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The Obligate Ancient Roman AU Fic	By : varenoea Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 1653 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Rammstein. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Every hour in this house had been confusion, with sadness and pain in irregular intervals. Getting familiar with all the new tasks, finding all the rooms in the building, getting whipped on my second day. I could have coped with that.

I had come here with the determination of being clever and useful and reach a high position, to get a job and work half the nights until I could buy myself free and do whatever the fuck I wanted. Well, I hadn’t been exactly useful or clever yet. More exactly, I had even got whipped on my second day.

But it was not fair. I had come here really looking forward to it, and the first thing that my new master did was to force me into his bed. Imagine that. From then on everything was horrible. I hated every second in this house, I just wanted to get away, to some place where I’d never have to go through that again. And I couldn’t get away. It was enough to drive one into desperation.

The first night I had just fallen into the bathtub and sobbed until I was thirsty. Because I didn’t want the other slaves in the dormitory to notice that I cried. Then last night had been… it had been very confusing. Now I didn’t even know what to think. I was frightened of getting fucked again, I didn’t know what to think of a master who sucked my dick, and I didn’t want to be taken into his bed again. But here I was. I had to.

Swallowing nervously, I knocked.

“Come in!”

I stepped inside and closed the door.

He hardly looked up from the drawer. “How’s your butt? Still hurting?”

You fucking selfish idiot. I’m just a piece of meat for you, right?I shook my head.

“Good. Come here.” He sat down and patted the red sheets. I miserably stepped over, looking as limp and plain as possible. If he noticed that I let him do what he wanted but didn’t play the game, maybe he would find me too dull after a while and leave me to plucking the cabbage out of the garden.

I stood before him, and he loosened the tunic at the shoulders. Down it fell. I swallowed heavily.
He smiled the most confident smile in the world. Like he didn’t know what a disgusting piece of filth he was.

He pulled his own tunic over his head, and I turned my head the other way. I didn’t want to see it. I was frightened, because I knew that this broad body was going to be on top of me again, pressing the air out of my lungs and making me want to vomit.

“Get on the bed, Flavius.”

If I only hadn’t told him my name. If he only doesn’t want to fuck. I don’t want to be fucked again.

“I want to teach you something new. Kneel there. Yeah, right in the middle of the bed. And don’t turn around.”

Immediately my gaze was fixed on the opposite wall. I just didn’t want to make him angry. I swallowed while his big, rough paws shoved me around until I was on my knees, upright, with my back towards him.

I had heard before that the worst thing would be the shame, but honestly – I wouldn’t mind if getting fucked wouldn’t hurt worse than whipping.

His hands slid from my upper arms, down to my hands, and then reached around my chest and were placed on my belly. His breath was warm against the back of my ear, deep and inhaling. I closed my eyes, wishing I could just move and shove him away. Just not so close!

The hands suddenly changed the touch. Their movements became slow, lascivious, brushing. They slid down my belly, over my hipbones, passing the groin, only ever touching the sides of my body, down my thighs and up again, more at the front, closer to the middle. But not too close. The hair on my body started to erect, for a reason I didn’t quite understand myself. I was so absorbed in fear that I could hardly catch a clear thought. His smell, combined with anxiousness, fogged around me, and I could hardly breathe properly. His warm, even hot front pressed into my back, the hair grazing, and his hip dangerously close to my backside. I was frightened, trying a little to shove away, but his hands pressed me back against him irresistibly.

“You know”, he murmured into my ear, “you’re a rare catch. You’re stubborn and cold now, but there are talents in you I definitely like. I’ll help you develop.”

His hands wandered. The right one down, the left up toward my chest. But all I could concentrate on were the fingertips that, hardly touching, slid nearer to my thigh and stroked up and down without getting close to the middle.

“Flavius…” Lips were planting moist soft snapping kisses on the back of my neck. Slowly, but playfully. Wandering up and down the side of the neck, the shoulder, then behind one ear.

A thigh slid between mine, shoving my legs apart. I didn’t want to, but I didn’t put up a fight because, mysteriously, his fingertips were suddenly brushing my balls. I was hard with fear, I swear I was. I wanted more touches in that place. I couldn’t put up a fight against anything he did with me right now.

Slowly his hands slid up and down my shaft. I could hear my own breath go deeper. I was hot, and I felt I was already flushed.

“Shhhh..” More kisses on my neck. “Be a good boy…”

His hard-on pressed into my right cheek. I tried to shove forward, but he didn’t move and held me in place, his hand manipulating my poor dick. I trembled as his tongue slid over my neck in tiny licks. Then his mouth enveloped one earlobe and played. I hadn’t known how maddening this could feel. In my sporadic sexual encounters, there had never been much of a use for this kind of playing. Shivers ran down my spine, down my legs, down my belly, into my crotch.

The sickening smell of rose oil made my stomach convulse. I tried to get away, but he shoved me back against his body despite my weak, trembling resistance. Suddenly his fingers slid between my buttocks, again, and left an oily mess when they ran down towards the hole between my legs.

One finger slid in, and was pulled out. For a second, his hips moved away from mine, and the smell got stronger. I felt giddy. I felt sick.

Both hands slid over my stomach, and his hips pressed between my spread thighs. Again, cold smelly oil brushed my behind and the very tender but cruelly hard material of a cock slid slowly between the cheeks. Without any warning, the pain started, getting rougher and deeper while he shoved it in, continually, like he had done last time.

It was then I noticed that the wounds from the first night had not healed yet.
He bit my shoulder gently, his breath hot with arousal.

I doubled over with pain, biting my lip and moaning loudly, which was the only thing that kept me from screaming. I couldn’t stay upright.

“Yeah, that’s good…” he panted, “bend over…” Slowly the thrusting started. His arm was still around my chest while the other held my hip steady.

I yelped when I found out that this position gave him deeper access than last time.

“Sh!” he hissed between the hard breaths. Then, seemingly feeling sorry, he whispered: “Get yourself off if you like.”

There was nothing I found more insignificant in this moment, but he grabbed one of my hands with his own, pressed it around my cock and started to rub. Or, more exactly, rub me with my own hand.

I was caught in this rush of pain and slowly returning pleasure. Suddenly he didn’t seem all that unattractive to me. Suddenly, mistied by excitement and fear, my mind accepted him.

My hand fell away eventually, and all I could do was hang there, impaled and supported, and feel his hand and pray that he would satisfy me.
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When he was done, I had been finished for a while already, and all the lust had vanished and left only pain as he continued while I was just exhausted.

When he let me go, I fell on my back and lay on the blood red sheets, sobbing but unable to cry.
“Oh, come on!” He supported my shoulders and sat me up a little. In this mood, he seemed almost good-humoured. “You can’t make such a fuss every time I take you from behind! You should be used to it by now.”

I couldn’t look at him. I felt ashamed, deeply so. I had liked it. It had aroused me. I had wished it would continue, I had wished he would go harder. He had made me his partner in crime. If I could at least say that I didn’t want it!

“Tsk.” He fell back into the sheets and pulled a blanket over me, then over himself. Still cradling my shoulders, he looked up at the ceiling and said: “Look, I’ve got something that will cheer you up. Have ever had a room for yourself?”

I shook my head weakly.

“See? There’s a little empty room just two doors next to here. I’ll have all that old stuff thrown out and you can put your bed in there, and whatever else you’ve got. It’s rather tiny, but it’s better than hearing the snoring of the other slaves, right?” He grinned into my face and then grumbled in displeasure: “You don’t look like you’re happy about it.”

I swallowed. Defiance broke out of me. “Considering the things I have to do for it…”

He nonchalantly let the comment slip away, but took it as an occasion for changing the theme. “I’ve thought about it. I’m going to teach you exactly what I need. I’m going to educate you into a perfect loveboy for me.” He seemed perfectly pleased with the idea.

“May I ask a question, master?”

“You may.”

“Why me? Why not some girl?” Slowly I felt stronger again and sat up.

He considered this serenely and shrugged. “You’re good. You’re sweet. Women, ph. They’re a drag. I can still have a woman when I get married.” Thoughtfully he added: “You see, Flavius, you haven’t been much use in the last few days. You’re really not familiar with households, and there was virtually nothing you could do without supervision. But that has to change. What are you good at?”

I swallowed. “I don’t know.”

My master looked me up and down and sighed. “We’ve got to find a use for you. Beside warming my bed. There must be something you can do, even with your weak eyes.” He patted my shoulder. “The thing is, I don’t even know if you’re stupid. You haven’t talked to me at all in those three days. I’m thinking of getting you some kind of train in something you’re good at.” He smiled, suddenly looking almost warm.

I just had to get it off my chest, it blurted out of me. “I’d…”

“Yes?”

I closed my mouth, thinking if this would be too bold to ask, but then, urged, said it. “I’d love to… learn to read and write.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Good idea! Good. I can always use that for my office work.” He sat up and nodded at me. “There’s a writing and reading school I know which is not expensive. You’ll start there tomorrow. Apart from that, I’ll have them teach you some mathematics and bookkeeping. Let’s see if you are bright enough for this!”

My heart was beating. This was too good to be true.

“Yeah, that’s how I like you. With that smile.” He grinned satisfied and fell back into the pillow, lying on his side, closing his eyes.

I looked up at the ceiling, smiling and flushed. I would learn quickly, faster than anybody before me, get over any difficulty, and as soon as possible get some work in a bookstore, make copies of the scrolls and earn some money, and if I had to work through half the nights. I would get the money together and buy myself off. Live on my own and be able to beat back if somebody hit me. Never having to get into anybody’s bed again. Never being called a “bargain” again. Yes. Here was the ticket!

I turned my head to my master. I wanted to thank him. But I stopped just in time. He was already asleep.

For a moment I waited to see if he would open his eyes and talk, but he was breathing deeply already. I felt oddly out of place. I should go to my bed, probably. But then it was so nice and quiet here, and the bed was warm and it was cold outside the covers. I wasn’t tired in the least, but I decided to stay here for a little while before going back to my own bed.

I looked at the sleeping body to the right. My new master had put his head down on his arm like on a pillow, and his mouth stood slightly open while his chest heaved with the deep breaths.

He was beautiful. I couldn’t deny that. He was a little older than me, but not much. He had a long, sad-looking face, and his eyes had a bored, somewhat arrogant look all the time. I looked down his shoulders. They were extraordinarily broad for such a young man, with a wide chest that was lightly covered in dark hair. He was really beautiful. I just wished I could hate him.

I should, I knew that. For what he forced me to do. But not even after that horrible first night I had managed to hate him. There had just been sadness, defeat and the sudden knowledge that an unworthy life with all honour gone was still better than none at all, and that I really, despite anything I had thought before, wanted to live on.

It hadn’t been that way in the tannery. Nobody had paid attention to what we did as long as everything worked. All I had now, I knew, was just because my master was being nice. And this night now had shaken me up. I was completely confused about what I liked and didn’t like. He had mislead and seduced me, that was for sure.

He was decadent. He thought of me as a thing. He didn’t think anybody could have feelings who wasn’t rich and free. To him, my body was just a piece of flesh that could walk into his bedroom on its own feet. He was someone I could only despise. But then, now, I felt an odd liking for him for the things he had granted me. Maybe he just didn’t think?

His sleeping face, squeezed into his elbow joint, made me smile. I wished I could draw it like this. But I couldn’t draw.

I slowly slid out from under the covers. Getting up, the pain inside my abdomen licked up my spine in a second, but I managed to stay silent as I slowly left the room.
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