CALLATIS' NEWEST BROTHEL: 116 AD
[It's Hard to Compete with Slaves]
by Bill Smith (anonymous4371@juno.com)
Its reputation didn't take long to establish itself. "Prime stock at a reasonable price" was the phrase used on the placards posted throughout the province and that just about summed it up. It was just another reason to take some days off in the Roman Empire's province of Macedonia (which includes the country of Romania currently) that was a rich source of grain, slaves, and minerals and where most any diversion was available if one had the money.
Actually, Callatis' residents had few slaves available or affordable until the Romans arrived. Before the Roman Armies, Macedonia had never been seriously harvested for slaves and breeding the few existing slaves had never gotten organized in those unsettled times. The Romans provided the muscle, the marketing know how, and the high degree of organization that massive enslavement of a population requires.
As a result of Roman conquest, neighboring Dalmatrie had a well organized network of slave dealers trading in huge quantities for over 130 years now, Thracia for the past two centuries, and even tiny Epirus had been exporting slaves directly to Roman markets for 100 years. But Macedonia had got into it late - just 20 years ago, the first public slave markets of any real selection opened in Callatis as they quickly spread to even the smallest towns in Macedonia. Like the other Roman provinces, the first slaves had been primarily war captives, but quickly began to include all the usual sources: impoverished parents selling off their children; the booty of clandestine entrepreneurial slave catchers roaming the countryside; kidnap victims of privateers; imports from other provinces where the trade was much more established and slaves were routinely commercially bred for the market; and, of course, buying them off of corrupt judges, magistrates, generals, and other government officials who were always interested in a quick profit and could easily legally sentence a person to slavery. Slaves were always popular throughout the Empire, but sold best in areas where cheap labor and easy sexual exploitation was always in demand.
But the newest male brothel in Callatis ( The Palace of Male Whores') was a microcosm of how the wide availability of slaves throughout the Roman Empire often made life difficult for free citizens without means who had to work for a living. For the Palace of Male Whores' was staffed by both slaves bought at market with the demands of the house in mind and good looking free men trying to support themselves by selling their services within the house specialities. The problem was universal throughout the Empire and historical wherever slavery was present, e.g., a massive influx of slaves onto Mesopotamia put the small farmer onto welfare and city workers into chronic unemployment; the Nubian slaves so popular in Egypt had put the Egyptian peasants into jeopardy, the slaves imported from the Greek colonies had often put the Greek citizen into economic hardship, and now that the city of Rome itself was composed of at least 40% slaves, the middle class there was forced out of work, unable to compete with dirt cheap labor and
speaking animals' who had no choice in what they were required to so, etc.
Now a small whore house in the Macedonian town of Callatis once again demonstrated how hard it was for a free man to compete with a slave who could be made to do any work assigned, do it longer and harder than most free men would tolerate, and do it at a price below a living wage for those who still had to pay for their own food, shelter, and, where appropriate, clothing.
The Palace of Male Whores' was about a 15 minute walk from the civic center of Callatis - far enough away to take advantage of low land costs and offer considerable privacy to its customer base. Most everyone just discretely called it the the new Palace' although that was rather grandiose. The Palace' really wasn't all that large - just eight good-sized bedrooms, a really big tavern area off the entrance with a small bath in an attached wing and a small stage off the lounge area. The decor was Greco/Roman but in a rather tasteful way, and above all the place was clean and tidy.
The place was fully staffed: each bedroom featured a separate choice of manflesh along with a single manager who doubled as the tavern keeper. Five of the eight boys were slaves, but three were free boys who chose this occupation for themselves. All eight were buck naked of course so the customer could see what they were buying and all eight had thick brass bands around their genitals so their equipment was prominently displayed. All eight also had nice muscular bodies with good definition, were exceptionally good looking, and all sported nice size pricks which they managed to keep at least semi-erect when the customers were looking them over. You could easily tell who the slaves were by their thick metal collars and the ownership brands on their butts and pectorals.
If it wasn't for those ownership marks, there was no way to tell the difference outside of the fact the free boys worked eight hour shifts and then went home; the free boys were paid 40% of the fee the manager got for their use; and the free boys technically could turn down servicing a customer and could turn down certain demanded activities but to do so ran a high risk of terminating their employment and they knew it. The slaves, of course, couldn't turn down any request by anyone and worked all the time there was a customer in the house and they weren't sleeping or eating. On the other hand, the slaves had a roof over their head, were properly fed, and got medical attention as needed - they cost plenty and were well taken care of as a result.
The free boys faced the housing, food, and health care costs on their 40% take. The
freedom' to leave when you wanted and to turn down a particularly repulsive customer cost a boy plenty. It was damn hard to make ends meet what with the cost of food and rent nowadays no matter how many you took on to service each and every night.
The slaves were subject, of course, to strict discipline and the manager wasn't adverse to using the whip at the slightest excuse to keep his property in line and devoted to their assigned duties. If that didn't instantly change behavior, some missed meals usually did. If all this didn't work (and it invariably did), the slave was simply sold off to a far worse fate like the mines or a road building crew, and replaced quickly from the holding pens at the local market. The threat of being sold off alone keep most slaves in strict obedience to their master and constantly demonstrating their willingness to do anything to keep the customers happy.
The free boys weren't whipped, but were chronically getting disciplinary cuts out of their pay for lack of a willing attitude or troublesome behavior, punishment lay-offs' of several days of unemployment for not hustling hard enough, and, of course, the threat of losing their job if they weren't totally cooperative in fulfilling the mission of the house at all times. Without employment, you faced starvation, possible enslavement for vagrancy, or, more likely, a 30-year draft into the Roman Legions with assignment to some of the worst hell holes in the known world, the volunteers into the Legion getting the better assignments.
The slave boys actually thought they were better off, all things considered, although they worried what would happen when their bodies aged and they lost their appeal. They knew the day would come when they would be sold off as draft slaves where they weren't worth any more than the labor that could be extracted from their body over the years. But, then, the free boys faced the same dilemma, except they'd have the added task of trying to find employment, none too easy when slave labor was invariably cheaper overall with the price of slaves coming down steadily as the supply rapidly increased year after year.
Octavian (all the local whores were given common Latin names which were pronounceable to their Roman customers), one of the free boys at the "Palace of Male Whores" was 29 now, old for a boy in his profession. He had no skills outside of the bedroom, no assets beyond his handsome body, he was totally illiterate having had no schooling, but was healthy and disease free at this point. He had been able to save nothing over the years, what with the high cost of food and rent, and knew unemployment was rampant in Callatis currently. The best he could hope for as he got too old to hustle was trying to get work as a slave overseer for a Roman construction firm operating in the city which was hot and exhausting, requiring constant use of your arms in whipping the last vestige of energy out of the worn out animals assigned to you, and which paid a lot less than he was currently earning as a rent boy. Another possibility would be getting hired on as a slave breaker' at the local slave market where his assigned task would be to acclimate those new to slavery to their new role in life. But that too was hard work: constant whipping took it out of you over time as did hearing all the screams as the new trainees were burnt, whacked, lashed, and fucked until finally you had a piece of flesh that would sell well on the market, now totally compliant and subservient to whoever bought them. The only scenario he saw feasible at this point was to work at the Palace as long as he could, give up the privilege of turning down even the most repulsive of customers, and doing anything, absolutely anything a customer could dream up, no matter how nauseating he once thought it was. One of his friends working at another house' in another Macedonian town admitted he was down to letting a customer's mongrel dog do him one night when no other customers wanted him. Octavian had begun thinking about all this when he noticed it was getting harder and harder to show hard when the customers wanted to look him over.
Sippio, another free boy, was only 17 and had not a worry in his head outside of resenting the competition he had from the slave boys who took any and all and had no choice but to work their balls off if they wanted to avoid the manager's ever ready whip. Right now, his youth, his dark good looks, and his thick 9" prick practically guaranteed all the work he could handle: having the locals and a few old Roman men suck him off and poking them in the butt until they screamed in delight. But Sippio found out there weren't too many brothel customers interested in being passive, outside the small number of women customers (usually twice his age) patronizing the brothel interested in a good fucking under their direction. At first, he resented deep throating the predominately male customers, but quickly learned that's what every single one of them expected for their money. Over time, he even learned to swallow their cum without a fuss. But it took a while to getting used to taking it up the ass himself. But the manager made it clear he didn't have room for a boy not willing to peddle his ass when that's what a customer wanted and so he now got on all fours with his legs spread wide or flat on his back with his legs up over his shoulders whenever the manager translated the Latin into the local dialect - "he wants to fuck you, boy," and it wasn't put as a question but a command. Within the first month at the Palace, he was totally versatile' as the manager put it. "Whores have to be versatile," the manager had told him, "or they're not worth having around." About half of Sippio's customers were Macedonians, the other half Romans stationed there. Outside of their language, Sippio couldn't see much difference. The Macedonians usually had medium brown hair and dark eyes and were typically a little taller and more muscular. The Romans were more varied, but, overall, were slightly shorter, had more prominent noses, were better fed, and tipped better. Both groups had their share of those wanting to experience the highly unusual but Romans seemed to prefer boys for their sex given a choice while Macedonians were often just getting use to this new avenue of pleasure (now that the easy accessibility of slave boys for this purpose were fully available and their Roman overlords had made it trendy). Macedonians often came out with calls to their barbarous local gods when they shot off; Romans simply said "By Jove," or "By the Gods" when they emptied their balls. Neither group were very curious about who they were fucking; where they came from; what their life goals were or how they ended up as a whore. Sippio worked a full eight hour shift, then partied around at the local taverns with his daily take before sacking out in the filthy little hole he rented getting ready for the next day at the Palace.' As far as he was concerned, he was living the good life' and saw no need to change his routine.
The third free boy had the Latin name of Longinus who could have passed for a Northern Roman with his gray eyes, blondish hair, and milky skin. A bastard child of a Callatin whore and a one-night stand with a Roman legionnaire recruited from the Germanic regions, he'd been raised in an army whorehouse run exclusively for the convenience of occupying Roman legionnaires. By the age of 10, Longinus pretty well knew what men needed and wanted enough to pay money for. By the time, he was 13, he knew that included fresh young boys like himself with a pretty face, a smooth muscular body, and an eager cooperative attitude. At 15, he looked as old as an 18-year-old and his manhood was as big as any man he ever saw. Telling the Palace' manager he was 18, he was signed on immediately and had been there for three years now (making Longinus truly18 years old). Longinus had learned lots of tricks over the years while growing up in an Army whore house and was noted now for the number of customers he could satisfy in one night before wearing down, his curiosity in trying out anything a customer could come up with, and his total willingness to take on anything or anybody as long as they paid. He'd never thought of doing anything but what he was doing - indeed, he thought those who worked in the trade shops or serving in the taverns were either too stupid to know better or were too ugly to be able to do anything else. The only problem he saw was the competition he was getting from the handsome, well hung slave boys bought up to work the houses.' He knew damn well if they got any cheaper at the marketplace, he couldn't keep charging what he currently was getting and he resented the
unfair competition' as he put it. If it got so bad he started going hungry or having to sleep on the streets, he was seriously considering selling himself into slavery and giving his sales price to his mother as a nest egg to possibly buy herself out of her current slavery if she wanted. After that, he would be someone else's problem at least as long as he could still spread his legs and smile or suckle a big prick all the way down his throat. His mother had done that when she was just 21 and she'd never missed a meal, always had a roof over her head, and even was allowed to keep the bastard child with her until he could earn his own keep as long as he was of some help around the house and didn't eat too much. But, now that she was getting old, she might want to buy herself out of slavery if she had the means and what he would currently bring on the market would certainly give her enough to do that and more.
The five slaves at the Palace' were the wave of the future as far as the house manager could see. Prices were steadily decreasing at the markets as more and more slaves became available; the variety of boys available in the slave markets was so vast now you could find most anything imaginable given a little time and patience; and limitations on slave usage was non- existent now that they weren't just playthings of the super rich and powerful and Roman law establishing them as absolute chattel property was firmly established..
When slavery wasn't well established in Macedonia as it was now under Roman occupation, the few items available were so damn expensive only high government officials, the noblemen's courts, and rich merchants could afford them. Being so expensive, any slave worth looking at became a "show object," being constantly paraded around nude in public beside their owners as a status symbol and being sexually used in public by their owners as much as a show of power as of lust. These relatively scarce slaves who happened to be well hung and handsome had quite a time of it being flaunted hard and naked in public for their status value as much as anything. Astute dealers used to sell goods like this as "a real Adonis, this one," or "he's the king's choice among those on the market this week" or "think of this boy as a gift from the gods - rare, expensive, and coveted." Such salesmanship was usually accompanied by a steady fondling of the object being sold so that the enviable sexual equipment was shown off properly.
Now, these "gift of the gods" boys were a dime a dozen and well affordable by the middle- class locals. The old and ugly were priced where even the majority of free Macedonians (the unskilled lower classes) could afford at least one piece of human refuse. These cheap slaves were useful for cleaning up after you and draining your balls even if they were pretty well over the hill and damn ugly to look at anymore. But as the town criers hawking such "value slaves" claimed, "Who needs a gift of the gods' when a plain boy does the job just as well?"
Display stands in front of the major slave dealers took to showing a heavily collared gray- haired slave in his late 50s on his knees sucking off a young man in his 20s sporting a big smile of satisfaction on his face who would state to the audience, "A slave like this only cost the equivalent of an as or two a week (a low value Roman coin) so anyone can afford to own a slave themselves. I should have bought a slave like this years ago and, just think, I can always trade him in for something better when my means increase even a little." Just at that point, the young man speaking shot his load deep down the slave's throat while the old slave swallowed it down without a hitch, smacking his lips in appreciation.
Marcus, the house manager and proprietor, reflected on his modest operation in the small town of Callatis in the huge Roman province of Macedonia, one of 28 such provinces throughout the known world. Even in his small town, there were four flourishing brothels: one exclusively stocked with female slaves; one stocked with both female and male slaves; one featuring free boys and girls exclusively, but mainly male whores; and his own with both free and slave male whores. In every Roman province in the world, there must be tens of thousands of brothels, most of them staffed with slaves and, probably, a good 40%, if not more, male. Romans, as the Greeks before them, appreciated the pleasures both genders could provide, but tended to view free females as mainly appropriate for carrying on the family lineage and slaves, both male and female, as providing the real pleasures to be had in a full sex life. Male whores had their definite advantages, however. One, they didn't lose working time to pregnancy; two, they offered a greater exercise in expressing one's own dominance and power over another human being. The downside was they weren't constantly producing new slaves in their wombs that could be eventually sold at considerable profit, but male slaves could be utilized as breeding studs at least. Marcus also reflected on all the free citizens working in brothels alongside all those slaves: most were equally attractive in that they couldn't get a job there if they weren't handsome and sexually appealing; they couldn't hold the job if they weren't sexually satisfying to the most fastidious customers; they had to be ambitious if get and hold a brothel job. But most had a lazy streak - they would rather have a chronically sore ass and aching jaws than the back aches and arm and leg muscular pains that came from more traditional lines of work. And they complained far more than a slave would ever dare about a temporarily bleeding asshole after a particularly vigorous fucking or the panic of gagging and suffocating from having an unusually large prick forced down their throat. The worst part was their reputation for being unreliable - it wasn't often you saw a free brothel boy who had stuck with it for more than a few years. With slaves, after you purchased them, they were in place and on full duty until their owner said otherwise. Was it any wonder, then, that most brothels stocked more slaves than free citizens? And that the trend was certainly headed toward 100% slave stock in the brothels? Marcus reflected that currently two- thirds of his whores were slaves and he was looking forward to the day when it was 100%. His problems would be considerably less after he raised the capital to buy three or more exceptionally appealing boys for his establishment to replace the free boys he currently employed.
The Palace's current slave properties had all been renamed appropriately (in Latin):
Devilish Delight,' Stud,' Big Prick,' Chocolate,' and I'm Yours.' Slaves were typically renamed with each new owner and house boys' usually ended up with catchy little names that customers could easily remember and which would emphasize the boy's slave status. But they were easy to identify even if you had never heard their names. The thick neck collars, the brands on their butts and well-shaped pectorals told everyone they were owned property. Most of the slaves had been fitted with other bodily accouterments as well since you didn't need their permission to install them: tit rings where the slave had nice looking nipples to draw attention to a nicely muscled set of pecs; ear rings where their face was probably their best feature; nose rings on the ruggedly masculine slave where a controlled' look might be appealing; and ankle and wrist bands to emphasize especially appealing hands and feet or where manacling might be appealing to a customer. [As stated earlier, all the house boys, slave and free, wore genital bands to insure proper display of their sexual equipment.]
Devilish Delight' had been in the house two years now. He was a very dark brown (probably from the province of Mauretania in Northern Africa), had been sold into slavery when he was 17 by a local magistrate looking for some easy money since his family had deserted him when he was arrested for stealing a local merchant's 9-year-old slave boy and then tried to sell the boy to a traveling caravan passing through. The thief was nicely muscled and heavily equipped, a gift of his African heritage perhaps. He was also quite handsome with sparkling dark eyes, beautiful long eyelashes and a body naturally devoid of body hair. His nicely shaped butt and sculptured pecs, along with his big circumcised prick had immediately received attention the minute he was put in the slave pens and his life there was nothing more than a steady series of rapes each night the minute the lights went out and the guards either went home or joined in the fun. When the time came to be auctioned off, the probable fate of any slave halfway decent looking being fucked by an owner was seen as a relief rather than a predicament. Collared and banded and on the block sparkling clean and glistening with olive oil all over his nude body, he tried his best to present himself to get the best price and a decent owner who would want to protect his new expensive property. Devilish Delight was bought by slave wholesaler who planned to sell the boy where his darkish looks would be novel and up his price. Consequently, he was shipped to far off Macedonia and ended up being sold by his owner's agent associated with a large local slave dealer in Callatis.
When Master Marcus, the Palace of Male Whores' manager, bought him and his new duties were explained along with his new name, the slave brightened. People were now going to pay to use him which meant he must be worth something, he had a manager who had paid so much for him he was sure to take pretty good care of his new property, and what was expected of him sounded easier that being constantly raped by the scum of society like in the Mauritanian holding pens as well as the slave galley bringing him here across the Great Sea. When he met the other slaves his new master owned, they looked well fed and reasonably happy although it was obvious they were kept pretty busy with all the customers the house attracted.
Master Marcus decided to fit him with heavy silver rings in both tits and a matching nose ring drilled through his septum to enhance his new name Devilish Delight.' That nose fitting hurt like hell and took a good two weeks to completely heal up, but, during that time, he was still getting used to the shiny new (but very heavy) collar and genital band he had also been fitted with at the same time. Devilish Delight had to agree, with the heavy band encasing his genitals, the slave brands on his body, and all the new body fittings, he did indeed look like a Devilish Delight' as far as a customer was concerned, especially when he was usually offered to the customer with a leash hooked to his nose ring for their convenience in leading him back from the main lobby (where they had a chance to look him over good before selecting him) to the bed in his room where they could do whatever they wanted with him. Devilish Delight had seen his first totally naked adult male slave when he was just five years old, an extraordinarily handsome lad being led around butt naked for display by the town's Roman governor and biggest land owner. At the time, it never occurred to him he would end up being a slave himself, but here he was, nose and tit rings and all - and available for anyone to fuck who had a few coins in their pocket.
Stud' was aptly named in view of the piece of meat between his legs. He was tall, blond, blue-eyed, smooth skinned and looked liked a warrior from the far lands of the North if they had gone around naked all the time. In no way did he resemble either a Macedonian or a Roman, nor should he - he was an imported slave from Germanica where young people got enslaved in mass for even the hint of resisting Roman rule. Gustav, his free name, was just 16 when his tribe made a futile resistance against Roman invasion of his ancestor's land and the Legion's slave agents rounded up his tribe, chained them together, and eventually herded them off to the huge slave markets of Rome where he was branded, broken to his new status of a speaking animal,' taught to appropriately respond to a few basic commands in Latin, and learned all about being routinely sexually used by a long series of professional slave trainers who were permanent staff in any Roman slave processing facilities. Due to the huge importation of slaves from Germanica at that time (and the low prices they were getting at auction), most slaves that year were shipped out of Roman markets to where their large size, docile manners once broken, unusual but appealing looks, and usually nicely shaped and large easily aroused sexual organs would bring much better prices. Consequently, Gustav had eventually been transported to Callatis where white blonds were selling at a premium. Body shaved, collared and genitally banded, he was chained to a sales dais along with hundreds of other animals' in Callatis' largest slave market where, for three solid days, he was stroked, pinched, rubbed, and fondled until finally bought by a man from within the city. That man was Master Marcus, the manager of the Macedonian brothel where his small stall now was his new home.
Stud,' as Master Marcus had renamed him, was a sensation when he first arrived at the brothel due to his novel blond hair and blue eyes as well as his huge manhood almost always erect nowadays due in part to the very tight fitting brass band around his genitals. His novelty hadn't worn off for the four years he had been there now although his familiarity with what his customers wanted out of his body had increased considerably. Although he still preferred sex with women (and he had plenty of women customers at the Macedonian brothel there in Cattalis, especially the Roman women patronizing the local brothel who couldn't afford some male slaves of their own), he had long ago abandoned any preferences of his own and concentrated on getting what enjoyment he could out of his customers, no matter what they wanted. Consequently, by now he actually enjoyed being fucked by some of the more attractive men buying his services, relished fresh cum as a nice change from the nourishing but cheap boring mush typically fed slaves, and, knowing he had no choice, had learned to tolerate everything else with a smile on his face and a willing attitude. Stud's ass and throat was usually sore from all the use he got, but he was able to unload his balls periodically so he couldn't complain too much. Besides, it was flattering to be so desired that men and women would pay big fees to enjoy his body. As he quickly realized when he was first up for sale in the markets of Rome itself, few other slaves had a body as attractive as his and even fewer could sport as huge a prick as swung between his legs. Stud, Master Marcus noted, had made a good adjustment to his circumstances and the Master,' as Marcus was known, had little to no trouble with the blond slave. If the truth were known, even the manager had a thing for the slaveboy, and bedded him down whenever he had a free moment. Master Marcus knew this ran the risk of spoiling' the slave, but he was willing to take that risk. After all, if the slave got lippy or forgot his place in the world, a good solid whipping invariably brought a handsome piece of property like this back to their senses.
Big Prick' was just that and it was his nicely shaped penis as much as his rugged good looks that kept the bids going up and up when he was auctioned off five years ago when he was just 17. Before that, he'd been one of seven boys being brought up by poverty-ridden parents in the remote back hills of Asia Minor. During that boyhood, he had learned to make the wine the area was noted for, got used to always being hungry, hunted for small game, and screwed the local girls who were generally pretty cooperative.
The mountains of this region were rich hunting grounds for slavers in that the prey were easy to catch, their disappearance meant one less mouth to feed for the parents who didn't really search much for their missing child, and the catch itself didn't seem to mind too much - for once they got enough to eat in that their captors took very good care of them in view of their market value. They especially liked the fact someone valued them and thought they had something to offer - mainly their bodies but so what - no one before thought they were worth much of anything. Even being stripped of their clothing wasn't hard to get used to when all the other captives were stripped to the buff also. Being stroked and fondled did take some getting used to, but, as they soon discovered, it felt pretty good - usually better than when their girl friend of the day played around with them before they were captured. When his "training" got serious, he found out real quick he was expected to suck prick and take it up the ass and, like most of the others, it took a lot of whip on his butt and several days of no food and water before he realized it was get fucked or die under the lash. But, like all the other captives, when he hurt enough and got hungry enough, he was down on his knees along with everyone else and learned to grin and bear it. After a while, though, after being "broken in," he learned it wasn't as bad as he thought. Sometimes, when being fucked, knowingly or not, they stimulated his prostate and he got off in a big way. Since they didn't allow him to get off at all on his own, it was a real relief, even if he was being fucked up his ass to get that relief. And, he discovered, cum tasted damn good when all they gave you to eat was all the slave mush you wanted (which tasted like the swill he used to feed his family's pigs.)
None of the other boys captured, like him, could read or write, and the only information they ever got was on how fortunate slaves were to find an owner who would take care of them; that slavery was now prevalent in every part of the known world so it must be right or that couldn't be; that, as they well knew, slavery had been around as long as human history so it was part of the natural order of things; that slaves had an obligation to utilize their bodies for their owner's pleasure and profit in small return for being taken care of; that their gods, whoever they might be, thought slavery was a good idea in that it was condoned and even praised over and over in all religions of the world; and that slaves liked being slaves because they didn't have to worry about food, shelter, or finding a job to support themselves - their owner took care of all those worries for them.
Big Prick,' whose parents had named him something totally unpronounceable to the Latin tongue, never did like getting fucked nearly as much as liked fucking. In that respect, he wasn't unlike many of the other boys rounded up by the slave catchers. But his trainers' told him many buyers liked a boy who sort of resented being fucked, but knew, as a slave, they didn't have any option but to cooperate. They claimed the hidden resentment at having yet another prick shoved down their throat or up their butt only added to their appeal to a surprisingly large number of buyers nowadays. And, of course, they pointed out, there was always the chance of being bought by a mistress - they sold about as many male slaves to women owners as men these days. The problem there was that female owners tended to fuck you half to death and they seldom let you have any relief - they wanted their slave studs fresh to use over and over and over and for that they forbid you to have any debilitating orgasm. So you just had to learn to control yourself to avoid the whip and it wasn't easy - especially when you were servicing' them for the sixth time that day! Toward that end, Big Prick' was trained to satisfy both men and women owners - as a newly made slave, he quickly learned that what he wanted had nothing to do with it.
Once Big Prick' graduated from his training regime, he was caged and shipped with about 60 others just like him from Asia Minor on a slave galley to the island of Delos in the Great Sea, a Roman transshipment depot for fresh stock which had a huge slave auction each and every day.
Big Prick' saw thousands and thousands of slaves being auctioned off in the first few days after he arrived and even more in the vast holding pens being groomed for upcoming auctions. He and the others shipped down with him in the galley were put in the holding pens for fattening up,' physique building exercising to get better muscle definition, and to be available for thorough examination by prospective buyers prior to their scheduled auction. Those examinations involved having his balls squeezed, weighed and handled until they were sore, his prick stroked until it was chafed to the point of being raw, his tits pinched and poked until they too were swollen and raw, and being milked so often his balls were swollen (as well as sore) as potential slave wholesalers studied how much cum he produced, how thick it was, how it tasted, and, most importantly, that the slave never flinched or objected to being handled like any stud animal.
After the slave company had bought him in a large lot with other slaves, he was again placed on a slave galley and sent to the slave markets of Alexandria where every type of slave in the world could be obtained, no matter how unusual or odd. It was in the holding pens there that
Big Prick' found out women examined slaves just as thoroughly as men, if not more so, when it came to being resold to an individual owner, and that took some getting used to when he was being sold off by the big slave wholesaling companies that had first bought them in lot batches of 100 or more bodies at once.
At first, he blushed bright red when a mistress stroked him until he shot off in her hand, or when a girl younger than he was played with his tits until they got rock hard and even bled a little in her fingers. But Big Prick' noted all the other slaves were being examined just like this and, fearing the whip or the hot irons the handlers there in the holding pens used at the slightest provocation, they all cooperated fully with never a hint of rebellion or resistance visible.
But Big Prick' did notice that many of them, like himself, at least initially blushed a lot (some were so embarrassed they even had tears spilling down their cheeks during the first examinations), but, eventually, all seemed to just accept their fate and thrust their organs out as they had been trained for being stroked, fondled, massaged, or played with the minute any potential buyers, male or female, indicated an interest in them. Those that didn't soon found themselves writhing on the ground in agony from the pain of the hot irons burning their flesh or screaming as the whips torn into their backsides. It was a lot easier and more sensible to just let the prospective buyers do what they wanted with you. Some of the smarter slaves smiled and pretended they liked nothing better than being jerked off in public and that it was an honor for a teenage girl or a spoiled boy of 14 masturbating them while their father instructed them on the finer points of thoroughly examining a slave animal.' Big Prick quickly learned in the huge Delos holding pens that most people looking the stock over viewed them as animals, no different that a horse, cow, or mule. Slaves were property bought for their work potential, owners could do anything they wanted with their property, and slaves were subject to be sold off whenever their owners tired of them or their purpose for buying the slave had disappeared. Roman slave wholesalers as well as individual slave buyers shared this perspective of the human livestock identified by the brands on their butts and the collars around their necks. That perspective was indeed shared by all within the Roman Empire.
When he had been a boy in Asia Minor, he would never have dreamed people could view other people like this, but he had been very naive in his sheltered childhood. But the Roman world (including their laws) clearly classified slaves as what they were, animals, and themselves as another species. It made it easy to handle slavery morally, physically, psychologically and economically that way. Once you no longer viewed the property in the cages as human, but as animals just like any other animal, it made it easy to talk about them as if they weren't there; it made it easy to stroke them off in public as if they had no feelings about being treated this way; it made it easy to stick your finger up their ass to test for tightness as if they were a piece of clay; it made it easy to take a huge dildo and fuck them with it right in front of everyone to see how well they had been trained to take a good fucking, and it made it easy to beat the shit out of them or shock them into a quivering mass of pain if they objected to any of this in the slightest. You beat a horse when it wouldn't pull hard enough and sent it to the rendering plant when the whip didn't work anymore - it was no different with a slave. They were your property to use as you saw fit - when they wouldn't or couldn't do it, you sent them to the sausage factories and tanneries also to salvage what you could from their body.
Once the captured young man from Asia Minor with the unpronounceable name understood that's the way he was viewed now, he too smiled as he thrust his sex organs out for yet another mauling and stifled his moans when a big leather dildo was being jammed up his rear by some young kid out for his jollies at the slave market.
After a week or so of being chained on a podium for buyer's examinations, he was put up for auction and sold at a good price. The bidding was quite competitive from among those who had milked him, played with his tits, and massaged his balls more than once during the examination period in the pens. Three women and two men ended up outbidding each other over and over. Big Prick was hoping an attractive Roman woman buyer only in her 30s would end up his new mistress, but it wasn't to be. She finally gave in when the price exceeded her pocketbook and his new owner turned out to be man in his mid-20s who was nice looking and even smiled as he hooked his leash to Big Prick's' collar to take him to the docks for another trip on a slave galley.
"Big Prick's a good name for you, slave," the new master said pleasantly has he unhooked the leash and indicated his new purchase should crawl into one of the cages in the hold of the creaking old freighter.
"Yes, master," Big Prick answered, noticing all the other cages were already filled with slaves who were young, good looking, and, if male, heavy hung. About half were female slaves, all with big tits, beautiful long hair, and voluptuous bodies, any one of which he would sell his soul to fuck right then and there.
"I see it doesn't take much to turn you on," his new master laughed, reaching through the cage and squeezing his now erect prick. "You and all these other bucks," he chuckled, pointing to the other male slaves also showing hard through the bars of their cages.
"You and some of these others are going to my brothel in Callatis in the province of Macedonia. Most of the time, it will be men customers buying the goods so you're going to get a lot of ass and mouth action, but we've got our women customers too so that big hard-on of yours is perfectly appropriate. You'll get your chance to dip your own wick once in a while, and make me some money while you're doing it. Sound good to you, slave?"
"Yes, master," Big Prick said, remembering to smile at his new owner as he'd been taught to do.
Big Prick was the last to be bought that day at the Alexandria market by this slave owner and, when his cage was locked, the stoke of the drum timing the galley slaves oars started up and he and the other slaves were on their way to their new homes. Actually, only three other male slaves and two female slaves were headed up to Callatis. The others on the galley were dropped off one by one along with other merchandise at various ports on the way to Macedonia. Three were now owned by mistresses: two male slaves and one female. The others had been purchased singly by individuals wanting a body to contract out during the day for anything needed (the biggest jobs contracting slaves by the day were road builders, manufacturing plants, and municipalities) and warming their owners' beds at night. Eventually, the five slaves headed for Callatis reached the Roman settlement and their new life began.
Chocolate' and I'm Yours' were different than the other slaves. Both were born slaves so they obviously didn't have the same slave breaking' experiences the others had been subject to, since bred slaves knew nothing other than serving others without question. Actually, both were Mauritanians originally, some of the first products of the now well established slave breeding operations initially set up in that area just 20 years ago.. Only now were some of the first products drifting into other Roman markets, like Macedonia. Both, like most products of breeding farms, were the products of selected slave sires and wenches specifically chosen to product an endless flow of slave products for contemporary markets. Both of these bred slaves were birthed 18 years ago which meant their conception had been carefully orchestrated 9 months before that.
Chocolate had a pure black sire and a mulatto mother, yielding the chocolate color leading to his name. Along with that, he had inherited a splendid physique, handsome good looks, and sizable sexual organs which were easily aroused. From birth on, he had been subjected to training which emphasized his animal status, devoted and unquestioning obedience to whoever owned him, and acceptance of the fact he was owned property and always would be.
I'm Yours' was a product from the same breeding farm but he had a slave stud from Southern Gaul and a native Arab breeding wench for his parentage. This mixture produced a swarthy looking man with considerable black body hair, a dark olive hide, blue eyes, a short and somewhat wiry physique, unusually handsome facial features, and a proportional, but average size prick that had been carefully circumcised in the Arab style at birth but was easily aroused. Like Chocolate, his slave training had started at birth and had never ceased until the day he was first auctioned off. Like all others raised on the breeding farm, he had been trained in appropriate slave behavior for almost all types of owners, how to best satisfy a mistress or master in their bed, how to display their bodies as slave properties, and how to "read" a master or mistress in what they expected of a slave without having to be told. Like most slaves from the breeding farms in the province of Mauritania, they had their vocal chords cauterized when they were in their middle childhood, had completed their sexual training by the time they were 16, and were marketed no later than 18, sooner if they were early maturers and their sexual organs were adult sized and fully functioning.
The two bred slaves had been shipped in a lot of 60 to the vast auction barns of Neopolis on the Italian mainland where the agent for the Callatis brothel manager had placed successful bids on them. When told they were bought for a brothel, they cried in happiness in that they knew most of their colleagues wouldn't be so lucky - all slaves sold in Neapolis knew the majority of animals like themselves were sold off for manufacturing plants primarily located in Southern Italy, construction work in almost all the large Roman cities, work deep underground in the gold and silver mines of Spain and Greece, or down in the gem mines scattered throughout Northern Africa and the countries south of Asia Minor. Only the truly lucky ones got purchased as whores for the brothels.
The shipment from Neapolis to Callatis for these two Mauritanian products was typical for slaves - jammed in the filthy hold of a large slave galley for the sea voyage of the trip; jammed into slave wagons pulled by teams of oxen or draft slaves (whichever were cheaper to buy) that was simply a huge two story cage on wheels- each level holding about 100 bodies crammed into it) for the land portion of the trip. The ones below in the slave wagons received the piss and shit of those caged above them; the ones above suffered the worst of the sun beating through the bars and being pressed against each other with each turn. One bred slave was in a cage wagon pulled by a team of 40 draft slaves, 10 rows of four abreast all chained together with two whipmasters making sure they pulled their hardest at all times. The other bred slave was in another cage wagon pulled by 10 oxen, 5 rows of two abreast. [Since an oxen cost as much as four draft slaves currently, the cost was about the same. The oxen lasted longer on a long pull but the slaves were somewhat faster. The oxen lived longer under a heavy whip but it cost more to feed them so the choice boiled down to whether slaves or oxen were the better buy when you happened to be purchasing them. Of course, sometimes a draft slave was attractive enough to bed down when they were unhitched. On the other hand, the sausage factors paid much more for a worn out oxen's meat than they did for a worn out slave's meat. And oxen hide brought more at the tannery than a slave's whipped scarred hide.]
It was no different for Chocolate and I'm Yours than when they had been shipped from the breeding farm in Mauritania to the sea port for shipment to Neapolis. After a time in the holding pens in Neapolis for the three day inspection period for potential buyers, they were now enroute once again to their final destination - a place called the House of Male Whores in a small Macedonian city catering primarily to the Roman Legionnaires stationed there as well as the town citizens too poor to own slaves of their own skilled in satisfying their sexual desires. When told of their duties in their new home, they were delighted it was small and intimate, their usage was carefully controlled by a house manager, and that they would be sheltered and fed well as long as they met their new owner's expectations without fail. When the transported slaves looked out at the draft slaves whipped in place hitched to their cage wagon, they praised their gods they were being sold as whores in a common brothel.
Once there, the five slaves were placed with the three free men whose role was no different that the owned properties. The free boys had to feed themselves, had to provide their own shelter outside of working hours, and had to pay for their own medical help when needed. Since they left the brothel during their off hours, they also had to provide clothing during those times. The free boys got to keep 40% of the fee charged to use them; the slaves got nothing, of course, since their sales cost had to be written off over their useful life.
It didn't take long for the house manager Marcus to discover it was far cheaper to stock the place with slaves as well as more convenient. First off, despite their original costs, with the slaves you kept the full fee paid by the customers. Secondly, it didn't cost much to feed the slaves if you limited them to the healthy and very economical slave mush. They slept in their own cribs so housing didn't amount to much extra cost. Clothing costs were nil, of course, and medical costs were mainly limited to treating diseases now and then - not too great a cost with good preventative measures and cheap herbal remedies. Figuring a fine looking and appealing slave costs quite a bit and probably depreciated over a 10-year period to practically zero in this line of work, it was still cheaper to buy a slave and use him up than take on the free whores willing to work at a 40% cut.
For one thing, you didn't have the problem of them turning down a customer - slaves simply didn't have that option. Second, slaves could be worked around the clock - they weren't there for an mere eight-hour shift and then leave. Third, slaves knew they were expected to perform all acts requested, whereas free boys sometimes refused to do certain things and that created real problems with demanding customers who felt "you paid your money, you got what you wanted." Fourth, slaves weren't running around on "off-hours" drinking, carousing, fucking on their own, etc., like the free boys were wont to do. Slaves were kept in their cribs around the clock and were only let out for the mandatory exercise periods that kept them in great shape, unlike most free boys who tended to let themselves slowly drift out of shape (and appeal). Fifth, slaves couldn't just quit or disappear. Free boys tended to be unreliable in this respect. The minute they found a better job situation or a "sweet daddy" to take them on or a girl friend they liked, they were gone and you ended up having to recruit yet another boy to take their place.
Most brothels soon learned slaves made far better whores than freeboys for all these reasons and, over time, discovered they cost less over a 10-year period no matter how much they cost to start with, all things considered. Besides, when their youthful looks deserted them (despite all the exercising and good diets), you could still sell them off as draft slaves for a good 50% return on your original investment.
The end result: free boys simply couldn't compete in the open marketplace and free boys with a big prick, a pretty face, and a handsome body soon found it was hard to get a job in any brothel where they had a chance of supporting themselves. Within a decade, it was obvious brothels would be staffed completely with slaves, especially if the price of slaves held steady, let alone decline as was the trend with the breeding of slaves becoming more and more established throughout the Empire.
This was certainly the case in the Palace of Male Whores located in little known Callatis, Macedonia. The freeboys Octavian, Sippio, and Longines didn't last all that long.
Octavian was too fussy about who he would let bed him down - he turned down so many customers, Marcus fired him within three months. He then got a job picking up garbage for the city, but lost that job when the city switched to slave labor exclusively. When he tried to get back on at the brothel with a much more liberal agenda of who he would take on and what they could do with his body, Master Marcus laughed at him and threw him out. He died of lung fever at 30 due to exposure, malnutrition, and filthy living conditions.
Sippio was a little smarter. He seldom turned down anyone wanting to rent his body and would do most anything anyone could come up with in the use of his body. But he was smart enough to realize that his 40% take couldn't begin to cover the cost of feeding and housing himself, let alone seeking out appropriate medical care when needed. After extending his hours at the brothel to 16 hours a day on duty to increase his income, he still was having financial troubles. He came to the conclusion he would be better off as a slave and sold himself cheap to Master Marcus, the brothel manager, giving the money his body brought to his younger brother who was in dire circumstances himself. After he sold himself into slavery, his life was little different except he was now getting much better food, actually ended up with a little more free time, and fitted in better with the other boys working at the brothel. It was better where someone else was responsible for taking care of their property - mainly him.
Longines was a little brighter than the other two free boys and he suspected from the very beginning trying to compete with slaves for the available work was well nigh hopeless. Once he saw how well Master Marcus took care of the property he owned - obviously trying to extend their life as appealing whores as long as possible before selling them off for their labor potential - he went to a local slave dealer on his off hours and investigated what might happen if he became a slave himself. When the dealer explained he would probably bring the highest price if he were sold in a market within the city of Rome itself, Pedro signed himself over to the dealer with the promise he would be shipped to Rome where staffing brothels brought top prices. Longines promised the dealer a 10% commission on his sale price if he sold in Rome and the other 90% would go to his mother. A contract was set up, signed and notarized, and soon Longines was on a ship to a slave market in the largest city in the world, the very hub of the Roman Empire. There, he sold within three days at one of the highest prices of that day's auction. The dealer was happy with his cut and his mother was overjoyed at her son's success in the world. It was truly a win-win situation for everyone. Longines loved the Roman whorehouse he ended up at - they catered to foreign merchants and tradesmen (mostly Roman freedmen) and he enjoyed being sexually used by those of every color complexion and varied ethnic groups who loved his blond hair and gray eyes along with his big prick and handsome face. As freed slaves themselves, they fully understood the obligations of a slave to satisfy them fully and took advantage of those obligations while, at the same time, understanding his desires to better himself in this world within his very limited circumstances.
So two of the three free boys ended up as slaves anyway. The one that didn't died a rotten death and, obviously, would have fared much better as a slave. Meanwhile, the now all-slave staff at the Calllatis whorehouse were reasonable happy, were well taken care of, and were proud of their satisfied customers. Even when they got too old for the bed, they were still of value in the labor market and would be assured of food, shelter, and a master or mistress that valued them.
THE END
[The author would like to know if anyone actually reads these stories. Please let me know with your comments. Thanks! Bill Smith (anonymous4371@juno.com)]