Date: Mon, 11 Jul 2005 14:06:09 GMT
From: "anonymous4371@juno.com" <anonymous4371@juno.com>
Subject: Massilon: 16 B.C. (Historical)

Massilon: 16 B.C.

By Bill Black [anonymous4371@juno.com]

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:  This story takes place in a small port city of Roman Gaul
Britain now named Marseilles a few years after the conquering of  all Gaul
by Julius Caesar 
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     "It's hard to find a good boy in these provincial little towns,"
Septimus complained to his friend Claudius as they entered the square where
the slave market was located. "You'd think with all the supply they seem to
get in Rome, there would at least be a little more choice."

     "They can't get top dollar here in Massilon like they can in Rome
where prices are sky high, even though we're certainly located closer to
the source - that's for sure," Claudius patiently explained. "I'm surprised
they keep any at all here for us locals," he continued.  "The dealers
probably think us Roman Gauls are too poor from all those Roman taxes to
afford any luxuries."

     "Luxuries?" Septimus shot back. "Luxuries?  Since when are a few
slaves luxuries? By Jupiter, if life was any harder we could barely call
ourselves Romans even though I sometimes wonder if living here in this
seaport of Gaul is worth all the hardships we put up with.  But to call
slaves a luxury shows how barbarian you're getting in your thinking,
Claudius, if you don't mind my pointing it out to you.  I can't very well
manage my life without at least a few slaves around to do what slaves are
meant to do in a civilized society - and that certainly includes the duties
I have in mind for the purchase today.  If, indeed, they have any stock at
all worth considering."

     "Calm down, Septimus," Claudius laughed. "I'm not drifting into
outright barbarism - despite what you think.  I just can't imagine what you
want with yet another slaveboy at your villa."

     "Are you blind?" Septimus replied. "Have you really looked over my
stock lately, Claudius?"

     "Well, not really.  Checking over that herd of slaves you keep at the
estate would take days and days, Septimus, and, from what I've seen, with
your taste and proclivities, if you've seen one slave you own you've seen
them all. Your taste in slaves, Septimus, is quite predictable you know -
boys in the flower of early manhood, muscled like Zeus, looks like Adonis,
and equipped like a horse in heat," Claudius chuckled. "The only variation
I've ever seen is their size and color, Septimus, unless you've hidden some
down in an outbuilding I haven't seen or something."

     "As if your choice of a slave was much different other than you seem
to be hung up on locals," Septimus shot back. "If Gauls weren't available
on the market, I suppose you'd just die of frustration.  Gauls are fine for
that farm boy look, but, let's face it, they pretty well look alike with
their creamy white skin and brown hair.  Don't you ever want a little
diversity?  A little variety?  By the Gods, I'll never forget when I gave
you that handsome black boy from Africa on your last birthday.  You know,
the one who was all muscle, had that gleaming sheen to his skin, and had
that 12" prick that was in a state of perpetual arousal? I think you used
him once or twice and completely lost interest in him.  One of the dealers
told me you traded him in on yet another Gaul you spotted in the market."

     "Oh, I was hoping you wouldn't find out about that," Claudius said
with some concern.  "I appreciated the gift and your thoughtfulness,
Septimus, and we're friends enough that I know you meant well, but, well,
after the third usage, I just couldn't work up much interest in him - oh,
he was well trained and tried really hard to please me - but all that
blackness!  I didn't want to waste my time when I could have a Gaul boy
instead."

     "Well, the least you could have done is to have given him back to me,"
Septimus snorted. "I would have enjoyed him thoroughly. And blacks are
renowned for being indefatigable.  You can use them day and night and they
can still manage to stay interested and hard. I've never found your
precious Gaul boys much good for hard continuous usage.  After an hour or
so or heavy use, they're not much account until they've rested a few hours.
Black boys aren't like that, Claudius.  You and your friends will wear out
long before they will and that's worth a lot in my opinion, considering
what we have them around for anyway."

     "You're probably right, Septimus.  But I want you to know I really
like the young Gaul I traded him for. If you wanted a good birthday
present, I've got it now, and I have you to thank for it, Septimus.  But I
should have at least offered you the slaveboy back I guess. I just wasn't
thinking and I apologize.  Don't worry, Septimus, if it's a black you want,
maybe the market will offer a likely one today - if so, I'll buy him for
you.  It's the least I can do."

     "Oh, I don't want to commit myself to any specific color, Claudius,
but I will take you up on the offer to buy me a boy.  By Jupiter, I'll
never get you to buy me another present if I hesitate knowing how tight you
are," Septimus laughed.  "I suppose any color will do as long as you're
buying."

     By this time both men were at the first of the dealer's stalls in
Massilon's slave market and a few of the dealer's prime stock was shackled
out front to draw customers' attention while most stock was kept in holding
pens in the back of their stalls.  A tall blond Germanic woman with ample
breasts, a young girl with red hair from Eire, a hairy muscular Gaul in his
late twenties, and a prepubescent Persian lad was the best this first
dealer had to offer apparently.  It was a disappointing start and the naked
offerings, shackled by their wrists and ankles with an iron chain running
from the display wall to their iron neck collars didn't even warrant a
second look. The Gaul sported several brands on his cheek, his butt, and
his chest indicating a variety of owners over the years and the look in his
eyes indicated he had little interest in who bought him at this point. The
other male was just a frail boy and didn't really show much promise for
what Septimus was looking for no matter how much training he got over the
coming years.

     "It looks like we've wasted our time," Septimus mumbled, "if this
dealer is representative of the market today."

     "As long as we're here, we might as well see what else is available,
Septimus, before we call this trip a total loss although from the looks of
this stock, I'm not going to waste much money this afternoon on any stupid
gift for you," Claudius said with a grin.

     "By Jupiter, look at that!" Septimus said with some excitement as they
approached the next dealer's stall. He grabbed the shackled offering by his
large penis as he began looking him over. The light brown Syrian gasped as
this new customer squeezed his prick but was unprotesting within his chains
and remained rock steady for the anticipated inspection of his body. As
Septimus pinched his nipples and squeezed his pectoral muscles with his
other hand, the boy quickly responded and the swollen shaft spilled out
from Septimus' grip to a full 12 inches of circumcised splendor.

     "He's been trimmed," Septimus commented as he rubbed the slit within
the glans. "It's rare, but I like them trimmed myself."

     "The Arab race trims their male offspring in early childhood, I'm
told," Claudius said. "The foreskin we Romans all sport is offered to their
pagan gods as an offering I've read by some account.  But I agree, it does
offer a nice clean look to the boy's equipment. What are his balls like,
Septimus - firm?"

     Claudius turned to the boy and barked, "Boy, get those legs spread so
we can examine your balls."  As the boy instantly obeyed by spreading his
legs as far apart as his shackles would allow, Septimus moved his left hand
from the boy's tits to his balls and vigorously massaged the sac while the
boy audibly moaned but never lost his stance.

     "He hasn't unloaded in some time," Septimus observed.  "His balls feel
good and swollen."

     "That's the way slave's balls should feel," Claudius counseled. "I'm
surprised, though, he hasn't been milked by some other customers out here
on exhibit and all. The gods know I'd never buy a slave without sampling
their product."

     "That's because I just put him on display a few minutes ago," the
dealer said as he approached the two potential customers.  "You're quite
right of course, Sire, that no person in their right mind would buy a boy
without testing his cum, but this boy was just shipped in this morning from
a merchant in Syria.  He should have been shackled the whole way with his
arms behind his back and in a separate cage to keep him fresh, so I doubt
if he's been drained in several weeks, unless the sailors bribed his keeper
to use him during the trip - but I doubt it," he ruminated, "there were
hundreds in that shipment they could have used and most of them far less
expensive than this one.  They usually give the sailors slaves to use that
won't bring much on the market anyway. The papers on this boy claim he's
free of sickness and any faults, is biddable and willing, and was born into
his station on a breeding farm there. Trained as a body servant, but looks
to me like you could use him for anything you wanted," he added as he
grabbed the young boy's chin and then stroked his cheek before running his
hand through his thick black hair. "He won't be cheap, Masters, as you
probably suspect, but if money is a problem, I have some nice Thracians and
Sicilians in the holding pens, and, of course, the local Gauls can often be
purchased at ridiculously low prices, what with no transportation charges
and all."

     "I'll not be cheated by a scheming tradesman," Septimus said rather
nastily as he continued to fondle the boy's balls, "but I and my friend are
more interested in value than lowest price.  I've got plenty of slaves
already that would be better than most in your holding pens, I suspect,"
and he looked at the dealer for a reaction.

     "Many pardons for insulting you, masters," the dealer obsequiously
responded. "For you, my lords, the boy will be fairly priced, let me assure
you, although I'm sure you appreciate as I do his very high quality. When
you're though inspecting his ballsac, may I suggest you check out his ass
for tightness and the quality of his output with some appropriate
stimulation. Feel free, my lords, to test him in any way you see fit.
Perhaps a demonstration of his well trained mouth?"

     Septimus released the boy's balls and ordered him to bend over with
his asshole spread wide for inspection.  Without hesitation, the boy
complied and Septimus inserted his middle finger up the boy's chute until
the entire length was inserted with only a low groan from the obedient boy.

     "Tight?" Claudius inquired.

     "He's been well used, Claudius, but he's still reasonably tight for a
boy his age. At this rate, though, you could stick a club up him by the
time he's 30 and he'd barely notice."

     "He's got a good build on him," Claudius said as he pinched and
squeezed the boy's calves, thighs, biceps, and neck muscles.  And his chest
development is outstanding for a Syrian, although his tits are
disappointing for a boy so obviously used. Why, it appears he's never even
been ringed there before," Claudius exclaimed as he pinched and pulled the
boy's tits out to see if they had ever been pierced. "No wonder he's so
puny in his tits - he's never received much attention there apparently."

     "How old are you, boy?" Septimus asked the slave directly.

     "I'm not sure, Master," the boy replied, respectfully keeping his eyes
cast downward. "I think I'm around 19 or 20, master, but they never told us
our age at the breeding farm, master."

     "How many owners have you had, boy?" Claudius asked.

     "Three so far, master."

     "Go on, boy," Claudius granted him permission to elaborate.

     "I was first sold five years ago as a companion to my new master's son
who was about my own age.  The son used me as his body servant and bed
partner in that his father wanted no entanglements with offspring or
potential marriages at that point.  But when the son was married off
several years later, I was given to the bride's father as part of the dowry
and he assigned me duties as a gardener and serving boy.  He never used my
body himself, I suppose due to his age, but I was frequently given to his
dinner guests for their usage as part of his hospitality and dinner
entertainments.  After a couple of years there, I was sold to a dealer in
Damascus who boarded me at a training school for personal servants where I
was thoroughly and specifically trained to provide maximum pleasure to both
mistresses and masters who might want to buy me as a pleasure slave. Of
course, I was also trained in the arts of waiting table, serving bath,
house management and cooking.  When my training was completed, I was placed
up for sale at the dealer's stall in Damascus but he said the market was
gutted and he got a better price by selling me to the Massilon dealer
here."  The slave looked apprehensive that he might be quickly punished for
speaking so much in front of his betters, even with the granted permission
and kept his eyes in a submissive downward glance the whole time.

     "Just what you like, Septimus," Claudius joked, "a boy well trained in
the arts," and he grabbed the boy's still rampant shaft again to feel it
himself. "And he seems able to maintain his attraction even when
unattended," he laughed as he started stroking the boy's penis
vigorously. "Let's see what his cum looks like before we decide anything,
Septimus. Maybe with all that training he's pretty well worn out by now!"

     "If you want, Claudius, but I've lost interest," Septimus said in a
frustrated tone. "You can buy him for yourself, but I'm not wasting your
offer on this one."

     Claudius kept stroking the slave who had clenched his ass cheeks and
arched his back to better position himself for Claudius' easy manipulation
of his huge organ.  "By Jupiter, you're hard to please, Septimus.  You're
got a whole stable of slaveboys at home who aren't any better than this boy
right here and yet you've lost interest already.  What, for the sake of
Hades, is wrong with this one?" Claudius asked as he continued pumping the
young Arab, now covered in sweat with every muscle clenched, jaws firmly
together, and trying his best to hold his forthcoming eruption until he was
granted permission.

     "Master, master," the boy pleaded through clenched jaws, "may I have
permission to cum?"

     "Not yet, slaveboy.  Let's see how well you have learned control,"
Claudius responded as he increased the ferocity of his stroking on the
giant swollen shaft and with his other hand began churning the Arab's
balls.

     "Ugh, Ugh, Master,.....Ugh, Ugh,.....I don't think I can hold it much
longer, Master," the Arab panted desperately.  "I'm trying my best, Master,
but...."

     "Oh, all right, slaveboy, shoot," Claudius said softly as he continued
stroking the shaft while moving his other hand which was churning the boy's
balls to his backside and inserted his forefinger deep up the boy's ass to
tickle his prostate.

     The boy arched even further and shot the first creamy missiles out
with a fury onto the road several feet in front of them followed by a
copious outpouring of cum all over Claudius's hands, arms, and chest before
he was able to aim the boy's prick upward whereupon the slave sprayed his
own face, hair, and chest before stopping with a loud sigh.

     "Thank you, master," the Arab slaveboy appreciatively gasped as he
quickly kneeled and began to clean the cum off of Claudius' hands and arms
with his tongue.

     "Here there, clean that cum off my tunic too, boy," Claudius
instructed, "and then clean yourself up - you look like a mess with that
cum all over your face and hair.  Do you always shoot this much, slaveboy?"

     "No, master.  But I haven't been used since Damascus, master," the
slave responded quietly, "and my shipment carefully prevented any relief,
Master," the boy added with a knowing look.

     "Shackling those hands behind your back had nothing to do with it,
slaveboy," Claudius responded sharply.  "A well trained slave never unloads
without his master's permission, shackled or not. No one wants a slave
milking himself whenever the fancy suits him," and he slapped the slave
smartly for emphasis. "Your cum is for whoever owns you and for him or her
only - don't you forget that, boy.  Your body belongs to those who pay good
money for you - it sure as hell doesn't belong to you."  Claudius looked at
the dealer for confirmation.

     The dealer picked up on the cue and dutifully added, "A slave's body
is for the pleasure of what his master wants, not for what he wants.  I'll
have no slave in my pens that thinks otherwise, and if they forget that
simple fact they'll find themselves sold to a quick death in the mines or
galleys." He reached over and forcefully slapped the slave to drive the
point home.

     "Septimus, why the loss of interest? It sure couldn't be lack of
output," Claudius laughed as he looked down at the pool of cum on the
street beside the panting slaveboy with the bright red cheeks still
smarting from the slaps he received.

     "Oh, I'm tired of boys trained by others to do what the trainers think
I want a slaveboy to do.  I want to train a boy fresh myself - that's the
only way the boy will really learn exactly what I want and don't
want. Besides, let's face it, Claudius, this boy's been used pretty heavily
- he's hardly what I would call fresh meat. Think how many pricks have
already tickled this boy's tonsils and asshole after being trained in that
special school he was sent to.  It would be like buying a slaveboy bought
by the Roman Legions.  You've seen some of them by the time all those
soldiers have used them a few years! No Claudius, there's fresher meat out
there for me - you can buy it for yourself if you like, but don't get this
calloused asshole for my use."

     "Fussy, fussy," Claudius responded.  "I like them well-trained myself,
but I'm not going to buy a dark-skinned Syrian when I can get a more
appealing Gaul even cheaper."

     "I've got many another boy back in the pens you'll probably find to
your liking," the dealer quickly injected, knowing selling the Syrian slave
quickly to these two was a lost cause. "I have a young Gaul you'd probably
like, Master," he said looking at Claudius, "who's been well trained by a
demanding owner who only recently sold the boy to me because of pressing
financial need.  And," he added turning to Septimus, "only this week I
bought a newly captured boy from Judea - never a slave before and sold for
his father's debts.  He's a wild one - not broken yet to his new life - a
Jew with striking good looks and a magnificent build that may be just the
fresh meat you're looking for, Sire.  We haven't displayed him yet until
he's more disciplined and resigned to his new station in life, but, for
you, Master, we'd allow you to look him over as long as he is completely
shackled and gagged."

     "Maybe the other dealers have some good stock available," Claudius
suggested.

     "Look around, Masters, of course, but remember the Gaul and the Jew I
think would be to your exact liking. I'll have them cleaned up and placed
on inspection blocks for your convenience."

     "Don't count on it, slavemaster," Septimus growled.  "We'll look
around first."

     "No obligation of course, Masters," the dealer almost whined.  "But
I'll have them ready for you just in case."

     Septimus and Claudius walked quickly away to the next dealer some
hundred yards away but the displays were disappointing.  A hairy
ex-gladiator, a rather used woman in her late twenties, and a black litter
bearer still in harness all looked a little over the hill.

     The next dealer's stall was equally disappointing although he seemed
to specialize in male stock. Considering the best of a dealer's stable was
what was usually displayed, the best consisted of a still developing 14
year old with a wiry frame and small sex, a very good looking Greek boy of
perfect proportions and good muscle tone who, unfortunately, had been
castrated in the past year or so, and a stunning German blond who, although
possessing a God-like physique and massive equipment that seemed to remain
perpetually hard, was almost brutal in his facial features and was badly
scarred to boot.  Two ugly "F" brands on his cheek and his rump announced
"fugitavis" (runaway) problems in his past.  We couldn't resist stopping to
at least stoke his massive rigid staff just to see what it felt like, but
his total lack of response to our touches on both his penis, his balls, and
then his tits sort of turned us off.  It was like he could care less who
did what to him at this point and was just available because he had no
choice in the matter.

     "This boy's been around," Claudius said as his pinched one of the
man's huge swollen ringed tits hard and heard him groan a little but not
change his expression in any way.

     "His body responds fine," Septimus said as he stoked the mammoth prick
which was dripping precum, "but his heart's not in it."

     "Germans get moody like this," the slave's dealer said.  "This boy's
homesick and has been since he was sold from his tribe. He's tried to run
twice as you can see, but no matter how much we've beaten into this boy
that he's not going back to his tribe because he's a slave now, he just
doesn't cooperate too well.  He does what he's told to do - no trouble
there - and, as you can see, he lets you use his body as you want - but I
fear he'll never be what he could be - these damn German slaves are more
trouble than they're worth most of the time - always pining away about
those black woods and icy lands they come from.  Too bad, with their builds
and equipment, they could have a good life for a slave if they weren't so
damn stupid and would cooperate a little.  It'd be for their own
betterment, but they're too dumb to see it.  They'll never go home to
Germany and the only life they'll know will be at the end of a branding
iron, whips, and being shackled forever.  Stupid dogs!" and he spat on the
German slave in his anger.  "You take him off my hands and feed that huge
appetite and I'll sell him to you at a price you won't believe.  I'll even
throw in the cost of all those shackles, rings and that thick collar on
him.  Dumb as he is, at least he's learned to suck cock well enough and he
fucks well too if you like the muscular type. And if you want an eager
stud, German's are good at that - sort of comes natural to them despite how
homesick they might be!  And he'll work like an ox out in the fields or in
a warehouse as long as you have a good sturdy whip handy and aren't afraid
to use it on that big backside."

     "No thanks," Septimus answered softly.  "We're not looking for draft
animals today. That's about all that Germans are good for, you know, in my
experience.  But I admit I've used them well on my merchant ships as rowers
as long as they're under an overseer who knows how to use a whip
effectively.  In fact, Germans last almost five years in the galleys -
almost a year or so longer than any others I bought for that purpose.  I
suggest you sell him chained to an oar under the whip.  He'd be good for
that and would probably be a good investment if he'd last four or five
years.  That way he would be shackled continually and wouldn't cause any
trouble.  Of course, all this good equipment would go to waste," as
Septimus again grabbed the German's genitals for another strong squeeze.

     "Thanks for the advice," the dealer bowed slightly to Septimus with
new respect.  "I'm sure I'll get more for him selling him to the galleys
than to anyone else - even if he only lasts a year or so under the whip."

     "My shipmaster may be interested," Septimus replied, "I'll ask him to
check it out if he has any need for new rowers.  He usually does - they
don't last long in the bowels of those triremes," Septimus said gloomily.

     "In return for the good advice and the possible sale to your
shipmaster, Sire, I'd like to extend a courtesy," the slave dealer said
warmly.  "Would you like to use this slave as an afternoon respite in the
privacy of my personal quarters upstairs?  No charge, of course - a favor
given for a favor received."

     "What do you say, Claudius?" Septimus laughed as he hefted the German
slave's balls in the palm of his hands. "Ready for a little pleasure in, of
all places, the domicile of a slave dealer we barely know?"

     "The slave, as I said, is a good fuck and is a creditable cock sucker
as well," the dealer said encouragingly, "and if your mood calls for just
playing around, this boy's certainly got the equipment to play with - and
those big tits on him can be fun too! Do whatever you like - it's on the
house!"

     "Why not," Claudius responded at last.  "We're getting nowhere in
buying a slave - we might as well use one.  Especially if it's free for the
taking. You mentioned the use of your private quarters, dealer?  You game
for this, Septimus?"

     "This way, masters," the dealer said with a sweep of his hand as he
quickly unchained the German from the wall and attached a leash to his
collar.

     "Well, all right," Septimus answered. "Why not!"

     "Here's his leash - he's all yours.  Use him anyway you like and let
me know if he doesn't cooperate fully.  He'll wish he were dead if I hear
bad news about his performance," the dealer said turning the leash over to
Septimus.

     The dealer then removed the slavewhip he carried at his waist and
lashed the German across his back with a blow that left deep red welts and
a strangled scream out of the slave. "Boy, you do everything these masters
want or even hint at and you do it the very best you can, or I'll beat you
with the steel tipped whip until you will wish you were dead.  One bad word
about your full cooperation in meeting their wishes and you'll be in such
pain for a week you'll wish I'd killed you.  You hear me, slave?"

     "Yes, master," the slave quickly responded with a renewed look of fear
in his face.  Another lash landed across his back and the slave jerked on
his leash with another scream. "I'll do whatever they want, master, believe
me - no trouble out of this slave, master!" he pleaded. "I'll do it good,
master!" he begged as the dealer again raised his arm.

     "You better, slaveboy," was all the dealer said as he lowered his arm
and Septimus jerked on the German slave's leash which sent him stumbling
after Septimus toward the dealer's private quarters.

     Claudius followed Septimus and the slave up the steps and stuck his
finger in the slave's ass as the German struggled up the steps.

     "Thank you, master," was all the German said as Claudius continued to
invade the boy's ass with his fingers.

     "I assume the boy's been cleaned thoroughly?" Claudius asked the
dealer over his shoulder as his fingers went up the boys' chute as far as
they could go.

     "Of course, Sire," the dealer answered with a small laugh.  "We never
display a slave without a thorough cleansing outside AND inside," he
laughed.  "We'll clean him again when you're through so don't mind dirtying
him up," and his laughter grew even louder.

     The dealer's quarters were surprisingly pleasant - clean and breezy -
with comfortable furniture and a large bed at their disposal. Septimus led
the German over next to the bed and, with a jerk of his collar, ordered
"Kneel, slaveboy."

     The slave instantly dropped to his knees, spread them wide as he'd
been taught since being enslaved, and lowered his head in respect. Septimus
and Claudius slowly removed their clothing as they studied the m assive
physique kneeling at their feet.

     "What's your pleasure, Claudius?" Septimus asked with a sly
smile. "You're the one who took the dealer up on the offer first."

     "I'm going to start with a refreshing suck," Claudius laughed as he
moved in front of the slave.

     "Suck, boy," Claudius ordered and without a moment's hesitation the
slave's mouth swallowed Claudius' soft penis to its roots and began a
strong suctioning while the lips massaged the shaft effectively as the
shaft rapidly enlarged. Within a minute, Claudius was at full erection and
small gagging sounds could be heard as the German expanded his throat to
swallow the entire offering despite its expanding size. "The boy is a good
cock sucker like the dealer claimed," Claudius said nonchalantly as he
began to mouth fuck the German as Septimus watched the boy struggling to
accommodate the large shaft stretching his throat.  "I wonder if all
Germans are good at this," he wondered aloud.  "This boy's as good as any
Gaul, I'll tell you.  At least with his mouth. You'll have to have him
service you with his mouth, Septimus.  You'll be surprised, jaded as you
are!" and he laughed at his jibe at his close friend. "You can fuck him now
if you don't mind his distraction with the task at hand," Claudius said, "I
won't mind."

     "Might as well," Septimus said as he lifted the slave's ass up for
better access while the German adjusted to continue his sucking despite the
new position. "You'll take your own sweet time no matter what I want
anyway," he added with a chuckle.

     Septimus rubbed the big "F" brand on the slave's asscheek as he spread
the German's cheeks until the puckered hole was clearly exposed. Without
any preliminaries, Septimus drove in with one stroke until his balls hit
the German's rump.

     "Ugh!"  the German moaned around Claudius shaft, but he never shifted
his uplifted butt from the prick driving itself home in his asshole and he
never faltered in his oral servicing either.  When Septimus left his shaft
motionless in the slave's ass, the German remembered he should massage the
inserted shaft the best he could with his ass muscles.  Many a whipping had
driven that lesson home, no matter how dull his previous masters had
claimed he was.

     "He's not tight, but he's well trained," Septimus said as he felt the
churning motion of the anal chute close around his shaft and milk it. "He's
milking me right now with his well-trained ass. Now that's something you'll
need to experience for yourself as soon as we switch places, Claudius."

     "Let's switch now, Septimus.  This boy's so well trained I'm going to
get drained before I want if I keep fucking his mouth."

     "Same here, Claudius," Septimus replied as he began pounding in and
out of the German's ass. "One more minute and we'll switch", Septimus said,
and with that, both started pounding into the boy's holes with everything
they had.

     The German was silently crying by this time and tears were streaming
out of his eyes as both his throat and ass were savagely raped by the two
men. But neither master noticed and, if they had, it was doubtful if it
would have done anything but bring them amusement.  At worst, they could
report it as "non cooperation" in his own ravishing and that would lead to
another whole series of beatings so the slave did the best he could to stop
his purposeless crying before it was noticed and was even able to stop the
tears before both pulled out of him with a noticeable plop, flipped him
around on his hands and knees as if he were a puppet, and both slid down
new body cavities of his for them but not for him. Actually, the men, both
Romans, were similar in anatomy, and he noticed little difference in length
or width.  And both used him with as much force as they could muster.  He
was theirs for the taking, they understood that exactly, and they meant to
exercise all rights over his body that would meet their desires without
qualm or concern. The slave knew he had to meet those demands the very best
he could, whatever they would be, or suffer a far worse fate than being
fucked at both ends at once. As such, he tightened his throat and ass
muscles as tight as he could as the two pricks plowed away within him.

     "You're right, Claudius," Septimus said as he humped away into the
slave's mouth.  "He is a damn good cock sucker. Better than any ol' Gaul,
I'd wager," he laughed as he inserted his cock as far as he could down the
boy's throat despite the muscle rebellion he felt in the slave's throat
which only added to his pleasure.

     "And you're right about the boy knowing how to fuck, Septimus,"
Claudius responded.  "This slaveboy's well trained as you said.  He could
give some of my slave's some lessons I think," Claudius laughed as he
plowed the boy's hole with renewed vigor.  "We'll see how well he handles
my load mighty quick, I'm afraid," he said as he gave one last lunge into
the boy's ass and tremors ran throughout his body as he drained his load
deep into the boy's rectum. The German slave remembered to tighten his ass
for all he was worth to give his temporary master maximum pleasure in his
moment of orgasm.

     "I'm coming," Septimus shouted for all to hear as his load shot down
the suctioning throat.  The German struggled hard to swallow the huge load
without spilling a drop and felt the large wads of cum sliding down his
throat directly into his stomach. He worked his throat muscles and tongue
as hard as he could because he'd been well trained to know that brought his
users maximum pleasure in the throes of their orgasm.

     "By Jupiter," Septimus said as he withdrew his large organ deep from
the boy's throat, "pretty good for a ship rower," he exclaimed.  "Claudius,
you doing to stay up the boy's ass all afternoon or don't you have the
energy to pull it out?" Septimus laughed as he looked at his totally
relaxed friend.  "Boy, use your mouth to clean my shaft off and lick my
balls clean while you're at it - they got a little sweaty in the process,"
he laughed as Claudius withdrew his shaft from the boy's ass with a loud
plop.  "And when you're through with me, clean my friend's shaft and balls
off too.  Looks to me like he worked up a little sweat himself."

     The German complied instantly and slurped both Septimus and Claudius
clean as a whistle before they donned their clothes.  The slave's penis was
rock hard and dripping and sweat covered his entire body but no one noticed
or cared. At least the masters seemed satisfied with his service and he'd
escape another beating for a day or two maybe.

     With a jerk on the slave's leash, the German was led out of the
dealer's personal quarters and back onto the display in front of the stall
where he was rechained to the wall.

     "We'll clean him up later," the dealer said as noticed his slave's
sweat drenched body and the cum oozing out of his ass. "Did he meet your
needs satisfactorily?" the dealer inquired.

     "Quite well," Septimus answered with a smile. "Both my friend and I
were amazed how well trained he was in servicing his betters. Seems a pity
to waste him as a rower in view of his other talents," Septimus opined.

     "You want him? You can have him cheap, masters," the dealer teased.
"Keep him shackled, keep him under the whip, work him hard at every
opportunity, and use him hard and heavy and I doubt, but don't guarantee,
mind you, that you'd not have too much trouble out of him despite his
brands and whip scars and surliness and lack of response.  Most Germans are
savages and that's the trouble in handling them: their only motive is to
avoid pain and that's all they really understand. Even starving the
bastards doesn't work too well.  Keep them under a steady whip, keep them
in chains at all times, use them brutally and let them know whose master at
every opportunity, and they'll understand what is expected of them. Given
that, people wouldn't have nearly the trouble with Germans everyone claims.
They just don't understand they're dumb savages underneath those beautiful
bodies. Germans are just that: dumb animals that happen to have beautiful
appealing bodies.  Treat them like any other dumb animal and you won't have
any trouble."  He reached over, grabbed the German's balls and twisted them
while pulling them down until the slave groaned in agony to make his point.
"Let them know at all times they're just animals - nothing else - and
they'll be as compliant as you saw this boy this afternoon."

     "How cheap?" Claudius inquired with one eyebrow cocked up. "I might be
interested."

     "Claudius," Septimus said with some surprise.  "Whatever would you do
with that huge clod?  Fuck him every afternoon or work him on your farms?"

     "Neither, Septimus, although I don't guarantee I might not fuck him in
the afternoons," Claudius said with a smile.  "I have a strong feeling this
German may make a great trainer and overseer for all Gauls I've bought up
over the past few years.  He could train them in how to do what they were
bought to do better than they're doing it, judging from his performance
this afternoon, and he's been treated so harshly himself I imagine he'd be
just the ticket to knock some discipline into them and make them a little
more marketable when I sell them. And in the interim, I can work him like
the draft animal he is as one of my new litter bearers.  He's just the
right height and that task would guarantee he'd get worked hard regularly
and properly to keep that great physique. And yes, Septimus, I'd fuck him
every afternoon I think, and knowing you, you would probably come over to
have him service you as well if he were handy like that."

     "But what about proper disciplining?" the dealer cautioned.  "This boy
needs regular whippings to remind him what pain is and who's running the
show.  He'll forget unless it's almost daily. Just fucking him regular
won't do it. He needs a lot more discipline than that."

     "My steward loves to beat slaves - so much so I have to watch he
doesn't damage my property most of the time - so I'll just allow him to
meet his needs with this slaveboy every evening.  He'll always have
remnants of pain around all those whip weals and bruises to remind him of
what he is and what is expected at all times if he is to live.  No problem
with my steward," Claudius replied.  "That's why I have practically no
trouble with slaves, no matter how uncooperative and unappreciative they
might have been at one time in some misguided past. Of course, some of them
are pretty scarred up, but that's the price some slaves have to pay for a
proper attitude, I'm afraid," Claudius added.

     "Sounds to me you should have my job, Master," the dealer said with a
great deal more respect in his voice.

     "As to the price?" Claudius prompted.

     "For you, I'll sell him for the amount I'd get for him as new meat for
the galleys. Say around five sesteres, Master?  I paid eight for him, but
that's before I realized his surliness, his scars and those two brands on
him were driving prospective buyers away from my establishment. And he's
eating me out of house and home. It's a loss, but I'll cut them here and
now.  I lose anyway when I sell him to the galleys."

     "Sold," Claudius replied, "with one condition."

     "Yes," the dealer answered cautiously. "What conditions?"

     "I want this boy ringed and recollared," Claudius answered calmly.

     "But, sire, he's already ringed in both tits and he's collared now,"
the dealer seemed confused.

     "Dealer," Claudius responded as if talking to a child, "this boy needs
to learn control.  Tit- rings alone haven't done it as you reported
yourself although that's a start," and he reached over and pulled on the
German's right tit ring to make his point as the boy flinched from the
pain. "Slaves need tit-rings to make them more accessible to control of
their masters as you well know," Claudius began to lecture, "although many
don't go to the expense and bother as you, of all people, are aware.  But
I'm talking about real control of a slave's body.  The kind of control that
reminds them constantly, without cessation, that their body belongs to
others and they are continually under the control of their master, not
themselves in any way.  I want this boy banded around his genitals with a
ring that causes his shaft and balls to constantly protrude out for ready
access and which will constantly remind him his sex is there for the use of
others at their whim.  At least a one-inch brass band fitted tightly behind
his scrotum and permanently soldiered in place.  Both ears should be fitted
with 2-inch slave rings of brass, and that shabby iron collar of his should
be replaced with a permanently soldered brass collar at least 3 inches tall
that will force that head up at all times - a great reminder he no longer
has any control over his body and even the position of his head is
determined by his master for nothing more than the master's whim.  His
subservience then has to be demonstrated by his eye movements alone which
he has to constantly keep downward or risk severe punishment. And I want
him pierced between his nostrils and fitted with a small brass ring
soldered in place that one can attach a leash to.  When a slave's led
around by a nose ring, he can't help but understand fully what a master's
control entails. And jerking against a leash by your nose ring is so
painful that slaves' only do it once in their lifetime, let me assure you.
After that, they obey without question for fear they'll be leashed by their
nose ring again. And make sure that genital banding ring has a small clip
to attach his leash to - leading slaves around by their genital rings never
fails to teach them total compliance.  They have to anticipate what their
master may want next to avoid excruciating ball pain at any time. I once
had a smart- ass slave acting up and fitted him with a genital ring.  When
I leashed him by that ring and he got jerked a few times for improper
attitude, he shaped up fast and I never had trouble with him again.  A
slave can only stand so much ball pain and they break.  A slave broken to
their new status makes a happy contented slave in my opinion, Dealer,"
Claudius ended his diatribe.

     "Agreed, Sire. He'll be fitted as you described within minutes.  The
metalsmith around the corner knows well exactly how to precisely do what
you want with this slave and has br ass in stock, I'm sure.  I never deal
with him much in that we always leave it up to the new owner how a slave
should be fitted, if at all.  This boy had his tit-rings long before I got
him as you can imagine.  Would you care to watch the fitting? At my expense
of course, Sire," the dealer replied without contention or regret. "Perhaps
you'd like his tit rings replaced while we're at it?"

     "No need," Claudius said as he reached over and pulled on the German's
rings once again.  "They seem to be sturdy enough now and they're brass so
they'll match all the other fittings. Unless Septimus would like to watch
the fitting, I've got better things to do.  Here's three sesterses as a
deposit on the slave. We'll be back in a half hour to pick up the slave,
pay you the remaining two sesterses we owe on the slave, and we'll take him
home with a leash fitted to his genital ring so he can get a feel for it,"
Claudius said with a laugh as he and Septimus exited the dealer's stall.

     He turned to the German slave, and said, "We'll use that leash on your
new nose ring after you're completely healed from the piercing. You can
thank me later, but I really don't want to hear you screaming all the way
home.  It'll be bad enough listening to you adjust to the realities of a
genital lead ring, boy."

     "Yes, master, thank you, master," the German said out of total fear
with a panicked look in his eyes.

     "Remember, boy, a silent slave is the best slave. Masters tire quickly
of slaves who groan, moan, and howl in agony too much," Claudius counseled
the slave as he squeezed his balls tightly.

     "Yes, master," the slave said trying desperately to suppress a groan
from the ball crushing.

     "After you're ringed down here, your sex will be displayed better for
my handling.  You'll learn to appreciate it, slaveboy. A well-trained slave
is pleased to have his master play with the equipment his owner bought."

     "Yes, master," the German answered with his eyes lowered respectfully.

     "Well, Septimus, ready for a little more shopping?" Claudius said as
he released the German's balls.  We still haven't bought that little
present I promised you. Surely in the next half hour we can find sometime
to amuse you as a gift."

      "If you insist, Claudius, since we have to wait around a half hour
because of your fascination with that German boy. You will let me use him
in the afternoons, won't you, Claudius? You seldom run across a slave who
sucks as well as he does."

     "Oh, don't worry.  You'll get your use of him all right.  But I can do
better than that as a present.  How about going back to that second
dealer's stall and looking over those two slaves he promised to scrub up
for us inside and out on the hope we might go back to his stall?"

     "Why not?" Septimus replied. "I'd just as soon spend a half hour
playing with some new slaves than just standing around in this heat. What
were they supposed to be anyway?  An unbroken Jewboy and a well-trained
Gaul, wasn't it?"

     "That's the way I remember it, Septimus," Claudius responded as they
started walking excitedly back to the second dealer's stall. "But who knows
the realities?  You know how these dealers can lie!"

     "I don't know.  That last dealer seemed to be totally honest and the
way he described that German you just bought couldn't have been more
accurate.  That boy fucked and sucked just as well, if not better, than he
described.  And you got a great price on him I thought.  No more than a
gang slave on a galley.  Not bad, Claudius, if I do say so myself,"
Septimus smiled as he complimented his friend, "especially when you think
about his physique, his good looks, his equipment, and that great mouth and
ass."

     They arrived at the second slaver's stall and the dealer smiled as he
took the two back to the area of the holding pens where two slaves, sure
enough, had been freshly scrubbed and chained to a small display area near
the pens themselves. The water from the washing was still around the two
and their head hair was wet although all other hair had obviously been
shaved away which made them look all the fresher.

     The Gaul was shackled only by his neck collar to the wall.  He was
pure Gaul: short, stocky, well built with good features and a good shock of
brown hair on his head.  He was much heavier hung than most Gaul boys,
however, and his balls were as big as small peaches. His tits were large
and protrusive and had obviously received a lot of attention in that they
were now rather pointed and permanently swollen from the large tit rings
that had been inserted some years ago. In fact, they were so large they
looked like a woman's tits, especially jutting out on his massive
well-developed pectorals. His waist, by comparison with his chest, was
tiny, but his hips jutted out like his chest and his ass checks reflected
considerable muscle back there as well.  His legs were like tree trucks in
that muscles were everywhere.  This boy had obviously been involved in
heavy dray work or either exercised continually.  His face was very square
with a strong jawline bordered by a pencil-line close chopped beard and a
matching pencil-line mustache, large brown eyes, and strong eyebrows over
long curly eyelashes.  His ears, unringed as yet, fit close to his head and
were smallish which made his head seem large on his stocky body. Best of
all, the lips on his large mouth were puffy but thin and his high
cheekbones made him look almost playful. When he smiled at me, I jammed my
finger in his mouth to check his teeth and found them in perfect shape.
Before I could withdraw my finger, he was sucking on it suggestively with
considerable force.

     "Check him out, Master," the dealer suggested, "anyway you'd like.  If
you'll like to use him privately, that shed over there is equipped for just
such a purpose," the dealer said as he poked a finger in the boy's ass and
twisted it around to illustrate what he meant by the suggestion.

     "Good idea," Septimus replied without hesitation.  "Claudius, look
that Jew over while I'm seeing what this boy has to offer."

     "Buying one slave this afternoon is enough for me, Septimus," Claudius
laughed.  He turned to the dealer and said, "If you'd be so kind as to
furnish me a chair, a cool drink, and a slave with an umbrella to shade the
sun, I'll be content to wait for my friend."

     "Of course, Sire," the dealer clapped his hands and a female black
slave trotted out with a chair and then quickly went to prepare the drink
while another young boy slave with pure white hair and a golden tan, no
older than 16 or so, appeared with a large umbrella with which he carefully
shaded the new guest as he stood in the glaring son.

     Within minutes, Claudius heard the young Gaul slave gagging quietly
and knew Septimus had started his testing process.  It wasn't long after
that when the gagging and slurping sounds were replaced by the submissive
moans a slave usually gives when he's being fucked. Not long after that,
everyone, even the slaves in the holding pens, heard Septimus yell out in
triumph and knew my friend had reached his second orgasm of the afternoon.
Within one minute, Septimus was leading the sweating Gaul back to the
observation area by his neck chain with his prick rampant, his balls
swollen, and his tits at a new level of excitement. Septimus' cum was
seeping out of his ass and running down his legs, and the Gaul was dripping
precum onto the front of his legs that matched it somewhat.

     The slaves in the holding pens giggled and laughed as they saw the
Gaul who had only so recently been in the large pen with them. "That
master's taken a liking to him, looks like, Boris," I heard one slave in
the pen say to another.  "I wish someone would try me out - I'd be out of
this pen and in their bed in a flash," he added wistfully. "Don't you wish,
Manumus," the other slave answered.  "With your looks and puny equipment,
the only home you're going to get is a mat in a lead mine or chained to a
galley bench.  No one beds slaveboys that aren't handsome and hung well,"
he added with a note of finality.

     "The Gaul's well trained just like the dealer claimed," Septimus said
as he began to feel each muscle grouping and go over every square inch of
skin on the slave he'd just fucked. But I'm not buying a pig in a poke.
Give me some time and I'll go over this boy good before I decide anything."

     "Take your time," Claudius responded as he began to play with the
swelling penis and large balls of the young boy who was holding the
umbrella.

     Septimus finished his minute inspection of the Gaul's sweat drenched
body and then shackled him back to the wall by his neck chain with a
dismissive slap on the ass where some of his own cum still remained. He
then turned to the Jew who was heavily shackled in place on the stand with
his hands chained behind him, his feet shackled wide apart to rings in the
observation stand's floor, his neck tightly chained to the wall, gagged
with a 3-inch penis gag that prevented any mouth movements or sounds other
than sucking on the dildo down his throat, and a large thick dildo sticking
out of his protruding ass which kept his prick hard and dripping due to the
constant prostate stimulation.  Despite his recent scrubbing, his body was
in a state of extreme muscular tension and the sweat was oozing out of
every pore of his smooth skin as he fought all the restraints preventing
him from doing anything but standing for inspection just as his owner
wanted.

     Septimus started by grabbing the huge dildo's base ring and pushed the
intrusion as far as possible up the slave's ass while the Jew screamed
around his gag in protest.  New sweat popped out on his chest and stomach
as Septimus started to pump him with the dildo and a look of overwhelming
humiliation paired with rabid rage glared from his dark eyes as his
prospective new owner continued the modest little rape in front of
everyone. The Jew's penis became even larger with the new anal stimulation
and began to steadily drip precum as the ass probing continued.  Septimus
then grabbed the prick and began to stoke the Jew vigorously while he
fondled the large balls of the boy until the Jew, struggling to contain
himself, lost control and sprayed the area with rivers of thick sticky
white cum while he gasped and then shivered throughout his body once the
orgasmic release had started.

     "Claudius, did you see that?" Septimus asked. "The boy's a veritable
fountain of spunk - properly stimulated, of course."

     "That's one hell of an organ you've got your hands on there, Septimus.
Are all Jews built like that?  I wonder if trimming their foreskins in
those strange religious rites these savages practice makes their pricks
grow to that size?" Claudius commented.

     "Could be, Claudius, but how do you explain that explosion I just got
out of him? Does the trimming do that too?" Septimus asked as he continued
to stoke the giant erection.

     "If you had that dildo up your ass like the Jew, and you had a master
pounding that thing in and out of you like you were just doing, you might
unload just like that, Septimus," Claudius laughed. "Proper stimulation, I
think you called it, my friend."

     "The Jew hasn't been milked since last week," the dealer commented.
"He had a big load stored up for a serious inspection, but I admit that was
some load all right, even for a week stored up."

     "Claudius, what's it going to take to teach this boy how to behave
like a proper slave born to the chain?" Septimus asked.

     "A good month or two of just what you're doing now," Claudius said as
he sipped some more of his cool drink and began seriously stroking the
young slave beside him.  "I'd prescribe a 12-inch dildo up his ass at all
times he's not being fucked or cleaned out, keep that penis gag in his
mouth for the next few weeks at least so you don't have to listen to any of
his silly babble, unless of course you want to pry those pretty jaws open
with a mouth sphincter and face fuck him for his own good education.  A
sound beating with those wide heavy slave whips at least twice a day that
bruises and tears you up inside, but doesn't tear the skin as an object
lesson and to teach him real solid fear for the first time in his life, and
milk the bastard, just like you did, at least twice a day so he gets used
to having his equipment handled as an owner sees fit.  Keep him shackled
just as he is for now, but if you buy this challenge, have him fitted
exactly as I'm outfitting the German boy: genital banding that's permanent
and really forces that equipment out and away from his body so everyone has
full access at all time; body shaved as needed; two inch tit rings in both
tits; ear rings that you can always grab and twist easily, a soldered neck
collar so tall and tight he can't move his head in any direction but
straight ahead, and a nostril ring with a leash, at least until he settles
down and accepts his new role in life - an owned chattel solely on this
earth for the pleasure of whoever was foolish enough to have bought
him. I've heard Jews are an overly arrogant and proud people, but they can
be broken like any other slave to their proper role of course.  But it will
be a challenge with this one, I can see," and Claudius chuckled with a
twinkle in his eye.  The boy he'd been playing with spurted on his hand
just at that moment.

     "See this boy here," he said as he had the boy lick the cum off of his
hand and then stroked his handsome face.  "No challenge.  Probably a born
slave and doesn't know any other life.  Am I right, boy?" he turned and
asked the boy.

     "Yes, master.  I was born right here from a pregnant slave the master
bought and he just never found a person who would buy me for a good price.
Would you like to buy me, master?  I'd make a good slave for you and I'd
probably grow up to be a handsome slaveboy you'd like to have pleasure you
when you wanted," he replied. "I can do more than hold your umbrella and
offer you my equipment to play with, master.  I'm learning to suck now and
my master says I'm showing promise.  Next week, he's going to start fucking
me if I'm good, master. I'd make a good slave for you, master, if you'd
consider buying me," he pleaded.

     "Enough slave babble," the dealer said with a threatening
look. "Slaves don't talk unless they're directly answering a master's
question as briefly as possible.  I didn't hear the master ask you about
how your slave training was coming along. And this master wouldn't be
interested in that anyway.  So far your training's no different than any
other slaveboys your age."

     "Sorry, master," the slaveboy answered and quickly cast his eyes down
to the ground.

     "You'll get a beating tonight for forgetting that, slave," the master
said.

     "Yes, master," the slave meekly responded.

     "It's up to you to remind me, slave," the master continued.  "If you
forget to remind me when I get the whip out, you'll be whipped twice as
long."

     "I won't forget to remind you, master," the boy replied with tears in
his eyes.

     "And that's double the lashes tonight for crying without permission,"
the master added when he saw the tears streaming down the boys' face. "Keep
it up and you won't be able to walk for a week with your impertinence,
slaveboy."

     "Yes, master," was all the slave could think to reply but the crying
stopped instantly.

     "Well, Septimus, what can I buy you?  The challenge of properly
breaking the wild Jew, the pleasure and tranquillity of the well-trained
Gaul, or even the pretty little white-haired boy here who's just now
learning to fuck and suck like a well-mannered slave should," Claudius
asked with a note of joviality in his voice. "I've got the German for
myself. What can I get you?"

     "I need a new project, Claudius, and breaking that Jew properly would
amuse me for several months, I imagine.  Besides, with that body of his and
his huge equipment, he's going to be a great pleasure slave when I'm
finished with him. You'll be envious of me for having him at my beck and
call.  You'll see.  But since you're going to share the German slaveboy
with me every afternoon, I'm too good a friend not to share the Jewboy with
you - that is if you will help me dildo fuck him and milk him twice a day
as you just prescribed.  My steward can handle the necessary whippings.
Like yours, he actually enjoys it if he doesn't destroy my property in the
process. But imagine when the Jew's broken. We'll have a great time using
him. And I'll have a feeling of accomplishment that will allow me to take
pride in the finished product: a compliance slave whose every desire
centers around bringing new pleasures to his master."

     "Dealer," Septimus called out.  "Take this slave to the metalsmith
around the corner and have him outfitted exactly as my friend prescribed.
Tell the smith he's to be outfitted exactly as the German slaveboy he just
did, but add a much more restrictive three-inch very tight high collar, and
two inch brass tit rings.  All the rest is the same as the German slaveboy
he's finishing up now. If he passes out from the pain of having both his
tits and his nostril pierced, throw a bucket of water on him to make sure
he will feel every bit of pain and always remember when he was fully fitted
to best serve his owner. When he's done, harness him for maximum
constraint, reinsert a new larger 6-inch penis gag with his head harness,
and fit the body harness with a dildo holder.  Then insert a 12-inch dildo
in him and strap it in tight.  Finally, fit that new nostril ring with a
lease - that's the way he's going home."

     "As you say, Sire," the dealer responded. "It will be done within 30
minutes if the metalsmith is through with the German slaveboy. May I send
him over with my associate now so the metalsmith can start his work while
we negotiate a reasonable price for the Jew?"

     "Yes, let's start that boy out right now learning the meaning of
control," Septimus replied.  "Properly ringed, banded, plugged, and
harnessed, he'll have a whole new outlook on what masters expect from
slaveboys," Septimus laughed.

     Septimus glared at the dealer as the Jew was drug in his chains off to
his new body piercings, bandings, rings and plugs, screaming in terror
around the penis plug still firmly in his mouth soon to be replaced by one
twice as large.  His prick was at full mast as usual, probably from the
continual probing of the dildo inserted well into his ass hole. He'd learn
real fear and experience solid pain before this day was out and the
realization of that suddenly overwhelmed him and his screams were turning
into deep sobs of total despair, a good first step for a slave desperately
in need of being broken to his new status. He'd be grateful such good
attention was being paid to him in these early stages eventually and his
love for his new owner would be based on that solid gratitude.

     As the dealer returned the disappointed Gaul back to the holding pen,
he noticed the cum dripping out of the slave's ass and the precum dripping
off his rampant erection.  "Never mind," he told his assistant, "we'll
clean him up in the morning before we put him back on display. A little cum
soaking up his ass never hurt a slave I've heard of. But shackle his arms
behind him, I don't want any slaveboy around here unloading unless a
customer does it for him. Slaves aren't on this earth to amuse themselves,"
he added as he looked threateningly at the Gaul.

     "No, master," the Gaul said in response.

     "Now, Sire, as to the price for the Jewboy," he turned to Septimus as
the Gaul was shackled and penned. "I'll be honest and admit he's definitely
a pain in the ass around here. I'd like to get rid of him.  You called him
an interesting challenge.  Well, this establishment mainly deals in well
trained slaves already acclimated to the way fate has directed their lives.
Whoever buys them decides their fate and certainly makes all decisions.
That's where the Jews are all screwed up in their thinking.  Those damn
Jews never seem to understand their masters decide their fate - their pagan
God doesn't determine their fate with that silly myth of being a "Chosen
People" they so strongly seem to believe - if so their God choose them to
be good slaves to the Romans. And no slave determines their own fate as
they should well know since they certainly own foreign slaves themselves,
even some poor Romans, I've heard.  But I'm talking my price down, I'm
afraid.  He's got the body of Adonis, the strength of Zeus, and the
equipment and drive, as you just saw, of a bull in heat. When he's properly
broken, trained to his master's new expectations, and settled into the
compliant animal he has to be whether he realizes it or not, he'll be worth
a fortune.  A mere six sesterses and he's yours, Sire. Any other body like
that would bring at least twice that amount."

     "Five," Claudius interjected since he was actually paying for the Jew.

     "Sold, and I'll even pay for the new plugs, harness, and leash you
wanted to take him home with." Claudius, Septimus and the dealer all shook
hands in agreement.

     "Well, Septimus.  Quite an afternoon after all.  I've picked up a
German boy to fuck instead of all those Gaul slaveboys you claim I'm
limited to.  You've picked up something that I'm sure will keep you well
occupied over the new few weeks," Claudius summed up. "When you break that
boy, I want to be one of the first to fuck that Judian bastard.  That's
some body that boy's got.  And, I admit, the equipment would make the gods
envious. I got a good buy on both the German and your present, and you've
got a great boy to bring you many. many pleasures over the years. It's been
a good afternoon considering we're just Massilon provincials."

*********

     Blood was still streaming down from the fresh piercing in the German
slave's nose where the nostril ring had been installed. The soldering of
his genital band had burnt the skin on his ballsac where a little of the
hot solder had dripped as they were fastening the one-inch band over the
base of his penis and behind his ballsac. The new high collar refitted to
his neck forced his head into a constant upright position so it was
impossible to hide his continual sobs of pain and anguish. Even the
two-inch rings installed in his ear lobs were bleeding a little as the
weight of the heavy rings, pulling on the new skin piercings, added to all
the new pain he was experiencing.

     As he stood there, waiting for the metalsmith to finish "fitting"
another slave who was screaming in pure terror once they'd removed his gag,
the German never felt more "owned" than he did right now. When the Roman
Armies had swept through the border towns, he and tens of thousands like
him had been "sold" to a traveling slave dealer who made his living
gathering up a new crop from the armies spoils to eventually resell his
stock to the wholesale dealers located in every Roman province.

     At that point, the reality of what a slave actually was, what a slave
did, and what happened to slaves sold to new masters had no actual meaning
to him. But as soon as the small batch of slaves in his rather isolated
home town were sold by the army generals to the "point-of-sale" slave
dealers following them from one small German town to another, he began to
get a glimmer of what his future life might be like.

     That original dealer stripped them naked, shackled their hands behind
them, manacled their feet so they could only walk in short steps, and
whipped them to a slave market some considerable distance away located in
the portion of his homeland which they called Rhineland.  There, he had
been washed thoroughly, placed on display still manacled and naked, and
left to the mercies of the prospective customers, mainly the agents of
large slave trading companies from throughout Empire who operated huge
networks importing and exporting slaves to all parts of the Roman world and
who bought in mass lots.

     Unlike the small dealer originally buying him directly from the Army
and driving him to market as a purchased prisoner, the company agents
treated him not as a human captive, but as livestock, exactly as they
treated the oxen, cows, sheep, and horses they also traded in.  But the
two-legged livestock were often treated even worse in that their bodily
examinations were so much more extensive than that given a horse or cow.
Every part of him was prodded, probed, squeezed, and stroked by the agents
as they examined him for purchase. Never had he ever imagined having his
genitals fondled until he was erect right in front of everyone on a public
street; having his balls massaged, lifted and weighted, and then squeezed
to see how "firm and full" they were; had his nipples stretched, squeezed,
and fondled until they became erect and then agonizingly sore from the
abuse; had his teeth counted; his eyes examined for disease' and even had
endless dirty fingers inserted as far as possible up his anal chute to test
for "tightness and response".

     His own little town in Germany had slaves of course - mainly captives
of war, unwanted orphans, offsprings of their own slaves, those out of
favor with the king, or Slavs (a slave race who were frequently sold in
those regions) who were usually put to doing the heavy manual work around
the village as well as farming tasks - but they were always clothed in
rough tunics and given boots to wear, seldom had their arms manacled, were
called by a name, and he'd never known any owner to display a slave nude,
let alone examine their privates in a public setting.  Slaves, especially
the females, were often used as sexual bed mates by the villagers, but the
villagers usually took their pleasures with the slaves in private. Although
slaves were certainly less than a tribe member and of the lowest possible
social status, they were, nevertheless, considered human by their owners
and certainly treated much better than mere livestock in most cases.

     With these company buyers, however, slaves were viewed as a commodity
like all other possessions. Slaves were "talking animals" put into the
hands of their purchasers to meet their every pleasure, do every bit of
work, anticipate their every need, and to add to their owner's prestige in
every way possible. A slave's feelings, thoughts, and emotions, if he had
any, were of no consequence whatsoever to the owner and the slave quickly
learned to keep those things to himself or risk immediate torture or
death. A slave was expected to do anything his master or mistress desired
without question, instantly, and with utter humility, even gratitude at
being utilized. This included acts the slave may not have even known
existed before becoming a slave; acts deemed immoral, illegal, or unethical
in their own culture; and acts perhaps considered inhuman, inhumane, or
even impossible where they were raised.

     For example, some slaves were trained to kill even though few came
from cultures where slaves murdered each other as sport for their
owners. Any resistance to this sport led to unbelievable tortures until all
slaves chose the risks of learning to murder one another in public over the
martyrdom of a death. Especially since such martyrdom never changed the
system.  Similarly, their new masters used slaves' bodies in every
conceivable way to yield the master or mistress pleasure, regardless of
what the slave may have thought about it and certainly without regard to
the fact much of that usage would be considered criminal, unethical, or
immoral in their own countries of origin. So slaves became gladiators,
concubines, whores, exhibitionists and even rapists - in addition to farm
hands, house servants, litter bearers, miners, and ship rowers - all under
the direction of their owners backed up with "scourging whips," "discipline
whips," brandings, and fittings of "control rings" on their two-legged
livestock.

     The German, still unnamed by any owner after two full years as a
slave, was just beginning to "adjust," as the slave dealers called it, to
the realities of being a slave in Massilon.  After endless beatings of such
ferocity he was amazed he was able to survive; two separate brandings where
he could still remember the terror of that white-hot pain for attempting to
run away from his tormenting Roman masters; several occasions where new
owners tried to tame him through near starvation and where he shamefully
learned he'd do most anything to get a scrap of food or a sip of water
regardless of how "strong" he thought he was in resisting the owners
demands; the endless humiliations and shame of continually having to
display his nude body and allowing anyone, with his owner's permission, to
fondle and play with any part of him, even what he'd always thought before
were his "private" parts; and finally, allowing himself to become a mere
fleshy vessel for his masters to take their pleasure as the whim hit them
as he became their trained "fuckboy" or their "suckboy" - all this would
have been unbelievable to him back in Germany, even if he'd been a slave to
his own tribe.

     But he had survived - he was still alive - and his resistance was
getting less and less as time passed. Fighting back invariably led to more
pain, more agony, more terror - never had it led to anything else or in any
way made his life anything but worse. Meeting their demands meant a few
moments without pain, decent food and some sleep, an occasional word of
praise, and even some sexual relief impossible under any conditions but
total obedience.

     Yes, the German thought, I've "adjusted" all right. And his life was
better as compared to a year ago when he spent most of his time resisting
which always lead to even more unbelievable tortures and pain. He'd learned
not to compare his life now to what it was: that was fruitless.  He'd
learned not to evaluate or assess what was being done to him: the Roman's
system he was in was unchangeable and he was in no position ever to
determine what was right, wrong, ethical, unethical, moral, or
immoral. Like all his behavior, all these decisions and evaluations were no
long relevant to his life. So slowly he stopped thinking about what was
happening and just did what he was told without question. All societies had
slavery, of course, and it would never change - all slaves knew that Roman
slavery demanded more - but no one had the power, the knowledge, the
superiority, the supreme arrogance the Romans had when it came to managing
their human livestock - so they had a right, perhaps, to demand more of
their chattel than others.

     Pain, fear, anguish, despair, tortures, food and water and sleep
deprivation, humiliation, shame - all worked well for the Romans with
almost all slaves no matter where they were from - but with young males the
most effective technique was control of their sexual outlets - your very
body worked to motivate you to meet your master's demands. When you
realized your master controlled when, where, and how you could obtain
sexual release and you realized you would be restricted from getting any
release of any type without your master's consent, the Romans had a slave
that would do most anything. Therefore, most males were first punished
severely for ejaculating without permission and it was quickly established
that you had to seek your master's or mistress' permission to ejaculate, no
matter what stimulation you were exposed to. When the need to seek release
overwhelms you orgasmically and your owner tells you you must hold it in
and you realize you will be tortured to near death if you don't, and you do
everything in your power to keep your own body from doing what is natural
for it to do under forced stimulation, you become a slave to your own needs
and the master had a degree of control over you never possible with slave's
not exposed to this bodily release restriction. After a short while, you
find yourself thanking your owner for allowing you to orgasm when in fact
they stimulated you to that point deliberately to start with.  And those
thanks are with pure gratitude.  Gratitude for releasing the very condition
they caused - that's a whole new aspect of abject slavery unheard of in
most lesser conditions of enslaving people and an aspect the Romans had
down to an art.

     The metal smith had finally finished "fitting" the other slave, a
young Judean of remarkable physique, and his screams of terror and
anguished howls of pain had ceased only when a six-inch penis gag was
forced into his mouth and firmly positioned with a leather head harness
strapped over the slave's head. He was next fitted with a tight body
harness which lifted his pectorals up for maximum display and which
included a dildo holder across his buttocks and restraints for keeping his
arms positioned in back of him.

     The German watched as the Judean was bent over to have a thick 12-inch
dildo shoved up his ass as the slave's eyes practically popped out of his
head at the strain of receiving this intrusion and then fastened to the
harness. From his own recent experiences in slavery, the German knew that
the dildo would pump in and out of the slave's asshole about three inches
as he walked or changed positions but could never be expelled beyond the
nine inches that would remain embedded in him at all times. In essence, any
movement whatsoever would end up with the Judean fucking himself over and
over and over.  The Judean's tits were still bleeding from the newly
installed large brass rings - those shiny rings were already swinging from
his inflamed tits over the restrictive body harness pushing his pectorals
into continual display. Each tiny movement of the nearly installed rings
caused agonizing pain and any movement whatsoever would, for a week or so,
at least until healing was completed, remind the Judean slave of his new
fitting. Even after the piercings had healed, running, trotting, or even
walking would jiggle those large rings and the unique sensation through the
sensitized and permanently swollen tits would always remind the young man
he was a "fitted" slave.

     Like himself, the Judean had had his nostril pierced also, and the
ring just installed minutes ago in his nose was covered with blood matching
the smaller amounts of blood on the lobs of his ears which now sported
large two-inch brass rings stretching the lobs down a little with their
weight and pressing on the new piercings in the process.  This slave was
even bigger than he was between his legs and now that he was similarly
banded with a wide brass ring there also, the Judean's prick and balls
stuck out like a separate appendage from the slave's body.

     As the German looked down at himself similarly banded now, it would be
hard for either of them to ever forget their large equipment was positioned
and displayed so prominently simply so they could be handled and fondled
there more conveniently by others; that, and the German thought with a
shiver, simply because the banding, like nothing else perhaps, told anyone
seeing them that these slave's bodies were available for the use of others
as they saw fit.  He wanted to reach down and touch this new protrusion to
see if it could be adjusted for greater comfort, but quickly caught
himself.  Any touching of his body, but especially his genitals and tits,
was not allowed unless directed by his master to do specifically.
Therefore, he knew, he was totally dependent on others to gain any sensual
pleasures from touch, and certainly he was wholly dependent on others for
any ultimate release from the need the stimulation of his body provoked,
especially since he was allowed those releases so seldom.

     The Judean slave was yanked to his feet which remained shackled as
before and ordered to join me as the overseer thrashed away at his back
with a thick slave whip to establish his authority.  When the Judean
collapsed from his pain, the whip landed even harder with admonitions to
get on his feet which the slave eventually managed. The screams now were
all muffled due to this penis gag and all that could be heard were muted
moans and choked screams trying to sound off through a gagged throat. As
the Judean joined me awaiting our new masters, he looked at me just
standing there: naked with my genitals and balls forced into a prominent
display by a brass band and, as usual, almost fully erect; my huge tits
erect and swollen around the rings piercing them; my nose bleeding from the
ring protruding from my nostrils; my ears both fitted with "slave rings";
my head forced upright by the rigid tall slave collar around my neck; a
body shaved of all hair to appear neat and clean; and with only my feet
shackled to show I was obedient and compliant in this body display.

     A whole new barrage of tears streamed down his cheeks and I understood
why. These new tears weren't of pain alone. They were tears of humiliation
and shame - he knew he was looking at himself in just a few weeks or
months: totally compliant to becoming a mere possession displayed in this
erotic fashion simply because it pleased the owner.

     My new owner, Claudius, arrived with his friend Septimus who had just
purchased the obviously "unbroken" Jewish slave. Claudius took the slave
leash given him by the dealer who'd sold me and quickly snapped it to the
small ring welded to my genital band so I could be led, literally, by my
prick and balls. A quick jerk on the lease assured him I was well fastened
as my genitals jerked even further out in display and a low moan escaped my
lips as I felt the pressure on my balls. His friend, Septimus, took his
slave leash and fastened it to the blood encrusted nostril ring of the
Judean slave right above the gag forced deep down his throat. Even the
weight of the leash caused excruciating pain on the raw incision between
the boy's nostrils and a new agonizing scream tried to escape about the
penis gag which well muted it and led to a series of choking and renewed
gasping around the gag.

     Septimus, giving the boy a chance to get used to the weight of the
lease pulling on the incision, hefted the boy's newly ringed balls and
squeezed them tightly while stroking the Judean's prick until he was once
again fully erect and dripping precum.

     "There, that's more like it," Septimus said to Claudius. "I want the
boy looking good even though all that blood is rather ugly right now. But
it'll dry up soon enough and I can wipe most of it off once we're home and
I begin his training."

     "I imagine that huge dildo up his rear is going to help keep it hard,"
Claudius commented, "especially when you start walking him on the leash and
that monster gets pumping in and out of him. You better warn the bastard
not to shoot off with that thing working in him. He might as well learn
right off he's got to hold it in and nothing like a sound beating to drive
that lesson home."

     "You're right, Claudius," Septimus said as he grabbed the slave whip
from the dealer's attendant and began whipping the Judean across his back
and rump as hard as he could with the wide strapped slave whip which seldom
tore a slave's hide, but caused severe pain in the flesh right under the
skin.

     "This is only a sample of what you'll get if you shoot without my
permission, slaveboy," Septimus yelled at the slave.  After about six more
stokes which were so hard some skin was broken and new bleeding on the butt
started, Septimus gave the blood soaked whip back to the attendant and
added, "Next time, slaveboy, I'll whip you twice as hard because you failed
to listen carefully to the orders of your new master - no shooting off
without my permission, slaveboy."

     By this time, the Judean had collapsed to the ground once again, and
the attendant had to grab him and jerk him upright with a sound smack
across his bleeding butt.

     "Stand up here, slave, so your master can direct you. He can't very
well command you properly when you're lying around on the ground, you lazy
bastard," the attendant said with another swing of the whip.

     Claudius was fondling his German's slave erect prick and began to
massage the boy's balls despite some flinching on the slave's part when he
massaged the burnt skin at the top of the balls.

     "Banding his equipment makes it so much easier to play with this
boy. When a slave's this big, an owner should band them: they not only
display better, but it makes it easy to get to them when they're up and out
front, and I bet, when he gets use to this metal girdle I've given him,
he'll find it easier to trot without all that dangling down between his
legs. You're going to learn to like that band around your balls, German
slaveboy," he announced.

     "Yes, master, " the German answered with lowered eyes since he could
no longer bow his head in respect now that he was fitted with his new tall
neck band.

     The two Roman owners started home with their new purchases instructed
to follow behind within the short distance allowed by their leashes: the
Judean by his nostril ring; the German by his genital ring.

     As the Judean slave began to walk behind his master, the huge dildo
implanted in his asshole began pumping in and out of his chute as his ass
muscles were forced into action and the sensation was exactly that of being
vigorously flicked by a huge penis. In addition, the penis gag in his mouth
worked its way in and out of his throat with his body movements and the
only solution to prevent gagging as he struggled for air was to swallow the
leather penis forced down his throat and suck the air around it into his
lungs. Thus each step forced him to suck a penis down his throat - the
penis gag not only prevented him from talking; it also forced him to
continually work his throat muscles around a simulated penis which was also
stretching his throat. As the reality of his bondage overwhelmed him, he
hesitated just a moment in following his master and instantly the nostril
ring tore into the fresh incision leading to unbearable pain as the ring
tormented each raw nerve ending.

     "Augh," he screamed around the gag and felt temporary blackness and
then dizziness as if he were going to pass out. But the pressure on the
incision never let up as his master continued to pull on the leash and he
quickly leaped ahead to ease the pressure from the leash. From then on his
eyes never left his master's hand holding the leash and he made sure, no
matter what was happening to his body, there was always slack in the leash
to prevent the agonizing pressure on the new tear in his body.

     "See, Claudius," Septimus said brightly, "the Judean is learning to
heel his master quite well," as he jerked a little on the leash to hear the
Judean scream around his gag again. "You were right - there's nothing like
a nose leash to teach a slave to do exactly what his master wants."

     "He's learning from that dildo and mouth gag too," Claudius pointed
out. "Look at the boy's throat muscles working around that leather stalk
down his throat - that'll make a good cocksucker out of him eventually as
soon as he learns the basics. And, Septimus," Claudius said as he looked at
the Judean's rump, "that big dildo working in and out of his ass will not
only stretch him well, but will get him used to being fucked.  Septimus,
he's beginning to bleed a little back there, but nothing serious
yet. Probably just a few friction tears from that big dildo pumping in and
out of him. But you should keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't
rupture.  You might consider running him at a trot so he can get the total
experience of being fucked really hard in both holes at once," Claudius
laughed. "You'll have him up to the level of the German soon at this rate,"
he said as he pulled on the German's genital leash for emphasis as the
slave groaned in pain as his balls were pulled by the ring harness.

     "This boy can be fucked hard at both ends and still remember how to
best pleasure a master," Claudius said with some pride. "Look at the
hard-on this boy's sporting," Claudius said as he pulled the leash tight,
reached down and grabbed the German slave by his prick, and began to stroke
it as the slave thrust in and out of his hand in his walking motions.

     The two slaves were so attentive to their leashes they didn't notice
the snickers and ridicule they received from some of the other slaves on
the street they passed and the looks of admiration and interest from some
of the citizens. Both groups were used to seeing slaves moved in coffles
from one market to another or in transit to a road crew or to farms or
mines where they'd been sold as a lot, but in the provinces it wasn't too
common to see individual slaves manacled and on a leash being led around by
their own masters. And most leashed slaves in public were usually neck
leased by their collars, not by their nose or their genitals. The novelty
alone caught their attention, but once they saw the way the slaves were
"fitted", the blood streaming down their bodies from the new incisions, and
the look of resigned suffering in the one slave's face and the look of
sheer terror and panic in the other slave's face, this public display of
slave discipline was not only somewhat unusual, but probably highly
effective as well.

     The bodies under tow were unusual enough with the massive physiques,
the overwhelming muscular development so evident in their shaved bodies,
and the huge erect phalluses forced out for full display by the large ring
around their genitals. Their pain temporarily deafened them to the
catcalls, jibes, whistles of admiration, lewd comments, and curious
questions thrown at their owners as they were forced down the streets of
Massilon.

     "That's some mighty fancy meat on the hoof," one admirer stated as he
patted the Judean slave's rump.

     "You'd make a fortune, most noble Claudius, if you'd set those two up
in a brothel and let the rest of us enjoy them," another added.

     "Lord Claudius, that boy's hung better than anything I've seen here in
Massilon. Where did you find him?" yet another queried. "Mind if I have a
quick feel?" as he reached over and gripped the German's shaft as he walked
alongside him.

     "See, son, how that harness forces the leather phallus in and out of
that slave's asshole as he walks behind his master. That'll open him up
good and teach him how to be of some use around the house and in the
process learn the discipline needed of a good slaveboy. And look at that
gag in his mouth. Judging from the slave's throat, that's a pretty big
shaft forced down his throat - at least it's big enough to force him to use
those throat muscles to keep from gagging.  That'll not only get the boy
practiced in using his mouth well, but it's teaching him how to massage a
big shaft down his throat at the same time. Mighty clever if you ask me and
good training for a new slave.  And, son, let me tell you, you won't have
any trouble with a slave that's leashed by his nose. One false step - one
hesitation -and that boy will have pain that he'll never want to experience
again. Why even now his asshole and nose are bleeding - it's training that
slave's not likely to forget soon," the middle-age man said to his
12-year-old son accompanying him. "When you get a little older and I give
you a few slaves of your own, you might want to start them out with some
training like that. There's no better way for a slave to learn solid
respect for his master.

     "Oh noble Claudius, if you ever decide to sell that blond slave, just
let me know - I'll pay you top dollar after you finish his training - he's
just the type of bed buck I've been looking for.  The boy I've got now is
beginning to wear out I fear. Slaves get that way when they're used so much
they can't get enough rest, " the speaker, a local Massilon resident not
much more than 16 or so, said in a loud, boasting tone. "I've either got to
get several boys to share my bed or trade the one I've got in for something
like you've got on your leash there."

     "Not today, young Crassius," Claudius responded. "Maybe when I tire of
him.

     "If he likes to be used, he'll be in slave heaven with me," the young
aristocrat bragged again.

     "That slave that's gagged going to be broken good before he even gets
to his master's house," one slave, hitched by his harness to pulling a
small freight cart, observed to his partner hitched alongside him. "I can
see it in his eyes - he's broken already."

     "You're right, Servus," the other slave replied. "When I was first
enslaved, I fought it with everything I had. But you can only take so much
and you reach a point you can just feel all the fight going out of you and
you give in to whatever your master wants - doesn't matter what they want
out of you - at a certain point you just do it and stop thinking about it."

     The slave laughed as he looked at the Judean boy's nose ring and the
dildo pumping in and out of his ass.  "You know, Priapus, I became a real
slave long before they had to do what they're doing to that boy, and you
probably didn't need all that done to you either, and look at us now -
we're just like two donkeys hitched up to a wagon pulling heavy loads all
day and half the night. The only difference is that a donkey cost a lot
more than we do and probably gets fed better too. And a donkey probably
doesn't have to please his master and his mistress like we have to do even
after being worked all day long. But a slave doesn't have any choice so you
just learn to live with it the best you can - in our case, Priapus, that
means trying to avoid the whip the best we can, getting some food in our
bellies every chance we can, and getting to sleep whenever we can in that
soft straw of the stables. That's the best a slave can hope for so l
suppose we're as well as off as most wearing the collar. That slave will
learn, just like we did," Servus sighed in acceptance of his fate.

     "You're right, Servus, in just accepting what happens. I've seen
slaves in a lot worst circumstances that we are hitched up to the
cart. Ever been in a mine?"  Priapus shuddered at his memory of the event.
"A slave can have it a lot worst than the two of us ever had it. That young
owner of his doesn't know it yet, but that boy's already broken - with that
gag in his mouth he just can't let his master know," Priapus laughed.

     Claudius lashed out at the German slave again with his slave whip for
no apparent reason and the slaveboy howled from the new pain, which lead to
several additional lashes for his audacity in yelling out and he broke into
a fresh torrent of tears without breaking his stride for fear of having his
throbbing balls painfully jerked again from the leashing.

     Septimus pulled on the nose ring of the Judean to establish his
authority once again and the white hot pain permeated the slave's every
thought.

     The slave to respond to his master, but couldn't. If he could have
spoken, he would have said: "I'm yours, Master. Do with me what you will,
whatever it is. I am your property and a slave forever.  All resistance is
gone, my master!" Despite the gag in his mouth, the slave experienced his
death as a person and silently said the prayer of death taught him since
early childhood by the village rabbis: "Oh Jehovah, take this humble body
to your bosom and grant me the everlasting peace promised your people."
With that, the young man from Judea died inside and became a true
slave. The look of panic and raw terror left his eyes and was replaced with
a look of physical pain and continuing suffering, but it was now the
suffering of a chattel, not a person. All resistance to what had happened
to him, what was happening to him now, and what would happen to him in the
rest of his life was gone! God had deserted him as a person and the whims
of his new Roman masters would now determine his fate. His destiny was now
in their hands, not his nor his Hebraic God's. All that was dead now.

     The foursome left the busy streets and entered the outer walls of Sir
Claudius' estate. The two newly purchased slaves were led directly to
Claudius's private baths. Claudius's steward appeared with cool drinks for
his master and friend and eyed the new purchases with a look of
contemptuous bemusement.

     "Are they yours, Master?" the stunningly handsome Greek slave who
served as Sir.  Claudius's steward politely asked.

     "Just the blond, Maxis," Claudius answered. "The one in full harness
is the latest project of Septimus who claims he'll have that wild thing
broken in a mere matter of weeks, " Claudius added laughing.

     "Yes, master," the steward responded with a slight bow. "Where would
you like your new slave penned, Master?" the steward inquired.

     "In the lower level of slave cells - a private cage, mine you.  I
don't want those other boys all over him yet. The last new boy you placed
in the common pen was raped by all my other boys until he couldn't walk for
a week. None of that with this one, Maxis," he warned. "This one is worth
too much to throw to the dogs just yet. But first, Maxis, get him in the
baths here. I want to see him cleaned inside and out so I can see what
we've got here, and while the bath attendants are doing him, they might as
well clean your boy up too, Septimus - that is if you want to get all that
blood off him before continuing home," Claudius laughed.

     The steward rang a small gong in the bath and almost instantly two
young slaveboys appeared like magic clad only in their neck collars.

     "Cleanse the blond slave's ass thoroughly inside and out before you
bath him. A series of three enemas should cleanse him out thoroughly. After
his bath, groom his hair, put a healing lotion where he has been pierced
for a nose and ear ring and any other place on his body where the skin is
broken by the whip, like on his ass and back, or chaffed, like where his
new genital band has been placed. Then shave and oil his body, comb and
trim his hair, and deliver him to my study when you are finished," Claudius
commanded the two bath attendants. "And mind you only groom his body. No
talking. No use of his body. Not even any playing around with my new
property or you'll regret having tried it, let me assure you. The boy is to
be kept full and eager for release as part of his bondage."

     "Yes, master," the two slaves said together as they kept their heads
bowed in their master's presence although both of them sported substantial
erections as they stood there.

     "This blond boy excite you?" Claudius asked as he pointedly looked at
the slaveboys' arousal.

     "No master," they answered without looking up.

     "Don't you lie to your master," Claudius said as he reached over and
slapped the two erect penises hard which decreased their tumescence only
slightly.

     "It's not the new slave, master," one of the boys had the temerity to
answer softly. "We haven't been milked in over two weeks now, master, and
we're excited most all the time now."

     "Good. That's the way bath attendants should be - excited all the time
and eager to please in the hope their master will eventually allow them
some release," Claudius counseled.

     "I'm glad it pleases you, master," the boy responded and risked giving
his master a fleeting smile while keeping his eyes down but thrusting his
genitals out a little for better display.

     "The boys are nothing but whores," Claudius laughed as he reached out
and stroked the swollen penises thrust out for his reach, then abruptly let
loose saying, "No time for playing around with you two now. Bathe this new
slaveboy as you've been told and make it fast or you'll feel the whip
instead of luxuriating around having your pricks stroked. Maxis - whip
these two thoroughly tonight for distracting me with their wares. And
double the strokes if they don't groom this boy to my liking," Claudius
said in a menacing tone.

     "At once, Master, " the steward said as he lashed the bath attendant's
legs with the small slavewhip he always carried and they promptly leaped
into action, quickly moving the German into the bath with them.

     "Why not throw the Judean slave into the bath with him?"  Claudius
invited.

     "He'd dirty the water too much. Besides, he'll be dirty again by the
time I get him home," Septimus responded, "but thanks anyway,
Claudius. We'll be on our way - I'm anxious to get started on this boy's
training," Septimus added as he stroked the Judean's prick back into a full
erection. "But I'm not letting you off the hook - I'll be back tomorrow
afternoon to fuck your German boy - you promised me a go at him every
afternoon!"

     "Likewise, Septimus," Claudius laughed. "But I'll be over tonight to
use your Judean - I'm sure his ass is too sore to give a good fuck tonight,
but he should be able to suck all right - his throat isn't bleeding from
that penis gag yet as far as I can tell. And, Septimus, when you get him
home, have your estate manager run the boy out on the road a bit before
cleaning him up - that dildo will really fuck him hard that way."

     Septimus led his slave by his nose leash out to the road and proceeded
to walk the short distance to his own mansion. There, he instructed his
manager to run the boy for a couple of miles as Claudius had suggested
before removing all the harnesses and gags for cleansing.

     "Shave his face and body again where it needs it, apply healing
ointments where he has been pierced, is cut or scraped, lubricate his ass
and deliver him to my bedchambers shackled by his feet and with his hands
manacled behind him, but without his mouth or body harness and without any
gags or dildos. I want to talk to him and I may want to use his ass if he's
just bleeding from some small surface tears back there. You can whip him as
needed, Antonio, but restrain yourself.  I want him conscious, even perky,
when you deliver him to me."

     "Yes, master, " the Sicilian slave, now serving as Septimus's estate
manager, bowed low and led the new slave off by his nose leash.

     Within an hour, the Judean was delivered to Septimus's private
chambers sparkling clean, shaved smooth, and minus his harnesses, mouth
gag, and inserted dildo. The slave manager jerked his nose leash until he
kneeled at his master's feet and then handled the leash to his master. The
Judean was still swollen around his nostrils, his tits were still puffy and
an angry red where the rings had been installed, and his back and butt were
turning a dark maroon where the whip had reached him during the day's
ordeal. The slave was obviously trying to hide his overwhelming fatigue for
fear of yet another beating.

     "Shall I stay, Master?" the manager asked with a low bow.

     "No, Antonio, but remain outside the door if I need you," Septimus
answered.

     "Master, here's the steel-tipped whip in case you need it. A couple of
lashes with this and he'll learn his place soon enough," Antonio advised as
he handed the whip to his master while leaving.

     "I'll need to name you, Judean boy," Septimus said to the kneeling
slave. "Judea is the land you come from, so that's what we'll call you -
Judea. What your name, slaveboy?" Septimus prompted.

     "Judea, Master, " the slave answered in a humble tone.

     "Who do you belong to, Judea?" Septimus again prompted.

     "You, master, " the slave answered without hesitation.

     "And what does a slave of mine do?" Septimus teased.

     "Whatever the master desires, " the slave responded as humbly as
before.

     "Well, Judea, let me have a look at my new property," Septimus said as
ran his hands through the slave's thick black hair and then gently stroked
the smooth cheeks before prying open his mouth "A full head of teeth," he
announced as he ran his hand over Judea's teeth top and bottom. "Stand up
and bend over, boy, so I can check out your ass."

     Fearing yet another jerk on his nose leash, the slave quickly rose to
his feet, spread his legs wide apart, and bent over until his asshole and
butt cheeks were totally displayed. His hole, still responding to the huge
dildo forced in it all afternoon, gaped open despite the still swollen ass
lips surrounding it. His balls, bound tightly by the metal band soldered
around them, swung between his legs with his large circumcised prick
resting on top as if on display.

     "That big dildo is stretching you nicely, Judea," Septimus announced
as he forced three fingers up the boy's hole and twisted them around a bit
as Judea stifled a low moan of submission. "Won't be long until you'll be
comfortable with a horse fucking you," he laughed as he begin pumping his
middle finger in and out of the boy's hole as far as he could. "All that
bleeding this afternoon had me a bit worried, but that big phallus up your
ass didn't seem to really hurt you a bit, boy - just opened you up good.
Looks to me like Claudius can fuck you tonight if that's what he wants -
won't hurt you a bit. When he's through with you, we'll get that big
phallus back in you for the night and let it stretch you some more.  You'll
appreciate it when you're put to regular use, boy," Septimus said
judiciously. "What do you say, boy?" Septimus added as he jerked his finger
out of the boy's asshole and slapped him sharply across his butt checks.

     Judea looked panicked as he tried to think of something to say, but
said "Thank you, Master," in an attempt to ward off further punishment.

     "I should think so, Judea," Septimus patted the slave on his butt
gently. "It isn't every day a slave boy gets a chance to pleasure a real
Roman gentleman like the noble Claudius. You make sure he's pleased fucking
you or you'll live to regret it, believe me. But maybe you were thanking me
for having that big phallus being placed up your ass for the night, Judea?
Not too many masters are thoughtful enough to stretch a slave boy properly
before placing him in regular usage. You can't appreciate a good and
thoughtful master until you've been owned by a few who don't end up
spoiling their property like Claudius and I," he added with a tinge of
threat in his voice. "I can always sell you to a master I know who runs a
cheap brothel right here in Massilon catering to the lowest elements - old
deformed diseased hags, criminals who nobody will associate with, and even
slaves who have managed to save a copper or two and who are eager to lord
it over another - slaves, you'll find, treat other slaves worse than any
master - boys there just last a couple of months until they're so torn up
they're sold off as carrion for next to nothing - usually being sold to
become slaves of slaves. Now there's a fate you wouldn't envy.  My estate
manager says the worst fate of all is to be sold to a middle aged slave
woman who's been treated poorly by her own master."

     "Yes, master," was all Judea could risk answering as his master
lectured on, although he couldn't possibly think of anything worse than his
life as Septimus' slave today.

     "Stand up, turn around, and down on your knees, Judea," Septimus
ordered. "I'll try out your mouth before Claudius gets here." Judea sank to
his knees in front of Septimus with an air of total resignation to his fate
as he mouth opened wide. The penis gag this afternoon had not only
stretched his throat but had forcibly taught him to swallow without
gagging. He leaned forward and sucked in Septimus's limp penis as far down
his throat as possible before massaging it thoroughly with his tongue and
throat muscles. Within seconds, he felt Septimus respond and the penis
swelled within minutes to a full erection as Judea swallowed it further and
further down his throat and sucking with all his might until his cheeks
were hollowed inward. As Judea began stroking the shaft by clamping with
his lips as his head bobbed up and down, Septimus seized the slave's head
by his ears and began to face-flick the boy seriously. Judea offered no
resistance to the assault; instead he tightened his throat, suckled for all
he was worth, and blocked what was happening from his conscious thoughts as
the invading penis tore at his delicate throat membranes. As Septimus'
orgasm began building, he forced his shaft all the way down Judea's throat
until the boy's mouth was buried at the base of his shaft and he vaguely
heard the slave choke and gag for lack of any air.  Oblivious to the boy's
plight, he forced the head all the tighter to his groin and discharged
surge after surge of hot semen down the boy's throat - a surprising amount,
thought Septimus, since he had unloaded so copiously into the good-looking
Gaul slave on sale at the one dealers as well as Claudius' German that same
day.  After the fifth discharge, he looked down at the choking Judean, who
seemed to be turning blue.  As he withdrew his still swollen shaft from the
boy's mouth, the slave desperately gasped for air.

     "You'll learn to suck better than that," he laughed as Judea continued
to take in air as fast as he could and was still trying to swallow the huge
discharge of his master's cum. "Swallow it all, Judean boy," he
ordered. "That's your owner's seed in your stomach, boy. Slaves are mighty
privileged to be fed their master's own cum, especially good Roman cream,
and shouldn't waste a drop of it. Now get the last drops off my shaft, boy,
so I don't have to wash up. You need to learn to always thoroughly clean
your master or his friends when he's through using you," he counseled as he
pulled Judea's head to the commanded task.

     "Yes, master," Judea gasped as leaned forward and began cleaning his
master's shaft and balls with his tongue as ordered.

     Septimus reached down and slapped the slave roughly. "Don't you have
anything else to say, boy?" he demanded in a harsh tone.

     Judea had nothing else to say, but managed to humbly say "Thank you,
Master," since he didn't know what else to say.

     "I should think you'd be grateful for getting to pleasure your Roman
master," Septimus said irritably as Judea continued to lick him clean.
"Always thank your master for any privilege afforded you like that," he
warned, "or I'll sure Antonia, my slave manager. would be more than willing
to teach you some proper manners with that steel-tipped slave whip of his."

     Judea shuddered as he vividly remembered that whip's use on his body
just a few hours before and the unbearable pain that went with that use. A
simple 'thank you' seemed a small price to avoid the slave whip in anyone's
hands.

     As if Antonio had been listening, he knocked on the door.  "Excuse me,
master, but the esteemed Claudius has arrived."

     "Let him in, Antonio," Septimus chuckled. "The new slave is eagerly
awaiting his arrival."  Septimus rearranged his tunic over his tumescent
penis and wiped his hands off in his slave's hair.

     "Judea, on all fours with your legs spread wide and your ass up for a
good fucking. You might as well greet my friend ready for usage. Do you
need to be greased again or did Antonio do a through job?" Judea turned his
body as he placed himself in the prescribed position.

      "The manager Antonio puts lots of grease up my hole, master, after he
shaved me," Judea responded. "Thank you, master," he remembered to add
after the previous warning. Judea's hole was now nicely exposed with his
balls swinging handily below his outstretched legs if his master's friend
wanted to play with them also, The taste of his master's cum still lingered
in his mouth and he felt the wad he'd just swallowed in the pit of his
stomach.

     Claudius swept into the room leading the newly acquired German slave
by his genital leash and eyed the slave before him hungrily.

     "Can't give up the German, Claudius?" Septimus laughed. "He's even
more tantalizing now that you've cleaned him up."

     "I promised you could fuck the boy every afternoon," Claudius
responded. "But why wait?  He's ready to go again, aren't you boy?"
Claudius said as he jerked on the genital leash of the still totally naked
slave who continued to sport a huge erection..

     "Yes, master," the German slave said subserviently but with little
enthusiasm. Claudius shot the slave a hostile look and jerked sharply on
the genital leash. The German gasped from the pain, and, fearing another
jerk, quickly added "Your slave boy's ready to be fucked, Master, if that's
what Master wants. Your friend will like fucking me as well as he did
earlier today." The German struggled to placate his new owner who still
held his genital leash taut. "Even better, Master," he pleaded.

     "I'm all worn out," Septimus said. "I just fucked this boy's mouth and
he drained me dry I'm afraid. But he's all limbered up and ready to be
fucked in his other hole," Septimus laughed, "as you can see from that
asshole winking at you and those swollen balls awaiting a good squeezing."
Septimus reached down, grabbed the slave's balls and roughly massaged them
in his palm until Judea shuddered and then risked a muted moan.

     "You've done wonders with his attitude already, Septimus, considering
its just been less than a day since you bought the arrogant bastard. And he
looks great all cleaned up, shaven of that nasty looking body hair, and
without having his holes crammed full of dildos. To get him to give you
some decent oral service without a lot of trouble speaks volumes on what a
really competent master who knows what he's doing can do with a potentially
tiresome slave. Now we'll see how well his other hole is trained," Claudius
said as he handed the German's leash to Septimus, quickly removed his toga
and, without further ado, plunged his fully erect huge penis its full
length into the slave's asshole and then began pounding away. There was no
easing the slave into the task - no waiting for him to adjust to the
intrusion - no time given to find the best position for the assault.

     Judea screamed as the pain superceded anything he had yet experienced
even today and he unconsciously hunched as every muscle in his ass reacted
to the rape.

     Claudius smacked the Judean slave as hard as he could on the side of
his head. "Calm down, boy. You're only getting properly fucked - you're not
being killed yet." Laughing, he smacked the Judean again and increased the
anal pounding until Judea simply lost consciousness and remembered nothing
beyond that. Claudius didn't care too much in that he was already
discharging his load deep into the boy's rectum and, although he had been
cheated of a well-trained slave's tightening of his ass muscles around a
shaft in orgasm, the tight virginal asshole still offered a good fuck in
its natural resistance to the assault.

     "Here, German," he motioned his own slave over as he withdrew from the
Judean's ass, "clean me up."

     The German knelt down, took the slimy shaft all the way down his
throat and cleaned it with his tongue, swallowing some of this Master's
residual cum in the process. No one paid any attention to the unconscious
Judean slave.

     "Claudius, you ever use one of your slaves to fuck you for a little
novelty?" Septimus asked as he stroked the German's rampant staff.

     "Sometimes, when I'm too drained to fuck them myself. But I never let
them get any release doing it and I make sure they penetrate me until I can
get off from the anal stimulation alone. It's hard keeping them from
shooting off before I do, but a well-trained slave can do it," Claudius
said as he too looked at the German's swollen penis now dripping copious
amount of pre-cum as Septimus continued to squeeze and stroke the slave's
shaft. "Of course, I've never used this new slave for that, but if you want
to, why not? After all, this boy's the slave - you're the master - and
ordering a slave not to shoot off while they're doing the fucking instead
of you reminds them of that.  It's the master's pleasure that's important
if you're a slave," he reminded the German as he looked him in the eye."A
slave only gets pleasure with the permission of his master, and you don't
have that permission this day, German," he warned. "You want the German to
fuck you, Septimus? He's surely equipped for the task I'd say."

     "It might be fun, Claudius, since I can't even get it up after having
the Judean boy drain me dry."

     Without further ado, Septimus whipped off his tunic, lay down on his
back on the couch nearby, spread his legs up over his head, and exposed his
hole to the German slave.

     "Fuck him, slave," Claudius commanded, "but don't you shoot or I'll
have you beaten near to death. And you do a good job of it too - you heard
him said he wants to be stimulated until he shoots a good load so you get
in there good and you pump him gently but steady. I'm going to hold on to
your balls while you're fucking him so I can make sure you don't go
shooting off without my knowing it."

     The German slave positioned himself for the commanded task and gently
entered his master's friend until he felt his prick head nudge the prostate
tucked well up the rectal track.  With contact, he began massaging the tiny
internal organ with gentle thrusting into the man's rectum. As he settled
into a steady rhythm, he felt his master's hands clamp around his balls and
roughly pull them down. As his sexual arousal increased, he felt his balls
try to rise upward from his master's hold, and he soon realized he couldn't
unload as long as his master kept his balls stretched downward. It was a
trick he never knew before and, once again, he was astonished at the vastly
superior knowledge of these Roman slave owners, apparently even in this
area of human functioning. Before long, his master's friend moaned loudly
as he spewed forth a full load of cum from a totally flaccid penis - a feat
the German had thought, up to this point - impossible.  The sticky cum
sprayed all over the German's stomach and chest muscles as he continued to
hump away until ordered to stop.

     "That's enough, slave," Claudius said as he released his hold on the
German's balls and jerked him off of Septimus with a sharp lug on his
genital leash. The German's prick quivered in its tumescence but only
pre-cum dribbled out. His sexual needs felt greater than ever but it was
obvious no discharge was going to be allowed today.

     As Septimus sat back up with a relaxed smile on his face, Claudius
said, "See? The German slave didn't loose a drop of cum in the process and
he's as ready to go as ever," grabbing the slave's quivering erect penis as
proof "They're here to serve us - not the other way around," and he jerked
on the German's leash once again as if to confirm this fact. "You can train
that Judean slave to fuck you anytime you want and be ready to do it a
hundred times that same day if you want. I'll show you how slaveboys can do
this - it just a matter of knowing how to stretch their balls at the right
time!"

     The Judean being discussed had still not recovered consciousness but
he would eventually. And when he did, he'd be rested up for another day of
training in his new role as a pleasure slave.

 ******
     The crisp Autumn air was invigorating to Septimus as he made his way
to the Massilon slave market that morning. Heeling behind him with his
genital leash in place was Judea, the slave he's purchased there only a
year before - at the time all rebellious and feisty as he fought his new
role in life as a bought piece of property. A year had made a great change
in Judea's life.  Now he found it hard to remember his life before his
enslavement. He now automatically did exactly as he was told as quick as he
could do it - no matter what was asked of him. He knew any other response
would bring instant unforgettable pain and unendurable suffering. Over time
and much expert slave training, Judea had turned into an "good" slave in
his purchaser's eyes - acquiescent, totally subservient, and ever eager to
fulfill every desire of his master. Every way his body could bring pleasure
to another person had been explored and willingly given; every desire or
will or his own had become that of his master's own will or desire. His
body was even more developed and beautiful than when he had been first put
up for sale; now it approached perfection. He knew his master would make a
good profit on his upcoming sale and he realized why his master was selling
him - he had tried of his body and was looking for a new challenge.
Besides, his master was certainly entitled to make as good a profit on him
as he could possibly could - he owed that to him for his training alone,
not counting the pleasure of serving him for a whole year.

     The very dealer that had first sold him was in charge of selling him
again at the daily slave auction and his salesmanship skills, as well as
his knowledge of the slave's history, paid off handsomely. After being
displayed to several men who turned out to be casual window shoppers, the
dealer brought all his skills to bear on a wealthy middle-age Roman matron
recently widowed looking for some new amusements in her boudoir with an
exceedingly handsome, well-trained, and totally servile slaveboy who would
never "get out of hand." With the dealer's strong encouragement, she
weighed the slave's balls in the palm of her hand before stroking him to a
full erection while her 18-year-old son massaged his ringed tits until they
too were fully erect. After his mother finished fondling all parts of the
slave's body, he proceeded to check out the capacity and tightness of the
Judean's asshole before nodding approval to his mother.  Satisfied that the
slave appealed to both of them, she quickly outbid others when the Judean
slave was put up for auction. She ended up paying four times what he had
cost Septimus only a year before, but felt it was a good investment in that
the slaveboy could be used both as a pleasing and well-equipped stud for
her own amusement as well as a well-trained catamite for her son. She also
thought he would make a striking and envied display as he accompanied her
in public wearing nothing but his high collar, wide genital band, and the
eye-catching rings he had permanently attached to his ear lobes, nostril,
and both of his large brown tits. The slaveboy, both while being examined
and during the entire auction, seemed to sport a perpetual erection -
perhaps he could be trained to hold his erection when he accompanied her in
public. She knew slaves could be trained to do this in that she had
witnessed it on the streets often enough as they accompanied their masters
or mistresses while they shopped, visited, or did various errands.  Indeed,
she noticed a blond German slave at this very slave auction sporting a huge
erection as he heeled behind his master, the noble Claudius.

     Claudius attended the auction out of interest in Septimus' potential
profit as well as for his continuing fascination in events where human
livestock were carefully assessed. evaluated, assigned monetary worth, and
then had their destinies completely determined by the sound of "Sold"
ringing in their ears. After all, he had helped Septimus pick out the
slave, train him to perfection, and had frequently, almost daily, used the
slave for his own pleasure.  He was accompanied by one of his favorite
slaves, a German purchased at the same time, and now totally acclimated to
his life as Claudius's body slave. Always kept totally naked with a genital
leash attached, the German's physique was now awesome, his sexual equipment
perpetually in a state of arousal, and he made the perfect "display" slave
as Claudius called it. Claudius reached down and stroked the German's
rampant shaft who promptly thrust his pelvis out to make the manipulation
easy for his master.  The German's memory of his homeland was only an
occasional brief, but foggy, recollection now. In fact, he could barely
remember any life before his slavery.  But being Sir Claudius's 'display
slave', now that he was fully acclimated to a life of total acquiescence,
constant public nudity, and almost continual sexual usage, seemed a life to
which he was uniquely suited and, comparing the lives of other slaves he
could witness, a life of relative ease, comfort, and even pride. He had
become accustomed to being fawned over as the center of attention, to being
sexually used with great enthusiasm, and of being taken care of without a
care in the world other than keeping his body open, appealing, and
available to others at all times. He wasn't sure he could cope with the
responsibilities of freedom, self-maintenance, and making decisions.

     No, he decided he was much better off being shown off by his owner at
every opportunity and serving as his master's favorite sex object when in
the privacy of his master's estate. The Judean slave up for sale today
would find a good home what with his appealing body and good training, but
he'd have to adjust to a whole new master and his or her demands.

     By now, since their masters were best friends and they had often been
used together as their bodies provided one pleasure after another for their
owners as well as their many friends, the German knew him well enough to
know he had accepted his new life as a Roman's slave and would adjust
easily to any new demands placed upon him.  Meanwhile, the German knew
exactly what to expect - it was a life totally predictable, totally
enjoyable, and totally secure! He thrust his genitals out even further in
his happiness as a magnificent smile spread over his face.

THE END

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