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A robber's ordeal under the laws of Rome

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Clizio

Clizio

Onlooker
It's a summer day in the Italian countryside. In a moment, the lazyness of the afternoon is violated by shouting of men. “Catch him! Catch him!” “where is he gone, that bastard?” “I've seen him going over there!” “Let's move! We can't lose him!”

The reason of so much excitement is now said. Five roman soldiers are chasing a robber from the town through the fields and now up to the olive orchards on the hills. They are determined not to let him go. They are well trained fighters, not used to give up. Besides they know that the whip is waiting them if they come back without a prey.
The robber is also sleek, but not so resistant. The guards are reaching him. One of them gets to grab an arm of the robber and throw him to the ground. The young man struggle in the effort of escaping from his seize, but the guard is stronger and soon the other members of the patrol join him and back up. So the guy has no chance but surrender if he doesn't want to be severely punched. The guards then put the upper body of the prisoner in a sack and fasten a rope around it. This way the guy has no more possible chance to get free. Then they put him on a mule and track him to the town jail. On the way back they mess around together. They're happy. Finally they have managed to catch that bastard.

Once in the jail yard, the guards brutally take the robber down the mule. The centurion approaches them. “Untie him, I want to look that piece of shit in the face!”. The guards undo the rope and take the sack away. The centurion grabs the prisoner's neck and growls into his face. “here we are young bastard, the game is over. I really want you to know that you're definitely going to blame your useless life!” The centurion spits in the prisoner's face and pushes him away. “Strip him naked and throw him in the nastiest cell of the jail!”
The guards are on the youth in a sudden and tear his tunic into pieces. He is completely overwhelmed by their strenght that he neither dare to resist.
“Put your hands behind your head! If you even try to move them out of place I'll beat the shit out of you!” The guy accomplishes the order instantly. He really doesn't want to provoke these thugs.
The scared prisoner is now standing among five crazy legionnaires wanting to kick his ass, with the only protection of a small loincloth. He looks in panic at their bulging muscles appearing under their tunics and almost looses his breath for the pungent smell of their sweaty bodies which assaults him as they get closer. One of them grabs the edge of the prisoner's loicloth and pull it down to his ankles with a strong tug. The lad's cocks and balls pop out bouncing in full view. The guy eventually resist from moving his hands in order to cover his crotch, staying completely exposed. A red flush consequently colors his face. The shame is so great that he can't even look up. So his sight inevitably falls on his furry groin and jutting out fleshy cock, with the only result of making him even more aware of his absolute bareness.
The guard grabs and sqeezes the prisoner's balls, in order to make him completely submissive to his will. The poor moaning guy jerks on his tiptoes and rolls his eyes in response to the stinging pain. The men smirks at each others, taking their turn in pinching the lad's body. One grabs the prisoner's bottocks and takes the chance of viciously probing his fingers in his tight hole. The young guy howls in a wave of absolute panic and pain while his anus gets roughly wrecked. In that moment he sadly realizes that he has losen the property of his body. Someone elses own it now, someones perverted, unfortunately, allowed to do with it anything a deviant mind can suggest. And he can do nothing to help it, just take it and hope it will get to an end as soon as possible.

When the group gets bored, the guard drags the prisoner keeping hold of his balls. On the way through the corridors of the jail, he repeatedly squeezes them, pulling out of the young man high yells which echoe against the stone walls. At a moment they come in a small room with a dark pit digged into the ground, deep twice a man. They push the naked prisoner inside it and close the hole with a heavy iron grid. The terrorized guy looks up at his jailers from the wet and cold bottom of the pit. All the men have then instantly the same idea, and without the need of words they have already pulled out their cocks and they're starting pouring their piss on the prisoner. The naked guy in that narrow space can't avoid the sprays which are dripping down on him. Crouching and trying to repair himself with the hands is useless effort. Five jets of warm smelly urine target him. The young man screams fouriously as feels the heavy drops landing onto his head and back, soaking his hair and streaming down his face and all along his body. The warm salty liquid also seeps inside his ears, eyes, nostrils al lips, forming little rivers which tingles the skin. When the guards end up, the lad is totally drenched in their piss, which has formed a stinky steamy pool on the ground of the bottom of the pit. Scorning him and laughing loudly, the guards spit onto the prisoner and leave him alone with the final sense of humiliation and lost which that demeaning treatment has raised inside him.

To be continued...
 
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... It follows

The next morning the guards come back to take him to the magistrate. "Wake up bastard!" they scream as they remove the grill that closes the hole in which the prisoner lies. "come on, grab this" the prisoner grabs the rope being thrown at him and lets himself be pulled out, relieved to be able to leave that stinking hole. however, he is immediately attacked by fear of what awaits him. "walk!" the guards forcefully push him out of the cell and through the corridors of the prison, up to the room where the magistrate is waiting for them.
the magistrate is a forty-year-old officer known for his lack of leniency. when the guards bring in the prisoner, his expression betrays just the slightest hint of contempt. the prisoner is terrified by his figure, and does not dare to look him in the eye. he feels all the embarrassment of his own nudity while the magistrate scrutinizes him in silence. the interrogation begins without many preambles.
"What's your name?" asks the magistrate in a peremptory and impatient tone. "My name is Servius" he humbly replies. "your age?" continues the magistrate "28 years old" "Social class?" "Plebeian" "are you a Roman citizen?" "no". the magistrate pauses briefly before continuing. "the reason for the arrest?" he asks, this time turning to the head of the guards. "We caught him stealing fruit on private land." the magistrate still pauses to think, without taking his eyes off the prisoner. Servius feels his heart increasing its beat, in the wait before the decision that sets his fate. "scourge him and crucify him with the other two!" the sentence freezes him. he did not expect such a severe sentence. he would fall to his knees in despair if guards didn't hold him up. "You can go" concludes the magistrate. the guards take away the trembling prisoner. Servius is well aware that he would do better to kill himself if he only could.

it goes on...
 
at the same time he doesn't want to appear cowardly. he is determined to face the execution with firmness of mind.
nevertheless he never stops checking if there is any possibility of escape, but nothing, it is impossible to evade the surveillance of the guards who escort him, directed to the cell on the ground floor overlooking the internal courtyard, where the other two condemned men are waiting to be flogged .
"come on you scumbag" the guards yell at him as they jostle him through the corridors.
His fellows of execution welcome him in the cell with some astonishment. they evidently did not expect his arrival. they too as servius are completely naked. Servius, after a nod of greeting, sits down in a corner. the three study each other for a while, not knowing what to say.
 
At first glance, the older of the two must be in his mid-thirties. he has a muscular physique, perhaps an athlete. his appearance is manly. he has thick black hair and beard. thick hair covers his chest, runs down his abs, forming a darker line down the middle, and culminates in a thick bush of pubic hair, from which protrude a thick cock and swollen balls. even the muscles of the legs, like the pectorals and biceps, are swollen and defined, covered with thick hair. despite being in his late twenties, and quite athletic, Servius is less hairy and less strong than he is. but he is certainly more so than the other convict, who seems much younger than both of them. as a result his physique is leaner, although equally trained. his face still beardless except for a hint of mustache and goatee. chest and abs still hairless up to the navel, from which descends a thin line of hair, which joins with the explosion of pubic hair. the legs instead are quite hairy, in contrast with the rest of the body. as for cock and balls, the guy has nothing to envy compared to them, being able to boast a tool of considerable size, and above all with an exceptionally large glans.
 
Servius tries to ease the tension by breaking the silence first.
"What are you guys here for?"
the older one, slowly raising his head, replies for both.
"we are slaves. we tried to escape but we were captured." turning to the younger one he adds: "I told him not to follow me, that it was too risky, but he insisted on coming. And so he will keep me company on the cross." Servius thinks he sees a smile on the boy's face, who adds nothing, but who in turn asks Servius, after a bit of silence: "And how did you end up here? Are you a slave too?" Servius answers him willingly. "I'm not a slave but I'm not a Roman either, so it's my turn to cross too. I was caught red-handed stealing from a senator's orchard or someone like that. They didn't take it well."
"Anyway nice, Cincinnatus" the boy introduces himself. "Celsus" echoes the other. "My name is Servius, pleasure".
"the three of us will be a good show on the cross!" Celsus grins, massaging his biceps and glancing at his own body and that of the other two execution mates.
the three look at each other and burst out laughing.
 
"What the fuck are they laughing so much?"
"I were them I wouldn't be so happy!"
the cell door opens abruptly. the guards have come to get them. the moment of light-heartedness vanishes immediately. anguish for their own fate assails them again.
"come on get your ass up! We bet that the scourge will make you stop laughing?"
"you can swear! as all the others at the third stroke of the scourge they will scream to kill them!"
a guard grabs servius by the arm and pushes him out of the cell. the three are forcibly dragged into the courtyard. they are certainly in no hurry to walk the stretch that separates the cell from the whipping post.
Servius tries to drive away the fear that is taking hold of him. fussing is useless now, he thinks.
Celsus does not betray any emotion, his gaze fixed on the ground. Cincinnatus, on the other hand, is visibly nervous, the apprehension can be seen on his face.
maybe he's thinking he should have listened to celsus' advice not to follow him. after all, life as a domestic servant wasn't so bad. but above all servius curses himself for having contracted those gambling debts, to repay which he was forced to steal. it was his creditors who ordered the coups. and, he had realized more and more, not so much for the value of the loot itself, but for the risk that he ran to procure it. in fact, it almost always belonged to bigwigs. as in this case. sure his creditors would be in the crowd watching him agonize on the cross, just for fun!
here they are in the prison yard. in front of them the whipping post stands out in the middle, here are the soldiers with the scourge in their hands, who look at them with mockery, here is the centurion who is waiting for them with his arms folded and a threatening air, everything is terribly real by now.
 
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