Gladiator School - From The Top Part 1

Author: Bear-Cop
Title: Gladiator School – From The Top (Part 1)
Date: 25 May 2014

Author's note:
This story is a bit of an experiment; which I'll only keep writing if people send positive feedback. I’m always pleased to receive e-mails, SMS text, Tweets from readers email: fiction at bear-cop dot com Tweet @Bear_Cop or SMS text me to (UK Mobile) +447942999885.

Gladiator School – From The Top (Part 1)
It was hot. Crossing the courtyard I could feel the sweat running down my back. The sooner I could get back inside out of the sun, the better.

“Let’s see the quality of your wares this time, Lucius. I do not want to be disappointed again.”

“Caius, you trouble me, I always bring you the best merchandise”

“For which you are well paid. Then let’s see today’s wares. Show me the best first, I wish to return inside.”

Beckoning to one of his slaves, Lucius saw to it that the merchandise was brought in.

One of his seniors entered the courtyard first, pulling on a chain. I heard the sound before I saw them. The first man half walked, half stumbled into the courtyard, followed by another four. They were all ‘hobbled’ wearing heavy chain manacles around their ankles, with basic leather footwear in keeping with their status. Wrists were similarly manacled, connected to each other via a single chain. Each was wearing some form of linen loin cloth, but was otherwise naked. Some form of cloth bag was also over each of the men’s heads, clearly rendering them blind.

The men varied in height and build, but all were clearly suffering under the heat, sweat glistening on their torsos. Or perhaps Lucius had planned it that way and oiled them hoping for higher sales. Indeed, the head covering was new – but he always did enjoy increasing the drama during his sales. Indeed, he knew my methods, and I could already feel my cock rising to the thought of these new slaves’ disorientation.

Pushing forward the first, Lucius pulled up and off the first slave’s head covering for me to evaluate. 1 looked like good stock – tall and lean – perhaps about 6’2”, with wide shoulders and muscular chest. Either shaved or hairless, he was handsome, with dark short hair and a square jawed clean shaven face. He looked clean, and reaching forward, I stroked my hand down his face and chest. There didn’t feel like there was anything but muscle there.

“Does this one have his own teeth?”

“Yes Caius. This one is high quality. Good teeth and bones, disease free, and he can even read and write”

“Very unusual, and a good quality. I’m interested already, and no doubt I’ll be paying for the privilege.”

Lucius reached forward, and in one swift movement, removed the loin cloth, revealing a completely shaved crotch, long thick cock and low hanging balls. Taking stock from all angles, I checked from behind to also find the view from the rear was equally as good. Wide shoulders indeed, defined shoulders and biceps, and a beautiful toned pair of butt cheeks.

“How much?”

“Two Denarii”

“My, you do have confidence in the quality of this one. I’ll pay one.”

“You insult my house Caius, I am running a business after all”

“Let me consider. Show me what else is available”

Swiftly, the first man was returned to the darkness of his head covering, and laced tight inside.

The second man was a complete contrast to the first. This specimen obviously paid a great deal of attention to his body. He even made the last in shape man look small in comparison. His huge barrel chest showed off defined shoulders which tapered down to a narrow waist, with a defined chest and large tits between. His biceps seemed almost as big as the first’s neck; and at what must have been 6’4”, he was an impressive sight.

Lucius’ slave loosened the head covering, and lifted it off. This one certainly wouldn’t be classed as handsome – well worn and rugged, shaven headed, and far older than I’d anticipated to go with the body – perhaps 50. But obviously strong and capable – there was something about him I already liked. Perhaps it was the way he dropped his eyes and wouldn’t look at me which made him look submissive; or perhaps it was just the potential I could see in his body. Undergarments dropped, he was average, and again shaven, with a meaty toned ass.

“This man is a strong one. What’s his story?”

“A Gall, thinks he’s got talent to fight in the games”

“Well well, certainly looks strong enough. But is he fast and tough enough? Next…”

“But we didn’t talk about a price? One Denarius”

“We’ll see. Next…”

The third slave was another good specimen. Fit and over sixfeet, his manacles wrists led to wide forearms, muscled torso and chest. Another skinhead, with beautiful round butt and long, wide cock. This one stood almost it seemed at attention, his eyes fixed forward. I didn’t really need to see any more of this one, but completely naked he was just as impressive. Tertius would especially like this one, I was sure.

Lucius looked nervous with the next man, his eyes shifting from me to his assistant. Indeed, the fourth man seemed to be far more animated than the last men, and was pulled against his binding chains.

Smaller than the others, probably around 5’8”, this man was sweating excessively, and was covered with a thick coat of dark chest hair which extended down to his naval and behind the undergarment. He had a few bruises showing, and recoiled away when I reached forward to examine the merchandise.

“Caius, this one is troublesome. I wouldn’t insult you by evening showing him”.

“He certainly seems a spirited one Lucius, may as well show me anyway since he’s here”

Removing the hood, this man had also been silenced with a cloth gag tied over his mouth. The loin cloth was dropped to reveal the dark mass of hair extended down to his navel and right across his butt.

“Remove his gag, I want to see his mouth and teeth”

“Caius, I’d recommend against, I warned you he’s troublesome”

“That you did, but do it anyway”

Lucius unwrapped the cloth keeping the man’s mouth firmly closed. Immediately came out a torrent of what sounded like angry words. I didn’t recognise the language. For good measure, he spat at me, then continued his protests. Lucius slave swung his whip, and planted it right across the slave’s back. Again he swung and connected. The slave screamed out in pain, dropped to his knees in the dirt and then fell silent.

Wiping my face, I considered the options. Was he worth it? His punishment seemed severe, but I noticed this slave had experienced the whip before with a number of healing strokes across his back. Lucius and his slave half pulled, and half dragged him back to his feet.

“What language does he speak?”

“That’s just it Caius, he speaks many, understands everything you say, but is just too stubborn!”

Well, I liked a challenge. Could always sell him if it didn’t work out. I leaned forward with my mouth close to his ear. In Gall, I whispered in his ear…

“I’ll break you first, then you’ll beg to eat from my hand and for my cock up your hole.”

“Re hood him Lucius, show me the last one – can’t be any lower quality than this man”

Finally the fifth man. The sweat was running down my back, and all I wanted was to get inside.

“This man doesn’t have your mark, Lucius”

“That’s on the account he’s a volunteer, Caius. Wanted to be sold”

The fifth man was lean and wiry, but his pecs were defined and his body toned. Hood removed, he was square jawed with dark short hair, good looking with good teeth and no scars. His loin cloth dropped, he had a mass of unkempt dark hair and a long cock, with the fur extending across his butt.

“This one can also fix anything you give him Caius. “

The merchandise inspected, this time Lucius had come through with some reasonable stock. A few challenges, but each one of them seemed promising. With the recent games, and some trading, I certainly needed some more men.

“Certainly better than the last stock, Lucius. How much?”

“For which, Caius?”

“I’ll take all five.”

“8 Denarii”.

We negotiated. 4 Denarii. The ‘spirited’ one he threw in for nothing. He must really have given him some trouble to consider that.

“Come Lucius, we’ll drink to it and provide you with payment. Primus – help Lucius’ foreman to complete the changeover.”

Moving inside out of the sun, we drank and sealed the deal. Primus, was one of my household staff. A loyal and devoted Centurion, he took his role seriously. When not dealing with business of my house, or acting as my bodyguard, he performed physical training weights and enjoyed sparring in the courtyard with the gladiators. His dark hair and handsome face made him popular, and he was an impressive sight to behold in uniform. He’d had the opportunity to leave several times, but each time chose to remain. It was only my standing in society which offered me my own protectors. I made sure I looked after them.

Concluding our business, Lucius was shown out, and I had to return to the business on hand – and it was once again time to return to the courtyard.

Primus was standing in the shade of the building, keeping a watchful guard over the new staff. They were still chained hand and foot, but all had their hoods removed.

“This house is one of the proudest, well known and effective Gladiator training schools in the area. You have all been bought to serve its needs. Methods here are quite effective. I am your master. You will be obey me, the Centurions around you, and the Gladiators you serve. Fail and you will be punished. Succeed and you may earn your right to fight in the games yourself, or to buy your freedom. Most of you will be allocated a Gladiator. You are their property. Serve them well.”

More verbal from the troublesome slave from earlier.

“Tertius – take this verbal one and ensure the wounds on his back are not infected. Then take him to the cells with all the others, and 1-5 him. The rest of you, on your feet, and you’ll be taken to be fed, and refreshed 1-3 all.”

To the unaware, I was a fool who’d lost count of the numbers from earlier. But I was quietly giving orders to my men, who knew the translations. They were to be fed and refreshed – after all – filled bellies make good slaves. The actual instruction was to take the new slaves, provide them with bread and wine, drugged with a potent cocktail which would make them sleep for a good few hours. It was what was needed for my blacksmith to fashion their collars and chastity devices…

Author's note:
This story is a bit of an experiment; which I'll only keep writing if people send positive feedback. I’m always pleased to receive e-mails, SMS text, Tweets from readers email: fiction at bear-cop dot com Tweet @Bear_Cop or SMS text me to (UK Mobile) +447942999885.