Date: Tue, 9 Aug 2016 14:38:28 +0000 (UTC)
From: anonymous4371@juno.com
Subject: Aronius The Galley Slave

THE GLORY THAT WAS ROME


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

Part 1 The Soldier is transformed to a Slave

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

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

 "Lay down your weapons", a voice bellowed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

 "A galley slave?" inquired Aronious.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Unfortunately yes", replied Petronius.

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

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

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

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

Part II Life as a Galley Slave

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Aronious"

"Where are you from?"

"Illyia"

"How did you become a slave?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Get up", the white man shouted.

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

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

"Strip him", yelled the white man.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





Part III Escape

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

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

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

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

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

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

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