Going to the Market

Going to the Market

GOING TO THE MARKET

A fantasy by Ivor Sukwell

Slavery is wrong, more than an infringement of human rights; it is a complete negation of them. However, I suspect that many, even most of you, have thought about what it would have been like living when and where slavery was the accepted norm, somewhen and where it was the norm for men to own boys and use them as men have always enjoyed using boys.
Or, perhaps, you have wondered what it would have been like to be a slave boy, owned for the sole and single purpose of providing pleasure for the man who owned you; either way, you have that fantasy, and there is nothing wrong with fantasies, as long as they remain just fantasies.

Please don't forget also, that Nifty provides us all with fantasies, and those fantasies, like slaves, need coin to make them available.

"Market day, Marcus; I thought to take a stroll to the docks, watch the cargo unloaded, and then take an idle seat at Lupus' wine stall and observe what is for sale. I wonder, would you care to accompany me?"

"Have you a mind to make a purchase, Brutus?" forty-one year old Marcus enquired of his friend.

"I always have a mind to make a purchase," Brutus smiled indulgently. The two men had been close friends since their schooldays and knew each other's habits and likings. "You know I have the collector's habit, if something takes my fancy I find myself compelled to own it."

"A habit that is not without some expense."

"But one I am able to afford, and would you have me deny myself the pleasure of acquiring something new for the sake of a few gold coins?"

"Not so, Brutus. I know you would be melancholy for days should you see something you thought delightful and restrain from purchasing it, and melancholy does not become you well."

"It does not, Marcus. I am a true hedonist, one that lives for pleasure alone."

"And I commend you for it," Marcus smiled, "And will accompany you most willingly and share your pleasure."

"We shall take the litter," Brutus declared, "It is hot and the streets will be full of rabble, and my disposition is such that I would not have the day spoiled. We shall travel in comfort and amuse ourselves when we arrive,"

Marcus made no objection to such transport; to travel in Brutus' litter was a pleasure in itself. The seat was soft and well-cushioned and a canvas roof provided good protection from the sun. The slaves that bore it were well-trained and proceeded with a smooth pace, and, not for the first time, Marcus wondered at the skill with which eight men moved as one, eight being needed, double the usual number as there were two men to carry.

A good part of the pleasure in travelling in Brutus' litter was the view that it afforded. He maintained four teams of litter bearers, two white ones and two black ones, though at times he mixed them so his litter was borne by two white and two black, all superb physical specimens around mid-twenty in years.

For today, Brutus had opted for mixing his teams; he needed eight bearers so he chose one white and one black team, white on the front left and on the right rear. Marcus reclined at ease in the soft cushions, admiring the view of the straining shoulders, thighs and arses ahead of him.

Black arse he noted not for the first time, was different from white arse. It was rounder, firmer and rode higher on the body, white arse had more melon shape than ball and drooped a little, though both black and white tensed and flexed delightfully as the slaves bore their burden through the streets. Nor was it true, Marcus mused, to name the white arse as white; Brutus kept his slaves always naked, and what may once have been white was now a most pleasing honey gold.

The view to the rear was equally pleasing to the eye of a traveller, firm chests and solid thighs and, of course, the amusing sight of swinging cocks as the slaves moved. And from the front the slave mark of Brutus could be distinguished on the left hips, an erect phallus inked in crimson red.

"I recall the day you chose that mark," Marcus smiled, "The discussion we had as to how you would brand your slaves."

They had been just seventeen when Brutus inherited his father's fortune and stated his intention of purchasing slaves for his pleasure.

Brutus also smiled at the memory. "I'd just fucked you as I remember, and complained that you were growing too old to be a pleasure for my cock."

"I never should have been a pleasure for your cock, and were it not that your cock was a delight to my arse too great to resist, I never would have been."

"We were ten, as I recall," Brutus smiled indulgently, "And you more than somewhat eager for your arse to take patrician cock."

"You said our friendship would cease if I did not let you fuck me," Marcus corrected.

"I wanted your arse," Brutus shrugged, "It was a way to get it."

"You could have taken a slave boy," Marcus made pretence of a pout.

"You know well my dear father would not allow me near any. He permitted our friendship only because he believed that, as a son of a citizen, you were beyond the reach of my cock."

"Was any boy ever beyond that reach?" Marcus grinned.

"Too many," Brutus sighed, recalling his deprived youth. "But, as well you know, your cock it was that gave me the idea of my slave mark. All my slaves," I remember telling you, "Shall bear your cock upon their hip. What greater sign of friendship could there be?"

"And you declared that you would not brand your slaves, but mark them with needle and ink upon the hip, and as all would ever be naked, all the city should know of my delightful cock."

"And as I fucked them I should be reminded of the boy who was my first fuck," Brutus sighed, "And now, perhaps, the market may have something new that is in need of that mark."

"Have you not enough already to satisfy your needs?"

"My needs, yes, dear Marcus, but not my appetite. At the dock we may observe the unloading and sorting. I have already sent to Lupus to claim the best viewing couch he has, so we may take our leisure at the dock and see all there is to see."

The unloading of the first of three galleys had just begun, the cargo shuffling down a plank to the quay where it was sorted by a market official and assessed for tax by Customs.

The cargo was being sorted into five groups. Men, women, nursing mothers and small children, girls and boys were all subject to different rates of import duty, adult women being the lowest taxed, boys the highest, boys being in the greatest demand and thus fetching the highest prices when they were sold.

"I always enjoy watching the unloading," Brutus remarked as they watched the sorting, "Observe the looks on their faces as they realise that they really are slaves now."

"They've been slaves since they were taken from wherever they were taken from," Marcus replied, "They haven't been thinking they were on a holiday cruise."

"No, you miss the point, Marcus. Up until this very moment they have held in their minds the possibility of some sort of release, but now, as they're sorted and prepared for sale, the last drop of hope of freedom drains away. Pay particular attention to the boys, if you will."

"I always pay as much attention to boys as anyone," Marcus grinned.

"Of course, Marcus. Like the rest of us you are observing their form and faces, wondering if they will look better or worse when their rags have been removed and they have been cleaned up for sale. No, look in their eyes, observe the language of their bodies. All will have no mistaking in their minds why they will be bought, what their duties will be. See how some will cringe and shudder at that understanding, how some will make themselves accept it, and a few, a very few, will make determination to provide good service. Those are the ones to pay attention to, observe more closely when they are put up for sale."

"The older perhaps," Marcus commented after observing closely the sorted boys before they were led away to the pens where they would be prepared for sale, "But the younger all seem to be in the same state, no understanding of the uses they will be put to."

"They will learn that soon enough," Brutus shrugged. "With the youngest you should concentrate on form and face alone, what will it develop to and how much pleasure you may take from it."

"Is that not the purpose of them all? That they should provide pleasure?"

"OF course," Brutus snorted, "But with the older, the ones perhaps of ten and more, that understanding is already present. When you make purchase of something of less years, you may train it to provide the pleasures you most enjoy."

"A whip will train any to provide the pleasures you enjoy," Marcus shrugged.

"Indeed it will, but a boy who has a liking to be fucked will fuck better than a boy who fucks through fear of the whip," Brutus pointed out, "So in the purchase of an older slave, look for the ones who have no fear of being fucked."

"And this you can determine by looking at them?"

"You may, Marcus, indeed you may. Come, a game. Select three that seem to you to be worthy of your cock, and I will do the same. Should we select any that we agree on, I will buy them."

"And if there are none?"

"Then none will I buy," Brutus grinned, "Even though that may be that I make no purchase of a boy who I would have bought if it were not for this game."

"Then none will you buy," Marcus said, "Well you know we look for different things in boys."

"I know your liking for cock, and that liking served me well when we were boys, as my cock served you well also."

The exchange was friendly, no animosity; Brutus was in full knowledge of his old friend's predilection for having boycock in his arse, and though that was an unusual desire as far as the majority way of thinking went, it in no way disturbed Brutus - if his friend found pleasure in being fucked by boys, why should he not get fucked by boys?

"But today, as my old friend, I beg you look not only at cock, but consider well the slave that owns the cock you desire. I wish you to delight in the entire boy and not just in his cock."

"I cannot afford an entire boy, only from time to time a cock," Marcus shrugged, though his words were without rancour or envy. He owned only a few slaves, and none of them boys; he had just enough adult males to maintain his modest dwelling and made use of brothels and baths when his need for cock became in need of satisfaction.

"The time may come, old friend, and when it does I would have you choose wisely," Brutus grasped his friend's arm. "For now observe the cargoes as they are unloaded, see which items give you desire to view them on the saleroom block, and discover if any you have such a desire to see meet the imaginations you first have of them. And, when all have been unloaded, we will to Lupus' and recline at our ease and view those items at our leisure."

Lupus' Wine Stall was a popular establishment, and not simply on market days. It was popular because of the quality of the wine and the nature of the service.

It may have begun life as a mere wine stall, but now that was a misnomer, Lupus' being a favourite amongst the more wealthy for its food, its wine and, very importantly, for the service.

The city arranged the selling of slaves with the same efficiency as it arranged everything else; slaves were sorted into five groups and a separate market established for the selling of each group. This was partly for the sake of efficiency, partly because the efficient disposal of slaves meant that crowds did not clutter up the market area for too long a time, and partly because it disposed of unnecessary scenes when families were dispersed, the children sold separately from parents. Sorting and the removal of the young from the old was done when the cargo was unloaded, so there were no crying and wailing former mothers around to disrupt the sales of what had formerly been their children.

The original and far-sighted Lupus had recognised the commercial viability of establishing a wine stall, with a raised viewing platform, overlooking on one side the Market where boys were sold, and on the other where girls were up for sale.

That simple structure was now a luxurious establishment, complete with couches from which the rich could view the objects being auctioned. Should a potential purchaser have an interest in both sexes, he could simply cross the now large platform and inspect from one side girls and boys from the other.

That alone would have guaranteed that Lupus made money, and combined with the good food and wine he sold it mde him a considerable sum, but the real appeal of his establishment was in the slaves he used to wait upon his customers.

On the boy side the slaves were pubescent boys, and on the other side, girls of a similar age. All were clothed alike, in the briefest of kilts only, and no bar was made to any customer reaching a hand under those tiny kilts while his wine was poured. Should that hand remain in contact with slave flesh for more than a short time, Lupus simply added a surcharge to the bill.

As may be expected, Brutus had booked his couch on the boy side, female flesh of any age having no appeal to him whatsoever.

The slave who waited on the two friends was probably some thirteen years of age and Brutus idly reached his hand beneath the boy's kilt, teasing him to an erection.

"This maybe of interest to you," he commented to Marcus once he had got the slave boy hard, "You have a partiality for cock of this age, I know."

Marcus did indeed like his cock to be some thirteen or fourteen, and had no hesitation in inspecting the slave's possessions with his hand.

"We can hire one for you to play with while we watch the auctions," Brutus offered, but Marcus, never one to take advantage of his friend's wealth and generosity, said that he did not wish to be distracted from concentrating on their game.

The crowd was beginning to gather as the hour for auction drew close. Markets always attracted crowds, most there only to gaze upon the flesh for sale, the price of it being too high for ordinary citizens, though much of it they would encounter later in bath house or brothel.

The serious purchasers, the men who ran the brothels and the baths, plus some of the wealthy who had a fancy to increase their stables, were at the front where they were able to inspect the goods at close range. Brutus declined to join that sweat soaked throng; if an item took his interest he would have Lupus send a slave and have it brought up to him where he could inspect it from the comfort of his couch.

Before the auction itself began, the items for sale were paraded before the crowd for initial viewing. Those whose business it was to buy boy slaves, and some private buyers like Brutus, had watched the stock being unloaded, forming an initial concept of which maybe worth bidding for and which not, and they used the parade to confirm their thoughts or change their minds, as the items, now being naked, had their essential assets on display.

A second reason for putting the items on display was that it was not simply the new cargo that was up for sale. Citizens also used the market to dispense with unwanted stock; usually, since they were used goods, they were snapped up by the brothels, but now and again a private buyer may see something he fancied and didn't care if it was previously owned and used.

Many years before, the City Fathers had decreed that items below the age of six were not suitable for individual sale, but were sold together with their mothers. This was not for any reason of pretended public decency or morals, it was of no concern to anyone if a slave of younger years than six was fucked or not, and was probably the result of the City Fathers of the time being of a majority opinion that arse or cunt younger than six had no appeal to them, but what ever the original thinking had been, it was now enshrined in law.

The result was that there was a steady, if not large, supply of newly determined as being old enough to be sold, already enslaved items for auction, the mothers having been bought for whatever reasons a man may have for buying a woman, and the unwanted child slave sold at the first convenient opportunity.

Both boys and girls were divided into two categories for auction, those aged between six and nine, and those between ten and fifteen. Naturally, as a general rule, new slaves had no idea of their real age, the Customs Officials judged the import duty payable on apparent age, size being the usual method of deciding. Thus an item could be older or younger than advertised, but that was deemed to be of no consequence, apparent age being far more important than actual age.

Naturally, as Marcus had no interest in slave boy arse but only in slave cock, the parade of young flesh held little of his attention, but he was struck by one seeming anomaly.

"That one," he pointed out a boy to Brutus, "Is surely more than nine."

The item he pointed at was, indeed, almost a head taller than anything else on show, and between its legs there was clearly a man-finger length, far more than anything else to be seen.

"Indeed it is not," a voice said from behind their couch, "It is some two months past its ninth birthday, you have my words as provenance."

"Greetings, Publius," Brutus turned and smiled a greeting at the voice, "Is that one of yours?"

"Indeed it is, Brutus, and in more ways than one. You may say I was present at its conception."

"Then its provenance is confirmed," Brutus shrugged, "A cup of wine, Publius?"

"Indeed such would be welcome," Publius agreed and turned to Marcus. "Does the item hold an interest for you?" he enquired, "I had thought to sell it to a brothel, but decided to see if it had any value at auction, and would not be averse to withdrawing it for private sale if a price may be agreed."

"But why sell, Publius?" Brutus asked, "It has a pleasant body enough, surely?"

"It has," Publius shrugged, "And one I confess that has given me some amusement, but, Brutus, I now do find myself more inclined towards its younger sister and have determined, for awhile at least, to concentrate my interests in the direction of that and some similar, and will dispose of the temptation that item presents to my determination."

"I never knew you to be of such a stoic disposition," Brutus grinned.

"Nor I," Publius agreed, "And indeed I may not be so, but also that grows somewhat old now for my taste," he nodded in the direction of the paraded and displayed slaves, "So it was soon to be disposed of anyway."

"Well, we will think on it," Brutus said, "Though if I buy it will be in auction, so you will receive the going rate for it."

"You were ever known to be a fair man, Brutus," Publius said, "Well, I will take my leave of you and view from the other side. I wish you well."

"And to you the same," Brutus replied as Publius left.

He returned his attention to the slave in question, a plan forming in his mind. True, the item was somewhat young, though in body it was well-formed and its cock well-formed also, more so that any other on display.

"It is pleasantly equipped, is it not?" he said lightly to his friend.

"Indeed, for one of that age it may be deemed almost exceptional," Marcus agreed, "And will doubtless grow more pleasant still in the years to come."

"A shame it should be wasted in a brothel," Brutus mused, "Though sure it will bring some profit there."

"It is like it will," Marcus agreed. Though it was of insufficient years to be of real interest the boy did, for some reason, raise some small thoughts of desire in his mind, and he gazed long at its nakedness, a gaze not unobserved by his wealthy friend.

The sale then commenced, the bidding brisk and, as always in a sale, the best is saved till last.

Brutus had, before the auction began, called Lupus to him and whispered in his ear, and now took little seeming interest in the proceedings below.

Publius's slave was the last to be sold, for though it clearly would have little interest for private purchasers, the slave brand being clear upon its left ankle and, as one voice from the assembled crowd called, `Being from Publius it will have an arse as wide as the Western Gate', such was of no concern to those who owned brothels and a boy such as that would be in some considerable demand.

In demand also, it appeared, from another source, for one, clearly a slave itself, made bid for it, holding aloft the token of Lupus to signify the validity of his bids. That Lupus would have a wish to acquire it was of no great surprise, the boy had already equipment enough to serve wine, and of form and face sufficient to not displease a customer.

Eventually the auction ended and with what had been the property of Publius now owned by Lupus for little short of a hundred gold coins, a greater sum by some way than Publius may have hoped for.

The moment for which the two friends had been waiting now arrived; with all the younger items sold, the older group were paraded naked for inspection.

As with the younger stock, there was no certainty of age, but physical development, genital growth and pubic hair provided sufficient indicators.

Marcus and Brutus both had selected three items when the cargo had been unloaded, though these were not disclosed, and now they were presented with those items cleaned and naked so they could decide if their choices had been correct.

One that Marcus had though suitable when unloaded, now proved not so, its cock being small and not in keeping with the body that possessed it.

This he confessed to his friend who simply smiled and said that such made no difference to him, it being arse that concerned him and not cock.

Of the others, one that Brutus had selected had no appeal for Marcus. It had grown no hair yet and its cock was insignificant, though Marcus did admit that he saw its appeal for his friend, the item having a most pert and round arse.

The remaining both had chosen; by the growth of their pubic hair all appeared to be some thirteen or fourteen, the ages Brutus most liked to fuck and Marcus to be fucked by, and as there were but five seeming of such an age, that they should make a similar choice was not to be unexpected.

"Now must we choose which is first," Brutus said, "And this we cannot do without closer inspection." He called for Lupus to send a slave and have the two items brought to them so they could be viewed and inspected from close up.

Both were tied with hands behind their backs so no interruption of the view of their fronts could be made, and both, indeed had fronts worth the viewing of.

"Remember, Marcus," Brutus emphasised, "Look not just at their bodies and their cocks, but also in their eyes and in the way they present themselves. It may be that the largest cock does not belong to the most suitable boy."

Marcus took his time in looking, cock of such an age held great interest for him and he imagined both risen hard and pushed into his arse. They may have been of an age, or perhaps a year apart, but both were slender items with enticing long legs and little hair yet grown.

One had a cock slightly larger than the other, though Marcus heeded his friend's instruction and looked elsewhere than just at cock.

Both had clear understanding that they were to be sold so their bodies may be used, and, after some considerable deliberation, Marcus believed he was able to detect some small difference in the depth of their understanding.

Though both were clearly in some fear, one did seem to stand in a different way from the other, with one foot placed slightly ahead and a knee bent some which served to display his naked body in a manner that seemed to indicate he had an awareness that his body was of some appeal and interest.

The other stood with feet together and with eyes downcast, unlike the former who lifted his eyes to Marcus and seemed to be declaring that he knew Marcus had some appetite for his flesh and that he may find that appetite to be satisfied were he to make purchase of him.

It maybe, Marcus thought, that the uses to be made of his body were familiar to him already, and that before he was taken from his barbarian village he had become acquainted with the use that all civilised men make of boys.

Brutus instructed that both items be made to bend and display that place where cock is inserted, and a look of some small surprise crossed his face when he made that inspection.

"Would you wish to have them hard before you choose?" Brutus asked, an offer that Marcus found, with some difficulty, he declined.

"Were I to be buying," he said slowly, thinking on his words with care, "I would do so without taking note of that. Both have cocks that would please me greatly, and were I able to make a purchase, I do believe I would delay hardness until the time that such hardness should be used."

"Marcus, you delight me," Brutus enthused, "A thought worthy of a man who takes true delight in boys."

"Boys are a delight," Marcus smiled, "Though, regrettably a delight I savour somewhat less than you."

"Come," Brutus said, "This is no time for melancholy. Which of these two would you have?"

"This one," said Marcus with no hesitation, indicating the slave that stood with one foot again before the other. "Though, Brutus, I do have some small belief that it has been used before. It seems to me to have an understanding of its purpose and to have no dislike of the use that is to be made of it."

"So I thought also," Brutus agreed, "But I assure you that it has an arse as yet unentered."

"That you could tell from your inspection?"

"Indeed so. By the colour and by the tightness of the hole. That item remains unfucked."

"For little longer, I think," Marcus grinned.

"In truth, there is little doubt that the burden of virginity is not one it will have to bear for long. Your choice agrees with mine and I will make purchase of it. But what of the other?" Brutus asked.

"It has a pleasant form and its cock, though a little smaller, holds great promise. I believe, that were I a man of wealth, I would obtain both."

"And yet you would berate me from adding to my stable," Brutus grinned.

"From envy alone," Marcus grinned back, "And not for some foolish reason that you waste your fortune on slave flesh for pleasure."

"Not alone for pleasure," Brutus corrected, "All my slaves were once items of delight for my cock, and now I find other uses for them on my estate."

Marcus could not dispute the truth of that; the eight magnificent specimens that had carried him here in his friend's litter had all, when younger, been pleasure flesh for Brutus' bed, as had all his other slaves, whether they laboured now on his estate or in his villa, all had begun their slave lives impaled on Brutus' cock.

"It is a wonder, is it not," Brutus considered, "A matter perhaps for philosophers to debate, that we should both have desire for the same flesh, though our uses for that flesh differ somewhat? I would make use of the arse and you the cock, so why should that be?"

"Perhaps," Marcus gave some thought, "It is that we made our choice not from cock or arse alone?"

"What other reason could there be?" Brutus pretended ignorance.

"That their forms are pleasing to the eye?" Marcus ventured.

"But one other had a pleasing form, yet that you rejected."

"Because it had a cock most insignificant," Marcus admitted.

"So, were your taste for arse and not for cock, you would have desired it?"

"Not so," Marcus shook his head in denial, "Even had I the same taste as you, still would I not have wanted it, I think. The cock was in no proportion to the body, and so the form entire was not pleasing to the eye."

"And these please the eye?"

"Most assuredly, Brutus, be you have a wish to make use of either cock or arse matters nothing; they are most pleasant to look upon."

"Indeed they are," Brutus agreed," And worth the purchase price if they were used for decoration alone."

"Were you to buy them I think they would not be used for that alone," Marcus grinned.

"I doubt not another use will be found for them," Brutus smiled in agreement, "And, as our game was that if we both made choice of the same flesh then I would purchase that flesh, another use must be found for them."

The two slaves were returned to the block for auction and Brutus gave instruction to Lupus that he should send a slave to bid for them, he having no desire to leave the comfort of his couch and join the throng below.

"Is there a limit to your bid, sir?" Lupus enquired.

"That will be reached when all others have ceased to bid," Brutus shrugged, "I have some desire to obtain that flesh and that is my limit."

The flesh in question was the subject of some attention, though the keepers of brothels and owners of baths dropped out soon enough as the bids rose higher. Pretty boys are in great demand and their prices high, a fact demonstrated by a delighted Publius who came again to the couch where Brutus and Marcus were watching the auction of the boy slaves to announce that for the gold he had obtained for the sale of his boy he had acquired two girls.

"Two delightful creatures," he beamed, "And both, I swear, not a day beyond seven years. Their cunts will be most wondrously tight."

"I wish you joy of them." Brutus smiled, "Though I have no understanding why you should have preference for cunt over arse, how ever tight it be."

"Should I discover I have made mistake," Publius laughed, "I merely need to enter from the back and not the front."

"Ever were you a practical man," Brutus grinned, "I wish hardness to your cock."

"And I to yours," Publius returned the salutation and took his leave.

Below, the slave of Lupus made the final bid and Brutus obtained the flesh he desired, his outlay for that day at the market costing him near five hundred gold coins, though to him that was a sum of no significance.

"I thank you for your company," Brutus said as they journeyed home, the three naked purchases beside the litter, attached to it by rope from their necks, "It has been a most pleasing day."

"And pleasure more to come for you, I trust," Marcus said, referring to the naked boy slaves who walked beside their litter.

"Oh, indeed there will," Brutus agreed, "Though first I must have them cleaned properly and marked. True it is the older two have but little hair, yet I do find that any such is detraction from their decorative delight. Think you not so, Marcus?"

"I have the opinion that when so little is there it may add something to desire in that it shows that the cock will be productive," Marcus mused, "Though I agree the absence of it is more pleasing to the eye. In items of this age, it does, perhaps, give a greater sense of size to the cock."

"And you have much liking for cock," Brutus grinned.

"Indeed I do," Marcus agreed, "And well you know not for my arse alone, but for my hands and mouth also."

"A liking I had much profit from in our younger days, old friend. Never will I forget the favours that you gave me. Will you to my villa this night for dinner?"

"If these new slaves be the table decoration, how should I refuse?"

The litter that Brutus sent for his friend was carried, much to the satisfaction of Marcus, by a black team. The sun had not yet set and the black flesh of the bearers gleamed most delightfully in the westering sun, sleek as it was with both oil and sweat.

That all were ten years or more beyond the age of giving pleasure did not affect the pleasantness of viewing; taut arses and swinging cocks of slaves in the prime of manhood a sight few men would turn their eyes from.

It was a testament to the training Brutus gave his slaves that he saw no need for any to accompany them, though, in truth, their nakedness and the ink marked crimson phallus on their hips was ample evidence of their slavery and made any attempt of escape a futile desire.

At Brutus' villa Marcus was greeted by a slave just too old to be an object of prime desire but sufficiently young to be of interest, perhaps sixteen or seventeen years of age, though the smoothness of its body made that more difficult to judge. It did, though, possess a cock that attracted Marcus' eyes, a soft, limp plumpness promising some considerable harder delight.

Marcus had clothed himself in a simple tunic, it being late spring and the weather of comfortable warmness, and though that tunic was of a modest length, almost to his knees, it was the only clothing he wore so the nature of the effect that the sight of that naked youth had upon his cock was clear to see.

"Surely you have not grown so degenerate as to have desire for that?" Brutus laughed in greeting when he observed the outward thrusting of his friend's tunic, "It must be all of seventeen years. Come, let us to my garden and partake of a wine or two. We will dine within the hour when all is prepared."

Brutus also wore a tunic, one of a shorter length than Marcus and of a pale lemon in colour and of the finest cotton, though beneath that there was no sign of any excitement.

The garden was a pure delight, olive and Cyprus trees carefully arranged and colourful flowers everywhere; a garden that needed many hours of labour to keep in its perfect splendour. Hours of labour is what it was receiving now, a dozen young youths working amongst the flowers and bushes, watched over by a mature man, a man, Marcus correctly judged to be a few years younger than he and Brutus.

All were slaves and therefore all were naked; Brutus, as Marcus knew, had only slaves on his estate, all once bought as boys to fuck and, when their days of desirability were passed, trained to other duties.

"I have a little to beg pardon from you," Brutus said as they took couches to recline on, "As it is but just we two, I have taken the liberty of using this as a training exercise, and so the slaves who will serve us are all quite new to their duties and I trust you will forgive me for any blunders they may make."

"I'm sure there will be no complaints," Marcus smiled, admiring the youthful flesh that moved amongst the flowers and bushes, "And your garden is a most delightful sight."

"Too kind," Brutus deprecated.

"Your gardener is a most skilful slave, I perceive," Marcus commented.

"Levictus," Brutus called to the mature slave, "My friend commends your labours. Would you care to demonstrate for him your skill in ploughing and seeding?"

A large smile crossed the face of the gardener, "My Lord," he said, "If you think he would wish to see that, I would be most pleased to demonstrate."

"Then select the ground you would cultivate," Brutus said, "And straight to work on it."

The gardener called to a youth, one Marcus thought to be of some fifteen years, and bid it come to him and follow him to a place some ten feet distant from where the two friends reclined.

There the youth placed itself on hands and knees, the gardener kneeling behind it, cock already upright, and, after preparing the ground he would plough with some moisture from his mouth, entered the youth most smoothly and ploughed him with skilful thrusts.

That the gardener was indeed an expert with his plough was evident as after some reasonable time at work, the youth ejected his seed, his cock untouched, and in so doing brought also the gardener to his climax so he seeded in the furrow he had ploughed.

"A most pleasing sight indeed," Marcus observed, his own cock now solid stiff beneath his tunic, "And one deserving of some reward."

"I believe you are over-generous," Brutus shrugged, "But as you are my guest, I must respect your wishes." He bid the two slaves stand and make closer approach, and this they did, seed still dripping from their spent cocks. "My thanks for the demonstration," Brutus said to them, "And as reward choose what you will for your beds tonight."

"A pleasant enough reward," Marcus commented, "But are they deprived of company at nights that they should seem so content at their reward?"

"They fuck as they will," Brutus explained, "But I have given them leave to choose from all my stock, and doubtless they will tonight sink their cocks in the youngest arses they can find."

"Then the one you bought at market today will be the cause of some dispute between them," Marcus smiled, "It will, I'm sure, be the youngest that you have."

"Those purchases do not bear my mark," Brutus dismissed Marcus' comment, "And so are not for them to fuck."

As every man knows, the presentation of food is part of the delight in consuming it, and Brutus had excelled in presenting the evening meal in a manner he was certain his old friend would find most amenable.

In the patio where he had decided they should eat, two couches waited, arranged so that the friends could converse with ease, and before those couches, and close by them, three low tables bearing the meal they would indulge in.

The food had been arranged with care for how it looked, a mixture of fruits and leaves, cold meats and cheeses, but no matter how skilfully that repast had been presented, it was the platters that it was arranged on that attracted the most attention.

Instead of dishes of painted pottery, glass or silver, Brutus had chosen to have his meal displayed on the bodies of the three slaves purchased that day at market.

On each low table lay a naked slave, though the completeness of their nudity was hidden somewhat by the food piled on them. Groins were concealed by mounds of green leaves, cheeses had been shaped with care to lie perfectly over young nipples, and slender boy thighs were covered with cold meats. Sauces, cunningly created to assume the shape of cocks, were placed on young, flat stomachs, fruits decorated faces and, on the small shoulders of each, and beside narrow waists were placed melons, peeled and carved so they could be nothing other than arses waiting to be plundered, an intricately shaped cherry displaying the point of entry. An erotic display designed to entice appetite in any man who took delight in boys.

Were this not sufficient to bring even the most dissipated of men to some degree of arousal, more naked slave boys stood, their cocks erect, two beside each couch.

"Forgive this whimsical fancy," Brutus said, "I was of a mind to present you with a supper you may enjoy."

"And in that you have surpassed yourself," Marcus affirmed as he viewed the display, uncertain which attracted his attention more, the tables or the cocks of the boys who were to wait on them.

"I would beg further indulgence from you," Brutus said casually, "Reach not for food yourself, I plead, but permit these slaves to serve you. They will do so in a manner that I hope will give you some pleasure."

That they did so could be in no way denied. Each item of food was carefully taken from the flesh of the platter on which it was displayed, placed with exquisite care upon the hard cock of the serving slave, and conveyed thus to the mouth of the diner, and when wine was required, that was dispensed in the most degenerate way conceivable. A waiting slave would take some in his mouth and transfer it from there to the mouth of Marcus or of Brutus, who was thus obliged to use his tongue in the mouth of a slave whilst he partook of wine.

Were this insufficient to raise any man's cock to throbbing hardness, an entertainment was provided also, and on a platform raised so it could be fully viewed, more of Brutus' stable of pleasure slaves sucked and fucked while Brutus and his friend were fed by means of cock and mouth.

This presentation of magnificent degeneracy was designed to raise Marcus to heights of exquisite torment and his arse craved for penetration by any of the wonderful slave cocks displayed before him, and though he milked both the slaves who fed him, his arse remained unfilled.

Brutus, of course, could sate his own heightened lust in the holes of as many of his slaves as he wished when Marcus had departed, but that man, who owned no boys, must need find some other way to soothe the craving in his arse.

He felt no ill-will at the teasing his old friend had given him, but only admiration for the skilful way that Brutus made enjoyment of the slaves he owned; Fortuna had granted Brutus the means to indulge in all his fancies, and this night he had used the flesh he owned in a most creative manner.

It had been, for Marcus, a most pleasing day; much had he learned at the market of the nature of boys, and should he ever find the fortune to purchase some he would be now able to make good choices, though he believed he was destined only to make use of the flesh available in baths and brothels.

The care Brutus took to please his old friend was shown more when Marcus rose to return to home. A slave, perhaps of fifteen years appeared by his side, most pleasingly erect.

"I beg you, sir, take hold of me that I may guide you to your litter," the slave requested, and Marcus showed no hesitation in taking hold of firm slave cock and wondering once more at the uses his friend found for the flesh he owned.

He stopped in some surprise on reaching the conveyance provided for him. It now being dark, Brutus had assigned a white team to carry him, and each bore in one hand a lighted torch, the flickering flames playing illumination most pleasingly over their naked bodies, but it was not that sight that caused Marcus to almost release hard slave cock from his hand, but the sight of the three items purchased that afternoon and recently uses as platters for their food who were now again tied by ropes from their necks to the handles of the litter as they had been when brought from the market.

"I know the itch in your arse must be most great," Brutus laughed softly beside him, "For all the teasing I have amused myself by tormenting you with this day. Those things are yours and I trust you may find some amusement in the uses you will make of them. I beg only that you will not ignore the one previously owned; I would have you discover that a thing of so few years may provide you with an unexpected delight."

"Brutus," Marcus exclaimed, "I cannot accept such a gift. I know the gold you paid for them."

"It was our bargain, was it not?" Brutus laughed, "If we should make the same choice of what was unloaded at the dock and later sold, then would I make purchase of it. Never did I say that purchase was to be for my use. You have suffered too long, old friend, making use of brothels and of baths. Now you have cock of your own to enjoy in the way you most like to enjoy cock, but I beg you again, ignore not the youngest. It will use its cock, which though small, will be in a manner I swear you will find to be most pleasant."

"Never did I think that going to the market would be a day so remarkable," Marcus said, and bid the litter team bear him home straight, that he may deal with the great itch in his arse.

Some may perhaps wonder what uses Marcus finds for his gift.

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