Peril, Bondage, David in Rome, Cock Ring
DAVID 125
DAVID IN ROME — Chapter TWO
“Hail Caesar!” shouted the guards. “Dominus et Deus!”
Caesar Domitian raised his hand in salute and slowly made his way down the staircase and into the great hall of the palace on the Palatine hill. He was dressed, as usual, not in the white and purple toga of an emperor, but in the glittering armor of a general. He held his head high, always looking down his nose. He stopped in front of the guards and swept his eyes over their charge.
“Magnificent,” he said, though with an air of boredom. “What is your name, boy?”
The big man raised his gaze and muttered, “David.”
Domitian raised one eyebrow. “A Hebrew name.” Again, he swept his eyes up and down, taking in the hairy chest, the huge arms bound tightly in thick rope, the ridges of abdominal muscles, and the mighty thighs. He let his gaze linger for a second on the huge cock, but felt that to study it more closely would be disgusting. Although the naked public body was not unheard of in Rome, Domitian found it something only the rabble would be fascinated by. “You do not look Hebrew,” he said.
“My father,” David began, “is… was… from Londinium. My mother is from Judaea.”
Domitian grunted. “Hebrews.” Again he eyed the huge brute’s penis, this time noting its circumcision. “On second thought,” he muttered, “you do look like a Hebrew.”
“What do you want of me?” David growled.
“I haven’t decided yet,” said Domitian. “Tell me… which gods do you worship?”
David thought for a moment. “In Alexandria, there are many gods.”
“That was not the answer I sought,” sneered Domitian. “The emperor of Rome is divine. My word is law.”
“Some senators might disagree with you… Caesar.”
Domitian eyed him with disdain and surprise. “Well,” he continued, with his signature air of boredom, “if they do, they don’t for long.” He took a few languid steps to regard David from the side. “A man like you… such strength… what do you use it for?”
“Whatever is needed of me.”
“A man of such… beauty… what do you use that for?”
David paused for a moment. “Whatever good it can do.”
“For whom? For you? Wealthy women? Wealthy men?”
“I do not take money for that.”
“Then you are a fool.”
“I am not a whore.”
“You squander what—”
“God did not give me—”
“God?” asked Domitian. “God? I have heard such speech and certainty from that wasteland to fill all my days. “I am god. You live or die at my whim. Do you understand that?”
He glared at the emperor.
The brightness of his blue eyes only served to unnerve the emperor more. “Do you fear me?”
“No. Because you are just a man.”
Now the guards fidgeted nervously.
“You are naked, bound, and surrounded by six of my finest men, and you are not afraid?”
With lightning speed David shifted his weight to one foot and brought the other foot’s heel down on the instep of the guard to his right. The guard wore only soft leather sandals, and the impact of David’s heel snapped the large bone in the man’s foot in two. He shrieked, let go of his sword and pike, and collapsed into the fetal position on the floor, clutching his foot and howling in pain.
David looked at Domitian. “Five of your finest men.”
The guards had their sword points at David’s neck, and yet the big man stood as though nothing had happened, as though he was perfectly comfortable naked and with his arms bound. The man on the floor still howled. Six more guards ran into the room and carried the injured soldier away. David glanced to his left, making eye contact with the guard on that side. He glanced down at the guard’s foot, paused as though making a quick calculation, and then smiled faintly and resumed his casual stance. The guard’s eyes grew wide when he saw David look down, and he fidgeted nervously, and slowly shifted his nearest foot a few inches to the side.
Emperor Domitian was shocked and disgusted with such arrogance. And then he smiled faintly. “You have spirit. I admire that. You would do well as a friend of the court, with your body and your handsome face.”
“I don’t want to be part of your court.”
“Well then… perhaps a gladiator. With your pleasing looks, you would well be a champion of the people and you would win their favor. And perhaps your freedom.”
“I won’t kill anyone. There’s only one man I want to kill.”
“And who is that?”
“The slaver Sostratus.”
“You never have to see him again. Why—”
“Because he killed my father. And he stole my mother. And he murders innocent….”
Domitian eyed him carefully.
“I do have to see him again. In my minds eye. Knowing the evil that he does. I must find my mother. And return home.”
“Very well,” said Domitian. “I ask one last thing of you.”
David looked down his nose. “What.”
“A man like you,” Domitian said as he began to pace, “must surely attract the attention of young ladies…”
David said nothing.
“…and men.”
David stood still.
“A man like you,” said Domitian, “surely does not abstain from the joys of the flesh. Am I right?”
David muttered, “I have no spouse… so there is no reason to abstain… but there is honor in who I… I… as I said, I am not a whore.”
“Yes. And if you did pursue or partake of the advances of an admirer, would that admirer be a man, or a woman?”
David raised his head. “A man,” he said quietly.
Domitian grunted in disgust again. “Then here is your fate. I need to know which of my senators is a lover of men. I know of some, but I want to know all. If you won’t be on display for my court, and you won’t kill in the arena, then you will do this.”
“And if I refuse?”
Domitian smiled. “I am not asking you. I am informing you. Prefect Flavius wishes to honor Bacchus tonight with his own bacchanalia. They will meet tonight in the temple of Bacchus… a drunken orgy that lasts until no one can move anymore.”
“Why would you allow this?”
“I don’t. But I have been known to forget that it occurs until the morning after. If you survive, then in time you may go free and can search for your mother.”
“There is no time! Sostratus moves on, and she is lame. He will kill her if—”
“Then you’d best resign yourself to your fate and strive to live through the night. This orgy requires a sacrifice. A beautiful maiden or a handsome young man to be bound and used by the crowd. You will be that sacrifice, and my spies will note which of the men favor you. You say you are not a whore, yet that is exactly what you will become if you wish to go free to save your mother. In the darkness, hands and tongues will explore every part of your body. You will service every drunken, filthy fool—”
“No. Please!”
“—who wishes to smear their seed and saliva over your god-like body, and be assured, with such a beautiful young stallion, they will stop at nothing.”
“I will do some other… I… I cannot… I must leave tonight! She—”
“They will pour wine down your throat, and when they find out about your iron collar there, they will make sport, and use it to force you to do all manner of things to them. You say you are not a whore.” The emperor laughed. “By tomorrow morning, you will be the king of whores.”
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