Date: Sat, 13 Dec 2003 20:21:56 -0800 (PST)
From: Terence Audette <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: Slave 2

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                         Slave 2


Introducing a new slave into a household can be difficult,
especially if the slave is to have a position of prominence.
The old and wise Daro had always run my household but the
first slave to hear my words was usually Neto and over time
they had become used to these roles.  Now Bara was by my
side almost constantly and had he been less wise it could
have been disastrous but Bara was wise and naturally self-
effacing.

Instead of turning Daro and Neto into enemies, as I would
have expected, he turned them into staunch allies and it was
indeed Daro who came to me suggesting that Bara be taught to
read and write.  I agreed, of course.  My feelings for Bara
had only increased in the few months that he had been with
me and it wasn't only his body that held me enthralled.  I
found myself sitting and listening to him endlessly as his
deep blue eyes flashed and the sun seemed to cause his
flawless skin to almost glow.

As enthralled as I was by Bara's beauty I was equally
enthralled by his emerging intellect.  In a way he was like
a little boy, questions, questions, questions.

Ever since I bought Bara I had been avoiding my parents, and
since they and I both lived on the Palatine hill, this was
not always easy.  Unavoidably the time came when I could no
longer dodge a formal dinner with them and the main topic of
the conversation, or more accurately my fathers monologue,
was marriage....mine.  It was time for me to grow up, or so
my father said and it was also time to think of a sound
commercial alliance and grandchildren, also not to be
forgotten.  I, of course, put forth the argument that I
hadn't met the right girl.  They countered with the argument
that they had met the right girl.  I said my house was
really too small for a proper family life.  They said that
my wedding presents would consist of a new larger house.  We
all knew that in the end as a good Roman son I would bow to
the wishes of my father.

Standing in the garden the stars in the heavens were shining
more and more brightly as the lights of the city began going
out for the day.  I heard footsteps behind me and then Bara
was slipping a cloak over my shoulders.

"It's beginning to get cool master."  I turned and pulled
him to me and wrapped the cloak around both of us.  The
smell of braziers permeated the air.

"You can keep me warm, Bara."  It wasn't an exaggeration,
his body radiated an enormous amount of heat.

Naturally everyone in my household was aware of my father's
plans.  I had said nothing, but slaves know everything and
have ways of communicating that we know nothing of.

"Master?"

"Yes, Bara?"  I could feel his breathing quicken a bit.

"Your marriage.....how will it affect things?"  It was a
good question, one I had been thinking about a lot.

I looked up into his eyes, which were just reflecting the
little light available.  I spoke very quietly.  "It is not
going to be the way that I would wish it to be."  I leaned
my head on his chest.  "We will have to have.....what
moments we may."

"Master, I......I had a thought."  He adjusted the cloak
more tightly around us.  "Perhaps a way that we might
still...be  together."

"I don't know, Bara.  I'm not sure that it's possible."

"Master, I was thinking that if you kept this house and used
it to accommodate the clerks and scribes that you have
scattered about the city we might also use it as a type
of......of......"

"Sanctuary."  I said quietly.  Little did I know that
circumstances would delay my marriage.

                         -------------------------


Our fleet of ships is, for the most part, very typical but
within this fleet there are two vessels that are not and
they contribute a disproportionate amount of revenue.

The smallest of the two, the Hawk, is docked on the Tiber at
Rome and leaves as regularly as the stars transit the
heavens, every morning one hour before the first hour of the
day as the sky begins to turn light.  This boat, because
it's really too small and light to be called a ship, is
manned by eight rowers.  These are not the usual underfed,
overworked slaves one usually sees but rather extremely
large, well fed and comfortably housed slaves.  They are
expected to be as ready to fight as they are to row and when
they know that they and their families, yes we allow that
too, are being taken care of, they will fight very hard
indeed.  There is simply no way to get from Rome to Ostia
faster than aboard the Hawk

Once it arrives at Ostia the Hawk races to the Eagle that
rests at anchor offshore.  The Eagle is a much larger ship
that is designed to carry light cargo but more importantly
to be the fastest ship afloat.  The unique purpose of these
two vessels is to move some cargo but mostly mail of various
types and sometimes emissaries in the quickest way.  If the
Senate needs to get word to a proconsul in Greece with an
absolute minimum of delay they use these two vessels.  If
the need is to transport silver or gold to an unpaid army in
the east, the Eagle is the ship of choice.

While the existence of these ships is mostly unknown to the
general public, the most important people use them
constantly and, more importantly, pay dearly for them.  Many
times generals and senators have insisted my father tell
them the secret to the speed of these ships to which he
always replied.  "Treat your slaves better!"  Of course,
they never believed him.


After the death of Pompey's wife, Caesars daughter Julia,
the relationship between the two men began to deteriorate.
Caesar was still in Gaul while Pompey remained in Rome and
this served Caesar's enemies well by giving them uncontested
access to the Great One's ear. Everyone in Rome knew that
things had changed but only a few had first hand knowledge
of how serious the situation had become.  My father had
become privy to information of this nature when earlier in
Caesar's career Caesar had turned to Crassus for a huge loan
and wisely Crassus had spread that risk over a few others,
one of whom was my father and while this loan had been
repaid the channel of communication remained open.

Our family has for generations been merchants, we trade
wherever there is need and want and we are very good at what
we do.  The most disruptive thing to trade is war and when
Caesar's daughter Julia died my fathers antennae began to
quiver.

"It's all very well to scream for an army to be raised but
who's to pay.  And this," my father was shaking his fist
angrily, "this will be a civil war, there will be no loot.
I swear Terentius we've run out of countries to conquer so
like a mad dog we're chewing on our own leg."  We were in my
fathers library and he was pacing back and forth.  "It's the
damnable slaves.  They've turned us into a bunch of leeches
living off of others flesh.  The only thing that we actually
produce is war."

He raised his hand to his eyes for a moment and then
continued more quietly and with deep resignation.  "And so
we will go through it again."  He shook his head slowly and
then turned and pointed at me.  "Take a lesson!  Only family
matters!  And now we must be sure that we, not them," he
waved his arms indicating the rest of Rome, "are safe.
Well..it won't be the first time that I've had to do
it.....and Jupiter only knows how many times our ancestors
had to do it."

He was pacing back and forth and remained silent for several
minutes.  He stopped and looked at me.  "When you return
you'll marry Julia."  He held up his hand to stop my words.
"This family needs grandchildren.  It's your duty."  Then
waving his hand.  "I know, I know."  He smiled quickly.
"You have your friend, that slave.  I'm told that he does
you credit and Jupiter knows that I wouldn't deny you your
youth but first must come your family."

"Think man!  When your wife is with child the last thing
she'll want to see is you."  He came over to me and put his
arm around my shoulder.  "I'm told that he came up with the
idea of consolidating offices.  That's very good.  When
Julia is pregnant you'll have a great deal of time to spend
with him."

"Father, I'd like your permission to free him."  This is
something that I probably could have done without his
permission but I wanted to show him proper respect.

My father tapped his forefinger against his lips in
meditation.  "That may be a good idea.  See how he handles
himself on the trip and when you return you can do it.  Yes,
you'll have a better idea then if his feelings for you are
real."

We own many things, foundries and warehouses, ships and
mines, banks and buildings, and war, especially civil war,
can be disastrous to most of these enterprises.  Even the
foundries that will, during war, be working nonstop making
arrowheads, spearheads and swords can all suffer during war
because generals become very concerned with delivery but
very casual about payment.  And worst of all, at least from
our perspective is that fleets tend to get commandeered and
once a general has taken over one of your ships he becomes
very reluctant to give it back.

My fathers instructions to me were simple; all the factories
and foundries needed to take their production to the maximum
with the excess to be stored in our warehouses at Ostia and
at the very secret warehouses, further to the north on the
coast.  All grain carrying ships were needed to transport as
much as possible as quickly as possible and our standing
order with grain brokers were doubled and then doubled
again.

Each succeeding generation of our family has added to our
underground storage facilities well north of Rome on the
ocean.  Approached by land all that would be found is our
country villa but from the sea, and only if you know the
way, you have access to warehouses and granaries that equal
what we maintain at Ostia.  Over the generations the villa
has been assaulted and sometimes burned but the underground
tunnels have never been found and have always led my
ancestors to the freedom of the sea.  Like all of our major
facilities these warehouses are guarded by my fathers army
of fighters.

Climbing to the deck of the Eagle brought back early
memories of trips with my father, the warm breeze off of the
surface of the ocean and the salt spray always felt like old
friends.

Bara preceded me up the ladder and stood ready to help me if
I needed it.  We hadn't had a chance to discuss it but I was
quite certain that he had never been on a ship before and
behind his enthusiastic smile was perhaps a little concern,
but concerned or not he stood like a mountain and his large
strong hand steadied me as I stepped onto the deck.

Traveling by sea was nothing new to my bodyguards and they
made themselves comfortable wherever they could while the
captain began giving orders to his crew to get under way.
Once we were well clear of the harbor and of other shipping
my men would help the others set up at each end of the ship
the huge fixed balista that fired three meter long arrows in
pairs.  Pompey the Great may have officially eliminated
pirates from the seas but there were still a few ships
around that performed a good imitation of them.  I never
heard my father laugh louder than the first time he heard
that Pompey was claiming to have defeated the pirates.  He
maintained that the most important of the pirates either
worked for or were partners with Rome's most prominent
families and he was in a position to know.

Fortunately my father had struck an agreement with one of
the fiercest of these pirates and he now was the captain of
the Eagle. This in return for amnesty and a comfortable and
safe home for his family in Ostia, it was of course a given
that his family were hostages against a resumption of his
past activities.  Under his command the Eagle carried a
substantial fighting force and was more than able to deal
with any likely threat.  But of course my father continued
to pay the usual bribes to the pirates fleets and since
these brigands were the ones that we were most likely to run
afoul of on the trip to Alexandria we were relatively safe
on this leg of the voyage.  Traveling from Alexandria to
Spain we would be at much greater risk because the pirates
that peopled those waters owed allegiance to no one and
because of that we would be picking up additional fighters
for the Eagle and two additional ships to accompany us part
of the way.

Soon the orders were shouted, the anchors hauled up and then
the oars began to move in perfect unison, the ship turned
slowly to the southeast and then when free of the activity
of the harbor the great sail unfurled and the Eagle began to
pickup speed.  To be aboard the Eagle under full power was
to fly across the sea.  Standing on the deck it seemed as if
this great ship was barely touching the water but rather
flying over it.

I felt like a little boy again and stripped off my tunic and
climbed onto the rail of the ship wearing only my loincloth
and stood there hanging onto the rigging as the sea spray
and warming sun washed over me.  The captain looked and me
and laughed.  Bara hung back but looked ready to lunge for
me should my grip appear to fail.  My bodyguards had seen
this before and glanced at me and then smiled and returned
to their activities.  They knew that if I died it would cost
them their lives but there was nothing they could do about
it and they had long since stopped worrying.

I told the captain that I wanted to rest for a while and
Bara and I made our way aft to the cabin that dominated the
stern of the ship.  My bodyguards stationed themselves in
front of the closed door insuring our privacy.  Bara helped
me out of my cloak and tunic and I took off my loincloth and
slid naked under that blankets.

Bara was slightly bent over because of the cabin height and
had to brace himself by leaning back against the bulkhead as
he stripped off his clothing.  He was still smiling so
apparently the movement of the ship wasn't making him ill,
at least not yet.  I was always in awe of Bara's body.  It's
tempting to say that he looked like a Greek statue but he
was so much more than that, he was the most beautiful thing
that I owned.  Bara was the type of man whose sex doesn't
get small when it gets soft and while certainly smaller than
when hard, it was very substantial.  I loved watching his
large penis swinging back and forth when he walked and when
looking at his backside one could still see his heavy
testicles hanging between his legs.

Bara crawled to me over the bed, the smile on his face just
visible in the dim light.  So much had happened to him in
his young life that it amazed me that he could smile as much
as he did.

I reached between his legs and held his huge balls in my
right hand as he bent to kiss me and then I drew it slowly
forward along the length of his erect penis.  When I gripped
the head of Bara's penis he dropped his head to my chest.

He rolled his head on my chest for a moment and then
brushing my lips lightly with his said.  "Let me be in you,
Master.  Let me bring you pleasure.....us pleasure."

His body was so much larger than mine that he could pick me
up with one hand if he wanted to but at moments like this he
was incredibly gentle and all the more erotic because of it.
Moments later he was moving into me, his massive arms were
under my back and he cradled me, engulfed me.  I had my
first orgasm even before he was totally inside of me, so
huge was he that even the first few inches of his sex was
more than enough to send me over the brink.  I never lost my
erection though and our lovemaking had just begun.

Over and over again Bara would slowly pull his huge phallus
out of me and then move back into me and with each thrust
the speed was being ever so slightly increased.  My hands
were grasping Bara's upper arms, which were easily the size
of my thighs



The following morning we pulled into our dock at Puteoli.
Next to Ostia, and of course our massive warehouses in Rome,
the warehouses and manufacturing complex at Puteoli was our
most important possession.  It was into these facilities
that the riches of the world poured.  The raw material was
turned into finished goods by hundreds of slaves and then
the finished goods were shipped back to all part of the
world.

Across the bay at Baiae my fathers villa could just be seen
on the hills.  This wasn't by accident.  Even in Rome my
fathers home had a direct line of sight to our warehouses
and offices on the Tiber, through the use of flags
information could be transmitted quickly and often at great
profit.

Traxos, the freedman who supervised our complex at Puteoli
was standing on the dock waiting for permission to come
onboard.  Normally on a trip to Alexandria we would stop for
a day or a night at the villa but time was not our friend on
this trip and I had no intention of getting into extended
conversations on shore.

Bara was standing naked in front of me as he adjusted my
tunic and ran his hands over my hair in an effort to make me
presentable.  My lips were on the same level as his nipples
and I leaned forward and took one in my mouth.  I could feel
a shiver run through him.

"Oh, Master!"  I reached forward and gently wrapped my hand
around his expanding sex.  My fingers just barely made it
all the way around.

I said.  "You better get dressed.  Anyone else sees this
weapon and they'll all be after you."  I reached up and
putting my hand behind his bull neck pulled his head down so
that we could kiss.

As I stepped out of the cabin Marco who headed my contingent
of bodyguards came up to me.  Marco had been with my family
for a long time.  When he was young he had been a gladiator
for a short time and then a manager of gladiators.  My
father had freed him ten years ago and then finally sent him
to watch out for me.  There was no doubt in my mind that he
gave my father full reports on what I did, it wasn't
something that I resented but rather expected.  Actually we
were quite fond of each other.

There was a suggestion of a smile on his face.  "Well, Sir,
it looks like you have survived the trip so far."

"Jupiter, Marco, you must have been young at some time in
you life."

"Sir, you might be surprised at what those of us in our
forties can still do."

"I suppose that you'd better let Traxos onboard before he
wets himself."

"Very well but remember, if I raise an eyebrow come and tell
me that it's time we left."

Marco laughed.  "I won't forget."

"Very well.  Bring me the Greek."