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Slave to a Gladiator

By Brit Columbia

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

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) And just to
make things worse, I may not be able to post the next chapter in a week because
I don't foresee having any free time to write in the next five days. However, if you want to read chapter 5,
go to my LJ. http://brit-columbia.livejournal.com/
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