Date: Fri, 8 May 2020 04:16:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Glaucus and Marcellus - installment 3

Marcellus woke early in Glaucus' bed:  he was still on soldier time.  He
didn't get up right away:  when was the last time he had slept in a
proper bed, let alone one this luxurious?  He did not remember the last
time he had not been woken during the night, to take his turn on watch-
amongst the Materans, all ranks did the same thing.  Of course, the bath,
and the wine - did he remember the last time he had drunk a glass of
truly excellent wine?

All of that paled in his mind, to his "violation" as he thought of it.
Marcellus was NOT a slave, and the role of passive partner, was reserved
for slaves.  Demos had been taken in a raid on another city:  he thought
it was the home of the Barese - and Marcellus had purchased him at slave
market.  When he had taken Demos home, planning to abuse him thoroughly
and re-sell him, he learned the young man was educated, and more than
willing to do what Marcellus  required of him.  He was talented too.  A
virgin when taken,  Demos had learned from the fellow bed slaves, and had
become a wonderful, eager lover.  Thinking of their time was arousing
him, as an attendant entered.

"MARCELLUS, good morning!  Lord Glaucus will be with you very shortly.
He had trouble sleeping last night, and rather than disturb you, he took
to another room so that you could sleep.  He has left instructions to
bring you what you would like for your morning meal.  We can accommodate
almost anything."  The attendant smiled.  "My name is Collepherus.  I am
the head of Glaucus' household.  I will try to make this transition as
gentle for you as possible, but I cannot alleviate your thoughts of
humiliation and subservience.  Please keep in mind that you have owned
slaves as well.  The world turns in a circle Marcellus.  Please, as they
say, play the cards you have  been dealt.  Things could be worse."

Marcellus breathed deeply.  "Your counsel is wise, Collepherus.  Would
that I had other choices, but I don't.  Yes, you are right:  to think
that I serve as the passive partner last night, is hurtful to me.  Yet, I
hope that I pleased Glaucus."

"Indeed you did Marcellus.   Good morning."  Glaucus was  now entering
the room.  I have slept with boys, I have slept with young boys, I  have
slept with young men.  I do  believe this is the first time I have slept
with a MAN.   You were an excellent bedfellow, and I hope that you found
me adequate."

Marcellus looked down.  "My Lord, mine is not to judge your adequacy.
Mine is to simply attempt to measure up to  your  expectations."
Marcellus was again using the codified language of submission, which
everyone in the Empire learned, and Glaucus was pleased.

"Collepherus has offered to bring you breakfast.  I DO recommend the soft
eggs, and perhaps some of the black bread and the juice.  I believe that
I was told that cherries from Sicily had come into season.  Please eat.
Then we will continue your day."  He clapped his hands, and Ahmad came
in, head bowed.  Glaucus put his hand on the young man's neck.  "Ahmad
will be one of your companion's in the slave's quarters.  There are six
of you.  Based on your own sense of dominance, and my determinations,
you have ranks.  The lowest of you, Paulus, may be taken by any of the
others.  Ahmad WAS ranked 4th. "  He squeezed the young man's neck.
"However, he has served me well for the week before  your capture.  I
have decided to rank him 2nd.  You will have the first rank, which means
that only I may use you  as a passive partner.  You, on the other hand,
may use any other, so long as it is a period when you are not 'caged.'

"My Lord, if I may, this is the second time you have mentioned that
term.  I am  not familiar with it."  Glaucus smiled.  "It is my view that
slaves , if left to their own choice, will use their manhood
excessively.  For that reason, I require my slaves to be locked."  He
pushed Ahmad's loincloth away, and Marcellus saw the small, bamboo cage
on Ahmad's penis.  The cage allows a certain amount of swelling, however,
the bamboo has been treated with a mild irritant obtained from a fish
that is local.  Should Ahmad's penis grow too large, he will suffer the
sting of that irritant.  Eventually, conditioning will set in, and his
cock will remain at a respectable size unless I unleash it - for I am the
ONLY one who has the power to do so."

"So, if I understand you Glaucus, once I am caged, which I presume you
will do yourself, I cannot use my mansword, unless I wish to risk pain."

Glaucus smiled.  "That is correct.  The other slaves will teach you
various ways of pleasuring yourself with minor aggravation.  And good
behavior, and pleasing me, will result in release of the cage.  Do I
speak truth Ahmad?"
"You do my Lord."
Marcellus glowered.  "Is Demos forced to wear the cage?"  Glaucus
laughed.  "You would do well to try to suppress thoughts of Demos.  He is
of a different clan now, and your likelihood of being with him again, is
slight."

He paused  "Bring the man his breakfast.  Then bring him for
preparation."

"Preparation?  What is preparation My Lord?"  But Glaucus was gone.

The head steward answered his question.  "preparation for life as one of
Glaucus' slaves."  He turned.  "Your breakfast is here.  Please enjoy it,
and when you are finished, we will continue.

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Glaucus returned to secondary quarters while Marcellus ate.  He wanted
the man to have some time to think and he wanted some time to think
himself.  Bedding Marcellus and Ahmad in the same night had been
instructive.  Ahmad:  compliant,  adorable, and willing to do anything
Glaucus wanted.  Marcellus, who fought every bit of the way, and yielded
only when forced to.  Yet both were valid approaches.

What to do with Marcellus?  He was learning to be a passive sex partner,
at an age well beyond that of most men.  That did not bother Glaucus:
Marcellus belonged to him, and he could do what he wanted.  But could he
be trained?  It would be a shame to lose such a handsome, interesting
captive, to intransigence.    There was a clearing of a throat at the
door.


"My Lord.  Slave Marcellus has completed his breakfast.   I have brought
him to the finishing room. "

Excellent Collepherus.  Thank  you.  I assume all are ready.
"All are ready."
Glaucus went to the finishing room, where Marcellus stood in slave
position, his hands behind his back and his eyes lowered.  He was
naked.
"Marcellus, as you have seen , we do not parade our nudity in this house;
however, the tailor needs to take your measurements to prepare you
appropriate clothing.  That will happen first.  MARCUS."  A short, bald
man came forward, with measurement instruments.  Marcellus felt that he
was measured at every part of  his body. His meauring for armor had been
less instrusive.

"Your right arm, please, slave."  Marcellus extended his right arm.
Marcus took a piece of a soft dark green metal, and wound it about his
bicep.  Glaucus came forward to press the metal, and seal it.

"The band indicates that you are a passive bed partner Marcellus.  The
color indicates that you belong to me.  " He saw the look of shock, and
hurt on Marcellus' face.  "Demos has the samea piece of jewelry.  His,
however, is blood red, to indicate the house to which he belongs. "

"So, now everyone will know that you are taking my ass, regardless of
where I go? " Glaucus smiled.  "Indeed they will.  It is important as
part of your training:  the humiliation of it.  "  Marcellus glowered.

Marcus approached again,  with a silvery metal.  "Please hold up your
head slave."
"What is THIS for My Lord," Marcellus spat out.
"This is for your collar.  It, too, marks you as my property.  But the
bright color indicates your value.  Should you escape, and be recaptured,
your value will be assessed accordingly.  Please note the collar that
Marcus wears."  Marcellus noted that it was black.  "Yes, he is not of
the noble captives.  Glaucus smiled.  "Finally, the cage.  A task I take
for myself.

YOU WILL NOT CAGE ME GLAUCUS.  I WILL NOT WEAR THAT."  Marcellus stormed
from the place he was standing, and tried to throw the implements from
the table to the floor.  He was answered with the slap of a whip to his
back.  It brought him to his knees.  The second blow, nearly brought him
to tears.   Glaucus advanced.  He put his foot in front of Marcellus'
face.  "You will learn, Glaucus, that this type of behavior, will not be
tolerated.  I have decided you will wear the cage, and you will wear the
cage.

"Still squinting from the pain, Marcellus gasped out  "Yes my Lord."
"Better.  Now show your submission.  Kiss the sandal.  "  Marcellus saw
the attendant with the whip nearby.  He  brought his lips to the sandal
and kissed it.
"EXCELLENT.  Early lessons in discipline are difficult for most, although
I must say, the report was that you had trained Demos well.  Ahmad took
to it better than my other slaves did as well.  Now UP.  Marcellus moved,
slowly, and stood at slave position again.  An attendant stepped behind
him and held his wrists, while Glaucus advanced with the cage.  He took
Marcellus' manhood, and stroked it to a reasonable length.  The cage was
just long enough.  It could accommodate perhaps a half inch more.

"Marcus, you are an  ARTIST.  It is a perfect fit.  "  He placed it on
Marcellus' cock, and closed off the intricate set of interlocking pieces
that would keep it there.  "NOW, you are truly a slave of the house of
Glaucus.    As a bed slave, you have a certain task that is very
important:  serving my needs.  You WILL  have other tasks.  For example,
today, the bed slaves clean all of the bed and play chambers.  Ahmad will
instruct you.  And when the sun is two hours from peak, you will come to
my quarters, where we will continue last night."

"Come with me Marcellus,"  Ahmad's voice was gentle, as cool as a spray
of water.  I will show you what we do,  three times a week. "

"If I may ask Ahmad, how long have you been in Glaucus' service. " Ahmad
smiled.  "First, Marcellus, you should feel free to call me Ahmy.  It's
what I was called as a child, and I am happy with that.  I will be
honest, the time does run together, but I believe I have been with
Glaucus for three turns of the earth.  He purchased me shortly after
Horatio was returned to  him.  He saw me at the market, at auction, and
thought I bore a resemblance to his partner.  But before that.... I have
been in service since a young boy, Marcellus.  I was captured during a
raid on my village.  We do not reckon time as you do, but I believe you
would say that I was... 4 years old, maybe 5, when I was taken.  Most of
the young boys were sacrificed immediately,  but they felt that my looks
made me more valuable.  So I was sent to train as a partner for other
men.  The training was rigorous, and I was sold to my first Master when,
oh, perhaps I was 7 or 8.  And I have been in service since then.

"You are sold, and re-sold."  I have been Marcellus.  What is the line:
some prefer figs, and some prefer nettles?"  Different men choose
different types. "
Marcellus looked askance.  So you were... "I was 9, I believe, when I
took my first mansword.  First by mouth.  Then later, from behind.  " He
blushed.  "Perhaps it is wrong to say this, but I enjoy it.  I think that
is why Glaucus has kept  me.  He usually does not prefer my type.  You
are  more his type.  But my smile, he says, and the way I enjoy what he
does to me,  makes him as happy as he can be."

"But, he was with Horatio for a while."
"Yes, and I think the trauma of Horatio's death soured him on that type
of man.  He had to be convinced to  purchase me at the auction
Marcellus.  And I am glad.  I am happy here.  Now, let us get to work.
The floors need cleaning, the sheets need washing, there is MUCH to do.

Indeed, they did work solidly for 3-4 passes of the hourglass, until they
stopped for the mid day meal.  Again, used to army food, Marcellus found
the cheese, the white bread, the grapes, and the wine, luxurious.
Glaucus' slaves ate better than his soldiers had.

The steward found him at  the appointed time.  "Please come with me
Marcellus."  He looked at the clothing he was wearing.  "I must
apologize.  We were not prepared for you to join us.  We will have your
clothes tomorrow, or at least some of them.   You will not need them for
the rest of the day though.

He did not bring Marcellus to Glaucus rooms, but to a wrestling pit.
Glaucus was there, also naked.  "You may oil yourself if you wish
Marcellus, or the steward will have someone do it for you."
"You are a wrestler, My Lord?"  Glaucus smiled.  "it is a hobby.  How do
I put it?  I was  never 'quite good enough ' to go to the games.  I am
told that you were a champion at Matera.

"Yes my Lord.  Undefeated.
"Ah, then my decision to curtail the domination game was correct."
"The domination game?"
"In the domination game, my slaves wrestle for position. The slave who is
defeated most often, takes lowest rank.  And so on.  Unless I intervene,
as I did  today with Ahmad. I assumed, correctly I believe, that you
would overcome all of the other slaves.  "  He smiled.  "Now, a real
challenge.  Your Lord."  Glaucus began to circle him.  Marcellus
recognized the style of wrestling  he used right away.  He was very
familiar with the moves.
"Let me advise you, Marcellus, that I will NOT tolerate deliberately
losing the match."  He put up his hands to  join Marcellus' in mid air.
A test of strength followed.  Marcellus fought, and he fought hard.  But
Glaucus was surprisingly strong.  Soon, Marcellus found himself in a trap
hold, his hands kept in place at the small of his back, and slowly moved
up his back, as Glaucus began to lift him from the ground.

"AGGGGGHHHH.  Came the scream from Marcellus.  Materans always entered
battle with a scream, and it was effective.  Not here.  Glaucus continued
his push up, and Marcellus found his feet almost removed from the
ground.

"We can continue, or you can submit Marcellus?
"MATERANS DO NOT SUBMIT."  Glaucus laughed.  "And rumor has it that they
do not take the members of other men.  We know THAT is not true."  He
began slowly removing Marcellus from the floor.  His feet were swinging
helplesslly.  He remembered the scene in the Odyssey he had studied as a
young man, where the slave girls were strangled, by lifting them from the
floor, their feet dangling as his were.

"You bragged of your ability to withstand pain Marcellus.  How is this?"
Glaucus pushed his arms up further, bending them at an angle that was
quite severe.  The pain grew.  He heard Glaucus whisper in his ear.  "The
bedroom awaits you.  If you submit.  That comfortable, warm,  secure
room. "

Marcellus was ready to break into tears.  That also meant Glaucus
member.  As he thought of that, he realized that his own member was in
pain, from touching the sides of his cage.  "WHAT?  What was happening
?"  He thought of how Glaucus had brought him down by playing with his
chest, and the cage cut in deeper.  No, he could put up with this no
longer. "

"You win Glaucus.  I surrender.  I am yours. "  Glaucus lowered him to
the ground, and whispered.  'And you are oiled, and ready Marcellus.  It
is a shame the sheets have now been changed, as we will soil them,
badly.  Come with me please, slave position."  They walked to the
chambers, pass the attendants who looked away and smiled.  As Glaucus
entered the chamber with Marcellus, one said to the others.  "He is
pleased with this one. "  The sounds that followed confirmed it.

Glaucus had equipped the bed with restraints.  The same type that had
been used on the pendulum table.  He locked Marcellus into them, and then
began slowly stroking his torso.  "It is SUCH a work of art, Marcellus.
I am  SURE that painters are going to ask for permission to use you as a
model."  The night before, Glaucus had only used his fingers on
Marcellus' nipples.  Now, he used his mouth.   This was new to
Marcellus.  "Roman perversion," he thought, until the sensation went
through his body, and the pain of the contact with the cage was constant.
"

"MY LORD.  You elevate my senses.  I have not felt this way in my life.
"  Glaucus said nothing, but then straddled the bound general.  NOW his
fingers came into play, twisting gently.  "Did you ever play the chest
escape game with your Demos, slave?"
"No My Lord.  At least nothing by that name. "
"In the chest escape game, you are not bound.  We set a time limit.  I am
allowed to do anything I want to your chest, but nothing to anything
further.  If you are able to withstand it,  you are free from sexual duty
that day.  If you do not, I will have you as I like.  " He smiled.  "We
will do that tomorrow.  Today, however... I grow desirous of your
beautiful hirsute body."

He slid down and took Marcellus' ankles, and lifted them.  "They have
softened your feet too. EXCELLENT.  Another canvas, for an artist of
perversion, as I have been called, to paint.  Again, for another day."

Glaucus was oiled from the wrestling as well, and his sword slipped
easily into Marcellus, who winced, and then just began breathing hard, as
his conqueror took his prize.
"Your bottom is SO tight.  It is tighter than Ahmad's was when I secured
him, and indeed tighter than any other I have had. "
"Thank you My Lord.  My task is to serve you."  Marcellus winced, as
Glaucus pushed harder He stopped, and held his sword in Marcellus.  "I
will not insult you and refer to your anus as your vagina - your sword
sheath - but I will tell you that I will plant my sword here often.  " He
pushed, and Marcellus could feel the jizz filling his body.

"Some feel that the semen of a Dominant man, is a rejuvenating tonic.
Perhaps you will come to that view.  For now though... I will just say
that you are a WONDERFUL  lover Marcellus.  So you may wish to add that
to your list of accomplishments.

"A wonderful lover from the bottom."  Glaucus laughed.  "Fair point, my
handsome slave.  Fair point. "
"This house closes for two hours, just about now, and all will nap.  Will
you nap with me,  handsome, or would you prefer the comforts of the
slaves ' quarters?

"By your leave My Lord, I would stay with you, if you would have me. "

I would, and so you shall."  He took Marcellus under the sheets, and
pulled him into him.  The unsatisfied erection was frustrating, but
feeling the warm body of a man holding him, was some consolation.
Marcellus held onto the memories he had of  Demos, but he could tell: in
this environment, he could forget them quickly.

Meanwhile, Glaucus was thinking how he could use that relationship to his
advantage, before he nodded off for his nap.  Marcellus had already
fallen asleep. His snoring was endearing.