Chapter 1: Introduction

The boy awoke to the sound of women laughing.

He was lying in a bed of soft grass, in a small glade of trees. The sunlight streamed through the branches onto his features. At barely 18 years, his strong face was not quite that of a man, but he was no longer a mere boy, and light stubble covered his jaw.

He lifted his head and saw three muscular women, surrounding his prostrate frame.

“Well, well, well, what have we here?” one of the woman said. “It looks like a little boy has lost his way.”

The women all wore similar clothes. Short white tunics stretched over their left shoulders, exposing their right breasts.  Black leather armor covered their stomachs and waists. 

The boy couldn’t help but notice that their breasts seemed uniformly firm, and were about the size of large apples, a pink tinged nipple jutted out from their right sides. Tied at their waists with leather belts, the women's armor ended at the top of their legs, and from his prostrate position the boy could see the tops of their thighs. 

The women were all tall, athletic and each seemed more beautiful than the last. Tanned strong features were capped by highly piled curly dark ringlets on their heads. On their feet were sandals with leather ties that encircled their shapely legs and were tied off below their knees.

They all had broad smiles on their faces as they looked at the boy and then back at each other. They seemed nearly twice the boy’s age. They also each had swords which were drawn and pointed towards the boy.

“Stand up and present yourself” said the tallest of the three, who stood back to let the boy rise, her sword still aimed at his heart. 

The boy struggled to rub sleep from his eyes, as he awkwardly stood.  “Who are you?” the boy timidly asked as he straigtened to face them.

“Shut up,” their leader spoke again, harshly and loudly. “You do not speak unless spoken to. You will do everything we say without question. Now!”

Chapter 2: Humiliation

The boy stood before them and tried not to think about how he got into the situation. Two weeks before he had been separated from his father’s hunting party, as they looked for prey in the mountains.  He and his father’s men had traveled for several days leaving Athens, the city of his birth. 

He knew his father, a leading Athenian citizen, would be looking for him desperately. His horse had thrown him, and then galloped away, back to its stable in the Greek city. No amount of curseing, or beggin the Gods had brought the stallion back, and now, after wandering for days he was hungry, tired and dirty. He self consciously looked down at his own clothes, which had once been clean and made of the finest fabrics, and realized he looked like a beggar.

“It is an insult to the Goddess for a male to wear clothes.” The leader said again matter of factly both to him and to her comrades. “Strip.”

“Wait please,” The boy began to argue. “You don’t know who I am…” which was met with a sharp slap to his face.

“I said shut up.” The woman shouted staring angrily into his eyes. “Your accent implies that you are clearly a Greek, which means you are stupid by nature. You are also clearly are not trained yet and so I don’t expect you to behave perfectly. But you will not argue and you will not disobey. Get those rags off now and let us have a better look at you.”

His face stinging, the boy lifted his short toga over his head and let it fall to the ground his hands at his side. He still wore a filthy loin cloth, and sandals as he stared with angry eyes at these women who dared to address him as though he werenot a free citizen. 

The woman looked at him for a moment and then the leader stepped forward and harshly pinched his right nipple. The boy cringed, and the women all laughed.  His face burning, he lifted his hand to protect his chest, as the woman brushed his hand away with her sword.

“Never try to sheild yourself from a superior female,” she said harshly, twisting his flesh and raining her sword menacingly.

They talked about him as though he wasn’t there, commenting on his well formed chest, tight stomach and facial features.

“He will fetch a good price,” said one of the women who had not spoken yet. “His face is handsome enough and his body is well formed. Look at his chest, it is really beautiful.”

“Yes,” said the other woman. “And did you see how he shuddered at your touch? It won’t be hard to break him.” She laughed drawing her hand away from his trobbing pectoral.

“Turn around and let us see your back, shoulders and ass,” the leader said roughly. The women appraised his backside and he heard them talking about his rounded buttocks and strong thighs. He felt their eyes boring into him, and wondered what could be next. Perhaps they were just going to rob him of his clothes, as dirty as the rags now seemed. Perhaps he would leave him alone.

“Put your hands behind your back,” the leader ordered, and he felt his bound tightly together by strong leather bands. “Now turn around again and face us.”

The boy had never been spoken to in such a commanding way. As a young man of in the aristocracy of Greek society, he had always been the one to tell people what to do. From the time he was a small boy, a houseful of servants and slaves, both male and female, had always obeyed his every command. He felt as though he might cry, and fought back angry tears that were mingled with fear as he complied. 

The woman's leader stepped closer to him and he could feel her breath hot against his face. He could smell her sweat as her hand softly cupped his cock and balls through the fabric of his loin cloth. “I said strip, and you have again disobeyed me.” She said – though her voice was softer now. “This,” she said, pulling harshly at his loin cloth, “will have to go.”

She pulled a short curved knife from her belt and cut the cloth at his thigh, ripping the frayed material harshly from his body. He felt the material rip from between his legs, and felt a slight shudder as he found himself naked and exposed in front of three attractive older women.

Chapter 3: Submission

The boy was used to being without clothes. At the gymnasium in Athens, he had often competed in wrestling and foot races while naked. But in Athens, women were forbidden from entering the gymnasium, and he had never felt female eyes devouring him in this way before. He felt vulnerable and helpless. He also started to feel blood rushing to his exposed 18-year-old cock, which left him feeling embarrassed and even more out of control.

The leader stepped back again he felt her eyes bore into him. He heard the sound of a bird chirping, in the distance, but the women said nothing, just staring at his cock, their eyes growing wide.

“If you return me to my father in Athens,” the boy said weakly, “I am sure he would reward you.”

His words trailed off as the leader slowly raised her sword and gently touched the bottom of his balls.

“A gelding is worth nearly as much as a stallion,” she said quietly. “This is the third time I have told you to hold your tounge. If you speak again without being spoken to, I can assure you I will find a most unpleasant punishment for you.” She tapped his balls lightly and he felt the cold steel on his sensitive skin.

Turning to her comrades she said excitedly, “This is one of the largest pieces of cock I have ever seen, and do you see how it rises – even without being touched. We are going to make a fortune when we get back to the city.”

The other women laughed, their eyes never leaving his crotch.

“Gag the beast, before he can speak again,” the leader ordered. “And bind his cock and balls tightly before it grows any more. I want to keep him uncomfortable and hard until we get someplace we can use him in comfort. Oh, and attach a leash. He can follow along behind.”

The women picked the torn loin cloth from the ground and stuffed it violently into his mouth, securing it with pieces of his toga they ripped into long strips.

Roughly they pushed his legs apart and bound his cock and balls with leather straps similar to the ones encasing their legs. As they manipulated his genitals, he felt himself grow ever harder, and he moaned through his gag. A sharp slap to the head of his cock, stopped him from moaning, and brought tears to his eyes.

When they were done the leader addressed him again.

“You will follow along behind us quietly and without complaint. If you are good, we will give you food and water. If you fall behind, we will drag you by your cock and balls. If you understand, nod your head.”

The boy nodded, and then felt a sob well up from inside his chest. He found himself naked, humiliated and abused. A fore night before he had been a young nobleman. Now he was reduced to nothing more than a slave who could be slapped, threatened and fondled at any time. The horror of his predicament overwhelmed him and he broke down crying.
The women looked at their captive with amused expressions.

“Do you want me to silence him?” one of the women asked the leader, bringing her sword dangerously close to his balls.

“Actually, his sobs are beautiful – in fact sobbing is the only truly beautiful noise a male can make, I think,” the leader said, not unkindly. “Perhaps this is the first step to breaking him. After all he is not from our land and perhaps this is how the Greek men always behave. Let him cry as we walk. As long as he is obedient, and does not resist, I don’t mind listening to his suffering.”

“Come now male,” she said to the boy in a comforting way. “You do not yet know the meaning of suffering. You do not yet know what it means to be a slave of the Amazons.”

Chapter 4: Exhaustion

The group trudged along across meadows and streams, sometimes walking, sometimes running. They would have seemed a strange caravan to any Greeks they encountered - three tall, powerful Amazon warriors, leading a naked, gagged, 18 year-old boy on a leash through the wild fields of Macedonia.

The boy noticed no particular path, but the women seemed confident about where they were headed. With hands behind his back, the boy was cautious and tentative as they walked over rough stones, streams and boulders. He worried that if he tripped or fell, the women’s tight grip of the leash holding the bands that encircled his cock and balls might tear them off – or at least cause him great pain.

The sun felt hot on his naked skin, and he could taste the stale, sweat of his own loincloth, stuffed so harshly into his mouth. At first, the taste made him gag, but as they walked, he began to get used to it – along with the constant tugging on his cock and balls from the cruel bindings and taut leash that the women pulled.  They had allowed his to keep his sandals, though he would soon learn that males were forbidden from wearing even protective footwear in the Amazonian world. 

For the most part, he was ignored as the women walked. They rarely spoke to him unless it was to urge him on faster, or comment on how the sweat glistened on his chest, legs, buttocks, shoulders or face. They enjoyed seeing his muscles stretched as they made him run, step over fallen logs, or scramble down a hill. He was painfully aware of his own nakedness and the bonds that encircled his cock and balls seemed to push them forward, making them jut out from his body. They bounced and swayed painfully as he tried to keep up with the athletic women.

They were clearly pleased with the prize they had encountered. And while they were commanding and belittling, they also took great pains to congratulate each other on what a beautiful specimen they had found. He felt himself humiliated, exhausted, and strangely cherished all at the same time.

Although the women rarely spoke directly to him, listening to their conversation, he soon learned the women’s names. The tall woman who had acosted his mipple was their leader, Simonsia. She was a commander in the Amazonian army, and was apparently known for her skills with a sword. Her two warrior companions were named Telysia and Nisosias. Together they were responsible for patrolling the boarders of the Amazon’s lands.

Midday they stopped near a clear flowing stream and the women removed the boy’s gag. He stretched his aching jaw. His legs trembled when they stopped, and he nearly collapsed with exhaustion. The fear, humiliation and constant effort to keep up with the athletic women left him emotionally and physically drained.

With swords drawn the women escorted him to the stream’s bank, told him to kneel and commanded him to drink. The boy’s hands were still tied behind his back and he struggled to reach the water with his mouth. The women laughed as he nearly toppled over into the stream.

Finally the leader moved behind him and kicked his knees wide apart so he would be lower and more stable. Standing at his side, she grabbed a fistful of his hair, and helped to lower his head to the water. The boy drank thirstily, lapping up water with his tongue like a dog. The water splashed onto his face, washing away dirt, sweat and tears.

He could feel Telysia and Nisosias ogling his spread ass, his tight anus - which was completely exposed when his legs were spread and back arched to reach the water. He though of his his bound testicle hanging freely between his legs. He shuddered as he felt them bounce slightly from side to side as he drank, the grass from the stream's bank softly brushing his skin.

When Simonsia felt he had enough water she pulled his the hair on his head harshly back so that he fell backwards onto the ground, his body crashing hard onto his bound hands behind his back. His legs flipped out, and he found himself on his back looking up at Simosia, who quickly put her sandal on his chest. Similing into his wet face, she pushed her foot hard into his pectorals and leaned over him menacingly.

“Now,” she said, staring deeply into his frightened eyes as a wicked smile grew on her face, “We shall have some fun.”

Chapter 5: Subjugation

The boy cried out in surprise and pain as he fell on his back. He cried again in humiliation as she planted her foot squarely on his chest.

He looked up and could clearly see the commander’s mound of venus from under her short tunic, as she pushed her sandal harder into his chest. Though he was terrified by the day’s events, and by what might lie in store, he found himself fascinated by her inner thighs, and the closely cropped hair of her pubis just a few feet above his face. It compounded the feelings that had been building all day as he had watched the beautiful women, as they ran in front of him. As much as they had enjoyed watching his muscular body and bouncing cock all morning, he had been in awe of their round bottoms, flawless skin, their exposed breasts, firm asses and beautiful features.

She watched his face for a moment, smiling at his utter innocent fascination with her viginia. She clearly was amused, but the boy did not see it. And in a split moment her mood seemed to switch.  She turned on the boy violently.

“How dare you look at me like that,” she said in mock anger. “You will keep your eyes lowered when I address you.”

The other women gathered near her, and she removed her foot from his chest, only to kick him painfully in the side. “You need to learn your place slave,” she said. Her look was reproachful and she spoke in a tone he had used himself while scolding an errant dog.

“Kneel up,” she said, “and you will begin to learn your place.”

His hands still tied behind his back, the boy struggled onto his side, and eventually onto his knees – though it took some additional help from the women. Once stable, his knees were again kicked wide apart, and he felt as though his legs might break, stretched out as they were.

Telysia ran to the stream’s edge and brought back a large willow switch which she handed to Simonsia with an amused look. The women circled the naked, bound lad, and Simonsia began to use the switch poke and prod different parts of his now trembling body, commenting on each to her friends. He kept his eyes lowered as she spoke, his face growing hot in the midday sun.

"Do you notice how his shoulders are broad and fully developed, yet his waist is still thin," she said, touching each as spoke, the switch gently brushing his neck and chin.  “That shows his age.”

"His legs,” she said as she brushed the switch gently down one leg and back up the other “are thick, strong, and his ass is truly one of his best features, round, firm and meaty." She drew the switch across the top of his crack and he felt himself shudder.

"His chest is beautifully muscular, and defined,” the stick moved across his shoulders, “and his nipples are,” she paused “oh, so sensitive." Suddenly, she lashed out and the switch fell hard against his right nipple.

He cried out in shock almost as much as pain. She hit him again in the same spot, and then moved over to his left nipple. She hit him again, then again and again. Each time the pain grew more intense. She moved on to attack his shoulders and ass, at one point commanding him to lean forward and kiss the ground so that he would have a more direct target, for lashing his quivering form.

After his first yelp of surprise, the boy held back, trying desperately not to make a sound. Robbed of his clothes, molested, and exhausted he thought to keep some small measure of dignity through silence. But as the beating continued, he felt emotion wash over him. Not knowing when or if it would ever end, not knowing what his fate would be, he finally broke down in desperate sobs that continued until Simonsia stood back to admire her work.  Pink lines were drawn across his body, thought she had been careful not to draw blood. 

The only sound in the meadow was the cool sound of a gentle stream, and he sound of an 18 year old boy sobbing uncontrollably in pain, anger and humiliation.

Until the women all began to laugh.

Chapter 6: Masturbation
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 12/11/05 12:07 AM)

“Come now boy,” Simonsia said as the other women snickered at his sobs. “You are behaving like a spoiled child. All I did was make sure that you know who is in charge.”

Her words had a strange effect on the boy, as he knelt before her, the pain still radiating through his body. He was so grateful that she had stopped her attack, that he did indeed feel a strange sense of warmth and gratitude. The welts on his ass and chest were outward symbols of a more profound internal change that began the moment his loin cloth was ripped away and he stood naked and trembling before the wonem who now claimed to won his cock, and the rest of his body. Even before she spoke, he knew who was in charge, but her words cemented the feelings in his own heart. He stopped crying.

“Now, I want you to kneel up and, keeping your legs spread, thrust out your hips,” she said. He complied quickly, not wanting to risk another session with her switch.

Slowly, Simonsia lowered the stick to his bound groin, rubbing his thigh and tapping his ball sack. Using the stick, she raised his now flaccid cock. “This is mine,” she said matter of factly, letting it fall back into place.

Still using the stick as her tool, she began to stroke the top of his cock gently, moving from the base to the tip and then back again. Lifting, dropping and stroking, in no particular sequence, over and over.

In horror, the boy felt his bound cock respond to her stimulation, as it began  to stiffen and rise. His hips jutted forward obscenely, and he felt his whole being somehow contained in his cock, as the smooth bark probed, pushed and manipulated his quickly growing organ.

“Strange isn’t it, that a single branch of a river willow can bring so much pain one moment, and so much pleasure the next,” she said absently. The boy strained as her prodding continued. Her ministrations went on for several minutes, and she toyed with his cock, watching it grow and expand, straining against the leather straps that had bound it for the past few hours.

The boy was not the only one whose attention was focused on the display. The bemused women all stared at the naked youth in a happy state of anticipation, as if they were going to a great feast, and had not eaten for days.

In Athens, his friends had nicknamed him “The Bull” after watching him compete in the games of the gymnasium. In part this was because of his muscular frame - more particularly though, it was because of the length and girth of his penis and testicles.

As the willow caressed his cock, the boy’s muscles were flexed, his arms pushing against the bands that held his hands behind his back. His fully stretched legs were flexed and he threw his head back, even as he arched his hips forward, pumping unconcsiensely into the air. His breathing became deep and heavy, and as he let out a soft moan, several drops of clear fluid began to ooze from the boy.

Simonsia dropped the switch and crouched beside him, one hand aggressively rubbing precum into his cock, the other pushing apart his ass cheeks, and gently massaging his perineum between his anus and ball sack. The other women looked on in a combination of lust and anticipation. Indeed, he was so large that Simonsia's hand could not fit completely around his organ.

As he drew close to erupting, she withdrew both her hands. He moaned desperately, and the look on his face was one of pleading and anguish.

“If I allow you this release, you will truly belong to the Amazons,” she said softly into his ear. “Even if you escape or are rescued you will never forget this moment when you gave up control.”

“Please,” was all the boy could moan, his eyes shut and muscles taut.  

Smiling, she spit onto her hand, and began her assault again - more violently than before bringing him even closer, as his skin flushed and veins bulged in his neck, arms, and cock. Her other hand explored his ass, rubbing against his anus and massaging his buttocks. Just as he began to feel like he would explode, she stopped again and repeated her promise. “If I continue, you will belong to the Amazons.”

“Yes,” he said in a voice barely audible.

“You will belong to me.”

He moaned and nodded, his eyes still shut. 

“Then look at your cock in my hand,” she said. “I want you to see what your surrender looks like.”

Pulling his hair, she thrust his head forward, and he stared blankly down, his mouth agape, watching her beautiful fingers tightly grasp his manhood. She repeated the process three more times - reminding him of his surrender each time - before grabbing his cock, and pounding it as hard as she could. Within five powerful strokes, he erupted into her hand and she deftly pointed his cock straight up, aiming for his face. Huge streams of thick white liquid hit his mouth, nose, eyes and hair.  She milked him, pulling more and more fluid from his balls, until at last he collapsed exhausted into her strong arms.

Smiling broadly, Telysia turned to Nisosias and said in a whisper, “We are going to make a fortune when he gets to the city.”

Chapter 7: Preparation

The women urged the boy to his feet, and they continued through the stream, across a meadow and into a small valley. At the base of the valley, the boy saw a small tidy camp near a small clear pond, with a fire pit and a large round tent.  Five tan horses were corralled in a wooden fence, and an odd man, completely naked except for metal collar around his neck and a metal band that encircled his bald cock and balls ran to meet them. His muscled body seemed hairless, except for the thick gray hair on the top of his head, which was closely cut. The boy guessed that he was fifty years old, as he came rushing to meet the group, his head bowed as he welcomed the women into the camp site

Turning to the boy, Simonsia said, "We will rest here, and continue on to the city in the morning,” The other women handed their weapons to the man, removed their sandals, and sat on chairs and cushions that were placed around the fire pit.

Simonsia directed him to a short pillory near the tent and, pulling out her knife, cut the ties that had bound his wrists. She held the knife to his neck and let him rub his stiff arms and shoulders, before ordering him to place his head and hands into the stockade, closing a top beam, and securing him in place with a metal catch.

The pillory beam was low enough that he had to deeply bend his knees and spread his legs to keep his balance.

Turning to the collared, older man Simonsia said curtly, “Get us food and wine quickly, and then get the boy cleaned up. His face is covered with a mess from his balls.  We have had a long night patrolling and it is time we enjoyed the fruits of our labors.” The gray haired man bowed his head and hurried into the tent, retuning with a platter of fruit, cheese and bread and a large jug, which each of the women drank from eagerly.

The man approached the boy with a bucket of water, and large rag. Without warning, he began roughly scrubbing the boy’s body with the wet rough cloth, the way he might clean a piece of furniture. The boy’s still-fresh welts on his shoulders and ass were rubbed painfully. The older man wiped the drying, crusty fluid from the boys face and hair, where they had sprayed after Simonsia’s manipulations of his cock. The boy wanted to address the older man. He had hundereds of questions to ask. But he was terrified of what the women, and in particular, Simonsia, might do if he spoke again without permission.

The man paid particular attention to the boy’s backside, and without speaking, pushed the boy’s legs apart, roughly washing his crack. Finally, he removed the leather straps that still encased the boy’s cock and balls, aggressively cleaning between his legs, roughly pulling back the boy’s foreskin and cleaning his cock and balls. When finished he poured the bucket of water over the boy without warning, and left him cold and shivering. The older male had been completely silent throughout the boy’s scouring and the boy felt no more than an animal, resigned to wait until he could be put to good use.

He could hear the women behind him chatting, drinking and laughing. When they were done with their meal, they approached the boy, tauntingly, and though he could not see them because of the stockade, he felt their soft hands caress, rub and fondel his moist skin as they stood beside him.

“Your behavior has been greatly improved since your cock showed us who you truly belong to,” Simonsia said, tapping the head of his penis.   “And so, now, I suppose we will let you eat.” She pushed some bread into his mouth and he struggled to chew and swallow. The boy had not eaten much since he became separated from his father's hunting party and her feeding him from her only deepened the feelings of gratitude he felt at the hands of his captor. She owned him and he knew it. He also knew that she fed him mere scraps from the women’s meal, but he ate enthusiastically and gratefully, even kissing her hand as her fingers touched his face.

Meanwhile, the other women had found his cock, and were toying with it while exploring his ass crack, balls, thighs, nipples and anus. Their hands were warm and he was grateful that his full balls had already been drained at the stream, for though he felt his organ grow with the womens’ caresses, he still felt in control.

“Now we will show you what is means to pleasure an Amazon,” Simonsia said.

Chapter 8: Copulation

The women removed the boy from the pillory. Dragging him by his cock and balls, they led him to a low wooden bench near the fire pit. 

For a brief moment, he considered fighting them, and trying to escape. But he remembered the way Simonsia had caressed him near the stream and a strange sense of belonging filled him. He knew too that while the three women were not armed, they were each exceedingly strong, and would likely overpower him no matter how hard he fought. Exhausted and frightened, he silently allowed the women to pull his naked body towards the furniture and cushions where they had dined.

They pressed the boy back onto the bench, and quickly secured his ankles and wrists to the benches legs below. Laying on his back, his eyes and cock both pointed straight into the bright afternoon sky. The gray haired slave stood by, holding a wooden tray, but the boy’s head was so low he couldn’t see what it held.

Once the boy was secured, Simonsia lifted a metal band from the tray, similar in size and shape to a bracelet that an Athenian woman might wear. Lifting his testicles, she put the boy’s left, and then his right testicle into the band, followed by his cock, which had started to rise and had to be stretched and pulled to fit into the band.

From the tray she lifted a small vial filled with oil, which she poured over his body, the other women enthusiastically rubbing it in. The boy moaned in pleasure, as the oil was worked into his chest, stomach, thighs and cock.  Simonsia allowed the boy to suck her finger as she dripped the oil onto his skin. 

Then lifting her short tunic and throwing one leg over the short bench, Simonsia quickly straddled the boys face, and sat on his chest.

Staring into his frightened eyes she said simply, “Stick out your tongue, and lick me.” She inched her body onto the boy's head, grinding against his face.

The boy had never tasted a woman in this way before.  In Athens, women were kept as housekeepers and slaves.  Sex with women was purely for the benefit of the man, and for legitmate children. The boy’s mind exploded at the thought of putting his noble born lips and tongue on a woman’s body in such an unusual way.

But Simonsia was insitsnet, her hands pulling his head into her, and though he fumbled awkwardly at first, he soon found himself using his lips, tongue and even nose to bring her pleasure. Simonsia directed his actions, either through her gyrating movements, or her commands. “Faster...right there...more, now...deeper,yes...good boy.”

The other women supported her with their arms as she rode the boy’s virgin face, coating his handsome features with her juices. She wiggled and bounced for what seemed like hours to the boy, and when she had enough, she slid back across his torso.

Lifting her body up, she gripped his cock in her fingers. It glistened with oil mingled with the clear fluids that driped from his hole as his tongue had finally found its use. Roughly, she lowered herself onto him, until their bodies touched and he was buried completely inside. The metal band that encase his cock and balls pushed his organ forward, and squeezed his balls beneath her weight as she bounced up and down.

The boy had played around with servant girls and slaves in Athens, putting his finger into their pussies, and occassionally forcing them to accept his awkward advances. 

But he had never felt anything as powerful as Simonsia’s pussy tightly holding his manhood, enclosed in its metal collar. He closed his eyes and let out long slow breath as the commander rode him, her back arched, and head thrown back. Suddenly, he felt a new set of thighs grasp his face as one of the other women, he was not sure who, climbed onto his head facing Simonsa. His tongue and face were soon coated with both women's sticky-salty fliuds, and his own saliva.

The women kissed and played each other as they each rode a different part of the boy's body. His head trapped beneath soft powerful grinding thighs, his nose pushed into the woman’s anus.  He heard the women talking in muffled tones above him. "Like a stallion...more tongue...hard ass...pinch his nipples," they said to each other.

Soon the boy felt his passions rise, and he knew that he was about to erupt again. He tried to let Simonsia know, but with his arms and legs tied, and mouth otherwise occupied, his desperate gyrations only served to further arouse the women’s passions. Suddenly, he felt his cock explode pumping wildly into his owner’s body.  But instead of slowing down, she simply pounded him harder, and he felt himself scream as the friction increased on his sensative organ. The sensation was almost unbearable as she continued to pump his young cock. And his ordeal was far from over.

The three women traded places several times over the next two hours, his tongue, jaw and cock growing ever more tired and sore. He lost count of the number of times each woman had climaxed, their fingers clawing at his chest, their legs grinding against his face or their bodies slaming his ass into the hard wooden bench, smashing his bound balls in the process. When he got tired, they threatened to beat him, if he didn't keep his lips and tongue moving or his cock hard. Sometimes he woud taste himself as the women moved from his cock to his mouth and back again, and he lost himself - a tool for the pleasure of the three women.

When at last the women were content, they left the boy strapped to the bench, his body glistening wet and red. They sat back on the cushions in the early evening light and began to talk.

Chapter 9: Discussion

The boy’s body burned, every muscle taxed and drained. His chest, buttocks and back still stung from his encounter with Simonsia’s switch, his legs hurt from the forced march to the women’s camp, while his arms and wrists ached after hours of bondage. His jaw and tongue were sore from workout on his captor’s pussies, and he wondered if his nose was broken. His mouth tasted of vaginal juices and his own semen, which had dripped into his mouth from the women’s bodies after he had cum.

His punished balls, smashed repeatedly between the women’s bodies and the collar that encircled them, were dully aching. He wasn’t sure how many times they had been drained, losing count after six ejaculations. More than anything the boy was keenly award of his cock, which had been ridden hard for several hours, and now felt raw and sensitive.

As the boy lay back, still bound to the low wooden bench, he heard the women discussing how best to profit from his body. They reclined on cushions around the fire and the older slave knelt silently, naked at their feet, massaging their tows, arches, and calves. Their voices were low, and though the boy could distinctly hear what was being said in the twilight he wasn’t sure who was speaking.

“Perhaps we should just keep him here,” said one. “That was one of the best rides I’ve had in ages, and we could use a nice young cock around here for a change.  This old dog has a cock that gives out far too quickly.”  He heard the sound of a kick and gasp as one of the women kicked the man massaging her feet.  The women laughed. 

“But he hasn’t been trained,” said another. “One of us would have to be with him constantly to make sure he doesn’t get away – or we would have to keep him constantly chained up, and I would hate to see his body start to get soft.”

“If we don’t sell him now, he will be far too old to attract any serious money,” said a third voice. “He is ripe and ready to be enjoyed – or couldn’t you tell from this afternoon’s entertainment."

"I suggest that Simonsia takes him to the city tomorrow, as we planned. If we can get Lady Agis to take him on as a special project, I know he could be trained as a pleasure slave – otherwise the best we could hope for is a field slave or maybe a chariot puller where he would be constantly whipped to stay in line, and we won’t get nearly as much.”

“If Lady Agis agrees to train him, will we have to split the money with her when he is auctioned off?”

“Let’s tell her she can have ten percent. After all, he is our slave. We found him and we are the ones going to all the trouble to bring him back to the city.”

“Should we shave him, or get him pierced, before we take him to see her?”

“I say no. We’ll let her decide how to decorate him. She’s the expert after all. She is smart enough to see raw talent and I don’t think any decoration would make a difference.”

“All right.  It is agreed. I'll take him to the city tomorrow and ask Lady Agis to train him.” He recognized Simonsia’s voice speaking now. “I really wouldn’t trust anyone else to train him anyway. It usually takes years to train a good male cock slave, but she has such a good reputation. She’ll be intrigued by the challenge I think - and by his size. If she can focus on him for a month or two, we should be able to get a decent sum.”

“Slave,” Simonsia said, kicking the older man who had been at their feet again.  “Secure the boy for the evening while I stand guard with my sword. At first light, I will take him to the city Smyrna, and see what terms I can get from Agis for his training.”

As Simonsia watched, the older man released the boy from his bonds. His hands were again tied behind his back and he was forced down on his knees. The older man roughly pulled his sore cock and balls back between his legs, and produced  two cunningly carved pieces of wood with half circle holes in their tops. The wooden boards were placed behind the boy’s legs and ass, encasing his sore cock and balls in the semicircles that fit together like a puzzle.

When the boards were secured, they formed one large rectangle with a tight circle in the cnter that pulled his cock and balls out behind his ass and made it impossible for him to do anything more than awkwardly crawl. The device was locked together with a pin on each side of the board, which Simonsia secured with a lock and key. The older man placed a collar around the boy’s neck, and then he was led to a tree. A leash was secured to his collar and attached to a hook, high in the braches. The boy could lay on the ground or crawl, but it was impossible for him to stand. Or reach the leash.

The gray haired slave brought a dish of water for the boy, and a blanket, which was spread on the ground.

“If you need to piss or shit, you’ll have to do it here like a dog.” Simonsia said matter-of-factly. "Get some rest. I want you looking your best for tomorrow’s showing.” She tousled the boy’s hair, as she might rub a dog behind its ears.

Chapter 10: Transportation

The boy spent several hours trying to get comfortable in the warm summer night air. Physically, his bondage kept him in an awkward kneeling position, with his hands bound behind his back. But his mental distress was even greater than his physical pain as he tried to get his head around the day’s events. He had been stripped, molested, beaten and raped by the three powerful women who now seemed to own him. Eventually sheer exhaustion allowed him to sleep, painfully on his side - his knees curled in a fetal position and his hands stretched behind his back.

A soft kick woke him before dawn.

“We’ll be leaving soon, and you need to get harnessed,” Simonsia said quietly. She unlocked the board that had encased his cock and balls through the night, and helped him to his feet. He stood slowly, his entire body shaking. The boy's legs and arms were painfully sore and stiff, and it hurt to move.

"You need a good workout today to loosen you up," she said tugging on his cock, and using it as a handle to pull the shaking boy forward. "A pity we don't all have time for another ride,” she said squeezing his penis and twisting it in her grasp – “but I want to get to the city before dark, and we have a long day ahead."

She led him to an odd, small chariot, with two long poles attached to the front of the wheel's hub base. He was maneuvered between the poles, and his wrists were bound to handles. The collar that still bound his cock and balls was attached to a thin leather leash that was pulled back between his legs and was looped over the front of the chariot.

The women's slave brought a bowl of water, and held it to the boy's mouth as Simonsia commanded him to drink. He lapped up the water as best he could, though much of it spilled on to his body. Simonsia went into the camp's large tent, and he heard her talking quietly to the other women.

His bladder ached and as he drank the cool water he suddenly felt the urge to urinate.

"I'm sorry to speak," he said to the slave softly when he pulled the bowl away, "but I have to piss."

The old man laughed softly, and whispered quietly, "what would a horse do?"

"I don't understand," the boy said, matching the older man's whisper.

"You are a horse today," the man said. "Act like a horse. Piss in the ground - but let me get out of the way first."

The boy realized suddenly, horribly, that he would be pulling the strange chariot, and that his hands had been bound to the poles in the way that a horse's yoke might be tethered to a cart.

He felt no more than an animal - whose bodily functions are undeserving of any privacy. But the pressure on his bladder was so great that as the gray haired man moved aside, he felt the urine pour out from his cock, splashing into mud at his feet.

Simonsia came out of the tent, just as he let go, and he heard her laugh to the other women, "Look, I told you he would make a fine stallion. He even pisses like a horse”  His face burned with humiliation.  The other women exited the tent and watched as he emptied his bladder laughing. "It's really a pity I don't have a tailed dildo to stick into his ass.  He’d make a beautiful pony.”

She turned to the other women and talked about what parts of the boarder they would patrol while she took the boy to market.

"Now boy," she said sternly turning to the young male, "if you will agree to follow all my orders without hesitation, I don't think there will be any reason to punish you," she produced an evil looking whip. "But to insure obedience, you must know what you are escaping."

She stood on the chariot, and grabbing the leash pulled him back to keep him from bolting. Expertly, she brought the whip down, cracking it harshly against his ass cheeks. The boy screamed in pain as she brought it down again and again leaving fresh red marks on his ass and back.

"That will do" she said stepping off suddenly. She produced a small apple, and held it out of the boy with a flat palm, as though to a horse. She waited as the boy regained his composure, stroking his hair as she might a horse’s mane. Not knowing when food might again be offered, he accepted it tearfully, and struggled to chew the entire apple. She softly stroked the welts on his rump and said "now, let us hope that is the last you feel of my whip."

Stroking his cock playfully, she said, "It is high time we were on our way. Ladies say goodbye to our new mount." The other women laughed at her double meaning.

"Perhaps there will be more time for this on the road," she whispered as his cock began to rise in her hand.

She climbed into the chariot, and commanded, "Move ahead, turning left just past the tent. The road is just past the camp."

The boy gripped the poles and started to pull. The chariot moved forward easily, and horse and passenger began their journey to the city of women.

Chapter 11: Instruction
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 01/29/06 06:34 AM)

The road was smooth, and the boy ran easily, keeping up a measured pace on the flat soft ground. His legs and arms still ached from the previous day and nights exertions, but it felt good to be moving freely, even if he was pulling his statuesque owner along in her chariot.

His penis and testicles bounced as he ran, the metal band pushing them forward into the cool morning air. Occasionally, the boy would feel a slight tug on the leash that ran between his legs, as Simonsia reminded him she was there. She watched as his legs pounded the road, and the muscles in his ass, thighs and calves flexed as they moved down the road. His arms held the chariot’s poles, which helped to steady him and kept his back, biceps and forearms taut.

As he ran, she decided to use the cool morning air to begin his training, and began to lecture him as he ran.

"It will go much easier for you if you recognize your place early on," she said. "If Lady Agis agrees to train you, and you learn quickly, you may be sold as a pleasure slave. That lovely cock of your will help you earn a comfortable spot in a large stable in a noble house." She pulled on the leash as he ran, and he was acutely aware of his nakedness. He could feel his penis began to harden again, as she discussed his organ so casually, and it embarrassed him that he might take pleasure in being an object – valued only for his body. It bothered him and excited him at the same time that he could be bought and sold.

Her lecture continued as they ran. The boy learned that there were ten rules governing the use of males among the Amazons.

1. Males were considered property. They were generally worth slightly more than horses, and less than houses or other property - though in some cases males could be traded for an exceptional horse, or an exceptional male could be valued as much as a small house.

2. Males were forbidden from speech, unless a woman required them to answer a direct question or in an emergency.

3. Males were forbidden from ever wearing clothes. It was considered an insult to the Goddess, worshiped by the Amazons, to cover a male's body.

4. Any woman could touch any male at any time in any way, even is she was not his owner. But males were forbidden from ever touching a woman without her express permission. Males were also forbidden from touching themselves without supervision.

5. Males must be collared at all times, and the collar must be worn either on their neck or their penis and balls. Other forms of restraint were also encouraged when they didn't prevent the male from accomplishing any tasks he had been assigned.

6. Males must have some form of their owner's identification - a tattoo, brand or tag attached to their collar. Most males who were purchased for a long term owner were branded on their right buttocks, though many also had tattoos on their cocks, chests or backs.

7. Males must be obedient to all women at all times. If a woman who was not a male's owner commanded a male to do something that could harm him, or contradicted an owners command, the male could refuse - but he could be punished for his refusal.

8. Males could be punished anytime by any woman - though it was generally considered in poor taste for women to punish males that did not belong to them.

9. Males generally belonged to their mothers until they were formally trained and sold - usually after puberty. For many women, their sons became an important source of income. Males could be sold for sexual service after they had matured and it was considered improper for women to use immature males for sex - thought they were still used for other labor in household duties. Males were generally not assigned hard labor until they had completely matured.

10. Though not a hard rule, it was considered polite for males to clean any messes they might make from ejaculation. This might mean eating their own cum from their owners hands or vaginas.

The boy learned that there was a clear division of labor in the Amazon’s world. Women were responsible for warfare, governing and commerce. Women spent their days training with swords and arrows, buying and selling, overseeing the work of their male slaves and gambling or in other types of diversions. Males were responsible for all types of manual labor, and all domestic duties. Males spent their days cleaning, weeding, pruning, and servicing their female owners.

As the boy ran, he noticed the country becoming increasingly more developed. Beautifully cultivated fields and vineyards line the roads, and they passed large estates and mansions along the road. They also began to pass other people.

The boy looked on in wonder at the strange sights they began to encounter.

Chapter 12: Exhibition
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 01/29/06 11:38 PM)

The boy heard them before he saw them. A jingle from small bells seemed to be coming from the road before them. From around a grove of trees the boy soon saw a carriage approaching that was unlike anything he had ever seen.

A shapely woman his mother's age reclined on a seat between two large wheels. Like Simonsia, she wore a gown that left one of her breasts exposed, but her dress was brightly colored in rich red fabric. It was clasped above her left shoulder with a jeweled broach. Her exposed breast was a perfect globe, and the boy couldn't help but notice her erect nipple in the cool morning air. Her hair, graying at the temples, was piled high on the top of her head, held in place by jeweled stays and her arms were adorned by many bracelets. Her face was noble and cruel at the same time.

Pulling her coach were two tall males, easily a decade older than the boy. Like Simonsia's camp slave, they were muscular, nearly hairless and wore thick metal collars at their necks. Their testicles were also bound with thick metal collars, and rings of bright metal ran around each of their organs. Their nipples were pierced by large metal rings and the boy looked on in horror as he saw the source of the ringing.

The head of each man’s penis was also pierced by metal rings that matched those at their nipples. Attached to the rings, dangling below each man's circumcised cock, was a small silver bell that bounced against their thighs as they ran.

The older woman hailed Simonsia with a wave and pulled back on leashes that each of her chargers wore between their legs.

"Hold up there, boys," she said with a smile turning to the chariot driver.

"Simonsia, my dear, I didn’t think you would be back so soon – and what do you have there?"

Simonsia pulled the boy to a stop, and dismounted. His breathing was heavy and he heard the males also breathing deeply as they came to rest.

"Dianoria, what are you doing out so early?" Simonsia said, walking to the woman’s carriage, her hands extended in greeting.

"I'm going to my villa,” the older woman said, taking Simonsia’s hands and rising from her seat. “The pressures of city life can be so burdensome.”

Holding hands, they approached the boy. “But you didn’t answer my question. I know most of the new stock, and I have never seen this before.” Grasping his balls, the older woman squeezed and the boy winced. “I am sure I would remember.” She paused, “he must be enormous when erect.”

“I found him on the boarder,” Simonsia explained. “I’m just taking him to Agis. A thing like that would simply too good to waste,” she said eyeing his penis. “My women and I rode him yesterday. His mouth was deficient, but this” she said tapping the head of his cock, “was lovely.”

“May I see it raised?” The older woman asked gazing down.

“Of course,” Simonsia said pausing. “Only, don’t let him cum.” She looked the boy in the eyes. “I want him to be eager when Agis sees him.”

The older woman nodded. “Slave,” she called out sternly, pointing at one of her males. “Get this hard.”

The man let go the poles and walked to the women, the horrible bell jingling as he knelt without a word before the boy.

The boy looked on in terrible anticipation. He had never felt a mouth on his penis - male or female - and he held his breath as the man began his work. He strained against the bonds that held his wrists. He wanted to tell the man that he didn’t need to do this – didn’t want him to do this - but he was terrified of speaking. He tried to make eye contact, but the man’s eyes were closed as he mouthed the boy’s cock.

The man had done this before, and Simonsia commented, “Well, his mouth isn't deficient.” The older woman reached forward and began to play with the boy's nipples. He felt his penis grow in the man's mouth. He heard the man's bell jingling as he moved. As the boy grew, it became too much for the man's mouth, so he concentrated on the boy's tip flicking his tongue in and out.

The boy was horrified that he could be so easily manipulated, and that another man’s mouth might be used to bring such a response.

The boy began to moan, and Dianoria barked, "That's quite enough," pulling her slave back by the short hair on his head. The man stood quietly, and returned to his spot on her carriage, his bell jingling as he walked. Dianoria wasted no time in reaching down and examining the throbbing organ. "A lovely ride indeed," she said - more to herself than to Simonsia.

She pulled his penis down hard and then laughed as it bounced back up, slapping his stomach. “Yes, I will be most interested.” She returned to her carriage and the women exchanged more pleasantries, before Dianoria pulled out a whip cracking it in the air.

“Make sure I am invited to the auction,” she said as she pulled away, her team breaking into a full run.

Simonsia looked at the boy again, and smiled.

Chapter 13: Castigation
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 01/30/06 08:11 PM)

The boy stood at attention, his penis uncomfortably hard. He ached for release, but his hands remained tied to the chariot poles. He had no way to relieve himself and Simonsia was unlikely to help.

She jumped back into the chariot, and brought the whip crashing down on his exposed ass. Startled, the boy jumped forward at a full gallop, pulling the chariot behind him, his erect cock bouncing painfully as he ran.

Soon they began to pass other traffic on the road. Naked males, sometimes alone and sometimes in teams, were pulling chariots, carriages and carts full of produce. Their bodies were decorated with pierced nipples, noses, testicles or penises. Some had thick metal bands around their ankles, wrists, thighs and biceps. All were muscular, collared and shaved. For the most part, they kept their eyes down, though the boy did manage to make eye contact with a few. The always looked away quickly, ashamedly.

The women they passed had similar features as well, with breasts exposed and hair piled high atop their heads. Old and young, they had a remarkable beauty that the boy was only now beginning to appreciate. Noble, proud and fair, they had a common look of command. Simonsia waved to many of the women, calling out to some she knew.

As they passed gardens, fields, orchards and vineyards, the boy noticed other males toiling in the well kept landscape. In many fields, groups of males worked naked in the hot sun, pulling weeds, tending grape vines or watering crops, their exposed bodies glistening with sweat. Female overseers stood watch over every group, with either a whip or paddle in hand, keeping her charges in line through threats, commands and blows.

Many of the field slaves seemed to move in unison, and the boy realized that they were chained together, their balls tied to one another with ropes or chains passed between their legs. Some males crouched in the dirt, their bodies filthy as they harvested late summer crops. Their cracks wide open as they hurried to fill baskets that topped over with the harvest.

At one field, a broken basket lay on the ground, its contents of apples littering the roadway. A thickly built male, no older than the boy, stood on the side of the road, his legs stretched wide, his thick arms held high behind his back. With his head bowed his hands rested on the back of his powerful neck.

A fierce looking woman stood next to him, clad in a deep blue tunic that barely covered her bottom. Clutching his short stout penis in a tight grip she leaned into his face, her mouth snarling. Using his hard organ as a handle she steadied him with one hand. Her other hand clasped a thick paddle and she violently attacked his rump, raining down blows on his red skin.

Tears streamed down his face as she screamed, “You will be more careful in the future, you clumsy ox.” His red buttocks lifted and sank with each blow, but he made no attempt to protect himself from the assault. Fascinated, the boy watched them long enough to see the male crouch on all fours, and start to retrieve the produce from the road with his teeth. His punishment continued even as he crawled along the road, frantically picking up the spilled fruit and gently placing each apple in the broken basket. His relentless owner raining down insults as he scurried about.

"I'll ram this paddle into you ass if you ever drop a basket again," she screamed. "I'll grind your cock down to a nub, you pathetic mule. I want you to get every last apple, and if you miss one I'll make sure it gets lodged in your anus for a week."

The boy heard Simonsia chuckle as the chariot moved past the quivering male and his furious owner. And the boy shuddered involuntarily.

Chapter 14: Suffocation
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 01/30/06 08:22 PM)

They stopped frequently and Simonsia gave him water from a leather skin she carried. Sometimes she allowed curious passersby to admire his body, face and genitals. It was unusual to see an unshaven, unbranded male and many asked her about his upcoming sale.

Midday, Simonsia told him to turn off the road, and he pulled her towards a fortified stone building that sat back from the road. A dozen males were bending at the waist outside of the building’s door, their arms and heads stuck into pillories that faced the building. Their anuses exposed, they made an odd sight, with muscular legs and buttocks of different sizes all facing any traveler who approached. Chariots were scattered about the building’s front courtyard, and young female soldiers with short white tunics, swords, shields and arrows stood at the building’s door talking and laughing loudly.

Simonsia dismounted and untied the boy’s wrists. She directed him to a pillory and he felt a rush of air between his legs and ass cheeks as she bent him awkwardly into a low empty stockade.

“I’ll be back in a moment,” she said. Smacking him playfully on the ass, she went into the building, greeting and hugging her fellow soldiers as she entered.

The boy felt sweat dripping from his forehead, thighs, arms and chest. His slowly breathing returned to normal, and he waited patiently for his mistress.

Soon she returned, but she was not alone. She brought with her five comrades from within the fort. Dressed identically in white tunics, they were younger than Simonsia and they laughed and joked as they approached the boy.

“Here he is,” Simonsia said, reaching under his belly to pinch the tip of his penis harshly. She began to stroke him absently as she talked. “I am grateful for your help, and I hope you will also get something from the next hour. After all, being stationed at the south garrison should bring some of the same rewards as being stationed on the boarder.”

The women, who had heard the story of his capture, laughed appreciatively. Before the boy knew what had happened, he was removed from the pillory, and placed on his back in the yard. The women held his arms and legs, stretching them wide apart. Simonsia stood above him and looked him in the eye. “You’re ass and cock need to rest,” she said. “But your tongue needs more exercise.” The women around him laughed as his frightened eyes pleaded. She stood back, and with a gesture, invited the women on to his face.

One by one they mounted him, grinding their sweat stained vulvas against his lips. He worked his tongue around their thighs, lapped at their salty sweet sexes, and stuck his tongue where ever he sensed it would be most useful. He heard the women cheering, and making lewd comments about his body as his mouth worked. Each of the women in turn lowered herself onto his face, and urged him to insert his tongue as far into their bodies as he could. The first time this happened, he felt his oxygen cut off, as he was completely smothered by the woman’s pussy and ass. He began to panic, even as he tried to service her demands. Before he passed out, the woman lifted herself from his face, allowing him to breathe briefly, and then settling back down for more attention. This happened at least once with each of Simonsia’s comrades, but they never let him completely pass out.

His jaw, lips and tongue ached as the group pinched and massaged other parts of his body – fondling his nipples, calves and thighs. He felt his cock grow, excited by the taste of the women’s sex. But heeding Simonsia’s warning, gratefully, no woman touched his penis as it jutted from his abused body. Still it didn’t stop the soldiers from talking about it and he heard snatches of their coarse conversation from between the women’s thighs.

Finally, the women seemed satiated and they let go of his arms and legs. He lay on his back with his eyes closed as they assessed his performance. They appreciated his effort, but were dismissive of his abilities.

He was grateful they had stopped, but a part of him yearned for the group to give him another opportunity to satisfy them. He felt a strange compulsion make Simonsia proud, and it bothered him that he could not give her friends the pleasure they expected.

His face was covered in a thick coating of clear fluid and his erect cock ached for relief. Suddenly, he felt Simonsia sandal pushing his turgid penis back into his belly. "You need practice, boy, and that is what you'll get in the city."

“You’ve rested long enough,” she said. “We still have a long way to go.”

He resumed his post at the chariot, and she fed him a few scraps of bread, cheese and dried meat. He kissed her hand gratefully, and she patted his ass tenderly, before cracking the whip and urging him on.

Chapter 15: Metropolitan
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 02/08/06 09:16 PM)

As the day wore on, traffic increased. There were still the odd carriages and chariots, pulled by naked males, their drivers lashing at their asses as they ran. But more and more they began to encounter soldiers on horseback, sometimes towing a man or two on a leash attached to their balls.

During one of their frequent stops, Simonsia explained to the boy that horses were reserved for military uses, or for work that was too heavy for males. Clearly that did not mean pulling a chariot for several miles the boy thought, as his arms ached painfully.

The ache in his arms was nothing compared to his testicles. At every stop now Simonsia would explore his body, toying with his nipples or spreading his cheeks and softly fingering his anus. Smiling, she would stroke his organ, but she would quickly pull her hand away if she sensed that he was going to erupt. Although he had been ruthlessly drained the day before, her clever manipulations, the attention he received from Dianoria’s slave, and his experience in the courtyard had brought his passions to a new level. And as he ran, his swollen balls ached for release.

Late in the afternoon they came over the crest of a small hill and the boy saw a city more beautiful than he could imagine. Built of white rock, it gleamed in a gentle valley surrounded by verdant green fields. When Simonsia saw the metropolis, she urged him on with a few strokes of her whip, and he found himself running towards his future, cock and balls bouncing painfully on his legs.

Soon they entered the city gate, and the boy’s mouth fell open. Stretched before him was a huge agora marketplace unlike any he had ever seen. Dozens of naked males were on their knees scrubbing the white stone of the road or cleaning doorways. Shops had usual items for sale, furniture, produce, oil, and spices. But the market was filled with women leading naked males on leashes who carried their purchased goods. In some shops males were used as tables to hold loaves of bread or baskets of fruit. And the boy saw several women sitting on naked men as they drank wine and gossiped in the hot afternoon air.

Simonsia urged him into the market and he soon started to notice strange shops as well. At one, a young male, at least as old as the boy, stood on a tall box facing away from a crowd of women who had gathered to gawk. His hands were attached to a collar at his neck and he kept his feet slightly apart. A large woman next to him called out loudly to the crowd, demonstrating her merchandise, “This beautifully carved paddle can easily be carried inside the slave’s ass until it is needed.” She swung a small paddle through the air, hitting the young man ass repeatedly.

“Bend,” she commanded suddenly and the young slave bent at the waist, extending his hairless ass towards the crowd. Deftly, she implanted the paddle's handle deep inside him, until only the flat jutted out. The crowd cheered as he stood, holding the paddle inside, and the merchant began taking orders for the handy device.

The boy noticed more males, attached to pillories at several buildings. It reminded him of horses or dogs that might be tied to posts in Athens, waiting for their owner’s return - their most private parts on display before the crowds of women and slaves who passed by with little notice. At one post he saw a young, well endowed slave being mercilessly teased by two teenage girls. The muscular youth twisted and turned trying to evade the laughing girls prying hands as they warned him about the danger of squirting without his owner’s permission. They rubbed his nipples forcefully, played with his balls and stroked his erect cock as he struggled to keep control.

The boy looked on jealously. His own organ expanding painfully, desperate for release.

At the center of the Agora, on a small hill, was a huge fountain, with a magnificent statue dedicated to the war goddess worshipped by the Amazon women. Looking around the boy could see stately houses, mansions, and temples that made up most of the city. Surrounding the fountain, several partially clothed women sat chatting on cushions and pillows. Attending each woman was one or two naked males whose hands were bound behind their backs. The men’s bobbing heads were buried in the women’s sexes, or were attending their breasts with eager sucking mouths. Because their hands were behind their backs the weight of their bodies were largely born by their mouths, resting on labia or nipples. The women chatted happily together and took no notice of the straining men, unless it was to suddenly cry out in pleasure or to reposition the males, grabbing their head and grinding them into their bodies.

Here, at last, Simonsia allow the boy to stop as she dismounted and walked towards one of the women.

Chapter 16: Infatuation
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 02/08/06 11:20 PM)

The boy stood in the square and tried to take in all that he had experienced since Simonsia and her women had stripped and claimed him the day before. Though still bound to the chariot, he was for a moment, free of Simonisa and her threatening sword or harsh whip. He considered escape – but abandoned the idea immediately. Here he was in the heart of the Amazon capitol, naked, alone and vulnerable, watching dozens of women receive pleasure from the mouths of their many slaves.

Simonsia approached a young woman at the fountain who was being pleasured by three muscular men, one attached to each breast and one who was enthusiastically mouthing her sex. The woman took little notice of the slaves, but her eyes lit up as she saw Simonsia approach.

“Your majesty,” Simonsia said with a smile, bowing low.

“Sister,” the woman said, pushing her slaves roughly away, and standing to hug Simonsia. “I didn’t think you would return for days.”

The young woman looked remarkably like Simonsia, with the same eyes, lips, shape of head, and similar manners. But she, like the boy, was only half the Simonsia's age. A luxurious purple gown was draped around her near naked body, and she had delicate gold strings around her neck, arms and ankles. Of all the sights the boy had seen, none took his breath away like the woman who now kissed Simonsia lightly on the lips. Her perfect breasts brushed against Simonsia’s tunic, and the boy could see the tip of her ass crack as her robe rested against her round buttocks.

Though the boy could not know it, the two women were sisters, in a way, having been fathered by the same well-endowed slave. Simonsia’s mother, also a commander in the Amazonian army, had leant the slave to the Amazon queen after she had admired his round ass during a palace feast. The queen’s youngest daughter Jeania, who now stood before the boy, was the product of the Queen’s violent rape of the man on the night of the feast.

The two women walked arm in arm towards the boy who suddenly felt more terrified than he had since his capture. It was one thing to be humiliated and used by older women at the point of a sword. Certainly, he found their athletic bodies beautiful, and they knew how to manipulate his body in extraordinary ways. But he had not yet been so exposed to a woman his own age. He imagined himself courting this noble beauty back in Athens. He panicked, even as he felt his exposed penis strain against the bound that held him. As the women approached, it was easy to forget that he was now Simonsia’s property – a slave to be used and enjoyed. The young woman affected him in new ways, and he was not sure he was ready to be inspected by such a girl of his age and former social status.

The aristocratic girl smiled as she approached the quivering boy. He bowed his head, if only to avoid the humiliation of looking her in the eyes. She held out her hand to his lips and he kissed it gently, gracefully, gratefully. Bringing her hand to his chin, she lifted his face softly until he looked directly into her eyes, which seemed kind, happy and full of laughter.

“Sister, you do have all the luck,” she said turning his head gently to push the sweat back from his brow. The boy closed his eyes, his chest heaving and cock straining against its collar. She softly blew on his face, and he could smell her sweet breath as she brought her hand down his chest and stomach towards his turgid penis.

Suddenly, she pulled back and smacked him violently across his jaw. The boy cried out in shock, as she reached down and painfully gripped him manhood, stroking it roughly.

“Beautiful,” she said turning to Simonsia laughing. “Did you see how easy it was to tame him? No male from this city could be so easily lulled into complacency. He has a lovely wildness and a softness.” The woman continued to pound his organ without regard to what her actions might do to the boy, and he moaned softly.

“He’s a Greek,” Simonsia said plainly. “I’m glad we found you because I wanted you to see him. I’m just taking him to Lady Agis now to see if he can be trained. I knew you’d like him.”

The boy found his hips rocking with Jeania’s strokes, and he knew that he would soon lose control. Her other hand pushed against his lips, and he began to desperately suck her index finger.

“I’ll thank you not to let him cum,” Simonsia said, taking her sisters hand from the boy, and he found himself thrusting violently into the air. “I’m saving that for Agis.”

“You never let me have any fun,” the girl said laughing. “Come to the palace after you give him to Agis, and we’ll have some real fun forcing my slaves to spill their balls for you,” The young woman gave a last glance back to the boy before resuming her place at the fountain, adjusting her gown, and pulling her waiting slave’s mouths back onto her lithe body.

Chapter 17: Anticipation
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 02/11/06 03:25 PM)

Simonsia guided the boy down a large boulevard that veered off from the central plaza. They passed more shops. At one jewelry maker, three male slaves were displayed on their knees, their arms folded tightly behind their backs, and foreheads pressed to the ground.

From each man’s ass jutted a thick metal phallus, topped with a large round metal ring. Their ankles were encased in matching metal bands and chains ran from their ankles to the ring protruding from their backsides. A chain ran from a neck collar down each mans back, encircling their wrists, and ending with an attachment to the phallus ring. The boy could see a similar chain running between their legs, attached to their cock collars, effectively holding the metal phalluses in place.

Two women chatted about the males' bondage at the shop’s entrance, discussing the benefits of forcing men to keep something constantly inserted in their behinds.

“It adds to their humility,” said one. “Especially when they have to beg you to remove it to relieve themselves."

“It keeps their cocks hard too,” said the other. “We should talk to the queen about a law requiring all slaves' asses be stretched at all times. It’s unsightly to have them walking around without a constant reminder of what they are truely to be used for.”

The women glanced at Simonsia and watched the boy’s large organ bounce as he pulled the chariot past the shop. They went inside still discussing the benefits of a legislated rape of all males at all times. The boy tried to forget the women’s discussion as Simonsia’s whip again found its use and she hurried him down the wide street.

Soon they came to a more residential neighborhood, with tall houses surrounded by gated walls. The late afternoon sun was giving way to a glowing twilight and the white city seemed to turn to pale gold.

Simonisa stopped the boy at a particularly large estate. Jumping from the chariot, she walked to the gate’s door and pounded hard. It was opened within seconds, by a huge African man, completely devoid of hair. The man stepped out and bowed low to Simonsia. He stood easily two heads taller than the boy and his shoulders seemed as wide as Simonsia’s chariot. His body seemed a work of art, with huge pectorals, perfectly shaped shoulders, rigid stomach muscles, and giant thighs. The man’s muscles seemed to ripple beneath his skin as he bent at the waist.

The boy had never seen an African before, and he found himself staring at the man’s naked body and organ, that had a thin gold band clearly separating each testicle and pushing his shaft forward into the evening air. The man had matching cuffs on his ankles, wrists, biceps and neck, and he wore a smaller circle of gold around the head of his massive penis.

“Nubian,” Simonsia said, raising his bowed head in her hands. “Let your mistress know that I have some merchandise for her to consider.” The man glanced at the boy and then bowed again, extending his hand towards the door, beckoning Simonsia to enter with him. She attached a leash to the boy’s bound genitals and tied it securely to a metal hook that rose above the boy's head on the wall. As the door closed behind her, the he heard a click, and he found himself alone for the first time that day, leashed to a wall, his hands still bound to the chariot.

As he waited, a bejeweled old woman with a noble look and long breasts passed by carried on a litter by three pairs of naked muscular slaves. Each man had a thick ring inserted through the head of his penis. Attached to each ring was a metal chain that bound each pair of slaves. They walked in unison, and the chains swung back and forth between their bodies as the crone woman looked down on the boy with an evil smile. Suddenly he felt a deep shudder, and he wished urgently that Simonsia would return.

Though he feared her, and in some ways hated her, he also felt a strange attachment and closeness to the woman who had given him water, food and pleasure for the past two days. He hated the sting of her whip, or the smack of her hand. Yet he longed for her touch and felt himself more and more a possession to be used as she saw fit.

His thoughts turned to her half sister Jeania, and again he felt himself stiffen. Surely she was beautiful, but there seemed to be a more profound emotion than mere attraction that had passed between them as she caressed his face. Even her blow to his jaw had a unique energy, and he remembered her parting look of amusement and perhaps some lust. He also remembered her beautiful hand pounding at his penis, and as he thought his, he saw a clear drop of fluid leave the hole of his thickened shaft, making a thread to teh ground that broke only when he moved his hips slightly.

It was at this moment that the door opened, and he saw for the first time the woman who would come to understand and control him in ways he could never have imagined before he became a slave of the Amazons.

Chapter 18: Evaluation
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 02/12/06 03:15 PM)

Lady Agis was a commanding woman in her mid-40s. She wore a long flowing white toga hemmed in gold that left one firm breast exposed - as was the custom of all Amazon women. High cheek bones, full lips, a strong chin and piecing blue eyes composed her face. Her arms were strong, though not as muscular as Simonsia’s, and she stood taller than any of the other women he had seen.

Simonsia followed her out the door as Lady Agis approached the boy, her eyes devouring every detail of his naked form. She smiled at his erect penis leashed to her wall, and she wasted no time in reaching forward to weigh his testicles in her hands.

“Yes, I see what you mean,” she said to Simonsia, pinching the head of his penis sharply. “He is eager.” Simonsia wasted no time in untying his hands from the chariot’s poles. She unhooked the leash from the wall, and handed it to Agis, who had dropped the boy’s genitals to grab his face and look deeply into his eyes.

“Follow,” she said simply, wrapping the leash around her hand to make it shorter. And turning, she pulled the boy efficiently through the gate door into a large empty courtyard with a flowing fountain and lush plants. Simonisa followed behind as they entered a large stone room with a knee-high raised platform in the center.

“Up,” Agis said, urging the boy on to the platform with the leash. “Put your wrists out in front of your cock,” she said harshly, and she quickly attached thick cuffs that hung from a chain on the ceiling. The boy noticed that the chain was threaded through a metal pulley system. The African who had opened the door for them began to turn a wheel at the side of the room that caused the chain to rise, lifting the boys hand high above his head.

“That’s enough Nubian,” Agis said when the chain had stretched the boys arms to the point that he had to stand on his toes to reach the platform. The Nubian came forward with a large basin and poured warm soapy water over the boy’s body, followed by a basin full of clear, clean water.

Simonsia and Agis were seated a few feet from the boy in a wide wooden divan, and the boy heard Simonsia telling Agis the story of his capture.

“…so as you can see,” she said, “his shaft is rather large, and I knew you might like the challenge of training him. I know your penchant for exotic slaves, and while he’ll never compare to the Nubian, he does have a certain charm. Of course, we’d be happy to offer you ten percent of his price when he is auctioned off.”

“Of course I need to examine him before I can decide,” Agis said, rising from her seat to approach the dripping boy. She extended her hands to feel his arm and leg muscles, testing each for firmness and response. She lifted his feet, one at a time and examined them carefully. She stood on the platform with him to look into his ears, neck and head and commanded him to open his mouth, as she extended her fingers to look at his teeth. She pulled his tongue out of his mouth painfully and let out a disappointed sigh at its length and strength.

She turned her attention to his ass, and commanded the Nubian to bring her a paddle. Quickly and without warning, she rained down a series of blows that left the boy’s moaning for mercy, naked and stretched as he was without any way to cover himself. As quickly as it had started, the paddling stopped, and she coldly grabbed his warm red buttock to pull them apart and gaze at his anus. The boy felt himself a complete possession, with his most private part violated and open for display.

Finally, she focused on his best feature, gripping his testicles painfully, pinching the skin of his scrotum tightly, and stroking his cock gently. The built-up tension from the days events brought the boy’s shaft to rigid attention, and her strokes increased in intensity and fervor he felt his hips thrusting as he tried to fuck her strong hands. She allowed him to continue, before his eyes closed and body taut as he felt himself explode violently into her hands. His wet body went limp, held up only by the handcuffs that hung from the ceiling.

She responded with a disappointed look, and opening his mouth, smeared his fluids across his tongue.

Agis regarded Simonsia silently for a moment, and then said, “I want 25 percent. But you know that if he comes recommended from my house, his price will be high enough to justify the extra percentage. I shall have to take him in hand personally to ensure that he is ready for the spring sale, and it will not be easy, but I’m sure I can deliver a perfect trained Greek slave, suitable for amusement in any noble house in the queendom.”

Chapter 19: Narration
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 02/13/06 09:24 PM)

Lady Agis left the boy hanging and returned to sit with Simonsia. His mouth was full of his own semen, and his penis continued to throb, even as his body hung limp and exhausted. His calves ached from standing on his toes, but the women did not seem to be in any rush to let him down, as they discussed political news and exchanged gossip about the cities comings and goings. The boy shut his eyes and tried not to listen as they again directed their conversation to his body, features, and penis size.

“…You’ll have to work on his tongue,” Simonsia admitted. “But look at him standing there. His body is worth admiring and his face has a beautiful hurt quality, quite unlike a slave that has been completely broken in. And trust me; his cock is worth its weight in gold. Dianoria and the princess Jeania both wanted to make sure they were there when he is auctioned.”

“He needs to learn control,” Agis said sternly. “He came without permission, and I will not tolerate any similar accidents in the future.” She glared at the boy angrily. “He is very lucky his looks make him easy to forgive – but I shall demand complete devotion from his mind and body. You’ll see a new slave come springtime. The trick will be keeping his raw character, but instilling complete obedience.” She sighed. “But I do love a challenge. After I’ve taken him a few times in the ass, he’ll fear my every breath.”

The women chatted pleasantly, until at last Simonsia said, “Well, I must be off. I know you’ll do a wonderful job.” She kissed Agis formally on the cheek and stood to leave.

Agis walked her to the door, pausing to tell the Nubian who had been standing in the shadows to “clean him completely, and leave him here. I’ll return soon.” The black man bowed silently as they left.

The Nubian looked at the boy carefully, before turning the wheel to lower the chain that held his wrists

“If you behave boy, this will go much easier for you.” He helped the boy into a kneeling position; his wrists still cuffed together and then proceeded to thoroughly clean his body with his own hands using warm soapy water. As he washed the boy, he talked about his own life – and how he came to belong to Lady Agis

“I was born in a small village south of Egypt, during a time when the Egyptian army regularly conducted raids on Nubian villages for slaves,” he told the boy. “I was captured and taken to Alexandria where I was sold.” Gently he washed the boy’s welts and bruises, softly rubbing his palms across the boy’s neck, chest and back. There was something comforting in the man’s voice and in his hands. He seemed remarkably sensual to the boy, yet there was no sexual attraction between them. Like Simonsia’s camp slave who had washed the boy a day earlier, the Nubian was efficient and did his task without any sense of emotion or sexual energy. But instead of furniture, the boy felt like a treasured piece of jewelry beneath the Nubians fingers.

“In Alexandria, I was sold to an Etruscan merchant who enjoyed the company of young boys,” he paused cautiously pulling back the boy’s bruised ass cheeks, and running his large hands down the boy’s crack. The boy tensed suddenly. As a Greek, he was very familiar with the affections an older man might feel for a youth-but the African was reassuring. “Don’t worry boy,” he said. “I will only mount you if she commands it.” He chuckled to himself and continued his story.

While sailing back to the man’s home, their ship had been attacked by Phoenician pirates, who somehow knew that a famed Amazon named Lady Agis would be interested in the strapping young man with the dark complexion and massive penis. “A trade had been arranged and Lady Agis met our ship on the coast, a three day journey from this city, paying the pirates in gold for her exotic new toy.” The man chuckled again as he cleaned beneath the boy’s sore foreskin carefully and gently.

“I have belonged to her now for 15 years,” he said. “I worship her in every way. In fact she has named me – Nubian - a rare honor for a male in this land.” He explained that most men were known simply by their owner’s name, as in “Simonsia’s cock slave” or “Dianoria’s carriage puller”, or “Jeania’s boy”. But the Nubian’s remarkable physique dark skin and noteworthy equipment had made him famous through the city, and helped to cement Lady Agis’ reputation as the leading trainer of males - specializing in exotic merchandise. By naming him, she increased his stature and made herself even more prominent.

He finished cleaning the boy’s legs, and rinsed him completely just as the door opened and Agis returned.

Chapter 20: Initiation
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 02/13/06 10:33 PM)

Agis approached him, looked him over quickly. “That will do for tonight,” she said to the Nubian. “Tomorrow he must be shaved and I then will consider a piercing or two.”

She uncuffed his hands and removed the collar that had bound his penis and testicles for more than 24 hours. Inspecting his penis thoroughly, she squeezed and prodded until she felt it rise again in her hand. The boy knelt without moving, though he was completely unbound for the first time since his capture. Strangely, he felt more naked now than he had before, and he bowed his head slightly, a great wave of embarrassment washing over him.

Agis went to a cupboard at the side of the room and returned with a thick metal collar for his neck and his genitals. Like the Nubian’s, the collar on his penis and testicles separated each of his balls and encased his cock in a separate band, pushing it forward uncomfortably. She attached a leash to the collar at his neck, and then pulling him from his knees off the stone platform, started out the door. The boy began to rise to walk and she quickly turned and kicked him back to the ground with her knee. “You will crawl tonight, boy,” she said. “And if you do not keep up, I will warm your round little ass with the largest whip you have ever seen.”

The boy looked up terrified, as she pulled the leash and quickly walked out the door. The boy struggled to match her pace, scrambling furiously as they traveled down a long corridor into a large room lit by torches and filled with the familiar sound of a banquet being served.

A dozen young athletic males were on their hands and knees eating from a common trough on the floor. All were naked save for the metal collars at their necks, and their backs and gluts flexed as they competed for food in the trough. One of Lady Agis’ rules was that no male could ever use his hands to eat, forcing them to use their tongues to pick up food. She surmised that the extra exercise and dexterity required to eat every morsel of food with tongue, lips and teeth strengthened a male’s skills in pleasuring a future owner. The same was true for drinking, and her boys lapped up every ounce of water they consumed, making their tongues incredibly strong and agile.

Three women sat at an table, covered with fruit, roasted meat, and goblets of wine. The woman laughed and tossed pieces of half eaten food into the trough, as the young men tussled and dived for the discarded food. These were the apprentice trainers Lady Agis kept as her staff and they were all beautiful, young and cruel, with exposed breasts and long strong legs. An older naked male carefully served the women, filling their glasses.

“Ladies,” Agis said loudly, quieting the diners. “I’d like you to meet your new charge. Boys, meet your new brother.” She pulled up on the boy’s leash and he felt himself rise to a kneeling position. The women smiled at the sight of his cock and he saw several of the males eyeing him apprehensively.

“Since you like to cum without permission, let us see how you do when commanded,” she said looking down at the boy. “Take your cock in your hands and show us how you play with my new toy cock.”

The boy was horrified. It was one thing to be brought to orgasm without consent, his hands clasped above his head or behind his back. But to empty himself here in a room full of spectators at his own hand seemed a new depravation he was not prepared for, and he felt his face flush. It was not enough to be dragged to the room on all fours, naked and leashed like a dog. Now she was commanding him to put on a show for her slaves and training team. The women’s eyes glistened with anticipation as he paused and tried to come to terms with Agis’ request.

“Let me make this more simple for you,” Agis said, producing a long handled paddle she had attached to her belt. She began to strike his ass without mercy. “I will punish you for your earlier blunder, until you spill your balls onto the floor. Now!”

The boy reached up suddenly, urged on by the pain on his butt, to quickly stroke his penis. All the many times he had played with himself over several years, privately, secretly, came flooding back to him as he manipulated his penis, praying that his recently drained balls would produce enough fluid to satisfy his demanding new owner. He felt his cock harden in his fingers and heard the women gasp at the size of his erect member. He closed his eyes, even as the blows reigned down on his backside, and concentrated on milking his tender penis like the udder of a goat. Even as his ass turned to fire, and the audience looked on, he felt his balls stir, and knew that he would soon ejaculate.

Finally, painfully, he exploded with thick streams of white fluid spraying from his penis onto the cold stone floor.

“Good,” Agis said without emotion, pushing his head to the floor. “Now you will clean up your mess.”

Chapter 21: Incarceration
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 02/15/06 10:32 PM)

The boy stared at the small glistening puddles on the stone floor. He knew what Lady Agis wanted, but found it hard to force himself to bend to eat the mess he had made. The room was silent with all eyes on him, and he felt his face redden.

“I said now,” Agis thundered suddenly, bringing her wicked paddle onto his burning buttocks. Spurred by the pain, he found himself crouching to lick up the white sticky liquid that had sprayed from his cock. Humbly he exerted his tongue, and lapped up the salty fluids, his face growing redder with every lick.

The women at the table cheered. Laughing they went back to their meal as a satisfied smile crossed the tall woman’s face. When he was done, she looked down and said, “I hope you enjoyed your dinner.” Pulling at his leash she dragged him across the room.

“When will we get to inspect the new slave,” asked an apprentice as they passed the table. The young woman reached out to grab a butt cheeck, squeezing hard. The boy kept his head down as she roughly massaged his ass, and Agis paused long enough for her to dig her strong fingers into the taught muscles.

“Tomorrow” Agis said, “when he begins his training in earnest, we’ll all get a chance to explore him – and his cock – more closely. I suspect that he doesn’t yet realize what he is capable of - and what he will do to please his mistress. For now, though, he needs rest. He’ll be worthless if he is too exhausted to give us any sport.” She pulled at the leash and he scampered behind her sandaled feet.

Agis tugged the boy across the room, and asked the woman who had grabbed his butt to come with them. “Cenora, get a torch and come with me to the kennel. I’ll need your help securing him."

They existed into the courtyard, Agis pulling the boy by his leash, and Cenora ogling his backside. The boy’s knees scraped the smooth stones as he struggled to keep up with his new owner. Across the loggia, they went through a narrow door and down a short flight of stairs. A row of small barred doors lined each wall of a darkened corridor – lit only by the light from Cenora’s flame. Inside the door, the boy saw small cells, with clean smelling hay laid down, and bowls for water chained to the walls. A small hole in the corner of each cell served as a toilet.

“Secure his hands, Cenora,” Lady Agis said, as she unlocked one of the doors, jerking him inside. “Until he learns not to touch himself without permission, we can’t risk any little lapses.”

She pulled him to a kneeling position, as Cenora attached his wrists to a pair of metal cuffs behind his back, grabbing and smacking his reddened ass again as she locked the metal bands.

Lady Agis removed the leash from his collar. Standing in front of him, she grasped his ears painfully with both her hands. “You will now say good night boy.”

She ground her sex into his face, and in spite of himself, he found his tongue pushing violently through the fabric of her dress desperately stretching to worship her sex. She held him tight for a moment, and allowed him to kiss and lick her gown - and pubis beneath - before backing up, pushing his head away roughly.

“Say good night to your mistress Cenora,” she ordered, and the boy found himself attempting to thrust his tongue through Cenora’s tunic in much the same way, as she tugged at his ears and smashed his face into her body. Cenora allowed him to linger longer at her crotch and started stealthily to raise her gown, before Agis said, “There will be time for that later, my dear.”

Frustrated, Cenora too stepped back, a disappointed look on her face. The boy’s abused cock had again started to rise as he smelled the women’s scent through their togas and sensed an outline of their sexes with his tongue and lips.

“I want to give you something to remember me by,” Cenora said crouching down beside the straining male as Agis looked on. She softly kissed his earlobe and as one hand gently cupped his turgid organ. He could smell the wine on her breath as she cradled him softly, stroking the underside of his penis sensually. The boy closed his eyes and felt his body relaxing at her touch. Though he was being molested without consent, he was still grateful for this moment of softness as she rolled his foreskin gently between her fingers.

Suddenly, and without warning, she brought her other hand down hard, smacking the head of his cock harshly. The boy pulled back, yelping in surprise and pain. “You will remember me tonight boy,” she said softly in his ear, even as he tried to pull his hips back from her assault. “And you will dread the sun’s rise tomorrow.”

Agis smiled at her apprentice’s enthusiasm and initiative. Cenora released him, and the women left laughing. The boy was left alone on his knees in the darkness - naked, cuffed, afraid and incredibly aroused.

Chapter 22: Epilation
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 02/19/06 05:12 PM)

The boy struggled to get comfortable on his straw bed, his bound organ painfully hard and his hands cuffed tightly behind his back. The straw poked and scratched his naked skin, but sleep finally came, his aching body stretched out in the hay.

The boy slept so soundly that he didn’t wake when the other males were brought into the kennel a few hours later. The women were slightly intoxicated as they herded the males into the cells, and there were lots of pinches, slaps, threats and laughter as each boy was maneuvered into his barred stall.

Thin rays of morning light fell through the kennels high narrow windows when the sun rose. The boy opened his eyes to see the Nubians feet and golden encased ankles standing in the scattered hay.

“On your feet boy,” the man said with a smile, “we need to prepare you for your first day of training.” He helped the boy to stand and holding the collar at his neck, led him out of his cell and down the corridor, past the other sleepy naked males who were starting to rise.

At the end of the kennel, down a few stairs was a large round subterranean room. Water from a natural spring trickled down one wall into a large round basin. A small fire warmed a wide bowl in a tapered fireplace. In the center of the room was an odd table, with metal attachments at each corner.

The Nubian helped the boy on to the table into a crawling position and inserted his calves and forearms into the metal attachments. The boy’s head was lower than his torso, and his legs were pushed far apart, causing his manacles balls and penis to hang low – nearly touching the table.

“Can I speak?” the boy asked meekly.

“It will be easier if you don’t,” the man said. “You must never speak to one of the women unless they speak to you first, but if you are discreet, and quiet, we may talk.”

“What are you going to do? What is going to happen to me?” the boy whispered.

The Nubian brushed straw out of the boy’s hair and dusted off his back. “You are going to be trained to serve,” the man said simply. “You belong to your mistress the Commander Simonsia still, but you are very lucky to be here, in this house under the tutelage of the Lady Agis. Obey her without question, spread your legs, keep your cock hard, accept her punishments and decisions, and you will be fine. When the time is right you will be sold to a new mistress and the commander and Agis will profit from your body. You will know your place and be grateful to serve your new owner.”

“But…” the boy began.

“That is enough,” the large man said, closing the boy’s mouth with his hand. “That is all you need to know.”

The Nubian retrieved a small sharp knife and expertly worked the boy’s head over, cutting his hair to a short length, and scraping the knife over the boy’s armpits and between his legs. Holding the bowl with thick pieces of material, he removed it from the fire and brought out a small brush. Dipping the brush into the bowl, he removed it with a steaming thick liquid that he applied to the boy’s back, ass, arms and legs. At last his brush strokes entered the boy’s ass crack and he spread the hot wax between the boy’s legs. The wax was hot and uncomfortable, but compared to the paddles and whips the boy had felt over the past few days, it was not painful.

As the wax began to dry, the Nubian pressed thin strips of fabric onto the boy's skin and ripped them of quickly, removing all the boy's hair.

More than a hundred years ago, the Amazon women had started removing the hair of their males. The women found it aesthetically pleasing, and also believed it helped to keep their slaves more humble. The Nubian was an expert, and was responsible for keeping all of Agis' charges groomed. But it was a new experience for the boy, and as each strip was removed, he struggled not to cry out.

When the Nubian was done, he turned the boy over and repeated the process on the boy's chest, chin, stomach and groin until the boy was at last complete devoid of all hair, (save for the top of his head), just as the other Amazon males he had seen. Though he had been nude since his capture, the loss of his body hair forced him to feel even more naked and vulnerable. Which was exactly what Agis wanted.

Chapter 23: Inspection
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 02/19/06 05:26 PM)

The Nubian removed the boy from the table and chained him to the wall as the other males were escorted in the warm underground room. Cenora and the other two apprentices brought each naked and bound young man in alone, and commanded them to wash themselves at the basin, before escorting them out.

The boys splashed water over their muscular bodies, and then the women attached leashes to their bound organs and took them dripping away. When all twelve of the males had been cleaned, the three women approached the boy and led him to the basin. He washed as he had seen the other boys, ridding his body of any residual hair or wax, the water draining off him into a grate in the floor. Pushing his organ up, they attached a leather leash to the metal bands that manacled his genitals and pulled him outside where he saw a row of erect penises standing at attention in the bright morning light.

Along a courtyard's wall the other males were lined up single file, their hands resting behind their necks and their feet wide apart, allowing easy access to their testicles or cocks. Leashes were still attached to their matching collars that separated each testicle and pushed their penises forward, and each held one end of the leash tightly clenched in his teeth.

The boy noticed a range in the height of the naked boys, but they had similar athletic builds, their butts uniformly round, their pectorals stretched, and their biceps and thighs bulging. Like the boy, most had dark hair, but there were two who appeared to be identical twins, with hair the color of straw. Another male in the group had a dark olive complexion and slightly curled black hair, and the first male in line had stronger features, and a proud expression that seemed to contrast those of the others. Like the boy, his penis was large, and it curved from his body with a strong tilt.

The boy was directed to the end of the line, and one of the apprentice trainers reached out to tap his penis with her finger.

“Agis expects her males to be hard in the morning,” she said looking at his flaccid member. He gazed at her, as she maneuvered his hands behind his neck and gently kicked his feet apart so that his posture matched that of the other slaves. She was about the same age as Cenora, perhaps a decade older than the boy, and she had large green eyes and a soft voice. The boy was becoming used to seeing exposed breasts but as she pushed his feet apart he gazed at her pink nipple.

Focusing on his penis, and the soft tap she had bestowed, he felt himself rise respectably. He clenched his ass to keep his cock hard, and watched it bounce as his muscles contracted.

Quietly, the line waited in anticipation. Agis soon appeared from a doorway, and walked purposefully to the naked boys, a thin paddle in one hand.

Approaching the first male, whose appearance seemed more proud than the others, she used the paddle to raise his head so that he looked her in the eye. Without saying a word, her other hand reached to his testicles, and she pinched his skin harshly, and watched for him to pull away. He met her gaze and adjusted his hips, to make himself even more accessible to her vice like grip. She repeated the process with his other bound testicle, before moving on to his penis shaft and head. Always he kept his legs stretched as he presented his genitals as an offering.

“Yesterday’s lesson seems to have paid off,” she said as a single tear ran down his face. Appreciatively he bowed his head into her paddle. “Bend” she said and without hesitation, the male grabbed his calves. Rising to his toes, he seemed to push his buttock backwards, making himself even more open and available to Agis’s touch. Prying apart his ass cheeks, she scrutinized him closely.

“Nubian, there is hair here that must be removed,” she said, and the African nodded his head as he watched the process from the kennel’s door way. She brought her paddle down harshly on the boy’s extended ass, and though he was pushed forward by the force of her blow, he regained his balance quickly and kept his naked ass in position for her probing fingers and gaze. At last she seemed satisfied and moved on as the male returned to his original position.

Agis continued down the line, sometimes pinching a nipple, squeezing a testicle, or stroking a young man’s engorged penis. A few male seemed to disappoint her, though it seemed to the boy that they offered themselves without hesitation and tried only to please her. She allowed one of the blond boys to suck her finger as she used her other hand to finger his twin’s anus - softly stretching and pushing into his exposed body.

As she worked her way closer to the end of the line, the boy felt his penis stiffen in anticipation, and a bead of clear liquid formed at the tip of his shaft.

Chapter 24: Manipulation
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 02/20/06 10:18 AM)

Cenora and the other apprentices snickered as Lady Agis moved down the line of naked boys, probing, prodding, pinching and slapping. The girls enjoyed seeing the young males bent, manipulated and exposed. They liked to watch the muscular slaves crumble under Agis’ control - anxious and straining to impress their mistress.

This was a morning ritual, and for some of the boys, this would be the only time Agis’ hands would touch them through the course of the day. They endeavored to present themselves and make a good impression on the woman who, to a large degree, controlled their destinies.

When she finally reached the boy, she held out her hand toward his mouth and commanded him to kiss. The boy closed his eyes, and tried to pour his soul into his lips, even as his penis throbbed below. She let him kiss her hand for a long time, allowing him to suck each finger before slowly bringing her paddle up to tap at the wet tip of his bobbing cock.

“You have many attributes, boy,” she said. “And we shall see how quickly you learn.”

She moved her hand down his chest, fiercely grabbing and massaging his left pectoral muscle.

“Who does this belong to?” she asked intently.

Remembering Simonsia’s rules and the Nubian’s advice, the boy had not spoken a word to her, and he was unsure how to respond. “You may speak when I ask you a direct question,” she said curtly, pressing her paddle harshly into his tender cock and balls.

“It is Simonsia’s?” the boy replied tentatively, though it was more of a question than an answer.

Agis smiled. “Well technically, that is true, but while you are in my house, it is mine. Reaching forward, she grasped the other side of his chest. “And this?”

“It is yours m’lady,” the boy said softly. “And your tongue,” she said, bringing her hand again to his mouth to trace his lips with her finger. “It is yours,” he replied. She repeated the question with his genitals, squeezing each of his exposed testicles harshly and pulling down on the underside of his foreskin to point his penis towards the ground.

She moved behind him and carefully examined his backside, looking closely at the bald skin of his shoulders, back, torso and ass cheeks. She ran her fingers through his shorn hair, and pushed his head down roughly between his legs so that she could evaluate the Nubian’s work in his crack.

The boy tried to emulate the others, and thrust his ass towards her prying hands, rising to his toes to present a more exposed orifice for her amusement. His penis and testicles hung backwards and she examined them closely, looking for any sign of a stray hair. “The Nubian has cleaned you well boy,” she said. “Perhaps we can find some way for you to repay him later.” Agis chuckled to herself. Behind him, the boy heard Cenora laughing loudly as she spoke in soft tones to her colleagues.

Chapter 25: Penetration
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 02/20/06 09:52 PM)

Spread as he was, his feet arched, hands grabbing his calves and head between his legs, he felt more exposed than at any time before his capture. Knowing that there was an audience made his predicament even worse. And in spite of the depravities that had been forced upon him since his capture, he felt a new low as Agis gently massaged his ass cheeks, slowly moving her fingers in small circles towards his exposed anus.

"Cenora, my dear," she said turning to her young apprentice. "Bring me the items we discussed at breakfast." Cenora picked up a small basket at her feet and approached the boy, a wide smile on her face.

"Now boy," Agis said. "You will begin to understand your place. You exist only for the pleasure of your owner. As you said, your cock, balls, and nipples belong to me. But you will not truly understand your position, until you feel my presence, deep inside you. I own you, boy- inside and out."

Cenora held the basket for Agis who slowly removed a vial of oil. She poured the oil onto the boy's crack, massaging it into his skin, and pushing gently against his anus. Softly, gently, her index finger began to push into the boy, and he exhaled violently.

Certainly many Greek youths had been violated in this way for centuries. But the boy's position in the city - more specifically his father's position as one of the city's leaders - had kept his ass safe from the attentions of other Athenian men. His own physical prowess had kept him safe from older boys, and his ass had remained, until this moment, completely virginal.

As Agis began to explore his body, he shuddered - though he managed to remain on his toes, his ass exposed to the laughing women who watched the forced penetration. His face was red, and he felt his muscles tense as Agis reached into the basket to remove a cleverly carved piece of wood, encased in leather, that resembled the boy's own organ in length and girth.

"You may cry out, boy," she said as she tapped the wooded phallus against his puckered pink hole. "But do not even think of pulling away." She grasped his cock between his legs to steady him, stroking it gently as she firmly pushed the tip of the dildo past his rebelling muscles and rotated it with determination.

The boy let out a low moan, and Agis increased her pressure on his penis and on the phallus inserted inside his anus. Suddenly, without warning, she pushed it inside and the boy let out a soft cry. He had never felt his ass violated, and it felt as thought the penetrating object was ripping him in half. Miraculously, he managed to stay on his toes, as his own fingers dug into the muscles of his lower legs. Slowly, gently, Agis pulled the phallus back, before ramming it again harshly inside his body, deeper than before. Again and again, she pulled it back and then drove it deeper and deeper into his body.

Horribly, the boy felt himself stiffen as the object rubbed against his prostate. Expertly, Agis worked the dildo back and forth into the boy's ass. The boy's face was red and sweat began to trickle down his body, dripping off his chest and forehead.

Agis laughed softly as she raped his virgin cavity. The other women had gathered closely around the boy to watch his humiliation. They began to comment on his condition, and ask Agis questions about her technique.

“Does it hurt the boy,” one of the women asked.

“Oh, not at all,” Agis said. “They enjoy it – in fact, you should feel how firm he has become since I started.”

The women each took turns grasping the boy’s penis and commenting on how hard he was.

“It’s lovely to watch his body strain to accept the phallus,” Cenora said as she held his penis tightly between her fingers. She began to trace her other fingers across the back of his balls.

The boy cried out again, as tears began to form in his eyes and his teeth clenched with every stroke of Agis’ wooden toy. As horrific as it had felt when it first entered his body, the boy now began to feel a pleasant warmth as she moved the phallus in and out, and his muscles began to expand to accept the invader.

“After he has been fully stretched, we shall give him an official welcome to our house,” Agis said. And the women laughed wickedly.

Chapter 26: Lactation
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 02/22/06 09:41 PM)

Lactation

The seconds seemed to stretch on forever as the boy’s legs began to tire. In spite of the pain in his legs, and in his anus, he found himself growing ever more excited as the phallus was rotated over his prostate, stretching his butt. He had not had an orgasm since his performance in the dining hall the night before, and as a young virile male he could feel his passions again begin to rise as the tall woman slowly and deliberately explored his body.

At last, Agis seemed satisfied, and slowly pulled the tool out of his rump. He shuddered as it passed his ass muscles and he felt suddenly empty and hollow. She commanded him to rise, and he returned to the position the other salves had remained in while the women had watched his torment - with his hands on his neck and his legs slightly spread.

Agis moved slowly down the line of males again, gently touching each of their erect cocks with her index finger. When she reached the end of the row, she turned to the boys, and announced, “I want you all milked before you eat.” The boy sensed a wave of emotion washed over the naked males, and he struggled to see if they were excited or frightened. “Cenora, lead them to the milking posts. I will supervise.”

Beginning with the boy, Cenora took the end of the leash from each male’s mouth and, passing it thought the legs of the next slave over, attached it to their neighbor’s cock and balls. She worked quickly and efficiently, and soon the males were chained together by their manacled genitals. Grasping the penis of the first male in the line, she led the train of boys across the courtyard to a group of four tall scaffold-like frames.

Four males at the front of the line were maneuvered into the frames and their wrists and ankles were bound to the holes in the top and bottom of he rectangular scaffolds. The woman laughed at their helpless victims who moaned in pleasure as each woman began to finger their penises, pulling back their foreskins and running their hands around their balls. The woman used their free hands to gently massage the boy’s perineums, ass cheeks and nipples.

Agis took the first male in line, who had seemed to the boy to be more proud than the rest. She whispered to him as she played with his equipment, licking his ear and cheek. The slave’s eyes rolled back in his head and he cried softly, even as his hips thrust forward to meet her pounding fist. “You will not let go until I allow it,” she said sternly, though her pumping fingers showed no sign of slowing down.

The rest of the slaves watched in rapt attention as the boys were forced to ejaculate on command as a group. As each boy approached his climax, the woman holding their cocks would speed up her manipulations, ordering the boy not to release until permission was granted. Curbed in their mistresses’ grasps, their penises were all pointed straight down between their legs. Suddenly, Agis cried out, “When I count to three, you will spill your balls for us. One. Two. Three.”

Groaning, and sobbing as a group, they emptied their balls onto the ground. It was only then that the boy noticed small bowls that had been places at each male’s feet to capture their spurting white liquid.

Even after the males had been forced to cum, the women tugged on their penises, determined to drain every drop from their balls. One of the slaves tried to pull back to protect his sensitive organ, and he was rewarded with a harsh slap to his ass.

As the boys hung limp from the frames, the women compared the quantity of semen each had produced. The male with the largest puddle was rewarded with three lashes of a small whip Agis produced from a small table near the frames. The second place winner received six lashes, third place producer took nine and the losing received twelve lashes, crying out towards the end as he twisted and turned in the frame that securely held him.

After a few moments the boys were released from their bondage, and told to stand at attention against a wall of the courtyard so that the process could be repeated with the other males, always four at a time. The boy realized that each was desperately trying to outdo his fellows by squirting more fluid into the bowl than any of the others, holding out until he was given permission to ejaculate and then desperately trying to perform.

At last all the males except the boy had been thoroughly milked and they stood in a line watching the boy. “I have another test for you,” Agis said with a smile, grabbing the boy’s leash and pulling him towards her. The line of boys was led off to be fed and work in her house.

Chapter 27: Erection
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 02/25/06 09:10 AM)

Many Amazon women believed that it was good to keep their male slaves chaste, employing several ingenious devices and techniques to keep their balls full and their attention focused on pleasing their owners. The women knew that when males were most aroused and most desperate for release of their sexual energy, they would also be the most subservient and easy to control.

But Agis had a different philosophy. She believed that true control lay in a strict training model and breaking down a boy’s composure and will. She demanded total obedience and complete control of her slave’s body, regardless of his state of arousal. While she liked to keep her males uncomfortable in other ways, she didn’t want their obedience to be based on the possible reward of ejaculation. To her, a male’s ejaculation was her right to demand at anytime, regardless of a slave’s obedience or attitude. On a more selfish level, she just enjoyed watching them spurt, their bodies writhing and thrusting and it was not uncommon for slaves being trained in her house to cum five or six times per day.

She also beleived that frequent erections and ejaculationhs led to the appearance of longer, thicker and stronger penises, which would fetch a higher price when the males were eventually sold.

Although she liked to drain her slaves frequently, she also insisted that her males show proper respect for her, and the other women of her house. So regardless of how recently they had been forced to cum, she expected them to obtain, and maintain an erection on command. She also insisted on controlling their release, which is why she was so irritated by the boy’s lack of control the evening before as she had examined him on the stone table.

Over several years of trial and error, Agis found they she could toy with her males much longer if their balls were kept regularly drained. If she ever did decide to use a boy for sex, it was much easier to control their release – and prevent any unwanted pregnancy for their future owners – if they were sexually sapped at all times. During the male’s training, their bodies became used to being milked - generally at the hands of Agis or one of her apprentices, though sometimes for the women’s amusement the males were forced to bring themselves to climax - as the boy had been in the dining hall the night before.

The males were always looking forward to their next milking - although it always involved some pain or humiliation. Though they looked forward to it, they also saw their sexual release as less of a reward or pleasurable experience than a mere bodily function that Agis controlled in the same way she controlled when they ate, what they ate and how they relieved themselves - always with permission.

Knowing how competitive her male slaves could be with each other, Agis frequently turned their sexual release into a competition of some type. She had constructed the milking frames and other furniture to make it easier to drain her boys. She had also developed several games that she and her trainers found equally amusing and arousing and that her males slaves found humiliating and difficult.

The boy did not know this as he watched the milking of his fellow slaves, and he did not know it as Agis led him by his penis through the dining hall where the other slaves were being fed.

Again they were on their knees, still partially erect, waiting to devour a thick gruel from a common trough - and again without the use of their hands. The older slave who had poured the women’s wine the night before was ladling it enthusiastically into the trough, laughing as the young men eagerly waited to lap up their food. Horrified the boy saw the bowls that had caught the men’s semen during their milking exercise sitting empty by the side of the trough. He tried not to think about where the contents had gone.

The other men watched as Agis led him through the hall and called out to her cohorts to join her in her private chamber.

“Cenora, Kerena and Cendrea, get the boys started and then join me in my chamber. You’ve all shown great patience and it’s time we began to take some pleasure from our new acquisition. He has been well warmed up, and it is time to start his formal training.”

Amused, the women guided the group of men on their knees and positioned them around the low trough, and they began to eat heartily - all except the proud slave with the curved penis who stared at the boy angrily.

Agis continued purposefully across the wide room, tugging on the boy's organ to follow, before ascending a flight of stairs down a long stone hall to a pair of wide double doors.

Chapter 28: Violation
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 03/02/06 10:29 PM)

Agis led the boy through the doors into a spacious room, with wooden floor and stone walls. Though it was late summer, the chamber was warmed by a fire that blazed in an ornate hearth. The room was divided into a bed compartment, a sitting area – strewn with brightly colored pillows, and a heavy wooden table where fruit, bread and meats were piled.

The naked boy’s stomach growled as he was marched across the room, past the food laden table. He realized suddenly that with the exception of his own semen, he had not been fed since he entered the house of Lady Agis. It was a fact she had already considered.

“Kneel,” she said releasing his shaft, and pointing towards the sitting area. The boy’s hands remained clasped behind his neck as he knelt slowly before her.

Again, he thought of escape. Certainly the powerful woman seemed to have paddles hidden throughout her estate, but he had seen no real weapons. He was a brawny youth, and for a moment considered trying to overpower his new tormentor alone in her chamber. But when he thought of the humiliating punishments he had been dealt for simply ejaculating without permission, he reconsidered the attempt. It was a prudent decision. Though the boy did not know it at the time, castration was the punishments for any act of violence committed against a woman.

The boy knelt silently with his head bowed as Agis again appraised her new ward. She admired him from all angles and gently prodding his ass cheeks, balls and penis with her sandaled foot. Crouching beside him she removed the leash from his collared testicles.

Retrieving a bunch of grapes from the table, she held one over the boy and commanded him to "Put back your head and open your lips." She dropped the grape to his mouth, and allowed him to chew and swallow.

She repeated the process a dozen times, occasionally tossing the grapes in the air and forcing him to jump, though she insisted he remain kneeling before her.

Before the grapes were completely gone, he heard footsteps from the hall.

The apprentic trainers soon entered the room in short gowns that barely covered their sexes.

“Now let me explain how we will spend the next few hours,” Agis said. “Some males are born with tongues that are made for pleasure. Others have to be taught.” She reached down to softly stroke the underside of his cock as she spoke.

“Although you have many other talents,” she said smiling cruelly, “your tongue is not particularly long or strong.” She released his organ to tousle his hair. “But what you may lack in natural attributes can be made up for in dedication and technique.”

She pushed his head to the ground suddenly, angrily. “Spread your legs, and get on your elbows down for training,” she snarled. Startled by her tone, he hurried to comply with upper body prostrate, his ass was forced up, exposing his anus as his penis and testicles dangled below.

“Ladies, take your places, please,” Agis said standing. “Cenora, you were so patient last night, so you may go first.”

The boy kept his forehaed pressed to the ground as Cenora quickly arranged a set of pillows. She laid her body before the kneeling boy, and spread her legs lifting her short tunic, to expose her smooth sex. Agis guided his head towards the soft flesh of her thighs, while directing the other women into position.

Kerena knelt beside him, and reaching under his belly, grasped his cock and balls. Rolling his testicles in her fingers, she began to stroke and pump the base of his erect penis, and he felt himself shudder.
"Very good," Agis said, "Keep him on the verge but do not provide the pleasure of direct contact with his cock head."

Meanwhile, Cendrea had brought along the wooden phallus that had been used in the courtyard below. She positioned herself behind the lad, and smearing oil on the device plowed it deeply inside.

The boy moaned audibly as the wooden penis entered his body for a second time, and Cenora grabbed his ears to control his movements. Violated in three different ways by three different women at the same time, he was unsure where to direct his attention.

As his penis was stroked, he felt himself thrusting and pumping hoping to feel Kerena touch his entire shaft, which only served to drive the phallus deeper into his body. His lips and mouth watered, as he tasted Cenora’s juices, brushing his lips and tongue over her clitoris and softly sucking her labia.

Lady Agis stood above the action, and directed each movement, paying particular attention to the boy’s efforts to bring Cenora pleasure.

“After we finished, you will be fed,” Agis said simply “…unless you have any accidents with that lovely cock. So, if you want to eat anything more than a handful of grapes this morning, I suggest you ignore the tugging and thrusting you seem to so enjoy and focus on our pleasure first.”

Chapter 29: Triangulation
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 03/05/06 03:04 PM)

There was a method in the game Agis had devised for protégés’ morning entertainment. Agis wanted the boy to be able to concentrate completely on servicing his new owner with his mouth. The distractions of having his penis played with, and ass ravaged while his mouth, tongue and face were focused on providing pleasure to Cenora. And as he licked and tongued her vagina, the tall woman ordered him with comments like, “lick harder…softer now, above her clitoris…more there…now put your tongue down lower and insert it into her.”

The boy struggled desperately to comply, as Cenora broke in with her own commands. “Suck on my thighs,” she said, “and now slowly kiss my labia lips,” she held his ears painfully as she directed his actions. “Move your tongue in and out and lick the entire way up, yes, oh like that,”

His penis bobbed below him, and he felt the other women’s hands caress, pinch and slap him on his chest and ass. It was hard to pay attention to what Cenora and Agis were saying when his anus was being stretched. He felt the wooden phallus deep inside his ass, rubbing against his prostate and rhythmically moving inside his body. Worse even than the constant rubbing of the faux penis in his ass were the gentle touches and caresses around his testicles and the base of his penis - always too soft to provide any real friction or satisfaction.

His entire penis seemed alive, and though he could not see it with his face buried in Cenora's lap, his cock was leaking a constant stream of clear sticky fluid. So intense was the sensation on his penis, that even with his conscious effort to remain still and focus on his task between Cenora’s legs, his body tried desperately to pump and thrust as he vainly humped the air. Had the women but touched the tip of his penis, he knew he would explode, and risk a hungry morning. Agis had made it painfully clear that if he ejaculated before the women were satisfied, he would net be fed.

But he was past caring about food, as he gratefully swallowed the salty fluid that Cenora offered as he lapped at her sex like a dog.

The intense feelings generated from three different women on the three most sensitive parts of his body created an odd triangle of erotic stretching pain in his anus, frustrating pleasure from his cock and balls, and extraordinary longing in his mouth, lips and jaw. For minutes at a time, he lost himself as a conscious person and existed only as a piece of sexual property. A giant sensual tool to be used and manipulated. A tool whose only purpose was to bring pleasure to his new mistress and her three helpers.

Through all of this, Cenora kept his head firmly planted where she wanted it, crying out again and again as his tongue found its mark. Finally, after nearly half an hour, and several long orgasms, Cenora yelled out, “Enough, enough, dear goddess enough.” She pushed his head back, and lay gasping on the pillows that supported her body.

The boys face was covered in her wetness, and his body felt like it might explode. Though his mouth was no longer occupied, the other Cendrea and Kerena continued their assault on his genitals and anus as Cenora regained her composure. The boy rested his dripping head on the cold wooden floor and allowed the women to have their way with his body until at last, Lady Agis said, “Cendrea, it’s your turn.” The women traded place and the whole intense process began again.


Cendrea tasted different than Cenora, and the boy noted that each woman had her own unique taste and scent. He began to lick and suck in earnest again; giving himself over to the humiliating process, and making a mental note that only by satisfying the women would he be released. Her touch was softer that Cenora, and she held him the back of his head instead of by his throbbing ears. Still, she directed him and demanded quick and complete compliance.

It seemed to the boy that the pounding in his ass was goring less intense, but he realized that within the space of the morning, perhaps he had just grown accustom to having his backside penetrated. His throbbing penis still burned, but his need was so great and his skin so sensitive, that it became almost numb, as Kerena continued to softly stroke the base of his shaft and play with his balls.

Though he was not aware of it, the boy’s penis was now producing real semen, as the women milked his body, though he clearly had not had an orgasm of his own, and was still desperately in need of release. Lady Agis took note of the growing puddle on the floor, and commented that he would have something else to eat before she fed him any real food.

Agis looked on and smiled. Her training methods for males were unique, but always effective. She felt a great wave of self satisfaction, as she watched the boy thrusting and struggling, his face now planted in the lap of another apprentice. And she knew his education was just beginning.

Chapter 30: Satiation
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 03/11/06 12:01 PM)

After more than an hour, all three of the apprentice trainers had been satisfied. They sat back contentedly on the pillows of the sitting area with their vaginas stil moist and satiated. The boy rested on all fours. His tongue, jaw, back and knees ached, and he was mentally and emotionally drained. He looked back under his belly, and stared blankly at the puddle of his own sems on the floor as his unsatisfied penis continued to throb between his legs.

“Ladies, the boys are likely finished eating downstairs,” Agis said, as the women reclined lazily. “The Nubian and cook have been supervising, but it’s time the boys started their chores. I noticed this morning that the west garden needs to be weeded, the straw needs to be changed in the kennel, and the floor of the training room needs to be polished again. Let the males use their hands to polish the floor, but warn them that if I am not satisfied with their work, they can do it again this afternoon with their tongues.”

The women grudgingly rose from the pillows.

“And, Cenora, you saddle up the twins and take the cook to the marketplace to shop for dinner,” Agis called out as they left the room. “I’m not going today. I have more training planned for our new toy.”

The door closed behind them with a thud.

Left alone, the boy tried to regain his composure and dignity as he knelt silently before Agis. She had not instructed him to rise, so he stayed naked on all fours and waited for instructions. She placed a saucer of water below his face, and told him to drink.

Slowly and deliberately she walked to the table, picked up a charger and filled it with fruit, olives, and cheese. She returned to the boy and watched as he lapped up the water with his eyes closed. His knees were stretched wide apart and his ass was splayed open as he lowered his head to drink. She regarded his stretched athletic form with obvious delight.

“Now boy,” she said when the water was gone, “I know you are hungry. Lick up that mess between your legs, and then come and rest your head on my lap.” Had the boy been commanded to swallow fluids form his own body before he had been captured just two days before, he would have been disgusted and insulted by her suggestion. But now it seemed almost natural to him, and he hurried to comply.

As he lapped up teh water, Agis set the charger of food on the cushions beside him. Slowly, she lifted her gown from her shoulder, letting it fall to the floor just inches before the boys face. She stepped out of it and removed her sandals, as he finished eating the sticky salty puddle that had drizzled to the floor from his excited penis.

The boy looked up at her naked form and exhaled deeply. Throughout the past few days, he had seen several naked males, been forced to use his tongue to pleasure several women, and had seen dozens of exposed breast. But this was the first time he had seen a naked woman since his capture. And the site of her well developed, statuesque form took his breath away.

She stood over him with full round breasts, pink tinged nipples and graceful shoulders. Her waist was thin, and her hips full. Her legs were long, and seemed to stretch forever, and she looked down on his hunkered form before lifting her foot to his sopping, open mouth.

“Kiss,” she said simply. The boy began to mouth her toes, softly kissing each in turn and then taking each in his mouth and gently sucking. He licked the bottom of her sole, extending his tongue between her toes, and tenderly bit at her skin.

“Your mouth technique is already improving” she said, lifting her other foot to his hungry mouth, and he struggled to pour his soul into his lips and tongue. She reclined on the cushions and pulled his face back towards her body, lifting small bites from the charger that sat beside her to feed him by hand. Still on all fours, his head nestled in her lap, he ate whatever she offered, and she looked down on him bemusedly.

She lifted one foot underneath him to stroke his belly as he ate greedily from her fingers. Slowly, she worked her foot back to gently brush his balls and inner thigh. He continued to eat, and steadily tried to adjust his body surreptitiously so that her toes would come into contact with his turgid penis. “No,” she said sternly, “not yet.”

He relaxed his hips and let his penis fall, contented for the moment to satisfy his physical appetite while trying to ignore this sexual hunger - even as Agis nudged his full testicles with her toes. When the charger was empty, and his stomach was full, she told him to kneel up, and put his hands behind his neck. Slowly, gently she began to stroke his penis with her toes, and he felt his passion rise once more. He knew that satifaction was just moments away.

Chapter 31: Desperation
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 03/23/06 07:58 PM)

The woman ran her foot along the boy’s jutting penis. Using the sole, she pushed it hard against his belly, and stroked the underside, pinching the head between her toes.

The boy leaned back, his hands still clasped behind his neck, moaning and thrusting his body forward. Agis smiled as she toyed with his organ. It truly was a rare find, large and well shaped, and as she looked at his muscular body and straining penis, she felt her own passions rise. The boy began to pump his body forward, and she pulled her feet back laughing.

“You will NOT cum unless I give you permission,” she said wickedly. She leaned forward and took his face in her hands staring into his eyes. “Do you understand?”

The boy nodded, his face flushed. After having his asshole explored and prostate massaged on the plaza, and spending the last two hours with his face buried in her apprentices’ laps, the 18 year old was incredibly frustrated and desperate for her to touch him again. But she had another idea.

“Keep your hands behind your neck and follow me, on your knees,” the naked woman said standing. Grabbing him by the hair, she pulled him roughly across the room. Near her bed was an odd assortment of furniture. A large wooden cross stood against one wall, and there were three pillories, all of different heights. A low square wooden chair sat in a corner and the boy noticed a round hole cut in the center of the seat.

Agis pushed the boy towards a low thick table, about as wide across as his shoulder width. Pointing out of the table was a massive wooden phallus, and she told him that he had until the count of five to impale himself on it.

A wave of humiliation washed over the boy as he stood, and stooped deeply over the low table. He didn’t even consider escape, so great was his need for her to touch him again, and he felt his penis bob and sway as he tried to maneuver himself over the wooden dildo. He felt crazed with desire, and she watched silently, amusedly as he pulled apart his ass cheeks and squatted awkwardly.

Every woman had her own unique desires. For Agis, there was nothing more arousing than watching a young muscular slave open his most private orifice at her command. She counted, “One…two…three” as the boy slid onto the device. He moaned loudly as the pole stretched his sore anus. The phallus was wider at the base, and as the boy felt it slip inside he realized that it was not actually attached to the table, but instead rested in a hole, narrowing sharply as it connected with the table. A large orb protruded through the wood creating a joint. It wobbled as it filled his body, and he tightened his ass muscles to keep from sliding further onto the impaling rod.

Agis pushed his chest back and the wooden dowel moved back with him as he lay on the table, his legs still stretched apart. He realized that his own erect organ was thrusting out from his body in the same way and with a similar arc to the phallus that so painfully stretched his ass. He kept his ass muscles flexed to keep from slipping further onto the wooden rod and his body was arched upward painfully.

Without hesitation, Agis threw one leg over the boy’s body, and grabbing his penis, began rubbing the head of his penis against her sex as she crouched above him.

“Put your hands behind your head,” she said absently with her eyes closed. Her attention was clearly focused more on her own pleasure than his obedience. “Remember you will not cum unless you have permission.”

She moved without regard to the boy’s comfort, using his member to roughly massage her clitoris that dripped with clear fluid. Slowly she lowered her body onto his glistening organ, and the boy let out a low moan. He felt that he would explode at any moment as he felt her grasp his shaft with her pelvis, and she began to rock slowly.

His eyes were closed tight and his fists clenched as she moved. His breathing was slow and measured as she began to pick up speed, and the boy knew he had never been so hard. The pain that he felt in his anus only served to make his sensations more exquisite, as the pole rocked against his well used prostate.

The sexual satisfaction he had been hoping for all morning had turned into an excruciating exercise in self control. Every muscle was tensed as he focused on keeping his cock in check, and the sheer effort of will brought tears to his eyes. Agis looked down on the weeping lad and smiled. His training was moving forward perfectly, and she smiled with contentment.

Chapter 32: Sensation
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 04/01/06 10:02 AM)

Agis had no intention of giving the boy permission to ejaculate, but she knew he had no chance of escaping his body's natural reaction to her manipulations. She continued to order him not to cum, even as she brought him closer and closer. She had trained hundreds of young males, and she knew how to play his body like a fine musical instrument.

In spite of his best effort, Agis knew that no 18-year-old slave could endure hours of titillation and a thorough fucking without exploding. She wanted to see how long he could resist, but the end result would be the same if he lasted for five minutes, or five hours. Eventually, he would lose control of his own penis, and he would be that much closer to understanding his new role.

The straining muscular form undulating beneath her and the intense concentration shown in his furrowed brow, were almost as enjoyable to her as was the thick organ she now used to bring herself pleasure. She enjoyed knowing that even as she rode his cock, he was also being impaled on a wooden phallus of her own design. She knew it was only a matter of time, before the inevitable happened, and he would lose control. Then she would have an excuse for punishing his muscular form, and making him dance beneath her whip.

The boy tried to control his thoughts and body as she rocked up and down, back and forth. The cock collar that still separated his balls was tight and uncomfortable as his penis expanded and Agis let her full weight rest on his form. He tried to keep his ass muscles taut to keep the wooden rod from going deeper into his body, but as she came crashing down on his organ he felt his body sliding further and further onto the faux penis and he felt his anus stretch with each of the woman’s powerful thrusts.

She reached down to his straining torso, and harshly pinched his nipples. Sweat ran down the sides of his body, as she pulled her hands back and roughly slapped his face.

“You will not cum, my stallion,” she said sweetly, even as her blows rained down on his jaw and chest. Her gyrations increased in speed, and she used her sex to firmly grip his wet organ even more firmly. As her efforts increased, the boy realized that the situation was beyond his control. The sensations on his penis, ass and nipples were simply too great to ignore.

He knew that he no longer controlled his penis, or its reaction to her manipulations. She controlled his body, and though she ordered him not to come, her actions ripped an orgasm from his reluctant balls. His will did not matter and he knew that he could no longer decide what his body would do and he gave in to her actions at last screaming and crying and clutching the back of his head as his hips thrust uncontrollably and his penis erupted deep inside her sex.

He laid back exhausted, and expecting to be reprimanded. But she only increased her efforts, and horrified he realized that she had no intention of slowing down. He considered trying to push her off of his sensitive cock, as he was not restrained by anything other than her weight. But his fear of the woman, kept him prostate and he allowed her to thrust painfully against his still erect shaft.

She came at last, just as he thought he could bear no more. And in spite of his pain, and exhaustion, he dared to look at her as she rolled back with her eyes closed and nostrils flared. Clawing at his muscular chest even as her breasts bounced, her thighs gripped his body and she sighed loudly.

Resting for a moment, she looked at his frightened face and smiled. “You know you’ll be punished, don’t you boy?” she asked. Before her could respond, she lifted her body from his pelvis, and straddled his face. “Clean up your mess, and then we’ll discuss the best way to correct your mistake.”

She shook her body as he lapped at her sec, and he tasted his own semen on his tongue, mixed with her own moisture. He gagged as he tried to swallow, but he was becoming more accustomed to the taste of cum, and managed to drink most of what she offered.

She rubbed against him, mashing her clitoris into his nose. When he was done, and she felt clean, she lifted her leg, and told him to lie still while she dressed. She allowed him to lace up her sandals, and then taking him by the ear, she led him out of her chamber to join the other males.

Chapter 33: Transformation
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 04/04/06 08:25 PM)

As Agis dragged the naked boy down the corridor, he thought how strange it was that he didn’t resist.

His ear stung as she pinched it, marching him closely behind her, and his still-plump cock bounced back and forth on his thighs. It was still sticky with her fluids, and his body was damp with sweat. His tongue tasted vaguely of her sex and his own cum and he longed for water to rinse his mouth and wash his crusting face.

Yet it seemed natural for this statuesque lady to be fully clothed, pulling him along behind her. He watched her gown sway as she walked, and felt a strange warmth enter his body. He was grateful for her attention, even if she was strict, mocking or cruel. He longed for her attention, and felt honored to have her touch him in any way – even if it was simply to pull him along by his sore ear.

More and more he found that his own discomfort mattered less and less. He dreaded the punishment Agis had promised for his forbidden ejaculation. And yet part of him looked forward to it – and to her continued attention. To some degree, his will was broken when Simonsia had ordered him to strip. As he stood naked before the three Amazon warriors, he felt pieces of his former life slip away. And he had changed dramatically before he ever arrived in the Amazon’s city. His complete transformation continued with every passing moment in Agis’ presence.

Every discomfort, humiliation and sexual torment served to chisel off part of the arrogant young Greek nobleman. He imagined what his friends or father might say if they saw him in his current position – a handsome youth, slightly stooped, naked, sexually abused, used as an object of amusement and pleasure, trailing red-faced and partially erect behind a commanding and beautiful woman.

They entered the dining hall, and he saw many of his fellows on their hands and knees dutifully scrubbing the floor. They worked quickly with buckets and rags and he noticed two of the apprentice trainers standing over them, urging the naked boys to work faster by nudging their cocks with their sandaled feet, or swatting their backsides with short crops.

The floor gleamed, but the women seemed unsatisfied, and ordered the boys to wash spots that were clearly already clean. Part of Agis’ training included a slave that could provide domestic work in addition to offering sexual satisfaction. The boy realized why the city had seemed so clean when he first saw it. With a large mass of free labor, it was easy to keep the streets polished, gardens tended and buildings repaired.

Beyond the constant cleaning and refurbishments, the males were used for hauling small loads and for transportation. Consequently, there were fewer working animals on the streets, which led to fewer droppings and the general mess of large animals. Though it was difficult for the boy to admit to himself, Smyrna, the Amazon’s city, was far more beautiful, orderly and thriving than Athens or any other dirty Greek hamlet he had ever seen.

And though he did not realize it at the time, the boy was being drawn into a schedule that would pace his life on the estate of Lady Agis. Boys were expected to clean themselves every morning, washing in the cold water of the underground spring. They then had to present their erect cocks to the Lady’s inspecting gaze, opening their anuses to her probing fingers and allowing her to manipulate or punish their bodies.

After a breakfast that frequently included the fluids from their own spurting cocks, they spent the rest of the morning in household chores. Lady Agis would frequently pull boys aside to train their cocks or punish their asses. Somtimes in private, but more often in full public view. She worked hard and was clearly dedicated to her art.

She often thought of games to arouse her own passions and was only to happy to help her males spill their balls if she felt it wouold make them more devoted or talented to the service of future owners. But the basic patterns of their daily training remained the constant.

Agis pushed the naked lad roughly to the floor and told him to join the other cocks in cleaning the floor. The women laughed as he hit the floor and both rubbed their vaginas laughing and asking if he was still hungry after his breakfast.

Agis ignored their crude gestures, and rattled off a list of other chores for the males to complete before their afternoon training began. Laughing, she indicated that they would enjoy the diversions she had planned.

Her voice was suggestive, and the boy shuddered as he thought of what her afternoon training diversions might entail. Before he had been captured, he could never have envisioned himself on all fours scrubbing wine stains like a common scullery maid, naked and exposed to his tormentors abuse. Yet there was an odd comfort in his new life and he worked his rag over the floor with a new fervor that he had never known before he became a slave of the Amazons.

Chapter 34: Competition
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 04/15/06 09:49 AM)

As the boy worked his rag over the floor, he watched his fellow slaves scrubbing earnestly as well. Their muscular bodies were naked and several had red marks on their asses, thighs and shoulders.

The women seemed to be in a good mood, and their attention was diverted from the male’s efforts as Agis described her ride on the boy’s cock, promising the other women that soon they would get to enjoy more than just his tongue. One of the advantages to working for Agis was a constant supply of new young men to exploit and use sexually.

Agis also told them about his illicit ejaculation, looking at the boy as she said, “He needs to be thoroughly punished, but I want to take some time to think about an appropriate penalty. Perhaps he can be our dinner entertainment…” and the women laughed wickedly. The boy felt his face flush red as they stared at him with evil grins.

When the males were done cleaning the dining hall, they moved on to other tasks throughout the estate. As they worked polishing stones in the courtyard, the gates opened to the street beyond.

The twin blond males came through the door, sweating with their muscles straining, harnessed to a cart laden with food from the market. Cenora pulled them along by leashes attached to the metal collars that bound their genitals. The older male, who served as the household kitchen slave, followed along behind, a collar around his neck attached to the back of the cart.

“You’re back just in time,” Agis said to Cenora. “We are just getting ready to start the match.”

Crawling on their hands and knees, the boys were herded into a large room inside the estate. They were lined up along a wall, on their knees facing a square platform. A set of four deep wooden chairs surrounded the platform, and the women dragged two males onto the platform before taking their seats along the side line.

“You boys know how this game is played,” Agis said standing as the boys knelt before her, “but for the benefit of our new cock, let me remind you of the rules.” Agis explained the rules of the game she had devised with obvious pleasure.

After being coated with oil, two males would wrestle for the entertainment of the women who sat on the sideline chairs with short whips where they could strike out at a meaty buttock, hard bouncing cocks or exposed chest. The males would grapple with each other in an effort to make their opponent ejaculate for the women’s amusement, their hands fighting to grasp the penis of the other boy to squeeze, stroke and pound. The first male to cum would lose the match, and be sent back to the line in disgrace, while the winner would continue on with a new challenger. The final winner would be rewarded by selecting one of the other males to rape in front of the women as the game's grand entertaining finale.

The game had many advantages, as Agis had devised it. It helped the boys learn to control their ejaculations, forcing them to become increasingly aroused and frustrated as their adversary struggled with greasy hands to manipulate their organs. It also forced the males, who were all more attracted to women than men, to abandon their own preferences in an effort to amuse their female overseers. By forcing this bisexual activity on them, it helped to break down their will, and make them even more malleable to their owner’s commands.

It also provided physical exercise and helped the boys develop muscle tone as they tussled and fought. And the oil helped to condition their skin, massaging against the welt and bruises that were an inevitable part of life as a male in the Amazon society.

The naked boys remained on their knees with their heads as Agis explained the game. Each male felt a deep degree of humiliation as he faced his opponent on the platform and knew what was expected to entertain the women.

“Now,” she said smiling “let’s begin.” She took her seat and counted to three, and the two males began to fight, clawing at each other. They began with only partially erect organs, but soon the friction of rubbing against their opponent’s body gave each a hard throbbing erection. The game had an odd paradox, in that one hand was needed to grasp an challenger's cock, but by using that hand to molest an opponent, each male was left with only one hand for defense. The boys wrestled on their knees, the oil making their actions awkward and slippery, as their bodies glided against each other.

Finally one male managed to pin his opponent on his stomach with his arms beneath his belly. Sitting atop his back, he managed to reach under the prostrate boy’s body between his legs, rubbing and massaging until at last, the boy yelled, his body thrusting as he tried vainly to keep from exploding into his fellow slaves hand.

The women applauded the winner, who stood smiling with his chest heaving as the loser was paddled back to the wall, and another male was led onto the stage.

Chapter 35: Confrontation
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 04/15/06 02:07 PM)

The proud boy with the angry face seemed a long-time champion, and when his turn came, he bested three other males in a row. The women clapped for him, and urged him on, yelling “grind his cock..pin him down…make his cum” as the naked boys tussled before the four ladies.

Finally, it was the new boy’s turn, and he approached the platform on his knees with apprehension and dread. He had been a champion wrestler in Athens, and fortunately, had recently had his balls drained by Lady Agis herself, but he had never touched another male’s cock, and he knew this would be a wrestling match unlike any he had ever before experienced.

The women urged him onto the stage with paddles, and he felt the sharp sting of the short whips they used. They hit his ass, and chest as he knelt facing the proud slave. The Greek realized that his opponent was a head taller and even more muscular and he worried about what when happen when Agis commanded them to begin.

At once, the larger male grabbed the boy’s torso, pushing him to the ground on his back. The boy recovered to push the arrogant looking slave back, and they fought, their muscles straining. The larger male struggled to reach the boy’s cock with boy hands, and the Greek had to fight him off. As the rolled around in front of the women who laughed, and made crude comments.

“You’re putting up a good fight, boy,” Agis called out, “but your cock is too big a target not to reach.” She laughed as the larger male reached behind the boy, pinning one of his arms behind him and holding him back off balance on one knee to reach around and grasp the boy’s exposed penis. The boy could feel the proud slave’s cock riding up against his buttocks as they wrestled, and though he fought back bravely, the bigger boy was much too strong and far too experienced in this form of combat.

Soon he felt the larger boy grasp his manhood, and begin to pound rhythmically. “I am her favorite. Not you,” the bigger male whispered in the boy’s ear as the boy strained against his attack. He squeezed the boy’s cock painfully, bringing tears to the smaller boy’s eyes and pushed his body forward with his own hips, so that the boy’s thrusting penis jutted out obscenely. The women clapped and cheered, laughing at the boy’s predicament and applauding the larger male’s prowess and urging him to finish the job and claim his reward.

The boy felt the lash of the women’s small whips against his chest, and his cock strained in its metal collar against the other male’s hand. Horrified, he felt his stomach tighten and his ball stir and he knew that despite his best efforts, he would soon ejaculate in front of his female audience. Once again, he would be reminded that his body was not his own, though this time, horribly, he was brought to this state by another man. A wave of embarrassment washed over him as he realized that this most private act had nothing to do with pleasure, but everything to do with control. His ejaculation was just a source of amusement for Lady Agis and her apprentices, and though he continued to struggle, everyone on the room realized it was just a matter of time before he again lost control, and again spilled his balls for the women’s pleasure. Through his tears, he saw the women laughing, and their mirth made his predicament even more arousing, and humiliating.

As he felt the first painful wave of semen rush through his cock, the larger male released his grip, so that - though the fluid sprayed out at an alarming rate - there was no friction or pleasure in it for the boy. The larger slave had shown his dominance in wrestling by forcing the Athenian to cum and he wasn’t going to do the boy any favors by letting him enjoy the experience emotionally or physically. His actions had nothing to do with bringing the boy pleasure, and everything to do with keeping his position as the harem’s lead stallion.

The women forced the boy to lick his own semen from the larger boy’s hand before forcing him back to the line, with his head bowed and his spirit broken. The larger male bested two more slaves before the competition was over, forcing them to cum against their will, their white semen spilling out across the floor, and forcing them to lick up the mess that they made at his hand.

Rising onto the platform, Agis told the big lad to stand. He kissed her hand passionately as she held it out to him, and then lifting the proud slaves chin while gently stroking his crooked cock, she asked him which of his fellow slave’s asses he would like to take for his reward.

Chapter 36: Exploitation
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 04/28/06 10:24 PM)

The large slave eyed the row of naked males, and confidently pointed to one of his fellows - an Amazon youth who rivaled the big lad in size, with a round ass, stout cock and chiseled torso.

Laughing, Lady Agis approached the slave locking two fingers into his nostrils to drag him across the room. He struggled to keep up, as the other women clapped appreciatively at the selection.

The Athenian, having arrived in the stable of Lady Agis the night before could not know it, but there had been an ongoing competition between these two slaves for several weeks. The women applauded the humiliation the unlucky male would surely feel as he was raped for their amusement by his rival.

Looking up, the Greek boy saw a pair of cuffs dangling from a chain in the ceiling, and realized that this was the very room where Agis had examined him the night before. It seemed strange that so much had happened in such a short time. A shudder passed over him as he realized how quickly he had come to accept his new role as a ‘pleasure slave' in this strange city.

As slaves looked on, Lady Agis brought the reluctant victim to the stage, and ordered him to place his hands in the cuffs. Her apprentices raised the chain so that his arms were extended, though his knees remained on the platform. Agis pushed his legs apart and told him to stick out his ass before raising his chin. Softly, she told him the women wanted to see his face as the winner entered his anus. She reminded him that while she trained him, his body belonged to her completely and he must accept her will. If it brought her pleasure to watch his debasement at the hands of another, that was her decision. He nodded, though the boy could see that his face was flushed and he was struggling to hold back tears.

Tuning to the proud slave who now knelt behind his fellow, with crooked cock fully erect. She said sternly, “You can thrust inside him 21 times, but that is all. If you can’t cum in that amount of time, you will have to wait for your release.”

The Athenian boy breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the drama between Lady Agis and her two male slaves play out. He was grateful that he had not been the one selected as the afternoon’s entertainment. Though he felt relieved, he also felt a curious satisfaction in the humiliation of his fellow slave. Yet modesty and horror for the public anal rape that would soon take place compelled him to breifly turn his head as the fucking actually began.

With a flourish, Lady Agis took her seat and told the larger slave to start. Without warning, he drove his curved member into the unprotected ass of his fellow slave and the women broke out in laughter. The victims cried out in a low moan as he was entered without lubrication and the women snickered at the pained expression on his clenched face.

Speaking together the women counted every thrust, their excitement growing as they got closer to 21. The look of humiliation and pain on the receiver’s face was matched only by the look of satisfaction, turning to desperation on the face of the aggressor. After several rounds of having his penis groped in the wrestling ring, the proud slave was certainly excited. And unlike every other slave, he had not actually cum which is why he won the game. But as the women’s count reached “seventeen, eighteen, nineteen,” he knew that he would be denied satisfaction and he pumped more slowly into the ass of his rival trying to savor every moment of his victory.

Despite his own prurient interest in the spectacle, the boy was horrified by the nonchalant attitude displayed by the women who viewed this public defilement as mere entertainment. They laughed and applauded the violation as though it were some form of play. The boy realized more fully than he had before, that the Amazons viewed him, and the other males as merely a type of intelligent animal. They truly viewed this sexual act as mindless entertainment in the same way that the men of Athens might laugh at the spectacle of their dogs humping or their horses mating.

As the women counted twenty one in unison, the proud slave clawed at the other boy’s ass, but withdrew obediently, breathing deeply with his penis throbbing and red. He had clearly not been satisfied in twenty one strokes, and the women mocked his predicament as they removed the other slave with his face red and body shaking from his brief bondage and ordered both slaves back into line.

After quickly lapping some water from a waiting trough, all the males were herded back into the courtyard for a quick gallop through the city pulling the chariot of Lady Agis as a long team. The boy was to learn that Lady Agis spent every afternoon, showing off her stock to perspective buyers through a forced march through the market. It helped to keep her salves in top physical form, and provided an informal sampling of her merchandise, keeping up her reputation as the city's premier male-trainer.

Chapter 37: Equestrian
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 06/01/06 03:29 AM)

The males were herded into the courtyard, where the Nubian had been preparing Lady Agis’s chariot. Naked and on his knees, he was lovingly polishing its wheels with a small cloth.

More elaborate than any chariot the boy had ever seen in Greece, its gilded metal work sparkled in the afternoon sun. Running from the front of the chariot was a long thin wooden beam that had four yokes attached. A series of leather leashes ran along the chariots trappings, with odd leather cuffs and harnesses attached. Agis had designed the vehicle in a way that would allow her to display several naked straining males, all working in unison, to cart her through the city.

“I’ll take you eight,” Agis said, pointing to the first eight slaves who stood naked before her. “The rest of you can stay here, prepare my bath, help the cook with dinner and keep your mistresses entertained.”

The women laughed appreciatively, and then Cenora appeared from a side doorway a large wooden box, which contained eight stoutly rounded phalluses with long lengths of horse hair attached. Laughing, the women separated the men, and then, commanding each of the eight stallions to bend at the waist, inserted the thick dildos into their unprotected anuses.

The women quickly worked to harness each of the males into position as part of the team. The straps from the chariot fit over each male’s shoulders, crossing over their chests, and then running between their legs, and up their backs. Their hands were bound to cuffs on the wooden yokes, which helped them to push the chariot, and also kept them from falling as they ran through the city streets. They were each fitted with wooden bits and leather bridles that were attached to the harnesses of the males behind.

Agis singled out the Greek lad to lead the team, commenting that his large cock and balls would make a better spectacle, as they bounced along before her. She smiled as she pulled him forward and locked his hands into place, relishing the idea of showing her new stock to the women of the city.

The boy found himself harnessed next to the Nubian, who always led the team. The African stared straight ahead like a well trained stallion, as Agis herself fitted his harness into place, and cuffed his hands to the equipment.

The boy felt a sudden shudder as Cenora tightened his harness and swatted his ass the way a proud owner might slap a prized horse. She smiled as she massaged his balls gently between her fingers and watched his penis began to rise. Cenora seemed determined to torment the boy at every opportunity, and roughly pinched his nipples as he stood motionless and naked before her.

“Why is it that a new untrained male is so appealing?” she asked Agis, as she looked into the boy’s pleading eyes. She was slowly grinding her thumbs into his nipples as he started to squirm, his erect cock bouncing below. “This one in particular has such a virginous quality,” she said. “He is almost too good to resist.”

“Well, let’s hope that’s the case when he goes to auction,” Agis said joining her colleague and pulling back the boy’s head by his short hair to gaze into his eyes. “I’m anxious to see how he is received on our excursion today.”

The boy felt exposed and vulnerable as the women touched his body. His anus was stuffed, and his mouth was forced open to hold the wooden bit. The cock collar forced his genitals out obscenely, and the horse hair from the wooden phallus tickled his ass cheeks and legs. Cenora continued to dig her thumbs into his nipples, as he felt himself grow even more erect. And he saw a sparkle in the eyes of Lady Agis as she pulled back his head that both frightened and aroused him.

They released him together and Lady Agis took her place at the chariot. “We’ll be back in a few hours,” she called out to the remaining slaves. “See that my dinner is prepared and my bath is drawn.” She pulled out a cruel long whip and cracked it into the air. The boy felt the Nubian strain as the chariot turned, and pulling together, the naked stallions led their mistress though the gate of her estate onto the city’s streets.

Chapter 38: Retribution
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 06/01/06 04:15 AM)

The males ran at a comfortable pace, and the boy fell into a cadence that seemed to be matched by the trained team of boys who ran behind him. He followed the Nubians lead, as they seemed to follow a predetermined route and the older stallion clearly knew where they were going.

As they entered different parts of the city, Lady Agis would pull back on the reigns and stop, ostensibly to speak with other women or to admire a slave. There were other slaves pulling chariots, carrying their owners on litters or simply working in manual jobs throughout the city. But none matched the spectacle of Agis and her team of boys.

Agis had no hesitation about stoping to fondle any slave they encountered, always complementing a male's owner on her slave and she always encouraged the women she spoke with to touch, stoke or grab the anatomy of her own slaves.

As she had predicted, the boy was extremely popular with potential buyers. “You see how eager he is to please,” she explained to one older woman who had alighted from her own carriage to roughly stroke his penis. She pushed his ass forward to provide the woman with a better grasp as the boy struggled not to embarrass himself under the woman’s experienced hand.

“I have been looking for a gift for my niece,” the woman said, “But he seems a bit too wild for a girl’s first slave.” She paused, “when did you say he would be auctioned? He does have lovely large cock, doesn’t he?” She pinched the tip of his penis painfully, and he shuddered.

“Oh, he should be trained in a few months time,” Agis said confidently. “I’ll make sure you and your niece know when he is ready for sale.”

Another woman admired his face, and Agis removed his bit and bridle so she cold look at his teeth. Another woman wanted to know about his breeding, and Agis assured her that he was in reality, Greek nobility, “very exciting and exotic,” she said sweetly as she offered his penis for inspection.

The other males were not spared the attentions of potential buyers. But the boy was clearly a favorite, which gave Agis an idea. In the center of the city, near the fountain where the boy had met the Princess Jeania, was a large public punishment block, that also served as a sort of on-going festival for female spectators. Agis guided the team through the streets until at last they found their way to the arena.

A dozen males were bound to various frames and crosses in the public square. Many were tied in uncomfortable positions, suspended on poles or tied spread eagle above the crowd, allowing the female spectators easy access to their asses, cocks, backs and chests. Women were laughing and joking as they paddled and whipped the men, many of whom cried out through their gags or open mouths as tears streamed down their faces.

A small group stood around a particularly unlucky man in his mid-thirties who was being simultaneously paddled and masturbated. Hanging from his wrists, he dangled before an audience of women who alternatly abused his body with caresses and blows. His engorged penis leaked a steady stream of clear fluid and he seemed ready to burst, as his owner methodically stroked. Suddenly his tormentor would back off and concentrate on paddling his ass until his erection died down. Then the process would be repeated, to the women's obvious amusement.

Securing her team to a hitching post, Agis helped the boy out of his harness, but left the plug inside his anus. “I still owe you for coming inside me,” she said wickedly, as she pulled him by his penis to a large frame that stood on a raised platform.

The crowd parted as she led him through. The boy could feel his heart race as the eyes of dozens of women turned to him. Agis was famous for her skills with a whip, and when she pulled a long black cruel looking whip from off her belt, a small cheer could be heard around the platform.

The boy trembled and he closed his eyes as she fastened his arms over his head. He felt his cock horribly exposed to the assembled women, jutting out from its collar. The ridiculous horse hair from the dildo implanted in his ass humiliated him, and he knew his face was red with shame.

Kicking apart his legs, Agis secured his ankles to the frame. “I am going to enjoy watching you squirm,” she said softly before offering her whip to his quivering lips. “Show me your devotion,” she said simply, and he extended his mouth to softly brush the whip with his lips.

He wanted to beg her not to do this to him. Certainly since his capture he had been raped and molested and abused. But to be so publicly punished before a crowd of eager women seemed too much. He wanted to plead with her, to cry out to her, but his pride forced him to stay silent. He was still a Greek prince, and in spite of all that had happened, he could not find it possible to beg for mercy.

Laughing, Agis raised her arm, and the boy’s punishment began.

Chapter 39: Sodomization
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 06/01/06 05:21 PM)

Laughing, Lady Agis dealt blow after blow to the boys back with her whip. She worked his backside over in a clear, clean pattern, and as the red welts began to show, a distinct pattern emerged of carefully spaced striped, almost as though he had been painted with thin bands of red clay paint.

The boy struggled against the his bounds, his back arching forward, , hips, cock and balls jutting out with each lash, even as his horse hair tail jerked violently back and forth across his ass cheeks. After ever stroke, Agis would hold back until he was calm, so that his gyrations would not interfere with the geometric pattern she created to decorate his back.

She spoke to the crowd as she worked - a natural performer. She spoke of the boy’s capture by the famed Amazonian warrior, Simonsia. She commented on his flawless chest, round buttocks and noble tear stained face. She paused to grab his left ass cheek, leaving deep red finger marks where she clawed at his skin. She stopped to weigh his balls in her hand, comparing them to small lemons in size and urged members of the crowd to pull back on his foreskin, lift his testicles, smack his semi hard organ and otherwise sample her merchandise.

Spread as he was, the boy had no hope of escape, and no way to cover himself from the eager hands that explored his body, becoming increasingly aggressive after each blow to his back. The statuesque woman commented on her technique, noting that it is better to use a male’s body like a canvass than to simply apply the whip without any skill, flair or art. “In either case, he will fell the sting, but it is so much more effective for him to understand that his body is merely an object. It also makes it more of a game for you,” she said brightly to the crowd of women, as she landed a particularly sharp blow to his ass cheeks. “It’s much more civilized to think of your self as an artist, molding a boy’s will to your pleasure, rather than a mere punisher.”

After a dozen bright stokes, the boy was in tears. Though his feet were still firmly on the ground, he hung limply from his wrists as she finished her assault. His face was wet with tears and sweat and his eyes were closed as he moaned softly. He wished himself away, and yet as he felt her last blow against his naked flesh, he felt a strange sense of accomplishment. Though he was exhausted, humiliated and in pain, and though his penis and testicles continued to be massaged and groped by unknown hands, he felt pride that he had made it through this punishment, and he longed for w kind word from his mistress.

Ignoring the boy Agis stepped forward to address the crowd. “Now ladies, as I mentioned, today is his first real day with me. And while he is already making excellent progress, there is still much work to be done, before I offer him to you at auction.” The women applauded and laughed as Agis held up his chin and roughly pumped his cock. “But I can assure you that when he is ready, there will not be a finer slave in the kingdom.”
He felt himself grow beneath her touch as he gazed out on dozens of hungry looking eyes.

Suddenly her tone turned harsh. “The boy was punished today because he allowed himself to come without permission.” The women gasped in mock horror. They all knew that an eighteen year old had no real control over his penis until he was fully trained. “And before he leaves the stage, I want him to know what it is like to have someone come inside you, so that he will never repeat his boyish mistake again.”

He boy felt his stomach drop at her words and a feeling of terror welled up inside him as Agis exited the stage to retrieve the Nubian from her tethered team of males. The African smiled as she led him up on the stage by his collar. Agis had wasted no time by removing his harness or bit and bridle. His enormous penis was already growing as he approached the stage. The famous slave had been well trained at her hands, and would mount anything she presented upon command.

The crown began to chant, “Nu Bi An, Nu Bi An” as he took his place behind the boy and placed his strong gentle hands on the boy’s hips. Agis worked to release the boy’s wrists from their bonds securing them to his ankles.

“Look up boy,” a woman in the crowd called out, and Agis lifted his angry face so the women could watch his reaction as he was publicly violated. Gently the giant of a man worked his penis across and around the boy’s anus, smearing it with clear fluid and sweat that trickled off the boy’s back. The huge slave slowly and deliberately drove it into the boy as the crowd of excited women let out a wild cheer.

Chapter 40: Mortification
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 06/03/06 02:18 PM)

With his legs slightly bent and his wrists secured to his ankles, the boy was in a state of shock as his public violation began. Looking out into a sea of laugh female faces, he was horrified to hear their crude jeers and cat calls as his cock and balls bounced forward with each of the Nubian’s thrust. “You like that don’t you boy,” one woman called out. “This should keep your spurting in check, you dirty male,” called out another. “Maybe he should be made to suck something hard to make the show more intense,” suggested a third, as she laughingly tugged at the penis of her own erect slave who stood beside her in the crowd.

The boy was in such shock that he didn’t realize Lady Agis had removed his horse haired plug from his asshole until he saw her holding it out to the crowd, talking about the special benefits of decorating the male body to resemble an animal.

“The male animal doesn’t have the higher brain functions of a woman,” she said, pacing back and forth on the stage, lecturing even as the boy’s rape continued. “Male’s think in terms of animal instincts like dogs or horses. They are driven by mere hunger – either from their stomachs or their cocks. They also have silly egos, just like wild stallions or untrained dogs. Using tails can help them to remember their true place. But, as you all know, once the males is broken, fully trained and molded to its owner’s will, it can become quite acceptable, perhaps even lovable, just like any other pet.”

Standing to the side of the boy, she softly tousled his hair as he closed his eyes to the jeering women. In his wildest dreams he could never have imagined himself strapped naked to a frame, before a crowd of lusty women as his backside was penetrated by another male. He felt as though his body was being split in two, and with each of the other slave’s thrusts he felt lightheaded. His head was spinning and as she continued her lecture he began to feel dizzy.

Agis walked behind the frame to get a better view of the action as the Nubian’s cock entered the boy’s body. Using the horse bridle he still wore, she pulled back his curly black head to look lovingly into his eyes. He panted with his exertions, and though the bit in his mouth made it impossible to see, he seemed to be smiling.

“If you can’t manage to have them violate each other for your amusement,” Agis continued, “you should still do it yourself, at least once a day with a phallus of wood or stone. She paused as she took in the spectacle of the virgin Greek being used by her favorite slave, at her command, before her adoring fans. “But truly there is nothing that breaks a male down faster or more completely than being used by another male for entertainment. And I do hope you are all amused!”

The women laughed and the boy felt his sense of mortification grow – even as he felt his own uncontrollable 18-year-old cock begin to rise. Horrified by the prospect of becoming aroused, from this episode the boy concentrated on trying to keep his own unit in check, even as he could feel the Nubians passions rise.

Agis knew the well-trained African male would not ejaculate without permission, and in fact would come the moment she ordered him to. And in spite of her pleasure at creating and directing a spectacle that showed off her stock in a dramatic way, she had one more activity planned for before driving her team back to her estate. She watched the show for a few more moments and then looked out to the crowd. She had drawn the attention of most of the women in the arena with her little display, even as other males hung lamely from their posts, pillories and frames.

Without warning, she said softly to the boy, “Now you will know what it feels like to have someone come inside you without permission.” She reached out to grasp the Nubian’s pumping ass as she whispered to him, “Now.”

As the boy felt the Nubian start to explode inside, suddenly the world seemed to grow dark and the boy passed out. Only the Nubians penis, still anchored inside him, along with the African slave’s strong hands on his hips kept the boy from falling forward into the crowd.

Agis laughed and the women cheered as the Nubian withdrew his penis and Agis said loudly, “Mount him there,” pointing to a wooden large cross with a thick phallus protruding from the post. “I want to make sure my other steeds don’t get left out of all the fun.”

Chapter 41: Suspension
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 06/03/06 02:38 PM)

The boy awoke minutes later suspended in an uncomfortable position. He had been tied naked to a cross, his arm extended straight out from his sides, resting on the top of the cross beam. His sore anus was stretched by a wooden dildo that jutted from the post, and his legs dangled helplessly just inches from the ground. His position left the weight of his body born by his stretched arms and by his tender anus.

Still he was grateful to see that the sea of female faces who had laughed so cruelly at him seemed to have dissappeared. He was left alone on a platform trussed up and stretched.

Looking out across the arena, he saw the same crowd that had been so enchanted with his predicament, circling Agis’s six slaves who had remained tethered to her chariot like hungry wolves. One by one the Nubian was removing the naked young men from their yokes, and placing them in a series of low pillories.

He spotted his tall owner talking animatedly to some of the other women. Agis was still holding the horse haired plug from the boy’s ass, as she described some other humiliating ideas for molding the male into a perfect sexual tool. As the last of her team was secured into place, Agis held up a small bag of gold coins.

“My dear ladies,” she called out as all eyes turned to the commanding figure. “Before I depart I need your help with a small favor. I need each of these cocks milked, but I only have two hands.” The women laughed as she fondled the male nearest to her with a helpless look.

“I would like to offer a reward to you younger ladies in the crowd who may not have had as much experience manipulating your slaves,” she said looking out to the women in the crowd.

“I need six volunteers,” Agis continued. “I will pay six coins to the first woman who can force one of my boys to drain his balls. The second place winner will receive five, and so on down the line.” Agis jingled the coins in her pouch and smiled at her audience.

As one of the city’s business leaders she understood the value of promoting her merchandise to possible buyer. Creating a brief intimate experience with her merchandise would only make the women in the crowd more anxious to purchase her wares when they went to market. Her small investment in a few dozen coins now would pay off in large dividends when the boys were finally sold.

“I should warn you, they have all been milked already today. So you will have to spare no effort in tugging at their equipment. You may touch them of course any place on their bodies. In fact I would encourage you to explore them as you would your own slave. To make the competition more interesting, the first slave to spurt will be forced to clean up the messes made by all the others.”

“So do I have any takers?” she said, smiling at the crowd. Several young women raised their hands quickly, and Agis encouraged six to come on to the stage. Each took their places beside a naked youth, bent as they were in their stockades. And as the crowd began to cheer, Agis cried out, “Let the milking begin.”

The young women quickly attacked the naked slaves. Agis stood back to watch, and then began giving the girl’s advice. “No, my dear, you must grab him here, and stroke in this way,” she said to one. “Focus on the end of his cock, like that,” she said to another. “Use one hand to hold his penis, and the other to reach between his legs and massage his balls,” she said to a third. Each of the young women worked earnestly and rapidly, hoping to earn the largest reward, pumping the young men, and tugging mercilessly at their organs.

The men truly resembled large, frightened, untrained animals displayed in the stockades as they still wore their tails, harnesses, bridles and bits. Their muscles strained as they bent onto the pillories. They rocked nervously as the young ladies pounded their cocks, forcing erections out of them. The boys paced back from foot to foot, and pumped their hips back and forth. They were to terrified of their mistress to completely pull away from the young women she had designated to abuse their cocks. But they each tried subtly to keep the women from too much success early on, not wanting to be the first to come. None of the slaves wanted to face the humiliation of cleaning up their fellow slave’s messes.

But the resolve of the women was too great, and soon the boys could be heard crying out as they felt their bodies lose the battle, their cock’s engorged and full. Agis knew that it was just a matter of minutes before they would spray the stage with the liquid evidence of their humiliating loss of control.

She felt her own juices start to flow as she watched their young muscular undulating bodies strain against the assults. And she looked forward to returning to her estate where she could releive the day's tensions at their expense.

Chapter 42: Reflection
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 06/12/06 10:09 PM)

Left alone on his cross, the boy had time to consider what had befallen him in the few short days since his capture by the Amazon soldiers. In part he was horrified by his predicament, stretched as he was on a wooden cross, his body crudely displayed, and his anus stretched wide. And yet, he felt an odd sense of belonging. It was almost as though he felt a part of the cross, and the yoke and the pillory and the spectacle. And in spite of himself, he longed to please Agis with his body, mind, heart and tongue.

He looked out across the arena to watch his fellows being tormented at the hands of a half dozen inexperienced young women. As with all the Amazons, their robes fell open to show their exposed breasts, and he looked out hungrily at their round, supple forms. Their arms pounded the males’ cocks without mercy and they giggled and teased each other – and their victims - as they worked the slave's organs to a frothy conclusion.

Each of the young men was urged up onto his toes, so that his legs were fully stretched, and ass more fully splayed open. The tails that hung from each boys ass bounced violently as the girls worked their hands over the boy’s erect cocks, and the males could be heard softly moaning – though the roar of the crowd was growing with each boys discomfort. Their nostrils flared and their muscles strained in an effort to hold their orgasms back, each boy looked both dejected and aroused as the women watched the spectacle of their debasement.

At last, the crooked-cocked slave who had won the wrestling match gave out a loud groan from behind the bit he still wore in his mouth, his eyes closed and sweaty jaw clenched. The young woman who had forced him to come cried out in a loud voice, “Lady Agis, Lady Agis, look at this one. His balls are empty and I won, I won!”

Lady Agis moved towards the girl as she cupped her hand under his penis to gather his spurting mess. “Well done, my dear,” she said soberly. “Now make him lick your fingers clean, and claim your reward.” Agis pulled the bit from the boy’s mouth, pushed down his chin and pulled back his hair. Sobbing, he licked the young woman’s hands clean, and then Agis carefully counted out six coins, which the young woman held up over her head in a show of victory.

Without warning, the other males also begin to lose their battles with the female hands that forced the ejaculations from them without mercy. The male’s hips bucking and pumping, as their cocks exploded. Their muscles strained against their bonds and their fists, jaws and buttocks were clenched as they spurted powerful streams of white glistening semen into the hands of their tormentors. The proud slave was forced to clean the hands of each woman, before Agis handed them five, four, three, two and ultimately one lonely coin.

As the last slave spilled his balls into the hands of the losing contestant, the crowd began to disperse. The women had other diversions in the punishment arena, and the show was clearly winding down. They dragged their slaves by their cocks, leashes and balls and the paddlings, whippings and other torments began again.

The boy had watched the show from his perch. Though his arm pits and chest ached, and his anus felt numb, he was glad at least that he had been spared this indignity. Certainly, he had been used by the Nubian, his rape cheered by the female crowd, but at least he had not been forced to come against his will, his passion a form of simple entertainment for the gathered masses.

He sighed as he considered what his friends or father might make of his display. The pain he felt throughout his body was nothing compared to the indignity and humiliation he felt as a once proud nobleman’s son, reduced to a plaything, toy and sexual tool. His new owners understood the male psyche better than any Greek philosopher, and he realized that he was adapting more and more to his new role. He realized that he could not resist, and therefore must accept, and his suffering became a source of pride as he hung lamely on the cross and waited for the Nubian or Lady Agis to retrieve him.

It was with some horror though that he saw five approaching young female soldiers, who surrounded him quickly, the smell of alcohol lingering on their breath.

Chapter 43: Castration
(by Jonas Tisham, added on 06/12/06 10:45 PM)

Lady Agis was busy removing her ponies from their pillories and reattaching them to her chariot, so she didn’t notice the gang of rowdy young military women who surrounded the boy, with wine on their breath and mischief on their minds.

The soldiers were all a few years older than the boy. Like the other Amazon women, they had a common proud beauty that the boy found both intoxicating and terrifying. Unlike the simple white tunic favored by Simonsia and her comrades who patrolled the border, these women wore a thin black leather armor that left their legs, arms and breasts exposed.

They had watched Lady Agis and her show with longing and the sense of resentment that comes from wanting to be part of the entertainment and a sense of entitlement that often accompanies armed women who have been denied the pleasure of male flesh for too long.

Emboldened by each other, they quickly surrounded the boy on his cross, mocking him and asking how he liked having his ass pounded. The boy was too terrified to respond, and kept his eyes lowered, even as they began to lift his legs to see the phallus that impaled his anus.

Suddenly, one grabbed his balls harshly. “Males should really all be castrated,” she said with a slight slur. She squeezed his testicles harshly rolling them in her hands.

The boy cried out softly in pain and fear. As much as he dreaded Agis and her whip, her yoke, and her house, he longed for her now, and prayed that she would rescue him from these ruffians, who seemed determined to use his body in a most undignified way.

The soldier holding his balls released them suddenly, only to pull out a short sharp knife that she ran along the underside of his balls. “One quick thrust,” she said. “That’s how it’s done ladies.” Deftly, she pulled the knife along his skin, tickling him. She ran the blade under this balls, and then up to the underside of his organ. All of the women’s’ glassy eyes were fixed on her maneuvers, as she stroked him with her sharp knife. The boy scarcely dared to breathe, and worried that he might again lose consciousness.

“I could slit you right now, boy,” she said confidently, “But it would be a shame to waste this beautiful specimen.” She pulled the knife away and the women began to laugh meanly.

“It would be good to neuter all the unnecessary males,” said one of her comrades. ‘Not a beautiful slave like this of course,” she said pulling at the boys cock as he struggled to make himself more presentable to the women. He arched his back and offered his penis as a gift to their groping hands and hungry eyes.

In all of his ordeals, he had never been more afraid, and he found himself desperately wanting the group of soldiers to like him so that they would put their cruel knives away and leave his genitals intact.

“But most males are only good for their labor. Why doesn’t the Queen allow us to lop off their parts? It would make a good game.” She stroked the boy absently as she talked. And he felt himself rise warmly in her sweaty hand.

“The risk of death is too great,” said another. “The Queen does allow castration, but only if a male has committed violence against a woman.” She said it matter of factly. “Besides, even the ugly males need some reward.” They laughed cruelly. “Haven’t you ever forced two ugly cocks to suck each other? It’s hilarious.”

The speaker looked up at the boy, “I would love to buy you and ride you every day, you stupid male,” she said. She pulled back his foreskin and examined the head of his penis closely. “I’d drive a nail up your pretty little hole, and force you to service every woman I know.” He felt his penis stir in her hand and she laughed. “You seem to like that idea! I’d rent out your tongue and your cock and your ass. Your beautiful penis would be ground meat by the time I finished with you,” she pinched him harshly, even as he grew in her hand.

The women laughed and pushed his hips back further onto the wooden dildo that jutted into his ass. Their hands pulled apart his ass checks and he found himself being driven even more forcefully onto the spike. The boy moaned as they continued their assault on his penis, started to grope his balls and pump his pelvis back and force, forcing him to fuck himself on the cross.

As they laughed, the boy suddenly heard a familiar voice, “Ladies, please do not damage my merchandise.” Lady Agis had appeared from nowhere, but much to the boy’s horror she wore a look of amusement rather than any anger or concern for the boy’s well being.