Slave to a Gladiator
Slave to a Gladiator
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Slave
to a Gladiator
By
Brit Columbia
Chapter One
Fandom:
Pairing:
Rating:
lemony. However, graphic hotness
will eventually ensue.
Spoilers:
Disclaimer:
not me. I was not paid in any way
for the creation of this story.
Summary: Horny
gladiator and flustered slave boy in NYC.
I think that pretty well says it all.
Author's notes:
jdr1124, who both pounced on a line in Fake First Year Together: A New Day
(May), chapter 34.
Thank you to mtemplar
for betaing this.
Slave
to a Gladiator
Chapter One
"What the
hell is this?" Ryo demanded, taking the costume Dee handed to
him. "And why are you dressed like a gladiator? I thought we agreed
we were going to go to this party as Butch and Sundance."
"Sorry babe.
It looks like a lot of other gay couples had that idea ahead of us. This was
all they had left."
Ryo looked
dubiously at the costume. "What am I supposed to be, if you're already the
gladiator?"
"Er...you're
some kind of Roman citizen."
"Well, this
doesn't exactly look like a toga. It looks like half of it is
missing. Where's the rest?"
"That's all
they gave me. Come on, just try it on. The party's in less than an hour, and we
don't have time to find another costume."
Grumbling under
his breath, Ryo quickly stripped out of his slacks and shirt, and put the
costume on. It consisted of a short, cream-colored tunic,
embroidered around the shoulders and hem with gold thread in a pattern of
leaves. There was a pair of brown leather sandals that laced up his
calves. Ryo stood up and faced Dee. "I think it's a little big around
the waist," he said.
handed him a box, saying, "It needs a belt. There's probably one in
here. These are the accessories for that costume."
Ryo opened up the
box and his mouth dropped open in shock. "Are these manacles and chains
part of the costume?" he demanded. "And what the hell is this -
a whip?" His eyes met Dee's with indignation. "Wait a minute -
I'm not a Roman citizen, I'm a friggin' SLAVE boy!"
Dee nodded
admiringly. "And a very sexy slave boy you are, too."
"Why do I
have to be the slave boy, while you get to be the gladiator?" Ryo
complained, tugging at the hem of his tunic in mortification. "I can't go
out in this! It's so...so short! And it still needs a belt."
"That whip
is actually the belt," Dee informed him helpfully. "The idea is
that if the slave displeases his master in public, he removes the slave's belt
and disciplines him with it."
Ryo grimly
wrapped the whip-belt around his waist and knotted it. "If anyone in this
room so much as thinks
the carpet."
"Dude, you
are one fine-looking slave boy." Dee looked him over
appraisingly. "Turn around and show me the back."
"Why
not?" said Ryo, rolling his eyes and turning around. "You might as
well get a good look because I'm taking it off in about fifteen seconds."
The minute he had
turned around, he felt Dee pressing up against his back. There it was: the
familiar and unmistakable sensation of a hard-on pressing against his buttocks.
"Dee,
what the hell are you doing? I'm in no mood for this." Ryo sounded pissed
off. "Couldn't you have gotten a better costume for me? This one is
positively indecent, not to mention demeaning."
"Baby, you
have no idea how fucking hot you look in that outfit. Come on over to the
mirror."
Ryo had no choice
about going over to the mirror, because Dee dragged him there.
"Look at us,"
Dee said, and Ryo raised mutinous eyes to their reflection. Dee stood
there in a leather breastplate adorned with rounded metal studs, and a short
kilt with leather strips hanging in front of his groin. The effect was somewhat
disrupted by the raging erection that had recently sprung up in that location
and was only barely being contained by whatever it was that gladiators wore as
underwear. A wide leather sword belt encircled his waist, and he wore
matching leather wrist cuffs. Ryo's eyes went from Dee to himself and he saw
that he had indeed been right when he pronounced the tunic short. Hell, it
was almost as short as the micro-mini Diana had worn to conduct her
consequently very well-attended workshop on serial-killer profiling.
"Don't we
look Roman?" Dee asked. "These costumes are great, especially
yours."
"If you like
it so much, YOU wear it, and I'll be the gladiator."
"No can do,
babe. I already tried it on. You think it's short on you? Well, my balls
were on display. Literally. Plus I almost popped a seam in the shoulder when I
was trying to get it off. It's just right on you, but on me, it's
definitely too small."
"So you
say." Ryo looked from himself to Dee and considered that it just might be
possible that Dee was telling the truth. There was a three-inch difference in
their heights and Dee was a tad heavier through the shoulders. "I'm
still not going to the party in this outfit, no matter how many compliments you
give me."
"Okay, baby,
I'm not gonna force you." Dee
snorted. "Like I could! Hey, since you're probably gonna take it off
anyway, why don't you try on the rest of the costume?"
"What,
there's more?"
"You're
forgetting the chains and manacles. Look! They're pretty! The gold-tone matches
the leaves on your tunic." He held them up hopefully, making very
effective puppy dog eyes.
Ryo couldn't
resist the puppy dog eyes. "Oh all right, put them on me. But just
for a minute."
Dee locked one
manacle around Ryo's right wrist, then the other to his left. There was a
longish three-foot chain between them that afforded the wearer some freedom of
movement, and Ryo moved his hands out from his body experimentally, and looked
at himself in the mirror. The chains were rather beautiful, like a sort of
exaggerated barbaric adornment. Dee was right; they did match his tunic
perfectly.
"Huh.
Interesting," he said. "Okay, you've seen the whole costume.
Unlock me now."
"Oops,"
said Dee, looking down at the carpet in puzzlement.
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-End of chapter one-
Additional author's
notes: I'll post the next chapter
here in about a week. Meanwhile,
chapter two is already up on my LJ page at http://brit-columbia.livejournal.com/