Date: Fri, 25 Mar 2005 23:06:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Spoils Of War, Part 19

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

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Part 19

Lewis saw the distress Brad was in, and tried to
comfort him.  "Look, kid, it's not so bad being a
slave, if you've got a good master.  The Colonel, who
owns Spike and me, feeds us properly, he only punishes
us when we've done wrong - that caning Spike got from
Leroy is the first time a cane or a whip has touched
his hide - and we're a great group of guys to live
with.   Although Spike won you, he can't own you, so I
guess you belong to the Colonel now- and he certainly
won't beat you up."

"But will he fuck me?  I don't like...."

"Hey, kid, wise up!  If he wants to fuck you, he will:
 you're his slave, his owned property, remember?  But
I don't think he will - the Colonel prefers mature
guys, like Spike and me.  And you probably had a bad
experience when Leroy and his buddies fucked you -
that huge dick, and you're quite a skinny little guy.
But, providing the Colonel decides to keep you and
doesn't sell you on, we'll soon change that - once
you've had a few guys who really care about you taking
your ass gently, you'll find that it's great... And
you've got a nice dick, too, and some of the guys will
want you to fuck them...."

"But I'm not a fag, Lewis..."

"Don't be silly.  We don't use words like that - we're
just a bunch of regular guys doing what guys do.
Every man needs to use his dick, and fucking another
guy is the best thing in the world.... You'll see....
Nothing compares with having another hard manly body
next to you in bed, then feeling your dicks go rock
hard, and then using each other for sheer
unadulterated fun....  Ask Spike - he was pretty
prejudiced when he arrived, but now, he's a real
cocksman...."

As he said this, Lewis looked at me.  And, you know, I
smiled!  Because I knew he was right - the one thing
I'd learned since becoming a slave was that I hadn't
really been using my body before - I'd listened to the
stupid crap they spout about it being "wrong" to like
other men, and so had really missed out on some great
experiences with my buddies in the Corps.  How could I
have been so stupid?  Looking back on it, I can see
now that several of the guys in my platoon had given
me 'come on' indications, and I'd either ignored them,
or felt disgusted:  what an idiot I'd been!  Still, I
grinned at young Brad, and added "You listen to Lewis,
kid, he knows what's right!  And assuming the Colonel
keeps you, you'll find out what having sex with other
men is really like - with men who care about each
other, that is."

Brad stood there for a moment, then dropped to his
knees an in front of me.  He went to take my dick in
his mouth, but I reached down and stopped him.  "You
don't have to do that, Brad...."

"Spike, you're my owner...."

"No, Lewis told you that I can't own you, as I'm a
slave, like you.  We're both slaves together...  You
don't have to do this...."

"But  I want to, Spike...."  He put his arm around my
butt to steady himself as he knelt there, his lips
closing around my dick, and I flinched as his bony
forearm ran across the weals on my butt form the
caning.  Brad jerked away.:  "Spike, I'm sorry, please
don't hit me, please..."

I reached down again and put my hands on either side
of his head, fondling his ears, and moving his face
back on to my dick.  "Brad, it's different here -
we're slaves together, right?  And we don't beat up
younger guys!  And the colonel, our owner, only
punishes us if we've broken the rules.   So there's
going to be no beating you up.... Well, not unless the
Colonel decides to train you as gladiator, that is,
and then that can be pretty tough when you have to
learn combat... But I don't think that's likely until
you've put a bit of meat on..."

I had to stop then, as that exquisite feeling you get
as a guy's lips caress your dick head went through me.
 I could feel my back arching - which hurt - but I
didn't care.  I moaned faintly as Brad worked away.
Look, I know it was only an hour at most since I'd
fucked Leroy, but I was a pretty horny stud, remember?
 And when your dick is being sucked by an expert,
there's no stopping it is there really?  I don't
usually like cumming when I'm standing up, as I tend
to thrust my hips forward and that makes the backs of
my knees uncomfortable - I'd much rather sit, or
better still, lie, as a guy's is working on me - but
there wasn't anywhere to sit, and lying on my back was
going to be painful for a long time, so I just stood
there as Brad's tongue teased my piss slit and his
lips kept brushing on the head of my dick.  I don't
know whether it was the relief of having got over
having to be naked in front of that huge crowd and
fucking in public, or what, but  I soon shot a load,
and stood there, panting, as Brad pulled off my dick,
licking his lips.

I looked down at him, and he was smiling.  "Thanks,
Spike...."

"Hey, Brad, it's me who should be saying thank you..."

"No, Spike - I'm still hungry, and you've given me a
lovely huge load of your cum...."

Lewis had been standing there silent watching this,
and now Brad crawled over and took Lewis's dick in his
mouth and began to suck, just as eagerly.  I noticed
that Lewis didn't even try to object, and just stood
there with some sort of idiot grin on his face as the
boy worked away until he got his second reward of the
evening.  Then, as I watched, Lewis went and sat down
on the sleeping pad, resting his back against the
wall, and gestured for Brad to come towards him.

Lewis sat with his knees half bent, then gently pulled
Brad down so that he was sitting in Lewis's lap.  Brad
started to say "What..?", but Lewis shushed him.  He
put his big arm around Brad's shoulders and pulled the
lad close to his chest, then gently took Brad's dick
in his other hand and started to jerk him off.

Brad looked really surprised.  "Hey, Lewis...", he
half moaned.

"Ssshh.. Boy, just enjoy it", Lewis crooned, and
continued to tease Brad's dick ever so gently with his
big hand.  Brad started to moan quietly, but then
almost immediately shot his load - a very big slick of
thick white cum splattered over Lewis's bronzed thigh.


"You still hungry, boy?", Lewis asked quietly, as when
Brad nodded, he loosened his hold on this shoulders so
that Brad could bend over and lick his cum off Lewis's
skin.  Lewis pulled him back gently, cradling the boy
against his hard body, and I could see that both of
them were smiling.

"Now, Brad, how was that?"

"Fantastic..."

"Has anyone jerked you off before?"

"No... At school, they said it was a 'fag' kind of
thing, so we didn't.  And Leroy always made me suck
him off, or he fucked me - he never did anything like
that."

"So you see that two guys together can do fun
things... Even simple things, like that.... You'll
soon learn that two guys can have fantastic times
together - you can  jerk each other off, like that:
it would have been even better if you'd been jerking
me as I jerked you.  Or you can suck each other's
dicks... And then, if you're fucked properly, or if
you fuck...."

"Can I do all of that, Lewis?"

"Hey, sure!  I've told you, that's what guys do -
sensible guys, that is, guys who are secure in
themselves, and don't just hurl silly insults at each
other, without ever having tried it."

We knew that it was about times for "lights out" then,
and so got ready to sleep.  It was tough - I needed
to sleep on my belly, as my back, butt and thighs were
so painful.  And with three of us on the sleeping pad,
which was only really suitable for two, it was very
squashed up.  It wasn't helped, either, by the fact
that all of Brad's body was painful from the beatings
he'd had.  But, on the other hand, being so close
together was kind of nice.  I'd slept with Lewis
before of course, but having the young guy in-between
us was different - he seemed to be very disturbed, and
for a lot of the night he cried out quietly as he
dreamed, and wriggled around on the bed, making it
tough for us.  But at some point he got his arms
around Lewis's neck, sort of intertwined his legs with
Lewis's, and then seemed to be content - it was as if
he was looking for some sort of comfort, some
reassurance, to save him from the dreadful life he'd
been forced to lead for the past few months.  Mind
you, I reflected as I lay there in the darkness
listening to Lewis and Brad breathe, I wonder what
kind of life he was going to have in the future?  We'd
all been assuming that the Colonel would keep him and
train him as a gladiator, to save him from being sold
as an ordinary slave.  But, when you think about it,
what future was that for a sixteen year old?  He'd
have to work at Gleeson's Gladiators until he was at
least eighteen, as he needed to have a proper hard,
mature man's body before he could even consider
fighting.  And then - what life was it as a gladiator
really?  Sure, it was better than being a normal
slave, but having to fight, to fight nearly naked, and
even to fuck other guys in public:  was this really
the life you'd wish for any man?

The following morning when they opened our room they
took us off and allowed us to shower before setting
off for the bus station, as we were to return to
Raleigh.  I remembered how the crowds had stared at
Lewis and me when we were in Ts and shorts downtown,
but poor Brad had nothing at all!  Surely they
wouldn't expect him to parade totally naked through
the streets, would they?  But it seemed they would!
Although some arrangements had apparently been made to
find a bus ticket for the Colonel's new slave, they
simply hadn't bothered to make any provision at all
for clothing the poor guy.  Perhaps they thought it
would be a huge joke to make the lad, completely shorn
and bare, walk through downtown like that;  but, on
the other hand, perhaps it just hadn't occurred to
them that it might be a problem - Brad had arrived
there naked with Leroy, after all, and so I suppose
they thought that he could leave that way, too
When he heard that we had to go to the bus station,
poor Brad seemed really scared - I didn't blame him,
actually - I hated being naked in public myself, even
though  I was kind of used to it by now.  Lewis saw
him looking nervous, and stripped off his Gleeson's
Gladiators T and gave it to Brad, who pulled it on
gratefully.  There were no shorts for him, though, but
fortunately the T was just long enough to fall over
his butt and mostly cover his dick and balls - when he
was standing still, it was OK, but of course when we
moved off and started to walk, you got flashes of disk
and balls every time he took a long stride.  Still, I
suppose it was better than being totally naked.  Mind
you, the other people in the streets now stared at us
even more, as Lewis made quite a sight in just his
tight shorts, with his tattoo proudly proclaiming his
name for all to see.

We had a pretty uneventful journey back to Gleeson's,
actually - the bus journey was just as boring as it
had been on the way out , except that now it was
really tough for me as I really couldn't sit on the
hard floor with my caned butt.  I had to either stand
- difficult, as the ceiling was so low, or lie on my
belly.  But Brad seemed to get more and more cheerful
as we left Atlanta behind, and seemed to be quite
looking forward to his new life.  He told us about his
previous experiences - how he'd moved around the
country with his folks as his dad was stationed in
different places, and even how he'd lived on a base in
Germany for a couple of years.  He hadn't really
wanted to go to a military school at all, but his
folks had thought that he needed less change as he got
older, as his dad wanted him to do well academically
so he could follow him into the air force.  "But look
where it got me!", he said ruefully.  "I might have
flunked a few exams if I'd been at home, but at least
I wouldn't be a slave."

"Hey, cheer up!", Lewis told him.  "If you weren't a
slave, you wouldn't have met  Spike and me.  And you
wouldn't have started in on sex properly - you'd still
be hanging around like some lovesick puppy,  trying to
get some girl or other to put out.... Now, when you're
at Gleeson's, you won't have any of that - most of the
guys there would like to have sex with a cute young
guy like you... You'll be really popular."

I noticed that Brad didn't seem entirely convinced by
this line of reasoning, but said nothing.  After all,
I hadn't really "appreciated" proper sex at first, had
I?  And in this harsh world we now found ourselves
living in, it was certainly better for Brad to be
living at Gleeson's than with Leroy!

I have to say that I thought I'd done rather well,
winning the fight - a considerable triumph, given
Leroy's "champion" status - and in addition bringing
the Colonel a new slave back.  Even though he was
young, I could see that the kid had potential, and he
must be worth a whole load of money, I thought.  So
when we were summoned to the Colonel's office as soon
as we arrived back, I just knew it was so that he
could examine Brad, and then congratulate me.

All three of us were taken straight in, and I was by
now so sure that he was going to tell me I'd done
well, that I was kind of smiling to myself.  It was a
real shock, therefore, when he rapped "Get naked, all
of you.  And Spike, wipe that silly grin off your face
before I order you to be punished - you've got nothing
to be smiling about!

He got up from behind his desk, and came up to me.  He
ran his hands over my back, butt and thighs, not being
at all  gentle about it, and I winced several times.
He slapped me - hard - on the butt, and ordered me to
stand still.  "This is your own fault, Spike!  And
you're lucky you're not permanently marked, or you'd
be on the auction block tomorrow.  Now the folks in
Atlanta tell me that a free man ordered this because
you were disrespectful to him - well, I won't tolerate
that kind of behaviour from a slave, and I've a good
mind to order you to be caned again to really bring
that lesson home to you."

"Sir, it wasn't like that, sir.... It was the guy I
was fighting, and he was ill treating this young
slave, sir, and...."

"That's no excuse, no excuse at all.  A slave is
always respectful to a free man, whatever the
circumstances! A master can treat a slave any way he
likes, and it's no business of yours.  Your whole
attitude shows you haven't really understood slavery
at all, Spike.  Doesn't it occur to you that this
slave boy was his property, and he could do with him
as he liked?  You wouldn't have stopped a man from
driving his car too fast, would you?  Or from doing
something apparently stupid like walking through mud
in leather shoes?  Well, it's just the same - the
slave is his property, and he can do with it as he
likes.  But that's not the whole problem - your
behaviour in the arena is far, far worse!"

"Sir, I won, sir.  I beat the champion for you..."

"Silence!  How dare you interrupt me!" The Colonel
went quiet, waiting, and I realised he wanted me to
say "Sir, sorry, sir."

"Accepted, this time.  Next time it is the cane.  Now,
as I was saying, your behaviour in the arena was
disgraceful!  You humiliated that free man...."

"Sir, I didn't, sir.  I won, fair and square.  If he
didn't like fighting, he shouldn't have gone into the
arena..."

The colonel looked at one of the guards, and said
simply "When this slave's butt has healed a little,
schedule him for six strokes, on the bare skin, in
front of all the gladiators.  He needs to be taught
not to interrupt his master, and it won't hurt all the
others to be reminded of it, either."

Looking at me once again , he continued "Yes, you won.
 And it was a very good victory.  He was bigger and
heavier than you, and a champion.  You put up a good
show - a very good show - and it would have reflected
very creditably on Gleeson's Gladiators.  But then you
went and humiliated him!  You made him beg and plead
not to have to suck your filthy dick!  A slave doesn't
make a free man beg or plead for anything.  A Slave
doesn't bargain with a free man!  It was a most
disgraceful exhibition, and I felt ashamed that all
the viewers watching would know that you came from
Gleeson's.  They're all thinking now that  I don't
know how to train slaves properly, that I have unruly,
wild slaves...."

"Sir, it wasn't like that really, sir....", Lewis
interrupted.

"Lewis!  I'm surprised at you!  I almost expect a
younger slave like Spike not to know how to behave -
after all, we train mim still to have fighting spirit.
 But you've been here a long time, you're meant to be
a trainer, not a fighter.  You've got no excuse!  I
think I ought to schedule you to get six across the
ass, too."

"Sir, I'm sorry, sir."  Lewis used that kind of
cringing tone I'd heard him use once before.  "Sir,
please listen to the other half of the story, sir.
What Spike did was not right, sir, but if you heard
about how his opponent had tried to win, unfairly, by
using his power as a free man in the locker room, and
how Spike stood up to him, as he was desperate to win,
for you, sir...."

Well, fortunately, the Colonel seemed to heed what
Lewis said, as he allowed him to tell how Leroy had
humiliated me, then about how he'd abused Brad.  And
how, even when we'd advised him to lube himself and
clean himself out, he had just not done so.  "Look,
sir", Lewis finished.  "I know he's a free man, and I
know we're slaves, and that Brad is a slave, too, and
his slave, at that.  But it's not right for a young
guy to get beaten, battered and bruised like that -
well, at least, not if he's not a gladiator - is it?
And he was, and is, half starved - look at him, sir."

The Colonel moved over to wards Brad, who was almsot
cowering and trembling as all this had been going on,
and ran his hands all over the lad's body, giving him
one of those inspections that only experienced slave
handlers really can - using his fingers and palms to
gauge Brad's muscle, and probing deeply into his ribs,
and up his ass.

When he'd finished - and Brad had sprung a really nice
boner as the Colonel had felt his dick and fondled his
balls - the Colonel looked at us all and said "Well,
perhaps it isn't all one-sided.  This slave is not in
good condition - but, with proper feeding and
training, I think he can be turned into a most
desirable property.  I  suppose you've done well for
me, on the whole.  But  the slaves here do need to
know that I am a fair but firm master, and so I am
still going to have you caned, Spike, when your butt
has healed.  And I'll have Lewis lined up alongside
you, too - not only is it more of a spectacle, but it
will remind you, too, Lewis, that you are only a
slave, even of I allow you some responsibility and
some latitude."

"But what am I gong to do with this young slave,
though?  As I said, he's potentially worth a lot, but
we're not set up here to bring on immature stock for
later sale.  Perhaps I'd  do better to sell him at a
discounted price now....."

"Please, sir, don't do that, sir, I'll do anything to
stay with Spike and Lewis, sir...."

"So, all three of you like interrupting your owner, do
you?  It must be catching!  That shows how dangerous
it is to allow slaves any leeway in their behaviour!"


Fortunately I could see that the Colonel was almost
joking as he said this, but Brad clearly didn't
understand this, as he went on "Sir, I'm sorry, sir,
but Spike and Lewis saved me, sir... I'll be a good
slave, sir.... I promise.  You'll be proud of me, sir,
I'll work hard, train hard, I'd like to be a gladiator
like Spike, sir... And whilst I'm growing up, sir,
I'll do anything - chores, yard work, anything...."

"You've been fucked, haven't you, slave?"

"Sir, yes, sir.  My previous owner, Master Leroy, used
to fuck me, and lent me out to all his friends, sir.
It's not a problem, sir - if you want to fuck me, sir,
I'd be glad to serve you. Or if you want someone to
service the gladiators, sir...."

"So you'd be glad for the gladiators to use you,
whenever they wanted, if I decide to keep you?"

"Willingly, sir, oh, please let me stay...."

The Colonel was laughing now.  "Well, I don't think
I'll ask you to do that!  I may use you myself, as
it's a long time since I've had a young lad in my bed,
but not until you've fleshed up a bit - that bony ass
of yours wouldn't be good for an old man!  And I don't
think it would be wise to let all the men use you,
well, not regularly, anyway.  I think I'll keep you as
a prize, for the best performing gladiator each month,
or something - give the men a bit of competition, give
them something to aim for.  But whilst I get all that
sorted out, I suppose you may as well stay with Lewis
and Spike - they got you here, so they can look after
you!

Brad threw himself onto the floor, and kissed the
Colonel's boots!  "Thank you, sir, thank you....", he
was almost sobbing.  Lewis and I just watched in
amazement, as although we were slaves, we'd never seen
this type of behaviour before - at Gleeson's they
tended to keep us kind of semi-independent, and not
"slavish" as they wanted us to have the will to fight.

"Get up, Brad....", the Colonel said.  "That is your
name, isn't it?"

"Sir, yes, sir".

"Have we got a Brad already?", he asked the guard, who
then reminded him that there was a Brad in room three.


"We'll have to think of another name for you, though,
slave - we can't have two slaves here with the same
name", the Colonel told Brad.

"Sir", Lewis interjected quietly.  "Since he was
enslaved, he's been known as Slug."

"An unusual name, certainly.  But  I can see why -
that dreadful white skin - still, at least that's
really easily remedied.  So Slug it is, then."

"Do you want him tattooed, sir?"

"No, not yet.  He's still got some growing to do, and
we may as well wait for a couple of years.  But you
can let his hair grow - I don't like to see a slave
totally bald like this.  Let him have a gladiator
crop, let his body hair be natural, but shave his
balls... The usual thing.  What colour is your hair
anyway, Slug?"

"Sir, I'm a blond, sir."

"Excellent!  Blondes are rare - there's something
about marines and other soldiers that means they're
mostly all dark and swarthy like Spike and Lewis here!
 It will be a nice change to see a flash of blond
around the place."

He looked at us all again, and said "Now, get out,
before I change your mind.  But don't forget about
that caning - I'll rely on you, Lewis, to schedule it
for you both, in front of the whole school, as soon as
Spike's butt is better."

"Sir, yes, sir", Lewis said, drawing himself smartly
to attention, then he turned, and ushered us out into
the corridor, just stopping to pick up our discarded
clothes as the Colonel didn't like and untidy office.

"Hew, Lewis, what a fucker...", I started.  "Making
you responsible for scheduling your own punishment,
and mine..."

"Spike, you haven't learned, have you?  The Colonel's
been really merciful to us, you're still here and not
sold, he's keeping Slug... And you're still
disrespectful!"

"But it's not right..."

"It's not a question of what's 'right', Spike!  It's a
bout respecting those in authority.  Were all the
officers in the Corps always right?  Or did you just
do as you were told?  I don't suppose yo always
questioned an officer when he issued an order you
didn't like - well, it's the same here, only more so:
the Colonel owns you, remember."

Well there was no answer to that, was there?  If Lewis
was so fixed on obeying authority, you couldn't really
argue sensibly with him.  But I suppose that, as
slavery went, things were not going so bad for me, so
I shut up.

We pulled our clothes on, then when we got back to our
barracks room the other guys had just finished "work"
for the day.

They'd seen the fight on the TV, and rushed to
congratulate me - but the moment one of them clapped
me on the back and I shouted out with the unexpected
pain, they kind of became silent.  I stripped off my T
to show them the cane mark right across my shoulders,
then dropped my shorts  so that the full extent of the
caning I'd taken became visible.

The all agreed that I'd had a most savage caning:  at
the Colonel's, canings, although painful, were mostly
designed to humiliate us, and the marks rarely lasted
for more than a day or so.  But it was clear that I
was going to have trouble with these for at east a
week.    They all asked me what it was like to be
fighting a free man, and when I told them about the
way he'd swaggered and boasted in the locker room,
they were glad that I'd been able to humiliate him so
publicly by making him beg not to suck my dick!  And
that, of course, brought us around to introducing
Brad, or Slug as he was again to be known.

He had sort of hovered around in the background as
we'd gone in, lurking behind Lewis, and now Lewis
pushed him forward to meet the other guys.  He was
still only wearing Lewis's T, so I guess he felt a bit
embarrassed, but sensing this, Lewis had an arm around
his shoulders, as if protecting him.

"This is Slug", Lewis told them.  "He belonged to that
Leroy that Spike beat, and Spike won him!  The Colonel
has said he can stay here, and he's now one of us,
part of the squad in this room."

Several of the guys called out "Hi" and such like, and
Lewis went on "Now I know you're all good guys at
heart, but you're also trained to be mean at times.
So let me say now, up front, that Slug here is under
my special protection:  he's only sixteen, and he's
had a rough time.... Show them, Slug.... Take off that
T....."

"No, Lewis, please..."

Lewis simply pulled his arm off Slug's shoulders,
pulled up the T at the back, and slapped him hard on
the ass - the crack ran around the room, and Slug
jumped with surprise.  Some of the guys laughed.

"Listen, boy", Lewis said calmly and quietly, "Just
because you're under my special protection, it doesn't
mean that you can ignore my instructions.  Now, get
that fucking T off, or you'll be over my knee, for a
real spanking...."

It must have been awful for the poor kid to have to
strip off in front of eight of us, all big tough men,
especially as without any hair on him he looked even
younger and more vulnerable than a normal sixteen year
old, but seeing that Lewis meant business, he pulled
the T over his head and stood there.

There were audible gasps as the guys saw the big
patches of purple and yellow all over his skin, and
Lewis commented "This is what that bastard Leroy was
doing to him, all the time.  Spike tried to stop him,
and was sentenced to a caning as Leroy was a free
man...."

"...what a fucking pervert", one of the guys muttered.
 "Going into the arena if you're a free man....  Us
gladiators have the right to expect to be treated all
the same...."

Well, actually I thought Leroy was a pervert for
wanting to beat up and humiliate young slaves!  But
Lewis was going on "As you can see, he's had a rough
time.  So, you guys, treat him gently, at least until
he's recovered, and has started to put a bit of meat
on his bones when we feed him properly."

"....was he starved, too, then...?", came a question
from the room.

"Yes.   Leroy only allowed him to eat scraps, and his
prime food was cum!  Leroy wanted him to really focus
on cock sucking...."

More murmurs of "bastard", and "pervert", although
someone said "...so he's an ace cock sucker, then!",
and Lewis told them to be quiet, as he went on "So
treat him like your kid brother, at least until he's
had some fighting lessons, OK?  Make allowances for
him... Show him the ropes...."

"Where's he going to sleep, sarge?  Are we getting
another bunk in here?"

"No.  I guess he's going to have to double up with one
of you guys - any offers?"

There were a lot of cries of "Yes", and "I'll have
that one in my bunk anytime", and "Does he fuck as
well as sleep...?", and Lewis went on "I'll leave you
all to sort it out - but I don't want young Slug here
to feel unwanted.  And yes, you can fuck him - if he
wants to be fucked.  You're not to force him,
understand?  He's had enough of that from Leroy, and
he'll probably have to endure it again if he goes on
to be a gladiator - so let's give him a bit of a
holiday, shall we?  Only push your dicks up his ass if
he's happy to take it, OK?   Now I know you're all
horny guys,  and he is quite cute, but no force
fucking:  if I find out that any of you have taken him
involuntarily, I'll beat the shit out of you,
understand?   Mind you, I know you're not saints, and
I can hardly expect you to leave him alone totally, so
there's no problem with you having him suck your
dicks, as he's used to that."

There was a lot of laughter then, and even Slug seemed
able to smile.  Stu came over and said "Come on, Slug,
let's get you some shorts - if you stand there naked
like that much longer, a lot of these horny bastards
won't be able to contain themselves and they'll take
your ass in spite of what Lewis says!"

I went and lay down on my bunk, on my belly, as Stu
led Slug out, towards the showers.

End Of Part 19