Senator Karelius' Choice.
As the owner of many slaves, Karelius is unfamiliar with most of them. After all, most are just run-of-the-mill livestock who work the fields of his vast latifundium near Capua. Why would he know them individually.
He does however, have a penchant for blond, Nordic slaves to act as his litter-bearers. He enjoys nothing better than reclining back among the silken cushions of his litter and watching the straining, sweating, near naked bodies of his blond slaves as they struggle to carry their impossibly heavy load. And oh, how he loves to ply his whip to their tired, aching, straining muscles.
He is a perfectionist and demands the best from his litter-bearers. If one slave falls short then all are punished as a matter of course by his chief overseer of slaves, Balbus.
On a recent tour of his fields, Karelius noticed this slave toiling in a work-gang. He was unaware that he possessed such a "beauty" and paused his litter so that he could take a closer look at the slave and to assess his potential as a possible addition to his team of litter-bearers.
After running his eager hands over the animal's magnificent body and revelling in the hardness of his torso, Karelius ordered that the slave be taken out of the fields and delivered to Balbus who will first of all, cleanse him of the grime of his labours and then train him to be a litter-bearer.
Karelius looks forward to seeing the slave chained to his litter; watching lasciviously as the slave struggles under the burden of carrying his master on his broad shoulders. In his mind's eye, Karelius imagines the slave's sweat-soaked skin glistening in the bright sunlight, the undulating of his pert ass-cheeks as he walks and the flexing of the overtaxed muscles of his back and powerful limbs. He licks his lips at the prospect of seeing the slave's rigid erection and scrunched up balls outlined through the sweat sodden fabric of the provocative loin-cloth that he, Karelius, had personally designed for his litter-slaves.
And he reflects that muscular back and curvaceous ass will make perfect targets for his whip.
And he reflects that muscular back and curvaceous ass will make perfect targets for his whip.
Naturally, as a bonus, the slave's luscious ass is eminently suited to satisfy his considerable lust!
Karelius now faces the challenge of finding a suitable name for his newest litter-slave. What will it be? After much thought, Karelius decides the slave will, in future, be called "Chrisus".
Artist unknown: the text is mine.
Indeed, the Senator is a very refined and well educated man who loves Beauty under all its forms and who is an enthusiast of Greek culture.
ReplyDeleteHe’s also …... rightly, because of his high nobility and immense riches …… a bit boastful, and he likes to flaunt not only his enormous wealth, his vast and sumptuous Villas, his superb litters and the even more magnificent blond animals who carry them, but also his deep knowledge of Greek language and literature.
This is why he decided to name this stunningly handsome blond Nordic slave, captured in the unknown Northern lands of Suiones (Sweden), Chrisus like Chrysos the Greek semi-god of Gold, because of his light golden hair.
Before handing over the young blond herculean beast to his chief overseer of slaves, Balbus, so that the Nordic giant youth is fully tamed and trained as a perfect litter-bearer, the Senator enjoyed not only to rape –first time of a long series - the still virgin ass and mouth of the young Scandinavian warrior, but also he had fun in branding, with his own hands, the inside part of the colossal muscular left thigh of Chrisus with a red-hot iron with the letters “CSK” i.e. “Chrisus Slave of Karelius”.
The agonizing screams of pain and the useless pleads for mercy of the young blond giant have excited again so much the noble Roman aristocrat that he had to repeatedly rape again the blond slave two times in his mouth and three times in his guts, for venting his sadistic lust.
Karelius is a bit annoyed because he must separate for a while from the gorgeous Chrisus, during his hard training as a litter-bearer. He can’t wait for the moment when Chrisus will be finally bound and leashed to a pole of his litter. Karelius dreams of the moment when he will be able to play with his whip, with his camel-quirt and with his steel-pointed goad on the enormous swollen pectorals of Chrisus, on his immense back, on his monumental thighs !
Magnificent and very inspiring text and very beautiful Artwork.
K.