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A Roman Experience

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by Draconicon

The whirring, grinding, clicking, and general background noise of the rest of the ship gradually declined as Cornelius pulled on the brakes. Black fabric walls with holes in many places to show the machinery that even he didn't entirely understand on the other side shook, some going so far as to pop and bend a pipe through one of those holes. The white-furred rabbit turned a brown-circled eye to one such, shaking his head.

"Can you do something about that, H.A.T.?"

Once we come to a complete stop.

"That would be really problematic if it happened to burst while we're in motion, then."

I would suggest greater repairs once we've stopped, then.

"Not my fault we have to -"

Or the use of the nanites while we're in motion.

"And who would be flying this thing, then?"

One more reason for taking on more crew. Again.

Shaking his head, the rabbit stopped listening, putting his attention back to the scanners. They were rapidly coming up on their exit from the Place Between, the exterior of the ship bouncing and spinning as it always did. Thankfully, the internal space was always still. Or at least, it felt that way.

As soon as the scanners confirmed they were in the right place and time, he yanked the brakes the rest of the way back, spinning them out of the Place Between. The usual high-pressure g-forces slammed down on him, nearly knocking him out of the hexagonal ring that formed his pilot space, but passed before his grip gave out. As the ship caught the breeze, he groaned.

"Well, that was as painful as ever."

Might I suggest seeing to the g-dispersers before we leave this time?

"If I'm not being chased by a mob again."

Try not to be.

"Eh, we'll see. Heh. Sometimes they're more fun."

The disguises are in the second room from the front door, one floor up. Just as a reminder.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Just a reminder.

"Sure." Cornelius shook his head, chuckling. "But fine. Fine. I'll make sure that I'm properly dressed. You just make sure to keep the G.O.D. program from making any trouble while I'm gone."

Yes, sir.

Turning from the steering rods and the blanked-out guidance screen, Cornelius made his way down from the piloting platform and out through the doorway. The long descent through the interior of the ship - and through H.A.T. in general - was shortened by a blue platform that appeared as soon as he stepped into the void that ran up and down around him. The shimmering light underfoot kept him from falling, and gradually took him down past storage decks, recreation decks, and so much more. Before Cornelius could debate stopping at one of them for something to take with him, they'd reached the room H.A.T. had mentioned with the various disguises.

"...Not letting me get away without one, are you?"

Not this time.

"Spoilsport," he said with a chuckle.

Stepping off the platform, he entered another small room, less than four steps by four steps across, but with many different holes in the wall that were attached to conveyor belts. Cornelius tapped the button under one of them, humming to himself.

"Ancient Rome, Ancient Rome..."

As the conveyor belt rolled, he glanced at the mirror beside the hole. He supposed that H.A.T. had a point; he was not exactly dressed for the Roman countryside. All that white fur barely covered by a black, rubbery speedo and a cape? That would get all kinds of the wrong attention as soon as he stepped out, considering that he was coming in not that many years after that war with Hannibal.

Pity, though. He liked the way that the speedo hugged his package, and he knew that he caught eyes whenever the cape blew up from behind. The big-footed rabbit chuckled to himself, posing with his hand on his hips.

"Well, I'll get that back later. I'm sure that there's -"

Click. He turned back to the conveyor belt, only to groan.

"Oooooof course."

It would be nothing more than tunics, he supposed, considering that he was supposed to blend in. The whole toga thing was more restricted to citizens of the Empire, and he knew for a fact that he wouldn't be able to pass as that. Too out there, too strange, too obviously fascinated with everything that he happened to see: he'd stand out as a foreigner instantly. Well, too bad; he wasn't going to tone that down.

But it did mean dressing like someone that wasn't from Rome. He sighed as he dragged out a few pieces of cloth, comparing the colors and contrasting them against each other before picking an olive-y green that would at least look okay. Gold and red colors were too gauche for this, and as much as he would like to look fancy, it would make him too much of a target. Look like you had money and didn't look like a citizen, and the bandits would be on you instantly.

He did, however, take his speedo off, tossing it to the floor. A panel opened and closed, taking it away.

"Thank you, H.A.T."

There was no response from the ship. He tossed the tunic over his head, pulling it down until the bottom of it rested just above his knees. Boots? No, sandals. He slid those on, making sure that they were as comfortable as possible before looking at himself in the mirror.

"Hmmm...hardly chic, but certainly peasant." He nodded, pulling his ears back over his head and feeling them spring back up. "Eh, it'll do."

He pressed the conveyor belt buttons again, sending the containers of clothes away as he left the room. As he stepped back into the center, he held out a hand, and from on high descended a little plastic wand, something that wouldn't have been out of place in a little dime-store shop in the 20th century back on a little blue planet spinning towards self-destruction in a few hundred years.

That is incredibly out of place.

"Yes, but you have to admit, it's small enough not to make a difference. And unlike other plastics, it'll go 'boom' if I lose it."

That's what I'm afraid of.

"Don't be afraid. I can handle myself. Besides, it's part of the fun. And you don't want me to be defenseless, do you?"

...

"Your silence is very reassuring." Cornelius laughed. "Off to adventure."

The glowing panel beneath his feet dropped, and as it did, he fell out of the ship and into the world.

A wobbling, stomach-clenching, desperately-trying-not-to-hurl moment later, Cornelius stepped out from behind the little farmhouse he'd chosen to park his ship behind. The little top hat rested between some blades of grass and a few animal troughs, probably enough to keep any casual eye from seeing it. If they did, H.A.T. knew how to defend itself, and he trusted it to do it non-lethally.

But he had other things on his mind. The rabbit stepped forward onto the road, and looked down it towards the Roman hills.

"Ah...it looks even better than I thought."

Cornelius smiled as he took in the great walls of Rome herself. The road was filled with those that were coming to the city on business or on some other pilgrimage, but he had eyes only for the city. No illusions, of course - he was well-aware of the corruption that the system suffered from, as well as of the many problems that would eventually bring the great Empire to its knees - but for the moment, it still looked grand, and there was something to be said for appearances, no matter how shallow they actually were.

He sighed to himself, imagining what he would find inside. The great temples would be a marvelous place to start, and the temple prostitutes would probably be just as good. He chuckled as he imagined how that would work. Did they actually offer their services to non-citizens of the Empire, or was that purely something that those who had been granted citizenship were allowed?

Of course, there were the statues of the gods themselves, the various arenas that they had, the different sporting events, the food - that would be good, he was sure - and observing the local culture. Many things to do, many things to see.

Oh, and probably freeing at least one slave. One that wasn't going to do much in the grand scheme of things, that didn't need to be kept for the timeline's purposes, but that would come later. Probably when it was about time to leave so he didn't have to spend the rest of his stay sneaking around.

"Hmm, probably should have - oh, hello," Cornelius said as an elephant began crossing the street, the tall man wearing a slave collar around his throat, one studded with iron. "I'm sorry, I'm a bit busy, just figuring out - oh, you're not here to sell yourself, are you?"

The burly elephant didn't say anything, but several facts clicked for the rabbit in rapid succession. The first was that he was outsized by the bigger man, and if he was caught, he wasn't getting out of those arms.

The second was that there was nobody else on the road coming to interfere, which meant that that the elephant slave was a local and known. They trusted him more than they trusted some obvious non-citizen that they didn't care about.

The third was that he was too busy staring at the oiled-up elephant to reach for the wand until it was too late. The big pachyderm was on him, picking him up off the ground and turning him around, oiled-up chest to his back, an arm around the rabbit's throat that was squeezing so tight that it cut off any hope for air.

Cornelius had just managed to get his fingers on the wand beneath his tunic when he blacked out completely.

The rabbit woke up in the back of a wagon. Why a wagon? Interesting question, no clear answer. He groaned as he felt his arms being tugged behind his back, only to jump as something cold and hard pressed against his wrists.

"Oh, I would guess that's bondage."

Click went the metal shackles.

"Definitely bondage. Ah. Hmm."

"Mmph. Sorry," the elephant - yes, quite the big guy, he was - said from behind him. "Part of the job."

"Snatch-and-grabs seems a bit bold, even for someone that's not part of the Empire."

"Ah, but that is what makes you valuable."

A new voice? Cornelius turned from looking over his shoulder to the little gap at the front of the wagon. Someone had just stepped through, though of course the blinding light that came through with him made it impossible to see anything but a silhouette at first. The rabbit blinked rapidly, trying to clear his eyes enough to make out more details than a general roundness of the gut and some pointed ears.

He got them as the newcomer came closer, kneeling down so that they were eye to eye. Blunt muzzle, round nostril-snout, and most importantly, tusks. Yes, a boar, and a rather rounded one, too, and one that had the toga of a citizen of Rome. That explained how he had both a slave and the reason to believe that he could do what he wanted to a non-citizen, Cornelius supposed.

As the elephant moved around him, kneeling down to cuff the rabbit's ankles - a surprisingly fun feeling, he had to admit, reminiscent of that time with the hedonists on Califar 7 and their upside-down bondage sessions - the boar gripped him by the chin, forcing the rabbit to look him in the eye.

"Yes. A pity that your eyes are not the same color as the rest of your fur, but it's not too jarring."

"Sorry that my genetics don't match up to your expectations."

"And you speak with such foreign terms. Heh. That will endear you to those that want something different, something exotic. As if the rest of your body did not do that already."

No rabbits in the Empire. He had assumed that, and now he had it confirmed. Cornelius shook his head, allowing his legs to spread as wide as they could as soon as the elephant stopped with the ankle binding. Despite being naked, he didn't mind letting it all hang out in the privacy of the wagon. A seven-inch dick hung down between his legs, and a hefty white-furred sac rested on the wooden seat that supported him.

"So, I'm to be a slave, then? That's a little bold."

"Aren't you afraid?" the boar asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, it's not the first time."

"...Oh, I see. You're one of those escapist slaves, then?"

He shrugged. Not quite the way that he saw it, but it was accurate enough. There were quite a few ways to escape bondage if one wasn't keen on it, after all.

"A pity. I'll have to lower your price."

"Only if they find out."

"...Are you proposing something, slave?"

"Only that you might make more money if you kept re-selling me in the right places. An accidental escape from an owner, a return to you, a small cut of the profits?"

"...You tempt me, rabbit."

The boar tapped his chin while Cornelius hid a chuckle. While it had the sound of a fun adventure, he doubted that the boar would go for it. A slave that escaped too many times would become something of a legend, and legends of bad business were bad for business. No merchant would take it, and the boar was no exception.

"I'll just have to accept the lower price. No reason to blemish my name." The boar chuckled. "And besides, with how free you are with your body, I doubt you'll mind your new 'work.'"

"Fair enough. Oh, by the way." Cornelius chuckled. "I don't suppose that you happen to know where my belongings went? The clothes, I don't mind, but there was a little rod, perhaps two hands in length?"

"Ah, this?"

The boar pulled the white-tipped black wand from a fold of his toga, tilting it this way and that. The only reason that it didn't go off was because it was bio-printed to only activate when the rabbit used it, but that didn't make Cornelius feel any better seeing it being twisted around like that.

"I was curious what this is," the boar said. "Can you explain it?"

"I can do better. I can show you."

"Heh. Not yet. After you've been displayed to the crowd, so that your new master can know what he's purchasing. Then, I will let you explain it."

"..."

"Now, Livius. Take this new slave to the block. And for the love of Jupiter, get yourself ready. Use a cock ring if you must, but get ready."

Ah, so it's one of those slave auctions. Cornelius kept a smile on his face even as Livius stood up and grabbed him by the chains behind his back. Well, I've been through worse. I doubt that it'll be that bad, all things considered.

Livius thrust him through the curtains at the far end of the wagon, and he stumbled forward into the sunlight. He expected to fall flat on his face, but there was a stage waiting for him, one that extended forward to a plaza that was just off the road. As best he could tell, he must have been stuffed in the wagon just after getting knocked out, and the boar must have driven it up here, backing up and waiting to start the auction.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Cornelius could make out a few other slaves going through their own process, already bought and being collared and - oh, those were brands. Not so fun, those. He remembered one ice-branding that a Doberman bitch had tried back in another time. Those weren't fun, and fire brands were even less so.

Livius nudged him just a trifle too hard, and Cornelius stumbled, almost going head over heels again. The elephant grabbed him by the chains around his wrists, catching him before he could hit the ground.

"Sorry," the elephant slave muttered again.

"You're quite polite for a lackey. Any chance I can get you to disobey him?"

"He's the master. I'm the slave."

"...You don't sound like him, either. That accent?"

"...Carthage."

"Ah. Say no more," Cornelius said, shaking his head.

At least he had a gentle giant at his back, though the rabbit did admit that it was still intimidating making the long walk across the stage with everyone looking up at him. He felt self-conscious with every step no matter the showmanship that he put into his walk, and even though he spread his legs slightly to make sure that his dick really showed off its size, he felt that he was being rather shown up by the elephant behind him. The meaty slap, slap, slap of the slave's dick beneath that long white loincloth behind him was hard to ignore, after all.

Livius nudged him to the very edge of the stage, and the boar joined them there. The citizen of the Empire walked slightly off to the side, gesturing down at the rabbit.

"As you can see, fellow merchants, I have rare goods for you today. Before you is an exotic species, seen nowhere in the heartland of the Empire. Indeed, though you might see his species in the far reaches of it, I guarantee you that none have this rare pattern to his pelt, this purest of winter colorations."

"So much for being bothered by the brown bit," Cornelius muttered under his breath. "Does he get this over the top with every sale?"

"Quiet," Livius whispered. "Don't make him mad."

"Does he lose his temper easily?"

"Ah, but it is not merely his coloration that makes him a rare specimen. Look upon him."

The boar returned, and no sooner had he spoken than he grabbed the rabbit by the balls. Cornelius yelped as he was dragged forward, fingers pinching just above the heavy sac, pressing in so tight that he actually worried just a bit about the integrity of his flesh with those blunted nails pushing down on his balls.

He was held at the very edge of the stage, his toes hanging over the wooden boards and his balls pulled tight. The boar stroked them with his other hand, idly tapping his fingers against them, and Cornelius hissed at just how sensitive they were now that they had been pulled tight.

"This rabbit comes with quite the exotic package. Though you may never use it, let it not be said that you needed to buy a stallion or an elephant for something of true size. This one will doubtlessly get bigger as you tease him, or as you keep him from releasing."

"You - nngh!"

Cornelius gasped at the slight tap. Not a slap, not even a hard rap, but just a light finger-tap of warning. His cock, already quite heavy and obvious, was going up already as all the eyes of the crowd were on him. He groaned, curling his toes.

"As we have seen in the past, there are some truths to the bodies of slaves. Big attributes in one place may mean big attributes elsewhere, and this rabbit clearly shows his size."

"How big is he?" someone in the crowd shouted.

"Let us find out."

The boar pushed him forward just a bit further, and he was having to balance on his heels. The slaver chuckled to himself.

"Ah, look at that. We almost forgot. Slaves do not need footwear. Could I get some help?

Several of the merchants in the crowd stepped forward, and Cornelius groaned as he felt the sandals getting pulled off. They had been undersized, true, but he had a thing for having his feet touched and noticed. It was just...fun. Particularly when they were seeing just how big they were. He didn't miss the slight marvel that some of the merchants had when they got a good look at just how large his feet were, and how long they stretched forward.

But that was a secondary thing for the majority of the crowd. The rest of them were far more interested in his naked self, and his dick hanging over the boar's hand. Cornelius wheezed in relief when the boar finally let go of his dick, only to huff in immediate shock as that hand went up to his cock, gripping it at the base and pumping it hard and fast. The slight floppiness that it had naturally faded quickly as it rose up more and more.

It didn't take long for it to reach full erection, and he groaned, his thighs and knees grinding together as he panted for breath. Seven inches grew up to nine, throbbing up and down with full erection. The boar's hand slipped away, moving behind his back to push him forward, showing off the whole thing.

"As you can see, quite large, particularly for someone of his size."

"Mmmph...bigger than yours, I imagine," Cornelius muttered.

"But of course, this is mere decoration," the boar said, slapping the rabbit's cock to the side and leaving him hissing softly from the pleasure and discomfort together. "You may wrap it up, lock it down, or do whatever you wish to it should you buy him. The real prize that you will use is on the other side."

The boar and elephant turned him around, and soon, he was made to face Livius rather than the crowd. He felt the elephant's huge hands on his ass cheeks, and as they pressed down, he felt them spreading. He groaned, holding his breath as he fought the urge to go on tiptoes.

Heh, hope you're not disappointed, you jerk.

"As you can see, this rabbit may not be virgin -"

Not even close.

"But he is experienced. And to anyone that has had a slave before, experience is all that you need."

Cornelius agreed with that, completely. Bit of a pity that he couldn't throw a spanner in the boar's work, though. He would have liked to catch him off-guard.

"As you can see, it's been used more than once, but I imagine that it can still give pleasure. I will have my slave, Livius, show just how well he can take it, and after that, we have one more treat before the bidding begins."

Oh...right.

He had all but forgotten the fact that the elephant would be helping to show him off to the crowd. He yelped as he was picked up, lifted off his feet with a trunk around his waist and his legs thrown wide. As he was turned around, the elephant's hands went up under his knees, keeping his legs spread wide, even though the shackles were ensuring that his bound look remained. His arms were pressed against his back, and he was left with little choice but to stare out at the crowd even as the elephant's cock was navigated between his legs, rubbing right under his tail and right against his pucker.

It was big. Or at the very least, it felt big. He groaned under his breath as he rolled his head back, feeling the first little bit of cock-slime getting ground into his hole.

"You're...bigger than you look. That a thing down there?" Cornelius asked as a nervous joke.

Livius didn't answer. He just pushed.

"Ah!"

It wasn't the first time that he'd had a big partner back there, but it was the first time in a while, and it was the first time in a much longer while that he'd had this many people watching at the same time. The white-furred rabbit hissed under his breath, his toes curling tight as he felt that dick opening him up and slowly sliding in. The first thrust barely got the head inside, and that was more than enough for him to focus on, his cock jumping up and dribbling pre-cum down the shaft.

He did, however, get the slight 'reward' of hearing Livius whimper-moaning in his ears. The elephant slave clearly didn't expect him to take it that well. Or was it that he wasn't ready for the pleasure?

Either way, he could feel the steady flow of elephant pre-cum oozing into his ass, and better than that, he could feel the eyes of all the merchants staring at him as he took it. Cornelius huffed, his cheeks red, his cock hard, but at the same time, his lips were slowly curling back in a smile.

After all, at heart, he was a showman. If they wanted to get a show...he was going to give them one.

With a grunt, he relaxed everything just as Livius thrust up. The sudden difference between tightness was enough for that whole, massive cock to go into him in one smooth motion, taking him down to the elephant's balls. Livius almost tumbled over from the pleasure, while Cornelius let out an honest moan as he was filled to the brim, his cock bouncing up and down for the crowd.

"Heh...how's that...for experienced?" the rabbit asked.

To give him credit, the boar was quick to get back to his spiel, but Cornelius wasn't listening. Even as the slaver talked about his ass, he rolled his hips back against that big fat dick inside him, enjoying the way that the tip was bulging his belly ever so slightly, and he rolled his hips forward, just enough to make the elephant get a better grip on him.

"Better keep fucking me..."

Livius did. Up, down, up, down he went, and he groaned as he felt his ass cheeks getting spread. He had to work harder to keep his legs up, but he enjoyed that feeling of hot friction and his hole being forced to spread after a too-long dry-spell. Having a crowd watching only made it better as he went up, down, up, down, each time feeling his cock swing down towards his balls and then up towards his chest from the momentum. God, it was good to get seen this way, and even better to let everyone see what he could do.

Once he knew he could take it, he started clenching. The first time he did it, Livius almost lost his grip. The elephant's cock was thick, but as soon as the rabbit started clenching around it, they both had an idea of just how thick it was. Cornelius felt his rim following that pole back, feeling it stretching out and clinging to the shaft, before he let go and it stopped looking quite so stretched out.

Even so, he knew that he'd have at least a temporary gape after this. He looked forward to taking pictures when he was back at the ship.

"Well-experienced indeed, and...takes everything...you will...never be disappointed..."

The spiel continued, though there was nobody that had eyes or ears for the boar anymore. They were all on him, whether they were on his ass, or his raised feet, or that nine-inch dick that flicked up and down and up and down, dripping pre-cum on the stage, or -

Suddenly, Livius was trumpeting, the elephant losing control. Cornelius braced himself, but there was no bracing for that much cum shooting up his hole. He groaned under his breath as he felt the slime oozing into him, the thick shots of heavy, wet, hot stuff filling him up from the bottom up. The tip bulging in his stomach bulged a little further, his belly inflating as he took that load.

"Slave!" the boar shouted.

"S-sorry...master," Livius moaned.

"You weren't supposed to...fine. Fine." The boar turned back to the crowd. "As you can see, the rabbit is capable of drawing pleasure even from the most restrained. But in addition to his skills, he comes with a strange device, something found on his person. Slave."

Livius pulled the rabbit off his cock, and Cornelius groaned as the tip popped free. That odd feeling never quite settled with him, and the emptiness that followed was a sharp reminder of the fact that he had yet to cum. So was the feeling of that slime oozing out of his gaping asshole, dripping down the back of his legs and over his feet, leaving him in a puddle of gray-white. He shifted his footing, stepping in the goop with a small sigh.

"Refreshing."

"Rabbit."

"Hmm? Oh, you're talking to me?"

"Ahem." The boar pulled out the wand. "You were found with this. It is an artifact such as I have never seen. Tell us, what is this thing, and why would someone so low in the Empire be carrying it?"

"Heh. I'll have to demonstrate."

"You will explain, and -"

"Hmm. No."

He bobbed his head forward, catching the end of the wand between his lips. It wasn't his usual way of wielding it, but it would do. Thankfully, the neural connection that the bio-print allowed meant that it was less a matter of pressing buttons and more keeping his thoughts in line. And he was good at that.

Without warning, the slaver fell to his knees, his hips thrust forward and his arms on the boards behind him. His mouth clenched shut, fast and hard enough to hear the click of teeth on teeth. Cornelius flicked his head back, and he felt Livius stiffen behind him, the elephant's arms moving mechanically towards the chains around the rabbit's wrists. They were slow, clumsy, but -

Crack.

They were strong, and that was what he needed. Once the chains were broken, the shackles didn't matter much, and he took the wand out from between his lips.

"Magic..."

"Sorcery..."

He turned to the muttering crowd, not bothering to correct them. It was science, of course, the wand acting as an emitter and controller of nanites. Never left home without it, and in any setting short of the furthest futures, it was more than good enough for his purposes of safety and security. He twiddled the wand around, smiling as he took his place where the boar had been standing, leaning on the slaver's shoulder with his dick throbbing hard.

"Now, what am I bid for this slaver?"

The crowd was silent. Cornelius chuckled.

"Ah, I see. You need the whole show again? Fine."

A wave of his wand and a rather pathetic little strip-show later, the slaver was naked. The boar fell to his hands and knees afterward, his fat ass in profile to the audience. Cornelius stood on the boar's calves, his body small enough to not hurt anything, and he patted the slaver's ass cheeks.

"I admit, it's not much to look at, but come now, we all know that we're bidding on bottom-shelf products when it comes to someone that was living at the top. No skill, no talent, nothing really to offer save for a tight hole...oh, and let's not forget, the chance to exact vengeance for every bad deal that you had to suffer from him. Did I mention that? Could have sworn I did," Cornelius said, dusting his knuckles off on his chest. "At any rate, we'll give him a quick fuck, and you can see how well he takes it. And, well, I'm no Livius, but..."

Flaunting his cock with a little muscle flex, he turned to lay his shaft between the boar's ass cheeks. He nodded at the elephant.

"Hey, Livius?"

"How...how did you..."

"Nevermind that. Care to go on a trip?"

"How...you...where?"

"Thanks for not dwelling on the hows and whys. And to answer: anywhere. Just as soon as I finish busting a nut in this boar's ass."

The End

Summary: Cornelius visits Rome, only to have an unfortunate experience with the locals.

Tags: M/M, Elephant, Rabbit, Cornelius, Boar, Rough Handling, Slave Trade, Auction, Exhibitionism, Well-Hung Rabbit, Foot Appreciation, Flirting, Size Difference, Bondage, Orgasm, Cum, Creampie,