Date: Fri, 4 Mar 2005 08:07:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Spoils Of War, Part 11

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

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Part 11

I was expecting to feel the sting of the cane on my
ass at any moment.  I had no idea what it was going t
o be like, as of course no one had ever done anything
like that to me before.  But I suspected that it was
going to  hurt - really hurt - and I braced myself for
it.  No way was I going to cry out and show that
fucker that he had actually hurt me!  It was utterly
vile, I thought.  One man didn't have the right to do
this to another - caning him across his bare ass.  I
mean, our courts had outlawed that sort of thing early
in  the twentieth century, and now this bastard was
going to do it to me, and there wasn't a blind thing I
could do about it.

Was it going to be the Colonel himself who was going
to cane me, or was it going to be Lewis?  At least if
it was him, I thought he might try to "pull the punch"
a little.  So when I heard the Colonel say, in that
deep commanding voice of his, "Lewis, you'd better
start...", I felt a bit more hopeful.

I couldn't move my head as my snout ring was holding
me down, but I could feel Lewis's presence behind me -
he brushed against my naked legs with his shorts, and
then, to my astonishment, I felt him groping between
my legs, trying to get at my dick!  I moved my feet
together, and pressed my thighs closed so that he
couldn't get in.

"Open your legs, Spike", Lewis snapped, and when I
continued just to stand there, there was a hash slap
on my butt.  This wasn't what I was expecting - it
hurt, sure, but it wasn't the kind of stinging pain
that I was expecting from a thin, springy cane.

"Spike, open your legs - I need to get at your dick",
Lewis murmured, as if he was hoping that the Colonel
wouldn't hear him.  "I don't want to have to use the
cane - come on, man, trust me..."

What the hell did he mean, about not wanting to have
to use the cane?  But I guess I did kind of trust him,
after all he'd been OK up until now.  I shuffled my
feet apart, and felt Lewis's hand move between my
thighs.  There was a tingle of excitement as I felt
his hand scrape over my balls, and then he took hold
of my dick, and started to stroke it!  What the fuck
was going on?  He carried on stroking me, and in spite
of the shame and the humiliation I was feeling at
being held down like this and having a guy stroking my
dick, I couldn't help but start to spring a boner.
"Come on, Spike, that's a good boy....", Lewis
whispered, and he started to do things with my flange
and my piss slit, sliding a finger nail over them,
that almost drove me wild with excitement.  No one had
ever done anything like this to me before, and at one
level I was horrified, and at another, I found it
somehow very exciting indeed.

My erection was now rock hard, and Lewis was jerking
me off, I realised.  Well, if this was the
"punishment" the Colonel was meeting out, I guess I
could survive it, I thought.  I couldn't help moving
my hips, though, and almost raising myself off the
horse, up and down, in synchronisation with Lewis's
work on my dick.  "Yes, Spike, you like this, don't
you...", Lewis was crooning, softly, almost, so that
perhaps I could only hear.  And at one level, the
answer had to be "yes".

It was bizarre.  No one had ever jerked me off before.
 If anyone had even gone so far as to suggest it, I'd
probably have attacked them.  And yet there was
something so different, so strange, about having
another man jerking me off that I felt I was going
almost wild with it - my dick was flooding my brain
with sensations, and part of the thrill was that it
wasn't under my control:  I mean, when you're jerking
yourself off, you know how you like it, don't you?
You do the kind of strokes, varying the speed and the
pressure, that you like.  But Lewis was just doing it
without any of that feedback - his hand was grasping
my dick really hard, and he was stroking up and down
absolutely without regard to whether it was fun for
me, or even whether it was verging on hurting me.
Somehow it was all completely erotic - especially as I
was totally helpless, totally powerless to stop him.

The tension and the pressure was building up in me,
and I knew I was going to cum.  Almost in spite of
myself I moaned "Yes, yes, yes...", and felt my dick
go into that wonderful jerking spasm as my cum shot
down it and out.  And then I started to shout "No, No,
No!", as Lewis continued to stroke me:  I've got one
of those incredibly sensitive dicks that just wants to
be left alone when it's shot, and now Lewis was
continuing to go at me, and that strange mixture of
intense, gut-wrenching pleasure, and intense,
gut-wrenching pain was flooding through me!

"Excellent!", I heard the colonel say, presumably to
Lewis.  "He's really charged sexually - look at the
way he was enjoying you using his dick.... And a
sexually-charged guy makes a much better fighter!"

"No, I wasn't", I shouted.  "I hated it.  I don't want
men making me cum..."

"Oh, Spike... You're lucky I'm in an indulgent mood
this morning.  An outburst like that from a slave
normally warrants a caning at the very minimum.  But
I'll tolerate it, as it was your first time.  And
you're wrong, you know - believe me, as someone who
knows, you did enjoy it - you liked having Lewis
stroke your dick, or, even if you won't admit it to
yourself, you actually found it exciting."   Changing
his tone, he went on "OK, Lewis - get on with it.  I
haven't got all day...."

I felt Lewis's hand in the small of my back, as if he
was trying to control me, and heard him almost whisper
"OK, Spike, hold in there now... This isn't going to
hurt...."

He was doing something to my butt, and then I felt
something warm, something firm, pressing at my ass
hole.  Instinctively, I clenched my sphincter muscles,
and tried to close my legs to prevent entry - but
Lewis's legs were between mine, and he half-kicked at
my ankles to keep them apart.  "Come on, Spike", he
muttered, "It's only a finger... Let me in, Spike....
Pretend I'm the base doctor, giving you your annual
physical....  You've had a finger up your ass
before... Let me in.... It's for your own good...."

I hated it, but somehow I trusted Lewis.  And, anyway,
there's no way you can stop a guy's finger going up
you, if he's really determined, is there?  I felt it
slide into me, and unlike the base doctor, this seemed
somehow easy.  It slid in and out a bit, and it
actually felt OK, almost pleasurable, even, and I sort
of settled down onto the horse, letting my muscles
relax.

"That's right, Spike.  Just relax, now...."

I winced slightly, as a second finger joined the
first, and then relaxed again as Lewis continued to
probe and push, slip and slide, gently and carefully,
up my ass.    But then the pain began - well, not
pain, exactly, but a sensation like I'd never known
before.  Rather like when you've been a bit
constipated, and when you do finally go, there's a
huge, thick turd trying to force its way out.  I
groaned, as that seemed the right thing to do - it
wasn't crying out kind of pain, but it was
uncomfortable.

"Easy, Spike", Lewis went on, kind of stroking the
small of my back, as if to both encourage me and show
his control.  "Almost done.... I've just been
stretching you a bit... Try to relax, Spike... Pretend
you're trying to shit.... Don't fight it, go with
it... It's for your own good, to get you properly
relaxed and stretched and well lubed...."

What the hell was he talking about? And then I
realised, with horror, why all this was being done:  I
was going to be fucked!  The moment this realisation
struck me, I panicked.  I started to buck and squirm,
as much as I could with my shoulders firmly lashed
down to the horse.  I tried to kick out, but Lewis's
strong legs were there to prevent it.  And I started
to shout "No, bastards... You can't do that to me...
Leave me alone....".  I could feel my heart racing,
and sweat was pouring off me.

"Right, Lewis", the Colonel said calmly, totally
ignoring my protests.  "Enough of this.  Get in there,
and get it over with... I haven't got all morning."

Lewis withdrew his fingers, and snapped smartly "Sir,
yes, sir!".

I felt a kind of rustling sensation against my calves,
and realised that it must be Lewis's shorts falling to
the floor, as his legs were still positioned between
mine, to stop me closing them.  I could feel the heat
of his legs against mine, and now he pressed closer.
His hand s were on my butt, and it was as if he was
prising the huge muscles there apart.  He leaned
forward, and I could feel his body pressed against
mine now, and his breath on my bare back.  Then that
incredible "something", something warm and hard,
pressing at my asshole,  sliding around, trying to
locate it properly in my ass crack - and as it did so,
waves of sensation went through me, and I heard myself
almost whimpering "No... No... No" - but did I mean
it?  I'd never felt anything like this before, never
had these incredible feelings running through me.

Lewis's calm quiet voice came to me, "OK, Spike,
relax.... Now don't fight it....  Push out as if
you're going to crap again....  One big push...."

I didn't do anything, actually, but could feel his
dick thrusting at me, stabbing, almost, as it fought
for entry.  Then Lewis gave a big grunt, the pressure
on me eased for a moment, then he thrust forward and
his dick rammed itself in to me.  I shouted out,
partly in surprise, partly in pain, and partly with
pleasure.

"OK, Spike.... Now, just take it easy, and enjoy
it...", Lewis muttered again, and slowly, very slowly,
so that I felt as if I could feel every millimetre of
him, he started to push his dick into me.  It seemed
to go on for ever, and I was now sweating profusely,
writhing around as he pressed on, and making
incoherent noises as my brain was so totally
overloaded with what was happening to me. At one level
it hurt, with a hurt like I had never known before;
and at another level, it was so new, so surprising, so
totally erotic that I wanted to give myself over to it
totally.  Finally, it all stopped, and I was just
conscious of something warm and hard and soft and
totally "filling" in my.  Lewis's legs were hard up
against mine, and felt hot.  Something scratchy,
almost, was at my butt, and I knew it must be his wiry
pubic hair.  He had his dick totally buried in me, as
far as it would go!

Just as I was getting used to the sensation of having
a man inside me, buried deep in my, holding me down so
that I was even more powerless than I had been before,
Lewis began to move, and new waves of feeling went
through me as he slowly almost withdrew his dick - and
then slowly, gently, inserted it again.  I couldn't
help it - I gave a moan, a sound, a feeling, that came
from deep in side me.  Lewis responded by almost
sighing, and whispering "Easy, Spike, that's it...."

He carried on like this for two or three of the most
exquisitely exciting interludes I had ever known in in
my life, until the Colonel's voice broke into my
reverie.  "OK, Lewis.  I haven't got all day, whilst
you take it gently!  Ride him hard now, very hard."

At once Lewis changed his technique, and the fulcrum
about which my sensations of pain and pleasure were
rotating changed too:  Lewis started to pull out
quickly, then slam back in to me so that there was a
"slap" as his body collided with mine, and I fancied I
could almost feel his balls crashing into me.  At the
same time I began to cry out, as this hurt:  it was
still somehow exquisitely enjoyable, but now every
thrust sent a wave of hurtful pain from the delicate
membranes of my ass hurtling toward my brain.  My
cries began as loud grunts each time his body slammed
into mine, then turned into almost incoherent cries of
"Ah, Ah, Ah ..." with each stroke.  I could hear Lewis
shouting in time to this, too, going "Yes, Yes,
Yes....." until there was a great  shout of "Fuck!"
And time seemed to stand still for an instant - it was
as if Lewis had pulled out and plunged back in for one
last final great thrust, and now remained there, deep
inside me.  He fell forwards onto my back, and I could
feel his hot sweaty body lying there on top of me -
his heart was racing, and his lungs gasping to take in
the air.  Somehow, in spite of the humiliation and the
pain, it felt right - this was what men did together;
this joining of two strong, virile male bodies was how
it was meant to be.

I'd have stayed like that for a long time, but the
Colonel snapped again "OK, Lewis.  The fun's over.
Well done - pull out and take Spike to get cleaned up:
 I've got other things to do today, not just watch you
fucking, pleasurable though that is!"

I felt for one last time the wonderful sensation of
Lewis sliding out of me, and then lay there, now
feeling a little chill as my own sweat evaporated and
Lewis's body was no longer covering mine.  I could
feel something warm and wet trickling down the inside
of my thighs, and realised that it must be Lewis's cum
leaking out of my hole, and this started to make me
blush with shame.

Lewis came to undo the strap holding me down, and a
dreadful smell assailed me - as he moved, I saw his
rapidly detumescing dick was covered in my shit and
slimed with his cum.  He undid my snout ring from the
clip holding it to the horse, and muttered "OK, Spike,
on your feet...."

As I turned over and sat up, I realised that it wasn't
just cum inside my thighs - there was a dark brown
stain slowly making its way down my legs, as more of
my shit mixed with his cum and my sweat leaked away.
The vile smell came to me again, and this time from my
own body.  I stood there, almost paralysed, wondering
what to do.

"OK, men, out of here!", the Colonel snapped, and
Lewis scrambled to pull on his singlet and shorts,
thrusting mine at me, his whole posture urging me to
do the same.  I stood there almost numb,  and I was
almost in a daze as I pulled the skimpy garments over
me.  Lewis put his hand on my back, almost at my neck,
and ushered me out of the office, and it was only when
we were in the corridor that I felt the shorts chafing
at me, and knew that the slime leaking out of my ass
had soaked them and that anyone looking at us must see
the dark stain spreading on the grey cotton.

I could barely jog, it was so uncomfortable and I was
so ashamed, but I just followed Lewis as we made our
way  back across the campus to the barrack block.
Inside, Lewis guided me into the showers, and we
stripped off, and went together under the blissfully
cleansing water.  I stood there, soaping myself,
scrubbing away at my ass, as if in some way this
continuing ritualistic action would somehow make me
clean again, would make me whole once more.  The
euphoria I'd felt for a few moments as Lewis had
fucked me had totally gone away, to be replaced by a
sick dread as I realised I'd been raped, and a great
feeling of shame as I remembered how I had enjoyed it.
 Lewis finished showering, and stood there for a
couple of minutes, just looking at me.

"Come on, Spike.... Towel off now."

"Fuck you....", I managed to stutter.

"Hey, Spike, cut that out!  I' m in charge of you,
remember?"

"And you fucked me...."

"Hey, let's have some proper respect here, Spike."

"Fuck you!  You shouldn't have done that....."

"Spike, cut that out!  It's not as if there's any harm
done...."

"You've fucked me, and you dare to say there's no harm
done...."  I advanced on Lewis, the water spraying off
my naked body, and he backed away.

"Spike, there's no harm done!  All I did was fuck you,
after all.  You're still in one piece, you're not
damaged, you've got ten fingers and ten toes, two
arms, two legs, two eyes still.  So stop being a wimp
and quit whining!    Sure, I fucked you.  But where's
the harm in that?  And what did you expect me to do,
when the Colonel ordered me to?"

"You could have refused.  And you didn't just fuck me,
you raped me - I didn't want it...."

"And what good would that have done?  If I'd disobeyed
the Colonel, all that would have happened is that I'd
have got whipped, and he'd have got someone else in to
fuck you.  You've forgotten, Spike, that he owns you,
and if he wants you to be fucked, then you will be.
And, as I said, there's no harm done, is there... Your
ass is probably very sore now, as it's the first time.
 But that will wear off, and there's no harm done...."

"Stop saying that!  You raped me.  Of course there's
harm done."

"What kind?"

"I'm not a man any more.  I've taken dick.  Men don't
do that!"

"Oh grow up, Spike!  Where have you been all your
life?  Of course men take dick.  They take it all the
time.  Most guys really enjoy it, once they've got
over their stupid prejudices."

"Well I'm not going to do it again...."

"Spike, you are!  Every time the Colonel orders it.
And, as I said, you'll get used to it.  You'll get to
like it.  And you don't have any choice.  And you'd
better get used to it, too - it's going to happen to
you when you fight...."

"What do you mean?"

"You're a gladiator now, right, no longer a novice?
And they've put you on the second channel immediately.
 Well, on the second channel, all the fights are
'adult' ones:  you 'fight to the fuck' - the bout
isn't over until one of you fucks the other.  So
unless you're going to win every fight, you're going
to get fucked in the arena.  And, of course, you're
going to have to learn to fuck the losers."

"No!  I don't go with guys..."

"You mean you used not to.  Now you have to do
whatever you're ordered - you're a slave, remember?  A
slave here at Gleeson's Gladiators."

"No!....."

"Spike, let me give you some advice.  You're a young
guy, and providing you don't do anything stupid,
you'll have a good life, even as a slave.  But the
Colonel doesn't tolerate any nonsense or any
insubordination - he's like the worst, most demanding
officer you ever had command you in the Corps, except
that he can order punishments that the Corps never
dreamed of.  A whipping that flays the hide off your
back is far, far worse then being sent to the brig.
You'll never recover from it.  So just think, rather
than reacting in such a stupid way."

"But sarge, I can't take dick, I can't fuck a guy... I
don't like it."

"Have you ever fucked ass, Spike?"

"No!"

"So how can you say you don't like it?"

"Because it's unnatural, sarge...."

"Don't be so fucking stupid, Spike!  How can anything
that two men do together be 'unnatural'?

"Sarge, sticking my dick up another guy's ass...."

"What's unnatural about that?  Lots of guys do it all
the time.  I bet you sometimes gave it to those girl
friends of yours up the ass....  So what's different
about a guy's ass from a woman's?"

"No I didn't!  And I'm not going to.... It's not
right...."

"Spike, I told you to cool it, to stop and think!
Apart from the risk of punishment, think about your
ass for a moment... And think about my dick.  Now my
dick just went up your ass, right?  And, OK, it hurt
the first time.  But you did enjoy some of it, didn't
you?  I could tell by the way that your body was
reacting... And all that moaning you were doing....
You enjoyed the thrill as I slid in and out, didn't
you?"

I started to blush a bit, as I knew he was right, but
didn't want to admit it - not to him, and not to
myself, either.  I just stood there.  So Lewis went on
"Think about it, Steve.... The size of a guy's dick,
the size of an ass, the way the ass stretches to
accommodate it... It's designed for it, isn't it?  And
when it is stretched nice and tight, you get that
great feeling as the dick slides in and out... You
know that's right, don't you?  And, believe me, it
feels just as good for the dick, too.  So if it all
works mechanically, just as if it was designed to do
so, and if it's a lot of fun for both guys, how can it
be wrong?"

As he said this, I thought back to those nights when
I'd slid my dick between young Dylan's thighs.  It had
felt good to have it like that, and I'd forgotten that
Dylan was a guy, almost.  But there was no way  I
could fuck a gladiator, another big, strong guy like
me.

Lewis looked at me, then said "Look, Spike, I have to
look out for you, right?  That's what I do, I'm in
charge of our little group.  I can see you're upset,
but you've got to get over it, got to move on.  And
you're going to have to learn to put these stupid
prejudices to one side, and learn to be easy about
your body.  Come on....."

He turned and strode out of the shower, and I went to
pick up a fresh singlet and shorts.

"Don't worry about that, Spike - come on, back to the
bunk room...."

Well, it wasn't unusual to walk around the place
naked, to and from the showers, as we were all guys
together after all.  So I followed him, back across
the hallway into our room.

"All the other guys are at 'work' now, Spike, and
we're alone.  They won't miss us if we don't go out
yet to join the exercises, so let's work on your
stupid prejudices."

"No, sarge, I'm not going to be fucked again.... I'm
not tied down now, helpless, so you could rape me...."

"And I'm not going to, Spike.  You've got a sore ass,
I know - it's always like that the first time, even
though the Colonel is really good about getting virgin
guys properly lubed and stretched - some owners would
just have you fucked dry, as they'd like to hear the
screaming and shouting.  But the Colonel's a
considerate owner....  No, I'm not going to fuck you
again.  But I think we ought to explore this whole
body thing together, and see why you're so scared of
perfectly normal man on man stuff..."

I went to protest, but he took me by the arm, kind of
in control as usual, and pushed me down onto his bed.
  I lay there as he stripped off his singlet and
shorts, then stroked his dick, to make it hard.  I'd
seen him like this before, of course, as when we all
got out of our bunks in the morning most of us were
sporting our morning woods - but I'd never seen Lewis
deliberately stroke his dick before to make himself go
erect.  Somehow that act seemed to be very erotic,
very special - I mean, sometimes you've got to be
naked and sporting a wood in front of other guys, but
to make it happen deliberately.... Well, that's a
whole new ball game.

Lewis lowered himself to lie half beside me, half on
top of me - it was difficult to be anything less than
intimately close in the narrow bed.  Other than Dylan,
I'd never been naked this close to another guy before,
and Lewis was totally different, as his body, like
mine, was hard and muscled.  He reached out and took
my hand, and placed it on his dick, now hard and
almost stabbing at my belly.  At first I tried to shy
away from this, but the firm but insistent pressure of
his hand on mine gave me no choice.  I'd never felt
another guy's dick before, and as  I touched Lewis
some sort of strange thrill went through my fingers -
I mean, you're used to feeling your own dick, aren't
you?  But another guy's is somehow very different -
you can feel the blood pulsing through it as it
strains skywards;  it's warm, and slightly moist;  and
in spite of being rock hard, somehow there's that
lovely soft silk-like covering.  I just couldn't help
starting to stroke it, and as I did so I felt Lewis
getting more and more turned on - well, I guess you
do, when your dick's being stimulated, don't you.

Look, I didn't really think I ought to be jerking
Lewis off, but he didn't seem to mind, and somehow the
thrill and the excitement of having his hard body
pressed into mine, and the way his dick was starting
to twitch as I moved it, just made me go on.  And, of
course, the inevitable happened - Lewis started to
moan softly as I worked at him, and then I felt that
quivering starting in his dick, that quivering that
soon turned into those little shocks, and my belly
tingled as Lewis's cum shot out and hit me.

End Of Part Eleven