Aronius The Galley Slave

THE GLORY THAT WAS ROME

This story has three parts: how Aroniuos is transformed into a slave, his life as a galley slave, and how he escapes and regains his freedom.

Part 1 The Soldier is transformed to a Slave

Aronius sat on a rock within his troop's encampment. He thought to himself that he had one more month to go with his military obligation. He would return to his home city and setup a business. As usual, they were to go on a patrol. His unit was stationed in the mountains bordering the Roman province. They were to prevent any stray excursions into their territory. These patrols involved a morning and days walk though the mountain paths, valleys, and sides. Rarely, did they see anyone. This day should be the same, he imagined. How wrong he was.

The squad left and eventually reached a clearing where they stopped for a rest. Suddenly, they saw spears and men in the tree areas around the clearing. The squad was surrounded. From the tree line, numerous spears appeared, slowly emerging; the Roman soldiers encircled the squad.

"Lay down your weapons", a voice bellowed.

The squad commander sensing the hopelessness of their situation ordered his squad to drop their lances. The Roman commander surveyed the squad.

"Stand in a line, hands behind your backs", he next said.

A couple of slaves emerged from the trees, carrying lengths of rope. They proceeded to tie the first captured soldiers' hands, then extended the rope until the full squad had their hands tied, linked together by the rope They were then ordered to march, heading down the mountains onto a plain. As they marched, other prisoners joined them.

They marched for day after day; the mountainous surroundings gave to flat geography.

"I wonder what will happen to us; hopefully we will be put in a prisoner of war camp, and eventually be traded for our prisoners", asked Aronius of a fellow prisoner.

Another, Petronius, nearby responded, "We will be made slaves. Feel lucky if you end up as a household servant, you will be clothed, and your tasks will be relatively light. You could end up naked, as a farm hand, working the mines, or worse yet, a galley slave".

"A galley slave?" inquired Aronious.

"Yes, you are chained naked to an oar, and are forced to row all day, and are whipped if you slack off". A chill of fear and trepidation spread through the prisoners.

After awhile, their first introduction to slavery occurred. They passed a group of men off to the side of the road loading a wagon with hay bundles. They were naked, sweaty, lean and tanned, welt marks on their backs, asses, and their sinewy muscles were glistening in the sun. Another man in a loincloth, with a whip in his hand stood nearby. One slave happened to pause and gaze at the men marching in the road. Crack! The whip laced the slave's back.

"Get back to work", yelled the man in the loin cloth. The slave let out a short yelp and returned to work. The marching prisoners looked at each other and moved onward.

At sundown, after a suitable resting place was found, the prisoners were sat down in a circle, guarded on the outer ring.

Later after the prisoners were fed, Aronius asked "did anyone see the marks on the slaves' asses?"

Petronius replied, "Yes they were branded. The Roman masters like to brand their slaves as a mark of ownership. In addition to being kept naked, this reminds the slave that he is his master's property. The Romans regard their slaves as animals."

Aronius asked `what gives them the right to make us slaves? We are members of an army and should be treated as prisoners of war."

"They see us as spoils of war, and to do fit what they want, in this case make us property, as opposed to freemen held as prisoners. They do not respect the rights we have in our own country. Once we enter theirs, they feel they are entitled to do anything they want with us. We are seen as `talking animals' and can be marked or branded and kept naked to remind us and others of our status, and can be used to provide any type of labor to them that they want. Our lives are of no consequence to them, if you die, they only think of replacing you", Petronius replied.

With that remark the group fell into silence and did not bring the topic up again, resigned to their fate.

After about a week of marching, the prisoners were brought to a camp. They knew they had arrived at a seaport, as they could smell the sea air. They were led into an empty pen; the ropes binding them were removed, and were told to sit.

After awhile an entourage of men led by a military person walked into the pen.

"Stand Up", barked the military man. The prisoners hesitantly arose.

"Strip naked", he next screamed. Some of the prisoners meekly started removing their clothing, others looked around in bewilderment. Immediately a number of the men in loincloths, whips in hand, came over and started to rip clothing off the reluctant ones.

Aronius, at first stood still, not knowing what to do, the fumbling and slowly began to remove his tunic, then his military skirt. When he had just his undergarments left, a man with a blade ripped them off. Soon all the prisoners stood naked. Another man, naked too, scrawny with stringy hair, a brand on his ass, and whip marks, walked by each prisoner collecting the removed clothes.

Detrius scurried by the new slaves, picking up their discarded garments. He occasionally would glance at a slave, viewing their cocks, balls, and tits. He could feel his cock stiffen. These slaves were unmarked, not yet branded. He moved quickly, as he feared a fresh swath of the overseer's whip. He moved across the yard, dumping the clothes in a refuse pile. He then returned to his position near the overseer, awaiting the next order. He thought back to the time when he was a free man. He was a merchant that had a shop in the market place. Unfortunately, he was mistakenly arrested in a marketplace brawl, in which he did not participate. Instead of being taken to a jail, he and the others were taken to the slave processing center, where they were stripped naked, whipped, and branded. Due to his slight stature, Detrius was not assigned to a galley or farm. Instead he was made a slave worker at the processing center itself. His first task was to carry water for the blacksmith and occasionally hold new slaves who were being branded down over the block. Also, he became a sex slave to the guards and overseers, forced to suck their cocks, and getting fucked in his ass by them. He quickly learned to obey orders, for any delay or misstep it earned him a lash of the whip. His scarred back was a witness to that. Recently, he has been an assistant to the overseer, feeding slaves, and picking up garments of newly stripped slaves. He loved the pale, fearful look on their faces, the sweaty nude bodies, and hard cocks of these new slaves, entering a whole new life not of their choosing. He could tell some were peasants, sailors, soldiers, merchants as he was and others of a wealthy, privileged background. He was thrilled when one would either involuntarily piss or ejaculate while they stood naked, scared to death. Especially gratifying was to see recalcitrant ones feel their first taste of the whip.

Snapping back to reality, Detrius saw the commandant step forward.

Looking at the new naked slaves, the commandant stated, "You are now slaves of the empire, "you are no longer in your country's army or citizen of your country. You will be marked as a slave and remain so the rest of your life. Your place and duty is to provide labor for your masters. If you do not obey, you will be whipped."

The slaves were lined up and marched to a table, some receiving the first feel of the whip They were pushed together in the line as close as possible. Aronius felt his cock up against the ass of the slave in front of him, his nipples pressing against the back. He could feel a hard cock encroaching his ass. The slaves were brought one by one to the table where they where they were inspected and marked on their backs with chalk. When it was Aronius' turn, the inspector motioned Aronius to lift up his arms and spread his legs. The inspector then opened Aronius's mouth, feeling his teeth. He then proceeded to feel his arm, leg, and chest muscles, pulling and squeezing his tits, as well as pulling his hardened cock.

"This slave will make a good oarsman", thought the inspector. "a good set of base muscles to start, lean body. The galley's overseers will like his cute ass as well, no whip marks on his body yet, but that will change."

He then took the chalk, and wrote a letter on it, and swatted Aronius on his ass, and told him to move forward.

The next place the slaves went was a chair where each had his hair cut off, as much as possible. After all the slaves were examined and had their hair clipped, they were lined up again.

They slaves were then marched to what appeared to be a blacksmith's area. The slaves were placed in a line in front of a block. In turn each was led to the block, forced to lay over it, and arms and hands held down by a blacksmith's assistant. The blacksmith then rubbed the ass of the slave with a solvent to serve as a retardant and prevent infection. A gag was stuffed in the slaves mouth to give him something to bite on. Then he took a red hot poker and quickly applied it to the right ass cheek of the slave imprinting the symbol `S" on the slave, signifying that the person was now a slave. When done, the slaves were permitted to rest while the wounds healed.

Aronius lay over the block, trembling, and his arms being held down. A rag was shoved into his mouth. He felt a hand rubbing his left ass cheek. Then he felt pain as he never had before. He bit into the rag and tried to scream. He smelled his burning flesh. He was then pulled up, pain wracking his body; he felt if his ass was on fire. He was pushed down onto a matt of straw where the other slaves were writhing, loudly crying, and moaning in agony. With tears welling in his eyes, little hair, a brand on his ass, naked, Aronius felt degraded and humiliated.

Based on the chalk number, the slaves were then grouped in separate pens. Aronius was moved into a pen with 7 other slaves, six white and one black. He sat down on the straw, his ass still burning, on the ground near the black slave and rested so as to heal his charred ass. The black slave looked at Aronius.

"My name is Artu. My father was a diplomat from the countries south of Egypt. He owned a plantation here as well. We stocked it with slaves. The slaves themselves were all white, and we used black overseers. As the owner's son, I particularly enjoyed whipping and fucking, and getting my cock sucked by the white slaves. It was bad enough for them to be slaves but to be whipped and abused by blacks was especially humiliating for them, but they had no choice. Unfortunately, due to my father's heavy gambling, he just recently lost the plantation in a wager. A few days ago, day a group of men came to the plantation. They forcibly seized mother, my sisters and myself. Our father had disappeared to who knows where. My mother and sisters were told they would be sold to a brothel where black women were especially in demand. I was stripped naked, chained, and brought here. I am used to being an aristocrat with servants tending my needs, now I am a naked slave, with a brand burnt into my ass, as well as whip welts due to my intransigence upon when I was told I was now a slave, all due to my father's debts. Because I am black, they have probably selected the worst slave job for me. It is refreshing to see white slaves will suffer the same fate as me. I have exercised and built an athletic body. I hope it suffices me for the rigors of slave labor that I can expect." Looking at Aronius, he continued, "Now white slave boy, suck my cock as it needs relief."

Aronius looked at Artu in disbelief and shock. "No way", he replied and moved away to another part of the pen where he happened to see Petronius sitting.

"You were right, we are now slaves", said Aronius.

"Unfortunately yes", replied Petronius.

Later that evening, Detrius awoke at night, and secretly made his way to the slave pens. He was looking for the one with the newly arrived black. The only thing that Detrius found pleasurable about being a slave was his ability to enjoy sex with men, an activity he could not pursue as a freeman. When he found the proper pen, he climbed in and walked around until he found the black. The black was asleep on his back, his exposed cock slightly protruding upward. He lightly shook the black's arm. Startled, the black sprung up. Detrius placed a finger over his mouth, signaling the black to be quite. Detritus then pointed his finger at the black's cock, then his, Detrius' mouth. The black smiled. Detrius then positioned himself within the black's two legs and started to lick the black's balls then the cock. When the cock was hard, Detrius lowered his mouth over the head of the cock and started a rhythmic sucking. He kept this going until he could feel the black tense and ejaculate cum into his mouth. Detrius withdrew the cock from his mouth, swallowed the cum, and the then re-licked the cock, afterwards he stood up and disappeared into the night.

The next day, a number of men in loincloths entered Aronius pen with whips in hand. Along with them were other slaves, including Detrius, carrying chains. The sitting slaves were ordered to stand up, and get in line. Chains were then attached to each slaves' ankles. Detrius smiled when he attached the chain to black slaves' ankle, he looked up and saw the cock and balls he so much enjoyed. After awhile all the slaves were chained together.

Aronius felt humiliated; chained, naked, branded, and his head was shaved; he had entered a existence he had never conceived of. With the crack of the whip, an overseer told the coffle of slaves to start marching out of the pen.

Aronius gazed at the surrounding streets and crowds as the coffle made its way. People would stare at the chained naked slaves; relieved it wasn't they who were enslaved. Occasionally, a youth would throw a rock or pebble, but the overseers with their whips kept the slaves moving and ignoring distractions.

Part II Life as a Galley Slave

The coffle finally reached the dock. Standing before them was a large sailing ship, docked rear first, with a series of oars sticking out the sides. The ship itself was two leveled, the upper deck where the cargo was stored and the lower deck here the slaves were stationed to power the ship. There were two sets of oars, twenty on each side, three slaves per oar, thus requiring 120 slaves.

Slowly, a ramp descended, opening the view to the deck of the ship. Inside the opening, standing on the deck was a group of waiting overseers, slaves themselves, naked, with whips in their hands. The coffle was directed to ascend the platform onto the deck. With the slaves standing on the deck, the chains that held the coffle together were removed. One by one, the slaves were grabbed by a overseer, naked as they were, and led down the into the hold of the ship.

When it was his turn, Aronius meekly followed the overseer, descending down a ladder to level to where he was overwhelmed by the horrific scene he saw. Rows of naked men, sitting on benches, chained to row after row of oars. The overseer then led Aronious to an oar with an empty space in the middle. The overseer pinched Aronius' nipples, yanked his cock, and slapped his ass. Pushed behind a black slave already chained, he was positioned in front of the oar. The overseer snapped the oar chains and the ankle chains on to Aronious.

Aronious stood naked, his wrists chained to the oar, his ankles chained to the flooring. He looked forward to the slave in front of him, long droopy hair, the slave brand on the ass, muscled arms, his back crossed with welts, the result of the whip. With a fully erect cock, he felt bewildered, wondering how he wound up in this situation. He gazed at the row after row of naked slaves, their ripped backs, and muscular arms. He wondered how they and he survived. Sullenly, he sat on the bench and started to cry.

After a few minutes, he looked to the right and left; observing the slaves chained to the same oar. On his left was a mammoth charcoal black man, nearly devoid of body hair, and huge muscles; his enormous cock hanging between his legs, On his right was a slave similar to most; a naked body ripped with whip marks, gaunt, matted hair, and muscular build with little body fat; muscles wrapped around protruding bones with a small listless cock

A naked brown overseer with a whip in his hand walked by on the deck "For you new slaves, I am your master now" he barked, "all you will do for the rest of your lives will be to row the oar in front of you. All you will know is the whip and pulling of an oar. You're going to shit, piss, take your food and drink, sleep when allowed, and suffer the discipline a good galley ship demands all in that one little space you're chained to right now. Put your back into each and every pull and you'll live a few years of good hard work. Slack off at any time for any reason and you're going to have your body slashed to pieces right there on that bench until you will pray to your gods you had died long before you ever set sight of this ship. Our job is to extract the last ounce of energy from your miserable body. Someday, you'll be dead from the whip and at last we'll unshackle you to throw you to the sharks and another piece of muscle will take your place".

"Also. You've jerked off the last time - all you can do now is think about it and, if you're lucky and have a damn good imagination, you might have the energy left to spew all over yourself , but that's it for any sex. But, we may use you for our pleasure; clean you up and partake of your ass.

We'll feed you plenty of dried slave biscuits because it takes a lot of calories to pull those oars 16 to 18 hours a day. And we'll water you every hour, because you're going to sweat buckets down here in this hot hole. Once a day, we'll flush all that shit and piss down the drain to keep it healthy, but the stench never goes away no matter how much we try to keep the place neat and tidy. And although we dowse your body with the hose once a day to wash away all that encrusted sweat, the snot from your nose, some dried up cum if you're lucky, and the blood from the whip, you still stink like a pig all the time. No one shaves your body here, so after a few weeks, you simply look like the animals you are. Hardly anyone comes down to this deck to see you because they can't stand the stench and sight of you. On a galley like this, you get to sleep 6 to 8 hours a day, chained right to your bench, even if the wind isn't up. Listen for the drum, it will tell you to start rowing and the pace; failure to heed it will result in the whip.

After what seemed like an eternity, the slaves were ordered to grip the oars, put them in the "up" position followed by a loud drum beat that echoed through the slave area, the sounds of the crack of the overseers whips, and screaming and grunting of the slaves filled the chamber.

Then the slaves were ordered to put the oars in the "down" position in the water and pull with all strength. At first, the slaves got the oars tangled and the lack of coordination lead to a flurry of backs being beaten black and blue with the bullwhips. Within five minutes, the shrieks of pain died down and the slaves carefully coordinated all of their movements with each other to the sound of the never ceasing drum as blood ran copiously down many a slave's back.

Most of these slaves had never ever faced such an overwhelming task that required such raw strength and endurance. Most never could imagine doing this for 16 to 18 hours, no matter how much they were beaten.

As they pulled forward, their legs had to find a place on the footholds built into the deck floor to prevent them from sliding around, their shoulder muscles popped from the strain as their biceps felt like they would burst. Every muscle in their bodies, from their feet to their necks, were strained to the breaking point. No wonder the "old hands," who the overseers said had been there three months or more, looked like obscene stacks of layered muscle that one could barely recognize as human anymore. Within an hour, some of the new slaves, already bleeding profusely from all the whip tears on their back, were begging the handlers to kill them. Still others, at the end of the day, refused to eat or drink, but the overseers, used to this simplistic tactic, simply pried their lips open and forced a funnel down their throat and power-plunged the food and water directly into their stomach. A few simply refused to pull or slumped over their oar, but this tactic was anticipated also. Those pulling that stunt were branded with hot irons directly on their balls or tits just to the point of unconsciousness until pull they did and, this time, with all the strength left in their tortured bodies.

Aronius thought he saw stars, the pain raced from his back to his extremities, the whip's crack coincided with the pain. He jumped forward, involuntarily, spewed his cum. He looked over his shoulder, seeing the overseer poised to whip him again. He screamed, and pulled the row with all his might, seeking to avoid another swath. Still it came, he screamed again, and relentlessly applied him self to the rowing motions, He now was profusely sweating, feeling the rivulets of blood streaking down his back. He kept it up for what seemed an eternity. His eyes locked on the slave in front of him, trying to keep in cadence with him. The slave's back was grotesquely laced with whip scars, as he realized his back would be soon.

With great effort, the slaves powered the ship to a smooth sailing speed, Aronius put as much effort as possible, trying to avoid a lashing. He realized once the ship was gliding, the rowing got easier due to the ship's momentum. On his oar, the black slave next to him provided most of the effort. Aronius would watch him row, his muscles in perfect tandem, and his cock would occasionally harden.

After the feeding, the black slave turned and said to Aronius, "drink and eat as much as you can, you have a better chance of surviving, my name is Hunta". Aronius grimly nodded in appreciation.

After what seemed an eternity, and a few whippings, the rowing day ended. The slaves were instructed to place the oars in the hold position. After another feeding and watering, an assistant overseer walked up to each row and spread a shower of water on the slaves and the underneath deck. This was the daily cleaning of the days grime on the slaves and waste on the deck.

"How did you get here", the black slave asked. Aronius recounted his story of his military unit being captured, marched to a slave camp, stripped, branded, and chained naked in a coffle of other slaves and brought to this boat.

Hunta told his story. "I was living in a village of about 50 people in a forest up the Egyptian river. We hunted and grew crops for sustenance. Any surplus was taken to the river and exchanged for goods with the numerous trades passing by. One late afternoon as I was cleaning some gear, I heard some awful sounding screams coming from the front of the village. As I ran to investigate, I saw a group of light skinned men with wood clubs and ropes running through the village whacking at people. Others were pushing and shoving the villagers into a group at the front of the village. I attempted to run and escape, but a rope was wrapped around me and I was dragged to the group. Soon the whole village was collected. Warriors with spears surrounded us. We were ordered to strip naked. A number of naked black men appeared and moved toward us, and started to rip our clothing from us. One by one we were led to a table where a couple of white men looked and examined us, for me they stretched my muscles, looked at my teeth, pulled by cock, and had me bend and twist. They then, using chalk, wrote a number on my back , and shoved me forward to another group with the same numbers on them. This group was the young, muscular males. We were then herded, prodded by whips, onto a barge where we were put in a pen on the deck. We were treated like we were animals. Naked, cramped together, being whipped, pissed on, and any sign of rebellion we received a severe lashing. Slaves powered the barge. Naked, one of their ankles was chained to the deck. Each slave had a pole whereby they would in unison place the pole in the water, and push it to propel the barge. An overseer, with a whip, on each side of the deck walked up and down, prodding the slaves to work and keep in step with the other slaves. Each morning, the overseers would whip the slaves to awaken them and start the travel. One morning, one slave did not respond to the wakeup. It seems he expired overnight. The overseers released his ankle from the chain, and dumped him overboard into the river. They then came to the pen and pulled out one the villagers, Artu, and dragged him over to the place where the slaves was. Artu's ankle was fit with the ankle chin, and given a pole to use. A quick snap of the whip got Artu in line; we could see the lash on his back with beads of blood. Artu was crying and looked at us forlornly.

The barge proceeded downriver for a few days. Upon reaching the port at the sea, the slaves positioned the barge to land on the riverbank. The overseers opened the pen, and led us down a plank. They lined us up, and a new set of overseers arrived, and placed chains on both our ankles and led us a distance until we reached this ship where we were chained to our oars. I have lost track of time; life is row, sleep, and row. An occasional break when the wind is up, and an occasional whipping."

For Aronius, the same came to be, time lost meaning, it was either rowing or sleeping. He quickly pulled at the oars to avoid a whipping. He noticed that after the first week he adjusted to his new life. He began to feel natural being nude. Muscles were beginning to develop in his shoulders, chest, and calves. Not only was he physically a slave but also mental. He realized he was truly a slave. The overseer had trained him and his fellow slaves to obey his commands, and he learned instinctively to follow his commands, as if his body and mind had learned how to avoid the whip. The lack of clothing removed any identity he may have had. He understood any pleasure he may have would be sexual.

One evening, Aroniuis was released from his oar. He was taken to a rear area of the hold. There, two slaves washed the dirt and grime from Aronius' body and clipped his hair and beard growth. After which scented oil was applied to his body as well as deep into his ass cavity. Then he was led up to the deck and directed into the captain's quarters.

The captain told Aronius to lay on the bed on his back. The pulled Aronius's arms up and tied his wrist to the bed posts then pulling his legs back tied his ankles similarly. Arounius lay on the bed, his ass completely exposed and protruding. His cock began to get hard. The captain took off his tunic, standing nude with a large, hard protruding cock. The captain positioned himself in front of Aronius and applied some lube looking jelly over his cock. He then slowly entered his cock into Aronius's expose asshole.

Aronius felt the cock enter his ass, breaking muscle ring of resistance. Once fully entered, the captain let the stiff cock rest. Slowly, the captain started to sway his hips back and forth. Aronius' cock stiffened. He could feel the pleasure absorbing his whole mind and body. At the captains' direction, he moved his ass in rhythm to the penetrating cock. Immense pleasure was felt as the captains' balls smacked against his lower ass. After what seemed an eternity, he sensed the captain tense and felt the captains balls ejaculate inside him. The captain withdrew his now flaccid cock. He untied Aronius and directed him to lick his cock. Aronius eagerly mouthed the flaccid and gooey cock, sucking in as much as could. Eventually, the captain told Aronius to stand. He then ordered Aronius to jerk himself off. Feverishly, Aronius pumped his cock, until he tensed and spurted reams of cum.

"Sit down on the bed", the captain told Aronius.

"What's your name slave", asked the captain.

"Aronious"

"Where are you from?"

"Illyia"

"How did you become a slave?"

"While on a patrol, my military unit was surrounded. We were marched to a camp, where I was stripped, branded, and brought to this boat."

"What is like to be a slave". The captain asked.

" I am a slave, but not of my choice. It is demeaning to be branded, kept naked, to get whipped, be forced to row all day, and live chained in a horrible situation." I do like the sex we have had; normally it would be degrading and humiliating to be raped by another male, but it is the only pleasure I get, besides sleep. The only pleasure a slave wants to get is sex, but here the chains on the oars keep us from jerking ourselves off"

"Well", replied the captain. "You had a choice when you were captured to resist and die honorably, you chose to live, and thus deserve to be made a slave. In addition to the whip, a slaves' desire to live rather than honorably die is what makes a person a slave. Your duty now is to serve your masters. Kept naked reminds you of what you are, a slave. Row hard and you can avoid the whip, and continue to live.

"Now leave", he ordered, and summoned an overseer to return Aronius to the oars.

As he walked across the deck back to the slave's hold, Aronius could feel the captain's cum slithering out his ass, down the side of his legs.

Eventually, the third slave on the oar succumbed, as was removed. For a week or so, Aroniuos and Hunta rowed by themselves. At a stop at a port, a new naked slave was brought to the hold; he was pushed past both of them and chained as all the slaves were. He looked young 19 or 20 with a smooth, well developed body, obviously a free person of means. He was crying profusely. When the ship restarted he was the first to be whipped across his back. He lurched forward, his hard cock jutting out. The second lash ripped across his back. Two welts with splashes of blood marked his back, contrasting to the unblemished white skin. The new slave, crying and sweating, grabbed the oar and rowed with all his efforts. "Just hold on", Aronius told him; "we will do most of the hard rowing". The slave, through his pained, teary eyes, looked at Aronius and smiled in gratitude.

Later, at a rest period, the new slave told his story. "I was a worker at a seaside business. One night while we were sleeping, pirates raided our camp nearby. They drove us from the buildings outside where they tied us up, and marched us to the beach. When we got to the beach, they stripped us naked and tied us together for the night. At daybreak they woke us up, and herded us on to a ship. We sat on the deck as it sailed across the sea. It too was manned and rowed by naked slaves. I didn't realize I that I was to become one.

Eventually, the three learned to row quite well together, they would occasionally let one rest while the others made up the slack. They enjoyed looking at each other's naked body, hard cocks, sinewy muscles, and glistening sweat.

Oxam, the overseer was quite proud of how he managed his slaves. He was responsible for six rows. He was the son of dark black slave and olive skinned female slave. Because he was dark skinned, he was given menial, arduous, and dirty tasks. By the time he was 18 , he had developed a lean , muscular frame. His master sold him to the ship's owner, and he was chained to an oar and started his life as a galley slave. Because of his tough background he was able to adjust to the conditions, and managed to survive. His strength made him one of the best rowers, and being used to being a slave, he complained little, and worked hard. When an overseer was lost, Oxam was told he was to be one. "Keep the slaves rowing, or you will be back with them. You are still a slave and will be naked, but here is a whip to manage the slaves. You will also have to water and feed them. If you want, you can use them for sex." Oxam, having been a galley slave, knew what would keep them rowing: First a fear of the whip, then plenty of water and food, as well as keeping them clean as possible. Oxam learnt rather quickly how to effectively use the whip. Any new slave was lashed twice to get him to understand the price of not obeying. He knew how to whip hard or lightly to prod. He also got pleasure seeing naked men in such a situation, especially the white ones who were previously free men, now naked, chained slaves. He also liked to look at the slaves' cocks and tits. During rowing periods he would walk back and forth, naked himself with a whip in his hand, checking each row, each slave to make sure they were rowing as expected. At watering and feeding times he was generous. He wanted his slaves in proper health. He also took care when hosing the slaves to make sure that they were as clean as possible. Even though the slaves were supposed to keep both hands chained on the oar, Oxam would take one chain off for a slave that made hard efforts, so the slave could jerk off and get some pleasure as a reward. Oxam would also punish recalcitrant slaves by liberal use of the whip. All his slaves had numerous welts on their backs and asses, and he could tell that he had instilled fear in them. When a slave refused to row, and did not respond to the whip, he would get a hot iron and place it across the slaves' tits or lift the slaves cock and burn his balls. This never failed to reenergize a slave. Oxfam had trained his slaves to obey, even anticipate his commands. They would respond instantly to his orders. They understood he was their master and depended upon him for food, water, sex, and whether they were whipped or not.

One morning, Oxam watched a row of slaves waiting for the days rowing to start,

Oxam was also given responsibility for the ship's rudder. The rudder in the back of the ship was used for steering. A control pole ran through the back of the ship into the slave area. The end rested on a half circle table. When the captain wanted to steer in particular direction, he would have a crewman shout the setting down. Two slaves who pushed the pole to the desired setting and laid it rest there accomplished the actual moving of the rudder. It did take considerable energy to move the pole. These slaves were veteran rowers who because of their ability to survive and their strength were selected to manage the placement of rudder. They were naked and their ankles were chained to the floor.

Esu heard the setting call, and quickly sprang to the push position on the rod, hands under lapping, rod resting on his chest, as did the other rudder slave. With great effort they picked up the rod and pushed it a few feet to the proper position where they laid it down. Sweating and breathing heavy, they waited for the inevitable correction. When it came they repeated their actions and moved the rod. Besides manning the rudder, they also assisted the overseer in distributing food and water, hosing of the slaves.

Most of the time Esu sat near the rudder watching the slaves. Because of the rowing method, he had a frontal view of the slaves. It was quite a sight, scores of naked slaves rowing in unison to propel the ship. Except for the new ones most had long shaggy hair, broad shoulders, chests, and huge biceps and calves. Except for the black slaves, the slaves had a visible patch of hair surrounding their cocks that incessantly were bouncing due to the full body movement of rowing. When a slave got whipped they jerked forward emitting a guttural scream. Their days were repetitious. The whips of the overseer awakened them. Most usually had hard cocks at this time of the day. This time was the first watering and feeding. Also, any slaves that died during the night were removed and pitched into the sea. Shortly thereafter most slaves pissed for the first time in the day. Then without warning the drum beat and the rowing for the day started accompanied by the sounds of whips striking raw flesh and resulting screams. Soon the slaves were rowing in cadence. For those erect, their hard cocks would flap up and down when they pulled the oar. Soon, as the slaves concentrated on rowing, these hard cocks would shrink to flaccid state, but would still jiggle to their rowing motions. The rest of the day was marked by rowing, watering and feeding. The overseers would walk up and down the middle plank, whip in hand, sometimes with hard cocks themselves. If they had to piss, they usually aimed at an unfortunate slave.

One slave he saw was unique. When he arrived he was completely shaved smooth, not a hair to be seen on his body. He also had rippling well-defined muscles. As he was being brought to the oar, all the overseers stared at him, cocks rising to full erections, dreaming of ramming that smooth ass. When he was first chained to the oar, he responded clumsily to the order to row. Obviously, he was a new slave, probably of aristocratic background.

The same evening this slave was unchained from his oar and brought to an open area where the set of overseers were waiting. The slave was bent over a railing with hands tied to the flooring. His legs were spread wide and ankles tied to the floor as well.

One overseer came up behind with a strap in his hand. His hand went into motion then, raising up the strap, high, and then bringing it down with a vengeance on the slaves' ass. The man screamed, and he started to buck his hips, trying to move them out of the way. The slave was hit so hard that his big sack of balls slammed forward, momentarily disappearing under him with each blow of the strap. The pain went through him, into him, radiating out of his bottom and burning its way right through his insides. He screamed again, and started to babble then, jerking in disbelief at the pain he was feeling. Finally, the whipping stopped.

Then each overseer then came up behind the mounted slave, and pumped their cocks into the slave's ass until they ejaculated. The slave writhed in agony, alternating in pleasure and pain. This was in full view of the other slaves, adding to the humiliation of the slave. Finally, each overseer was spent. The slave was released from his bonds.

As the smooth slave was led back to his oar, Esu gazed at the slave's ass, noting the cum oozing and dripping from the slave's asshole. He saw the slave brought to his oar and rechained. The slave sat down and placed his head over the oar, crying intensely with the cum dripping from his ass and positing itself on the bench.

Archon was a student at the school where wealthy families sent their sons to be educated and prepare for a life of managing an estate, government, public service as well as leisure. The school was on a cliff overlooking the sea. There were about 30 students, staff, and slaves resident at the school. Archon kept his body well fit and hairless as he was an accomplished athlete.

Archon slept in a dormitory with the other students. He usually wore a loincloth for comfort reasons. One evening, as usual he dozed off to the wind of a cool breeze. After sleeping for a while, he was suddenly awakened to the noises of shouts and screams and the cracking sound of a whip. He jumped from his bed, and saw the panic in the dorm. Naked and semi-naked were boys scurrying around. He immediately knew what the danger was ... abductors. The students had been warned about these slavers looking for fresh meat for distant slave markets, He swiftly ran out the back entrance of the dorm room. Off into the night he ran. He headed right to the fields where he though safety may be. He thought nothing of the brambles and weeds tearing his exposed skin. He could hear rustles of others attempting to escape. He kept running, suddenly without warning he was knocked to the ground; he had run into a wall of some sorts, actually a rope fence. A dark man emerged, grabbed his arms, and pulled them behind him, twisting some tight rope around his wrists, and ripped off Archon's loincloth. Another noose like rope was stretched over his head and around his neck. The dark naked man yanked the noose and pulled Archon, now nude and bound into to the darkness.

He was dragged down a path to the sandy beach on the sea. He was pushed into a gathering of other people mostly the students, staff, and, slaves who also had been captured. His legs were further tied to prevent escape. Throughout the night, many more abducted males were added to the gathering. At daylight, the group, all nude, were herded to a ship resting on a shore. They were pushed to the running plank, encouraged by the sharp sting of the whips of their captors. Archon found his chest being forced onto the naked back of the male in front of him; he felt his now hardening cock pushing against the person' ass. At the same time he felt the same, a chest pushing against his back as well as a stiff cock intruding in his ass hole. As the naked males made their way up the plank, the overseers laughed at the hard cocks, especially when one of the nude males involuntarily ejaculated their seed.

Archon reached the deck of the ship. The ship, he observed, was a wide berthed vessel with a open space laden with cargo. A bank of oars was on each side. He saw the naked backs of the rowing slaves three to an oar; chains to the oar linked their hands. They appeared to be taught, deeply tanned, muscular, with straggly hair and backs covered with what appeared to be stripes of welts.

He was abruptly grabbed by a nude man with a ugly looking whip in his hand, and he was pulled past a cargo of oil jars, and brought to an area in front of the jars. He saw the boys that had preceded him up the plank sitting down in rows with a length of chain connecting them, manacled at the ankles. He was pushed down behind one boy, and the chain was extended and an open manacle slapped closed and locked around his ankle. The naked man hit him with the butt of his whip on his back and told him not to move.

Archon looked around. To the front of him was his friend Xeon, and to the left was a boy named Ion who he did not know well Past Ion and to his right were rows of the rowing slaves. From the front they had well developed chests, growths of hair on their faces, and sullen eyes. Their cocks were in various stages of erection. Some were limp and small, other hard and firm. While waiting to embark, the black, nude overseer walked up down the rows of the abducted males, stopping to momentarily gaze at each one. A chill spread through Archon as he was looked upon. The overseer went to the next row, and Archon heard the clank of chains. The overseer had selected a boy, and dragged him to the oars. Archon recognized him as Xeon, member of his school. The naked Xeon was positioned in a row slaves behind an oar, and his wrist manacled to the oar. He was his friend who to graduate shortly, and assume management of his family estate, and to marry his fiancé. Now he was naked, chained to an oar. His smooth muscular , body , glistened in the morning sun, his pronounced muscles exposed, and his cock stood involuntarily stiff,. With the cracks of numerous whips, the galley slaves started to tug at their oars. A whip crashed on the back of Xeon, he screamed in agony, his seed spurted out , landing meaninglessly on the ass crack of the slave chained in front of him. He struggled with the oar, eventually getting himself in position to pull it properly.

Eventually, the boat made it out sea. Through the journey Archon watched hypnotically as the naked rowing slaves established a rhythm in their labors. Even Xeon was rowing in tandem with the other slaves. His biceps straining as he pulled the oar back. After a days journey the ship landed at a foreign port.

Row by row the naked boys were marched off the boat. As he walked down the loading plank, he took one last look at a sobbing, exhausted , teary eyed, Xeon leaning over his oar. From the boat the boys were walked to a fenced holding pen where they were herded into a nearby pen and told to sit down. Other naked males were present, of various ages, skin color, and nationalities. For what seemed like a long time, Archon sat, until all of a sudden, he was grabbed, and dragged into an adjacent building. Inside was a stage and a gathering. He was told to walk up on the stage.

Prodded by a whip, Archon walked up on the stage, nude and trembling. The auctioneer held up Archon's hands, fully displaying his well toned muscles, smooth body, and now hard cock, then pulling his balls downward, as to emphasize his Archon's masculinity. "How much for this one", the auctioneer yelled. The bidding was vigorous; at the end he heard the chilling words "Sold", In tears, naked, Archon realized he was now a slave, sold to someone for a price, no better than the animals he saw bought and sold back home.

Archon was the eighth slave purchased by the same buyer. Included in the group were his friends Xerchon, Lychem, as well as Zemitrus, a slave from the school. The sold slaves were loaded on a cart, told to sit on a bench, four to a side. The other four were about Archon's age except for one older one. He was as naked as the rest, had well developed muscles, and his cock was erect. The look on his face did not present the anguish as on the boys, but rather a sly grin .One of the other boys appeared to be of peasant origins, the other two looked as they came from a urban background. An overseer, dressed in a loincloth, with a whip sat at the end of the cart. The boys and the man on each side had their ankles chained in a row.

The cart rolled forward through the crowded section of the city back toward the shipping port.. Through the city, the cart caught the glances of many people who gawked at the naked slaves in the cart, glad it was not they who were in it. In the cart, Archon stared at his fellow riders, their ankles chained, open chests, all had well built pecs as well as the lolling cocks between the open legs. The older man was glancing and gazing at the other boys' cocks. Eventually, the cart reached a ship, Archon then realized that he was to become a galley slave, same as his friend Xeon.

When the ship was at a port, the slaves rested, and this is the time new slaves were added. The petrified look of a new slave was horrific. Few could imagine the hell they were to become a part of. Nude, most had erect cocks, and total fear in their eyes. Their first whipping was an event they would never forget. Evenings consisted of getting hosed and then sleeping, arms and chest over an oar. Throughout the night the clattering of chains and moans permeated the night.

Esu lamented that fact that he was a slave. He felt fortunate that he had this position though. After and extended period of rowing, being a rudder slave was preferable to be chained to an oar. Occasionally, like most of the other slaves, he would have bouts of crying, realizing the hopelessness, pain, and terror of being on this boat. To make matters worse, usually if an overseer saw a slave crying, he would lash the slave to further increase the slave's misery.

Esu left his childhood home as soon as the opportunity presented itself. He found a plot of land where he could grow some crops, which then he would sell to the ships that landed on the shore just outside of the village. The ships were primarily commercial in nature. They would land and purchase goods that could be resold later as well as supplies for their crews.

Usually, the ships captains would gather with the local merchants and tell them what they were looking to buy. One interesting commodity mentioned was slaves. Their ships were primarily powered by rowers, and supplemented by wind. The rowers had to be physically able to withstand the heavy labor necessary to pull an oar many hours a day. Due to the harsh conditions, these ships went through a large number of slaves, and thus were always looking for replacements.

This need gave rise to a brisk slave market at the port. The first slaves bought for sale to the ships were blacks from the jungles south of the port. They were brought in caged carts to the pens and sale area. The slaves emerged from the cages naked and sweaty, their muscles glistening in the sun. They were all strong looking, attributes that helped them survive their jungle upbringing, but also making them prime slave material. No one gave them a sympathetic look, as they were black and thus naturally slaves. They were seen no better than the oxen used to plow fields and draw carts. The overseers from the ships examined them as they were animals as well, looking in detail at teeth, muscles, cock, balls, arms, legs to determine their labor value, and they used whips to keep them in line or get them to go to where they wanted them.

Eventually, the slavers discovered that there were potential slaves close by. Many farms had sturdy, healthy, muscular young males that were there for the taking. Soon the cages would arrive at the pens with numerous whites in addition to the blacks.

Esu decided to take a walk to the large pond and to attempt to catch some fish. He chose to take a path he knew as a shortcut to the pond. As he was walking, he suddenly felt being yanked swiftly upward. He saw himself entangled in a thick heavy netting of rope, suspended in the air. Immediately, he knew he had to escape, as this was a trap set by the slavers. He reached for his knife, but saw it fall to the ground below. He felt terrible. He was trapped and could not claw his way out of the trap.

He hung in the trap, sweating in the hot sun, occasionally by unsuccessfully trying to escape the rope trap. Soon he heard voices and men approaching. The first he saw were black men clothed in loincloths with spears in their hands. Following them where white men in traditional garb

"What do we have here", laughed one of the white men. "Lets get him down and take a look".

While two of the black held their spears pointed underneath Esu, two others cut the ropes entangling Esu. Esu fell with a thump to the ground. Immediately he felt the cold metal of the spears jamming into his sides.

"Get up", the white man shouted.

Prodded by the spear tips, Esu got up, and his hands were swiftly tied behind his back. He was them pushed into the direction of the path, and started walking with his captors. With the spears jamming his body, and one of the blacks holding a rope extended from his bound wrists, escape seemed impossible. He also saw a mean looking whip being held by the white man.

Eventually, they reached a clearing where Esu saw a cage cart. Hands were extended outward from the bars with their hands tied. The hands were primarily black with a few white ones. Esu paled with fear. He knew now his fate. He was to become a slave. This type of cart was used by the slavers to bring new slaves to the seaside. They walked right up to the rear of the cart. Looking in, Esu saw a group of naked males, mostly black sitting down, leaning against the cage bars, with their hands ties to a cage bar behind them.

"Strip him", yelled the white man.

Two of the guards put their spears down, and came up to Esu, and with their knives cut Esu's clothing and tore it off. Esu now stood standing naked, his cock growing erect.

"Nice body, he will fetch a nice price to be a galley slave", observed the white man, "now into the cage with him".

The two guards grabbed Esu by his arms and dragged him into the cage, pulling him over legs and cocks until they found a small open spot, He was pushed down; someone from outside the cage grabbed his arms, and tied them together outside the cage. Esu felt the bottom of his feet up against the black across from him. The black stared and smiled at Esu. Then, one of the guards who stood over Esu lifted his loincloth revealing a large, beefy cock. The guard put the cock in his hand and started to piss on Esu. Esu flinched, gasping as the piss sprayed on his face and chest. When the guard was finished pissing, he started to jerk his cock, soon it became hard and extended, and suddenly the guard ejaculated his cum onto Esu.

Laughing the guard said, "white boy, you now are a slave, you will endure the degradation, humiliation, pain, whippings, nakedness, and exhausting work slaves live with. You probably thought only black were slaves. Now you are one of them".

Stunned, Esu could only look at the guard and feel a wave of fear and trepidation, with his cock very hard, jutting upward. The caged wagon then jerked and started rolling. It traversed a rod for a while, jarring the slaves within the cart as it crossed bumps and rocks on the road. Soon the cart was descending downhill. In the distance, Esu could see the port where the ships were loading and unloading. The cart stopped in a open field.

The slaves bonds were untied and were led out one by one. They were positioned in a line, one behind the next. A man in a loincloth walked by each slave in order to examine the slave's fitness. For each slave, he squeezed the bicep muscles, legs, and calves, yanked the cock, roughly twisted each tit, pulled hair, and opened the slaves mouth to look at the teeth. After examining all the slaves, he went over to the slaver and said all would be fit for his ship.

When he was being examined, Esu felt as he was an animal. His cock was already hard when it was yanked, further humiliating him.

Naked, they were then directed by other men in loincloths with whips in their hands to march down a road that led to the docks where the ship was waiting. When the coffle arrived at a ship with a ramp extended to the store, they were ordered to stop. Another slave came by and removed the neck chains. Then they were swatted with whips and told to go on the ship. As they scurried up the ramp, they were switched in the ass and on their backs to prod them up. Then they were led below the hold to begin and end their lives as galley slaves.

Part III Escape

Escape from the life of a galley slave was non-existent and highly improbable. Chained to an oar and deck, death brought the only possible departure. The only occasion where escape was possible was when the galley was in a port or if the galley was laid up for the cold season where the slaves were on shore or if he was unchained to help load or unload the cargo for the galley. If a slave did manage to escape and was caught, the punishment was horrific. This could include a severe whipping, blinding, or, execution.

On occasion a galley would flounder in a storm or in collision with hazardous shorelines. In this case the galley slaves would drown as they were chained to the oars and flooring. In a few of these cases a galley slave would manage to survive.

Aronious had survived months of rowing. He had developed a lean muscular frame, adjusting to the diet, whip, and conditions of continuously being chained naked to his oar. The only respite from the arduous rowing was sleep, camaraderie of the slaves on his oar, windy days, and when the overseers sexually used him. The latter was to provide him the escape from the horrors of the galley.

One morning, he was shocked to see Artu with a whip in his hand, approach his oar. "hey white boy", he stated looking at Aronius. "I am your new overseer. Oxfam is now the chief overseer, and I have been given his job". Cracking the whip on Aronius's ass, he continued, "Now you will give me that blow job that you refused before"."

The nights' weather was rough; the ship rolled up and down over the rough sea. Artu was horny. He felt it was time again to have one of the slaves.

He had Aronius released from his oar. Just then a large sound of rushing water and splintering wood erupted. The galley had crashed into a rock, ripping the front of the galley wide open. Aronious saw his chance. He rushed forward through the oncoming water. He struggled until he knew was free of the ship. Next thing he realized was lying on the shore. He got up and eventually met a group of fisherman who gave him food and clothing, and nursed him back to full health and invited him to stay with them to be a fisherman.

At times when he was out in the water, pulling the fish netting in, Aronius would see a galley pass by. He could faintly hear the squeaking of the wooden row, the clanking of chains, the moans of the slaves, and the cracking of the whips. Strangely, Aronius' cock stiffened.