Slave 4
Sicilia and Italy were well behind us now and ahead of us
was the longest part of the voyage as we sailed southeast towards
Alexandria. We meant to stay well away from both Greece and
Creta and head as directly as possible for Alexandria.
The cabin boy was about twelve years old and was dressed only
in a loincloth. His hair was black and in a complete tangle,
his skin heavily browned by the sun. He looked down as he presented
Bara’s lunch to me. It was a steaming fish stew in a
copper bowl. I took it from the boy and watched him run back
to the ladder that would take him below decks. What was his
life like? I didn’t know. Perhaps being used by the crew
and the marines, perhaps not. Bara was changing my view of
slaves and it was creating no small confusion in my mind. My
father had often lectured me on his firmly held opinion that
slaves must be treated well and with the care that one might
take with any valuable possession. But I had no illusions and
knew that here, alone on the sea, Marco and his men and maybe
the rest of the crew would be using young slaves for sex.
For the slaves it was usually a very good thing. In the eyes
of a slave, Marco and his men were incredibly wealthy and the
coins that they would slip to them during a long voyage could
be enough, over time, to buy ones freedom. It was a fair exchange,
a few denarii for ones youth, which, of course, is beyond price
but only if one is free.
I loved Bara, more than I had ever loved anyone and yet he
was a slave and I thought of him as being as good as anyone.
If this was true how could it be otherwise for the cabin boy
or anyone else? I didn’t know.
He was sitting up looking eager. My minds eye flashed for
a moment upon Julia and the marriage that would go forward
upon our return. Her dowry was two hundred talents of silver,
my father was no fool but then, for that matter, neither was
hers. Her father owned huge tracks of land throughout Italy
and much, much more. I wondered what assets my father most
had his eyes on, probably the warehouses and wharfage in Brundisi.
This was not something that upset me. It was my father’s
right, in fact his responsibility, to arrange an advantageous
marriage. My mother was looking for a house for us across the
Via Sacra on the Carinae. That suited me too. Being within
easy walking distance from my parents was always a little unnerving.
Not that they ever just dropped in, they never did anything
without carefully considering it but a little distance wouldn’t
hurt.
I sat the bowl on a blanket on Bara’s lap. “Eat!
While I look at your wound.” He grinned up at me his
blue eyes flashing. We both knew that he never needed to be
told to eat.
I slowly unwrapped the linen bandage and then rinsed off the
honey with seawater. The wound appeared clean and smaller now
and there was no sign of infection. I repacked the wound with
honey and wrapped it again with fresh linen. I said a silent
prayer to Minerva for having retained the knowledge about wounds
that I had picked up over the years.
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I opened the flap of canvas that served as a door to Marco
and his men’s quarters. Marco seemed a bit surprised
but then turned and walked toward me adjusting his tunic but
I could see in the background the face of the boy who had brought
Bara’s lunch earlier. One of Marco’s men had just
finished using him and withdrew from the boy slowly as another
of the men rolled on top of him and slowly entered him, the
boy looked at me with hooded eyes and a slight smile on his
face.
“Master?” Marco was huge and his bulging muscles
were covered with a light sheen of sweat.
I nodded toward the boy. “You’re not hurting him
I trust.”
Marco glanced over his shoulder. “Laras? Don’t
worry, we’re old friends and though he may be only fourteen
he’s got a good head for business. And besides, he’s
doing something that he loves.” He laughed. “He
loves a stiff Roman cock in his cunnus.” He looked back
to me. “Surely that isn’t what you came about.” There
was something about the thought of Laras being used by a half
a dozen men, being filled with their seed that hung in my mind.
“No. Check with the captain but it seems to me with
the following winds we’ve had it should take no more
than another week to arrive at Alexandria. When we do we’ll
stay at anchor and I want you to take some men and fetch our
agent. I also want you to bring a physician to look at Bara.
I want to make sure that he’ll be well.”
“Your man there is Marcus Corvonius isn’t he?” I
nodded yes. “Won’t he be expecting you to come
in person, surely he’ll be expecting to entertain you?”
“Yes but that is exactly what I want to avoid. If I
follow the usual protocols we’ll waste two weeks here.
I want to be back at sea in less than two days and that includes
the time needed to re-provision the ship. I’ll give you
a letter to give to him but I want you to take some of your
men and make sure that all of this happens quickly. Corvonius
loves to entertain guests and I need to make all of this happen
without distractions. If you show up on his doorstep with a
few of your men I think he’ll get the message. In any
event since he’s had no notice of my voyage Jupiter only
knows where he is. He avoids his wife like the plague and you
may have to haul him out of some whorehouse.”
Then as an afterthought. “Still, bear in mind that he’s
been our agent for almost twenty years and is very important
to us. His connections in Egypt are the best and it would be
foolish to offend him unnecessarily. He’s grown quite
wealthy in service to my father and that money has bought him
great respect here.”
Marco grinned at me. “We’ll be delicate, treat
em like the Pharaoh’s pet cat.” As a gladiator
Marco had killed or maimed many men during his career and even
after that, working for my father, protecting him, he was never
worried about using violence. That was his asset, that along
with his brain. All of Marco’s men were more than capable
of killing when needed but Marco had learned to look at the
bigger picture, to understand that a blade in the heart was
not always the best way.
He put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed it. “Don’t
worry about Bara. That boy is strong, he’ll do just fine.”
“I know……………I mean I hope
that you’re right. I’ve done all that I can and
he seems to be doing well.”
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As I lowered myself down onto Bara’s erect phallus I
sighed and then reached back to feel his balls. They were like
two very large eggs and I lifted them in their silken sack
and then led them slide one by one out of my fingers. Bara
looked at me and moaned. I lifted myself again and felt my
body clinging to the sides of his penis as it was pulled slightly
out of me. The length of it was so great that there was no
fear of it losing it’s place and I studied Bara’s
face. His head was thrown back and the muscles in his neck
stood out.
I wanted him to fill me with his seed, wanted those huge balls
to empty their full load into me but not just yet. I reached
back and felt the impossible width of it as I moved myself
slowly up and down its length. I could feel his phallus deep
within me touching every part of me possessing me. I thought
of Laras and the way that he had been used by Marco and his
men, being taken over and over again. I thought of his hooded
eyes and that slight smile.
I leaned forward to kiss him and gasped as his erect penis
found some new part of me.
“
Oh, Jupiter!” His eyes opened and I leaned in to his
waiting lips his huge arms wrapped around me and those massive
hands roughly massaged my shoulders.
He pulled me down tight to his chest and held me as he thrust
again and again into me and then slowly he rolled over taking
me with him his penis still deep inside of me. When he was
fully turned I was now lying on the bed and he was above and
still thrusting into me but now those huge balls were swinging
free and slapping against me rhythmically.
Bara’s hands were on either side of and above my head,
his arms felt like they were made of iron, his breath on my
face a blast of hot air every other second.
“Bara, be careful of your wound!”
He seemed beyond hearing but then said. “Yes, Master.”
Then he reached with both hands beneath me and lifted me off
of the bed, my legs were around his waist and he held my body
in his hands and began to thrust me down onto his penis as
he thrust up into me. It was if I had no weight and the only
reality was his enormous phallus slamming into my body. He
was using me now, breeding me and the sound of his balls slapping
into me increased its tempo and filled the room.
Then he threw back his head and growled and then gasped. I
could feel myself being filled with his boiling seed. It pumped
into me until there was no space left for it and as he pulled
back for a split second I could feel it gushing out of me and
felt it covering both of us and the he moved back into me and
I could hear the thick liquid sound of it and felt even more
flowing past his penis pouring out onto our bodies.
I looked down at my own penis just in time to see it erupting
without being touched and then was stunned as the feeling hit
me just as my own seed splashed up onto my chest and started
to run down the side of my body.
Bara slowly lowered me to the bed and then draped his weight
lightly over me being careful to support his body with his
knees and arms. He slowly withdrew his penis and it seemed
to take forever as that huge member was slowly dragged from
my body leaving behind a gaping hole.
I felt his lips cover mine as I drifted into a deep sleep.
