Date: Fri, 11 Jul 2008 12:02:21 -0700 (PDT) From: Bill Subject: Roman Slave-Boy - Part 2 Roman Slave-Boy - Part 2 by Bill A pair of donkeys pulled the two-wheeled cart through the narrow cobblestone streets of Tusculum – a small city of 10,000 residents, located a day's journey from the imperial city of Rome. The teenager who sat on the cart's bench-seat reined in the two beasts outside the open door of a tavern. The establishment was identified by a painted sign picturing a drinking goblet centered between a bunch of grapes and a sheaf of wheat, symbolizing the wine and beer sold within. "Hey! Tavern-keeper!" called out the cocky 15-year-old, without moving from his perch. "I'm from the house of Lucius Flavius Lurco, here to pick up your slave-boy. Send him out quick; I'm in a hurry!" In a few moments a middle-aged woman appeared at the door, wiping her hands on the apron tied around her ample belly. "What do you mean yelling to me like that from the street, you impudent slave. I don't care who your master is. I'm a free-born citizen, and I've half a mind to take that donkey-whip and flay your pathetic hide with it. And you best believe I'd get every one of the citizens that are drinking inside my tavern to strip you naked and hold you down while I do!" The lad jumped down off the cart and sank to his knees with his head bowed. "My sincerest apologies, ma'am," he said, trying his best to sound sincerely contrite. "You are right to castigate me, and I beg your forgiveness." "Well, that's better," she said with a huff, as she surveyed the teenager. He certainly was a handsome youth, she thought to herself, and that red hair was something you didn't often see. "Stand up, then, and I'll fetch the slave," she said. "BOY!!" she bellowed at the top of her lungs. "Get your lazy ass out here, and...." "Yes, Mistress," came a quiet voice from right behind her. "I'm ready." The 13-year-old was strikingly attractive, with dark wavy hair and the swarthy complexion of the eastern Mediterranean shore. He wore a plain tunic of coarse wool that came down to mid-thigh. "Gods! Don't sneak up on me like that!" shouted the woman. "I'm sorry, Mistress." "And you," she said, turning back to the cart-driver; "bring him back directly when he is finished his job. There's more than enough work to do in the tavern, and I don't relish being short-handed when the late-afternoon crowd comes in." "Yes, ma'am. I surely will get him back here directly." Turning to the younger boy, he said "come on, then; hop up on the cart, and we'll be off." As the donkey cart pulled away from the tavern, he said "My name is Britannicus. People call me Britto." "I'm Yosef," replied the youngster, and they clasped each other's right forearm in greeting. The two set out, without talking, as the cart maneuvered through the crowded streets. The tavern was located quite near the main gate in the city's old wall, so in just a few minutes they were outside of town and could see open countryside ahead. The older boy broke the silence with a laugh and slapped Yosef on the knee. "Shit! Your mistress sure is a ball-breaker!" The younger boy shrugged. "She's not so bad," he mumbled, in half-hearted defense of his owner's wife. "And my master very kind," he added with a bit more conviction. His mistress could indeed be harsh. In fact, the only times she mellowed in her dealings with the slave-boy were the occasions when she took him to her bedroom and had him pleasure her with his tongue. The boy grimaced at the thought. "So," said Yosef, changing the subject; "tell me about this gathering at your master's villa that I'm to serve. Is it an orgy in honor of the festival?" The boy was referring to the week-long springtime festival of Floralia, which ended the next day. At this period of Roman history, Floralia was celebrated by guiltless sexual excess with prostitutes of both sexes at raucous parties and orgies. Britannicus chuckled. "No. Master doesn't need the excuse of a festival to hold an orgy! He has this group of aristocrats who get together each week to have their fill of boy-sex. They call themselves boy-lovers and call their group the Hadrianists... it has something to do with the emperor who came before the one we have now. My master seems to be the leader of the group, so the orgies are often at his villa. He provides his personal harem of boys for the enjoyment of the men and brings in a few rent-boys for variety. Sometimes guests will also bring in a favorite lad of their own to show off and share. And the best part is that my master and his friends actually like to suck boys' cocks, and even have slave-boys fuck them!" "You're kidding, right?" said Yosef in utter disbelief. It was perfectly normal for a Roman citizen to use a slave-boy for sexual pleasure, and boy-brothels were quite common and socially accepted. But for a citizen to take the subservient role in sex, especially with a boy and even more especially with a slave, was a significant breach of social and moral standards. "I swear to the gods that I'm speaking the truth," said the older boy as he held his right hand over his heart. "So you've never been sucked by a man, huh?" "Why... I've never been sucked by anyone! Man or woman; boy or girl. Never fucked anyone either." "Then it's your lucky day, pal!" said Britannicus with a sly expression. "This job sounds really different from anything I've ever done before," said Yosef, suddenly feeling anxious. "Will you be serving at the orgy too, Britto?" "Me? Nah!" Then he grinned, with a twinkle in his eye. "Want to know why? Take a look." He pulled back on the hem of his tunic, uncovering his crotch. "Gods!" exclaimed Yosef. "You have a whopper!" The teenager's prodigious organ hung down like a fat snake, its broad cock-head protruding from the foreskin. A nest of red hair adorned its base, and full balls dangled below. "I had grown too mannish for serving duty when I was only 14. Master only uses young pretty ones like you when he has his friends to an orgy." Then his voice lowered to a stage-whisper. "But when he's by himself, and he summons me to his quarters, things REALLY get interesting! Sometimes he has me dress up as a centurion, and he gets dressed as a.... Ah, there I go again, running my mouth off when I shouldn't. But you get the point, eh?" Yosef wasn't at all sure he got the point, but didn't pursue the matter. "So how big does your cock get when it's hard?" he asked. "Stroke it a bit and find out." Yosef reached over and wrapped his right hand around the impressive dick. He moved the foreskin back and forth across the cock-head and felt the organ pulsing with life, quickly stiffening and rising up. In a few moments, Yosef was holding an amazingly long erection in his hand. It was smooth and gracefully shaped, curving up slightly toward the teenager's belly. "Wow!" said the youngster. "I can't remember the last time I serviced a customer who had such a long boner!" Britannicus brazenly slid his left hand up Yosef's inner thigh, lifted his tunic, and felt the boy's youthful penis. A brief manipulation brought it fully hard, standing up a nicely-plump 4.5 inches [11cm]. "Well, now! Don't you have a handsome young cock!" said Britannicus as he gently stroked the beautiful boy-boner. "And no foreskin, eh? You're a Judean?" "Yep," Yosef said casually, accustomed to people's curiosity about his circumcised penis. He knew of his heritage, but had no coherent memories of his traumatic early childhood in the war-torn province of Judea. He had been 5 years old when the great rebellion was finally put down, and those Judeans who weren't slaughtered by Roman soldiers had been sold into slavery throughout the Empire. "So, do you turn a lot of tricks at your master's tavern?" "Master says I make more money for him than any other boy he's ever owned... and he's been almost 25 years in the business!" The boy puffed out his chest in pride. "Good with your mouth, are you?" asked Britannicus. "I should say so!" Yosef boasted. He had been trained at cock-sucking from a very young age, well before he was sold to the tavern-keeper when he was 8 years old. "You enjoy giving a good suck?" Yosef thought for a moment. He didn't really dwell on whether he liked or didn't like his duties as a slave. Sucking customers' cocks in the tavern's back room had become almost automatic, like washing the tables or sweeping the floor. But then he thought about his daily sexual service to his Master. That was different. "Sure," he answered honestly. "When I fancy the man, or if he's got a handsome and clean cock, I like it right good. "I'll bet you'd have some fun tasting my cock, eh? We can pull over up ahead and go into that grove of olive trees. I'll even return the favor. I usually don't suck other boys... unless Master tells me to, of course. But I like you, kid, and it's cool that I'd be giving you your first. So whatta you say?" "I don't know," said the boy. "Master doesn't allow me to do it for free. Wouldn't I be cheating him if I did?" "Ha! You aren't at your tavern now, are you? And you can do it for free if it's just for fun! Anyway, your master won't know a thing, and you'll end up servicing the same number of paying customers when you get back there; right? And I'm no slouch at cock-sucking either. When I was your age and serving at orgies, master's friends always told me I gave the best blow-jobs they ever had." "Well...." He was certainly tempted. As many times as Yosef had sucked men's cocks over the years, he'd always wondered what it would be like to receive a blow-job himself. Britannicus was now masturbating the boy's pre-pubescent cock more briskly, with a wonderfully erotic touch, building Yosef's desire and quickly breaking down his reluctance. He began to squirm with pleasure from the effect of the older boy's stroking hand. "So how about it, kid? Want to suck each other?" "OK," said Yosef with a grin, his eyes gleaming with the excitement of forbidden sexual adventure. Britannicus directed the cart onto a dirt path that led into the roadside grove. Once out of sight behind the olive trees, the two boys jumped down and pulled their tunics off over their heads, leaving them completely naked, both cocks still fully erect. The older boy posed, showing off his slender but muscular physique and his awesome erection for Yosef to admire. Then the younger boy posed as well, putting his hands behind his head and moving his body sensuously, as if he were in the back room at the tavern, trying to tempt a customer to pay the extra money for a fuck, rather than the cheaper suck or cheaper-yet hand job. Yosef's and Britto's bodies were a study in opposites. Yosef was a head shorter, and his wavy black hair and sensuous dark eyes contrasted with the older boy's unusual red hair and pale blue eyes, and Yosef's tan Mediterranean complexion with Britto's freckled whiteness. "Lay down with me, boy. Let's have us some fun!" said the older boy. They tumbled onto the soft grass, and Yosef lay on his back, continuing to pose erotically. Britto sat beside him for a few moments, watching as Yosef lay with his arms above his head, stretching and flexing his boyish body with cat-like grace, effecting a wanton expression of raw sexuality. "Oh, gods! You surely ARE a pretty one!" said Britannicus. "The men at the orgy will eat you up like a savory morsel of food!" Then they lay together, stroking and fondling each other's naked bodies. Finally, Yosef grinned and said "are you ready for me to give you a suck?" "Sure!" answered the older boy enthusiastically. "Tell you what... so we don't tarry too long, how about we suck each other at the same time? I guess you've never done that before, huh?" The younger boy shook his head `no'. "Here; I'll show you." Britannicus maneuvered Yosef's body so they were both on their sides, facing in opposite direction, torsos twisted slightly. With one hand massaging Yosef's butt and the other toying with his penis and ball-sack, the older boy captured the small erection with his mouth. Britto's lips slid all the way down the smooth shaft, and both boys groaned with pleasure. His tongue swirled around the boyish rod as his head bobbed up and down in eager sucking. Yosef wrapped both his hands around Britto's long penis shaft, one above the other, and there was still more than 2 inches [5cm] of cock showing. The boy's mouth devoured the elegant dark-red glans, lapping around it with his tongue. He had never before serviced a cock from this position, but he relished the sensation, not least because he was being sucked at the same time. As he shifted one hand to Britto's plump balls and took more of the long cock into his mouth, Yosef found that the angle allowed him to make the pole slide more easily into his throat. In little more than a minute, he was deep-throating almost the whole length of the 10-inch [25cm] cock. Britannicus was clearly delighted as well, as shivers of pleasure made his muscles tense. The two boys went at it with rutting urgency, each striving to draw forth a powerful orgasm from the other. Lusty guttural grunts and wet lip-smacking sounds came from both boys' sucking mouths as they worked on each other. Both were accomplished in the art, and in just a few minutes they were climaxing almost simultaneously. Spurts of cum filled Yosef's mouth, overflowing down his chin, as the spasms of dry orgasm wracked his own body. They lay back, temporarily exhausted, and Britannicus pulled Yosef into his arms. "You give a great suck, kid!" he said with a big grin. "Did you like yours?" "Yeah! It was incredible!" said Yosef dreamily. "But shouldn't we being going to your master's villa?" "You're right. I'll get a whipping from Darius if I get you there late." "Who is Darius?" asked the boy. "He's the butler of the household... the overseer of the house-slaves like me, and the procurer of rent-boys like you. He used to be a slave himself, brought from Persia when he was young, but he's free now. He's incredibly knowledgeable about the sexual arts of the eastern lands, and taught me a bunch of stuff when I first came to my master's service. He's a pretty decent overseer... so long as you don't screw up." They were dressed and back on the road in no time, and Britannicus flicked his whip at the donkeys to pick up their pace. "Britto... can I ask you a question? Are you really from Britannia?" The island province was at the Empire's farthest frontier, and was the subject of amazing stories in the tavern from soldiers and traders who had been there. "Nah! But that's where my ancestors were from. My Ma told me that her mother's mother was brought from there as a young slave-girl. Even back then, there was really good money to be made selling red-headed slaves, so they kept breeding her to red-haired studs. It's been that way ever since... my great-grandma, my grandma, and Ma... red-haired girls bred with red-haired stud-slaves. In fact, I've been hired out for stud work myself, ever since I started shooting spunk when I was 13... bedding up with slave wenches at breeding farms hereabouts and fucking them as many times as I can for a couple days when they're ripe. Nice work, eh? I guess by now there are more than a few red-head tykes out there as a result of my fuck-work. Last time I was sent to the farm where I grew up, I had a second go-round with a hot-blooded Hibernian barbarian wench who'd been one of my first stud-fucks, and she had a toddler clinging to her who had my same hair. He was naked as a jay-bird, and his cock was as big as I've ever seen on a youngster. Definitely the fruit of my seed!" he boasted with a hearty laugh. "Wow!" said Yosef. He was just beginning to appreciate the sexual charms of girls, though he hadn't yet had a chance to live out any of his fantasies. They continued talking as they rode, trading stories and experiences (with Yosef's nearly all confined to his life as a server and prostitute at his master's tavern, or else second-hand stories he'd heard from customers) until they arrived at the villa of Britto's master. From the looks of it, Yosef could tell that Lucius Flavius Lurco was impressively wealthy. Britto had told him that quite a few of Rome's aristocrats also had country homes in the nearby countryside. While all of them had opulent houses in the Imperial City as well, most preferred to be away from urban Rome during the warm months, when the air stank from the sewage in the gutters and diseases often ravaged citizens of all social classes in the metropolis of over a million residents. Rather than going into the estate's main house, they rode behind it to a nearby out-building with smoke wafting from its chimney. Britto pointed to where the younger boy should go and bade him a good day until they met again later for the return trip. Hopping off the cart and entering the building, Yosef confronted a swirl of activity. To one side of the building's large main room was a kitchen. Slaves of both sexes and a wide range of ages cooked, prepared trays of food, and washed pots. At the other side of the room, another important preparation is under way. More than a dozen beautiful naked boys, ranging in age from 8 to 14, were being washed and primped by yet another group of busy slaves. Yosef was immediately struck by the fact that nearly all of the naked boys sported erect penises, even though they weren't stroking themselves or engaging in sex play. Standing in a big wooden wash-tub was an exquisite Gallic boy around Yosef's age who was being scrubbed by two women slaves wielding sponges. He held his arms above his head passively, and his cock stood up nearly 5 stiff inches [13cm] from his hairless crotch. "That's enough for Carolus," said an older man supervising the activity; "get Alexius in there." An 8-year-old Spanish boy with wavy brown hair, whose erection was about the size of Yosef's little finger, took his place. Then the man noticed the new arrival. "About time you got here. If that horn-dog Britannicus stopped along the way and fucked you with that bludgeon growing out of his crotch, he'll wish he was dead. Then come over here, boy, and show me your asshole." Yosef did as instructed, facing away from the overseer, bending over, and pulling his ass-cheeks apart. The man licked his finger and rubbed it against the boy's anus. "Looks like he resisted the temptation," said the man. "Flex it open." Yosef obediently complied, and the finger slid in and probed at his rectum. "Good. Stand up and face me," he said, wiping his finger on Yosef's tunic. "My name is Darius. I'm the chief butler of this household and your boss for this job. I was at your master's tavern last night and watched you working. You acquitted yourself quite professionally when men were fucking your ass at the festival orgy. And you probably don't remember, but you gave me an excellent suck. So I decided to hire you for today's affair. You'll be a wine server and perform whatever sexual service any guest suggests... nothing unfamiliar for you, I gather." He reached out and fondled Yosef's soft penis, bringing it quickly to erection. "I don't imagine you've been trained in the ways of keeping your penis stiff at all times. With your mind, that is, not your fingers." "No, sir." "Well, no matter. It's nothing that can be learned in a short time." He gestured toward the naked boys. "As you can see, all of my master's catamites are adept at the skill, but they've had years of training. The three you see who are not erect are rent-boys like yourself. I will tell you when to stiffen your cock with your fingers, and thereafter you will try to keep it stiff if you can do it discretely." Darius's own fingers continued fondling quite indiscreetly. "My master and his friends like their boys to maintain good strong erections, so that's what we endeavor to provide. I won't expect you to have the practiced skills of the boys I've trained... the sexual combinations and such... but there are some rules." Darius rattled off a series of instructions that Yosef tried his best to remember. "And another thing," said the man as he finished. "No eating of the food that's set out unless a gentleman puts it in your mouth. When the event is over, we'll dine on the leftovers. Master always has me set out 10 times as much as is ever needed, and it will likely the finest meal you've had in your life. Now, let's see how clean you are." Darius ran his fingers through Yosef's thick curly hair, then put his face to it and sniffed. "You bathed recently." "Yes, sir." The man then raised the boy's arm and smelled his armpit. "A good boy-scent. We won't wash it away completely. Now, get in the tub next." The attendants were just finishing with the 8-year-old's sponge-bath. When Yosef stepped into the round wooden tub, Darius spoke to the attendants. "Keep his hair dry, and use soap only on his genitals, ass, and feet. Just a water-scrub for the rest of him." Two man-slaves walked up with buckets of warm water and poured it over the boy's front and back. The two women slaves got to work running sponges over every part of his body, working up suds from bars of tallow soap to clean his crotch, his anus, and his feet. They worked quickly, and then two buckets of rinse water were poured over him. Handed a towel and directed to the other part of the room, Yosef joined a line of boys who were waiting to have adornments and perfumes applied to them. When it was Yosef's turn, Darius (who seemed to be everywhere at once) directed that light-pink rouge be applied to Yosef's cheeks and to the small nipples on his smooth chest. A subtle blue shadow was applied to his eyelids, giving him a more feminine look, and tiny flakes of pure gold were sprinkled into his dark hair. Rose-scented perfume was applied behind his ears, while an erotic scent of musk and spices was dabbed at the base of his penis, behind his balls, and along the cleft of his buttocks. Around him, other boys were being variously adorned... some getting bright-red polish applied to their fingernails and toenails; others with jewelry on their wrists, upper-arms, necks, or ankles; most receiving subtle make-up on their faces and nipples, similar to Yosef's; and a couple bending over to have their assholes beautified with pink rouge. Eventually the 14 slave-boys, 10 of whom were the personal harem of the villa's master, made their way to the main building of the estate. They went through several richly decorated rooms and into a large garden atrium at the building's center, open to the sky and enclosed on all sides by the building. Yosef gasped audibly at its opulence. Exotic trees and flowering shrubs grew from carefully-tended beds and planters. The atrium's flooring consisted of intricate mosaic tile pictures (one showing the god Jupiter being sexually serviced by three young cupids), and there was a pool of water with a spraying fountain at its center. Scattered about were skillfully carved life-size marble statues, all of naked boys, elevated on short pedestals and painted in realistic hues... portrayed either individually and displaying youthful erections, or as love-making pairs of boys engaged in sucking or fucking. Arranged in a circle at the center of the atrium were seven lounging couches, backless and sloping up on one side, on which the host and his six guests would soon be reclining on their sides... accompanied by one or more boys. Large tables at the outer edge of the atrium bore trays of exotic foods and ornate silver goblets. Beneath the tables were amphorae (two- handled storage jars) holding wine produced from the villa's vineyards. "Alright lads," said Darius as the group gathered around him in the atrium; "they will be arriving any moment now. Give all your effort to pleasing our master and his guests. Those of you assigned to be `living statues'... get to it. Servers to your stations." Then he turned to Yosef and the three other hired-boys. "I expect no complaints about your work and that no punishments will be required for any of you. I'll be watching from that doorway over there. Now get your cocks stiff and follow the lead of the other food and wine servers." The four boys, all fully nude, quickly masturbated their youthful dicks to erection under Darius's watchful gaze. Yosef typically worked naked at his master's tavern, and customers often fondled him as he served their food and drink, but this was the first time he'd ever been directed to intentionally maintain an erection as he served. Looking at all the sexy young boys around him, sporting stiff boners that ranged from less than 3 inches [7.5cm] to more than 5 [13cm], Yosef felt an erotic excitement that kept his cock erect almost as effectively as his stroking fingers. Six of Lucius Flavius Lurco's slave-boys climbed atop short marble pedestals to create sexual displays that were living and moving versions of the marble statuary. Two of the boys stood alone atop separate pedestals and began moving in a sensual dance, sliding their hands erotically over their bodies and pushing their hips forward to display their erect penises. Another pair was engaged in a "standing 69" atop a pedestal -- an 8-year-old boy being held upside-down by a 14-year-old, sucking each other's cocks. The final pair was fucking -- one boy leaning forward with his hands resting on slightly bent knees, his stiff cock and youthful balls bobbing and swaying as the other boy penetrated his ass from behind in slow rhythmic thrusts. Yosef had only a moment to watch this display. Following the lead of the other boys who had been assigned the job of wine-serving, he went to the table holding goblets. The silver cups were decorated with fine relief artwork, portraying scenes of men and boys engaged in sexual activity. Yosef marveled at the beauty of the craftsmanship, and he smiled at the pornographic images. [To see an example of such a goblet, now on display at the British Museum, go here: bajoelsignodelibra.blogspot.com/2007/05/warren-cup.html ] As he filled two goblets from an amphora, Yosef asked a boy who was one of the villa's house-slaves: "Where's the water to dilute the wine?" "We serve it full-strength at these orgies," said the other boy, with a grin. "I guess they like to get plastered as quickly as possible." An aristocrat in his early 40s, Quintus Flavius Regulus by name, strode confidently into the atrium, his eyes eagerly scanning the array of boy-flesh. He was not dressed in the typical Roman toga, but instead wore an unusual garment the likes of which Yosef had never seen. It was a robe of pure silk, held at the waist with a silk sash, that had been brought from lands far to the east of the Empire by a trading caravan underwritten by Lucius Flavius Lurco. As each guest arrived at the villa, Lurco's servants assisted them in donning the exotic robes, with nothing worn underneath. Several serving-boys moved toward Regulus with goblets of wine and trays of food. The man looked at Yosef and gestured for the boy to come to him, waving the others off. Yosef approached, bowed his head respectfully, and offered him one of the two silver goblets. The man took the wine, and with his free hand reached out and lifted Yosef's chin, inclining the boy's face up. "You're a new one, aren't you?" said the man, as his eyes scanned down the boy's body, and his hand moved from the boy's chin, down along his chest and belly, and began to fondle Yosef's half-erect penis, making it fully hard. "Do you belong to Lurco, or are you a rented brothel-boy?" "My master is a tavern-keeper in town, sir," said Yosef softly. "A tavern-boy, eh? I'd say you're far too pretty for such base work. The gods intended for you to be a rich man's plaything, like Lurco's band of beauties." Regulus took a deep drink from the goblet, and some of it dribbled down his chin as he swallowed. "Lick it off," he said, leaning forward a bit. Yosef was quick to obey, rising up on his toes and extending his tongue to clean off the drops of wine. As his tongue slid across the man's chin, Regulus lowered his face and ran his own tongue against Yosef's, and then snaked it into the boy's mouth. Yosef knew he should respond in kind, and in a moment the two were engaged in lascivious tongue-wrestling, while the aristocrat continued to fondle the slave-boy's youthful erection. The exchange was a bit awkward, as both of them were holding sizable goblets of wine, but Regulus seemed pleased. His free hand shifted from Yosef's penis to the boy's flawlessly-smooth and shapely butt. When he broke the kiss and took another big swallow of the strong wine, Regulus noticed the arrival of another guest. A handsome aristocrat in his early 20s, the new arrival paused hesitantly at the entrance to the atrium as he shyly surveyed the scene. Regulus called over to his fellow nobleman. "Appius Silus, you young welp! Come over here." "Greetings Quintus Regulus," said the younger man in a soft voice as he approached. He was clearly a bit embarrassed, blushing slightly. "What a pleasant surprise to see you here, Silus," said Regulus as they grasped each other's forearm in greeting. "Little did I know that you were so utterly depraved as to join our little group," he said in a cheerfully sarcastic tone. "Old Lurco must have seduced you into his perverted ways, just as he did with the rest of us. Have some wine." Yosef had already stepped forward and was holding out the second goblet to Appius Pompilius Silus, the son of an immensely-wealthy senator. The young man drank several big gulps to calm his nerves. Yosef turned back to Regulus, expecting to be dismissed, but the older man gestured the boy back to his side, and his hand resumed its caressing of Yosef's ass. "I didn't expect myself at such a gathering either!" said the younger man, grinning sheepishly. "But you're right that Lurco is a talented seducer. He invited me here several times for private dinners... just him and me, attended by those amazingly-sexy boys of his. After he dulled my inhibitions with wine, and orchestrated his boys in pleasuring me, I found myself... um, well... I... uh...." "Sucking a slave-boy's cock?" offered Regulus with a sly smile. "Letting one of his young studs fuck your ass?" Silus blushed an even deeper shade of red and nodded. Yosef, overhearing the conversation, could hardly believe his ears, even though Britto had described it exactly so. "Ah, my friend," said Regulus with a laugh, clapping the younger man's shoulder. "You're in good company with our group of Hadrianists. If it was good enough for the greatest emperor in our lifetimes to worship a boy so completely, it's good enough for you and me. Lurco seduced me to his ways exactly the same way as he did you... a private orgy here in his villa, choreographed to erotic perfection. I remember well that as soon as I got home, still totally aroused by what I had done with his lads, I summoned my sexiest house-boy and took him to my bed... violating every sexual taboo imaginable... just as I'd always fantasized!" Silus relaxed, feeling more at ease with his decision to join the Hadrianists. He quaffed some more wine and spoke frankly to Regulus. "I do wish I had my own villa and slaves. It's so restricting to still be living in my father's houses and depending on him for money. Even now, my favorite boy among my family's slaves is with my parents at our place on the Island of Capri. I want so much to buy my own boy. I'm sure I would start with a young Greek, like Hadrian's lover Antinous; perhaps 12 years old... and beautiful, of course," said the man excitedly. "A boy who would be my clever companion during the day, and the satisfier of every lustful desire at night." Regulus smiled broadly. "That would be excellent! And when you get your Antinous, you must bring him to our orgies, so I can have a go at him." Then Regulus nudged Yosef toward the younger man. "But here; play with this lad a bit, Silus. Have a taste of his lips, and feel his wonderful young cock and buttocks. He's a pretty one, isn't he?" Regulus replaced Yosef with the closest available boy, walking over to where an 11-year-old sensuously danced atop a pedestal. Regulus reached up and played briefly with the slave-boy's beautiful little erection and motioned for the boy to climb down to serve him. Silus surveyed Yosef for a moment, and then he grinned. "Kiss me, boy," he said softly, setting his goblet down and embracing Yosef gently. Yosef reached up, wrapped his arms around the man's neck, and brought his face up. He mad his expression look both seductive and loving... eager for the man's kisses. Their mouths came together, lips pressing softly at first. The kiss quickly became more passionate as their tongues slid together sloppily. The man's hands wandered over Yosef's body with lustful intent, caressing his smooth back and shapely butt. Silus moaned with passion as his hard cock rubbed against Yosef, with only smooth silk separating skin from skin. "I want you, boy. My mouth craves your cock," he whispered in Yosef's ear. "And I want your beautiful lips around my phallus." Yosef wasn't quite sure he'd heard the first part correctly. `An aristocrat wants to suck my cock?' But the second part was totally familiar. "Shall I suck you now, sir?" he asked. "Oh, gods; yes!" groaned the man. Yosef dropped to his knees, parted the robe to reveal Silus's erect cock, and took it deeply into his mouth, sucking eagerly and skillfully. "Uhhh... Silus," said Regulus, looking on with an amused expression. "I hate to sound like a scold, but it is standard protocol at these gatherings to await the arrival of the other guests... and especially our host... before undertaking that degree of enjoyment. "Oh! Yes; of course!" said the young man, pushing Yosef's face away from his crotch and bringing the folds of his robe together. By now, the other four guests were making their way into the atrium. Three of them had brought their own slave-boys walking beside their masters or a step behind. As the newly arrived group came to the center of the atrium, Yosef noticed that one of these lads, a red-headed 12-year-old, bore a striking resemblance to Britannicus, and his erect penis stood up an impressive 6 inches [15cm]. Yosef thought to himself that Britto and this slave-boy must surely be related. (And indeed, they were brothers... both of them offspring of a wench owned by a local breeder and the stud who was rented to service her whenever she was ready to be bred again.) The new arrivers all welcomed Silus to the group as warmly as Regulus had, as they drank their wine and nibbled on an array of exotic delicacies brought by the serving boys. Each man now stood beside a naked boy, casually and unabashedly caressing him... some of the men guiding their boy's hand beneath the silk robe to fondle the man's cock. And as they conversed, each aristocrat was also looking around the atrium, noting the other pretty sex-slaves who would be available for sampling during the course of the orgy. The only thing that remained before the festivity could begin in earnest was the arrival of the host. "Welcome, Sons of Hadrian!" called out a portly, balding man in his mid-50s. "Welcome to my garden of boy-beauty!" Lurco made his grand entrance holding a goblet of wine in one hand and two leather dog-leashes in the other. The leashes were attached to collars around the necks of two quite-young naked boys. The lads, both 7-year-olds, were complete opposites in appearance – one a long-haired blond with pale skin, brought from the barbarian regions of Germany, and the other an ebony-skinned Nubian whose head was shaved bald. Both had erect cocks... the white boy's was barely more than 2 inches [5cm], but the African boy's slender erection was surprisingly long for his age. "Drink up, men, and have your goblets refilled," called out Lurco, as he drained his own cup. He sat down on the largest and most ornate of the upholstered couches and perched the two little slave-boys on either side of his ample lap, fondling both immature erections at once. The six other men chugged down their wine, and each claimed a couch on which to sit or recline with the boy they had initially selected or brought with them. The serving boys moved quickly to refill the cups and bring more food. With well-rehearsed choreography, four of the `living statues' climbed down from their pedestals and relocated their display to the area at the center of the circled couches. They were a range of ages... the 14-year-old and 8-year-old who had previously been sucking each other in a standing 69, as well as a 10-year-old and a 12-year-old. Several of the serving boys brought in cushions, a padded ottoman, and a tray that held several ivory dildoes of various sizes and a small ceramic bowl of oil that was kept warm above a small flame. The boys moved into position, quickly assembling a 4-way sexual union. The little 8-year-old lay on his back on the ottoman, pulling his legs straight up toward the sky. The 14-year-old spread some of the warm oil on his cock and plunged it into the little boy's asshole. The 10-year-old came from the other side, leaning forward so that his chest was resting atop the younger lad's up-raised feet, and his immature boner slid into the little boy's open mouth. The 14-year-old bent forward so that he and the 10-year-old could lasciviously rub their tongues together as the older boy was fucking and the younger one was getting a blow-job. The 12-year-old, the final participant, knelt down behind the 10-year-old and began rimming his asshole... and then stood up to enter the boy in a standing fuck. The boys moved with well-practiced precision... perfect young boy-cocks slid at a steady tempo into perfect young boy- butts. As the aristocrats watched the pornographic performance, they became increasingly intimate with their own boys. Some of the men were kissing their boys and fondling their bodies. Others were already having their cocks sucked. One had his boy laying in such a way that the man could suck on the lad's toes, while drinking wine and pausing for an occasional morsel of grilled ostrich meat. Yosef watched the display while reclining on a soft couch, being spooned from behind. Silus's hand went from fondling the boy's stiff cock to caressing Yosef's smooth slender butt. "Mmmm... you have such a fuckable ass!" whispered the handsome young man into the boy's ear. "Lick my fingers so I can feel your hole." His hand came up to Yosef's mouth, and the boy fellated the index finger, then the index and middle fingers together, as if sucking a cock. "Ah; nice! You know how to please me, boy," said Silus, as his spit-slick fingers probed along the cleft of the boy's buttocks and then worked their way into the asshole, which the boy expertly flexed open to accept the penetration. Yosef lifted and bent his leg up and forward, positioning himself to be fucked comfortably from behind. He rhythmically opened and closed his anal muscle on the man's fingers, giving a sample of what Silus would experience when his cock slid inside, and sighed with pleasure that was partly feigned but also part-authentic. Meanwhile, Lurco was being a gracious host, chatting briefly with each guest and exchanging bawdy banter about the four performers in the center and about the boys who were sharing the couches. With the guests who had brought their own slaves to share, Lurco was generous in praise of the men's taste in boy-beauty, commenting that he was particularly looking forward to sampling the red-headed slave-boy with the big cock. Lurco came finally to Silus. "And a special welcome to the newest member of our group, Appius Silus! It is so nice to have a man as young and virile as yourself who shares our unspeakable perversions." (The other men responded with laughter and shouts of "hear, hear!") "Perhaps I neglected to mention to you," continued Lurco in a loud voice, "that we have a little tradition in the Hadrianists... an initiation ceremony to mark your first orgy with us. I see you've picked out a hot young beauty for your first boy. He'll be perfect to assist in your initiation. Come with him to the center here and we'll get started." The boys who had been engaged in the 4-way fuck moved quickly out of the way... though the 8-year-old was snagged by one of the guests, joining the 11-year-old that the man had originally chosen. "Now, Silus," said Lurco with a chuckle; "you shall prove yourself worthy of our decadent little group by performing sexual acts that would scandalize our more inhibited countrymen. I shall give the instructions, though I will gladly accept suggestions from our other members about what you shall be required to do, and with which boy or boys." "Have him suck the boy's cock!" called out one man. "Have that one fuck Silus from behind... while he rims the asshole of my boy here!" said another. "Take on four at once," said another to Silus. "One cock in your mouth, one in your ass, and jacking a cock in each hand!" "I think Silus should have his bare ass spanked by a little boy, just as I was for my initiation!" said Regulus. The men all laughed, while Silus blushed with a combination of embarrassment and excitement. All of the men, Silus included, continued gulping at their wine. "Patience!" bellowed Lurco. "Here's how we'll start. Silus, you shall strip nude and come to the center. That's right, show off that beautiful stiff cock of yours! The first display of your devotion to boy-love shall be...." To be continued. Comments and suggestions are most welcome! Bil47_new@yahoo.com