Brianski aka Brian

Benin, A Roman Slave Boy

Chapter 1

Then one day, the Roman Army entered his village, torching the houses, the villagers ran for their lives but were soon rounded up by the soldiers, including Benin who had been separated from his parents. The Roman Empire could not survive if slaves were not replenished, all the menial work was done by slaves, personal servants were always in demand by the wealthy citizens of Rome, slaves for the galleys, slaves for the baths, so the army was despatched to gather in more poor souls, to be sold at auction in the slave markets, this had the added benefit of swelling the coffers of the emperor.

Benin, amongst several hundred others were marched to the port and put aboard a galley destined for Rome. Within two days they arrived, hungry and frightened, they were herded with the aid of whips and a kick and taken ashore. They were put in pens, separated by age and sex, and given a bowl of maize to eat. Benin was ravishingly hungry, and scooped the foul stuff with his fingers into his mouth. Benin was in a pen with eight other boys, aged from 11 to 15, they were roped together at the neck, and as it was now getting dark they tried to get comfortable enough to sleep.

As dawn broke, Benin's group were woken by buckets of water being thrown over them, huge Nubian guards laid into them with canes, rousing them, pushing and shoving them out of the pen, they led the group to a wooden building, still tied to each other with ropes around their necks, the leading boy, who was bout 14 years old was unhitched from his companion, his clothes torn from his back, he stood naked, while more water was thrown over him, and two slaves quickly dried him. Across the room sat a fat man, he reminded Benin of a toad, there were now six Nubians guarding this group, the fat man beckoned for the first slave to be brought forward, with a Nubian on each side they dragged the boy before the fat man, throwing the boy to his knees. The fat man leant forward and patted the boy on the head.

"They are so unkind to my beautiful boys," he said to a scribe sitting next to him.

He leaned forward again and took hold of the boy's arm and pulled him to his feet, he began his inspection of the boy. He stroked the boy's skin, feeling his belly and up to his chest, playing with the boy's nipples, then down to the boy's legs, stroking slowly the underside of the boy's thighs, he then stroked the boy's cock, this fingering had aroused the boy, and his cock began to grow, the fat man smiled at the boy's erection. He then turned the boy around and had him bend over, caressing the boy's buttocks, he then pushed against the boy's anus with his finger, the boy resisted, he pushed harder, at last the sphincter gave way and he entered the boy's hole, thrusting his finger deep inside the boy, who moaned, his cock now standing fully erect.

The fat man spoke to the scribe, "tonight's sale for this one. He should fetch a good price."

It was now Benin's turn, he also was dragged forward, the fat man instructed the guard to keep him standing, and he also was naked. The fat man began by pushing his fingers into Benin's mouth, Benin almost gagged as the man's fingers almost went down his throat, he then began the body inspection, first playing and pinching Benin's nipples, Benin stepped back as he did not like what was happening, he then heard a swish, and one of the Nubians brought down a cane across Benin's buttocks.

"Stand still boy," cried the fat man.

Benin could not believe the pain that seared through his buttocks, tears welled up in his eyes, and he now stood motionless in front of the man. The inspection continued, probing his belly, the man played with Benin's navel, which stood slightly proud of his muscled belly, then down to his cock, which was some 5" [12½ cm] long and semi-hard, a very good size for such a young boy, the fat man smiled, he weighed Benin's balls in his hand and separated each ball and squeezed, Benin went to move back again, but refrained, and stood passively while the man continued to explore his body. He was now told to turn round and bend over, the man pushed against his anus, it was very tight, but the sphincter gave way as the man's finger entered him, he pushed hard, feeling Benin's prostate, this produced a not unpleasant feeling and his cock grew to its full extent, the man finished by slapping Benin on the buttocks, "Take him to the villa" he commanded, a slave put a rope around Benin's neck, and took him away.

Benin was led out of the building, which opened up into a courtyard, around which were many small doors, the slave removed a piece of wood which was securing the door, and thrust Benin in. The cell was only 1 metre [3'4"] wide by 2 metres [6'8"] deep and 2 metres [6'8"] high, it smelled of urine and had an earthen floor, the door was secured with the plank of wood and Benin sat down on the stinking earth. The only light was from a small grill at the top of the door. A feeling of despair overwhelmed Benin, and tears trickled down his cheeks, what was happening to him, he enquired of himself, where are my Mother and Father, he felt totally dejected.

Benin had been incarcerated for several hours, when the door was opened, the same slave dragged him out into the bright sunlight, and Benin squinted as his eyes adjusted. Six other boys were being taken out of their cells at the same time, each had a rope put round their necks and they were taken inside the villa. They were all taken to the bath house, and handed over to another slave.

"My name is Medianus," said the slave; Benin just looked at him, wondering what was going to happen next.

"Lost your tongue," Medianus enquired,

"No," replied Benin.

"Come closer my beautiful one," said Medianus, "you are a fine specimen, so handsome."

Benin shuffled over, Medianus began stroking his black curly hair, lightly touching his skin, caressing his cock, which stirred in his loins, Benin did not dislike the feeling this produced.

"You are a hot one," cried Medianus, "you will fetch a high price in tonight's sale."

"Sale?" enquired Benin.

"Yes my beauty, you are to be sold in the special sale tonight, there will be rich merchants, senators and brothel keepers there tonight, they will bid highly for you, you must prey to the gods that you are not purchased by a brothel keeper, because your life will be a hard one," said Medianus.

Benin was not happy about this prospect and wondered where he would end up.

"Never fear my little one, come, we have much work to do, as I prepare you for the sale, you must look your best," said Medianus.

Medianus instructed Benin to enter the bath and gave him a cloth to wipe the worst of the dirt off his body, Benin took the opportunity to look around, he saw three Nubian slaves stationed around the bath house, standing guard, and small boys struggling up some steps from the basement carrying leather pales of hot water, they struggled with the weight then poured the water into the baths which were being used to cleanse the slaves ready for the sale. They then scurried off to fetch a further supply. They wore only tiny little pieces of cloth around their hips, the sweat poured from their body, one slipped on the marble floor, but quickly regained his composure and ran down the steps, and they all carried marks of the cane across their buttocks and legs. The heat was intense in the bath house; steam came off the water in the baths, and also from ducts in the floor and the walls.

Medianus called Benin out, and he stood naked, the water running off his body.

"First we clean the inside of your body, stand over that grating in the floor," he commanded, Benin stood over the grating.

"Now bend over." Benin complied.

Medianus took a hose, which had a bag at the end and filled the bag with warm water, he then parted Benin's buttocks and pushed the hose up his anus, the warm liquid flowed into Benin, he felt his belly swelling, he cried out in pain, as his stomach extended.

"Stand up and close your buttocks as tight as you can, I will count to thirty, then let go," ordered Medianus.

Medianus counted slowly.

"I must let go," cried Benin.

"No, No, hold on," said Medianus.

Benin contorted his face in agony as he squeezed his buttocks tighter together, eventually Medianus reached 30, and Benin let go, the filthy water went down the grating, to Benin's relief.

"Once more," said Medianus. Benin's chin dropped as he realised he would have to go through the torture again, and so it was, his anus was thoroughly cleansed.

"Now for your belly, my pretty one," said Medianus.

Benin remained over the grating, while Medianus fetched a flask of liquid.

"Drink this down my boy," he commanded

Benin drank cautiously, it was not too unpleasant, he was thirsty anyway, and soon downed the full amount.

"Just lean forward over the grating," said Medianus.

Within a short while, Benin began to sweat more than ever and had griping pains in his stomach, and then with a great rush all the liquid pored from his mouth, emptying the contents of his stomach with it. This was repeated, it made Benin reach as he tried to empty the last droplets of liquid from his belly.

"Very good," said Medianus, "That is the worse bit over with, now I will clean the outside of your body, lie on the marble slab, belly down."

Benin did as he was told. Medianus dried off the sweat from his body, scraping with a wooden spatula, this removed any remaining dirt from every pore of his skin, he then poured oil over his back and legs, he then started massaging his skin, first his back, then his buttocks then his legs, then repeat again and again until all the oil had been absorbed into Benin's skin.

Benin enjoyed this attention. His body felt invigorated with the massage it was receiving. He was then told to turn on his back, and the oil treatment began again. This time Benin enjoyed it more, as Medianus massaged the oil into his body, he liked it when Medianus stroked the inside of his upper thighs, just below his ball sac. This produced wonderful feelings in his cock, which grew and grew until it stood proud and erect.

"They said you were a hot one my beautiful friend, but save your juices until later, you will have plenty of opportunity to show yourself off," said Medianus.

The whole process had taken over an hour. Medianus told Benin to jump into the bath and let the water wash over his body. Medianus called him out and began drying him with a cloth, then he took a pummis stone and rubbed the bottom of his feet, and the small calluses on his hands, he then took a sharp knife and trimmed Benin's hair and the small amount of hair under his arms was removed, he went down to his pubic hair and trimmed the little amount of black hair that was growing there, leaving a small stubble of black hair. He then had Benin bend over and took a pair of tweezers, and located some hairs growing around his anus, these he removed by pulling them out by the roots, Benin yelped with pain, at this sensitive spot.

Benin's preparation, which had taken at least two hours was almost complete. Medianus led him by the hand, past a Nubian guard into an ante-room, which was much cooler, Benin shivered as the cool breeze from the window cooled his body, Medianus gave him a final hard rub with a rough cloth, this put a shine on Benin's skin, it glowed golden in the light, he looked ravishing, Medianus would have gladly sucked and pleasured him, but he could not. Medianus then took a bottle from a shelf, opened it and poured the liquid on the palm of his hand, the liquid had a sweet flowery smell, and Medianus put this behind Benin's ears, under his arms and around his cock and anus, the job was complete.

Benin was told to stand on a raised dais, still naked, with his hands on his head, within a few minutes, the other slaves were brought in one by one and received the same treatment, until there were seven beautiful boys from 11 to 15 standing patiently waiting.

Some twenty minutes later, a door at the far end of the room opened and the fat man, who had examined Benin and the other slaves earlier in the day, he wore fresh white and gold robes, entered the room. He was followed closely by his scribe, who carried a tablet to write on. Two Nubians brought in an ornate chair for the fat man to sit on. Medianus and the other attendants standing to the rear of each boy, told the boys to kneel on the floor, there lips kissing the marble, as a sign of respect to the fat man. They all obeyed.

The fat man, sat down, completely filling the chair, "First Boy" cried the fat man. This was Benin, Medianus took hold of his arm and pulled him up and walked him over to the fat man. Medianus told him to kneel again in front of the fat man and to kiss his feet; Although Benin did not want to, he complied. "Stand" commanded the fat man, which Benin did, Medianus stood to one side, knowing that if the fat man found any faults he would be severely punished. The fat man pulled Benin forward and began his inspection.

This was very thorough, as he wanted the boy in perfect condition for the sale. He started by pushing his finger in Benin's mouth and told Benin to suck it, he withdrew his finger and rubbed it on Benin's upper arm, this produced no dirt, Medianus sighed with relief, Benin was then measured with the aid of the scribe, who was a boy of some 16 years old, he also was fat, and Benin cringed as his fat stubby fingers took the measuring tape around Benin's body, Benin did not like the way the scribe's fingers lingered on Benin's skin, the scribe measured his chest, his waist, his height and wrote down the results.

The fat man then spoke to Benin, "remember boy you are number .1. when your number is called you come forward."

"Yes," replied Benin.

At this the fat man was handed a cane by the scribe, he told Benin to bend over, and brought it down across Benin's buttocks. "You say 'yes sir master' boy, say it boy," he yelled,

"Yes sir master," cried Benin

"And again," yelled the fat man, each time bringing the cane down across Benin's buttocks.

"Louder," shouted the fat man,

"Yes sir master," shouted Benin.

Four strokes lay neatly across Benin's buttocks, he was breathing heavily, as he fought the tears back. The scribe smiled in enjoyment watching Benin in pain.

The fat man turned to the scribe and said, "some of the client's to-night like to see some marks across a boy."

The inspection over, Medianus led Benin across to the wall adjacent to where the fat man sat. Benin had to stand some 18" [50 cm] from the wall with his feet 18" [50 cm] apart, he then had to raise his body onto his toes, as far as he could and support himself with his finger tips. He was directly in line with the scribe who kept an eye on him. Medianus warned Benin not to move as he would be punished again.

The inspections continued, next was the 11 year old boy, then the black boy, then a very good looking blonde boy, until about an hour had passed and all the boys had been done, they all stood on tip toes facing the wall.

Only Benin showed signs of punishment, but all the boy slaves had learnt a lesson, the four red wheals, which were going blue at the edges stood out. The fat man called for some wine and sat back in his chair drinking, and told the scribe to go over to the boys and make sure they were on tip toes. The scribe relished this duty, as he got to each boy, he put his foot under the boys heel and pushed upwards, one heel at a time, making the boy fully stretch up the wall, the scribe was not satisfied until the boy's finger tips were extended to their maximum, when he got to Benin he could not resist pinching the wheals on Benin's buttocks, Benin moaned in pain, the scribe put his foot under Benin's right heel and pushed upwards, Benin stretched as far as he could, then the left heel, again Benin stretched to his maximum, the scribe repeated the process several times until he was satisfied. The fat man then called for some food, and gave some to the scribe; they both devoured the food with relish, while the slave boys stood as still as they could, their leg and arm muscles now aching,

Some 30 to 40 minutes passed, the boys straining to hold their positions. This was particularly hard for Benin as he had the pain in his buttocks to endure and he had been standing in that position for the longest time, but he was determined not to give in. The fat man then clapped his hands, and the main door to the room opened, two lithe young youths came in, carrying what looked like cloth, they wore miniscule garments around their cocks and nothing else, they had ruby red lips and cheeks, with mascara make up over their eyelids and brows, their finger nails and toe nails were painted the same ruby red as their lips. They both bowed in front of the fat man, who said,"You know what to do, just get on with it."

"Yes sir master," they cried in unison in high pitched voices.

They approached the boys lined against the wall, "Oh! My lovelies, we are here to rescue you," both giggled with laughter.

Medianus, who with the other slaves had been waiting patiently for this part of the proceedings to begin, was instructed to bring Benin from the wall. Benin's leg's ached and his calf muscles were stiff, but he had survived this ordeal.

The two seamstresses descended on Benin, touching him and caressing him, they quickly measured around his hips, then round the back, through the cracks of his buttocks, one of them kissed his buttocks, and said, "let mummy kiss it better," as he stroked Benin's wheals. They soon got to work, cutting cloth, which was shear as gossamer, and twisting thread. Within a few minutes they had made a garment, although tiny, it was expertly stitched together. It consisted of a small triangle of see-through cloth, with fine thread attached to each corner. They first tied the threads around Benin's hips, and then went underneath up the crack of his bum, they made a small loop in the thread around his hips and passed the third cord through the loop, this secured the garment. They cut the thread on Benin's hips and tied a small bow at each side, any excess thread was then cut off. They then took two small gold coloured balls, which had a small solid ball inside. They shook the balls, which made a tinkling sound, these were then stitched to the front of the garment one each side of Benin's cock. The garment was now complete, you could see Benin's cock through the fine material and the balls made a jingling sound as he walked, they then made the final touches to Benin himself, a little rouge on his nipples and cheeks they brushed a little black mascara on his eyebrows and hair brushed tiny amounts of mascara on his navel to make it stand out, they painted his toe and finger nails a bright red.

"There my darling you are complete, come we must show you to the master," they said. One of them led Benin over to the fat man master, he got Benin to turn round in a circle and to jump in the air, the bells made a lovely sound. He was pleased with the result and thought how much money he would earn out of the boy tonight. Although he was selling the captured slaves on a commission for the emperor, only he knew how much he achieved for each boy, so it was customary to devalue the amount actually obtained from the sale and he would pocket the difference, plus the commission on the lower amount. A very lucrative business. Medianus was instructed to take Benin and wait for the rest of the slaves to be similarly kitted out.

Medianus spoke in a low whisper to Benin, that he would try and see the clients before the boys were taken to be sold, that way he could tell Benin which ones to attract, so get the right master, who hopefully, would be kind to Benin. He also told Benin that the way he acted in front of the client purchaser was most important. He should smile at the man, act provocatively, by pushing his hips out and to keep his belly in, so as to show off his muscles, making himself as attractive as possible, this in fact was not difficult, as he was a beautiful boy with perfect symmetry.

After all the boys had been kitted out, it was now time for the dress rehearsal. Each boy was led into the next room, which was huge, eight couches were laid out in a semi circle, large columns were either side of the main entrance door, around the walls were the finest tapestries and pictures of lude scenes, one was of two naked boys, one fucking the other, another of a young girl being fucked by a donkey. Many oil lamps illuminated the room.

The two make-up artists and each boy's preparation slave walked into the room, followed by the fat man and scribe. Long fine gold chains were attached to the boy's necks, Medianus held the one attached to Benin and likewise down the line, the fat man clapped, and the boys were led around the room, first walking then breaking into a trot, they circled the room four times. In the centre, in front of the couches was a dais, they all stood on the dais and the slaves removed their chains. They then had to turn slowly, with their hands above their heads; the fat man became annoyed as they were all turning at different speeds "No, No," he screamed, "do it together."

"No.1. boy you turn."

Benin turned slowly.

"Yes, like that, now you boys all turn at the same speed."

All did but one, the black boy was still going too fast, the fat man went to him and laid the cane across his back and buttocks.

"Stop! Stop!" The fat man shouted at the top of his voice. "Start again,"

This time they got it right.

But he made them start again, running around the room, up onto the dais and turn, he was still not satisfied, so they did it again and again until they got it right. The slave boys were breathing heavily, their chests rising trying to take in more air. The fat man was at last satisfied. He then sat down on the first couch, and beckoned the first boy over. It was Benin. He instructed Benin to kneel and kiss the floor as a sign of submission. He told Benin, "the client will touch you or pull you by the arm. You then stand placing your hands on your head and turn slowly, you will then be told to remove your garment or the client will undo the bows. You will then be inspected by the client. Do you understand boy," he enquired.

"Yes sir Master," Benin replied.

"Good, now go back to the dais and do it again."

Benin stood on the dais, the fat man beckoned him over, he immediately knelt in front of him and kissed the floor, the fat man took him by the arm and pulled him up; Benin put his hands on his head and began to turn slowly. The fat man told Benin how to remove his garment, taking a single strand of cord on his hip and pulling, this untied the bows, and the garment fell to the floor.

"Good boy," said the fat man. "Now have you all been taking notice," he enquired,

"Yes sir master," they chorused.

Benin went back to his place, picking up his garment, the two make-up artists came over and dressed Benin, making final adjustments until they were satisfied.

All but one of the slave boys performed well, except one of the blonde haired boys, who made the fat man increasingly angry, as he kept doing things wrong, either forgetting to place his hands on his head, or not being able to remove his garment quickly, the two make-up artists clucked around him. Making adjustments, several strokes of the cane later, he finally managed to get it right.

"You may now rest boys, the clients will be hear in about an hour, your helpers will stay with you and bring you when I call, and put on a good show and you will be rewarded with a nice kind master."

He departed the room, followed by the scribe, who toadied around him.

Chapter 2. Sale and a new master

"Medianus," 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 Medianus.

Medianus 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 sesterces 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 sesterces 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" [18 cm] 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 Medianus, 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 Publius, 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."

"Yes master," replied Benin.

"Have you a name slave?"

"Benin, master."

"I may call you that or I might change it, I will give it some thought."

Publius 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?"

"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."

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

"Yes master."

"Come closer, and turn round," instructed Publius,

Benin walked closer and turned so his back was facing him, Publius 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 Publius, "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 Publius.

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 Publius.

"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," Publius commanded.

"Yes sir master," Benin replied

"Come," said Publius. Benin followed his master over to the large marble bath, Publius 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, Publius 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 [8 cm] long.

"Help me into the bath boy," said Publius,

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 Publius, "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 Publius, who acted older than his years, he had a sharp brain and was obviously well educated.

"Say it boy," shouted Publius. "Yes! Sir! Master!" Pausing between each word.

"Yes sir master," Benin replied,

"If I beat you, will you learn?" Publius asked.

"Yes sir master," replied Benin

The bathing continued, the guard knocked on the door, Publius beckoned him in. "Your victuals have arrived, master," he said.

"Send it in," said Publius.

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 Publius 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 Publius, 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.

Publius 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 Publius tucked into the many dishes laid before him. Benin finished his bath and towelled himself dry. He was told to stand in front of Publius 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, Publius taking no notice of him.

After some 10 to 15 minutes Publius finished, he did not offer Benin anything but just told him to turn down his bed, Publius 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," Publius commanded.

Benin had never done anything like this before, but took his master's cock in his mouth and began to suck, Publius 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 Publius 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. Publius withdrew his cock, Benin looked at his master still holding the hot cum in his mouth.

"Swallow it slave," Publius 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. Publius 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!" Publius 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.

Publius 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 Publius.

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.

Chapter 3

"I have been expecting you," said Tebius. "What have you been up to, and what is your name," he enquired.

"My name is Benin, I was attending my new master, Publius, when he fell asleep, I took food from his plate, which he had discarded, unfortunately he awoke and he screamed at me telling me I was a thief, he called the guard, who brought me down here," said Benin.

"Oh dear," said Tebius, "you are in trouble, I don't envy you being the slave of Publius. He had me punished not long ago, saying I was disrespectful. I could tell he was enjoying watching me being punished, he had a grin on his face. His father dotes on the boy, he gives him everything he wants. The boy has a hard face and is clever and calculating. I fear you will be whipped soundly for your misdemeanour," said Tebius.

Benin looked at the black boy, who responded by telling him he was called Romo, Benin just nodded, and looked downcast.

"I don't suppose you have been told, but you will have your balls cut out tomorrow, the same as my master did to me when I arrived here some four years ago, senator Crasus will not have you two rampant boys wondering around the villa, while his three beautiful young daughters are living here," said Tebius.

Both boys looked shocked, "what will they do to us," they both chorused.

"The surgeon will come and you will be tied down to a table on your back, so you cannot move, he then takes a sharp knife and slices your ball sac open and cuts out your balls, it is quite painful, but you will soon heal, but your cock will never get hard again," said Tebius.

Both boys looked at each other in horror, "I hate this place, I hate it," screamed Benin," I will run away, so they will never find me."

"I would not advise you to do that," said Tebius, "they will hunt you down and you will have a slow agonising death, or they will send you to the galleys, to die pulling oars all day long, nobody lasts more than six months in a Roman Galley."

Benin could not believe what had happened to him or what was likely to happen to him in the future. The time was getting late, and they all drifted off to sleep.

Early in the morning the sun shone through a window high up on the wall, the Nubian guard outside summoned Tebius, he was wanted by his master. Tebius was gone a short while, on his return told the two boys that the senator wanted to see all three of them.

"You had better put on one of my garments," said Tebius to Benin, and tossed him the smallest garment he could find, it was still slightly big, it slipped down as Benin walked, but at least it gave a covering to his genitals.

Before they entered the senator's room, the guard announced that they had arrived, they could hear talking, but could not make out what was being said. They waited several minutes, but were then ushered in, Tebius first, followed by the two new slaves. Tebius bowed and the two boys did the same. The senator was seated behind a huge desk, his son Publius reclined on a couch, staring at Benin with beady eyes, this made Benin feel uncomfortable, and he shuffled his feet with nerves.

The senator began. "I have called you in to tell what is to become of you all, you Tebius, after four years of loyal service will be sent to my country vineyard, to look after the villa and the villa servants, this will happen in five days time, in the meantime you will teach the two new boys how to behave. You, Romo will take the place of Tebius as my personal servant, and you Benin, as you probably already know will be my son's first personal slave, I fear you have much to learn, and you will find my son a hard task master, but if you learn quickly you will have a good life."

Benin was not so sure.

"This afternoon, the senator continued, "the surgeon will arrive to nullify both the new arrivals, although initially painful, you will come through it and be better slaves for it."

At this point, Publius interrupted,"But father is this really necessary? I would prefer Benin not to be nullified, me and my friends can have more fun with him if he is whole."

"You must think of your sisters, my boy, they must be protected, although there is one thing we could do," he hesitated and thought for a moment, and then continued, "we could have the blacksmith make him a metal belt, which he would ware at all times except when alone with you and your friends, only you and I would have the means of removing the belt, but this would only be a temporary measure," he concluded.

"Thank-you father, can we do that please, I will enjoy seeing him fitted with the belt," said Publius.

"Very well," said Crasus, "But off to your tutorial now, I will see you this afternoon, you can witness Romo's surgery." Publius grinned at Benin as he left.

Crasus turned his attention back to Tebius, "I have arranged the surgeon to be here at 2.00p.m, take both boys to the lower floor room at that time, and I will see if the blacksmith is available to fit Benin's chastity belt at the same time, also the seamstress should be here shortly, make sure both boys are fitted out."

"Yes sir master," replied Tebius.

All three bowed, turned and left the room, Tebius was overjoyed at learning of his new position. He knew if he did well over the next few years, he could be made a freeman; Romo said little but wondered how he would fair. Benin sulked and felt sorry for himself.

"Come my fine friends, we will go and get something to eat in the kitchens."

The kitchens were situated on the floor below, and the aroma as they entered was wonderful. The chief cook was a huge fat man, who eyed the group.

"What have we here," he cried. "Starving wretches I assume, show them what they can eat," he told Tebius, they were all soon tucking into fresh bread, meat, fruit. Benin was grateful for satisfying his hunger.

When they had finished, the cook called Benin over. "You are a bit scrawny," he said, "perhaps I should fatten you up, and you can return the favour by opening your anus for me, I will fuck you like you have never been fucked before."

He lunged towards Benin grabbing his garment, which split at the seam and he was left holding the tiny piece of cloth. He laughed heartily, the other kitchen scullions laughing at Benin. He begged for the return of his garment, but the cook waived it above his head, getting Benin to jump for it but always keeping it out of his reach. The cook took hold of Benin's hair, the laughing stopped and the cook peered into Benin's eyes, "keep on the good side of me boy and I will look after you, if you don't you will be permanently hungry, not good for fine little boys like you," he said and let Benin go, and threw his garment across the kitchen. Benin ran after it, the scullions grabbing at the boy, one picked up the garment and threw it in the opposite direction, Benin chased after it, only for it to be picked up by another and thrown away from Benin again. Eventually the cook told them to let Benin have his garment back.

As the boys left the kitchen, the cook shouted after Benin "not to forget what he had told him." Benin just looked over his shoulder and shrugged, pulling on his garment, and tying it at his side to hold it up.

Tebius led them upstairs, along another corridor into a workroom, there waited the seamstress and her two helpers, she was an older woman, quite fat but jolly looking, the two girl assistants, dressed in nice clothes, looked pretty and welcoming. "You call me mam," she told the boys. "Strip out of those garments she requested."

Both boys removed their tiny garments, Benin's just fell to the floor as he let it go. "You are a handsome looking young fellow," she said, as she took hold of Benin's arm, "we will soon have some fine clothes for you to wear."

She quickly got to work, measuring around Benin's waist, around his buttocks, down his back, paying particular attention to where the tunic would finish on his buttocks. "Your new young master has told me that he wants a good amount of your buttocks to show when you are waring a tunic, she then measured around his genitals, up through the crack of his bum, and lower around his belly. She passed the measurements to one of her girls, who began to cut the cloth, then she started on Romo, measuring the same as before, when she was measuring around his genitals, Romo became excited and his cock began to grow. "My, my" she said, you are a frisky one, "look at this girls, I am sure you would love to bed him tonight, look at the size of his cock." Romo was somewhat embarrassed, but just smiled at one of the girls who was particularly pretty.

"Do not even think about it," said Tebius, "that is forbidden fruit, it will be you who will be spreading your legs for your master to mount you."

Within a short while, the first garments were ready for fitting. Benin tried on his undergarment, which was made of fine cream colourer cloth with a fine gold thread running through it, the strings were of fine gold, very thin but strong. The elderly woman threaded the garment around Benin, up through his bum crack and tied each side, the gold thread just sitting on his pelvic bone at the front. She was pleased with the result, it was a perfect fit and provided little but essential cover to his genitals. Next the tunic which was fashioned in one piece, a hole in the middle which went over his head, the main body of the cloth, which matched his undergarments, apart from slim blue piping around the edge came down Benin's front and back. She took hold of a piece of the blue piping and passed it around his waist and tied it to the side, she then pulled the fabric up and over the waist cord, to hide it, this had the effect of exposing a good half of his buttocks at the back, and the lower part of his undergarment at the front.

"Walk across the room," she commanded Benin.

Who strutted around showing himself off, the back of the tunic rising at each side, as he walked, exposing more of his buttock cheeks. She was pleased with the result, and told her assistant seamstress to make nine of each of the garments exactly the same, this would complete Benin's wardrobe.

Now for Romo, there was just one problem, his cock stood up rigid and hard. Tebius walked over to him and went to squeeze his balls to make Romo's cock flaccid again, but as he did so, Romo side stepped him, and lunged at the pretty young seamstress, pulling her to the floor. Romo ripped at her dress and tried to mount the girl. She screamed and the older woman cried, "Stop him! Stop him!" Tebius called for a guard, and tried to pull Romo off the girl. Benin also tried to help Tebius, but Romo was so strong he resisted any attempts to be extracted from the girl. He pushed his cock against her hole, she screamed more, then two guards entered, and dragged Romo off the girl, one putting a sword to his throat. The guards restrained Romo and looked at Tebius for instructions.

"My master has gone to the senate," said Tebius.

"We will take him to the prison below," said one of the guards who were restraining Romo.

"No. No." said Tebius, "You stay here, and guard him, I must carry out my master's instructions."

The guards poked Romo with their swords, one at his throat, and the other at his genitals, which by this time had returned to there normal size. The seamstress worked quickly and skilfully, producing garments identical to Benin's, apart from the piping around the edge of the tunic, which was green in colour. After the garments were fitted to Romo and the seamstress was satisfied, Tebius told the guards to take him away. They led Romo in his new tunic down to a holding room, deep down below, awaiting the return of his master, senator Crasus.

Tebius took hold of Benin's hand and led him to his master's apartments. "You will help me clean these rooms and then I will go with you to Publius apartments and we will clean them, you will have to clean your master's rooms everyday after you have served him his breakfast and he has gone to the tutorial, which he does everyday. He returns at 2.00 p.m and you must be waiting for his return at this time and you serve him for the rest of the day, what ever he wants," said Tebius.

They soon got down to their work, dusting and polishing, cleaning the bath, removing any soiled clothing and dirty dishes, they then went to Publius apartment and began the same there. Benin worked hard and was bending over the bath scrubbing it clean. Tebius walked up behind him and placed his hand on Benin's buttocks. Benin stopped and looked up to Tebius.

Tebius stroked Benin's buttocks with one hand and went inside his tunic with the other, gently playing with Benin's nipples, this excited Benin. Tebius leant forward and put his lips to Benin's, they embraced, Tebius's tongue exploring Benin's mouth, Benin's cock was throbbing in his garment, straining at the restriction. They continued exploring each other's bodies.

"Fuck me," said Tebius.

"How do I do that," asked Benin.

Tebius got up, removed his undergarment and told Benin to do the same. Tebius knelt down in front of Benin and took Benin's cock in his mouth, sucking long and hard on Benin's cock. Tebius then laid on his back and put his legs in the air and told Benin to enter his anus. Benin got down on his knees, and lunged forward with his cock, pressing against Tebius's hole, Benin pushed hard, eventually he entered Tebius, pushing his cock its full length inside Tebius. Benin's cock throbbed as he pushed back and forth inside Tebius. The feeling inside Benin could not be stopped as his loins thrust forward pumping his cum inside Tebius, he pumped and pumped thinking this wonderful feeling would never stop, eventually he ceased and sunk to the floor. He extracted his cock from Tebius, who rose up and kissed Benin on the lips. "Thank-you Benin," said Tebius," you fuck really well for a young man."

Both boys quickly put on their undergarments. Benin asked Tebius if he could fuck him. "No," said Tebius, I have been castrated and my cock never gets hard anymore, the same as is going to happen to Romo later today, but you are lucky, you will have to ware a metal belt, although uncomfortable, it is better than having your balls cut off. Maybe Publius will fuck you, I doubt if he will want you to fuck him. You will soon find out. Lets go and get something to eat, the time is getting late and we have to be in Crasus's apartments shortly.

They entered the kitchen, the cook gave Benin an admiring glance. "Fine new robes for my beautiful boy," said the cook, who was very busy preparing the midday meal, "Don't forget my boy, come and see me tonight when your master has finished with you, we can have some more fun." Benin nodded, quickly devoured some food, and left unscathed.

Both boys stood outside Crasus's apartments, waiting patiently. A good deal of a slaves time is spent waiting for their masters. It was just past the allotted hour when Crasus returned together with his son Publius. The two guards had already brought Romo, they also were waiting patiently. Crasus and Publius entered and the senator beckoned the entourage in, he enquired of the guards why they were holding Romo, they explained what had happened. Publius turned to Crasus and suggested his father might want to have Romo's cock completely removed. Crasus thought about this but decided it would devalue him too much. He would punish him severely for his actions, but only his balls would be removed. Publius beckoned Benin over, who stood in front of his young master. "Turn around boy, bend over boy," said Publius, Benin did as he was told. Publius liked what he saw. "Let's go down to the courtyard and get the proceedings underway," said Crasus.

Publius had sent his school friends home, as he did not want any distractions from what he was about to witness. In the courtyard stood the surgeon with his table, and the blacksmith had arrived and was pumping up his brazier and heating the metal for Benin's chastity belt.

Firstly Romo was dragged to the table by the two guards, stripped of all clothing. The guards struggled against his strength to place him on his back on the table. They secured his wrists and ankles by means of leather straps which were attached to the table, and then placed a thick piece of leather under the small of his back. This had the effect of raising his genitals up, so that the surgeon had plenty of room in which to work. A strap was then passed over Romo's belly and secured under the table. Romo could not move. The surgeon beckoned Publius over closer to the table so that he would have a good view. The surgeon passed a thin bladed knife through the flames of the brazier, he then lifted Romo's cock up and placed across his belly, this exposed his balls, he felt each ball in turn. Romo's cock grew in nervous anticipation.

The surgeon made an incision on the left hand side of his ball sac. Romo could not help himself, as cum spurted up his belly. "They often do that," said the surgeon. He then pushed two fingers in and pulled out the left ball. Romo was sweating and clenched his teeth. The surgeon cut the piece of long skin that held his ball, the ball dropped to the table. Then he took a hot piece of metal from the brazier and cauterised the cut to stem the flow of blood. The process was repeated on the right hand side. The whole operation had taken just a few minutes. The surgeon offered Publius Romo's balls, which he took and placed them in a small container.

"Take him to the secure room and chain him," Crasus instructed the guards, "I will punish him tomorrow for his actions." The surgeon gave his farewell, saying he would send the senator his bill, he did not have the audacity to ask for payment straight away.

Publius called Benin over to the blacksmith. He again was told to strip and he undid the cord and pulled his tunic off over his head. Then untied the tiny gold strings which held up his undergarment.

"A fine looking boy," the blacksmith said to Publius. "I can understand why you do not want him deflowered just yet, he should give you hours of pleasure." The blacksmith pulled Benin forward, feeling him around his buttocks and his genitals, picking up his cock and weighing it in his hand. He had already made a rough model of the belt, which he took out of the brazier, it was glowing red. Benin backed off, but he dragged him back, took hold of a pair of pliers and immersed the metal in a vat of water, much to Benin's relief. Steam came off the metal, which he dipped several times into the water, tested it with his fingers and judged it sufficiently cool, to have the first fitting.

The belt was quite small, shaped in a triangle at the front with a metal bar that ran underneath Benin's buttocks. From each top corner of the triangle were two hinged pieces of metal, which met at the back. All three pieces joined at the back and were secured with a crude screw device, which was turned with a key. The blacksmith removed the belt from Benin and reheated it in the brazier, taking a hammer to it, moulded it in a slightly different shape, cooled it again and Benin had to try it on again, this went on several times until the blacksmith was satisfied with the fit. Then for the last time he removed the belt, heated it again and made small holes in the underside of the front metal triangle.

"This allows him to urinate without removing the belt," explained the blacksmith, "but it will have to be removed if he wants to shit, or if you want to put something up his arse." He laughed at his own joke, and Publius smiled.

"What do you think?" asked Crasus.

"Very good, fine workmanship," said Publius. He tried to pull the belt off Benin without undoing the screw, but it was impossible, and Publius was satisfied. The blacksmith gave both keys to Crasus, who immediately gave one to Publius.

"There my boy, he is yours to do with as you wish," said Crasus.

"Thank-you father, may I have my own canes father, as I have promised to punish Benin for yesterday's misdemeanours."

"Of course," said Crasus, "You will need them, but remember there are many ways to punish slaves, not only on their buttocks which is the best place, but also on their thighs, and the soles of their feet. I would restrict punishment with the cane to 30 to 40 strokes a day, but you can punish in other ways, give them tasks to fulfil, if they do not complete the task, have them run around the garden carrying a heavy weight above their head. I am sure an intelligent young man like yourself can think up many ways to inflict pain if your slave displeases you, and have much fun doing it, come I will give you the canes."

The blacksmith, dowsed his brazier, and went on his way, satisfied of a job well done. Benin put his tunic back on and followed father and son back into the house. He wondered how Romo felt, now that he had been castrated, and wondered if that would ever be done to him. His belt was a good fit, although slightly heavy, he wondered if it would chaff his skin, time would tell. All three entered the villa, as they did so, Crasus's wife was leaving, she stopped and looked at Benin.

"Is this your new play thing?" she asked Crasus.

"No," said Crasus, "this is Benin, your sons first personal slave. Look we have had him secured, so that he will not be a threat to our daughters."

"Quite right too," she replied, as she pulled up Benin's tunic. "Nice looking boy" she remarked. Most women of Rome, who were married to wealthy men, did not kick up a fuss if there men had boy slaves to sexually gratify them. The women were quite happy as long as they were not pestered by their husbands.

The group moved onto Crasus's rooms, where he selected about six canes, short long fat and thin. "There my boy, they are all rattan canes, very pliable, soak them in water and they will keep their flexibility."

"What about whips?" asked Publius.

"That is one thing I forbid in this house, if you get too zealous with a whip, you are likely to remove skin from the boy, which will cause scarring and thereby reduce his value, which would never do."

"Very well father I understand," said Publius.

Publius and Benin both bowed and left the room. Benin following Publius behind, knowing he did not like the look of the canes Publius was carrying. They both entered Publius apartment. Publius sat down on a couch, he was still carrying Romo's balls in the container, he placed them on a table and said sarcastically to Benin, "if you get hungry you can eat those," referring to the food Benin had stolen the night before.

"Now let me have a look at you boy, your tunic looks good," he adjusted it so more of Benin's buttocks showed to the rear. "Remove your tunic boy," he commanded.

Benin undid the cord and took the tunic off over his head, and Publius tried once again to remove it without undoing it, but could not, so he got the key and unscrewed the bolt at the rear and removed the belt. Benin was grateful for that, as it was beginning to become uncomfortable.

"I am good to you boy, am I not, said Publius, "you could have had your balls cut out if it was not for me."

"Yes sir master," replied Benin.

"Now I have to fulfil my promise to punish you Benin, for yesterday's failings. Let me see, what you did wrong, number 1 after my father and I punished you got up from the bent over position before being told you could, you really must not take these things upon yourself Benin, you must think, before you act, do you understand boy?"

"Yes sir master," Benin replied, he stood naked, he had butterflies in his belly.

"Number 2. You forgot to include the 'sir' when replying, is that not so Benin?" Publius asked.

"Yes sir master," replied Benin, he shuffled his feet with nervousness.

"Number 3. Keep still slave," Publius raised his voice, now for the most serious offence, "you stole my food. How did you not know I may have awoken in the night and felt hungry, but you, you greedy individual, put yourself before me, is that not so?" he asked in a slow deliberate manner.

"Yes sir master," Benin again replied.

"So you agree you need a good thrashing to help you behave in a better fashion."

Publius did not wait for a reply. "I think five strokes for the first offence, a further five strokes for the second, and for the more serious offence thirty strokes, making forty strokes in total, is that right Benin?" he enquired.

"Yes sir master," said Benin. He really did not know if that was right or wrong, but dared not to disagree in case he angered his young master, then he might give him more.

"First you will fetch me some food, go the kitchen and bring me back some delicate morsels to eat, but before you go, put on your belt," commanded Publius.

Benin reached down and picked up the belt, struggled to put it on and turned with his back to his master, who secured the device. Benin turned to face his master, awaiting the order to go.

"Bow to me slave," said Publius. Benin bowed and walked quickly from the room, down to the kitchen. As he entered the kitchen, the cook spied him immediately, took one look at him, and was dismayed to see the chastity belt around Benin.

"Who has done this to you, my little angel," he enquired.

"My master," replied Benin.

"You still have a lovely mouth boy, you must come to see me tonight, and we will have some fun."

"Yes sir," replied Benin.

Plates of delicate morsels were soon provided, Benin balanced them on a tray, and left the kitchen as soon as he could, and took the victuals to his master. Benin placed the tray on a table in front of his master, who then released him from the belt.

"While I eat boy, you will stand against the far wall where I can see you, your feet apart and up on your tip toes, with your finger tips against the wall, there you will contemplate your punishment, which I will begin when I have finished my food," said Publius.

Benin walked over to the wall and stood on his tip toes, with his fingers against the wall, this position showed off Benin's bodily form to perfection, his tight buttocks, with the little dimples on the side, the muscles running down his back either side of his spine, and the calf muscles in his legs stood out taught and firm.

"If you move boy, or your heels get closer to the ground I will double your punishment, do you understand, boy?" he asked.

"Yes sir master," Benin replied.

"I can't hear you slave," said Publius. "Speak up."

"Yes sir master," Benin shouted in reply.

The time ticked on, and Benin's feet, legs and his belly muscles ached, but he was determined not to move. He did not want to displease his master, although younger than Benin, he was all powerful, and controlled Benin totally. After about 45 minutes, Publius finished eating walked over to Benin, Publius put his foot under Benin's heel and pushed upwards. The movement in Benin was slight. Publius was pleased that Benin had not moved to any degree.

"Come over to me Benin, I wish to start punishing you," commanded Publius. He could delay it no longer.

Benin turned and walked over to Publius, who reclined on a couch.

"Fetch me the canes boy."

Benin walked over to where the canes had been left picked them all up and offered them to his master, who got up from the couch, and took the first cane from Benin, a thin long cane. Publius swished it through the air, then tried another, then another, prolonging the agony for Benin. He finally chose a medium length cane, but very thin.

"Now Benin, bend over," he commanded. Benin bent over to his full extent, grasping just above his ankles.

"I will give you twenty strokes now and a further twenty strokes before bed tonight, or I may postpone the balance of your punishment until tomorrow, and Benin you must thank me after each stroke. If you fail to thank me for that stroke that stroke will not count, do you understand Benin?"

"Yes sir master."

Publius practised with the cane, swishing it through the air. Benin felt apprehensive and sick inside awaiting the first blow, which came shortly afterwards. It crashed into Benin's buttocks, there was a slight delay then the pain seared through his body. He screamed and forgot to thank his master.

"Oh dear Benin, you forgot to thank your kind master, that one will not count so you still have twenty to receive," said Publius.

Benin's heart sank, the second stroke landed.

"Thank-you master," cried Benin.

The blows rained down on Benin's buttocks, 8, 9, 10. The strokes were now beginning to cross previous ones, this inflicted more pain on Benin, 12, 13 strokes. Publius was shifting his position, and the blows were landing at the top of Benin's legs, two landed one on top of the other at the top of Benin's legs just where the cheeks of his buttocks started, this caused Benin excruciating pain. He did not fail to thank Publius for each and every stroke. Finally number 20 was delivered, just one to go. Publius delayed applying the stroke regaining his breath. Publius stepped back admiring his work, then stood further back, then ran forward and applied a massive blow right in the middle of Benin's buttocks. The force of the blow made Benin rock forward, but he managed to hold his position, tears rolled down his cheeks, it felt his buttocks were on fire, the pain seemed to increase in intensity, tears dropped to the floor.

Publius, pleased with his work, sunk into a couch. Benin remained still, clutching his ankles, he dare not move, for the risk of more punishment was great.

"There Benin, the first half has been done, only another twenty strokes to go. I may give them to you in a minute when I have my breath back."

Benin's heart sank, 'not more, not now,' he thought, 'my buttocks will be skinned alive he thought.'

Publius made Benin wait about ten minutes, then told him he could get up. Benin released the grip on his ankles, and stretched up, his back ached, but it was nothing compared with the pain in his buttocks.

"Come here boy," Publius told Benin.

Benin walked over, facing his master. "Did you not find that exciting Benin?" Publius enquired.

"No sir master," replied Benin.

Publius took hold of Benin's cock, and stroked it, pulling the skin back.

"My cock is straining to get out," said Publius, "I think I will get you to service it, and if you do a good job, I will postpone further punishment until tomorrow, turn around Benin."

Benin complied, Publius stroked the wheals on Benin's buttocks. There were three small areas of blood, where strokes had crossed and the skin broken. Publius passed his fingers over these areas, gathering the blood.

"Here Benin, lick your blood off my fingers."

Benin took his master's fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean.

"Now Benin, you may disrobe me."

Benin did as he was told, removing his master's sandals, tunic and undergarment. His master's cock stood up hard and proud. It looked bigger than last night.

"Go to the bed Benin and lie on it."

Publius relieved himself in the toilet in the corner, then climbed on the bed. "Kiss me Benin," he was told, and Benin kissed his master's lips, daring to enter his mouth with his tongue. Publius did not protest, so Benin became more passionate, and stroked his master's body with his finger tips, caressing him slowly and lightly, sliding his fingers down to his master's cock, pleasuring his master, at the same time remembering his passionate affair with Tebius earlier in the day. Publius told Benin to take his cock in his mouth. Benin complied, his master's cock was now to its full extent. Benin sucked on it, feeling the throbbing member inside his mouth.

Publius withdrew his cock from Benin's mouth and told Benin to lie on his back and lift his legs in the air. Benin did as he was told. Publius mounted Benin, thrusting his cock against Benin's hole. Benin tensed, the cock would not enter to start with, but Publius persevered. Eventually Benin's sphincter gave way and Publius entered Benin. Benin felt the pain as he thrust into him, then the sensation changed, as Publius's cock rubbed against Benin's prostate, causing Benin to feel more relaxed, and pleasure ran through his body. Publius continued to pump into Benin, his sap rising, Publius gave out a few groans and emptied his cum inside Benin. Publius fell forward on top of Benin, and kissed Benin full on the lips.

"Thank-you master," said Benin, knowing he had lost his virginity.

Publius pulled his cock out of Benin and told Benin to lick it clean, Benin scooped up the cream between his lips, and sucked his cock to clean it thoroughly. Benin could feel the cum dripping from his hole, but felt a feeling of contentment, momentarily forgetting the pain in his buttocks.

"You will bathe me now," said Publius. Benin smiled at his master, and walked over to the bath, pulled the metal shield to one side and water flowed.

Publius walked closer to Benin, and stroked his cheek. Did Benin detect a sign of love? he wondered.

"I will postpone the second half of your punishment until tomorrow," Publius announced. "But you will still have to be punished, because that is only right between master and slave." Publius was almost apologising.

"Thank you, sir master," replied Benin.

Benin washed Publius with care, scrubbing him clean, then towelling him down to make him dry. Benin then got in the same water and washed himself clean, making doubly sure his anus hole was clean and that the cum had finished dribbling out. Benin dried himself and awaited instructions. Publius yawned, and laid on the bed, he also felt contentment, as he knew he had lost his virginity. Publius beckoned Benin over to lie next to him. Benin stretched his arms above his head, his superb body laying flat out.

Publius secretly admired Benin's body, caressing it, his finger tips playing with Benin's nipples. This sent signals to Benin's cock, which soon became hard and stood proud and erect. Publius teased Benin's body, first his nipples, then his navel, then very lightly across Benin's cock, Publius stretched down further to the inside of Benin's thighs, stroking lightly up and down. Benin was going crazy for more, but dare not say, as Publius's fingers reached the top of Benin's thighs, and caressed Benin's ball sac, then back up to Benin's cock. Benin began to pump cum up his belly, this was an involuntary action as Publius had ceased caressing him, Benin just wallowed in the wonderful feeling it produced.

"Thank you, thank-you! Master," said Benin.

Publius leaned forward and kissed Benin's lips. Both boys were totally satisfied. Publius forgave Benin for not including the sir.

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