Date: Wed, 03 Oct 2001 13:04:43 +0000
From: Darren Talbot <davidtalbot50@hotmail.com>
Subject: gay male/ historical/ his eyes, chapter two

His Eyes
Chapter two

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I tried to struggle against them. Around me, the muffled screams of other
boys, and the solid wall of fear from the others who were waiting for thier
turn on tables. I tried to struggle, but my legs had gone weak with fear,
and I couldn't breathe.

On the table, it's cold stone against my ass and back, the two massive men
standing on either side pushed my down by my shoulder and hip. In craning my
neck to see where the man who's brought me here went, I caught a glimpse of
something that threw new furvor into my panic struggle: where the penis's of
both of these men should be were only horribly mutilated stumps.

I opened my mouth to scream and immediately, a spit soaked thick lengrth of
leather was shoved inside of it. My eyes grew so large with fear that I
thought they might pop out. The man had just finished wiping the blood from
the blade and turned around. It's metal gleamed at me, briefly reflecting my
face.

The bladesman slowly slid his hand down my stomach, throwing me into a
heightened pleasure. I arched my back a little. He let his fingers almost
lovingly caress my testicles and slide up my cock, which was growing again.
I was horrified and fascinated all at the same time. My cock was now almost
straight up and glistening with a small drop of some liquid I'd never seen
it have before. It was jumping with the huge thuds of my pulse.

The bladesman stopped, and looked back at me, grinning, then said something
in the language of these people. The two men standing next to me began to
laugh and let me up, one of them wrapping his enormous hand around my arm
entirely and pulling me out of the tent. The boys who were waiting stared at
me in a mixture of disbelief and hatred. The screams that followed me out of
that tent have haunted me to this day.

I was led outside, ashamed and embarassed about my erection, but slowly
regaining the ability to breathe. I'd been spared for some reason. And
guilt. I was guilty at not sharing any of the horrible fates I'd seen befall
the boys I knew, some from my very own village.

The huge man led me to another tent. He peeked inside, his iron grip on my
arm holding me in place. I didn't struggle because I was only just now able
to feel my legs again. His head came back out with a frown on it, and he
hauled me away with a yank of the arm, causing me to trip over my own feet.

We went to three more tents. In one, I was even taken inside, but the man
behind the small desk there waved his hand without even looking up. I saw
another blonde-haired boy kneeling infront of him, his head near the man's
crotch, and moving back away from it then back towards it. It didn't dawn on
me, then, what that boy might have been doing, but I know, now. Yes, I know
now.

Finally, after the four tents, I was yanked around again and was being led
back to the first tent, again. Back to where the bladesman waited. It seemed
I wasn't going to escape that fate, after all. My legs began to go weak
again, and we were just about to enter the tent for a second time when
someone cried out near the huge man.

He stopped, and turned his head. Approaching was a tall man in nicely kept
robes. He had soft skin and a pleasant face. He and the huge man began
talking back and forth about something, then the nice looking man gave the
tall man some coins of silver, and the big man let go of my arm, slowly,
watching my eyes the whole time. The pleasant looking man then took my arm
lightly, smiling, and turned me away from the big man who'd been so rough.

As we walked away from that horrible tent, the guilt of not having these
horrible things happen to me was a thick blanket I was choking under. I saw
horrors as we walked out of that camp. Other boys bent over barrels and
being raped by four or five men at a time, Boys with spots of blood on the
front of thier tunics from the wool not completely able to cover the wounds
they'd been inflicted with, and in all of thier eyes, hatred and fear. Worse
were the ones with no looks on thier faces at all.

We were out of the camp completely and on a long, flat stretch of grass when
four young, very muscular and lean men approached, carrying a large bed with
an overhanging drape on top of two poles. Two men carried each pole over
thier shoulders. When they arrived where we were, they lowered the palanquin
to the ground. The kind faced man stepped in and gently led me in, as well,
sitting me next to him. Just as I sat, he said something and the whole
contraption was lifted, and the men started a slow jog away, carrying us
both.

"I'm guessing that you are from the island?" the man said, suddenly, in my
language. His accent was funny, but I could understand him.

"Yes." I replied, still in utter shock.

"Do you have a name?"

"Hamish." I said, weakly.

"Hamish. Not a very pretty name for such a pretty boy." He said, tilting his
head to the side.

I didn't respong to that, and we rode in silence for a time. The countryside
we were passing was breathtaking. It was bright and green and lush. My pale
skin soaked it in, warming me.

"My name is Theodus. Do you know where you are?"

I shook my head no, reluctantly looking back to his face.

"Ah. I didn't think so. You are now in New Carthage. The very tip of the
Empire," he said, leaning forward and putting his hand on my leg. He traced
my thigh with his fingertip and, though it ashamed me, blood rushing to my
face and my cock, I liked the touch.

Seeing the tears in my eyes, though, he stopped, and then leaned back, "Do
you read your own language?"

I shook my head no. I couldn't read. My father had always said that he
wanted his daughters to be able to read, but me he was training to farm. I
had always been jealous seeing them sitting with the Druid that came with
his tablets for them. I'd always wanted to know of the secrets hidden there.

"Ah. How is your eyesight, though? Good enough to guide an old man around,
I'll wager." He said, and laughed to himself.

The rest of our trip passed in silence. I felt my old self come back some
from the refugee self I'd become in the past weeks of the voyage and the
shock of today, when I saw the town we approached. By comparison to most in
the Empire I've seen since, it is nothing, but to a boy who'd never been
beyond the confines of his village before, New Carthage was a vast
metropolis. I forgot the pain, the miseray and the shame watching it grow
and then surround us. The streets were filled with more of these dark haired
people, and they were so dark skinned and beautiful to me. I even recall
seeing a young man playing with an infant on the street. I smiled at him
when he looked at me, and he smiled back.

Winding through streets, we eventually were lowered to the ground infront of
  what seemed to me a vast manor. Theodus got down off the litter and took
my arm again, lightly, in his hand. He led me to the door and down several
steps inside. The smooth stone was cool and marvelous against my feet. I was
famished, though, and my hunger hit me full force once inside. My stomach
growled loudly.

"Ahh...hungry, eh? Well, we must keep your strength up, mustn't we?" Theodus
said, smiling. He began barking out things in the other language, and people
began moving. Soon, I was brought to a table which was spread out in a
feast. What I didn't know was that this was fairly light meal for this
household, but to me it was endless bounty. I gorged myself horribly, and
very soon was fast asleep, my head resting on my arms on the table.

I was awakened by the feeling of a huge set of arms cradeling me and then
being immersed in warm water. My eyes opened drowsily to find myself sitting
in a tub and two old women gently washing me. Thier hands roaming over me
with something that smelled nice, but was undoubtedly soap. They smiled at
me. At the door, not far off, was a huge man with dark brown skin. He was
fascinating and beautiful to my eyes. I couldn't control myself, and I
started to grow under the ministrations of these women and looking at this
huge man. The entire time, the women chattered on in thier language, which I
noticed, sounded somewhat like the main one I'd heard spoken here, but was
different in small ways. Thier skin was not nearly as dark as the others I'd
seen.

They dried me and gave me one of the robes I'd seen the men wear, showing me
how to tie it. They also gave me sandals to wear on my feet, which was odd.
I'd never had anything covering the bottom of my feet before. I liked the
noise they made whenever the heel would contact the floor.

The large brown man led me down a corridor to another room that I had to
step down yet more steps to get to. Theodus was there, sitting on a bench
and talking with a woman. She had a large nose and a brilliant smile, which
she turned on me the minute I walked in. She rose and said something to the
brown man, who left immediately, and then she took my shoulders in her hands
and said something over her shoulder to Theodus, who stood, and walked over,
saying something back to her.

To me, he said "My wife says that you are a very handsome creature. She
asked me to ask you to say your name for her."

"Hamish." I said.

She frowned slightly and said something to Theodus, who said, "She says that
that is a very ugly name for such a pretty boy." As he was speaking, she
said something else, "She wonders if you would like to change it to reflect
your new life."

"New life?" I asked, unsure.

He said somethign to her, and she ran her hand over my cheek lovingly, then
left the room. He took my shoulder and led me to the bench, pushing me
gently to sit.

"Your new life. I rescued you today from something horrible, but it has a
price." Theodus said.

"I don't have any gold or silver." I said.

He laughed, "Oh, that's alright. I have all the gold and silver I need. But
you have something that I need." He said. I grew scared. Immediately, my
thoughts went to seeing all those proud boys bent over barrels and harmed in
such a horrible way. Was I then to be his in such a fashion, for the rest of
my life?

"You have young eyes and a strong back, and many years left for both
things." He said, rising.

"I don't understand." I said.

Turning back to me, he said, "Tonight, you sleep here. We'll bunk you next
to Nefu. Tomorrow, early, after we've eaten, I take you to meet my father."
He then left the room.

The large brown skinned man came back in, his bald head gleaming. He was
smiling, and I felt immediately at  ease with him. He put his huge hands on
my shoulders and said something to me in a language drastically different
than the one Theodus and his wife spoke, but the intent was plain...and I
relaxed as I was bidden. He led me by my shoulders down several hallways to
a room with straw mats on the floor and a few thick blankets.

When he stopped, he turned me around to face him and put his hand on his
chest, saying "Nefu."And then he extended his hand toward me, palm up with
his head cocked to the side.

"Hamish." I said, and he smiled a brilliantly white smile. He knelt down and
patted his enormous hand on one of the blankets. When he did, I was
immediately caught staring at the huge cock that swung between his legs
showing from under his loincloth. He caught me looking and, as I sat down on
the mat, he patted me on top of the head and said something, then licked his
lips and smacked them together, as if to say something tasted very good. I
couldn't help but laugh, too, though I was very scared.

Just as I finished sitting down, though, there came a loud sound as I felt
that I was sitting on something, and from under the blanket came a boy a
little younger than me with blonde hair and green eyes, saying something in
the language of Theodus, then, seeing me, his eyes got huge and I was
immediately crushed in  his hug.

"Oh, the gods are merciful...oh, this is wonderful...wonderful" He said, and
I found, to my surprise, that I was crying, too.


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End Chapter two
More to come!

*questions or comments? More than welcome.