THE SPOILS OF WAR by Pete Brown. petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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Part 12
It was somehow disgusting to have Lewis's cum all over my belly, more disgusting even, in some way, than having him actually fuck me. It trickled down me, heading towards my pubic hair. Lewis was still breathing hard, as you do when you've cum, as we all know. But he managed to say to me "Catch it, Spike - you need it to lube m."
It seemed disgusting - I mean, running your own fingers over your body to collect another guy's cum! I didn't want to do it, and just lay there, wondering what the fuck had actually gone on here - Lewis evidently liked having me jerk him off, and for me - well, I honestly don't know! I ought to have been disgusted, totally appalled at what I'd done - but somehow, having Lewis's dick in my hand, having him totally in my power and control, has been exciting and thrilling. But I didn't want to touch his cum now - that's a different thing altogether, isn't it? It was bad enough having it running down me, but to have to consciously collect it.... Well, no way!
"Spike, fucking well do as you're told!", Lewis said, now sounding a lot less relaxed that he had a moment ago. "You'll need it to lube me up - they don't allow artificial lubes here in the dorms, and if you're going to fuck me, you're going to have to use my cum, just as I used yours earlier."
"But I'm not going to fuck you, sarge. I don't do that..."
"Hey, Spike, you've got to get retrained! I started this morning, as that's the most difficult part, the first time you have to take another guy's dick is always the worst. But you've got to learn - the Colonel wants you to fight on the second channel - that's the adult channel, right - and the decision's been made, so the sooner you learn to go along with it, the better. But at the same time you need to learn how to fuck a guy as well as take it - let's hope you're going to win a lot, and then, if you do, you'll need to finish the contest properly - and on the second channel., that means fucking the loser."
"Sarge, I don't want to...."
"Spike, it's not your decision, is it? We're slaves, remember, and slaves do what their owners tell them. And the Colonel has bought you as a gladiator, he's decided you're already suitable for the second channel, and so you've got to learn about sex with guys. There's no decision, no choice - it's just the way of the world. And it can be done in two ways - you can be strapped down on to the horse again, as you were earlier, and then you can learn just by lying there how to take dick - there's enough guys here who've been looking at you since you came, an who'll gladly line up and give you the 'education' you need. Or, in a rather more relaxed way, you and I could lie here and 'experiment' - play with each other, enjoy the experience of two hard bodies together, and you could learn nice and easy - and we could both have some fn!"
"Sarge, you couldn't teach me to fuck by force. You can fuck me against my will, but there's no way you can force me to fuck another guy.... You couldn't teach me like that! "
"Sure we could, Spike. We'd strap hour hands behind your head, get some guys with nice asses lined up and bent over, then we'd stroke your dick to get you nice and hard, and lead you over to an ass, hold your dick it to position you at the hole, then a swift stripe of a cane across your naked butt, and you'd thrust forward, and bury yourself inside! And once you're in, you'd naturally pull yourself out again, but we'd use the cane to make you go back. It's surprising how quickly the body learns that the rhythm of fucking is vastly preferable to being hit constantly. I've taught a lot of guys like that - and now you'd laugh if anyone suggested that at one time they didn't know what to do, or didn't like doing it: the body quickly learns what it likes, you know."
I'd kind of pulled away from him as he'd been saying this, and he saw the look of surprise, or was it shock, on my face. Half smiling, he went on "Anyway, Spike, I don't think you'd like to go through all of that, would you? Wouldn't it be better just to lie here with me, and let me show you how much fun it can be? I think you're half way there, anyway - I've fucked a lot of guys for the Colonel like I did you this morning, and I've never had any of them react as you did... And all that moaning... Tell me, Spike, tell me honestly, now, was it as bad as you thought?"
"It hurt, sarge... I hated it...."
"Did you, Spike? Did you really? Or did you hate being tied down there, hate the humiliation of being used, as I had to use you...."
"Sarge, I can't... It isn't right!"
"You must, Spike. You've got no choice. Now, whilst we've got this time to ourselves... Come on, let me teach you how to fuck a guy.... Scrape up some of my cum off your belly, and let's get started."
I lay there, really wondering what to do. I didn't want to have to learn any of this, but what could I do? And, to tell you the absolute truth, I was just a bit excited by the feeling of Lewis's body against mine, the way his dick had felt when I stroked it and made it cum And now, as we lay so close together, the scent of him, the sweat, and yes, the cum, even, was doing something to me - Lewis's very presence was turning me on, making my dick start to erect.
Lewis had evidently seen this, too, as he now softened his tone, and, half smiling, said "Hey, it's not all bad news for you, I can see.... Maybe, Spike, your body's trying to tell you something that your brain won't admit? Come on, Spike... .get those fingers of yours covered in cum, and start to lube me up and loosen me a bit - you saw how it was done, earlier."
Almost in spite of myself, I felt my fingers wandering over my belly. Lewis's cum was still warm, and it was thick - I guess that's because he was a lot older than me: I've noticed since that the younger you are the more cum you produce, but it's generally rather on the 'thin' side. As an older guy he didn't fire off as much, but what there was of it was extremely rich and creamy and there wasn't as much of that thin fluid with it as there was with mine.
Tentatively and hesitantly I scooped the thick stuff onto my fingers, and as I pulled them away from my body, little "pseudopods" of the cum trailed between my belly and my fingers, finally breaking off as I moved my fingers further. Lewis rolled onto his belly, almost pushing me off the bed as he did so, and nestled his head in his arms. I saw his whole body there in front of me, beautifully muscled and tanned, and my dick gave another little twitch of excitement. He sounded almost lazy as he drawled "OK, Spike - now get stuck into my ass - feel for my hole, and start to lube it... One finger first."
It seemed so odd and strange to be actually touching Lewis's muscular butt. I rested the palm of my hand on it first, bridging over the crack between the cheeks, and feeling its masculine vitality beneath me.
Then very gently, as I was a bit scared, I suppose, I tried pushing a finger down between his cheeks - it was so warm down there, and so moist. It just felt so right to use my other hand to prise his cheeks apart a bit to give myself more room, and then I was able to scrape the tip of my finger along the bottom of his crack, where the muscles joined. Lewis was almost moaning with excitement, and when my finger actually touched his pucker, he positively squirmed with pleasure. It felt so odd - well, you know how it is: deep down there, amid all that moistness and smooth muscle, his pucker felt kind of withered, and dry, almost. I stopped there, resting, wondering if I really dared to go on. Lewis's body almost stretched luxuriously, and he whispered into his arms "Oh yes, Spike - go on, buddy.... Get in there..."
I pushed down experimentally with the tip of my finger, and felt that resistance to entry. Even though Lewis wanted me to do it, the muscles always do that, don't they? But a I pushed harder and harder, Lewis moaned in ecstasy, and so I was made bold by this, and pushed harder. It's incredible, isn't it, when you first penetrate past the pucker? All of a sudden it's a lot warmer, and totally smooth. I moved my finger in and out a little, marvelling at how easy it now was, especially with Lewis's cum to lubricate it, and was "rewarded" by Lewis almost going into a frenzy of tiny movements, as his body seemed almost to want to suck my finger in.
Well, you can imagine what went on next - I sank my finger as far as it would go so that my palm was flat against his butt, and kind of felt around in there - it was so odd, feeling the silky smoothness of Lewis's insides, and sensing him responding to my touch and the motion by groaning and grinding his body into the bed. Well, it seemed perfectly natural then to push a second finger in, and when I did that I seemed able to reach further - I'd read in books and stuff about being able to feel the prostate up there, and I knew that that's what doctors did when they examined you for your annual physical, so I kind of felt around for it, but since I didn't really know what I was looking for, I wasn't sure if I'd found it - and in the books, when you touch a guy's prostate, they always say that he gives a great shout of enjoyment, and it makes him cum! Well Lewis didn't do any more than he had been doing already, so I didn't know if it was all fiction, or whether I just hadn't found the right spot up there!
I remembered how Lewis had said he was "stretching" me, and so I tried this, pushing my fingers apart against the resistance of the muscle, and I was amazed at how it opened up to my touch. I'm sire that if I'd have been able to see, there would have been a huge gaping hole there up into his insides! Lewis didn't scream or anything though, as I'd done when he'd done this to me, so I supposed you got used to it, and after a time it was actually enjoyable. I didn't know how long I was supposed to go on like this, and from the way Lewis was reacting I guessed it could have been for a very long time as he was so evidently enjoying it. But he stretched his arms out, and I watched the honed muscles in his shoulders and back all flex as he did so, then he said calmly "OK, Spike, when you're ready.... Get that dick of yours in there now... I'm ready."
As he said this he pulled his knees up under him and pressed his shoulders down into the bed, so that his butt was trust up into the air. I pulled my fingers out of him, and he muttered "Come on now, Spike - kneel between my legs, and do your stuff!". I shuffled around do as he'd said, and was actually surprised to see that my dick was already erect - I just hadn't noticed it as I'd been concentrating on working Lewis's ass with my fingers. And not only erect, but ready for action, as there was a trail of drool, pre-cum, hanging down from my piss slit. I kind of crawled forward so that the end of my dick was touching Lewis's butt, and you know how it is - that initial moment when you first make contact with another guy's skin caused a little shock to go through me, and my dick jerked convulsively - rubbing the tip against Lewis, and causing me to moan with pleasure.
I knew that his superb musculature kept his cheeks firmly together, and it was almost with a savage determination that I used both hands to prise them apart, and now, with his butt raised in the air, I was able to see his sphincter for the first time, lying there puckered, normally hidden from view in the dark, deep valley of his butt. I felt my body quivering with anticipation and excitement as I tried to guide my dick to its destination just by moving my hips, but as we all realise, although that's fun, and as your dick head moves around in the valley, you get a lot of sensation, it doesn't really help. I was sweating with the sheer concentration of doing it "right" now, and somehow I just "knew" that the right thing to do was to keep his crack open with one hand, take a grip on my shaft with the other and guide it home properly.
Touching his pucker with my dick head was a wholly new excitement again, and almost instinctively I moved my hips forward to force an entry for it - and to my amazement I realised just how hard it is to actually get through the sphincter! I shuffled forward to try to get more "leverage", but all that did was to start to make my dick bend a bit, in spite of me thinking that I'd never had such a stiff wood! I gripped it with my fingers, pulled my hips back, then thrust forward, suddenly and almost savagely.
Lewis gave a little shout of surprise, and a hot wave of passion swept through me as all the nerves on the flange of my dick head were excited by the movement and the pressure as it made its entrance into Lewis. Well, you can guess what happened next, I'm sure! I just had to experiment, sliding myself all the way in until my pubic hair was hard against his butt, pulling out, then pushing back in again, trying small strokes, sometimes going faster, sometimes slower, and all the time seeing how that pleased me, and how it was making Lewis react as he lay there skewered on me: he seemed unable to control himself, crying and moaning as my dick went in and out, and the more he did this, the more I wanted to continue: I could feel myself begin to make longer strokes, so that my dick almost came out of his ass totally before plunging back in as far as it could go; I speeded up, so I was doing it in long, continuous fluid motions, and I did it harder, almost thrilling to that characteristic "slap, slap, slap" sound as my body slammed into his.
I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop. The world almost went away, as there was just me, my dick, and this piece of male flesh surrounding it that was now only there for my total satisfaction and enjoyment. I ceased to care about Lewis - cased, almost, even to be aware of him and the desperate noises he was making as my fucking continued. I could feel that wonderful strain in my butt as it bent in and out to drive my dick like an iron piston, and I'd have been happy for it all to go on for ever. But that wasn't going to happen, was it? The inevitable approached, and with mounting excitement, in a frenzy almost, I felt myself starting to shoot.
One last mighty thrust forward with all my power, as if I wanted to bury myself so deep that I need never surface again, my back arched, my head was thrown back, and I gave a great primeval scream, that cry of triumph that us men have been making since the dawn of time as they empty their seed into another man who is totally helpless and powerless under them.
Reality snapped back to me then, and I realised what I'd done. I'd fucked Lewis, fucked him hard, and unmercilessly. And I'd enjoyed it! I could feel my heart racing, my chest heaving as my lungs sucked in air, and that wonderful chill that sweeps over you as your sweat-soaked body evaporates your sweat and cools you. It just felt so right then to stay inside Lewis, to tug at his massive thighs gently to kind of spread him out flat, lowering his butt, then to bend my body forwards over his so that my chest and belly was lying all along his own, sweaty, hot back. My head was close to his, and all I could say was "Wow...."
"So you liked that, didn't you, Spike? That turned you on, didn't it? A guy who said he didn't like fucking would never have gone at it like that - have you been holding out on me? You're used to doing this, aren't you? That wasn't your first time?"
"No, sarge. I've never done it before... Never wanted to do it before.. I used to think it was... well, disgusting...."
"So what do you think now, Spike?" There was almost a laugh in his voice as he muttered this into the bed.
"Sarge, well, it was amazing... I never knew... "
"I told you that something that to men did together that was a whole lot of fun couldn't be disgusting, didn't I? Now do you believe me?"
I didn't answer, but we just lay there together. I'd never felt so close to another guy before. I'd never realised just how great sex could be - doing it with another guy ,a guy who was strong and virile, as I was, was so totally different from fucking a woman, and not just different - no, it was infinitely better!
As this realisation came to me, I was almost stunned into silence. My brain started to replay the whole experience - feeling again the texture Lewis's dick as I jerked him off, remembering how I'd felt his cum splash out on to my belly, revelling in how he'd been writhing under me as my fingers plunged in and out of him, and finally that utterly fantastic, totally incredible feeling as I drove my dick in and out of him, utterly vanquishing and subduing him, making him powerless as he lay under me. And now this strange "companionship", this closeness, one man to another, that fucking seemed to have brought about. I wanted to laugh out loud, I was so happy.
We lay there for a few minutes, then Lewis said "OK, Spike - play time's over, at least for the time being!
Pull out of me - but gently, now... And be careful, I don't want shit all over the sheets, as I've got to use them all week! "
Well, that kind of "sordid" aspect of the whole thing really brought me down to earth with a bump, I can tell you. But I did as he said, inching my dick out of him, and just as he had when he'd come out from me earlier, my dick was now covered in shit, and the smell rushed up to my nose. Lewis casually reached down between his legs to almost hold his ass hole, then, arms around each others shoulders, we walked across the hall and showered again.
After the morning session I'd just stood there and hadn't wanted anything to happen to me - I'd wanted the world to go away, Lewis to go away, and just to stand there in the cleansing water as if I could wash the experience away. But now I was so happy, that I stated to do something I'd really not done before - soaping my hands and starting to rub them all over Lewis - and he of course did the same thing to me, and there we were , two big, mature men, playing in the shower, experiencing each others bodies all over, laughing and joking, and being truly "together" in a way that I'd really never been with another man before.
Lewis didn't let me off the rest of the day, though - I had to go and do an assault course all afternoon, as that's really good, all-round work that gets you totally fit. And he made no mention of it that night either - I was kind of worried, expecting to get asked into his bed or something and have all the other guys see, but he just ignored me, and I lay there in my bunk, jerking off as usual (although now my thoughts were on Lewis, and the way his hard, strong body had felt as I fucked him).
As I was now an "experienced" gladiator I was soon lined up for my first fight after graduating from being a novice. I hadn't really thought all that much about it - the other experienced guys didn't seem to think it was all that different from the novice bouts I'd already been in. But that first time, when I was taken to the preparation area before my fight, I began to understand that there were many differences.
Firstly, I'd been told that I was to make my first "public" debut - instead of just fighting in a small arena with only other gladiators watching, this was to be before a crowd. I was one of the "warm up" matches scheduled before the night's big event, when one of our guys was to fight a guy from another gladiator school, and a thousand or more people were expected to be packed in to the benches surrounding the main arena. As I sat in the preparation area, I could hear the cheering and stamping coming from above, as a comic "warmed them up" before the big show. And then there was the preparation itself - I was to fight a guy from one of the other rooms, and wen we stripped off our singlets and shorts, the first thing we had to do was "oil up" - we were told to cover ourselves in a light body oil, and massage it well into our skin as it would make us glow and shine better under the arena lighting (it was rather like baby oil - not designed to be slippery after it was applied, as they didn't want us to be unable to get a hard firm on each other). Well, you can do your own arms and legs and front, can't you - but there's no way you can oil up your own back. And I found that it was the custom amongst us gladiators to help each other - so he turned his back to me, and I massaged the oil into his strong shoulders, then ran my hands down his firm back and even over his butt - well, it does give you an opportunity to gauge the strength of your opponent, I suppose. Nothing had prepared me for our "costume", though! I suppose I ought to have known from talking to the other guys, but somehow it had just never come up: instead of the brief but concealing boxer trunks, they handed us these tiny white silk triangles with strings on - G-strings, I suppose you'd call them!
My opponent must have been used to it, as he tied the strings around his waist, pulled the third one down between his legs and up through his ass crack, then asked me to tie it to the waist strings at the back. I did as he had done, and although my dick and balls now felt relatively secure, I didn't like the idea of having a naked butt! And, indeed, somehow the tiny white pouch, through which you could almost see the outline of my dick anyway, make me feel really embarrassed - it's one thing to stand there with another guy, unashamedly naked, as he is; but quite another to be dressed as if it was designed to "display" me, and have the covering rather as some sort of erotic titillation.
There was no time to worry about it, though, as Lewis came in and told us we were on: that climb up the stairs to the entrance to the arena was one of the longest I think I've ever done - the bare butt of my opponent was in front of me with just the white string emerging from it, and I knew that Lewis must be looking at my butt in the same way, as he followed us.
Then, as we emerged onto the floor of the arena, there was this huge shouting and roaring and a big wave of applause as we marched to the centre of the ring: I just knew that every pair of eyes in the place, men, women and kids, were looking at my body, especially my naked butt.
There's no referee or anything at a gladiator match, as those of you who follow them will of course know. The promoter comes on and tells you the basics again - no permanent damage, no eye gouging, and that if you do, the guards will break it up and you'll be punished. Then he walks away, and you start fighting. Actually, there's no difference really from a novice fight, I suppose: the moment you start you just forget all the embarrassment of your near-nudity and just get stuck in. I remember beginning to grapple with him ,and then my normal "fighting rage" took over - almost before I knew it, that familiar mist had come over my eyes and I was pounding away at him, no longer caring for what was going on around us: the sounds of the crowd dimmed, as I became wrapped up in that tiny, isolated pool of consciousness as my whole being focussed down to concentrate solely on beating the other guy.
And when it was over, and the promoter came into the ring and raised my arm to signify my victory, I just didn't care: the sweat that covered me was now making the tiny silk pouch semitransparent, and I realised that I was half erect with the sheer excitement of victory, so that it was tented away from my body. I could taste his blood where it was smeared over my face, and I licked at the salty freshness almost with relish.
Afterwards, in the shower, I was still almost erect, and it was as if my dick was telling me that what a man needed to do when he's utterly vanquished an opponent is to fuck! But when I looked at my opponent standing there, even more battered and bruised that I was, I felt a twinge of pity for him - but something inside me, some primeval force, made me want to throw him to the floor of the shower and simply fuck him: I'd vanquished him in a fair fight, and now I deserved the spoils of that war (rather , I suppose, as the south believed it could fuck over us "losers" from the north!). But something still held me back - some shred of civilisation still restrained me, and instead of fucking him, which was what one part of me needed to do, I helped him soap his back and wash my blood off him. It was different when I was back in our bunk room, though - when I tore off my singlet and shorts, my dick sprang up into the air, and in spite of being battered and sore, I desperately needed some relief. There was a lot of ribald laughter from my buddies about my state, but Lewis told them to shut up - it was apparently not at all unusual to have these erections after winning a fight, and nothing to be ashamed of.
I would have willingly have gone to bed with Lewis now, but he had never made any further mention of our little escapade, and I was expecting to have to wait until "lights out" before I could jerk myself off. But as I was about to climb up to my top bunk, a hand grabbed at my ankle. I lowered myself to the floor again, and the guy in the lower bunk, Stu, I seem to remember he was called, whispered "You can get in here, Spike..."
Stu was one of the light-weight gladiators, and I hadn't had all that much to do with him before. Well., I mean, every night he had to lie underneath my bunk and see and hear me beating off, didn't he? I suppose it's natural not to have too much to do with each other in those circumstances, as you both kind of want to ignore it. So when he made this offer, I almost froze with amazement.
"Come on, Spike", he urged. "I can see you need sex. I know I do when I've won.... And I know you always jerk off.... But this would be more fun...."
I was astonished. But I didn't start to climb into my own bunk again. Instead, something made me stand there, looking down at his trim body. As I watched, he pulled the sheet off him, to expose his erect dick, which he began to stroke suggestively. My eyes were riveted on it, and it seemed to have an almost hypnotic effect on me. I couldn't help but remember the feeling of Lewis's dick, and as I did, my own dick rose higher and harder, and began to almost throb with excitement.
Keeping his eyes locked on mine, Stu reached up and took hold of my dick and gently stroked it, then curled his fingers tight around the shaft and ended my indecision, by using it as a handle to pull me down next to him on his bunk. Before I could say anything, his lips locked onto mine and his tongue forced its way into my mouth, and his other arm went around my body and he began to tweak my nipples. It was so utterly erotic, to be taken and almost used by this man, and as he continued to kiss me and stroke me, I could feel my excitement mounting and the tension in me risking meteorically. I'd been worried, I suppose, that all our room mates would see and hear what was going on, but now I just didn't care: I just wanted, no, needed, to feel his body against mine, to have him stroke and cares my dick to send waves of sensation through me; and I realised, I wanted to do the same to him: my hand groped for his dick, and within seconds we were jerking each other off as if we were the only two guys in the whole place.
Afterwards, as we lay there, bodies locked together, feeling our cum sliding over each other, I found myself smiling. I don't know about what, really - I mean, I hadn't got a lot to laugh about, had I? Here I was a slave, not free, being made to beat other guys up for the amusement of the crowd. But on the other hand I'd just had casual sex with another guy, a guy who had jerked me off as I'd jerked him off, and I'd found it truly exhilarating - so much better than just lying there and making myself cum.
I could have lain there all night, just smiling, but Stu kind of pushed at me, and whispered "OK, big boy, up to that bunk of yours.... At least I'll be able to sleep now, without hearing you fumbling away up there!"
I didn't want to move, I'd have liked to just lie there and experience his body all night, I think, but he went on "Come on, you big lump! Get out of here - we can't sleep like this as the bunks too small, and we both need to sleep properly as we've got a lot of exercising to do tomorrow...."
Very reluctantly I clambered out and up into my own bunk, but then I found it quite hard to sleep - I just lay there thinking that once again I'd had sex with another guy: well, not proper sex, I suppose, with real fucking; but I'd willingly gone with another guy and we'd cum together, all over each other. I rubbed my hand down over my belly, and could feel Stu's cum still there, all sticky: or was it mine? And, as I drifted into sleep, I guess I realised it didn't matter.
The next morning I didn't snap awake as I usually do, and Lewis had to pull the sheet off me and slap my butt to get me moving. There was some joshing and joking in the showers as the other guys asked me if it was my cum or Stu's that had dried all over me, and somehow this easy air of camaraderie about it removed any vestiges of shame or guilt that I might have been feeling: these big strong guys didn't think any less of me just because I'd had sex with another man. After we'd breakfasted and Lewis was handing out the work assignments, I expected to have a "day off" as you usually did after a big fight. But instead, he told me to go off to an exercise room that I'd never been to before, as I was to receive some special training.
The exercise room was, from the outside, just like all the others - a featureless door opening off the wide corridor over in the exercise block. I knocked and went in - the instructors were slaves like me, and there was no need to wait as you had to when visiting the Colonel. As I went in, it looked pretty standard, too - the usual padded walls and floor, and not much else. But what did surprise me was the instructor - he wasn't a slave! Well, he didn't look like one, anyway: I was used to seeing the other slaves around just wearing the singlet and shorts of Gleeson's Gladiators, as I did, and the only difference between us was that as an active fighter I was "snouted", whereas they had a standard slave's collar around their necks. But this guy was different - he didn't seem to have a collar at all - and he was "dressed" - slacks, shirt, coat, shoes, even. What the fuck was going on?
End Of Part 12