Date: Wed, 14 Aug 2019 13:58:19 +0100 From: Vinatage Speedoboy Subject: The Face Part 1 This story is entirely a work of fiction and all the named characters are fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is unintentional and is not intended to reflect negatively on their characters. Nifty is a wonderful resource which has stood the test of time, however, unlike a book languishing on a shelf costing nothing to be there. Nifty is a website which is totally reliant on public donations to operate so please have it in your heart to send them a few greenbacks every once in a while and don't forget to look in their shop window for that irrestistible shoulder bag which is a real bargain to carry your erotic books and electronic devices containing Nifty stories onto aeroplanes. Signed Vintagespeedoboy. The face, part one. A young student arrives on an intercontinental flight only to be stopped by the UK border agency on arrival after his facial features match one on their facial recognition database and subsequent investigations trace his bloodlines back more than two thousand years. Meanwhile the skull of a teenager found at Pompeii has been facially reconstructed by an eminent professor who has identified this person from his belongings when his ghost haunts her house almost scaring another teenager to death whilst seeking for his story to be finally told. London Heathrow airport, summer 2016. The Qantas Airbus A380-800 battled its way through stormy clouds and turbulence as it over flew the City of London somewhere below the menacing storm clouds, its passengers became disappointed at not viewing the city from the air, many of who had other things on their minds as well as some passengers being airsick. Sat in window seat 66A overlooking the rear of the port wing was 18 year old Australian student Paul Petrocelli whose family emigrated to Australia from Sicily during the 1960's. He boarded the aircraft at Sydney's Kingsford-Smith airport for its long flight to the UK to spend his gap year with his schooldays now finally behind him having gained distinction passes in his HSC exams guaranteeing his place at any one of Australia's top universities. As 47 year old Captain Marcus Crepne with 30 year old first officer Victoria Moore battled the huge aircraft through the turbulent stormy clouds during which it sustained several spectacular lightning strikes confident its Faraday cage built into its aluminium and carbon fibre construction will protect all the electrical systems and everyone on board finally discharging the electrical energy harmlessly into the skies, something which most passengers weren't even aware of. It was one fearful male passenger who attempted to open the door right in front of Paul's seat in flight fearing the huge 10 year old aircraft was about to crash and he actually managed to operate the door handle to the unlatch position after flooring a flight attendant. Paul was never a person to back down from a fight hailing from the Sydney suburb of Randwick and having fought several during his schooldays, one of which very nearly got him expelled after hospitalizing his aggressor. As a volunteer lifeguard at the world famous Bondi beach he fought with a drunk on the beach until his back up colleagues secured him before handing him over to the police. He quickly unbuckled himself and sprang out of his seat challenging the man to open the door which he knew is a physical impossibility with the cabin air pressure pressing on the unlatched door sealing it hard against its doorframe when he spoke up loudly saying. "Ladies and gentlemen, this bloody hoon thinks he can open the door in flight, come on, who want's to bet him that he can, I pledge ten thousand dollars in this wallet, anyone else want to add to that and I guarantee you're money's safe as houses, go on sir, open that bloody door now!" The man pulled with all his strength on the handle to the horror of the other passengers but the door remained stuck fast and he gave up in disgust shouting. "What sort of trick is this, how come she can open the bloody door and I can't?" Paul said. "It's all down to physics, there's at least 10 pounds per square inch on that door and the electric door latches are still locked, if you want to open it, go and find a large truck," then two stewards led the crying man back to his seat as one of them said. "Kiddo, for a youngster, you've really got guts, thanks". Paul looked intently out of the rain lashed window looking down onto the rain soaked semi industrial suburban streets and the flexions on the wing with its rapid movements on the ailerons desperately fighting to keep the aircraft level with the rising and lowering notes from its four huge Rolls Royce Trent 900 turbofan engines when he noticed the aircraft wasn't flying straight and suddenly dropped momentarily as Captain Crepne throttled the engines back up to power aborting the landing as a loud voice alarm sounded repeating the words. "Wind shear, wind shear." Everyone felt the satisfying thump under their seats as the descent was arrested with the aircraft flying level above the runway before climbing back into the clouds into a holding pattern away from the airport until it was cleared to land again. Paul received a polite farewell greeting with a thank you and a handshake from a stewardess as he left the aircraft to reclaim his possessions contained in a large olive green rucksack before entering customs and immigration when a computer controlled facial recognition camera recorded his image matching it with one already stored on its database and alerting the operator. Pompeii, June 79 A D. A large passenger carrying cargo ship named Moonshine serenade had arrived after a smooth passage from Rome taking a day and a half during a fierce heatwave and lay anchored offshore disgorging its rich and famous passengers onto the ferry boats before the rest and taking them to shore, some of who had arrived to spend their vacation. She was believed to be one of the largest cargo vessels in the Roman Empire measuring 130 feet with a 25 foot beam, a two masted sailing vessel with double banked oars built of oak with large eyes painted on the bows and a dragon's head mounted on a curved beam at the ship's stern watching over the ship. There was a large bronze spike mounted onto a large wooden round beam protruding from the ship's keel at the bows which acted as the ship's cutwater and would also deliver the death blow to any ship it rammed smashing through its hull below the waterline. Most of her passengers traveled on deck throughout the voyage and the well seasoned travelers had brought their six foot square waterproofed Egyptian linen tarpaulin sheets with their blankets forming either a rain cape or bedroll to protect them during wet or cold weather. Two such sheets were used by the Roman army to make a bivouac shelter tent of similar construction to the 19th century US Union army civil war federal shelter tent followed later by the Russian Plash Palatka. It was only her richest passengers who traveled in partitioned off bunks in the ship's stern, some of who disembarked when the ship previously docked at Herculaneum. Her huge size and draught prevented her from docking at Pompeii and she was anchored offshore requiring her passengers and cargo to be ferried off the vessel, after the passengers had disembarked, slaves offloaded their possessions onto their waiting carts before boarding their chariots to their summer residences. The ferries returned to the vessel to offload its human cargo who had endured tightly cramped conditions in the dark depths of the bows of the ship below the waterline dimly lit by oil lamps which stank of the stench of human waste, vomit and sweat. The human cargo was slaves who had commanded some of the highest prices of the entire Roman Empire afforded only by senators, consuls, generals, the richest merchants and landowners. Seventeen year old Antonius, a strikingly handsome olive skinned dark haired muscular youth wearing only his white short sleeved linen tunic tied around the waist with a short length of rope and no loincloth was led out of the ship's hold in line onto the main deck clapped in irons surrounded by soldiers armed with whips and swords to keep order. Each man was given a cup full of water before boarding a ferry. The fiery heat struck Antonius as a strong hot fiery breeze blew from the south west across the ship; his body was already glistening with sweat soaking his already sweat stained and soiled tunic as he drank his cup which did little to quench his thirst and he politely asked for a refill only to be given a very stern rebuff from the soldier who served him saying. "Listen boy and you listen well, it's only by the grace of your owner that you weren't whipped, he's paid twenty gold aura's for you and he doesn't want you marked, now get off my ship!", when he struck him a hard blow across his buttocks with a stout stick making him scream in pain. His gaze fell on the city beyond the waterfront lined with luxurious houses on either side of its wide cobble stoned street leading to traders, bakers, cafes, brothels &c, he knew from talk that around 20,000 people lived here with the population swelling owing to the influx of seasonal workers. There were also buildings in various stages of repair and others left abandoned following the powerful earthquake which took place seventeen years earlier. Everywhere he looked, a lot of people wore the finest clothes but what caught his eye was the ominous looking Mount Vesuvius fifteen miles to the North West topped by an ominous looking white cloud covering the summit. He already heard tales of its fertile slopes cloaked with vineyards which almost reached the summit knowing the finest wines came from this region which is also a major producer of fruit and olives. His forty year old owner who lived on one of the many estates south of the city waited for him sat on his cart drawn by a fine black African barb horse, he was released from his irons, handed over by his youthful looking escorting soldier who relieved his blue balls of spunk during the voyage by sucking his fat eight inch teenage cock and beckoned him on board the cart which left the waterfront bouncing along the rough cobblestone street with stepping blocks at intervals enabling people to cross the street whenever it flooded. The cart was finally drove out of the city along well used narrow unsurfaced roads stopping at a laundry where he was beckoned to hike up his tunic baring his genitals and urinate into a large open pot outside the building in full view of everyone present in the street as did his master before continuing another mile south to a large imposing villa with immaculately tended gardens surrounded by olive groves, apple orchards, citrus groves and vineyards. Antonius envisaged this place was like a paradise compared to the small dingy room he lived in with his aging parents deep within the dark bowels of the city. He had entered a property on the outskirts of the city and was caught shooting a small wild pig with his bow and arrow resulting in him being tried by a court for poaching and stealing game for food and now, unable to pay any restitution the corrupt prosecuting advocate hired by the exorbitantly rich landowner successfully demanded to the judge presiding that he be placed in bondage, a move which was guaranteed to ensure all parties were handsomely paid despite the misfortune they contrived to heap onto him and yet his parents left the courtroom crying loudly having been denied their last farewell greeting as Antonius was led away screaming and crying. On the day of his auction the landowner kept escalating the bidding hoping to secure this youth for himself knowing he could recoup his money many times over by using him in one of the boy brothels he owns with the bidding reaching astronomical figures in the closing stages when a mystery bidder from Pompeii who remained silent throughout the auction suddenly loudly stated. "I bid twenty gold auras for this boy.'" gasps and commotion rocked the auction as his rival bidder gazed hard at him with a hostile gaze at this man who stole Antonius from his nefariously scheming clutches with a bid he was finally unable to counter. He was taken to and shown his dingy dimly lit living quarters shared with other slaves next to the many store rooms of the Villa in a nearby outbuilding. Whilst being shown around by a servant slave, he cowered in fear of his life as the entire building shook in an earth tremor lasting only a few seconds as some large amphorae fell over breaking and disgorging their contents onto the floor. After almost three centuries, the mountain was starting to wake up from its long peaceful slumber. Hampstead, London, summer 2015. Professor Anita Bowers was at her home finally completing the facial reconstruction to the 3D printed skull at her workshop, one of the many skeletons excavated at Pompeii and this one was chosen for this procedure. She mounted the head onto its stand and took some photographs of her finished work with her Canon DSLR camera which she had arranged to send them by email to a detective inspector friend of hers who had arranged for the photo to be uploaded onto the Interpol database as an experiment. Guided by her DNA profile notes detailing a mixture of Greek and Italian, the shapely blond haired 36 year old unmarried career woman who's an accomplished artist stepped back admiring the face of the strikingly handsome olive skinned teenage youth with shoulder length dark hair gazing back at her. His brown eyes seemed to have an uncanny ability to follow her around the room and yet this youth awoke her primal instincts as her nipples hardened against her bra and her leaking vaginal fluids copiously moistened her panties when she muttered under her breath. "Whoever you are, I would have no hesitation in seducing you in an instant." She needed to clear her head having done the closest thing to giving a life and a personality to a 2,000 year old fragile skull which was scanned with a portable X ray machine and then 3D printed as she would never have been permitted to perform a facial reconstruction onto the original skull which lay in storage with the rest of his skeleton at the Naples archeological museum. Two skulls have already been previously reconstructed by this method. One of a man known as the mystery man whose cast was found inside his Pompeii house and the second one was that of a strikingly beautiful young woman known as Bella Donna who was found in the boathouses at Herculaneum. A third skull of a 50 year old man of southern European appearance from Herculaneum was digitally reconstructed as a computerized image which she has stored on her computer. She changed into her cycling shorts and top, stashed her black one piece Speedo endurance swimsuit with its famous white otter logo displayed on the front, a pair of swimming goggles with silvered lenses to minimize the sun's glare with her towel, wash bag and purse into her small backpack and wheeled out her green vintage tubular steel framed 21 speed Saracen Rufftrax gents' mountain bike and rode to the Hampstead mixed pond, paid her admission, changed and dived into the lake with its fresh water temperature giving a mild cold shock to her skin. She swam a very powerful front crawl stroke several lengths of the lake with the proficiency of her years of competitive swimming training with the London Otters swimming club coming to the fore having maintained her membership of this and the Serpentine swimming clubs and still contesting races in the masters group before coming to a stop at the diving platform. She climbed out onto the platform, sat down and contemplated her thoughts thinking about her handiwork seeing a long blond haired youth wearing red Speedo swim briefs also swimming who she mistook for a topless girl owing to seeing his long blond locks flowing like a veil in the water until he climbed out and their gazes met. Despite having just left the water her gaze met his crotch seeing the huge log like bulge which fuelled her animalistic lust in seconds wetting her already soaking wet swimsuit with her pussy juices when the youngster casually walked past and caught a whiff of her pussy scents. This youngster had pressed all her buttons triggering her lustful thoughts and she badly wanted to get inside his swimming trunks. She knew he regularly swam here and it would be easy to get his attention the next time when she had an inspiration knowing that teenagers are always looking for ways to earn money during the holidays thinking. `I want to use you as an artists model in order to paint Antonius's portrait which deserves to be amongst the best, people need to know who he was, what he looked like and his story,' knowing she could easily afford the services of a life model on her salary. Seventeen year old Dylan Masters, a handsome bespectacled well built six foot local youth with long blond hair reaching down to his bottom wearing round lens glasses similar to the type worn by Harry Potter in the movies had just completed attending the lower sixth form at Hampstead's University college school taking his `O' level exams and he spent the passing early days of the school summer holidays eagerly awaiting his exam results. During his previous school holidays having taken his GCSE exams he tended the gardens of some of the houses in the district earning money to save up for the following year's trip to the USA spending the summer at a children's' summer camp on a J1 visa with the Camp America organization after completing his upper sixth form the following year at this school. The previous year he took both his Royal life saving society bronze medallion with his National pool lifeguard qualification thereby enabling him to work part time at the Swiss cottage leisure centre as well as taking his National beach lifeguard qualification on a week long residential course at Penzance in Cornwall, all of which added to his Community sports leaders award taken the previous year at HMS Temeraire, Portsmouth (The Royal navy's physical training establishment) as a Royal Marine cadet from his school's CCF unit with his Duke of Edinburgh's gold award. Dylan is an extremely fit youngster for his age with a satyr maniac lust for sex, a very strong swimmer who normally swims at the gents' pond which never fails to secure him a hook-up thereby temporarily satisfying his voracious lust for gay or bi sex, either with one of the other lifeguards, a teenage lad or an older man who takes his fancy and usually pays him well, aided by his unmistakable huge bulge packing out his red speedos attracting gazes from men like a beacon which doesn't surprise him as his huge cock erects out to over nine inches from its seven inch soft state. His other attribute is his pert girly B cup sized breasts topping huge steel hard pectorals with large suckable nipples the size of thimbles topping puffy breast buds which protrude obscenely thereby tenting out his sheer white short sleeve school uniform shirt and having to replace both his shirts and school blazer for larger sizes resulting from his use of puberty boosters given to him by his parents as part of a medical trial in their belief of making him a good strong boy which also had other effects as well, notably his rapid hair growth which he insisted on growing out having told both his parents and the school about eventually donating his hair. He's a highly respected swimmer who proudly wears his red Speedo endurance swim briefs with the yellow lifeguard emblem prominently displayed on the back with his distinctive red and yellow quartered lifeguard cloth swimming hat worn by beach lifeguards the world over with either a yellow vest or tee shirt, both of which display the RLSS lifeguard logo and he trains wearing swimming goggles with prescription lenses who sometimes works voluntary shifts both here and at the Swiss cottage leisure centre. A keen off road mountain bike rider and board skater, like any teenager, he was enjoying the best days of his life partying with his friends, having teenage sleepovers, playing video games consoles, having the inevitable alcoholic drink and spending time with his girlfriend with their usual lovemaking, kissing and caressing and having the most amazing sex with a girl who's voracious nymphomaniac sex drive matches his own. One morning whilst out riding his prized Boardman mountain bike fast on the path along the exclusive lush tree lined Bishops Avenue, a female school friend of his who's also a regular hook-up partner called out to him from the opposite side of the street momentarily getting his attention when she screamed as Dylan hit Professor Bowers BMW 320-I convertible as she was reversing out of the drive. He screamed in pain as he fell onto the path with his bike, its front wheel buckled and heavily damaged with the inner tube bursting with a loud report as he hit the immovable BMW with his bike which stopped dead and catapulted him forward hitting his groin on the handlebar stem and scratching his thighs on the thumb shift levers. She leapt out of the car in panic screaming. "Are you all right?" She helped the groaning teenager to his feet to lean against the car uttering, "My bike!, my bike!, my parents will kill me if they find out, who's going to pay for it?" She said. "Don't worry about your bike as it can be fixed or replaced, it's more important to look at you and I insist you come with me into the house." She moved the car back into the drive, carried the damaged bike off the street, led him into the living room of her house and opened the first aid kit. She explained how she was going to treat him saying. "I'm going to clean up your scratches with surgical spirit which may sting a little," then she dabbed it onto the scratches with gauze making him momentary wince then selected two large plasters, applied them then said. "What about down there?" knowing she shouldn't be inappropriately looking at his genitals whilst also wanting to get inside his pants at the huge cock lurking under there saying. "I'll take you to the hospital and have you checked out." "Thank you miss, you're so kind." They arrived at the Royal free hospital at Lyndhurst gardens where she booked him in at the minor injuries unit, he filled out a medical form, signed it and they sat next to each other waiting for him to be called. Jack Duggan, a fourteen year old boy was present who fell off his skateboard and banged his head who recognized him immediately asking. "Dylan, what's happened to you?" "I hit this lady's car on my bike and it's wrecked." "That's bad luck, what about yourself?" "Just a few scratches," then he pointed to his groin." "I see, that must hurt like hell. "Yeah, it sure does, it's easing off now, this kind lady who's car I hit has brought me here," When a nurse stepped into the waiting room calling, "Dylan Masters." He acknowledged the nurse and both Professor Bowers and Dylan accompanied her to the examination and treatment room where they were greeted by a handsome dark blond haired Ukrainian doctor in his early thirties, she opened the conversation with. "My name's Professor Bowers, I have brought you this poor young man after he hit my car on his bicycle earlier, I patched him up and brought him here to have him checked out as it's not appropriate for a mature woman to be looking at a strange lad's private parts which struck the handlebar stem and therefore I must ask you to please take a look at him." "Thank you professor, you are very kind." "Dylan, I'll wait for you in the waiting room." Dylan entered the waiting room with a large envelope saying. "He say's I'll be fine, it's just a bump, he's sent a letter to my doctor asking me to arrange an appointment and gave me a prescription." "Fine, let's go, I'll drive you to the chemist to collect your prescription and I will pay for it," "There's no need for that, it's free as I'm still a full time student," she cursed under her breath muttering. "Damn rip off hospital car park charges," as she put her bank card into the machine seeing it had gone to the next charging period immediately after the first hour had elapsed. Whilst driving out the exit she asked him hoping to get young Dylan between her heavily sex fluid stained nylon tricot bed sheets adding to her personal tally of teenage schoolboys who've already spent many nights with her in her luxurious double bed. "What are your plans for the day? If you're free I'll cook you a nice meal seeing it's nearly lunchtime and call your parents." Dylan sat down in the living room with his gaze roving around the room seeing a number of reproduction paintings of aircraft when he stood up and moved closer to look at a painting which vividly caught his eye, it was of Pompeii in the foreground and Mount Vesuvius erupting furiously into the sky ejecting a huge column of fiery dark ash high into the heavens accompanied by brilliant lightning flashes and topped by a hugely menacing dark mushroom cloud. This painting held him in a hypnotic gaze for he knew very well which event the painting depicted when he uttered. "My God, think of all those people." Professor Bowers asked. Do you like it? Look closely and you'll see my signature, I painted this." "It's so life like, so beautiful and yet so terrifying, I must congratulate you on your artistic skills." He stepped to look at the reconstructed head on the sideboard when she said. "I have reconstructed a number of faces onto skulls for various institutions and forensic departments, the one you're looking at is a lad from Pompeii of about your age, his skeleton was found at the boathouses where he took shelter under an upturned boat just before the fourth pyroclastic cloud hit around seven thirty the next morning, death would have been instantaneous from the 300 degree Celsius heat and doubtless would have set fire to the boat." "Do you have any idea of who he was?" "Yes, he was a slave carrying his grant of freedom with him and a few coins, this suggests to me that his owner gave him his freedom and those coins to give him his best chances of survival hoping he could get onto a boat whilst everywhere became a living hell all around them, his name is Antonius." "What more do you know about him?" "He was definitely a Christian; amongst his few possessions were a silver medallion with the Kyro emblem which he would have worn around his neck, I have photos of his possessions on my computer." She opened up her laptop, selected `My pictures' seeing a very full list of files, selected `Antonius' and scrolled through each highly detailed photo explaining each one to him who was amazed at the photos which included a map of Pompeii and photos taken of the Villa's ruins with its strikingly beautiful mosaic floor depicting a large Roman ship under full sail when Anita spoke. "We know from records that this villa is where Antonius worked," when she scrolled to the next photo of the artist's impression of the Villa which she had already painted and is now housed in the Naples archeological museum and said. "Dylan, I have some things to do today and one of them is reporting your accident to the police, booking my car into the body repair shop and taking your bicycle to a repair shop, can you please come back later and we'll talk more?" then he left saying. "Fine, I'll call you." Anita replied. "Don't be too long about it as I'm a very busy woman." London's Heathrow airport 2016. Paul reclaimed his rucksack and entered the green barrier having nothing to declare as his rucksack only contained his possessions consisting of some clothes, lightweight camping equipment, a small bicycle repair kit, his sleeping bag with a youth hostel bed liner, an old classic Vango solo single person tent still capable of protecting him in stormy weather, an Australian army ration pack with a brass Highlander alcohol camp stove with a small pot stand and an Australian army mess kit &c with a book on UK camp sites and youth hostels. His personal organizer notebook contained a London tube map, addresses of camp sites, youth hostels, bicycle shops and lost property departments. He quickly passed through the green channel with the x ray image having picked up nothing suspicious and he was on the point of clearing immigration when the officer asked him. "Mr. Petrocelli, would you mind stepping this way sir as there's something which I would like to clear up." "Certainly sir, is there anything I should be concerned about?" "No sir, it's just an enquiry which will only take a moment, it's probably a glitch in the camera system, these things happen all the time," which he added to avoid alarming the student. After pleasantries, he showed Paul the image which was uploaded onto the Interpol database, normally used for wanted persons; he looked at the image of himself in astonishment asking. "Where did you get this?" "May I offer you a coffee whilst I fetch the file which you will most certainly find very interesting, between ourselves, I never thought this one would come up?" Paul bordered on anxiety and yet he knew that an airport public servant would never be informal and yet this one was, he brought the file out with their coffees saying. "Young man, you really should see this one, the face you're looking at is of a teenager who died when Mount Vesuvius erupted and buried the Roman cities of Pompeii and Herculaneum in 79 AD, his face was reconstructed and uploaded onto the Interpol database as an experiment, to tell you the truth I never expected this one to score a hit." Paul looked through the file saying, "I see this guy has a name and he's the same age as me. To think young Antonius had his whole life ahead of him and got caught up in this disaster, I wonder if it's possible to trace his family." "You'd have to speak to Professor Bowers on that one, I'm sure she would like to meet you, here's her card and when you're settled, please give her a call." "Thanks, I will," he walked out into the arrivals hall, out of the terminal and caught a bus into the city of London finally arriving at Piccadilly circus to sit on the Shaftesbury steps contemplating his next move thinking about scouring the adverts for a cheap room before he looked at her card and decided to call her. Pompeii, July AD 79. Antonius found Senator Julius Romulus to be a fair taskmaster who treated him like a son he never had having raised a very attractive daughter aged sixteen and both he and his wife were unsuccessful in trying for any more children despite consulting a number of physicians who were unable to help them save to say that her birth had been miraculous. A week had passed by with no let up on the heatwave with temperatures reaching over 100 degrees Fahrenheit with fiery hot winds blowing across the sea from the south. A peaceful hush had descended on the city after the one earth tremor which wasn't followed by more and life continued as normal despite the frequent occurrence of earthquakes. This morning he was cutting the grass around the villa with a scythe followed by weeding the gardens and trimming the shrubs which would take him all day punctuated by his attractive modestly dressed daughter Helen bringing out bread, meat, fish and dried fruits from the previous year's harvest with a flagon of water halfway through the morning and the afternoon. His already tanned olive skin had deeply bronzed in the sun and she noticed that his skin hadn't burnt in the sun signifying he was from good stock and well worth the money her father paid for him. Her curiosity of him was fuelling her desire with her nipples hardening against her breast cloth and her vagina moistening. Both her parents have already lectured her sternly that she had reached an age whereby she would soon be attracting suitors like a jar of honey whilst her father would only approve of one who came from a wealthy family. Her mother saw to it she was privately tutored and that she spoke and read both Latin and Greek fluently as well as writing with a neat legible hand and highly competent in mathematics who operated the abacus with the skills of an accountant and she was also a skilled artist. She played the harp proficiently and was highly competent with her equestrian skills taking her fine three year old chestnut mare out riding every morning and despite her mother's disapproval, she was also a very fast runner and a very strong swimmer who regularly dived for oysters in the sea. She had yet to complete the finishing stage of her tutoring which would prepare her for her life with a husband, house and family with the capability of liaising with the upper echelons of both Roman society and business. She found Antonius always spoke to her politely with a cultured accent fuelling her curiosity about his life and wanting to get to the bottom as to how such a strikingly handsome well spoken educated teenager ended up in bondage? She had already noticed that his hands weren't the ones of a hard working person thereby signifying that his bondage must be recent. The day's unrelenting heatwave saw her bringing him a flagon of water more frequently than usual and yet he wasn't sweating, she didn't understand that a person's sweat in the heat evaporates immediately and if he didn't seek shade soon he could succumb to either heat exhaustion or heat stroke when she asked. "Antonius, it's so hot today you really must come out of the sun, come with me and help the cooks prepare the next meal," when she led him to a quiet closet sized room near the scullery. He was highly relieved to be out of the intensely burning sun when she planted him with his first kiss immediately giving him a rock hard eight inch fat erection forming a formidable tent on the lower portion of his tunic which began leaking soaking through both this and her dress as the lower portion of a tunic is like a skirt and he wore nothing underneath which was the norm in Roman society, She became totally aware of his huge erection prodding her snatch through the material and held him in their embrace when her vaginal juices began leaking and dripping onto the floor as her large nipples hardened against her breast cloth and prominently protruded poking out the material of her dress with her ample firm breasts hard against his chest when she reached under the bottom of his tunic and grasped his huge rock hard erection with a wicked smile on her face. She instinctively knew how to stroke his cock which fuelled Antonius to new heights of pleasure with highly intense sensations coursing through him as this was his first ever time a woman was pleasuring him resulting in his spunk squirting across the closet size room in several powerful jets hitting the far wall as she gasped in amazement at what she had just done and quickly left the room leaving him to clear up their mess. Fortunately he also knew from past experiences that he would have to sneak into a toilet to clean his cock to avoid any remaining spunk dripping onto the floor and went about his duties. Hampstead, London 2015. Dylan arrived wearing a pair of cycling shorts and top at Anita's house to thank her for having his Boardman mountain bike repaired which included replacing tyres, inner tubes, brake blocks, drive chain, a matching front wheel, a high end pair of LED lights and she had the bike properly serviced and supplied with a strong padlock and chain whereas normally her remit was to repair the bike to its condition before the crash. She had gone above and beyond her remit making his bike safer to ride and securely locked wherever he chose to park it. She couldn't take her eyes off his crotch seeing his huge log like bulge which to those who don't know him would think his cock was already erect. She answered the door to let him in parking his bike in the hallway before taking a seat on the couch followed by her bringing out the coffees and when he became comfortable she asked. "Dylan, I would like you to help me with something regarding Antonius whose face I reconstructed, my next stage of the project is to paint his whole portrait and you're about the same size. For this I would like you to model for me." "An artists model, I've heard about them, in fact one boy in my form has actually done this although he wasn't too happy about posing in the nude, are you asking me to pose nude?" "No, you'll be posing dressed wearing a garment called a tunica, in Roman times both men and boys usually wore white tunics made of linen with a length of rope tied around their waist, if they were exceptionally rich their tunics were made from fine silk, boys who weren't working boys such as those being educated wore white tunics with a blue border, rather like today's school uniforms, here, I'll show you a picture of one." She booted up her laptop and googled Roman tunic, clicked search followed by clicking on images when lots of images came up, she clicked on one showing a boy wearing a white tunic with a blue border holding a scroll bound with a red sash denoting a young scholar holding a written article. Dylan associated this image being likened to a student handing his article of works to a teacher synonymous of a pupil handing an exercise book for marking and commented. "That boy looks like he's wearing a sort sleeve dress; I would like to know what he wore underneath? Rather like what's under a Scotsman's kilt." "Would it surprise you that they wore nothing underneath although it's possible for some to have worn loin cloths?" "What! No way, I'm certainly not doing that!" "No one said you were." To Dylan, the thought of going commando under a Roman tunic was highly erotic, especially as he knew very well that he had the biggest cock in the entire school and over half the girls at his school didn't wear panties under their skirts enabling his rock hard cock to slip into their pussies within seconds whilst in their passionate embrace in a quiet spot and he knew a boy in the year below who he's fucked many times during sleepovers who cross dressed and he was really good at pulling it off, if anyone had the experience of going commando under a skirt, it had to be him, he could only ask, if he would dare when Anita said. "I should have mentioned to you that I am happy to pay you for your services which will help you when you go on holiday." "I'm not taking a holiday this year to save up for next year when I'll be flying to America to spend the summer at a children's summer camp." "Good for you, I tell you what, how would you like to come to Naples with me, all expenses paid?" "That would be brilliant, when are you going?" "In two weeks time, I'll call the airline and hotel to include your reservation, meanwhile how would you like to watch a movie, this one's only just come out and a woman in my position received my copy on the day it was released, the movie's called Pompeii, do you have to be anywhere?" "No, I'm supposed to be house sitting whilst my parents are away and it sucks." "Fine, you can stay with me and I'll pay you to house sit for me when I have to go into the city." Anita ordered a large seafood pizza for two then loaded the DVD into the machine and started playing the movie which perked a lot of Dylan's interest realizing there were very strict social divides in ancient Roman times when half an our later she froze the movie for their meals. The pizza she ordered came from a high class Italian restaurant which was far better than any he had experienced which she served with large glasses of wine. After their meals she restarted the machine and when the movie finished she loaded another DVD containing a BBC documentary of the archaeological work carried out so far followed by booting up her laptop seeing loads of photos she'd taken there on her previous visits when he started falling asleep in the couch and she shut down her laptop and led him to the guest bedroom. Despite being exhausted, he certainly enjoyed the luxurious smoothness of the nylon tricot bed sheets before sleep rapidly overcame him. It was in the early hours at dawn a full apparition of a dark haired youth wearing a white Roman tunic with blue borders appeared at the head of his bed when he woke up screaming in terror having just experienced a horrible nightmare when he saw the apparition stood there which vanished just as Anita rushed to his aid comforting the crying youth who babbled out. "There's a ghost at the bottom of the bed when I woke up from a nightmare, I dreamt there was a powerful earthquake just before the mountain blow its top, the explosion was so loud it must have deafened everyone, it was so horrible seeing the huge dark fiery column being blasted miles into the sky forming a huge mushroom cloud and blotting out the sun, there was so much lightning and the mountain roared continuously, I cant sleep now as I don't want to go back to that dream." "In that case you had better come with me, shall I be mother," when she saw a large stain of white liquid on the front of his nylon lycra booty shorts styled supporting underwear and directed him to the bathroom, he hand washed his underwear and placed them out to dry, washed his genitals with a flannel, put a towel around himself and came to her double bed. Dylan's emotions were so powerful during the dream that he ejaculated a huge load of spunk into his underwear; he slipped naked between the nylon tricot bed sheets feeling their sensuous caress on his skin only to discover that she too was naked when she began sensually caressing and cuddling him whilst reassuring him that she was always there for him. He woke up just before the alarm clock sounded with a rock hard morning wood cock which made a formidable tent in the bed covers with the nylon tricot top sheet exciting the end of his cock which was so hard its foreskin had retracted by itself and profusely leaked his pre-cum wetting the sheet whilst Anita stirred sensing her vaginal sensations and leakage with her hard nipples pushing against the top sheet sending lovely sensations to her twitching snatch when she woke up to the teenager next to her and said. "Good morning." Dylan yawned seeing the clock reading seven am and said. "Hello," feeling his rock hard leaking cock twitching. Anita saw the tent on the bedclothes and with her sensations on her nipples and her snatch fuelling her lust she instinctively reached for his cock gasping at its enormous size when she pulled back the bed covers and straddled him giving her instant relief as she guided his rock hard cock fully home into her snatch giving her the most amazing feelings of fullness and began riding him saying. "Massage and tweak your nipples like me." He needed no prompting expecting him to pound her snatch with gusto and quickly realized this teenager was really good in bed who brought her to a shattering orgasm with her cum flooding his genitals screaming her head off. She knew how to edge him when her second orgasm struck so hard her body was quivering and shaking as it coursed right through her screaming hell for leather when she felt over a dozen huge gushes of hot spunk flooding into her cervix and leaking back out past his cock in astonishment at the size of Dylan's load before finally collapsing on top of him in an afterglow she last experienced in her student days with his cock still remaining rock hard inside her knowing he was ready to go again within minutes. Whatever inhibitions she may have had flew right out of the window, what started out as a bed for the night turned into the seduction of a teenage schoolboy half her age when she said. "It's time to get up and I insist that we shower together, after all I have asked you shall I be mother." After showering and drying, Anita put on a bikini swimsuit, searched through her underwear drawer and found a black pair of size 32 inch nylon Speedo swim briefs which she kept from her student days which belonged to a schoolboy she seduced then, it was only later that she realized that Speedo hasn't made nylon swimsuits since the early 1990's and this suit was still almost new. She passed the suit to him asking. "Dylan, I want you to wear only this which is fair as I'm wearing my bikini." He put on the swimsuit which fitted him perfectly but unlike any swim briefs he previously wore, this one felt sensuous on his skin comparable to women's nylon tricot panties giving him another huge erection when he uttered. "These trunks are amazing, where did you get them?" "From an acquaintance years ago and you can have them, now let's have breakfast." She cooked two full English breakfasts with a pot of freshly ground coffee from a bag given to her by a British Airways stewardess and being a lover of health foods she sweetened both mugs with honey. After breakfast she lovingly painstakingly spent time combing out his long flowing blond locks of hair which certainly gave his skin a wonderful caress over his naked upper torso. Although he found the idea of wearing only a pair of Speedos indoors highly erotic he loved the idea with the expression of freedom it gave him and wished he could be wearing the same at his parent's house. Having finished combing out his hair she said. "I have to dress now and drive to Scotland Yard to discuss a case they're working on, I'll be back around lunchtime, would you mind house sitting for me until then?" . . . "That's fine by me, see you then," then she left. Dylan immediately went for his Iphone and sent Jack Duggan a text with the address of Anita's house asking him to come immediately; he sent a reply saying he's on his way which pleased him when he felt his cock twitch in his black Speedos knowing his favourite fuck buddy's on his way. The doorbell rang and Dylan rushed to the door, opened it when Jack gasped. "Look at you wearing only Speedos, whose house is this?" "Just get in and I'll tell you later." They immediately fell into a lover's embrace humping their groins into each other when he led Jack to the bedroom he first slept in and stripped him naked. Jack immediately began sucking on Dylan's breasts loving the way his large nipples felt like small cocks in his mouth before sucking on his rock hard cock. Jack always came prepared for sexual liaisons carrying a bottle of tingling lube and poppers in his bumbag. By now the inside of Dylan's arse was twitching with delight as his withdrawal symptoms for cock coursed through him knowing that Jack was also packing a large fat eight inch cock with big balls which would certainly hit the spot when, spreading the towel he used earlier across the bed, he positioned himself supporting by his arms to receive Jack's invader into his gaping twitching rear pussy hole. Dylan had taught him well and ensured he also had a regular supply of puberty boosters which certainly done a nice job on him as well as adding prolactin to his supply bringing on his milk supply by the wine glass full out of his inch long thimble sized puffy nipples topping small pert girly budding breasts the size of an 11 year old girl. It was instant relief when he felt Jack push in his cock right to his balls after taking a hit of poppers then passing the small bottle for Dylan's hit and thrusting into him before shooting about eight squirts of hot spunk into Dylan's rear pussy hole, Dylan loved it whenever someone shot a load inside him even though Jack was at the stage of life where he usually shot his load very quickly, something which he would have to work on. It was Jack's turn to take Dylan's monster up his rear pussy hole which certainly challenged him as Dylan's loads were so huge filling him right up and leaking back out past his cock leaving a gaping hole for spunk to leak out into his underwear which in Jack's case was always his mum's nylon tricot panties and depending on the occasion he sometimes wore a white see through underwired bra to give his small breasts a nice uplift. Dylan lasted a lot longer than Jack and certainly filled him up with a huge gushing hot load, it was those huge well spaced out gushes which he liked instead of a rapid series of smaller squirts he's mostly taken, usually from most boys but Jack was a boy who would go hunting out men dressed in sheer white linen summer trousers with the cheapest white short sleeve school shirt with a tie as they were unbelievably sheer which showed off his white bra to good effect whilst under his trousers he wore white panties and black stockings held up with a suspender belt which could be seen from quite a distance away in the right conditions, it was this garb which always got him the most hook-ups and he also found that there was no shortage of older women who sought him out for their pleasure mainly for his cock which even at his tender age had to be bigger than those of their husbands? When Dylan looked at his watch seeing it was past midday and sent Jack on his way as it wouldn't do for Anita to arrive home finding him in her house just yet then gave him some money for some poppers. The Roman tunic arrived the following week and Anita sent Dylan a text to come the following morning. He arrived to see she had the living room set up with her easel, lights and artists materials; she sensually undressed him totally naked then draped the white nylon tricot tunic over him like an oversized tee shirt then passed him a length of red stout cordage which he tied around his waist, having learned that boys and men generally didn't wear anything under their tunics he agreed to go commando under this garment and pose for Anita. He took his pose wearing the tunic holding a cardboard tube with a training shoe lace tied around it to signify his scroll of education. She took several photos of him holding the pose then set to work drawing Dylan's outline with the reconstructed head instead which she could also change by simply photoshopping the photo(s). Although a comfortably loose fit bordering on baggy, the nylon tricot material certainly teased his already protruding nipples forming large nipple pokies which are hard wired to his balls making them tingle fuelling his raging erection retracting his foreskin tenting out the lower half of his tunic which forms a skirt and forming a wet patch which became elongated by his constantly twitching cock as his pre-cum constantly leaked out of his piss slit forming a wet patch making the nylon transparent when she saw his huge pink cock head in all its glory. The nylon tricot was a very fine silky grade and just the slight up and down movement from his consstantly twitching cock teasing his sensitive piss slit, he knew it would only be a matter ot time when his cock would be overcome with his orgasmic build up and gushing out its huge load of spunk all by itself. Anita saw this fuelling her lust for him hardening her nipples against her bra with her snatch leaking profusely soaking her panties which wasn't the first time this has happened having seen a number of naked teenage male life models getting erections whilst posing as she continued to draw his profile shape. She had the natural ability to work fast and was just about to complete the outline when Dylan's erect cock started gushing spunk like a fountain flooding through the nylon making a right mess and had he not caught a whiff of her pussy scents, he may have managed to hold out longer. They took a break for her to make coffee whilst Dylan went to the bathroom to clean the spunk from the nylon and his cock with a wet flannel which had softened and was dangling down dripping the remainder of his spunk out of his cock onto his legs with some dripping onto the staircase carpet. He came back downstairs for the drawing's big reveal and to see the photos she took on her laptop and when he saw them, he saw the nylon became almost transparent owing to the penetrating brilliance of the flash revealing both his breasts and his package in their entirety. Having completed the drawing she would be working from large prints of both Dylan's photo and the one of the reconstructed head having paid him handsomely in cash for spending one evening as a life model. Dylan spent the rest of the evening watching a movie on a DVD during which he stopped the machine and made their coffees with slices of toast, he found that the nylon tricot Roman tunic dried quickly and he took a liking to wearing it with his black nylon Speedos underneath which she kindly let him have, this was a garment originating in the ancient world which made the ideal unisex leisure garment to be worn indoors as it also suited women. Dylan's usual indoor wear at home was a black pair of Australian Eyeline nylon swim briefs which he scrounged from the lost property bin, it's logo long since worn away and the size label faded, these were his favourite pair of swim briefs as they bore the closest resemblance to bikini style panties provided he tucked in the drawcord. He sometimes wore this with a black Players nylon tricot vest which he decided to wear the following night at her house and he often slept in them. The lateness of the hour soon drove them to her bed together when Anita insisted they both sleep together naked and fell into a passionate lover's embrace kissing, caressing and cuddling each other whilst both their sex organs leaked their juices with their heady scents wafting from between the sheets leading to him sliding down and eating out her pussy. Anita hadn't had this done to her since her university days and her sensations owing to her enhanced sensitivity, especially down there and her nipples with his fingers lightly gliding sensually over her stomach giving her electricity making her squirm in delight. She very quickly realized that Dylan was an outstanding passionate lover despite his youth, he was amongst the best of the best bordering on legendary. Either some mentoring woman taught him well or he was fortunate enough to have this in his DNA yet five years previously he was a small child in his first year at secondary school, he hadn't even started puberty and he didn't even wank his cock. All that changed when his family doctor pulled out all the stops to place him in a medical trial of a cocktail of puberty boosting hormones when a year later he had the sex drive of a satyr maniac having grown by at least a foot with the biggest cock in his year group at six inches soft shooting big loads of white creamy spunk with girly breasts which made milk as unbeknown to him, his regular doses also contained prolactin. This made him popular amongst his sexual partner boys at school because the fruits of his breasts were moorishly sweet and in high demand but he wanted more and he found it at Highgate cemetery in the dead of night with the men who frequented there and at the Hampstead gent's pond in the summer. When his year at the medical trial was up, so were his supply of puberty boosters even though they had already done their job but like everything else, puberty boosters were being sold on the black market and Dylan's supply came from a school friend. Dylan's expert tonguing of Anita's pussy brought her to a shattering highly intense squirting orgasm with powerful jets of her cum squirting in his face whilst screaming her head off which he lapped up like a greedy cat and she was urgently gagging for his huge rock hard cock in her pussy which he quickly sunk it in there to his balls and left it there. It was his powerful twitching cock and her powerful vaginal muscles which brought on his huge deluge of gushing hot teenage spunk flooding into her with at least a dozen gushes and there was more to come before the night was out with several more highly intense gushing screaming orgasms as he flooded her pussy several times that night with more nights to come but this time he also felt a lovely sensation in his breasts, especially his nipples as unbeknown to him she put prolactin in his meals which was starting to take effect whilst she had also restarted taking the pill to prevent her becoming pregnant. By the third night she had finished the painting which stood proudly on its easel in the living room when during the early hours before dawn he stirred in his sleep at the sound of footsteps on the stairs, through the fog of sleep he saw Anita's peaceful sleeping form next to him when his eyes looked at the head of the bed to see the full apparition of Antonius wearing his white tunic with a blue border with a friendly smile which initially startled him thinking. "Oh my god, it's a ghost!" Antonius gave a shush sign with his finger across his mouth and with his hand he beckoned Dylan to follow him. He quickly threw on the nylon tunic and quietly followed him down the stairs after seeing him walk through the door, they descended the stairs and he too walked through the living room door. Dylan opened the door to see him stood in front of his portrait covered by a cloth which he beckoned him to uncover, he gazed with approval at his portrait with a smile of approval at Anita's work, painted in oils whilst Dylan knew instinctively that she had painted every detail correct right down to the male teenager's physique, the opaque white garment with its blue border wearing a red sash tied around his waist holding his scroll. Dylan beckoned him to the painting of Mount Vesuvius erupting which he studied with an analtical eye although it saddened him then he reached out with his hand which Dylan obliged to shake despite not feeling anything there when Antonius smiled at him then vanished. He replaced the cover and quietly returned to the bed in a euphoric frame of mind as though he just met a long lost friend or relation and fell asleep. It was in the final moments just before the alarm clock sounded that Antonius came to him in a dream thanking them for the work done so far and would soon be telling his story. During the following days Dylan went shopping for some more suitable clothes knowing he would be encountering daytime temperatures in the hundreds Fahrenheit with more intense sunshine. Anita showed him the photos of the 16th century farmhouse where they'll be staying in a self contained rented room in the countryside to the south west of Naples which is convenient for traveling either to Naples or the ruins of Pompeii. She also had a Fiat 500 hire car arranged and Dylan actually held a learner's motorcycle licence gained by tuition at a motorcycle training centre and passed his test for machines of 125cc although he doesn't own a motorcycle owing to prohibitive insurance costs, especially for those living in London. His visit to Naples would therefore give him both independence and experience by riding a hired 125cc scooter. It was on the final morning with everything packed including the reconstructed head and the painting now packaged into a strong box they caught the British Airways flight to Naples from London Heathrow airport. To be continued with more of Dylan's adventures in Italy.