In this second installment, we follow Septimus and his pretty young slave as the Roman army prepares for the battle of Carrhae. Laliya and his Dominus have become very close and the younger man has lost all of his earlier trepidation when it comes to sexual pursuits. By this time they have managed to scandalize the entire camp with their nighttime activities and keep everyone awake besides. Septimus believes that he has created a monster by introducing Laliya to the carnal pleasures that life holds. The kindly master tries to give his slave “days off” for his poor abused bottom to heal but said slave will have none of it and almost always manages to seduce the large, muscular Roman by the end of the day.
Septimus is not the only one who has noticed how lovely Laliya is. The boy unwittingly has half of the camp eating out of the palm of his hand. They adore the kind-hearted waif and feel rather big brotherly towards him. Not all of the Romans have such wholesome desires. Marinus, one of Septimus' captains, has been sexually harassing the pretty young slave and trying to tempt him into bed. This time, he goes too far and Septimus catches him at his games. Will the commander believe the new slave that he adores or one of his oldest friends?
WARNING: This story contains graphic gay sex, attempted rape, extreme sadism and masochism, Master/slave relationships, and salad tossing.
"He had already decided not to try and silence his exclamations of pain, considering that the men may feel that his Dominus was going easy on him if he did not cry out. The second lash hit him just under the first and already his body ached. He reveled in the sensation, letting it fill his mind and replace the memory of another man's cock against his ass. The pain became all encompassing with the third and fourth lash and he imagined that Septimus would be able to feel the heat radiating from the aching marks.
Laliya had begun to cry out loudly, channeling all of his humiliated pain into the sound. He felt so open and exposed but also oddly comforted. This was his Dominus' rod leaving hot, agonizing welts on his body, his Dominus' punishment wracking his slender form with every swing. He felt close to the man in a way that he had never experienced before, it was entirely unexpected. Laliya felt as if he were flying when the fifth lash came down, both lost in the sensation and oddly detached from it.
It was also unexpected that he felt himself become aroused. Despite the humiliation of being watched by so many pairs of eyes, or maybe because of it, Laliya felt himself harden as each stroke of the cane heightened his pain and also his pleasure. It was an oddly intimate moment between himself and Septimus, made more intimate by the crowd of people watching the proceedings. Laliya was lost in his own small world, caught between his aching erection pressed hard against the tree and his master's sure hand. "