Somewhere under the mysterious jungle temple, the slave driver strips the harnesses off his team. The big guys are exhausted after another hard day’s work under the lash, but they’re not done yet. Time for a little fun, at least for the guards, with some wrestling in a fire-lit pit. Get that gear off guys, and let’s see some action!
The slaves need a little encouragement, but they put on a pretty good show wrestling in the pit.
Sgt. Colt Cipriano hung sweating in the brick cell; alone, now, for well over twenty-four hours…seemed like a fucking eternity. His lean, hairy body twisted in the still air, self-consciously naked at his captor’s laughing whim. Colt felt the short hairs prickle with humiliated discomfort along the muscular ridges of chest and hard abdominals, dark patch of wiry pubes, and even the silky tuft at the base of his dangling balls. Wishing that at least one of his buddies was there- despite the shame of being strung up nude- to somehow talk past the gathering fear…but the ragheads knew all about that sort of thing and that’s why, after the initial cat-calls, guttural grunts of obvious admiration and rough, assessing caresses of the young soldier’s hard physique, he was left alone to twist in the thick air…to think about things, to wonder in the hammering silence, over and over again, what are they gonna do to me?
He was an Iberian Barcid, and a member of the royal house, with the rich blood of Carthage running through his veins; pedigreed for nearly a millennium. For all of that, the catastrophic aftermath of the Second Punic War robbed him of his heritage and the pedigree became a curse.
The handsome young Barcid fetched an astronomical sum when brought to market; the combined pack animal, high-end status symbol…and…plaything of the obscenely rich patrician able to afford the asking price. His anger smoldered like banked coals- remembering all that he had been, recollecting what he had become- and the blood of squealing Romans filled his dreams at night. His new master guessed it all and approved; a true connoisseur, he appreciated the challenge of training such a spirited young buck.
New prisoners were thoroughly examined and relevant physical statistics duly recorded on the first afternoon of their incarceration. The experience, which began with a nude weigh-in, though quite lengthy and callously invasive, was, nevertheless, considered essential by the state law enforcement agencies…and, an often-noted beneficial side effect, was the marked improvement, afterward, in many a cocky young convict’s attitude.
When I announced on Jan 1, 2020, Afterdark was starting his own Patreon Site, he commented to my post: “I’ve just moved from Poser to Daz3D. The Patreon site is my ‘learning curve, hope to be better and better.”
Having followed his work closely thus past year-and-a-half, I can testify today, he has not just gotten “better” – he has mastered the new software. That mastery, added to his tremendous artistic sensitivity, and passion for graphic hero-in-distress storytelling has made his site a veritable state of the art wellspring for the fantasy we all share.
The cops reckon it’s good policy to take a young prisoner, randomly selected, out in the yard on a regular basis- doesn’t make any difference if he deserves it or not- strip him down and fit him to the frame. The other inmates get an eyeful and, as the proceedings commence, an earful; doesn’t matter how tough the young stud thinks he is- being naked in the frame and then tasting the lash always ends up with the same response, some sooner, some later…
At any rate, the cops also enjoy the fine sight of yet another buck made into a good example.