A Beggar's Tale

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WARNING! THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC BDSM FICTION. IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give you the rights to post this on any website. You must obtain the author's permission prior to posting.

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A Beggar’s Tale

by Night Owl

(Story Content: FF/m, BDSM, Slavery, Whipping)

Part II

When Flavious awoke, his mind was somewhat disoriented and he felt the strangest sensation that he was floating. The feeling only lasted a moment, then he felt the steel shackles pulling against his wrists and ankles. The young Roman realized that he was hanging in a small room, brought here by the Themiscyreans shortly after he had been taken prisoner. His arms were fully extended and shackled to a steel bar chained to a pulley above. His legs were also spread and chained by each ankle to the floor, forcing him remain suspended with all four limbs stretched in the shape of an X. Being that he was still naked, only added to his degradation.

Worse still, was in how his cock was bound – in a type of leather harness with three metal rings running up the shaft and a small steel cage encasing the tip. It was secured with two leather straps buckled tightly around the base of the organ and his balls. Flavious had never seen such a device, nor could he imagine what devious purpose it served.

The cell was small, very dark and oppressive. Water trickled down on him from somewhere above to mix with the sweat that shimmered off his body. In front of him, a large steel door stood like a sentinel at the top of the five stone steps. Beyond it, a flickering torchlight shined through the barred window onto his chest and arms. Many hours had passed, or so it seemed, since his captors had left him there. Flavious felt alone and abandoned. He knew his people had no idea he was still alive, so there was little chance of rescue. He began testing the shackles for any weaknesses, pulling first his wrists, then ankles alternatively, twisting and turning his body this way and that. It was no use. The chains allowed him only a certain freedom of movement, but not nearly enough to even bring his limbs together.

As the time passed, the young man's discomfort and vulnerability began to take its toll. Every muscle ached terribly from the strain of being suspended for so long. Several more attempts were made to escape his bonds, each time more desperate, yet all he did was elicit the tinkling laughter of the chains. Flavious wondered what would become of him in the hands of these warrior bitches.

His thoughts were broken by the loud, metallic sound of the sliding lock in the door. Light spilled into his tiny dark chamber and on his body as a woman entered carrying a torch. She was very young and very attractive with long blond hair. Her features were much softer, her flesh lighter in tone compared to the women he fought in the canyon, her body loosely draped in white silk over one shoulder with a long slit up her thigh, and a glittering gold band tied about the waist.

She silently moved to the opposite wall and turned a crank wheel. The chain made loud clinking noises as it passed through the pulley above. In slow, jerking movements, Flavious was lowered until his feet just barely touched the stone floor. She then unclipped each ankle chain and shortened it so that he was forced to stand before her with his legs and arms still spread apart, though at least it offered some relief from his painful suspension.

Her young breasts stood out proudly underneath the simple garment, and as she moved about him, Flavious could make out her pink, coin-sized tits poking against the fabric. His eyes instinctively moved downward to see if he could get a glimpse of her pretty bush as well, but then the blonde woman caught his gaze, and smiled knowingly before he could turn away.

She brushed by him, lightly swishing the silk dress against his thigh. He felt his cock twitch, then begin to swell with the slight, but deliberate contact, followed by the uncomfortable sensation of the steel rings pressing hard against it. She moved in close and strapped a leather gag tightly over his mouth, her perfumed scent enveloped him and mingled with the smell of leather. More than ever, Flavious wished he could break free of his bonds, if anything, just to take this little nymph into his arms.

About this time, another woman entered the room. In her hands she carried a bucket of water and two sponges. Her appearance and dress were the same as that of her companion, only this girl had long, straight dark hair.

Anticipating further agonies, Flavious tried to prepare himself for what might happen next, only to be surprised, and pleasantly so, when they dipped their sponges into the bucket and began washing down his body. It took some time, and two buckets of warm water to cleanse him. A hollowed out gourd with body oil was brought in next and, once again, he felt their skilled hands upon him. Every screaming muscle was rubbed and massaged. The warm oils tingled, then soothed. Flavious began to relax, forgetting the pain and anguish he had been subjected to since his capture, allowing more pleasurable sensations to surface as his chest, shoulders, arms and legs were equally pampered. He felt their probing fingers move around to his buttocks. The strong muscles there were kneaded and stroked, while they were also mindful not to touch the fresh brand on his left cheek.

At first, Flavious was overcome by this attention, but quickly new dilemmas surfaced, for each time he became aroused, the pressure from the restraint only increased, so he was unable to achieve a full erection. The women seemed to take pleasure in his predicament. They touched him gently in many places and watched with delight in how his cock strained in swollen agony against the unforgiving rings.

Being an interpreter for the Roman army, Flavious was able to understand snippets of their conversation.

“This one is as big as a horse,” the yellow haired giggled. “I wonder if all Romans are built like him?”

“He will certainly fetch a high price at the auction,” replied the dark haired girl, “so save your coins, Phoebe, and perhaps you can . . .”

“Enough,” came another voice.

All three pairs of eyes suddenly turned to the doorway. Standing just beyond it was a third woman. She stood much taller than the other two, and she was very striking in appearance. Her fiery red hair fell loosely around her milky white shoulders. A strip of black silk was stretched tight and low around her breasts to emphasize their shape. A gold cord hung noticeably low upon her bared hips, with a long swath of matching silk flowing between her legs in front and in back. The coverings on her feet were of leather that had been dyed black and decorated with metal studs. On each upper arm, was a silver bracelet, molded into the image of a coiled snake.

The two nymphs in white silk immediately moved away from Flavious and showed submission to the third by falling to their knees and bending forward with both arms stretched out on the wet floor in front of them, the palms of both hands facing down. The sides of their togas fell open, baring their naked flanks all up to the hips.

“I did not instruct you to touch him in that manner, did I?” The red haired woman glared down at them.

“No Madam,” the other two chimed out in unison. “We are sorry.”

“Get up.”

Both women rose and brushed themselves off, but their eyes never left the floor, as their leader approached Flavious, who was still chained and helpless. In an act of defiance, the Roman flashed an angry gaze in her direction. He knew this one held a position of some authority, and he was determined not to bend to any of them, no matter what happened.

At first, his contempt drew no reaction from her. Then Flavious saw a flicker of emotion in her eyes. He could not tell if it was lust, or perhaps laughter. Or cruelty. She finally broke eye contact and slowly circled him, her attentions turning to the more dispassionate appraisal of his body.

“Romans,” the red haired woman scoffed, speaking as if to no one, though the other two girls listened attentively. “The ignorance of their breed is matched only by their vanity.”

She turned to face him again.

"I am Madam Penthesilia,” she spoke to him in Roman. “I am here to train you. If you submit to me freely, then you will suffer no more than a wretch like you deserves."

Flavious could say nothing with the gag over his mouth, but the glare in his eyes told her everything.

“You think you are too strong for me, do you not?”

She grabbed one of his nipples and twisted it between her fingers. The suddenness of this action nearly made Flavious cry out.

“I have broken horses more spirited than you,” she released him and laughed, “but please continue this charade of yours, if you must.”

Once again, he was forced to endure more rough probing and fondling of this body by this woman’s hands, while the servants took their positions next to her so they could be ready to assist if needed.

"A magnificent physique,” the Madam said. “Very unusual for his breed. Remove the harness."

Gently the dark-haired girl released the leather straps and slid the rings off his cock. The relief was only temporary though, as the Madam reached under his crotch with one hand and slowly fondled his balls. Chained as he was, Flavious could only watch in helpless frustration.

"Mmmmmmm, Commander Alkala was right in her assessment. The size of this one’s sex organs ARE impressive. Now let us see how viable he is."

Flavious tried to remain strong and not give into her casual advances, but this fiery-haired bitch had a skillful hand. His cock was stroked and milked in a manner and with such persistence that even the strongest of men could not resist for very long. Within moments he was fully erect.

"It certainly takes little effort to excite this one,” she said. “Very typical at this young age."

Enraged, he began pulling at his chains again. He cursed at her in Roman, though his words were muffled. The Madam grinned. In spite of his struggles, the rhythm of her movements did not change. She continued the palpations, this time stroking his organ with one hand while gently kneading his balls with the other. He could feel all the strength flowing into his loins from the rest of his body.

“See how easy it is,” the Madam told her servants. “And they consider themselves the masters over us just because they have one of these hanging between their legs,” she then gave his cock a painful tug. “It truly disgusts me how the gods could have created these men, being as weak-minded as they are, and with their most sensitive organs located outside of the body, no less, where they can be manipulated so skillfully.”

The other two women nodded their heads in agreement.

Flavious was totally bewildered now, the sensations coursing through him were like nothing he had ever experienced before. The Madam was playing with his body so gently and so expertly that all resistance left him. His cock throbbed uncontrollably in the palm of her hand as she directed it downward, then just before he ejaculated, she held a hollowed out gourd underneath to catch the streams of milky-white semen.

When he was finished, the Madam let out a cry of approval and pulled it away to study the contents.  She seemed very pleased with what he had provided.

“Mmmmm, good quantity,” she said. “I’ll recommend we put this one to stud before he is sold on the block.”

When the young Roman’s head cleared, he became furious. He lunged forward as best he could to get to her, but the chains restrained him.

The Madam looked at him, amused. "Well it is good to see that you have spirit. Soon you will learn how to use it properly."

She snapped her fingers, and the yellow-haired girl they called Phoebe disappeared behind him, then re-appeared with a leather chariot whip. She handed it to her mistress.

"Prepare him for punishment."

Once again, his body was hoisted into a full suspension with all four limbs still stretched wide. He watched nervously as the Madam ran the leather whip through her fingers.

"Now we will find out if you are as brave as you are virile and handsome."

She circled behind him, still brandishing the whip. Flavious waited for, what seemed like a long time, then felt the searing hot pain across his back and shoulders. She struck again, and again. Each blow fell within a millimeter of each other, all carefully placed so as to create a neat pattern of welts across his upper body. His muscles flinched; his body trashed and bucked on the chains. He tried not to show any reaction, but he could not prevent himself from groaning as further lashings were laid across his buttocks. The other two women stood in front of him and watched with giddy fascination while his hips lurched forward with each painful blow to his cheeks, his tormented body transformed into a lewd display of male flesh.

Madam Penthesilia finally halted, but only step back and to admire the pattern of angry red welts that now criss-crossed the back of his body. Flavious was wheezing through the gag, trying to catch his breath. Satisfied, she hung the whip on a wall peg.

“I’m very pleased,” she voiced her assessment. “Despite the pain he has suffered, he shows great physical strength. Bring him down and remove the gag. We don’t want choking on the thing, do we?”

“Yes Madam.”

When Flavious was released from his suspension, he collapsed with his face to the floor. After the gag was finally removed, he wanted to curse the bitch, but he was very wise for his young years, and thought better to hold his tongue, or else suffer more abuse.

“Now he knows what the punishment will be for disobedience.”

Taking hold of his collar the Madam pulled his head up and held a large goblet to his mouth forcing him to drink the warm thick liquid it contained. It was very sweet and had a strong smell of spices and herbs. The Roman took it, thankful to have had anything offered him after being starved for so long. Then he fell to the floor again and slipped into semi-consciousness. Something had been put into the drink that left him very disoriented and too weak to even move a muscle.

“Take this piece of meat to the recovery room,” she barked another order to the servants. “Have them tend to his wounds. Then I want him groomed for his next session.”

The other two women responded immediately.

Just then a fourth woman entered the room. Through half-closed eyes, Flavious immediately recognized her as the leader that spoke to the tribe upon his arrival. She was somewhat older than the others, body modestly covered in blue silk with a type of gold crown on her head. Flavious pretended to be unconscious and listened as the women spoke in their native tongue.

“How is our guest,” asked the fourth voice.

“It seems he is not as strong as we thought,” Penthesilia replied. “I will soon have him under my control."

The other woman then laughed, "Your confidence is clouded by your inexperience. I have seen a look like his many times before when I was a trainer. The body has been weakened, but his mind is still strong. Be very careful."

"You must have more faith in my instincts, Queen Marpesia. He will submit to me like the others."

"Well I hope you are right, my dear. What do you intend to do with him next?"

"As soon as he recovers, he will be moved to the first stage of preparation. I will not break this one with physical force though, and risk permanent damage to his flesh. Far more subtle methods will have to be applied."

"Very wise, and such beautiful flesh too for a man. If your method prevails then he will be ready for our next auction. Some of our overseas traders have taken great interest in this one. His price should run high on the block. In fact, I may outbid them all and keep him for myself."

Flavious heard no more as he was dragged out of the room by the two servants. But there was new hope for the young Roman, for they did not know yet that he could understand their language. Perhaps he might use this to his advantage in formulating a plan for an escape.

(continued)