Part 1. The Oppressive Life of a Roman Slave Boy - Dignity Stripped

The days carried on as normal and although it was shameful to be naked, I started to get used to it.

One day sir returned with a male friend. I stood up as expected, bowed my head and protected my modesty with my hands.

Although I did not look up I felt the man stand and look me over for a while. The man asked why I was naked and sir said that I was feral, had always been naked when I came and I did not like to wear clothes - it was a lie.

The man laughed and said how strange I was. Sir said that I could be used to help overnight. I was told to prepare the guest bedroom which was always clean and tidy. I went straight away and checked all was in order.

Both men ate a feast and drank lots of wine, the housekeeper, the slave girl and I did all the running about.

Towards midnight the others were sent to sit down at the fire and ensure it was in good health. I had to stand and watch over the two men. The visitor asked if I could talk and sir laughed and said no, but he squeals well when he is whipped.

What does he eat, the man asked.

He eats like a dog. Then let’s throw him some meat. By now the two were drunk and they threw some meat at me. I did not want to play the part but knew I had too to avoid a beating and for him to hear me squeal. I knelt down at the end of the table and they threw me some meat, it was finest quality and I enjoyed the taste.

Sir then told me to stand up and beg, so I stood up and held my hands out like a dog. I noticed the man admiring my naked body and he paid particular attention to my private parts.

I wanted to put my hands down to protect my modesty but realised I would likely be whipped. So I stood there while they laughed and jeered.

The visitor said I had a strange little penis and asked why the tip was exposed, I was a badly circumcised slave.

Sir laughed and said I was always like that. He said I had been masturbating since I was a young boy and the skin had retracted. He also said that I had had pubic hair but pulled it out. They both laughed and continued their frivolous fun.

Way into the early morning they continued until the guest retired to bed.

Sir said I must clean our guest and treat him well. The guest just collapsed onto the bed, sir told me to undress him, which I did. By now he was unconscious however sir told me to wash him over. I did the usual and cleaned his private parts too. He also had a large penis, fully covered by a long foreskin, with large glans and testicles. He was also hairy all over.

Sir went to bed and I curled up naked in the floor. Sir said that I must give him a good time in the morning, wash him and also masturbate him.

In the morning I was up as usual and stood at the end of the guests bed. He had pulled off the cover and lay there naked. After a while he woke and looked at me. I asked if he wanted a pee and he said yes, so I said to lie there and I would get a bed pan.

He carefully watched me as I took the bowel and placed it next to him. He lay on his side and was about to hold his own penis but I must have got there first, pulled his foreskin slightly back and directed the stream into the bowel. He seemed quite surprised. I wiped his penis with the cloth, returned his foreskin and took the bowel away. I did this while naked also myself.

When I returned he had an erection and was staring at my penis. I asked if I should wash him and he agreed. I started with his face and beard, neck, chest, stomach, pubic hair and scrotum. When I got to his penis I fully retracted his foreskin and cleaned the tip. It was already erect and the tip was partially uncovered.

I noticed he stared at my penis and in the heat of the moment I could feel myself becoming erect. I did not find him attractive in any way, but teenagers get erections for no reason at all. As I cleaned under his balls I kept hold of his penis and let my hand slowly rise and fall to excite him further. He reached out his hand and started masturbating me. It felt good to have warm human company, although not in a truly consenting manner.

He was becoming quite agitated, he then suddenly stood up, slapped me hard across the face and told me to lie face down on his bed. I did not know what was going to happen, but he got some soap and water on his finger and pushed it into my anus.

I could feel it pushing in and out. I then felt something bigger trying to enter and soon realised it was his penis as I felt the rough pubic hair rub my buttocks.

He was pushing and pushing then I felt a rip happening and the warm feeling of blood. He was now fully inside me and with the weight of his body I could not move. I moaned and screamed but he did not care or neither did anyone else.

I felt the pulsating of his penis deep inside me and the rush of energy as he emptied himself into my most private of cavities. He stayed there for a while until his penis was limp.

He pulled it out, pushed me off the bed and said I should clean him again. I got up from the floor and could feel blood running down my leg. I was going to leave but he told me again to clean him, so I got the bowel and cleaned his penis. There was blood everywhere and it took some time to clean all the folds and creases in his large genitals. Once done I returned to the wash table and cleaned myself up, luckily the bleeding subsided quickly although I had a nagging pain deep inside my stomach.

Sir was already eating when we both went to the courtyard. I was naked as usual and now very weak and feeble. Sir asked if I had looked after him well and the visitor said I was acceptable. The visitor said that I never talked but he wanted to hear me scream as sir had said that I scream well. Sir said he could arrange the entertainment for another time.

Forced sexual abuse invaded my soul as well as my body. My agony silenced beneath mockery, pain, and threats of mutilation. Chained, whipped, punished for basic human impulses, I was broken beyond repair, a naked, trembling boy reduced to a spectacle of insult and torment.