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Date: Wed, 9 Apr 2025 19:43:50 -0400
From: Evan Andrews <mr.evan.andrews@gmail.com>
Subject: Raiders chapter 3 -- historical

Raiders
Chapter 3: Iter
Evan Andrews ï¿½2025


This is a fan fiction.

Yes, Spartacus and the whole Roman genre is so yester-decade, but that's
when I wrote the notes that turned into this story. The setting is the
provinces of the late Roman Empire, when the borders were less than secure
and when the barbarians were just waiting for their chance to swoop in.

As always I had faces in mind when I wrote this. Mostly they're actors from
Spartacus, with a few additions as inspiration moved me. This story should
in no way be considered a true representation of the sexuality of either
actors or characters.

The story depicts males in sexual situations with other males. If this
offends you, if you are underage, or if reading such is illegal where you
are please stop reading now. Thank you.

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After inflicting a night of man-rape on him, bandit chiefs, Brutus and
Mauretanus, made their young Roman captive, Lucius Matius Nero, lick their
cocks clean. Lucius applied himself, tonguing away and swallowing cum,
phlegm, blood, and even traces of feces off their shafts while the bandits
joked at how well he was doing.

"That's good, boy," Brutus said. "That's very good."

"Thank you, sir," Lucius choked out.

"Guards, clean this bitch up and make him ready to travel. Give him sandals
and a loincloth. He won't need any more clothing at this time of year. Then
bring him to the courtyard. We're heading out within the hour."

Lucius wiped the cum and phlegm from his face and chest, using the tattered
remains of the family sigil that Brutus had commandeered to make his
loincloth.

"And your ass, boy," the guard, Phraates, ordered.

Lucius then rubbed his aching, violated butt clean. When done, he tossed
the filthy defiled rag onto the couch. One guard handed him a pair of
sandals ï¿½ Lucius' own as it turned out, from his sleeping cubicle ï¿½
and after they were tied up the young Roman used the other length of the
ensign, what Mauretanus had been wearing, to wrap a loincloth of his own so
that at least his sex would be decently covered.

The guards bound Lucius' hands in front of him again, then hurried the boy
out to where the house slaves were being organized into gangs for
travel. Lucius searched the crowd for his mother, or sisters, or brother,
but there was no sign of any of the family. They might all lie dead in the
now-burning buildings for all he knew.

Only minutes later, the parade of slaves (Lucius couldn't deceive himself
that that was what he had become) marched away from the villa. It was the
last the young Roman ever saw of his home.

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[Lucius' mother and sisters, after being used and abused by the rank and
file bandits, had been tossed in their own cell. Somehow his mother had
found a knife which she used to kill her daughters and herself to keep them
from being turned into slave prostitutes. Ironic since Lucius (who knew
nothing about it) had taken his own first steps down that demeaning
path. All he knew was that he had no idea where they were. Nor did Lucius
realize that Marcus had not been left behind ï¿½ or killed. In fact, it
would be months before Lucius knew what had become of his brother.]

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The bandits hustled Lucius and the other slaves in his gang ï¿½ shackled,
gagged, neck chained in line to keep them from mingling ï¿½ through fields
and down obscure byways, avoiding the haunts of men as they got further and
further from any help. Lucius knew the slaves next to him, and he looked to
them for sympathy (for his father had been a good master as those things
went). Instead, the slaves seemed to know he'd been defiled by being fucked
like a whore and openly despised him for it.

The first night of being on the road, Lucius began to experience the full
horrors of his new life. Brutus and Mauretanus pulled him out of his gang,
and, in full sight of anyone who cared to watch, they confirmed all the
house slaves' worst suspicions. The bandits renewed their assault on
Lucius' young body, fucking him for an hour before leaving the young Roman
to the mercies of their men and their outlaw cocks. After that Lucius was
branded as `the whore' and treated as such.

The two bandit chiefs, intent on giving Lucius a firm grounding in his new
profession (and increasing his value when it came time to sell him), fucked
their young sex slave's ass regularly for a few days, leaving their men to
supply what they'd missed. Only when every man was done using Lucius of an
evening did the young Roman get to snatch what sleep he could in his
solitary bed on the hard ground. (Nobody else would sleep near him.)

The one thing the bandits never did, though, was fuck Lucius' mouth. They
left that free so the youth could cry and moan as he was bred further and
further into slave whoredom. After a few days, though, the chiefs handed
primary fuck training over to Crixas to manage while they went on to
"favor" the other pleasure slaves (and slave trainees) with their
attentions.

No, Lucius was not the only person from the villa suffering his sad
fate. Every night he could hear cries from other women and a few other men,
as the bandits violated them. Only these select slaves were getting trained
the be professional whores, though. The lucky rest would clearly be sold as
common labor, so not a lot would change for them except where they lived
and worked. Until then though, their bodies were let be.

After being tossed aside one night, Lucius lay on his back, listening to
the other fuck slaves in training put through the wringer. Lucius had no
idea whose cries he was hearing, though, and since the bandits kept the
gangs strictly segregated he never saw a one of his fellow whores.

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The young Roman lost count of the days he traveled this way, jogging
through the day and getting fucked through the night, but he was clearly
beyond the borders of the Empire. One night, however, Lucius at last
encountered a slave he knew well.

Claudius, despite being of Dacian extraction, had good manners and a
polished demeanor. Those qualities, in addition to his muscular compact
body, made him an ideal general house slave, and he was so cognizant of his
position that there was never a danger of him consorting with either his
mother or his sisters on the sly. When they escorted him to Lucius, it took
the handsome slave a few moments before he recognized the young master.

"Master Lucius?!" Claudius exclaimed, dumbfounded.

The slave could be excused for not immediately recognizing his former
master. Rough travel, rough living, and perpetual sexual abuse had left the
young Roman a travesty of his former self.

"Slave," Crixas told Claudius, "I want you to strip down and fuck the shit
out of this whore."

"Sir? What?" Claudius said, confused. The hunky slave knew that there were
masters who loved to have their slaves put on shows, but the Matii Nerones
had never fallen in that category. The bandits, apparently, did.

"What part of "fuck this slave" didn't you understand? Get that look off
your face and strip!" Crixas ordered.

At the tone, Claudius automatically pulled his tunica over his head and
then started to undo his loincloth. But he suddenly stopped.

"Slave!" Crixas warned.

"Don't do anything stupid, Claudius," Lucius said as he spread his legs and
pulled them up over his chest to expose his hole. "It's not worth it. Just
fuck me, and don't worry. It doesn't hurt anymore."

Claudius took several faltering steps towards his former master. Then he
stopped again and looked to Crixas.

"Please, sir, I need oil."

Crixas simply laughed, but Lucius, blushing explained, "No you don't,
Claudius. My ass is so packed with cum that I self-lube anymore. Just get
on with it, my friend."

"Friend!" Crixas roared with laughter. "Don't honey-coat the situation. You
are a slave about to get fucked by another slave. By a slave that isn't
getting fucked like a whore, I might add. Whatever else he might be, he's
not your friend."

"Forgive me, Master Lucius," Claudius said, and then he slid a suspiciously
ready to go cock into the young Roman's cunt.

"Fuck!" Lucius moaned. Claudius wasn't hung as big as Brutus or Mauretanus
(at 9 and 9 ï¿½ inches), nor yet Crixas (9 inches), but the slave's 7 ï¿½
inches of cock did the job just as well.

The bandits (and a few of the braver slaves) gathered around and laughed as
Lucius submitted his ass to another slave.

"Fuck him well, Claudius!" the villa's porter called.

"Seed him!" the tall solid bandit Segovax cried. "Make his ass swim with
your cream!"

"Take that dick, Roman whore!" the short dark bandit Pietros taunted.

"Fuck me!" Lucius cried.

Claudius plied his shaft with gusto, once he realized that there was no way
to avoid it. Other women slaves had enjoyed taking the Dacian's meat, and
when Claudius occasionally dallied with a man he not only gave pleasure,
but he took it as well. So he knew how to make Lucius' fuck good.

"Oh, Master Lucius!" Claudius grunted. "You're so hot, so tight! Take my
meat!"

The slave leaned down over the bandit's fuckboy and kissed him, whispering
as he did, "Keep up the show, Master. They think I'm playing their game."

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Lucius screamed, but then he whispered. "Is any of the
family here?"

"Not that I've seen, Master. It's just you, me, and the other slaves."

"So who're they ass fucking every night?" Lucius asked.

"Argh! I'm so close!" Claudius cried, then he whispered, "Several of the
women, sir. Priscilla, Alba, and Margarita. Oh, and the blond boy, the
Briton, Jess. He makes more noise than the rest of you put together."

Claudius scarcely noticed that he had classed Lucius as one of the sex
slaves. Lucius, however, had.

`It's not Claudius' fault. I AM being made into a boy whore,' Lucius
thought.

"Master," Claudius roared, "I can't hold off! I'm going to..."

And the muscular slave howled as his cock filled the young Roman's guts
with Dacian sperm. The crowd went wild, cheering. Claudius pulled out and
came to his feet, whereupon the bandits led the Dacian back to his own
gang.

As the sperm leaked from his hole, Lucius accepted that at the end of this
hellish journey he'd find himself on the auction block. All the slaves
would, of course, but most of the people jogging alongside him would end up
in the fields or be set to domestic work. He, on the other hand, would be
displayed naked, and have his sexual prowess described (and probably
demonstrated) in humiliating detail. Then they'd sell or trade his ass to
some filthy boy-brothel. Or maybe he'd get lucky and end up in some
barbarian chief's harem.

Lucky. Right.


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The new inspiration faces are for Claudius, Claudio Antonelli from gay
porn; Jess on Jesse Stone, gay porn again. Segovax and Pietros are based on
Mike Edward and Eka Darville from Spartacus.