Lederhosen:

I love seeing slaves who wear loincloths as opposed to them being total naked. It not that I have anything against a naked slave - I don't - but for me a covering worn by a slave just adds an element of mystery. Do I have a favourite style of loincloth? My all time favourites are those from the magnificent artworks of Amalaric and garyRo. Somehow, they capture the full beauty and erotic charm of the loincloth and they have inspired my writing over the years.

Having said that, and no doubt partly due to my remote German ancestry, I am partial to lederhosen and would love to see myself clothed as the model in this picture and serving as a slave.

Chris

 

 Eros and Chrysos (continued):

As a well known connoisseur of prime, male slave-flesh, Rome's slave-dealers - always eager for my patronage - frequently make me offers that are hard to resist.

One enterprising slaver, knowing that I had recently purchased a six slave team to serve as bearers for my new, smaller litter and in the hope of gaining my future patronage, has offered to sell me at a considerable saving an alternative team of litter-slaves. Normally, I would dismiss such an offer; after all, I am well satisfied with my current team and I have trained them to serve me in the manner which I demand.

However, this new team does intrigue if for no other reason than their obvious diversity. These six slaves were chosen from among Rome's subject peoples and reflect their racial origins beginning on the left with a rare, black Abyssinian slave, a tousled haired Greek, a Briton, a long haired Gaul, one from Hispania and finally another black slave from sub-Saharan Africa. 

The symbolism of this isn't lost on me. As I look upon these slaves, I see the full weight of cruel Roman oppression rests heavily upon the shoulders of the rest of the world.

In my mind's eye, I can see my litter being carried aloft on the broad shoulders of the four, white slaves while the two blacks act as my personal body-slaves and body-guards. There is no doubting they would attract the envious stares of many and would serve as a reminder of my exalted position as a Senator of Rome and as a reflection of my refined, good taste.

I am sorely tempted by the slave-dealer's generous offer and it is hard to resist accepting. However, it does go against the Roman need for uniformity and the use of both black and whites slaves under these circumstances could be seen as either eccentric or even as bizarre. And really, do I need a second team of litter-slaves for my new litter? It is something I need to think about overnight.

Thanks to Pete Brown's Slaves blog for the picture and inspiration. The text is mine.

NOTE: Overnight, I understand Karel tried several times to comment on my latest Eros and Chrysos post that and all his attempts failed. I don't know the reason why this happened. On checking the blog all appears to be in order and so I am sorry Karel that I can't explain why this happened to you. I suspect - but don't know for certain - there might be a size limit on the maximum number of characters that can be used in comments. I will investigate this further.

However, I know how important it is to you personally to be able to comment and to add your unique perspective to my posts and I thank you for the attached which I am posting to the blog for the benefit of our readers.

FIRST PART OF KAREL’s COMMENT

 

GREAT  Chris, more than ever I am enraptured and excited by the exceptional beauty of this post, also because more than ever, I feel in it the “heavenly taste” of the most outstanding past masterpieces by the incomparable Jean-Christophe ! …….. the “heavenly taste” of almost a “chapter” of those extraordinary “long stories by Jean-Christophe” that have delighted and aroused thousands and thousands of readers and admirers all over the world, and that have even really marked and changed the recent history of the best gay erotic Literature. Those wonderful long stories by Jean Christophe that thousands and thousands of faithful fans and admirers not only in this blog, but all over the world, yearn and hope that soon you will start again to write.

Really this magnificent post reminds me a possible “chapter” of one of those long stories …… or possibly more than one ! …….. not only for its unusual length, but also for the uncommon abundance of many and many ingenious situations, ideas and hints that could really inspire and be developed in much longer descriptions and in whole chapters of an elating possible long story.

Let me give just few examples: e.g. it might be the character of a much longer story, that might inspire and fill with her “deeds” more than one whole chapters, the libidinous, aged and ugly Roman Matron who requests  …… for “good fortune” (!) (but what you say about this is perfectly historically correct ) …… to grasp and hold in her hand the big phallus of the poor disgusted and appalled Eros, while “she prays Priapus” (fabulous ingenious idea !) …. the same lustful and dissolute old horrible crone that cruelly and lewdly “DIPS HER SCARF INTO THE BLOOD OF A WOUNDED (OR KILLED) GLADIATOR”  (what a sadistic but fully historically realistic detail !) …… or that, more importantly, “KEEPS HANDSOME, VIRILE MALE SLAVES TO BE MILKED FOR THEIR SEMEN WHICH IS THEN MIXED WITH HER SKIN LOTIONS AND POTIONS IN THE VAIN ATTEMPT TO WARD OFF THE RAVAGES OF OLD AGE.” another extremely sadistic but fully historically correct and plausible detail !

Just these few very concise details are worthy to inspire and to be developed in MUCH longer stories or chapters of a longer story !

 

Karel

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SECOND PART (CONTINUES FROM ABOVE)

Another just briefly mentioned scene, that is worthy of a much longer and detailed description is e.g. when the old ugly and loathsome witch, before choosing the massive genitals of the poor appalled and nauseated Eros for her obscene “prayer”,  “CAREFULLY CHOSES WHICH SLAVE TO USE” among the six slaves and litter-bearers of the Senator. I imagine how excitingly your Art, Chris, could effectively describe in full details the aged crone thoroughly and at length feeling and checking, many and many times, with her loathsome hands and “talon-like fingers”, the massive hard bulges in the skimp loincloths that hardly contain and cover the big genitals of the hapless six slave-youths, obliged to stay motionless and totally passive, hiding their humiliation and disgust, while the horrible hag carefully inspects and checks the size, weight and “toughness” of the huge cocks and balls of the miserable young slaves !

What a magnificent and extremely arousing scene, worthy of a much longer description in a much longer story in which the horrendous lustful crone might even be one of the characters !

Allow me to add that I personally like and find exciting scenes like these ones, even involving female characters, especially when the female characters (even best if old, ugly and loathsome as well as also lustful and cruel like this appalling aged Roman Matron) dominate and torment helpless young, robust and cute enslaved males. So in this case I do like and I totally agree with the choice of Chris of introducing this hideous and repugnant female character.

However I think that, for those readers who on the contrary fully dislike the presence of female characters, this same series of scene will still keep the same marvelous literary and sadistic beauty and excitement, if e.g. the old Matron would be substituted with an equally old, lewd and loathsome aristocratic Lord (e.g. according to Latin satiric poets even various “debauched” rich Roman old noblemen used to have their healthiest, sturdiest and most masculine young slaves regularly “milked” for using their sperm as a “rejuvenating potion” and drink and as an ingredient in “beauty creams” for massages in “the vain attempt to ward off the ravages of old age”).

A last comment about the scene of the old matron: what you say Chris, about the amazingly frequent use in ancient Rome (even in necklaces of prepubescent boys !) of the erected PHALLUS, represented in countless different materials and forms, as an extremely effective “good omen” and amulet, is perfectly historically correct. It was the “divine attribute” of the great god Priapus and its images were also the object of a real and intense religious cult.

But let me recall that a similar “good omen” function was played (and it’s somehow even today played, at least in Italy !) by the feeling and light squeezing also of TESTICLES, especially if these male gonads are unusually big, firm and weighty like the massive balls of the young “stallion-slave” Eros !

So I have no doubts, that in her “fervent prayer” the old, ugly Matron would have at length felt and tormented not only the massive male shaft of the poor boy, but that she would have at length felt, hefted and squeezed in her loathsome hands also the huge firm and massive testicles of the hapless and helpless  Eros !

 

Karel

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THIRD PART (CONTINUES FROM ABOVE)

But the outstanding beauty of this post expands even beyond the very exciting episode of the aged and lustful horrendous Roman Matron !

Also the other (unfortunately just mentioned and too briefly described) episode of the “VASTLY OVERWEIGHT” mature Senator, who is “  PERSPIRING PROFUSELY AND IS DISTRESSED ALMOST TO THE POINT OF EXHAUSTION” for the “UNBEARABLY HOT DAY” and of course (I suppose) also for the “UNENDURABLE FATIGUE OF BEING BROUGHT ON THAT HORRIBLY WARM DAY IN HIS CERTAINLY VERY COMFORTABLE LITTER” by his eight or twelve herculean litter-bearers ! …….. that vastly overweight mature Senator (and for sure also very LUSTFUL) who requests the permission “TO USE THE SWEAT OF ONE OF MY SLAVES TO COOL HIS FEVERED BROW AND FACE ” …. after having certainly already dried and fully drained the equally copious sweat of his own young litter bearers ! ……. is a strikingly beautiful and arousing scene whose situation and character would be worthy of being developed and described in much, much longer details in a longer story on in one or more chapters of a long story.

E.g. the amazingly inspiring and exciting situation in which the loathsome, ugly, old fatso “WIPES THE COPIOUS SWEAT FROM THE SMOOTH BRAWNY CHEST AND BELLY” of the poor disgusted Chrysos “ BEFORE WIPING HIS CHUBBY ARMS.” …… and even more when the filthy and repugnant obese aged Senator shows all his uncontrollable lasciviousness for young males by “REACHING BETWEEN THE THICK THIGHS OF THE POOR CHRYSOS” and “SOAKS UP THE SEX SWEAT FROM CRYSOS' GROIN  FOR WIPING HIS BROW AND FACE ”   ……. while (rightly) the lucky Master of Chrysos and Eros jeeringly “SMILES INWARDLY KNOWING THAT THE OLD LECHER WAS SAVOURING THE SLAVE'S AROUSING SEX SCENT” …… are admirable examples of the greatest and most arousing gay BDSM Literature, outstanding scenes that would deserve to be developed and described in much longer details (together with the character of the loathsome lecherous VASTLY OVERWEIGHT” mature Senator) in a much longer story !

 

Karel

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FOURTH and LAST PART (CONTINUES FROM ABOVE)

Last but not least, among the many other very beautiful and exciting just mentioned details of this post, that might be “hints” for much longer descriptions, let me mention just the following three points:

-         One is the detail of the two additional robust slaves, that follow in his litter-trips the Senator, besides his four litter-bearers. Of course (as it really happened in ancient Rome) these additional muscular escorting slaves (often in the number of much more than just two), who walked alongside or behind the litter, were primarily used first of all as brawny “burden-beasts” for carrying e.g. (as Chrys says) “WINE AND TASTY MORSELS OF FOOD” for the Master on short trips, and for carrying, on longer trips, the much heavier and more numerous pieces of luggage of their Owner. Moreover (as correctly described) some of them were working as body-guards while other ones were “HELPING THE MASTER TO ENTER AND EXIT HIS LITTER ”. An important and  VERY SADISTIC detail of this latest slave-duty, worthy to be mentioned and more deeply described. was that often –when the Master was entering or exiting his litter- one ROBUST SLAVE WAS OBLIGED TO KNEEL AND BOW ON HIS FOUR ON THE GROUND, SO THAT THE MASTER COULD CLIMB WITH HIS FEET ON THE SLAVE’S MUSCULAR BACK for more comfortably enter or exit the litter! In a similar way, in ancient Rome it was very common that also when a Master was e.g. mounting a horse for riding, one of his brawniest slaves was forced to kneel on his four or to deeply bow so that his Master could mount with his feet first on his sturdy back and then on the horse !

I’m sure that this certainly happens also when our Senator enters and exits his litter; and maybe this is a very sadistic detail worthy to be emphasized and described.

-         The fact that our Senator prefers that his slaves  “have fully glabrous torsos”, limbs and sculpted musculature, is linked not only to his “refined aesthetical taste” about the gorgeous look of his “transport animals” …. but also to a much eviler and sadistic reason: body hair –especially when it’s so abundant and thick like on the chest of the macho Chrysos- can significantly impair and mitigate the “duly prodding” and rightly painful effect of a spurring whiplash or quirt-blow on the chest of a slave. Rightly the Senator keeps fully glabrous the vast chests and bodies of his litter-bearers, so that the blows of his whip and his quirt can exert all their full and most painful violence in devastating and tormenting, for spurring, the big bulging pectorals of Eros and Chrysos and of their other slave-fellows !

-         The episode of the two street-robbers that assault the Senator and that later he makes sentenced to be nailed on a cross, is a true “story inside a story” . Even by itself alone this episode would deserve to be developed in a fully dedicated story, or in one or two Chapters of a long story.

           

Great, great Chris, let me finish this unusually long comment that however says all my extraordinary liking and excitement for this exceptionally beautiful and thrilling post.

Thank you with all my boundless admiration for your incomparable Art

 

Karel

 Eros and Chrysos (continued)

Life as a litter-slave:

The picture above shows the four slaves I have chosen to be my actual litter-bearers being prepared for their new roles. In the background, a slave is spreadeagled prior to his body being denuded of all body hair - I prefer my slaves to have glabrous torsos -  while at the front right Eros and Chrysos resignedly await their turn. As can be seen, much work will need to be done on the slave Chrysos to remove his impressive hair covering but nothing must detract from the smoothness of his torso and limbs or his sculpted musculature.

I am very fastidious about the appearance of my slaves and I take great pride in the envious stares of onlookers and the many compliments I receive on their appearances.

Actually, my four man litter requires six slaves who work together as a team. It requires four brutes to carry it on their brawny shoulders while another two walk alongside - one on either side - and their duties involve helping me to enter and exit my litter; to carry wine and tasty morsels of food should I feel thirst or hunger and more importantly, to act as my bodyguards against the criminals who infest the streets of the city.

Some years ago, I foolishly walked the streets alone and was set upon by two ex-slaves from one of our Eastern provinces with the intent of robbing me. Naturally, I fought back but I was no match for these burly thugs and when one drew a knife on me, I thought my mortal days were numbered. However, the goddess, Fortuna smiled on me that day as a group of vigiles charged with keeping order in the city intervened and the criminals were arrested. At my insistence, they took the two thieves before a magistrate who was a close associate of mine. Appalled by this attack on a person of my standing, he quickly passed judgement and sentenced them to death by crucifixion. He ignored their blubbering pleas for mercy by ordering that they be flogged before being fastened to the crucis. I followed them to the execution grounds outside the city walls and watched as they were nailed to the wooden tree and I was somewhat mollified by their suffering. I understand the first expired the next day - far too short a time to suffer for his crime against me - and that his companion lasted three days before he "gave up the ghost."

My litter-slaves act as a deterrent to such a thing happening again. The sight of six muscular, near naked slaves is enough to frighten away any robber. Anyway, the six slaves are well aware should any harm befall me - their master - then they will be held collectively guilty and crucified. Consequently, my litter-slaves are most solicitous in ensuring my safety.

We Romans regard the phallus as a good omen and we have our jewellers fashion it into jewellery to wear as necklaces, amulets, bracelets and rings as personal good luck charms. Additionally,  the phallus features in the frescoes and mosaics of our homes. I once had a slave with the most enormous genitalia - truly he would almost put a stallion to shame - and I had a plaster cast made of it which I then used as a model for a large and elaborate candelabra to light up my dining-room. This is always a talking point among my dinner guests.

Recently, while being carried in my litter through the Forum, a Roman matron of my acquaintance requested a favour of me. She asked that she be allowed to hold the phallus of one of my bearers as she prayed to Priapus or some other god for good fortune. Naturally, I agreed and watched with interest as she carefully chose which slave to use and for some reason, she chose the slave named Eros. I further watched as she lifted the flimsy covering on his rampant erection and holding it tightly in her encircling grasp, she prayed. To his credit the slave didn't move; to do so would have been a punishable insult to the matron and as with all my litter-slaves, guilt is collective in a much as they would all share in his punishment. This is a great way of keeping my slaves working as a single unit of labour. 

It couldn't have been easy for the slave to stand motionless as his manhood was surreptitiously tormented by the red-painted, talon like finger nails of the old crone as they cruelly racked the sensitive underside of his massive staff and mercilessly teased his piss-slit. Despite not moving, I did however detect the nervous, involuntary quivering of his outraged young body. Of course, facing away from me, I couldn't see the look of revulsion or disgust in his eyes.

No doubt, the matron is one who also dips her scarf into the blood of a wounded gladiator as a good luck talisman and keeps handsome, virile slaves to be milked for their semen which is then mixed with her skin lotions and potions in the vain attempt to ward off the ravages of old age. A futile hope from my observation!

On another occasion, I had reason to pause my litter as I talked with one of my fellow senators. The senator was vastly overweight, out of condition and the day was unbearably hot. He was perspiring profusely and was distressed almost to the point of exhaustion. He requested my permission to use the sweat of one of my slaves to cool his fevered brow and of course, I happily agreed. Anything to held a friend in need!

This time, Chrysos was chosen and the senator used his kerchief to wipe the copious sweat from the slave's smooth chest and belly before wiping his chubby arms. Then, reaching between my slave's thighs, he soaked up the sex sweat from the slave's groin  and wiped his brow and face. I smiled inwardly knowing that the old lecher was savouring the slave's arousing sex scent. Again, the slave had no other option but to stand motionless as he too suffered the indignity of having his body misused as was the case with Eros. 

This time I did see the look in my slave's eyes. It was one of outrage, disgust and humiliation but also of impotent anger. He had no other recourse but to stand motionless and accept this as his lot.

However, that is the lot of a slave! His body belongs to his Master and can be used or abused at his whim. No doubt, my six litter-slaves will become accustomed to such close attention being paid to them.

Artwork is of course that of Amalaric although the text is mine.

 Eros and Chrysos (continued):

The Learning Chamber

A wise Master moves quickly to establish the correct working relationship between him and his new slaves. It goes without saying that the Master should begin as he intends to continue.

I am not a patient Master; in fact the opposite is true and I have a reputation for being a hard task-master. And I don't apologise for that. I expect and demand much from my slaves whose only purpose for living is to serve me obediently, diligently and to enhance my life.

To that end, I have set up a "learning chamber" in the bowels of my villa where I introduce myself to my new slaves. Naturally, they have much to learn and their lessons are painful. However, I am a patient tutor and I am prepared to spend whatever time it takes to train my new slaves to serve me. These lessons are onerous and to this end, my learning chamber is well equipped with all the necessary tools and accoutrements to properly train a slave.

How long does it take to train a slave? Well, it depends very much on the individual slave. Some 'break" immediately as they feel the first cuts of my whip searing into their naked flesh and they are soon begging for my mercy; a mercy not freely given. I firmly believe a slave only learns through pain and the fear of it.

However, there are those slaves, more strong-willed than others, who hold out for longer than their weaker-willed companions. They struggle in their bonds in a futile effort to break free and loudly curse me to Hades. Such behaviour doesn't unduly worry me; it just makes me more determined to crush their spirits and bend them to my will. I simply apply my "instruments of persuasion" with more vigour and if I am honest, I enjoy this exchange of wills between the slave and myself; it truly does bring out the sadist in me. 

It is a contest the slave must lose; there can only be one winner and ALWAYS that is me!

Once the slave is physically "broken", he must face one final humiliation that degrades him to the level of an animal.  I speak of my Master's right to sexually use the new slave as one does a female. Always, this is the final straw in bending a slave to my will. As my noble member penetrates the virgin anus of the slave, he lose all notions of himself as a man and becomes the slave he is meant to be.

The picture shows the slave - I believe his name is Eros - after I have broken his spirit and deflowered him. He was a most delightful fuck and his squirming and cries of protest only served to inflame my passions. Now, he stands dejected with his face to the wall and his head bowed in shame. No longer the proud warrior, he is now just another of my many slaves.

But enough of Eros. It is time I turned my attention to my other new slave, Chrysos. It will be interesting to see how much pain he can bear before he too is forced to surrender his arse to me.

For Eros and Chrysos, today was an introduction to the "learning chamber". However, it won't be their last visit. They will visit again and be subjected to frequent refresher sessions as it is for all my slaves.

Artwork by Amalaric. The text is mine.

 Eros and Chrysos:

I am well pleased with the purchase of these two sturdy slaves; they will serve my needs most admirably. I chose them for their brutish appearances, their strong bodies and their animal strength. And believe me; they will require every bit of strength their bodies can muster. You see, I purchased them to serve as litter-bearers for my newest, smaller litter especially designed to navigate Rome's narrow and impossibly over-crowded streets. 

As befits a highborn patrician of my rank, I do have a larger, elaborate and very ornate litter - it requires sixteen strong and lusty beasts to carry it but as it is used for special events like attending festivals or travelling to my country estates, I find it is most unsuitable for everyday use. Really, I hate sharing the streets with common plebeians, cutthroats, thieves, pickpockets and slaves who clutter the streets and impede my progress. And to that end, I had a special smaller litter made which requires just six slaves to carry it and these two slaves will join the other four I have chosen.

I am firmly of the belief that slaves should be perpetually naked; after all, why should I waste my money on covering a slave's body. Slaves are subhuman more akin to animals and one would never consider putting clothing on a horse or a stallion or he'd become the laughing-stock of Rome.

 Whimsically, the gods have made slaves in the image of humans so that they can better serve us. However, the resemblance ends there and slaves should be seen as animals and treated as such.

Nevertheless, public mores declares that the male genitalia - even of that of slaves mustn't be exposed in public places - and I, as a law-abiding citizen, will comply with this foolish ruling. These slaves will wear the briefest covering that decency allows and it will be made of the flimsiest, most translucent material that will expose their rampant erections to the gaze of all.

However, I draw the line at covering their delectable arses. Who in their right mind would want to hide those from view. Like luscious, sun ripened peaches hanging from a branch, they are ready for "plucking", devouring and savouring; something I look forward to with great anticipation.

There is no more pleasing sight than a litter-slave's naked arse in action. I love to watch as the buttocks flex with each step the slave takes and the flinching of the arse-cheeks as my leather quirt cuts across those beautiful, muscular mounds of flesh. I enjoy hearing the slave's grunt of pain from my whip as yet more stripes are added those already there. A slave's body should never be left unmarked by the master's whip.

I truly look forward to using these two prime, young slaves as my personal beasts-of- burden.

Indeed, I have purchased well with the six slaves Inhave chosen and I am well satisfied.

Artwork by Amalaric; the text is mine.

Caveat Emptor
(Let the buyer beware)

Note: In ancient Rome, aedieles played an important role that impacted the lives of her citizens. They were elected officials who were responsible for the maintenance of temples, public buildings, sewers, aqueducts, and the regulation of festivals. Other duties included the powers to enforce public order , ensure that the city was well supplied and its infrastructure maintained to high standards and protected from deadly fire - a difficult task given that Rome was fire-prone because of its many multi-storied tenements constructed of timber and other combustible materials.

Aediles also had oversight of commerce and the city's markets. hey ensured that merchants and traders kept to the correct weights and measures and that the citizens' rights were upheld. As such, they also had oversight of Rome's slave-markets and the same rules applied there as it did for all merchants.

Rome's slaves were officially designated as "res mortalis" meaning a "mortal thing".Thus they were stripped of their humanity and became objects and as such, a slave if hurt, wasn't regarded as being injured - rather he was "damaged". 

Any slave-trader offering a slave for sale was obliged to advise all buyers of any such damage which was inscribed on a wooden tablet called a "titulus"  which was hung around the slave's neck.

Making a final selection:

A prominent Roman citizen - a senator no less - has prevailed on the slave-trader to allow him to preview six of the newly arrived slaves he has selected to serve as litter-bearers for the new, smaller litter he had made to better navigate Rome's narrow, overcrowded street. The litter is small enough to travel the streets without hindrance but ornate and heavy enough to reflect his importance. He required six brawny slaves to carry this new litter and after an exhaustive but pleasurable examination of the slaves in their pens, he has chosen these six as his preferred options.

In the picture, we see the slave Chrysos at the far right standing with his head bowed in shame and humiliation at the senator's invasive inspection of his body. He could only stand in impotent rage as the senator roamed freely over his nakedness, poking and prodding is muscles to determine their strength and then the final indignity of have the senator's finger probe deep into the most private and intimate part of his body.

Standing next to Chrysos and slightly behind him, Eros, who has endured the same indignities, glowers at his captors in a show of useless defiance. He forgets he is now a slave and any acts of disobedience won't be tolerated.

The senator is anxious to own the six slaves he has chosen and he has offered the slave-dealer and attractive sum over and above their true value. 

The slave-dealer is tempted to accept.

Artwork by Amalaric. The text is mine.