Date: Thu, 24 Feb 2022 21:53:09 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: The Capture of General  Tullius - installment 3

"So you've been called to the General's tent?"  Gaius laughed, as he
poured water onto Tullius' hair.  "That's got to be a relief.  If for no
other reason, to forget that you were young once."   Kitos had told his
son that he wished for Tullius to join him that evening.  Knowing his
father's preferences, Arkos had arranged for Tullius to be thoroughly
groomed - hence he had summoned Gaius, who had been grooming Tullius
since he was a boy - and grinned as he left Tullius with him.
"You will get a respite, my handsome Roman.  Enjoy it.  I intend to
abstain while you are gone and.. I will be more eager to enjoy you when
you return."
Tullius took a deep breath as he recalled those words, and smelled the
diluted vinegar pour onto his hair.  If he had to describe Arkos' sexual
appetite in one word, it would be "voracious."  If he had two words to
use to describe him, they would be "voracious" and "aggressive."  In the
three days he had - in Arkos' words - "belonged" to Arkos , he had been
taken six times.  On the second day, Arkos had fucked him thrice.  The
last one was the most vigorous.  Tullius remembered the situation
vividly.
"I am eager for physical exercise, slave.  Come.  We will use the
makeshift wrestling area."  Indeed, the soldiers had cleared a space for
their own physical games.  When Arkos arrived, the other soldiers bowed
their respect, and began walking off, until they realized that Tullius
was with him.  Tullius' reputation as a proud and accomplished wrestler
was well known, but so was Arkos.
Arkos opened the chain that held Tullius' wrists to his slave collar .
(It was short enough to keep Tullius from stroking his own penis: he
didn't dare when Arkos was around him, but that was not always).
"PREPARE YOURSELF SLAVE!"  Arkos proclaimed.  Tullius looked to get his
bearings.  He saw three members of his army in the crowd, all chained,
and all in the control of other high ranking Greeks.
"Where are the others?" He thought, for a second too long.  Arkos
attacked.
Relative to other men, Tullius' body was short, muscular, and thick.  His
legs had been compared to tree trunks, more than once, and he was hard to
knock off his feet.
Arkos knocked him off his feet.  His long, lithe body moved so quickly
that he struck at Tullius' ankles before the general had time to think.
Once Tullius was prone, he had no advantage over the quicker, younger
man, who put him into hold after hold.  The pain grew and grew.  At one
point, when Arkos had Tullius on his back, helpless, Tullius had yelled.
"JUST PIN ME AND END THIS ARKOS."   Arkos had laughed.
"End it? Remember what I told you about a tortoise, slave?"  He rocked
back and Tullius' cock, pointing up through his loin cloth, brushed
Arkos' posterior.  Arkos laughed harder.
"You would wish, slave.  You would be disappointed.  And I will end this
when you SUBMIT."
"THEN WE WILL WRESTLE FOREVER, WHELP!"  Tullius gritted his teeth.
"Whelp??? And that makes you what?  The catamite of a whelp?  Or just a
BITCH."  Arkos rolled Tullius over and grabbed his ankles, crossing them.
He was strong enough to cause more pain, as he pulled the legs back.
Pinned down, Tullius could do nothing.
"And now we have a tortoise pinned on his belly.  AH the times!"  Arkos
yelled.  "DO YOU SUBMIT, SLAVE BITCH?"  When Tullius didn't answer, Arkos
changed position and pushed a knee into Tullius' already sore ass (Arkos
had fucked him on waking, and then before the midday meal).  He seized
Tullius' wrists.  Tullius' cock, pushed into the ground, was nonetheless
getting more and more stimulated.
Dare he cum?  Dare he spill his seed on camp ground, without Arkos'
position?  The fear of retribution, and the pain, combined.
"I YIELD.  I YIELD TO ARKOS.  NO MORE.  I SUBMIT."    The cries were loud
enough for the Corinthians to hear, as well as the few Roman prisoners
among them.  Their Masters, aroused by what had happened, led them back
to their own tents, as Arkos seized Tullius' slave collar and brought him
to his feet.  He laughed mightily when he saw the projection of Tullius'
penis.  They had wrestled naked, in the tradition.
"WOULD THAT YOU COULD FIND A PLACE FOR THAT, SLAVE.  It is I who will
find a place for it.  For now though...."  He pushed Tullius back toward
his tent.  Tullius, mortified by what had happened and who had seen, kept
his head down.  In so doing, he didn't see Kitos, in the background, or
his hand under his tunic, slowly stroking himself.
Arkos took him violently. The wrestling had aroused him, too.   What
little preparation he gave Tullius before taking him was absent this
time, and his grunts were not unlike an animal in rut.
"MY BEAUTIFUL ROMAN WHORE.  THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE TULLIUS.  NOTHING BUT A
ROMAN WHORE."
Tullius winced.  He was, in fact, from south of Rome. He had been "given"
to a military school by his family, which had been unable to care for as
many children as they had.  Tullius was six at the time.  He had never
seen his family again.  His "family" was the soldiers and other military
men he had grown up with.
It was the third time that day that Arkos had penetrated him.  His body,
sore already, ached more.  He did not push back as hard as Arkos wanted,
and Arkos grabbed Tullius right above his hips to pull him in closer.
That's how he discovered that Tullius had a hot spot right above his left
hip.  In squeezing it, Arkos caused Tullius to lose control and the man,
who had not had a release since his capture, spent his seed all over the
floor of the tent, just as Arkos unleashed a third shower of semen inside
of him.
"AH.  My bitch cannot control himself.  I think you will have to suffer
for that lapse.  In time,  Tullius, in time."  Arkos pulled his penis out
of his captive.
"Eventually, YOU will clean it but for now, I will have a servant fetch
some water.  You must rest.  Tomorrow is an important day for you.  You
will serve my father."

Gaius was preparing Tullius for that meeting.  He used the diluted
vinegar and water to wash his charge's hair, as he had done so many times
before.  He oiled Tullius' body all over, and then carefully applied the
strigil, cleansing him as much as was possible in a military camp.
"Poulos tells me that Kitos has a private bath chamber back in Corinth.
Perchance we will get to use it."
"We'll be gone well before this army returns to Corinth, my old friend,"
Tullius seethed.  Gaius laughed.
"You resist too much Tullius.  You must learn to accept the situation you
are in.  Resistance did you no good when Arkos entered you the first
time."  Tullius was silent as Gaius continued  "He told everyone that you
screamed as if you were a boar taking a lance."
"Which I WAS"  Tullius retorted, and Gaius laughed harder, as he moved
the strigil over Tullius' muscular right arm.
"You have to take more of that attitude Tullius."
"THEY TREAT ME AS A SLAVE. I AM NOT A SLAVE."
Gaius dropped his voice, and gently put his hand on Tullius' shoulder.
"The life of a slave is not a bad one if you accept your fate, Tullius."
Tullius shuddered.  He was known for saying the wrong thing, and he had
just done so.
"My sincere apologies to you Gaius.  We have been together so long."
"Like a couple married in childhood"  Gaius joked.  "I take no offense.
Were I to die tomorrow, I could say I have lived a good life."
"How long have you been a slave, Gaius?"  Gaius rolled his head.
"Remember, Tullius, I attended academy, so I can answer your question
with this one: are any of us ever NOT a slave? " Another chuckle.  "But I
have been owned for... oh my heavens, I still had my milk teeth and
smooth skin.  I was not even an ephebe."
Tullius looked at him.  "Have you ever wished for your freedom, Gaius?"
Gaius sighed.
"It was never something to consider, my friend.  The gods determine our
fate.  I was given two wives, and seven of my children lived. Of that I
know.  I learned to read and to write."  (This was Gaius' retort to
Tullius' ill spoken words:  Tullius did not know either).  "I have never
had an empty belly, and I have always had a place to sleep.  What would
freedom bring me that I did not have as 'a slave' as you would put it?"
Tullius was silent.
"For at least the present time, the gods have decided to emphasize that
you, like I, are a slave.  It would do you well to remember that."


"Master Arkos, your father wishes to have time with your slave."  Poulos
stood in front of Arkos' tent, with two large sentries, arms folded.
Arkos smiled.  He was running his hand up and down the back of Tullius
neck and stroking his cleaned hair.
"I will miss you here, my handsome Roman.  Recall what I have told you:
I will abstain from spilling seed until you return.  My father has a
reputation as fierce, and dominant in bed.  My mother could tell you
that, HA HA HA.  But he is old:  he will treat you more gently than I
have. "
"I'd die if he didn't,"  Tullius thought, recalling the last of the
brutal sessions in which Arkos had taken him.
"Young Master"  Poulos spoke.  "We must put the wrist chains on him."
"Yes, of course.  Although... he has accidentally seeded the ground.
Perhaps more exquisite Romans will spring from this space when we are
gone.  TULLIUS.  PRESENT YOUR WRISTS."   Sayin nothing, Tullius accepted
the shackles that were then attached to his collar.
As they walked, Poulos spoke.  "Your Gaius is a most wonderful companion,
Tullius.  You would do well to follow his advice in non-military
matters."
"I will heed your words Poulos."  Poulos smiled.
"General Kitos is a very fair man, Tullius.  He realizes that with the
roll of a die  by one of the gods, he could be in your position.  Do keep
that in mind."  He paused.  "He also speaks excellent Latin.  And Greek.
He will probably let you choose the language of discourse."   They were
before Kitos' tent.   Kitos smiled as he exited.  It was clear:  he had
bathed as best as the circumstances permitted when camp was pitched.  His
hair was washed too.  Tullius took in the taller, hairy man, and sighed.
He could easily fall in love with Kito:  the short beard, the wicked
smile, the daring black eyes and the close cropped, curly hair.  His arms
suggested that he was hairy beneath the tunic.  His son's gifts
suggested....
"TULLIUS!  At long last.  I am surprised my son permitted you to leave
his sights."  He smiled at Poulos who said  "Your son does obey filial
rules, General.  He would not deny you your fair request.  After all,
this slave IS , ultimately, YOUR slave."
"Please come in  Tullius.  We will have a talk before.... we retire."  He
turned to Poulos and the sentries.  "Tullius is well aware of his
situation and that of his Gaius and his men.  There will be no
problems."  He turned to Tullius.  "Am I correct?"  Tullius lowered his
head.  "Yes general.  You are correct."
"You may remove his shackles.  And there is no need to not go to your
meals.  You will know if I require assistance."

He pointed to a small cushion.  "It is not the comfort of a chair in an
atrium Tullius, but it is softer than the ground.  Please accept it."
Tullius sat and Kitos picked up a flagon of wine.
"Let us share a drink to meetings, Tullius."  Tullius made a bitter
face.  Kitos saw it.  "That is fine.  You can choose not to drink with
me, but... I assure you, you will feel better if you do."
"My men.   What has happened to them.  I only saw..."
"Three, Tullius?"
"Yes, just three.  There were more."
Kito sighed.  "Yes, Poulos told me that would be your first concern.
There were fewer prisoners than you might have imagined Tullius.  To the
credit of your men, most fought to the death.
"But not all!  I saw the line of prisoners."
"Indeed.  " Again he sighed.  "Tullius, surely you Romans follow the same
tradition Corinthians do and sacrifice to the gods after a victory, do
you not?"
"Indeed.  To neglect such is to bring the wrath of the divine upon you."
 At that moment,  Tullius realized they were speaking Latin.  "Should I
switch to Greek, General Kito?"
"Not necessary.  I learned Latin as a child.  And I have tried my best to
maintain it."
"You speak it beautifully.  To return to my men."
"As I told you, Corinthians sacrifice as do Romans.  When Romans are
victorious, what is key to their sacrifice?"
"To appease the gods of war, the defeated leader.  The general...." He
stopped. He saw Kitos smile.
"Indeed.  By the rites of warfare and sacrifice, your blood should be
splashed across an altar.  It is not.  You have my son to thank for
that."
"But... sacrifice MUST be made."
"And it was, Tullius. It was.  Rest assured, the five received all the
honors that a defeated soldier should receive. "
Tullius sighed.  "So they died for me.  I carry that guilt."
"No, Tullius, you carry no guilt.  Gaius will explain to you:  each was
asked if he would give his life for yours.  All agreed.  "
"That does not suffice to quench my guilt, General Kito."
"Sip the wine.  It will steady you."  Tullius reached for the wine.  It
was better than any he had drunk since the start of the campaign.  "The
others?"
"You do not see them, but they are at work. Many are grinding the grains
we are using to feed all of us, and yourself and Gaius.  They will be put
to work in Corinth.  The three most comely - after  you - were selected
by our generals to provide companionship before we return home.
"And after that?"  Kito shrugged his shoulders:  "the brothels?  Or the
generals will keep them. Or they will find other keepers.  They will
live. The beautiful always do."  He rose from his cushion and advanced to
Tullius.  He rubbed a thumb over Tullius' cheek.
"And there are few more beautiful than you are Tullius."  His finger
dropped down to Tullius' lips. Arkos was right:  Kitos was MUCH more
gentle and MUCH more subtle.  And the subtlety was working, in concert
with the less subtle eroticism of Kitos' body.   Before he fell under the
spell he felt Kitos weaving, he asked.
"How did you learn your Latin, Lord Kitos?"
"AH.  Now that is a tale.  It will take much longer than we have to tell
Tullius, so I will provide an abridgement.  However, you must NOT repeat
the tale..."  He removed his hand from Tullius' face.  "Or you  WILL go
to the altar, together with Gaius."
"How does Gaius play into this General?"  Tullius saw the sigh from Kitos
well up in his abdomen.
"Gaius is my father, Tullius."
"BY THE GODS .  WHAT?"
"Yes.  When I was taken from our home, I was brought to Corinth and
received training in the same way you did, when you were taken from
Abruzzo.  " He paused again.  "As I have said, we are much more similar
than we are different, beautiful man."  Kitos rose. He smiled at
Tullius.
"We will have more time to talk.  But night is falling.  It is time."
Tullius understood.  He rose .  "May I remove your tunic, General?"
Kitos smiled.  "It is true.  You CAN catch more flies with honey than
vinegar.  My son still needs to learn that. "  What Tullius saw confirmed
that Arkos' "gift" came from his father.
"My son prefers to take his men from behind."
"He does general."
"I prefer to see their faces.  And I prefer to share lips.  Please remove
your loincloth, Tullius."
"Yes my general."  Tullius prepared to lie down.  Kitos stopped him.
"NO.  I will put you on your back. After..." He kissed Tullius fully on
his mouth. Any resistance Tullius had disappeared.  He put up no fight
when Kitos lowered him to the mat.
"I can see.  You've been used.  I will be more gentle.  As long as you
are agreeable."
"Yes General Kitos.  I will try to satisfy you."
As Kitos entered him, Tullius thought back to what that first "lover" had
taught him.
"OH.  You know the trick of the tightened gluteus.  I am glad.  It is one
of my favorites.  You will do it everytime we couple.  And...."  He
smiled as he put his hand on Tullius' left hip and heard him moan.
"Yes, I know much more than you may think.  But the time for talking has
passed."
Greek has a verb "to fuck, " and a verb  "to make love."  In fact, more
than one for each.  So, too, does Latin.  Kito and Tullius didn't fuck.
They made love.  Twice.  Or was it three times?  They were interrupted in
what would have been the third consummation by the sentry announcing
first light, and time to begin breaking camp to return to Corinth.