Date: Tue, 23 Jun 2020 15:16:35 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Glaucus and Marcellus - Installment 13

In the bed slave quarters,  Flavius, Ahmad and Eric also slept well.
Flavius dreamed of his life back on the farm, and of his wife.  He
alternated between wishing to know what had happened to her, and not.
When they were captured, the first thing the soldiers had done was to
separate the men from the women.  Then they further separated young men,
like his son, from older men.  Then the slaughter began.  There was a
sword pointed at his throat, before a senior guard looked at him.
"WAIT.  This one may be of value to a Roman who appreciates a handsome
older man.  He stays."    Of his village, which contained about 150
people, there were only 22 men who were allowed to live.

The new life here was a change, and much of it left Flavius with mixed
feelings.  He had worked so hard as a farmer, and he enjoyed the life.
He was a free man.  Here, as a slave, he ate better, had better clothes,
and a better life than he did on that farm.  Balancing that against the
loss of his wife, and the fact that reunions with his son were left to
chance, was difficult.

So, too, was what was happening to his desires.  When he was told why he
was on this estate, he thought seriously of seeking poison.  He knew the
poisons that the estate knew were kept very much under guard, but these
Romans didn't know how combinations of different herbs could lead to
death - and he did.  He could find them, and end things.  Still, there
was his son.  Whatever else was happening , his son was alive.   At
first, that kept him from doing anything that could bring harm to
himself.  And now, there was more.  The first time Glaucus had taken
him,  he was surprised by the pleasure it induced.  It wasn't enormous,
but it was there, for sure.  So, too, when he wrestled Marcellus.  The
thirst for victory became more than that.  And now, locked up as he was,
his desires were strong.  And when he dreamed, it was either of plunging
his sword into Marcellus, or having Glaucus' sword plunged into him..  He
had been told this wasn't right, but... looking at the domain of Glaucus,
it did not seem the gods had singled him out for any punishment.

In Glaucus' quarters, Marcellus stirred in his Master's strong arms.
Every night, he thought.  "He conquered me.  That is how it is.  He takes
what he wants."  Right now, it seemed Glaucus wanted nothing but sleep.
In contrast, Marcellus' desires were beginning to grow.  The marble pole
he had been forced to wear, pressed against pleasure centers of his
anus.  He was sure Glaucus knew that.  Shifting to avoid the stimulation,
just caused stimulation to another part.  And he grew stiff in his cage.
Perhaps... just perhaps..."  He shifted and it worked.  Glaucus hand,
positioned on his nipple, moved, and began to stroke that nipple.

"OH.. YES My Lord."  Marcellus whispered, as Glaucus began to wake.
"It seems my soldier is at attention, and needing tending to."
"My Lord, I cannot help it.  It is the... device.  It is stimulating
me.."
"Then perhaps you should be wearing it at all times, Marcellus."
 Glaucus laughed, just before he rolled Marcellus on his back.  "You are
going to be spending much more time in this bed chamber Marcellus.  I
think you need much more attention from me than you have been getting."

"As you will My Lord.."  He sighed, and then he felt Glaucus' tight grip
on his nipples.  His moans grew louder.  "MY LORD.  Please grant me the
pleasure of your sword, rather than a marble one.."

Glaucus smiled.  "Yes, indeed.  You need more than the toy from
Portius."  He slowly removed it, twisting as he did, to cause as much
stimulation as he could.
"Do you have a Master, Marcellus?"  Glaucus smiled at his captive
"Yes My Lord.  It is you.  I belong to you."
"Indeed, Marcellus, you do.  Even  THIS part of you."  He began to slide
into the man's hole, and both began to moan from pleasure.  "The spoils
of war... " Glaucus laughed when he was finished.  "You could be in the
mines.  Instead, you are living a life many men would have if they could.
Do not forget that."


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At sunrise, as Marcellus was readying himself for the gymnasium, Glaucus
spoke.  "Wait here for a minute Marcellus."  He summoned Collepherus
"Bring Eric here.  Have him dressed for sport."

Eric appeared immediately.  The day was humid, and his hair was even
curlier than usual.  From servile position, he asked.  "My Lord wished to
see me?"
Glaucus smiled.  Even after the busy night with Marcellus, this young man
roused him.
"Marcellus, I wish for you to take Eric to the gymnasium today.  Eric,
you are growing.  You are somewhere between boy and young man, and a
young man should not have the body of a boy.  Clodius will see to your
training.  As will Marcellus."
Eric could not help but smile.  He desired both Marcellus and Flavius,
but only Flavius had taken him.  Even to be in Marcellus' presence was
arousing.
"Thank you My Lord.  I hope that the work in the gymnasium makes me more
desirable to you."
"It will," Glaucus smiled.  "Marcellus and Flavius can tell you how fond
I am of a muscled man."  Marcellus blanched at that.   "I am sure that
Clodius and I will make him a strong young man, My Lord."  He winced as
he said that.  He had said it once of Demos.  And he had.   then, when
his desire for Demos grew unmanageable, he had taken him.  Would that
happen with Eric?"

On the way out of the estate to the gymnasium,  Marcellus saw Urban being
led to his father.  "Ave et Salve Marcellus, Eric. "   The two returned
the greeting, before leaving to walk to the gymnasium.

"Urban is here again, Eric?"
"Yes.  It is a reward to Flavius.  Flavius will be in charge of the
gardens, and Urban will be assisting him. "
"So he is to come here every day."
"That is correct."
That thought angered Marcellus.  Urban was of another estate,  and he
would see his beloved father every day.  Yet Demos lived under the same
roof, and Marcellus rarely saw him, and never had time with him.  When
had Flavius become Glaucus' favorite? He thought HE was the favorite."

"Marcellus.  Please be careful when you are walking.  You almost  stepped
into..."  Eric showed him a large pile of horse manure.
"Oh, thank you Eric.  I was thinking, and they were not happy thoughts. "
"You are thinking of Demos, my friend."
Marcellus grinned weakly.  "How did you know?"
"You have a look when you think of him.  It goes from a smile, to a dark
cloud in an instant.  "
"He is my consort, Eric.  I want to be back with him."
Eric grinned.  "The next moon is in a span of seven suns.  Should you
challenge, and win, remember that you may choose any slave you wish.  It
need not be Flavius.  "
"This is true, rubrus."  (Rubrus, or red, was the nickname they had given
to  Eric).  "But to defeat Flavius... he beat me soundly .  "
"Flavius has his weak spots, that only a bed partner would know.  They
can be yours Marcellus. For compensation."
Marcellus looked at him and stopped walking.  "What compensation would
you have?  I have nothing."
Eric smiled more.  "But you are wrong there.  Yes, I desire your sword
Marcellus, but that is not to be granted, I know.  However, one can do
much with hands. With fingers.  With a tongue. I am certain Demos taught
you much about how to bring pleasure, and I am sure that Glaucus has
taught you more." He paused.  "We may in fact object to being objects of
pleasure in the house of Glaucus, but we must admit, he has made us all
reach heights we did not imagine we could."
Marcellus blushed.  The young man was right.  "I will agree to your
terms.  When we have opportunity, I would like you to tell me what you
know.  And in return, I will give you what you wish."


Back at the estate, Flavius and Urban presented themselves to Glaucus.
He had not called for them; however, Urban had advised his father that
this would serve them well.  The worst that could happen would be to be
denied entry.  Yet it was granted.   Urban fell to his knees, and pulled
his father down along side of him.
"Lord Glaucus, we have come, without permission, solely to thank you for
your gift to us.  We will serve your gardens well, My Lord."
Flavius picked up the cue.  "My son speaks true, My Lord.  We will make
you proud of what the garden produces.  It will make you happy to look
upon it."
Glaucus was pleased with the initiative.  "You are welcome Flavius,
Urban.  Flavius, you have been loyal to me, and Urban, I am told that you
make my good friend Portius very happy. "  He paused.  "Flavius, know
that I am declaring this evening an evening of revelry.  As alpha, your
cage will be removed. " He smiled wickedly.  "Perhaps you will spend part
of the day thinking on how  you would use it."


In the garden,  Flavius and Urban were joined by six other slaves.  These
slaves had been purchased recently, from a conquest in Macedonia.  There
would be language problems, but the language of plants is common.
Flavius was able to assign tasks to each of them, while he took Urban
with him to begin the task of clearing old plantings for new ones.

"Father, careful .  That plant is poisonous."
Flavius smiled.  "Yes, my son, I know.  Look.  It has formed seed pods.
Wrap your hands in your tunic, and help me to gather them."
Urban was confused.  "Father..."
He smiled.  "Yes, it is risky.  We will plant them in an obscure part of
the garden.  It may work, it may not;  however, this may be a way to find
our freedom.  Their gestation is long:  at least 110 days.  But we may
very well be able to put them into the food of our Lords, and find a way
to freedom for us all."


Eric had done well for his first day at the gymnasium.  "I will wait with
you for the attendant to bring you back to the estate, Eric," Marcellus
spoke to him.  "I don't have authorization to teach you swordsmanship
yet,  and you're not quite strong enough."  He smiled.  "Perhaps in six
months."
Eric was quick to answer.  "My swordsmanship is unsurpassed.  I proved
two sheaths for every man's sword."
Marcellus laughed.  "you enjoy being a bed slave Eric."
"I do.  It was always so.  Perhaps there is some trick of the gods
involved, but from as early as I can remember, I enjoyed the feel of a
man's sword.  And I confess:  I do not seem to be able to get my fill."
Marcellus rumpled his sweaty hair.  "You are more than amusing Eric.  But
serious swordsmanship is something every young man should know, in my
opinion.  You will learn from me."
"I am told that you are the best.  With many swords."  Again, Eric gave
an alluring smile.   "Yes, Demos and I have spoken Marcellus.  I have
been to the baths, and we have talked.  And yes... I DO know your secrets
too."
"How did you learn what you know about Flavius ?  You have not had him
yet."
"He speaks in his sleep Marcellus.  He was nervous about your combat.
All had told him that he should be prepared to receive a Materan sausage,
but not in his mouth.  He was scared.  Nay, he was terrified.  And then,
of course, there is the day I spent with.." and he made a face  "Portius.
BY THE GODS  that man is not nearly the man he thinks he is.  I pity
Urban.  And I pity the time Demos was there.  But Urban has his own
weaknesses, and Portius exploited those.  And he learned.   Then, when I
exploited his..."

Marcellus shook his head.  "This is all madness.  There are no secrets in
this town .  NONE."  He realized when Eric was speaking that,  when he
had his night with Demos,  the young man seemed remarkably undamaged by
his time with Portius.  He trusted the youth.

Collepherus appeared.  "Have you enjoyed the gymnasium Eric?'
Again, the humor  "I did  Collepherus.  Not nearly as much as I enjoyed
the variety of men there."
Marcellus and Collepherus exchanged looks.  "I see.  Perhaps we can find
you work there as an... ahem, attendant."


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At the end of the day, after all had returned to the estate,  and Flavius
had kissed his son goodbye,  Glaucus came into the slaves' quarters.  All
four of them took the servile position as Glaucus walked in.  "I hope
that my pretties have had good days..." He looked at Flavius..  "You will
need a bath, as will you Marcellus.  And you Eric.  Eric, to the guest
baths. Make sure that Tertius takes care of you.  "  Marcellus' heart
sank.  That was where Demos worked in the house.  Glaucus turned to
Marcellus and gave him an evil smile.  He knew exactly what he had just
done.  He then sent Flavius to the master baths.  "Marcellus.."  another
smile.  "You will use my private bath.  I will tend to you myself."

The slaves looked at each other with surprise.  Glaucus NEVER took the
opportunity to bathe another man, unless... unless he was courting him.
  "And Flavius, when your bath is complete, please visit my quarters.  I
will remove your cage for the evening."

Eric smiled internally.  He had already figured out the logistics.
Marcellus would be in Glaucus bed that night - he knew it.  Flavius would
be a free man, and Marcellus would not be available.  He would see if he
could talk Tertius into cleaning  him thoroughly.

"My Lord, I am capable of washing myself."  Marcellus announced when he
was in Glaucus' quarters.
"I am aware of that Marcellus.  I have given my instructions.  The bath
is prepared.  Enter it."
"Yes My Lord."
"Your hair has not been cleaned properly in too long a time.  Immerse
yourself Marcellus."
"Yes My Lord"  Marcellus, of course, who did not swim, feared immersion.
He feared Glaucus more, and put his head into the water.  Glaucus pulled
it out after ten seconds.

"We simply need to get the most filthy items out.  And we have.  I am
going to ask  to have you taken to the barber.  This hair has grown so
thick it detracts from your beauty. He smiled.

"My Lord, if I may, I would ask you something."
"You may ask me after you have dried, and after we have proceeded as I
have planned."
Marcellus had to admit that the bath he had been given by Glaucus was
exceptional.  The washing of his genitals had been very careful and far
from arousing.  Glaucus had massaged his feet, and had found a callus
Marcellus did not even know he had.    He finished his drying, and
presented himself to Marcellus.

"Very nice.  You make a very good appearance Marcellus.  Please rest
against the restraining wall."  Glaucus had a special room , where one of
the walls was equipped with restraints.  He took Marcellus there now, and
shackled his wrists.  Marcellus felt his cock tick up.  It ticked up
harder, when Glaucus ran his finger up the middle of his torso.  "What is
your question, your concern Marcellus?"

"My Lord, I was under the assumption that you favor me.."  He bit his lip
as Marcellus' finger found his nipple and played with it.
"And indeed, I do, Marcellus.  What makes you think I do not?" He took
both nipples, and Marcellus had to catch a breath before he continued.
"My Lord, I see how you favor Flavius with visits from his son.  I see
how you have let Eric attend the gymnasium.  From what I can see, Ahmad
is allowed to participate in any activity he wishes.  Yet, my one wish
will not be granted...  OH. OH..."  He began to squirm as Glaucus nibbled
on his nipple.

"Your wish is for time with Demos"
"Yes My Lord."
Glaucus reached down, and he turned the locks to remove the cage from
Marcellus' cock.  He smiled as he began handling the immediately hard
sword of Marcellus.
"I thought you would understand why this is the case Marcellus."
"You wish for me to agree to be your consort, My Lord.  "
"Indeed, I do."
"My Lord, I cannot agree to that.."  Marcellus sucked in his breath.
Glaucus' manipulation of his cock was  stimulating him more than he had
been stimulated in a long, long time.  Demos' tongue could do that, but
this...."
"Well, absence from Demos may change your mind.  And again,  you may wish
to consider this:  at any time, it is my right to sell Demos to any
merchant I wish.."  Glaucus continued the work on Marcellus' cock.  He
had the man moaning.
"I do understand that My Lord.   But I am promised to him."
"Promises can be broken.  "
"I will not break mine, My Lord.."
Glaucus fairly cackled.  "I know.  And if I cannot have you as my
consort, neither shall he.  But I shall have you here, as frequently as I
want, and in any way that I want.  "  He looked at Marcellus' face.  "It
appears that you wish to spill your seed."
"Yes My Lord.  I beg for that."
Glaucus smacked Marcellus cock.  "NO."  You will NOT.  "  When his cock
receded, Glaucus locked it up again.  "My time in the bedroom with  you
will increase, and it will be much more challenging on you physically."
He released the restraints from the wall.  "SIT IN THE BONDAGE CHAIR
SLAVE."
When Marcellus had moved to the chair, Glaucus bound him, using chain
rather than his usual rope.
"You know, I do not feel inclined to remove your cage again.  Next time,
I will.  For now..."  He brought over the fasteners he had used on
Marcellus' nipples once before.  Before he applied them, he filled
Marcellus' mouth with a horse bit.  Even with that, the application of
the fasteners caused such pain, that it was heard in the bed slave
quarters.

"Hmmm.  I wonder what Marcellus did to enrage him," said Ahmad, to no one
in particular.  Flavius, denied access to Marcellus, had taken Eric to
his bed, and Flavius was moaning louder than Eric.

"Shall I remove these Marcellus?"  Marcellus , through tears, shook his
head yes.
"I will remove them, if you take my sword in your mouth.  "
A pause, and then a gentle head shake for yes.
Glaucus pulled them off for maximum pain.  Then he removed the bit gag.
"My Lord seems exceptionally cruel tonight."
"My slave seems exceptionally obstinate.  OPEN YOUR MOUTH."  Glaucus
filled Marcellus' mouth with his sword.  It was, without question, one of
the acts Marcellus most hated.  Demos had done this to HIM, and a
reversal was still a sting to him."
"I will not feed you seed tonight, Marcellus, but I will make those
beautiful lips sore."
He pulled his cock out.  It was wet, and hard.  Marcellus' was hard too,
though he was   trapped in that cage.

"My Lord, I beg you . I need relief.  I need relief badly. "
"Then win the next competition. For now... on the bed, slave."
Marcellus had no choice but to obey, and again, Glaucus  bound his wrists
to the bed, but had him face down.
"That beautiful  receptacle of yours, needs, perhaps a wakening.."
Marcellus saw Glaucus go into the other room, and he came back with a
very small whip.
"I imagine you were whipped as a small boy Marcellus.  Now, you will be
whipped as a MAN."
Glaucus started with a very soft, measured, slow cadence.  It barely
disturbed Marcellus.  Then it grew stronger.  And stronger.  The strokes
were harder than anything he had ever felt.  Marcellus' body was battle
toughened, but there had never been any reason to harden this part, and
the pain was growing.  Glaucus saw the red rising on Marcellus, and he
heard the soft weeping.
'PLEASE MY LORD.  NO MORE.  PLEASE.  PLEASE. "
Glaucus smiled.  "I have enjoyed this beating.  There will be more, but
not tonight. For now..."  He pushed the reddened cheeks of Marcellus
apart.  Even a gentle touch was maddening for the soldier.  He felt
Glaucus finger roughly probing him.  "You may not be my consort,
Marcellus, but you ARE my slave.  MY BITCH.  AND I WILL TAKE YOU THE WAY
A HOUND TAKES HIS BITCH."
"Yes My Lord," he moaned through gritted teeth, as Marcellus pierced
him.  The sensation from the whipping, made the taking that much more
intense.  Glaucus was FAR from gentle, as he pounded the captured
general.  "How does that feel, Materan?"
"My Lord, it is painful. But pleaurable."
"HEH HEH HEH.  Think of how many times you have made DEMOS suffer from
your brutality.  It is all now coming back to you, slave."   There was
one final push, and Marcellus felt the waves of Glaucus seed fill him.

"You will not be leaving me tonight Marcellus.  And I am FAR from
finished with you." He chained Marcellus' wrists together as he prepared
him for bed.  Then he took a larger plug and inserted it in Marcellus'
hole.  He laughed.  "Perhaps incubating my seed, will lead to you
becoming the first pregnant Materan man.  HAHAHAHAHAHA."  Marcellus could
say nothing, only be grateful that this humiliation was not happening in
front of anyone else.

As Glaucus got into bed with Marcellus, his hand on his sore nipple,
Eric was telling Flavius.  "Now, gently,  When you're taking a boy's
mouth, little by little.  Eventually, you can shove it all in.. THERE we
go..."