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Roman Slave
By Kemer (Kemer@aol.com)
***
How'd you like to live around 25 B.C. and to be what
would be described as a pretty boy and then to have
your village raided by Roman soldiers to be taken as a
slave? What do you think would happen next? (MM, hist,
bd, oral, anal)
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Paul was a slave-boy. He could never have imagined that
would end up being his fate. Since he was very young he
had been an intellectual, recognized as a prodigy by
older great thinkers and allowed to explore his mind.
He entered an academic discipline and was a well-
respected teacher and philosopher among his people
before he had turned thirty.
That's when things went bad, as the Romans came to
pillage his land and kill and enslave his people. The
Romans thought of Paul's people as unworthy barbarians,
and cared little about Paul's mind. Paul survived the
Roman occupation because he also had a nice body. He
was small and light, but well-built with a nice round
butt.
Many of the young men had been killed defending their
lands from the Romans. Those who remained were mostly
women and elders. The women were shipped off separately
from the men to become slaves. Paul was left behind
among the relatively few remaining younger males who
had not been killed or wounded. He had survived because
he was not a soldier. Indeed, many of the other young
males lined up with him had been intellectuals like
him.
The Romans cared not, since slaves were judged by their
bodies, and ordered them to strip naked and cast their
clothes in the fire. Paul was shamed as the soldiers
held him tight and poked and prodded at every inch of
his lean lithe body. Paul had always been cautious
about revealing his body in public, but that all
changed dramatically now that his free will had been
taken.
Men they judged worthy of being auctioned as slaves
were herded together for the journey. Although he was
older than many of the other young men, Paul's hard
hairy chest impressed them. He had a good-sized penis
and was among the most strikingly handsome of the slave
initiates, so he was chosen to be led off. Paul never
again saw the men who were not chosen.
Paul was not permitted to wear a stitch of clothing
again for several days. The slaves were kept naked to
decrease the likelihood of their escape and to make
them feel like animals. When they arrived at a public
barracks, Paul and the others were turned over to the
custody of a separate group of people who staffed the
periodic slave auctions.
They treated the slaves well the first night, letting
them bathe and sleep. But the second day was
particularly awful for men like Paul who got
embarrassed easily. Their bodies were thoroughly
examined by a team of men who really enjoyed and got
into their work. The larger of the slaves would be
evaluated for rankings as gladiators, tested for their
strength and fighting ability.
Paul was deemed too small and so was destined for
either hard work or, more likely, sex slavery. He was
bound to a table on his back for examination. The man
examining Paul's cock had little trouble getting the
thick hunk of meat to stand straight up. He skillfully
made him cum within a few minutes. They flipped Paul
over and retied him. Another man parted Paul's ass-
cheeks and inserted his fingers in Paul's tight hole.
Paul's cock got hard again. This was a trait they could
mention to potential buyers, and helped them to decide
what sort of buyer to steer towards Paul. They gave a
lot of attention to the Paul's tight twitching asshole,
and watched with glee as pre-cum dripped from the head
of his excited cock.
In case the slave boy might be a virgin, the evaluators
were never allowed to fuck them up the ass. Virgins
collected higher prices at auction. This slave was old
enough that he shouldn't be a virgin, but it was always
possible in a sex-oppressive society like those
barbarians had, he never took it up the butt. It sure
felt tight like a virgin hole, and the boy had said it
was. They were allowed to fuck their faces, especially
those who so far seem to be accepting of male sex, to
further classify the subject.
One man took out his big cock, got it hard and shoved
it in the bound Paul's mouth. Paul gagged, but he
didn't resist. He made the most of it. He sucked with
enthusiasm exciting the bloated tool with his tongue
and gums. He eventually brought the man to orgasm with
the cock deep in his throat. He swallowed the entire
load. Paul's cock had stayed hard throughout the
blowjob. He would make a perfect sex-toy. The men were
impressed. Paul was given high ratings and steered
towards clients who like to use their slaves for rough
sex and torture.
Paul's plan was to be purchased by a high-ranking
politician, a Senator most likely. He had heard that
there were several who purchased male slaves for sex.
He wanted to be able to know such men, for in that way
he could hopefully gain influence sufficient to stay
alive, or even to consider escape and freedom some day.
Paul really was a virgin, since he had never been
interested in women but always allowed his work to
dominate his life so he didn't have to face his
attraction to men.
Now he was mature enough to realize that his time had
come. He needed to grow up fast sexually in order to
stay alive and thrive. If he had to be a slave-boy, he
might as well enjoy it as much as possible. That was
the first cock he had ever taken in his mouth and he
actually did get a thrill from the scene. The idea of
being dominated sexually, and even degraded, kind of
turned Paul on. He would likely face many horrible
things as a slave. He would do his best to face them
heroically and use his evolving sexual interests to his
advantage.
On the day of auction, Paul was cleaned up and
exhibited along with the other new slaves in the town
square. He was bound spread-eagle to an X-shaped
auction block with his arms and legs wide. Because he
was in the sex slave category, men throughout the day
poked at his hole and evaluated his cock and balls.
Some men stuck their tongues in Paul's mouth and
squeezed his tits. Paul exhibited impressive hard-ons
throughout the day and his attendant stopped the
customers if they were exciting Paul enough to make him
cum, so he never did.
Every so often, Paul would be taken down to rest, and
he would stand with his hands on his head for further
examination by customers. He would also be spread face
down over a table for detailed looks at his anus before
returning to his normal position. Paul had seen two men
that he thought likely to be important enough in
government. He had done his best to call attention to
himself subtly when they were near. They were both big
muscular gladiator-size men.
The sight of their powerful forms excited Paul's
equipment without stimulation. He flirted with them
with his eyes. They had been told Paul understood their
language, but he gave them no hints that he could hold
his own with them intellectually. Sure enough, they
were soon engaged in a bidding war for Paul. Eventually
they compromised, and the larger of the two men,
Senator Bendax, became Paul's new owner. Bendax had
been the man who was raving about Paul's chest hair to
the other customers, many who said if they bought Paul
they would shave him down to further exhibit his
muscles and make him look younger.
The other senator, Larrios, joined Bendax when Paul was
taken down from the scaffold and turned over to him.
Neither man had bought any other slaves that day and
they were both done with their shopping. They brought
Paul to a small adjacent arena where some of the other
newly purchased sex slaves were being tried out by
their new masters.
The crowd that watched consisted of other customers and
some of the new gladiators from Paul's race and their
guards. Paul would be spared the public deflowering
that others received since his master had his own
private playrooms that put this public scene to shame.
Still, Bendax liked to watch to see what kind of
techniques others were using, and he also knew this
would serve to chill Paul's imagination while wondering
what awaited him.
Paul watched in silence as a young friend of his,
Matthew, who had been sold to a high ranking military
man, was gang-banged. His friend had been quite the
ladies' man among his people and had not yet settled
down to marry. Though he had never put voice to his
feelings, Paul had always had a crush on the handsome
athlete.
Now Matthew faced an entirely different fate, and he
screamed long and loud as the man's large cock entered
his virgin hole. He wept for his lost manhood, and was
only silenced when his master's second-in-command
plugged his mouth with his own fat cock. The two men
brutalized the naked lad for a long time, cock-slapping
his face, riding his tight hole, and plumbing his dual
depths with their long tools. They finally came
simultaneously inside him. Then the new master allowed
eight men from his company to join in pairs to
alternately fuck the face and the ass of the young
foreigner.
Paul cringed as he watched cum pour forth from
Matthew's cock three separate times during the ordeal.
The men who were using Matthew at the times that he
came applauded and congratulated themselves. Matthew
blushed red with shame as they fucked his spunk right
out of him. Paul also couldn't hide his own erections,
which betrayed his interest in the proceedings. Men who
saw Paul's stiff cock offered several times to take him
out to the floor for the sex he obviously desired but
Bendax always declined the offers.
Later, two masters who were proud of their skills in
punishment brought out their two new slaves, two young
men who Paul knew vaguely. They were both strong and
well-muscled, but not quite in the gladiator category.
The masters offered to also demonstrate punishment on
any other slaves or gladiators whose masters desired.
Two cute little slave-boys, Aaron and Daniel, both
smaller than Paul, the two youngest of the slaves that
day, were sent up to likewise receive punishment,
bringing the total to four. They were lined up together
hanging by their wrists from the ceiling. The big boys
were worked over first. Their backs were lashed
repeatedly with whips. Then their chests. Then their
butts. The men used different whips, straps, and
paddles from their collections on each body part. They
whipped their cocks until cum squirted out.
The slaves were drenched in sweat and their bruised
flesh was red and purple. They had not been gagged and
their chilling screams had filled the chamber. The two
smaller slaves watching trembled in fear. Sure enough,
they had reason to be afraid. They had been purchased
by the same man, who strode over to the big whip-
masters when they took a break from the first two. The
man, a wealthy retired merchant, told them to double
the punishment that the first two had received when
doing his slaves. He wanted them indoctrinated
immediately so they knew their place in his household.
He paid them to do something they probably would gladly
do free, but that ensured their brutality.
It was painful for Paul to watch as the boys were
simultaneously whipped. They used canes on their asses
and thicker whips on their backs and chests. Doubling
the number of strokes enabled them to trace a pattern
of stripes up and down their torsos and backs. These
boys had slim chests and tight flat bellies, not the
solid rippled musculature of the previous victims. The
whips cut right to their abdomens.
They cried together but they endured. These two had
small round balls and short stubby penises that stayed
hard sticking out throughout their whippings. When the
time came for them to be cock-whipped, their cocks
finally shrunk in fear, hiding among their pubic hair.
So the masters whipped their boyish chests again until
they got hard, and moved quickly to lash their cocks
and get them to ejaculate. They both eventually put out
a great deal of cum. Paul was proud of them when there
was a break and all seemed done. He made sure he would
remember those two if he ever got a chance to associate
with other slaves.
No one else came forward to punish additional slaves,
but the day was not quite done. The masters who had
done the punishment packed up their slaves to leave,
but the merchant had hired a barber. His two boys,
fresh from their brutalizing, were bound to stone
tables to be shaved. First they were bound on their
backs with their arms spread over their heads so the
front of their bodies could be shaved. The barber used
his sharp tools and carved away the hair underneath
their arms. One of the boys, Aaron, was very hairy,
with a thick brown coat covering his chest, arms, and
legs.
The barber had to spend a long time removing the large
quantity of body hair from everywhere visible except
his head. The other boy, Daniel, was easier, having
only hair around his cock besides his armpit hair. As a
result, Aaron faced the greater ordeal, enduring the
sharp pinching knives so recently after his brutal
whipping in the same area. Bendax and Larrios jokingly
argued during the shaving about what they would do with
Paul. Bendax planned to leave Paul's body hair, which
was not nearly as thick as Aaron's but Larrios said he
would shave it all off if given a chance.
Paul was temporarily relieved that Bendax called his
shots. Aaron and Daniel's master had not asked the
barber to be gentle and he was not. After their faces
were shaved, the slaves were flipped over so the other
side of their bodies could be done. Again Daniel was
fortunate since he was virtually hairless on that side.
The barber had to work long and hard to remove all the
hair from Aaron's legs, ass, and crack. Their new
master assisted by holding the boy's cheeks open to
enable the barber to work.
When the job was complete, the slaves were untied and
stood side by side together trembling to think of what
might come next. Many who were still present marveled
at how alike the two young men looked now that the
hairy one had been plucked. What a lovely pair they
made, greater together than individually. Their master
had made a shrewd purchase. He knew it and that was why
he had stayed this long and exhibited them.
Though most of the slaves would be going home with
their new masters that day, these two would not embark
for the merchant's estate until the next day. So the
merchant arranged to leave the two boys together in the
arena for the night. They were left bound to each other
and long sticks were shoved painfully up their
assholes. Their hands and legs were bound such that
they could not remove the objects from their butts. All
they could do all night long while they awaited their
new life was to talk to each other, and, if they
fancied, kiss each other and rub their chests and
groins together. And think about their new lives.
Finally it was time for Paul to leave with Bendax, and
Larrios still accompanied them. He was going to spend
the next few days at Bendax's estate, as part of the
agreement that stopped their bidding war. Bendax
lectured Paul about the three things expected of
slaves, work, sex, and punishment. Paul was being
brought to his house, a house which had gone through
many slave-boys over the years, as a sex slave.
Nevertheless, punishment was always a possibility if
Paul displeased him. He warned Paul that, although he
was strongly interested in Paul sexually right now,
history had shown him that he would grow tired of
slave-boys after a while. Paul could expect only mild
work chores if he served well in his sexual role and,
after some introductory rough handling, no punishments
that were not deserved during the period in which he
was held in Bendax's highest favor. But later, he would
likely find himself out of favor through no fault of
his own. Then he would be available for sex with any of
Bendax's friends and available for punishment and hard
work at his master's whim, even for no reason at all.
Paul was mostly silent but when asked to speak, he
promised he would do his best to serve his master. He
kept his darkest thoughts buried deep. Bendax asked
Paul if he was impressed by those masters and their
punishment of the four slaves. When Paul nodded, Bendax
told him that he had taught those fellows much of what
they know and he, along with Larrios, was recognized
for being among the premier Roman torture experts.
"Don't get on my bad side. Please me."
When they arrived at the large estate, three other
slaves came out to greet them. One of the slaves led
Paul to the slaves' quarters, but his stay that evening
was to be brief. Paul was shown his floor space, but
was told he would spend his first night in his new
master's bed. Larrios would be staying overnight as
well, so a slave brought him to the guest quarters. The
two senators ate a large meal and discussed political
matters while Paul showered and was allowed to dress in
a soft luxurious tunic.
It felt good to finally have clothes in again, though
this was tighter and more revealing than Paul's
customary wardrobe. He enjoyed the feel of the material
as he shivered in anticipation of being summoned. When
the call came, Paul was brought down an ornately
decorated corridor. They entered one of his master's
more plush playrooms. Once again his eyes widened as he
greeted his impressive master.
As he had feared, the other large senator was with him
too. Apparently the agreement the men had reached had
included Larrios getting to sample the merchandise that
got away. Paul knew that if his master asked him to, he
must service both men. He was determined to do his
best. Both men complemented Paul for the way he looked
in clothing, and his master beckoned him to the ground.
He got down on his knees before Bendax. The master got
down on one knee and felt under Paul's tunic. He
tweaked Paul's hard nipples. He felt the fast beating
of Paul's heart. He told Paul not to be nervous, to
enjoy it, and then reached under to grab Paul's hard-
on. "Very good, slave. Show me that you want me."
Paul opened his mouth wide. Bendax pulled out his hard
thick cock and put it in Paul's mouth. Paul sucked
eagerly. Larrios came from behind Paul and removed the
slave's tunic. When Paul was naked, Larrios squeezed
his buns while Paul ignored him and kept concentrating
on his sucking. The cock tasted wonderful, and though
it was very large for Paul's small mouth, he rose to
the challenge and deep-throated it.
When Bendax was sufficiently excited he pulled out of
Paul's mouth. "Tell me, slave, the truth, is it true
that your ass is virgin? That you have never taken a
man's cock up there?"
"Yes, master. It is true."
"But is it also true that you want this big man's word
that you've been sucking so well to be the first one of
many you will be taking?"
"Yes, master. I have wanted you to fuck my ass since
the moment I saw you."
Bendax enthusiastically fondled Paul all over his naked
body. Paul's skin was tingling and he moaned with
sincere passion. "Very good. Rest assured that you will
be sleeping tonight with my cock inside you. But you
must learn that slaves rarely get everything they want.
I feel very emotionally attached to you, your cute
manner, your smoldering intelligence. You know, I
suspect, that your winsome ways drew me to you at the
market. Slave or freeman, you would be the perfect type
of whore-boy for me. You smell of danger. But soon you
will smell of nothing but lust and sex. Your lust for
sex will overwhelm any subversive inclination.
"I've seen your kind before and I'm going to enjoy
bringing you around to my ways. I need to separate
myself from you a little, think of you as an object to
be used. Larrios, for example, thinks of you as but a
sex-toy, a nubile body with which to amuse himself. So
you shall be. I have agreed to let him deflower you,
while I watch. I also enjoy watching, very much.
Larrios will certainly not be as gentle as I would have
been. But then, I have deflowered a number of his boys
for him over the years too. He takes in more rough,
crude, ignorant boys that I have no qualms about
ravaging thoroughly, even, I should say especially, for
their first time."
Larrios took over. He had a gag in one hand and some
rope in the other. Paul didn't struggle, but Larrios
roughed him up a little anyway while securing the gag
around Paul's mouth. The gag was mandatory, Larrios
felt, because he didn't want to hear anything Paul had
to say, and he didn't want Bendax to feel sorry for
him. And for what the big senator had in mind, Paul
would not need his mouth. He shoved, pushed, and pulled
Paul over towards and down onto a wooden table. Paul
was lying on his back.
Larrios tied each wrist tightly and attached them to
hooks on the corners of the table. He left Paul's
ankles and legs free, but forced his knees up so his
feet were flat on the table. Larrios then used a large
jar of sticky oil all over Paul's body, slicking up his
shoulders, arms, chest, and legs so they glistened and
glowed in the pale candle light.
He covered Paul's raging cock and balls likewise with
the grease, groping them tightly until he stopped
pumping with Paul on the edge of ejaculation. Instead,
Larrios tied a rope tightly around Paul's hairy ball
sac and moved Paul up on his elbows so more of his butt
was accessible. He kneaded the shapely buttocks with
the oil until the round globes gleamed erotically like
the rest of him.
Then he bound Paul's ankles and forced his legs up in
the air. There were perfectly positioned hooks and
perfectly sized ropes to tie Paul's legs in the perfect
angle where his most prominent body part would be his
asshole. His legs splayed out wide, Paul could look
over his chest and see his rock-hard bound cock shaking
from side to side. Just beneath his cock was the
additional view the two senators got, his hairy hole
peeking over the edge of the table framed by his
muscular oil-slicked butt cheeks.
Larrios wasted no time in slicking up a finger and
probing away. Paul shuddered and moaned as soon two
fingers were in there. The experienced top-man made
sure to slick the virgin hole up solidly with grease.
He was pretty brutal in his methodical way. He pushed
Paul mightily to open himself wider and wider, and was
eventually getting four fingers in. This action,
connecting with the heat of the horny virgin's innards,
was getting Larrios all hot and bothered, so he took a
brief break to disrobe.
This gave Paul his first look at his awesome body. The
older man was big all over, thick slabs of sweaty
muscle forming his awesome torso. His big thighs flexed
as he revealed them and paused briefly nude but for his
straining pouch. He rose up menacingly to let Paul look
at how much bigger Larrios was than he. Paul didn't
disappoint, taking in the sight with hints of both lust
and fear.
When his gaze finally fell on the bulging barely-
covered meat, he stopped looking anywhere else,
watching with eager anticipation. Staying an arm's
length away, Larrios resumed probing Paul's hole with
his fingers, spreading his cheeks wide and getting the
slave boy even hotter. Red marks on the slick white
butt-flesh remained even after the fingers moved on to
ever-more sensitive areas.
Pre-cum began pouring onto Paul's belly from the tip of
his tightly bound cock. Paul moaned loudly through his
gag, but his gaze remained fixed on Larrios' genitals.
As if in response to Paul's silent pleas, Larrios
pulled his long hard tool out of the pouch and lay it
out flat on the lad's wide-open crack.
It was a scary sight for Paul. He had dreamed of cock
for many years. Hard thick cock up his ass. His dream
would be fulfilled in as extreme a way as he could have
imagined. Fucked brutally while bound by the biggest
thickest cock he had ever seen. Followed by a life of
sexual servitude to a master who would think nothing of
letting him be used in the manner he was about to be
used. A master whose cock, the one he would be
servicing regularly, the one he could still taste in
his mouth, was probably just as large as...
The time for musing was over. The time for those brief
thoughts while he kept watching the big cock spread out
before him passed quickly. The cock advanced towards
him with the mighty big man right behind it. The
fingers had been much gentler, much less thick. The
cock found the hole easily, but it ran into trouble
immediately and could barely get more than two inches
inside. Paul was already yelping from the pain.
Larrios pulled out, slapped Paul across the face and
plunged back in. "Take it, boy, or you'll be taking my
fist next," Larrios warned. Paul bit his lip behind the
gag to try to stay silent but his pain centers
registered even more wildly when the cock reached the
four-inch point. Though his voice was low and soft, he
again protested the pain, resulting in a second pull-
out. Paul was feeling pleasure but he was too
inexperienced to separate it from the pain. His body
was overruling his mind.
Larrios grabbed his tits and squeezed them hard. The
new pain replaced the old. Larrios even grabbed and
pulled on the rope bound around Paul's balls. He forced
Paul to raise his body a few inches to decrease the
pain from the rope. He used his fingers again on the
hole. "Open up, boy. Take it all the way. It's going in
no matter the resistance you give, however involuntary.
This cock has forced its way past smaller tighter holes
than yours, holes without the warm-up action I've
allowed you."
Paul did his best to indicate agreement and compliance
non-verbally. He wasn't faking, since he wanted nothing
more than to let the entire length and breadth of the
ten-incher explore him fully. His virginity was already
gone, he had felt the sensation of having his cherry
popped. Now he had to impress them, a goal which
coincided with his mounting desire to be thoroughly
used and ravaged. Larrios watched eagerly as Paul's
sphincter muscles clenched as if to invite him in.
Bendax was watching Paul's facial expressions. He could
read the reckless tortured desire in Paul's eyes.
Bendax told Larrios, "He's ready now. Take him all the
way."
Paul arched his back to provide an inviting target.
With one powerful confident thrust, Larrios drove his
cock into Paul's hole. He closed his ears to any noise
the slave might make, thoughts only on the prize. And
in five brutal seconds, he had made it all the way in.
He paused to feel it, as impressively tight as any
virgin he'd taken. He told his colleague that he was
going to really get his money's worth with this boy.
Once he felt comfortable in there, he began to
establish a rhythmic fucking motion.
He and Bendax often played games to see how long they
could keep on thrusting inside a slave boy's butt,
often simultaneously. Larrios knew that he wouldn't be
able to set any records in a hole this tight, but he
still wanted to stay inside thrusting as long as
possible. It felt so good there was no reason to rush.
His masters ignored his movements and noises once the
cock had made it all the way in, but Paul had screamed
long and hard for a full minute when his deep never-
before-touched depths had first been pierced by the
thick invader. His mind went somewhere else as he
fantasized a never-ending stream of big cocks like
this, ready made for his servicing. Yes, his plans of
freedom got blurred during passion, and someone like
him, inexperienced with relationships, wondered if he
was already feeling "love" for these men.
He secretly wondered if he had perhaps not been
destined to be a sexual being rather than an
intellectual all these years. With the thick cock
ravaging him, Paul eventually came out of his sex
trance and came all over himself. Bendax laughed and
moved over and scooped some off Paul's belly and tasted
it. He gave Paul a taste of it also. Throughout this,
Larrios kept on thrusting. He also pinched and squeezed
Paul's slick body, roughly repositioning him at the
slightest whim. He also pulled at Paul's chest hair, an
apparent indication of his desire to have it removed.
Paul may have cum, but Larrios was nowhere near doing
likewise yet. Before long, with all the sexual
stimulation, horny Paul was hard again, and shortly
after, back in an even deeper sexual trance. He tried
to grip the thick pole as tightly as he could, wanting
to squeeze the cum out. Still the senator resisted. As
if there was a struggle between the top and bottom,
Paul moved in rhythm with Larrios.
The big man wanted to cum at last, but he was hoping to
do so simultaneously with Paul. That would enhance the
experience for both. Keeping his gaze on Paul's
quivering cock and its stream of pre-cum, Larrios
waited for the right moment and yanked on the rope. The
stiff hunk of meat bounced from side to side,
alternately slapping against his flat belly and his
sticky thighs. Paul's eyes opened and he began to
scream and shoot out more cum, long streams hitting
both their heaving chests. With a wicked gleam of
sexual conquest in his eyes, Larrios screamed even
louder and unloaded into the lad's tightly clenched
bowels. He then lay down on top of Paul, covering him
with his sweaty, stinky, powerful form.
The sexual display had lasted a little more than a half
hour. As Paul lay there recovering, the thick cock
still buried inside him, Bendax applauded and then came
over and kissed them both. He solemnly said, "Welcome
to my home, Paul, my new and talented slave."
Larrios pulled out and got up. Bendax examined Paul's
hole, now starting to contract back to normal after its
intense reaming. Some of the thick semen was dripping
out, accompanied by a trace of blood. Bendax asked
Larrios to rate Paul's sexual abilities. Larrios was
full of praise and admiration. He requested that Bendax
allow him to have regular access to Paul's charms.
Larrios chuckled and seemed to agree. But not tonight.
Tonight would be his master's turn.
An older slave soon arrived, to take Paul off to be
cleaned up. That night, Paul spent in a luxurious
bedroom with Bendax. Larrios spent the evening with a
different slave. Paul was treated like a lover, not a
slave. Bendax fucked his ass twice during the night,
but with a gentle touch. Bendax even sucked Paul's cock
for him, allowing Paul to unload inside his mouth as
they sixty-nined. But his master's words always
reminded him that he was a slave, even while his
actions seemed more intimate, more familiar. In one
night, Paul experienced gentle loving sex and brutal
dominant sex.
Secretly, he could not make up his mind which he
preferred. He also realized that, attractive though
these men were, they alone would not be able to satisfy
him. Now that he had tasted male sex, he knew he would
seek it out again, with other men. Being a sex slave
would be a perfect role for him. Independent of
wherever it might get him politically. It may be
advantageous to at times seem like this sex slave
didn't always want it. But at this time, he couldn't
imagine ever saying no to anything they wanted him to
do sexually. He would, however, play up to his master's
every whim, figuring this was his most direct path to
long-term security.
Paul did indeed get to sleep with his master's cock
inside him that first night. He had successfully passed
into a situation that had opened up new horizons for
him. His master was no dummy and didn't want him to get
complacent or get too positive an impression of his
fate. So he immediately exposed him to the punishment
side of his new role. Paul needed to understand what
types of punishment he would be subjected to. So he
faced the rack and the whip the very next day, in a
public dungeon session that introduced Paul and his
nubile body to Bendax's entire household.
Sore from the pain of stretching, and also the hundreds
of lashes on every area of his body below the neck,
Paul's main memories of the day were of his two mighty
cum-shots, welcome but involuntary responses to the
ordeal and the exhibitionism. Paul had learned more
about himself that, if he could control himself, would
aid him in his future life. He actually loved showing
off his charms, being admired for his body, and for his
bravery. And, amazingly, against his better
intellectual judgment, pain turned him on.
THE END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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