Date: Sun, 13 Apr 2003 17:35:21 -0700
From: Dave
Subject: Greek Slave

*********The character names and settings are fictional.  This is intended
for the reading pleasure of like minded individuals and not intended to
influence others in any way.******


The setting is the second era of ancient Greece. The city of Corinth and
the slave trade is in full force.  Many mixed race peoples of all
backgrounds work their way through the maze of dirt alleys and marketplaces
with a huge temple in the distance.  The era of domestic service and
slavery is at am all-time high.  This story begins at a large compound
filled with young men and women ranging from their early teens to twenties.
All different in origin and sleeping in crowded bunks, with one large
exercise yard located in the center of the oval facility.  Several large
men in tunics walk around ordering and occassionally hitting, swatting or
whipping the young slaves at thier whim.  All being prepped for the
inevitable sale into domestic service...SLAVERY.

The morning begins with a loud banging at the door fo the fifth house for
males.  Khelan wakes to the ound of heavy footsteps and the bright light of
the sun beaming in through the large iron door. All of the young men sit up
and stand at attention in a single row as the largest tuniced man walks
down the aisle stopping at Khelan.  He sniffs and grunts before grabbing
the young man's arm to lead him out into the courtyard.  Khelan tries to
get his bearings as the large man drags him to the main entrance.  He
tosses the teen into the forum room where he stands next to several other
young men all in robes and bowing their heads.  He follows suit as he has
learned.

"Hmmmmm...."  says a tall, black haired man in a long woven robe.

He is very powerful in build and paces along the length of potential slaves
eyeing them in succession.  He stops just past Khelan and turns.  Khelan
keeps his eyes down and stared at his bare toes, all even and grimy form
dirt and sweat.

"This one."  the man says over his shoulder to the guards.

The other young men are rushed out as the guards usher them back to the
lock house area.  Khelan shakes slightly as the tall man walks around him.
He can smell the faint aroma of berry juice mixed with some sort of pungent
nectar on him. The man seems very poised and almost kind.

"Remove the robe."

Khelan shyly looks at him and unties his belt and slips out of the tattered
clothing.  The man walks out wide and looks him over with little emotion.
Khelan shifts in a nervous pace, not sure what was next.  The sole facility
foreman stands in the corner twirling a whip in his hands.

"Nice coloring. Could be assyrian? Maybe a nubian/phoenician half breed?
Round firm buttocks, well developed legs, and nice feet.  The full lips are
a plus.  He looks a little lean in the center. How are you feeding them?"

"Ummm...praetor...he is naturally, um...lean, SIR...."

"Mmmmm...turn around boy."  he said firmly.

Khelan did and crossed his toes nervously.  Not sure what to do next.

"Bend over and grab your ankles as well.  Now..."

Khelan did as he was told.  He looked over at the distroted view of the
foreman in the distance, watching him.  His dirty black hair hung over his
face as he felt the big hands of the prospective buyer carressing his high
set round buttocks.

"Hmmmm....firm, enticing as well. IF your inclined that way..."

Khelan shook as the man's hands caressed his hips, upper thighs, low back
and arms while standing over him.  Suddenly he felt the man's middle finger
slid between his hips. It made him clench and whimper.

"BE STILL."  He ordered in a calm tone.

Suddenly Khelan felt the man's middel finger slide up his rectum and circle
in a slow winding fashion. The man's other hand rested on his curved back
as he explored his anus.  Khelan bit his lip and whimpered as his tummy
tightened and his private areas began to tingle. The man slid in further
and Khelan moaned softly as he shuddered.

"Untainted. GOOD." The man said as he sid out and ordered the slave to
stand up.

Khelan looked down and folded his arms and shifted nervously.  The man
cupped the young slaves chin and ran his thumb over Khelan's soft full plum
lips.  Khelan closed his eyes and whimpered as the man fondled his
shoulders, forearms, and taut abdominal muslces.  He walked away and sat in
a chair motioning for Khelan to follow.

"Hands behind you, boy...and on your toes..." He stated.

Khelan sighed and crossed his hands behind him and he arched up on his tip
toes and walked awkwardly across the room. Head up and eyes closed.  The
man stared at his leg muscles, bulging calves and high arching feet with
even, square toes.

Khelan stopped in fornt of him as the man proceded to cup his balls and
roll them softly while tilting his head and watching Khelan squirm and get
erect.  He stopped after a few moments and stood pushing the slave back
with a hand to the chest..

"He'll do.  Deliver him to my uncle's address.  He is in need of a new
manservant..  It will be his belated birthday gift.  You know the
address..."

"Yes, SiR!!!"  The foreman replied, sighing as the tall man walked out the
door.

Khelan remained still as the two exchanged handshakes.  At least he was out
of this horrible place.  By the looks of the new master, he would be well
fed and clothed.  The days pace quickened as he was taken to the bathhouse
and made to bathe and trim his his hair and nails short, and given a fresh
pair of sandals, a short tunic and then a tight, braided ankle bracelet
woven an insignia he'd never seen.  As the evening drew dark he was led to
the main entrance. A place he had not seen since the age of 10.  He smiled
and shook in anticipation.

As the foreman entered the room, two guards took Khelan over to a table and
made him stand at attention.  A man in a robe similiar to the new master's
came in and handed a mesh bag to the guards.  Who then proceeded to place a
thick leather collar around his neck. The front had a leash connection and
the rear ring had a leather flap that hung down to his mid back.  Before
long Khelan found his hands bound high behind his back and a thick wooden
bit-in his mouth and cinched tightly around his head.  He stood in shock as
the foreman handed the leash to the deivery guard.  Khelan was led out into
city streets walking briskly and facing the busy, loud streets of the city
square, that he had not seen for over ten years.  To his new home..... AND
FATE.