Flavius Aulus

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Chapter 3

Like many first meetings the night was one of nervousness and uncertainty. Harold was flustered when Flavius took his coat and then showed him to his seat. Hans, the slave who had served them at the earlier meeting, watched Flavius carefully as he showed Alan to another seat and asked him if he'd like a drink.

Alan looked nervously at Harold who shrugged, “Like I said, once you're through that door the rules are different. I suggest you enjoy it while you can.”

As other adults arrived Allan could not stay seated. Being told he was a guest and believing it were two different things. He compromised by standing against a wall, holding his drink and trying to stay inconspicuous as he watched the proceedings.

Matthew, the Major-domo, arrived next. Allan did not know him but recognised him as a valued slave. He noticed the slave boys stiffen up and treat him very respectfully. After he was seated he called the senior boy over and the man seemed to be asking the boy questions until the the boy smiled, said something which to Allan seemed like 'Thank you, sir' then bowed and carried on his business.

Allan recognised another visitor as an Imperial Magistrate from his clothes. He nodded briefly to the seated slave then to Harold and to Allan's terror, he gave Allan the same curt nod though he also had an appreciative smile on his face as he admired Allan's body.

Germanicus had loved his wife who had recently died, had been on excellent terms with a couple of local prostitutes as well as having a handsome slave boy around. When his wife had died after a long illness his interest in women seemed to wane. As Germanicus put it, he had never sought to replace his wife, just give her some peace and quiet. Now he was uncomfortable acting the role of the eligible bachelor but his interest in boys had increased proportionately.

Juan arrived looking almost as nervous as Allan. Seeing Matthew he quickly sat down beside him trying to become invisible. While Allan was watching Juan, the junior serving boy approached him to take his empty glass.

Titus was the last to arrive. He looked around the room then came and stood beside Allan.

“You look as if you want the floor to open and swallow you up.” Titus said by way of greeting.

“Yes sir,” Allan replied shyly.

“Don't worry! I've been taking a battering from my wife and sister in law for consenting to all this. I'd rather have you sucking my cock for some relaxation than stand here being polite. Let's both make the best of it.”

Greatly daring, Allan grinned and replied, “If your cock is as big as the rest of you I'd be happy to just stand here.”

Titus roared with laughter making everyone look at them

“Come on,” he said, “We'll sit over there.”

Titus led the way to a big armchair and flopped down onto it bidding Allan to sit between his legs. Wrapping his arms around Allan he pulled him back so that the boy was resting against his chest.

“Gentlemen and guest,” Hans said looking at Allan who blushed furiously, “May we begin the business of the evening?”

As the room quietened down he continued, “It has been suggested that in view of the difference of ranks it would be better if we only used first names. Boys will, of course, continue to speak to adults with proper respect. Does anyone object?

No one spoke so Hans continued, “Germanicus has also suggested that boys be naked and only the head boy be allowed a tunic as a badge of his rank.”

Hans continued with a grin on his face, “I have no objections but does anyone else?”

At Hans command Steven and Flavius dropped their tunics. Everyone else stared at their bruised and battered backsides.

“As you can see, it has already been necessary to punish these boys. Flavius was punished for rudeness to a guest and Steven for failing to show proper decorum.

Hans was enjoying himself. He had known Flavius since they were toddlers and had got into many scrapes together. Flavius had often shouldered all the blame for their escapades knowing how severely Hans could be punished. Hans trusted Flavius completely and they had talked about the House of Sparta many times. Hans was a little nervous with his role but knew he had Flavius' full support.

“That's my nephew learning when to keep quiet,” Titus whispered to Allan, “Interesting discipline for the Provincial Governor, isn't it?”

“You're joking,” Allan gasped, “He was serving me drinks just now. I was wondering if I'd get the chance to fuck him.”

Allan turned deep red and clasped his hand to his mouth as he realised what he had just said. It did not help that the Magistrate who was sitting next to him, had overheard him and chuckled. Titus let out another of his roars of laughter. Flavius and Steven had heard him as well and were desperately trying to keep straight faces.

“I regret this is a business evening,” Hans said trying as hard as the others not to laugh, “I'm afraid there won't be much time for social events.”

Allan was mortified to realise that just about everyone had heard him and he would have fled from the room if Titus had not kept hold of him.

“If everyone is ready then may we move onto the next item of business. It's been proposed that another boy join the House of Sparta. Allan would you stand up please?”

In another world Hans would have been working in show business.

Allan glanced frantically at Harold and as he nodded encouragingly Allan looked round at Titus who released his arms but held his hips, gently pushing him to his feet.

“Your Master in the outside world says you wish to learn and study even if it means being punished. Is that correct?”

Allan was becoming more and more frightened. He was sure that it was all leading up to some dreadful consequences for him. He was just about able to nod his head in agreement.

“As you have seen the House of Sparta demands high levels of discipline.” Hans continued, “If you joined, you would have to accept that discipline. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” Allan said quietly. He still was not sure where it was leading but it not seem as bad.

“One of the goals of the House of Sparta is to improve education throughout the Empire. If you joined you would be expected to help in that goal and set an example by obtaining the best education possible. Do you understand?”

“Oh yes sir,” Allan answered, “I'd like that more than anything.”

“Then would you like to join the House of Sparta.”

Suddenly Allan looked miserable again.

“I'd like to join, sir,” he said, “but what about my owner sir?”

“That's all right.” Harold said, “It is your choice.”

“Yes please, sir,” Allan whispered.

Leaving Steven to serve the adults, Hans shepherded Flavius and Allan out of the the room. Germanicus appreciated being served by a naked boy more than any of the others and did not waste the chance to feel Steven's cock and balls.

Steven looked nervously at his father who was watching. Harold did not respond but turned away to speak with Juan.

When Steven attended Titus he felt as if he was being sized up like a piece of meat. Steven noticed a grudging nod of approval which pleased him.

Juan was still too nervous to relax in spite of Harold's encouragement and huddled back in his chair as soon as he took his drink.

Harold smiled and looked approvingly at his son. He was pleased to see that Steven was growing into a handsome young man. Harold had never thought about his son in a sexual way before but there was something definitely enticing about the boy's butt cheeks.

Steven was most uncomfortable serving Matthew who watched him without showing any expression. He felt sloppy and idle under the Major-domo's appraising stare. He was almost certain that Matthew would give Hans a bad report which would result in a severe punishment.

Allan, on the other hand, was enjoying himself. He was back in a world he understood and he was able to talk to the other boys freely. He did not fully understand why Flavius was being treated like a slave but just accepted it. While Hans fetched the gold chain and fitted it to Allan's neck the boy's chatted.

“You're a hit with my Uncle,” Flavius said, “He's not usually into boys.”

“I'm sorry about that thing about fucking you, sir.” Allan replied. “He took me by surprise when he told me who you were.”

“You don't have to call me sir in here. Do you know where we are?”

“The Governor's Palace?” Allan replied uncertainly.

“Sorry. I didn't make myself clear. You've seen the Palace. It's shaped like an 'H', right?

Allan nodded, still unsure.

“The main entrance is in the cross bar, isn't it?” he asked.

“That's right. We're on the top floor of one of the verticals. The front right wing if you want it's name. My great great grandfather built that private entrance and stairs and he put the door at the other end of that corridor to close it off from the rest of the house.”

Allan nodded again, confidently this time understanding Flavius' description.

“He then converted all the rooms into a single suite with the entrance in the middle of main corridor. That's why the rooms tend to be long narrow.”

“Because of the second corridor inside the suite.” Allan added.

“That's right! Great great grandfather liked to entertain prostitutes. They could use this suite without involving the rest of the house.”

“And you're doing the same but you're using it as some sort of club house.”

“You catch on fast.” Flavius said, “Mr Cirenson said you were bright. Once inside this suite, there are only three ranks. Boys, guests and adults. As far as possible the boys are going to run the place”

“I was a guest, now I'm a boy.”

Flavius nodded, “If I go into the rest of the palace and put on my clothes I am Flavius Aulus, Provincial Governor and representative of his Imperial Majesty. In here or if I'm just wearing the tunic I'm just the slave boy Flavius who can beat you up for wanting to fuck me.”

Flavius had noticed that Hans had disappeared on some errand so he grabbed Allan and wrestled him to the ground. Allan squealed with laughter as Flavius tickled him mercilessly.

“Now who's going to fuck who?” Flavius laughed.

“That's cheating. I wasn't ready,” Allan giggled, “I'm gonna fuck you.”

Flavius' tickling stopped as he arched his back in pain from the lash of Hans' tawse.

“You might have learnt something from this afternoon but there's people to serve.” Hans said angrily, “I don't want Matthew thinking I can't run this place. Get out there and look after the adults.

Flavius had just endured one of the worst days of his life entertaining relatives and friends who called to offer their sympathies. Both Flavius and his mother knew that most did not care whether his father was dead or alive. They were there in the hope that they would prosper more in the new regime.

At first Julia had been scandalised at the idea of the House of Sparta but so many people had complimented her on having a son who understood the ideas of discipline, duty and service that she began to think twice about it. She was not ready to publicly change her position yet and so, in between entertaining visitors Julia nagged Flavius about 'cavorting with slaves'.

It got worse for Flavius when Titus' wife, Octavia, and children joined them for the afternoon. Titus had been under pressure to marry and he had been infatuated by his future wife's beauty. She was still beautiful even after having produced two sons who were now thirteen and sixteen years old and a daughter of nine. The problem was, her beauty truly was only skin deep.

She made it clear that she thought her husband was a stupid waster who would never amount to anything and that she only tolerated him out of wifely duty. The children took after their mother and when they were together they adopted an air of disdain and contempt for everyone and everything that could not bring them social advantage.

The conversation quickly turned to the House of Sparta.

“I'm sure my husband thought he was doing the right thing in encouraging slaves and plebs.” Octavia said, “It's just unfortunate that he hasn't tried as hard to advance himself and his family. Now this. The House of Aulus will become a laughing stock. Must you flaunt that ridiculous chain, Flavius?”

“I do so agree.” Julia replied not giving Flavius a chance to reply, “Flavius has spent too much time with that boy Hans but his father would insist that he needed a companion.”

“If Titus had taken his chance to act as protector he might have straightened your son out,” Octavia said, “but as usual he's deferred to the lower classes.”

Flavius might have tried to point out that not only an Imperial Magistrate but the Emperor himself were part of the scheme. It would not have given him much peace if he had. Julia might be warming to the idea of the House of Sparta but she only wanted the sons of the best families to join. Octavia was extremely jealous that her sons were not invited to join.

Flavius was still grief-stricken with the loss of his father and so, coupled with the stresses of the day, was in a bad way and close to tears by the time Titus arrived.

“I need to speak to you, nephew,” he said, “Come with me.”

He led the way to the House of Sparta suite and marched in.

“Hans,” he roared as he entered, “Get your butt here now.”

“Help your Master undress, then take the boy through to the gym.” Titus ordered, “Open all the windows and get some air into his lungs. He needs physical release. Do what you have to.”

Flavius had not been totally accurate about his great great grandfather's interest in prostitutes. The details were not that important except that Great Great Grandfather liked his girls to perform and entertain him and so he had installed a fully equipped gymnasium. Some of the equipment, various chains, securing eyes and cupboards full of torture implements showed that the entertainments were a bit extreme but nearly all of the girls recovered and on a good night they could leave extremely rich.

Both boys could see that Titus was in a bad mood and did not feel inclined to argue even though Flavius just wanted to disappear into his room and be alone for a while.

Hans used the intercom to summons a boy of about Flavius' size and build and took them through to the gym.

“Listen John, “ Hans said, “In this part of the building you may refuse an order without being punished but I would like your help.”

“Yes sir,” John replied.

Hans shrugged. He was holding a rope. He stood the boys against a wall and made them run the length of the gym touching the far wall and running back. Hans stood in the middle and as they passed him he took a swing at the slower boy with the rope.

Flavius' softer life began to show as he slowed and found himself on the receiving end of more and more blows. Finally he dropped gasping for air.

“Stand up,” Hans snapped, “Both of you line up against the wall again.

Hans had noticed Titus standing at the door watching and his sense of dramatics surfaced.

“You have a choice boy,” Hans said, “You can suck the winners cock or you can request another challenge.”

Flavius stared at Hans then at his Uncle Titus. They both stared impassively back at him.

“How does it work if I win the next challenge?”

“I asked you a question. You answer it. You do not ask a question of your own. You will be punished for that.” Hans replied, “Now do you give up or do you want another challenge?”

Flavius smiled quietly to himself and felt his cock begin to harden. The tensions of the day were oozing away as he faced the physical challenges.

“I'll take another challenge,” Flavius replied, adding sir after a long enough pause to be insolent.

Hans was not to be goaded. They played a Simon Says game. Flavius won it easily. He was quick enough to remain still unless the command started with Simon Says. John was so used to obeying orders he obeyed everything automatically.

“That's one each.” Hans said, “You both look as though you'd like a bit of fun so we'll let the last challenge decide who has it. We'll make it a wrestling match and the loser gets fucked by the winner.”

Hans looked at Flavius who realised he had been set up. Wrestling was popular amongst the young slaves and it was military enough to be an acceptable sport with all classes. As with the running, John's tougher life would give him an edge.

“If you call anyone sir you will do it respectfully and mean it,” Hans said.

“Yes sir,” Flavius replied meekly.

On Hans instructions Flavius and John faced each other and the fight began. At the first contact Flavius moved fast and John found himself in a neck lock. Flavius rubbed his cock against John's arse briefly before pushing him away. They grappled each other again and Flavius succeeded in getting John in a bear hug leaving him gasping for breath.

Hans had not realised that John would have one great weakness. He'd had time to realize he was competing against his Master. The running race had been easy enough and they had raced like that before, though without the rope. Things had changed when Hans had explained the prizes.

The idea that he could penetrate his owner was appalling and there was no way he could do it. In short, he did not want to win the wrestling.

Flavius was not aware of any of this. He was just happy being able to take his frustrations out on someone and was grinding his cock into John's chest as he sprawled across the boy pinioning his arms and shoulders to the ground.

Hans brought the one sided competition to a halt and invited Flavius to take his prize. Flavius looked at John and shook his head.

“You didn't try to fight me.” Flavius said, “Why not?”

“I would have won, Master.” John replied, “I knew I should not fuck my owner.”

“I may have chosen to suck you after the the running.”

“But Hans had another challenge ready. It was one you could easily win.” John replied. “It would not have happened.”

“So the only competition you tried to win was the first race?”

“Yes Master.”

“That means the second two challenges don't count and you're the winner.” Flavius said, ”Unless you'd like another wrestling match where the loser has to fuck the winner?”

John was almost in physical pain as he tried to work out how to reply. Flavius was obviously enjoying teasing John.

Titus turned quietly to Hans.

“Flavius seems to have recovered his spirits,” he said, “I think I'll indulge in a little R & R myself. There's a good high class prostitute who doesn't live too far away. I think I'll pay her a visit. If anyone asks, Flavius and I are working on vital provincial affairs and can't be disturbed.”

While Titus had been talking, John stood nervously unable to decide how to answer. Hans had thought that John might be a suitable candidate for the House of Sparta but it was obvious that he was far too shy to stand up for himself.

“That's enough teasing, Flavius,” Hans said, “You forget John is a guest. Get in front of him and kneel.”

Flavius felt an excited tingling in his groin as he knelt with his face inches from John's cock.

“Now John,” Hans continued, “If your Master was to ask you what you wanted more than anything what would you say?”

“That I'd like to be apprenticed to the gardener.” John replied immediately. “I'd like to learn how to look after town gardens because there's a demand gardeners who can do that.”

“If you ever got your freedom, you'd have a trade. Is that it?” said Hans

“Yes sir.”

Flavius felt deflated. He just had to lean forward to take John's cock in his mouth and the slave wanted to talk about gardens.

“Is that all,” Hans asked.

“Yes sir.”

Hans gave up. Even when it was being so blatantly offered John would not adopt a dominant role with Flavius. Hans gently led John away to bathe and get dressed before escorting him out of the apartment leaving Flavius kneeling there feeling a bit stupid. He had expected some sort of sexual adventure with John and it was something of a shock to discover that even his innate sexiness was not enough to overcome John's reserve.

When Hans returned he was holding a tawse. The sight of it made Flavius a little nervous but it excited him as well causing his cock to swell and point upwards.

Unlike John, Hans was more than comfortable with his role of head boy.

“In here you are just a slave boy,” Hans said, “You will not speak rudely to me, to guests or adults. Neither will you tease guests or do anything to make them uncomfortable.”

Flavius just knelt there debating whether to try to explain that he had been trying to get a response out of John.

“Maybe you were trying to get him to react,” Hans continued, “but you once said that you would like to leave Flavius Aulus with your formal clothes and just be Flavius the boy. Flavius the boy must remember his manners before everything else. Now bend over that bench.”

Flavius could not help it. He yelled then cried as the blows landed on his arse. The agony seemed unbearable but as he bucked and squirmed against the assault he could not avoid rubbing his cock and briefly the ecstasy as he shot his load between the bench and his stomach made the pain seem worthwhile.

Hans knew what had happened as he dropped his tunic and pressed his cock at Flavius' cherry. Wondering what John would make of his Master being penetrated by a mere slave Hans thrust into Flavius. It was not the first time that he had entered Flavius but it was the first time he had taken the initiative.

The pain of the beating had dampened the force of Flavius' first eruption and as his body adapted to Hans' firm and steady thrusts Flavius felt himself tensing again. The extra pressure as Flavius squeezed down on Hans' cock was enough send Hans over the edge as he his thrusts became convulsive and urgent. In his turn the demanding rubbing of his prostrate sent Flavius over the edge completely draining his balls of their stored up load.

Hans pulled Flavius to a chair and down onto his lap where they promptly fell asleep until shortly before Harold, Steven and Allan arrived.

There was a phrase that Flavius had come to hate; 'and you the Governor's son'. It appeared in just about any telling off he had ever received, no matter how slight the misdemeanour. It was as if he had been expected to avoid all mischief and mistakes simply because of his father's position.

He'd managed the first couple of days without someone saying, 'and you the Governor' but he was sure that his mother was dying for the opportunity.

Misbehaving in the House of Sparta was different. Flavius did not like being whipped but it was better than a guilty conscience for embarrassing the House of Aulus. As the blood had surged through his veins to handle the beating that afternoon, it had also flowed into his cock intensifying the feelings emanating from there.

As with the blow he received later in the evening because of his game with Allan, simple mischief met with a simple response and it made a surprisingly pleasurable contrast to the polite stuffiness of his formal life.

The gathering had heard his brief game with Allan and heard the crack as Hans' blow had landed. As he re-entered the saloon where the everyone was assembled he was aware of being watched. The new welt across his back was clearly visible as he took over Steven's task of serving the adults and as he moved around the room he seemed to receive looks of approval for accepting the discipline without complaint. He enjoyed earning the respect of people as himself, a boy, rather than the Governor or the Governor's son

He would avoid another beating if he could but if it did happen the experience would have it's thrills and rewards to compensate.

The meeting continued. The boys, except for Allan, sat on the floor. Somehow it seemed natural for Allan to continue sitting on Titus' lap. Those that knew Titus knew that he was most definitely interested in the female of the species and had never shown an interest in male company. They were surprised to see Titus' hand resting on Allan's thigh then moving further up to rest on Allan's balls.

After Hans and Flavius had explained why the other possible recruit, John, had not been proposed the discussion turned dealing with matters until things could settle down after Flavius' father's funeral.

Rome had adopted the seven day week centuries ago and the days of Saturn, the god of the harvest, and the Sun were regarded as holidays where citizens could relax in the fresh air and spend time in the country.

Tomorrow would be Friday, the last working day. The reception that Flavius had promised was set for that night.

Titus suggested that Flavius go to school the next day on a trial run. He did not mention that it would be better to give Flavius a rest from his female relatives.

Steven was to stay with Flavius that night. After resisting Allan's pleading looks for as long as could Harold relented and allowed him to stay with strict instructions that he had to be at the office an hour before it opened to help the other slaves.

The sleeping quarters for the boys were, appropriately for the House of Sparta, spartan. It was a windowless room with mattresses on the floor. The nearest thing to decoration was an alarm clock hanging by a piece of string from a hook. Steven and Flavius looked at the mattresses with some dismay while Hans and Allan were just glad they were not sleeping on the bare floor.

Flavius and Allan had both had emotional days. They were tired and somehow found themselves laying between Hans and Steven. Hans made them all settle down to get some sleep and the others had learned that Hans was to be obeyed.

During the course of the night teenage hormones also had to be obeyed. It would be difficult to record who wanked who and who sucked who or even who offered themselves up for penetration. Possibly the boys did not wake up enough to know and in the dark room they did not really care. What was certain was that when they awoke fully the next morning, giggling at the impossible tangle of arms and legs, they were content, relaxed and feeling that they knew each other a lot better than the night before.