Senator Karelius visits his quarry.

It has been two days since I consigned by recent purchase of barbarian slaves from Britannia to my stone quarry. Today, out of curiosity, I had my litter-slaves carry me the five miles from my villa to the quarry through intense heat. The slaves struggled in the heat and their muscles were stressed to the utmost while sweat rolled down their naked torsos attracting all kinds of flying, stinging insects which added to their torment. The lazy brutes slowed down several times and it was necessary for me to have my overseer apply his whip to their lazy arses.

Arriving at the quarry, the slaves were forced to kneel and no doubt enjoyed their respite from carrying my heavy, ornate litter.

For my part, shielded from the sun by the heavy drapes of my litter's canopy, watched as my newest slaves toiled deep down in the sundrenched quarry and what a pleasing sight they presented.

Now stripped of those ridiculous scraps of cloth with which they tried to maintain their modesty, they are completely naked except for their collars and shackles. This is as it should be; a slave's natural state should be total nudity leaving him free to sweat freely and making him more responsive to the overseers' whips. Additionally, a slave, like any other animal needs to attend to his bodily functions. Being naked, he simply relieves himself as he works and no time is lost in removing his loincloth.

As can be seen, my new slaves are strong, robust beasts and judging by their striped backs, it appears they have already been introduced to the whip. I give my overseers a free hand in controlling my slaves and the only requirement I make is that the slaves work hard and maximise my profit. 

From what I see, several slaves have already offended in some way and are being punished. This is as it should be for a slave only learns through pain.

Altogether, my trip to the quarry was a most enjoyable one.

Picture sourced from the intern; the words are mine.

Not a happy slave. Justified concern!

This slave is right to show concern. Ordered to be punished by his Master for his arrogance and self-pride, the slave thought it would be a routine arse beating with a cane or a leather paddle.

Now, he watches as the overseer chooses a heavy leather whip and is limbering up his whipping arm by cracking it through the air. 

The slave has been punished before for his arrogance but he has never tasted the whip. He has watched as other slaves have suffered under the lash and knows the pain will be intense as the long lash falls across his exposed back and wraps itself sinuously around his torso.

As he watches in apprehension, the slave pleads for mercy.

"Oh fuck! I'm to be whipped. Please Master, not the whip. I'll be a good slave in future and not offend you. Please Master - not the whip."

Too late! He has tried his Master's patience once too often and must now suffer the consequences. It's true to say as he thrashes about under the lash, his spirit will break and he will become the docile slave his Master requires.

Picture origin unknown and sourced from the internet. The words are mine, however.

A fortuitous event.

I, Karelius, proud senator of Rome have every reason to smile.

Today, as is my habit, I had my litter-slaves carry me to the slave-market of that scoundrel, Volpiscus, a man not to be trusted but he does have some of the best slaves on offer. I went not to buy necessarily but because I like to wander among the slave-pens and peruse the animals incarcerated there as they await their sale.

I love the sight of so much naked muscle waiting to be utilised and the naked, fear induced sweaty bodies packed tightly together so that they barely have room to move about. I enjoy looking into their eyes and seeing the hopelessness and apprehension mirrored there as they consider their bleak futures as "slaves of Rome."

To me slaves are simply livestock the same as any other domesticated animal and they do have their own particular odour which many find unpleasant. However, the combination of smells - the sweat, the grime, the testosterone, the spilled semen and the bodily wastes - are what give a slave his distinctive smell and defines him as a mere beast.

Today, I was in luck! Volpiscus had just received a shipment of new slaves from far off Britannia. It seems the savage barbarians had staged a rebellion against Rome's authority which was swiftly put down by Rome's glorious legions. As a result, thousands of these barbarian Britons had been rounded up and marched off into slavery.

Although not intending to buy, this was an excellent opportunity to add to my slave-herd. The voyeur in me enjoyed appraising the slaves and choosing the strongest and fittest who will be put to work in my stone-quarry.

Pictured is my selection - all strong, robust slaves with the promise  of at least three year's working in my quarry; life expectancy for a slave toiling in the quarries is short. 

Tomorrow, they will be branded, collared and shackled and put to work hewing building blocks of stone for Rome's aqueducts. And naturally, they'll loose those ridiculous scraps of cloth which cover their genitals. As I have stated - slaves are animals and their natural state is one of total nakedness. 

Volpiscus tells me these barbaric Britons like to decorate their bodies with blue woad. I will continue to decorate their bodies not with woad but with the whips of my overseers. The lash can lay interesting patterns on naked backs and arses.

In a couple of days, I will have my litter-slaves carry me out to the quarry, where from the comfort and shade of my litter, I will watch as these new slaves toil to help make me richer than I  already am. I will listen to the rattling of their chains, the clanging of their metal tools against stubborn stone, the crackling of whips and their cries of pain as cruel leather lacerates soft, yielding flesh. 

Picture by Amalaric; the text is mine.

Where it all began for me.

I first saw this old black and white drawing when I was a boy. From memory, it illustrated a chapter on corsair pirates in a book I was given as a birthday gift. It impact on me at that time was enormous and was to remain long-lasting continuing up to the present.

As an impressionable lad struggling with my emerging gay sexuality, this picture resonated with me. I immediately identified with the galley slaves - I still do - and imagined myself as a naked, sweating Christian slave of the corsair pirates chained to an oar and labouring under their cruel whips. That fantasy still remains with me to this day and gives me much erotic pleasure. 

In fact, I felt the need to search for more stories with this theme and the next story I read was "The Sea Hawk" by the early 20th century author Rafael Sabatini. In some ways, his words are a little out of fashion but his description of galley slaves resonated with me. I still have my original copy which is never far from my reach. It too, helped define who I am.

Seeing this picture for the first time  awakened within me desires and needs I never knew I had. It revealed my true self which is that I was born with a slave's nature and it opened up my life to the one I now follow unapologetically. I am, by inclination, a slave born to serve stronger men and do so gladly. 

Understanding my true slave nature has made my life rich and fulfilling and so this drawing is very "special" to me.

Chris

Tunis, 1715

Waiting in a holding pen, immediately below the auction-block, these newly captured young Christians await their sale into bitter slavery. 

Imagine if you can, their feelings of apprehension  and fear knowing that soon they will be dragged ignominiously from the  safe refuge of the holding-pen, made to mount the stairs and clumsily scrabble up on to the auction-block as their heavy shackles allow.

There, the slave's body will be extolled by the auctioneer as he is made to flex and pose and rotate his body to show his impressive physique to the eager buyers.

Eventually, a buyer will shout out - 'show us some more' - and the auctioneer will crudely tear away the slave's loin-cloth exposing his genitals to public scrutiny. The slave gasps and involuntarily covers his cock and balls in a vain attempt to maintain a modicum of decency. But the auctioneer will not tolerate any false modesty from a slave - least of all, a hated Nasrani slave - and a couple of vicious swipes of his cane across the slave's arse together with the order to 'raise your arms high above your head, slave,' ensures the nothing is hidden from the buyers. 

Slowly, the slave is made to rotate his body until his back is to the buyers. Then comes the most humiliating part of any slave's sale as he is ordered to 'bend and spread'.

The slave hesitates and once more the cane is brought into use. The slave cries out in pain, frustration and anger but knows he is helpless to resist and so he shuffles his feet apart as far as his ankle chains allow, bends low at the waist and reaching behind, he opens up his arse-crack ad exposes his most private part to the buyers' lascivious view and ribald laughter. As he pulls his arse-cheeks apart, he is subjected to the loud taunts, guffaws and crude comments from an unsympathetic, hostile audience.

Next the auctioneer calls for bids and eventually the slave is sold and led away to meet his new Master and begin an onerous life of bitter slavery. One wonders what the new slave's future entails.

Such is the fate of all Christians unfortunate enough to fall into the hands of the Ottomans and their Arab brethren,

Artwork by the inimitable Amalaric while I supplied the text. 

A Diplomatic Gift. The rich fruits of Europe!

Currying favour with a Middle-Eastern ruler, an oil company has sent him a gift of four new slaves to add to his impressive harem of slave boys.

These unlucky young men were "sourced" by slavers acting on a commission from the oil company to recruit four new slaves from the various regions of Europe - the emir likes diversity - and as can be seen by their colouring and physical features, they meet the requirements of coming from the north, south, east and west of Europe.

Naturally, the emir is delighted with his unexpected gift and gladly signed a new contact with the oil company.

Unaware they had been chosen for slavery until spirited away and told their fate, they now await the emir's salacious and perverted pleasure.

Origin of picture unknown and sourced from the internet.

An explanation and apology!

Some of you might have noticed my prolonged absence from posting to this blog and I sincerely apologise for my neglect.

Essentially, I am a very private person - although many know me by my writer's name, "Jean-Christophe" or simply as Chris - I prefer not to share the more intimate detail of my life publicly.

Suffice to say, since June, many things have happened to upset the normal harmony of my life. I don't want to expand on these except to say they were traumatic involving a deep personal grief at the death of a close loved one and then a resultant prolonged illness from which I am still recovering.

Now, I am taking the first, tentative steps in returning to my normal life and I ask that you accept my sincere apologies and respect my privacy.

Please bear with me!

Kind regards,
Chris