My first story in this series was taken in its entirety from the second century writer Lucius Apuleius "The Golden Ass". Alas, Apuleius did not write any more episodes with a cp motif, but nearly 2000 years later, he finds himself with an imitator! I hope you will enjoy being taken back to the second century and reading about Apuleius further adventures as a donkey....
Soon after my master, the baker, had whipped the rear end of his wifes teenage lover and chased him out of his house, she went to an old witch and had a spell put on her husband, wicked woman as she was. Over the next few weeks the poor man gradually lost his mind until one dark and dismal evening, they found his body swinging from the rafters in his barn. After the funeral his wicked wife sold the mill and the house and bought a nice villa on the outskirts of Rome. Most of the donkeys, worn out by long years of toil grinding at the mill, were sent to the knackers yard. I, however, only having been with the baker for a couple of months, was still in pretty good shape, so I was spared from being turned into pet food. I was put up for auction and sold to the highest bidder.
My new master, Marcus Aronius, was a red-faced, middle-aged fellow with a distinct bulge at his waist, which even his long-flowing toga could not disguise. In his earlier years he had not been bad-looking, but he had slightly bulging eyes and his hair was like coarse tufts of grass. He had an unpleasant smile and I did not like the look of him at all. I was led back to a stable, where the conditions were abysmal. It was damp and draughty and only by snuggling under a pile of straw in one corner could I keep warm when the cold winter winds blew off the sea.
Aronius earned his living from his prize vineyard. Every year it produced the most exquisite wine, which was decanted into amphoras and sold all over the empire at the most outrageous prices. He had a magnificent villa with all modern amenities. I couldnt imagine why he had bothered to purchase me, though I liked to think I was a very cute donkey with lovely brown, pleading eyes and a beautiful golden-brown hide. Even two months at that awful mill had not destroyed my beauty.
I was soon to find out why Aronius had bought me. He had never been married and over the years he had had a string of mistresses, including many married women, passing in and out of the house. His indiscretions had come very close to being exposed, but he had managed to avoid scandal by a judicious use of bribes. Now, however, Marcus Aronius dreamed of becoming a senator. Such dalliances with local women could not continue if that dream was to be realised. He was not particularly attracted to boys, and besides, keeping a free-born boy at home might not be any less scandalous than flirting with the wives of local dignitaries. As for buying a pretty slave boy or girl, well, the prices were extortionate and Aronius was mean with his money.
The only good thing about my new residence was that I was reasonably well fed and at least I no longer had to grind at that confounded mill. In fact, I had no duties at all and was starting to put on weight from lack of exercise.
One evening Aronius burst into my stable. He was obviously the worse for drink. That year there had been a bumper harvest and he had been celebrating with friends. I was contentedly munching the fodder that had been placed in my manger by the old servant who tended me. Aronius lifted his toga and tucked it into the belt round his waist. As I turned round to look, my gaze met the most enormous member I have ever seen. It must have been ten inches long and was the thickness of a truncheon. Before I could do anything, it was pressing on my anus and slowly working its way up my back passage. The sensation was not altogether unpleasant and the sweaty body of my new master warmed me up in that dreadful apology for a stable. At least a donkeys back passage is wide enough to take such an enormous invader without too much discomfort.
However, I felt distinctly annoyed with Aronius. If I was to be his latest lover, he might at least provide me with accommodation worthy of my status and he obviously had no intention of doing that. The question was how could I engineer things so that I could get myself out of this hovel into some nice luxurious quarters. Fortunately for me, on the fourth or fifth occasion when Aronius was busy stuffing me, he was disturbed by an aristocratic lady named Pulchria, a guest at one of Aronius frequent parties. She was not at all perturbed by his rather compromising position, but even so he was highly embarrassed and rapidly extricated himself from my rear end with a loud plop.
"So thats where you are, darling! Everyone at the party is looking for you. Didnt realise you were out here enjoying the crisp night air and ....er.... the local fauna. Senator Lucretius is looking for you. I think a place has opened up for you in the senate and with a bit of luck you may get the position if you play your cards right. Pity if he knew about your predilection for donkeys. I dont think that would help your chances."
"Oh Pulchria! You wont tell anyone about this. You know I cant play around with the local ladies while my application to become a senator is still in the pipeline. I get so horny sometimes I have to pay my little donkey friend a visit."
"I wouldnt dream of telling anyone, Aronius," she said with a silken voice. "But in return I expect you to provide me with a bit of fun. Come round to my villa next Monday. Ill expect you at noon. Dont be late. Oh, and bring that gorgeous little donkey with you."
Aronius inwardly groaned. He really did not want to go and visit Pulchria. There were rumours that she had strange _s_e_x_ual proclivities and she now had a handle with which to blackmail him. Something told him he was sliding down into a pit which might be very difficult to get out of again.
Pulchria was a rich widow in her forties, still quite attractive, but not a lady to mess with. She had a will of iron and was used to getting her own way. She had had any number of suitors, but preferred to remain single and retain the power she had as a single woman. She was languidly reclining on a couch in her home when Aronius was ushered in by one of the slaves. I was tethered outside in a walled garden near the window of the room they were in. The slave was dismissed and Pulchria barred the door of the room so that she and Aronius would not be disturbed.
"So lovely you could come, darling, and right on time," she said, glancing at the sun-dial. "Ive got a surprise for you."
She then led him out into the walled garden, where I was tethered, contentedly munching the lush grass. On a bench in the corner sat an enormous black slave with his huge, muscular arms crossed over his chest.
Pulchria was delighted with the inroads I had made into her lawn. "What a useful little donkey he is! Why, I could use him to keep the grass short."
"Youre welcome to the little s**t for all the trouble hes been to me," replied Aronius, which I thought was a most hard-hearted remark, considering all the pleasure I had given him.
"Thank you, Aronius! Thats very sweet of you! But before you part company with him, I would like you to enjoy him one last time."
"What?! Not here, surely?"
"Oh, my garden is very private, Aronius. There is no one here to see you except me and my gorgeous black slave Nigrellus. It was really quite a turn-on to see you working hard on your little donkey last week. I would like to see you do it again."
"But.... But...."
"No buts, Aronius, unless you want to kiss goodbye to your chances of becoming a senator. Nigrellus over there is going to help you give your donkey a goodbye f**k."
Nigrellus rose from the bench and walked over to his mistress. He was huge and must have been four and half cubits (6ft 9) tall. He had a leather harness in his hand which he gently and lovingly placed on me. There were leather straps attached to it which dangled down towards the ground. Nigrellus then took the reluctant Aronius over to where I was standing. He lifted Aronius toga and tucked it into his belt. As I glanced round I saw my master had a growing erection. Nigrellus then passed Aronius wrists through the straps and pulled them tight. Aronius yelped as his male member scraped across my coarse hair and came to rest on my anus. As he started to penetrate me, Nigrellus pulled his straps even tighter so that Aronius could not come out of me even if he had wanted to.
"Emm, emm...." said Aronius grunting with pleasure.
While he was thus engaged in what was to be his last act of love-making with me. Nigrellus and Pulchria had gone off to the garden shed and brought back a couple of fearsome-looking birch-rods. Each of them consisted of a dozen or so switches bound together with twine and must have been nearly three cubits (4ft 6) long. Aronius was so busy enjoying me he did not notice them either going or returning.
Suddenly the quietness of the garden was punctuated by a loud swishing sound as Nigrellus birch landed squarely across Aronius buttocks. The totally unexpected pain caused him to yell and jerk suddenly, but he could not extricate himself from my rear end, nor could he avoid the next stroke, which came from Pulchrias birch.
"And now, Aronius, were going to have a bit of fun. I could have blackmailed you for money, but heaven knows Ive got plenty of it myself – probably more than you. It gets awfully boring up here in my villa and for ages Ive had this gorgeous fantasy of tying a bare-bottomed male over the rear end of a donkey and thrashing him with a birch. And you, dear Aronius, have helped me to implement that fantasy. Dont worry, darling, after youve given me this little bit of pleasure, Ill keep quiet about your little secret."
Aronius realised he was completely helpless – physically and mentally – to refuse Pulchrias demands. After a long gap Nigrellus birch landed again on his quivering buttocks, followed soon after by a stroke from Pulchria. The two strokes delivered in quick succession made Aronius yell like a pig being carted off for slaughter. But his erection inside me seemed, if anything, to grow harder. As the swishing continued he started to buck and suddenly I felt the familiar wet gush inside me. Aronius gasped and sobbed as the birch strokes continued to rain down on his unprotected rear and as I turned my head to one side I noticed Pulchria rubbing herself in evident enjoyment of the scene. Eventually they decided that Aronius had had enough and Nigrellus released him from his humiliating position draped over my rump. As I turned my head again, I noticed that his buttocks were bright red from the birch strokes and there were spots of blood in places. Tears were streaming down his face, though strangely he did not seem too put out or angry. I suspect he had derived some perverted pleasure from his chastisement.
Pulchria then unbarred the door, clapped her hands and had wine and nibbles brought to the room. Aronius seemed to regain his poise again and the relief on his face was evident. He had had one last fling with me and his indiscretion the previous week had only cost him a donkey and a sore bottom. He hadnt had to fork out an enormous bribe to keep the incident quiet and it was now nearly certain that he would realise his lifes ambition of becoming a senator. It seemed a very reasonable, if rather painful, price to pay.
I was delighted to solve the problem of my atrocious accommodation. The stable Pulchria provided me was truly luxurious. It had an enormous pile of soft clean straw to lie on and no cold draughts to avoid. There was also a pool with a little fountain at one end of the walled garden where I could constantly slake my thirst. As well as the lush green lawn in her garden, I had a continual supply of top quality fodder to eat. Pulchria turned out to be a lovely, kind mistress who lavished care and attention on me. I could have almost wished to remain as I was – a contented, lazy donkey with an easy life. But I knew inside I was really a man trapped in a donkeys body, and despite my new and favourable circumstances, I longed for a way of escape. But that is leading me towards my next story, so I really ought to bring this one to an end and say goodbye for now.