Different story altogether.
"Psst! Who's the new boy?" Corin opened his eyes, his head spinning. The straw scattered over the dirt floor had allowed him to sleep. It was not yet light, but his eyes had adjusted to the dark. His mind rushed as he remembered his surroundings. Captured! Stolen from his tribe by a group of legionnaires. Him, the son of the clan's headman, successor to his father in only a few short years when he would come of age. Now his world was turned upside down. He remembered only steel and a brutal thump upon his head, then sounds and shouts from beneath his blindfold as the legionnaires traveled by horseback.
He knew the soldiers were Roman because not only were they the only people to dare to steal him from his father, but he had learned Latin since birth to prepare him for necessary diplomacy upon his ascension to leadership of the clan. He knew, however, that none of this would be so now that his life was turned upside down.
"Is he awake?"
He felt a prod on his head. His mind rushed back to the present. He searched in the dark and saw the faces of two boys leering over him.
"Hey! What's your name?"
Corin sat up. "My name is Corin," he said slowly, in accented Latin.
The boys looked taken aback. He saw the face of one slowly turn red with anger.
"A fucking barbarian," he whispered.
"Marcus, he knows Latin. Maybe he's just from some weird province near Constantinople," the other said.
"Are you?" the one called Marcus asked.
Corin's mind reeled. They spoke too quickly. He understood them, but it was hard. Through the language barrier, it was hard for him to understand their intentions. Slowly, he replied, "Um, I'm an Aedui. We're peaceful, we are not at war with Rome."
He could see anger come over both boys. "What did I tell you, Neil?" Marcus said. Neil leaned over Corin and slapped him across the face.
"Fucking barbarian," he muttered. Corin's blood boiled. Nobody could treat him like that, especially not two Roman boys! He examined them quickly. Both boys were slightly bigger than him, but not by much. Their tanned bodies told a story of a life at work, although neither had the muscles of a man they were both lean and toned. Both wore only the customary loincloth of a lowly born Roman, and he guessed that they were both slaves. He, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy of roughly sixteen winters, still had his tunic with him. He was dirty and still exhausted from his ordeals and quite hungry. He knew he might be able to hold off one, but taking on both would be madness.
Neil slapped him again. He sat there and stared Neil down, defiance in his eyes. Without missing a beat, Neil leaned in and slapped him once more. Corin's restraint snapped. He lunged at Neil, who easily dodged him and pressed him to the floor. Neil's elbows dug into Corin's back and he slapped him across the ears. Corin's face was pressed against the dirty floor, his legs flailing. He felt Neil sit on his back, he tried to dislodge him but Marcus scuttled in, pinning his arms to the floor, leaning with his whole weight on Corin's wrists.
Corin was helpless. "What should we do with this barbarian whelp?" he heard Marcus ask. "He's property, so we can't kill him like his kin did to my father," Neil replied, "But I'm sure nobody will care if we rough him up a bit."
There was silence for a moment. "We can't actually," Marcus said, calmer. "He'll be washed up and oiled tomorrow, but if they find marks on him they'll beat us. He's going to be sold tomorrow."
"Fuck," muttered Neil. "We need to teach this brat a lesson."
Corin laid there, sprawled on the grass. Thoughts raced through his head as he tried to wiggle his way out. The boys were heavy, though, and he had no chance. One odd emotion rippled through him, however. He could never give up when he was part of the tribe, although throughout his training his mind often screamed at him that he should. A sense, similar to relief, flowed through him. Yes, he was frightened, even terrified at what lay in store for him. However, the sense of no longer being in control of his own fate held some kind of satisfaction for him. No matter what he did, he could never be at fault. All he had to do was endure what was in store for him, try to minimize the pain and enjoy what few pleasures remained.
The boys whispered above him. He couldn't make out what they said, then he heard a low almost-giggle. "Fuckin' barbarian, he'd probably like it, Neil. He's a little bitch anyway. Still, there's no better way to put him in his place. Besides, I haven't been with a girl since Aurelia last year. Let's do it."
A felt their weight shift and he tried to push himself up. Neil grabbed him by his hair, however, and pulled sharply. He was helpless as he felt Neil reach under his legs and tug at his loincloth. His eyes bugged out as he realized what they were doing.
"No! Please don't!" he whispered in horror. They wouldn't! They couldn't! He felt a hand squeeze his buttocks and a shiver ran through him. His hands, still pinned down by Marcus, clenched. He struggled harder and harder, wriggling and trying to wrench his head and hands away. Neil's weight still pressed him down and Marcus didn't once let go of his hands. The struggle lasted for a minute as he shook his body back and forth, trying desperately to break loose. It was to no avail and he gave up, panting.
"Little bitch's given up already?" he heard Marcus growl. "Pathetic. I bet he wants it."
Corin tried one last, weak effort and realized he was sapped of strength. Wrestling had never been his forte and he knew from this position he had no chance.
Neil's hand reached down once more and roamed over his ass. "Smooth, soft..." Corin heard the boy say. Corin's emotions raced and he felt a tear form in his eye. He would not cry! Not now!
*thtoo* Neil's hand disappeared and then he felt it again. This time a slimy finger prodded at his anus. Despair filled Corin as he gave one last, weak struggle.
He felt the finger slowly penetrate. The chilly finger felt intrusive, yet there was no pain. It slid right in, the slimy spit aiding it until it felt like it was all the way in. Suddenly, he felt the finger go even further and realized it was only halfway before. An involuntary grunt escaped his lips as the finger brushed against a bulge in his insides. A strange pleasure filled his bottom as the finger stroked the bulge. He felt blood start to flow through his loins.
He groaned once more as he heard Neil spit again and a second finger prodded next to the first. This time it was harder with less pleasure as the fingers probed and wiggled. He felt his bottom stretch to accommodate them. He tried to remain silent, but slight moans and gasps came out as the two fingers turned to three. This time he felt a painful stretching, yet by now he almost craved it. His cock felt painful as it was squished beneath him.
"What did I tell you?" Marcus said. "No fight and I bet he likes it!"
Neil's hand pulled out of his ass and reached down below him. "The kid's as hard as a rock. He fucking loves it."
Corin tried to protest, humiliation racing through him. He knew he liked girls, yet he had never slept with one. This had never happened to him, but it was true, his dick was throbbing and he felt a strange craving. When Neil's fingers slipped out of him, he wanted them back, stroking that bulge inside him.
He felt Neil's weight off his back, and he gratefully pushed his knees up to relieve the pressure on his dick. He felt it dangle below him and tried to pull his hands away from Marcus but gave up quickly as he realized it was hopeless. He looked behind him and saw Neil remove his loincloth, his hard member popping free. It was only slightly larger than Corin's, but Corin couldn't imagine such a thick, long thing in his ass. He closed his eyes and could only look at the floor as he felt the tip prod at his slimy hole. One more wad of spit helped the soft, thick shaft push in partway.
He felt himself widen to take it and he shivered with an unknown delight, even as his mind screamed in horror. His breath escaped him as he felt the shaft push deeper inside him, thrusting all the way in. He gasped loudly, pleasure coursing through him. His cock twitched and he knew that it would be dripping with precum.
That, however, was nothing compared to what was to come. The second thrust was quicker and rougher than the first and Corin's gasp became a slight yelp. The third was even faster and the yelp became louder. He thanked all the gods he knew that Neil had used lots of spit, and had used his fingers first, he knew that without them he would be bleeding inside already. Now, however, he felt only intense pleasure each time the rod pushed against that spot inside him. It felt like a combination of a need to pee and orgasm at the same time.
The thrusting continued, accelerating in pace and force. He felt Neil's balls slap against his own as his yelps and gasps escaped his lips. The pounding went on for what seemed like forever. Finally, with one last deep push that caused him to yelp louder than ever, he felt the thickness pulse inside him again and again. A warmth filled his slick hole and as Neil pulled out, he felt a dripping wetness slide down his thigh, onto his balls and down to the floor.
He had barely time to catch his breath and still recovering, he felt the boys change positions. His mind whirled as he felt the second cock push inside him. This time it was easier, the Neil's cum helping Marcus' thrusting immensely. His ass squished as the dick rammed into it again and again and his own dick throbbed with desire. This round was shorter and Marcus came fairly quickly. The two boys exchanged slaps on the hand when they were finished. Marcus pulled his wilting cock out of Corin's ass and Corin gave one last sigh.
He dimly lay there as he felt them grab his tunic and loincloth and yank them away. His ass puckered and felt open as it dripped out onto his legs and ballsack, sliding down his still-hard dick. The boys let go of him and sat back, watching him.
"Look at him! He's panting like a bitch in heat!" Neil exclaimed. "Look at his dick, it's fucking throbbing!"
His shame and humiliation knew no bounds. Redness coated his fair cheeks, yet he knew he would have to relieve himself. He had never been so turned on in all his life. He reached down and softly touched his dick. It clenched beneath him, craving his touch. Marcus and Neil laughed out loud. "Now he's going to do it! He liked it!"
He turned away from them but they grabbed his arms. "Tug at it, bitch! Make yourself cum like a goddamn barbarian woman." Their words stung, yet he knew he had to give in. He tried to justify it in his mind but knew he couldn't. Finally he grabbed his throbbing dick and tugged at it, the precum, spit and cum from the two boys creating a slickness on his hands. It was probably only a few seconds before he felt his loins clench tighter than ever before. The first spurt landed right on his stomach, the second only a little below. Four, five, six bursts gushed out, coating his hands and abdomen. He heard the laughter of Neil and Marcus as shame coursed through him once more. He tried to wipe off the cum but it only spread it around.
The boys lost interest after a few minutes and went to a corner of the cell, laughing to themselves. He was left in his own sticky mess, with only his thoughts. |