Date: Wed, 21 Mar 2012 04:55:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Reluctant Gladiator, Part Forty Three

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

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When they came out of the shower Ryan still looked angry, but he ignored
Mike as he pulled on a pair of slave shorts that Luke handed him - he
seemed surprised that he didn't get any underwear, and then tugged at the
waistband to try to pull them higher.  It was futile of course: one of the
things I'd realised is that people hiring a gang of slaves to work actually
enjoy seeing the male body in action, and therefore when I bought the
shorts for the guys I had deliberately selected relatively low-rise ones.
I reckon I got a lot of the 'come back tomorrow too' type of business
because the customers relished seeing the hard flat bellies of Mike, Jamie,
Darren and Luke, and when the guys were working at stuff that needed them
to bend or crouch there was the added excitement of the tops of their ass
cracks peeping out.

Ryan had stuff of his own from the bag he'd brought with him the night
before, but I insisted he left it behind, pointing out that we could only
succeed if we really did look like a gang of slaves with their owner, and
that an expensive leather travel bag full of designer clothes really wasn't
the thing.  I had a change of mind then though as it occurred to me that I
might as well have the bag for my things, and that although I was more
muscular than Ryan some of his stuff might fit me and that would further
enhance my image as an owner: if you think about it, any guy who could own
five good-looking fit slaves as I supposedly had was indeed rather rich, as
slaves like that did not come all that cheap in the slave markets.

We had a bit of a scramble then as there were some things we needed to do
before the bus left - like buying another ticket for Ryan, and then going
to an ATM to max out his cards before his dad learned he'd gone and had
them turned off.  I insisted that I had the cash as it would look wrong for
a slave to be carrying a few hundred new bucks.  We also stopped at a pet
and slave store so that I could buy Ryan a collar - he needed to look like
a slave and there was not time to get him tattooed like the others.  He
really didn't like the feel of the heavy steel links around his neck and
questioned me when I insisted that the lock was secured permanently with
the special little tube of instant adhesive.  "You're lucky that I'm seen
to be a caring owner", I told him, "So that you have a loose chain collar
like this.  Most owners of labouring slaves elect for a solid iron collar
and until you get used to it and your body is 'worn in' there's constant
rubbing and chafing until the patches of hard skin on your collar bone
form".  He wasn't convinced, though, and said that the lock need not have
been sealed, and I had to remind him of the need for authenticity - some
curious do-gooder might see an improperly fastened lock and call the cops.
I suppose Ryan was now seeing that his rather romantic idea of running away
as a slave might not be quite as glamorous as he had thought.

The five of them looked close to rebellion though when we went to board the
bus - they simply didn't believe that all the tickets in the slave
compartment had been sold and that therefore Ryan was using mine and I was
travelling 'on top' as a freeman should.  Jamie glared at me and muttered
that he thought it was a plot, as I hadn't slipped into 'slave gear' before
leaving for the bus station and buying the extra ticket.  "Don't be so
fucking stupid", I told him.  "You know I always travel with you guys.  I
like being with you, and I'd have especially liked it on this trip - it
will be the first time we all get to really know Ryan."

"Why couldn't we keep the truck?" Jamie demanded.  "At least we were all
together then."

"Because it was close to breaking down and wouldn't make the long journey
we're doing now - it's taking too long doing only fifty miles or so every
week, so I've been hoarding our money, and we're going to put a fair it of
distance on today.  We'll see what we can buy at the other end by way of
transport" I glared at him as I was tired of my decisions constantly being
queried like this and added "Or if there's a whole lot more debate I'll
simply hire a bike and you guys can run behind in a proper coffle!"

I also insisted that Ryan call his dad as I was worried that the cops might
start a protracted search for him, and he stood there at the phone for a
couple of minutes before coming back to us, looking pretty angry.  "He said
I'd be back soon enough as he knew I couldn't manage in the real world
without his money", Ryan told us. "And that when I did he'd expect me to
apologise and get married the following Sunday.  So screw him - I'll show
him that I can work just as hard as the next guy..."  He looked a bit more
cheerful then though as he told us "Still, the cops won't be coming after
us!  I told him I caught a bus last night and was well away from here - so
if there is any searching, it will be miles away."

The bus was boarding then and I watched as the five of them squeezed
themselves into the male slave compartment.  Another owner was supervising
the loading of a couple of bitches, and he and I then climbed the steps to
the free man deck, and happened to sit next to each other.  There's a
problem, isn't there, about bus travel and what you do to the guy next to
you?  You don't want to totally ignore him, and yet if you do start a
conversation there's always the possibility that it will be terribly
boring.  So I did my best to mostly ignore the other guy except to respond
in monosyllables to anything he said for most of the morning.  As we neared
the stop where there was to be a two-hour layover for lunch and to allow
connections to me made, though, he said "Good looking slaves you've got
there - all of them."

I nodded, and he went on "Would you consider hiring them to me over lunch,
for a fee, of course?"

"What for?"

"I'm a dealer - in a small way - and I've sold my two bitches in an on-line
auction to a client."

"I didn't think that's possible - surely owners want to touch and feel the
merchandise, which is why there are so many dealers on every main
street..."

"It's all a matter of price, like so many things.  Slaves are more
expensive in a dealer's store as there's all the overheads of running the
place.  And then there's sales tax - most states have a premium rate of
twenty percent as they know owners need to buy slaves...  But by buying
over the 'net you avoid all that and get a much lower price."

"But even so, a slave is so kind of individual..."

"Yes of course.  But we have a really comprehensive guide to the slave on
our website, thirty or forty photos from every angle and of every part,
totally comprehensive measurements, and of course live sessions where the
slaves are on videocam and prospective buyers can ask for them to
'perform'.  Then of course potential buyers look at the seller's feedback
on the auction sites, and that gives them confidence that the descriptions
are reliable."

I nodded.  "So why do you want to hire my guys?"

"It's all to do with this feedback thing, and the description of the goods.
It was only this morning that I realised that I'd described the bitches as
having been under a stud and therefore potentially with pup - some owners
of course want a slave who's in pup as they get a second property for much
the same price, and the breeding laws can be tough in some towns.  We're
lucky here that an owner has a lot of discretion when it comes to breeding
his property, but where we're heading there's a big fee to pay - another
way the bastards take money off the ordinary guy - and a lot of red tape
about health checking and so on.  Fortunately I didn't describe them as
actually in pup, only that they'd been under a stud, so I've got some
wriggle-room, but I do need the bitches to have been studded.  Seeing your
five slaves there gave me the idea that we might have a little fun at lunch
time - I'll pay a reasonable price, and we can enjoy watching..."

I thought about it and knew that only Mike would consider doing it as he
still claimed to miss fucking bitches.  So I said calmly "There's only one
of them that can do that.  The biggest one, the oldest.... But he's very
experienced, and in two hours he could cover both."

"Are the others tied off or infertile then?  What a pity - it must reduce
their value..."

Without thinking I said "Oh no, not at all.  But they don't go with
bitches.  They all prefer other guys."

The man stared at me.  "I had you down as an experienced owner, someone
properly in control of that gang of five.... What's their preference got to
do with it?  Anyway, I've got my studding kit in my bag, and they can be
made to perform..."

"Of course I'm in control!  But sometimes it's best to go with the flow, I
find - it's much easier to control a gang of slaves who are sexually bonded
to each other."

I didn't like the potential way this conversation could go as he still
might start claiming that my guys were not being properly managed, and that
could of course lead to all sorts of complications.

"So then, what's the problem?  Irrespective of what they 'prefer', simply
order them to do the business.  And as you've got four of the younger,
smaller ones, they would be the best: we can put two of them to each bitch.
And I anyway think the big one might breed a big pup, and that causes
potential problems for the owner of a bitch as the birth can be
difficult... And of course older slaves are not as virile."

Oh, fuck me!  This was getting worse and worse.  I knew that a 'real' owner
of a gang of travelling labouring slaves wouldn't hesitate to take the
guy's money, so in a desperate attempt to shut him up I foolishly named a
price which I thought was a lot of bucks - but being inexperienced in all
of this I evidently didn't go high enough as the guy at once accepted.

I really wasn't looking forward to the stop, and fortunately the first out
of the compartment was Mike.  I explained the dilemma - that I had to look
like a proper slave owner - and what had happened, and a big grin spread
across his face.  "Well done, Steve!  A couple of bitches... That will be
great..."

"No, Mike.  Not for you.  Their owner thinks you're too big, and too old.
He wants Jamie, Darren, Luke and Ryan - two to a bitch.  There'll be
trouble..."

"You're fucking right there, Steve.  They'll never agree to it.  And I'm
not happy, either - you should have insisted that I got a chance.  I
haven't had sex with a bitch for ages...."

"You've got to make them, Mike.  We're in this too deep."  I turned to
watch the other owner unloading the itches, and he waved cheerfully at me.

"No fucking way, Steve! It's not possible."

"Mike, you used to get the young gladiators to do all sorts of stuff when
you were Champion.  Are you telling me you've lost the knack, that you
can't control the others now?"

"No, of course I haven't..."

"So prove it!  I'll tell the other guy that you're my gang boss and that
you help me control the other slaves.  I'll keep him talking for a few
minutes and you explain the situation to the others."

The only good thing about this whole mess was that when I spoke to the
other owner he agreed that we should go off and find a secluded place in
the wooded area around the rest stop.  "I don't want my bitches damaged",
he told me "so I reckon that if we can find a picnic table that will be
best - they can lie on it and your slaves can do it standing up.  I had
some trouble a few weeks ago when some brute who'd been hired as a stud did
it with them both on the floor and almost crushed the bitch as he lost
control of himself as he shot and let his body fall on her."

I don't know what Mike had said to my guys but they were looking pretty
rebellious when we lined them up in front of the bitches.  I saw that there
was an angry red mark right across Jamie's face, and I guessed that that
had something to do with it.  Darren looked apprehensive, Luke seemed to be
on the verge of tears, and there was something close to panic in Ryan's
eyes.  I went over and spoke quietly to them.  "Look, I know you all
probably don't want to do this, but there's no way that an owner like me of
a bunch of fit slaves like you would turn down the money this guy is
offering.  We've got to go ahead with it, to avoid suspicion..."

"You've sold us?" Ryan blurted out.  "You're turning us into whores,
there's...."

His raised voice had caused the other owner to turn, and seeing this Mike
took a step towards Ryan and the next moment Ryan was on the ground -
Mike's backhanded blow to his face had caught him totally unawares and
unlike a trained gladiator who is used to taking punishment like that, it
had floored him.  Mike stood above him looking pretty menacing and he
snarled "Shut the fuck up, boy!  How dare you interrupt our master."

"Trouble?" the other owner enquired.

"Oh no.  You expect young guys like these to be a bit rebellious at times:
it's their hormones.  I think slaves work harder if they're allowed to keep
their balls, but there can be a price to pay in terms of discipline -
you've got to remember that these guys aren't docile house slaves, but real
tough workers.  That's why I have a gang master, as I told you: Mike there
is older and wiser and knows that I need to be obeyed, and he saves me from
having to do a lot of the tedious grunt discipline myself."  I forced a
smile and went on "And anyway you should be glad - with their hormones
raging you can e sure that they're fertile..."

"How right you are.  So can I take a proper look at them?"

I saw what he meant, and snapped "You four - get naked."

Mike hovered close to them and that seemed to crush any rebellion, and it
was only me who heard him say in a low voice "Are you scared, Jamie?
Fucking do as Steve says and set a good example...", which did the trick as
Jamie would never want to be accused of cowardice.

They stood there in front of us then and Jamie and Darren showed their
gladiator training as they adopted that stance that you do when patrons
were looking you over before a fight - one foot slightly in front of the
other, arms tensed to emphasise the muscles but hanging loosely at the
side, bellies sucked in and braced so that the bands of hard muscle showed.
I saw Luke and Ryan watching, and was pleased to see that they did their
best to adopt the same sort of position.

"Those two are brothers", I told the owner, indicating Jamie and Luke, and
the other two are not related.

"Well I think we'll have both brothers servicing one of my bitches then -
they are both pretty handsome, so whichever one sires the pup it will
probably turn out well.  And the other two can do the second bitch.  Are
they experienced?"

"In fucking, yes.  With bitches - no." I said truthfully.

The guy produced a leather collar with some straps on it, and approached
Jamie.  "May I?" He asked me, and I nodded.

The collar went around Jamie's neck and was buckled loosely - not so tight
as to constrict his breathing - then the man raised Jamie's arms (with some
initial resistance until Mike took a menacing step forward) and used the
straps to fasten his wrists to the back of his neck.  "There!", he told me.
"With a stud restraint on there ought not to be a problem, even though he's
not experienced.  Will you allow me to conduct the thing, my good sir?"

I shrugged and nodded.  I wasn't certain what it involved, but the guy
seemed to know what was needed.

We all watched as he led one of the bitches over to a picnic table and
ordered her to lie on it, then fussed around so that she was positioned
with her legs spread and her ass was hanging over the edge.  Then he walked
over to Jamie and to my astonishment grabbed hold of his dick, and almost
dragged him over to where the bitch was spread.  Jamie was not in any
position to resist, of course, as with his arms out of action and the guy
using his dick as a handle he could only acquiesce.

"Right, boy", we heard him say.  "Your owner tells me you know how to fuck
guys and it's much the same - and to make sure there's no mistake I'll
guide you into the right hole!  Now..." As we watched he began to stroke
Jamie's dick, and of course Jamie responded as you'd expect.  He was then
led again to stand right behind the bitch, and we saw the guy fiddling
around - and then take a step back and aim a big, open-handed slap at
Jamie's ass.  Jamie shot forward with the sheer unexpectedness of it, and
the bitch gave a little shout.  It then took the guy only two or three
attempts to get Jamie fucking by standing behind him and gripping his hips
and pulling him backwards and forwards - after that it was as if some
automatic reaction took over and he stood there fucking away just as if it
was a guy under him.

Jamie's always a bit vocal when he's having sex, so it was no surprise when
he finally threw his head back and arched his back to thrust himself right
in and shouted "Fuck me, yes.... Yes....", and then stood there, breathing
very hard.  He went to pull back, but the owner stood behind him with his
hand on Jamie's sweaty back, just above his ass crack.  "Stay in there,
boy", he told Jamie, "You need to give your little swimmers the best chance
possible."  There's no way Jamie could not have pushed back against the
hand on him, but I guess it's that psychological thing - feeling a hand on
your bare skin sort of holds you in position.

It was Darren's turn next with the second bitch, and it was somehow
touching to see Jamie standing there in front of Darren for a few seconds
muttering a few things, then leaning forward to kiss him gently.  "Those
two are lovers are they?" The owner asked me, and I nodded.  "Touching,
isn't it - seeing a big strong slave like that reassuring his fuck buddy."

I suppose it was, actually, but I really didn't want to enter into a lot of
conversation as I wanted it all over as quickly as possible.  As we watched
the same process with Darren, I noticed that Jamie had gone to stand next
to Luke and had his arm around Luke's shoulders, and was whispering
something to him. I'd never put Jamie down as being so caring, so his
behaviour with Darren and Luke was a pleasant surprise to me - although it
did remind me that I had on several occasions thought that Jamie's
generally belligerent manner did conceal a softer side that he took a lot
of trouble to hide from the world - perhaps that's what five years of
gladiator training and fighting does to you.

Luke performed well, as far as I could judge, but when it came to Ryan
there was a difference - for one thing, he was already erect as he stood
there, and I realised he'd been that way since Jamie had started.  He
muttered something to the owner and walked towards the bitch without having
the stud collar fixed, and guided himself in to her and began fucking
without any need for intervention.

"That boy seems to know what he's doing", the owner commented to me.  "Have
you studded him before?"

"No.  I only got him very recently, so I haven't really had a chance to see
him in action."

"You could make some money with him, I reckon.  He's a lot more of a
'college boy' than the others, who look a bit 'rough'.  And he seems
willing enough.  Is he going to cause trouble with your other slaves?"

"Why?"

"Well the other three clearly like guys.  Putting him in with them, there
may be trouble..."

"Oh I don't think so.  That's not been the case with Mike - my gang master
that is, the big slave - when I first got him it was because he'd been
enslaved for some sort of fucking with a bitch that had gone wrong - she
claimed it was rape, apparently.  But now there's no problem with him being
with the other guys."

"He's got a great body.  Can I change my mind and ask you to let him fuck
one of the bitches?  It would be fun to see him in action..."

"Oh I don't think so..."

"Surely you'd welcome the opportunity to make sure he's still functioning
properly with bitches?  Who knows, you might want to stud him at some
point, and if he's forgotten how to do it, it could be embarrassing... Us
owners need to plan ahead, don't we?  Most owners would think that a slave
like that should be kept up to the mark..."

I wondered if he was getting suspicious about me as an owner again, so I
smiled and said casually "You're right, of course.", then turned to Mike
and called out "Your turn now, Mike.  Strip off and get stuck in - you can
choose which one...."

"Fuck you, Steve, no..."  Mike snapped.  "It's fucking humiliating."

I stood in front of him and hissed "How is it more humiliating for you than
for the others?  And you like bitches, after all... Now do as I say, before
the guy gets suspicious.  And don't react when I do this...."  Ad I stepped
back I slapped Mike hard - viciously hard - across the face, causing him to
reel but not to lose his balance.  He stood there running his hand across
his cheek then, really looking angry.

"Sometimes I think I give him too much latitude", I told the owner.  "He's
useful for controlling the others slaves, saves me a whole lot of trouble,
but on occasions he gets above himself."

"It's good to see you're firm with him though. Why don't you teach him a
real lesson?  Show him that he's just like your other slaves?"  As he said
this the owner handed me the studding collar, and I thought for a moment.
I had no guarantee that Mike would go through with it and I really didn't
want a scene.  So I took the thing and walked back to Mike, stood in front
of him and stared right into his eyes as I muttered so that only he could
hear "Sorry about this, but your outburst has got us into a potential
difficulty, so it's your own fault..."

Even when you're really close buddies with another guy - and Mike and I
were as close as you can get, as you know, there's something different,
something exciting, something really erotic about putting a collar on him
and then fastening his wrists so that he's almost helpless.  I could feel
my erection pushing at my pants and it was almost painful - and it hadn't
happened when the other four had been fucking, I realised, only now.  I
felt the pre-cum must be showing through the fabric of my pants as I was
leaking so much as I then pulled down Mike's shorts - and again I was
amazed at how totally exciting it was to be doing this here with all the
others watching: we've undressed each other loads of times, but never
before like this.  I stroked his dick and fondled his balls encouragingly
and, as he always does, Mike was almost instantly ramrod hard.  But then I
chickened out - I didn't want to lead my buddy over to the bitches and
become involved in a sordid studding.  There was no away that I could
insert Mike into one of the bitches, I realised.

I turned to the guy and I was almost stuttering with confusion as I said
"Over to you, sir... I'll allow you to select which of your bitches he's to
go with...", and then I stood there in relief that I hadn't had to do this
to Mike, as the owner grabbed his dick and led him over to begin to stud.

We only had time to grab a sandwich to take on to the bus with us as all
this had taken up most of the time at the rest stop, and there was no time
to go to the other counter and grab rations for the guys and bitches so the
owner and I shepherded them into the slave compartments without food.  I
was very concerned, but the other owner said simply "Oh they won't die of
starvation - it's only four hours to the next stop.", then added "Shall we
put them all in together?  One of your slaves and that big one seemed to
like studding... As soon as they recover they could do my bitches
again...."  Fortunately I did not have to reply as the bus driver was
standing there and told us "I'm sorry, gentlemen, but the company rules
require males and females to travel in separate compartments.  Personally,
if it was me, I'd let them enjoy themselves, but the company operates
across the country and there were complaints from those pious folk in the
bible belt who thought it was immoral for slaves to indulge in the sins of
the flesh, and so the company introduced the segregation rule and it's more
than my job's worth to knowingly allow it to be broken."

I was a whole lot more bucks richer as the owner handed over the stud fee
to me, then as we sped trough the countryside he asked casually if we were
stopping at the next town.  I told him we were going further, and he said
"That's a pity.  I don't have to hand the bitches over until tomorrow, and
if you'd been stopping you and I...."  I started to say that frankly I
didn't particularly find him attractive and wouldn't want sex with him when
he continued "...could have had fun with them tonight."

I was so surprised that I blurted out "But they've been fucked twice
today...."

"Oh come, sir, they can be bathed and cleaned out.  And two gentlemen like
us can then surely enjoy ourselves...."

I was glad when he finally left, and heaved a sigh of relief that the last
leg of the journey would be in silence.

End Of Part Forty Three