
Originally Posted by
Nero 47
Nymphidius Sabinus, attired in his toga praetexta, approached the beautiful but currently fearfully quaking slave boy, who was humiliatingly naked and bent over at the waist, firmly gripping his ankles. The nude 15 year-old occupying this debasing pose, in readiness for the forthcoming hits across his lustrous bottom from his young master’s rod, or ‘ferula’, was also attempting to summon up as much courage as possible in order to accept his imminent unjust chastisement without too much embarrassment.
As usual, the 13 year-old holding the rod felt cumbersome in his child’s purple-edged toga praetexta and momentarily pondered shedding the garment. However, the illegitimate son of the Emperor Caligula appreciated that, on this warm spring morning, he wore nothing else, apart from his sandals and loincloth underwear, or ‘subligaculum’, literally meaning ‘little bindings underneath’. He therefore decided that he would remain attired in the long flowing robe for now in order to enhance his imminent young victim’s undoubted feeling of shame at his own present nudity.
Nymphidius Sabinus also increased such shameful feeling further when, after arriving immediately behind the young slave, he began to stroke gently the imminent curvaceous subject of his rod’s fury, first with his free hand and then with the cruel ferula itself. The 15 year-old visibly vibrated in trepidation at each touch, to which sight the sadistic 13 year-old sarcastically commented "My boy, I see that your body’s a little excited today. It’s a pity that such excitement didn’t extend to your cock or you wouldn’t be in this situation!"
The young slave knew better than to reply to the comment and just attempted instead to remain as quiet and still as his debasing and distressing circumstances allowed. However, in response to the remark and realisation of what was soon to follow, the 15 year-old’s bodily quaking nevertheless increased. This reaction caused his gorgeous nude form to sway a little unsteadily within his undignified pose, as Nymphidius Sabinus’ rod was withdrawn from the pleasant curvature of the older boy’s buttocks in order to attain the uplifted position from where to launch its first strike.
Nymphidius Sabinus then surprised the petrified young slave by failing immediately to hit him. Instead of receiving the first, undoubtedly agonising and injurious blow across his bottom, the 15 year-old felt younger free fingers fondling his cock, which had already belatedly and shamefully risen to fulsome erection.
"I see, boy," Nymphidius Sabinus subsequently commented, "that masturbation did not cause your penis to become hard but your current predicament did." The 13 year-old then asked rhetorically "What kind of slave slut are you?" Given the evidence, the naked 15 year-old would not have known how to answer if his young master had expected a reply, which was not the case.
The slave boy’s penial hardness now became even more acute, beginning visibly to throb and vibrate, in reaction to Nymphidius Sabinus’ continued gentle fondling of the rigid shaft. The 15 year-old could feel his reproductive juices finally building up, ready to explode ecstatically from his cockhead. However, he knew better than to warn his young master, who presumably knew what he was doing.
Nymphidius Sabinus’ fingers eventually disappeared from the young slave’s clearly extremely excited erection, which was currently noticeably oozing copious precum, just before the 15 year-old would have climaxed and as suddenly and unexpectedly as the digits had arrived. The older boy subsequently did not know whether to feel frustration or relief at this development, as the reaction of his young master in response to any orgasmic ejaculation in the revised circumstances was difficult to determine.
The young slave also had little time to contemplate the issue because Nymphidius Sabinus now gave him the customary instructions for an imminent beating across the buttocks. "As usual," the 13 year-old commanded, "you’ll count each of the hits loudly and thank me for them and, if you forget this politeness or lose your balance in respect of any strike, it won’t count. Now ready yourself, boy, to receive your due chastisement!"
The slave boy braced himself as best he could to receive Nymphidius Sabinus’ undoubtedly efficient first blow, including clenching his bumcheeks, which he thought might help reduce the unpleasant effects of the imminent impacts. The 15 year-old also hoped that the wearing of a toga by his young master, rather than a light tunic, might hinder delivery.
The older boy’s aspiration was, however, not met, as the first strike of Nymphidius Sabinus’ rod not only sent waves of acute agony searing through the 15 year-old’s gorgeous body but also sent him crashing to the marble floor of the secluded garden colonnade.