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

Months went by. One day there was a large party planned for the night and some cooks were sent to prepare the feast. Two calf’s and three goats were slaughtered in preparation.

I was quite shy and stayed in the house to avoid being seen, anyway if was unlikely that I would need to be there with all the staff present. There was also a couple of slaves that the wife had to help also. All the staff were dressed well and were clean. I was told that I was not needed but to wash well in case the plan changed. I said would I be given clothes and they said it will depend on sir but I was not needed. I felt happy to be out of the limelight.

As the preparation were in finalisation Sir returned and asked for a guard of honour to stand at the entrance to greet the guests. I was in the room listening and could hear him barking orders.

The cooks first, then the housekeeper, the slave girl, the two slaves from the wife, and then he asked where the slave boy was. He said I was to kneel down on the ground and act like a begging dog, with a bone in my mouth.

The housekeeper asked if I should be clothed but I did not hear sirs answer. I guessed I would be allowed to dress as his wife had been angry with my nudity, however on second thoughts she was not angry with her seeing me but the children. However I was soon to find out, and if was not good news.

It was a cold night and I was quite freezing in the room. I covered myself with a cover when no one was looking. A moment later in walked the slave woman. She told me to follow her. I asked if I should dress and she said no.

I walked down covering my private parts and was told to stand at the end of the line next to the two wife slaves, they both looked at me and giggled. The housekeeper said we should all look down when the guest arrive and bow when they pass, we should also always smile and look happy for them to be here.

He then grabbed a bone from where the butchery had taken place and walked over to me, pulled my mouth open and told me to hold it there. It was uncooked and I could taste the sickening blood. At this time I was standing with my hands securely covering my privates, however he then told me to hold my hands up just like a begging dog. He reiterated that we all look happy while staring at me.

This was the most humiliating ever as all the staff and slaves looked over my nude body. I could do nothing to hide my dignity and even had to look happy to be this way. He said again that I needed to act as a playful puppy or else there would be trouble.

It was now that the first guests arrived, they walked through the gate and slowly walked past the guard of honour while Sir spoke with them. His wife was the first to arrive with his two children. She did not look at anyone but I noticed her in the corner of my eye, heading straight towards me. I did not dare look up as she and the children stood laughing at me. She told sir that I looked more presentable and told the children that I was their dog. To say that I was disgusted was an understatement.

She rubbed my belly and said the children could play fetch with me later. Both the children just stared at my penis and laughed.

Over a short time more couples arrived. They were all amused by the boy dog and his bone. By now it was cold and my penis had shrunk in size. It was already small and with the cold weather it had got even smaller, so much so that rather than hanging it was now sticking out from my body. Also as the scrotum had tightened to keep the testicles warm, this had further retracted the foreskin such that now nearly half of the glans were fully uncovered.

There were therefore many comments, both from men and women about the small size, some commented that I was a big dog with a small wrinkle. Some said I must be a circumcised, clearly noticing the exposed head.

It seemed they did not see me as a person, maybe they thought I could not hear or understand them, but I understood all that was said and it was deeply humiliating.