Date: Fri, 14 Aug 2020 16:23:55 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Glaucus and Marcellus - Installment 19

 Notwithstanding the warm, comfortable quilts, Demos did not sleep well
that night.  He had heard the rumors of Glaucus' sexual appetite, and he
heard  him take Marcellus  two more times that night.  If there were
more, he had slept .

Again, given Glaucus' reputation, after the initial shock of his active
consort being treated like a passive whore,  Demos could at least
understand what was happening.  What he did NOT understand, were the
moans and groans, not of pain, but of pleasure, that came out of
Marcellus while Glaucus was piercing him.  He recalled how, when he made
the sounds himself, Marcellus became more aggressive, and pierced him
more deeply.  That seemed to be happening with Glaucus too.  Every moan
seemed to result in a deeper, harder push - at least based on how the bed
moved.  At one point, Demos forced himself to look.  Again, he saw
Glaucus' now familiar body,  ripped with muscles that rivaled Marcellus'
.  He knew that Glaucus had been a soldier - a very successful one - who
had retired, but had come out of retirement to lead the campaign in the
Materan war.  Usually, in Demos' experience, retired military men let
their bodies relax.  Apparently, Glaucus didn't.  Demos had heard that ,
in addition to defeating Marcellus, Glaucus had defeated  his consort
Flavius, who also had muscles, albeit of a different type.  The old men
had told him, when they were watching the baths, that Glaucus had never
been defeated in hand to hand combat of any type

Demos heard the rooster, and  he rose from the quilts.  Glaucus was also
up, parading his nakedness, his huge sword still erect and hard.
Marcellus was also awaked, but he was ashamed to show his face to Demos.
Glaucus was having none of that.  He grabbed a handful of Marcellus'
thick hair, pulling him to his feet.

"GET UP SLAVE.  Tell this young man how much you enjoyed being taken in
front of him."
"I cannot do that My Lord."
Glaucus laughed.  "That is fine.  I'm sure he knows it.  Your groans
would have told him that.   Now that he knows, perhaps next time, I will
gag you."
Demos had never seen the look of defeat on Marcellus' face.  He saw it
now.

"COLLEPHERUS."  Glaucus called out and the man was at the door.  He was
smiling, undoubtedly from his night 'training Eamon'.
"Yes My Lord?"
"Bring Marcellus back to the bed slave quarters.  He should meet his
countrymen.  I'm sure they have much to talk about."
"I will make it so My Lord."  Collepherus paused  "My Lord, I wish to
thank you for the gift of the Hibernian last night.  It was a pleasure to
introduce him to his new duties  He, too, is with the bed slaves."
"Very good.  So we have Ahmad, Eric, Eamon, Silvus, Antonio, and
Marcellus for now.  It will thin out for sure. "  He smiled.  "Perhaps I
should have Marcellus decide which of them should remain as his
replacement, and which should be sacrificed in gratitude to Mars."

Collepherus led Marcellus away.  Marcellus had no doubt that he could
kill Collepherus with his bare hands, but to what end?  Demos was there
with Glaucus, and that was not a fair match up,  Also, Collepherus went
nowhere without the two Nubian slaves that were his guard.  Defeated,
again, he dropped his head, and walked with the steward.

"I would speak with you Demos."  Glaucus turned to the young man
"I am at your service My Lord."
"Please sit.  " He pointed to one of the tables used by guests when they
were relaxing after the baths.
"Would you have morning wine, Demos?"
"I would have only what you have, My Lord.  And after you."
Glaucus was pleased by the response.  It might have been false, but it
sounded true.
"I must assume that your consort did not discuss his decision to go to
war with you."
"That is correct My Lord.  Had he discussed it with me, it would have
done no good .  Marcellus is a headstrong , stubborn man."  As he
finished, a house slave brought food and watered wine for their
breakfast.
"Headstrong is a good word Demos.  It is his stubbornness which led to
his capture."
"If I may My Lord.  I only know that you captured him.  I do not know
HOW"
Glaucus told the story.  Demos laughed, involuntarily, when he spoke of
the olive oil which threw off the horse's stride
"That is Marcellus, My Lord.  He believed himself invincible.  "
"I doubt he thinks that now, Demos.  He has been brought down by the
simplest of things. The olive oil." He paused  "And one of the most
complex.  Love.  His love for you."
Demos said nothing.
"Perhaps you do not understand just how much that man loves you Demos.
He was ready to die, in sacrifice, until we brought you to the altar.
Only then, did he agree to live in bondage.  And as my consort, he would
have had the easiest life a slave can in Rome.  But he rejected that -
because of his love for you."
"Sometimes, My Lord, I believe love can be too strong. "
Glaucus laughed.  "Yes.. Yes.  .You are young, but wise, Demos.  It can
be.  It can be much too strong. "  He paused, thinking of his Horatio,
thinking of his own feelings for Marcellus and wondering if it was love
or lust or something else.
"Demos, I will speak to you not as a father figure to a son, but as a man
to another man.  Your consort's stubbornness will lead to his demise.
His capture by me is part of it.  Your displeasure with his decision, and
the result of that, is another part of it.  I fear for him in this war.
The Gauls are clever.  The olive oil trick was a simple one.  They are
much smarter than that."
"I agree with My Lord.  My understanding is that Clodius will be at his
side in battle.  Clodius will be able to mollify much of that.  "
"And what is to happen when he returns, Demos?  "
"My Lord, I consider myself lucky to awaken in the morning.  I cannot
allow myself to think of future.  I am a slave."

Glaucus paused.  He looked at the young man.  "I have already spoken to
Marcellus of what will happen when he returns.  Has he spoken to you of
it?"
"A bit My Lord.  He hasn't given me details."
Glaucus told Demos about how Marcellus assumed that, with victory in
Gaul, he would have sufficient booty to maintain a life as a free man
when he came back.  And he would have sufficient booty to secure Demos'
freedom.
"Victory is not assured, Demos.  Nor is sufficient booty to live as he
would like.  And... "  another pause  "Nor should he have assumed that I
would permit your purchase from my estate."
Demos looked at Glaucus, with his deep soft eyes.  "My Lord.  Should
Marcellus return, and should he have sufficient emolument from the war,
is there something that I might do, to make my freedom possible?"
Glaucus sensed another victory.  "That remains to be seen Demos.  I did
not ask Marcellus to be my consort to humiliate him.  I  lust for him,
and I enjoy his presence in my bed."  He saw Demos wince at that.  "We
will have to see if one of the other Materans can supplant him in that
regard. "  "You will have to consider what you might offer to make your
freedom more possible, Demos."  He smiled.
"You are an intelligent young man.  I know you were captured at school,
where you were a scholar of literature.  " Demos blushed.  He did not
know that Glaucus knew of his background.
"I have promised your Marcellus that no one would be permitted to
approach you while he is away.  "
Demos paused for a minute.
"But you could not promise him that I would not approach others."
Glaucus smiled.  "I knew you were clever.  " He rose from the table.
"please enjoy your breakfast, young man.  I have duties to tend to, and I
will see you again tonight.  " A smile.  "Perhaps tonight we will release
your cage."
Demos looked up  "And that of Marcellus My Lord?"
Glaucus laughed.  "NO.  That will not happen.  And we will see what
does."

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The bed slave chamber was as busy as it had ever been that morning.
Silvus and Antonio had been brought there, and Eamon had been brought
back by Collepherus.  Eric was waiting for him and embraced him.
"BROTHER.  I am so glad to be with you."  Eamon was sullen.
"I was pierced last night Eric.  For the first time.  I was treated as
merchandise."
Eric looked at him.  "Eamon, you must accept that you are.  Please drop
your ideas of freedom.  We are not free.  Ask yourself: did you enjoy
what happened to you?"
"I do not know.  I have to consider it."
"Was Collepherus cruel to you Eamon?"
"NO.  That is the part of it that I understand least.  There was no
question he was in charge.  But he could not have been kinder.  His kiss
, Eric?  It reminded me, dare I say, of mother's kisses before we went to
bed."
"You just do not understand how you can enjoy the attentions of a man,
when you have been taught that it must be a woman."
"That is so Eric.  That is so."
Eric went to his older brother  "Eamon, there is no alternative.  There
is not.  Or, to be more honest, the alternatives are not pleasant.  We
are slaves.  We live at the pleasure of Glaucus.   You and I could be in
another home, abused, whipped, and beaten. I have seen it.  I was loaned
to another house for a night.  I was never more happy than when I was
brought back.  We could be working on a trireme, wondering when our ship
would be destroyed, and we would be drowned.  Or we could be mining
sulfur, in Magna Greca, and dying of the poisons.  Consider your red hair
a sign that the gods love you."
Silvus, hearing this, laughed bitterly.  "Red hair a sign that the gods
love you.  Or hate you.  I have no red hair.  Antonio has no red hair.
And yet, here we are, to be treated as women. " He saw Marcellus being
brought back.  "As our fearless leader is.  The heitara of the Lord of
the Manner.  "  He laughed.  "Do I see seed dripping down your leg,
Marcellus?  Like a whore leaving her client?"  Antonio joined in the
laughing.  In fact, there was no seed on Marcellus' leg, and his anger
rose.  But he knew, they had reason to mock him.
"Silvus.  Antonio.   Life has a funny way of bringing people together.  "
'AND  separating them, Marcellus.  We have been away from our homes way
longer than we should have.  Or we should have died on the field, like
MEN.  Instead, we are here, to be treated as sex slaves. Perhaps that is
what YOU desired, so that you could be with your precious Demos.  Had I
been in your shoes, I would have chosen death."

"We will see about that, Silvus"  They turned.  Glaucus was in the
chamber.  Ahmad , Eric and Marcellus immediately took the position of
submission.  With prompting from Eric, so did Eamon.
"There are too many of you here, in the bed chamber, and we have no more
need for slaves in the house.  Marcellus shall be off to war.  That
leaves two Materans, where there was only one.." He paused.  "To be
honest, while neither of you is as handsome as your general, you are both
handsome.  But I find that I only need a Materan in bed occasionally, now
that I have my Flavius."  He smiled.  "So I was intending to try both of
you, to see who I preferred.  The other would be turned over for
sacrifice."

He walked in and circled the two Materans.  "BUT slave Silvus, it seems
you have volunteered for sacrifice.  Is that what I understand?"
There was silence in the chamber.  A deep, deep silence.
"YOUR ANSWER SLAVE SILVUS"   Silvus had whitened at this point.  He did
not think his bragging would have been heard, or he would have been taken
up on it.
Before he could say anything, Antonio spoke
"Silvus does not deserve to die.  I offer myself.  I would rather go to
the gods than live as a slave."

Glaucus began to laugh.  "You Materans!  More handsome than any other men
in Rome.  And FAR more stupid.  " He saw the look of anger on both of
their faces, and Marcellus saw Antonio primed to throw a fist.  He
stopped it.
"By your words, Antonio, you have instead, forced me into a position
where the two of you WILL have to be tried, since both of you wish
sacrifice, and I do not care to lose my investment so totally."  He
paused.
"Marcellus,  this will happen after you have left for war.  I will let
you know who remains, and who has joined Mars, via a messenger.  It will
happen soon.  For now, though, as Marcellus will let you know, I am
occupied with saying 'vale' to him.  When that is done, and I have
reunited with my consort, Flavius,  I shall see who pleases me more.  "
He turned, and then turned back.
"Keep in mind, Materans, that death is final. Piercing and servitude is
not.  You would do well to speak to Ahmad and Eric to determine what
pleases me and what does not.  Marcellus, I will expect you in quarters
at the fall of darkness.
"Yes My Lord.  I will be there."
As Glaucus walked out,  the tension left the group.  Antonio turned to
him
"He would DO that?  He would sacrifice us?"
Marcellus shook his head.  "He has a pendulum altar on the estate.  I was
one swoop of the blade from joining Mars and the other gods.  It was
Demos' tears that caused me to submit."

Ahmad spoke up.  "Glaucus is right.  Death is final.  And resistance only
leads to more suffering.  Marcellus can speak to you of that.  " He
looked at Marcellus with some contempt.  "While I appreciate your
fidelity to Demos, you had the opportunity to gain a lavish life for
yourself, and turned it down.  Glaucus is right.  I have heard that
Materans are considered hard headed.  I did not know that meant stupid."

Silvus strode toward Ahmad, fully intending to do damage.  Marcellus
stopped him.
"Ahmad speaks the truth.  We are hot headed, and it has gotten us into
trouble.  I take responsibility for your capture, Silvus, Antonio.  It
was my stubbornness that put you in this place. And now, I can do nothing
to make it better for you.  Listen to those who know better, and take
their advice."

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The night before, after Glaucus had arranged for items to be moved to the
chambers where Demos lived,  attendants brought Urban to the quarters.
Flavius did not expect this.

'FATHER.  FATHER.  "  Urban ran to Flavius' embrace.

"My son!  How hard it is to know you are here, under these roofs, and I
am unable to see you."

"We are seeing each other now Father.  We have three days."   Flavius
kissed Urban on the top of his head.  He switched to their language
 "Ulrich.  Are they treating you well?"
"Very well father.  I am kept busy between the garden, and the guest bath
chamber.  I am untouched by any.  Demos is not happy that I am there.  I
believe he thinks I am a spy.  But I am only watching father, listening,
hoping to learn more, so that... perhaps, we can escape from here."

Franz smiled at him.  "Ulrich, we will want to wait I think.  Glaucus has
advised me that he had identified the man who purchased your mother.  He
is trying to reach him, to see if perhaps she is alive, and perhaps she
can be returned." He winced as he continued.  "He asked me what I would
have as a gift for accepting his consortship, and that is what I asked.
"

"Do you believe he is doing it Father?"  Franz shook his head yes.
"Glaucus is a stern, disciplined man.  But he is not a liar.  A
trickster, yes, but not a liar.  I believe him.  I had not given him your
mother's name, but he learned it.  And he knew details of the capture of
our family, that could have only come from people who were there.  "

Ulrich paused.  "Father, do you enjoy being his consort?"
Franz reddened.  "I must tell you the truth Ulrich.  I thought that I
would accept, in order to guarantee your safety, and mine.  Nothing
more.  And I would endure the rest.  But... I would be lying if I said I
did not enjoy Glaucus' attentions.  " He reddened further.  "I love your
mother, and our love brought forth you. You are not a boy any longer
Ulrich, so you must hear this.  Your mother treated our coupling as an
obligation, not as something to be enjoyed.  With Glaucus, it is all
about pleasure.  He has found ways to excite me I had never thought of."

Ulrich shook his head.  "I understand Father.  Portius was more concerned
about his own pleasure than anyone else's, but occasionally, he would
find something that, to be honest, almost made my sword break the cage.
"
"Has he had you, my son?"
"No father, and of that I am honest.  Glaucus has not put a finger on
me.  Nor Demos.  From what I could learn, if you are not part of the
group of bed slaves, he leaves you untouched.  " He paused.  "There are
slaves who envy the position of the bed slaves.  They find Glaucus an
attractive man."

"He IS an attractive man son.  And attentive."
"I hope he continues to make you happy Father.  This life has not been
easy for us. "
Ulrich then took a risk.  There was no question in his mind that there
were spies, observing them in Glaucus' chambers,  and it was possible
that at least one other slave spoke and understood their language, but he
spoke  "the berries in the garden are doing well, father.  They could use
your hand, but my humble ones are doing the best they can."
Flavius put a finger to his lips.  He whispered  "Glaucus likes to appear
generous.  I will ask him for an opportunity to return to the garden.  "
He smiled.  "For now, my son, perhaps you can let your father defeat you
at a game of kick ball?"
Ulrich smiled.  "Nothing would please me more Father.  Shall we go to the
field?"

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Night approached, and Collepherus appeared at the bed slave quarters to
bring Marcellus to Glaucus' substitute chamber.     Collepherus turned to
Silvus and Antonio.
"Slaves, be advised.  The cage is the kindest way to keep your drives in
line.  There are other means, such as hot iron gelding.  Should you cause
more trouble, I will advise Lord Glaucus to consider it. "
The Materan army was horsemen, so each of Silvus and Antonio knew what
hot iron gelding was.  It was done to horses to keep them docile.  They
both knew that the mortality rate was high.  They nodded in
acknowledgement, as Marcellus was brought away.

When he got to the chamber,  Glaucus was there already.
"EXCELLLENT.  Marcellus, we are going to begin with something tonight
that is new to you. " He pointed to a chair.  "Please sit, and assume
bondage position."
Marcellus did what he was told, wondering what wicked scheme Glaucus had
planned tonight.  After Glaucus had bound him, he came forward and
smiled.

"You will be pierced tonight Marcellus, twice.  " The smile on his face
grew larger.  "But not by one man.  By two."  He clapped his hands.
'BRING OUT DEMOS."

The young man came forward.  He assumed the submissive position.

"MOVE FORWARD DEMOS.  AS CLOSE TO MARCELLUS AS YOU CAN GET."
"Yes My Lord."
When Demos was in position, Glaucus opened his cage.  Demos had been
caged for so long, his young and thin penis sprang to life immediately.
"Marcellus, you have fed your consort more than once.  It is time that he
fed you. Open your mouth."
"NO.  DO NOT MAKE HIM DO THAT MY LORD. PLEASE . THAT IS MY ROLE"
Glaucus smiled, and placed his hands on Marcellus' shoulders.  "Marcellus
is very talented at sword swallowing, as I can attest.  He will now
swallow yours.  OPEN YOUR MOUTH SLAVE.
Fearful of what would happen if he didn't, Marcellus answered, meekly.
"Yes My Lord," and opened his mouth.
DO NOT MAKE ME PUSH YOUR SWORD INTO HIM DEMOS.  "  Tears formed in the
young man's eyes, but he fed Marcellus his sword.  Marcellus knew what he
had to do, and he formed a seal around the sword.  Demos, not used to
this, immediately moaned.
"pull your sword back Demos and then forward  as if you were cutting a
log." Demos looked at him in confusion  As a scholar's son, he had never
cut a log of wood.  Marcellus understood what was happening and pulled
his head back and forth.
"Very well.  There is more than one way to achieve a goal."
That goal was accomplished very quickly.  As the passive one, Demos
rarely had opportunity to use his sword.  Now that he did, he couldn't
control it.  He cried out and his seed spilled into Marcellus' mouth.
Glaucus laughed.
"How does it taste, slave, as compared to mine?"
Marcellus could not help himself.
"Sweeter My Lord.  Like nectar.  There isn't any bitterness or rust in
it."
Glaucus laughed heartily.  "What a fine answer !  Sweet seed.  Perhaps
before you leave us Marcellus, you will have Demos pierce your rear." He
saw the look of horror on their faces.
"Tonight, though, the only piercing shall be done by me."

He began with tying Marcellus to the bed, face up, and tying Demos to the
chair, to watch.  Marcellus had tied up Demos occasionally, when they
were free.  Seeing his active taken like this repelled him at first, and
then... when Glaucus dropped his tunic completely, Demos found his still
uncaged cock rising.  The moaning by Marcelus was something he remembered
later than night.  They had forgotten to re-cage his cock, and as he lay,
trying to sleep, thoughts of Glaucus and Marcellus, and those sounds took
over his mind.  He found his hand sliding down to his sword, and for the
second time, in less than 4 hours, Demos spilled seed.  He had not done
that since before Marcellus had claimed him.  He smiled.