Date: Tue, 30 Jun 2020 14:01:46 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Glaucus and Marcellus - Installment 14

Marcellus walked off to the gymnasium that morning with less than steady
legs.  Glaucus had taken him hard before, but never the way he did the
night before.  He rubbed what he knew was a bite mark on his neck, and
walked to try to ameliorate the soreness from having been taken three
times.  And the three times had been vigorous.  Between the piercing, the
forcing of Glaucus cock down his throat, and the bondage and tickling, he
didn't know if he could do his regular routine at the gymnasium.  Eric,
walking besides him , was no help.
"You were right Marcellus.  Flavius' cock is not long.  Not nearly as
long as yours.  But it's thick.  It reminded me of some of the sausages
we would eat at home."

Marcellus laughed, but also winced.  He remembered one night  with Demos
when he had called him to a supper of his favorite sausage, and then
shoved his sword down his throat over and over again.  It seemed that the
slang word was used in many languages.

"Marcellus, have you heard the rumors?"
"What rumors Eric?
"Rome will be going to war again soon.  It isn't expected to be a big
one, but there has been an uprising of Gauls, and they will need to send
troops."
"I'm sure that  the generals have it under control.  And I'm sure that
Glaucus will remain behind. " He huffed  "Given his stature as the
conqueror of the Materan general, he would only be used in major
campaigns now. "
"I suppose you're right Marcellus.  I wonder who they will send.  The
booty from this one is not supposed to be as great."  He smiled.  "The
Gauls are big, but I think they are ugly.  There were some in Hibernia.
I didn't enjoy them."
Marcellus laughed.  "How many different men have you had, rubus? " He
used Eric's nickname.
"Oh my, Marcellus.  I like to think of it as how many men have been
blessed with my skills.  I think it is probably over 50." He grinned.
"I'm working on having Clodius.  He is a challenge."
"And you are a SLUT."

Eric laughed.  "By the way Marcellus, do not forget that you can put in
your challenge to become alpha slave today.  The moon is over, and
Flavius must now defend himself.  Ahmad and I will certainly not be
challenging.
Marcellus stopped.  "I had forgotten the time, Eric.  Now I must remember
to bring this before Glaucus."  He pointed down to the cage.  "I will be
OUT of this, at least for a while.'

Eric smiled.  "My bet is that you are not interested in taking Flavius.
That you will claim Demos for your reward if you win."

"Indeed you are right."

"You do know that, as we speak, he is, as they say,  'doing his duty for
Rome'.

Marcellus stopped again.  "What do you mean of that Eric?"

"All men in the city, regardless of what their preferences are, must
procreate.  One way or the other.  They are called to it once they
develop facial hair.  Refusal leads to death.  Since Marcellus has the
hair of a man, rather than the down of a youth, like myself, he has been
called to perform.  Tertius brought in three ladies last night.  Demos
was to choose one, and take her last night.  "

Marcellus laughed.  "That would be interesting.  The lad has not used his
sword since I have known him."

"Ah, Marcellus.  You do not know of the wiles of Tertius and his
partner.  They have strong magic from Greece.  And they are not above
'assistance'.  Tertius is old, for sure, but the stories are that, with
his few teeth, his mouth has become softer, and much better at extending
a sword."

His consort was being forced to procreate!  This disturbed Marcellus
greatly.  He had not been called to do so, and wondered why.  And what
did this mean?  Glaucus?  Had he in fact done his "part for Rome," and
did he have children?

They arrived at the gymnasium and Clodius greeted them.  He sent Eric in
with a class of beginners.  "Marcellus, my instructions from your Lord
are that I am to train you out of doors until your flesh is bronzed. "
He lowered his voice.  "But I must also speak with you of important
matters."

"Clodius my friend, you always speak wisely.  What is on your mind?"
"I imagine you have heard the rumors of war."

"I did, but only this morning, from Eric."

Clodius smiled.  "That is the work of Glaucus.  He does not want you to
know what may be at stake."

"Then tell me friend.  Eric told me that Glaucus probably would NOT go to
war."

"Indeed, he will not.  Not for a small skirmish like this.  It will
probably be over in months.  This may be important to you, Marcellus."

"And why is that friend?"

"Under Roman law, Marcellus, all Roman men must serve  the city.  Slaves
have no obligation, but the state may call on them.  Further, slaves may
volunteer."  He paused.  'Should the slave distinguish himself, he may be
granted the rights of a freeman."


"A freeman?  What is that Clodius."

He smiled . "I am a freeman Marcellus.  I am permitted to own property,
and to carry on my own business.  I need not live at a Lord's pleasure,
but I MUST serve the Lord who purchased me should he choose."

Marcellus thought.  "So, if I were to go to war, and gain regard, I might
be able to claim partial freedom from the estate of Glaucus. "

"Indeed you might my friend.   Glaucus clearly does not wish for you to
know.  He fears that if you knew, you would do what I expect you will do,
and volunteer.  You were a successful general. I have no doubt that the
army would trust you with a small command."

"Clodius, my friend, you have made this day better.  I will admit, I was
quite broken after a night with Glaucus."
Clodius smiled.  "Yes.  I can see that he was more aggressive than
usual.  I see the marks on your neck."
Marcellus blushed.  "There are more.  But this is the life of a bed slave
to Glaucus.  But perhaps."
"Be advised Marcellus, it can be a slippery slope.  You will perhaps gain
freeman status.  Demos will not."

That information struck Marcellus like a whip.  "You mean we would still
not be together."
"Almost certainly not, my friend.  Unless Demos gained freeman status,
you would have to secure sufficient funds to be able to purchase him from
Glaucus - or have Glaucus agree to release him.  " He paused.  "And many
men who gain their freedom, renounce it so as to stay under the roof of
their Lord. You have much to consider."

"I do my friend.  I thank you.  I will try to concentrate on the
exercises today, but you will understand if I am distracted."


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At the estate,  Tertius had just brought in a breakfast to Demos and
Cynthia, the woman with whom he had spent the night.   Cynthia was
smiling.    "So, my lovely,  I was your first woman?"
Demos blushed.  "You were Cynthia.  I had been the consort of Marcellus.
And then the bed slave of Portius."

She looked puzzled.  "Marcellus is a slave here.  He is Glaucus' bed
slave.  " She smiled.  "The rumors are that Glaucus is totally smitten
with Marcellus.  That he would give him anything if he would agree to
become his consort."
Demos' expression darkened.  "It may be true.  But Marcellus remains
loyal to me."

She put her long fingers on Demos' neck.  "You sweet boy.  Caged as he
is, kept separate from you, how loyal can he be."  She kissed the young
man.  "And your sword functions very well, even if it were driven by
thoughts of Marcellus."

Demos blushed.  "It is not my sword that thinks of Marcellus."  She
laughed.  "Then who?  It was not me, that I know."  Demos blushed again.

"AH.  I know who it is. It is Tertius.  You would have the old man."

"NO.  IT IS ERIC"   and then he realized what he had said.  "Please do
not tell.  Please Cynthia.  I do not want Marcellus to hear."

She kissed him.  "Your secret is safe with me young man.   It is POSSIBLE
that you have planted a young tree in me, but we will not know. I may
wish for another evening as your garden."  She looked at him with steely
eyes.  "I am sure you will grant it."

Demos stood.  He was coming into his height, but Cynthia was a tall
woman.  "Yes, as you wish.  May I help you with your robes?"

"Indeed you may young man."  As he folded the cloth as Tertius had taught
him, she said  "you are very well trained Demos.  Whomever you serve is
fortunate."


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When he had spent the time at the gymnasium and the gladiatorial academy,
Marcellus returned to the estate.  Eric had already done so.  At the bed
slave quarters, he was not surprised to find that Glaucus had summoned
him.  It was the usual order  "Make yourself presentable, then announce
yourself to Collepherus."  This summons, however, also contained the
instructions  "you will join me for dinner.  There is kid goat, which is
an aphrodisiac"  Marcellus smiled.  The last thing Glaucus needed was an
aphrodisiac.  He sighed.  He'd be sore again.

He had a bath, and found a clean loin cloth.  Glaucus wanted him
presented only in a loin cloth when he called for him.    He walked to
Glaucus' rooms .  Collepherus was there, in a dark green robe.  He had
recently had his head shaven, and looked more fearsome than usual.

"Marcellus, on time as usual.  Please prepare to present yourself."
 Marcellus put his hands behind his back and bowed his head, as
Collepherus opened the door.  Glaucus was at his desk, reading yet more
scrolls.

"Ah, excellent . Marcellus.  The sun has done you well.  Thank you
Collepherus.  I will let you know when we will call for dinner, but there
is ample time for a visit to Eric.

Collepherus smiled.  "I thank you my Lord."  And he was gone."

Glaucus smiled.  "Marcellus, I have been thinking of you all morning. As
you can see."  He parted his toga.

"Does MY Lord wish his sword swallowed?"

"Indeed he does.  He wishes it swallowed slowly."
"As  you will."  Marcellus got down on his knees in front of Glaucus, and
took his cock in his mouth.  He began sliding back and forth.  Glaucus
put down his scroll, and smiled, as he closed his eyes.

"I think frequently, of how I have a conquered general at my feet,
swallowing me.  It is why I sacrifice greatly to the gods. "  He grabbed
Marcellus' hair.  'THE WHOLE SWORD SLAVE. NOT JUST THE POINT."  Marcellus
began to gag, but Glaucus kept his head pinned firmly on the full length
of his sword.  "I could bite this off with no trouble," thought
Marcellus  "but it would mean the end for me, and who would protect
Demos?   "  So he gagged, and held the sword, running his tongue along
the length of it, until he heard the sigh out of Glaucus, and felt the
warm fluid snake down his throat.  Glaucus smiled, as he played with
Marcellus' hair.

"Unquestionably, the best in the estate at that Marcellus.  It is amazing
what training can do, do you not agree?"
"I would My Lord."

Glaucus smiled.  "You have not been here all that long, and I dare say it
is a safe bet that you had never done that before your capture."

"That is true My Lord.  "  He paused.  "I was used to having Demos do it,
after years of others."

Glaucus shook his head  "Ah, yes, Demos.  It was not easy, but he may
very well have fulfilled his obligation to Rome today Marcellus.  Your
turn will be soon."

"Please My Lord.  I do not wish to hear about what you have forced my
Demos to do."

Glaucus reared up, and looked at  him angrily.  "YOUR Demos, SLAVE?
There is no YOUR.  You are a  SLAVE.  MY Demos.  MY Marcellus.  MY Eric.
 Anything you have, is a result of my largess . I do not know why you do
not accept that."

Marcellus brought his head to the ground, in submission.  "My error My
Lord.  Still, though, I do not wish to hear of what Demos was forced to
do."

"He performed more than adequately, is the report of the lady with whom
he shared a bed."

Marcellus did not speak.

"Your obligation will be met shortly Marcellus.  And the lady in whom
Demos had planted a tree has a sister.  I will see to it that you and
Demos are related by more than your... activities."

Again, Marcellus said nothing.  "You will be busy Marcellus.  " He
smiled.  "I am looking forward to the wrestling match with Flavius for
next week."

"If I may My Lord, I will announce to you now, that I would choose Demos
as my spoils if I were blessed to win."

"And I will honor that request Marcellus.  "

"My Lord, I would also ask your blessing for me to do something for the
glorious state of Rome."

Glaucus smiled  "And what would that be, Marcellus?"

"The rumors of war.  With the Gauls.  I would volunteer to serve in the
Roman army."

"Hmmm.  I have played chess for years, Marcellus, and I can see your
endgame.  I would remind you that a slave needs his Lord's permission to
serve."

"I understand that My Lord.  That is why I raise it."

"I will consider it.  Conscription has not yet begun  ."  He paused.
"Rest assured, however, that permission will NOT be granted without
consideration from you, Marcellus."

"My Lord, I do not know what consideration you can request.  As you have
pointed out, I have nothing.  All belongs to you."

"AH, Marcellus, fair with respect to the tangible.  I will consider it,
as I have said.  For now, though, you will join me at dinner.  He clapped
his hands and Collepherus entered.

"Collepherus, you have returned quickly."  The attendant smiled.  "My
Lord, Eric is skilled."  They shared a glance and laughed  "So he is.
Not in the way this one is though."

Collepherus grinned.  "My Lord, I would not know.  You have made clear
that he is YOURS."

"And he will be tonight.  But first, some kid goat.  " He looked at
Marcellus.   "I am certain that my general has not quite recovered from
last night, and needs fortification."


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The cook had in fact prepared a marvelous dinner of the kid goat.

"So, Marcellus.  Tell me how Eric is doing at the gymnasium.  It appears
to me that his musculature is improving."

"It is My Lord.  Clodius has to reprimand him for sneaking to the sauna,
but as of now, rest assured, there has been no 'contamination."

"Then he has not swallowed any of those lecherous men?"

"There is no talk of that My Lord.  And there would be.  You flatter me
by telling me my mouth is better than his.  I am sure that there would be
talk if someone had had his mouth. "

"Indeed.  There would be.  "  He paused.  "Marcellus, I have made a
decision.  It impacts you, so I will announce it to you first.  I am
going to ask Flavius to become my consort."

Marcellus nearly dropped his wine goblet.  "My Lord.  You would choose
him over me?"

Glaucus laughed.  "My jealous Materan.  No, I would not; however, you
will not have me.  Your heart, your soul, they are with Demos, and that
is clear. And I do not grow younger.  "

"Will he accept you My Lord?"

"I do not know, slave.  Yet, there are many reasons for him to accept.
His view of protecting his son is rather different than is yours for
protecting Demos.  And he is an attractive man."

Internally, Marcellus felt his blood burning.  Now, becoming Glaucus'
consort did not seem so bad.

"I wish you luck in your quest, My Lord."

"Thank you Marcellus.  Rest assured I will continue to treat you as one
of my favorite bed slaves , including tonight.  "  He rose.  "Now, wash
your hands, and prepare yourself.  The kid goat has done what I intended
it to do, and I desire you."


From behind, Glaucus put his arms around Marcellus' middle, He pulled him
close.  His teeth found Marcellus' neck and he nibbled.  "Those marks are
healing.  I should leave more.  My own style of branding my slave."
Marcellus began to moan.  Demos had always licked his neck, but had never
used teeth.  The feel of Glaucus' teeth was thrilling, and sent chills to
his own sword.

"My slave likes that, doesn't he?"
"Yes My Lord."
"As much as this?"  Glaucus moved his hand up to Marcellus' chest , and
began squeezing his nipple.

"OOOOOOOOH.  OOOOOOOOH.  "  came out of Marcellus' mouth.  When Glaucus
did that, all of his resistance melted.

"Would My Lord honor the mouth he so favors with a kiss, rather than a
sword?"  Glaucus obliged, forcing Marcellus to take his tongue
completely.  As he pushed the tongue down Marcellus' throat, he forced
him backwards, onto the bed.

"I will bind you tonight Marcellus.  For I want you struggling, but
helpless."  Glaucus fixed the restraints very tightly.  Then he brought
out a small brush, with very rigid bristles.

"From the boar we ate for dinner last week. " He smiled with an evil grin
as he brushed the bristles on Marcellus' eggs.

"OH MY LORD.  Pain and pleasure.  My sword begs for release."

"It will not get it Marcellus. "  Glaucus begin slowly inserting a finger
into Marcellus' hole.  He used a corkscrew motion, which is something he
had not done before, and it drew howls from Marcellus.

"My Lord, I have not felt that before .  It is... It is... Like nothing I
have ever felt."

"And I'm sure that, if you win the wrestling match, Demos will feel it."
Glaucus pushed harder.  He watched Marcellus face.  He wanted him right
at the edge of pain, and when he saw it, he pulled his finger back.

"Next time, I will take you face down.  As I have told you, this estate
has many eyes, and many ears.  Demos has spoken of how he could get what
he wanted from you, by licking the back of your knees."  Marcellus tried
to push up, stunned that Glaucus knew this.  "I will try it tomorrow
night.  For tonight, however, I grow desperately rigid.  Your mouth was
soft, and accommodating, but there is so much more of you Marcellus.  "
He dropped his loin cloth.  Marcellus had lost count of how many times he
had been taken by Glaucus,  and as the man began to push his sword into
him, he just laid back and felt it.  Yes, it felt good.  Did it feel as
good as when he was thrusting into Demos?  He did not know.  As Glaucus
pumped, he began thinking:  should he reconsider the consort role, and
insist on certain freedoms for Demos?   After Glaucus had thrust, and
climaxed, his affection for Marcellus was obvious.  No, they would never
be equals, but Marcellus knew: regardless of Flavius' decision, he would
always be a favorite of Glaucus.  Should he gain freemanship, he was
certain that, to protect Demos, he would have to continue to share
Glaucus' bed with him.

"THE PRICE.  THE RISK"  he thought.  Warfare was never safe, and even the
shortest campaigns took months.  If he did this , what would have
happened while he was gone?  He hadn't spoken to Demos about paying his
'debt to Rome' .  Had he enjoyed it?  Would he still desire him ?  And
what would happen when HE was called up on to pay his debt?  So much
swirled around in his mind.

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As Marcellus drifted off to sleep, in Glaucus' arms,  Collepherus was
sitting, outside of the sleeping quarters, with the managers of the
wrestling ring.  "Then it is settled?  You have spoken to Portius so that
the first match will be Demos and Urban, followed by the match for alpha
dom?

"It is settled Collepherus.  Portius has agreed.  He asked only for a
prime seat.