Yet another bit of my current epic, which you're kindly posting in gay/male/authoritarian. As ever, thanks. Pete
RELUCTANT GLADIATOR - Part Thirty Three A story by Pete Brown (petebrownuk @ yahoo.com)
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Things began to work quite well for us. It felt good to be free and independent again, not reliant on Jon and Ann, and to be much more in charge of my life (well, as much as you can ever say that you're in charge of your life). I was doing OK financially, with Jamie and Luke's contracts bringing me in enough money for rent, food, and so on. And my own work at the gym was a real bonus, giving some spare cash for a few little luxuries - mind you, I was careful and set aside savings, too, as the spectre of enslavement for debt was always hovering there in the background. I took out insurance policies for my own health, and for Jamie and Luke (along with public liability insurance in case my slaves should cause problems - as the owner I'd be liable, as you'd expect), but Darren remained a worry as there was no way that I could get insurance for him: just as for free men's health insurance, none of the companies would take on a pre-existing condition.
Darren continued to improve, though, and he soon put weight back on so he no longer looked like a sack filled with bones, and encouraged by Jamie, he started to exercise gently to build his muscle tone back up. I knew things were getting better when I'd just finished cumming following the ministrations of Luke's lips and hands (mostly the lips, actually, as with all the hard labour he was doing his hands were very calloused and could chafe the tender skin of my dick), and I heard Darren in the next bed giving those great sighs of ecstasy you do when you've cum. Up until that time it was only the noise of Jamie that had come across to us, as he was pretty vocal when he was fucking or receiving pleasure from another guy, and Darren hadn't figured at all. I'd been vaguely worried about it and had asked Darren at some point, and he'd been evasive in his replies to me. Well, I wasn't going to have that, of course, as it's important that in every situation
a slave knows that he needs to be open and honest with his owner, so I'd insisted that he replied. Blushing with embarrassment and slowly and hesitantly as if he was ashamed of it, he'd finally "confessed" that he hadn't been able to get an erection since we'd rescued him. Well that was understandable of course, given the dreadful physical state he was in - extreme physical deprivation has that effect on a guy, and I'd told him not to worry about it and that there was nothing to be ashamed of. His concern wasn't only for himself, but for Jamie as he was worried in case Jamie no longer wanted him in bed. Anyway this great sigh he gave signalled to me that things were getting back to normal, and it was a good sign of his returning to proper health.
I decided to take Darren to the gym with me, and the owners didn't mind me having him work out with the other slaves, but they made sure I understood that he was not to be treated as a favourite. I reassured them, pointing out that I wanted him toned and fit, and that therefore if anything I was likely to be harder on him than I was on the other slaves sent their by their owners. It did seem strange at first to be laying into Darren's back with my tawse if I thought he wasn't trying as hard as he could or was flagging towards the end of a "set", but I soon put my prejudices aside and from the moment we entered the gym and he'd stripped off I treated him exactly the same as all the other slaves. It did occasionally cause problems though, not so much with Darren himself but with Jamie - when the two men were in bed I could sometimes hear Jamie muttering and complaining about me if Darren had winced when Jamie had touched his shoulders after a
particularly bad day. Still, it was no worse than the way that Jamie and Luke were treated by the overseers on their construction site - I've told you that my agreement with the employer was that they were not to be damaged by the use of a whip, but that still leaves overseers a lot of latitude, not only with the strap, but with a medium-weight punishment cane that is not sufficient to break the skin but which nevertheless can be very unpleasant for the slave.
After about a month I thought we were at the point where Darren could be contracted for construction work - with all three of my slaves then working I'd be substantially better off. And if I could have them all together on the same site, administration and stuff like that would be really easy. I didn't have much luck, though, as although he was now fit and muscular again there was something of a glut of slaves around and the employers could pick and choose - the residual limp that Darren still had was enough to put them off. I thought about trying to get him office work, in a call centre or something, but, frankly, he wasn't the type - after all that gladiator training a big tough guy like that needs to be worked hard physically if he's not to become bored and rebellious. Darren, too, was worried about his limp - when he and Jamie were fooling around when we all went to the park to exercise on Sundays I could see that he hated the way that Jamie,
Luke and me were able to play "tag" and "scratch football" and stuff where he was unable to compete. He begged me to try to get something done about his limp, and I consulted Jon as I always did when I needed the kind of information that he seemed to have at his fingertips but which I'd have searched for hours to try to find.
Jon put me in touch with a surgeon friend of his, and I took Darren along to his office for a consultation. At first I didn't understand why he wanted Darren completely naked, because to examine his leg all he'd have needed to do was to have Darren remove his shorts. But it soon became clear that, like Jon, the surgeon was a connoisseur of the male form, and his examination of Darren's body was very, very thorough indeed. Even the bits without bones were felt and stroked, and Darren stood there blushing as the surgeon's long, thin fingers caressed him to a full erection!
"A nice property you have", he told me then. "I bet you have a lot of fun with him..."
"Well not so much with him - he's kind of paired up with another slave I've got, and whilst he's been in recovery after a period of the most appalling ill treatment, I've mostly left them together."
"That's extremely generous! Most men ?I know who own properties like this wouldn't 'waste' him on another slave - they'd want their proper use of him."
"Oh it's not so bad - I've got one a bit younger who fits my needs at the moment."
The surgeon looked at me rather strangely, and went on "Well anyway, from my preliminary examination I'd say that there was nothing irremediable with your property. I'd need a full X-ray, bone scan and so on to be certain, but I think the limp is merely caused by the bones setting wrongly after an earlier fracture - I expect some butcher of a veterinarian didn't have the skill and expertise to deal properly with complex compound fractures. All we need to do is break the bones again, then set them properly."
Darren was brightening up as he said this, and the surgeon went on "So if you call my secretary, he'll make the necessary appointments for the X-rays and scans, then we can have a proper consultation on the operation to break and re-set." He stopped, and added, his voice changing tone as if he was now a little embarrassed to be saying it "It will be expensive, of course. I assume you have insurance?"
"No. I couldn't get it for this one, because of this pre-existing condition."
"Well I'll keep costs as low as possible - we can have him in an open ward with the patients on government medical plans, rather than a private room. Providing no-one finds out he's a slave, there should not be any complaints."
"I'm not sure I can afford even that...."
"Come, come, sir! A man who has three excellent properties like this.... You're a man of means...."
"It's a long story about how I got them. Darren here cost almost nothing as he was near to death and not expected to recover. And the other two... Well, I kind of 'acquired' them as a result of my last job...."
He looked at me again. "Your last job? Which was...."
"...as a gladiator. I got a temporary enslavement, and fought my way to the top, so to speak. But it's not much help now - I'm really poor as there's no work for unskilled free men, and although I've got three slaves as assets, and I agree they've got a big capital value, I've got almost nothing else."
"So sell one of them. Either one of the others, to fund the operation on this one, or sell this one - I know a number of gentlemen who would be prepared to give you a good price for a property of this calibre, even with the slight impairment he has.... They'd be prepared to buy him and then have him fixed up. I cold see him performing most satisfactorily as some gentleman's personal slave: the slight inhibitor in his leg movement should not stop him being able to participate fully in whatever sexual amusement his owner requires".
I saw Darren looking in horror, and I cut in "No, that's not possible. After what we've all been through together in the gladiator school and the arena, it's unthinkable that I could sell one of them. So I guess I need to thank you for your time... And I hope this consultation won't have been too expensive...."
"The idea of three properties like this is rather, rather.... Shall we say 'appealing'? Perhaps we might make some arrangement... I have a cabin on the lake, and it needs work... Perhaps you and your other properties might spend some time working there at the weekend...."
"Yes! We could do that..."
"Understand though, that I do mean 'work. 24 hours a day. On the grounds during the day, and in the evening delivering rather more personal kinds of service...."
"That's no problem...."
"...and of course I'd want to see their bodies in action. They would not require to be clothed."
"Sure, why not? They were used to appearing nearly naked in the arena, and for special fights to select audiences, totally so."
"You too?"
"Yes."
"So I could have four of you."
"Hey, I'm a free man now."
"...a free man who is ashamed of his body?"
"No, of course not!"
The surgeon smiled. "Well then, if you're not ashamed of your body, and in the spirit of mutual co-operation, why don't you let me take a look at what I'm going to get?"
He saw me looking surprised and continued "Yes... Unclothe for me, please. I've got a busy day, and I rarely get to see male flesh in such good condition as your slave and you. So indulge me, show me that you want to make this deal happen."
I was going to tell him to fuck off. It was so demeaning. As a gladiator I'd had to go through the total humiliation of having to strip so that prospective customers who wanted to see a private bout could "inspect the goods", and there was no way I was going to do that now. But then I noticed Darren - he'd clearly sensed my outrage and had guessed that the deal was about to fall apart, and although he didn't say anything, the imploring look on his face told me he was desperate for this.
Seething with anger inside but outwardly calm (as I learned to be during those days in the gladiator school when I had to do this), I kicked off my shoes, undid my jeans, let them slide down to the floor, then stepped out of them. I pulled my polo shirt over my head (at the school we were always taught to do it this way as it gives the prospective customer a really good view of your belly muscles flexing as you do so), and stood there in front of him in just my briefs and socks.
"All the way." The surgeon's tone was at once calm yet commanding.
I put my thumbs into the waistband of my briefs and pushed them down over my hips, letting them drop to the floor. I was a bit embarrassed as I was half erect - something about being ordered to strip in front of another man, with Darren standing there naked, had triggered it. The surgeon was now looking at me intently, and made a little gesture towards my socks, so I bent over and pulled them off - as I did so, of course, all my muscles tensed, and I saw his interest intensify as my dick and balls swung as I stooped.
"Excellent!", he told me. "You really are a credit to us free men. There are so few men these days who can compare to a slave in terms of their physique and level of fitness, and yet you are clearly in prime condition." He smiled at me now, clearly pleased at giving me this compliment even though I'd found it fucking humiliating to know that he'd been looking at me like that.
"Just one more thing", he continued. "I'd like to make sure you're fully functioning. Please be so good as to ejaculate for me."
"What?... No, no fucking way...."
"I thought you were interested in a deal, having your slave put back into proper condition?"
"You said working on your cabin...."
"....and providing other services as well. I like to invite a number of colleagues to the cabin for studies and discussions, and then in the evening we have dinner, and then they expect some entertainment. I can hardly raise their expectations by allowing them to watch four naked slaves working all day and then find that one of them is causing disappointment when it comes to the show...."
"I'm not a slave..."
"As you said. But you look like a slave now you've stripped. Those muscles, no foreskin.... Indeed, I think it will add to the general air of excitement if I tell my colleagues I have four slaves working, allow them to watch you all day, and then realise that you're a free man. That way they'll be less inhibited during the day in 'inspecting' you as you work. Actually, I think I could have some sort of competition, where they're asked to guess which of the four of you is the free man. Anyway, after all of that, I'd need to be certain that you can 'perform'.... Please be so good as to proceed, or else the deal's off."
I was seething with anger now, but, equally, I could see Darren's apparent dismay as things were about to fall apart. It occurred to me that I'd have a tough time explaining it to Jamie and Luke that night - not that I needed to justify myself to my slaves, but, as you know, I didn't exactly have a totally normal owner/slave relationship. Slowly and reluctantly, I lowered my hand and started to stroke my dick, and, as you'd expect, it responded and my semi-erection began to stiffen.
Darren visibly relaxed - I saw his body lose tension as he realised the deal was back on course. Then, as if he was inspired, he moved and came and knelt beside me. I felt the warmth of his arm against my bare butt as he reached around me to steady himself, then he bent forward and gently moved my hand away so that he cold begin to kiss and then suck my dick.
Well, you know how it is once a guy has the tip of your dick in his mouth - you want it all, don't you? As if by reflex both my hands went down to his head as he knelt there and at first gently, and then with more and more vigour as my excitement mounted, I began to thrust my dick deep down into his throat. He began to gag slightly, but I didn't care - kneeling as he was, and with my hands on his head, there was no way he could resist me: I began to thrust hard as that delicious sensation of a guy's throat really gripping your dick and coating it with mucus and slime kicked in.
I don't know about you, but even when I'm really fucking there's part of my brain that's still somewhere else, "watching", looking out for me. Perhaps it's what comes from being trained as a gladiator - fighting at the top level is a lot like fucking, actually, as your whole body and brain needs to be totally involved in it; but at the same time you need a "something" running in the background, aware of what else is going on around you, just in case something needs to be done. This "guardian" now cut in, and I became aware of the way that the surgeon was gazing at me, and I remembered that he'd demanded to see me shoot. So I pushed Darren's head off my dick, and as he remained kneeling there in front of me, now gagging and wheezing as he tried to breathe again and choking and coughing big gobs of mucus everywhere, I began to stroke my dick again, but now much harder and faster than before.
Well, you know how it is, I'm sure: whether you're being sucked or if you're fucking, it's somehow so much better to have a few quick strokes at your dick right before you cum - I've read somewhere that over eighty percent of all men prefer to climax that way, and I'm no exception. I felt my back arch as that totally delicious sensation of the beginnings of a "shoot" went through me, and the next instant I had to stop touching my dick as cum pumped out of it - I've told you that I'm like a lot of guys in that respect, too: I want my dick sucked and stroked to get to a climax, but once I've shot my load it becomes incredibly sensitive and I can't bear that amazing mixture of pure pleasure and pure pain that I get if my dick isn't allowed to "recover" unaided.
A big stream of cum shot out - in spite of my feeling of total humiliation it was somehow exciting and I was turned on - and hit poor Darren squarely in the face as he continued to kneel there. I felt his arm tighten around my butt as he reacted, but it was too late to do anything about it - I couldn't touch my dick, and it pumped a couple more squirts onto his forehead, from which it began to run down the side of his nose to join the small patch already glistening on his cheeks and upper lip and mingle with mucus that had trickled out of his nose and mouth.
Time seemed to stand still then - it felt like many minutes, but it can only have been a very few seconds. My heart started to slow and my breathing began to return to normal. I heard the surgeon exclaim "Magnificent!", and then became aware of Darren once more who had now removed his arm from around my butt but remained kneeling there as he moved my cum down is face with his fingers and fed it into his mouth - I don't think he necessarily wanted to eat it all, but when you're totally naked, how else do you clean your face up? He finished off by licking his fingers clean, then looked up at me again and at my nod, got to his feet.
We stood there together, and the surgeon congratulated me. "Excellent! Truly excellent. It's rare to see a free man ejaculate quite so much, with such force.... I think it speaks volumes for your fitness, and certainly tells the world that a man needs a slave around, as you have, to ensure he keeps in prime condition. Do you fuck him as well?"
"I've told you, I don't use Darren here. He and one of my other slaves, Jamie, are kind of an item, and in the gladiator school we respected that...."
"But you're not a gladiator any more, are you? You're a free man. And he is your slave. I would have thought that after a performance like that.... Well, he clearly is very expert... I suppose that he and this other slave pleasure each other all the time...."
"Actually, I think they fuck. No, I know they fuck - they're in the next bed."
"Any you? You fuck the third one?"
"No! He's too young...."
"Over sixteen, surely?"
"Yes, of course - he was enslaved.... But he's not yet twenty...."
"I think my colleagues and I will want to see a real spectacle in the evening, when you entertain us. Early on it would be interesting to see two pairs of such fit men fucking. And then later, it would be even more exciting to see them again, but this time with changed partners..."
"No way am I going to fuck in public! Those days are over."
"No, indeed. I've got something more special in mind.... We can see older men fucking younger guys all the time, and indeed many of my colleagues probably have a slave who they use and who is younger than they are as, like me, they are in the prime of life and doing well in terms of carer advancement. No, I think we'll bring the evening to an end with the spectacle of the salves fucking you: now that would be special, very special - not only to have younger guys fucking an older one, but to have a free man fucked by a slave." He paused for a moment, then added "Not that that doesn't happen all the time, I suppose, in the seclusion of owners' private quarters. But to have a free man humiliated by having to take a slave's dick in public., well, that's something else."
"No way!". My voice was strident and very loud this time, and as I said it, I bent down to pick up my briefs.
"Seeing your butt like that only makes me firmer in my determination to secure the services of the four of you", the surgeon countered. "Indeed, I hope you are in a position to be able to pay for his initial consultation... The price of an expert examination of your slave of the kind I have undertaken can be a shock to many people - and I think we all know the attitude of the courts these days to debtors who spend money they cannot afford, and who have little prospect of repaying."
"I assumed this one was free..."
"It's unwise to assume anything, my good sir. I assumed you were a wealthy client who was interested in getting the best care for his slave. I assumed you were interested in offsetting the costs of treatment against a few harmless activities at my cabin for a group of discerning fellows, I assumed...." He paused, and looked at me again.
"You can't be serious! Having me strip, then get fucked...."
"And how different is that from what you've already done? You've stripped for me, and clearly you have no shame about your body, especially with your background as a gladiator. And as for sex, well.... Are you telling me that you are an anal virgin....? And be truthful now, a rectal examination can reveal many interesting things about a man...."
"Sure, I got fucked once or twice when I lost bouts...."
"So you have taken another man's dick. And you have not only stripped, but performed in public. I'd advise you to think very carefully about the deal I have offered you - not only will you get your slave restored, but you will avoid any risk of enslavement yourself because of failure to pay my substantial bill."
I looked at Darren, who was almost begging me to do something, then, still standing there holding my briefs, I knew I had no choice. To give myself some shred of dignity I stepped into my briefs, pulled them up, and "settled" my dick and balls into place. "Very well. You win. When is this time at the cabin to take place?".
Well we "negotiated" then, if you can call a discussion when one party holds most of the cards a negotiation. I wanted the work on Darren's leg completed first, and this was about the only condition I did manage to get the surgeon to agree to - and only then because he thought that having Darren "perfect" would enhance the experience when all four of us had to perform. I lost everything else - we had to work all day, all four of us, totally naked. We would be required to "take part in an orgy" as entertainment in the evening, and as part of that all four of us would fuck, and be fucked. And in between the labouring and the fucking, we would serve as waiters at the dinner.
There was nothing else to say after that, and I felt a sense of defeat as acutely sharp as I'd ever felt out in the arena. I'd been beaten, bested, had totally lost to a better opponent. All I could do was pull on my clothes, order Darren to do the same, then leave with as much dignity as it's possible to have when you have been forced to jerk off in front of another guy.
Outside, Darren knew there was a problem and said quietly "Thanks, Steve...." I didn't reply, as I was seething with anger inside at being done over so comprehensively, and I knew that if I did say anything it would be to blame Darren, and it absolutely wasn't is fault, after all. He tried again, though, touching my arm and muttering "There's not a lot of guys who would do that for another one, Steve. But if you want, I can live with my leg like this.... I've got used to it, almost, and Jamie doesn't mind all that much. There must be some work that I could do, even as a cripple... It's not right to make Jamie and Luke fuck in public..."
"And what about me", I shouted in exasperation. "Is it all right for me to have to?"
"But you already have, Steve! When you were fighting, some of those private bouts when you fought naked and then 'proved' to the clients that you were totally dominant at the end...."
"That was when I was a slave, a gladiator. Now I'm a free man."
Darren looked sad, and muttered in a quiet voice "Are any of us really free, Steve?"
End Of Part Thirty Three.