The Story of Philo

The two lads sat side by side in the hold of the pirate ship, rocking with the waves, feeling miserable.

“Do you really think that Maleek will send us back?” Ely asked his friend.

“You know, Ely,” Philo glared at the Israelite. “Sometimes you are pretty stupid in spite of your usually being smart.”

“But Philo, it is possible, isn’t it? He didn’t put us up for sale with the other boys today. Why?” Ely asked hopefully.

“Because, stupid Ely, he wants to draw as much money from our sale as he can! And by the way, what do you mean by us? It’s me whom he wants. He is keeping you as a threat to keep me in line.”

“Don’t you think I know that? And I know I am so lucky in having you. Without your protection, Philo, the dirty slaver would have given me over to his assistants to fuck. He already knows that I have experienced cock, so virginity is not an issue like it is with you.”

Ely’s eyes were tearing and he bent and kissed Philo’s right cheek. Philo instinctively turned and found Ely’s lips. They were left untied and unshackled since Maleek didn’t see any way that they could escape from the hold or arrange a revolt, just the two of them. They kissed like desperate lovers, their tears mixing, two lost lads, bound together by a hopeless and dark future.

“I love you, Ely,” Philo whispered. “I won’t allow anything to happen to you if I can.”

Ely whimpered, “But we are going to be separated tomorrow. No high-born senator is going to look at me. I am not as good-looking as you. Look at my nose. And I can’t be much of value for labor with my thin body. So what do you think anyone would want to buy me for, except prostitute me in some brothel or something similar.”

“Listen, Ely,” Philo whispered, his voice sounding stern. “When Maleek calls for me, I will pretend to be docile and have him unshackle me. Then I will jump him, knock him out, kill him if necessary, and I will come for you and we will run away.” Philo was out of breath, his smooth face cheeks turning red with the excitement, his eyes blazing.

There was a moment of silence. Finally, Ely heaved. “Have you seen the naked bodies hanged on crosses at the city gates? Philo, these people are slaves who ran away from their masters. They crucify run-aways.”

“No fucking matter,” Philo replied savagely, his courage and pride giving him more impetus. “I will do it, Ely. As I fuck the bastard with my cock I will strangle him with these hands.”

“Oh, Philo, no, please, no,” Ely begged. “Tell you what: once we are sold, we will find many ways to ingratiate ourselves to our masters. You are beautiful and I am smart. Do you think we would let ourselves be strung on a cross? No Philo. Believe me. We will find a way.”

Philo was silent with a concentrated look on his face. Ely knew that his proud friend was actually considering rebelling.

“Please, Philo. I know how you feel. But you have to promise not to do anything stupid. We can’t win against these evil people. Not yet. Promise me: by Astarte. Promise me, Philo.”

Philo stared at Ely, and then he slowly nodded his head, his curls bumping over his forehead as he realized the wisdom of his friend.

“I promise,” he finally said, deflated.

Philo hugged the weeping and pleading Israelite affectionately. Then he turned him on his side and laid his outstretched arm under his head as he spooned him, feeling the warmth of his body, getting him out of his solitude and despair. Was it the fact that because of feeling pity for Ely, Philo grew fond of him, wanted him near, was even sexually attracted to him? Philo had never been excited by other boys or by men sexually, but Ely was different. Did he think of the Israelite as a male at all? Or had he come to think of Ely as his fuck-buddy? Philo pressed harder on Ely’s back, hugging him tightly, feeling ache in his groin, as the two lads drifted into sleep.

 The morning found them entwined in a deep embrace.

Philo and Ely were roughly awakened by Dangar, who threw a pail of cold sea water on them. They jumped sputtering and shivering with the coldness as Dangar laughed heartily at his practical joke. For the two boys, it was not funny at all, but compared with the hardships they had had and the evil scenes they had witnessed, as well as what they imagined would also happen to them, this was the least of their worries.

“The master wants you two up in his cabin,” Dangar finally managed to say.

Philo leered at Dangar. He knew that the slaver knew that he had fucked his “master” Maleek and that he, Dangar, wouldn’t mind having a cupping feel at Philo’s equipment or maybe rub his dirty and slimy cock between the Levantine’s butt cheeks, humping them to ejaculation.

“Here, Dangar,” Philo said, dripping water and cupping his balls. “I promised you something, didn’t I?” The lad was fast learning how to use his endowment to his wellbeing.

Dangar’s eyes bulged. Slowly he removed Philo’s hand and replaced it with his. Ely snickered at seeing the slimy pirate hunger for cock.

“Go ahead, Dangar, play with it,” Ely taunted the pirate.

Dangar flashed an angry glance at Ely, fished out the flaccid and wet cock and wrapped his hand around it, stroking it, emitting moans as it started to harden and throb.

“I’ve never seen anything this big or thick,” he muttered almost to himself. “And I seen a lot!”

“I could let you suck it,” Philo laughed, “but the master takes priority, no?”

Dangar nodded sadly, but quickly pressed his bulging crotch onto Philo’s hip and started humping the lad as he stroked Philo’s cock to full erection.

“But if you don’t tell him,” Philo teased, feeling the pirate’s disgusting hardness against his hip, “I won’t.”

Dangar took this as an invitation, knelt down in front of Philo, and wrapped his lips around the engorged cock head. He took the cock shaft as deep as he could but he was only halfway down before he gagged and coughed. He got up, dropped his pants and started to hump his erection on Philo’s muscled butt cheek instead. He would not dare go inside the lad’s crack for fear that in his excitement he might thrust too hard and penetrate the virgin ass. That would surely get him in heaps of trouble.

Philo stood still letting the pirate get his release, which came a moment later in a hot liquid that Philo felt sliding down his thighs. Dangar, breathless, quickly and guiltily washed his cum off the boy’s butt and legs.

Philo sneered. “Maleek would love to hear how his assistant sucked cock and blew his nuts all over his merchandise.”

“Oh no,” Dangar groaned. “You promised, you worthless slave.”

“I’m not a slave yet, you bitch-man. You cock-sucking lowly pirate! Dirty and slimy good-for-nothing animal! A fucking whore and the son of a whore!” Philo shook with rage, clenching his fists, his whole body muscles taut with the force inside him.

“Philo, Philo,” Ely hissed pulling on Philo’s arm, the bicep muscle bunching out into a huge ball. “Philo, easy, my brother. Not now. Not here. Not with him.”

Seeing the muscled lad angry and almost ready to spring at him like a leopard, Dangar quickly stepped back, sighing.

“Ok, salves, let’s go,” he said trying to retain some of his power over the two boys, and after he secured their feet with chain, quickly climbing the ladder up to the open hatch.

Philo and Ely trudged behind Dangar and up to the slaver’s cabin, after Philo had tucked his cock and balls inside the loincloth. Maleek smiled at seeing the boys, baring his yellowed teeth and scratching his shaggy beard. Philo’s stomach turned as he realized what the sleazy slaver desired. Dangar unchained the boys and was ordered out of the cabin.

“Strip!” the slaver ordered as he approached the boys. They stripped and stood naked, statue-like in the middle of the cabin.

Maleek ran his hands over Philo’s rippled abdominals slowly, emitting low grunts and moans and starting to sweat. He cupped the Levantine’s hanging balls, his chapped palm barely containing the young nuts. At the same time, he fingered Ely’s ass crack with his fat fingers, the grunts and moans getting louder.

Philo was strongly tempted to attack the sweaty, slimy slave-master, but Ely’s warning look stopped him. Ely had explained that this was not the way out of their predicament. Even if they did get rid of Maleek, what about the others: Dangar and Gaddock? And the other pirates? And the oars-slaves? Philo had suggested that they could hijack the pirate ship and return to Teshret, which Ely had quickly ridiculed. “There would be the whole Roman fleet looking for us,” Ely had warned. “I don’t want to die on a cross, Philo.”

With a grunt, Maleek dropped his baggy pants and bent over in front of Philo, his hand pulling the teenager’s erecting monster cock inside his hairy crack. As Philo forcefully penetrated the anus, dry, the grunting Maleek grabbed Ely by the hair and made him kneel under him, pushing his own fat cock into the Israelite’s mouth. As before, Philo fucked without mercy, knowing the kind of pain he was effecting on the sleazy pirate. Ely, under Maleek, sucked as he stroked his own erected cock. The three blew their loads in a matter of minutes.

“See?” Maleek said, hitching up his trousers, his face glistening with sweat. “You have cooperated. And even though I know you think of me as a lowly pirate, I also am honorable. I will make sure that whoever buys you two will be merciful to you. Now let’s get you ready.”

As on the day before, Philo and Ely were scrubbed and washed, oiled and creamed, perfumed and groomed. Their garments were the finest they had ever worn. The loincloths were made of soft fabric and the tunics were sheer cotton, just transparent enough to outline their slim bodies underneath, so unlike the coarse woolen garments they had worn back in the Levant mountains. Philo’s hair curls were formed over his forehead, resembling the Greek statues of young naked lads. His short tunic emphasized his muscled thighs, and his crotch bulged invitingly.

On their way to the market place, they witnessed similar scenes of maltreatment of slaves as on the previous day.

“So, Master Maleek,” another slaver greeted Maleek when they reached the reserved spot in the main market. “All you have is two slaves today? And no musical show?”

Maleek grinned happily and nodded his head. “I display the jewel of my trade today. And he will bring me a fortune, my friend. For this one, there is no need for sales gimmicks.” He pointed toward Philo who stood behind the raised platform in all his young beauty and glory.

Apparently, word had gone around that Maleek had something special to auction, since a crowd was already gathering. Many of the men were there to watch, and hopefully, to prod and have a feel. But Maleek had set a rule: Whoever wanted to grope any of the slaves he put up for sale had to pay a sum of money as a deposit. If they decided to buy and the price agreed to, the deposit would be deducted from the sale price. Maleek’s shrewdness increased his income, and at the same time he was able to keep away the lingerers and the bawdy men who never intended or could afford to buy.

As he pocketed the deposits, Maleek had Dangar and Gaddock lead the men who had paid to check out Philo and Ely. Most of the men were interested in Philo, however, and their hands roamed over the young lad’s toned body and bulging crotch, as well as his bubbled butt. If a man tried to reach under the tunic, he would be admonished by Dangar and Gaddock, since in order to get a feel, they would have to pay another deposit.

The two lads felt like cattle the way the Romans laid their hands on them. They had watched how the buyers treated slaves, the cruelty and viciousness. Philo wondered uneasily why these men, so powerful and rich, should be so malicious towards other humans. Except, of course, the Roman nobility did not consider slaves as humans. But even animals. Philo had, in some way, cared for his goats back home. He knew them one by one, and knew their quirks, their likes and dislikes. He fed them, cared for them, was careful that they did not get hurt, was never brutal towards any of them. His body shivered under the fat and manicured fingers that were roaming all over his body.

For the closer checking of Philo or Ely, naked, another deposit was required and the boys were moved inside the shop that Maleek had rented. Even though, according to Roman laws, slaves of 16 years and younger can be examined naked in public, Maleek would not allow it in order to increase his income and tease others outside to pay the deposits.

Inside the shop, the two naked boys were poked and prodded and measured and rubbed. Needless to say, Philo drew the attention of the prospective buyers, senators and lords and noblemen, more than Ely.

Maleek watched, knowing that all of this would not lead to a sale. This was public relations, enhancing his reputation. He was waiting for the right senator to come. Every time one of the noblemen suggested a price, no matter how high, Maleek smiled and shook his head, as if the sum offered was pocket change. He had already intimated to an acquaintance of his, where he usually deposited his gold for interest, that he had a special kind of merchandize worthy of kings and emperors. He was sure that the senator he had in mind would show up and would offer top price.

After almost one hour, there was some commotion outside the shop and Maleek went out to see what the problem was. Sixteen brawny gladiator-like young men, bare-chested, wearing skimpy loincloths that barely covered their front genitals, with a string pulled under their testicles and up between their muscled and bubbled butts tied to the waist band, and sandals that were tied with leather straps around their legs and calves, were putting down a fancy-looking large lectica, or litter, the golden curtains of which drawn closed.

Normally, Roman lords and ladies used litters that necessitated eight or twelve bearers, but the sixteen bearers of this litter were a definite sign of the wealth and power of the owner. All sixteen slaves were of the same height, around in order to keep the litter level and comfortable, and aged between 18 and 20 years. Their muscular bodies were extremely impressive as the muscles rippled with sweat. 

Maleek immediately knew that this was the nobleman he was waiting for, Senator Karelius Pantius, possibly the most powerful and wealthiest of the Roman senate. He rushed towards the grand litter as it settled down and the bearers immediately knelt next to the poles they were carrying, their muscles taut, their skin glistening with beads of sweat, their heads bowed down in supplication for their lord and master, their toned almost-naked bodies rippling under the sun. Behind the litter was an entourage of slaves and servants carrying food and drink to supply their master if he wished.

As soon as the litter settled and the curtains drawn back, a young and muscular slave knelt on fours at its side. The venerable senator stepped down onto the back of the slave carefully and then down onto the ground.

Maleek bowed slightly in front of the 55-year-old senator. Although he was not a Roman, Maleek was a free citizen and thus was obliged to pay respects to Roman senators whenever he was in Rome, since they represented the Republic’s power and wealth.

“It is an honor, Lord Karelius,” Maleek said, a wide smile on his face, his hand placed on his chest as a sign of respect and welcome.

Karelius nodded, appreciating the acknowledgment of his status and the proper greeting, and stepped onto the cobble-stoned square. He was dressed in the classical fashion of Roman nobles: a white tunic. But over the tunic, the senator wrapped a toga of purple, which was the color designating a high-ranking senator, hemmed by golden thread. The toga was so long that the senator had to wrap it three times around his shoulder and still the edge of it almost touched the ground.

The senator walked slowly around the platform, aware of the looks that the crowding masses regarded him, a venerable lord, rich and respected, here to buy some slaves to add to his horde.

“So I was told, Master Maleek, that this time you have outstripped yourself by bringing in a ‘jewel’,” the senator said in a low voice.

“A jewel, your lordship that no one has ever put up for sale, a jewel that is worth to be in a king’s crown,” Maleek retorted, his voice tingling with greed. “And I have kept him especially for you to consider, my lord.”

The senator sauntered into the small shop and looked at the two lads, who were now wearing their garments. Maleek had intimated to Dangar to dress Philo and Ely before he hurried out to meet the senator. Karelius walked around the two boys, nodding his head, studying the physique of each carefully with his sharp black eyes, one hand rubbing his graying beard in consideration. He then slowly approached Philo and leaned forward, taking a deep whiff off Philo’s neck.

“Hmmm,” Karelius said, nodding his head. “Camphor, Master Maleek? And something else.” He took another whiff and rubbed the tip of his nose. “Very pleasant. Yes. What scent have you used on this slave?”

“Your Lordship, when I travel the seas, I collect the best from here and there. If this scent pleases you so, I will be more than happy to send a special phial of this special perfume with this slave when I deliver him to your villa.” Maleek was never going to impart the fact that all he had done was simply mixing some cedar and sandalwood with the camphor, giving the perfume a different and distinctive bouquet.

Maleek smiled shrewdly, knowing that he had hooked the senator onto Philo, even garbed. Karelius nodded, not commenting, also knowing the huge amount of gold that the slaver had placed on this lad. Karelius was different from other older noblemen who craved sexual adventures regardless of anything else. Karelius was also an artist. And he studied Philo and Ely with an artist’s eye. Slowly, he reached for Philo’s chin and turned his face sideways, studying the young handsome profile. He ran his fingers over the lips, rubbing gently, as if appreciating the touch of a flower petal. He noticed the deep-set eyes with long lashes and the almost touching eyebrows, lending the face masculinity beyond the actual age of the lad. He then moved towards Ely, noting the hooked nose and scrawny body.

Then the moment came for the real examination of the merchandise. Karelius would never trust the slaver’s word that the slaves were tame and virgin. He had to make sure that his gold would not be wasted. He untied the rope-belt around Philo’s waist and raised the tunic exposing the bulging loincloth, scant and wrapped tightly over the crotch outlining the thick penis and hefty balls.

Dangar rushed to help take off Philo’s tunic, but the senator shooed him away. Philo stood motionless, his eyes turned downwards to the floor of the shop, as the nobleman ran his hand over his smooth and rippled chest, Karelius’s fingers caressing the nipples and the abdominals down to the navel. Meanwhile, Ely watched, feeling ignored, but also quite proud of his friend and secret love being appreciated by such a highborn.

Karelius slowly brought his hand down onto Philo’s bulging crotch, tracing the thickening hair trail, taking his time, feeling the young meat as it stretched the cotton fabric, elated by the hardening under his caressing palm, moving down to cup the round balls, measuring, evaluating, considering. Before having Philo denuded totally, the senator checked the thighs, muscled and smooth, promising virility and physical superiority. As soon as the loincloth was removed, Karelius took a quick breath at the sight of the young lad’s semi-erected cock. He stepped back a few steps, leaning his head sideways, his eyes glued onto the beautiful specimen of a human stud standing naked in front of him. Philo, naked and standing straight, looked nothing short of god-like, from his black hair curls crowning his head down to his man-feet planted solidly onto the floor under him. Of all the hundreds of slaves that the senator had owned, this one was special, mysterious, exceptional, out of the ordinary.

Philo’s eyes remained lowered, staring at the floor, hating every second of this humiliating examination, which reminded him of how his father examined goats and donkeys and other animals before he bought them. He trembled inside, but he made sure that none of this was translated into his body language. On the contrary, Philo willed his tumescent penis to erect for the nobleman, bringing to his mind Salimana’s breasts under his caressing hands and Ely’s wet and warm mouth around his cock head.

As the huge cock hardened and rose upwards, majestically, exposing the hanging balls low under the thick base, Karelius stared with an open mouth, his facial expression showing wonder no matter how hard he tried to hide his real appreciation from the slaver and the others in the small shop. The lad was worth every coin the slimy slaver was asking for. Like a fat anaconda, Philo’s cock uncoiled, thick and imposing, its one eye slit glistening, a symbol of youth and masculine vigor.

With his eyes glued to Philo’s erecting cock, mesmerized by the size and girth, Karelius mumbled to Maleek, “You know, Master Maleek, this boy will not be popular in Greece. His tool is too big for his body. It destroys the body’s harmony.”

 Maleek snickered. They all used this gambit to try to lower the prices. “Your Lordship, but this is Rome, and you are certainly not Greek. You know very well the worth of the slave’s endowment. Ask the ladies. In bed; it’s the size that matters and to hell with body harmony, eh?”

Karelius nodded, upset by the slaver’s vulgarity but knowing full well that he was going to fork out whatever the slimy bastard of a slaver demanded. He reached and grabbed Philo’s hard cock, squeezing on it, pulling back the foreskin, admiring the exposed pink head, feeling the shaft throbbing, testing its rigidity. After a few strokes, Philo suddenly arched his back, raised his head as if looking up at the sky, his neck muscles taut, his abdominals rippled, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and he gave out a stifled grunt, and shot his load. The senator tried to step back, taken by surprise, but Philo’s first squirt was so strong and went so far as to splash creamy white liquid all over the expensive crimson toga of the amazed senator. Like a slow-motion scene, Ely watched his young friend as he stood like a super being and squirted all over the nobleman.

“Oh, gods,” Karelius grunted. The second squirt was even stronger than the first and it hit the skin under the nobleman’s neck. Cum started to flow down over his tunic. It looked like the boy would not stop squirting; nevertheless, the senator kept his hand pressing on the throbbing and exploding cock shaft until, finally, the squirts dwindled into thick drops covering the senator’s hand and dripping onto the floor.

Anger flaring out of his eyes, Karelius let go of the slimy cock and with a sudden movement slapped Philo’s face hard. The animal had squirted his cum on the honorable senator, never to be heard of. Karelius realized that the slave in front of him needed a lot of taming.

 “Your Lordship,” Maleek added into Karelius’s ear, satisfied with the way Philo had impressively ejaculated and at the same time elated by the fact that Karelius delivered an immediate punishment, letting his anger subside, “to get the full cooperation of this slave, and to avoid marring his beautiful young body with punishing lashes, the other one must be bought along with him.”

Maleek knew that this was the most opportune moment to demand the highest price he would ever be able to squeeze out of the rich senator, whose hand was covered with Philo’s cream and his expensive toga spotted with thick strings of boy sperm.

“What?” Karelius turned angrily towards Maleek, wiping his grimy hand on his already soiled toga. “What would I want to do with that other scrawny, ugly one?”

“Well, as I understand, you have quite a financial interest in one of the businesses down by the main pier. The boy will fit nicely there. I’m sure that many horny sailors would pay their makings gladly to spend some time with him. He is young and versatile, and that would make the Levant slave docile and obedient to your wishes and whims. Besides, the Israelite slave could always serve the clients, preparing their baths, washing their bodies, bringing in the drinks and the fruits, and what not.”

The senator scratched his head, his eyes roaming over the two boys. The Levantine was a must. Now that he was satisfied with Philo’s virility, he turned him around and felt the downy and bubbled butt appreciatively. Slowly, he spread Philo’s butt cheeks exposing the fuzzy crack. He slipped his hand inside, finding the hole with his forefinger. He had to check whether the slave was a virgin as the slaver had claimed. He pushed into Philo’s ass as the instinctive reaction of being invaded, even by a finger, Philo tightened his rectal muscle. Karelius felt the pressure and realized that his slave had not had anything up his ass.

Karelius knew that his wife Cassandra would very much appreciate such a young stud. If the slaver would accept a much lower sum for the other one, Karelius might be willing. He hated letting this hunk of a boy out of his hands. It was not often, if actually very rare, that a young teen-boy hung like a stud, beautiful like the morning, virgin and pure, was brought in for slavery. Usually, the virile men were captured in battle, in their twenties. The young age coupled with the manly physique of this boy sent shivers down the senator’s spine as he squeezed the young, firm buttocks lightly.

Without much haggling, since Karelius was way above such lowly action with such a lowly person as the pirate, the senator handed Maleek five full pouches, heavy with gold coins. The slaver grabbed the pouches greedily, his eyes shifting and checking to see if there were any potential dangers or risks.

Immediately, at a nod from Maleek, Dangar and Gaddock rushed and pushed Philo and Ely onto their knees in front of their new owner.

Maleek had to follow the customary traditional formula. He recited loudly: “Kneel and prostrate in front of your new master, slaves. Kiss his feet and beg for his mercy, pleading him to allow you to live so that you can humbly serve him until the end of your life.”

After this declaration and ceremony of taking possession of the slaves, Karelius motioned to one of his guards who approached the two lads and chained them, placing a special collar around each of their necks, made of brown leather and striped with light tan lines, indicating Karelius ownership. Then he pulled them behind him on leashes out of the shop, naked, like purchased cattle, and tied the leashes and their hands to the back of the senator’s litter.

As the senator climbed into his carriage by stepping onto the muscled back of the kneeling slave, and the litter-bearers got ready to lift him, Maleek sneaked out of the shop and hurried to the money depositors to make sure that the gold was safe. He would give Dangar and Gaddock their shares later. For now, he was in no shape to wander the streets of Rome laden with golden coins, nor could he trust any of his men with such a large fortune.

As the litter-bearers heaved up lifting the heavy litter and moved forward, dragging the two now-sold-and-bought-with-gold-coin-slaves behind the litter, Ely glanced sideways at his friend. His heart ached to notice tears flowing down Philo’s handsomely chiseled face.

“We’re together, Philo,” Ely whispered. “Same owner. It could have been worse.”

Philo choked and tried to swallow the lump stuck in his throat, but he couldn’t utter a word, lest he burst out crying loudly like a woman. He just trudged behind the carriage in total misery, beautifully naked, a jewel.