Gladiator Tag

A New Role

Since taking the contract to be part of the Blue Jay Gladiators, I’d learned a lot, and not just about sex or the game. Dave, our “owner” took great care of his “assets”, and had us all developing our former skills, exploring new ones and, of course, working to make the ‘club’ pay. Our development included ballet lessons — invaluable in teaching you how to be flexible and agile — and gymnastics, again for the agility and strength it requires. 

As the guy with the least qualifications, and possibly the least skills, I actually found my niche running the Team’s online magazine and shop. I threw myself into it, determined to prove I was more than just a sexual plaything, and in the process managed to increase our support and our audiences at matches. Our online e-zine grew into a major effort, with followers all over the place, to my surprise, many of them women. And Dave’s fetish gear store also benefited. 

The one gap in my life, despite all the sexual activity, was that I had no regular lover. Everyone else seemed to have a partner in the ‘stable’, but all I had was regular invitations to spend a night with Dave. As far as I knew, Clive was his ‘regular’, and while Dave showed me particular attention, he never hinted it might be something deeper.

Time sort of drifted by. The team were doing well, and we had our regular following at matches, many of them regulars, but now also an increasing number of new supporters, some of whom showed up as ‘fans’ of individual team members, including me. I’d developed some good plays, and enjoyed the rough and tumble of the challenge, and, of course, the sex with the other team afterwards. I gradually realised that one reason I hadn’t developed a permanent relationship with anyone was that the one person I really wanted to have as my partner-lover was Dave, and he seemed to be already in a relationship — though it appeared to be a very ‘open’ one as he regularly invited me to spend evenings in his flat, and not always to have sex. 

I pushed all this out of my mind as I prepared for our latest game. It was against another top class team, the Red Oriols. We all had little rituals before a game, usually involving something sexy. Mine depended on what position I was playing, and my team mates had similar ‘good luck' rituals.  Today I needed my wits about me, as I was the designated ‘target’ and my preparation meant giving each of my team mates head …

Taking my place at the head of the team, the taste of spunk in my gagged mouth, and smeared on my face, I waited while our Coach, Clive, secured my arms and attached the chains to my ankles. Behind me the team took their places and submitted to having their wrists cuffed to the waist belt of the man in front of them. Dave, our owner smiled as he watched, and I felt a thrill of anticipation. My butt was slick with lube, but also full of Dave’s spunk — a little ritual we had for preparing to be the team’s Target. It was a requirement that the ‘Target’ be fucked by someone immediately before the game and then lubed up so that he was ‘loosened up’ and unlikely to be hurt should he be plugged. 

Dave always claimed the task and fucked me from behind, filling me with his cum, then filled me with lube in preparation for the game. It was something I looked forward to as the Target for any match.

Beneath my gag mask and hood, I smiled around the rubber penis filling my mouth. The fuck and the lube would mean I would have almost no resistance to an opponent’s ‘Golden Plug’. The Target’s prepping fuck was always witnessed by the opposing team’s coach and a referee, and it meant that only by being very flexible could a target avoid having the attacker’s plug inserted. If his aim was true … you wound up with your butt full of a nice big plug, and looking forward to sucking cock, being fucked and having your cock used by the winners …

“The Oriols are they’re on a winning streak, guys. They’ve got some damn good plays they use. Defenders, watch Eighteen’s flanks. They’ll try to run a flanker while they crowd you at his front …” Clive paused. “They’ve won their last four games by plugging the Target using that tactic.”

The team acknowledged his warning, grunting their answers through their gags. 

“You’ll have to try to keep your butt mobile if they do get close, Eighteen. Watch their Number Seven — he’s their ace. He’s quick and bloody good at planting a plug if he gets an opening.” He patted my butt. “Right, here you go, team. Give it all you’ve got.”

Dave, our ‘owner’, my hoped for lover, and inspiration, signalled. “Good luck, boys. Enjoy yourselves.” His hand stroked my butt as he leaned close. “Enjoy yourself, Pat. Win or lose, enjoy it, and tonight …”

I managed to grunt and nod. One way or another the team were going to enjoy some sex after the game. It was just a question of whether we were doing the Topping, or being Topped. And I could look forward to something from Dave afterward. Once I’d rested, cleaned up, got comfortable …

I shuffled forward in my restraints to lead the team into the arena. The cheers and catcalls burst over us like a wave, sending the adrenaline soaring in our systems. Reaching the Target position, I waited while the Linesmen separated me from the five players, and then attached my wrists and ankles to the uprights. At the other end of the pitch, the Oriol’s Target was fixed in place in the same manner. Both of us could manoeuvre our bodies within a limited range to avoid having the magnetic tags with their ribbons attached to our steel crotch covers, and obviously to attempt to avoid having a plug inserted into our butts.

I studied the Oriol’s five ‘Players’, their hoods bright red to our deep blue, noting their playing positions and trying to spot their Number Seven. To my surprise, he appeared to be one of the two ‘Defenders’ and not one of the Strikers. I hoped the rest of the team had noted this as well, it could be a vital part of their strategy. I remembered Clive’s warning. They’d try to crowd … then run a flanker. Okay. I hoped Nine, our Captain for this game had spotted this — or there was a good chance my butt was going to be filled by the bright red plug I could see attached to the Oriol’s Number Seven’s waist belt. And if that happened, we were definitely going to be Topped — and I could count on getting a lot of spunk pumped into me — at both ends.

My team won the opener, and the guys launched a dazzling attack, the strikers weaving, changing position, and swopping places with our Captain, they got a gap as our defenders managed to distract theirs and the whistle blew. Now it was the Oriol’s turn to attack, but our guys blocked successfully and, after several plays, only one tag ended up on my steel pouch.

The game progressed, the play getting more and more complicated. An accidental foul by one of their players gave our side an opening and suddenly we had eight tags on their target, to four on me. A mistake just before the end of the first half gave them an opening and suddenly I had nine tags … The whistle blew just as their Number Seven made his move to flank me, the plug already in his hand.

Dave joined us in the Team Dungeon as Clive connected our refreshment tubes to our gags.

“Well played, Team. You’re easily as good as them — better in fact. Thirteen, they almost blindsided you, but you recovered well. Watch that Number Seven of theirs — Eighteen was almost plugged there, he was an open target. Another couple of seconds …” 

Clive agreed. “Yeah, watch that, guys. He’ll probably have another go as soon as the game restarts. “I’ve been studying videos of their games. He always makes a play late in the first half, then they open the second straight in before you have time to settle if they missed in the first round.” He disconnected my now empty drink. “Come on Eighteen, time to lube you up again.”

While Clive pumped the lube gel into me, Dave continued. “Clive’s right, but this can be our opening. Seventeen, you and Six, watch for an opening. They often bring the whole team into the attack. I think we can take a risk. If their man breaks, whichever one of you is on the opposite side — break away, straight up the court, because when they do this they leave their Target undefended. One of you will have an open Target for a plug!” 

Clive was right, the Oriol’s made their move five minutes into the second half. Suddenly they were all over us. I sensed a movement on the edge of my restricted view, and then sensed someone behind me. I twisted violently in my restraints, collecting another tag. I felt the tip of the plug seeking my opening, and lunged aside and forward. It worked, I felt the plug fall against my leg, and thrust myself backward, knocking the attacker off balance. 

Suddenly the whistles were blowing.

“Golden Plug to the Blue Jays!” Called the referee.

The crowd went wild. Behind me I felt a movement, and before I could react, I felt the plug ram into me. The linesman pulled the guy away. “Foul, Seven. Red card, Ref. Plugging the Target after losing the plug and the game.”

I let the Ref and the Team Coaches get on with it. The plug actually felt good inside me. I decided there and then I’d keep it. My trophy if you like, a reminder of a good tight game, and a sore loser. 

“Want me to take it out?” Clive asked quietly.

“Uh, uh!” I shook my head.

In the Dungeon again, and with our gags and masks removed, Dave and Clive congratulated us. “Well done guys, that was a great play. Completely blindsided them. And their Number Seven has a four game suspension for his play.” Dave grinned as he looked at me. “You going to keep it in place, Eighteen?”

I smiled. “I’m going to keep it as a trophy, Master Dave. But it stays in me until you want it out.”

“Then get yourself over here so I can take it.” He laughed. “I’ve got something else to plant in there before you go and enjoy yourself with your winnings.”

The others laughed as they prepared to go to where the Oriols were waiting for our enjoyment. “We’ll save Number Seven for you, Eighteen! Give him a good fuck, Master Dave. He’s earned it.”

Holding me close with an arm round my waist, Dave laughed. “I plan to, and don’t forget we’ve got a celebration lined up for later.”

As soon as we were alone, Dave turned me to face him. “You’ve earned a reward, Pat. How do you want it?”

I indicated the sling chair. “In that, please. With my game gag and mask and restrained as your target, Master.” I grinned. “Leave me plugged until you’re ready to fuck my pussy.”

Dave kissed me. “Come on then.” He helped me into the seat, then secured the cuffs for my legs and arms. “Remember what day this is?” He grinned, preparing the gag and mask for insertion. “I thought not. It’s exactly two years since you answered my ad for the team.”

I opened my mouth to reply, and he inserted the gag, then fixed the mask in place. 

“Any regrets?”

“Uh, uh,” I shook my head. Nope, I had no regrets. I was more or less living my own wet dreams. What was to regret? Except not being Dave’s ‘wife’ …

Dave replaced the plug with his cock and, as always, gave me the best fucking yet. He took his time, making sure I got his full length, and the full pleasure of being fucked. I rode his thrusts, his stimulating my prostate with his cock pure ecstasy. His climax filled me again with his sperm and I tightened my sphincter to hold his gorgeous cock inside me for as long as I could. Then he gave me an epic blowjob. 

Removing my gag and facemark, he leaned down and kissed me, then released me. “Now go and enjoy your trophy, Pat. I hope the team have him well primed for you.” He kissed me again. “Have fun.”

The Oriols’ Seven was waiting. Secured in the identical sling seat I’d just occupied for Dave’s pleasure. He didn’t look happy about it. The team welcomed me with ribald comments and suggestions for what to do with him as I entered, and it was obvious they’d kept the Oriol Defender specially for me.

“He’s all yours, Eighteen!” Our Team Captain laughed. “Show him how you plug someone!”

I laughed. “Not the way he did to me,” I shot back as I moved to stand next to him. “Relax, I prefer it when my partner has as much fun as I do.” My hand found his semi-hard cock. Even in this state it was a beauty, cut, nicely shaped ‘head’ and nice shaft. “I’m guessing you prefer to Top.”

He grunted through his gag.

“Guess we can’t have it always the way we want it, so let’s see if we can both enjoy ourselves.” Using my hand I played with his cock and soon he was hardening up nicely and my first impression was confirmed. It was a beauty, straight, nice length, and the head flared and taut. With my free hand I tried a little nipple play, and got a good response. “Hmm, you like that, well, let’s see how you like this.” I took his cock into my mouth. The response was exactly what I hoped it would be. “Mmmm, nice. Bet your regular lover gets a load of fun with it.”

His reaction suggested he didn’t have a regular partner, but there was something else with it. I took my time and worked his cock over well, holding him on the edge until I was ready, then sucked his cum greedily. Keeping up the stimulation on his nipples, and giving his cock plenty of attention, I kept him ‘interested’.

“Ready to let me into that pussy of yours, Seven?”

Once again, his response was more resignation than eager. Could it be that he wasn’t as Gay as the rest of us? I made a decision. “Let’s get shot of the gag, then we can expand the fun.”

“Thanks,” he said, flexing his jaw as I removed it. “You’re fucking good at the oral … Best blowjob I’ve had in a long while.”

I grinned. “All part of the service. Just returning the favour …” My fingers explored his butt, teasing. He was well lubed up, the guys must have pumped him full of the stuff. “Look, I get my biggest buzz when my partner is getting what he really likes, so what really floats your boat?”

He looked away. “Um. If I’m honest …? Oh fuck it. Look, I do this because I’m desperate for the money, okay?”

Leaning down, I kissed him. “No, not okay.” I paused, then said quietly, “Listen, I’m going to make love to you, not just go for the fuck. So tell me what you really enjoy and let’s see if I can get it right.”

He bit his lip. “If you must know, I’m mostly straight. The other guys know it. I do whatever they want just to keep them happy …” He hesitated. “Okay, since you ask, I like being helpless like this when they do me over …”

I nodded. “Okay, so let’s just relax, forget everything else, and let me show my appreciation.” Kissing him again, I said, “We’ve all got our baggage — try being Gay in a very conservative family, it isn’t easy and I expect it wasn’t easy for you to take on playing in a Tag Glad team knowing the winners were going to get to fuck you.” I saw the amazement in his eyes and grinned. “So, I’m still going to have my fuck, but we’re going to have fun together. I’m going to teach you how to really enjoy it.”

My hand had been busy, and his cock was stiffening nicely as I began to nibble his nipples, kiss his neck, and then work my way down his body. Around us the other guys got on with their fun. We slowly became unaware of the activity around us, lost in our own world. By the time I placed myself between his raised legs and pressed my cock to his sphincter, he was relaxed and enjoying my attentions.

My balls, having been drained several times today, took a while to reach a load, and I made use of my cock to ensure Seven got the fuck of his life. Then I stayed inside him, as long as I could, keeping up my gentle stroking, fondling and playing with my hands and my lips. I wanted him nice and hard for what I planned, and when I finally slipped out of him, I moved to straddle his crotch, then, watching his face and grinning like a Cheshire Cat, I guided his gorgeous erection into contact with my butthole. 

“You plugged me earlier, Seven. Now you can do it for real. Fill me up, babe. Enjoy it!” 

With him inside me, I used my sphincter to milk him, keeping my movements to a minimum. Having drained his balls earlier, I knew I could look forward to a long ride, and I wasn’t disappointed. Nor did I go unrewarded when he eventually hit his climax. I clenched my sphincter on his cock and smiled, my fingers teasing his nipples. “Now tell me you hated that.”

Surprise showed briefly, then he grinned. “You win, but that’s the first time I really have enjoyed it.” He wriggled his hips, making his semi-hard cock slip a little until I tightened my muscle and gripped him tighter. “I could get to like it!”

I laughed. “That’s the way.” Realising we were alone in the dungeon, I laughed. “The others have gone to guzzle the refreshments, want to join them?”

“Why not?” He hesitated. “And thanks. I meant it when I said I enjoyed this.”

It didn’t take long to release him. I helped him up, gave him a man hug and then a kiss. Laughing, we joined the other guys in the adjoining room as we were. A cheer went up from the teams as soon as they saw us. My companion was surrounded by his team mates, slapping him on the back, congratulating him and celebrating. Hoisting him onto their shoulders, they marched him round the room. I joined my own team, for a drink, and several warm hugs.

“Well done, Eighteen.” The team captain, today my friend Number Five, said, watching the Oriol’s. “Dave’s pleased. You’ve done him proud — that guy is his nephew and he needed a lot of help. Bad experience with a church, then girlfriends, and some bad experience with his fetish …” He grinned. “Dave reckoned you’d show him how it should be.” 

I joined the other twenty members of the ‘stable’ at Dougie’s just off Main Street. The first floor area had been rearranged and decorated and we were greeted by drinks and appertisers. 

Dressed to ‘kill’ as one of the older players put it, we were all in what approached, for us, smart casual outfits suitable for a night out in a public restaurant. In my case this meant my tailored latex jeans, a smart shirt and a jacket over it with a pair of good shoes. Like all the Gladiators I wore a metal collar with my number tag on my neck. 

The young man who’d met me on the night I met Dave here, grinned as he saw me. “Said you’d fit right in.” He offered a tray of drinks. “Sweet, medium or dry sherry?”

Surprised, I took a medium sherry. “This is a bit posh.” I smiled. “If you told me what I was getting into that night, I might have run for it.”

“But you didn’t, and you’ve made quite an impression.”

I laughed. “Yeah, and a lot of them have left quite an impression in me!”

An arm slipped round my waist and I turned to greet Dave. “Evening, Master. What are we celebrating?” I caught sight of Clive with an older guy I knew only as our ‘Manager’ who did the arranging for fixtures and matches. I envied Clive, living, I thought, with Dave. I had to acknowledge I was in love with Dave, and would have done anything to be his live in partner instead of just his occasional ‘lover’.

“You, goof.” He pecked my cheek. “Thanks for being so gentle with Seb. He’s rather special to me, and I hoped you’d help him.”

“It was a pleasure, sir. I hope I have helped him accept what we are.” Surprised by the tenderness, I let Dave steer me to a seat. “I think there’s a long and not so good story there.”

“There is, but I’ll tell you — or he will — another time.” He pulled out a chair and indicated I was to sit, and when I had done so, tapped a glass with a knife from the table. “Blue Jays! A moment please.” When everyone was silent, he smiled. “I’ve a couple of important announcements, and then we can enjoy the dinner. First, you guys are now Top of the Gladiator League, and today’s win makes it a dead cert that you’ll take the trophy this year.” 

He paused as we all cheered and thumped the table. “Well done doesn’t even come close, but I’ll say it anyway.” The cheers shook the room. “And then there’s an anniversary.” His hand found my shoulder. “Two years ago, in this room, I met a guy just off the coach from Garretville. He was pretty desperate, but I liked the look of him, and figured he had potential.” He laughed. “Okay, I fancied him as well!” The group shouted with laughter as I blushed. “Like all of you, he took a five year contract, reviewable after two years. Tonight those two years are up.” He turned and looked down at me. “What do you say, Pat-Eighteen? Want out, or will you see out the five?”

Stunned, I stared back, confused. Was he trying to tell me to go? “I don’t want to go.” I blurted. “I want to stay in the team …” The mere thought of having to give up the companionship and the safety of The Stable sent a chill through me. Alright, and the sex, particularly with Dave when he fancied it …

On my left, Clive punched my arm. “Great: You won’t regret it!”

“Then I’ve got something else to ask you later, Pat.” Dave said in the midst of the cheering and congratulations. He waved his hands for silence. “Let’s eat.”

He sat down, his hand seeking and finding mine. “I’ve something very important to say and to ask — but I want to do it in private, Pat.” He kissed my cheek. “Think you can wait?”

Tears stung my eyes. “Yes, sir,”

“Dave. Not ‘sir’ and not ‘master’ — unless we’re playing a scene. Okay?”

My head in a whirl, I ate, wondering what was coming, and why I was seated between Clive and Dave. Clive was in good spirits, and so was Dave, and between them they jollied me along.

The meal was great, a real treat for us all, and the companywide it even better. Dave was a great host and boss, and he certainly knew how to ensure everyone had a good time. We arrived back at “The Stable” happy, well fed and very well entertained.

Dave drew me aside. “Let’s go to my flat. Time to talk.”

“Sure, Dave,” I responded. “What about? I’ve said I want to stay the full five — longer if possible.”

“What about? Of plugs, and hoods, and gags and cuffs. Of gladiators, masters and slaves …” He grinned at my expression. “Goofus, about us, of course. More specifically, about you, and your future.”

“I like the first part of that, but the bit about me sounds serious …”

“It is.” He handed me a drink. “Sit over here, I’ve quite a bit to say.”

He certainly did have a lot to say, but the bit that stunned me was his invitation to take up permanent residence in his flat!

“You mean you want me to be your lover? Move out of the Stable?” I gulped. “But we thought … I thought, I mean, what about Clive?”

“What about Clive? He’s not my partner, we’ve never been lovers.” Dave put a hand on my thigh. “I’m unattached, and I know you are too.”

I gulped, my eyes stinging. My dream seemed to be coming true. “You want me as a lover?” 

“In a nutshell, yes. But more than that.” Dave paused. “I realised some time ago that you were the right person for me.” His finger on my lips stopped me. “Yeah, I know we’ve made out often enough, but I think you deserve more, and I want more … I want you as my partner, Pat. I want you to share my home and my bed,”

“But my contract …”

“Can continue, if you wish to.” Dave took both my hands. “I know you enjoy the game and the orgies after, and I admit I get a buzz watching you …” He grinned wickedly. “And prepping you as a Target!”

I smiled. “Dave, I’ve got nothing to offer you except my body … “

He stopped me. “Bull. You’ve a lot more, and anyway, I want you, as you are, and what you are, and all I’ve got to offer is me, as I am and what I am.” He pulled me into an embrace. “Please say yes.”

Tears started in my eyes. “Dave,” I sobbed, “The first time I heard your voice, it did things to me, and that hasn’t changed. If you really want me to be your partner and lover … I accept.” I managed to wipe my eyes on my sleeve. “Damn. Sorry about the waterworks, but … it’s so corny, but, I love you, Dave. I think I fell in love the first time we met, and since then …”

His mouth covered mine in a long and tender kiss. Without actually being aware of what was happening, I let him strip me and then we were in his bed, and I submitted to the most tender and enjoyable lovemaking I’d ever experienced. We fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms, and slept soundly. 

I woke to daylight, surprised to find Dave still asleep and with his arm across my chest. He usually was first awake and get up. Replaying our conversation of the night before, I smiled, turning my head gently so I could watch his face as he slept. It looked so peaceful, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth, his features otherwise relaxed. His breathing was steady, and I could almost imagine I could feel his heartbeat as he lay against my body. My eyes stung as I realised I could very likely look forward to waking in his arms like this for the rest of my life — and I loved the thought of it.

Very gently I kissed his head.

His eyes flicked open and he smiled. “Mmm, good morning, love. Still want to be my partner and lover? Or have you changed your mind?”

My hand found his erection. “Mmmm, feels like you need to remind me what I’d lose if I did. Good morning, beloved, how would you like me to demonstrate my answer?”

He grinned. “We’ll do a sixty-nine. I want a dose of you before we get up and decide how to move you out of the Stables and into your new home.”

“Mmm, perfect, Love. Just what I need.” I whispered as he repositioned himself, and I found myself admiring his gorgeous cock. I licked the drop of precum leaking from him and then explored his shaft, his balls and finally that gorgeous flared ‘head’. At my crotch, Dave mimicked my actions, both of us lost in worshipping each other’s eager cocks.

We took our time, keen to make this special moment last. He came first, flooding my mouth with his delicious spunk. I needed a little longer, and kept working on his now softening tool as he worked mine. Finally, having brought me to my climax, and drained every drop of spunk he could from me, he swopped positions again, and clamped his mouth to mine in a long and spunk flavoured kiss.

“Thanks,” I whispered, when he finally broke it. “For everything …”

He kissed me again. “My star Gladiator … and my lover.” He grinned. “Do you know how many offers I’ve had for your contract? Too many. And I’m not selling!”  

“I sure hope not.” I paused, nibbling his neck, and feeling his cock hardening against me. “Um, Dave, it feels like you need a little more …” I stopped as his mouth engaged mine again. “Please fuck my boyhole …”

He grinned. “With pleasure …”

Rolling on my back, I spread and raised my legs, smiling up at him as he positioned himself. His cock sank into me and I smiled, crossing my legs over his back. “This is how I’de like to start every day in future …” I bit my lip as he began to thrust. “Full of your sperm — especially on match days!”

My new status as Dave’s chosen partner didn’t change my position with the team. After all, we were all ‘contracted’ Tag Gladiators, regardless of who we were sharing our lives or our beds with. Our pregame rituals continued.

“You sure you don’t mind, Dave?” I asked as I prepared for a game.

“Why should I? I’m the one that gets to keep you afterward.” He grinned. “Besides, have you any idea how sexy you are when you’ve lost and are full to the eyebrows with the winner’s spunk?”

“Am I?” I grinned. I knew what he meant, having been filled at both ends with five or more cum shots always left me on a sort of sexual high. “You’ll have to show me sometime.”

“Count on it.” He watched me fit my Target Hood. “Ready for your pregame dose of me?”

“Yes, sir!” I grinned. “Always, sir.” I kissed him, sharing some of Number Sixes spunk in the process. “Enjoy me tonight, Master. As I come out of the Dungeon orgy. Please?”

“You’ve got it.” Dave fitted my gag and checked my breathing mask. “Come on, time for your pregame fuck and lubing, Pat. Mustn’t keep the Ref waiting.” He steered me into the Target preparation room. “Gladiator Eighteen, Registered Number Four-Six-Nine. Our Target for today.”

The Ref nodded. “Strap him down, and let's have a look at his marks. You got his Health Certificates handy? Let me see them while you secure him.”

Dave passed the wallet with my certification over and strapped my over the prepping bench. 

“Right, everything’s there.” He checked my tattoo. “Nice butt, I bet it gets a lot of attention.”

Dave laughed. “You bet. The rest of him is pretty damn good as well.” 

I could sense Dave behind me, and then the touch of his lubed cock. I pushed gently against his pressure, letting my sphincter relax as he penetrated me. I loved the feeling of his gorgeous cock filling me, stretching me, linking us together in this most intimate way, especially while I was helpless and fully in his control.

As always on a Game day when I was the Target, he’d not shot a load, and now he pumped me full of his sperm. I felt the nozzle of the lube pump enter me once he withdrew, and then I was being released, and put into the restraints to take my place at the head of the team. Dave checked my cuffs were secure, and kissed my rubber covered face. 

“Good luck, Pat. The boys are on form, but, whatever happens, I plan to show you just how sexy you are tonight.”

I kept that thought in mind as I was fixed to the Target posts. These guys were good. Damned good, and we were going to have to be very good to beat them. The whistle blew and the first play began.

Their Strikers pulled a classic one-two, drew off the Defenders, and their Centre slipped through the gap and planted the first tag. After that, it was fast and furious. By half-time I had fifteen tags decorating my crotch, and their Target had one more. The second half was just as intense. I managed to evade three attempts to plug me, and we ended the second half with both Targets having twenty tags covering our crotch shields.

For the second time in my Gladiator career, I faced a Penalty Match Decider. Once again, it was tense and I finished with twenty-four tags.

“Twenty-four all,” called the referee. “The match will be decided by a Penalty Plug. Team Managers, designate your Plug Player.”

I watched the preparation, the Yellow Team’s designated player took his place on the five metre line, his blindfold covering his lenses. I noted his number. Thirty-three. Damn, I knew he was good. Just watching him prepare himself told me I would be lucky to evade him if he got close. The whistle blew, and he moved. Hell, he was good. A few strides brought him to the right hand target post. Then he was behind me. Desperately I twisted, trying to throw him off. I tried every move I could manage with my wrists and ankles secured to the posts — then, just as I thought he’d run out of time, the tip of his plug found my opening and he thrust it home as I arched my body away from him in an attempt to escape it.

The crowd roared, almost drowning the whistles. 

“The Yellow Finches win!” bawled the Referee.

Dave was waiting as we returned to the dungeon. Waiting until the other guys were released from each other, he said, “Well played, all of you. They just got lucky. Your scores in the Association Cup are still in the top four, so we’ll be in the quarter final anyway.”

Clive entered with the Coach of the Finches, their arms full of bondage gear. “I think you guys will enjoy what the Finches want.” He grinned. “Max is going to help me dress you all, but Eighteen is going to get something extra special.”

Dave chuckled. In my ear he whispered, “I think you’re going to be a sperm bank by the time they’re finished.” He paused, his lips brushing my shoulder. “And then it’s my turn.”

I watched as the rest of the team were fitted into strait jackets, or full bondage suits, their hoods changed to allow tube gags, and then it was my turn.

My harness was removed, and my gag replaced by a tube. Then my cock and balls were fitted into a chastity belt, before they fitted very heavy duty cuffs to my ankles, thighs, wrists and elbows. A hefty belt went round my waist, and then my hands were enclosed in hefty padded mitts. 

In the Yellow Dungeon was found myself placed over the Target Preparation bench, and now the purpose of the cuffs and belt became apparent. Dave was right, I would be leaving here a loaded sperm bank. I felt the plug removed, and then it was replaced by the first cock of what felt like many. I didn’t have long to think about it thought, because another slipped into the tube gag and I was busy.

I lost track of cumshots and time. I was vaguely aware of a plug being inserted after what seemed like hours, then of the tube gag being replaced by my usual gag and breathing mask. Once more on my feet, the chastity belt came off, and someone fitted my game harness, though the cuffs and the belt remained. Clive steered me to the door, along the passage and across the private lawn to the entrance of Dave’s apartment, then into the bedroom.

Vaguely I registered that there were a pair of uprights anchored to the floor, then Clive turned me and fastened me to them with extra chains between my elbow and thigh cuffs, the belt and the posts, and then a rod from floor to the base of the plug in my anus.

“Don’t go away now,” He chuckled. “Dave will be along shortly — and he has plans.”

I heard Dave enter, but couldn’t turn my head far enough to see him thanks to the restricted view through my now spunk smeared lenses.

“Hmm, now that really looks delicious,” he said, his arms slipping round me from behind. “Did I mention how irresistible I find you when you’re loaded with cum? You got eleven loads in both ends — a record. You’re a walking sperm bank.”

Relaxing in his embrace, I nodded. “Mm-hmm.”

He laughed softly. “And they very kindly left your balls fully loaded. I expect you’re wondering why I got Clive to secure you like this?”

I shook my head. “Uh-uh.” I pressed against him, despite the plug embedded in my butt and anchored to the floor severely restricting the movement, feeling his erection against me.

“You trust me that much?”

“Hm-mm!” I nodded. I did trust him. Completely. Contract, or no contract, I would have crawled into bed with him anywhere, any time, and let him do whatever he liked with me.

His soft laugh sent ripples up and down my spine. “Then let’s get started.”

Moving in front of me, he carefully released my pouch, his hand encircling my rapidly stiffening cock. “Have a I ever told you you have a beautiful cock?” he whispered. “And balls to match.” He teased my glans and I realised he was wearing textured latex gloves. “Like that,” he asked as I moaned. I’d have thrust toward him, but the plug in my cum filled butt prevented the movement. “Oh yes, the plug. It prevents you moving doesn’t it.” He knelt down. “Ready for this? Your balls must be bursting for relief?”

His mouth began to explore my cock. Have I said he was an expert at this? He was, he is, and he knew just how to keep me on edge, desperate for release, and deny me that … When he did bring me to my climax, it felt like my cock would never stop pulsing, that I’d eject my balls themselves … and the only reason I didn’t collapse to the floor was the chains, the plug and the fastenings holding me suspended between the uprights.

In a daze I registered that I was being released, and then stripped of the harness my playing boots and the gag, then I was lifted in his arms, deposited on the bed, still plugged. i responded to his embrace by wrapping my arms around him and offering my mouth for his hungry kiss. When we surfaced, I whispered, “Dave, Master, please unplug me … and then fuck me any way you like.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, Master, I’m sure. Chain me to the bed, and fuck me — please?” I moved to fondle his erection. “Make me your sperm bank.” I grinned. “In both ends.”

“You’ve asked for it.” He set to work, chaining me in a full spread-eagle. Then he started to enjoy me. Dave is a maestro.   

With nothing to do but lie there and enjoy his taking his pleasure first in my mouth, then out of my cock again, and finally a good fuck in my boyhole … Released from the restraints, I fell asleep wrapped in his arms. Life just couldn’t be better.