Benin – Roman slave boy. Part.7.

If you are offended by stories of young boys, who are abused and beaten, do not read this story. This story is not factual, but is based on historical readings from the Roman Empire. If you are under 18 press your back button now.

Benin lay on the filthy stable floor, his irons and chains making it impossible for him to move and to get comfortable, he was hungry and lonely, the tears welled up in his eyes. He slept intermittently, the pain from his beating made his back and buttocks throb, his nipples were still sore from the clamps.

As dawn broke, the Nubian Guards came in and dragged Benin out into the open courtyard, they removed his irons and threw buckets of cold water over him, as the water ran down his face he tried to suck in as much as he could to quench his thirst. He stood naked, waiting for his young master to appear, his ankles and wrists were saw where the irons had rubbed his skin. As the sun rose, he felt better as the health giving rays enveloped his body, but his thirst returned, he waited over an hour, and then Plautius came into the courtyard. “I thought we would have some fun before I went to school.” He said. “Tell me Benin have you ever ridden a horse?” He enquired.

“No sir master.” Replied Benin

“Now is your chance to learn,” Said Plautius, “I have had a special horse made for you Benin.”

The Nubian guards brought in a wooden horse, it was of simple construction, two “A” frames one at each end, between them was a triangular shaped piece of timber attached at each end to the “A” frame, from each “A” frame a rectangular piece of timber was secured, this went 3 metres in the air, from the middle of this dangled a rope.

“Now Benin, mount the horse.” Instructed Plautius.

Benin was not sure what to do, so the Nubian Guards, picked him up, each leg straddling the triangle shaped timber, Benin was told to grab hold of the rope above his head, which he did, the guards then joined his ankles together with a piece of rope, and then climbed up and secured his wrists to the main rope. It was then impossible for Benin to get off the wooden horse; he soon found this exceedingly uncomfortable, as the sharp angle on the triangle piece of wood cut into the crack of his anus as it had the total weight of his body pressing down. To relieve this pressure, he could pull up on the rope and support his weight that way; this soon became very difficult as his arms ached, so he gently lowered himself down onto the triangle when his arms could not stand the pain any more. This of course resulted in his anus crack giving him pain, when he could not stand that anymore, he pulled himself up with the rope.

Plautius meanwhile had taken a seat, and was being served breakfast and delighted in watching Benin raise and lower himself on the horse, the intervals between pulling up and sitting down became shorter. “There Benin you are learning quickly, riding a horse is not difficult.” Plautius laughed at Benin, enjoying the boy’s predicament. Romo had been called for and stood next to Plautius, holding a shade above his head as the morning sun increased in intensity, Benin had no such shade and the sweat poured off his body as he rose up and then lowered himself back onto the wooden triangle, whichever position he adopted it caused him pain, he raised and lowered himself in shorter and shorter bursts, trying to alleviate the pain. “You are doing well Benin; this is a good exercise for you, perhaps we should include it in your exercise programme.” Plautius laughed at Benin, but poor Benin just cried out for mercy, as he struggled to stay on the horse both his arms and anus cried out with pain.

Sartorius entered the courtyard looking for Plautius, “I wondered where you were Plautius, as classes are due to start shortly.”

“I do beg your pardon sire, I was enjoying the fun Benin is providing, and I have suggested to him we might include it in his exercise programme.” Said Plautius.

“Maybe a trifle severe.” Replied Sartorius, who ogled Benin as he struggled with the horse.

“I will come directly.” Said Plautius, “give him another half an hour on the horse.” He instructed, “I will return at lunch time to continue his beating, tie him over the horse and await my return.” Plautius and Sartorius left the courtyard.

When the half hour had passed Benin was taken down from the horse and bent over the triangular shaped piece of timber and secured, it would be several hours before his master returned, a trickle of blood flowed down his leg from his anus, where the timber had bitten into the skin, the guards felt pity for Benin and gave him some cold water, for which he was grateful.

The two Nubian guards stood over Benin, one of the guards a young man of some twenty years, felt his cock rising as he stood and stared at Benin, he was very tempted to fuck Benin, he walked over to Benin and thrust his fingers up Benin’s anus, Benin gave out a groan, but thankfully for Benin the guard thought better of it, if he had been caught fucking Benin he would have had his throat cut or put to death some other agonising way.

Several hours passed, when Plautius, Sartorius and Magog entered the courtyard, Magog had his new boy slave with him, he was some 15 years old, slim, fair skin, blue eyes and a curly mop of blond hair, he was a handsome fellow of Nordic descent, he had a flat belly, good muscled legs and reasonable pectoral muscles, but he was in need of exercise to build his body like Benin’s, he was naked apart from a small “G” string around his cock.

“It will do your new boy good to see Benin punished, he is to receive 30 more strokes, to be laid across his buttocks, then I will show you his antics on the wooden horse, it is very funny to watch. “ Said Plautius.

More chairs were brought and the three sat to watch the entertainment, the fair haired new slave stood behind Magog, his mouthed gauped as he starred at Benin, whose back and buttocks and down his thighs were one mass of wheals from his punishment yesterday, the blood from his anus had trickled down his legs and had dried. Plautius stood and selected a medium thick cane and handed it to one of the Nubians, who positioned himself directly behind Benin and waited for the command to begin, Plautius nodded, the first of thirty strokes landed squarely in the middle of Benin’s buttocks. “That one will not count” Said Plautius” You did not count it Benin, you must not forget I like to hear you shout out the number, for that we will increase the strokes to forty.”

“Oh master have mercy, I will be your best slave boy, and please you and pleasure you master, Oh please have mercy master.” Implored Benin.

“I know you will be good, Benin, I am sure you will never forget these days in your life, which you are lucky to have, as my father was to have you put down like a dog, but I have saved you Benin, you must be more grateful.” Lectured Plautius, the order was given to commence once again.

Again the cane was brought down on Benin’s buttocks, the pain was excruciating as it landed across the previous wheals, time and again it landed, Benin screamed out the number of the stroke, after twenty strokes, small trickles of blood ran down Benin’s naked buttocks, as his tender scarred skin was opened by the force of the blows, Plautius glanced over to Magog’s new slave, who had a terrified expression on his face as blow after blow landed across Benin, thirty strokes had been given and more scars were opening up, and blood flowed down Benin’s legs, the strokes continued to land, one after the other, Benin was screaming for all his might, he had never experienced such pain before as his already tender skin took the full force of each blow, finally the fortieth stroke had landed, tears were flowing down Benin’s cheeks and dropped to the dusty floor.

“Now for the real fun, untie him and put him back on the horse.” Commanded Plautius, The Nubians sprung into action and placed Benin on the sharp triangle and secured him as before, he was soon rising and falling as the pain in his anus increased then falling back as the pain in his arms could not support him anymore, after half an hour he was rising and falling at shorter and shorter intervals, the pain in his buttocks from the caning was excruciating, and the blood still flowed from the open scars, the wooden triangle became tacky with Benin’s blood. Plautius wondered to himself if he had gone too far this time and decided to cease Benin’s punishment.

 Take him up to my quarters.” Instructed Plautius, “I will see him after school later to-day, my mother will attend to the boy.”

Magog turned to his slave and asked him if he was going to be a good slave or will he have to punish him to make him good. With that the slave fell to his knees and begged his master not to punish him, “I will not have to if you are good, but if you disobey you will be flogged, now come with me and I will ask Sartorius to measure you, as your exercising commences tomorrow.” Commanded Magog, and all three left for the classroom with the new slave following behind, feeling nervous as to what would happen to him.

The Nubians took Benin off the horse, he collapsed to the floor, racked with pain, exhausted and hungry, he tried to stand but failed, the Nubians took hold of him and carried him into the villa and up to Plautius’s rooms, and they laid him on the marble massage table. A , racked with pain, exhausted and hungry, he tried to stand but failed, the Nubians took hold of him and carried him into the villa and up to Plautius’s rooms, they laid him on the marble massage table. A servant girl was called for, who arrived accompanied by Plautius’s mother, she was shocked at what she saw, she gazed down at Benin’s body, covered in wheals and blood, and she told the servant girl to run the bath, with tepid water and to bathe Benin. He had difficulty getting up from the table and nearly collapsed on two occasions but the servant girl helped him into the bath. She was a pretty thing, she wore a gossamer cloth around her lower waist and her breasts were naked, she bathed Benin gently, and gave him sips of cool water to quench his thirst. Benin’s wounds had stopped bleeding and the accumulated dirt removed, the servant girl helped Benin out of the bath, he managed to stand without feeling light headed, she took a soft towel and gently rubbed his body dry, smiling at Benin and admiring his wounded body, which was as near perfection as one could attain. Plautius’s mother watched the proceedings and told the girl to fetch some food for Benin.

“Perhaps you have learnt your lesson slave,” She said, you have brought disgrace to this family and you are lucky to get away with your life, I hope you appreciate the kindness of my son Plautius to have your life spared, you will soon heal and if you serve my son and this family well in the future my husband may spare your life.”

“Yes, mistress, I have learnt my lesson and I will be a loyal and devoted slave, thank-you mistress.” Said Benin.

“Very well”, with that the servant girl entered the room carrying copious amounts of food. “My servant girl will feed you and rub healing balm into your skin, and then you are to await the return of my son Plautius.” Said the mother, and you girl, return to my apartment as soon as you have finished here.”

“Thank-you mistress, you are very kind to me, thank-you thank-you.” Said Benin

Benin tucked into the food, he was ravishingly hungry, and had soon devoured the lot, the servant girl then had Benin lay back on the marble table and applied the healing balm, she had a beautiful soft touch, and gently applied the cream particularly on the very sore parts, Benin felt life coming back to his body, he gazed at this beautiful girl bending over him, her pert small breasts hovering over him, her lithe limbs were of splendid proportions, she had a gracefulness to behold. She soon completed her task, and took Benin to the couch and had him lay down, surprisingly; she placed a kiss on Benin’s lips, drew back and left Benin to rest.

Benin smiled to himself, and was grateful that there was still some kindness in his world, he drifted off to sleep.

Several hours later Plautius returned, Benin slumbered on the couch, Plautius crept silently and shouted in Benin’s ear, Benin awoke with a start and sat up, seeing Plautius looking into his face, Benin immediately got up, Plautius smiled, Benin’s body still ached and his limbs were stiff, but he stood naked before his master, Plautius sat on the couch and stared at Benin, a smirk across his face, “Are you fully recovered Benin” He enquired, “let me look at you”, not giving Benin a chance to reply, The front of Benin’s body was unmarked, Plautius had Benin turn around, his back was a different story, wheals stretched from the top of his back across his buttocks and down his thighs, a mass of blue, yellow bruises and scars where the canes had crossed previous wheals, Plautius prodded these areas, which made Benin flinch as they were very sore, Plautius had Benin bend over and explored his anus pinching and prodding the skin, this area was particularly tender, the sharp triangular piece of wood had done it’s damage. Plautius was concerned that permanent damage had been done to Benin, so he decided to release Benin for the rest of the day to recuperate, telling him to be back early in the morning to attend him. Benin scurried off to his quarters, calling in at the kitchen to eat some more food, to help him restore his strength.

The following morning Benin awoke and put on a clean string garment and reported back to Plautius, attended him and carried his books to the classroom, he did feel surprisingly better, Magog’s slave, who had been given the name of Pluto was in the classroom, he was drenched in sweat, he had run behind his master’s carriage from his home to the school, he was obviously unfit, but that would soon change, Benin was told to look after him, and that they would both start the exercising programme this very afternoon. Benin took Pluto to the kitchens and both eat heartily, Pluto asked Benin how he had taken so much punishment and Benin had replied that it was a slave’s duty to take as much punishment as his master wished to give him, whether it was due or just for the master’s amusement, which was often the case. Both slaves had had their balls cut out and the vein removed that flooded the cock with blood to make it hard removed, but other veins remained so that the cock did not whither and die.

The two boys busied themselves cleaning the rooms, they admired each others near naked bodies, both beautiful in there own way, Benin slim and muscular dark skinned, his black curly hair making him look almost girlish, he was beginning to get hair on his chest and a dark line of hair ran from the pubic area to his navel. Pluto on the other hand, having white skin and blonde hair was almost denuded of hair apart from under his armpits and legs, it looked like soft down on his body, he was also slim, not as muscular, his belly was flat, but no muscles showed in that area and his pectorals were flat, with pink tinged nipples, the bulge under his garment stood out proud. Benin went up close to Pluto and stroked his body; Pluto tensed a little as Benin put his lips to Pluto’s. Benin’s tongue explored his mouth; he stroked Pluto’s buttocks, and then undid the tie that held his garment, which dropped to the floor, the boy’s cock remained flaccid, but felt stirring in his loins at the same time a feeling of frustration enveloped him, but was it different for Benin, he also felt a stirring, and he could feel his cock straining under his garment, he undid his “G” string and his cock stood up long and proud, he could not believe it, how could this be, Pluto looked and took hold of Benin’s cock and rubbed it, he then went down on his knees and took Benin’s cock in his mouth, and sucked, Benin felt a wonderful feeling surge through his loins and climaxed, but no cream came out and his cock remained hard. Benin began to panic, how was he going to get his garment back on, his cock would not allow the small piece of material to cover his extended cock, eventually it subsided, much to Benin’s relief, and he put his garment back on, and tied it tight to secure his cock so it would not grow. Time had passed quickly and with the fear of being late rushed down to the classroom to await their respective masters.

School was just finishing, when the boys were called in, “put the two boys together, Sartorius,” asked Plautius, let us compare them, the boys stood side by side, both of almost identical height, they were told to pose this way and then that, the audience were amazed at the bruising on Benin’s skin, but he still looked a magnificent specimen, Magog was determined his slave would soon look the same, so all went out to the courtyard and exercising began, Pluto started with the medium weight logs on Magog’s instruction, skipping the light ones. Soon both boys were bathed in sweat, Benin eased up on the speed of running so that Pluto would be seen in a favourable light, although Benin still ached and his limbs were stiff he coped very well, and indeed thought this exercise would do him good, with the sun gleaming down on their naked bodies both boys worked hard, Benin in fear of displeasing his master, and Pluto struggling to keep up with the pace. After several hours, the first day’s exercising was brought to a halt, and as a treat both naked boys were allowed to bathe in the swimming pool.

Pluto went off with his master and Benin followed Plautius into his rooms, “You performed quite well this afternoon Benin,” said Plautius, “can I assume you have recovered from your ordeal.”

“Yes, sir master, I still ache and have a pain in my buttocks, but I do feel better, thank-you master.” Replied Benin.

“Good, good, you may massage me Benin.” Commanded Plautius.

Plautius reclined on the marble slab, while Benin soaked him in oil, and climbed up over the table, took hold of the rope and began massaging his master with his feet. Plautius turned over and back several times, Benin massaged him for about an hour, Plautius then told Benin to lie on his bed, and took up position next to Benin and began stroking Benin’s body with his fingers, he had the lightest touch, starting from his Adam’s apple, down onto his chest, stopping at his nipples, gently squeezing them, then down further to his navel, he also stopped there, and drew tiny circles with his finger around Benin’s  protruding button, he stopped at the pubic hair, curling it in his fingers, Benin could feel his cock grow, he was apprehensive as he thought it should no longer grow, but it had already done it once, as Plautius stroked his cock, it grew and grew, until it stood up straight and hard. “Ah, Ah, just what I wanted to see my lovely one,” said Plautius, the physician has done what I asked, now for the second test,” Plautius stroked Benin’s cock, quicker and quicker, Benin’s cock convulsed, but no sperm was omitted. “Very good Benin, just as I expected, you can still become hard, but not sire any more offspring, but I still can produce cream, lay on your back Benin and raise your legs.” Commanded Plautius, he then entered Benin, he was still sore there and gave out a yelp of pain as Plautius thrust into him, pumping wildly, until he emptied his sac inside Benin, who was relieved when Plautius withdrew his cock.

“I will not insist you get back to the wheel tonight Benin, good master that I am, but we will be totally back to normal tomorrow, now you may go.” Said Plautius.

“Thank-you, sir, master.” Replied Benin, who picked up his string garment and headed off to the kitchen, he filled his belly with food and drank some refreshing water and went to his room, Romo was not in, obviously pleasuring his master, so Benin snuggled into bed and slept soundly.

Over the next few weeks, Benin settled back into his normal routine, his body healed, his muscles grew, his body became even more defined, he was a perfect example of manhood. Sartorius always looked forward to the Friday afternoon inspections and measuring particularly that he now had two young boys to drawl over, he would start with the new arrival, Pluto, who was progressing but still had a long way to go to catch up with Benin, both boys stood naked in front of the class while Sartorius fussed over them, measuring and recording, making them turn and bend this way and that. Benin’s chest, pectorals, and abdominal muscles were like a sculptured piece of art, even Pluto’s muscles were beginning to show, he had very fine buttock muscles, which had a permanent dimple on each cheek. When the inspection was over, which Sartorius always dragged out as long as possible, and pawed the boy’s flesh to his hearts content, Plautius made an announcement, “ My father has asked me to tell you that the Emperor Tiberius is coming to visit us, which is a great honour, and I have decided that my slave Benin and if you agree Magog, your slave Pluto will put on some entertainment for the Emperor, this will take the form of gymnastic dancing, and ending with one boy fucking the other, obviously my Benin will fuck your Pluto, as Pluto is no longer able to raise the necessary equipment, “ Plautius laughed, and asked if Magog agreed.

“It would be an honour,” Said Magog, “but how are we going to teach them to dance?”

“Do not fear Magog, do you remember the two lithe young men at the slave market who prepared and taught the slaves what to do, I have asked the slave master if they could attend here every day for the next two weeks to train our two slaves to entertain the Emperor, and he has agreed,” Said Plautius,” they should be hear now, he went outside and brought in the two young men. “These are the two boys I told you about, welcome, do you think you could train our slaves to perform an erotic dance? “ He asked.

“Of course sire, are these the two in question, “pointing at Benin and Pluto, Plautius nodded, “may we inspect them?”

Plautius agreed, the two young men went over to the slaves, “they look like two perfect specimens, particularly this one, as one of them stroked Benin, he is beautiful, such perfect symmetry to his whole body, his muscle definition is superb, we will have to work harder on this one,” stroking Pluto, “we have two weeks, that should be fine, have we your permission to remove some of this body hair?”

“Of course” said Plautius and at the same time getting agreement from Magog regarding his slave.

“What time have we got them each day?” They enquired.

“What ever time you want, they normally exercise in the afternoon and evening, but they will give you there undivided attention, or they will be punished severely.” Said Plautius

“Very well, we will come each day at 1000 in the morning until 1600 in the afternoon, that gives us 6 hours per day and we will require 7 days per week, starting tomorrow.”

“That is fine,” Said Plautius, “I will look in every day at their progress, and will we see a dress rehearsal, before the big event.?”

“Yes, there will be two, one at the end of the first week and one on the Friday before the Emperor arrives on the Saturday.”

To be continued.