Date: Tue, 27 Jul 2010 11:23:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Reluctant Gladiator, Part Sixteen

RELUCTANT GLADIATOR - Part  Sixteen
A story by Pete Brown (petebrownuk @ yahoo.com)

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Look, you can get over humiliations, although it can be very hurtful at the
time and their memory can leave unpleasant scars.  So I recovered from
being caned again as did the other guys, I suppose.  And after a few days
Straughan announced that we were to be allowed to start to regrow our body
hair and resume wearing uniforms - I suppose he thought that a sufficient
"signal" had been sent to the other gladiators in the school about absolute
obedience.  Or, more likely, he had his eye on the commercial aspects of
these things - when the public pay to see gladiators fight, they want to
see men, not hairless "boys" (well except for the very youngest as I've
explained, where body shaving was considered to add to their attraction by
making it look as if even younger kids were on display).

My fighting "career" was going well and I was steadily working my way up
the ladder, and at least in our school I was considered to be number two to
Mike.  I had no desire to knock Mike off the top of the ladder, obviously -
it meant everything to him, and I knew that my period of indenture would
soon be up and I would return to the free world.  He continued to win, too,
though, and as it was Straughan's policy not to have fighters from the
school fight each other, the actual question of which of us would be
Champion were we to fight each other never arose.

When I went into the arena now though - and I'd "graduated" to fighting in
the biggest arenas in front of crowds of two and three thousand - I
couldn't help noticing that there were some empty seats, and that the
"standing room" high at the top was no longer used for the overflow.  It
looked as if the popularity of gladiator combat was waning, and Straughan
had thought of several "innovations" - like giving us clubs to hit each
other with - to improve the attractiveness of the bouts.  This hadn't been
successful though, as although they were indeed popular with the crowd, the
risk of injury and even death was substantially increased, and once a
sizeable proportion of the gladiators was unable to fight because of casts
on their arms and legs, and we lost one guy to a fractured skull, the
"experiment" was dropped and we reverted to using only bare fists and our
bodies.

Their were rumours flying around that Straughan planned further
innovations, although Mike had no idea what they were.  He'd been consulted
by Straughan about the clubs and had initially been in favour as he told me
he thought that it enhanced the desirability of us big tough "brawlers".
"After all, Steve, if you get the kick boxers trying to beat the shit out
of each other with clubs, you lose the point of having those athletic guys,
don't you?  So you may as well have big tough guys like us do it, and that
means more bouts for you and me."

"...and more risk of injury.  An insane risk, actually."

"No pain, no gain, Steve!  You know that.  Think of all the extra bouts,
all the extra winnings....", and he gave a wolfish grin "..and all the
extra bitches!"  (Mike had given up his idea of saving his winnings and
handing them over to me after about a month.  He told me he considered his
need for a bitch to fuck right there and then outweighed some possible need
I might have in the distant future.  I wasn't surprised, actually - he was
full of good intentions, but the needs of his body ultimately always
overrode them.)

Anyway, we were flowing out of the mess hall one night when Mike pointed
out to me that there seemed to be a new guard standing looking at all of
us.  I did a double take, as I thought I recognised him - and, indeed, it
was m old marine buddy Jason.

I went over to him - he was much smarter than the average guard, his boots
polished to an unbelievably high gloss, his shirt and pants crisp and
freshly pressed, and his leather belt with its taser and short strap
hanging down shone with the attention they were pressumably paid.

"Jason!  What the fuck are you doing here...?"  I stuck my hand out as you
would when you meet an old buddy.

"Steve, good to see you.  And you do look good - life as a gladiator slave
obviously suits you!"  His eyes had raked down my body as he said this, and
I felt a little strange standing there in front of my old buddy dressed
only in the skimpy uniform - I guess I'd got used to being dressed in
almost nothing by now, and around the school with all the other gladiators
and guards I never even thought about it.  But with my old buddy it was
somehow sort of different, especially as he was so crisply and immaculately
dressed.

  I noticed he didn't grasp my hand, and I felt a bit foolish standing
there with my hand out, and gradually lowered it.  "To cut a long story
short, there was a buy-out offered for men with several years service still
to run as they needed fewer marines and still wanted to be able to recruit
'new blood'.  I was getting bored without guys like you around as a lot of
us were taking the buy-out.  I liked the idea of having a bit of a nest
egg, I saw Philips' Fighters was looking for trainers, so I took the
government's money, and here I am."

"But you're a guard, Jason.  We hated it when we had to act as guards for
prisoners after a big battle...."

"No, Steve, actually I'm a trainer.  The head trainer.  I just feel more
comfortable in uniform.  When I came for interview Straughan was impressed
with my background and some ideas I have for improving the fights, and he
said we needed more proper marines discipline generally, so here I am."

I went to slap him on the back as he'd ignored my handshake.  "Fucking good
for you, Jase!  Let's get together and catch up....."

"Steve, I think it would be better if you called me 'sir', and...."

"Jase?  Is that you?  My old buddy, the one who used to go with me fucking
together when we had free time....?"

"Times change, Steve.  I'm now head trainer.  And discipline demands that
you call me 'sir', properly and respectfully, as it's not good for the
other gladiators to see friendships between those in command and those
commanded.  You know how it was with officers, and us grunts."

I stood there almost speechless.  "Oh come on, Jase...."

"Do that again, Steve, and I'll have to punish you.  Look, one of the other
gladiators is already noticing something strange - that big brute that came
out with you...."

"He's the Champion, J.....  Sir.  That's Mike, he and I are real buddies,
and I know you guys will hit it off...."

"Steve, get this clear.  I can't fraternise with the gladiators, not even
with you.  Straughan told me you'd be out of here soon, and maybe then we
can pick up where we left off.  But until then....  And there's no way I'm
going to 'hit it off' with that Mike: he's the Champion, and he'll need to
learn to obey me to help keep discipline, and that's as far as it will go."

I nodded, and went to move on with Mike.  "Steve!", Jason snapped at me.
"When you've been talking to a free man, you wait to be dismissed! Don't
just walk away.  Now, come back here and stand respectfully."

He saw me looking in astonishment, as none of the other guards or trainers
had ever said anything like that before, and went on "Things have been far
too lax here, as I explained to Straughan.  This place needs to have proper
discipline - I reckon that with all you tough men it needs to be run more
like a military prison., more like a military prison.  The guards need
respect, and I'll be implementing new rules that will make life tougher for
you all, as that's what gladiators need: toughness."

I continued to stare at him, open-mouthed with astonishment as although we
lived under discipline before, it was about important things like turning
up at practices and working hard, not all this other crap.  "I think you'd
better start to set the other gladiators a good example, Steve. As you're
listening to me, adopt a proper respectful stance: feel apart, hands behind
your back, and bow your head."

"Bow my head?  To you, my old buddy? Jason, you must be fucking mad...."

He actually touched me with his taser!  It was only on the lowest setting,
so it only made me jump from the unexpectedness of the shock and it wasn't
all that painful, but I did cry out.  Some of the passing gladiators heard,
and all turned to stare

"Steve, I meant it.  This place needs discipline.  Now, if you don't want a
higher does, assume the respectful position, and wait for me to dismiss
you."

I shook my head in disbelief that my old buddy could have changed so much -
we were both pretty much hell raisers, and no great respecters of authority
in the marines.  But I could see the bare tips of the taser there pointing
at my belly, so I shuffled my feet part, put my hands behind my back in the
"stand easy" position, and then slowly, still not really believing it,
bowed my head.

"Dismissed, boy", Jason snapped, and I turned and went over to Mike, who
had been watching all this and we carried on towards our room.

"What the fuck was all that about?  Did that new guard use his taser on
you?  I'll have a word with Straughan...."

"I don't think it will do any good, Mike, There's some sort of new
regime...", and I told him about what Jason had said, and a bit about our
history.

We were about to be locked in for the night when Jason appeared at the door
of our room.  Mike lay there, stroking his dick and I was about to take my
uniform off and lie down.  Jason looked down at Mike, who smiled and lifted
his hand off his dick to wave a greeting.

Jason rapped out, just as our sergeant used to, "On your feet, boy!  When a
free man enters the room, a fucking slave gets to his feet..."

"Hey, cool it!"  I could hear the edge in Mike's voice.  "We're in our room
here, ready for bed.  We're allowed a bit of privacy.  Work's over for the
day...."

"Listen, boy - you're a slave, a fucking slave, remember that, even if you
are the Champion here, I'm told.  And a slave has no privacy, and his work
is never over.  And when a free man comes anywhere near, a slave stands up
and assumes the 'respect' position, as your buddy Steve will now
demonstrate..."  He half turned to me, I saw the taser, and not wanting to
cause trouble for either me or Mike, I reluctantly moved my legs apart,
clasped my hands at my back, and bowed my head."

"See?  Steve's learned already.  Now, boy, you've got two seconds..."

I thought at first that Mike might spring up and attack Jason, but instead,
to my relief, he rose slowly with that incredible power and grace that even
as a big man he has.  Looking over at me, and seeing me trying to signal to
him that he should do as he was told, He slowly moved and stood there in
the same position as me - except of course that he'd been stroking his dick
and it was now ramrod straight out in front of him!

Jason looked at him.  "So you're the Champion?"

"Yes."

"Yes, SIR!", Jason snapped.

Looking really surprised, as most of the guards were pretty relaxed about
that sort of thing, especially with Mike even if not with some of the
younger guys, Mike muttered "Yes, sir."

"A Champion with a champion dick, I see.  Does Mr Straughan stud you?"

"Stud me, sir?"

"Yes.  Stud you.  Does he get you to fuck women."

Mike smiled.  "Oh no, sir, there's no 'get me to fuck' - Steve here will
tell you that I convert my winnings into bitches... We have a great time,
don't we, Steve?"

Jason frowned slightly.  "I see. "  He moved towards Mike, and to my utter
surprise, grabbed hold of dick and began to stroke it, then to push it down
and let it go, watching as it rebounded upwards.  I was amazed that Mike
stood there and let Jason do something as intimate as that, and was
expecting serious trouble any moment.  Fortunately, though, Jason stopped
after four "bounces" looked at Mike and said "You're supposed to be in the
'respect' position, and not staring insolently at me like that!"

I guess Mike was as startled by what was happening that he lost the power
to argue temporarily, and lowered his head.  "Good!  A powerful dick there,
we'll test it properly later.

Jason turned and went out, and Mike and I looked at each other.  "What the
fuck was that all about?", Mike asked.

"I dunno, Mike.  But he told me that he'd got the job as head trainer as
he'd sold Straughan on some ideas for improving the place.  And I guess
Straughan was interested as we all know attendance has been falling...."

"Well as long as there are no more of those half-assed ideas about using
clubs and things like that...  And what do you think all that stuff about
'stud' was?"

"Look, search me!  Jason and I used to be really close, real buddies.  But
he seems to have changed.  It's been some time, after all."

Mike looked at me with a shrewd calculating look "Well I reckon folk don't
change all that much, not deep down.  And if you were really were close
buddies...." He stopped, then seeing no response from me shrugged, and went
on "I reckon I'll need to have a serious talk to Straughan, though.  Make
sure that any new ideas get 'filtered' through real experience.  Being a
gladiator isn't like being some pussy of a marine, as you now know.  We're
real fighters here, whereas you marines...."

I could tell from the way that Mike was smiling now that he was
deliberately provoking me, as he knows I really valued being a marine.  So
going along with it, I threw myself at his body and we both fell onto the
mattresses, and had a good "wrestle" before lying there exhausted and
jerking each other off.  Somehow a mutual jerk-off like that is a lot
better after you've wrestled a bit and both of you are all sweaty and
pumped up, I find.

The next morning after breakfast as we were all about to leave the mess
hall, Straughan came in, accompanied by Jason and a whole lot of guards.
It was almost as if they were expecting trouble.  Straughan sat behind one
of the tables, one of the guards opened up a laptop, and Jason stood on one
of the benches so that he was above all of us.  We all looked expectantly
at him, and he began "I am the new head of training, and with Mr
Straughan's approval and full agreement, we are going to implement new
rules of conduct here.  Mike and Steve have already learned what is
expected when any of you are interacting with free men, and I give you fair
warning that any failure to follow the rules will be punished - so I
suggest you talk to them and find out what is the correct procedure."

I didn't like the sound of that much - it looked as if there was a danger
of the messenger becoming confused with the message, and some of the guys
might think it was partly our doing.  But Jason went on "We will also be
implementing new forms of fighting...."

Some of the guys began to murmur "Fuck, no.  Not clubs again...."

"Silence!", screamed Jason.  "You do not speak when a free man is
addressing you.  And furthermore you do not express any dissent - ever.
Some of you appear to have forgotten that you are slaves, and slaves obey.
You forfeited the right to any freedom of action when you were enslaved,
and your only role now is to serve and obey."

He waited until a little more muttering had subsided before continuing.
"We will be implementing new forms of fighting, and in order to decide
which of you will participate, I need to inspect all of you.  Form a line,
and I will then examine each one of you."

We all looked at each other, not really knowing what to do.  But Mike was
there, pushing at the other guys to line up against the wall, then he
stepped to the front of the line himself.  I slipped in behind him, as it
seemed right that the two toughest fighters should go first.

Jason beckoned to Mike then, and Mike went and stood in front of the table.
I think we were all astonished when Mike dropped his uniform, and then even
more amazed when Jason called one of the very new young gladiators over to
crouch in front of Mike.  We couldn't quite see what was happening, but it
didn't take all that long, and then Mike was evidently told it was over and
Jason pointed to a corner of the mess hall.  Mike went to pick up his
uniform, but Jason snapped something at him and Mike walked off and we all
watched his superb butt as he strode naked down the mess hall.

"Next!", Jason called - I mean, he could see it was me, couldn't he?  So
why didn't he at least call me by name?  Still, I walked over, and Jason
said casually "Drop 'em."

As you know, I'm no prude, and I was used to being naked in front of my
fellow gladiators in the showers, and with a body like mine I've got
absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.  But having to strip and stand there
naked in front of Jason felt somehow very odd and I really didn't like it -
this was my old buddy, and although we'd both seen each other naked
hundreds of times it was different now with him in his immaculate uniform
and me absolutely bare.

Jason gestured, and the young gladiator came and knelt in front of me. He
guy looked up at me and gave a little shake of his head as if to say "It's
not my fault, please don't make trouble!".  He reached out and I realised
he had a small ruler in his hand, which he now proceeded to measure the
length of my dick with!  I could hardly believe it as he pulled my dick
away from my body, pressed one end into my pubes, then read out my length
to the guard, who entered it into the laptop.  Look, I know some of you
guys will think it strange that I could stand there and allow another guy
to handle my dick like that, but you need to remember that we were used to
washing each other in the communal showers - and, yes, it was fucking
humiliating to have Straughan and Jason watch as my dick was pulled to one
side so the measurement was done, but it wasn't as if it was hurting, or
anything.  And I'd seen it done to Mike, so I could hardly make a big fuss
now in case
 the others thought that Mike had been a wimp to let them do it, whereas I
was complaining.

Jason nodded, said "Category 1", and told me to go and join Mike at the
other end of the room.

I walked over and stood next to Mike.  "What the fuck...?" He whispered out
of the side of his mouth. I just shrugged, having nothing useful to say,
and we stood there and watched as the next gladiator from the line went
forward, dropped his uniform, was measured, and then bent to pick up his
uniform and pull it on, before walking away to the corner of the room
opposite to us.

This was even more puzzling, but gradually all the men were measured - it
took some time as there's a lot of us - and ten of us, including Jamie and
Darren, were standing together naked, with the other fifty or so gladiators
clothed in the other corner.  They were then dismissed to go out to their
regular exercises, and Jason shouted out for the ten us to go and stand in
front of him and Straughan.

"You gladiators have been selected to be part of the new image for Philips'
Fighters", Jason told us.  "From the good looking, toned men here, I
consider you to be the pick of the crop.  As you will see, it's not about
absolute body size as we have some of you from each of the three 'groups'
which combat seems to fall in to, no, it's more about proper
proportions..."  he paused as if for dramatic effect.  "Proper proportions,
and big dicks.  Each of you is well hung, and this will become important as
in future you will be taking part in two new streams of our business here:
you will in future normally fight naked, and..."

"Excuse me.... Sir", Jason interrupted.  Looking at Straughan he went on
"You know, MR Straughan, that a gladiator doesn't fight as well if he's
naked.  That's why we have these uniforms, so that the audience can see out
bodies but we have proper support.... When a guy is fighting he doesn't
want to have to worry about getting his balls smashed into the mat...."

"Silence!", Jason screamed.  "How dare you interrupt!"

"Hey, I was only pointing out to Mr Straughan...."

We watched in horror as Jason touched him with the taser, and Mike fell to
the ground writhing and screaming.  I suppose we were shocked that a taser
would actually be used on a gladiator in such circumstances - usually they
were only needed when two guys had lost it and were brawling and the guards
did not like to try to pull them apart for fear of getting hurt themselves.
And as for using a taser on the Champion - well, as I've told you, Mike was
almost part of the discipline structure at Philips.  So it was pretty
shocking.

Mike is a tough guy, though, and I knew he'd be desperate to get back on to
his feet as soon as possible to demonstrate this to us all. All his usual
litheness and power seemed to have deserted him though, and it must have
been even more humiliating for him to have to struggle to get to his hands
and knees (we could see his dick and low-hanging balls swaying between his
thighs), and then almost agonisingly slowly to force himself to stand up.
He stood there in front of Jason, his eyes blazing and with his fists
clenching at his sides as if preparing to fight.  I could see him about to
say something, and feared for him.  So I stepped forward, put a hand on his
shoulder and pulled him a couple of steps back.  "Easy, Mike....", I
whispered at him.

"Your friend is clearly more sensible than you!  Now, if you want to avoid
further problems, keep your trap shut!  If I want an opinion from a slave,
I'll ask for it - not that I think you have anything useful to say.  If you
had been clever you wouldn't have been enslaved, after all."

I could feel Mike tensing under my hand as Jason spat this out, and I
tightened my hand on his shoulder. To try to calm him.  "Anyway", Jason
continued, now talking to all of us.  "You will in future all fight
selected bouts entirely nude.  We know that most men - and some women -
find the sight of your bodies to be very... shall we say 'stimulating'....,
and indeed attend bouts primarily for the purpose of seeing well set-up,
fit men displaying themselves as they fight.  Some of you may have detected
that our audience is falling away, though, and so to encourage greater
audience interest we will be having 'premium bouts', where, as I said, you
will be fight entirely in the nude.  We will build a connoisseur's group,
men (and some women) who appreciate the sight of the entire male. You men
have been selected to form part of this inner, elite group, not because of
your prowess as gladiators - it will be almost immaterial who wins the
bouts - but because
 you look good - particularly as regards to the nature of your tackle.  You
will observe that you are all on the high-side of average in terms of dick
length - although not so obscenely long as one of the niggas who appeared
almost unreal.  And you all have testicles that hang low - it's perfectly
acceptable to have tight testicles of course, but our special audience will
appreciate being able to 'see' a man's balls properly, when they're hanging
down between his thighs."

Jason paused to give us time to look a each other, and I could see hat what
he said was true - we were all "well hung", I suppose you'd say.  He hadn't
finished, though.  "That is the first of the new methods here.  In
addition, we will be raising additional income from another source, and you
will all participate in this, too.  We know that some of our lady
supporters fantasise about sex with a gladiator, and this is expected to
increase when they have seen you performing nude.  In future, they will not
need to fantasise - they will be able to rent you: for a fee, naturally -
for the real thing."

"Hey, free bitches...", I heard one of the guys mutter.

"Silence!", Jason screamed.  "You men have suffered from a lack of
discipline for too long.  Let me make it absolutely clear - the ladies who
hire a gladiator are just that - ladies.  And rich ladies, at that - rich
enough to afford the fees we will charge, which will be considerable.  And
such ladies deserve - and will get - respect from you.  You will be there
to provide them with pleasure - no, delight - not for your own
gratification.  And after every session we will ask them to complete a full
evaluation of your performance, not only in terms of your ability to fuck,
but in terms of your overall attitude and the ways in which you obeyed
their orders in order that they achieved maximum satisfaction.  And let me
warn you now that any of you consistently getting a low evaluation will be
severely punished."

Jason stopped again as he saw us stirring, and looking puzzled and enraged.
"Enough!  All will become clear.  Now, get out there and begin training.
We will hold individual assessments, starting after lunch, of your sexual
abilities so that we can schedule remedial training if necessary.

Jason, Straughan and the guards turned and walked away, and us gladiators
clustered around Mike.  I really felt sorry for him - he saw himself as
part of 'the establishment', and now he was about to be forced to defend
the indefensible, especially as he was one of those most affected.

Mike handled it in his normal way, though - he simply barked at us to shut
the fuck up, to go and pick up our uniforms, and to get out to training.
One of the very young guys who hadn't been along and didn't know the ways
of Mike stated to say something about not wanting to fuck unless it was a
high school girl, and Mike hit him (hard enough for the kid to stagger a
bit), growling "I told you to get out to training..." and that was that.

I'm not sure, though, that I got my own uniform back - they'd simply been
piled in a heap on the floor - and it's one of those things I'm a bit
sensitive about.  Even when Mike and I had been jerking off together I
didn't like it in the morning as he didn't care if the uniform he wore the
next morning was his or mine, and when I'd protested about this he'd just
muttered "What the fuck does it matter?  There's sweat and cum and a bit of
piss over you anyway....".  Still. There was nothing we could do about it
so I pulled my uniform up, settled my dick and balls nicely in place, and
we all went out to the exercise yard.

There was a buzz of excitement during the afternoon when guards came out
and interrupted our training to take Mike away - he asked what for, and all
they would say is that "the new boss" had demanded his presence.  He didn't
reappear for dinner, and I was alone in our room when the door was
unlocked, and they pushed Mike in.  He was in a bad way - worse even than
when he'd had a really vicious bout in the arena: his face was bruised and
one of his eyes half closed, he was covered in sweat and blood, and as he
fell on to the mattresses I saw that his back, butt and thighs were a mass
of bruises and the tell-tale red stripes of the cane!

"What the fuck....?"

"Shut up, Steve.  Don't ask.  And have we got any of that soothing cream?"

I knelt beside him massaging the cream into his battered body, and
remaining silent.  I knew Mike would tell me about it when he was ready.
Under my hands I could feel his muscles start to relax, then he cradled his
head in his folded arms, and gave a great sigh.  "Those fucking
bastards....", he muttered.

"Come on, Mike, tell me about it.  You'll feel better if you do.  A trouble
shared is a trouble halved, as they say...."

"That so-called buddy of yours, Jason, he was in charge.  He said he needed
to see me pleasuring a woman, and I thought that was going to be OK: you
know I like fucking, and I'm not embarrassed at doing it in front of
another guy.  There were some of the guards around, too, but so what?
They'd just be envious, I thought, when they saw my body in action and
they'd be wishing they were me when I stuck it into her!  Jason told me to
strip and I stood there in front of them, then Jason told me to kneel in
front of them all and jerk off!  Well, I mean - you know I don't mind
jerking off in front of you (and with you!), but having a whole bunch of
guys watching you is something different.  So I told him to fuck off, and
to bring the bitch on."

Mike sighed, and moved a bit under my hands.  "That's when he hit me for
the first time - he had one of those canes, and he brought it down across
my butt.  I turned to attack - well, you know how it is, it's just reflex
for me - so they tasered me.  When I'd recovered, your fucking buddy simply
said again 'Kneel down, and show us how you jerk off.'  Well, if I didn't
do it the first time, I wasn't going to do it the second, was I?  So he hit
me a few times with the cane, and then when I went to grab it, the tasers
again...."

"When I recovered, he just looked at me and said that he was losing
patience, and that as he didn't like to give orders repetitively, he
wouldn't waste his time.  So they gave me a good kicking, he beat me again
- all over this time - and when I'd given up even trying to stop the blows
and was just lying there, they threw cold water over me to revive me.  The
fucker said that either I jerked off for them immediately, or they'd kick
me again - but he's a fucking sadist, if you ask me, as he said he'd
ordered the men to spare my balls before, but that now the kicking would
focus on them and did I want to live the rest of my life as a eunuch?"

Mike's voice dropped a bit now, as if he was really struggling with it.
"So I did, Steve, I did.  I knelt there and jerked off for those bastards
to see.  I had to give in, and you know how I hate that."

I rubbed my hands down over his butt to massage more of the soothing cream
in, feeling his muscles tense and relax as I did so.  I waited, as I
thought he needed to tell me in his own time what had happened.

"Just as I was about to shoot, he ordered me to catch my cum in my hand,
and then I was made to slurp it down."  He half turned to look at me.  "I
mean, there's nothing wrong really in eating your cum, is there?  I
sometimes do it to avoid making a mess on the blankets, and I guess you do
too having lived in barracks and places like that?"  I nodded.  "It's doing
it with other guys watching, and being made to do it, Steve, that's what
hurts."

"Anyway, they kept me kneeling there and then they brought the bitch in."
Mike's voice was really low now, and he was having problems telling me
about it, his words coming falteringly.  "She was really old, Steve.  Old
enough to be my mother, I reckon.  I was supposed to 'pleasure her' they
said, and I had to start by kissing her!  It was awful - she tasted of
cigarette smoke and cheap gin, but all of them kept giving me instructions,
about how they wanted to see my tongue down her throat and stuff like that,
and if I faltered they slashed at my butt with a cane - I was still naked,
remember.  It went on and on, until your buddy said he'd had enough and he
wanted to see my tongue really at work...."

I thought I felt Mike almost sob, then, even quieter, he went on "I had to
undress her, Steve, and it was disgusting - sagging tits, almost down to
her waist, and they made me play with them.  Then of course...."  He
stopped, and I could feel his shoulders heaving.  I knew I had to help him.

"You were supposed to excite and arouse her with your tongue?"

"Yes.  For twenty minutes.  I thought I was going to vomit."  Mike stopped
again.  "If that wasn't bad enough, though, what came next was worse!  I
was ordered to fuck her - and the said they wanted to see a lot of
action.... Me on top of her, kissing her and fondling her tits as I fucked
her, just as if she was one of the bitches we usually have and not some old
hag."

Mike just lay there then, silent.  "So?  Go on.... What happened?"

"They made me play with my dick whilst they all watched - including her.  I
mean, you know me, even when I've just shot I don't find it all that
difficult to get hard again, and although it took a long time, I did.  But
as soon as my dick went inside her....."  Mike's shoulders were heaving
now.  I stretched myself down to lie alongside him, put one of my legs over
his and my arm across his shoulders, to comfort him.

"Go on, Mike, you can tell me... We're real buddies.... We don't have
secrets from each other, do we?"

"There are some things a guy can't tell even his best buddy, Steve."

"Come on, Mike... If you don't tell me, it will only fester inside you...."

"No, Steve."

"Let me say it, then.  You lost your erection, right?"

Mike lay there silent.  I felt his body trembling as we lay together, then
he muttered "Yes."

"Is that all?"

"All?  All, for fuck's sake?  What do you mean 'all'?"

"Oh come on, Mike, guys get failed erections all the time."

"Not me!  I don't.  I'm a real male...."

I slid my body along his - the analgesic oil made it easy, and rather
sensuous.  I ran my hand underneath him.  "Well you don't have a problem
now...."

Mike turned his face towards mine, then with a lightening-fast gesture put
his hand behind my head, pulled my face towards his, and began to kiss me
deeply.

We broke for air after a few minutes.  Mike was grinning.  "You know,
Steve, kissing you and feeling your body after that old hag is a real
treat.  If I didn't know myself better I reckon I'd think I was gay."

End Of Part Sixteen