Date: Mon, 30 May 2011 11:08:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Reluctant Gladiator, Part 36

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

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We must have looked a superb sight when we arrived back in front of the men
lounging around the pool.  We were, after all, men who had been selected
for our looks and who had then exercised and trained hard.  We almost
instinctively lined up with Jamie next to Darren, and Luke next to me, and
I put my arm around Luke's shoulder as if to "protect" him from the world -
his skin was hot next to mine and I could feel him trembling slightly as he
was clearly tensed up.

"Right!", said the surgeon.  "Shall we begin?  You two brothers
first... Get over here!"

Darren shook Jamie's hand in a gesture of support, and I took my arm from
around Luke's shoulder.  "Go on", I told him quietly so the men wouldn't
hear.  "It will be OK - Jamie will remember you're his brother and won't
fuck you hard."

I could feel him trembling even more now, so pushed him gently forward,
giving his bare butt a friendly pat to encourage him.

The two brothers stood there in front of the audience, and I have to say
they were a splendid sight - they were very alike in their bodies, and it
was only Jamie's more developed musculature that really distinguished them
- I guess that in a couple of years that difference would disappear as Luke
finally matured fully, and it was even possible that he'd end up an inch
taller than Jamie - his lithe body had that "look" of a colt who was still
waiting to put on a final growth spurt.

The surgeon was in charge now, and he didn't even ask me if it was OK to
proceed.  Instead he told Jamie and Luke to move amongst his friends so
that they could have a proper "pre-show inspection".  At first the men
seemed content to sit and watch as the two lads moved around, but once one
guy had tentatively put out a hand and stroked Jamie's butt, it was as if
some sort of "permission" had been given.  Soon both lads were being
properly "inspected" as you see slaves being at a dealer: the men were
running their hands up and down their bodies, fingers pressing into the
musculature to test the power, tweaking their nipples, and then, as if
growing in confidence as Jamie and Luke stood there and simply took this
degrading handling of them as if they were some sort of prize beasts at a
livestock show, they began a more "intimate" inspection.  They had Luke and
Jamie stand back to back, their shoulders and butts pressed close to each
other, and two of the guys stroked them to erection.  Photographs were
taken of them standing there with their dicks jutting proudly in to the
air, and then they were told to turn around and move slowly towards each
other - it seemed that the audience had been taking bets on which of the
two had the longer dick, and rather than measuring them both, they had
decided that it was easier to make a comparison: Jamie and Luke had to
shuffle forward until the tip of a dick pressed into a belly (it was a
draw, actually - they both made contact simultaneously!).  Finally both
were then ordered to bend over and pull their buttocks apart, so that the
men could see their arseholes - and I could hear them discussing how Jamie
had evidently been "used" more than the younger one who looks as if he's
almost a virgin".  I could only imaging how Luke and Jamie must feel to
hear this sort of comment about their most intimate parts.

One of those big rubber "exercise" mats was housed in a cupboard close to
the sitting area, and the surgeon ordered Luke and Jamie to drag it out.  I
didn't like the way he was ordering my slaves around like this, but there
wasn't a whole lot I could do about it, except that I told Darren to get
over and help them (so differentiating me a bit from the slaves).  It was
quite large and very heavy, and I think the men all enjoyed seeing the
naked bodies as they tugged and struggled to lever the unwieldy thing in to
position.

"Right!", said the surgeon.  "We want to see wrestling, not boxing.  Proper
wrestling - like the Greeks did".  As he said this he turned to is guests
and added "And we have them wearing traditional costumes for this, as you
can see.  Let's imagine ourselves back in Athens, preparing to watch two
fine young athletes perform for us naked, as would have been the case all
those centuries ago."

"So it's two 'falls' - both shoulders pressed on to the mat - or a
submission, to end the fight.  And stay on the mat - that can count as a
fall."

Jamie and Luke went and stood on opposite sides of the thick rubber, and
both of them started to stretch their muscles and do proper "warm" up
exercises - that's one thing we'd all learned to do at the School. Not only
does it help you fight better, but especially if you were doing one of the
small "intimate" displays, the audience likes to see it (as indeed they
were doing here - the men had all repositioned their chairs to be grouped
around the mat, and were now leaning forward as if they wanted an even
better view).

When the surgeon gave the order to "Fight", I have to say I was proud of
both of them.  Jamie was an experienced fighter as I've told you, but even
in his short time at the School Luke had acquired a lot of expertise.
Although Jamie's history and his more developed body ought to have given
him a relatively easy victory, Luke was more nimble and took advantage of
this to duck and weave a lot, keeping himself out of Jamie's grip as much
as possible.

Both men were sweating profusely after a couple of minutes of course, and
if anything, this gave Luke a bit more help as Jamie found it harder to get
a grip on his brother.  Even so, it seemed clear that Jamie's stronger body
and greater experience would give him the victory.

After five minutes the surgeon called a break, and it was interesting to
see that both Jamie and Luke adopted a "power" stance - they stood there
facing each other, hands on hips with their fingers pointing down at their
groins, elbows out in that aggressive way you see men adopt in bars when
they're squaring up for a fight..  They were sweating profusely and
breathing heavily as they recovered from the heavy exercise, and the sweat
started to gather in little rivulets and run over their muscled torsos -
some ran down their dicks and dripped on to the mat, making it look as if
they'd not shaken themselves properly dry after pissing.

The audience was gesturing at the two of them as they stood there and
talking amongst themselves, and to the surgeon.  They seemed to reach some
sort of mutual agreement, as the surgeon told the young slave (who had been
watching as intently as the rest of us, and was actually quite excited by
it judging from the fact that he was erect - well, I guess most of the guys
would be hard, too, except that in their casual clothes they had the luxury
of concealing the bodily reactions!) to fetch something, and a few moments
later he appeared with a plastic container of cooking oil.

"We've decided to even things up a bit", the surgeon told Jamie and Luke.
"Oil yourselves well with this...." He tossed the container to Luke, who
easily caught it. "It will make it harder for the bigger one to use his
strength to crush the younger one.  So give yourselves a good coating -
indeed, we'd like to see you oiling each other."

Luke could see the advantage he'd get, so he enthusiastically poured a lot
of oil over his brother's shoulders then began to spread it out vigorously
all over Jamie - bending down to give Jamie's butt, thighs and legs a
really heavy coating.  Jamie seemed a lot more reluctant to do the same to
his brother, but after a short time both brothers were glistening wit the
oil and their sweat - and the massaging had had another effect, too, as
both of them were now semi-erect.

Purists will object, I know, when I say that I think seeing wrestlers
coated in oil gives a better show.  Sure, it's not proper wrestling as they
have much less ability to do hold skilfully.  But there's something
intensely erotic in seeing slicked muscles gliding over each other, and it
makes for a faster and much more lively "show" as it's impossible for one
to "hold" the other for more than a few seconds.

The surgeon let them grapple for twenty minutes, by my reckoning, by which
time it was clear both were nearing exhaustion as there was less and less
"movement" and it was not nearly so exciting.  So he called a halt, and
gestures for Jamie and Luke to stand one on either side of him.

They stood there, breathing very hard now, their chests rising and falling
as their lungs strove to recover.  They had adopted that aggressive stance
again, and now it was even more erotic as both men were rampantly erect - I
guess it was the effect of their bodies sliding over each other, rather
than the thought that one of them was going to have to fuck his brother!
The surgeon addressed his friends "I think we can say there's not going to
be a 'fall', so we need to decide which of these men is the winner."

He held Jamie's arm in the air and I could see Jamie start to smile as he
reckoned he was going to be declared to have won, but the surgeon shouted
"All those who think this one was best, raise your hands....".  Some of the
men - about half I suppose did.  He then did the same for Luke, and again
about half the men raised their hands.

"I reckon that's a draw!", he shouted, and the men all roared back "Sure",
and "Yes!" And stuff like that.  Holding up his hand for silence he
continued "So as you know, the bout was going to end in the proper way,
with the winner fucking the loser.  So as we have a draw...."

Some of the men shouted out "We want to see a fuck...."

"...so as we have a draw, I think the best way is for each of them to fuck
the other!".

This announcement was greeted with cheering from the men, and looks of
dismay from both Jamie and Luke.  I could see why Jamie was looking pissed
off as he'd been confidently expecting not to get fucked, but Luke wasn't
looking happy, either - surely he wasn't worried about having to fuck his
brother?

It was decided that there would be a shot break so that the young slave
could refresh the men's drinks, and I went over to Luke and Jamie.  "Cheer
up!", I whispered to Luke.  "You've been fucked before, and Jamie'll go as
easy on you as he can."

"Steve, I can't fuck Jamie...."

"Why not?  You're a gladiator, he's a gladiator.... Forget you're
brothers...."

"It's not that, Steve.... But I've not done it before....."

"You were in the barracks for months...."

"Yes, and most of the older gladiators fucked me.  And of course I sucked
all of them off.  But I've never fucked another guy.... I don't know what
to do...."

"You had a girl friend before you became a gladiator, didn't you?"

"Yes, but that's different...."

"No, believe me - I used to have women, too.  It's not different, it's
better.  But it's a lot the same.  Pretend you were going to fuck her
'doggy fashion', stroke your dick to make it really hard, position the
tip... And thrust in.  You'll meet a lot of resistance, but just push hard.
And once you're in, it's easy - just fuck away!"

Luke looked as if he didn't believe me, but I added "Just forget Jamie's
your brother.  Just see a gladiator who you've fought, with a nice ass, and
fuck it!  Oh... And Luke.... As it's for 'exhibition' and not just for
'fun' , when you think you're about to cum, remember to pull out, and shoot
your cum all along Jamie's back - the audience like to see that. Then
squeeze the last drops of cum out of your dick as you stand there, and then
whilst you've got a bit of erection left, push your dick back in - if
you've been fucking hard, Jamie's hole will be open so it won't be
difficult.  And, believe me, going back in like that is a fabulous
sensation...."

Jamie took control then, deciding for himself that he was going to fuck
first, and put his hands on his brother's shoulders and pushed him down on
to his knees.  Jamie stroked his dick to make it even harder, then stabbed
it towards Luke's lips.  "Right, little brother - suck on this", he almost
snarled.  "This is going up your ass, and you need to get it well lubed."

Frankly, Jamie's treatment of his brother got worse after that.  He made
Luke gag and choke as he forced his dick right down his throat, then pulled
out, and very roughly pushed Luke's shoulders down on to the oil-slicked
mat.  I'm not going to excuse him - I assume he knew his brother was still
an anal virgin and really ought to have gone slowly and carefully.  But, on
the other hand, you've got to remember that Jamie was a trained gladiator
and everything he'd learned at the School and in the humiliating private
displays we'd had to do latterly had conditioned him to drive and thrust
hard when he fucked a defeated opponent; and of course his hormones would
be raging after that fight.  So it's perhaps a little understandable that
Jamie was soon shouting and crying out in terror and pain as Jamie
pitilessly fucked him, fucked him hard.

It didn't go on for long, though: you've got to remember that when you
fight as a gladiator you're already really keyed up from all the bodily
contact, so it doesn't take much fucking before you need to shoot.  Jamie
pulled out, threw his head back and roared with triumph and excitement as a
big slick of creamy white cum was sprayed all along Luke's back.  The men
all cheered as this happened, and Jamie did the right thing as he squeezed
his dick the express the last drops of cum, and then thrust back into his
brother; the men cheered even louder.  He then collapsed forward, not
minding the cum all over Luke's back, then put his head down and bit hard
into Luke's neck, just above where it joins the shoulder.  Yes, I know a
lot of us winners like to "mark" a vanquished opponent like that, but I did
think Jamie had gone too far as this was not a really "serious" bout in the
arena - but, I suppose, it's hard to turn off those reflexes when you're so
keyed up.

Both men got to their feet then, and Jamie stood there smiling, idly
stroking his rapidly detumescing dick.  Luke angrily wiped away the tears
that had been running down his face and turned to face his brother.  "OK,
fucker", he snapped.  "On the mat.  On your back! It's your turn to get it
now."

Jamie went to protest - perhaps he'd forgotten that he, too, was going to
be fucked - but as he did so some of the men in the audience began to shout
at him.  So, almost as if he was in a daze, he sat down, then stretched
backwards to lie there, his body glistening in the sun from the oil and
sweat that covered it.

I suppose it was Luke's experiences with his girlfriends that made it more
"comfortable" for him to fuck Jamie in the missionary position - he soon
had Jamie's ankles in his hands and had raised them up and pushed them down
and forward over his brother's body.  There's a problem with that though
when the other guy doesn't really want to take dick, as we all know - you
need both hands to hold his ankles as he won't co-operate and hold them out
of your way.  And that means you haven't got a hand free to stroke your
dick that one last time and get it properly positioned to go in.  And you
might even have to "help" your dick a bit if the guy is really tight or if
you're not absolutely rigid and hard.

Luke didn't seem to have a problem, though - whether it was through sexual
excitement at having his first real fuck or because of his anger at Jamie,
his dick didn't seem to need further stimulation - in fact it was giving
those little jerks of its own that mean you're really excited, and I began
to think that he might shoot a load without even entering Jamie's ass!  He
seemed to realise his problem with positioning though, but he shuffled his
knees around a bit and I could see his belly muscles tighten as he pulled
backwards before shuffling forward a bit more.... Then almost savagely,
with all the power of his muscled body, he stabbed forward.  Jamie's scream
rent the air as Luke's dick battered its way into him, and this only seemed
to excite Luke as he at once began to pound backwards and forwards - I
could hear the "slap" sound as his body slammed against his brother's on
each thrust even above Jamie's cries of pain and distress.  The watching
men had all gone silent, though - you might have expected them to be
cheering and shouting as mildly drunk guys do when they're watching sex,
but I think that they could sense that this was something special going on
here - something primordial and savagely raw, as one man demonstrated his
total dominance and control over another, another who as his elder brother
might have been "in charge" most of his life.

A hard fuck like that can't go on for long, as the sensations are just too
extreme, but even in his sexual frenzy Luke evidently remembered my
instructions, as he pulled back so that his dick came out of Jamie, then,
allowing one of Jamie's ankles to go free (Jamie was not now resisting,
almost as if he had learned to accept his subservient status), he reached
down so he could stroke his dick a couple of last times then position it to
shoot his load all along Jamie's belly and chest - and it certainly was a
load, not only in terms of the initial spurt, but because he continued to
pump shot after shot out.  He paused briefly, a look of pure triumph on his
face, then plunged back into this brother one last time - Jamie had ceased
to struggle or fight, and as Luke's butt bobbed up and down a few more
times (I guess Luke was a bit like me in that its actually quite painful to
touch my dick after I've shot, and so these last few strokes are an intense
mixture of ecstatic pleasure and acute physical discomfort) Jamie's legs
wrapped loosely around his brother's waist in total surrender.

We all watched, still in silence, as Luke pulled out, then threw himself
forwards onto his brother.  I guess we could all imagine what it would feel
like to have out hot sweat and oil slimed body pressed close to another,
and to feel our dicks and balls pressed into Jamie's.  Then Jamie cried out
once more as Luke sank his teeth into his shoulder - he'd evidently learned
his lesson well!

Luke got to is feet then and stood over his brother, his feet on either
side of Jamie's waist.  He massaged a couple of remaining drops of cum from
his dick so that they dropped onto Jamie's chest, then almost
contemptuously planed his hands over his body so that Jamie was showered
with sweat and oil.  He was laughing as he punched the air in triumph, and
the watching men - me included - could no longer contain ourselves: we
roared and cheered as if we were trying to share in his triumph and his
passion.

Something happened then which caused us all to quieten - it was as if Luke
came to a realisation of what he had done to his brother, and began to feel
remorse, or shame, or something.  His smile vanished, he looked down at
Jamie sprawled under him, then reached down to take Jamie's hand and help
him to his feet.  Both brothers then stood there looking at each other,
until as if they were in some how magically synchronised, they fell into
each others arms and hugged each other as if they had been separated for a
long time and were meeting again.  It's a scene you see all the time at
airports, except of course that they were both naked and we could sense
their dicks pressed together and the heat of their bodies as their arms
pulled them close and tight.

They came out of their embrace, then stood there side by side facing the
men, completely proud and unashamed of what they had done.  They looked
sideways at each other and smiled, as if saying "We're two men, two equals,
proud of our bodies and our fighting skills, and contemptuous of you men
who need to watch us for a turn-on rather than being able to do it
yourself."

The young slave brought towels and the brothers stood there wiping each
other down, smiling and laughing a little as they enjoyed the release from
their tension and gloried in the splendour of their bodies.  They then went
and sat side by side in the shade, arms companionably around each other, as
they waited to see what was going to happen next.

The surgeon gave orders for the young slave to refresh the audience's
drinks, and Darren and I stood there waiting - I felt the familiar tension
in my muscles and the dryness in my throat as my body prepared itself for
fighting.  I wasn't worried about losing as I was so much more experienced,
and stronger and heavier, than Darren (who anyway was hampered by his leg):
even with one hand tied behind me I was confident that my greater strength
and experience would prevail.  If anything I was concerned that when I
fucked him afterwards there was simply no way that I could exhibit the
passion that Luke had - it would be a good, solid "workmanlike" fuck as I
still had pride in being a trained gladiator (and, anyway, I'd fucked
Darren before as an experienced gladiator exercising his rights over the
younger ones and had enjoyed it); my concern was that the watching men
might think that I was not a "real man" if I showed less enthusiasm than
Luke had!

Darren and I stood there, shifting our weight from leg to leg, sweat
breaking out under the hot sun.  The surgeon raised his had for quiet, then
said "I don't think that we can clean the oil from the mat with out a lot
of tedious waiting around, so I propose that we have our next pair, Steve
and Darren, fight oiled up too".  There was cheering form the men as he
said this, and my heart began to race: it's anyway much harder to beat a
less powerful opponent when you're covered in oil and can't grip him
properly, and now I began to think that there was a real possibility that I
might not win at all, as with only one free arm any "holds" would be all
but impossible.  Still, I could hardly protest, could I?  I mean, there was
no way I could show these men that I was apprehensive, was there?

The young slave brought the oil over to us and Darren and I began to coat
each other with it.  "Do you want some up your arsehole, Steve?", Darren
muttered as he bent close to me.  "It will make it easier on you when my
dick goes in...." .  A lot of young gladiators can be cheeky like that to
us experienced guys - it's almost part of the pre-match ritual - and as I
would normally do in such circumstances I slapped him hard on his butt to
remind him of his status... Possibly it was harder than I meant because of
the tension I was under, as the sound of my hand on his flesh echoed
around, and a few of the men shouted things like "Cheat!" and "Bully!" - I
guess that's one of the hazards of these shows to amateurs, rather than to
the more sophisticated and experienced audiences in the arena who better
understand the dynamics of the male interaction that goes on before a
fight.

The surgeon then called one of the men out of the audience, and my heart
fell again as this guy was evidently some sort of experienced bondage
fetishist - I guess I'd been thinking that there would be a belt or
something around my waist and my wrist would be cuffed to it, and it
wouldn't hamper me all that much.  But this guy advanced on me smiling and
confident, and holding in one hand, with a sort of easy practised
assurance, a thick coil of white rope.  "Stand easy, boy", he snapped at me
and I wanted to hit him for using that derogatory term to me as I was a
free man just like him, not a slave.  But something held me in check - I
suppose it occurred to me that I didn't want to piss him off in the hope
that he'd only tie me loosely.

I might as well have told him to fuck off and show me some respect for all
the difference it made.  Within seconds he had the thick rope around my
neck, under my armpits, and around my chest and was pulling tightly on it:
I had a band above and below my pecs which were therefore forced forward
into even greater prominence than normal, and as the end of the rope
brushed against my nipples as he worked, they became almost painful as they
were so erect!  He was tying some large, elaborate knot high up between my
shoulder blades, and I knew there was no way I was going to wriggle free or
even loosen the rope's grip on me.

He stood there for a moment or two, turned me around once or twice to
exhibit his craftsmanship to the other men, then said casually "Which hand
do you wank with, boy?"

Without thinking I replied "The left!", and realised my mistake - he'd know
I was left handed, and would therefore presumably leave my right hand free.

"Left arm out", he ordered, and I had no option but to obey and then stand
and watch as he expertly wrapped not only my wrist but most of my arm in
rope, too, finishing off at the elbow.  "Behind your back now", he said,
and very reluctantly I moved my bound arm to do as I had been told.

Far from being held somewhere around my waist, I now realised that my arm
was going to be held up high on my back - I tried to resist, but once he
had my bound arm roped to the "harness" around my pecs and shoulders, there
was noting I could do - I guess he'd made some sort of "double" arrangement
so that he had the mechanical advantage you get when you use a pulley
block, as there was no way that even with my greater strength I could
prevent him from pulling my arm higher and higher.  It began to get quite
painful and I curved my back and thrust my chest forward to try to ease
myself a little, but this was exactly the wrong thing to do - as soon as he
sensed any slackness in the rope, he pulled it tight so that my arm was
even higher now.  He seemed satisfied eventually and I had to stand there
as he tied another elaborate knot to hold me, then he grabbed hold of my
"harness" and pushed me forward to move amongst his friends so that he
could show them his artistry and handiwork!  I was completely powerless to
prevent him displaying me like this as he had some sort of grip on the rope
behind me and at the slightest sign of resistance on my part he pushed at
it and my arm was in agony!  As a sort of finale as he led me back towards
the mat he slapped me - hard - on my pecs and their helplessly protruding
nips, and as I yelped and flinched, he gave a small bow to the watching men
as much as to say "See, I'm an ordinary guy and I've got this big tough
gladiator totally in my power".

I'm not going to describe the fight to you.  It was so totally unfair.
With my body painfully contorted, my arm immobile, and with both our bodies
slicked with oil so that any slight advantage of weight or power I might
have had been nullified, Darren was of course the winner.  Sure I did my
best, put up a good fight in the hope he might make a mistake, but he was
agile, tough, and determined, and there as simply no way I could finally
prevent him from pinning me down twice and being declared the winner.

He pushed me to my knees and ordered me to suck his dick, and when I seemed
reluctant he simply reached out and tweaked one of my nipples, so cruelly
thrust out because of the bondage. It's no big deal to suck a guy's dick, I
know - I've done it lots of times of course - but being forced to suck a
younger guy watched by a crown of cheering men makes it very different.  He
didn't make me do it for long, though - I suppose he was worried that he
might shoot - and stopped me, holding my head pressed into his crotch as he
waited for the surgeon to give further instructions.

I heard the surgeon asking for "votes" on how I was to be fucked as I knelt
there feeling the heat from Darren's belly and thighs against my body, and
heard them decide that they wanted to see a "traditional" doggy fuck: I was
totally under their control and could not even choose how I was going to
get fucked - I guess that's how a sex slave feels all the time, but I
wasn't used to it.  Darren let my head go and I pulled away, and he ordered
me to my feet (yes, ordered me, the arrogant young fucker: I reckon he'd
forgotten why we were doing all of this!)  They'd cleared a space on one of
the low tables in the middle of the men, and I was pushed towards it and
made to kneel on it.  Darren walked around inspecting me, then whispered so
that the men could not hear "You aren't going to like this, Steve, but it's
best for you....", then shouted to the watching crowd "Do you want to see
him wanked first?"

There were cheers of approval and Darren wanked me in the way I hate - he
stood behind me as I knelt there, reached between my thighs and pulled my
dick backwards and upwards, squeezing my balls between it and my thighs.  I
ought too have protested.  I should just have got up and walked away from
this humiliation - no one of them could really stop me, and I was a free
man, after all, not a slave who would have to take it.  But I couldn't - I
guess that after all those years of being a gladiator and living by the
"code" I was conditioned to accept that as the loser in a bout I had to
take what's coming to me.  My shame and anger lessened and turned into
something else, something sexual, as he began to stroke me, and I couldn't
help respond as his oiled hand slid up and down my equally slimy dick - but
evidently this wasn't good enough for Darren as to further cheers from the
men, he pushed a finger up my arsehole and began to feel for and then
massage, my prostate.

He got the young slave boy to crouch by him to catch my cum, and as I knelt
there, spent and gasping from my orgasm, I had the further humiliation of
seeing the boy carry his cupped palms around to the watching men so that
they could view my ejaculate.  As if it it wasn't bad enough to be wanked
in front of them, now they were examining my cum as if I was some prime
beast at livestock show, who had been forced into ejaculation so that
potential purchasers could assess its semen.  Some of them were pretty
disparaging when they compared it to the gusher from Luke, and that really
piseed me off: I was a lot older, after all, and hadn't had such a great
fight to get my juices really flowing.  And, anyway I reckon I was at least
two hundred percent more virile than they were!

I won't tell you about the utter humiliation after Darren pushed my head
down onto the table and barked at me to get my ass high in the air - how he
stood there sticking first one finger, then two, and finally three up my
ass so he could use my cum to lubricate me.  He stood there then and had
the young slave boy rub the remains of my cum all over his erect dick as
all the men craned forward to watch, then came behind me, slapped my butt a
couple of times to "get me ready" as he told them.  He rode me long and
hard - I was soon grunting in time to the rhythmic slap of his thighs
against my butt as he fucked me.  I didn't want the men to know that I was
in trouble and really wanted to shout out with pain as his vigorous dick
ploughed me, and I managed to stifle it down to those grunts which, I
suppose if I was being brutally honest, are actually some deep sexual
response ass well as an indication of distress - I'd often heard guys make
those noises as I'd fucked them, after all.

All the time he was fucking me he kept one hand curled around the rope
holding my arm high up my back, forcing me to keep my face right down, and
I guess he must have looked a bit like a cowboy riding a bucking bronco,
holding the reins in one hand for more control.  He even paused briefly
occasionally so he could slap my butt as if "encouraging" me to give him
greater pleasure, and my whole body flushed deeper with embarrassment as
the men in the audience responded with cheers and shouts as he did this.

I sensed his climax was near as his thrusts became even harder and deeper,
then there was a merciful relief as he pulled out.  I was expecting to feel
his hot cum splashing along my naked back, but he swiftly came around to my
face, and before I could stop him he'd pulled me up by the hair and shot
all over me - I was so surprised that I had no time to react, and just
knelt there with his cum rolling down my forehead and cheeks.  The audience
of course went wild at this, and Darren clearly "played" to them as he ran
a finger down my cheeks, collecting his cum, then snapped "Suck it, Steve!"
As he pushed it towards my clenched lips.  As hateful as it was, that
"code" cut in again and I knew I had to obey him as I had lost the fight.

The young slave went around refreshing the men's drinks, and the four of us
were left to our own devices for a few minutes.  Luke and Jamie came over
and joined Darren in undoing all the fiendish knots that were holding my
arm behind me, and suddenly I think Darren recognised what he'd done.
"Sorry, Steve...", he muttered.

I was going to tear him off a strip, but stopped myself just in time as I
realised how utterly ridiculous I'd appear to Luke and Jamie - how often
had I lectured all the young gladiators about behaving properly, about
respecting your opponent, and in living up to the gladiator code?  And now
here I was about to shout at Darren for what he'd=d done, when he had after
all only been doing what any gladiator who won a private bout would do.  So
I held out my hand and shook his and said, as cheerfully as I could "Good
fight!  Well done.", and, funnily enough, I started to feel better.

I wanted to go and dress then, but the young slave came over and said the
surgeon wanted to see me.  I stood there in front of him and he said "So
bring him in on Wednesday and we'll do the operation.  It will only need
one night in the hospital, and you can pay them when you get there."

"Pay them?  I thought we were doing this fight to pay you!"

"You were, Steve.  You have paid me my fee now, in advance.  But the
hospital is a different matter!"

I had no money, as you know, and stood there dumbfounded.  Jamie had heard
this and did not have as much control as I had as he roared "Scumbag,
cheat....!  We were fighting for Darren... You are meant to fix him...."

Some of the men heard this and came over, and Jamie blurted out the whole
thing.  In spite of the surgeon reassuring them that he'd only agreed to
waive his fee and the hospital was something else, they didn't seem
entirely convinced.  One old guy came and stood next to Luke, put his arm
around Luke's shoulders and said "This fine young man has really
entertained us.... They all have, I know, but this young man's performance
was exceptional.  I think we'd all like to see him in action again,
wouldn't we?"

His fellows all shouted "Yes!", and "Sure thing!" And stuff like that, and
the old guy said to me quite easily, as if it was the most normal thing in
the world "I understand you're his owner - will you allow me to hire him
for the remainder of the afternoon to perform for a select few of us, in
exchange for us paying this hospital bill?  I'm on the board of governors,
and I'm sure there will be no problem."

I was going to ask Jamie what he thought about it, but remembered that I
was a free man and the owner of the three lads.  I'd already been
humiliated enough in front of these men, and did not want to appear weak.
So I braced myself, and responded "A most generous offer, I think.  You can
use all three of my slaves whilst I shower, then take a swim in that
fabulous pool, and have a drink."

End Of Part Thirty Six