The Story of Philo

Maleek’s ten slaves stood together in a bunch at the back end of the platform as Maleek chatted with some of the lords that had gathered near the display. Apparently, Maleek was famous for his choice of slaves and for his rich taste in displaying them. He had always fetched the highest prices.

And then at a quick sign from Maleek, everyone was surprised as music filled the square. A group of musicians marched into the square, playing the tuba, the cithara (from which modern-day guitar), the lyre, as well as rattles, cymbals, bells and tambourines, keeping a quick dancing rhythm, urging the gathering crowd to sway in rapture. The troupe encircled Maleek’s slaves like a crown encircling a king’s head. All eyes were on them, and they somehow seemed more precious, more expensive, more regal than any of the other slaves being paraded in the whole district.

To top this all, two young boys and two young girls, barely clad in extremely skimpy clothes from the waist only inches down to cover their crotches, snaked up to Maleek’s raised platform and started a wriggling, writhing, evocative dance. Maleek had spent some time and contacted many acquaintances in the brothels of Rome to hire this beautiful and young quartet. They not only danced, but they ran their hands over their lithe, oil-covered bodies, over their breasts, over their crotches, between their thighs, that many spectators found themselves sprouting a hugely bulging front, aching for release.

The crowd clapped to the rhythm; some people grinded their crotches on whoever was standing in front of them, there was a frenzy of music and erotica. The four dancers coupled once as boy-girl, and then switched to boy-boy, and then to girl-girl, holding, grabbing, kissing, rubbing, and so on, emulating various erotic sexual combinations. As for the lords and noblemen in the special reserved area, there was a special treatment for them.

As the noblemen reclined in their seats, most of whom middle- to old-aged, the eight slave litter-bearers became servants, upon the order of Maleek, hauling trays of fruit and sweets and jugs of chilled wine and juice. Those brawny teenagers whom Maleek rented as litter-bearers were actually young gladiators-in-preparation. They trained every day all day in all aspects of physical combat. Their muscles developed extraordinarily and their physical strength was way superior to any lad their age. These very physically fit teenagers trained at a gladiator school where the owner saw it profitable to rent them out, between combat bouts, to men like Maleek for various chores, such as litter-bearers, thus making more money out of them.

The slave-gladiators-litter-bearers, now becoming servants, moved among the guests, kneeling in front of each one and offering them the tidbits of sweets and the refreshing wine. The noblemen were enjoying all of this as if in a feast rather than just another slave auction. They ogled the young teenaged servants, taking peeks at the revealed parts of the boys’ groins as they served them. Some even reached and pinched a nipple, or ran their old fingers along a red lip, or caressed a golden hair lock.

One pot-bellied senator, recognized by his purple toga and golden brooch, gazed down at the kneeling slave who was serving him, a 16-year-old blond Germanic boy, his head bent over his naked chest in servitude, his arms raised bearing a basket of grapes. The senator reached for the boy’s chin, lifted his face up and looked down into the blue eyes and angelic face crowned by golden curls of hair. The senator ignored the fruit and instead made the Germanic slave stand. He then lifted the cloth covering the slave’s crotch and unabashedly started to fondle the hanging balls. Ely and Philo watched with anguish as they noticed the poor boy’s aversion and disgust at having the old but rich man play with his genitals in front of the crowds of people gathered around. Was this what would happen to them when their turn came to be auctioned, they wondered fearfully, silently.

The fat and sweating senator then squeezed the slave’s balls as he watched the beautiful face grimace with pain. The Germanic slave did not dare to move away or make any sign of revulsion at being handled this way, or show his pain, except for a fleeting glance towards Maleek, who watched on with approval.

The lust of the pirate’s spectators was soaring with all the beauty and nudity around them, which was exactly what Maleek wanted and had planned for. The pirate noticed with jubilation the bulges under most of the noblemen tunics—some were even rubbing their erections—except perhaps for a few very old and scrawny men who couldn’t get erections but would love to have a young and stiff one inside their mouth or even up their wrinkled ass.

All of a sudden, there was a commotion around one of the armchairs where the noblemen were seated. One of the servants, a Spaniard with black curly hair, a handsome and rugged face, and an invitingly bulging crotch, had accidentally dropped some wine on the white tunic of the lord that he was serving. The lord stood up and immediately slapped the Spanish slave across the face, pulling his hair and roughly making him kneel in front of him.

“Master Slaver,” the lord growled. “You need to hire slaves who know how to serve. This animal,” he kicked the kneeling Spanish boy with his sandaled foot, “has ruined my very expensive tunic with his sloppiness.”

Maleek rushed to the scene, keeping his smile to appease the other noblemen so they wouldn’t be alarmed and leave.

“Your lordship, my apologies,” he groveled. “Name the punishment and it will be done.”

As if they were evil spirits called by the devil, Dangar and Gaddock materialized right next to the pirate, their whips ready for the lashing.

“I will not name it, Slaver. I will do it.”

At this, the lord pulled the slave by the hair bringing him between his hairy and veiny legs, and fishing out his penis, he pushed it into the boy’s surprised mouth. From afar, Philo inhaled, his stomach churning with disgust. The servant was made to swallow a cock in full sight of perhaps more than two or three hundred people, men, women, and children. The lord kept slapping the slave’s face cheeks as the boy choked on the rod thrust down his throat until finally the man finished off with a groan, pulled out, slapped the poor boy’s face with his dripping and slimy phallus, and kicked  him away, as the slave sniveled and crawled between the feet of the men. The senator then regained his seat motioning for some wine, a scowl on his fleshy face.

Maleek took in a deep breath as Dangar and Gaddock pulled the poor Spaniard by the hair out of the area, dragging him over the cobblestones, naked, his chin dripping white semen, his face cheeks streaked with tears.

It only took a few moments for the crowd to settle back and forget about the incident. The shrewd slaver watched everyone with satisfaction. They were now ripe for the picking. The young dancing whores started guiding Maleek’s slaves one by one onto the platform, gyrating, massaging, rubbing crotches, licking, pinching. The crowd was going wild. The lords were more than ready to fork out top coin.

Meanwhile, one of the lords, an old scrawny senator was sipping chilled wine from his silver goblet and inspecting the almost naked gladiator-slaves serving the noblemen. He suddenly motioned for one of them to come over, the most masculine-looking teen boy, a handsome specimen of virility and youth, hailing from the land of the Franks where he was taken prisoner by one of the invading Roman Legions. As soon as the slave approached, the old senator lifted the teen’s groin cloth and grabbed the hanging huge balls. He kneaded them slowly between his thin and wrinkled fingers, a sly smile on his lips, watching the snake-like phallus thicken and erect. After taking a sip from the wine, the old man bent and licked the wide slit of the erected penis, as if taking a sample taste, after which he started stroking the hard cock shaft. The Frankish slave arched his back, his legs spread wide, planted solidly on the ground, his thigh muscles rippling, as the old man increased the tempo of his stroking.

With a grunt, the youth exploded, the first strong squirt taking the old man by surprise and hitting him square between the eyes. Immediately, the senator guided the squirting cock into his wine goblet as the Frank emptied his nuts with six or seven strong strings of young sperm. The old Roman watched the white and creamy sperm splash into his wine as the initial squirt slowly slid down his wrinkled face. He quickly stuck out his tongue and licked off the droplets as they reached his lips. When the boy finished, the senator unabashedly wrapped his mouth around the dripping cock and squeezed the shaft to suck off the last drop coming out of the slave’s balls. Then, mixing the sperm and the wine with his finger, he slowly sipped, his eyes closed. A huge smile was on his face as he swallowed the mixture, since young lads’ sperm was believed to bring youth to old men and was extremely expensive to purchase. Smacking his lips, the old senator patted the slave on his butt and sent him away as he savored his now free rejuvenating drink.

As the dancers performed, Dangar and Gaddock led Maleek’s slaves one by one by a leash tied to their collars. They moved around the privileged, restricted areas among the noble men and women, parading the boys and girls that Maleek was offering for sale. Most of the senators and lords grabbed and poked the paraded slaves. Some of them went as far as reaching inside the loincloths and inspecting the genitals, measuring the phallic length and the testicular weight. A few of the ladies stroked penises into erection to examine the sexual virility of the young teenage boy-slaves, and as the boys erected, the ladies would stroke them to ejaculation. The girl-slaves were also prodded and grabbed, their tiny breasts rubbed, sometimes even savagely, their vaginas spread with slimy and sweaty fingers.

According to Roman law, slaves of 16 years and under could be denuded and examined, prodded and poked, measured and evaluated, all out in public. A buyer could even handle a slave put up for sale sexually in front of a crowd. However, if a slave was older than 16 years, like Darbo the Nubian, he could only be handled as such in a private place. To all present, the behavior of the lords and ladies was not abnormal.

However, it was not only abnormal, but also abominable, to Philo and Ely. The two boys were totally stunned as they watched the slaves that came with them on the pirate ship being stroked and poked. The end of a whip handle was rubbing the vagina lips of one of the girl-slaves, who could not have been older than 12 or 13 years old, and her small tits were being pinched and squeezed viciously. One lady held a boy-slave by the nuts and squeezed crushingly as the boy whimpered. She was testing his ability to sustain hard labor. As malicious and inhuman this appeared to Philo and Ely, to the others, this was expected, actually necessary.

As a rule, Maleek kept a low profile with regards to his piracy and slave-trading. Instead of a large galley with hundreds of oarsmen, or a fleet of slave ships, he roamed the Mediterranean in a small ship, using both sails and oarsmen. This way he effected speed and anonymity. He would pick and choose his merchandise carefully, at the most 9 or 10 boys and girls, and was able to make at least one trip a year to Rome. He was well-known among the Roman lords and senators as presenting quality slaves for whom they were willing to pay large sums of money.

Except for one incident, the show went on as Maleek wanted it. But one of the nobles was a military general by the name of Cassius Carus who was reclining on a cushioned couch and would fondle each and every young boy and girl that came near him. At the foot of his seat crouched a boy of 13 whom he had just purchased from another slaver. This slave was on a leash, like a dog, and intermittently the general would reach down and play with the boy’s dark brown curly hair. The slave promised to turn into a handsome young man, his features reflecting the land he had been enslaved in, somewhere in the plains across the sea from Italy.

As one of the gladiator-slaves, a Briton with light-brown hair and blue eyes, was kneeling in front the general, serving him sweets, Cassius Carus extended his sandaled foot and brought it up under the slave’s cloth, pressing on the hanging balls. The slave, taken by surprise and feeling pain in his crotch, dropped the tray of sweets, scattering the contents all over the general and the floor. Cassius Carus jumped up angrily and kicked the slave, sprawled on the ground, viciously at the head. The slave tried to move away, but the general placed his foot on the slave’s chest pinning him to the ground.

The second time that day, Maleek rushed to the scene, trying to avert a disaster.

“Allow me, your lordship, to punish this slave myself,” he implored.

The general gave Maleek a haughty gaze. “Go away, slaver!” he ordered militarily and disdainfully. “This animal will get his punishment from me,” he said, as he moved his foot from the boy’s chest to his groin and pressed down, grinding the balls, almost crushing them. The slave howled, his tanned chest heaving, his handsome face scrunched into an expression of extreme pain.

Satisfied at the pain he was inflicting, Cassius Carus bent and picked up the shivering boy and dragged him back to the armchair he was sitting on. He forcefully made the slave sit in his lap as he raised his skirt to expose his erection. Mercilessly he thrust up into the boy’s rectum, dry force-penetrating the boy-hole as the poor slave screamed. He reached down to his own slave’s head and pulled him up by the hair, forcing his head into his crotch, making him watch as his cock impaled the howling gladiator-slave.

Cassius Carus looked at the speechless Maleek with a snicker and growled: “This is how you punish these animals. You drive your manhood into them and impale them so they know who owns them, Slaver.”

He then proceeded to viciously fuck the screaming and struggling teen-boy, his cock splitting the rim muscles and blood streaming down onto his crotch and down his thighs as the anal skin ruptured with the impaling steed cock. With a final huge heave, the general emptied himself inside the slave, pulled his blood-and-semen-covered dick out with a loud pop and pushed the weeping boy away, who fell onto his back on the ground, weeping and groveling. Cassius Carus then wiped his slimy cock on his slave-boy’s face, stood up and, still gazing at Maleek, he placed his sandaled foot on the boy’s crotch and squeezed as the boy screamed and squirmed under the pressure on his balls. To finish it all, Cassius Carus viciously kicked the boy in the nuts crushing them further and, dragging his own slave, whose face was covered with blood and semen, by the leash like a dog, he marched away.

Maleek motioned for Dangar to take care of the poor slave as he set about appeasing the others, who actually were nodding their heads in approval of the way the military man had punished the slave as the boy deserved. Many of the men would have probably done the same, even if some of them would have done so regardless whether the slave had done anything wrong or not. Slaves were animals as far as the nobility of Rome was concerned.

As Maleek’s slaves started to march onto the platform and around the potential buyers, in rhythm with the music and led by the erotic dancers, the lords and senators, intoxicated by the music, the show, and the refreshment and aroused by the erotica performed in front of them, examined the slaves more closely, reaching for a girl-tit to squeeze or a boy-dick to pull on. A few of them, who already knew Maleek well, were allowed to examine each of the parading youngsters, lifting their tunics, rubbing their skin, checking their eyes and teeth, fondling and sizing their balls, teasing their girl-tits, rubbing on their young cocks, fingering their butt holes, stretching their vagina lips. All of this was in full sight of everyone present in the market place, heightening the atmosphere of debauchery, depravity and excitement.

Those men who the slaver knew by instinct were there to watch or molest only were kept away by Dangar and Gaddock and pushed outside the fence.  Maleek kept Ely, Darbo and Philo till the end. As slave after slave was examined and probed and bought off, Maleek’s spirits rose. He was having a very lucky day. And still he hadn’t displayed his best wares yet.

Finally, Darbo’s turn came. He marched onto the platform, straight-backed, but keeping his eyes lowered, his black skin shining like satin under the Roman sun, his white tunic contrasting with the dark color of his body. One girl dancer spooned his butt from behind, the other glued her oiled body to his front, while the two boy-dancers gyrated their crotches on the right and left hips of the paraded black slave. One of the rich senators beckoned for Darbo to approach. As the young black boy stepped to the edge of the platform, which was raised about one foot above the cobble-stoned square, the senator reached under Darbo’s tunic and cupped his genitals. There was a soft hiss from behind the senator. Maleek turned to see a lady in a flowing red robe with a low-cut neck showing her cleavage. She put a hand on the senator’s shoulder and leaned towards his ear.

“I like this one, Polonius,” Maleek heard her tell the senator, who apparently was her husband.

“You always like them big, huh, wife?” smirked the senator. “And this one is quite promising,” he added as he sized Darbo’s cock and balls inside the loincloth, especially since Darbo had already developed a semi-erection caused by the grinding of the dancers against his body.

“If you wish, Master Polonius,” Maleek said, “the lady can check for herself inside the shop.”

Maleek had rented a small shop just behind the platform specifically for this purpose, for the potential client to be completely satisfied with what he was going to buy.

Being seventeen years old, and since it was illegal to openly examine the slave naked, Darbo was led into the shop as the nobleman and his wife followed, with Maleek explaining the worth of a young black lad, not only as a well-endowed stud but also as a strong and healthy laborer, a rarity, excellent choice for enjoyment, for display and even for hard work.

Philo and Ely watched their friend being herded into the shop. Darbo was made to strip. He was beautiful. Ely had not seen the black boy totally naked before. Philo watched, also admiring Darbo’s beautiful physique. As the lady watched, Polonius grabbed Darbo’s cock and stroked him into erection.

“Oh, fuck, Philo,” Ely exclaimed in a whisper. “Darbo’s dick is as big as yours, almost.”

“No one is as big as mine, Israelite,” Philo said, trying to hide his envy, staring at the huge black rod being ministered by the old nobleman. The music pounded in his ears.

The two boys watched intently as Polonius prodded Darbo, now checking the black boy’s crack with his fingers.

“You realize, Maleek, that having such a large endowment is not very attractive,” Polonius said, trying to find fault in Darbo’s faultless naked body. “It destroys the harmony of the whole body. This thing,” he pulled on Darbo’s hug cock, “looks more like an animal, a donkey, or a horse.”

Maleek knew that Polonius’s wife loved hung young boys. He also suspected that Polonius himself wouldn’t mind playing with a big boy. And, he knew very well that Polonius was saying this, which the Romans inherited from the Greeks, that a large penis is not artistically attractive, in order to bring down the price that Maleek had at first quoted, and which was huge. So, as the shrewd salesman that he was, Maleek did not try to justify the price or to argue the sale. He kept silent, knowing that his sale was almost assured.

“Buy him, Polonius,” the wife ordered majestically, her chin raised, her painted eyebrows knotted, her red lips pouting. Philo and Ely, however, could tell from the look in her eyes that she was lusting for Darbo and his big dick.

“But my dearest,” Polonius insisted. “For the price that Master Maleek is asking, we can get 3 or even four slaves.”

“Not this kind of slave, Polonius,” she persisted, almost leering. “Buy him, I say!” She ordered with a quivering voice.

“Well, you see, Master Maleek,” Polonius said as he cupped the black hanging balls, pulling down on them, making Darbo’s erected cock stand up vertically, majestically, almost reaching his navel, “It’s my dear wife’s wish. If only you could bring yourself to go down a little?”

Maleek laughed, showing his yellow teeth. “Lord Polonius. High quality requires high funds, don’t you agree? This is high quality, and it seems that your lady only wants high quality, eh? This wonderful specimen will be delivered to your villa before sunset.” Maleek was certain that the sale was made.

Polonius finally nodded and handed Maleek a purse as he and his wife left the shop.

To Philo’s surprise, he noticed that Darbo had a huge smile on his face.

“He’s lucky,” Ely whispered, smirking, understanding Darbo’s smile. “Our black friend will be fucking 24 hours with that horse dick he has. Both pussy and ass, I would imagine.”

“Shut up, Ely. He is still a slave, whether fucking or fucked.”

“So are we, my friend, so are we,” Ely hissed.

Maleek was happy with the sale. But he knew that Philo would surely bring him double or even triple what he got for Darbo. He eyed Philo. The lad was so hot. He could have him one more time, couldn’t he? Maleek’s ass twitched as he remembered the way Philo had driven his hard huge and fat cock inside him.

“Dangar and Gaddock,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Take the Levantine and Israelite back to the ship. I will follow you soon.”

“But Master,” Dangar said with surprise, “aren’t you going to put these two animals for sale?”

Philo’s heart raced. Had Maleek changed his mind and was taking pity on them? Was he going to return them to Byblos? Oh gods, oh Astarte, please let it be so, he heaved.

With a leering smile, Maleek shook his head. “Tomorrow, Dangar. I will try to get better clients for the Levantine and maybe get something decent for the sissy-boy. Tomorrow.”

Philo and Ely found themselves some time later down in the hold of Maleek’s pirate ship, awaiting their fate with fear and consternation.

“Want me to suck you off, Philo?” Ely whispered.

“Shut up, Ely,” Philo said, but he pulled Ely’s head down onto his crotch as his young dick started to erect.

Ely bent down hastily and gobbled the hardening rod with a moan. Philo closed his eyes and arched his back. Yes, this felt very different from the sleazy slaver’s mouth. Ely was his friend and he was making love to his cock. Yes, this was different, the hung Levantine stud thought as he started to squirt down Ely’s throat, a thick steady stream of creamy young sperm.