THE SPOILS OF WAR by Pete Brown. petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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Part 21
Even though I'd had such a spectacularly good tour, I was still "just a gladiator" at Gleeson's Gladiators, and so when we left the Colonel's office Lewis and I went out to join all the other gladiators exercising and working out, as usual. So it wasn't until we were all back in our room that night that my buddies could all congratulate me - they'd seen the fights on TV, as the Colonel thought that it was good for morale for the others to watch one of their fellows fighting in such a prestigious place as the second channel. In quieter moments a couple of the guys indicated they wouldn't mind sleeping with me as they had been impressed by my fucking, but I had Stu, so I wasn't particularly interested - I only needed him for relief, after all, as a guy gets tired of just jerking off, doesn't he?
I was looking forward to crawling into my bunk that night, and was planning to satisfy myself with Stu first, but as usual Slug came and tried to get in. "I told you, kid, to fuck off and leave me alone".
"But Spike, Lewis said that I had to bunk with you from now on... It was the Colonel's orders."
"Well fuck off, OK, go and find somewhere else...."
I looked up then, and there was Lewis, next to Slug. "Spike, let Slug in with you. It's the Colonel's orders."
"But sarge, I was going to fuck Stu tonight, I've been without it since my last fight...."
"You head the Colonel this morning, Spike! He wants you to learn to take dick as well as give it, and he specifically ordered me to make sure that Slug gave it to you. So move over, and let the kid in..."
"Sarge, please... You can't mean it! Just don't tell the colonel... I'm not going to have sex with a sixteen year old kid!"
Actually, whilst I'd been away, there had been a lot of changes in Slug. He'd put on some muscle, and instead of being downright skinny, he was now more "lean" and was getting to be nicely muscular. And his hair had grown, too - he had a nice dark blonde short crop on his head, cut in the usual gladiator style, which made him look much less of a kid. There was a little thatch on is pecs, too, with a wiry trail running across his belly down to his pubes. I saw that he'd adopted the gladiator style here, too, even though he wasn't yet fighting: his balls were smooth, and his pubes were trimmed to make a nice short cluster generally to enhance the look of his dick. Thinking about it, he was probably closer to seventeen now than to sixteen, and those months make a huge difference at that age, don't they? Actually, I could see that he was going to be stunningly handsome quite soon - all the signs were there, and I was slightly envious of him being so good looking.
He'd been listening to Lewis, and now said "Sarge, am I supposed to fuck Spike?"
"Yes, Slug. That's what the Colonel wants."
"No way!", I interjected.
"Spike, we've talked about this, and you know what will happen if you continue to disobey the Colonel.... Remember what we said about the caning?" I shuddered inwardly at the thought of being publicly fucked by Slug, as Lewis lowered his voice so that the other guys couldn't hear, and went on
"Look, Spike, I know it's hard for you. But orders are orders. The Colonel said that you'd got to learn to take dick, but he didn't exactly set a time scale.... So if you allow Slug into your bunk, you can sleep together and you can fuck him, and I can tell the Colonel that you're bunking together.... I don't think he'll ask me directly if Slug has fucked you, but if he does, I can say, honestly, that I don't know as once you're both under the sheets, who's to say.... He might ask you and Slug then, of course, and I think you'd better tell the truth.... But it's up to you. Now, let the kid in, or tomorrow, it will be public!"
Well, what could I do? Fucking Lewis's sense of duty!
It's a pity he didn't think more about us slaves sticking together against the masters. Very reluctantly, I pulled back the sheet and moved to one side of my narrow bunk, and Slug almost threw himself in with excitement. He pressed close against me, and put his arms around my neck, and wriggled seductively, making his body comfortable against mine.
"Oh, Spike", he whispered, "Thanks you. I've wanted to be closer to you for so long...."
"Shut it, kid. Look, I don't fuck with kids, OK? Now, I'm tired, I've got a hard day's training tomorrow, and I want to sleep. So shut the fuck up."
There wasn't all that much room in the bunk, and Slug pushed his body back towards me. We were kind of "spooned" together, my chest pushed into his back, and my dick pressing against his butt. He reached out and pulled my arm across his ribs, gave a sigh, and evidently was very content.
But I wasn't! I wasn't used to trying to sleep without at least jerking off, and all day I'd been thinking about fucking Stu. I hadn't had proper sex for days, and now I was really horny - I could feel my dick reacting as I lay there, and Slug's young butt was exciting it as it found a warm, moist valley to nestle in. I lay there, sleepless, and began to wonder what the problem would be in fucking Slug - after all, a lot of the other guys had, and he'd even been awarded as a "prize" to some of the other rooms whilst I was away. And the kid liked me, he'd think it was like Christmas if I gave him my dick, he'd always wanted me to fuck him, and my dick did want it... But no, another part of me said, I wasn't going to fuck this kid just because Lewis had said that we had to bunk together.
I was so hard now that it was almsot hurting, and there was no way that I could sleep. My nose was kind of pressed into the nape of Slug's neck as we lay there, and to add to my intense discomfort I now found the fresh, sweet smell of the sweat on his skin adding to my difficulties - it's kind of intoxicating , isn't it - that male scent? I moved my body slightly to try to get more comfortable, but that only succeeded in rubbing my dick against Slug's butt cheeks, and made it worse. Quite unexpectedly, Slug turned around completely, and his hand gripped my dick!
"Spike, let me jerk you off.... I can feel your dick at my butt.... You need it, don't you?"
I put my hand on his to move it off me. If anyone was going to jerk me off, it was going to be me! But as I did so I brushed against his dick that was lying almost alongside mine, and he too was rock hard. "Jerk yourself off, kid", I whispered. "And I'll do me."
Well, it's all very well having good intentions, isn't it? But when two guys are pressed up close, and both are jerking off, it's inevitable that something else happens. You just can't lie there stroking your dick when there's another guy doing the same to himself and there's no space between you.... Before long, after our hands had banged into each other several times, we'd moved on so that I'd got my hand wrapped around both our dicks, that were lying side by side as we faced each other in the narrow bunk. I don't know how I stopped myself from cumming - there's something absolutely amazing about the feel of another dick pressed against yours, isn't there, with both of them being stroked by one hand? And then, before I could stop him, Slug's head went down and he started to suck and nibble at my tit, and all I could do was throw my head back and moan!
We both shot simultaneously, and as neither of us was in any state to be able to catch it, his shot all over my thighs, pubes and belly, and his went all over me. We collapsed together, rubbing our slimy bodies against each other, and now he was no longer nibbling my tits, he was kissing me! His tongue forced its way
in to my mouth, and I just couldn't stop him - no, that's not true - I didn't want o stop him: somehow this was one of the most exciting things that had ever happened to me: his tongue, pushing voraciously into me, said something about how much he wanted me, how much another man needed me.
Finally we drifted in to sleep, and it must have been two or three in the morning when I woke: Slug was cradled in my arms, our legs were intertwined, and his head was resting against my shoulder - his warm breath was playing on my nips, and I had an intense feeling of contentment. It could have gone on for ever, but I began to think about the coming day, and then the next weeks, and I suppose that something in my body's attitude must have disturbed Slug, because I became aware, without really being able to see him, that he was awake, and looking at me. You know how it is when you wake up with another guy next to you - you can just tell that he's awake too, and waiting for something to happen.
Gently, ever so gently, he raised his head towards mine, and now it was my nose filling with his hot fresh breath. His hands cradled my cheeks, and he started kissing me again, rubbing his body against mine as he did so that his dick massaged mine, and my belly. "Steve....", he whispered. "Steve, fuck me, please...."
I almsot jumped with surprise. "How did you know my name?", I whispered.
"Lewis told me. He said the Colonel re-named you, just as Leroy re-named me. I can call you Steve, when we're like this, can't I? I want it to be special... Just you and me, Steve. And you can call me Brad...."
"No, Slug! We're not going to be together, it's not going to be special, OK?"
I felt his whole body tense, and then somehow sag. He stopped his kissing and caressing, and was just slumped. Suddenly, I felt a wave of pity sweep over me - this kid was only sixteen, well, almost seventeen. He'd been sent away from home for most of his life, and then made a slave, a slave to a guy who'd beaten him up! It was hard enough for me to adapt to being a slave, and I was much older, and tougher - being in the Marines is no joke, after all: you soon learn to be mentally tough, as well as physically so. I felt a shudder run through him, and I guessed he was on the edge of tears. That wouldn't be good for him - he was learning how to be a man, and I wouldn't want him to slip backwards.
"Hey, I'm not going to call you Brad, because it's too hard for me to do it when I'm exercising and working: I'll forget, and then everyone will know our 'private' name. But I'll call you Sluggo - that will be a special name, just between you and me. And if I use it when we're around the base, the other guys will just think I'm teasing you by calling you 'little Slug'. OK?"
"Thanks, Steve. We'll be special buddies, with our special names. But why won't you fuck me? Don't you like me? You really put yourself out to rescue me from Leroy... I though it was because you liked me...."
"I do like you, Sluggo! I like all the guys here. But I don't fuck guys, in general...."
"You fuck guys on TV, Steve. And you fuck Stu...."
"Look, I have to fuck them in the arena - I'm a gladiator, and it's fuck or be fucked! And as for Stu, well, it's just a bit of relief for my dick, nothing serious..."
He pushed himself closer to me, so my dick was pressed up to get trapped between out bellies. He whispered "You need relief now, Steve... I can feel it....."
Before I could say anything, he'd pulled away from me, then with one hand grabbing my balls, used the other to push my shoulders firmly but gently back onto the bunk. I could easily have resisted him, of course, as I was much stronger, but with a guy's hands around your balls your body reacts strangely, doesn't it? I'm sure Sluggo wouldn't have hurt me, but his gentle insistence somehow made me happy to do it.
He was starting to almsot giggle, and I put my hand up over his mouth to warn him to be quiet, as he'd otherwise wake up all the other guys, and as I did so, he slipped a leg over me so that he was straddling my belly - I could feel his hot ass against my skin, and my dick was against his butt. With another shuffle he was half crouched above me, and had his hand around the base of my dick, and started to rub it up and down his ass crack that was now open as he knelt there.
Well, that was it! I'd been hard before, but once my dick head had started to get those incredible sensations from the moist skin of his ass crack, and was teased every time my piss slit passed over his pucker, I was gone! I couldn't stop him - no, I didn't want to stop him - as he squatted down, my dick went up into his ass.
It was him then who had to put his hand down over my mouth to silence me as he rode up and down on me. I was away somewhere else, as those overpowering sensations you get when you're fucking flooded through me. I had all those fragmentary flashes of silly feeling s you get at times like that - I was dimly aware of my hand running along his thigh, feeling the new hair there; my shoulders rose and fell onto the mattress; my hips were thrusting upwards, trying almost to synchronise exactly out of phase with his riding, as if I needed to get even deeper and harder into him; my tongue licked at his fingers that were over my mouth; I raised my other hand and almsot savagely tweaked one of his nips, high above me..... It went on and on, it seemed to me, but it can at most only have been a couple of minutes, as the sheer eroticism of it all completely overtook me and I felt my dick contract and fire. He kept on and on, though, riding me as if nothing had happened, and now I was weak and almsot hurting with the sensation. I started to moan, and he clamped my mouth shut, then stopped, leaned forward, pulled himself gently off my dick, and lay along the length of me.
Absolutely reflexively I wrapped my arms around him, as if wanting to pull him into me and make us one, and at the same time we were kissing and nuzzling.
"Hey, Steve, not bad for an older guy who doesn't fuck kids....", he whispered, and we both almsot woke the whole room up as we had to try to stifle our laughter.
I don't know how we slept then! The bunk was a wreck, covered in our sweat, cum, and my ass juices. But it didn't seem to matter - we were entwined together, and soon our passionate kissing and stroking slowed, and I realised Sluggo was starting to drift into sleep - something I needed, too, as I knew there would be no let up in the exercise programme later that day. Mind you, it was a bit embarrassing when we did have to get up - Lewis woke us, with a great slap to my butt, which is most unusual as I normally wake up at the right time, and I was completely disoriented for a moment, again something I'm not used to as I come wide awake almost instantly. I realised that Sluggo was still wrapped around me, and that all the other guys were standing there grinning as they looked down at us, and at the bunk with its oh so obvious signs of our sexual athletics.
"Trust Spike!", someone said. "He's not only a great fighter, he's a great fucker.... Take a look at that... I wonder that Slug can walk this morning!". There was a bit of a dissenting voice from another guy, though, as I heard him muttering "You think he'd have been a bit gentle on the kid, wouldn't you...."
I was going to say something, maybe even punch him out, when it struck me that it wouldn't do my reputation much good if I said it was basically Slug who'd raped me, well, would it? So I just kind of grinned, pulled my self to my feet, pulled Slug to his and gave him a gentle slap on the butt, and we trotted off to the showers.
The rest of the week was much the same, but perhaps not as intense. Slug came into my bunk each night, and we spent a lot of time just in exploring each others bodies, and whispering to each other. It was kind of odd to be called Steve again, when everyone else, all day, was calling me Spike, but it somehow made this time special and different. Sluggo was always needing more sex than me - I suppose those years difference in our ages had something to do with it - I mean, at seventeen, your dick's dripping almost constantly, isn't it? And his time with the other guys in our room, and with Leroy and his buddies, and so on, had made him very, well, "inventive". Look, when I fucked a guy, it was just that: on his knees or on his back, then straight in, and fuck away. But Sluggo liked to play - he wanted us to tease each other's nips, to kiss, to push our tongues into each others ears, to fondle our balls, to suck each other's dicks, to tease the asshole before entry, and so on. A session with him seemed to go on and on, and I have to admit it was kind of fun.
Lewis took me aside a few days later as we were coming off the assault course - Slug was somewhere else, on another exercise. We sat there, both utterly exhausted, covered in sweat, and kind of companionable, as you are in those circumstances. "So, Spike.... I can't help but notice that you seem to have overcome your inhibition about sex with kids...."
"Sarge, Slug isn't a kid! He was sixteen when he came here, so it's all perfectly legal, and now he's seventeen, and he's as much a man as any of us.... 'Kids' mature much earlier these days, than you and I did at that age."
"I was only teasing you, Spike! No need to get so defensive! I know Slug was a man all this time... And he's developing nicely, too."
"Yes. It's amazing what the hard work, the food, the exercise, is doing to him."
"Well it's only like boot camp, isn't it? Do you remember how you were when you first joined up?"
"Sure! I thought I was a pretty fit guy, until I was in the Corps. But those first few months.... Well, sheer unadulterated bloody hell."
"Yes, Spike. And I guess it's the same for Slug. Except that there's no hazing or bullying here - I guess we all feel a bit sorry for him."
"Yes, sarge, he's a nice guy, and he ought to be enjoying life, not stuck here as a slave...."
"Well I think he is enjoying life, actually, Spike. The full horror of it all hasn't really set in. I think he thinks he's going to be a gladiator, always have a lot of good buddies, always have a lot of sex... It's probably not as bad for him as it is for you and me."
"You don't sound very sure, sarge..."
"Well its just the rise of these 'rubbish' bouts: we're all trained fighters, our skills honed and practised. But with all the influx of the Arabs, there's started to be a lot of bouts where they just take the guys, strip them (and that's pretty funny in itself, as their religion says they shouldn't be naked, and some of them are so superstitious that they believe it!), and toss them into the arena and let them beat the shit out of each other. The critics have started to say it's more 'authentic' to have these young terrorists perform like that, rather than see skilled gladiators. I'm not sure there's a long term future for gladiators like us. So poor Slug may yet be disappointed...."
"But sarge, what happens to him - and us - then?"
"I don't know, Spike. But what I do know is that I think you've been doing a lot of fucking this week.... But you know what the Colonel has ordered, don't you?"
"No, I can't.... And not with Slug...."
"So shall I fuck you then?"
"No, sarge!"
"So what's the problem with Slug? He'd be up your ass like a shot, I bet, if you let him."
"No, sarge, I can't....."
"Spike, you're being stupid! I know you like to be in charge, that you like to win, that you're a natural, aggressive top. But it's in your own interests to experiment - you're going to lose in the arena one day, and I've seen other guys like you who are absolutely devastated the first time they have to take dick. So with Slug, why don't you practice? No one is asking you to do it all the time, just to get to know what it's like so you can recover quickly. View it as part of your training - you don't mind having combat lessons, even though you're already a skilled fighter, do you? So have 'sex lessons', even though you're pretty good at using your dick! And young Slug is just the one to give them to you."
"Well, I don't know.... I mean, put like that...."
"Look, Spike, I don't like having to lie to the Colonel. I can tell him that you and Slug are together, and it would be so easy just to move on that one last stage.... Why don't you give it a try?"
I kind of shrugged, but we never finished the conversation as it was time to get on to the next activity that afternoon.
In my bunk that evening, Sluggo was messing around as usual, playing and teasing me, driving me wild as he kept stopping me getting my dick in him as he wanted to endlessly prolong the foreplay. At one point he was stroking my dick as he scratched gently at my ass, and I was bucking and writhing in response to it all. Then, suddenly, he pushed his finger further into my ass. I was kind of used to this, after all, as I was always stretched and lubed before a bout, but to have Sluggo do it was a bit much. I went to stop him, but as I did he kissed me deeply, gave my balls a comforting squeeze, and pushed a second finger in and began massaging me.
When I was being prepared for a fight I'd never enjoyed this part of it - perhaps I was too much on edge, too nervous, or something, but I'd never liked being stretched. But now, with Sluggo's body all over mine, and with his constant teasing of me and his kissing, I found it wasn't so bad at all - in fact, I was almsot enjoying it.
I'd had a bit of a tough time with my combat instructor that afternoon, and I'd taken a bit of a tumble at some point and my shoulder was hurting. I'd winced several times as we'd messed around, and Sluggo had noticed this: there wasn't any real injury to make it worthwhile to go to the medical room, but I was just uncomfortable. As I moved under him just at that moment, I winced again, and Sluggo stopped fingering my ass, half sat up, and said "Hey, Steve.... That shoulder.... Roll over, and let me massage it...."
I lay there on my belly, Sluggo straddled my back - I could feel his dick resting on the base of my spine - and he began to gently rub his fingers deep into my shoulder muscles. He wasn't a rained masseur or anything, but it did feel good, and I think a lot of the problem was tension, which he was certainly dissipating. I began to feel drowsy as the massage went on, as you do, and gradually Sluggo's body slipped down mine, so that he was first almost squatting on my butt, and then kneeling between my legs. He just carried on kneading my back and generally stroking me, and I felt so fantastic, so warm, so safe, somehow.... That when he began to rub his dick up and down the outside of the crack in my butt, I just carried on lying there, enjoying it, and even giving a slight moan of pleasure. And I didn't make any effort to stop him when I felt his strong fingers gently prying my butt cheeks apart, so that his dick could now slide up and down deep inside my crack..... Although I know I did squirm and moan audibly as his dick head, leaking pre-cum, first brushed my hole.
I can remember lying there thinking that I should tell him to stop. It would have been easy enough. If I'd said the word, he'd have stopped - and even if he hadn't, I could easily just have rolled over and thrown him off- although he was a lot more muscular and strong now than when he'd first come, he was still considerably less powerful than me. But I didn't. I just lay there. And I felt the insistent pressure on my hole as he pressed forward.
He knew something special was happening, too - generally Sluggo was very active, always messing around, nipping, kissing, tweaking, and so on But now he was still, and quiet, completely focussed on what he knew he was doing, and what he knew I'd said I wasn't going to do. It was as if he was waiting for me to do something, to make some noise or some gesture to get him to halt, but I didn't.
And then, of course, he was in. I felt my sphincter pop, and I kind of relaxed, and his dick slid into me.
Ever so slowly and gently, as if he was expecting some sort of explosion at any moment, he inched his dick forward, until I felt his belly against my butt, and his wiry pubes against my sensitive skin. He sort of leaned forward, so that his head was as close to mine as possible, and whispered in a low, sexy voice "Yes, Spike... My dick's in you now, you're spiked on my dick, Spike. Are you OK, Steve?"
He sounded so worried and anxious that all I could do was give the same sort of low, quiet response "Yes, Sluggo."
And that was it, really - I mean, once you've got a dick buried in you, it's not all that much extra to get fucked properly, is it? And Sluggo was so worried about upsetting me, that he was extra careful and gentle as he slid in and out, very slowly and very carefully. I felt somehow secure, and warm, and like a lot of things it was absolutely not like I'd imagined it. Having him riding me like this somehow brought him closer than we'd been before, and I liked it. I was even intrigued when he put his hand under my belly, and gently pulled me up onto my knees, so he could get at me better. And then, of course, I found out how much alike Sluggo and I were - just as I do, his sexual passion built, and his fucking got faster, and harder. There's no way I could stop him now, even if I'd wanted to - he literally slammed in and out of me, and I heard those characteristic "slap, slap, slap" sounds as his flesh collided with mine. That exquisite dull ache, almost a deep pain, flooded my ass and all through me as he continued to fuck me vigorously
I felt like screaming out. It's not that I couldn't stand the pain, the ache... No, it was more that I wanted to be part of what was happening. I wanted to grunt in time with his thrusts, I wanted to scream "Yes, yes, yes" as he fucked away. But I was a bit inhibited by the thought of all my buddies listening, so I buried my face into the mattress and gritted my teeth. And then it was over - I knew he'd cum. And it's funny, isn't it: although a lot of the stories say so, it's just not true, is it - you really can't feel the hot streams of cum searing your guts, or whatever! The only way you know the guy's shot his load is when he half collapses with exhaustion.
He was lying on top of me now, and I could feel his heart racing as his sweaty skin was pressed against mine. As he pulled out of me and moved his face close to mine, he whispered "Oh Steve....", but he couldn't finish the sentence... He was almsot laughing, almost crying : it was joy, it was ecstasy. And, I realised, I was the same - not only because my body was telling me I'd had a great time, but because I knew I'd bought such incredible happiness to another man..
Look, I'm not saying that I let him fuck me very often, as I really do like to "top" myself. But in the next two weeks I let him do it sometimes, and that whole time became very special. All the guys knew we were "together", and normally this didn't happen - I mean, there was no point in getting really close to another gladiator when you might have to beat the shit out of him in the arena, was there? So although there was a lot of sex, it was just casual encounters between two men who just wanted a night's fun. But they all saw that there was something different between Sluggo and me: as there was no fear that I'd have to fight him, we could go further, beyond the mere satisfying of our physical needs as men, towards being real friends, sharing everything, completely open and honest with each other.
And then the blow fell. As we were kissing before getting into my bunk one night, Lewis came up. "No, not tonight, guys.... You're fighting in three days, Spike, and you know what that means...."
"OK, sarge, we'll just cuddle up close...", Slug began.
"No, Slug! I couldn't trust either of you! You know the rules - Spike has to abstain for these three days, and neither of you is strong willed enough to make that happen. So Spike's going to sleep alone, and I'm even going to cuff his wrists to the bunk, to make sure he doesn't jerk off! And you, Slug, you get over to my bunk... I've listened to you two for so long now that I'm eager to see what you've learned!"
It was to be a big honour. President Prexmire had some important foreign heads of government or something for a banquet at the White house - yes, the South had actually chosen DC as their capital! Rather like the Germans in WW II who made the French sign the Armistice in Compiegne, the same place that the French had insisted the Germans sign at the end of WW I, so the South had decided that the former capital was now "theirs" and was really rubbing the North's nose in it. Anyway, at the end of the banquet, as an after dinner entertainment, President Prexmire had requested a gladiator bout and they were constructing a special mini arena in the "U" of the banquet tables. And I was to be one of those gladiators.
As it was such a relatively short distance, Lewis was not even going to be sent along with me - just a simple bus ride to DC, then the President's staff and the Secret Service would take care of me, they said.
End Of Part 21