Date: Sun, 17 May 2020 16:31:51 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Glaucus and Marcellus - installment 6

Marcellus began to get accustomed to his life as Glaucus' slave.  It
could not be said that he was happy with the situation, but there wasn't
anything to do, unless he tried to escape.  Of that, he had listened to
the reports of others, and was not optimistic.  Most of the slaves who
attempted escape, had been killed on the spot.  Those who were not, were
"damaged" in some way.  A good many suffered the "loss of their swords."
The procedure was dangerous, and many did not survive.  Those who did
survive became weak, fat, and essentially , useless.  In times of famine,
they were the first ones to be denied rations.
He would see Demos occasionally, but in passing.  Ahmad was teaching both
Marcellus and Eric the intricacies of shopping in Rome,  for which
Glaucus' slaves were responsible.  They would get their orders from the
steward in the morning, and out they'd go.   There was always "something
extra" that Ahmad was able to use if he found something of particular
interest, or something new or rare.  Demos was much more of a house
slave:  he could play the lute, and Portius, his Master, enjoyed his
singing and playing.  Occasionally, however, he would be sent with
another slave to take care of the shopping.  When their paths did cross,
there would be an exchange of glances, and a smile.  One time, Demos
smiled reluctantly, and Marcellus saw the wound over his eye.   He knew
it had come from Portius, and he wanted to grab his sword, and slay the
bastard.  Except he had no sword, except the one at the academy, Portius
was always guarded by many more warriors than he could handle, and
getting permission to leave Glaucus'  compound, would be difficult.

Glaucus called for him most nights.  Glaucus enjoyed binding Marcellus
tightly, and then toying with his pectorals until Marcellus begged for
sword.  And now that the bath slaves had done sufficient work on
Marcellus' feet so that the calluses and bunions were gone, they were
soft... and ticklish.   The nights that Marcellus saw the bed equipped
with restraints at the four corners meant that foot work was in the near
future.  One friend of Glaucus brought him back an instrument that looked
a bit like a six pointed star, at the end of a small stick.   He would
run this, up and down, on Marcellus' feet.  Sometimes he would gag him
first, sometimes not.  It always succeeded in giving Marcellus an
erection.


One morning , after an especially rigorous night of sex with Glaucus -
one where he used not only his own sword, but the artificial one that was
3 inches longer, and had used the crab claw device on his pecs,  Glaucus
whispered into his ear  "Good morning, my slave.  Today, I have a
surprise for you.  "

"What would that be My Lord?"
Glaucus rolled Marcellus to his back, so that he could see his face.  He
ran his hand over the man's torso.   "You will spend some time with Demos
today."
Marcellus' eyes grew wide.  "Please do not joke on this My Lord.  Seeing
him at Market breaks my heart."

"Now, now, Marcellus.  At some point, you WILL have to accept you are no
longer a couple, and your time together is dependent on Portius and
myself.  Today there is a slave market.  Our armies have brought back
handsome prisoners from the Northern campaign.  Blonds - much more robust
than Demos - and also some of their retainers, from Crimea - they will
remind you of Ahmad when you see them.  Portius and I plan to attend, and
he will bring Demos, and I will bring you. "  Then Glaucus smiled.  "If
your behavior is appropriate, it may please us to watch the two of you at
play.

"You mean you would give us time, but you and Portius would watch."
Glaucus smiled more broadly.  "We may even participate."

Marcellus turned this over in his mind.  To have time with Demos!  It was
a gift.   But to be in a situation where he might very well be watching
Demos taken by another man, or Demos see him taken by Glaucus.

"ARISE Marcellus.  Prepare yourself.  There is the gymnasium for you,
then the academy.  The auction will take place half between the mid day
hour and supper.  I will come and fetch you from the academy myself
today."

"Yes My Lord.  It will be a privilege to be seen in the streets with
you."  Glaucus smiled.  He was wise enough to know that Marcellus was
lying , but he was learning the appropriate forms of flattery necessary
to be a bed slave in Rome.


"AVE MARCELLUS"  called out Clodius.  "I had feared you may be late,
because of today's market.  "
"SALVE CLODIUS," they gave each other the Materan greeting.  "Indeed,
Glaucus has informed me we are going, but he did not dwell on it."

Clodius observed Marcellus from a short distance.  "I do believe that our
time here is working.  You were never a man who was fat, but I do think
that some of the fat you put on after being introduced to our Roman food
is gone.  "
"Thank you Clodius.  I , too, have felt a leanness and a strength
returning to my muscles as the fatigue left."
"I wonder, Marcellus, if you feel you are ready to compete against other
slaves."
"Compete?  What sort of competition?"
"Well, there are regular challenges in all sports:  javelin, discus,
running, wrestling.  They happen every moon rising plus half.  We've just
missed one, but if you were to compete, we would begin preparing you now.
"  He paused.  "Normally, you would not be given a choice:  I would check
with Glaucus, and if he approved it, you would begin training; however,
as a fellow Materan, I offer you the chance to accept or not."
Marcellus' mind began to spin.  "May I let you know by the end of the
week".
"That will work, Marcellus.  Now, speaking of work, to the medicine
ball.  I want to see some SERIOUS work with it, before we begin sprints.

The training that day was very exhausting.  Marcellus was covered with
sweat.  Normally, he was fine and could simply go off to his academy.
Today, though, was a very warm day, and he was sopping wet.   He went to
use the sitting bath, before heading to the swordsmanship.

"Ah.  I see Glaucus new favorite has joined us."  He heard a voice from
another seat, and he looked up.

"My Lord.  I apologize.  I did not see you .  Have I intruded in some
way."

The man grinned wickedly.  "Actually, your presence is a joy to me."  He
parted his loin cloth, and his sword rose.  "I believe that Glaucus has
probably trained you in the art of sword swallowing, slave.  I suggest
you demonstrate your talent."

Marcellus snorted defiantly.  "I may be a slave, but I am GLAUCUS'
slave.  I do not serve as a heitera to others."

The man smiled.  "You will swallow my sword, or I will tell Glaucus that
you approached me.  Also, I will report how Clodius is violating
protocol.  That may very well cost him 20 lashes.

Marcellus muttered.  "So THIS is how Rome operates.  "

"Very well My Lord"  He approached and covered the man's sword with his
mouth.  He thought, again and again, of biting the sword right at the
hilt, but if he did not succeed, there would be problems for him, and in
any event, there would be problems for Clodius.

"OH, I shall have to report to others that Marcellus has more talents
than we know of.."  The man grinned, inhaled, and his seed filled
Marcellus' mouth. "  The man smiled.    "I will tend to my own cleaning.
I DO hope to see you again Marcellus."

Marcellus could not wash out his mouth fast enough.  The encounter filled
him with anger, and his training of his students was, to be honest,
brutal that day.  He said nothing to Glaucus when he met him after his
teaching - a slave's word had no weight in this world  and simply greeted
him with  "My Lord.  I am ready to serve you."

Glaucus smiled.  "I would be the second Lord you've served today, would I
not be Marcellus?"  The man reddened.  "It is a gymnasium.  Much happens
that is , shall we say, inappropriate, and to ensure that nothing too far
gone happens, Clodius has listening positions. He heard everything, and
reported it to me while you were teaching.  "  Glaucus stopped and took a
very firm stance.  "Let me be clear, Marcellus, my slaves are MY SLAVES.
NO ONE does anything to them, without my permission, just as I expect my
slaves to obey me.  You were put in an inescapable position."  He
sneered  "Something I hope to do to you in due course; however, I have
already spoken to the man, who's name, by the way, is Tracitus.  He will
not accost you again."

"Thank you My Lord.  I did not know what to do".
"You behaved well, Marcellus.  The general in you undoubtedly wanted to
cause harm."
"Yes My Lord.  That was the case."
"However, you are no longer a general. You are a slave.  And it is taking
time to learn this. I appreciate that, and I will be patient. At some
point, however, my patience will cease.  I will let you know.  For now,
Marcellus,  do not forget how a slave behaves with his Master."
"Yes My Lord."  Marcellus dropped his eyes and put his hands behind his
back.  Glaucus took his forearm, as he was wont to do.
"Being seen with you makes every Roman jealous , Marcellus.  I will
admit, capturing you was one of my goals of this campaign. Helping the
Republic was certainly in my heart, but having you as my slave, moved
me... elsewhere."  He laughed.

They were walking toward the arena where the auction was to happen.
Marcellus' eyes were down, but he could see enough to know that Demos was
not that far from him.  He saw the beautiful boy's back, as he walked,
again in proper slave position, with his owner's hand firmly on his
buttocks, not his arm.  Glaucus laughed.  "Portius REALLY likes that
young boy.  I just wonder what happens when he gets too old for the man."

"Excuse me My Lord?"
"Portius prefers his bed partners blond, and young.  That is why he
favors Demos so much.  But 'young' is a relative term Marcellus.  I think
of you as young, but you are in your 30s.  Demos has barely started
sprouting face hair.  When they need to shave, Portius loses interest."

"And what will happen to Demos My Lord?"  Glaucus sighed  "well, he IS a
slave.  He IS still relatively young, so there IS the brothel, or he will
sell him to another, or offer him in sacrifice.  It is the way."

Marcellus blood went cold.  "My Lord, is there any way of knowing how
long?"  Glaucus squeezed Marcellus' arm.  "It is soon. That is why he is
interested in the auction today.  "

'HAIL PORTIUS'  Glaucus called out and the man stopped. Apparently, Demos
did not know that he would be seeing Marcellus today, and he moved
forward, before Portius grabbed him by the hair and pulled him back. 'BE
STILL SLAVE."   Glaucus whispered to Marcellus  "advice you should take
as well."

"I am told it is a particularly comely group of slaves,"  said Portius.
"They were selected from the larger mass.

"Indeed, there was discussion today in the counsel, as to whether or not
they should have their hair cut to have the  possibility of pollution
removed.

"I'm not in favor of that, Glaucus.  I like my boy with a longer head of
hair."  He stroked Demos' hair.  "A good wash, and a periodic
disinfection, will do the trick."

They entered the arena.  There would be a period to inspect the slaves
before the auction began.  There were perhaps 50 different slaves.
Different ages, different body types.  Most were blond, but not all.
"Hmmmm."  Portius approached one of the younger ones.  He raised his head
and signalled to him to open his mouth.  When the boy refused, he smacked
him.  "INSOLENCE.  It needs to be beaten out of them."  The boy
recovered, and opened his mouth.  Portius made a face.  "Bad teeth.
He'll smell in bed.    He moved on, looking around.  There were handsome
men, just none that seemed to appeal to him.  He kept on standing Demos
next to ones he favored.  Finally, he saw one:  longer hair, and looking
sullen.  His nipple showed that he HAD in fact been owned before, as the
Northerners did ring their slaves.

"Hmmm.  This one is cute.  That is not shaving:  he has no body hair, and
the chin... smooth.  "  He looked at the boy's blue eyes.   "YOUR NAME,
SLAVE."
"My name is Ulrich My Lord."  He never raised his eyes.
"You speak our language. "
"Yes My Lord.  I was a student before I was captured in a raid on the
further northern territories.  My parents thought that learning it would
do me well."
"And indeed it may.  Your parents?"
Ulrich paused.  He had to catch his breath.  "My mother was sold in
another auction.  My father is here.  "  He signalled with his head, to a
man that Glaucus was inspecting:  he could have been the blond version of
Marcellus.

"Your name is what, SLAVE?"  Glaucus asked the older man, who bit his lip
and refused to answer.  Marcellus looked on.  "I would suggest you
answer, my friend.  My Master is strict,  and he knows how to  make a man
talk.  I speak of experience."  The grizzly blond man looked at
Marcellus.  "I have no time for you slave."

Then it happened.  The move for which Glaucus was famous.  He took each
of the man's nipples in his fingers and began twisting. First, there was
no reaction, then the man recoiled.  His breathing changed, and the whole
auditorium turned to his moans.  Ulrich yelled "FATHER."  but was stopped
from advancing.  Glaucus simply increased the pressure.  "I have asked
only for your name, SLAVE.  That should not be too hard."

"I am Franz My Lord.  Franz.  Please may I be relieved of this torment."

Glaucus smiled.  "What do you think, Marcellus?  Do you think that relief
from being my bed slave is something you would like?"

Marcellus had to consider this.  Yes, the thought of being a slave
bothered him immensely.  But he had come to enjoy the evenings with
Glaucus.  The sex was brutal, but he found himself becoming erect in the
cage during each session.  Now, a new slave?  It meant less time with
Glaucus.
"As My Lord wishes.  My Lord's pleasure is mine."  Glaucus was happy with
the answer.

"Portius, let us talk.  It seems that we already own a betrothed couple,"
and they laughed.  Perhaps....
Portius grinned.  "The young ones always sell for more.  "
"I will equalize the expenditure, Portius,"  Glaucus rolled his eyes.


The auction began, and Franz was up on the block early.  The slave master
always  kept the objectively more desirable ones for last.  Glaucus was,
in fact, the only buyer to bid on Franz.    As the man was bound, and a
temporary collar was placed on him, an idea crossed Glaucus' mind, and he
passed the lead rope to Marcellus.

"You will bring him to the compound.  Hand him over to the steward.  Then
return.  " He smiled. "I remember my promise to you."

Bidding on Ulrich was much more competitive, and he sold for a price
three times his father.  Portius was beaming, as he stood between his new
slave and Demos.  "In the middle of two blonds.  What BLISS."

"I am glad you have a new toy, Portius.  When Marcellus returns..."

"Ah yes, we have promised the slaves an evening together. "  He looked at
Demos.  "Have you anything to say."

"Thank you My Lord.  Your kindness overwhelms me."   Portius laughed.
"His insincerity... that is why I love blonds, Glaucus.  They color with
every lie. "

Marcellus had returned by now.  "Franz is now with the steward My Lord.
He is being taught his duties."

EXCELLENT.  Now, let us walk to Portius' home.  That is where the two of
you will spend the evening.

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When they arrived at Portius' home,  he and Glaucus had dinner, while
they allowed Marcellus and Demos to eat in private.

"What should we have them do?  They are ours for the evening, you know"
Portius smiled.

"When they were at my compound, they seemed to do all right by
themselves, but.... he leaned forward and made a suggestion.
'BRILLIANT"

After the meal, they brought Marcellus and Demos to the large room that
was Portius' bedroom.  Demos knew it well.

"We have decided that the two of you shall enjoy each other in different
ways.  In the first of these, you shall be bound."  Portius spoke, as he
took  Demos' delicate wrists and tied them.  Glaucus did the same with
Marcellus.   They then positioned them, such that their individual faces
were buried in each other's crotches.

"Now, we will release the cages."  As they were unlocked, both men's
cocks sprang forward.  "Well, what are you waiting for?  Let's see some
action with your mouths."  Demos, of course, had sucked Marcellus many
times, and took to it immediately.  Marcellus, now trained with sword
swallowing, had to reconcile that he was going to swallow his bottom's
sword.  He did, and Demos moaned.  How did Marcellus get so good at
this?  He shouldn't have thought about it:  he knew.

The Masters permitted them to enjoy each other in this way for a good ten
minutes.  Portius smiled as he brought out two chains.  "I found these in
a bazaar in the Mid east.  Normally, one would use a single chain, on one
slave; however, since we have two..."  He attached the claws of one chain
to Marcellus' left nipple and Demos' right.  The second chain, vice
versa.  "Now, my pretties."  He and Glaucus began gently pulling them
away from each other, stretching the chains and increasing the pain.
'PLEASE MY LORD  PLEASE.  DO NOT LET DEMOS BE HURT THIS WAY,"  Marcellus
yelled.

"AH.  The love.  The concern.  It does my heart good."  Glaucus and
Protius moved in and took off the clamps- then they played with their
slaves' nipples .  Marcellus, of course, suffered more from that.

"WHAT are you doing to us? PLEASE MY LORDS."  Protius  had an evil look
on his face.  "You must both learn, that you serve your Masters, NOT
yourselves."  He then untied Demos, and held him tightly,  while Glaucus
retied Marcellus to the bed, face up.  He did not tie his ankles, but he
spread Marcellus' legs.  "KEEP THEM OPEN SLAVE."

"Yes My Lord."

Demos squirmed in Protius arms, and he felt the man getting erect.  "What
does My Lord wish of me?"

"Heh heh.  Demos, I  heard a rumor that you were asking for a shaving
stone the other day.  Is that true?"
Demos blushed.  "For my legs, My Lord."
Protius smacked him.  Marcellus tried to protest, but he was tied down.
'LEAVE HIM ALONE."
'SILENCE SLAVE."  Glaucus smacked his uncaged sword.
"And then, this morning, while I caressed your face... my fingers caught
on stubble.  " He licked Demos' ear.  "My boy is becoming a man."

"My Lord, I am still your boy.   "

Protius laughed  "No, Demos.  You are now my young man.  That is why I
have purchased Ulrich.  We shall share him.  As you become a man, you
must learn to use your sword, not just those beautiful melons that are
your ass."

Marcellus had figured out what they planned to do.  He squirmed and
struggled, but again, to no avail.  Glaucus came  over and took
Marcellus' sword in his hand.  "Let us see how large this becomes."

My lovely Demos, you have never been IN a man before have you?"
"No My Lord.  I have been receptive.  Never active."
"You will have witnesses to show you are a man.  You will now take
Marcellus."

"NO.  I TAKE DEMOS.  DEMOS IS MY BOY.  HE IS NOT MY MAN."  Glaucus and
Protius looked at each other.  "Yes, it is necessary."  Glaucus pulled a
large cloth out of his robes, and gagged Marcellus.

"TAKE  HIS ASS DEMOS. Yours has been taken often enough that you will
know how.  "

"MMMPH MMMPH MMMPH"  Marcellus squirmed.  Demos was frozen but his sword
began to grow.  There was Marcellus, in front of him.

"Of course, you may choose not to, slave.  In which case, I will keep
Ulrich for myself, and we will dispatch you to the mines, where MEN
work."

When Marcellus heard "to the mines," he calmed down.  He looked at Demos
and shook his head yes.    Protius released Demos and he approached
Marcellus.  He mounted him and began to enter.  His first tries were
futile and the two men laughed at their slaves.  Then, Protius came up
behind Demos and stroked his nipples.  His sword grew, and entered
Marcellus.   Marcellus moaned.  Demos was not gifted, but he was still
not used to being entered in this way.  Demos was inexperienced, but
Marcellus tried to guide him by signalling with his head:  tossing it
back to show he should push, and leaning forward to show he should pull
back.

"Is it not the tradition for a father to bring his son to a brothel, and
to make sure the act is consummated, the first time, Protius?"  Glaucus
looked at his friend.
"So it is.  Perhaps this is a way of making sure that my 'son' has grown
up correctly," and he laughed.

Demos had begun to enjoy what he was doing, and he pushed, faster and
faster.  "OH MY MARCELLUS.  I AM SORRY.  I ... I....  "  and Demos shot
his semen into his lover.  He sobbed as he did it.

'WHAT AN EXCELLENT SHOW.  Demos, you are now a man.  You will continue to
be my bed slave, but you will have Ulrich as you wish, and as approved by
me."

"As My Lord wishes."

Glaucus spoke  "I believe they should be left to themselves for the
night.  May I use your guest room?"

Protius  smiled.  "It is already set up for you.  And I have had your
steward bring Eric for you."

"You are the host who considers everything, Protius."

"UNTIE YOUR FRIEND DEMOS."

"Yes  my Lord."

Marcellus lay there, stunned, until Glaucus and Protius turned to leave.
"You will have the evening together.  Do as you will.  I will introduce
Ulrich to the joys of this home," said Protius.   "

When they left, Demos hugged Marcellus.  "I am Sorry, my lover.  I AM
SORRY.  PLEASE PUNISH ME AS YOU WOULD."
Marcellus hugged him.  "There is no apology." He kissed him  "Welcome to
manhood Demos.  When we are free, we will share roles."

"I don't want the role Marcellus.  I want you on top of me. In me.  "
Marcellus stroked the young man's hair.  "All things change, Demos.  All
things change."