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Slave to A Gladiator, chapter 4
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I had meant to post this last night or even earlier today, but I've been quite sick this past week, and I wasn't able to take any time off until today because I'm so busy at work nowadays.  I slept for much of the day today, although I did have to turn out for an important meeting in the afternoon.  I had a really crazy headache all day yesterday and nothing I took made a dent in it.  I woke up with it still there this morning, and despaired about how I was going to get through the day.  I mean, even Tylenol Threes didn't work on this sucker.  However, my friends came through, like they always do.  One came over and gave me a Reiki treatment, and I swear to God it reduced the pain by at least 50 percent. No fewer than three people cooked for me and delivered the food to my house!  I'm well stocked with tomato-basil soup, a vegetarian pasta dish, and a Japanese nimono dish with vegetables, tofu and fish.  Feeling loved made a huge difference, and although I'm still not myself, I felt a lot better by the late afternoon.

I've never been affluent in terms of money, but I have great wealth in the form of my friends.  And now, on to Chapter four...


Slave to a Gladiator

Chapter Four

Fandom:  Fake
Pairing:  Dee and Ryo
Rating:  Mature, still. No point in rushing the foreplay when there's a whip involved.
Spoilers:  to Volume 7
Disclaimer:  Sanami Matoh created these characters, not me.  I was not paid in any way for the creation of this story.
Summary: A stern gladiator with a whip and a semi-penitent slave boy in NYC.   Read on for details!
Author's notes:  Please read and review!  
Thank you to mtemplar and moontatoo for beta-ing this.



Slave to a Gladiator

by Brit Columbia

Chapter Four



Dee stepped back from Ryo, and looked him up and down in a very deliberate, if not arrogant way. When he spoke, Ryo realized that his lover was getting himself into character.

"You're a rare beauty, my little slave, and I intend to enjoy you in every way possible. Now strip, and lie down on the bed. Your master desires you."

Ryo's very first line came naturally to him. "Who are you calling 'little', you patronizing son of a bitch? I'm almost the same size as you are." He glared at Dee with genuine indignation.

Dee mock-frowned at him. "That's no way to address your master, Slave. You forget your training."

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about," said Ryo, starting to settle into his role. "I'm not anybody's slave and I'm leaving now." He made for the door, but Dee moved to block him.

"Oh no you don't. Don't even try."

Ryo drew himself up. "Step aside."

Dee abruptly tackled him and bore him backwards onto the bed for the second time that evening. He pressed the other man down with the weight of his body, leaning on his upper arms to prevent his slave from striking him.

The slave was struggling. "Get off me, you - you rapist!"

"I won't have to rape you," Dee informed him, "because you'll be begging me to fuck you before I'm done with you."

"Um...confident, aren't you?" panted Ryo. "Well, I'll have you know that I'm not a...homosexual, like you. I'm only interested in women.  You don't excite me at all." Jeez, what a pack of lies I used to tell myself, he thought.

"Oh no? What's this then?" Dee rubbed his crotch against Ryo's hard penis.

"It's nothing!" He used his strong legs to advantage, and knocked Dee off balance, before putting him in a wrestling hold. "Some gladiator YOU are." Dee struggled and Ryo laughed. He liked pinning Dee down like this, getting the better of him.

"Are you going to hold me like that for the rest of the night, my troublesome slave? Because sooner or later you're gonna have to loosen your hold, and then I'm going to punish you. You can bet your ass on that one, baby."

Those words sent a little thrill of delicious fear through Ryo. Would Dee actually punish him? He didn't know how he felt about that. For a moment he was tempted not to let go at all, but he reluctantly abandoned that thought because it wasn't feasible. Time to face the music. He tentatively let go of Dee, then immediately changed his mind about the music and scrambled for the edge of the bed. He almost made it, but at the last second, Dee caught his arm and pulled him back. Once more he found himself trapped under Dee, but this time he was face down and being held much more tightly than before, with Dee's breastplate pressing uncomfortably against his back. Both of them were panting with the exertion of struggling with each other, and both felt a certain excitement from the novelty of their activity. Ryo's short tunic had twisted up around his waist, and he was acutely aware of his naked, unprotected buttocks underneath the grinding heat of Dee's groin.
 
"Slave, there's nowhere for you to go. Your clothing identifies you as a pleasure slave. I fought for and won you in front of an audience of thousands. Wherever you run, you'll be recognized as a slave. If you're lucky, you'll be returned to me. If not, someone might catch you and sell you to a brothel. I advise you to stop struggling and give up any idea of escape."
 
While he had been speaking, Dee had been casting about on the bed for the discarded chains, but his questing fingers couldn't find them. Damn. They must have fallen on the floor. But he had to secure that bothersome, struggling slave as quickly as possible. That was when he thought of the whip that was wound around the other man's slender waist, where it doubled as a belt. He could use it as a restraint before he used it in the time-honored way.
 
He raised himself up off Ryo, so that he was kneeling astride his hips. Ryo tried to twist back and dislodge him, but Dee kept his seat. Because he was face down, Ryo couldn't use his arms or hands to good effect. He tried though, and Dee immediately grabbed one of his arms and twisted it up his back, not hard enough to hurt him, but hard enough to let him know he meant business.
 
"Get your filthy hands off me, you bastard. Let me go!"

Dee briefly closed his eyes in pleasure at the sensation produced by Ryo's buttocks wriggling frantically under him.
 
"You're my property, Slave. I own you. I'll never let you go." With his free hand, Dee started tugging the whip-belt around so that the knot was at the back where he could reach it. He was pleased to see that it had already become loosened during their brief wrestling match.
 
Ryo felt the length of the whip slowly sliding up past his stomach and side as Dee removed it from around his waist.
 
"What...what are you gonna do?" he asked.
 
"I think you can guess that, disobedient slave. But first there's the matter of your chains."
 
"Stop calling me a slave!"
 
Dee chuckled to himself. He was enjoying this. Ryo certainly seemed to be getting into it. He wondered if it was because his partner was trying to please him, or if it was on his own account. It wasn't always easy to tell with Ryo. If he made a promise or made up his mind to do something, he did his best with it whether he enjoyed it or not. He was like that in every area of his life. That was just the kind of person he was. Take cocksucking for example. Dee knew he hadn't really enjoyed it the first few times. But he had been determined to get good at it, and had basically forced himself to do it with that end in mind. It was only after Ryo believed he had attained some mastery over it that Dee felt he began enjoying it for its own sake.

He looped the whip a couple of times around the wrist of the arm he was holding, and then drew Ryo's other arm toward it and did the same.  When both Ryo's wrists were secured together behind his back, Dee got off him and looked on the floor for the manacles. It didn't take long for him to find them. He returned to Ryo, who now had one foot on the floor and was looking uncertainly at the door.

"Still thinking about escaping?"

Ryo's second foot found the floor and he began edging away.

"Just in case you've forgotten, Slave," said Dee, moving slowly toward him, "your hands are tied behind your back, you're wearing a very short skirt, and you've been relieved of your underwear.  Do you really wanna run outside looking like that?"

His slave looked at him resentfully, and his resentment became exacerbated by embarrassment when Dee's gaze traveled down his body to where his semi-erect cock pushed out the front of his tunic.

Dee advanced on him with the chains and Ryo backed away until he was brought up short by the dresser. He still felt a little awkward, but he couldn't deny that this game was rather exciting. He was torn between wanting to fight to preserve his character's alleged virginity and wanting to surrender to the coming pleasure. The war within him seemed to be between the old and the new Ryo. The old Ryo had held out against Dee for a long time, and his fight had been fueled by fear. He had dreaded the narrowing of his options, the prospect of being forced to live as part of a reviled and often victimized sector of society. But his fears had been so much bigger than the reality had turned out to be. Of course, it was uncomfortable at times, and he did occasionally encounter discrimination. But for the most part it wasn't hard for a gay couple to live in New York City. The new Ryo was very happy that he had surrendered. He was deeply in love, and sexually fulfilled for the first time ever. Yes, there had been some loss. But in exchange, he had gained everything. Everything.
 
Dee turned him around and untied the whip-belt from his wrists, saying, "Don't fight me, or it'll go harder for you."
 
Before Ryo knew what was happening, he felt the cold metal of the first manacle closing around his wrist. He shivered. It was different this time. Last time, he had merely been trying on a costume. This time he was consenting to be a slave. When the second manacle snapped into place, he knew there would be no more fighting back. For a moment, he felt the first faint tendrils of panic unfurling in the pit of his stomach, and he struggled to suppress them before the feeling built any further. It's just a game, his sense of reason whispered. Nothing to be scared of... He distracted himself from his alarm by trying to remember what he should do next in his role.  What was it? Bargaining? No, insulting. Wait, hadn't he done that already? Okay, bargaining. He could do that.
 
He turned slowly around and met Dee's eyes. "Um, you don't have to do this, you know," he said. "I have friends. Friends with power and money. They would pay you for my release."
 
"Not interested."
 
"You could use the money to buy another slave, if you absolutely MUST be someone's master."
 
"Not someone's. Yours." Dee nudged him towards the bed. "Lie down, Slave."
 
 Ryo looked at the bed. "I don't want to."
 
Dee laughed. "It doesn't matter what you want. You're a slave. A slave who's about to be punished."
 
"Punished for what? I haven't done anything wrong."
 
"Oh no? What do you call insulting your master, putting him in a wrestling hold, trying to escape, and disobeying every single order he has given you so far?"
 
"Um, defending myself?"
 
Dee gave him a hard look. "Slave. This is the last time I'm telling you. On the bed. Now."
 
Ryo regarded him mutinously for a moment, then lay down on the bed. He refused to look at Dee, instead directing his burning face at the wall.
 
"Turn over." Dee's voice was stern but Ryo acted like he hadn't heard him.
 
Dee took hold of one of Ryo's ankles and twisted it slowly and gently, but with strength, so that Ryo was forced to roll onto his belly. The loop of gold chain lay over his buttocks. Taking hold of it in the center, Dee drew it up toward the headboard, pulling Ryo's arms with it, so that his wrists were above his head.
 
Ryo noticed that Dee had a piece of blue silk in his hand. "Hey, is that the sash to my robe?"
 
"Silence, Slave." Dee used the sash to bind the gold chain to the brass curlicues of Ryo's headboard. Ryo obligingly struggled in response, and Dee stood back to admire his handiwork.  His slave lay face down on the bed, gleaming manacles around his wrists and gold chains leading from them to the headboard. His blushing face was buried against his shoulder and the comforter, but after a moment, one bright dark eye peeped up at Dee apprehensively.
 
Ryo noticed that Dee was holding the whip-belt. It suddenly looked far more like a whip than it did like a belt. It was made of braided cords of brown leather, and gleamed a little with polish or wax. It was maybe four feet long, and tapered. A brown leather tassel hung from the tip of the whip, and a brass loop was affixed to the end of the handle. Ryo watched Dee's hands as they played with it. His partner had a little smirk on his face that was probably calculated to make him uncomfortable. Seeing Ryo's nervous gaze on the whip, Dee snapped it gently a couple of times.
 
"That's gonna sting, eh?" He raised his hand and whipped the air just above Ryo's buttocks. The loud crack made the slave flinch. Bastard, Ryo thought.
 
Hoping to delay the next part, he said, "Are you really going to whip me when I haven't even done anything?"
 
"Yeah," said Dee, shaking out the coils of the whip. "You've never learned the proper slave attitude, and that's why you're such a piss-poor slave. It's obviously my responsibility to teach you how to submit to your master."  

~end of chapter four~

Author's notes:  I'm a dreadful tease, I know. (And I probably deserve to be punished) More in a week! The next chapter really heats up.


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*Jumps into icebath"

Okay Brit, stop dragging it out. MY stomach is so tied up in knots waiting for the nitty gritty already.....but *begrudingly* I have to admit that all this anticipation is quiet titilating....so can't wait for another update.

Later Brit

I know, I know. People just can't wait for Dee to start whaling on Ryo's poor, scared, never-before-whipped bottom. But we have to wait. If it's hard for the readers, think how hard it must be for Ryo, knowing that he's gonna get it, and he can't even put his hands over his butt to protect himself because they're chained to the headboard!

But thank you for liking the anticipation. And get out of that ice bath before you end up sick like me! *Hands you a huge fluffy towel and a blueberry tea*

Yes, you ARE a dreadful tease! *waits patiently for the next chapter*

I'm glad you seem to be doing a little better - I've been worried about you! I hope you're able to get some rest this weekend. That and some JB-watching in. *grins*

Thank you for worrying about me. You're really so sweet. I didn't sleep long enough last night, but I'm hoping to get a nap in this afternoon after I do the grocery shopping. I hope to watch JB tonight! Yay! The download is complete. I'll write to you later!

Dee briefly closed his eyes in pleasure at the sensation produced by Ryo's buttocks wriggling frantically under him.

You're not a tease. You just want us beg....okay I give up. Please Master, can I have another chapter.

It's the little moments of reality that actually make this hotter. Ryo a little scared but still excited. Dee not sure if Ryo is having fun or just trying to please him. The care that Dee is taking not to hurt him while still staying in character.

Headaches are the worst part of being sick. I get migranes so I can certainly relate. I've never tried a Reiki treatment before, but I've heard of it. Good to hear you're being taken care of. Every Master needs loving servants. :)

Please Master, can I have another chapter.

That would be 'Mistress', you naughty puss. Dee! Before you start whipping Ryo, would you come over here and perform a demonstration of what he's shortly going to be getting? jdr1184 has kindly volunteered her heinie.

Thank you for noticing the details. Those little moments of reality are essential because this is not just two hot guys doing a spanking scene, this is our beloved Dee and Ryo. There will be no blood and tears.

Thank God my headache is gone. It was utter torture while it lasted. I credit the Reiki treatment, which, to be honest, I didn't have any faith in when my friend started it, but nothing else had worked and I was desperate. After about 15 minutes, I felt a hell of a lot better. I'm not sure whether it was the treatment itself, or the healing energy of my friend, but whatever it was, it did the job that a Tylenol Three couldn't do.

"I'm only interested in women. You don't excite me at all." Jeez, what a pack of lies I used to tell myself, he thought.


doesn't this sum up Ryo's inner demons exactly? Although the "I'm not little, you son of a bitch" is my favorite line. Cracks me up every time!

I love this story and I hope to read your take on Ryo's fantasy after Dee's is complete. Hah, another spin off! No rest for the talented, I suppose.

I'm sorry to hear you don't feel well, Brit. Everything in is bloom where I live and I have a tinge of headache in the mornings. Could you have allergies? I'm sure you know this already, but keep up with fluids, they will help. I hate to suggest you may have eyestrain, because that will cut down on your computer time (oh no!) . But you probably need just a full day or two of nothing, nothing, nothing. I hope your weekend is stress free,

Moontatoo

Yep, Ryo has a few fantasies too, and someday when I have time, we will find out about them!

No, I'm pretty sure I don't have allergies. I've gone through two series of shots to get rid of them, one as a child and one as an adult. I spent my so much of my life sneezing around flowers though, that I still don't really like being in the same room as them, even though I'm no longer allergic. No, I was just sick and tense for a few days, but I'm on the mend now. Thank you for your kind concern and thanks for the reminder about the fluids! I just drank a glass of water.

God that was so hot. Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!

Thank you! Next week, I promise. And here's a snippet from the next chapter, just for you.

Dee looped up the whip so that it wasn't quite so long, and stood for a moment, looking at the pale, quivering buttocks before him. How pink would he be able to make them go before Ryo wanted him to stop? He was looking forward to finding out.

Yes, it's true. I cannot deny that my inner sadist has been roused by this story. Look out, world. And hubby.

Yes, you're a dreadful tease.

And I'm sorry you weren't feeling well - you're so right, though: you're very, very rich. That's the wealth that counts.

I'll have you know that teasing is an art, and when one has attained the status of 'dreadful' tease, one cannot sell out one's art by just rolling over and delivering spankings in the first chapter or two! But leather will strike flesh for sure next week! Thursday or Friday.

Here's a line for you, too:

"So you say no man has ever screwed your virgin ass before. Has anyone ever done this?"

And you'll just have to wait to find out what 'this' is. Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm doing it again.

Thanks for reviewing, Lee! And yes, I feel wealthy. In my readers as well as my friends.

I've never been affluent in terms of money, but I have great wealth in the form of my friends.

Next to your health, good friends are priceless! I am glad you are on the mend. Do you ever have weather-related headaches?

Yes, I forgot to mention health, but that's very true. I've mostly had good health in my life, so I tend to take it for granted.

No, I don't get weather related headaches. I get cold and flu related headaches, along with those that are caused by stress and tension.

Thank you for your kind wishes!

Yes, punishment for you is in order for this cruel cliffie!

*sends Dee (with special implements) to your house*

Yikes! *Debates whether to call hubby for protection or...send him out shopping for a couple of hours.* Hmm.

ahhh!! I want more! must have more... that was so awesome! couldn't wait for it on fanfiction, need it now.

~Poshu

Poshu, I think you're enjoying this story more than everybody. Well, maybe not more than Dee! Welcome to the ol' LJ. The next chapter will be posted here on Friday the 25th. I'll try to get it up in the first half of the day. Warning: chapter 5 is way too sexy for fanfiction dot net. I'll have to tone it down a lot before it goes up there.

Thanks for reviewing! Come back anytime.

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