Date: Tue, 8 Mar 2005 23:40:44 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Spoils Of War, Part 14

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

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Part 14

My "lessons" with James continued for just over a
week.  On the second morning  was almost looking
forward to it - he seemed a nice guy, and it was
certainly better than having to race around the
assault course in the driving, cold rain that was the
weather for that day, which is what all my room mates
had to do.

He hardly said a word, but handed me his jacket, which
I now folded and placed carefully in the corner, just
as I had the previous day.  I stood there, acting like
a valet, and he smiled.  "You're a quick learner,
Spike.... But I'm afraid we have to move on.  I like
to take it a bit slower than this, but the Colonel has
told me you have a fight scheduled, and so we need to
really cut out some of the time going through the
preliminaries.  I'm sorry about this, old chap, as
it's much more fun for both of us if we do it
properly... But you're his property, and if he wants
you finished off quickly, well, that's what's got to
happen to you."

"Strip those clothes off, Spike, then, and let's not
waste any more time...."

I did as he said, and we stood there, looking at each
other.  "I'd usually start with a bit more fondling
and kissing today, then some more gentle cock sucking.
 But I'm afraid there's no time for that.  And I don't
like doing this really, but I sense that you're still
a bit temperamental about these things.... So turn
around, there's a good chap...."

I did as he said, and he gently pulled my hands behind
my back.  Then, before I could react, something cold
went around my wrists - he'd cuffed me!  As I reacted,
trying to pull my hands free, he put his arm around my
shoulders, looked me straight in the eye, and said
"Calm down, Spike.  I'm sorry about this - but we're
having to skip ahead....  And a lot of my students
find the second and third cock sucking lessons a
little difficult at the best of times.  It's in your
own interests to be cuffed, so  I can control you
better, as if you were to do anything foolish then
we'd have to punish you.  Now down on your knees...
And let's start where we left off yesterday, with you
taking my scent and then massaging my dick a little
with that lovely tongue of yours...."

It all sounded so sensible, and what possible reason
could I have for refusing to do today what I'd done
yesterday?    So I knelt down, moved my face into his
crotch, and once again breathed in those musky scents
of his maleness.  As he had before, after a time he
pushed my head away and looked down at me.  His smile
had vanished, replaced by a more serious look.

"Sorry about this, Spike....".  As he said this, he
threaded a leather string, rather like a thick
shoelace, through my snout ring, and held both ends.
I watched almsot in amazement as he held me there as
he used his other hand to jerk himself into a hard
erection, then told me to open my mouth. I hated the
tightness of the leather string through my snout ring
making a tension in my nose, and being unable to move
my head.

Well, this was no gentle cumming onto my tongue - he
rammed his dick towards the back of my throat, and as
I started to gag and choke because of his presence in
my mouth and throat, he held onto the leather string
tightly so that I couldn't pull my head away.  I
tried, of course - when you're spluttering and
retching your body tries to do everything it can to
remove the problem - but with my hands cuffed ,and the
pain from my snout ring if I tried yo use the big
muscles in my shoulders and neck to move my head back,
I was powerless.

On and on it went -  I'd gag and begin to retch, my
whole chest and belly heaving as my body's automatic
reflexes tried to rid me of the problem.  Then he'd
pull out slightly, to give me time to snatch a brief
breath of air, before plunging back in.  My whole body
was heaving, I could feel my wrists getting sore as
the cuffs cut into them, and there were tears
streaming down my face.  It went on and on, and I felt
worse and worse.  I thought  I was going to die,
choked in a pool of my own vomit.  Or would I die from
loss of blood, when I tore my nose open in a desperate
attempt to escape the string holding me to him?

But then it was over - he gave a shout of triumph, and
stood there, arched forward towards me as if trying to
get the last centimetre of his dick into my throat.  I
almost passed out from lack of air, but then he pulled
out of me completely, and through my wheezing and the
tears flooding my eyes, I could see his dick covered
in his cum and my phlegm.

He pulled the leather string out of my snout ring, and
used his strong gentle hands to pull my head down into
his crotch again.  He stood there, almost cradling me,
running his hands over my head and shoulders, as if
trying to comfort me.  "There, Spike... It's all over.
 That's a proper throat fucking.  We'll have to do
some more of that later in the week, as you need to
learn how to take most of a man's dick without all
that gagging and so on.... But it's pretty
spectacular, isn't it?  Can you imagine the effects on
the crowd if you fuck a defeated opponent's throat
like that?  And after a fight, when your passion's
really running high, you'd naturally tend to go all
the way in, as hard and as far as you can - wit h a
big dick like yours, that will either totally block
the throat and the guy will pass out, or trigger his
vomiting reflex - either way, very spectacular, and a
huge excitement for the crowd!"

"James, why.... My nose.... The ring.... You used me
like some animal...."

"Oh Spike, come on!  Stop complaining. A lot of men
would find it enjoyable to be forced into sex like
that!"

"But tying me up by the ring...."

"Well how else would you have taken it?  If I hadn't
had you cuffed, and held by the snout, you'd never
have let me get that far.  It usually takes three or
four lessons before a man can take my cock like that.
And, as I've explained, we don't have time:  the
Colonel wants you to be ready for the second channel.
But I think you've got a problem here, Spike.... I
think we know each other well enough by now to be
frank, don't you?  So I'll come straight out with it:
you're not thinking of yourself as a slave;  you still
see yourself as a man.  Listen to you.... 'You used me
like some animal', you said.  Well, Spike, that's what
you are, isn't it, in fact?  The Colonel owns you,
he's bought you, he can sell you, he keeps you 'caged'
here, he has you trained.... You are a slave, Spike,
just a bit above an animal, but not much.  And
certainly not a man any more.  And you need to have
the right attitude about this:  if you go on thinking
you're a man, you'll not perform properly, or you'll
do silly things, like trying to escape.... And then
the consequences will be simply terrible:  recaptured
escaped slaves are routinely castrated, you know, and
that's only the start!"

"But it's not right, James.  I'm not an animal, or
slave... I'm a guy, like you..."

"There you go again, Spike!  No, you're not a 'guy'
like me!  You're part of the spoils of a very
unpleasant civil war in your country,  booty captured
by the winners, and sold off like any other part of
the loser's assets.  You're a slave, Spike - nothing
can change that now, and the sooner you learn to
accept that, accept it properly, the happier you'll
be.  Believe me - I've seen enough young slaves like
you - there's only two ways to go:  accept your new
status, learn to live with it, and live relatively
happily.  Or continue to fight it - and it's a fight
you'll lose, just as you lost the war - they hold all
the winning cards, have all the power over you - and
you'll be constantly unhappy:  not only will you
seethe with anger and frustration every day, but
you'll not perform properly as a slave and so you'll
get punished, and that will make you angrier, and more
unhappy.....  I've seen headstrong young men like you
almsot literally tear themselves apart going down that
route."

"But James,  I can't help it!  I'm a marine, a
fighter, they're not allowed to make men into
slaves..."

"Oh but they are, Spike.  The victors have always done
whatever they like to the losers, especially in civil
wars.  Look at what the North did to the South last
time.  It's just the same - but this time it isn't an
interesting historic fact: you're one of the spoils,
caught up in it. "

"No...."

"Yes, Spike.  But we don't have time to argue about
all of this.  We need to move on.....  We'll leave
cock sucking for a while, and I'll start the next
lesson.... Although with you in this rebellious state
of mind, I think I'd better keep you cuffed for the
time being."

I was still kneeling  there, and he turned around so
that his butt was facing me.  Looking down and over
his shoulder, he continued quietly "Now, Spike, get
your tongue in there and lick my ass - my asshole,
that is."

"No!  It's disgusting...."

He turned and faced me, his face calm.  Then suddenly
drew back his hand and slapped me hard across the
face, so hard that I almost fell sideways.  I knelt
there, my ears ringing and my face stinging from the
blow.

"Spike, I hate doing that, you know.   But you leave
me little choice, old chap.  I don't want to call the
guard in and have you really punished, and I hate
those artificial cattle prod things they use here -
but you've got to learn to obey, and obey first time,
Spike.   And please, never refer to something that
your owner, or someone acting for your owner, has told
you to do as 'disgusting'.  And in any case, you're
wrong.... Nothing that two men can do together can
ever be described as 'disgusting' - it's all perfectly
natural, and I won't have those old-fashioned views
based on warped christian morality given any credence
in my hearing!  It's so typical of you working-class
men to have these strange ideas - they start you off
in your dreadful schools singing hymns about Jesus
wanting you for a sunbeam, and before you know where
you are you're worried about enjoying other men!  Thos
of us who had the benefits of a proper English
education know better - so leave those things that
require judgement to your betters, will you?"

He'd rattled all this off at high speed, and I still
knelt there, almsot dazed from his blow and worrying
about what the hell was going to happen to me.  He
turned again so that his lean, white butt was almost
in my face, and continued, more calmly and quietly now
"OK, Spike, start slowly.... I know it's difficult
with that disfiguring snout ring, but start by probing
my ass with your nose.  Then, when you're comfortable
with it, just put your tongue out and take a little,
tiny lick.... Then I'll have to help you, as you're
cuffed and you can't spread me properly...."

I leaned forward, and again there was that heavy,
expensive smell of his soap, still overlain by a
strong, manly scent - different from his balls, but
somehow exotic and enticing.  I pressed my nose into
the crack of his butt, wincing slightly as my snout
ring caught, and now had something else - a faint
smell of crap.  Strangely, it didn't make me gag as I
thought it would - it was just somehow exciting, to
have my nose lodged between his soft, warm butt
cheeks.

After a few seconds, I put my tongue out - very
hesitantly, I'll admit - and was at once assailed by
the salty tang of his sweat, the sickly sweetness of
his soap, and a faint, acrid, bitter taste that I just
knew must be crap.  The combination, though, was
somehow intoxicating, and doing this thing that
previously I'd found repugnant, was a real turn on:
I'd sprung a boner, and thought that  I must be
drooling pre-cum onto the floor!

James pulled away from me, turned towards me and was
smiling. "See, not so bad, was it?  Now you need to
move on, Spike - I want to really feel that tongue
this time...."

He turned again, but now bent from his middle, and
reached back and pulled his butt cheeks apart.  There,
deep down, I could see the darkness of his pucker,
contrasting with the milky whiteness of his skin - he
had no hair down there, or, as had been done to me, it
had been shaved off.  I don't think I really wanted to
do it, but something drove me on, and it wasn't just
the fear of punishment.  I pressed my whole face into
the moist warmth of his crack, then reached out with
my tongue and probed at his pucker.  That sharp, sour
taste of crap was now much more evident, but still I
didn't gag - instead, it almost drove me on.  I just
knew I had to do it, and began stabbing at his pucker
with my tongue, forcing it in.  James' body rocked a
little in response to the force with which I was
thrusting at him, but he steadied himself so that I
could continue.... And I heard him start to make
little moans of pleasure.

Look, it's not all that marvellous really, is it?
Tonguing a guy's ass, I mean.  Well, that's what I
think.  The first few times you do it it's a bit
exciting, as it's "different", but there's not much in
it for the guy with the tongue, is there? (Although I
do like it occasionally when another guy does it to
me!).  So after a relatively short time, I stopped.

James turned around, and was smiling now.  He knelt
down so he was at my level, put his hands around my
head to pull me towards him, and thrust his tongue
into my mouth, beginning to kiss me deeply and
passionately.  Strangely, I found this almost more
disturbing than having been made to tongue his ass -
somehow, having a strange guy kissing me like this was
too "intimate", and I almost couldn't handle it.
Perhaps sensing my lack of response he stopped, looked
at me, and smiled.  "Still can't get over those
inhibitions, eh, Spike?  Never mind - I'm not here to
teach you how to really enjoy sex, only to make you
good at it!  You're the loser, you know - why not try
to enjoy something that you're going to have to do
anyway?"

I Couldn't answer him, and just lowered my head so I
didn't have to stare into his piercing eyes.  He
laughed, softly, and kind of shuffled around behind me
to release the cuffs around my wrists. "Now, Spike -
what next?  You've learned to take cock in your
throat, and to use that tongue of yours for something
other than arguing with.... I think it's time, in this
accelerated programme, to move on to fucking.  So tell
me about your sex life, Spike... You've fucked a lot,
I bet:  a big, handsome man like you, and with the
need to brag about your conquests to your mates.  So
lots of women, right...?  But no wife or anything - a
lot of quick, casual encounters, straight in, fuck
away, out and home...?"

"Yes,  I mean, no...."

"It's OK, Spike - a lot of men are like you.  You're
not all that interested in women but you have to
pretend to be as it's the 'done thing' in your unit or
at your workplace.  So you pick them up, fuck them,
then brag about it.  I've met a lot of men like you.
But what about real sex, Spike?  You never had a man's
cock before you came here, did you?"

"No."

"So let me guess - the Colonel had you tied down, and
one of his other slaves took your cherry, with him
watching?"

"Yes."

"And what then, Spike?  Did you like it?  Did you
start to have a lot of other men fucking you?"

"No."

"And have you fucked any men, Spike?"

I felt myself blushing.  I don't know why.
Reluctantly, I muttered "Yes."

"Hmmm.... Interesting.  You don't mind telling me that
you've been fucked, as you were tied down and you
could always say you couldn't help it.  But you seem
ashamed at having fucked another guy - you must have
done that willingly?"

I thought of Lewis's muscular butt, and how we'd
enjoyed that time in his bunk, and mumbled "I guess
so."

"Ah ha!  The psychologist in me says that you really
want to do all of it - but you can't admit it to
yourself!  You didn't mind being fucked all that much,
but can't take the next step and go on to try it out
frequently - and I bet there are lots of men in your
barracks who are offering to fill that hole of yours?
And yet you have fucked another guy, presumably
willingly, as I said, but don't like to admit it.  So
anything else?"

Flushing with embarrassment I told him about "the
other" with young Dylan, and the mutual jacking off
with Stu.  He laughed softly, and as we knelt there,
put his arms around me and pulled me close to him.
"OK, Spike, that's enough!  You're just a poor normal
man, who was told so many lies when he was growing up
that you really don't know where you are!  Deep down,
like all men, you like being with other men, you enjoy
their bodies, you like sex.  But you've got this silly
unsophisticated attitude to it all - it's only using
your body for fun, you know:  there's nothing more to
it than that.  Two  men get together, use their bodies
in the way they were designed, have a lot of fun, and
that's that!  The big ju-ju in the sky isn't going to
smite you down, you know - all that silly morality
stuff they pumped into you at school is just a lot of
fairy tales, based on selective reading from the
biggest book of fairy tales of all, they call it the
bible, I believe."

"So now here's the new rule:  for the rest of our time
together you stop thinking about what it might be
like, stop worrying about what other people might
think or say, forget everything anyone else has ever
told you about what's 'right' and 'wrong' or 'good' or
'bad' or 'fun' or 'painful' about sex, OK?  Just rely
on James who's been there, done that, to guide you,
and make your own mind up as we go along, will you?
Relax, have fun, and you might even find it changes
your whole outlook on life.  I really do feel sorry
for working class men like you who come to me with all
this emotional baggage - but I usually succeed in
setting them right.  Now, will you give it a try?"

I looked at him, kneeling there,  his arms around me,
smiling and confident.  The bastard seemed to have it
all.  But what had I got to lose?  "Yes", I whispered.

"Good boy, Spike.  Now - do you want to fuck me, or
shall I fuck you?  Which shall we do first?"

It was the "first" that worried me, slightly.  I
hadn't enjoyed being fucked by Lewis with the Colonel
watching,  and I suppose I had enjoyed fucking Lewis -
and almsot fucking young Dylan. But on the other hand
I knew I wasn't experienced, and I began to get
worried that I'd do it all wrong.  James seemed to
sense my unease, as he hugged me slightly in
reassurance, and whispered in my ear "Come on, Spike,
you choose... It doesn't matter, you know: you're safe
here, I won't tell.  What goes on in here is strictly
between you and me, and all that matters is that you
come out as a proper functioning man, able to enjoy
sex properly."

"I guess I'd better fuck you then, James."  As I said
this, I pushed him away slightly, then "guided" him to
go onto all fours.  I pressed my hand to the nape of
his neck to push his shoulders onto the padded floor,
so that his ass was in the air, shuffled around to
kneel between his legs and almost roughly pushed them
apart, then started to move my dick up and down his
crack - I was already really boned at the thought, and
as my dick head played up and down in his crack,
nudging the rougher patch of his sphincter, I began to
get really turned on.  I positioned myself to ram
home, but just as I was about to do so, he called out
"Hold on there, Spike!"

It was so embarrassing.  What had I done wrong?  My
bone collapsed as if it was a balloon that had been
punctured.  James sat up and swivelled around to look
at me.

"Now, Spike, would that be very much fun for me, if
you thrust that big fat cock of yours into me like
that?  I bet that even when you were being fucked in
front of the Colonel they lubed and stretched you,
didn't they?  There are times when you're going to do
it like that with no preparation - like when you've
won a match and you're fucking the guy to please the
crowd, but when you're with a friend, you need to be
more gentle."

"I'm sorry.... I didn't think...."

"Quite so.  The perennial problem with the working
class.  They never think.  But we'll let that pass.
But now you know about it, what are you going to do?"

"Jerk you off, and use your cum?"

"Yes!  And how about putting it all together - how
about really pleasing me, by sucking my cock as we
learned first, then using that tongue of yours to push
some of the cum up into me?  Build on your training,
Spike...."

Look, I'm not saying it was great at first.  But by
the time I'd filled my mouth with his cum, then
tongued his hole a few times and spat the rest of his
cum out of my mouth so that I could slick up my dick,
I was ready - probably the hardest bone I could ever
remember.  I started gently, really enjoying the
sensation that throbbed through my dick head as I
firstly gained entry, then began to slide in and out
slowly and carefully.  But then it happened - that
"something" in my brain.  I knew I was in control.  I
had this man under me, spiked on my dick, powerless to
do anything to defend himself.   He'd "made" me suck
him off and tongue him, but now it was me that was
calling the shots, me that was going to decide how it
was to be done.  I felt that wave of power sweeping
over me, the same wave I get when I'm fighting.
Nothing else mattered except that I should win - and
now "winning" was doing as I wanted, not as James
instructed.

I fucked him hard.  My whole body was slamming into
him.  There was that loud "slapping" noise as my flesh
collided with his ass.  I was dimly aware that he was
shouting - was he enjoying it, or was it hurting him?
I didn't care.  My entire focus was on the incredible
feelings flooding up from my dick as I did what a man
is supposed to do, and that wonderful elation that
comes when you're in control.  I didn't care how long
it went on for.  I would have been happy to have
powered away all morning at him.  But there are some
things a man can't control, aren't there - all too
soon I felt that other power sweeping through me, that
power that leaves a man helpless:  my balls
contracted, and I knew I was shooting a massive load
of cum deep up inside him.  I knelt there, amazed at
how my body "knew" what it was meant to do - just at
the right moment my back had arched as if in a great
spasm, thrusting my hips forward with so much force it
was as if I needed to split him open to get my dick
even further in.  My head was thrown back, and I gage
a great shout of "Fuuuuu....cccccckkk!".

And then it was over.  I collapsed forward over James,
the weight of my sweaty, muscled body almost crushing
him.  I was utterly incapable of doing anything other
than just lying there as my body went into recovery -
I could feel my heart pounding, and my lungs gasping
for air.  And I felt cool, as the sweat covering me
started to evaporate.  I began to worry then - James
was just crushed under me, gasping for breath as I
was.  Oh, fuck me, I thought - I've done it now!  This
was meant to be a lesson in gentle fucking, and I've
hurt him... He'll have me punished.... Mindful of this
,and in an effort to do "damage limitation", I slowly
pulled my dick out of him and rolled off his body to
lie alongside his.  I put my face next to his, lowered
my voice, and murmured "James, I'm sorry...."

He looked deep into my eyes, and I began to get
worried.  He wasn't smiling.  Oh shit, I was going to
be whipped, at least, I thought.

"Well, ten out of ten for effort, but only five for
technique!", he finally  said, a faint smile
flickering over his face.  "I was going to teach you
the art of fucking, the several positions you can
take, the slow build-up.... But you just went right
in, doggy-style, and fucked the insides out of me!   I
suppose that's all right, for a slave who's a
gladiator - that's what the crowd wants to see at the
end of a bout:  no finesse, no gentle love making,
just a brutal, hard fucking, a rape almost, of the
loser."

I began to relax, as he continued "And, given that the
Colonel's dramatically cut the time for this little
'course' that I like to run, perhaps we'd better leave
it there:  I hope one day you'll find a lover with
whom you can practice all the rest!  But that
performance would certainly be satisfactory in the
arena where it's all force and no finesse.  So we'll
say no more about it."

He sat up then, wincing as he did so.  "Well, Spike,
that was some epic fuck - I'll be sore for a couple of
days, I expect.  But what are you going to do when you
lose?  I imagine that even you are going to lose
occasionally, aren't you?"

"Well I haven't yet...."

"It's only a matter of time, Spike! You're not like
some famous old-time boxer who's allowed to retire
after winning the championship, you know.  Your
'career' is on the up and up at the moment, but one
day it will plateau, and then there'll be the
inevitable slide downwards.... And you'll start to
lose, and then you'll be publicly fucked.  There are
always younger, fitter, stronger guys coming along,
you know...."

"But the war's over.  There won't be any more guys
like me being captured and enslaved....."

"Oh Spike, you are naive!  Do you think that after
everyone has experienced the huge advantages of having
slaves around it's going to stop there?  Your
factories have started being price-competitive with
the Chinese again, you're growing more food per acre
than ever before, with manual labour tending the
plants rather than relying on machinery, there's never
been better service in the service industries - the
whip is a powerful incentive to deliver quality
service - and then, there's all this:  Do you think
that having seen gladiators like you beating each
other to a pulp, and then fucking each other, that the
public is going to go back to all that fake
'wrestling', and the endless game shows, they used to
do? No, of course not!"

"Like it or not, the society here has discovered that
it runs better and cheaper on slaves, and there's no
going back.  Why do you think they were so keen to
turn on the Arabs who helped them?"

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, you won't have heard, will you? They keep slaves
mostly cut off from news, I understand.  Well,
President Prexmire mostly won the civil war in which
you are such an unfortunate loser on the basis that
the North's oil was cut off, as he did a deal with the
Arabs.  But then he began to get worried about his own
oil supplies - those Arabs are pretty cunning
chappies, after all, and once they'd seen what they
could achieve, how could he be sure they wouldn't try
it on the South next time?  And then there was the
problem of the need for a fresh supply of slaves....
Well, he solved both problems at once:  the victorious
troops of the Southern armies swept into those little
Arab states... And now Prexmire controls the oil flow,
and there are the other spoils of war, too:  all those
lean, young, tough Arabs from their armies, who even
now are arriving by the container load at your ports."

"More slaves?"

"Yes, Spike.  They only take the Arab men, generally.
But they're excellent workers, the papers say, once
they've been "tamed'. And that's not so hard - they're
used to living in relatively authoritarian regimes, so
they come with a an inbuilt attitude of obedience to
authority, and it's supposedly so much easier to turn
them into 'domestic' slaves than it was to tame you
men from the North who were used to 'freedom'.  After
all, it's one thing to work your fields with a coffle
of slaves chained together, but if you want 'personal
service' around the house, that's not really
practicable, is it?  But a nice young Arab, properly
'tamed' to accept authority.... Well, they're selling
well, as you might expect."

"There's some problems, as there always are - there's
a rump of untameable 'wild' Arabs from the desert, who
just won't bend to servitude, no matter how much
they're whipped.  And gelding them doesn't work,
either, as they tend to 'berserk' subsequently,
killing themselves but taking others with them!  But
men like the Colonel are taking a keen interest in
those ones, and I expect you'll start to see them
turning up at places like this soon.  It's excellent
business, I suppose:  you Northern boys will have a
natural antipathy to them as you know they lost the
war for you, so it should make for really excellent
matches in the arena.  Just think, you're pissed off
at being a slave, you know it was mainly as a result
of the Arab's action, and now you're faced with an
Arab guy who is himself 'free' and will not accept
being a slave and just wants to beat the shit out of
the world in general.... Excellent sport, as I said."

"Anyway, putting aside the global picture, I think
you'd be well advised to learn how to take a fucking.
Sooner or later you're going to lose in the arena, and
probably to a strong, young Arab - so you'd better
start thinking about how you're going to take Arab
dick."

His thin smile had turned into a broader one now.
"Yes, Spike.  Thinking bout how you just
comprehensively fucked the core out of me, I think
we'd better go straight on to the lesson where I teach
you how to take it!"

End Of Part 14