Date: Sun, 1 May 2005 00:33:14 +0100
From: Story Teller <storymeister@gmail.com>
Subject: A Life In Rome Gay- Historical

The following story is (obviously) fictional.  I am not an expert in
Roman history so I apologise in advance for any factual errors apparent
to anyone with more knowledge than myself.

Having said that I hpe you enjoy this story, any comments are welcome.

The usual copyright rules apply.


A Life In Rome

My journey to Rome was marked by blood and pain, but I was too young to
know of it at the time. My village in Northern Germania was pillaged by a
legion of Roman soldiers as they returned home from border duties, all
the men were killed, the women and children taken to Rome to be sold in
slavery. I think I had brothers and sisters, but they were sold
separately and lost, but since I was the youngest, in about my third
year, I was sold along with my mother. We went to the house of a wine
merchant outside of Rome where my mother worked as a housekeeper and I
lived with her enjoying the comforts and sunshine of my new home. My
white hair and blue eyes were considered signs of great beauty among the
local darker skinned population and I was much spoiled and feted.

In my seventh year I caught the eye of a visiting patrician who was taken
by my fine features and he offered to buy me for himself. After a lot of
offers my master finally agreed to let me go, getting a good price for me
considering I was still too young to do any really productive work and I
was taken from my mother and moved to a large villa within Rome itself.

Heartbroken at leaving my mother and the only family I had known, I was
taken into a small room with three cots, two of which were occupied by
other boys of about ten and twelve and I was looked after by a young
Iberian woman of about 16 years. On my second night there, the woman,
Agrapina, took me to a large room with a bath where she washed and
perfumed me, put wild flowers in my hair then led me to my master's
bedroom where he waited for me. He took me to his bed and abused me
terribly, later sounding a bell for Agrapina to come and fetch me and
take me away to treat my injuries. She washed my bum carefully and
applied ointments to ease the pain and stop the bleeding then she
returned me to my cot.

I was taken to my master's bedroom about once every week, I soon
discovered that on other nights Agrapina would take my place, on other
nights one of the other boys would satisfy his needs: I later learned
that once every few months he would entertain his wife. During the day my
education in singing, dancing and lyre playing were started, and mean
time Agrapina taught me how to satisfy my master in many ways without
causing too much pain to myself.

With time I grew to enjoy my master's attention, and the next few years
were happy ones. I even enjoyed practising with my room mates who had
been given the names Longinus, because he showed promise that his manhood
would grow to great a length, and Orientius, because he came from one of
the countries east of Rome and had eyes of a different shape to ours. I
had always been known as Germanicus and had long ago forgotten my
original given name.

About a year after I was taken by my master, Orientius began to show
signs of manhood, his penis grew larger and he grew hair on his body. One
night when in bed with my master, Orientius produced the milk of manhood
for the first time and the next day he was sold. Eventually another
younger boy joined our 'family', and since Agrapina had been moved to
household duties when she was discovered to be with child, the new boy's
elder sister was also bought at the same time. My master had great joy
taking both to his bed at the one time. He had frequently taken more than
one of us at one time, but was dissatisfied by my inability to get
excited by Agrapina. When she gave birth to her son, the master visited
her room (he seldom came down to our quarters) and looked upon the child.
He told her she had done well, that her duties would be light enough for
her to care for the baby, and that she must nurture him well, because
when he reached his fifth year he would be taken from her to be trained
for his master. That night Agrapina drowned her new baby and cut her own
throat.

Life went on, we continued to be educated, we satisfied our master, and
sometimes his friends, and we sang and danced at any occasion thought
suitable.

At the beginning of my thirteenth summer, I saw the horrible thing I had
dreaded. Hair was showing around my pinkie. Sabina, the girl who now
looked after us, helped me remove them by plucking them, a painful but
pleasurable sensation, but within a month my voice was changing and I
began to produce sperm.

As soon as my master discovered this (I had been able to restrain myself
with him but I had always been a favourite and out of jealousy one of the
other boys told him) I was sent to be sold.

I was taken, not to the slave market where new slaves were paraded on a
block before the buyers and sold in an open auction, but to the house of
a slave trader who dealt in "Quality" goods. I was, after all, fluent in
language, trained in the musical arts and considered very handsome; I was
also expert in the ways of the bedroom. There was much interest in me,
although several women were disappointed to my talents did not include
satisfying females. The dealer tested my talents several times, then he
arranged an evening where prospective buyers were invited and we, the
various slaves for sale, presented an entertainment of song and dance
before indulging in various sexual tableaux. I was used several times,
and for the first time I was allowed to take the man's place instead of
the woman's, entering the bum of an older, dark skinned slave. My member
had grown to nearly 5" and although the other slave was much used and
fairly loose I enjoyed the sensation a great deal. I was finally
purchased by Caius Fabius Atticus, a minor senator. He told me as he
drove me to his villa that I would primarily serve his son, who was my
age, as a companion and servant. I would also serve as a whipping boy for
him. He also told me that I would have other duties within the household.

I was taken by the head slave of the household to the bedchamber of my
young master and shown a small cot at the bottom of the bed where I would
sleep and I was given four tunics, a pair of sandals and a pair of
outdoor shoes. After I changed I was taken to meet my new master Crispus
Tertius. He was kind and polite, slightly shorter but heavier than
myself. We retired to the bedchamber and he asked about my previous
owners. I told him my history but I did not include the duties I
performed for my last master. Part of my duties in the night was to fetch
the chamber pot if my master required it during the night and empty it
afterwards. If he shit I also had to bring water and a cloth and wash him
clean. In the morning I would rise and clean myself then awaken my master
and help him wash and dress. When he went for lessons from his pedagogue,
a private teacher, I sat behind him and while I was not formally taught,
I did learn many things. Unfortunately Crispus was not a good student,
nor would he always follow the instructions of his teacher, who was,
after all, another slave. When he proved too difficult, then he had to be
punished, but since a slave could not punish a free man, my duties as
whipping boy were called for. I was taken by the pedagogue, he placed me
across his knee, raised my tunic and beat me with his big open hand: I
had never felt pain like it but for some reason I started to enjoy the
heat of the pain and I started to get hard. When he put me off his knee,
Cripus saw my erection and mocked me making me feel ashamed and
worthless. The next day he was disobedient again, I was beaten and again
I got hard, even harder than the first time. On the third day I knew that
I would be beaten again and I was hard before the pedagogue even lifted
my tunic.

When we retired to the bedchamber Crispus ordered me to show him my arse,
which was still red and quite swollen. He ran his hands over my buttocks
and I got hard at his touch, so he played with my penis until he climaxed
and then he went to his bed.

From then on, each day in class ended with me being beaten, Crispus no
longer even bothered to do anything wrong to instigate it. He would
announce at the end of the lessons that it was time to be spanked and I
would step forward, raise my tunic showing my erection and the pedagogue
would pull me roughly across his knee and beat me hard. I could tell from
the growing lump beneath his tunic that he enjoyed it as much as me.
Crispus would lift his own tunic and play with himself saying "Hit him
harder, make him nice and red", until he climaxed.

At night he would inspect my buttocks to see how red I was, but one night
he took it further, he decided I wasn't red enough so he took the silk
cord from his waist and started to whip me with it. Only when he felt it
was red enough did he ejaculate over me and go to his bed. When he was
safely asleep I spread his sperm over my aching cheeks, then licked my
fingers as I satisfied myself with my other hand. Over the next few years
Crispus developed a love for sadism, he beat and whipped me continually,
marking my body to his satisfaction. He took to carrying a short
three-strand rope whip and took great delight in hitting me in public for
any small reason. His father saw what was happening but said nothing
until once I appeared with a new bright welt across my face. The master
took his son to task for such stupidity, pointing out that I was a
valuable piece of property, and any visible damage would detract from my
worth.

By the time we were in our 16th year, I was a tall strapping young man
with a handsome face: my best features were my blonde hair, my blue eyes
and my pale golden skin, but under my tunic I was always covered in
welts, bruises and cuts. When Crispus was ill for several weeks and
confined to bed I even took his whip and chastised myself in front of him
to show my servitude, but also to enjoy the pain that I was missing from
him. Crispus was considerably shorter than me and had got quite fat, he
had also started running with other young men of his class causing
trouble and mischief, gambling and visiting brothels, but he would always
return and beat me either because he was in a bad mood or because he was
in a good mood. By this time his formal education was over, but the
pedagogue still trained him in politics so that one day he could take his
place in the senate. One day in his room he was listening the pedagogue
giving a long lecture on Roman history when he suddenly interrupted. "I
have seen many paintings of older men pleasuring themselves with a
younger man, but I have never seen such a thing happen, show me how it is
done, demonstrate with Germanicus". The pedagogue stood and lifted his
tunic, he had wanted this for a long time. He was Greek and had a very
hairy body, his penis was average in length but very thick: it was
several years since I had been asked to pleasure a man but when he took
my head between his two hands and presented his manhood to my lips I
opened wide and managed to get it all into my mouth after about three
tries. Crispus jumped up and came closer to watch, then he pulled me off
and shouted "Do me, do me". I took his smaller penis into my mouth and
swirled my tongue under the hood, cleaning the delicious stale taste from
his head. I pulled the head back and licked and sucked on him as he
moaned and sighed. "Enter him", he shouted at the pedagogue, who then
dipped his fingers in the oil from the lamp, greased my entrance and
drove himself into me. At the sight of this Crispus sprayed into my
mouth, unable to contain himself. I had become very tight, but the
lessons had not left me, I worked my muscles bringing him to a quick but
amazing climax. As he collapsed back into a chair and I felt his seed
running down my legs, Crispus stuck his member into my mouth again
saying, "Get me hard". After a time he pulled himself from my mouth and
prepared to mount me. The pedagogue took hold of him and guided him and
he took me like a wild dog. As he pounded into me he took his whip from
his wrist and started beating my back, causing me to scream and quiver
but he didn't stop and I did nothing to fight against him, bringing him
to a second conclusion. Afterwards a doctor had to be called to treat my
wounds and it was a week before Crispus could mount me again. He never
hit me as hard again but he did hit me. He also enjoyed watching two or
three of his friends mount me one after the other. This continued into
the winter until one day, while out riding with his friends he was thrown
from his horse and broke his neck.

The house was thrown into chaos, and between the mourning and the
arrangements for the funeral, I was more or less ignored. The pedagogue
comforted me by smacking me then entering me regularly, but, although I
had been treated very badly by our young master I knew I would miss him
terribly.

On the day of the funeral, the family gathered to watch the actors and
mummers perform their duties, I played the lyre and sang a song of my
master's bravery and goodness and he was buried. Within four days the
master had decided that both the pedagogue and I should be sold, since he
had no further use for either of us. The pedagogue, a very wise Greek
with many years of teaching, was disappointed, he had hoped that he would
be given his freedom and allowed to return to his homeland, but he was
sold within a day. I was told that I was to go to the senator's younger
half-brother, Marcus Virius, an officer in the Praetorian Guard,
responsible for the protection of the Emperor Claudius. I wrapped my few
belongings in a bundle, was given a written pass and some fruit and bread
for my journey and set off on foot with directions to find my new master,
I was in about my seventeenth year.

I knew Master Marcus by sight, an extremely handsome man of about 30
years, taller and more muscular than his half brother: a ferocious
looking soldier but with a kind smile.

After several hours, and feeling dirty and tired, I arrived at the
apartment of Marcus Virius Atticus, Tribune of The Praetorian Guard.

An older female slave opened the gate to allow me to enter the small
courtyard and took me to the house, much smaller than the ones I had
previously been used to, but she took me to a small attic room and showed
me a bed and space to store my things, the first time I had ever had a
room of my own.

She informed my master of my arrival and then I was taken to his room to
meet him formally for the first time. He was much more business-like and
ordinary than his brother the senator and he sat me down and explained my
duties. I would take care of his morning ablutions and of dressing him in
his uniform, which he would teach me. I would also learn how to clean,
polish and take care of the uniform which must be done to the highest
standard unless I wanted to feel his wrath. When away from Rome I would
have to cook and clean for him, this being taught to me by the female
slave. I had a lot to learn and my lyre-playing and dancing would be of
little use to me now. I was to be taken and measured for new tunics but
he saw that I needed to bathe before I went anywhere. He showed me where
his wash room was and told me to clean myself. As I pulled my tunic over
my head he saw the scars and bruises of many beatings on my body and
asked what I had done to deserve this, if I was a difficult and unwilling
slave, but I told him it was the work of the late Master Crispus and was
done for his amusement. He said nothing but he asked about the newer
bruises on my buttocks. It told him that these had been done by the
pedagogue and he asked me why I had allowed this, since he had no
authority over me. "Because I liked it", I replied. My master smiled and
said, "I think you will be an even better slave than I expected".

I washed and dressed and my master took me to a robe-maker to be measured
for new tunics. My master whispered with the robe-maker and then we
returned home. My master asked again to see my wounds and when I
undressed he ran his large rough hands very gently over the marks on my
back. "I think most of these will heal with time", he said, then he
closely examined my buttocks. "You say you enjoyed this beating?" he
asked. "Yes, master, very much. The pedagogue has spanked me for several
years, mostly for the entertainment of Master Crispus, but also to his
and my pleasure". And did he do anything more?". "yes, master, in the
past year he mounted me several times, as did Master Crispus and several
of his friends". And was this your first experience of being mounted?"
No, master", I replied and told him of my early life with my patrician
master. As I told him my story he was examining my buttocks with both
hands, prodding, caressing, pulling them apart. I automatically bent
forward and braced myself against a chair and he kept feeling me. He
asked, "And did you enjoy being mounted also?". "Oh yes, master, after
the first few times I have always loved the feeling of a man inside me".
All the time he was fingering the entrance to my box of pleasure. He put
his hand into his pouch and took out a small bottle of oil, put some on
his finger and began to enter me, working back and forward slowly. Very
soon he had two then three of his thick calloused fingers in me and I was
pushing against him in expectant pleasure. He lifted his tunic and pulled
his support to one side, when I looked back I saw the biggest penis I had
seen in my life. Easily as thick as the Greek but much longer, with a
large domed head. He stuck it into me gently, causing great pain then,
when he could see that I was ready, he penetrated me to his end. Oh the
wonderful pain of being stretched and filled as I had never been filled
before. He pistonned into me but unlike anyone before him he also grasped
my manhood and pleasured me at the same time until we both soared in
mutual climax.

My master left to report for duty leaving me with his dress uniform. I
was yet untrained in how to care for it all but he instructed me in
polishing the brass breastplate and fittings. He told me I should have
all of these gleaming for him coming home or I would feel his wrath. I
could hardly decide whether to do my best to please my wonderful new
master or to do a bad job and receive a beating. I decided to do well.
Late that night my master returned home and I helped him undress and
bathe. Afterwards he took me to his bed and we satisfied each other
several times. He looked at me and explained sternly that while it was
accepted in society that men might pleasure themselves with boys or young
men, it was expected that this would be an infrequent occasion, and that
they would take a wife and have a family. My master had no interest in
this, explaining to others that he was married to his legion and devoted
his full energy to his Emperor. I would fulfil his needs in bed and be
well cared for, but if ever I told anyone, or showed affection in public,
especially among his fellow soldiers, I would suffer a horrible slow
death: I believed him.

A few days later my new clothes arrived, six ordinary knee-length tunics,
standard slave clothes, except that they were in a finer wool than I was
used to, two cloaks, one thicker than the other and several pairs of
footwear. Also in the bundle were three more tunics, made from the
softest wool imaginable and cut to just below my crotch. These were for
wearing inside the home when there were no visitors. When I wore one of
these I was covered while standing upright, but as soon as I bent or
walked my private areas were easy to see.



During this time, with the help of my master and one of his soldiers I
was learning how to care for his uniform and military equipment and at
other times I learned to prepare and cook for when I needed to serve my
master in the field. The female slave, Albina, had been my master's nurse
and had served him faithfully all his life, she too warned me that if I
ever did anything to bring grief or shame on her master she would gut me
like a pig, and I wouldn't be dead when she did it. By night, in his
bedroom, my master taught me new skills. He would tickle and spank me,
but he started gently, warming my bum slowly then gradually increasing
the strokes until he was beating me with his big rough hands and I was
begging for more, then when I was red and swollen he would take me,
sometimes gently while massaging my penis with his hand, or roughly,
using little oil and pounding against me until he reached his goal.
Sometimes I would pleasure him orally, a talent I was particularly
skilled in, having been taught by poor Agrapina many years before. She
showed me how to use my lips, my tongue, my throat, even my teeth, which
had to be done very delicately. My master was very fond of being treated
like this, and one night as I swallowed all he could give me he lifted my
body like a pillow and turned me round without me losing my purchase on
his member. When he had me in the position he wanted he took my manhood
in his hand and massaged me; with his other hand he took my balls and
slowly stretched them, just enough to cause warm gentle pain, but not
enough to break my concentration. I didn't know what was happening when I
felt something wet on my sphincter, he was gently tonguing me. I went to
pieces, shivering and trembling, but he kept pushing and prodding me. He
then pulled my penis back and took it into his own mouth. My master was
servicing his slave, I was in heaven. Of course later I realised that he
was doing it for his pleasure but it didn't matter, we brought each other
to the point of pleasure and beyond then collapsed in a heap.

My master, although from a family of high standing, was more of a soldier
than a gentleman, his talk of worldly things was peppered by strong
language and he would laugh at my delicate way of speaking. Whenever I
said penis he would tell me it is a cock, he taught me to say arse rather
than bum and most importantly he taught me to say Fuck, in fact he loved
me to shout "Fuck me" as he breached my arse with his cock.

Over the next few years life was good with few complications. My master
was sent with his legion to accompany the emperor to northern Italia,
near the border of Gallia and I accompanied him. This was very hard
because I had to be treated as other slaves. We travelled on open carts
but were mostly made to walk to ease the burden of the horses, and
despite the terrible cold from the mountains we were made to work in the
open air, preparing food and taking care of the needs of the ordinary
soldiers, then I had to return to my master's tent and prepare for his
return each evening. Even when we were alone we could have no intimacy
since other officers would walk in at any time unannounced. One day as I
went to fetch water for the cooking I met two soldiers; one of them said
something to the other and the laughed, but I didn't understand them.
They were not praetorians, just ordinary foot soldiers and they spoke in
a coarse dialect. I carried on down to the stream but as I was filling
the pitchers I was grabbed from the back and carried into the bushes.
Both soldiers stripped me and raped me most brutally. I have to admit
that I found the pain and the fear most stimulating and was almost sorry
when the second soldier finally spent himself inside me and withdrew his
cock covered in my shit and blood and dripping with his semen before
forcing it down my throat to clean it. They threatened to cut my throat
if I told anyone then they left and I washed myself in the stream, filled
the pitchers and returned to the camp and continued my duties. That
evening in my master's tent I was busy washing my masters clothes when he
glanced over at me. "What is wrong with you", he asked pointing at my
tunic. Unknown to me I had been bleeding again and had stained my
clothes. I burst into tears and told him what had happened but instead of
the sympathy I expected he drew back and brought his hand hard across my
cheek, shouting, "You are my slave and you tell me everything, no one
abuses my property". He stood up and threw his cloak around himself and
said, "Come with me" and I grabbed my cloak and ran behind him. Outside
he ordered six of his men to follow him and they marched into the
soldiers' camp with me trying to keep pace at the rear. When we reached
the camp he pulled me to him and said "Show me them". We went from fire
to fire and I searched each face carefully. As we approached the fifth
fire my master noticed two soldiers slip away from the group and he
ordered his men to fetch them and bring them forward. As soon as I saw
them I recognised them as my rapists and when my master looked at me I
nodded. He ordered his men to hold them then he stepped to the first one
and said "You abused something that belongs to me". He drew his short
sword, lifted the man's tunic and grabbed the man's equipment, pulled
them forward and brought his sword down, severing them with one slash.
The man screamed as my master held his cock and balls before his eyes
before casting them to where some dogs were scavenging. The second man
was despatched in the same way and they were both left bleeding to death
in the dirt.

Eventually we returned to Rome and to our more intimate way of life,
things went well between us until the day that the Emperor Claudius died.
I was in my twentieth year and, as I have told you, my main duty was to
clean and maintain my master's uniforms. His imperial uniform was seldom
worn, I had known him wear it about four times since I began to serve
him, but because he might need it at any time the brass, breast plate and
helmet all had to be polished every three days. I suppose I had been lax,
spending less time and effort on them than they required so when the
Emperor died and he came home to change into his Imperial uniform he
found that it was not bright enough to wear. He screamed and Albina came
running; she and I set to getting it clean as he quickly washed on his
own and we managed to get it perfect, but all the time Albina was
uttering threats to me if her master suffered in any way for my laziness.
He left on time and I waited for his return so that I could apologise
properly and make extra special love to him. He was very late and, as I
often did, I lay on a couch in the atrium and fell asleep awaiting his
return. I awoke with the pain of being pulled by my hair off the couch
into the courtyard; I had never seen my master look so cold. He stood me
against a wall with my hands bracing my weight against it and said "Don't
move", as he went into the house returning with a six strand short whip.
"I can bind you if you prefer", he said, but I shook my head, unable to
speak. He began to strike my back with the whip, flaying the skin in
places. Amazingly he did not lose his temper, if he had I think he would
have killed me, but instead he methodically worked the whip over my back,
buttocks and legs. When he finished I was a mess and afraid to move in
case I fell. He gathered me in his arms and carried me to my own bed,
where I had never slept since my first day in the house except when my
master had guests. He laid me gently on my stomach and told Albina to
dress my wounds. He ordered her to do it gently and treat me well, since
I had taken my punishment bravely and she gently rubbed soothing balms on
me and bound my wounds.

Despite Albina's tender care it took several weeks for my body to heal,
and I still carry scars today. My master visited me every day and showed
great concern but he rightly never once expressed any regret for what he
had done.

Eventually I was able to resume my chores, which I did with much greater
diligence; I also resumed my place in my master's bed. In his part my
master was as attentive as ever but he showed more desire to indulge in
pain. With the help of an old Iberian horse trainer he learned to use a
whip with great accuracy and would take great sexual pleasure in having
me stand with my arms around my shoulders while he practiced his skills
on my willing body. He was able to take a long single strand whip and
wrap it around me with enough strength to make it hurt without biting, he
could eventually use it with such dexterity that the end would lash
across both my nipples, or the tip would sting my balls. These exercises
would be done with such perfection that weals would raise on my body but
disappear within a few days. He experimented further, having a rack
constructed and using my body on it. He would strap me to it and slowly
stretch me, expertly judging how much strength to use without damaging my
joints, while doing this he would become more and more excited, flicking
my body with a short semi-rigid whip then alternatively gently caressing
me and stimulating my cock. Sometimes he would attach my balls to the
rope on the rack and watch my sac stretch, but it always ended in lots of
raw sex in his bed.

When Emperor Nero came to the throne my master was promoted within the
praetorian guard and his life was easier, but Nero was so dangerous a
man, my master had always to be on alert otherwise he could lose his
position, or even his life. He got his promotion because one time when
the emperor was in a one of his sadistic moods he had some men brought
from the dungeon to be killed, he never asked what they had done, it was
of no interest to him, he just wanted to see them die a slow painful
death. After watching a few being tortured until their hearts gave in, he
had 2 men covered in honey then laid in the courtyard and set upon by
black ants, but even this bored him. He turned to my master standing
guard behind him and said, "Do something else to cheer me up". My master
thought fast then ordered another prisoner brought forward and staked
out. He went to the wine room and found a funnel which he brought back
and stuck into the prisoners arse and poured honey into him. The man
expelled most of it but it had coated his inside. My master did this a
few times then finally he dipped his finger in the honey and stuck it
inside the man's foreskin, smearing it around the man's cock head. The
man was left and another nest of black ants was brought out and the
disturbed ants followed the honey into the man's arse and into his
foreskin. The emperor was then happy to watch the prisoner being eaten
alive from the inside. It took him many hours of agony to die, the
emperor was happy and my master was promoted.

My master insisted that I stay away from court, where before I might take
messages or food to him he now forbade it. I thought at first he was more
worried about people guessing our relationship, but I found that the
emperor had an eye for handsome men. I was still boyish in looks and my
body was slim but with muscle, my master feared that the emperor might
admire me; if he was heard to admire any slave or possession it was
protocol for the owner to give it in a gift. Senators had taken to
keeping their wives and family under lock and key to prevent Nero casting
an eye on them.

In my master's new position he met many rich and powerful men and was
soon in the knowledge of other men with a similar taste to his own. He
would be invited to private parties which were in fact orgies of sex and
pain. I was allowed to attend these with him, most guests brought a
favourite slave, a play thing, even a bodyguard. All members wore a mask,
a strange thing since they each knew the others, but the reason was that
there was no rank or privilege among them if they were unrecognisable.
For the first time I was able to show affection to my master in front of
others, although I could never instigate anything, merely respond to his
attention. Sometimes my master would amuse himself with another slave,
especially if the host had hired talented trained male prostitutes. I
would watch carefully whatever they did to excite my master and try to do
it to him when we were alone. Frequently other guests would ask to borrow
me, but my master would never allow this even when they offered
considerable amounts of money. One time, however, a young man, obviously
of great wealth, asked for the use of my body and when my master refused
the young man said "It is a pity, I would love him to fuck me". My master
considered this then turned to me and asked if I had ever fucked anyone.
I replied that I had, once, before he knew me. He asked me if I would
like to fuck the young man and I replied "Very much so, Master, but only
if you are present, I should not be allowed to enjoy myself without you
witnessing it. My master moved on his couch and invited the man to lie
down. My master raised the man's tunic and he was wearing no support
underneath, like a slave. My master wet his finger and inserted it into
the man and with his other wet hand he massaged my cock until it was hard
then moved back to allow me access. I knelt between the man's legs and
bent forward until my cock pressed against his hole. He was quite tight
so I slowly pushed my head inside him then paused, but my master pushed
me hard so that my whole cock rammed into the man making him squeal. To
my surprise the rhythm came naturally to me as I fucked him loving the
gripping feeling around my cock: he was much tighter than the previous
man I had entered. All the time my master was caressing my buttocks and
squeezing my balls. When he could see that I was growing more exited and
nearing a climax he removed the cord from his tunic, doubled it and wound
it several times around his hands leaving about 10 or 12" loose and began
to whip my arse hard. It was enough to drive my to the ecstasy of
manhood, shooting my sperm into the other man's arse as he squirmed and
panted into his own climax below me. When I calmed down I realised that
several men round about had stopped what they were doing to watch me
perform, making me feel very elated. My master pulled me to him and
kissed me warmly.

It was the habit that at each gathering someone would either arrange a
performance, such as the breaking in of a virgin by an Ethiopian slave,
the Ethiopians truly have the biggest cocks in the whole world, even to
look at them frightens me, or having a well used slave push different
shaped objects into himself. One time a host brought forward a slave
carrying a tray with many small trinkets wrapped in silk. The slave
proceeded to put everything on the tray up his arse then he was led
around the room and each guest was invited to put his hand inside and
choose a gift. Since most of them held cheap baubles but one had a
beautiful jewel set in gold, everyone was keen to take part.

One night as we lay in bed my master told me he wanted to show his
whipping skills at a party. I knew he was telling me, not asking, but I
was pleased he thought to tell me beforehand. At the next party we waited
until there was a lull in the activities and my master took his whip from
a pouch and led me to the middle of the floor. He took a silk cord and
bound my hands and told me to hold them high above my head then whispered
that he would hurt me more than usual, but I shouldn't let him down. He
started slowly, barely marking me as the whip curled around my upper and
lower body. Gradually he increased the strength of his lashes and when
one landed around my chest a small line of blood appeared between my
nipples. At first I concentrated on not showing fear or pain but soon I
was enjoying the wonderful pain and pleasure coursing through my body and
I had a big erection. My master started cracking the whip so that the end
would bite my buttocks over and over, driving me crazy; finally he moved
so that I saw standing side-on to him and he cracked the whip overhand so
that it wrapped around my cock, causing me to explode in a fountain of
sperm. The room erupted in applause and my master took me in his arms and
kissed me, pushing his tongue into my throat before turning me around,
bending me over and parting my blood-covered buttocks and driving his
cock into me, climaxing after only pushing twice.

My master had bought a larger villa in keeping with his new station and
felt he needed two more slaves to run it. Albina was getting old and I
had taken more duties including the cooking, but I was working long hours
just to maintain minimum standards. There was also a large garden that
was being neglected so my master asked around the better slave dealers
and was told of a family where the master had died and his wife was
selling off much of her household and leaving Rome. There was a young
under-gardener used to helping run a large garden and vineyard so my
master bought him. He was brought to my master's house, a small stocky
man. He was the son of slaves and his father had come from either
Caledonia or Hibernia and he had inherited his father's white skin and
red hair and was known as Rufus. There was a large storeroom at the
bottom of the garden and it was decided that Rufus would eat in the house
but sleep in the storeroom. He was a good worker but very surly, he had
been told that he answered directly to me and he accepted his orders with
bad grace. His main problem was that he was extremely dirty, he seemed
never to wash. I had ordered him twice to wash his body but he had not
done so in over a week. Eventually I filled a large basin with water and
perfumed oils and ordered him to carry it into the garden. When he did so
I ordered him to strip and wash himself. He looked at me so I removed my
tunic and showed him the old scars on my back. "This is what happens when
you do not carry out my masters orders", I said, so he pulled off his
stinking tunic and began to wash his body. I could not believe what I
saw, his cock was the length of most men, but at least twice as thick if
not more, and had a long loose skin. I picked up the dirty tunic and took
it to be washed "I have nothing else to wear" he said. "Then you will be
naked until it is cleaned", I replied.

When he washed I watched and instructed him, making sure he washed his
arse hole and under the skin of his cock, then I trimmed his hair and
beard. When my master returned home I told him I had a surprise for him
and asked him to call Rufus from his room. When he saw the handsome young
man he was amazed but asked why he was naked. I told him the story and
told him to call Rufus nearer to get a clearer look. When Rufus entered
the house my master was most impressed. "I don't know whether to use you
for gardening or breeding" he said with a laugh, using his scabbarded
dagger to lift Rufus' cock and examine him. His balls were also bigger
than usual, so my master took them in his hand and rolled them between
his fingers then grasped his cock and pulled the skin back. "He doesn't
get hard at another man's touch", said my master, maybe a mouth would get
him exited". He nodded to me and I dropped to my knees in front of Rufus:
he looked afraid but didn't flinch as I pushed my tongue into his
foreskin and licked his gland. I felt his cock start to swell so I slid
the skin back and took his cockhead into my mouth. It got bigger as I
tried to get more of his cock in and eventually had to settle for just
the head, and that was choking me. I coped as well as I could, but it was
even bigger than I had thought. By this time Rufus couldn't stop himself
push against me. My master said, "That is the cock of a bull, I think it
would never fit inside your arse, but I think we should try". "Oh, yes,
Master", I said. We spread cushions on the floor and I lay down with my
arse raised, my master applied a lot of oil then told Rufus to mount me.
When he positioned himself my master ordered him to push hard and to take
me, then he sat back and watched me scream. Rufus was like a stallion in
rut, I felt as if my body was being split. Alas Rufus was quick in his
ardour and spent himself before I could begin to enjoy it. He rose up but
I was unable to stand, so my master carried me to bed where despite
ointments and medicines I bled for two days. A week later my master
purchased a young woman named Livia to take most of Albina's duties, who
now only served my master his food and did light duties. Before long
Rufus asked my master's permission to lie with Livia. My master sent me
to fetch her and asked her if she agreed to this union which she did.
Albina and I cleared the storeroom and made it more comfortable for them
to live as a couple, my master even gave a few old pieces of furniture
and they moved in to it. That first night we heard Livia scream for a
long time as her new husband broke her. However on a few occasions I was
again allowed to enjoy the terrible breach of my arse by Rufus's thick
cock.

A few days later my master was greatly troubled, the emperor had been in
a terrible rage for several days and had asked my master to be sent to
him. A plot had been discovered to overthrow and kill the emperor but the
only known member of the group was a member of the emperor's own family.
The emperor needed to know who was plotting against him, but could not
sanction anyone laying a hand on a royal person to torture the
information from him. He remembered my master's ingenuity before and had
decided to place the problem in his hands. Great rewards were promised if
he succeeded, but we knew the consequences of failure. My master asked
for 7 days to consider a plan, which was granted, and during that 7 days
he had papers drawn up putting his affairs in order and granting Albina
and myself our freedom. I asked that my new status be kept a secret, I
was sure that my master would succeed and I wanted to continue to serve
him when we were over this hurdle. I knew that as a free man I could not
behave as a slave without drawing comment which would reflect badly on my
master. He arranged a small amount of money to be made available to me to
enable me to care for Albina for the rest of her life, then the money
would be mine

As the days passed my master made great investigation into the life of
his prey. He asked questions, posted spies, studied his history. One
thing had turned up. About 18 years previously he had a son born to a
slave girl. He never recognised him as a son but had a great attachment
to him, granting him freedom, paying for a teacher and making sure that
the boy wanted for nothing. He brought the boy to his home many times but
the boy considered him only a rich and kind benefactor.

My master scoured the dungeons of Rome to find a father and son where the
son was of about 18 years and looked similar to the son of the suspect.
An entertainment was arranged for the emperor and his relative and the
older prisoner was brought into the courtyard and fastened to a chair.
His son was then brought in and placed on a rack similar to the one we
had at home and his body was stretched. He was then flogged for several
hours with palm fronds, which cause no pain but make many tiny cuts. By
the time the whipping was over the young man was covered in small
bleeding cuts causing great pain. Every time his father tried to look
away his head was held and his eyelids pulled open. When the whipping
stopped the young man was removed from the rack and chained to a trestle
with his arse held high. A door opened and the biggest blackest Nubian
slave ever seen was brought in. He was obviously of little intelligence,
behaving like an animal and was restrained with chains. His loin cloth
was removed and his manhood exposed, he was the biggest man my master had
ever seen, putting Rufus to shame. It was about half again as long as the
average man and thicker than a man's wrist. Two naked girls danced before
him getting him exited and they watched as his cock dripped in front of
them. The young man was too drowsy to be aware of what awaited him but
his father moaned and wailed at the site before him. Finally the Nubian
was led to the waiting youth and his cock aimed at the tight arse in
front of him. He lunged forward spearing the youth with his first thrust
then fucked at him with total abandon, shooting his seed very quickly.
The young man screamed like a terrified child as his arse was split. The
Nubian withdrew, dripping sperm and blood and stood there, but one of the
dancers gripped him and got him hard again and he fucked the boy again.
Five times this happened with little time for rest between and was only
stopped when it was pointed out that the young man was dead.

The emperor turned to his relative and asked if he had enjoyed the show,
and, rather than offend the emperor, he said yes. "Good", said the
emperor, "We are going to do it all again", whereupon the door was opened
and the guest saw his son brought in chains. The emperor's cousin
screamed and jumped from the platform and ran to throw his arms around
his son. He turned and pleaded with the emperor to spare this young man
at any price. Of course the emperor knew exactly what the price would be
and demanded the names of all the plotters.

The emperor got everything he wanted and more and was most pleased with
my master. His reward was governorship of western Iberia, since the
existing governor was named as one of the plotters. My master was sent
with a half legion to remove and execute his predecessor and take over
the running of the area. I was left to make arrangements for the closing
of our home. Albina was by now too old to travel such a journey, so
before he left my master said a tearful farewell to the woman who had
been a mother to him and arranged for her to live her new-found freedom
in comfort. I was given written authority, since I was still a slave in
the eyes of the world, to deal with the finances of selling the villa and
arranging the transfer of my masters belongings, including myself, Rufus
and Livia, and four more new slaves purchased for the new household.

We arrived after many days travel by sea and caravan to find my master
installed as governor and we set to arranging his home to his wishes.

The wicked Emperor Nero has been dead for many years now, and at first my
master feared that being seen as a favourite might effect his position
but he has governed through several changes of power until now we have
the protection and care of the kind and good Emperor Vespasian.

Although I am now seen as master of the governor's household and also as
his closest adviser, I am still thought of as a slave, which is how I
want it to be, I am my masters slave and will be until we die.