Story: Tim enslaved

Rome has never Fallen! 

Ever! Don't they know that the fools! For thousands of years embracing the Earth. Like a boa constrictor, squashing all to mold it at its own image. So who cares if Flanders is not free? Is any one free? Did the nationalists had to raise up? Is that why I am chained in this slave market chained to a marble slab waiting my fate? Tim felt bitter about all he had lost. Him who only ever wanted to live in peace. 

Someone showed interest in him. The slave master pulled him by his chain and started manhandling him showing of his virtues. Tim despised him. His Latin was atrocious...nothing but an educated barbarian brought to do Romes dirty work.

-"Tite ole sir see..tite ole."
Tim corrected him sardonically..he was a scholar after all. If he was to be sold he would be sold with proper Latin!
-"Tight Hole!"
Both purchaser and slavemaster stopped.
The purchaser laughed and moved on.
The slavemaster...no more than a brute hit Tim. 
"Cunt ass ole! I ill sel u to brothel not school!"
Tim fell while the brute kept kicking him in the ribs.

A roman pulled the brute away from Tim.
He laughed as he did it and told the slave master: "Friend, don't damage your own merchandise! Look, who will want to buy him like that all bloody? They will think he is one of those no one can control!"
"I will offer you 5000 euros for him!"
"No sir. he good slave. Do all service! Not complain like dog. 10000 euros sir."
"I will meet you half way as your rebel stands there no better than a mine slave. 7500. It is my last offer."

Tim watched the two barter for his life, sick to the stomach. A price was arranged and the slavemaster ridiculously thanked and bowed, awarding fake blessings to the buyer and his family.

"Follow me boy! I am Iosephus and you belong to me now."
Tim followed the man, half limping from his beating. 
"Are you hungry?"
"Yes dominus", Tim lowered his eyes. He had not eaten in two days.
The man opened his bag and gave him a sandwich.

"You smell boy!...Take your rags off. I bet they haven't washed you since they dragged you from your home.
What, you are ashamed? Strip or I will have to take my belt to you. I will buy you some clothes on the way".

Tim stripped naked and walked behind his owner in the middle of town trying to cover his modesty as best as he could. People looked at him snickering. Probably thinking he deserved nothing better for being a rebellious flem.

The dominus stopped in one of those cheap shops that sells second hand clothes and bought a few pieces. He also asked the owner for a bucket of water and with no warning just poured it down Tim's body. It was freezing.
"Scrub your self boy!" A couple more buckets were brought out and for the laughter of the passers by poured down Tim's shivering body.
"Now put these on". Tim dressed up quickly, wanting for his humiliation to stop. "Now you can enter my car without soiling it."

Sitting by the car a thin tall young man wearing a slave collar. He looked well fed and even got a pat on his head as he opened the door respectfully to his master. 
"Good boy Tom. Take us home...I decided to buy a wretched before he lost his life to his well educated Latin tongue."

Tom had a quick look at Tim with slight disgust. The few buckets of water had done just a bit of good to Tim's figure and was probably thinking about the seats he would have to clean again once arriving home. But he made no complaint.

Tim was tired and soon after seating in the car he fell asleep. He was just too tired to fight.

He dreamt about Peter. Not the Peter tied down in the market, beaten and naked, just moments before being taken away, but the handsome young man that had allowed Tim to take his virginity. Tim regretted the most not being able to protect those he loved.

When he woke up the car was stopping by a hotel.

The master did the check in and him and the other slave followed him to the room. While the dominus went downstairs to eat in the restaurant, a hotel servant brought two metal plates with food for the two slaves. Tim just looked at Tom too numb to ask anything. Tom just said: "don't worry. dominus is a good man he won't hit you if don't give him a reason and he always feeds his slaves properly". He ate with pleasure savouring each morsel of the simple food and keeping his eyes on Tom.

Tom had meanwhile removed his clothes and went for a quick shower...he returned naked...so handsome...no bruises visible on his body...maybe he was right. Tom even put the TV on. News showing the last rebellious strongholds falling and the Imperial decrees enslaving the whole of the Flemish population condemned as rebellious ungrateful dogs.
Tim felt like weeping but even for that he had no strength.

Master came back and was helped by Tom to strip and shower. Tim looked at his owners naked body...a hard on as Tom massaged his feet. Tom got a kiss...a tender one, and as if he was used to it layed on the bed tummy down and legs slightly opened.

"Make no noise boy". From his position on the floor Tim could clearly see his owners cock burying itself into the lads arse hole...he moaned a bit though but only got a stern shush from the master. It lasted for a while...until the master grunted satisfied and rolled on the bed. He was about to get out of the bed to lay on the floor, with no doubt a usual place for him to sleep when travelling with his master but master pulled him back.

"Turn the lights off, you are sleeping in bed tonight." The dominus embraced his slave and even kissed the back of his head.

Tim was transfixed...Was that how it had looked when he had pushed his cock into Peters virgin tight hole. He remembered his little buddy biting the pillow and fighting not to moan in pain...he remembered how it felt to fuck such a tight boy. How he became an animal towards the end and didn't even stopped fucking Peter when the pain was too much and he asked him to stop.

Tim knew he would feel what Peter felt. He knew it was a matter of time.

He fell asleep on the floor thinking about Peter...and Tom and his masters fat cock fucking Tom or was it Peter...or himself?

Tomorrow it would be another day...Tim felt the wet patch on his briefs, sighed and fell asleep.

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This was a story that J wrote for me, some time after I first visited him. It randomly came into my thoughts again a month ago, and I thought it was too good not to show other people. Last week I told J he should start his own blog to publish stories like this, but he gave me permission to post it on my blog.
I really love the story - I guess mostly because there's quite a bit of personal stuff in it, but also because the writing style is very exciting, I really do think he's a better writer than I am. It's also a rather atypical BDSM/slave story, the alternative present setting makes it very interesting .
"Will the story be continued?" I hear some of you ask (yes, I hear voices in my head). Depends on J of course, I already know how it 'ends' in a way, but there's a long way to go with potentially plenty of adventures for the poor (or lucky!) slave.
Feel free to tell me what you think of the story :)