If you are offended by stories of young boys, who are abused and beaten, do not read this story. This story is not factual, but is based on historical readings from the Roman Empire. If you are under 18 press your back button now.
Plautius and Benin drifted off into contented slumber, some hours later Plautius awoke feeling cold, he sat up with a start and saw Benin sleeping soundly next to him, wrapped in the covers, he did no more than put his feet on Benins buttocks and pushed him to the floor. Benin, startled, awoke with a searing pain in his buttocks as he landed on the floor, he crawled around the floor on all fours, and leant up against a couch, he soon fell back to sleep. As the early morning rays of the sun entered the room, Benin stirred, his buttocks were still tender from his punishment the night before, he relieved himself at the toilet, as he did so Plautius awoke, he beckoned Benin over, told him to turn around and slapped him on his buttocks, as the area was badly bruised, Benin felt the pain shudder through his body, "dont sleep in my bed again slave boy, or your punishment will be more severe if you do it gain." Said Plautius.
"Sorry, master sir" replied Benin.
"Get your belt boy." Plautius commanded.
Benin found the belt, put it on and Plautius secured it as before,
"Now go down to the kitchen and fetch my breakfast" Plautius told Benin.
Benin began to trot off when he was called back.
"Where are Romos balls", asked Plautius.
"Here master," said Benin.
"Take them to the cook and tell him to cook them and bring them back with my breakfast." Plautius instructed.
"Yes sir master." Replied Benin.
Benin scurried away, down to the kitchen, as soon as he entered the cook grabbed Benin by the ear. "Where were you last night, you little wretch" he asked.
"In my masters bed." replied Benin.
"Did he _f_u_c_k_ you." Asked the cook.
"Yes sir." Benin replied
"Did it hurt boy, probably not." he suggested, "he will only have a small _c_o_c_k_, wait to you get mine up your arse, and you will feel that." He laughed.
"Please sir, my master asks if you will cook these for him." Said Benin
"What are they" He enquired.
"Romos balls" replied Benin
"There is no accounting for taste, while you are waiting, tuck into some food, and tell me how does your master _f_u_c_k_ you with that belt on." The cook enquired.
"He has a key sir, and removes it." Replied Benin
"Oh, a key, that is interesting, you will steal it boy and bring it to me, so we can have some fun together." Demanded the cook.
Benin did not know what to say, if he stole the key he would get into trouble if found out, even if he got away with it, he did not want the cooks _c_o_c_k_ up his arse. He just replied,"Yes sir."
As Benin finished stuffing his face, the cook brought over the cooked balls, he stroked Benins neck, his fingers travelling down his back, down to the belt, he tugged on it but it was secure, the blacksmith had done a good job, the cook picked up a ladle and smacked Benin on his buttocks, pain from the bruising shot through his spine and Benin winced. Benin grabbed the balls put them on the tray and was up to his masters bedroom as fast as he could, away from the clutches of the fat cook.
"There you are Benin, at last I am ravishingly hungry this morning, and as a special treat you can eat your breakfast with me." Said Plautius.
"Thank-you sir master." Benin replied.
"Here, Benin, eat those." Said Plautius. He handed Romos balls to Benin.
Benins mouth dropped, he did not know if he could; only yesterday they were inside Romo. Benin took the plate, and hesitated, gingerly picking up one of the balls, he did not like the look of it, especially as it had a tube attached to the ball.
"Come, come Benin eat it up theres a good boy, I am told they are an aphrodisiac, they will make you more _s_e_x_y than you are already." Said Plautius.
Benin carried the ball to his mouth, and popped it in; he just let it rest in his mouth, not wanting to swallow it.
"Benin," commanded Plautius, "make sure you chew it, let the flavour treat your taste buds."
Benin plucked up courage and bit into the ball, it was surprisingly soft, and not unpleasant to the taste, he chewed quickly and swallowed, then took up the second ball, but this time did not hesitate, but just chewed it straight away and swallowed, he felt his stomach heave as the ball slid down his gullet, at the thought of what he was eating.
"Well done, Benin, I expect you to be doubly passionate to-night and excite me with your love making, you must think up new ways to please me. You can dress me now, as I have my class to go to, and Benin do not forget, you are to receive the second half of your punishment to-day, I will perform the task in front of my school friends, they will probably find it quite entertaining, also you will carry my books to class each day, starting to-day, then return here and clean my rooms, and make sure you do a good job, I do not expect to find a scrap of dust anywhere." Said Plautius.
"Yes sir master." Replied Benin.
Benin dressed Plautius, then put on his own tunic, took up Plautiuss books and followed his master to the classroom. They entered the classroom, the tutor stood at his desk, he welcomed Plautius, and the other students were already in attendance.
"Is this the slave boy you were telling me about, he is a fine looking fellow, he compliments your own personal beauty perfectly?" Enquired the Tutor.
Sartorius the tutor squirmed to Plautius, he was a lecherous old fool, and was always praising Plautius, it was important to him to carry favour with Crasus. Father of Plautius.
"I was wondering," continued Sartorius, "as you know we have been studying the human body, and have seen from the human skeleton the formation of the bone structure, I was wondering if you would agree that we could use your slave, to identify the muscle structure, it would be most helpful and much easier than identifying them from drawings?" Sartorius asked.
"I dont see why not, what time do you want him here." Asked Plautius
"I think at 1200 noon, after the late morning break would be ideal." Said Sartorius.
"Benin, be here at 1200, now off you go, you will have to work extra hard to clean my rooms in the time you have." Said Plautius.
Benin scurried off, wondering what was in store for him now, he worked diligently, dusting and cleaning, he put the dirty breakfast plates on the tray and took them back to the kitchen. Benin entered the kitchen, always wary of the reception he would get, and planned to skulk in, put down the tray and go, but the fat cook spied him and called him over, disappointed to see that Benin was wearing his metal belt. "Come here my pretty one." He commanded, Benin walked over to the man, who took hold of Benins arm and took him in to a small private room. "Now my boy, if I cannot _f_u_c_k_ you, you can suck me." At that point he spread his garment and took out his huge _c_o_c_k_, which was already standing up straight and hard. "Take that in your mouth boy." He instructed Benin. The smell of the fat mans _c_o_c_k_ made Benin reach in his throat. Benin knelt down in front of the fat man taking his _c_o_c_k_ in his mouth. Benin nearly choked as the cook took hold of Benins ears and pulled him down onto his _c_o_c_k_, the _c_o_c_k_ was so big it went down Benins throat, this made Benin heave and choke and he found it difficult to breathe, fortunately he came quickly, pumping cum down Benins throat. Benin coughed and spluttered, his mouth filling with cum as the cook withdrew his member. Benin stood up, and the cook wiped the excess cum from Benins lips with his finger and inserted the digit in Benins mouth for him to suck it clean. He dismissed the boy and said. "I look forward to the next time." The cooks laughter ringing in Benins ears, as he ran off as fast as he could, the salty taste filling his mouth. The sundial showed it was almost noon, so Benin tidied himself, and positioned himself outside the classroom.
Sartorius came to the door and beckoned Benin in to the classroom, "bow to your betters boy." Instructed Plautius. Benin complied; Sartorius took hold of Benin and stood him on a low lying table, a skeleton already took up the position adjacent to Benin, he looked at the skeleton, which gave him the creeps and wondered if that what he looked like without any skin. "We shall need him in the nude," Said Sartorius. "By all means." Replied Plautius, who got up, told Benin to remove his tunic and turn around while he undid the screw supporting the belt, which he removed. Benin started to scratch himself where the metal belt had chaffed his skin, it was an immense relief to have the belt removed, which was heavy and uncomfortable. "Hands on your head Benin." Said Plautius and await instructions from Sartorius. "Yes sir master." Benin meekly replied, feeling a little embarrassed at the tone of Plautiuss voice and his nudity. Plautiuss friends marvelled at his authority over the boy, and were jealous that he should have such a pretty boy as his slave. Sartorius looked at the boy with envy, his lean beautiful form, the fine chiselled features to his chin, the way his navel stood out in the middle of his belly, how he would love to bed the boy, but feared he would have to content himself with one of the boys from the cheap boy brothel in Rome.
Benin stood naked, next to the skeleton, his hands on his head, as Sartorius made comparisons with the skeleton, pointing out Benins pelvic bone in relation to the skeleton, how the bones in his feet matched that of the skeleton. He then started pointing out each muscle in Benins body, pointing with a stick, at his biceps, his triceps, his pectorals, his abdominal muscles, thigh and calf. This took some time as Sartorius lingered with his stick on Benins body, letting the stick glide down Benins frame; he made Benin arch his back, lift one foot at a time to show off his calf muscles. Sartorius could not resist lifting Benins _c_o_c_k_ with the stick, exposing his ball sac, all the time Benin had his hands on his head. Sartorius then had Benin turn around and told his pupils that the buttocks were the largest muscles in the body; he could not resist mentioning the bruising to Benins buttocks, which were a nice shade of yellow, blue and black. Plautius mentioned that Benin still had to receive the second half of his punishment, which he would administer after class.
"Why not do it here Plautius". Said Sartorius, "Why you can give instruction on punishment to your classmates, who I am sure will have slaves of their own one day."
"If you do not mind sir." Said Plautius.
"Not at all." Said Sartorius. "You can do it directly class finishes, how many strokes have you to give the boy?" He asked
"Only 20 sir." Replied Plautius.
Sartorius felt butterflies in his stomach and excited at the prospect of watching the boy receive his punishment. By the same token Benin felt nervous with the thought that he had to endure more pain and in front of an audience.
Sartorius continued his lesson, he deliberately ran the stick down Benins spine, slowly and lightly, this made Benin squirm, Sartorius then ran the stick up and down Benins crack in his buttocks, this gave a tingling sensation in Benins _c_o_c_k_, and he was playing with the boy, but hoped it did not show. Benins _c_o_c_k_ began to grow with the sensations running through his body. Sartorius then concluded the lesson, saying they would explore and discuss the boys reproductive organs, next week, and confirmed with Plautius that it would be in order to book Benins attendance on this day each week. Plautius agreed. Sartorius grinned with satisfaction.
Benin remained on the table, hands on head, while Plautius went to his rooms to fetch the canes. The three other boys rose from their desks and walked over to Benin, the eldest, 14 year old Magog, looked at Benin and could not resist stroking Benins _c_o_c_k_, then rolling it in his hands, then weighing Benins balls in his hands, Magog looked directly in Benins eyes, smiled and squeezed his balls, Benin winced, as he drew in breath. The second boy, about Benins age, by the name of Aristeed, said to Magog, he has got a big _c_o_c_k_, perhaps we will get a chance to play with it later. The third boy, Tristan who was much younger than his fellow classmates, just looked on and could not understand what all the fuss was about, this was probably due to the fact that he had not reached puberty yet.
"Now, now, boys, leave the slave alone until Plautius returns." Said Sartorius.
At that moment Plautius walked into the classroom carrying his canes.
"Do you remember why you are being punished slave boy?" Asked Plautius
"Yes sir master" Replied Benin.
"Yes, you stole my food did you not, but out of the kindness of my heart I gave you a special treat for breakfast this morning, didnt I." Enquired Plautius
"Yes sir master" Replied Benin
"I gave him Romos Balls to eat this morning." Plautius told his friends, who all laughed and thought it a good joke.
"Now to business, 20 strokes to be given, 10 on your buttocks Benin and 5 on each of the soles of your feet, I think" Said Plautius.
"But, but, "Said Benin,
"But what" Said Plautius, "do you think you should have more?"
"No, sir master." Said Benin.
"Very well, come down here and bend over," Plautius instructed.
Benin complied, Plautius pushed his head lower so his hands reached further down to his ankles, Plautius then practised with each of the canes, and chose a medium weight cane, slightly thicker than the one used previously, and he practised a few strokes.
"Dont forget to thank me after each stroke Benin" Said Plautius
"Yes sir master." Benin replied.
The first stroke landed squarely on Benins buttocks, his bruised and battered cheeks resounded with pain, he yelped, but did not forget to thank his master. Plautiuss classmates thought this great fun, as stroke after stroke landed on Benin, Sartorius, felt his _c_o_c_k_ growing as more pain was inflicted on the poor unfortunate Benin, finally the 10th stroke was given, tears of pain and anguish ran down Benins cheeks.
"Now for the second half of your punishment Benin" Said Plautius, kneel on the low table with your feet just hanging over the edge." Commanded Plautius.
Benin did as instructed, the soles of his feet pointing upwards, and your hands on your head, Benin found it difficult to keep his balance and the hard table hurt his knees. Plautius selected a different cane the thinnest and lightest, Plautius stood to one side, raised the cane and brought it down across the sole of Benins right foot, Benin could not believe the pain that the stroke had inflicted, the next stroke landed on the back of his toes, 3 more were applied to the right foot, then Plautius changed sides and repeated five strokes on the left sole, two of which landed on his toes. Benin could not control the twitching in his feet as the pain was excruciating. Plautius had not finished with him yet; he intended to show off to the full extent in front of his friends, who could not believe Plautius could be so cruel. Plautius asked Sartorius for a heavy book, he told Benin to hold the book above his head and not to move until told to do so. The heavy book made Benins arms ache, and increased the pain in his knees.
Magog found the whole experience exciting and his hard _c_o_c_k_ strained in his undergarment, he made up his mind to ask his father for his own slave, his father was a rich merchant and would probably wish to follow the example of Crasus. Meanwhile, Benin struggled to keep his balance and the book above his head.
Sartorius approached Plautius and suggested." You may consider it a good idea that you set your slave physical exercises each day and when you bring him to the class we can check his progress and measure his muscle development, I could devise a programme for you Plautius? ." He suggested.
"Yes I would like that, if you have the time sir." Said Plautius.
"Not a problem Plautius, we can start off with light exercises then progress the boy with longer and harder exercises, it would be interesting for you students to see how the muscles will grow and develop." Said Sartorius. The tutor was pleased with his own idea this would be a good opportunity for him to be involved with the slave, and who knows he might get an opportunity for more lecherous pursuits.
After some 20 minutes, Plautius relented and allowed Benin to relax his position and stand, this in fact was almost as painful as he put his feet to the ground the pain from his caned feet shot up his legs and he hopped from foot to foot. Plautius and his friends thought this a huge joke and laughed at poor Benin hopping about. Plautius had brought his cloth undergarment back with him, and told Benin to dress, but to leave off his tunic. And belt. Benin did as instructed; he struggled to get the tiny garment on without hurting the fresh bruising on his buttocks.
Plautius said goodbye to his class friends and told Benin to go in front of him back to his room, carrying his belt, so he could watch Benin hop about, on his way back he bumped into his father, who asked. "Why are you laughing my son."
"I have punished my slave on his feet, and he has to hop along when he walks, I think it looks so funny father." Said Plautius.
"I thought you would soon invent new punishments for the boy, you have done well, by the way, I am having my new slave boy punished tonight at 5.00 pm, after his attempted rape of the seamstresss girl, you may wish to come along and observe a hard thrashing, bring your boy, as it will be a good lesson for him as well." Said Crasus.
"Thank you father, I will." Replied Plautius.
Benin continued his hopping progress to Plautiuss room, his toes were swelling more and more, particularly the small toe on his right foot, which had received two blows of the cane, it was almost twice its normal size, and was throbbing with pain. The two boys entered the room, Benin was instructed to run his masters bath and disrobe him. Plautius wallowed in the hot water of his bath, while Benin bathed him.
"I wonder exactly what Sartorius has in mind for your exercise programme Benin?" Asked Plautius.
"I do not know, sir master." Replied Benin.
"I will make sure they are strenuous enough to build your muscles quickly, I want you to be the finest looking slave in all of Rome, and will you work hard at your exercises?" He asked Benin.
"I will master, I want you to be proud of me master." Said Benin
"Come jump in this bath, time is getting short, we do not want to miss the fun of Romo receiving his punishment, I will dry myself, but hurry Benin, or you will be joining Romo for further punishment. Benin scrubbed himself clean, but refrained from touching his buttocks and feet. Plautius sat on his bed watching Benin, as the boy towelled himself down, his skin shining, Plautius wanted Benin to pleasure him, but that could wait. Benin dressed Plautius in his finest garments and put clean undergarment and tunic on himself. Plautius inspected Benin and they both went off to the courtyard.
In the middle of the courtyard was a wooden rack with leather straps, a few feet away were two gilt chairs, Crasus entered and sat in one of the chairs and beckoned his son to sit in the other, Benin stood to the side and slightly behind Plautius, a Nubian slave stood by Crasus, he told the Nubian to fetch Romo. Romo was dragged into the courtyard a metal ring about his neck with a chain attached to each side, two Nubian slaves held each piece of chain and pulled Romo forward towards Crasus, and they pulled Romo down on his knees, where he was made to kiss Crasuss feet.
Crasus spoke," You, slave boy, tried to rape a servant, for this you will be severely punished and dependant on how you take your punishment, I will decide whether to keep you or sell you, punish him." He commanded.
Romo was dragged towards the rack his feet secured with leather ties, he was then bent forward and his wrists secured with further leather ties, with his back arched over the rack his buttocks were in the correct position to receive his punishment. The two Nubians took up their punishment instruments, each held a thick rattan cane, some 4 feet long, and Crasus gave the signal to commence. The first Nubian raised the cane and inflicted a mighty blow across Romos buttocks, Romo screamed at the force of the blow, the first Nubian stood to one side and the second took up his position and delivered the second blow, equally as hard as the first. Blow after blow was inflicted on Romos buttocks, his screams increased in intensity, Benin could see the flesh swell, the nerves in Romos buttocks made his muscles twitch. The two Nubians, began to sweat from the effort of inflicting the punishment, they wore just small genital supports, their arm muscles standing up hard as the punishment continued. Benin had lost count of the number of strokes, but he thought at least 30 had been inflicted, small areas of Romos skin began to blister and break open, and trickles of blood began to form. Relentlessly the punishment continued, Plautius shifted uneasily in his chair, this was either due to him feeling the punishment excessive or his _c_o_c_k_ was straining to get out, I think the latter was the case. Benin felt sorry for Romo, and temporarily forgot about his own discomfort on his feet and buttocks. In excess of 50 strokes had been given, when Crasus raised his hand, the punishment stopped. Crasus got up from his chair and took hold of Plautiuss hand and took him over to inspect Romos buttocks, which were now covered in blood. Crasus inspected the buttocks closely and explained to Plautius that the cuts were not too deep, and no permanent damage would result, so more punishment could be given; Plautius had difficulty walking properly as his _c_o_c_k_ was hard and was straining to get out of his garment. Crasus gave orders to throw water over Romo to revive him fully and the punishment could recommence. Both father and son settled down in their chairs and the order was given to start the caning again. A further 25 strokes were applied vigorously to Romo, when thankfully for him; Crasus gave the order to cease.
"Leave him tied up here tonight I will decide his fate tomorrow." He instructed. "There my son, that is a severe punishment, if you ever want to punish your boy to that extent you must gain my permission and I will supervise the punishment." Said Crasus
"Of course father, I hope Benin will never give me reason to have him punished that hard, I think my light punishments will keep him in line." Said Plautius.
From the pain Benin was suffering now, he thought to himself that he would never displease his boy master to warrant such punishment, he indeed, was not sure he would survive such a thrashing. He looked over at Romo, who was moaning lowly, blood ran down the back of his legs; his buttocks were a heaving mass of dismembered flesh. Benin trotted behind Plautius back to his rooms. The Nubians bowed lowly as Crasus left the courtyard.
Plautius walked quickly along the corridor to his rooms, Benin found it difficult to keep up, his feet were even more swollen from standing in the courtyard, they entered the room, Plautius immediately told Benin to strip off naked, and to get on the bed, and ripped his own clothes off , within a moment Benins legs were in the air and Plautius mounted him, thrusting his hard _c_o_c_k_ up Benins anus hole, he pushed the full length of his _c_o_c_k_ up Benin, pumping vigorously and emptied his cum inside Benin, Plautius lay momentarily on top of Benin, breathing heavily. "Did you find Romos punishment exciting Benin?" Asked Plautius.
"I was glad it was not me master sir, I will always try to please you, so that you will never have to punish me that way." Replied Benin.
I think it was because Romo was tied up and could not move, I found the experience exciting, I think I will experiment with you my slave boy." Said Plautius
"But master, master, I have been a good boy please do not punish me, master, please." Said Benin.
"No, no, Benin, I am not going to punish you, I am going to pleasure you." Said Plautius.
With that he fetched some ties from Benins tunics and told Benin to lie on his back on the bed, he then secured each wrist and ankle to the bed, Benin could not move, Plautius then started to stroke Benins naked body, lightly with his finger tips, he stroked Benins skin, from his head down his face, to his chest, he gently pinched Benins nipples, playing with them, this excited Benin, and his _c_o_c_k_ began to grow, he stroked Benins stomach, running circles round his navel, he then went down to his thighs, and very lightly, stroked the inside, slowly going up to Benins ball sac, and playing with his balls, Plautius pulled Benins pubic hairs, but refrained from touching his _c_o_c_k_, he then went back up to his face and inserted a finger in Benins mouth, who sucked on it. The excitement in Benins loins grew, his _c_o_c_k_ stood up high and hard. He then continued down and pinched Benins nipples, a bit harder this time, until Benin began to grown with pleasure, Plautiuss fingers ran down his belly, and gently stroked Benins _c_o_c_k_, Benin issued louder groans, then back to Benins nipples, he pinched them a bit harder and harder still until Benins _c_o_c_k_ exploded cum, he shot forth with such force that the creamy white liquid reached Benins face and down his belly, he moaned with pleasure.
Plautius sat on a couch peering over at Benin, it excited him to know that Benin was secured to the bed under his complete control, as he looked at Benin he became excited once again, his _c_o_c_k_ grew as he sat and played with it. Plautius stood up and walked over to Benin, climbed on the bed and sat on Benins chest, his _c_o_c_k_ was fully hard by now; he raised his buttocks and inserted his _c_o_c_k_ in Benins mouth. Benin sucked on it, taking it down his throat, after a short while Plautius was ready to cum again, as he started to ejaculate he withdrew his _c_o_c_k_ and spurted cum over Benins face, it went over Benins eyes and up his nostrils. Plautius sat on Benin for a few minutes, scooping the cum on his fingers and made Benin lick his fingers clean. Plautius got down from the bed and ran a fresh bath of water and cleansed himself.
"I am going to eat with my parents tonight who are entertaining guests, so I will not require your services, but I think it would be a good idea to start your exercises tonight Benin, so I will take you down to the waterwheel and you can spend a couple of hours pushing that round, I am sure it will be good for your leg muscles." Said Plautius.
"Yes sir master." Replied Benin. Who was not encouraged by the thought?
Plautius finished his bath and dried himself and selected a fine new tunic to wear, he then walked over to Benin and untied him, put on his belt, and told him to follow, and there was no attempt to clean up Benin.
Benin followed Plautius to the basement of the single story villa; they entered a room, which to Benins amazement had a stream of water running through it, at one end was a massive waterwheel, which was being turned by three young slaves, they stood on the shafts of the wheel and hung onto a wooden bar across the top, their wrists secured to the bar with leather thongs, as they pushed the wheel round with their feet, the buckets on each side of the wheel filled, and as the wheel turned, and the buckets reached the top they emptied into a shaft which fed the villa with water. The stream of water was from a natural hot spring, the temperature in the room was hot and steam rose from the water. Standing to one side was an elderly man, thin and wizened, he held a whip in his hand and by the looks of the slaves working the wheel he was not frightened to use it, as all the slaves bore the marks of the whip across their backs.
"Welcome master," Said the old man. "You have a new recruit for me Sir?" He questioned.
"No sir" Replied Plautius, he is my own personal slave, who I want to work the wheel to build up his muscles, how long do your slaves work the wheel?" Plautius enquired.
"About 2 hours is all they can stand unless I persuade them to give more." He replied and swung the whip above his head.
"That will be fine, two hours will be a good test for you Benin, and no use of the whip sir." He told the old man.
The slaves on the wheel were told to stop pushing, and the poor wretch in the middle of the three was untied, he was taken to a room at the end of the wheel house, the metal gate unlocked and he was thrown inside, Benin could just distinguish a group of slaves inside, obviously the replacements awaiting their turn. Benin had never seen this group of slaves before and assumed they never saw the light of day. As was common practise in Rome society, the more menial tasks in the villa were put out to tender and the old man would receive payment from the senator for services rendered. All he had to do was to keep his slaves alive, with sufficient strength to push the wheel.
Benin took up his place on the wheel and the old man climbed up the wheel and secured his wrists with a leather thong onto the wooden bar. Benin glanced from side to side looking at his companions, both were almost naked, just tiny pieces of ragged cloth secured their modesty, sweat poured from every pore in their skin, Benins metal belt was already secured in place, and the order was given to start turning the wheel. Benin pushed down with his compatriots, his right foot slipped on the wet wood of the wheel paddle and he grazed his shin.
"Hold yourself up with your hands boy, that way you will not slip." Said the old man.
After a great deal of effort, the heavy wheel turned slowly, the old man applying his whip to the boys either side of Benin to increase their efforts, eventually the wheel was turning fast enough to satisfy the old man. Benins feet were giving him a throbbing pain as he pushed down on the wheel, the result of his earlier punishment. Benin was soon bathed in sweat; the metal chastity belt was rubbing into his sides causing him further anguish. Little did Benin know, but most of the trios efforts were wasted if nobody used the water, as it just returned back into the stream after circling the villa water system. The three boys had to give a sustained effort to keep the wheel turning, after about an hour Benins legs ached, the pain in his feet increased as droplets of blood oozed from his toes from constantly pushing down on the rough timber.
"You would soon harden up my boy, if you were here everyday." Said the old man to Benin. "He then gave the order to stop and he mercifully took Benin down from his perch. He inspected Benins feet and told him to rest, he did not want to be accused of causing damage to the pet slave of Plautius. A replacement slave was brought out of the cage, a boy of some 12 years, broad and muscled, thick thighs and huge calf muscles.
"He is my best slave. He has worked for me for some 4 years, I am thinking of selling him now he is in his prime." Said the old man to Benin. "Do you think your master would like to buy him?" He enquired of Benin. Who just shrugged his shoulders, and realised how hungry he was, he hadnt eaten since breakfast this morning.
After a half hour rest, Benin was put back to the wheel for another half hour stretch. Mercifully the old man told him he had done well and his stint was finished, Benins legs shook when he tried to walk from the exertion.
"You may go boy, I will tell your master you did well." Said the old man.
Benin was glad to get out of this horrible place, which was constantly wet and algae grew up the walls, the faint smell of sulphur was making Benin cough, as he went back to his masters quarters, he looked around the room but could find nothing to eat, so he dried off his body and put on his tunic and went off to his own room. He sank down on his straw filled mattress, exhausted. Tebius was not there, obviously attending his master and guests, and poor Romo was still bent over the rack in the courtyard. The hunger pains in his belly gave him the cramp, but he could not face going to the kitchen and having to suck off the cooks smelly _c_o_c_k_. He half drifted off to sleep, but thoughts of his mother and father came into his head, he wondered what had become of them, he hoped they were safe and well, tears welled up in his eyes. He also thought of what had happened to himself over the last couple of days, he had always been a happy go-lucky boy, and enjoyed his life, now he was totally dominated by this boy, Plautius, a year younger than himself, the pangs of hunger gripped Benin again. Knowing the Nubian night guards would wake him and the other slaves in the morning; he drifted off to exhausted sleep