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

That evening I had to stand naked in sirs room. He made me stand straight in front of him while he played with my penis. He made my penis erect, examined it closely, pulled the foreskin back and looked all over the tip. He pulled apart the opening and looked inside.

He masturbated me many times and then when it was most sensitive he would give it a slap, which hurt badly and cause it to go soft.

Sir made comments about how small it was. It was small compared to his, maybe a third of the length and a lot skinnier.

He would laugh and stretch it roughly, saying it would make it longer. He was particularly rough with the tip, which was very sensitive as the foreskin had only recently become retractable.

Anyway he said that the children had been disturbed by seeing my pubic hair and it was to be removed at the soonest.

In the morning I did my usual tasks, however I was not expecting the disgusting thing that would happen to me.

As I washed his penis, which was fully erect he told me to masturbate him, which was quite a common event. I was naked and also had an erection, but not as I wanted sex but more that I wanted a pee.

As I did my duty, he grabbed hold of my head and pushed it towards his genitals, before I had time to think he had pushed his penis inside my mouth, pumping my head up and down.

After not a very long time, perhaps four or five pumps he ejaculated into my mouth. I felt sick and immediately pulled away and spat his body fluid out and onto the floor.

He was very angry, got up told me to lick it up off the floor. I did as I was told but let it trickle out as I did so. I was nearly sick a few times as the taste and smell was strong. As I did so he urinated on me. In this loudest voice he said I was honoured to receive his body fluid and must never waste it again.

He told me to get outside and clear the yard, called the slave girl who helped him clean and dress. He must have told her something as she came out and threw a bucket of water over me and told me to clean myself.

By now I looked pathetic. My clothes replaced by tattered scraps, my dignity tossed aside like refuse. I was no longer even accorded the dignity of covering my shame.

Punishment was ever at hand, beatings to my bare flesh, forced tasks as human furniture and amusement, molestation without consent, degradation under watchful eyes that saw no boy, no man, only a broken object.