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A Beggar's Tale

Part 3

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A Beggars Tale

by Night Owl


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


Part III


Flavious lay stretched face down and naked on a filthy bed filled with straw, his limbs bound tightly to the corners so he could not move. He had more stripes on his back and buttocks than a zebra. Occasionally a woman would come to him with wet towels and ointments, and every time his wounds were touched, they sang like larks. But in spite of that, he had found something he had lost since his capture. His dignity. If these women thought he was going to submit to them so easily, then they were fools. So he bore the whip with no complaint.


Four times a day he was visited by one of his nurses, his body, soothed and massaged with well-oiled hands until the wounds were nearly healed. Some of the women seemed to enjoy their moments of intimacy with the young Roman, as evidenced by the casual manner of their touching and probing which at times, seemed more than just therapeutic. Though his privates were hidden against the bedding, that did not keep their wandering hands from probing underneath, nor could he prevent the inevitable stiffness that always followed. Throughout his recovery, they continued to bring him more goblets of the strange drink to keep his strength depleted, rendering him completely helpless as if the bindings were not enough. 


Finally, when his wounds were fully healed, two female guards, clad in light armor about the breasts came in and put a gag on him. They dragged his limp body to another room lined with stalls where two more women were waiting, armed with sponges. They placed him in one of the stalls and tethered his wrists high above his head, and his ankles to the corners. The wash maids swabbed down every inch of him with soap and warm water. They washed his genitals, and once again, his cock grew as stiff as a tent pole, much to his embarrassment.


After he was toweled off, the guards carried him to a long, narrow table next with a rack and shackles looming over it. His arms were pulled up past his head and strapped to each corner of the tabletop by this wrists and elbows. As this was done, his legs were stretched wide bent down over the sides and tethered to keep them in place.


Through it all, Flavious could do nothing, since he was still very weak in his drugged state. He did manage to lift his head up off the table, then stared wide-eyed at how vulnerable his genitals looked. One of the wash maids brought over a tray that contained a flask, sponges, a strop and a razor. Just looking at the blade in the womans hand terrified him more than any fear he had experienced in his life. His heart began to beat faster. Blood rushed to his head and throbbed against his temples. He was told at the time of his capture that he would not be castrated. It did nothing however to assuage the black fear that was twisting his gut into knots. He wished he could stand and run, but there was no chance of that now, and even if he could break off the restraints, he knew he wouldnt get far with two guards standing nearby.


Much of his body has already been shaved, one of the wash maids gazed down at his sleek chest with some disappointment.


I hear these Romans spend their days preening themselves while their women and slaves do all the work, the other replied. However, there is still a few days growth here and there, and Madam Penthesilia wants this one well-groomed when she arrives.


She poured a creamy gel out of the flask into her hands while the other woman began stroking the razor against the thick leather strop to sharpen it. The gel was applied liberally to his chest and stomach. Then she took the razor and proceeded to shave the area. Flavious was surprised at how efficient she was, in fact, the gentle scratch of the blade across his flesh felt rather pleasant, even sensual. The razor was made of bronze with mythical images etched into the blade and the handle carved into the shape of a horses head. As a shaving implement, it was much more efficient then the crude iron shaving tools they used back in Rome.


She turned to his underarms next and applied more gel. The thought of losing his underarm hair made Flavious feel uncomfortable, and he wondered if these women realized how weak and juvenile a man felt to lose that symbol of masculinity but this was only the beginning of his symbolic emasculation. When the armpits were finished, she leaned back and gazed upon the patch of hair between his open thighs.


Would you like the honor?


The other woman nodded eagerly, then applied the gel to her hands and began preparing this area for the blade, rubbing much more than was really necessary. She stopped briefly to admire the size of his physiological reaction to so much friction. Then, stropping the blade few more times to maximize its sharpness, she began scrapping the hair away. Feeling the cold steel so close to his cock sent chills down his spine, but again, the proficiency in their methods surprised him. With a steady touch, she pulled his now-shrunken member and carefully moved the razor around its base and up the shaft, rinsing the blade in hot water after each swipe until the whole area was completely bare.


Then Flavious watched miserably as they released his ankles and knees from the table and locked them into the shackles high above. His legs were now raised and spread wide like a V, his crotch gaping wide. More gel was applied. Greasy fingers stroked and kneaded his balls, parted his buttocks, and worked the gel around the tight, circular muscle surrounding the puckered hole between them. Each touch made him quiver and jerk. The voices above him were discussing something, laughing gently, but he could not make out the words past the throbbing of blood in his ears.


Again the razor was used to scrape away all of the hair so that even his scrotum and perianal area would be buff. His legs were shaved last, then soothing oils were applied to his body.


"Rest while you can, one of the women spoke in him in Roman. Madam Penthesilia will be here shortly."


With a sigh of relief, Flavious watched the two wash maids and their guards file out of the room. He was finally alone and had time to ponder over his situation. He raised his head and frowned at himself. His manhood looked like that of a boys. He then saw movement beyond the bars of his cell, and turned his head to look. Four men were being led down the hall by a female guard. None of them turned to look at Flavious, but kept their eyes to the floor. A single chain linked to their collars kept them in line. These were the first men Flavious had seen since his capture by the Themiscyreans. He had no way of knowing if they were of the same tribe or taken from another, for their appearance was the same no hair on the body or genitals, even their scalps and eyebrows had been shaved clean. Their stares looked blank and their faces seemed to hold no emotion. He watched them walk past, then began to think about his own situation.


Flavious realized the only hope for his escape was to somehow find the strength to resist these women, yet appear to capitulate to every demand, no matter what, convince them that his spirit was broken, and hope they would release him from his bonds long enough to allow him the opportunity to gain his freedom. He continued to formulate the plan in his head until Madam Penthesilia entered the room followed by four young women that he guessed were servants. Her body was draped over one shoulder in black silk with a gold cord bound around the waist. The servant girls were dressed the same, only in white.


She circled the table to inspect his grooming, running her hands over his chest, then around his stomach and back up to his armpits.


Impressive, she nodded her head in approval. Shaving the beast has certainly improved his appearance.


Flavious lay there helpless with his legs still raised and spread wide like a V while the Madam moved to the end of the table. She pointedly studied his open crotch, then invited the other women to each do the same, followed by assessments on the size and shape of his genitals.


Let us commence with his training, Madam Penthesilia then announced.


Flavious watched with great interest as Penthesilia began to disrobe. She untied the gold cord around her waist, and slid the black silk off her body. She was a handsome woman -- tall, lean, though still very feminine in appearance. Her round breasts sat high off her ribs, her pink nubs pointed outward unabashedly from the tips. The pallid color of her complexion suggested that she saw very little of the sun, and her fiery hair almost glowed in the torchlight. Looking down between her legs, he saw that her bush was of the same color as the hair on her scalp and that it had been trimmed back neatly.


When she approached the table again, her actions were slow and deliberate, as if flaunting her newly bared flesh to the young Roman. She moved in close between his legs. He could almost feel the warmth of her body against his. She leaned forward and allowed her naked breasts to brush between his legs while she massaged his chest. Using all of her skills and knowledge, she played every inch of his well-oiled physique, running her fingers over his chest, along his abdominals, then up and down the sides of his ribs. She seemed to take pleasure in the way his rigid muscles felt under her hands. Flavious too, forgot about his own misfortune. He began to lose all sense of reality and was sure he was now in the midst of a dream from which he definitely did not want to be roused!


Penthesilia motioned one of the servants, and the girl returned with a wooden bastinado and a hollow gourd full of warm oil. The Madam took the stick and dipped it into the oil, then inserted it between his open buttocks. Flavious moaned his protests through the gag; his groin muscles trembled to her touch, but she worked the stick in gently, exploring the tight circular muscle surrounding his anus, until she felt the opening slacken slowly. Flavious was now totally confused. His brain would not accept the sensations being forced upon him, but eventually, his body betrayed him.


Looking up, the Madam smiled as she noted that at last the Roman was showing signs of weakening. His cock slowly grew in size in spite of his bucking and thrashing.


He responds very well even while stimulated through the anal cavity, she finally withdrew the stick. Of course this hole will need to be stretched somewhat before he goes to the block, but a few days with a plug should achieve this efficiently enough. Now lower his legs.


They released his ankles from the shackles above, then carefully bent his legs back over the sides of the table and tethered them as before. Satisfied that this new bondage position would accomplish its goals, and noticing that his impertinent erection still had not subsided, she began to message him again, hands stroking and kneading his muscles while deliberately avoiding the part of his body that longed for her touch the most.


Flavious now realized that he was, yet again, being tortured but in the most exquisite way! Abruptly the sensations changed as her light probing tongue went to work, each of his fingers were taken into her mouth and he felt the hardness of her teeth run up and down them. She ran her tongue like a snake up the insides of his arms and lapped at the very hollows of his hairless pits. She then moved on to his chest, placing her wet lips over each nipple and sucked on them gently. The smooth curves along his ribcage were then explored, his lumbar muscles licked and kissed.


The young female assistants gasped appreciatively at the sight of his gifted appendage, once it was fully aroused. They admired the way his handsome body moved as he strained helplessly under her touch, relished the sounds of his pitiful moans begging their Madam for some end to the relentless torment he was being succumbed to. He cried out gratefully when she finally took his cock gently, almost lovingly, into the palm of her hand. Her fingers curled around it, then moved up and down the rigid staff, and with the lightest of touches, flicked back and forth across the very tip of the glans. She took his balls in her other hand and teased them. His body was now writhing more rhythmically under her touch and the Madam was warmed by the sound of his animalistic moans.


Flavious could feel his will to resist diminish entirely as she continued to manipulate him with the skill of an artist, taking him almost to the edge of the precipice. He groaned loudly, his body sweating, jerking against the restraints as spasms ran through every muscle, but before his organs could finish the task they so longed to complete, her hand tightened around the base of his scrotum, then pulled hard to block the flow of semen. The sudden pressure made him cry out.


"Oh no, we cannot have that," she teased, her hand still grasped tightly on his balls. "For now on, you are forbidden to spill your seed unless I give you permission to do so.


There was a sound of both the pain and frustration in his muffled voice. His cock twitched, but stopped just short of exploding, and Flavious had to fight to hold back his anguish.


Madam Penthesilia turned to the servant girls.


"He will remain here until sunset, she instructed them. In that time his bodily needs will be tended to while each of you continue to stimulate his genitals. Under no circumstances should he be allowed to spill his seed. If this happens, the girl responsible will be punished with twenty lashes to the back. Understood?"


"Yes Madam," the four servants chimed in unison.


Good. Now remember your training. Observe his reactions closely as you time your strokes. If necessary, apply pressure to the base of the scrotum, as I have shown you here, to block any flow of seed. He must not be allowed no rest, so you will all have to work in shifts.


Before you each begin, strip off all of your clothing. You may use your breasts and other parts of your body to stimulate him, but any form of penetration is forbidden. You may stimulate him orally, but keep your mouths away from his lips and especially his cock. Understood?


Yes Madam.


And so the torture continued, with each servant girl teasing his flaccid manhood until it became hard and stiff again. They used their hands, their arms, lips, tongues, and their breasts upon his body to stimulate him, bringing him to the very peak of arousal. Then came an abrupt stop and silence, followed again by alternating cycles of arousal and frustration, repeating for what felt like many hours of endless torment. His arms remained pinned to the table above his head, his legs to the sides, locked in their leather restraints, so he could do nothing to defend himself from the endless touching and probing of his genitals.


Flavious tried to outlast them by forcing himself to remain focused on his escape, but the physical part of him seemed to react more quickly and violently to their teasing caresses.

At one time, Madam Penthesilia, herself, entered the room. She whispered into his ear, her hands rubbing his smooth chest. She teased his cock a bit and promised him some form of reward if he gave her no resistance. When he pleaded with her for a release, as his body could take no more, she seemed very pleased with the response, but took no action, and left him alone, in silence once again to contemplate his unfulfilled needs. Flavious was almost in tears after that, and felt sure this woman must be insane to be so cruel.


The women continued their task, one after the other, so that he was allowed no rest, no relief. Hours passed, but for Flavious, it seemed much longer. His whole body ached from its awkward, back-bending position on the table. His wrists and ankles were rubbed raw as he had tried so many times in desperation to free them from the leather restraints. Even worse, his cock now remained in a constant, semi-erect state, its muscles throbbing painfully from the constant stimulation, and his balls, so engorged they were with his seed, felt like they had swollen three time their normal size.


His spirit had also been broken so that each time a woman entered the room, he clamored for release, his feelings expressed in moans and shrieks. When Penthesilia came to him again, he tried to raise his head and as he looked directly into her eyes he whispered in his own Roman tongue,


"No more please, I beg you," then his head fell back on the table.


She gave him a look of apathy, though clearly, the woman was incapable of such emotions.


Poor beast, she gently brushed the sweat of his brow. You are going to accept your new life with us, her hand trailed down his chest. Not at first, but soon and completely.


Flavious closed his eyes and nodded, Yes . . . yes I accept it.


Her hand found its way down his stomach to surround his cock again, which was still swollen, very tender, but growing soft. He groaned when she touched it.


Tsk, tsk, tsk, the Madam chided, her hand slowly stroking him, you must learn to keep this nice and stiff for me.


Flavious felt himself growing hard again, only with considerably less pleasure now, for once she had achieved an erection from him, the stroking stopped and reached down to gently fondle his swollen balls. Tears of frustration began to well up in his eyes, his hands twisting in their restraints. Her grip slowly tightened, and then relaxed over and over again, as if she was pumping his balls.


Eventually, well have to do something about these, she told him. We have a little procedure I call milking. It relieves some of the pressure, though our men receive little satisfaction from it, she smiled and stroked his cheek with the other hand. That is something you will have to get used to.


She looked into his eyes, licked her upper lip, and placed her hand on the top of his cock. Her hand sat there, not moving, just providing the slightest sensation. At first the touch was slightly annoying, irritating, then it became unbearable.


Tears streamed from his eyes and he whispered in a fit of desperation, Please. Please help me.


Help you? she laughed. I think not.


Flavious lay motionless for as long as he could, then without thinking, without conscious intent, he found himself squirming, pressing frantically up into her hand; trying with all his strength to create enough sensation to achieve what the Madam would not grant him. He pulled frantically on his wrist restraints, willing to let the course leather cut them to shreds, he twisted, bucked and tried to free himself.


The Madam laughed again and pulled her hand away, keeping it just out of reach. When Flavious exhausted himself, she gazed down at him and in the same tone calm, measured, and reserved she said to him,


You tell me you have accepted this new life, but you havent.


Why . . . are you doing this to me? he asked between breaths.


The Madam said nothing at first, but reached down and gently stroked his cock, again slowly and methodically, until it throbbed in her hand once again.


Perhaps I can answer your question by telling you what we expect from all of our male slaves, she ceased stroking him, but kept her hand on his cock. First, this piece of muscle that men like you pride themselves in possessing no longer belongs to you. You will never again touch it without my permission. At night, your hands will be bound to the bed, and during the day, placed in restraints to keep them away from it, even as you move around.


During the first stage of your training, your cock will stay hard, 24 hours a day. There is no excuse for it to be any other way. You are also not permitted to cum unless I give you permission to do so. If I catch you spilling your seed, you will be punished with 20 lashes to the back, buttocks and genitals. Second offense will be 30, and so on. Understood?


Flavious nodded.


Tell me what you understand.


I am not to touch my cock or cum without your permission.


And are you my slave?


He paused, then nodded again.


Say it.


I am your slave.


Good. Now to insure that your cock stays hard day and night, you will be given a special brew of herbs. The effects of this drink are instantaneous. First, it will increase your libido, and your cock with remain hard for hours, even as you sleep. The second effect is not a pleasant one, for the swelling becomes so intense it closes the urethra, making it impossible to cum. Needless to say you will get very little rest the next few days, the she laughed. Most men end up begging me to cut it off.


Now I am sure you are wondering why I would tell to all of this, she continued. The reason is simple it doesnt matter if you know, for there is no way you can prepare yourself for what you will be experiencing; no hope of outlasting the treatment, she reached for his cock again, and it matters little to me how long it will take because in the end, you WILL be broken.


The Madam felt his balls again, Mmm, I believe it is time to relieve some of this pressure.

She began to stimulate him again, only this time, jerking on it violently. Flavious twitched and squirmed on the table, his muscled began to spasm uncontrollably. He expected the Madam to take her hand away as she had done so many times before, but she didnt. Then, as if

a dam had burst, stream and stream of thick white seed shot into the air and landed on his chest. The Madam watched his reactions carefully, then curled the fingers of her other hand around the base of his scrotum and pulled again, blocking any further discharge.


That should be enough, she said. We dont want to waste any more, do we?


Flavious groaned and tried to hold back the tears. She was right about one thing he received very little satisfaction from it.


Madam Penthesilia took a cloth to wipe her hands with, then rang a bell. Two guards appeared in the doorway.


"Have one of the servants clean him up," she told them, then take him to his holding cell and allow him to sleep, but for no longer than two hours."


She turned and glanced at the young slave once more before leaving the room. He lay motionless on the table, his eyes closed, his body covered in sweat and cum. The results of this one's performance were very positive and his spirit appeared to be broken, yet there was an expression in his eyes that was difficult to interpret, was it true submission or masked defiance? For the first time since he was brought to her, the Madam began to doubt her own judgement, and she could not shake the feeling that she was being deceived.



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