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The big wolf gathered his toga around him, giving the assembled group a haughty look but otherwise not deigning to acknowledge the assembly.

Fools. Eunuchs the lot of them!.

His slave carefully gathered his small folding chair and wax tablet, before assisting his master to depart the senate house, the growing hubbub of voices in the room masking his retreat. Dimly he heard old Scaurus trying to regain his composure, while his shaking voice told how he was failing.

"Tribune...can you repeat that?"

"Certainly Princeps. Conscript Fathers, I veto the Senator's motion, and I will go on vetoing it while I remain a Tribune of the Plebs. You may call me a fellator all you like, it will not change my veto, though unlike certain Conscript Fathers I could name from personal experience, at least I am good at it."

The hubbub had become a roar now, angry shouts and accusations mixing with laughter and whistles. The Senator gave the assembly one last disgusted look before storming out of the doorway and down the stairs, past the Well of the Comitia all the while in a towering rage. His faithful slave trotted behind, the bull remaining silent for now. He knew his master.

"Fools!"

"Dominus, it is not unexpected."

"Agreed Cabrix, but the meek acceptance is. I never thought I would see the day when the Senate of Rome stood humbled before a mere shopkeeper. Gaius Marius, of all the wolves. Now we are his servants, plebeian and patrician alike, his bought and paid for Tribunes riding over our ancient constitution like a Parthian horseman. The Third Founder of Rome; horseshit! The first pimp of Rome more like. I weep Cabrix, I weep."

The Spanish minotaur let his master walk, his habitual fast pace letting him work off his anger and his frustration. It would not last all the way up the Palatine Hill, that much was sure. It would not be good though to let it pass entirely. Quintus Cornelius Dolabella could be unpredictable, as many of his slaves could testify. Cabrix's mind worked as he thought of ways to distract his master, preferably with something diverting.

As the pair headed for the Palatine, the bull noticed a group gathering around the markets, a large crowd indicating something worth investigating. He scanned the walls for notices, picking out the critical one amongst the throng; a slave auction, Germans from the battle at Vercellae.

"Dominus."

"Yes?" the distracted wolf barked out his response.

"Dominus, you mentioned you were interested in a new field slave."

The wolf stopped now, ears sanding slightly upright for the first time since they had left the Curia.

"Well, what of it Cabrix?"

"There is an auction due to start soon Dominus. Germans from Vercellae, spoils from Marius' victory. You always wanted a German."

The bull dropped his head under the fierce stare of his master, realising he might have made things worse.

"You had to bring up that wolf's name again, didn't you? And what of Catulus?"

"Dominus, you know full well Catulus' skills as a general, or lack of them. All Rome knows who won the battle. Be that as it may, what is to stop you enjoying some personal reward from the success of Rome's armies. There are bound to be many fine stallions to choose from...if we hurry."

Cabrix could see his master's indecision, the wolf's ears flicking wildly as he fought between curiosity and anger. Curiosity won however, and with a curt wave to follow, the senator led his grinning slave towards the market. With the aid of his massive servant, Dolabella bundled his way through the crowds, until the wolf and the bull stood before an open area by the portico.

The crowd was already animated, and many free Romans were there to watch the spectacle, as well as more than a few slaves there to do their masters' bidding. They appeared to be still at the stage of selling the more impressive warrior stallions as individual lots, before they began selling the mares and foals in groups. The old and the weak had not made it this far.

As the two watched, the auctioneer concluded the bidding for a big bay stallion, the German's eyes downcast as he was sold for 20 talents of silver. A small Greek fox came forward to attach a slave collar to the massively bigger equine, and there were plenty of ribald comments as the blushing fox led the hobbled stallion away to his new life, the two a study in contrasts.

As the crowd hushed again, the next unfortunate was led forward, and Cabrix could tell this one had made an impression on his master. The wolf had drawn in his breath in a sharp hiss, and his ears had pricked forward with intent. As the stallion stood motionless, his eyes taking in the unfamiliar sights, a slight murmuring began to build amongst the crowd.

The stallion was an exceptional specimen, of that Cabrix had no doubt. Tall even for a German, he stood over seven feet tall and yet had the broad massive physique of a mature warrior. His colouring was impressive, his coat a shimmering gold with silver mane and tail, and silver feathers at his forearms and fetlocks. He was dressed in only a loincloth for the auction, his nakedness seeming not to matter to the proud warrior. Cabrix watched him intently, sizing the brute up. It was almost as if his pride was an armour that rendered his nakedness irrelevant. The bull frowned slighty, imagining the difficulty faced by whoever was unlucky enough to have to break this one in, and praying to Jupiter that it wouldn't be him.

The bull could see why his master might be interested, though he wondered how this individual could make a useful field slave. Proud warriors were not noted for their willingness to submit to slavery at the best of times, let alone one like this, and the Cimbri were amongst the most troublesome. He was beginning to regret his flash of inspiration in bringing his master here, where the auctioneer cleared his throat and brought the assembly back to quiet attention.

"Friends! Here we have lot twenty-five for today, and I think you will agree with me when I say he is a most impressive specimen. Believed to be about thirty years of age, a Cimbric stallion in his prime, he was captured by our glorious army at Vercellae and is presented to you for sale at the command of Our beloved Consul Gaius Marius. The noble Marius has decreed that the proceeds from his sale are to be an offering to Jupiter Optimus Maximus in honour of the Great God's favour. Who could resist the chance to own this magnificent slave under those circumstances? A perfect field slave, personal attendant or litter bearer, he will provide years of faithful service once suitably broken. "

"Now my friends; who will make a bid for this slave?"

"One hundred talents!"

The murmur returned loudly now, and Cabrix was stunned to see that the wolf with his paw raised to indicate the bid was his master. One hundred talents! A significant sum even for a well educated Greek tutor. For a field slave it was stunning.

"Dominus?"

"Quiet Cabrix. I have a mind to have this one for my own reasons."

"But Dominus, do you need to spend that much for a field slave?"

"Who said he was going to be a field slave?"

As the bull ruminated on that for a moment, his curiosity now piqued but unable to question further, he was relieved to hear another voice raised across from them, a Greek wolf he recognised. Metellus' freedman, Megalanthos, obviously bidding on behalf of his master.

"One hundred and ten"

The murmur became a roar.

"Honourable Senator. Do you wish to bid again?"

"I may good auctioneer. But first I want a better look at what I am buying. Make him strip."

The crowd enjoyed that, a chorus of catcalls and whistles and laughter as the lower classes enjoyed the show. They enjoyed a spectacle, and the humiliation of a fearsome enemy warrior was the kind of spectacle they enjoyed most after chariot races and gladiators.

The auctioneer grinned at the request, and with a short bow to Dolabella, he undid the bindings holding the stallion's loin cloth. With a flourish worthy of the theatre, he whisked the flimsy garment away, leaving the warrior completely naked now, bar a few small things. Carbix could see the stallion wore a simple necklace, shaped like a star, and his mane was tied with many brightly coloured ribbons. Other than that, he now was unadorned, but the lack of adornment merely highlighted his beauty.

The crowd applauded mockingly, and the stallion continued to stand, though with a slight blushing that spoke of his slowly dissipating resolve. His stallion parts were now exposed, and Cabrix had to admit what he could see was impressive. The stallion had a thick sheath, the opening broad and dark, leading down to a pair of testicles worthy of one of such stature. They hung down low in a black sack, the skin bulging under their weight. As the stallion stood waiting, they danced a little, moving about under the twin assaults of a cooling breeze and embarrassment.

"Satisfied Senator?"

"No. I am interested in this one as a breeder, and I need to know everything is working. Make him display himself, and loose his seed for us. Then I know he will be suitable."

The crowd roared, the laughter taking on a feral, almost predatory cast as the stallion merely stood. Cabrix realised the poor captive did not understand Latin, the intent of the last statement lost on him. As the bull watched, the blush on the stallion's face darkened as he slowly began to realise that whatever was intended, he was not going to enjoy it.

The auctioneer gave Dolabella a curious glance, before turning to the stallion and beginning a blunt and brief conversation. The wolf must know some German, presumably an important asset in his trade. Whatever he was saying, it was not having the desired effect though as the stallion stood up proudly and shook his head in stoic resistance, even when the auctioneer bared his teeth and shook a clawed fist at the German.

"Is there a problem good auctioneer?"

"My apologies Senator. It appears the slave does not understand his situation. He is refusing to obey."

"Most unfortunate, and illuminating."

The crowd was restless now, loudly booing the slave and the auctioneer, the occasional piece of rubbish flying through the air to slap into the stallion's motionless form.

"I would give him a dose of the whip now Senator, but I am reluctant to mark him so close to sale and lower his value without agreement from his owner."

"I will tell you what auctioneer, I will bid right now two hundred for this one, provided he can be made to seed for me before I take him away. What say you Sextus Cornelius Magalanthos?"

The hush was sudden and complete. The fox, Metellus' freedman gulped once, his whiskers twitching, while the auctioneer merely stood gaping. Even the slave appeared to have caught the mood, staring at the wolf with the purple bordered toga that everyone else was staring at. His warrior senses were alert, but for the moment he waited.

"My lord Dolabella. I...er...do not have authority to bid that high."

"I thought so. Well, two hundred auctioneer. What do you say?"

"I...er...sold to Quintus Cornelius Dolabella....but, how do you propose to make him seed Senator? He cannot be persuaded, though you are welcome to use the whip if you think it will help."

"I have a better idea. Cabrix?"

The bull had watched the unfolding drama with growing dismay, unsure why his master had embarked on such a fool's adventure, but knowing he would somehow end in cleaning up the mess. He hadn't reckoned on cleaning it up just now, though. Nor in the way his master had in mind.

"Dominus?"

He managed to put enough of a query into the word, and just a hint of disapproval that his master would know full well his thoughts but he could not be disciplined for it. He hoped.

"Your skills are required Cabrix. If the slave will not seed himself, you will need to do it for him."

The laughter was back, and the cheers, as the big bull suddenly realised his predicament. He wondered if this was Dolabella's punishment for his disapproval, but realised he was destined to play this role anyway. His master liked his little games.

Snorting violently from his broad nostrils, silver nose ring jiggling in the air, the mortified bull approached the stallion now standing on the auction block uncomprehending, his eyes watching the bull's approach with keen interest. He addressed the grinning auctioneer, apology radiating from every muscle.

"Can you tell him what I am about to do?"

"With pleasure!"

The auctioneer barked orders to two of his attendants, a Gallic ram and another wolf, and they held the bound slave tightly while he grinned up into the impassive stallion's face. A few short sentences managed to break that impassivity, and the stallion's eyes blazed with defiance as he turned to look at Cabrix, who managed a slight shrug. His good nature didn't last long though as the stallion pursed his lips and spat, the saliva landing on Cabrix's broad muzzle before dripping to the ground.

As he wiped up the spittle, the laughter and cheers of the audience ringing in his ears, Cabrix warmed to his task appreciably. With a combative snort, the massive bull reached forward to grip his new charge's sack, squeezing hard as the stallion writhed in agony against his captors.

"Tell him to let his cock out or I crush his balls into paste and feed them to him."

He let go, waiting patiently for the translation. The stallion quietened, letting in big lungfuls of air in quaking breaths as he fell slack against the attendants. He looked into the bull's eyes again, pleading in his own, but he saw nothing to give him hope, just the same deep brown pools reflecting all but unchanged.

With a defeated nod, the slave relaxed, and his long cock began to poke from the entrance to his sheath. It's arrival drew a new round of applause, and the stallion turned his head away from the crowd, a single tear forming in one eye, as the rest of his stallionhood emerged to their approval until the whole massive length hung towards the ground.

Cabrix closed on the stallion now, his body pressed against the German. He did not flinch at the contact, even when the bull cupped his pained sack in one meaty paw. Cabrix had to admire him for that, even as he concentrated on his job.

An expert paw began to tease and caress the stallion's ball sack now, the tortured orbs finding a different sensation as the bull's gentle touch drew nickers and sighs. With his other paw, Cabrix massaged the stallion's length, teasing the sensitive skin around his sheath first with feather touches before he made his touch harder and more insistent as the German began to respond.

The formidable member, a mighty weapon even soft, grew under his caress, filling with blood and swaying in the air as the stallion lost control. With a surprised nicker, he felt his stallionhood reach full erection, the flare slapping into his belly to wild cries of delight from the crowd, and a feral smile of satisfaction from the wolf whose orders had caused him such humiliation. The stallion bit his lip and determined to resist, even as his body betrayed him. He put all his strength and will into an effort to deny his captors the satisfaction of his release.

The struggle was not an easy one though. Cabrix had a talent, and he was exerting all his skill on the stallion. As the slow sensual masturbation continued, he bent his muzzle to the German, opening his nostrils wide to drink in the heady scent of captive stud, before wrapping his lips around the crook of the German's neck and biting down teasingly just as his paw finally reached the swollen cock head. That drew a satisfying groan, and confident he would have the stallion soon, Cabrix began the sweet strokes that should drive him to climax, one paw rubbing the aching cock tip and flare while the other lovingly jacked his shaft.

A slow hand clap from the audience spurred him on, and Cabrix forgot about his own humiliation in being made to service the German slave for an audience; his senses were all filled with stallion now, taste and smell and touch. Especially smell, the rich earthy scent of musk and precum as his unwilling partner was overcome with shameful pleasures. He could almost taste that cum, and his own deep moos joined the stallion's whinnies as he sought to bring him to completion.

The stallion was more determined than Cabrix realised however. He had reached a delicious plateau, on the edge of orgasm, but the slave was denying him his due. The bull redoubled his efforts, but the stallion just clenched his teeth and resisted.

"Finish him Cabrix; you know what to do."

And so he did. With a grunt, the bull let go of the stallion's thick shaft, still using his palm on the head. He had other places to try; and the stallion let out a shocked nicker as he felt broad fingers at his tailhole. He screamed then, a plaintive cry of 'no', but it made no difference, and the bull merely chuckled as he slid two thick fingers into the clenching tailhole of the slave, seeking out his target buried deep inside.

The stallion knew he was defeated. As the bull's blunt fingertips touched his nut, he let out a cry, his cock sending out a fine spray of precum to coat Cabrix's palm. The bull bit harder on his neck, and slowly drew his palm down the stallion's shaft, concentrating on stimulating just below the head as he pummelled the twitching nut deep in the slave's tunnel.

His chest heaved, and he struggled against his captors again, but it was to no avail. Suddenly, his cock gave a throb, once, twice, then the tip flared wide and a long rope of thick cum spurted out in an arc, covering several feet before landing in the dust of the marketplace. Several more spurts joined it as the stallion emptied his balls unwillingly, shamefully and completely under the rough ministrations of his new owner's slave, and when it was done he just hung lifeless against his captors, trying to ignore the wild screams and laughter of the crowd.

"Excellent specimen auctioneer, I agree. And well worth 200 talents. "

The wolf could only nod, acutely aware of the tent in his tunic made by a throbbing wolfcock, a problem several of the onlookers were suffering from. The marketplace reeked of stallion seed.

As the stallion was led in a daze towards his new master,the bull followed licking his fingers, tasting the musky tailhole. They reached the back of the portico, and stood by their master, the wolf regarding them both with a keen eye. Meanwhile, the crowd was still in a festival mood as the next unfortunate stallion was brought out, cheering his arrival amongst the remains of his compatriot's shamed ejaculation.

"Take him to Marcelinus and get a slave collar fitted Cabrix, then bring him to the villa."

The surprise was enough to make the bull stop in mid lick and stare at his master, his face a question mark.

"Dominus?"

"What is the problem Cabrix?"

"My apologies Dominus, I did not mean to question your orders, but...I thought he would be going to your estate?"

"You thought wrong Cabrix. This one will be joining us at the villa. See to it."

"But Dominus" now the bull was completely flustered, but he drove on regardless, "If you intend using him as a breeder, he should be held at the latifundia. We will need to get in mares from other estates as we have none of our own. Or are you proposing to send him out to stud? Either way he will need to be on the estate."

"This one will not be a breeding slave."

"Now I am confused Dominus. Why did you make me do that to him then?"

"Yes, I imagine Cabrix. You will need to improve your reasoning skills before you become my head freedman, but there is still time. You have two questions for me I can see. In answer to the first; remember that I am a Pontifex. As is Marius."

"Yes Dominus?"

"What any Pontifex would know, though not the commoners here, is that the offering for Jupiter Optimus Maximus must be pure. Religiously pure. A purchase price obtained as a result of forcing a slave to seed is impure, and not worthy of the great God. Marius will know that; he will know because I will make sure word reaches him. He will not be able to make the offering; in fact, he will have to give the offering to the poor, and spend his own money to make the offering to the God in its place."

The bull had to laugh at that, and the wolf joined him, a low chuckle imagining the fury on Gaius Marius' muzzle.

"You have a second question also, a slightly more difficult one. Tell me Cabrix, what does the necklace on our silent companion here mean?"

The bull looked closely at the necklace now, taking in more details than he did before. It appeared a simple design, a seven pointed star in silver cord with what looked like hair woven into it.

"I do not know Dominus. Some barbarian Germanic cult I assumed."

"You assumed incorrectly Cabrix. It means something very interesting indeed."

The wolf stood before his new slave, the naked stallion still recovering from his ordeal and not yet accustomed to his station. He tried to ignore the wolf, his tailhole tingling from the bull's rough handling. He could smell the bull's own excitement, the thick musk filling his nostrils. It was having an effect; one he was desperate not to show.

"What is your name warrior?"

The stallion gave a start, suddenly snapped back to reality hearing a phrase in perfect Cimbric German. It was not the auctioneer though, and he was stunned to realise that he had just been addressed by the wolf in the purple bordered toga, the one who was his new master. He was so shocked that he responded without thinking.

"Brogdan."

"Brogdan indeed. Well, the sound is alien to us, so instead you will be known as Brogantus. Brogantus, the slave of Quintus Caecilius Dolabella. Repeat your name for me slave."

"B...Brogantus."

"Hmm, not bad. You will refer to me as 'Dominus' in future, but for now I will let it pass."

The stallion relaxed, becoming used to hearing his own language from a Roman grandee. How the wolf had learned it though was something he was keen to find out. As the stallion sized up his new master, the wolf let his own eyes travel the full extent of the stallion's body. His eyes blazed with hunger, something the stallion recognised. His fear returned, a fear that grew as the wolf reached for his necklace.

"Tell me Brogantus; the stallion who wears the mate to this one. Is he as beautiful as you?"

Brogantus' eyes were wide now, his nostrils flared in alarm.

"You are mine now warrior. Completely. Body and soul, and I will not let you forget it. Ever."

Dolabella looked into his slave's eyes, their gaze locked. Each powerful male stared into the other's eyes for long moments while Cabrix held his breath. The stallion blinked first, lowering his eyes and dropping his ears in submission. The bull let out a long shuddering sigh; maybe he could be taught.

"Dominus, I did not know that you spoke their language."

"Yes Cabrix, I spent some time amongst the Belgae as a cadet before I entered the senate. The chieftain I wintered with had a German slave, from the Cimbri. I learned a great many things from him." The wolf gave a half smile, remembering his youth and another German stallion like this one. "A great many useful things."

"What do you intend for this one?"

"I think Cabrix that I have just acquired my next body slave. And you are going to help me train him."