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

By now I felt filthy - worn from the journey, the endless chores, and the earlier humiliation.

The young servant girl entered the room and told me she would fetch some clean clothes and scissors to trim my hair. She added that Sir was away for the day, and with the housekeeper gone as well, we could speak freely without concern.

Some time later she returned carrying a bundle of clothes. She instructed me to wash and change. I stepped over to the wash table and began to undress, keeping on my undergarments as I started to clean myself. I asked her to step outside so that I could finish washing in private.

She got up and left but said that she would see me naked many times so no need to be shy. I stripped naked and then washed. When I was dressed I said she could return. She mentioned I should remove the outer cloths as my hair would get caught in it and it would be itchy. I did this as it was acceptable for her to see my upper body.

She then took some cutters and proceeded to cut my hair very short. It felt nice and clean. I asked her a few questions. She had been there a long time and seen lots happen. When I asked her about Sir she said he was nice but I could tell she was lying. I said that the soldiers and others had said he was nice but they always laughed and I was not sure they were telling the truth - she said nothing and continued to clip off my hair.

She knew about Sirs sadism but also knew it was not worth telling, it was difficult for me to escape anyway and if I told about her, she would be in trouble. It is always best to keep quiet. The hair cut was finished, I dressed and she left. I then got a brush and cleaned the room. Sir came back and seemed happy.

That evening he told me how I should help him with the toilet. He said he did not like to get up in the night, so that I had to do it for him. He removed his clothes as before and I hung them up. He unwrapped his underwear and lay on the bed. He told me what to do.

The bowel was by the bed. When he needed to pee, I was to pick it up and place it beside him on the bed. I then had to hold his penis, slightly retract his foreskin and aim his penis into the bowel. I also had to get some wet cloth to wipe him afterwards.

He then relieved himself, I gently wiped the end and then removed the bowel and towels. He said I did it correctly.

I stood at the end of the bed till he was snoring loudly.

Sometime in the night he called me and said he wanted a piss. I got the bowel and wet towel and then pulled back the cover. Instead of his penis being limp, it was hard and pointing up towards his stomach.

He lay on his side and then started to urinate. It nearly missed the bowel but luckily I caught it in time. I then cleaned it but noticed the foreskin would not pull toward over the head of his penis. I took all away and he went to sleep. I slept soon after.

The next morning I awoke and stood by his bed until he awoke. He got up and I washed his body, he said nothing to me. I wrapped his underwear on and then went to get his clothes but he told me to go to his leisure cloths. I got these from the young lady slave I met before and returned them to Sir, dressing him well.