult... And of course older slaves are not as virile."

Oh, fuck me! This was getting worse and worse. I knew that a 'real' owner of a gang of travelling labouring slaves wouldn't hesitate to take the guy's money, so in a desperate attempt to shut him up I foolishly named a price which I thought was a lot of bucks - but being inexperienced in all of this I evidently didn't go high enough as the guy at once accepted.

I really wasn't looking forward to the stop, and fortunately the first out of the compartment was Mike. I explained the dilemma - that I had to look like a proper slave owner - and what had happened, and a big grin spread across his face. "Well done, Steve! A couple of bitches... That will be great..."

"No, Mike. Not for you. Their owner thinks you're too big, and too old. He wants Jamie, Darren, Luke and Ryan - two to a bitch. There'll be trouble..."

"You're fucking right there, Steve. They'll never agree to it. And I'm not happy, either - you should have insisted that I got a chance. I haven't had sex with a bitch for ages...."

"You've got to make them, Mike. We're in this too deep." I turned to watch the other owner unloading the itches, and he waved cheerfully at me.

"No fucking way, Steve! It's not possible."

"Mike, you used to get the young gladiators to do all sorts of stuff when you were Champion. Are you telling me you've lost the knack, that you can't control the others now?"

"No, of course I haven't..."

"So prove it! I'll tell the other guy that you're my gang boss and that you help me control the other slaves. I'll keep him talking for a few minutes and you explain the situation to the others."

The only good thing about this whole mess was that when I spoke to the other owner he agreed that we should go off and find a secluded place in the wooded area around the rest stop. "I don't want my bitches damaged", he told me "so I reckon that if we can find a picnic table that will be best - they can lie on it and your slaves can do it standing up. I had some trouble a few weeks ago when some brute who'd been hired as a stud did it with them both on the floor and almost crushed the bitch as he lost control of himself as he shot and let his body fall on her."

I don't know what Mike had said to my guys but they were looking pretty rebellious when we lined them up in front of the bitches. I saw that there was an angry red mark right across Jamie's face, and I guessed that that had something to do with it. Darren looked apprehensive, Luke seemed to be on the verge of tears, and there was something close to panic in Ryan's eyes. I went over and spoke quietly to them. "Look, I know you all probably don't want to do this, but there's no way that an owner like me of a bunch of fit slaves like you would turn down the money this guy is offering. We've got to go ahead with it, to avoid suspicion..."

"You've sold us?" Ryan blurted out. "You're turning us into whores, there's...."

His raised voice had caused the other owner to turn, and seeing this Mike took a step towards Ryan and the next moment Ryan was on the ground - Mike's backhanded blow to his face had caught him totally unawares and unlike a trained gladiator who is used to taking punishment like that, it had floored him. Mike stood above him looking pretty menacing and he snarled "Shut the fuck up, boy! How dare you interrupt our master."

"Trouble?" the other owner enquired.

"Oh no. You expect young guys like these to be a bit rebellious at times: it's their hormones. I think slaves work harder if they're allowed to keep their balls, but there can be a price to pay in terms of discipline - you've got to remember that these guys aren't docile house slaves, but real tough workers. That's why I have a gang master, as I told you: Mike there is older and wiser and knows that I need to be obeyed, and he saves me from having to do a lot of the tedious grunt discipline myself." I forced a smile and went on "And anyway you should be glad - with their hormones raging you can e sure that they're fertile..."

"How right you are. So can I take a proper look at them?"

I saw what he meant, and snapped "You four - get naked."

Mike hovered close to them and that seemed to crush any rebellion, and it was only me who heard him say in a low voice "Are you scared, Jamie? Fucking do as Steve says and set a good example...", which did the trick as Jamie would never want to be accused of cowardice.

They stood there in front of us then and Jamie and Darren showed their gladiator training as they adopted that stance that you do when patrons were looking you over before a fight - one foot slightly in front of the other, arms tensed to emphasise the muscles but hanging loosely at the side, bellies sucked in and braced so that the bands of hard muscle showed. I saw Luke and Ryan watching, and was pleased to see that they did their best to adopt the same sort of position.

"Those two are brothers", I told the owner, indicating Jamie and Luke, and the other two are not related.

"Well I think we'll have both brothers servicing one of my bitches then - they are both pretty handsome, so whichever one sires the pup it will probably turn out well. And the other two can do the second bitch. Are they experienced?"

"In fucking, yes. With bitches - no." I said truthfully.

The guy produced a leather collar with some straps on it, and approached Jamie. "May I?" He asked me, and I nodded.

The collar went around Jamie's neck and was buckled loosely - not so tight as to constrict his breathing - then the man raised Jamie's arms (with some initial resistance until Mike took a menacing step forward) and used the straps to fasten his wrists to the back of his neck. "There!", he told me. "With a stud restraint on there ought not to be a problem, even though he's not experienced. Will you allow me to conduct the thing, my good sir?"

I shrugged and nodded. I wasn't certain what it involved, but the guy seemed to know what was needed.

We all watched as he led one of the bitches over to a picnic table and ordered her to lie on it, then fussed around so that she was positioned with her legs spread and her ass was hanging over the edge. Then he walked over to Jamie and to my astonishment grabbed hold of his dick, and almost dragged him over to where the bitch was spread. Jamie was not in any position to resist, of course, as with his arms out of action and the guy using his dick as a handle he could only acquiesce.

"Right, boy", we heard him say. "Your owner tells me you know how to fuck guys and it's much the same - and to make sure there's no mistake I'll guide you into the right hole! Now..." As we watched he began to stroke Jamie's dick, and of course Jamie responded as you'd expect. He was then led again to stand right behind the bitch, and we saw the guy fiddling around - and then take a step back and aim a big, open-handed slap at Jamie's ass. Jamie shot forward with the sheer unexpectedness of it, and the bitch gave a little shout. It then took the guy only two or three attempts to get Jamie fucking by standing behind him and gripping his hips and pulling him backwards and forwards - after that it was as if some automatic reaction took over and he stood there fucking away just as if it was a guy under him.

Jamie's always a bit vocal when he's having sex, so it was no surprise when he finally threw his head back and arched his back to thrust himself right in and shouted "Fuck me, yes.... Yes....", and then stood there, breathing very hard. He went to pull back, but the owner stood behind him with his hand on Jamie's sweaty back, just above his ass crack. "Stay in there, boy", he told Jamie, "You need to give your little swimmers the best chance possible." There's no way Jamie could not have pushed back against the hand on him, but I guess it's that psychological thing - feeling a hand on your bare skin sort of holds you in position.

It was Darren's turn next with the second bitch, and it was somehow touching to see Jamie standing there in front of Darren for a few seconds muttering a few things, then leaning forward to kiss him gently. "Those two are lovers are they?" The owner asked me, and I nodded. "Touching, isn't it - seeing a big strong slave like that reassuring his fuck buddy."

I suppose it was, actually, but I really didn't want to enter into a lot of conversation as I wanted it all over as quickly as possible. As we watched the same process with Darren, I noticed that Jamie had gone to stand next to Luke and had his arm around Luke's shoulders, and was whispering something to him. I'd never put Jamie down as being so caring, so his behaviour with Darren and Luke was a pleasant surprise to me - although it did remind me that I had on several occasions thought that Jamie's generally belligerent manner did conceal a softer side that he took a lot of trouble to hide from the world - perhaps that's what five years of gladiator training and fighting does to you.

Luke performed well, as far as I could judge, but when it came to Ryan there was a difference - for one thing, he was already erect as he stood there, and I realised he'd been that way since Jamie had started. He muttered something to the owner and walked towards the bitch without having the stud collar fixed, and guided himself in to her and began fucking without any need for intervention.

"That boy seems to know what he's doing", the owner commented to me. "Have you studded him before?"

"No. I only got him very recently, so I haven't really had a chance to see him in action."

"You could make some money with him, I reckon. He's a lot more of a 'college boy' than the others, who look a bit 'rough'. And he seems willing enough. Is he going to cause trouble with your other slaves?"

"Why?"

"Well the other three clearly like guys. Putting him in with them, there may be trouble..."

"Oh I don't think so. That's not been the case with Mike - my gang master that is, the big slave - when I first got him it was because he'd been enslaved for some sort of fucking with a bitch that had gone wrong - she claimed it was rape, apparently. But now there's no problem with him being with the other guys."

"He's got a great body. Can I change my mind and ask you to let him fuck one of the bitches? It would be fun to see him in action..."

"Oh I don't think so..."

"Surely you'd welcome the opportunity to make sure he's still functioning properly with bitches? Who knows, you might want to stud him at some point, and if he's forgotten how to do it, it could be embarrassing... Us owners need to plan ahead, don't we? Most owners would think that a slave like that should be kept up to the mark..."

I wondered if he was getting suspicious about me as an owner again, so I smiled and said casually "You're right, of course.", then turned to Mike and called out "Your turn now, Mike. Strip off and get stuck in - you can choose which one...."

"Fuck you, Steve, no..." Mike snapped. "It's fucking humiliating."

I stood in front of him and hissed "How is it more humiliating for you than for the others? And you like bitches, after all... Now do as I say, before the guy gets suspicious. And don't react when I do this...." Ad I stepped back I slapped Mike hard - viciously hard - across the face, causing him to reel but not to lose his balance. He stood there running his hand across his cheek then, really looking angry.

"Sometimes I think I give him too much latitude", I told the owner. "He's useful for controlling the others slaves, saves me a whole lot of trouble, but on occasions he gets above himself."

"It's good to see you're firm with him though. Why don't you teach him a real lesson? Show him that he's just like your other slaves?" As he said this the owner handed me the studding collar, and I thought for a moment. I had no guarantee that Mike would go through with it and I really didn't want a scene. So I took the thing and walked back to Mike, stood in front of him and stared right into his eyes as I muttered so that only he could hear "Sorry about this, but your outburst has got us into a potential difficulty, so it's your own fault..."

Even when you're really close buddies with another guy - and Mike and I were as close as you can get, as you know, there's something different, something exciting, something really erotic about putting a collar on him and then fastening his wrists so that he's almost helpless. I could feel my erection pushing at my pants and it was almost painful - and it hadn't happened when the other four had been fucking, I realised, only now. I felt the pre-cum must be showing through the fabric of my pants as I was leaking so much as I then pulled down Mike's shorts - and again I was amazed at how totally exciting it was to be doing this here with all the others watching: we've undressed each other loads of times, but never before like this. I stroked his dick and fondled his balls encouragingly and, as he always does, Mike was almost instantly ramrod hard. But then I chickened out - I didn't want to lead my buddy over to the bitches and become involved in a sordid studding. There was no away that I could insert Mike into one of the bitches, I realised.

I turned to the guy and I was almost stuttering with confusion as I said "Over to you, sir... I'll allow you to select which of your bitches he's to go with...", and then I stood there in relief that I hadn't had to do this to Mike, as the owner grabbed his dick and led him over to begin to stud.

We only had time to grab a sandwich to take on to the bus with us as all this had taken up most of the time at the rest stop, and there was no time to go to the other counter and grab rations for the guys and bitches so the owner and I shepherded them into the slave compartments without food. I was very concerned, but the other owner said simply "Oh they won't die of starvation - it's only four hours to the next stop.", then added "Shall we put them all in together? One of your slaves and that big one seemed to like studding... As soon as they recover they could do my bitches again...." Fortunately I did not have to reply as the bus driver was standing there and told us "I'm sorry, gentlemen, but the company rules require males and females to travel in separate compartments. Personally, if it was me, I'd let them enjoy themselves, but the company operates across the country and there were complaints from those pious folk in the bible belt who thought it was immoral for slaves to indulge in the sins of the flesh, and so the company introduced the segregation rule and it's more than my job's worth to knowingly allow it to be broken."

I was a whole lot more bucks richer as the owner handed over the stud fee to me, then as we sped trough the countryside he asked casually if we were stopping at the next town. I told him we were going further, and he said "That's a pity. I don't have to hand the bitches over until tomorrow, and if you'd been stopping you and I...." I started to say that frankly I didn't particularly find him attractive and wouldn't want sex with him when he continued "...could have had fun with them tonight."

I was so surprised that I blurted out "But they've been fucked twice today...."

"Oh come, sir, they can be bathed and cleaned out. And two gentlemen like us can then surely enjoy ourselves...."

I was glad when he finally left, and heaved a sigh of relief that the last leg of the journey would be in silence.

End Of Part Forty Three