THE SPOILS OF WAR by Pete Brown. petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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Part 11
I was expecting to feel the sting of the cane on my ass at any moment. I had no idea what it was going t o be like, as of course no one had ever done anything like that to me before. But I suspected that it was going to hurt - really hurt - and I braced myself for it. No way was I going to cry out and show that fucker that he had actually hurt me! It was utterly vile, I thought. One man didn't have the right to do this to another - caning him across his bare ass. I mean, our courts had outlawed that sort of thing early in the twentieth century, and now this bastard was going to do it to me, and there wasn't a blind thing I could do about it.
Was it going to be the Colonel himself who was going to cane me, or was it going to be Lewis? At least if it was him, I thought he might try to "pull the punch" a little. So when I heard the Colonel say, in that deep commanding voice of his, "Lewis, you'd better start...", I felt a bit more hopeful.
I couldn't move my head as my snout ring was holding me down, but I could feel Lewis's presence behind me - he brushed against my naked legs with his shorts, and then, to my astonishment, I felt him groping between my legs, trying to get at my dick! I moved my feet together, and pressed my thighs closed so that he couldn't get in.
"Open your legs, Spike", Lewis snapped, and when I continued just to stand there, there was a hash slap on my butt. This wasn't what I was expecting - it hurt, sure, but it wasn't the kind of stinging pain that I was expecting from a thin, springy cane.
"Spike, open your legs - I need to get at your dick", Lewis murmured, as if he was hoping that the Colonel wouldn't hear him. "I don't want to have to use the cane - come on, man, trust me..."
What the hell did he mean, about not wanting to have to use the cane? But I guess I did kind of trust him, after all he'd been OK up until now. I shuffled my feet apart, and felt Lewis's hand move between my thighs. There was a tingle of excitement as I felt his hand scrape over my balls, and then he took hold of my dick, and started to stroke it! What the fuck was going on? He carried on stroking me, and in spite of the shame and the humiliation I was feeling at being held down like this and having a guy stroking my dick, I couldn't help but start to spring a boner. "Come on, Spike, that's a good boy....", Lewis whispered, and he started to do things with my flange and my piss slit, sliding a finger nail over them, that almost drove me wild with excitement. No one had ever done anything like this to me before, and at one level I was horrified, and at another, I found it somehow very exciting indeed.
My erection was now rock hard, and Lewis was jerking me off, I realised. Well, if this was the "punishment" the Colonel was meeting out, I guess I could survive it, I thought. I couldn't help moving my hips, though, and almost raising myself off the horse, up and down, in synchronisation with Lewis's work on my dick. "Yes, Spike, you like this, don't you...", Lewis was crooning, softly, almost, so that perhaps I could only hear. And at one level, the answer had to be "yes".
It was bizarre. No one had ever jerked me off before.
If anyone had even gone so far as to suggest it, I'd probably have attacked them. And yet there was something so different, so strange, about having another man jerking me off that I felt I was going almost wild with it - my dick was flooding my brain with sensations, and part of the thrill was that it wasn't under my control: I mean, when you're jerking yourself off, you know how you like it, don't you? You do the kind of strokes, varying the speed and the pressure, that you like. But Lewis was just doing it without any of that feedback - his hand was grasping my dick really hard, and he was stroking up and down absolutely without regard to whether it was fun for me, or even whether it was verging on hurting me. Somehow it was all completely erotic - especially as I was totally helpless, totally powerless to stop him.
The tension and the pressure was building up in me, and I knew I was going to cum. Almost in spite of myself I moaned "Yes, yes, yes...", and felt my dick go into that wonderful jerking spasm as my cum shot down it and out. And then I started to shout "No, No, No!", as Lewis continued to stroke me: I've got one of those incredibly sensitive dicks that just wants to be left alone when it's shot, and now Lewis was continuing to go at me, and that strange mixture of intense, gut-wrenching pleasure, and intense, gut-wrenching pain was flooding through me!
"Excellent!", I heard the colonel say, presumably to Lewis. "He's really charged sexually - look at the way he was enjoying you using his dick.... And a sexually-charged guy makes a much better fighter!"
"No, I wasn't", I shouted. "I hated it. I don't want men making me cum..."
"Oh, Spike... You're lucky I'm in an indulgent mood this morning. An outburst like that from a slave normally warrants a caning at the very minimum. But I'll tolerate it, as it was your first time. And you're wrong, you know - believe me, as someone who knows, you did enjoy it - you liked having Lewis stroke your dick, or, even if you won't admit it to yourself, you actually found it exciting." Changing his tone, he went on "OK, Lewis - get on with it. I haven't got all day...."
I felt Lewis's hand in the small of my back, as if he was trying to control me, and heard him almost whisper "OK, Spike, hold in there now... This isn't going to hurt...."
He was doing something to my butt, and then I felt something warm, something firm, pressing at my ass hole. Instinctively, I clenched my sphincter muscles, and tried to close my legs to prevent entry - but Lewis's legs were between mine, and he half-kicked at my ankles to keep them apart. "Come on, Spike", he muttered, "It's only a finger... Let me in, Spike.... Pretend I'm the base doctor, giving you your annual physical.... You've had a finger up your ass before... Let me in.... It's for your own good...."
I hated it, but somehow I trusted Lewis. And, anyway, there's no way you can stop a guy's finger going up you, if he's really determined, is there? I felt it slide into me, and unlike the base doctor, this seemed somehow easy. It slid in and out a bit, and it actually felt OK, almost pleasurable, even, and I sort of settled down onto the horse, letting my muscles relax.
"That's right, Spike. Just relax, now...."
I winced slightly, as a second finger joined the first, and then relaxed again as Lewis continued to probe and push, slip and slide, gently and carefully, up my ass. But then the pain began - well, not pain, exactly, but a sensation like I'd never known before. Rather like when you've been a bit constipated, and when you do finally go, there's a huge, thick turd trying to force its way out. I groaned, as that seemed the right thing to do - it wasn't crying out kind of pain, but it was uncomfortable.
"Easy, Spike", Lewis went on, kind of stroking the small of my back, as if to both encourage me and show his control. "Almost done.... I've just been stretching you a bit... Try to relax, Spike... Pretend you're trying to shit.... Don't fight it, go with it... It's for your own good, to get you properly relaxed and stretched and well lubed...."
What the hell was he talking about? And then I realised, with horror, why all this was being done: I was going to be fucked! The moment this realisation struck me, I panicked. I started to buck and squirm, as much as I could with my shoulders firmly lashed down to the horse. I tried to kick out, but Lewis's strong legs were there to prevent it. And I started to shout "No, bastards... You can't do that to me... Leave me alone....". I could feel my heart racing, and sweat was pouring off me.
"Right, Lewis", the Colonel said calmly, totally ignoring my protests. "Enough of this. Get in there, and get it over with... I haven't got all morning."
Lewis withdrew his fingers, and snapped smartly "Sir, yes, sir!".
I felt a kind of rustling sensation against my calves, and realised that it must be Lewis's shorts falling to the floor, as his legs were still positioned between mine, to stop me closing them. I could feel the heat of his legs against mine, and now he pressed closer. His hand s were on my butt, and it was as if he was prising the huge muscles there apart. He leaned forward, and I could feel his body pressed against mine now, and his breath on my bare back. Then that incredible "something", something warm and hard, pressing at my asshole, sliding around, trying to locate it properly in my ass crack - and as it did so, waves of sensation went through me, and I heard myself almost whimpering "No... No... No" - but did I mean it? I'd never felt anything like this before, never had these incredible feelings running through me.
Lewis's calm quiet voice came to me, "OK, Spike, relax.... Now don't fight it.... Push out as if you're going to crap again.... One big push...."
I didn't do anything, actually, but could feel his dick thrusting at me, stabbing, almost, as it fought for entry. Then Lewis gave a big grunt, the pressure on me eased for a moment, then he thrust forward and his dick rammed itself in to me. I shouted out, partly in surprise, partly in pain, and partly with pleasure.
"OK, Spike.... Now, just take it easy, and enjoy it...", Lewis muttered again, and slowly, very slowly, so that I felt as if I could feel every millimetre of him, he started to push his dick into me. It seemed to go on for ever, and I was now sweating profusely, writhing around as he pressed on, and making incoherent noises as my brain was so totally overloaded with what was happening to me. At one level it hurt, with a hurt like I had never known before; and at another level, it was so new, so surprising, so totally erotic that I wanted to give myself over to it totally. Finally, it all stopped, and I was just conscious of something warm and hard and soft and totally "filling" in my. Lewis's legs were hard up against mine, and felt hot. Something scratchy, almost, was at my butt, and I knew it must be his wiry pubic hair. He had his dick totally buried in me, as far as it would go!
Just as I was getting used to the sensation of having a man inside me, buried deep in my, holding me down so that I was even more powerless than I had been before, Lewis began to move, and new waves of feeling went through me as he slowly almost withdrew his dick - and then slowly, gently, inserted it again. I couldn't help it - I gave a moan, a sound, a feeling, that came from deep in side me. Lewis responded by almost sighing, and whispering "Easy, Spike, that's it...."
He carried on like this for two or three of the most exquisitely exciting interludes I had ever known in in my life, until the Colonel's voice broke into my reverie. "OK, Lewis. I haven't got all day, whilst you take it gently! Ride him hard now, very hard."
At once Lewis changed his technique, and the fulcrum about which my sensations of pain and pleasure were rotating changed too: Lewis started to pull out quickly, then slam back in to me so that there was a "slap" as his body collided with mine, and I fancied I could almost feel his balls crashing into me. At the same time I began to cry out, as this hurt: it was still somehow exquisitely enjoyable, but now every thrust sent a wave of hurtful pain from the delicate membranes of my ass hurtling toward my brain. My cries began as loud grunts each time his body slammed into mine, then turned into almost incoherent cries of "Ah, Ah, Ah ..." with each stroke. I could hear Lewis shouting in time to this, too, going "Yes, Yes, Yes....." until there was a great shout of "Fuck!" And time seemed to stand still for an instant - it was as if Lewis had pulled out and plunged back in for one last final great thrust, and now remained there, deep inside me. He fell forwards onto my back, and I could feel his hot sweaty body lying there on top of me - his heart was racing, and his lungs gasping to take in the air. Somehow, in spite of the humiliation and the pain, it felt right - this was what men did together; this joining of two strong, virile male bodies was how it was meant to be.
I'd have stayed like that for a long time, but the Colonel snapped again "OK, Lewis. The fun's over. Well done - pull out and take Spike to get cleaned up:
I've got other things to do today, not just watch you fucking, pleasurable though that is!"
I felt for one last time the wonderful sensation of Lewis sliding out of me, and then lay there, now feeling a little chill as my own sweat evaporated and Lewis's body was no longer covering mine. I could feel something warm and wet trickling down the inside of my thighs, and realised that it must be Lewis's cum leaking out of my hole, and this started to make me blush with shame.
Lewis came to undo the strap holding me down, and a dreadful smell assailed me - as he moved, I saw his rapidly detumescing dick was covered in my shit and slimed with his cum. He undid my snout ring from the clip holding it to the horse, and muttered "OK, Spike, on your feet...."
As I turned over and sat up, I realised that it wasn't just cum inside my thighs - there was a dark brown stain slowly making its way down my legs, as more of my shit mixed with his cum and my sweat leaked away. The vile smell came to me again, and this time from my own body. I stood there, almost paralysed, wondering what to do.
"OK, men, out of here!", the Colonel snapped, and Lewis scrambled to pull on his singlet and shorts, thrusting mine at me, his whole posture urging me to do the same. I stood there almost numb, and I was almost in a daze as I pulled the skimpy garments over me. Lewis put his hand on my back, almost at my neck, and ushered me out of the office, and it was only when we were in the corridor that I felt the shorts chafing at me, and knew that the slime leaking out of my ass had soaked them and that anyone looking at us must see the dark stain spreading on the grey cotton.
I could barely jog, it was so uncomfortable and I was so ashamed, but I just followed Lewis as we made our way back across the campus to the barrack block. Inside, Lewis guided me into the showers, and we stripped off, and went together under the blissfully cleansing water. I stood there, soaping myself, scrubbing away at my ass, as if in some way this continuing ritualistic action would somehow make me clean again, would make me whole once more. The euphoria I'd felt for a few moments as Lewis had fucked me had totally gone away, to be replaced by a sick dread as I realised I'd been raped, and a great feeling of shame as I remembered how I had enjoyed it.
Lewis finished showering, and stood there for a couple of minutes, just looking at me.
"Come on, Spike.... Towel off now."
"Fuck you....", I managed to stutter.
"Hey, Spike, cut that out! I' m in charge of you, remember?"
"And you fucked me...."
"Hey, let's have some proper respect here, Spike."
"Fuck you! You shouldn't have done that....."
"Spike, cut that out! It's not as if there's any harm done...."
"You've fucked me, and you dare to say there's no harm done...." I advanced on Lewis, the water spraying off my naked body, and he backed away.
"Spike, there's no harm done! All I did was fuck you, after all. You're still in one piece, you're not damaged, you've got ten fingers and ten toes, two arms, two legs, two eyes still. So stop being a wimp and quit whining! Sure, I fucked you. But where's the harm in that? And what did you expect me to do, when the Colonel ordered me to?"
"You could have refused. And you didn't just fuck me, you raped me - I didn't want it...."
"And what good would that have done? If I'd disobeyed the Colonel, all that would have happened is that I'd have got whipped, and he'd have got someone else in to fuck you. You've forgotten, Spike, that he owns you, and if he wants you to be fucked, then you will be. And, as I said, there's no harm done, is there... Your ass is probably very sore now, as it's the first time.
But that will wear off, and there's no harm done...."
"Stop saying that! You raped me. Of course there's harm done."
"What kind?"
"I'm not a man any more. I've taken dick. Men don't do that!"
"Oh grow up, Spike! Where have you been all your life? Of course men take dick. They take it all the time. Most guys really enjoy it, once they've got over their stupid prejudices."
"Well I'm not going to do it again...."
"Spike, you are! Every time the Colonel orders it. And, as I said, you'll get used to it. You'll get to like it. And you don't have any choice. And you'd better get used to it, too - it's going to happen to you when you fight...."
"What do you mean?"
"You're a gladiator now, right, no longer a novice? And they've put you on the second channel immediately.
Well, on the second channel, all the fights are 'adult' ones: you 'fight to the fuck' - the bout isn't over until one of you fucks the other. So unless you're going to win every fight, you're going to get fucked in the arena. And, of course, you're going to have to learn to fuck the losers."
"No! I don't go with guys..."
"You mean you used not to. Now you have to do whatever you're ordered - you're a slave, remember? A slave here at Gleeson's Gladiators."
"No!....."
"Spike, let me give you some advice. You're a young guy, and providing you don't do anything stupid, you'll have a good life, even as a slave. But the Colonel doesn't tolerate any nonsense or any insubordination - he's like the worst, most demanding officer you ever had command you in the Corps, except that he can order punishments that the Corps never dreamed of. A whipping that flays the hide off your back is far, far worse then being sent to the brig. You'll never recover from it. So just think, rather than reacting in such a stupid way."
"But sarge, I can't take dick, I can't fuck a guy... I don't like it."
"Have you ever fucked ass, Spike?"
"No!"
"So how can you say you don't like it?"
"Because it's unnatural, sarge...."
"Don't be so fucking stupid, Spike! How can anything that two men do together be 'unnatural'?
"Sarge, sticking my dick up another guy's ass...."
"What's unnatural about that? Lots of guys do it all the time. I bet you sometimes gave it to those girl friends of yours up the ass.... So what's different about a guy's ass from a woman's?"
"No I didn't! And I'm not going to.... It's not right...."
"Spike, I told you to cool it, to stop and think! Apart from the risk of punishment, think about your ass for a moment... And think about my dick. Now my dick just went up your ass, right? And, OK, it hurt the first time. But you did enjoy some of it, didn't you? I could tell by the way that your body was reacting... And all that moaning you were doing.... You enjoyed the thrill as I slid in and out, didn't you?"
I started to blush a bit, as I knew he was right, but didn't want to admit it - not to him, and not to myself, either. I just stood there. So Lewis went on "Think about it, Steve.... The size of a guy's dick, the size of an ass, the way the ass stretches to accommodate it... It's designed for it, isn't it? And when it is stretched nice and tight, you get that great feeling as the dick slides in and out... You know that's right, don't you? And, believe me, it feels just as good for the dick, too. So if it all works mechanically, just as if it was designed to do so, and if it's a lot of fun for both guys, how can it be wrong?"
As he said this, I thought back to those nights when I'd slid my dick between young Dylan's thighs. It had felt good to have it like that, and I'd forgotten that Dylan was a guy, almost. But there was no way I could fuck a gladiator, another big, strong guy like me.
Lewis looked at me, then said "Look, Spike, I have to look out for you, right? That's what I do, I'm in charge of our little group. I can see you're upset, but you've got to get over it, got to move on. And you're going to have to learn to put these stupid prejudices to one side, and learn to be easy about your body. Come on....."
He turned and strode out of the shower, and I went to pick up a fresh singlet and shorts.
"Don't worry about that, Spike - come on, back to the bunk room...."
Well, it wasn't unusual to walk around the place naked, to and from the showers, as we were all guys together after all. So I followed him, back across the hallway into our room.
"All the other guys are at 'work' now, Spike, and we're alone. They won't miss us if we don't go out yet to join the exercises, so let's work on your stupid prejudices."
"No, sarge, I'm not going to be fucked again.... I'm not tied down now, helpless, so you could rape me...."
"And I'm not going to, Spike. You've got a sore ass, I know - it's always like that the first time, even though the Colonel is really good about getting virgin guys properly lubed and stretched - some owners would just have you fucked dry, as they'd like to hear the screaming and shouting. But the Colonel's a considerate owner.... No, I'm not going to fuck you again. But I think we ought to explore this whole body thing together, and see why you're so scared of perfectly normal man on man stuff..."
I went to protest, but he took me by the arm, kind of in control as usual, and pushed me down onto his bed.
I lay there as he stripped off his singlet and shorts, then stroked his dick, to make it hard. I'd seen him like this before, of course, as when we all got out of our bunks in the morning most of us were sporting our morning woods - but I'd never seen Lewis deliberately stroke his dick before to make himself go erect. Somehow that act seemed to be very erotic, very special - I mean, sometimes you've got to be naked and sporting a wood in front of other guys, but to make it happen deliberately.... Well, that's a whole new ball game.
Lewis lowered himself to lie half beside me, half on top of me - it was difficult to be anything less than intimately close in the narrow bed. Other than Dylan, I'd never been naked this close to another guy before, and Lewis was totally different, as his body, like mine, was hard and muscled. He reached out and took my hand, and placed it on his dick, now hard and almost stabbing at my belly. At first I tried to shy away from this, but the firm but insistent pressure of his hand on mine gave me no choice. I'd never felt another guy's dick before, and as I touched Lewis some sort of strange thrill went through my fingers - I mean, you're used to feeling your own dick, aren't you? But another guy's is somehow very different - you can feel the blood pulsing through it as it strains skywards; it's warm, and slightly moist; and in spite of being rock hard, somehow there's that lovely soft silk-like covering. I just couldn't help starting to stroke it, and as I did so I felt Lewis getting more and more turned on - well, I guess you do, when your dick's being stimulated, don't you.
Look, I didn't really think I ought to be jerking Lewis off, but he didn't seem to mind, and somehow the thrill and the excitement of having his hard body pressed into mine, and the way his dick was starting to twitch as I moved it, just made me go on. And, of course, the inevitable happened - Lewis started to moan softly as I worked at him, and then I felt that quivering starting in his dick, that quivering that soon turned into those little shocks, and my belly tingled as Lewis's cum shot out and hit me.
End Of Part Eleven