Reluctant Gladiator

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

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It was just like old times in the gladiator barracks as Mike and I lay there together that night. I could feel that Mike was all kind of tense, though, and not as relaxed as he usually was in bed. After a few moments he said quietly to me as I guess he didn't want the others to hear "You're not going to fuck me, are you, Steve?"

"You know the rules, Mike: I get to choose."

"Well you know I don't like it...."

"And what's that got to do with it? You know I don't like being fucked, Mike, and it never stopped you when you hadn't paid for a bitch."

"But that was different...."

"How so?"

"I was Champion, I had the right to use any of the other gladiators any way I wanted..."

"Define 'right' for me, Mike! I guess you had the power to do it, both physically as you could beat the shit out of anyone who stood up to you; and I suppose that if you didn't get what you wanted you could complain to Straughan that the Champion wasn't being treated properly and he'd do something about it. But you had the 'right'? What about the 'right' of the other guy not to be fucked if he didn't want to be?"

"It was only a bit of fun, Steve, a bit of harmless fun... You're no worse off from it, so you should know."

"Roll over, Mike. On your belly..."

"What?"

"You heard me. Now it's my turn. And as it's only 'a bit of harmless fun' you've got no reason to object. And I like fucking guys when I'm lying on top of them, when I can nibble their ears and bite their shoulders and feel their hot sweaty bodies all along mine as I fuck them."

"Steve, don't, please...."

"Do you want Jamie and Darren and Luke to know you don't follow through on agreements you make? We all did agree, you know...."

Mike was silent and lay there and I could tell from the gentle quivering of his body that he was in a real dilemma, he was in turmoil. A guy like Mike is used to taking action, deciding what to do, then doing it. And now he was kind of 'lost', debating with himself I suppose which action was the lesser of the two evils.

Finally he put his mouth to my ear and whispered "Please, Steve, please... Please don't fuck me."

"And why shouldn't I? We've been through all the arguments."

"Steve, you don't know what it's like, down the mine...."

"You're not down the mine."

"But I was.... And.... " he shuddered. I could feel his whole body shaking. I couldn't bear it. I put my arms around him and pulled him close to me.

"What's the matter, Mike. Come on, you can tell me..."

"The first day. When the guards push you out of the elevator. It's pitch black. Then they come for you - all those black figures in the dark, all used to being with very little light so they can see what they're doing and you can't. All used to crawling around and to not hitting the low roof. All pretty lean and fit. They like 'fresh meat' as they call it. I was the Champion, Steve, a proper fighter. But they beat me, Steve. It wasn't a fair fight really, but they beat me. And then they fucked me. One after another...."

"So is that what you're scared about? That I'll fuck you rough and hard, like they did?"

"I'm not scared!" Mike's whole body tensed as he said this and I guess it was only the threat of the others hearing him that kept his voice low.

"So if you're not scared, and it's only a 'bit of harmless fun', then what's the problem?"

"You don't understand, Steve..."

"No, Mike, I don't. But I'm going to start any moment now, so you'd better try and explain."

"Mike, I'm a man, a real man. I fuck bitches, and guys when the bitches aren't around of course. I can't let another guy fuck me. I wouldn't be a man...."

"But what about the guys you fuck, Mike? Aren't they men when you've done it? Do you think I'm not a man?"

"Well that's different...."

"In what way?"

"You like it, Steve. You like all this fooling around with guys. And so it's natural for you to want to go the whole way."

I kissed him gently and whispered "Now come on, Mike. That's really stupid! Telling me that I like fooling around with guys - I reckon you do, too. All those nights when we were in the barracks.... Have you forgotten?"

Mike lay there half under me, silent. So I gently pushed and prodded at him to make him roll over a little so that we were once again facing each other. I leaned my face towards his and kissed him again and at the same time I reached for his dick and began to stroke it gently - he was already hard, actually, so I reckon all his protests about 'not liking it' were a bit false anyway.

We lay there for what seemed like hours but was probably only about twenty minutes as we kissed, stroked each other, teased each others nips, ran our hands all over each other, played with our dicks, stroked our balls. Then I focussed down onto Mike's dick, first of all holding our two dicks close together so that I felt the heat of his all along the sensitive surface of mine, and then beginning to jerk him off. I was careful to put most of my effort into pleasing Mike, so that soon he was gasping and giving little moans and cries of pleasure, followed closely by my hands getting slicker as his pre-cum coated me, and finally there was a huge sigh as his body tensed and his hot cum shot all over me. I managed to avoid overexciting myself as I knew I needed all my cum for later.

When we'd done it in the gladiator barracks I'd usually carried on jerking Mike off and he'd cried and shouted with that incredible mixture of pure sensation and acute physical discomfort that a lot of guys get who have sensitive dicks (I should know, as I'm one of them!). But now I stopped, and still keeping one arm wrapped around Mike to hold him close to me, I reached down and began probing at his ass with my cum-slimed finger.

"No...", he whispered at me.

"Yes, Mike. You enjoyed what we've just done, so don't tell me that you're not in to having fun with guys. Now let me show you how it can get better and better...."

I'll never really know why he let me continue as I pushed first one, then two, then three fingers into his ass, and finally began to really stretch him. Perhaps it was because we were still locked together in the incredible post-coitus mood that you get, perhaps it was because my other hand continued to tease and play with his nips, perhaps it was because every time he went to protest I kissed him and pushed my tongue deep into his mouth. Or perhaps, rather more prosaically, it was simply that he had worked his way through all the options open to him and had decided that this was the least worst of them.

Finally I kissed him again and whispered "OK, now roll over onto your belly... I won't hurt you, I promise. And you'll enjoy it... Honest."

I positioned myself on top of him and gently reached under his body to make sure his dick and balls were comfortable. I pushed his thighs apart then slid my dick up and down his ass crack, rubbing my body all along his as I did so, and nibbling at his earlobes: I wanted him to get used to the feeling of my dick near his most intimate places. I wanted him to experience my dick against his body before it fucked him. But then of course I needed to do the deed, I needed to actually start fucking him properly.

His whole body was so tense as my dick touched his hole, and I had to whisper to him to reassure him that everything was OK and that he needed to relax - a gladiator has fantastic control of his body as you might expect, and so although a lot of guys in this situation probably couldn't do it, I could feel the tension slip out of him.

I took a long, long time to get my dick into him - millimetre by millimetre I inched it forward, always stopping at the slightest sign of discomfort or rejection, and always using my hands to continue stroking at Mike and reaching under him to massage his belly and play with his tits as I did so. Then finally I was 'home' - my pubes were hard up against Mike's ass. I leaned my head right forward and whispered "OK?"

There was a muffled reply which I took to be a 'yes', so I continued "This is it, Mike. You and me... As close as two guys can be... We're not just buddies any more, we're a whole lot more than that now.... You've fucked me, and now I've got my dick buried in you... And it's OK, isn't it? You feel good, you feel close to me, you feel that we're now so special, together...."

There was another muffled response also presumably in the affirmative, so gently, oh so gently as I didn't want to cause him any pain or to panic him, I began to slide out, and then back in, softly and slowly.

It normally takes a really long time to cum when you're fucking like that, of course. And that's when you're going at it hard, and fast, which I wasn't. And I know a lot of guys can't actually cum in another guy's ass at all, and they actually need to pull out and give themselves those few vital last strokes with their own hands. But I'd been looking forward to this for so long, I so much wanted Mike's ass gripping my dick, I wanted it to go on for ever. Life's not like that though is it? That amazing thing called 'sod's law' comes into play, and I could soon feel an almost unbearable tension building in my dick and my balls tightening ready to shoot. I was gasping and panting gently - as was Mike, interestingly - and then I could no longer hold it: I had to collapse onto his body as my cum pumped out into him.

I lay there on top of him for a long time afterwards as my dick went soft. I wanted it to go on for ever, I suppose. I wanted the real world to go away whilst I enjoyed that totally intimate closeness with Mike. He was relaxed under me, covered in sweat which was assailing my nose with its wonderful scent, I bit his shoulders gently to 'mark' him as mine, and turned his head so that I could kiss him again. It was as if the world had ceased to exist except for Mike, me, and the fusion of our bodies. But it's all self delusion, isn't it? You can't block out reality for ever, and I knew we had a long journey the next day and needed to sleep. So I pulled out of him and went into the bathroom and washed my dick, then came back and gently cleaned Mike's ass with a wet towel, wiping away all his ass juices and my cum which was trickling out of him - somehow that's another totally intimate action that you do, isn't it? And perhaps Mike sensed that as he

made no effort to stop me, and simply sighed deeply and stretched his body a bit, resting his head now in his crossed arms.

I slid back into bed and turned him to face me. "So, you're not less of a man, are you?"

Mike was silent. "I reckon you're not a real man until you know what it's like to really fuck with another guy. It's OK fucking a bitch I suppose, and it's great to fuck another guy - better, of course, as the ass holds the dick tighter. But until you've experienced the other side, until you've known what it's like to be totally intimate, totally together with a buddy...."

Now it was Mike whose arm snaked out and gripped me, forcing my head close to him so that he could kiss me passionately and deeply. Then he let go, and in the dim light of the room I could see that his face was split by a big, broad grin.

"Steve, it was...." He hesitated as if he didn't want to admit it. Then went on "it was great. Fantastic." Then he stopped. And I felt his body tense against mine.

"Go on, Mike"

"It's OK with you, I guess, Steve...." He stopped again, and I kissed one of his nips gently to encourage him to go on. "But tomorrow.... That stupid circle thing you did.... Tomorrow I'm supposed to sleep with Jamie, and...."

"...And he'll fuck you, Mike. And I'm not going to pretend it will be anything like what we've just done. He's got a lot of anger to work out generally, and, let's face it, you and he don't exactly get along, do you? You keep calling him a punk, slapping him... I reckon he'll be out to teach you a lesson. A tough, hard, fit young guy like him will pound and pound you, and it will hurt..."

Mike lay there, silent. "There. Now, have I voiced all your fears for you? Are you worried about Jamie taking 'revenge'? If it's any consolation, I think it will all be over pretty quickly as he's only going to be doing it because he has the opportunity and will want to 'prove' to you that he's as much of a 'Champion' as you are - he'd much rather be lying with Darren, enjoying all that special closeness and bonding that we did."

"Forget the pain! I'm a gladiator, a Champion..."

"So what's the problem? You know now that you can be fucked and you're still a man afterwards..." As I said this I wrapped my fingers around Mike's dick, which was rock solid again.

"When he's fucked me he'll think he's better than me, he'll be impossible to control... I'm the Champion, Steve...."

"Is that all that's worrying you? Think about it, Mike: You were the Champion. But not any more. That was a long time ago, and aren't you glad it's all over? You always knew that one day someone would come along and beat you - I did, remember? So let it go. Let all that old stuff go, and think of yourself as Mike, the great guy, the guy who's so fucking fantastic that Steve wants him, wants to be with him, always... Think about the future."

I wasn't convinced it was working, but I felt Mike's body relax a bit. So I went on "You're the same great Mike as you always were, but now you're even better - you now know what it's really like for two guys to be together, more than just best buddies, really together. So let's sleep now, shall we, as we've got a long day tomorrow?"

"It's OK for you, Steve, but tomorrow there's Jamie... I guess I don't mind so much about him fucking me, I can bear it. But afterwards he'll be strutting around crowing about how he's fucked a Champion, how he's top dog now..."

"Let me worry about that, will you? And think about it - next week it will be your turn to fuck him! So whatever he says, you can say exactly the same back, can't you?"

Mike nodded and I saw that flicker of a smile on his face again that I so love, and we shuffled around to get our bodies comfortable for sleep, as we used to at the barracks.

The following day we were lucky enough to have arranged a lift a further fifty miles or so towards our objective as some woman client had decided that she needed to go to a nearby city to shop. So by the afternoon I was busy 'canvassing' for custom, and was lucky enough to get some heavy work for the guys, and I thought that was good as they'd be tired out and any fucking would be a whole lot less vigorous! We also found a bargain rate motel room if we would stay two nights rather than one, so I agreed to that.

That evening as we were walking back from dinner (I'd lashed out and bought then steak again as I wanted everyone to be in a good mood) I deliberately held back, alongside Jamie, and let Mike, Darren and Luke get a few paces ahead.

"You're going to fuck Mike tonight...." I said casually to Jamie when I thought the others could no longer hear us.

"Fucking right! I'm going to really ream that bastard's ass, pay him back for all that shit he hands out to me all the time. I'm going to make him squeal like a stuck pig as I fuck him. Then tomorrow I'm going to tell the other guys how Mike's been tamed, how he's no longer the 'Champion' we all need to respect, but a hole that we can all use as a fuck toy...."

"You know, Jamie, you could be so much of a better person if you stopped to think...."

"Ah! I knew there'd be a catch! You don't want your buddy Mike fucked by me! All that stuff last night was a sham! You and Mike, the two 'bruisers' are going to carry on doing down Darren and me - you guys never thought that wrestlers fight just as hard as you do. And you'll fuck Luke too, I suppose, as he can't stop you..."

"There you go! As I said, you need to stop and think! Now listen to me: it's not a sham. We are all going to act as a proper team, and we are all going to fuck with each other - and the guy who's 'night it is' is going to get to choose what happens. And tonight you can fuck Mike or do anything else sexually to that you like. And when it's your turn with me, you can fuck me too - it's no big deal for me."

Jamie looked surprised. "Mike's going to let me fuck him...?"

"If you want to, yes. And I guess you do want to. And neither he nor I will stop you. That's the deal we all agreed to, and Mike understands that a real guy keeps his word. But you've got to think, Jamie - see beyond the immediate present."

He sounded really suspicious. "What do you mean?"

"Look, fuck Mike. But do it properly - as two guys who respect and like each other would. You can fuck him hard, as hard as you like - Mike's a big strong guy and he won't complain if you hurt him, you know that: you've seen him in the arena enough times and you know that pain isn't important to him. But afterwards.... When you've finished, that's it. No leaping around sneering at him and telling him he's a wimp or a pussy or any shit like that, OK?"

"I'll do what I like. He will be a pussy when I've finished with him...."

"You don't think, do you? Look, you can do what you like, but consider the consequences. Next week it will be his turn..."

"I'm not afraid of him. He's got a big dick, sure, but I don't mind about pain either."

"But Darren does, I think. Not for himself only, but for you? And do you care about your little brother? You kind of profess not to, but I reckon you do..."

"So?"

"So think about it, Jamie. If you make Mike look stupid, or belittle him, or anything like that, he'll get revenge. And he won't take his revenge just on you - that would be too easy. But he's going to fuck Darren, and Luke.... Do you want them to have Mike really fuck them, fuck them until their eyeballs pop out, as the old saying goes?"

"So you reckon I shouldn't fuck him?"

"No, I'm not saying that. In fact I reckon you need to - you both need to experience it as it will help you two bond instead of being at each others throats all the time. All I'm saying is that you should do it properly, like two guys would who respect each other. And afterwards don't go strutting around bragging about it, don't start telling Mike that you've conquered him or any stuff like that. Simply enjoy the sex as any two healthy fit guys would, then move on."

I saw Jamie thinking, and I reckon I had convinced him. I quickened my pace to catch up with the others, then matched my pace to Mike's so we ended up walking together. "Are you OK about tonight now?"

Mike muttered "Yes" as if he was really pissed off.

"There's nothing to it, you know. A lot of guys would really enjoy someone like Jamie fucking them - he's got a great body, and a lot of experience... He and Darren have done it every which way, I reckon. Actually, I rather envy you - spending the night with a guy like that."

Mike was silent, and so I added "Anyway, the die is cast, as they say. You can't chicken out now..."

"It wouldn't be chickening out! I can decide it's not going to happen as..."

"Stop right there, Mike! It doesn't matter why you don't go through with it, whatever strange reasons you might have, however you try to rationalise it to yourself. Jamie and Darren and Luke will see it as chickening out: you agreed to it, and you won't go through with it.... Simple as that!"

We'd got back to the motel now so I couldn't continue to argue with Mike, but I reckon I'd struck home. Nevertheless as we all pulled out clothes off it was a pretty tense time. I was with Darren that night and I ordered Luke to stay out of things, and whispered to him very specifically that in no way was he to go anywhere near Mike and Jamie - indeed I pointed out the couch in the room and dragged one of the blankets off one of the beds and basically ordered him to sleep there.

Darren seemed to be a bundle of nerves as he lay next to me. It was my choice again and I thought it would be a good idea to play with him and fuck him to try to take his mind off what was going on in the other bed, but I soon realised that there was no way it was going to happen - even though I tried to twiddle his nips and stroke his dick, he just didn't go hard. Finally I pulled him close to me and said quietly "...and you don't want me to fuck you, either, do you, Darren?"

"Steve, I'm sorry... Look, it's not you, it's me. Anyone ought to want to sleep with a guy like you - and normally I would... But tonight I'm so worried...."

"About Jamie?"

"Yes. I reckon he's going to get hurt. It's as if we're lying here watching two cars about to smash into each other and we're unable to do anything about it. He and Mike they're... They're so.... So alike, I guess. They both think they're always right, they both think they know what they're doing, and once they've made up their minds to do something, they batter away at it even though it's stupid."

"And you and me, Darren? Are we alike, too? Always worrying about the other guy, always letting our heads rule our bodies?"

"You're right, Steve. I'm worried about Jamie, and I guess you're worried about Mike.... You really like him, don't you, in just the same way that I like Jamie?"

"Is the word you're shy of using 'love' rather than 'like'?"

Darren pulled me closer to him. Even guys like Darren, so 'modern' and so very close to Jamie can't somehow bring themselves to say 'love'. "Steve, I'm so worried. I don't want Jamie hurt when Mike turns rough. Jamie always thinks he can win every physical battle, but he can't, not against a guy like Mike...."

"I don't think you need to worry. Well, not as much as you are....." As I said this I began to doubt my own words as there were very evident sounds of really hard fucking coming from the other bed. We could hear flesh slapping against flesh, and occasionally a loud 'slap' as presumably Jamie hit Mike's ass to get some sort of additional thrill, or exert control, or whatever. And then Mike's muffled groans and cries. Darren and I clung there to each other, simply listening, hardly daring to breathe. Then Jamie shouted "Fuck me, I'm cumming...." And there was an even louder groan from Mike, and all went quiet.

"I don't think they've killed each other....", I whispered, trying to sound a bit jocular.

"Not yet, anyway." Darren sounded noticeably upbeat now. I lay there for a minute or so, then decided it was too good an opportunity to miss and began to stroke Darren's dick again, and now he responded. And soon I had a nice handful of creamy cum that I could start to lube him with.

Afterwards I went to wash my dick in the bathroom and as I went past the other bed I saw Jamie lying there, awake. I gestured to him to follow me, and we both stood there at one of the hand basins soaping our dicks and looking at our reflections in the mirror. We were doing that 'guy' thing, of course, comparing our dicks without being seen to do it. He really was a handsome guy, and I began to look forward to when the rotation of the wheel would let me fuck him, and then of course I wondered if he was thinking the same thing about me!

"What do you do when you've fucked Darren?", I asked in a whisper.

"Go to sleep!" Jamie sounded as if he wanted to add a 'stupid' to that.

"Yes, of course, all guys like to go to sleep after sex. But how do you do it?"

"I usually lie there on my back and Darren lies against me and puts his head on my shoulder - I think he likes the smell of my sweat in my pits...."

"And do you both like sleeping like that?"

"Of course. We're really close when we're lying like that..." Jamie looked uncomfortable and paid a lot of attention to his dick. "Close like best buddies, I mean, not just physically close."

"So how about you do the same thing with Mike? Lie close to him, across him, on him... We all need to be 'close' to someone, and I reckon it will be pretty lonely for you tonight without Darren... And perhaps it will be lonely for Mike too, but he's not brave enough to show it.... Not like you...."

Jamie smiled. "Yes. I reckon I'm pretty brave, taking on Mike...."

"Who dares, wins, as the old saying goes. But you're in charge, aren't you? You've fucked Mike, and now it's up to you to make him feel comfortable - that's what real men do, I reckon."

Jamie finished drying his dick and almost strode back to the bed. I saw him slide in beside Mike and then pull at Mike and wriggle his own body so that the two men were in contact all over. Then he put one hand on Mike's left pec as if he wanted to feel Mike's flesh, threw one leg over one of Mike's so that his dick was lying against Mike's thigh, and settled down to sleep. Even as I watched, barely daring to breathe, one of Mike's arms reached out and pulled Jamie even closer towards him.

Of course the next morning neither of the two men would admit to having displayed any sign of tenderness towards the other, and as we sat at a McD's chomping down our breakfast they avoided sitting next to each other and simply stared down at the table as Darren, Luke and me tried to keep up a stream of cheerful chatter.

End Of Part Forty One