Date: Tue, 5 May 2020 02:58:46 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Glaucus and Marcellus - installment 2

"My Lord.  You asked us to bring Marcellus.  Shall we wait outside?"
 Glaucus turned from the parchment he was reviewing.  He would be
returning it to the scribes as unsatisfactory, for the number of errors.
"These Greek slaves!  So arrogant, so sure of themselves, and not even
able to conjugate essere in the subjunctive tense.  He would have to
'remind' these slaves of where they could be.  But for now, he turned to
the handsome, angry man standing in front of him.  He smiled.
"Marcellus!  I  hope the attendant slaves have treated you well.  Were
the baths to your liking?"
"Indeed they were.  If one is accustomed to luxury and the life of a
sybarite." Glaucus looked down over his magnifying glass.  Marcellus
realized he had forgotten  "MY LORD," and spat it out defiantly.
 Glaucus laughed.

"Yes, I know, it is difficult for you Materans to get used to
acknowledging your situation.  From what I understand, Demos showed the
same defiance."  Marcellus was silent, as Glaucus went on  "several
whippings taught him that he did not have Marcellus to protect him any
longer, and now, the difference between pleasure and pain could be the
difference between two words."

"Demos is young... My Lord.  He is not as used to pain as I am.  It will
take more than a few whippings to break my spirit, and truly make me a
slave."
Again, Glaucus smiled.  "Yes, I have deduced that from the way  you acted
with the pendulum of Ares.  You were the most resilient one who has been
given the option to,live out to die.  "  He paused, rose, and approached
Marcellus.  He moved his hand under Marcellus' chin, and stared at him as
he spat out, with gritted teeth  "But the pain YOU can endure, may very
well NOT be the pain that Demos can endure.  Keep that in mind.  His
owner is a VERY good friend of mine."

"LEAVE THE BOY OUT OF THIS.  YOUR TIME IS BETTER SPENT WITH ME, THAN WITH
HIM."
"Oh, I agree with you Marcellus.  Very much.  But I only wish to make you
aware of the situation.. And be overjoyed that, whatever your boy is
forced to endure, he is ALIVE."  He paused, and his face darkened.  "MY
Horatio was returned to me, in five pieces.  His nose had been sliced
away, as was his manhood.  "

Marcellus sneered  "The toils of war take their toll."  Glaucus laughed
weakly.  "Indeed they do.  And when the gods throw their lots, we do  not
know how they will turn out.  I suspect you prayed to the gods before
Demos left, that he not be killed."  He smiled more broadly.  "You have
gotten your wish. And I assume that you prayed that you would see him
again. And you have gotten that wish as well. "  Glaucus saw the way his
statements were affecting Marcellus.  "The gods are capricious
Marcellus.  You are not a man of religion so you would not know this.  My
prayer for Horatio, was that his fate be what the gods decreed.  And when
that happened, my next prayer was to give me an opportunity for a new
life."  He approached Marcellus.  "And I have it.  Through you."  He
murmured.  "You are a handsome man, Marcellus.  MUCH more handsome than
was my Horatio.  And I am certain you are much more skilled in the art of
the bedroom than was he.  " Glaucus began to run his hand over Marcellus'
bare shoulders.  "I am sure, that you will bring me much pleasure. "

'AND IF I REFUSE?"  Glaucus smiled, and produced a small whip from under
his sleeve.  He struck Marcellus' manhood gently.  "Then you will be
punished.  Perhaps Demos will be punished alongside of you.  Perhaps you
will be returned as a normal sacrifice.  BUTCHERED instead of the ritual
you might have had." Marcellus had stood fast with the first slash of the
whip.  Now there was a second, and he gasped, and bent at the waist.

"Your point is taken.  I recognize my status as a prisoner, and as a
slave.  I would expect you to obey me if the roles were reversed."
Glaucus circled his prisoner.  "I have instructed the guards to leave you
unbound for now, but they are outside, and they are fast.  I can have you
bound securely, and helpless in seconds..."  From behind, he moved his
hand to Marcellus right nipple, and squeezed it.   "It has been months,
or perhaps years, that someone did that to you, and certainly since Demos
has.."  He continued to twist the nipple as Marcellus  tried to resist
the pleasure.  "Yes my Lord.  It has been a very long time."

Glaucus chuckled.  "The thing about playing with nipples Marcellus, is
that it can turn you into a raging beast, ready to rape anyone  or
anything within seizing distance.  OR, it can turn you into the most
submissive of slaves,  willing to accept anything."  After a pause.  "On
interrogation, Demos has said you are the first type.  I will turn you
from the first, to the other.  And I will ENJOY IT. "  He moved his
second hand to Marcellus' other nipple.  Glaucus spoke truth. Demos would
play with his nipples during their love making, and when Marcellus' "man
sword" had swollen, he would fall on it , with his mouth, or his anus, or
he would simply stroke it until Marcellus had climaxed.    Now however,
under the hands of an experienced Roman general, who exuded power and
wealth, he found himself beginning to feel what he thought Demos must
have felt with him:  the sense of being conquered, and taken:  the sense
of being desired by a superior man.  He closed his eyes to focus, and all
he could focus on, was the breathing from Glaucus in his ear.

"I do not trust you yet to swallow my man sword, Marcellus, but I will
enjoy you tonight, in a way you have not been enjoyed since your youth.
"I WILL NOT LET YOU DO THAT"   he exclaimed, trying to  pull himself from
Glaucus' fingers.  Glaucus merely increased the pressure, and brought him
back to  heel.
"You will have no choice Marcellus. Tonight, you will be re-introduced to
the art of being owned by another man.  His small sword cut away
Marcellus' loin cloth.  He laughed.  "It appears that, at least part of
you, is excited for the chance."

"I AM NOT A CATAMITE"   He exclaimed.  Glaucus responded with one word.
"Yet."

Glaucus moved to the desk where he had been working.  "I wlll give you a
chance to delay the inevitable Marcellus.  " He picked up an hourglass.
"This piece does not hold much time:  I would say a tenth of an hour,
perhaps an eighth.  It will be sufficient.  We shall game to determine
where you will spend the night, Marcellus.  I am going to hold you,  in a
captive's hold.  You will have the time in the hourglass to break free.
If you do, you may return to the slave's quarters.  If not, you will come
to my bed.

He turned the hourglass over, and returned to Marcellus.  He took him in
a bear hug.  BEGIN."  Marcellus was strong.  He had always won every
contest of strength in his home of Matera.  He thought this would be over
quickly.  It was not.  Glaucus did not appear to  have a strong grip, but
it was effective.  Every move Marcellus made, was countered.  When he
tried to employ the classic trick, of stamping his foot on that of
Glaucus, he found that his conqueror had splayed his feet sufficiently,
so that the shorter man could not reach them.  When Marcellus seized his
arms, and held them behind his back with one of his own arms, Marcellus
again struggled, to no avail.

"With one free hand, Marcellus, I am also free to roam your body.  "  He
did, finding Marcellus' testicles, and holding them.  He did not squeeze,
but he just held them, so that Marcellus knew, he was under control.
"You have the balls of a bull Marcellus.  Everyone knows the expression
'hung like a Materan'  I never really understood how true it is until
now."

Marcellus saw that  just about half of the sand had moved through the
hourglass. And he had made no progress, when Glaucus began running his
beard on his ear.  Marcellus would do that to Demos too.  Demos always
begged him to take him after that.  Now he understood why.  The soft
bristles were maddening.  They drained his strength.  His breathing
increased, and  increased again, when Glaucus moved his hand from
Marcellus' balls, to his nipple.

"AGGGH.  NO MAN can resist nipple play at your hands Glaucus.  You are
known for it. "  And indeed he was.  Legend had it that in his youth,
Glaucus had subdued the largest Nubian slave ever captured, simply by
taking his nipples in his fingers.  His fingers were strong, and he
didn't let go.  The Nubian had struggled mightily to break what seemed to
be a very simple hold, but Glaucus retained his grip.  Desire is sapping
of strength, and the Nubian was soon on his knees.  Glaucus did not let
go, but continued his assault, until the Nubian begged for release and
submitted.  That Nubian had become Glaucus' first bed slave until, bored
with the Nubian's incredible dullness, he had sold him to a gladiatorial
school where, Glaucus, understood, the Nubian excelled.

Now, Marcellus found himself in that same grip.  "I am NOT that Nubian
Glaucus.  You will NOT do to me what you did to him."  Glaucus laughed
and twisted his fingers.  "You are correct.  I will do MORE to you.  Look
at the time piece Marcellus.  There is very little sand left."

Rather than move from one nipple to the other, Glaucus assaulted one
only.  It was enough.  Marcellus threw back his head and screamed in his
language.  Glaucus was not familiar with this tongue, which he found
vulgar.  Were he familiar with it, he would have known that Marcellus had
just surrendered.  When he continued the work on Marcellus' nipple, as
the time ran out,  he noticed that his captive had begun to cry.

"Surely  you are not in PAIN Marcellus.  Although if you want pain, you
will have it. "
"NO my LORD NO.  I am wondering why you persist, although I have
submitted."
Glaucus alleviated the pressure. "AH. Was that what you just yelled, in
that filthy tongue of yours?  One I refuse to learn?"
"Yes  my Lord.  I surrender.  I am yours.  You are my owner. "

Glaucus released the hold and pushed Marcellus toward his bed chambers.
"I want you in there.  On my bed, face up.  NOW.  I will be in shortly. "

He took a moment to gloat.  Among the Romans, Marcellus had been thought
of as a potential fine prize, and out of anyone's reach.  Now, he
belonged to Glaucus.  He had to tame him, and he would.  He gathered some
tools to help, and found Marcellus, looking about the bedroom curiously,
his man sword still pointed.

"That will learn to be disciplined eventually, Marcellus.  Not tonight.
Tonight, you will learn your main duties.  Spread your legs further, my
fine prize. "

"Yes my Lord."  These were the ritual words which everyone in the empire
knew. Marcellus had used them on Demos when he took him for the first
time.  Now, he would be in Demos place.  "Will my Lord be gentle with his
slave, Sir?"  Glaucus laughed.  "Were you 22 years old, and a pretty
blond thing that could be mistaken for a girl, perhaps.  "  He was NOT
gentle.  Glaucus was also rumored to be "gifted," and while the
expression "as hung as a Materan" was well known, another lesser known
rumor was that in defeating the Nubian, Glaucus had obtained certain of
his characteristics.  Now, Marcellus could believe it,  as
Glaucus' thick long sword pierced his most private parts.  He bit his
lips to not scream, but he was not successful.  Every scream seemed to
encourage Glaucus to take him harder.

Outside of the room, the attendant guards looked at each other and
smiled.  "Glaucus seems to be in rare form tonight."  The other answered
"Yes, but remember, he is taking one who is effectively a virgin."

The screams continued, as Glaucus had his pleasure.  When he reached his
climax,  his screams joined those of Marcellus.  Those screams were the
signal for the attendants to come in.  They had the locking cage with
them.   They approached Marcellus.

"WAIT.  WHAT IS THIS?"  He squirmed as two held him down at his arms, and
two at his legs.

"Slaves have no need of sex.  Especially bed slaves.  It is time.  Now
that we know how erect you can become, we can prepare the proper cage."
There were measurements, and then they released him.  "Tomorrow, when we
have the ceremony of initiation you will be put in a cage.  Your ability
to use your sword will be diminished. And...  "  Glaucus procured a
device of about 5 inches.  "You will wear this at night. . Right here.."
He began pushing the tool into Marcellus' hole.   "See?  The combination
of stimulaton and frustration, will keep you an obedient slave.  " He
pulled it out.  "This will come tomorrow. Together with your collar, and
your arm band.  Also the ceremony of ranking.  I do believe, however,
that I know how that will end.

He turned to his slaves.  "Out with the candles.  Two of you on the
door.  " He turned to Marcellus.  "Try to think of yourself as my
consort.  It will help you sleep better. "

"WAIT."  He called back the attendant.  " Marcellus May be my slave, but
he is a nobleman.  He has had an extremely trying day.  More are to
come.  Can you prepare him a draught of that potion you gave me when I
received Horatio's body?"
"Yes sir.  In wine? "
He put his hand on Marcellus' shoulder.  "Of course.  My consort should
be strong and healthy."

He turned to Marcellus.  "I am going to give you something to help you
sleep .  Treat it as a mark of respect for a fellow general.  I do not
take men when they are sleeping, and I am usually aroused early in the
morning.  I will let you sleep and take another if that happens.  "
Marcellus looked down.  He could not believe that he had become a
catamite.  "Yes my lord.  I appreciate the sleeping draught.

It was brought to him, and he was asleep in minutes.  He slept through
the night , in Glaucus' arms.

At the hour we would now call 3, Glaucus did in fact feel the need for
companionship .  He went to the chamber where the bed slaves were kept.
He pointed to a young one, with very dark hair and eyes, probably from
Turkey  . YOU  Ahmad.  You will be my companion until morning. "

Yes my Lord.  Ahmad rose.  Under his loin cloth, he wore the cage of
chastity. On his right arm, the golden band that indicated he was
Glaucus' property, and on his neck the collar of submission.  He was the
fourth of Glaucus' six bed slaves.  He was not called upon often, but
Glaucus had taken a shine to him as of late.  He would make a fine
companion in bed .  Glaucus took Ahmad to a second room, and allowed
Marcellus the night in his own bed.  Glaucus removed the pacifying pole
from Ahmad, and took him.

Glaucus usually slept at the height of the day.  He would take Marcellus
then.