“Climb the ladder ….”
Yothin was smirking as he could see Maciste trying to make sense of the horizontal ladder. He’d been bidden to mount it. Maciste was seated astride Yothin’s latest toy .. looking distrusting along the length of the thing. Wondering suspiciously at the five pegs sticking upright out of the tree trunk. The light slowly dawning .. thinking he was beginning to see where Yothin’s increased demands were taking him. And thinking he wasn’t going to like it.
“Climb to the top rung. ….. and the lord emperor will reward you with his favours.”
Meaning better grub. Most importantly, it was clear Maciste was going to be denied decent sustenance .. that could help him manage the physical demands of the day .. until he had “climbed” this thing. His gaze followed the line of Yothin’s hand. Tapping in the air .. going from one upright peg to the next along the tree trunk. Indicating the five rungs of the ladder.
*Climb to the end …..”
Yothin’s hand reached the final peg sticking up at the far end …..
“ .. with each rung you are earning the emperor’s favours ….”
Yothin’s finger markedly indicated the final upright peg at the far end.
“Reach this ultimate ….. Lip-smacking rations will be the emperor’s reward.”
Maciste doubted that. He was still frowning, his sense of unease growing. He felt a coldness in his balls. Fearing he was being to understand.
“This one ……”
Yothin’s hand hovered over the last peg in the row.
“ ….. I call it the emperor’s pride ….. modelled, they say, on the lord emperor’s blessed member.”
The light dawned on Maciste. Yothin was holding the final peg. The sight of him gripping it .. the way his hand had a hold on the last peg in the row …. holding it like that .. enough to convince Maciste. Yothin’s grip on the “emperor’s pride” …. it was like a man jerking himself off.
He had got there before Yothin laid it out clear for him. Each peg … all five of them … represented a Parthian cock. Maciste’s path into “the lord emperor’s favours” was to stick each peg up his arse. Maciste was being taunted into sticking those things inside him. For the price of rations to keep himself going. To keep his fighting spirits up.
Trapped. Symbolically Maciste was letting himself get raped by a Parthian cock. By five Parthian cocks. If he wanted to eat.
For Yothin this was what he wanted. This was why he was upping his demands. Seeking a physical sign that Maciste was bending to his captor’s Parthian will .. accepting their domination over him. That Maciste had become an uncouth slave that Yothin could order into the most base act for a warrior-like man.
Trapped. Inviting a Parthian “cock” up his arse. Five times. Accepting that temptation because otherwise he’d starve .. he’d not have the strength .. they’d grind him down, he’d have nothing to fight back with.
With an angered sense of being trapped, Maciste’s gaze followed the line of Yothin’s hand. One-by-one he was tapping at the air. Each tap air-touched a peg. It dawned on Maciste for the first time. Each peg was different. They grew in height. Progressing from one to the next he’d be sticking a peg further up himself. Each “Parthian cock” would penetrate deeper inside him. With each peg …. Maciste would be bending more-and-more to Parthian might.
And the pegs grew in girth too. Climbing into “the lord emperor’s favours” .. tempted into this shaming in order to eat …. Maciste would progressively be sticking an even mightier Parthian “cock”up his arse. Raping himself. Symbolically bowing to the might of a rampant Parthian cock up his arse each time he moved on.