Date: Wed, 19 Jul 2006 13:09:17 +0100
From: Mitchel Mulder <mitchmulder@lycos.com>
Subject: Pax Romana 4

We were scrubbed clean with brushes that were so hard that our skin
turned red, cold water was being hosed over us, with a sharp knife our
beards were shaved. I ran my hand over my chin, I never had felt so
smooth before. Not a spot of our bodies was forgotten, even our
asses were being cleaned with a hard smaller brush.
"Ahh!" I cried out as one of the men, a slave of course, pulled
back my skin and went over the exposed head with another brush.
These Romans are obsessed with cleanliness.

We were being led out of the small pool and were given towels to
dry off. Another group of men were being cleaned now.
A big guy, followed by a well dressed one, inspected us.
"Do you want him to be shaved?" the big guy asked the other.
Both of them were staring at Camarix.
"No, just leave him like that, you'll never know what a customer likes,
smooth or hairy".

They handed us some funny cloths to cover us, they were very thin
and short, they just covered our private parts, leaving our asses
naked. They made us wait till the others were finished bathing and
were wearing the small pieces of cloth too. We were then marched
off to the other side of the courtyard. There was a kind of table
with some papers on it. One by one we had to say our name, then
man behind the table looked for a paper, filled something in.
"Yeah, Romans are good in administration, these are the deeds of
ownership" Camarix said, as his name was called and he had to sign
the document, the man pointed out where he had to sign it. Camarix
placed a 'x', like most of the others, including Curt. When my name
was called out, I could see that it was a brand new document, no
signatures of previous owners.
"Ah, a fresh one" the man said, "just put a cross right here".
He dipped the pen in the ink and handed it over to me.
With all my efforts I wrote down my name in big letter:  WOLF.
The man's mouth dropped open. "Boss! Boss! this one can write!".

I could feel the others looking at me. I stepped back in line.
"Show-off!" Curt hissed at me.
To be honest I could not write a lot, just a few words one of the
elder members of my village once taught me.

Our hands were tied together behind our backs and we were pushed
into a carriage.
Nobody spoke during the trip into town. The town was busy, we had
to slow down as we rode through the crowded streets. People, noise
and smell comings from all directions. At the merket place in the
middle of the town
we stopped and were told to get off. There was some wind, lifting
our little piece of cloth, with myy hands on my back I could not
cover myself, I never had felt so naked before.
All of a sudden there was a noise behind me. One of the
slave tried to escape.
In a brief moment I saw Curt's eyes, I saw the same fire in them as
that afternoon he attacked the Roman soldier. I guess Camarix
sensed what Curt was thinking,
he quickly stepped in front of Curt, "don't even think about it!".
At the same time I heard a sickening sound. The guy who tried to
run was lying on the ground, crying and screaming while he was
being beaten severely.

The rest were led quickly into a tent. A few minutes later the
beaten up man was thrown in too. He was covered with bruised, blood
was streaming out of his mouth.
"Thigh him up", the boss shouted, then he pointed at Curt, Camarix
and me, "get them on display".
Still with our hands tied behind our back we were being brought out
to the frnt of the tent, where a small platform was with poles.
The market place was already very crowded.
We were tied to three poles next to each-other.
"Hey, you have any women?" a man called out from the square.
"Sure, Sir, one moment please". The boss almost bowed and called
back into the tent.
Soon two young women appeared and were tied to the remaining to poles.
"Please sir". Again the boss bowed and invited the man onto the platform.
Without any delay the man ran his hands over the firm breasts of
the blond woman and pinched her nipples hard.
The woman let out a soft cry, and turned away her head. The man's
hand went down over her stomach to the small piece of cloth.
Without any hesitation the man pushed his hand between her thighs.
"Very nice" he mumbled.
Then he forced the woman to open her mouth, looked inside and pushed
his fingers into her mouth.
"She is still very young, always been a slave so you wouldn't have
any trouble with her" the boss said.
The man looked to the other woman, who was much older, "How much?".
The boss whispered something in the man's ear, who looked
surprised, "you must be joking!".
Well, Sir, maybe we should discuss it inside, then you can inspect
her more closely and you'll agree she is worth it, I'll call my
companion".
The boss held the tent open, the man stepped inside and was greeted
by one of the boss's men, the woman was taken off the platform and
was taken inside too. I guess the deal went trough as we never saw
them again.

I felt like I was some cattle being on display, people were passing
by, some of them looking at us, others just passed without
bothering to even look.
I was looking at Curt and Camarix, both seem to be lost in their
own thoughts.
"Ah, look at those fine young men!" I heard a lady say to another one.
I turned around, two middle age Roman ladies were staring from Curt to me.
"I don't know, Camilla".
"O, come on, you wanted a new one after-all, let's have a closer look".
The boss helped them onto the platform.
"They are so fresh and clean, ladies, you will be their first owner".
"First? I couldn't be bother with them, too dangerous" the oldest
said and wanted to turn away. She was stopped by her friend.
"Come on, Camilla, you can train them as you like".
"No Acte, I want a perfectly trained one, who knows what to do"
Together they came over to me, now that they were in front of me I
could see that they were older then I had expected, their faces
covered with too much make-up.
"This one is just perfect!" Acte said as she was looking me over.
Her hand went over my chest, "Camilla, just feel how smooth he his,
and such a hard chest".
Camilla put her hand on my chest too, she smiled at me and run
her fingernail over my nipple.
"I agree, Acte, he does feel nice".
Her nail travelled down to my navel. O, please stop her, this was
humiliating.
"He is a bit young though".
"Even better, you can train him the way you want" Acte said with an
evil grin.
Camilla lifted the little piece of cloth, "Not bad, not bad at all".
She got hold of my balls, and rolled them around in her hands.
"If I were you I would shave off all those hairs" Acte said.
I felt a tingling sensation in my lower belly as she reached for my
cock and withdrew my skin.
'o please, Mother of all gods' to my horror my cock started to
react at her touch, slowly lifting its head up.
Acte was almost drooling now, running her hands over my chest and stomach.
The boss smiled broadly, "if you ladies are interested you can try
him inside".
"No, thanks" Camilla said, luckily she let go of my hard cock, "he
is all-right but no match for me, I'd always had a Nubian, you have
any?"
"Ah, a Nubian! You have a taste! Perfect for a lady, but I'm afraid
I don't have one right now, but look at him" pointing at Camarix, "a
real man too!".
"No, too hairy and besides I prefer dark skin for my men, I'll be
back some other time, thanks.
Acte, come along, I like to look for some silk".

There I was, on platform in a town square, tied to a pole with an
erection pointing to the passers by.
Some of them looked, giggled or even licked their lips.

In the meantime to the empty pole where the woman had been tied to
was now a young boy, I guess he couldn't be older then 8 or 9
years. He was completely naked. What could a young child like that
have done to deserve this.
After the ladies some other people, both me and women, expected us,
pinching us everywhere and feeling every part of our body, now not
only me but also Curt was
rockhard now.
I looked away from Curt to the little boy, to my horror I say a fat
man stroking the kid's willy.
I felt sick when the man lifted up his tunic and pushed his semi
hard cock into the boys mouth. I could hear the boy gag a few
times.
Within seconds the boss was over to them, "nothing better that a
young mouth, I fully agree".
The man just nodded and thust his hips faster.
The boss laid a hand on the man's shoulder, "sir please use my tent
if you want to have a closer look".
"No need, I'll take him". He pulled out his now hard cock, and
shoke hands with the boss.
I was speechless I felt an anger deep inside of me, I had always
respected the Romans, but now, seeing them here like this, I could
understand why so many people hated them.
A hand landed hard on my ass. I looked around, a man of middle age
with expensive clothing was standing behind me, again his slapped
my ass hard.
"What a perfect ass!"
I tried to push myself back to the pole, but he and his friend
stopped me and pushed me a bit forward as far as the rope would
allow. One pushed my shoulders down, while the other spreaded my
ass, I tried to fight back but before I knew it a finger was being
pushed inside me. I gave a shout and with all my force I pushed
myself up and rammed mybody against the pole.
"Bastard!" the expensive dressed man cried as his hand was being
smashed against the wood.
Whack, the other slapped me hard in my face with his flat hand, the
other man rubbed his hand, spat in my face and hit me in my
stomach. I doubled over, the spit ran over my face, I felt tears in
my eyes. I wished I was dead, how long could this go on, being
treated as....., yeah as what?, even pigs are better treated on a
market.

In the mean time Camarix was being examined by a
middle aged man, the boss stood near by, remarking how strong and
healthy Camarix was. Camarix had to open his mouth and the man
looked in, then his hand moved over his shoulders squeezing the
muscles and followed his arms and examined his hands. Both Curt and
I had felt very humiliated when it was done to us, but Camarix just
stood there he almost looked proud, he even flexed his muscles.
"Very good quality" the man said as he walked around him, "nice
broad shoulders, strong back, impressive legs, what is the price?".
The boss smiled, "as you can see, sir, he is top of the range".
"The price?!"
The boss said something into the man's ear, "too much! for that
price I can be two perfect slaves in Varenna".
The man turned and was ready to walk away, "we can discuss the
price off course, you care for some wine, while we talked
business?".
The man nodded, and the boss quickly went inside to fetch the drink.
The man wandered around Camarix and then towards Curt.
"Nice muscles or a boy your age" he remarked.
Curt did not answer, but looked away. The man ran his hands over
Curt's body. I more or less expected the man to feel Curt's cock
and balls, but he completely ignored that area, instead he let his
hand go all over Curt's legs.
The Boss cam back with the wine for the customer.
"Tell you what" he said to the boss, "I'll take these two for the
price you mentioned".
The boss acted as if he were offended.
"Take it or leave it, I will not pay more, they'll have to work the
land, they are workers as you know, one is even untrained, you
should be glad".

On one hand I hoped for Curt that the sale would be closed, working
the land in not that bad I guessed, better than being bought by an
old wrinkled lady for her pleasure or even worse bought for a
whorehouse.

The boss seem to consider the proposal.
Curt looked at me with pleading eyes, was this the moment that we
would never see each other again?