The Story of Philo

“Bring them up here,” Maleek growled, standing with spread legs on the main plank, holding his whip.

Dangar and Gaddock rushed down to the hold and herded the slaves up onto the galley. The haggard boys stood, near-naked, chained and shackled, miserable-looking, as the pirates ringed around them.

“Now the packaging,” said Maleek with a smirk on his face.

It could be claimed, and rightly so, that Maleek was the dregs of humanity. It could also be claimed, and evidently so, that he was ugly and abominable as sin. However, no one could claim that this slaver was not a genius in salesmanship. His trade acumen was surpassed by no other slave trader in the Roman Empire.

Because of his shrewd sense of trade, Maleek was able to amass a fortune that would have surprised even the closest to him, not that he had many close friends. In the basements of various temples around Rome, most notably of which was the Temple of Saturn which housed the Aerarium, Rome’s public treasury, as well as the Juno Moneta Temple, Maleek had deposited huge amounts of money; this was over and above his gold horde in his cabin on the slave ship, which although it might all drown in a storm or be robbed, he would at least keep some of his wealth in case he had to run away from Rome for one reason or another.

His deposits with the argentarii of Rome, private persons and free citizens independent of the State, were made with interest, unlike most of the deposits made by the rich lords and senators, which were vacua pecunia, or deposits for safekeeping only, without interest.

The slaver’s temptation to keep Philo for himself was extremely strong, but his greed for gold was stronger.

Maleek, with a sly smile on his face, let his sharp eyes roam over the group of slaves herded onto the lower deck. His eyes lingered on Philo’s beautiful physique, his bulging crotch, and he felt his stomach flutter and his ass muscles squeeze.

“Get them all cleaned up. Dangar, come here and take the perfumed soap. Make sure they are squeaky clean. Hurry, you sons of whores!  And then send them up to me one by one.”

Dangar and the rest of the hands got busy disrobing the slaves and splashing them with water as Dangar and Gaddock rubbed the naked bodies with soap. Needless to say, Dangar paid special attention to Philo’s crotch and Ely’s butt cheeks and crack. 

“Oh, what a creation!” Maleek regarded the squeaky-clean, naked Philo, standing in the middle of the cabin, his skin shining and exuding health and youth.

Maleek licked his lower lip, reached for Philo’s chest, and ran his fingers around the pink nipples. Philo looked at the calloused hand and the long, bent yellow fingernails with disgust. But following Ely’s instructions, Philo forced himself to smile, even when on the inside, he was seething with anger and tormented with humiliation. Nevertheless, as the slimy slaver ran his hands over the youth’s body and over his crotch, Philo’s cock erected. The young lad’s erection surprised even himself. He was learning an invaluable lesson of pretense for survival, and if his erected wonder of a phallus would earn him favors and respite, so be it. He was the son of Astarte and as such fucking was not only a pleasure but an obligation and a duty to his goddess.

“Such a creation!” Maleek repeated, kneeling in front of Philo. “Oh, one last time,” he groaned as he kissed the pink cock knob pulling back the foreskin and fisting the thick rod.

Maleek stroked the hard erection in his fist and looked up at Philo.

“Do you think that I can’t afford keeping you to myself? Of course, I can. And I have a strong mind to do so. But…” the slaver stroked the cock lovingly, “business is business, and you will get me glorious business.”

The way Maleek swallowed the young and hard cock was beyond belief. The whole length disappeared into his mouth and his thick lips stretched to the maximum to accommodate the amazing girth of the throbbing shaft. Philo almost threw up. Instead, he held the slaver’s kinky and straggled hair and fucked Maleek’s throat. In a few minutes, Philo’s hot stream of young sperm shot down the slaver’s throat as Maleek gulped and moaned and gagged and swallowed, thick cum seeping through his lips mixed with spit onto his scraggly beard.

Finally, Maleek stood up, still holding the young cock in his fist, and wiped his mouth and the strings of cum in his beard with the back of his other hand.

“I will make you so beautiful that not any lord or senator or even emperor in the whole of the Roman Empire will be able to resist you.”

Philo said nothing. Again following Ely’s instructions, he struggled to make sure that his body language never reflected the disgust and shame he was feeling inside. Was he starting to become a male whore? Were all his previous acts of manly valor and virility for naught? Couldn’t he possibly turn all this to a profitable asset? Certainly, Philo was not hiding his internal reaction because of candor or morality. He realized that this was beginning to become his defense tool and he was going to use it to the best of his ability.

Unhurriedly, Maleek fetched bottles and phials of cream and scented milk and started to rub some all over Philo’s body. Surprisingly, this felt good and Philo’s revulsion and abhorrence started to ebb away. Somehow, he stood taller as his skin sucked in the concoctions the slimy slaver was applying. The sweet scents of mixed perfumes invaded his nostrils and images of the pine forest near his village jumped into his mind, making his eyes starting to tear. He smelled pine and roses. He smelled camphor and cedar wood essences, which the slaver must have acquired back in Byblos.

Philo felt his spirit lighten with the cleanliness and the pleasant scents. But he wasn’t fooled. He was being prepared to fetch a high price for the slaver.

As Maleek applied the ointments and scents on Philo’s smooth and muscled body, he gave Philo instructions.

“You know I like you, boy, slave or no slave. You know also that for me you are just an animal, like all slaves. You know I have enjoyed your erotic manly body just because you are pretty. I was not fooled by your pretended eagerness, but I don’t care as long as I could enjoy your animal beauty.”

Philo remained silent like a statue, wondering what was coming next.

“Now listen carefully, slave. If you maintain a friendly and docile attitude when I parade you, and if you set an example for the others, I promise that I would sell you to some highborn who would treat you well. But,” Maleek continued, his voice turning an evil shade, “if you give me trouble or you incite trouble, I promise you,” Maleek slapped Philo’s butt lightly, “I promise you, you will be sold to the highest bidder whoever it is. As a matter of fact, I know that a certain senator, who loves debauchery and pain infliction, and who is rolling with money, would make sure that you become his slave. Am I making myself clear, slave?” Maleek accentuated his speached by cupping Philo’s hanging balls and squeezing on them. Philo squirmed with pain.

Throughout all of this, Philo maintained his silence. But Ely had warned him before, that he should comply as best he could. Fighting down his repulsion and the pain from his nuts, he whispered, using an aggressive, animalistic voice: “Bend over, master.”

Maleek gazed into Philo’s eyes and without breaking eye contact he pulled his pants down. Then he turned around and bent over applying spit to his crack. Philo positioned himself behind the slaver, and, holding the hairy hips with both his strong hands, he drove his hard cock up the slimy spit-covered butt. With difficulty, the youth was able to keep the knot in his throat down so he wouldn’t throw up all over the awful ape-hairy bent back that he was pounding. It was as if he had turned into two different persons: a fucking machine devoid of emotion and a boy forced to do an abominable act.

Maleek groaned and grunted as Philo fucked him hard and deep. Minutes before the young stud emptied his balls inside the hairy ass, Maleek had already ejaculated on the floor under him and was moaning for more. The slaver knew for a fact that for a stud like Philo, and at this age of 16, the strength of rejuvenation of sexual prowess as beyond compare. Philo could ejaculate more than one load and still maintain an erection and be ready to go at it over and over. His nuts would be churning with endless young sperm.

“Ok,” Maleek said as he straightened and pulled his baggy pants up and over his cum-seeping butt, “you keep this attitude and I will be kind.” Then he resumed his rubbing of Philo’s body with ointments and creams. He put some scented oil on Philo’s curly hair, making it glisten and shine. Inwardly, humiliation and revulsion mixed with anger ate at the young Levantine, but he never let any of that to surface. Ely may be a cocksucker, loving to eat dick, Philo considered, but the fucking Israelite was surely street-smart, and Philo loved him dearly.

Maleek slowly wrapped a loincloth of some sheer material around Philo’s thick penis and hanging balls, tightening the waist strap so that the cloth lifted the balls under the penis making a big bulge. Then, he went on to don a white tunic of soft cloth over Philo’s head, covering his body half-way down his thighs. The cloth was made of soft and sheer wool and it outlined the youth’s body erotically, especially the crotch. He then knelt and strapped leather sandals around Philo’s feet, the straps tied up the muscled leg calves. Around the lad’s waist, Maleek fastened a leather belt, which accentuated the young boy’s chest and lifted the hem of the short tunic till just below the crotch, exposing the upper thighs suggestively. The slaver took a couple of steps back and smiled lewdly, licking his thick lips.

“How I would give to keep you for myself, boy,” he grunted, biting on his lower lip with yellowed teeth, the taste of Philo’s young sperm still strong on his tongue. He was tempted to get another bout of Philo-sex, but instead he called for Dangar to take the lad out and bring Ely in.

Around two hours later, the whole gang of slaves was bathed, cleaned, creamed, scented and clothed and was ready for the march to the slave market. Maleek held Philo’s eyes for a moment, reminding him of the promise. Philo nodded slightly.

“You’re doing the right thing, Philo,” Ely whispered in his ear. “I know you loathe him, but it’s better than the evil he could do to us. Philo, you’re a hero for all of us. I love you so.”

Philo shivered inside at the Israelite’s words. He also loved Ely, but not in the same way that Ely lusted for him. When he had enjoyed the experience of sex with another boy, back in the Temple of Astarte, he was simultaneously fucking a girl. It hadn’t mattered who was sucking on his hanging and swinging balls or licking up and down his furry crack as his pole slid in and out of a girl’s sweet wet vagina. Under him was a woman, a girl, a female. Still Ely was gradually growing on him, and he had to reconsider his feelings for his friend and whether or not he would lust after the Israelite as Ely lusted after him.

Finally, Philo led the string of slaves. Using the leather slave collars around their necks, Dangar and Darbo had laced a rope through a ring hooked into the collar padlock and tied the slaves as such to each other, one behind the other, forming a marching row. Maleek could have used iron collars, but that might have left marks on his slaves, thus diminishing their sale worth. The slaves’ wrists were tied tightly with strands of leather behind their backs and their feet were shackled with chain, loosely, so they could be able to walk but not to run away. Dangar and Gaddock walked beside the slaves, their whips ready, their eyes peeled, watching for any wrong movement.

The slaves filed through the streets of the impressive and bustling city of Rome. Maleek rode in a litter carried by eight slave bearers which he had hired. He didn’t want his own slaves to arrive in the market all sweaty and tired. And he had kept the slave oarsmen under guard back on the ship. These eight litter-bearers were muscled and brawny teens, each made to wear a skimpy cloth covering his groin and tied with a string around his waist, which would show glimpses of his swinging balls and hanging penis as he walked. The slaves’ asses remained bare, rippling with every step they made. They were around Philo’s age, toned and strong despite their young age. Maleek had made it a point, and at a considerable sum of money, to select the most beautiful available slaves in Rome to be rented. They were of the same height, but came from different origins: Germanic, Britannic, Iberian, Slavic, and a couple of them with darker skin, probably from the North African shores. Even though this was an expensive spectacle for the pirate, he knew that he was attracting crowds of drooling men and horny women to the market place, where he would be showing off his own slaves for sale.

Ely kept glancing at the eight hunks as they labored to carry Maleek in his silken litter, their muscles taut under the weight, their youthful bodies shining with sweat, their curled hair plastered onto their foreheads.

“That’s one job I would never get,” Ely commented to Philo in a whisper, nodding at the muscled litter-carrier slaves.

Philo snickered and whispered back, “They should be carrying your ass to some hung highborn to fuck you all night, Israelite.”

“Oh, you’re so bad, my Philo. One day, you wait, one day, you’re going to thank your gods and your Astarte that I am your friend.”

“But tell me, Ely,” Philo said. “How could you be like that? How could you put a man’s penis in your mouth and suck it?” Philo tried his best not to show his aversion.

Ely gave his friend a sad smile. “You know, Philo, if you get to ask a question like that, you should be able to find the answer yourself. Haven’t you lusted for Salimana’s breasts and wished you could suck on them? Or lick up her legs to the bushy triangle inside?”

“Shut up, Ely,” Philo grunted feeling his loins stirring. “Don’t get me horny.”

“See? I get horny too, but for something different from what turns you on. You like goat milk; I like man milk.”

Philo nodded his head, still unable to comprehend his friend’s desire to suck a man’s cock or to offer his ass to be fucked. The vision of the bent-over slaver with his hairy ass stretched by Philo’s thick rod sent shivers along the young lad’s spine. Perhaps with someone like Ely it would be different? He knew that man-to-man sex was not abhorrent to his goddess Astarte. Actually it was expected and celebrated. Who knew what the future would bring his way? His hope was that whoever bought him as a slave be merciful. And maybe cute!

An hour later, the slaver stopped the slave trek in one of the countless squares of Rome with a fountain in the center. Bordering the square were all kinds of shops, but what Maleek had in mind was to give his slaves the opportunity to watch how other slavers treated their slaves. Similar scenes to the one that Philo and Ely had seen the day before were played: high-borns poking and grabbing young lads and girls out in public, as those poor souls were chained to poles at doorways, and whipped mercilessly at the slightest sign of trying to move away or to whimper. Again, Philo had a strong urge to tear off the ropes that tied him and to rush to those slaves and punch the poking and slimy lords and senators repeatedly until he broke every bone in their filthy bodies.

But Maleek kept his gaze on the boy, and when Philo glanced at the slaver, he controlled his rage and gritted his teeth. Ely poked the angry youth lightly as a sign of warning. “Take it easy, Philo,” he whispered, his voice urgent. “There will be enough time for us to fight our own battles.”

Philo struggled with himself until he somewhat settled, but the lewd scenes right under his nose were imprinted in his mind. Was this his lot? To be prodded and poked like cattle? So unashamedly, so humiliatingly? He tried his best not to think about the coming hours. But he still watched. Those slaves, so young, so abused by old and depraved men. Maleek was right: these boys and girls were not humans; they were animals. Wouldn’t his father have poked and prodded a mule before buying it? Wouldn’t he have checked a bull’s balls and cock to see if it was virile or not?

Finally, Maleek led his slaves to the reserved slot in the main slave market in Rome, the Saepta. The slaver knew that only money would bring more money. He had reserved the best spot in the market and was the envy of the other slavers. He had a white canopy erected at one end covering around half of a long rectangular platform, richly carpeted with a Persian carpet, dyed purple and edged with golden tinsels, which he had bought from a Persian trader, as part of his marketing strategy.

What Maleek also planned was some kind of a “seating area”, roped around the front of the platform in a semi-circle, to keep away the stragglers and hacklers, where he would entertain the senators and other lords who could be potential buyers. In this set off area, Maleek had placed cushioned armchair recliners and low stools.

Crowds of rich lords and senators, as well as a few high-born ladies followed by their girl-slaves and eunuchs, sauntered around the market place, checking out the merchandize but were drawn like flies to the rich area set by Maleek and they vied for the most comfortable places, nudging each other and excited at the spectacle that Maleek so shrewdly was providing to attract them away from the other slavers.

The show was about to begin.