Sacrifices

Part two.

Like many other upper class Romans, Marcus was bisexual, but his sadistic streak was less common. Not that it was frowned upon or even considered unusual, if a master, or mistress for that matter, took advantage of their slaves, but they were generally treated well, often almost like members of the family. Severe punishments were rare, at least in private households, and slaves were often granted their freedom in their owners' wills. But they were slaves, worked hard and subjected to bleak living conditions, expected to fulfil their owner's every whim. Even submitting to sexual abuse. Marcus' mother died when he was just a toddler and the boy grew up as an only child; the senator never took another wife. The boy had seen a succession of slavegirls warming his father's bed and was on his thirteenth birthday presented with the first of his own, a delicate doe-eyed Thracian of about his own age. She meekly undressed and stood passively with downcast eyes while his eager hands explored her charms. The senator, who preferred more mature women, smilingly watched his son's clumsy pawing her budding breasts and almost hairless slit.

"Content?"

"Oh, yes, Father. I can hardly wait!"

"No need to. Take her to your room".

"Right now?" The girl whimpered when he pinched her nipples.

"Why not? It's your birthday".

Grinning hugely, the boy hauled his new toy away.

"She's a virgin, so she'll be a bit tight, Marcus. Take care!", his father called after him, beckoning to a Nubian girl, who was dressed only in a white loincloth to display her large, but firm breasts better.

Marcus didn't heed the warning and his first sexual experience subsequently proved disappointing. Not that the slavegirl offered any resistance when he flung her onto his bed and literally jumped upon her naked body, mauling her breasts and biting the nipples. She willingly spread her legs when he kilted up his tunic, without bothering to undress. But when his stiff boyprick after several failed attempts at last parted her tightly sealed pussy lips and touched the entrance to her love tunnel, he found it not only tight, but also uncomfortably dry. Wheezing and cursing, he pressed on and managed to squeeze past the opening. It hurt, but in his excited state of mind he hardly noticed the pain when stabbing further up into the girl. She did, though, and was soon whimpering and squirming under him, making the task even harder. "Keep quiet, damn you!", he hissed, redoubling his efforts to overcome the last obstacle. It didn't yield to the pressure and, grunting with frustration, he backed off a bit and then with a mighty heave burst through. The girl screamed and tried pushing him away, but went limp again when his balls at last banged against her arsehole and he stopped for a moment to regain his breath. After that, it only took a couple of thrusts before he spurted into her and the intruder was withdrawn, dripping with semen and blood. The girl curled into a ball, pressing her hands to her molested crotch, sobbing helplessly.

He had done it! At last he was a man! But it had hardly been a pleasure, he had to admit when his father asked about it.

"Don't worry, Marcus, it'll get better. It's often like that with an untrained girl, but I wanted you to lose your virginity to a virgin. Use Zosia tonight".

He nodded at the Nubian girl, who was on her knees beside his chair, chest thrust out.

"She'll give you a good time and teach you a few tricks into the bargain".

And she did. Introduced him to foreplay, sucking his cock and playing with herself to lubricate her tunnel, then guided him in, whispering that he should go slowly, prolong the pleasure, stop once in a while inside her, play with her tits, bite her nipples gently. That she actually managed to make the horny teenager fuck her for almost ten minutes before urging him to go faster and thrust deeper just before the final explosion, was no mean feat.

Her nasty first experience had, however, frightened his new slavegirl so far that even if he made use of his newly acquired skills, their next coupling turned out another disaster. She was still dry and didn't respond to his fondling her intimate parts. When he forced himself into her mouth, she gagged and retched, and when he, exasperated, kicked her legs apart, she panicked and fought him with all of her strength. He did manage to overcome and rape her, but emptying himself into a hysterically weeping and thrashing girl gave him little satisfaction, so his father found him in a surly mood the next morning.

"Cheer up, Marcus, Zosia will help you".

"I don't want Zosia, I want my own girl!", the brat whined.

"And Zosia will show you how to gain and enjoy her. Just let her prepare that silly slave. There are special, and very interesting, ways of subduing a stubborn female".

When he that night entered his bedroom, he found the Thracian girl ready. More than ready. She was on her back on his bed; widespread arms tied to the bedpost, legs forced up beside her ears and big toes lashed to the headboard. Her frightened eyes were staring at him above the wooden dowel gagging her mouth. A smiling Zosia offered him a short whip.

"Another kind of foreplay, young master, which I believe you'll enjoy just as much as what I taught you the day before yesterday. Begin with her feet!"

He reluctantly took the whip and aimed a light slap at the sole of the tied girl's left foot.

"Harder, young master, much harder! Make her feel your strength".

He hit the other sole, hard, and the girl screamed around the gag.

"That's it, young master, hit the balls of her feet too, and the toes".

His already stiff cock began throbbing when he let loose a hail of lashes on the waving feet. The Nubian opened the screaming girl's labia lips.

"Look, young master, she's getting wet, can hardly wait for another show of your strength. But heat up her arse first!"

Breathing hard with excitement, he changed aim and painted a stripe across the unblemished globes. "Harder, young master! She's not made of glass, especially not there", the older girl laughed, drowning her fellow slave's muffled screams.

He put all of his strength behind the lashes, raising welt by welt, until Zosia, who'd been watching his bobbing cock keenly, cried: "Now, young master, take her now!"

It was an Earth-shattering experience when he dropped the whip, threw himself on his knees behind the trussed up girl, grabbed her burning feet and rammed the throbbing tool up the steaming tunnel with one violent thrust. It was heaven! The almost virgin hole's firm grip around his tool, the crying girl, the glowing hide against his sweaty crotch, gave him not only intense sexual pleasure, but an overwhelming rush of power. He hammered her relentlessly, harder and faster, until he with a shout spurted his hot semen over the entrance to her womb, then slumped upon the tied body, breathing heavily.

"Jupiter!", he moaned, "That was fantastic!"

"Venus, rather, young master", Zosia chuckled.

He shook his head. "Mars! This was not love, but war!"

With an effort, he withdrew his spent tool and sank back on his heels, staring into the terrified girl's teary eyes.

"I ought to thank you for your bad performance earlier. You've helped me discover what I really like". He grinned evilly. "But I guess you'll regret that".

She did and with good reason. Her master grew addicted to rough sex. Perhaps the experienced Zosia regretted teaching him. He couldn't get enough, experimented constantly, and invented new ways of tying up a girl, of hurting her. His own slave was driven to exhaustion, so far that she hardly responded to the pain she had to endure and he complained to his father about the lack of fun. The senator told him to allow the girl a rest and replace her with the Nubian for a week or two. An excellent piece of advice. The teenage girl was greater fun than the more mature Nubian. She, on the other hand, could take a lot of pain before breaking down, sobbing and pleading. And to whip her breasts was utter delight. He would tie her to a pole, on tiptoe, hands above her head and strained feet behind it, and lash at the prominent mounds. To watch the whip burying itself in the soft flesh, see the globes dancing wildly, take careful aim and hit both nipples was heavenly. And to take her afterwards, standing in her bonds, grabbing the burning tits for support, gave him some of his most intense orgasms.

It was Zosia who introduced him to anal sex, primarily to lure him away from her tormented tits. An arsewhipping was, comparatively, less painful, and the proper position, on her knees, arms between her legs and wrists lashed to ankles, less strenuous. That the open crack of her arse and the brown rosebud offered new targets for the dancing whip was an unforeseen complication she could very well have done without. But at least she was used to taking a cock up her brown hole, unlike the Thracian girl, who had to go though a new painful period of training when returning to her duties. Which she now shared with Zosia, at least in her master's bed. Marcus had grown so fond of the Nubian that he persuaded his father to let him use her most nights. That gave room for new innovations. Two girls had four holes on offer, and to have them trussed up side by side, on their knees or legs up beside their ears, presented not only a pleasant contrast between the black and the white arse, but endless possibilities for comparing heat, smoothness and friction. After a proper warming up with a whip of course. The latter position added another two holes, very convenient for cleaning a master's tool between samplings. It became his favourite and he frequently kept the two girls tied up like that for hours, enjoying himself immensely and improving his growing stamina, occasionally taking a break, downing a goblet of wine to revive himself for a new bout of hole ploughing. His father's excellent Falernian occasionally made another kind of relief urgent, but a soft mouth quickly took care of that too.

At the age of fifteen his knowledge of and experience with advanced sex matched that of any old satyr. Except for one thing. He'd never fucked another boy. Not that he thought it wrong, it was after all quite normal in Rome, but because he'd been so preoccupied with his slavegirls that he'd never felt the need to seek new experiences. That summer he was invited to stay with Drusus at the Imperial family's villa by the Bay of Neapolis during the hottest months. Drusus was in a rather gloomy mood when he arrived. His father had demanded that he left his favourite slavegirl in Rome, because he'd become too attached to her, and now he not only missed her, but also feared that she'd be sold in his absence. And he didn't even have another girl to for comfort. The female slaves at the villa were mature women, none of them under forty. The only slaves of about his own age were twins, two exceptionally handsome Greek boys his father had just bought at the slave market on the island of Delos on his way back from a tour of Egypt.

Marcus missed his own girl sorely, but it would have been impolite to bring her with him. The two friends spent most of the first week sunning themselves on the beach or swimming in the bay, but when the weather turned even hotter, Drusus suggested that they sought refuge at a cabin on the slopes of Mount Vesuvius. They brought the Greek boys and rode up with them running beside their horses. Much to his surprise, Marcus found it quite attractive to watch the barefoot boys sprinting along, panting in sweat soaked thin tunics. The trip took almost three hours and Drusus only stopped twice for a brief rest, so the slaves were exhausted to the point of collapse when arriving at the cabin. It was actually a miniature villa situated in a vineyard maintained by a couple of elderly slaves. A bathhouse built over a hot spring was an added luxury.

Drusus headed straight for that, reined in his horse and jumped down. "Come on, Marcus, let's get the dust washed off".

He threw the reins to one of the panting slaveboys and slipped off his tunic. The guest followed his example and the two boys entered to sit down on a stone bench beside the steaming pool of fresh water, impatiently waiting for the second slave to relieve them of their soft boots.

Drusus kicked the kneeling boy in the stomach, grumbling: "Get a move on, you lazy pig!"

The slave scurried away to fetch body oil and strigils. His fellow came running and their young masters were carefully anointed before oil and dust was scraped off.

"Ouch!" Drusus slapped the hapless slave's face. "You clumsy oaf! Fetch a crop".

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry, Master". He fled and his master finished scraping.

The other slave took extra care with the guest and Marcus looked on, amused, when his fellow came back and was ordered to get out of his tunic and bend over to touch his toes.

"Spread those legs!" Drusus kicked his ankles apart before aiming a vicious lash across the narrow boyarse and the slave yelped. Another, harder, followed and several more while the boy cried and begged. At last the crop fell to the floor.

"Stay!"

Drusus grabbed the burning globes to force them apart and then rammed his rock hard dick up the narrow hole. The slave screamed in pain and his master grunted:

"Whipping always makes me so damned horny! I usually take a boy to my room and give him a good hiding to warm up before fucking my girl, but since she's not here, this one will have to do".

Mesmerised, Marcus watched his friend's dick pumping in and out of the striped arse.

"Heats you up too, I can see". Drusus nodded at his ramrod stiff tool. "Why don't you seek some relief?" "I've never done a boy, not yet!"

"But an arsehole?"

"Sure".

"It's more or less the same, not least when they're as young as these. Do try"

Marcus shrugged his shoulders and nudged the other slaveboy, who wordlessly turned to open his arsecrack. Taught by experience, he smeared a generous amount of oil on his dick before easing it in.

"Yes, aah, not bad", he moaned and Drusus grinned to him while the two of them pumped their mounts in unison.

That was a great start of a splendid fortnight for the two upper class boys. They explored the mountain, went hunting for rabbits, enjoyed the cool of the evenings and the simple, but tasty meals the old slave woman prepared and, not least, their two delicious slaves. The Greek boys were not only very handsome, with pretty, almost girlish looks, soft dark skin and slim, well proportioned bodies, but skilled sex partners as well. Marcus had to admit that not even Zosia mastered the art of milking a cock with her arse muscles as well as they and that their speciality, a tongue bath followed by a full body massage, was almost as satisfying as a fucking. Drusus, on the other hand, fond as he was of getting in the mood with a brutal whipping of a slave, had always been too impatient to explore the more saucy details of advanced sex.

His friend corrected that, well, but not exactly eagerly helped by the slaves, whose lithe, but strong bodies and greater stamina were a lot more suited for experimenting with harder bondage than a slavegirl's. Already on the first night at the mountain retreat he had them trussed up in his favourite position, side by side on a bed, arms tied akimbo and legs up beside their ears.

"Jupiter!" Drusus stared, wetting his lips.

"Sure, and have you tried this?"

Grinning hugely, Marcus hit across one of the exposed soles of the two pairs of bare feet. The boy yelped and Marcus hit his other foot.

"Makes a great hot handle when you fuck him".

"Yeah"

Drusus laid into the other slave's feet with gusto and the tormented boys' wild screams rang down the valley.

"Ooh, aah!", he moaned when a while later, emptying his balls into the bowels of the abused boy.

"Yess!", his friend shouted beside him.

"Ready for another round?" Marcus smiled teasingly to his host, when the two friends were refreshing themselves with goblets of spiced wine.

"Am I ever!"

The slaveboys were still trussed up on the bed, looking at their young masters with frightened eyes.

"Then watch this".

Marcus found two thin leather strings to wrap tightly around the slaves' cocks and ballsacks, then released their feet one by one, but only to tie the ends of the strings to their big toes.

"I usually tie up a girl's nipples, but this ought to work just as well. There!"

He ran his fingertips down one of the burning soles and the leg jerked.

"See?"

He scraped the other sole with his fingernails, forcing an anguished moan from the slave when he involuntarily kicked out, tightening the string around his genitals

"Yess!" Drusus jumped up to tickle the other boy.

"You're a fucking genius, man!", he laughed a while later, when the tormented boys' whimpering changed to cries as their equipment was turning an ugly blue.

"Try this".

Marcus grabbed a lamp to drip hot oil onto the raw welts of his victim's whipped feet.

After that first experience, their games turned more and more sophisticated. The slaveboys were hogtied, frogtied, balltied, or spread-eagle to be whipped and fucked. And as if the nights were not enough, the young masters amused themselves by tying up their slaves outside during the day. There was no lack of suitable trees they could make a naked boy embrace before tying him tightly, stripe his back and arse and then fuck him, squirming in the bonds. Or a sturdy branch from which to hang him by wrists or ankles, perhaps with his fellow inverted beside him, cocks buried in each other's mouths, muffling screams of pain when the lashes rained down at them. An evening entertainment, where they hogtied the two slaves and then whipped them mercilessly until one of them succeeded in getting his cock up his fellow's arse, inspired them to try the same. Not being tied and whipped of course, but to let the slaves fuck them. The Greek boys were terrified, fearing the worst if they hurt their masters, and had trouble getting their tools erect, but in the end managed to penetrate the two virgin and well-lubricated holes as gently as possible. "Ooh!", Marcus moaned softly, "So this is how it feels".

"Yeah, great!", his friend sighed heavily, "Don't know why those damned slaves are complaining every time we fuck them".