Togod almost laughed at the sight of iron chains, but managed to soften it into a light grimace. Honestly, what was the point? The man had been a slave and a gladiator in Rome, the center and seat of the Republic, for years. He had seen what they did to slaves that attempted escape and knew better than to try it himself.

But he duly held out his wrists, surprised only when the guards shook their heads and chained them behind his back rather than in front of him.

“Sorry friend,” Lucius said with a genuinely apologetic shrug. He wasn’t the kindest or friendliest guard Togod knew, but he was one of the easier ones. “Special request.”

Togod shrugged, half as much to make himself comfortable as to answer the guard. He knew what was happening.

His customer for the day was high paying indeed, he realized soon after. Togod’s owner charged a lot of money for Roman nobles to make use of the popular gladiator. But he charged substantially more to actually deliver him to the customer.

The gladiator was given a hooded cloak, to hide his identity from any passerby who spent enough time at the games to recognize him. It even hid the chains, though anyone with half a brain could see that he was being escorted by two guards.

When they arrived at the great manor in the wealthy part of the Eternal City. They were stopped by a new set of guards, likely working for the owners.

“We will take him from here,” they said. And Togod’s escorts handed him over without any fuss, leaving the man mildly alarmed. Usually they accompanied him outside and waited near the door.

“Another part of the ‘special request?’” He asked. Lucius and his partner gave him apologetic nods as he was escorted inside.

The new guards didn’t talk much. They wordlessly marched him to a deep part of the house.

“You will obey the lady completely,” the big, broad shouldered guard intoned as they came into an out of the way room. He was even larger than Togod. “Any disobedience at all will be punished swiftly, and will be reported to your master.

Togod nodded and opened his mouth to reply. “Of course, I understaaaarrtgh!”

The other guard moved swiftly, shoving a cloth into Togod’s mouth when he wasn’t looking. It was followed an instant later by another, which was wrapped tight around his head and into his mouth. A cleave gag.

Togod forced himself not to struggle as they dragged him further into the room and attached new chains to what he was already wearing. Before he even knew what was happening, Togod was bound to a length that fell down from the ceiling, and another to the floor. There was a rattling, clanging sound. Togod found his armed forced upwards, making him bend over until it stopped. His clothes were unceremoniously stripped from him, until those iron chains and the gag were the objects on his body.

Then he was left alone.

He stewed in humiliated anger for some time before the door opened again. Togod raises his head to see a lady, his customer.

She was beautiful, as was to be expected. The very image of a Roman matron. Tall, dark hair. An angular face with high cheekbones and lips pursed into a satisfied smirk. Togod thought he recognized her, one of the women that sometimes sat in one of the boxes at games.

What he didn’t recognize was the flogger in her hands. He knew those long leather  strips. Had tasted them more than his share of times in the past.

But he had never seen nine of them attached to one handle.

She struck out while he was looking at it, whipping across his bare chest.

“ARRRGH!” He cried out, to his customer’s delight. She hit him another few times, and he grew more quiet with each one and he adjusted to the pain.

She set the flogger down, and took a moment to lower the ceiling chain so Togod could stand upright. Then she stepped up close to run her hands all over the reddening marks left over by her strikes. Then across his muscles, and further down until...

Only the did Togod spot his erection. He blinked, surprised.

“I knew you would enjoy my company,” the woman said into his ear. The soft material of her cloak like dress felt nice against Togod’s skin. A soft caress to accompany her caressing hands.

Then she dug her nails into his manhood.

Togod cried out again, and then yet again when she punched at his nipples and twisted.

He was a gladiator. No stranger to pain. It wasn’t even that these actions hurt him that much, but there was something else about them. The sudden, sharp sting of the woman’s tough. That mocking smirk of hers. Togod felt his face flush red, and he looked away in shame.

The woman’s delighted laughter irritated and excited him in equal measure.

“You will be with me for the next two days,” the lady said. Togod looked up in shock, surprised his master’s would allow such a thing. She must have offered more money than he thought.

“And if I enjoy you enough... I may decide to buy you completely.”

As the weight and meaning of her words crashed down upon Togod, she went to pick up her flogger again.

His cry when struck again, this time in the ass, was the loudest yet.