Benin – Roman Slave Boy Part.2.

Sale and a new master.

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 Rise and Fall of the Roman Empire.

Benin and the other boys waited patiently, shuffling their feet and feeling nervous.

“Median” said Benin, “I am hungry, I have not eaten since early this morning.”

“You will not get anything, my boy, if you are lucky your new master will feed you, if not you will go hungry” said Median.

Median peered through the curtains, watching the clients arrive, and noted where the senator and the merchants were seated, he told Benin “ do not forget what I have told you, rub your cock so it grows before you go into the room and thrust your hips forward to make you look more desirable , the more passive you look the better, the man in the first couch is a senator and the men in the third and fourth couches are merchants, put your display on for them, the rest are brothel keepers, just stand and do just what you have to, and do not smile.”

Benin nodded in agreement.

The two slim young men, who had helped prepare the boys with make-up and dress appeared, they were both naked, and to Benin’s astonishment were painted all over with gold paint, they, evidently were the cabaret, they were to perform an exotic dance to get the clients in the right mood.  The two men, performed for the clients and returned some 15 minutes later, covered in sweat. The time had now arrived for the slaves to enter, each slave boy, chain round their necks were dragged forward into the large room and were lead around the room at a trotting pace, making four circuits, then as rehearsed they were led onto the dais, their chains removed, all the boys put their hands over their heads and turned slowly in unison. The fat man smiled, as the boys performed as directed. Having turned several times they were told to stop. The scribe hurried over and passed the details of the first boy to the fat man, who of course was Benin, he extolled Benin’s virtues, his slim body, finely muscled torso, his slim waist, his shaped legs with good calf muscles. How he would make an excellent personal servant, with the correct training, the fat man pointed out the wheals on his buttocks, he learns quickly he told the clients .Benin was then instructed to step down from the dais and approach the first client, The senator.

Benin’s cock was straining at his garment, he felt strangely excited and nervous. He walked forward and knelt in front of the senator, and kissed his feet, the senator leant forward and took hold of Benin’s hair, firmly but gently pulling the boy to his feet. He ran his hands over the boy, this excited Benin, and he could feel his cock straining even more at his garment, the senator took hold of a string at the side and pulled, undoing the tie, then the other side and the garment fell to the floor. Benin’s cock stood up straight, he could feel the sap rising within him, the senator continued his inspection, stroking Benin’s cock, Benin began to breathe heavily as he fought against his feelings, pre-cum dripped out of his cock. The senator smiled and remarked how hot the boy was for his age. Benin was then passed to the next client, a tall thin black bearded brothel keeper, who drooled at Benin, He grabbed Benin’s balls, and squeezed, the pain seared through his body, but at least his cock went down, the brothel keeper turned Benin around and had the boy bend over, he pushed with his fingers against Benin’s sphincter, again painful until the fingers were fully inserted, he twisted his fingers, which again produced pain to Benin, who was not liking this one little bit, Benin was passed down the line, the brothel keepers gave the more intimate inspections, by the time Benin reached the merchants, he found it difficult to smile but did his best.

The remaining slaves were still waiting patiently, they were all told to kneel down, except Benin who was returned to the dais, and the bidding began, the fat man extolling Benin’s virtues, twisting his body this way and that, he asked for bids of 20,000 scersterces to start, one of the merchants bid this amount then the senator bid 22,000, one of the brothel keepers bid 25,000, until finally Benin was sold for 33,000 scersterces to the senator. A handsome price, the fat man beamed with delight. Benin smiled as he was lead over to the senator, the chain having been put round his neck again, and handed to the senator, Benin immediately dropped to his knees in front of the senator, and kissed his new master’s feet, the senator pulled the boy up, and had him stand to his side, placing a hand on Benin’s buttocks and felt the wheals on his cheeks. He was pleased with his purchase, and thought whether he would keep him for himself or give him to his 12 year old son.

Benin looked around him, as the next boy was brought down for inspection, it was the 11 year old, who looked very apprehensive. The senator waved him past, so he went to the brothel keeper, who licked his lips as the small boy stood in front of him, he told the boy to remove his garment, he fumbled with the ties, so the man ripped the garment from him, this stunned the boy who looked sheepishly at the towering man, his examination was exhaustive, every part of his body examined in every detail, every orifice explored. The boy was passed along the line.  Benin noticed that there were young boys serving at the tables of the clients, he recognised one, who had carried water in the baths earlier in the day, this time he wore a tunic, gathered at the waist with rope, the tunic rode up his legs exposing the lower cheeks of his buttocks, the boy looked exhausted, but had to serve, as was his destiny. The 11 year old was knocked down to a brothel keeper, poor little wretch, Benin thought. The sale continued, more food and wine was offered to the clients, the senator gave Benin some grapes, much to Benin’s delight.

Next on the block was the black boy, some 14 years old, he was passed to the other end of the line and inspections began, eventually he came in front of the senator, now naked, he was probably the only boy who at 14 was of legal age in Rome, and was classed as an adult. The senator inspected the boy, having him kneel before him as he thrust his fingers in the boy’s mouth, feeling his teeth, running his hands over the boy’s head, feeling the bumps, there was a belief that prominate bumps in the right places on the head was a sign of intelligence. The senator continued, feeling the boys pectoral muscles, playing with his nipples, passing down to his belly, probing the muscles, then he stroked the boy’s cock, this had the desired effect of the boy’s cock rising up hard, he weighed his balls, then explored his anus. The boy was a fine specimen of young adulthood, lean and muscular, his cock was a good 7” long by this time, he would obviously make a good breeding slave. The bidding began, the senator wanted the boy, and pushed the bidding to 40,000 scercestes , and secured him , so he had purchased two new slaves at immense cost, more money than Benin had thought existed. More food and wine was produced and the sale took another hour or so to finish. The fat man thanked all the clients, not all had purchased, but there would be plenty of other opportunities, he was pleased with the result as he collected the money and the scribe issued bills of sale.

The senator asked for the boy’s costumes to be fitted to his new acquisitions for the journey home. The two boys were led out , a slave on each chain to their new master’s carriage, they were secured to the back of the carriage with rope around their necks, their hands tied behind their backs, the carriage was pulled by two horses, driven by a Nubian slave.  The master got into the carriage and gave the order to start, the horses began a steady trot, the two boys having to run to keep up, the bells on the costumes making a rhythmic sound, although it was now early evening, the son lowering in the sky, the temperature was still very warm, the boys soon produced copious amounts of sweat, which ran down their backs. The boys received many admiring looks as they toiled to keep up, the more adventurous citizens of Rome, shouted lewd comments. They had been going some 20 to 25 minutes just leaving the outskirts of Rome, when the senator gave the order to speed up, the horses broke into a faster trot, the boys had no choice but to increase their speed, their legs ached, the sweat filling their eyes, as they pounded the earth, after a further 10 minutes, the pace slackened and they entered a driveway, a resplendent villa before them, they pulled up in front and stopped, both boys gasping for breath, as they tried to get more air into their lungs.

Benin sank to his knees exhausted. The senator alighted from the carriage and walked round to the back, seeing Benin slumped to the floor, he screamed at him to get up, he was not allowed to rest on the floor, the senator told him he would be punished for such  an act. Benin struggled up, several slaves came out of the villa and unhitched the two boys and took them into the house. As the senator entered his 12 years old son ran to his father, “father, father” he cried. And jumped up at his father, hugging him around his neck. The father kissed his boy on the cheeks and hugged him. “I have purchased your first slave my boy” said the senator.” Oh father, thank-you, which one is mine, “

The younger of the two boys, the light skinned one” said the senator

“Can I have him now father” he said

“Not yet my son, he has to be trained first, besides he needs punishing, as he rested without permission perhaps that could be your first lesson on how to treat slaves if they misbehave” said the senator.

“Show me how father” cried the boy.

“Very well” said the senator. He beckoned to a slave standing close by, who brought him a selection of canes.

“First, choose the cane you think fits the crime, the thinnest stings the most, then a thicker one for more serious crimes, and the very thickest will produce the most pain, but is more difficult to use, we will start with the thinnest cane”.

He swung the cane through the air; it made a fine swishing sound.

“First get the slave to bend over and grasp his ankles, before that tell him to take off his costume, it is always best to punish them naked, make sure he bends fully over, so the skin on his buttocks is nice and firm, now take aim like this” he told his son, bringing the cane up high, make sure you look at the point you wish to strike, then bring it down with full force, striking his buttocks, like so”

The cane whipped through the air and landed in the middle of Benin’s buttocks, he screamed as the pain seared through his body, “Now you try my boy, remembering to take aim, look at the point on his body you wish to strike, raise the cane and bring it down hard, and then make sure you follow through, so he takes the full force of the stroke”, instructed the senator

The boy took up position and took aim, raised the cane and brought it down on Benin, the cane struck Benin at the top of his legs just where the buttocks meet, Benin again screamed.

“Is that where you wanted to strike your slave “asked father.

“No said the boy, I wanted it higher up”

“Try again, but this time take steady aim and keep looking at the point you wish to strike” instructed the father.

The boy took careful aim, steadied himself, and struck Benin a vicious blow, the cane bit into Benin’s skin, crossing the first wheal the father had made, Benin screamed out loud, tears welled up in his eyes.

“Much better my boy” praised the father, “that is enough for to-night, I am sure you will have many opportunities to practise”.

“Thank-you father” said the boy.

At that moment Benin started to stretch up.

“There, said the father, you have another opportunity to punish your slave, he has moved without being given permission, you can do it tomorrow, for to-night he and my new slave will bed down with Tebius and there instruction can begin tomorrow.”

“But father” exclaimed his son, I was hoping to take my new slave to my quarters, so I can get to know him better, please, please father.”

“Oh very well, but I will post a guard outside your room, we do not know if the new slave can be trusted yet, if there is any signs of trouble, call the guard.” said his father.

The senator took the black slave boy to Tebius.

Benin followed the boy, who at a year younger than himself, wielded power over him, Benin felt dejected and betrayed by Median, who had led him to believe the senator would be a good master, but now he was in the hands of his son, who he feared would gain joy of inflicting pain on Benin.

The trio walked down a corridor and entered a large room, with a huge bed on one wall, a bath in the corner, fine drapes hanging from the shutters, embroided couches and cushions were placed around the room, and Benin thought his whole house could fit in this one room. The guard entered the room and closed and locked the shutters, bowed to the senator’s son and stood guard outside.

“My name is Plautius, I am the son of senator Crasus, my father has the ear of emperor Tiberius and is a powerful member of the senate, now you are my slave boy, and you will call me master.” Said Plautius.

“Yes master” replied Benin.

“Have you a name slave” enquired Plautius.

“Benin, master,” he replied.

“I may call you that or I might change it, I will give it some thought” said Plautius

Plautius reclined on a couch, looking at the naked Benin standing in front of him.

“You are dirty, slave, why are you so dirty and grimy” enquired Plautius

“I was running behind the carriage from the slave market to here, master, the sweat ran down my body and the dirt came off the road master”. Replied Benin.

“You ran all the way from Rome, “ questioned Plautius, “that is a long way, is that why you collapsed on the floor when you arrived.”

“Yes master” said Benin.

“Come closer, and turn round” instructed Plautius,

Benin walked closer and turned so his back was facing him, Plautius touched Benin’s buttocks, feeling the bruising and the wheals created by his punishment. This caused Benin some pain as he pinched and prodded the boy.

“You have colourful cheeks slave” said Plautius, “I like the yellow and blue/black of the bruising and the way the wheals stand out, and I am to punish you again tomorrow, I will look forward to that, I wonder how many strokes I will give you, two, three, maybe more, I will punish you after school, in the afternoon, I will bring my school friends with me, they can witness your punishment, you also can look forward to receiving more pain.”

Benin shuffled his feet and felt apprehensive at the prospect, but did manage to reply a submissive,” yes master.”

“Guard! Guard!” called Plautius.

The Nubian slave ran in brandishing his sword.

“All is well, my friend, just go down below and tell the slaves to turn the wheel, so I can run some water for a bath, and tell the kitchen I am hungry and to prepare some food.” Said Plautius.

“Yes sir master” replied the slave, and scurried out of the room.

“In future boy, you must reply to me as yes sir master, rather than yes master, do you understand boy” Plautius commanded.

“Yes sir master” Benin replied

“Come “ said Plautius, Benin followed his master over to the large marble bath, Plautius slid a metal panel to one side, and water flowed into the bath, Benin was amazed, not knowing he would soon be well acquainted with the method of pushing the water from the hot springs below the villa up into the baths, this was done by a slave on a treadmill deep below the villa.

As the bath filled, Plautius instructed Benin to remove his clothing, his tunic was made from the finest cloth, and embroided with fine stitching, cream in colour with green piping, his sandals were of the finest soft leather, his undergarments of pure silk. Benin removed these items and the boy stood naked, he was not fat but appeared to have little or no muscle, his cock was smaller than Benin’s, only 3 inches long.

“Help me into the bath boy, “ said Plautius ,

Benin took hold of the boy’s arm as he sat down in the water, “Now wash me, with this cloth and pummis stone, but gently boy.

“Yes master” replied Benin.

“Oh dear oh dear said Plautius, you forgot the sir!, that means extra strokes for tomorrow slave boy”.

Benin was dismayed at this, he was tired, hungry and lonely, and he was no match for the intellect of Plautius, who acted older than his years, he had a sharp brain and was obviously well educated.

“Say it boy” shouted Plautius. “Yes! Sir! Master! Pausing between each word.

“Yes sir master” Benin replied,

“If I beat you, will you learn” Plautius asked.

“Yes sir master” replied Benin

The bathing continued, the guard knocked on the door, Plautius beckoned him in, “your victuals have arrived, master“ he said.

“Send it in “ said Plautius.

A young girl entered, she was about 15 to 16 years old, she wore a tiny costume, covering her genitals, she had a fine gold chain around her neck, from which two smaller chains hung, the ends of which were attached to her nipples. A string of bells was attached to her right ankle. Benin thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, he could not help but stare at her. But he was brought up with a jolt as Plautius hit him across the back of his head.” You are attending to me slave” he barked,” do you want me to add even more strokes for tomorrow’s punishment. “

“No sir master” Benin replied.

Benin finished bathing Plautius, and helped him out of the bath and he was given a towel to dry his master, which he did very thoroughly, he was then told to get in the bath himself and to make sure he cleansed himself well.

Plautius sat on the couch nearest the food, which smelt wonderful, it was roasted skylark, basted in honey, with fine vegetables, fruit, sweetmeats and other items too exotic to identify. Benin could smell the delicious food, which made him feel even hungrier, but Plautius tucked into the many dishes laid before him. Benin finished his bath and towelled himself dry. He was told to stand in front of Plautius and wait until he had finished his food, both boys were naked, Benin could feel the ache in his stomach, which was crying out for food, but he just waited patiently, Plautius taking no notice of him.

After some 10 to 15 minutes Plautius finished, he did not offer Benin anything but just told him to turn down his bed, Plautius clambered onto his bed and laid down on his back, he then beckoned Benin to join him, who warily laid next to his master,

“Suck my cock slave” Plautius commanded.

Benin had never done anything like this before, but took his master’s cock in his mouth and began to suck, Plautius took hold of Benin’s head and thrust it down on his cock, which grew to a larger size, Benin was made to suck, his master’s cock now at it’s longest length, as Plautius pulled Benin’s head down, his cock almost going down Benin’s throat, Benin choked but kept sucking, then he felt his masters hips jerk and great streams of cum filled his mouth, he could taste it, salty and creamy. Plautius withdrew his cock, Benin looked at his master still holding the hot cum in his mouth. “Swallow it slave” Plautius told him, Benin struggled but swallowed the creamy liquid, his stomach reached but he kept it down.

“Now clean my cock with your tongue slave boy”

Benin did as he was told, and licked his master’s cock, until no cream remained. Plautius then put his foot in Benin’s groin and pushed him off his bed onto the floor, telling him “now your stomach’s full you can sleep on the floor.” He laughed heartily at his own humour.

Benin laid on the hard marble floor, he could not get his naked body comfortable in this uncompromising position, his master was sleeping soundly, his belly full and obviously feeling content from having his sac emptied of cum. Benin’s hunger was getting the better of him, his belly ached for food, his mouth dry from lack of liquid, he felt miserable, cold and lonely. He then remembered the food his master had left and thought about eating the remains, but thought better of it, but the hunger pains got worse, he had not eaten all day, his stomach had been emptied earlier in the day, he felt his navel was touching his backbone, then hunger got the better of him. The food left by his master was on the other side of the room, so he crept on all fours round the bottom of the bed, the light had faded and it was difficult to see with the shutters closed. He groped around until he found the wooden platters with the remains of the food, he scooped up the food and pushed it in his mouth, then carelessly he let one of the plates slip to the floor, it landed with a crash. “Guard! Guard! Plautius cried, as he awoke with the noise. The guard rushed in, carrying an oil lamp, Benin trying to devour the food as quickly as possible.

Plautius sat up in his bed, and peered at Benin.”You are a thief he cried, take him away guard, I will deal with him tomorrow” shouted Plautius. The guard led Benin out of the room taking him to Tebius’s room, where he would spend a restless night, hoping tomorrow would never come.