RELUCTANT GLADIATOR - Part Twenty Nine A story by Pete Brown (petebrownuk @ yahoo.com)
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This uncomfortable conversation was brought to an abrupt end as Ann pulled in to the parking lot at "Slaves R Us", and I was glad to be able to leap out quickly before she could say any more, on the pretext that I wanted Jamie out of the trunk as quickly as possible. He blinked as the sunlight flooded his confined space, then glared at me and brushed aside my helping hand - he levered himself out, which was after all not all that difficult for a very fit young guy like him.
He didn't seem to be at all embarrassed to be standing there in the parking lot clad only in my briefs, but then I suppose they were not all that different from the gladiator uniform he had been wearing for the past five years and he'd been used to appearing in public in that. Ann led the way in, and we went straight over to the clothing section. Jamie seemed to be very interested in these - I suppose that after all that time with absolutely no choice it was kind of interesting for him to see what was available, and even though these were obviously clothes for slaves, there was still a lot of choice: you've got to remember that Slaves R Us is a big store, and that a lot of owners like to "dress up" their slaves in fancy costumes as a way of displaying their wealth.
I decided that Jamie should have the same serviceable clothes as Luke, though - plain grey T and matching slave shorts, and, indeed, I bought exactly the same size as I'd bought for Luke. Ann commented on this but I pointed out that although Jamie was bigger than Luke, the fabric of the T and shorts was somewhat stretchy and Jamie had a fine body so having them tight on him would not be a problem. "You've got to remember, Ann, that we'll all be working and the facilities for washing clothes might be limited. So if Jamie and Luke wear the same, there'll be more flexibility as we can get away with only one set of 'spares' - they can share things that aren't absolutely filthy, as they're brothers, after all.", I told her.
Jamie went to try the shorts on over my briefs, but I pointed out that as he was going to wear them without, that was the way they needed to be tried, and he glared at me again as I told him to strip right there and to stop wasting time. It felt kind of good, actually, when another owner walking past and seeing Jamie's naked butt, complimented me on what a fine slave I had - I guess it's like Ann and Jon having a big, fancy car: other people judge them by it, and now I was being judged to be successful because I had such an excellent slave.
After he'd pulled up the shorts, Jamie stood there tugging at them and looking in the mirror - as I've said, the were somewhat elastic, and they moulded well to his tight butt, and there was a faint hint of the shape of his dick at the front: perfectly respectable, actually. Indeed, the short legs stretching around his muscles seemed to accentuate his thighs, and I really couldn't understand why he seemed to be so unhappy with my choice. - you'd have thought that he'd have been grateful that I was giving him this opportunity of showing everyone what a great body he had, especially as the T also stretched well and accentuated the hard lines of muscle on his belly. On the day of his release from the school you'd have thought he'd have been bubbling with happiness, wouldn't you? But instead I had this sullen thing glaring at me all the time, and I could see his body language was all wrong - he stood there with his arms at his sides, his fists clenching
and unclenching, as if he was even thinking about doing something violent!
"Hey, cheer up! Isn't it good to wear proper clothes at last, after that uniform?", I asked, hoping to break his mood.
"These aren't proper clothes, Steve. They're slave wear - look, I can see it says that, for all the stuff in this department."
"Jamie, you've got to get used to the fact that you are a slave - and they're not all that different to what I'm wearing, are they?" I was right, of course - it was a hot day so I'd only worn shorts (but much longer in the leg of course, and with briefs underneath them as free men were expected to wear underwear) and a polo. "And they're what Luke wears - you and your brother will look good together...."
"But..."
I cut across him. "Jamie, I haven't got the time, or the inclination, for this. Just be grateful I'm buying you this stuff and not making you work in a slave string - a lot of slaves here in the summer only get to wear that, you know: it keeps their dicks covered, but leaves their asses exposed ready for the overseer to hit with the lash or the strap. Now, you can leave those on and we'll explain to the cashier, but we've got to get you a collar."
"No fucking way!"
"Jamie, it's the law. You've got to wear a collar - all slaves do. We were only allowed not to because we were gladiators and they'd be dangerous in a fight. But now you're an ordinary slave, you've got to be collared. Don't worry, though - I'll buy you the same as I got for Luke, a chain one, even though it's more expensive - he's worn his and there are no signs of chafing or scabbing as there would be if I insisted you had a regular solid one, even though I think a muscled neck like yours would be enhanced by a thick ring of plain metal."
"You're treating me like a slave, Steve! Choosing my clothes, deciding on a collar for me..."
"As I've explained, a collar is the law...."
"But you're choosing it, Steve. And these fucking clothes. You're not allowing me any choice."
He was right, I suppose. I had enjoyed deciding what Luke, and now Jamie, would wear. And I guess my decision to have them dressed the same, and collared the same so that they looked even more like brothers, was a bit of a "vanity" thing on my part - it felt good to think that other people would see my slaves and know that I was an owner with some sort of style! I mean, unless you're actually going to have your slaves working out there in the fields, miles from nowhere, a man's slaves do reflect on him, don't they? I'd been a free man and an "owner" long enough to notice that.
"Shut the fuck up, Jamie. If I have any more nonsense from you I reckon I'll need to buy a cane, and a strap, too - your brother isn't like that, he's adapted to being a slave. I'd have thought you'd be glad of what I've done for you."
Ann intervened then - it's what women do, I suppose. "Now come on, you two", she said with a note of encouragement in her voice. "Don't either of you spoil this special day - Steve's been looking forward for so long from getting you out of that place, Jamie. And although you're a slave, you could have a lot worse owners that Steve, you know - at least he knows what the life of a slave can be like. Now, cheer up, both of you, and stop facing up to each other as if you're wild beasts - it looks as if you might start fighting each other at any moment, and you ought both of you to be happy!" She paused for a moment, and went on "So come on, to the checkout, then we can get back - and this time, Jamie, you can sit up front as you're properly collared. The sooner we get out of here, the sooner you can see your brother again."
It was ridiculous, really - Ann's not a big woman, but as she finished speaking she made little "shooing" gestures with her hands, and propelled us both towards the display of collars. And she stood there with her hands on her hips, as if defying us both to make trouble, as I selected the right size for Jamie (tight enough so that it didn't fall down like a necklace, but not so tight that he was prevented from stretching his neck muscles properly). I could tell Jamie wasn't all that happy, but I quite enjoyed the feeling of my finger between Jamie's skin and the steel of the chain as I made sure it was the correct size before pushing the little tit on the packaging that released the special bonding material and fixed it permanently around him: I could see his Adam's apple moving nervously and there was definitely a fine sheen of sweat over him, and as a trained gladiator I could also tell that his breathing was quicker and shallower than normal. I reckon Ann sensed the potential for trouble again, so he again shooed us towards the exit - it was faintly ridiculous, I suppose, two big tough guys like us, being "herded" by her. I whispered to Jamie that this is what his life would be like all the time if I sold him to a woman owner, and that at least got a faint grin. And his mood lightened a lot more when he had to wriggle about at the checkout to get all the tags under the scanner as he was wearing the clothes and the collar, and the checkout girl - a slave herself - giggled and smiled at him and told him what a handsome slave he was. I know that when I was a guy Jamie's age having a woman flirt with me like that and telling me how handsome I was would have got me erect at the thought that I might manage to bed her - but there was absolutely no sign of anything like that through Jamie's tight shorts, I noticed.
We drove back to Ann's place with music playing - good old "retro" rock tunes that Ann liked - and Jamie's mood seemed to lighted even more and he started to beat time to the music - at the school they hadn't allowed stuff like music, so it must have been a welcome change for him. Ann parked competently in the garage under the building, we went up in the elevator (Jamie's muscles tensing, I noticed - most of us do it without even thinking about it, but I suppose that after five years Jamie was not used to the motion, and had to make a conscious effort to retain his balance).
Luke almost threw himself on Jamie as we went in, although Jamie was a lot less enthusiastic about seeing Luke, I thought. But there was a bit of hugging and pounding on the back and all that sort of stuff, then Jon gave us all a beer to celebrate, and I noticed that Jamie did like that - it was kind of exciting to see his Adam's apple moving against his new collar as he eagerly and almost greedily chugged it down all in one go, then stood there holding the empty bottle expectantly, hoping for another. Jon offered him one as a good host would, but I stopped him, saying that Jamie wasn't used to alcohol and needed to get used to it again (actually I was concerned that he might start to drink and put on weight now that he would no longer constantly be exercising - I certainly had gained a couple of pounds, and I didn't want Jamie's superb body to become less pleasing to the eye). Jamie glared at me but didn't say anything, and I took that a a further
sign that he wasn't used to the idea of doing as I said, which was odd as at the school he'd certainly have obeyed Straughan and the guards, and Mike and me as champions, without even thinking about it: perhaps he'd imagined that he'd be "free" in every sense, but I considered it would be better for him to remember that in law he was a slave, and that he had to obey.
Life in the gladiator school doesn't teach you good table manners - although there was plenty of food there, we all tended to eat fast and to pile our plates up. I'd had time to adapt back to more refined ways, but at dinner afterwards Jamie seemed more like some sort of wild beast as he almost shovelled the contents of his plate in to his mouth and sat there kind of hunched over it, as if guarding it from the rest of us. I've seen movies of men in prison eating together acting like that, and it made me think a bit: the school hadn't felt like a prison, more of a kind of professional place where us gladiators learned to fight and survive; but a prison it was, I suppose, with the guards and the whips, the lack of freedom, the cells, and things like that. Jamie demanded - not even really being polite in the way he asked - a second helping, and I felt the need to apologise to Ann for the his table manners and the way he spoke to her.
"It's OK, Steve", she told me, smiling sweetly. "Jon and I remember how you were when you first came to stay with us! Nothing about you as in any way 'gentlemanly' - you were more like a wild animal at the table, and of course in the bed...."
"Ann!", Jon said, interrupting her. "I don't think we need to talk about things like that." Then turning to Jamie he rested his hand lightly on Jamie's muscular biceps and added "It's good to see a young guy really tucking in to his food. And in spite of what Steve says, I think you deserve another beer after all that time spent living a as slave."
"He's still living as a slave", I reminded Jon. "He always will be living as a slave..."
"There's a difference, Steve, between being in a gladiator school, and living with a benevolent owner like you. Or, at least, I hope there is!"
Seeing the silence that descended, and the way that Jamie was now looking at me, I muttered "Of course there is, Jon. But I'd be doing Jamie no favours by being too lax with him - suppose he had to get another owner, if I died, say...."
"....or convicted of something and got enslaved yourself again", Ann added, seeming to want me to think seriously about things.
I nodded, and then, not wanting to start debating how I was going to treat Jamie, I said "Anyway, no time for another beer. It's time for bed. It's been a long day, and Jamie's used to turning in early. Luke: show your brother where things are, and I'll be in later."
"I'll get more blankets - One of you will have to take the couch in there", Ann started to say.
"No need, thanks, Ann. Don't go to any trouble. Jamie will sleep with Luke and me - it's a really big bed, and we're used to it, as I told you."
"But three of you...."
"It's OK, really." As I said this, I couldn't help but notice that Jon shifted in his seat and moved the fabric at his crotch a bit. I assumed he was getting an erection at the thought of three naked bodies together in that bed. "Now, Jamie, Luke - do as I say. I'll be in later."
The two men - yes ,that's the right word: Luke was no longer a kid, if you think about it, as he was over sixteen, with all that brings. - got up and went out. And of course it was only Luke who thanked Ann for the dinner, and I made a note to myself to talk to Jamie about "manners" later.
Ann and Jon and I sat there then having coffee and talking about my plans, but my sharp hearing (every little clue about the movement of another gladiator is useful to you and you learn to listen for even the faintest background noises) detected the sounds of raised voices, and even a sort of slapping, coming from the bedroom. So I made my excuses and said I was turning in too, and went off to the bedroom. Luke was sitting there in the bed, his knees pulled up to his chin and his hands wrapped around them - I could see the livid red mark of a hand slap across his face, and he was snivelling quietly. Next to him Jamie was sprawled out, lying on his belly with his head cradled in his folded arms, his legs bent so that I could see his dick and balls lying there outlined against the whiteness of the sheet. As I came in, he turned his face towards me and smiled languidly.
"What the fuck's been going on here?", I demanded.
"Nothing...", Luke said in a small voice. I could tell he was upset, and lying.
"Jamie, what's happening?"
"You heard, Steve. Nothing. It was nothing."
"Did you hit Luke?"
Jamie shrugged, and shifted his body to get even more comfortable in the bed. "This is fucking great, Steve - I'd forgotten what a proper bed felt like. And so much space...."
"Don't change the subject! Did you hit Luke?"
"Sure. Of course I did. But not hard, not to really hurt him. You know what the young trainees are like - they need to learn who gives the orders, and then to obey. I needed a blow job, and he didn't want to do it."
"He's not a trainee, Jamie!", I felt my anger rising as I went on "We're not gladiators any more. And he's not a trainee anything... He's your brother!"
"Get real, Steve! He's got mouth and a tongue, and I'd got a hard-on. And I'm tougher and stronger than he is... Fuck the gladiator crap: a strong man can always take what he wants from a weaker one. There's no harm in it. I didn't hit him to hurt him permanently - only a few slaps, like I've seen you do many times before to guys who wouldn't perform for you..."
As Jamie was saying this I felt myself continuing to get angry. I undid my shorts and let them fall to the floor, then, as Jamie turned is face away to settle himself down even more comfortably into the bed making the arrogant assumption that I'd finished with him, I threw himself on to him as he lay there. I couldn't shout as I didn't want to alarm Ann and Jon, but I knew Jamie could tell from the harsh edge and the anger in my voice that I was severely pissed off. "So a strong man can always take what he needs from a weak one, can he, Jamie? Well, right now, I need a fuck. And I reckon I'm stronger than you...."
He began to struggle as I tried to force his legs apart and get my dick positioned, and I had to slap him once or twice - pushing his face down in to the bed to stifle his cries - as we tussled about. But there's no real doubt as to the outcome in such circumstances, is there? I soon had him flat on his belly, my knees forcing his thighs apart, my calves on top of his, further restricting the movement of his legs, and my hand gripping his neck and forcing his face into the mattress: his collar was a real help, as with my fingers hooked under it he was in my complete control as it was easy to restrict, and even cut off, his breathing.
I hadn't wanted it to be like this. I suppose I'd always imagined hat Jamie and I would be lying there in each others arms, we'd do a lot of foreplay with kissing and stroking each others nips, then we'd rub our dicks together, maybe even kiss and suck each as we "69'd", then slowly and gradually I'd turn Jamie onto his back, raise his ankles onto my shoulders, and as we gazed at each other I'd gently push my dick into him. But actually this was very good, too - we were both sweating ferociously, then when I forced his butt apart with my spare hand it was as if my dick was a homing missile as it took very little effort to aim it at his hole; and a single thrust of my hips and I was in. Feeling Jamie's body buck with the pain and hearing his muffled scream somehow added to the excitement and enjoyment, and I began to fuck him hard and vigorously, enjoying the feel and the sound of my body slapping in to his, as my dick thrilled to the tight heat of his
ass.
It was over all too quickly, of course: such an intense frenzy of fucking can't be sustained, and I soon felt my balls tightening. I pulled out just in time to shoot a long stream of cum the length of Jamie's spine, then collapsed forward on to him so that I could feel the heat of his body all along my belly and chest. I could let go of his collar now, and buried my face into the nape of his neck, land ran my tongue lightly over his skin to taste the salt of his sweat. We both lay there, panting. Then Jamie mumbled "Let me up, Steve, please - you're fucking crushing me!"
I rolled off him so we were lying side by side, and Jamie turned to face me. "Bastard!", he muttered, but I could see the glimmer of a smile on his face. "Bastard! I haven't been fucked like that for a long time!"
Our coupling had been so intense that we had both completely forgotten Luke. Now we both noticed him kind of simultaneously, and it was as if this somehow gave him "permission" to do something, as he threw himself at me, starting to pummel me with his fists. "Bastard", he shouted, "Leave my brother alone...."
I was in no real danger of course as there's no way an untrained sixteen year old can do serious damage to a trained, fit, strong fighter like me, but you've always got to be careful in these circumstances, I find, especially when you're totally naked - a "lucky" knee in your balls can be as painful and debilitating from a young guy as from a tough fighter! So I kind of lay there and allowed him hit me for a bit, to let him exhaust himself. It was Jamie who pulled him off me eventually, then threw him down on to the bed so that he was lying in-between us. Jamie wrapped one arm around Luke's chest, and wrapped his legs around his brother's to hold him still - even though I'd just fucked Jamie, I could feel my dick stiffen as I thought of Jamie's dick pressing into his brother's butt as he held him there: there's something so intensely erotic about two naked guys both drenched in sweat, panting and straining like that.
"He, steady on....", Jamie told Luke, pressing his face close to his brother's.
"Steve was fucking you..! You didn't want him to.... It wasn't right...!"
"Listen, Luke, Steve and me are gladiators, OK? And that's what men like us do - well, at the end of some fights, anyway. You overpower your opponent, and then he shows you how utterly defeated you are."
"But he was hurting you...."
"Yes, but that's what men do when they fuck. You'll find out - when a man's dick is in you it hurts, and you want to cry out, but it's not like a real pain, not like if I broke your arm or anything... It's kind of exciting, kind of special, and you take it because you know the guy who's fucking you is enjoying himself. And the pain is part of that, too - you only know you're really fucking another guy properly hard when you can see it's hurting him. Not really hurting, not lasting hurting, but kind of special, kind of thrilling...." Jamie stopped his flow of words, then added "Tell him, Steve, you're better that kind of thing than I am."
"Jamie's right, Luke. A man's dick up your as does hurt - well, it hurts at the time, and for a bit afterwards, but it's not permanent. And it's really good for both guys - the pain adds to the amazing sensation of his body thrusting into yours and makes it extra sexy. And if you're doing the fucking - well, seeing the other guy like that just adds to it: I guess it tells you you're doing a good job. And it shows that you're a real man - I suppose there are some men with really tiny dicks who can push them up another guy without it hurting, but real men, men with proper dicks, like Jamie and me...." I looked at him and went on "...and you... well, it's going to hurt a bit, isn't it? And it's all part of the anticipation, of the fun...."
Luke was looking doubtful, but Jamie didn't say anything, so I added "But anyway, you'll find out for yourself, one day. But first...." I vaulted lightly off the bed, went into the bathroom and washed my dick, then came back with some toilet tissue and cleaned Jamie's ass crack, before lying beside Luke again and throwing a leg over both his and Jamie's body to remind them I was in control. Both brothers had been saying something to each other whilst I was in the bathroom, but the shut up and remained silent as I worked at Jamie's ass. All three of us lay there then, kind of expectantly, as if we all knew something else had to happen. It was really companionable - three guys, together, enjoying the closeness of each other.
Finally, I broke the silence. "So, Jamie - I've shot my load. I understand you have, which is what started all this. So it's only young Luke here who needs some relief..."
"It's OK, Steve", Luke muttered.
"No, Luke, I reckon it would be cruel to make you try to sleep like that. Surrounded by a couple of studs like your brother and me, the smell of sex in the air... It will get to your brain, you know, and you'll have all kinds of erotic dreams, then you'll wake up in the middle of the night with a raging hard-on. I reckon you need all that cum releasing, then we can all sleep properly."
Luke went to get up, but my leg half restrained him, and Jamie curled an arm around his brother's shoulders to hold him down. "Hey, little brother, where are you going?", Jamie asked, a big smile on his face. "You're not ashamed of your dick, are you? As Steve said, you're properly hung, like him and me, so there's no need to be ashamed of it...."
"Quite right, Jamie", I added. "Now, Luke, you've been jerking me off for weeks, you've given your brother a blow job, and you've seen him fucked... You're not embarrassed, are you? Do you think you're not a proper man or something?"
"No, Steve. But.... Well..."
"Luke, I think it's time your education progressed a bit." I smiled encouragingly at him, and at the same time decided that Jamie still needed to learn a bit of a lesson, that it wasn't right for him to force his brother to blow him without asking me first. So I turned a bit so my face was right next to Jamie's. "OK then, Jamie - get down there, onto him."
I thought at first that Jamie was going to argue with me, and, to tell you the truth, I didn't look forward to having to hit him to make him obey me. Perhaps he saw my warning look, though, as he let go of Luke, then slid his body down the bed, took Luke's dick in his hand, then lowered his mouth towards it.
I lay there with Luke's head cradled on my arm, and as Jamie sucked way enthusiastically at him I let my fingers stray only Luke's nip and began to stroke and then tweak it - he responded as so many guys do of course by trying to push my hand away, but I was too strong for him, and his body did the other thing: his hips arched upwards in response to the sensation, thrusting his dick hard into is brother's mouth.
It was really exciting to watch Jamie at work - his broad, muscular shoulders with their tattoo bounding up and down as he worked away, and in the same way that as I was playing with Luke's nip, so I could just make out Jamie teasing Luke's asshole with a finger - a finger which must have gone in and touched Luke's prostate, as his body now arched even more and he was giving little moans and cries of ecstasy.
It couldn't last, of course: I mean, if you're sixteen, very horny, and you've got two really expert studs playing with your nips and your ass as one of them sucks you, how long is it going to be before you shoot? Not long, I can tell you - Jamie didn't stop licking and sucking as Luke shot, and the kid moaned and cried even louder as his dick was driven to even higher levels of sensitivity by it. Jamie let him relax then, though. He leaned over his brother's body, pressed his face to mine, and we kissed, deeply, and Jamie's tongue lashed at mine as he shared Luke's cum with me.
End Of Part Twenty Nine.