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Post by Nennius on Aug 15, 2017 6:18:08 GMT
 I'm A Slave For You
Nennius rested his forehead against crossed arms as he lay exposed on his master's bed. He swore he could feel Valerius's eyes upon him, washing over his skin in ways that twisted his gut to sickness.
Whatever he thought might happen here, Valerius's question was not it and it took him by surprise. Was the man really interested in such things? From what he had observed in his short time in the villa was far from beloved partners. He knew his purchase was set to inflict pain, but had it? Valerius didn't seem the type that would care what or who his wife did on her own, so why the question?
"Thoughts wonder of how my Dominus must not satisfy his wife," He spoke into the mattress of the bed, hoping to hide the grin that played upon his face. "There are medicinal herbs, however, that could cure my Dominus's unfortunate ailment." He had to bite his lip to keep a stray chuckle from sound and shaking his shoulders, his words alluding to possible impotence on Valerius's behalf.
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Post by Nennius on Aug 15, 2017 5:13:52 GMT
I'm A Slave For You
He should have known it would come to this. Nennius had endured the lingering gazes of both men and women alike while on display like cattle in the marketplace. If it wasn't the lust filled stares, it was the wandering hands that cared not that they touched a living, breathing being but rather considered him a mere possession, a toy for the masses. Already he had lain multiple times with the Domina who purchased him simply for spite. He knew for certain she felt nothing but carnal pleasure with him and it wasn't as if he felt any different himself, but loveless love making wasn't an activity he engaged in when a free man.
Was Valerius to have his way with him too? Nennius licked his lips in a nervous gesture, grudgingly doing as told and undressing the bed. Removing his brace was another thing entirely. It was utterly humiliating to be unable to stand, to walk freely, to do much of anything at all. Not even Domina required this of him.
Nennius weighed his options which weren't much. He could refuse and take whatever lash he was given, and yet still have to endure whatever degradation Valerius had in mind. Or he could comply and endure whatever degradation Valerius had in mind. One would definitely hurt his ego more than the other. He decided to comply, but he'd take his dear sweet time about it. Sitting upon the bed, he bent, taking a deep breath through his nose. The longer this dragged out the worse the pit in his stomach felt. Would Valerius actually do something to him? He felt Valerius thought him too lowly and too dirty to touch. Perhaps that would be a saving grace.
He didn't want his Dominus to underestimate him in any sense of the word but at the moment he couldn't bring those baby blues to look up from the floor as he tossed the brace aside with the rest of his dignity.
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Post by Nennius on Aug 15, 2017 3:38:56 GMT
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Nennius's tongue had gotten him into more trouble than he needed and he'd been thoroughly humiliated on more than one occasion. So, now, when his Dominus called for him, he answered. Upon entering Valerius's room he took note of the man casually seated, curious as to what atrocities he might have done this time? His Domina prided herself on her ability to make things up and pin punishments on him that he didn't deserve. Valerius, however, rarely called for him, which made the possible reason for this visit all the more concerning.
The dismissal of Valerius's guard was also alarming, and he watched the man leave from the corner of his eyes, suddenly feeling very vulnerable and alone. And then his Dominus spoke. The sound of his words seemed foreign and garbled and Nennius stood there attempting to process what it was the man was getting at. The tension in the room spread out until Nennius was as taut as a bow string and when no further instruction was given, he supposed he hadn't misheard after all.
"Yes, Dominus." Nennius was stoney faced as he unbuckled and loosened the leather armor he wore to train with and he let it fall to the floor without much consideration. His belt, subligar and sandals quickly joined the rest, yet in order to continue to stand, he let his brace remain. Still defiant, however, Nennius stood naked before his Dominus, blue eyes returning a fierce and challenging gaze. |
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Post by Nennius on Jun 30, 2017 3:57:22 GMT
 mama's new pet
There wasn't much Nennius could do except to receive the Roman's sandal harshly against his shoulder, the push back ripping the flesh of his wound anew. The pain was well felt, it coursed through his body like lightning and threatened the very breath in his lungs. Fuck... He thought, fuck...fuck!! Yet Nennius simply couldn't give the Roman the pleasure of hearing his agonizing cries, so he swallowed them whole, letting them sink to the pit of his belly. Meanwhile, the lids of his eyes pressed together so tight he thought his eyes would pop from the inside. It seemed to take several minutes but the gladiator drew a breath once more, and when his hand across his torso became warm with fresh blood, the Roman woman cried foul.
"Felix!" She bellowed, "I'll not have you damaging him beyond repair!" Of course what she meant was that she wasn't sure if the gladiator could still get it up after continual blows to the abdomen. "Are you quite finished?" She questioned, crossing her arms over her breasts and arching her brows.
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Post by Nennius on Jun 26, 2017 5:09:38 GMT
mama's new pet
The closer the Roman man insisted the more Nennius resisted the urge to step backward as doing so would be a clear sign of submission and yet so was staying put and allowing himself to be belittled. Instinctively, he squared his jaw and shoulders, tipping his head back just slightly to try and gain some height, a bit of leverage. Of course nothing would come from it, the man was a Roman after all, incapable of human decency and he, as a slave, nothing more than an expensive piece of property.
His eyes flickered towards the mentioned wife. Nennius wasn't stupid. He knew damn well the reason for her sponsorship, but playing whore also meant a second chance and a possibly secured spot in the ludus. He supressed a smile, the woman looked pleased with him. Nennius had little doubt the Roman man's tune would change once he was back in the arena. Money and fame always talked and if not for him, then certainly for his Dominus.
Nennius's small victory was short lived. The Roman had stubbed his toe on his wife's new couch so naturally the couch must suffer. He grit his teeth and shifted his weight to the left as the servant removed his brace. Valerius might as well have removed his cock with the amount of humiliation caused in Nennius's subsequent tumble to the dirt. A growl of pain burst from his throats as he gripped the wound at his abdomen, any hope of even attempting to stand again vanishing like a vapor. "Feisigh do thoin fein..." He whispered under his breath, completely at a loss as how to recover from this blow.
Defiance and complete hatred washed over his expression as he lifted his head once more.
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Post by Nennius on Jun 25, 2017 2:39:14 GMT
mama's new pet
Valerius' villa was certainly larger and more impressive than the rickety ludus he had been sold to. It was also harder to get around in. Longer walks meant greater energy expenditure as he dragged his defective leg through the dirt of the garden before stepping into atrium. His stony expression gave no indication of his recent and impressive fall from grace that rivaled Icarus and his plummet from the sky. There was still a healing gash under his right eye where his opponent's spear had just missed blinding him, and a hole in his abdomen where it hadn't. All of which only aided to his misery physically and mentally. When his previous Dominus had pulled him from the arena and stroked his hair, Nennius thought he had earned some sort of redemption but only found himself on the market the very next day. Nennius might have fought some good fights but a Dominus couldn't keep investing in lame gladiator whose rise to fame was likely a fluke anyway, or so he was told.
Fuck, he hated Romans. Thinking about it again just drudged up leftover hate and resentment. Even crippled, Nennius could have had a peaceful and full life had it not been for Roman war and invasion. But here he was instead, playing games of blood and death, outmaneuvering his own destruction mere seconds before it's jaws snapped. Sometimes it was hard to tell if it was just dumb fucking luck or the power of sheer will that kept him going, but he knew he simply could not -- would not die at the hand of a filthy Roman.
The woman, his sponsor, lead him into a closed office but only for a moment before he was taken back to the gardens with his new Dominus in tow. Brilliantly blue eyes used the opportunity to study the other just as he himself was studied. He hated the idea of being treated like livestock. He hated this man's eyes on him as if he were inspecting a bull, the way he circled around him like a vulture ready to pick the bones of the already deceased. He really hated the Roman woman's incessant touching. Perhaps she hadn't been told that he was just a vulgar Celt with a fucked up leg, not worthy of even being called a person. And still he kept his scowling face otherwise impassive at least until Dominus spoke. Nennius lifted his eyes through dark lashes, meeting the other's cold challenge head on. The corners of his mouth quirked. "Gladiator," He corrected. She had bought a fucking gladiator.
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Post by Nennius on Jun 24, 2017 21:17:30 GMT
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.:Name:. Nynniaw (nee-nai-yah)--> Latinized to Nennius (neh-nee-us).
.:Nick Name:. None
.:Affiliation:. Gladiator
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Nennius is tall and somewhat stocky. He has a nicely toned muscle structure that's housed under pale skin. His jawline is well defined, framing a handsome face with a straight nose, full lips and strikingly blue eyes. His hair is dark and shoulder length, shaved along the sides and often intricately braided in styles from his homeland
.:Height:. 5"11'
.:Portrayed by:. Alex Høgh Andersen
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Nennius is a bitter soul. He believes he's been dealt an unfair hand and acts accordingly. He's defiant, cocky and sarcastic, fighting only for the betterment of himself. He carries an extremely sharp disdain for all Romans.
.:Special Skills:. Nennius is able to pick up skills in a variety of areas quickly. He's comfortable with a wide array of weapons in his hands.
.:Weaknesses:. Other than his obvious physical limitations, he has a sharp tongue and it often gets him into a world of trouble. He often speaks his mind and accepts the repercussions instead of playing diplomat.
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. Helvetii
.:Family:. Deceased
.:Occupation:. Slave/Gladiator
.:History:. The son of a farmer, Nennius developed a serious infection after an accidental impalement on a post. Surviving the infection, however, meant a rather nasty scar along his hip bone and degenerative damage in the nerves of his right leg. Without the use of a crutch or a brace, Nennius is unable to stand upright or walk. When the Romans invaded his homeland, Nennius and his older brother fled. His brother, eventually caught and enslaved, hid the younger boy within a forest that resided on his Dominus' property. Feeding him and keeping him safe, Nennius' brother raised him to maturity before he was caught and crucified. Nennius, as a co-conspirator and a cripple was sentenced to the arena. By some miracle and sheer determination Nennius survived his bout and was an instant hit. He was bought and trained, a special brace crafted for his leg to grant him better mobility. He learned the ways of the Essedarius (charioteers) gladiators. In his last fight, Nennius was thrown from his chariot with grievous injury and was spared, yet despite his fame and popularity, his worth plummeted and once again he was put on the market.
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