Massilon 16 BC

Massilon: 16 B.C.

By Bill Black [anonymous4371@juno.com]

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************************************************************************ AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story takes place in a small port city of Roman Gaul Britain now named Marseilles a few years after the conquering of all Gaul by Julius Caesar ************************************************************************

"It's hard to find a good boy in these provincial little towns," Septimus complained to his friend Claudius as they entered the square where the slave market was located. "You'd think with all the supply they seem to get in Rome, there would at least be a little more choice."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Tight?" Claudius inquired.

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

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

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

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

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

"Three so far, master."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"As to the price?" Claudius prompted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, master," the slave meekly responded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No master," they answered without looking up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE END

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