Maximus: Lucius will bring the new boy to me today. I am excited about him. He has the whitest hair I have seen and is body is smooth and pale. His buttocks are pert, like the serving maiden who attends my father. Her breasts are shapely and tight but of good size, so it is with this boys buttocks. I am very lucky to have the boy. I know that the first time I make him available my friends Claudius and Antedios will fight over him. There will be a wager made and we will have much fun. I bet that Claudius will in.
Lucius will have to train the boy first though, I can see a spirit in his eyes, when his fear drops for a moment. It will be a few more weeks until the boy is ready but we will make a start today.
Me: Last night the boy I stay with returned late. It was dark. He was sobbing out of control and in the night he disturbed my sleep with moans. I was scared again and wished I was back in the village with my parents. In my mind I began to think of my mother and that made me unhappy. She would be worried about me as I was about her and my father. Would I see them again soon and why was I here in this terrible place. The skin on my buttocks was still sore from the whipping I had received the day before. I had done nothing wrong and I do not know why the man is so cruel to me and the other boy.
In the day light I turned over facing the boy and saw the reason for his cries. His back and buttocks were covered with red weals and the stain of blood where he had been cut. The marks seemed to be made by a knife. I cried when I saw what the man had done to him and that woke the red haired boy. He turned in his bed slowly to face me and his hair was matted with sweat. His eyes looked dark and tired. He said nothing and simply closed his eyes.
The next thing that happened was when the man came for me again. He tied my collar and then led me, this time by the hand, to the room where he watched me perform my functions and then bathed me. The same old lady came back, poured the sweet smelling liquid into the water and then washed and repeated the process of pulling my hair with the small bone implement she had used before. I was taken to the large room where people were busy working and given some food to eat. I did not know what the food was but it tasted good. One of the other servants, a young woman, came to touch my hair and then giggled as she returned to her work. By now I had noticed that all the others in the house, beside me and the other boy, had dark hair and that was the reason they looked at me. I dropped some food on my tunic and the man took it off in the middle of the room. The others looked. I cowed away, expecting to get a beating but the old lady handed the man a clean tunic and the man put it on me and snarled someting at me. I looked at the floor, afraid of what he would do to me.
Then I was led away. The man collected his small whip which he had left on a table in the hallway and we marched off in the same direction as we had done two days before, towards the room where the older boy called Maximus lived.