Spoils of War

THE SPOILS OF WAR by Pete Brown. petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part 15

I'd kind of assumed that James was a 'gentleman' in both senses of the word - he cared for other guys and was concerned for them; and, as he'd shown when he taught me to suck dick, he could be gentle and not violent or harsh. I mean, you do hear of the "British gentleman" as being something of a stereotype, don't you?

But when James fucked me that day, he wasn't like that at all. I'd knelt down and put my shoulders onto the floor as I assumed that was how you got into position for fucking, but he pushed at me, and said "No, Spike - on your back, there's a good chap. I want to be able to see the look in your eyes as I take you."

I was surprised - I mean, that's the way you fuck a woman, isn't it? But, well, a guy's built differently, isn't he? But as I lay there and James came and knelt between my legs, the learning began. James ordered me to grab my ankles and pull my feet up and back towards my head - I'm very well exercised and subtle, so that wasn't a huge problem. He rested his hand on my balls, totally exposed by this, and I felt a thrill of excitement - I mean, your balls are so sensitive, aren't they and having the palm of another guy's hand pushing them against your body is at once worrying, and exciting?

"Right, Spike. I usually start slowly, and do all the right things - lubing you, stretching you, entering you gently, then short, light strokes to begin with, working up to proper 'manly' long, hard ones just before I climax. But you hurt me today, and I think you need to know what it's like to really take it hard. So I'm going to give it to you strong and hard, with no preparation: any moment now, I'm going to start, and I'm not going to stop until I cum. And that's the reason why I've had you on your back, too, Spike: when you fuck a guy doggy-style, his buttocks - especially if they're big and muscular, like yours - limit the depth you can get in. But like this, with your legs wide apart and pulled back, I can get much more of my cock into you. And with more going in, I can pull out further, and slam in again harder...."

I went to say something, but felt his hand simultaneously push at my balls, so I shut up.

"Keep your trap shut, Spike! It's not polite to interrupt. Now, as I was saying, not only can I fuck you longer and harder, but you'll feel it more - that very sensitive area between your balls and your asshole is exposed, and as I lean forward whilst I'm fucking you, I'll hit it with my body, and there'll be an incredible dull ache start to spread through you.... You won't be able to help yourself, Spike - you'll start to yell and scream, and beg for me to stop. But I won't, Spike, as you need to know what it could be like if you lose, and lose so badly that your opponent can take you like this."

"Of course, you might trey to make me stop - I had one young man like you let go of his ankles and then try to crush my ribs with his legs: you've got beautiful, powerful thighs, and if you were to try something like that, it would really hurt me. So a further advantage of this way is that I'm gong to keep my hand on your balls.... Can you feel it there, Spike? Can you feel my hand resting on that essence of your manhood?"

"Yes...."

"Right! Well, if you so much as dare even loosen your grip on your ankles, I'll crush your balls. Crush them to a slime. That will really give you something to scream about, and I guarantee that you won't be able to hurt me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, but...."

I was only going to reassure him that I could take it - a marine is used to ignoring pain in his body, and since becoming a slave gladiator I'd anyway been beaten and pounded so much that I didn't think that there was anything he could do to my ass that would affect me. Then he struck - and my words were cut off, as I opened my mouth and screamed.

I'd been raped before. Lewis had done it as the Colonel watched, to kind of "break me in" to my new life. But then had been milked, and my cum used to lube me, and Lewis had used as much time as he was allowed to stretch me first. And, I now know, he'd been as gentle as he could - a big muscular guy like that can really pound you, and he'd held back, using his body and the perfect control he had over it to minimise problems for me. And although I was helplessly strapped down onto the "horse", that had helped, too as my heavily muscled butt had prevented too much very close access.

None of this was true when James fucked me, however. He just rammed home, with no lube, no preparation, nothing, And then he thrust long and hard, almsot viciously. I was throwing my head form side to side with the pain, shouting out for him to stop. Every fibre of me wanted to let go of my ankles and simply crush his ribs with my powerful legs But some tiny part of my brain remembered his warning - and above the waves of dull ache, topped with spikes of sharp hurt, I could feel his warm hand resting so casually - yet so dangerously - on my sac.

I fought to get myself under control. There's no point in giving in, is there? You have to discipline yourself. I could take this - yes, it was hurting. But not as much as when a guy punches you in the gut with all his might. I fought with my body, and gradually my panic subsided. I could feel the peaks of acute discomfort as he rhythmically slammed in and out of me; I could feel that sullen, dull ache from around my balls and hole from where his body was hurting mine. But I could take this. I could bear it. And something else was happening now - as I stopped throwing my head around I could look up at him, and saw his face leering down at me - a face that was no longer the gentle James I was used to, but one that showed another side of him: I realised that he enjoyed dominating and controlling another man as much as I did.

Even though I was physically helpless under him, I was determined not to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he'd "won", that he'd utterly subdues and crushed me. So with a heroic effort I stopped exclaiming with the pain of his fucking, and instead let my head and shoulders relax, and my mouth loll open, as if I was in some sort of ecstasy. As I continued to stare at him, I saw this was having an effect - he seemed to be getting angry, hating it as he realised that the hardest fuck he could make was not causing me to be in distress.

I had won! I was in control, even though his dick was deep inside me and his hand, positioned as it was, effectively rendered me physically powerless to stop him. I watched as his head went back and his back arched and he too shouted out as he shot his load into me - a great cry of "Yesss.....". Then he fell forward onto me, but this s not a problem, as I could easily stand the weight of him against me.

Something happened then though that I couldn't have imagined - it was if my body again knew what it was to do. My legs went around his waist and I gripped him - not tight, so that it hurt, but as if I wanted to keep him buried in me. And my arms went around his shoulders, too, and I pulled his face towards mine. I started to laugh - an almost hysterical laugh - a laugh that said I was no longer keeping myself in check. I loved the feeling of his body against mine. I revelled in the way our sweaty skin was sliding over each other. I marvelled to feel his heart racing, and the way his ribs pushed into my body.

He too started to laugh, and we lay there, both in our own ways helpless to do anything about our condition. Finally, after what seemed a very long time, he muttered "That's the worst I could do to you, Spike - I doubt that any of the gladiators you'll meet will be able to hurt you more..."

"Hey, James, it was OK...."

"Of course some of them will probably have thicker cocks than mine.... A thicker cock does cause more discomfort, you know. And longer ones, too - although I'm pretty well endowed that way. A longer cock can be used to thrust with more force as you can pull it out further... But on the whole, especially considering that most gladiators go for a simple doggy-fuck, I don't think you have anything to worry about. Just remember, before every fight, to sit there in the changing room and really lube yourself, and do some simple stretching."

"You're joking - I'm not going to sit there with a finger up my ass.... The other guy will see... It's not dignified...."

"Oh Spike - you working-class men are so worried about appearances! Look, you limber up before a fight, don't you? Stretch your muscles, get warmed up, get ready, so that when you go into the arena you're instantly ready for hard work, without the worry of pulling your muscles?"

"Yes, of course."

"Well then, think of stretching your ass as a sensible warm-up in case you might lose. Isn't that obvious?"

"I suppose so... But the other guy will see... And there might be trainers, other guys..."

"As I said, you working-class men are always worried about keeping up appearances. If you were a professional man, you'd know it didn't matter: you do what you need to, and, frankly, fuck what anyone else thinks about it - you know you're doing the right thing, and that's all that matters!"

He moved his body slowly and gently now, easing himself out of me. But he lay there half on top of me, half by the side of me, smiling at me. His hand came and rested on my left pec, and with almsot exquisite sensibility, as if he was taking a tremendous liberty, he started to stroke and play with my nipple. I'd never really had anyone do this to me before - I'd done it to some of the women I'd been with, as you'd expect, but most of them seemed almost afraid of my body, and had never caressed it like this. It felt so... so right. I could feel my nipple hard and erect under his fingers, and, amazingly, my dick was doing the same thing.

"Oh Spike, I wish we had more time - there's so much I could teach you about your body. No one has ever played with your nips like this, have they?"

"No."

"What a waste! A handsome man like you, with a stunning body, just waiting to be woken up and shown how good sex can be - proper sex, that is. And you had to go and pick the wrong side of your stupid civil war, and get enslaved."

"I didn't pick it, James... I as a marine, doing my duty..."

"Quite! But, as I said, what a waste. But I'm afraid that's all the time I have today. And it wouldn't be right for me to give you any more lessons - I've got two more days pencilled in for the Colonel, but honestly, there's not anything I can teach you that would be useful in a fight: we could get together and just fuck for fun, and I'd really like to do that...."

Almost blushing, as if I didn't like to admit it as it was such a hard thing for me to say, I murmured "So would I, James...."

"Yes, Spike. I think you would. Now that you've seen what it can be like to have proper sex with another man, it's typical of your personality to want to get in there and work at it, try everything, practice, get good at it.... But it wouldn't be right. I'd be taking money off the Colonel just for my own enjoyment..."

"He's got enough! Don't worry...."

"Ah, Spike, you're betraying your background again! The working class always think it's all right to take money off those who are better or wealthier than they.

But a professional man wouldn't dream of doing such a thing - it goes right against the grain. No, enjoyable though two more 'lessons' with you would be, I'm going to have to tell the Colonel you're as ready as you'll ever be for your first fight on the second channel. I only wish I could be there to see you in action - I'd love to see all our body at work beating the stuffing out of another man, and then know that that lovely cock of yours was finishing off the job.... I'd be there in the ring, almost, remembering that cock.... But I can't stay, with no work to do. Still, I subscribe to the second channel - it comes to London on the satellite, you know - so I'll watch the schedules, and set the video recorder as it's always at the wrong time for us...."

I lay there listening in silence, and the reality of my world came crashing back to me. I was going to have to carry on fighting. I was going to have to appear in front of an audience - not just in the arena, but world-wide via TV - not just in one of those tiny pouches to cover my dick - but I was going to be totally nude, and fuck another guy in public!

James stood up then, and I scrambled to my feet, too. We stood there, and I could see my cum starting to trickle down the inside of his thighs. "Pass me that T shirt of yours, old chap", he told me. "It's of little value, and they don't provide me with a bathroom here - last time I complained about having to go back to my hotel covered in cum, they offered to let me use the slaves' showers, and that's hardly right, is it? I'm not an exhibitionist, and having all those guards watching me as I went about my ablutions was perfectly dreadful. So just a quick wipe over, then I'll be off back to the hotel where it's a little more civilised...."

As I watched, he used my T to wipe the inside of his thighs, kind of "sawing" it backwards and forwards between his legs. He tossed it to me, and I was evidently expected to wear it, as he seemed impatient for me to pull it on. Then, with my dick and balls swinging as I moved, I had to hand him each item in turn of his clothing, as he dressed - somehow being half naked like that was worse than being totally nude in his presence. He watched then as I pulled my shorts on, then stretched out his hand.

"Well, Spike, this is goodbye. As I said, I'll report to the Colonel that you're as ready for a ;second channel bout as you'll ever be. So good luck, and all that, old chap. It's a pity you're a slave - had we met in different circumstances, I could have quite liked you..."

He was still holding out his hand, and I realised that he wanted to shake. Of course - it's one of those peculiar habits the English have, I realised. But still, this was the first time since I'd been captured that anyone had treated me anything like decently, as one man to another. I took his hand, gripping it firmly, and shaking it. "I can't even offer you free tickets to one of my fights, James... They don't give us any."

"Well I wouldn't expect that. You're a slave, Spike, not some sports star, however well you actually do in the arena. And even if you did have any, you could hardly give them to me - you can't be friends with a slave, you know. But it is a pity - you've got such a good body, and a most fuckable ass: you're quite the best 'bit of rough' I've come across, and it would have been amusing to spend some time with you, to try to knock off those rough edges. Still, there it is, that's life for you!"

He turned and left without another word, leaving me almost speechless with amazement - the sheer arrogance of referring to me as a "bit of rough"! Never mind his "you can't be friends with a slave" - it seemed to me it would be very difficult to be friends with an upper-class Englishman. I stood there, then, and knew that life had to go on, and I'd better go back and join the other men at exercising. My T was stained with my cum and his ass juice, but that didn't seem to matter - after all, once I got really working, it would soon be soaked with my own sweat anyway.

That night, back in our barracks room, Stu looked at me and smiled. "Want to jerk off, Spike?"

I did, actually - well, you know how it is, at my age, it's always a good time to jerk off. But I was still remembering that morning, and instead of just replying, something got hold of me and made me say "I'll jerk you off, buddy, but only so I can use your cum to grease your hole. I need more than a hand around my dick tonight...."

"Hey, Spike! You want to fuck me, here, in front of all the other guys?"

I realised that they'd all stopped what they were doing, and were listening.

"Sure, why not...." I faltered as I said this, as I wasn't sure I could actually get it up with a lot of other guys watching. But as I thought about it, something made me begin to feel very excited - I wouldn't have any difficulty in taking Stu, he couldn't resist, as he was only a lightweight guy and didn't have my power or strength. No, it wasn't that - it was the idea of actually fucking in front of the others, showing them that I was a real man, doing what men do. "... But actually, I don't want to jerk you off first. I just want to fuck you. So you can stand there and jerk yourself off, or we'll do it raw, so to speak...."

"Hey, man, that's not what it's about...."

"Oh yes it is. Come on... What's it to be... Jerk yourself off, or get down on your back on the floor..."

"No, I've changed my mind."

"That's not an option, Stu. You've got me all excited now... Look...." I pointed at my dick, which was way above the horizontal, ad almost throbbing as the blood pulsed through it. "My dick needs some relief, or I'll never sleep. You shouldn't have started this if you didn't want to go through with it. So get jerking, or get on the floor ready for fucking..."

The other men, including Lewis, were standing around watching and listening now. This was no longer about sex - it was about power. Stu just stood there, looking at me. I couldn't back down now, could I?

"Come on, Stu.... What's it to be? You've jerked off before in front of these guys... Or do you want to get fucked raw?"

"Fuck yourself, Spike. I don't want any of this...."

I just grabbed him. As I've said, he's only a lightweight, so it was futile of him to even try to resist me. I threw him onto his bunk so that his chest and belly were on it but his feet were on the floor, and pushed one hand onto the nape of his neck to hold him there - which also had the effect of pushing his mouth into the thin mattress, and muffling his shouting and cursing. I could sense the other guys moving around, not sure of what to do, and knew that if I acknowledged them in any way they'd turn on me, and there was no way I could fight them all off. So I pretended they weren't there, and just got on with it.

I knew it wasn't fair on Stu to fuck him without any preparation, but he'd had his chance, hadn't he? I kicked his feet apart more, and still holding his struggling body with one hand, spread his butt with the other and manoeuvred myself into position with my dick at his hole. I was leaking pre-cum, so I knew that it wouldn't be all that bad for him once I was in.... But as I pushed, I did feel a twinge of guilt about what I was doing as I could feel his whole body tense and the muffled noise he was making got appreciably louder.

It's not that good actually, is it? I mean, when you have to force your way into an ass that hasn't been lubed, it doesn't just hurt the guy - it's pretty unpleasant for you. Making the sensitive skin on your dick rub against unlubed ass makes it sore very quickly, and after I'd thrust three or four times I was beginning to regret it. There was no way I could stop though, was there, without looking an idiot in front of the other guys? So I had no choice but to continue, even though it was very uncomfortable for me. But fortunately, as I ploughed on, my own pre-cum and some of Stu's sweat stated to help me to slide better, and I was soon humping away at him vigorously.

I started to get that elation you get when you're well into a fuck and you know you're about to cum - I got faster and harder in my strokes, and there was that wonderful feeling as my heart speeded up, my breaths got faster and deeper, and I could feel the veins in my temples pulsing with excitement.

And then, of course, it was all over, as I shot my cum up into him, and just stood there, recovering. My hearing kind of cut back in - I'd blotted out everything except the noises that Stu and I were making - and I now heard angry mutterings from the other guys. I began to get worried that they'd gang up on me: was I going to be fucked now, as I'd fucked Stu? I pulled out of Stu, and stood there with my dick deflating, and the pungent smell of his shit wafted up to me. He was just lying there, whimpering quietly, and now the other guys sounded really angry.

To try to maker it better, I reached down and took Stu's arm and pulled him to his feet. I was just about to say "sorry", or something ( well, what do you say to a guy you've basically raped?), when Stu turned to me. I was expecting a real mouthful of cursing, especially as I could see he was almost crying - his eyes had that sort of wet look - so I knew he must be hurting. This looked like big trouble - he only had to say the word, and I knew the others would fall on me and the best I could hope for was a real beating - and these guys were all experts, remember! But to my utter amazement, Stu said nothing. He just moved close to me, put his arms around me and pushed his face down onto my chest and basically hugged me!

I could feel his tears and mucus from his nose on my pec, and as he clutched at me, I did what anyone would do in the circumstances: I put my arms around him, and returned the hug. He was whimpering quietly, but as we stood there that gradually stopped, and finally he looked up at me and I saw he was kind of smiling through his tears. The room had gone deathly quiet as all the guys waited to hear what he was about to say, but he said nothing - he just pulled gently away from me, turned, and almost threw himself onto his bunk, then reached out his arms to me in an unmistakable gesture.

As I lowered myself onto the narrow bunk beside him, his arms went around me once more and now his legs were wriggling, to entwine themselves with mine. His dick was hard as it pressed against my belly, and Stu pushed his face up into mine and kissed me. "Thanks, Spike", he whispered, "Thanks."

The other guys heard this, too, and although there was some more almsot angry muttering, they dispersed and started to climb into their own bunks. Stu nestled close to me, and murmured so that only I could hear "Spike, hold me, stay with me... I've got a big fight tomorrow, and I know I'm going to get beaten hard. Be nice to me now, Spike...."

Well, there was nothing else to do, was there? I couldn't have this little wimp going all soft on me, could I? It's not the sort of thing I like, and it certainly wasn't good for him - it was as if he'd almost decided he was going to lose tomorrow! So, still keeping my voice low so that the others wouldn't hear, but making it harsh, so he got my meaning, I murmured "Hey, you're a good fuck, Stu, but that's all. I'll use that ass of yours again, when I feel like it.", and before he could protest, I pushed away from him, and climbed into my own bunk.

I lay there, kind of reviewing what had gone on. I'd taken a guy by force: OK, a smaller guy than me, who basically couldn't resist. But I'd enjoyed it - was that right? Could a stronger man fuck a weaker one just because he wanted to? On the other hand, although Stu had seemed to protest at the time, his actions afterwards showed that secretly he'd wanted to be taken and controlled by a stronger guy. Did every man always protest like that when you tried to fuck them, I wondered? And did they all really not mean it, as Stu evidently hadn't?

And then another thought struck me - Before I was a slave, I'd never been with a guy, and certainly had never wanted to. Now today I'd found out that I liked fucking ass - I not only liked it, I wanted to do it. No, I needed to do it. And from being shy and retiring about my body - even though I had no need to, as I'd always been in good shape - I'd just fucked another guy in front of a room full of other men! What sort of animal were they turning me into? I was still turning all this over, when, as you do after a really good fuck, I drifted into sleep.

There was a strange atmosphere in the room the next morning as we all climbed out of our bunks. Most of the guys kind of ignored me. Several of them asked Stu how things were, but, interestingly, a couple of them ignored him, too, as if they were ashamed to be associated with a guy who'd acted like that. It wasn't any better in the showers, either, and the usual morning banter was just not there. I was feeling pretty miserable by the time we'd done our basic exercises, and wondered if this air of sullen resentment was going to last all day. But as Lewis came up with the day's "orders", everything changed: he told me I was shipping out that afternoon, as my fight was scheduled and I had to get to the other guy's place - just as you never fought a guy in your own room, it seems that you never fought a "fight to the fuck" against anyone in your own troop of gladiators.

End Of Part 15