Date: Mon, 25 May 2020 16:36:28 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Glaucus and Marcellus: installment 8

The grip that Glaucus kept on Marcellus during the night was a strong
one.  Every time Marcellus stirred, it felt as if Glaucus tightened that
grip, just a bit more.  Although he was a strong man, Marcellus was
unable to make any kind of progress whatsoever in loosening Glaucus'
hold.  It was yet another reminder to him that he had been defeated, and
a captive of this man.

As light began to break, Glaucus stirred and his fingers began to tease
at  Marcellus' nipples. Glaucus had uncovered that secret weakness, and
all Marcellus could do , held so tightly, was to try to enjoy it.  He
could feel his own sword filling its cage, as well as Glaucus' free sword
pushing up against him.  His breathing became more irregular, and deeper,
and occasionally a moan escaped  his mouth.

"My fine Materan DOES enjoy nipple work, don't you, Marcellus?"  Glaucus
whispered into Marcellus' ear.

"Yes My Lord.  I have not had these stimulated since I was a much younger
man.... "
Glaucus flipped Marcellus on his back.  The man who had been the pride of
the Materan rebels, was helpless as Glaucus pinned him down and began
nibbling at his pecs.  "Since you were a younger man. .. "  He smiled.
"Perhaps obtaining that information will be the aim of our first session
with the new toys you were eyeing last night.  Portius always brings me
back such interesting gifts from his trips.."   He paused.  "Open your
mouth Marcellus.  My tongue first, and then my sword.  Wet it, so that it
can pierce you easier."

"Yes MY Lord. "  Glaucus took the measure of Marcellus' lips with his
tongue, and then straddled him for thrusting his sword where his tongue
had already been.  Again, Marcellus fought the feelings of pleasure that
were filling him, to no avail.  When Glaucus removed his sword, he
pleaded. "Please My Lord... could my sword be released, for just now?"

Glaucus laughed.  "NO.  "   And then he stroked Marcellus' hair.  "There
are events to occur  for which you will be glad it is locked now."  For
now, however, there is no talk to be had.  All to be had is your slave
ass."

He had switched to vulgar speech as he sometimes did, as he pushed
Marcellus' legs in the air so that he could take him.  And take him, he
did.  The deep sleep had apparently reinvigorated Glaucus in all areas.
Marcellus felt himself pierced in a way he had not yet been pierced.  He
bit his tongue so as not to scream out loud. Every time Glaucus took him
to bed, he seemed to find yet another area which stimulated Marcellus in
a way he had not been stimulated.  So it was today.  Glaucus seemed
almost to be twisting his sword like a corkscrew as he took Marcellus.
The sensations were new, and pleasurable.  As Glaucus reached his climax,
and filled Marcellus with his seed, Marcellus wished it were still going
on.


"My Lord seems to know as much about love making as anyone in Rome."
Glaucus was pleased with the comlement, and he kissed Marcellus gently.
"Not all of the work I do with scrolls
is official Marcellus... And let us say we are only in Chapter 1 of a
very long book."


There was a pause, and then, Marcellus spoke.  "My Lord, I fear to say
this, yet I must.  I have considered the matter very carefully.  I must
assume that the laws for consorts, are the same in Rome as they are in
Matera:  both consorts must be willing to be a part of the match."

"Indeed, that is the rule here Marcellus."

"I am aware of what the consequences may be My Lord, but if that is the
case, I cannot accept being your consort.  "

Glaucus took a deep breath.  He was not surprised, but he wanted to hear
Marcellus' reasons.  "I would ask  you why , slave Marcellus."

"My Lord, I was taught that two consorts must share more than physical
desire.  I will not deny that I look forward to the evenings that I am
called to your bed.  Nor will I deny that I am learning to enjoy my new
role.  But both are in the context of a recognition that I am your slave
and I must obey.  Were I a free man, this would not be happening.  And
while I stand in awe of your power, your learning, your prowess,   I do
not feel for you what I have felt for Demos.  "

Glaucus  looked at him.  "Do you think that those feelings will ever
come, Marcellus?"

Marcellus sighed  "Part of me wishes I could answer that yes, My Lord.
For now though, I am afraid that the answer is, at best, that I do not
know. "

"VERY WELL"  Glaucus rose, and reached for his morning robe.  "While I
cannot say that I am pleased with your answer, I DO appreciate your
candor, and your bravery in being candid.  " He paused.  "There are other
Lords in Rome, who would punish  you for this in ways you cannot
imagine.    One of my colleagues has gelded men for answers such as
that.  I have a different approach, as I would rather continue to have
you as my bed slave, than not.  "  He paused.  "I have much to consider
this day, including what will be your future,  but we will have to
continue the day as if all were normal.  You should get ready for your
meeting with Clodius, and the gladiator's school.  "  He clapped his
hands and the attendants entered.  "Please be sure that Marcellus takes
breakfast.  In the slave quarters.  Please take him away for this
morning.  I must prepare for the day.

"As our Lord wishes. "  Marcellus reached for his loin cloth but was
stopped.

"NO.  Bring him to the quarters as he is.  While it is no secret where he
spent his evening, let us punctuate it by letting all know."  He cast an
evil grin at Marcellus.  "Humiliation is one of the highest forms of
punishment for a proud man, Marcellus.  Learn it well.

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After Marcellus had left, attendants came in.  "My Lord,"  spoke the lead
attendant.  "You had instructed  us to bring the new bed slave to you
when you had finished your meal.  As you seem to have finished, we have
him here."

Glaucus could see Franz standing with two other attendants.  He was
bound, and  they had gagged him also.

"Why is he gagged?"  Glaucus asked, more intrigued than angry.

"My Lord, we know that you prefer to use gags on your bed slaves
yourself; however, his cursing and yelling were disturbing everyone.  The
gag was necessary to silence him."  He paused.  "As was a bit of
punishment administered to his sword."

Franz did, indeed, look defeated.  Gloriously handsome, but defeated.
His head hung down,  and his hands were firmly tied behind him.  He
seemed to still be in a bit of pain.  Not a sound came out of  him.

"You did well, Brassius.  One cannot complain about how you subdued this
one.  He is difficult.  Place him on the cross,  and set out the shaving
implements.  One bed slave with body hair is sufficient."

"As you will My Lord."

"Also, he will learn.  As of today, his name is no longer Franz.  It's a
disgusting name from a barbarian tribe.  If he is to be  Roman, his name
will be Flavius."
"As you will My Lord."

They took Franz/Flavius off to Glaucus torture room, and laid out the
tools he requested.  When he entered , Franz/Flavius had recovered a bit,
and he was moaning through the gag, and struggling at the restraints.

"It will do you no good Flavius.  I would relax if I were you.  You will
only harm yourself. " He stretched out his hand and held the man's
balls.  He squeezed.  "Or perhaps I will do the harm myself."  There was
a whine, rather than a scream from Franz/Flavius' mouth, and he shook his
head yes.  He stopped struggling."

"I will remove the gag unless you overreact flavius.  Am I clear?"

"You are clear  MY LORD."  He spat out.  "But my name is FRANZ, it is NOT
Flavius."

Glaucus smiled, and went back to his balls.  "Your name is now FLAVIUS.
You seem to forget that you are property now, and in my power.  I choose
to name you Flavius, and you are FLAVIUS."  He squeezed harder.  "ARE WE
CLEAR?"  as he twisted the man's testicles.

Flavius groaned in pain  "Yes My Lord.  You are clear."

"Did you enjoy your first night as a bed slave, Flavius?"

There was silence.  Flavius had never been taken by a man before, and at
first, he had struggled, fought,  and then, as sensation overwhelmed him,
surrendered to it.  His evening with Ahmad and Eric had taught him that
this was how things were to be.

"It is unfamiliar to me My Lord, but yes,  ultimately, I did enjoy it."

Glaucus smiled.  "I did too, Flavius, and I hope to enjoy you a gain, but
with much less of this... interfering hair.."

"THAT HAIR IS PART OF MY MANHOOD "  he yelled.  Again,  Glaucus went to
his balls.  "Which now belongs to me."  He picked up the sharp edge.
"This can cut if the target is not still. I would suggest you bear that
in mind."   Slowly, he  passed the sharp edge over Flavius' chest.  He
circled his nipples several times, simply to make a point.  He then went
to the arm pits, and removed that hair too.

"You should be pleased I am traditional, Flavius.  The modern way to do
this, is with an alkaline bath.  It burns the hair off of the subject.
It prevents hair from growing back, which some prefer.  " Glaucus
smiled.  "I prefer to shave my bed slaves once a month.  So we shall do
it again."

"As you wish, My Lord.  May I speak a question?"

"Speak a question. That is your foul language interfering with the beauty
of Latin.  ASK a question."

"I apologize My Lord.  It was not my intention to disturb you with my
poor command of Latin.  My question is:  can you tell me what has
happened to my son?"

"Ah, yes.  Ulrich.  By now he has probably been renamed as well.  He is
at the estate of Portius."  Glaucus smiled.  "I hope your son is more
compliant than you are, because Portius has a much more abrasive
temperament than do I, and he is not adverse to using the whip."

"Will I get a chance to see my son again, My Lord?"
"That will depend, Flavius.  On yourself, on your son, on Portius. I am
not adverse to it.  How old is your son, Flavius?"
"He has passed 14 cycles, My Lord."
"AH.  A perfect age for Portius.  "

Glaucus paused, and ran his finger up the newly shorn torso of  his new
slave.  "Today, you will be fitted with your sword protector."
"My sword protector."
Glaucus smiled.  "From what I know of your people, your approach to
preventing men whom you do not wish to breed, is to slice the sword from
their body and leave them to live or die as the fates dictate."  "In
Rome, we are far less brutal.  You will be fitted with a cage to prevent
you from using what is no longer yours.  It will be removed at my
discretion."

"How is that kinder, My Lord?"
"You will live.  Your fate is not in the hands of a capricious deity.
You will also be fitted with the collar, and band of a slave.  " He
looked at him.  Then he called in the attendants.  "BRING IN AHMAD AND
ERIC."

The other two  bed slaves were summoned promptly.  Both took proper
position.  "Ahmad, Eric,  we would traditionally have the wrestling match
to determine Flavius' placement in the order of slaves.  I propose to
make him beta slave, below Marcellus.  If either of you would care to
challenge that determination and wrestle Flavius, speak now."

Flavius was confused,  but the two both indicated that they were happy
with their positions, and were removed.

Glaucus continued to play with Flavius' torso and nipples.
"Occasionally, I permit the cages to be removed from my slaves' swords.
When that happens, there is an order:  Eric,  who is delta slave, may be
taken by any of the other slaves.  Ahmad may be taken by you, or by
Marcellus, and the only slave who has rights to you, is Marcellus.  Only
I have rights to Marcellus.  " He smiled.  "Of course, if you would wish
to challenge that determination, you may wrestle Marcellus for dominant
position.  He is at his tasks now, so we cannot ask his views.  You may
consider them for the day."  He clapped his hands.  "Release Flavius.
Fit him appropriately, size him for his protector.  I will apply it
myself, when I am ready.   For now, I must prepare myself for a visit to
Portius.  I HOPE he has not made any decisions on that young man yet."
He grinned.  Glaucus had plans for Demos: plans that would further break
Marcellus, making him a more compliant subject than he already was.

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Glaucus found Portius in his garden.  He had the new boy, Ulrich, with
him.  He was at Portius' side,  with Portius' hand playing through his
hair.  The boy looked tired, and scared.  He was in only a loin cloth,
and Glaucus could see the marks from Portius' nails, and the small bite
marks on his chest.

'AVE ET SALVE GLAUCUS.  A delight to have your visit."  He turned to the
boy.  "STAND URBAN, "  for he had renamed his new slave as well.  "Now,
back to quarters.  "Yes My Lord"  the boy muttered, not looking up.  "ONE
MINUTE MY FINE PUP.. A kiss for your Master."  The boy seemed reluctant,
but opened his lips for Portius tongue.  "AH, sweet.  Like the first
strawberries of spring.  Now off with you."

As the boy left, he embraced Glaucus.  "My friend, this may be the best
purchase I have ever made.  Even moreso than that lovely Demos."
"So you have renamed him?"
"Oh yes.  Those disgusting Teutonic names.  All those harsh syllables.
All those breaks in the flow of a word.  "
"Was he reluctant?"
Portius laughed.  "I had already taken care of his reluctance.  I did not
rename him until after I had taken him.  THAT  is where the reluctance
was.  This one, Glaucus, was truly a virgin.  In all respects.  A woman
had never kissed him.  He knew absolutely NOTHING of love making." He
paused.  "And so tight, Glaucus. OH, so tight.  I went back to lubricate
him three times before I could enter him.  And he squealed.  OH, did he
squeal.  " He smiled, enjoying the memory.  "He is surprisingly strong
for such a young boy.  I presume from the farm labors.  I subdued him, of
course,  but even then, to pry apart his young legs.  "

He came out of his reverie.  "You have enjoyed his father?  What
disgusting name did he have?   Franz was it?"
"Yes, but he is now Flavius."
"EXCELLENT GLAUCUS.  I take it you have introduced him to the joys of
your presence."
"I did  Portius.  And I must say, while he was not as much of a challenge
as your boy, he was a challenge.  And worth every second of it."  Now
Glaucus began to smile at memories.  "I am spent from the night, first
with him and then with Marcellus, but this morning, when he was shorn....
had I not work to do, I would have taken him again."

"Ah, Glaucus!  It must be your chef.  No one but you could actually have,
and enjoy sex as often in a day as you do"
"What can I say, Portius?  Horatio was so good at reading my moods.  That
was in him.  I will never be able to teach someone that."
"No , you are right.  When you find the right one,  you must hold onto
them, even if it spites the gods."  He paused.  "But of course, the gods
will have what they will have."
He saw that this discussion was saddening his friend.  "BUT ENOUGH of the
past.  Glaucus, you did not come here to tell me about your time with
Flavius.  Have you business we should discuss?"

"Perhaps old friend.  I wondered what you plan to do with Demos, now that
you have Urban."
Portius smiled, as he saw an opportunity.  He was glad that Glaucus was
as transparent as he was.
"Well,  Crassus prefers his bed slaves a bit older than do I,  so I was
considering offering Demos to him 'for future considerations', but if
memory serves, Crassus does not care for blonds."
"He does not, Portius, and that is an understatement."
"Yes, he DOES seem to have an abundance of Nubian slaves, doesn't he?"
They both laughed at that.  "But beyond that, it is a difficult
question.  I like the young man, but Urban will be my new bed mate for
the foreseeable future, and I have no place in the house for an extra
slave.   The brothel perhaps?  He seems too pretty to be sent to mine
work.  A sacrifice to Apollo?  No, I cannot see that.  " He paused. "have
you an idea, Glaucus."

"I do my friend.  I would like to ask the steward of my home if we have a
place for him.  NOT as a bed slave.  That will not happen.  But..."  and
he smiled.  "You of all people will understand the value of having the
consort of the man you seek as your bed mate in your power?"

Portius smiled  "AH GLAUCUS.  It is fortunate for us all that you did not
seek the title of  Emperor. With a mind that crafty, you would be wearing
the crown right now.    How much time do you need.?"

"One day.  No more than that.  But I must ask:  what is your price for
the lad?"
Portius smiled.   "You are my friend Glaucus, and thus, my price is
lower.  You may have the lad for 30,000 denarii."
Glaucus laughed.  "That is your price for a friend?   No wonder you are
alone.  You KNOW the brothel will not pay you more than 10, and of
course, you will get less for selling him for a mine crew.  The brothel
will give you ten.  I will offer you 15"
Portius was silent.  He and Glaucus knew each other since they were
children.  They argued over who was older, but their birth year was the
same.  They both knew, the minute Glaucus made the offer, that this was
the price he would pay. But they enjoyed the verbal jousting.
"Consider the price firm.  Check with your steward, and let me know
tomorrow."
"So shall it be my friend."  Glaucus rose, and embraced Portius.  "Be
well.  And enjoy the lad.  Perhaps we can arrange an entertainment where
he and his father may be reunited."
Portius laughed.  "I would call you the most perverted man in Rome,
Glaucus, if I did not want that title myself."


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In fact, Glaucus did not need to discuss the matter with his steward.  He
knew that the staff of slaves was short by 2 or 3 .  Age had carried off
one, disease a second, and the third had been caught stealing, and had
been sent to the mines.  He simply had to determine how to raise the
issue with Marcellus.  After thinking on it, he had a plan,  He
instructed the steward to have Marcellus come to his chambers as soon as
he had returned from the academy.  It would not be necessary to wash
before hand.  And when Marcellus arrived, he did as instructed.

"My Lord has asked me to come to him,"  he took the proper position in
front of Glaucus, who was in his lounge chair.
"Yes Marcellus.  I wish to discuss a matter with you before proceeding.
Please take the seat to my left."
Marcellus sat, knowing this was a matter of seriousness. Slaves were
usually NOT permitted to take chairs, but were to sit on the floor.

Glaucus laced his fingers together.  "I have considered, very carefully,
what you have said to me this morning as to being my consort.  "
"My Lord, if I spoke out of turn, I regret it. "
"No Marcellus, you spoke honestly, and you cite the law correctly.  Being
a bed slave is not something one chooses.  Being a consort is.  And if
you do not wish to be my consort, then the matter is concluded."
"I thank you My Lord.  If I may, I wish I felt as I need to to be your
consort.  To share your bed as often as I have, is an honor."
Glaucus smiled.  He could smell flattery 1000 meters away.   "I take your
words to heart Marcellus.  Now, on the subject of consorts, I must
discuss a business situation with you."  He took a breath.  "As you saw,
Portius has grown weary of Demos, and will not keep him in his household
any longer."

"I understood that My Lord, and it makes my heart hurt.  I realize that
the gods determine our fate, but to have Demos and to lose him, again, it
is saddening."
"Yes, I understand the operation of the gods, and loss Marcellus."  He
brushed back a tear as he thought of Horatio again.  "Perhaps this
situation can be mollified, such that all are satisfied.  Today, I
visited Portius.  We have come to an agreement by which I would purchase
Demos and he would become part of my household."

Marcellus could not contain himself, and he stood.  "MY LORD.  PLEASE DO
NOT JEST WITH ME ON THIS?'

Glaucus raised his voice.  "SIT MARCELLUS. YOU ARE A SLAVE NOT A GENERAL.
REMEMBER THAT."

"My apologies Sir.  I overstepped."
"For another slave, that would mean the lash; however, I will forego
this, if you will be calm while I explain the situation.  Demos will NOT
come into this house as a bed slave.  I have no interest in that.  He
will be an attendant slave.  And you must make me a promise.  And I am
VERY serious about this promise. Demos will have to make it too."

"I listen My Lord."

"You must not forget that you are MY property, and MY bed slave.  Should
Demos come into this house, he will be caged, but he will be caged,
permanently.  And you must promise to me that, while you will undoubtedly
interact in the house, you will NEVER show any intimacy to him.  He will
have to make the same promise."  He paused.  "Because if you are caught
in showing intimacy to each other,  how do I put this... there will be no
need for cages, for either of you."

Marcellus dropped into thought.  He could save Demos, and he could see
him every day.  But... the agony of the young man being unavailable."

"I am not quite finished Marcellus.  You will have to make an additional
avowal to me.  While you, as alpha, or perhaps beta slave,  have rights
to other bed slaves in this house,  you will have to promise to never
take the active position, and to confine your sexual activity to my bed.
That will include, how shall I put this, self satisfaction?

Marcellus paused.  "Have I been demoted in view of Franz, My Lord? You
spoke of beta?"

Glaucus grinned to himself.  That question told him that this matter was
concluded.  "Franz shall now be known as Flavius.  I offered him the
opportunity to wrestle you for the position of alpha bed slave, as I do
to all new members of group.  He is considering it.  I now ask you for
your decision, for if this is too much for you,  I will inform Portius
that I am withdrawing my offer. "

"Please My Lord.  I would save Demos from the life he would lead.  I
thank you for the opportunity.  "

Glaucus clapped his hands and an attendant appeared. "YES MY LORD?"

"Plautus, please have Ahmad bring this pouch to Portius.  Portius will
know what to do.  And inform Ahmad that he is not to return without the
property agreed upon."

"Yes My Lord."

Glaucus turned back to Marcellus.  "It is now time for you to begin
satisfying your agreement."

He brought Marcellus to his bed chamber.

"On the bed.  Face up.  As if  crucified."

Marcellus took his place on the soft linen that lined the bed, and felt
Glaucus secure his wrists, and  his ankles.  He remembered, for the first
time that day, the toys on the side table.

"Yes, Marcellus.  We are going to explore the use of these... Where shall
we start.. "  Glaucus began using one of the toys on Marcellus' arm pit.
He saw the man try to seal his lips, as laughs bubbled up.   "How nice.
It appears my bed slave enjoys these..."  He took a second one, and now
he began tickling both arm pits. The seal broke on Marcellus' lips and he
began to laugh.  Not deeply, but almost like a school boy.   That
changed, when Glaucus  picked up two larger toys, and began running them
down Marcellus' sides.

"BY THE GODS STOP!!!!"  Marcellus broke into convulsive laughter.  His
face grew bright red.  "AGGGH.   This is worse than the exercises Clodius
gave me to do. STOP. PLEASE STOP..'

"We have one more area to explore Marcellus.   Such beautiful feet. SUCH
beautiful feet."  Marcellus curled his toes, for that was all he could do
in the restraints.

These smaller, rotating toys, will be a joy to use on you.  And I will,
at least until you plead with me to impale. you."

'HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"    The noise spilled out of the
bedroom, and the attendants giggled.  "Our Lord is enjoying his new
toys.  Poor Marcellus," and they laughed again.

'HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.  Please. Stop.  No more. No
more.  Impale me My Lord. IMPALE ME.  Take me with your sword.  I am your
bed slave.  SHOW IT.  SHOW ME WHY  YOU CONQUERED ME."

Glaucus dropped his robe, and undid the restraints on Marcellus' ankles.
"You will soon find, Marcellus, that the act of tickling arouses me.  He
PLUNGED into Marcellus, who screamed in pain, and then began moaning with
pleasure.  "Did Demos ever feel this good when I took him?"  he
wondered?    For a minute, he thought  'what if Glaucus wanted him,
instead of me?'  and made up his mind that he would have to make sure
that Glaucus never felt that need.  He remembered something Demos would
do to tease his sword, and did it to Glaucus, who looked down with a
grin.

"You are learning, my fine  slave... All the better.  Perhaps I can have
Demos impart some of HIS  secrets to you. I am sure he has some.  For now
though.... " Glaucus pushed one more time, and flooded Marcellus' canal
with his seed.

"So satisfying to see you conquered again, Marcellus.  It does not
replace my Horatio, but you are a FINE prize.

"Thank you My Lord."

"You will share my bed tonight.  But for that, we do need to have you
cleaned from the day.  Return when you are done."

"Yes My Lord."

He hurried to the slave baths.  And as he ran through the halls, he saw
Demos, bound , being led into the house.  The young man looked up once.
"Marcellus" he said, before he was led away.