Spoils of War

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

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Part 19

Lewis saw the distress Brad was in, and tried to comfort him. "Look, kid, it's not so bad being a slave, if you've got a good master. The Colonel, who owns Spike and me, feeds us properly, he only punishes us when we've done wrong - that caning Spike got from Leroy is the first time a cane or a whip has touched his hide - and we're a great group of guys to live with. Although Spike won you, he can't own you, so I guess you belong to the Colonel now- and he certainly won't beat you up."

"But will he fuck me? I don't like...."

"Hey, kid, wise up! If he wants to fuck you, he will:

you're his slave, his owned property, remember? But I don't think he will - the Colonel prefers mature guys, like Spike and me. And you probably had a bad experience when Leroy and his buddies fucked you - that huge dick, and you're quite a skinny little guy. But, providing the Colonel decides to keep you and doesn't sell you on, we'll soon change that - once you've had a few guys who really care about you taking your ass gently, you'll find that it's great... And you've got a nice dick, too, and some of the guys will want you to fuck them...."

"But I'm not a fag, Lewis..."

"Don't be silly. We don't use words like that - we're just a bunch of regular guys doing what guys do. Every man needs to use his dick, and fucking another guy is the best thing in the world.... You'll see.... Nothing compares with having another hard manly body next to you in bed, then feeling your dicks go rock hard, and then using each other for sheer unadulterated fun.... Ask Spike - he was pretty prejudiced when he arrived, but now, he's a real cocksman...."

As he said this, Lewis looked at me. And, you know, I smiled! Because I knew he was right - the one thing I'd learned since becoming a slave was that I hadn't really been using my body before - I'd listened to the stupid crap they spout about it being "wrong" to like other men, and so had really missed out on some great experiences with my buddies in the Corps. How could I have been so stupid? Looking back on it, I can see now that several of the guys in my platoon had given me 'come on' indications, and I'd either ignored them, or felt disgusted: what an idiot I'd been! Still, I grinned at young Brad, and added "You listen to Lewis, kid, he knows what's right! And assuming the Colonel keeps you, you'll find out what having sex with other men is really like - with men who care about each other, that is."

Brad stood there for a moment, then dropped to his knees an in front of me. He went to take my dick in his mouth, but I reached down and stopped him. "You don't have to do that, Brad...."

"Spike, you're my owner...."

"No, Lewis told you that I can't own you, as I'm a slave, like you. We're both slaves together... You don't have to do this...."

"But I want to, Spike...." He put his arm around my butt to steady himself as he knelt there, his lips closing around my dick, and I flinched as his bony forearm ran across the weals on my butt form the caning. Brad jerked away.: "Spike, I'm sorry, please don't hit me, please..."

I reached down again and put my hands on either side of his head, fondling his ears, and moving his face back on to my dick. "Brad, it's different here - we're slaves together, right? And we don't beat up younger guys! And the colonel, our owner, only punishes us if we've broken the rules. So there's going to be no beating you up.... Well, not unless the Colonel decides to train you as gladiator, that is, and then that can be pretty tough when you have to learn combat... But I don't think that's likely until you've put a bit of meat on..."

I had to stop then, as that exquisite feeling you get as a guy's lips caress your dick head went through me.

I could feel my back arching - which hurt - but I didn't care. I moaned faintly as Brad worked away. Look, I know it was only an hour at most since I'd fucked Leroy, but I was a pretty horny stud, remember?

And when your dick is being sucked by an expert, there's no stopping it is there really? I don't usually like cumming when I'm standing up, as I tend to thrust my hips forward and that makes the backs of my knees uncomfortable - I'd much rather sit, or better still, lie, as a guy's is working on me - but there wasn't anywhere to sit, and lying on my back was going to be painful for a long time, so I just stood there as Brad's tongue teased my piss slit and his lips kept brushing on the head of my dick. I don't know whether it was the relief of having got over having to be naked in front of that huge crowd and fucking in public, or what, but I soon shot a load, and stood there, panting, as Brad pulled off my dick, licking his lips.

I looked down at him, and he was smiling. "Thanks, Spike...."

"Hey, Brad, it's me who should be saying thank you..."

"No, Spike - I'm still hungry, and you've given me a lovely huge load of your cum...."

Lewis had been standing there silent watching this, and now Brad crawled over and took Lewis's dick in his mouth and began to suck, just as eagerly. I noticed that Lewis didn't even try to object, and just stood there with some sort of idiot grin on his face as the boy worked away until he got his second reward of the evening. Then, as I watched, Lewis went and sat down on the sleeping pad, resting his back against the wall, and gestured for Brad to come towards him.

Lewis sat with his knees half bent, then gently pulled Brad down so that he was sitting in Lewis's lap. Brad started to say "What..?", but Lewis shushed him. He put his big arm around Brad's shoulders and pulled the lad close to his chest, then gently took Brad's dick in his other hand and started to jerk him off.

Brad looked really surprised. "Hey, Lewis...", he half moaned.

"Ssshh.. Boy, just enjoy it", Lewis crooned, and continued to tease Brad's dick ever so gently with his big hand. Brad started to moan quietly, but then almost immediately shot his load - a very big slick of thick white cum splattered over Lewis's bronzed thigh.

"You still hungry, boy?", Lewis asked quietly, as when Brad nodded, he loosened his hold on this shoulders so that Brad could bend over and lick his cum off Lewis's skin. Lewis pulled him back gently, cradling the boy against his hard body, and I could see that both of them were smiling.

"Now, Brad, how was that?"

"Fantastic..."

"Has anyone jerked you off before?"

"No... At school, they said it was a 'fag' kind of thing, so we didn't. And Leroy always made me suck him off, or he fucked me - he never did anything like that."

"So you see that two guys together can do fun things... Even simple things, like that.... You'll soon learn that two guys can have fantastic times together - you can jerk each other off, like that: it would have been even better if you'd been jerking me as I jerked you. Or you can suck each other's dicks... And then, if you're fucked properly, or if you fuck...."

"Can I do all of that, Lewis?"

"Hey, sure! I've told you, that's what guys do - sensible guys, that is, guys who are secure in themselves, and don't just hurl silly insults at each other, without ever having tried it."

We knew that it was about times for "lights out" then, and so got ready to sleep. It was tough - I needed to sleep on my belly, as my back, butt and thighs were so painful. And with three of us on the sleeping pad, which was only really suitable for two, it was very squashed up. It wasn't helped, either, by the fact that all of Brad's body was painful from the beatings he'd had. But, on the other hand, being so close together was kind of nice. I'd slept with Lewis before of course, but having the young guy in-between us was different - he seemed to be very disturbed, and for a lot of the night he cried out quietly as he dreamed, and wriggled around on the bed, making it tough for us. But at some point he got his arms around Lewis's neck, sort of intertwined his legs with Lewis's, and then seemed to be content - it was as if he was looking for some sort of comfort, some reassurance, to save him from the dreadful life he'd been forced to lead for the past few months. Mind you, I reflected as I lay there in the darkness listening to Lewis and Brad breathe, I wonder what kind of life he was going to have in the future? We'd all been assuming that the Colonel would keep him and train him as a gladiator, to save him from being sold as an ordinary slave. But, when you think about it, what future was that for a sixteen year old? He'd have to work at Gleeson's Gladiators until he was at least eighteen, as he needed to have a proper hard, mature man's body before he could even consider fighting. And then - what life was it as a gladiator really? Sure, it was better than being a normal slave, but having to fight, to fight nearly naked, and even to fuck other guys in public: was this really the life you'd wish for any man?

The following morning when they opened our room they took us off and allowed us to shower before setting off for the bus station, as we were to return to Raleigh. I remembered how the crowds had stared at Lewis and me when we were in Ts and shorts downtown, but poor Brad had nothing at all! Surely they wouldn't expect him to parade totally naked through the streets, would they? But it seemed they would! Although some arrangements had apparently been made to find a bus ticket for the Colonel's new slave, they simply hadn't bothered to make any provision at all for clothing the poor guy. Perhaps they thought it would be a huge joke to make the lad, completely shorn and bare, walk through downtown like that; but, on the other hand, perhaps it just hadn't occurred to them that it might be a problem - Brad had arrived there naked with Leroy, after all, and so I suppose they thought that he could leave that way, too When he heard that we had to go to the bus station, poor Brad seemed really scared - I didn't blame him, actually - I hated being naked in public myself, even though I was kind of used to it by now. Lewis saw him looking nervous, and stripped off his Gleeson's Gladiators T and gave it to Brad, who pulled it on gratefully. There were no shorts for him, though, but fortunately the T was just long enough to fall over his butt and mostly cover his dick and balls - when he was standing still, it was OK, but of course when we moved off and started to walk, you got flashes of disk and balls every time he took a long stride. Still, I suppose it was better than being totally naked. Mind you, the other people in the streets now stared at us even more, as Lewis made quite a sight in just his tight shorts, with his tattoo proudly proclaiming his name for all to see.

We had a pretty uneventful journey back to Gleeson's, actually - the bus journey was just as boring as it had been on the way out , except that now it was really tough for me as I really couldn't sit on the hard floor with my caned butt. I had to either stand - difficult, as the ceiling was so low, or lie on my belly. But Brad seemed to get more and more cheerful as we left Atlanta behind, and seemed to be quite looking forward to his new life. He told us about his previous experiences - how he'd moved around the country with his folks as his dad was stationed in different places, and even how he'd lived on a base in Germany for a couple of years. He hadn't really wanted to go to a military school at all, but his folks had thought that he needed less change as he got older, as his dad wanted him to do well academically so he could follow him into the air force. "But look where it got me!", he said ruefully. "I might have flunked a few exams if I'd been at home, but at least I wouldn't be a slave."

"Hey, cheer up!", Lewis told him. "If you weren't a slave, you wouldn't have met Spike and me. And you wouldn't have started in on sex properly - you'd still be hanging around like some lovesick puppy, trying to get some girl or other to put out.... Now, when you're at Gleeson's, you won't have any of that - most of the guys there would like to have sex with a cute young guy like you... You'll be really popular."

I noticed that Brad didn't seem entirely convinced by this line of reasoning, but said nothing. After all, I hadn't really "appreciated" proper sex at first, had I? And in this harsh world we now found ourselves living in, it was certainly better for Brad to be living at Gleeson's than with Leroy!

I have to say that I thought I'd done rather well, winning the fight - a considerable triumph, given Leroy's "champion" status - and in addition bringing the Colonel a new slave back. Even though he was young, I could see that the kid had potential, and he must be worth a whole load of money, I thought. So when we were summoned to the Colonel's office as soon as we arrived back, I just knew it was so that he could examine Brad, and then congratulate me.

All three of us were taken straight in, and I was by now so sure that he was going to tell me I'd done well, that I was kind of smiling to myself. It was a real shock, therefore, when he rapped "Get naked, all of you. And Spike, wipe that silly grin off your face before I order you to be punished - you've got nothing to be smiling about!

He got up from behind his desk, and came up to me. He ran his hands over my back, butt and thighs, not being at all gentle about it, and I winced several times. He slapped me - hard - on the butt, and ordered me to stand still. "This is your own fault, Spike! And you're lucky you're not permanently marked, or you'd be on the auction block tomorrow. Now the folks in Atlanta tell me that a free man ordered this because you were disrespectful to him - well, I won't tolerate that kind of behaviour from a slave, and I've a good mind to order you to be caned again to really bring that lesson home to you."

"Sir, it wasn't like that, sir.... It was the guy I was fighting, and he was ill treating this young slave, sir, and...."

"That's no excuse, no excuse at all. A slave is always respectful to a free man, whatever the circumstances! A master can treat a slave any way he likes, and it's no business of yours. Your whole attitude shows you haven't really understood slavery at all, Spike. Doesn't it occur to you that this slave boy was his property, and he could do with him as he liked? You wouldn't have stopped a man from driving his car too fast, would you? Or from doing something apparently stupid like walking through mud in leather shoes? Well, it's just the same - the slave is his property, and he can do with it as he likes. But that's not the whole problem - your behaviour in the arena is far, far worse!"

"Sir, I won, sir. I beat the champion for you..."

"Silence! How dare you interrupt me!" The Colonel went quiet, waiting, and I realised he wanted me to say "Sir, sorry, sir."

"Accepted, this time. Next time it is the cane. Now, as I was saying, your behaviour in the arena was disgraceful! You humiliated that free man...."

"Sir, I didn't, sir. I won, fair and square. If he didn't like fighting, he shouldn't have gone into the arena..."

The colonel looked at one of the guards, and said simply "When this slave's butt has healed a little, schedule him for six strokes, on the bare skin, in front of all the gladiators. He needs to be taught not to interrupt his master, and it won't hurt all the others to be reminded of it, either."

Looking at me once again , he continued "Yes, you won.

And it was a very good victory. He was bigger and heavier than you, and a champion. You put up a good show - a very good show - and it would have reflected very creditably on Gleeson's Gladiators. But then you went and humiliated him! You made him beg and plead not to have to suck your filthy dick! A slave doesn't make a free man beg or plead for anything. A Slave doesn't bargain with a free man! It was a most disgraceful exhibition, and I felt ashamed that all the viewers watching would know that you came from Gleeson's. They're all thinking now that I don't know how to train slaves properly, that I have unruly, wild slaves...."

"Sir, it wasn't like that really, sir....", Lewis interrupted.

"Lewis! I'm surprised at you! I almost expect a younger slave like Spike not to know how to behave - after all, we train mim still to have fighting spirit.

But you've been here a long time, you're meant to be a trainer, not a fighter. You've got no excuse! I think I ought to schedule you to get six across the ass, too."

"Sir, I'm sorry, sir." Lewis used that kind of cringing tone I'd heard him use once before. "Sir, please listen to the other half of the story, sir. What Spike did was not right, sir, but if you heard about how his opponent had tried to win, unfairly, by using his power as a free man in the locker room, and how Spike stood up to him, as he was desperate to win, for you, sir...."

Well, fortunately, the Colonel seemed to heed what Lewis said, as he allowed him to tell how Leroy had humiliated me, then about how he'd abused Brad. And how, even when we'd advised him to lube himself and clean himself out, he had just not done so. "Look, sir", Lewis finished. "I know he's a free man, and I know we're slaves, and that Brad is a slave, too, and his slave, at that. But it's not right for a young guy to get beaten, battered and bruised like that - well, at least, not if he's not a gladiator - is it? And he was, and is, half starved - look at him, sir."

The Colonel moved over to wards Brad, who was almsot cowering and trembling as all this had been going on, and ran his hands all over the lad's body, giving him one of those inspections that only experienced slave handlers really can - using his fingers and palms to gauge Brad's muscle, and probing deeply into his ribs, and up his ass.

When he'd finished - and Brad had sprung a really nice boner as the Colonel had felt his dick and fondled his balls - the Colonel looked at us all and said "Well, perhaps it isn't all one-sided. This slave is not in good condition - but, with proper feeding and training, I think he can be turned into a most desirable property. I suppose you've done well for me, on the whole. But the slaves here do need to know that I am a fair but firm master, and so I am still going to have you caned, Spike, when your butt has healed. And I'll have Lewis lined up alongside you, too - not only is it more of a spectacle, but it will remind you, too, Lewis, that you are only a slave, even of I allow you some responsibility and some latitude."

"But what am I gong to do with this young slave, though? As I said, he's potentially worth a lot, but we're not set up here to bring on immature stock for later sale. Perhaps I'd do better to sell him at a discounted price now....."

"Please, sir, don't do that, sir, I'll do anything to stay with Spike and Lewis, sir...."

"So, all three of you like interrupting your owner, do you? It must be catching! That shows how dangerous it is to allow slaves any leeway in their behaviour!"

Fortunately I could see that the Colonel was almost joking as he said this, but Brad clearly didn't understand this, as he went on "Sir, I'm sorry, sir, but Spike and Lewis saved me, sir... I'll be a good slave, sir.... I promise. You'll be proud of me, sir, I'll work hard, train hard, I'd like to be a gladiator like Spike, sir... And whilst I'm growing up, sir, I'll do anything - chores, yard work, anything...."

"You've been fucked, haven't you, slave?"

"Sir, yes, sir. My previous owner, Master Leroy, used to fuck me, and lent me out to all his friends, sir. It's not a problem, sir - if you want to fuck me, sir, I'd be glad to serve you. Or if you want someone to service the gladiators, sir...."

"So you'd be glad for the gladiators to use you, whenever they wanted, if I decide to keep you?"

"Willingly, sir, oh, please let me stay...."

The Colonel was laughing now. "Well, I don't think I'll ask you to do that! I may use you myself, as it's a long time since I've had a young lad in my bed, but not until you've fleshed up a bit - that bony ass of yours wouldn't be good for an old man! And I don't think it would be wise to let all the men use you, well, not regularly, anyway. I think I'll keep you as a prize, for the best performing gladiator each month, or something - give the men a bit of competition, give them something to aim for. But whilst I get all that sorted out, I suppose you may as well stay with Lewis and Spike - they got you here, so they can look after you!

Brad threw himself onto the floor, and kissed the Colonel's boots! "Thank you, sir, thank you....", he was almost sobbing. Lewis and I just watched in amazement, as although we were slaves, we'd never seen this type of behaviour before - at Gleeson's they tended to keep us kind of semi-independent, and not "slavish" as they wanted us to have the will to fight.

"Get up, Brad....", the Colonel said. "That is your name, isn't it?"

"Sir, yes, sir".

"Have we got a Brad already?", he asked the guard, who then reminded him that there was a Brad in room three.

"We'll have to think of another name for you, though, slave - we can't have two slaves here with the same name", the Colonel told Brad.

"Sir", Lewis interjected quietly. "Since he was enslaved, he's been known as Slug."

"An unusual name, certainly. But I can see why - that dreadful white skin - still, at least that's really easily remedied. So Slug it is, then."

"Do you want him tattooed, sir?"

"No, not yet. He's still got some growing to do, and we may as well wait for a couple of years. But you can let his hair grow - I don't like to see a slave totally bald like this. Let him have a gladiator crop, let his body hair be natural, but shave his balls... The usual thing. What colour is your hair anyway, Slug?"

"Sir, I'm a blond, sir."

"Excellent! Blondes are rare - there's something about marines and other soldiers that means they're mostly all dark and swarthy like Spike and Lewis here!

It will be a nice change to see a flash of blond around the place."

He looked at us all again, and said "Now, get out, before I change your mind. But don't forget about that caning - I'll rely on you, Lewis, to schedule it for you both, in front of the whole school, as soon as Spike's butt is better."

"Sir, yes, sir", Lewis said, drawing himself smartly to attention, then he turned, and ushered us out into the corridor, just stopping to pick up our discarded clothes as the Colonel didn't like and untidy office.

"Hew, Lewis, what a fucker...", I started. "Making you responsible for scheduling your own punishment, and mine..."

"Spike, you haven't learned, have you? The Colonel's been really merciful to us, you're still here and not sold, he's keeping Slug... And you're still disrespectful!"

"But it's not right..."

"It's not a question of what's 'right', Spike! It's a bout respecting those in authority. Were all the officers in the Corps always right? Or did you just do as you were told? I don't suppose yo always questioned an officer when he issued an order you didn't like - well, it's the same here, only more so: the Colonel owns you, remember."

Well there was no answer to that, was there? If Lewis was so fixed on obeying authority, you couldn't really argue sensibly with him. But I suppose that, as slavery went, things were not going so bad for me, so I shut up.

We pulled our clothes on, then when we got back to our barracks room the other guys had just finished "work" for the day.

They'd seen the fight on the TV, and rushed to congratulate me - but the moment one of them clapped me on the back and I shouted out with the unexpected pain, they kind of became silent. I stripped off my T to show them the cane mark right across my shoulders, then dropped my shorts so that the full extent of the caning I'd taken became visible.

The all agreed that I'd had a most savage caning: at the Colonel's, canings, although painful, were mostly designed to humiliate us, and the marks rarely lasted for more than a day or so. But it was clear that I was going to have trouble with these for at east a week. They all asked me what it was like to be fighting a free man, and when I told them about the way he'd swaggered and boasted in the locker room, they were glad that I'd been able to humiliate him so publicly by making him beg not to suck my dick! And that, of course, brought us around to introducing Brad, or Slug as he was again to be known.

He had sort of hovered around in the background as we'd gone in, lurking behind Lewis, and now Lewis pushed him forward to meet the other guys. He was still only wearing Lewis's T, so I guess he felt a bit embarrassed, but sensing this, Lewis had an arm around his shoulders, as if protecting him.

"This is Slug", Lewis told them. "He belonged to that Leroy that Spike beat, and Spike won him! The Colonel has said he can stay here, and he's now one of us, part of the squad in this room."

Several of the guys called out "Hi" and such like, and Lewis went on "Now I know you're all good guys at heart, but you're also trained to be mean at times. So let me say now, up front, that Slug here is under my special protection: he's only sixteen, and he's had a rough time.... Show them, Slug.... Take off that T....."

"No, Lewis, please..."

Lewis simply pulled his arm off Slug's shoulders, pulled up the T at the back, and slapped him hard on the ass - the crack ran around the room, and Slug jumped with surprise. Some of the guys laughed.

"Listen, boy", Lewis said calmly and quietly, "Just because you're under my special protection, it doesn't mean that you can ignore my instructions. Now, get that fucking T off, or you'll be over my knee, for a real spanking...."

It must have been awful for the poor kid to have to strip off in front of eight of us, all big tough men, especially as without any hair on him he looked even younger and more vulnerable than a normal sixteen year old, but seeing that Lewis meant business, he pulled the T over his head and stood there.

There were audible gasps as the guys saw the big patches of purple and yellow all over his skin, and Lewis commented "This is what that bastard Leroy was doing to him, all the time. Spike tried to stop him, and was sentenced to a caning as Leroy was a free man...."

"...what a fucking pervert", one of the guys muttered.

"Going into the arena if you're a free man.... Us gladiators have the right to expect to be treated all the same...."

Well, actually I thought Leroy was a pervert for wanting to beat up and humiliate young slaves! But Lewis was going on "As you can see, he's had a rough time. So, you guys, treat him gently, at least until he's recovered, and has started to put a bit of meat on his bones when we feed him properly."

"....was he starved, too, then...?", came a question from the room.

"Yes. Leroy only allowed him to eat scraps, and his prime food was cum! Leroy wanted him to really focus on cock sucking...."

More murmurs of "bastard", and "pervert", although someone said "...so he's an ace cock sucker, then!", and Lewis told them to be quiet, as he went on "So treat him like your kid brother, at least until he's had some fighting lessons, OK? Make allowances for him... Show him the ropes...."

"Where's he going to sleep, sarge? Are we getting another bunk in here?"

"No. I guess he's going to have to double up with one of you guys - any offers?"

There were a lot of cries of "Yes", and "I'll have that one in my bunk anytime", and "Does he fuck as well as sleep...?", and Lewis went on "I'll leave you all to sort it out - but I don't want young Slug here to feel unwanted. And yes, you can fuck him - if he wants to be fucked. You're not to force him, understand? He's had enough of that from Leroy, and he'll probably have to endure it again if he goes on to be a gladiator - so let's give him a bit of a holiday, shall we? Only push your dicks up his ass if he's happy to take it, OK? Now I know you're all horny guys, and he is quite cute, but no force fucking: if I find out that any of you have taken him involuntarily, I'll beat the shit out of you, understand? Mind you, I know you're not saints, and I can hardly expect you to leave him alone totally, so there's no problem with you having him suck your dicks, as he's used to that."

There was a lot of laughter then, and even Slug seemed able to smile. Stu came over and said "Come on, Slug, let's get you some shorts - if you stand there naked like that much longer, a lot of these horny bastards won't be able to contain themselves and they'll take your ass in spite of what Lewis says!"

I went and lay down on my bunk, on my belly, as Stu led Slug out, towards the showers.

End Of Part 19