Bellus Cinaedus Chapter 3

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This is a story about a teen living in Eburacum Britannia in the year 100 AD. His father's family died out with him, leaving Quintus Curtius Bellus without a patron other than his poor mother. To survive she married a wealthy freedman in town and the teen Bellus fell under his power.

I have kept the historical details of the story as close as possible to reality without sacrificing the narrative. There is a list of characters and a Latin glossary at the end of the story for those who want or need it.

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Bellus Cinaedus chapter 3 (Vita Inverta)

One month before Quintus's fifteenth birthday, his mother Sabellia died in childbirth, leaving him an orphan, with no family who wanted him. The question of his legal guardianship never came up until after the funeral. The entire house was in mourning for a week, although it seemed to Quintus that they mourned more for the lost infant than for his mother. Quintus had been given three days for his anus to heal from the repeated penetration he'd endured on the day his secret had become known to the decurion Petronius. Then his training had resumed. Eburnus still stretched him with larger phalluses and Albus fucked him twice daily, once in the morning and once at night before they went to bed. Trebonius took him most days in the afternoon.

In the weeks of training before the death of his mother, Quintus had lost his gag reflex. He could now swallow a phallos deep into his throat without choking. During the week of mourning, there was no change in his scheduled daily training sessions. The exercises he did at Albus's instruction had begun to shape his body nicely. He didn't build any bulky muscles, like the working slaves, but he toned what he had until his body began to resemble a gymnast or dancer, thin but muscly. Eburnus wanted to do the exercises as well, but Albus told him he was still delicatus and should be thin and soft. He was only allowed to do the stretching the exercises.

Quintus was desperate to cum. His anus was penetrated three times daily, but only Albus seemed skilled enough to make him cum from being penetrated, and it usually happened only once every day or two, but he was constantly stimulated. He was required to wear the plug in his anus and the humiliation and the embarrassment it brought on was a constant cause of arousal.

The funeral itself was a small affair. Most of those who came did so to curry favor with Trebonius, and many of them brought young daughters to introduce to him in hopes of making a marriage alliance with his family. Quintus wasn't invited to speak, even though it was his mother who had died. He hated being the center of attention and felt relief, but it was mixed with guilt because no one who spoke knew her well, not even her husband Trebonius.

That evening, after the funeral, Albus brought a small pitcher of mulsum (wine sweetened with honey) to share with Quintus and Eburnus. As they were drinking the wine, Albus said, "I am going to sit here and enjoy my wine, while the two of you will give me show. Begin by kissing and stroking your partner's body."

The two boys climbed on to the bed and knelt there, kissing passionately. Their hands were on their partner's necks, arms, and legs, gently stroking them. Eburnus touched Quintus's erect penis and Albus delivered a solid thwack with his baculum. "Cinaedi do not gain pleasure from their penises," he instructed. He pressed his baculum under Eburnus's short tunic. "A Cinaedus derives pleasure from his anus. That is his sexual organ. Feel free to explore each other's anus. You may also fondle the balls and the perineum."

The boys became more passionate. Eburnus pulled the plug from Quintus's butt and dropped it onto the bed. Then his fingers pressed inside his hole. Quintus returned the favor. He'd never felt another boy's anus and he found it intriguing. Eburnus had grown no hair in his crack, so it was completely smooth. It was also tighter than his own, probably because the boy didn't wear a plug all day.

"Now strip each other," Albus commanded. The boys didn't hesitate to comply, and soon they were naked on the bed. Albus had removed his own subligaria and his erect cock was making itself known by pushing against his tunic. He enjoyed directing the boys.

"Now you will kiss each other's anus and probe it with your tongue," he ordered. Eburnus had done this many times, often preparing another delicatus for penetration, but sometimes kissing and licking the hairy anus of the master. For Quintus it was a new experience. Eburnus kept himself clean back there, like Quintus did and the taste was not at all unpleasant. It was mostly olive oil, because Eburnus knew to always keep his anus ready for penetration, and the sweet muskiness of a boy still three years from being counted a youth.

Albus directed the boys to nibble at each other's nipples and to kiss each other's necks, then he climbed onto the bed and penetrated Quintus from behind while he was kissing Eburnus. Eburnus had prepared his anus well with his tongue so there was little pain, despite Albus's large cock. He felt full, and fully satisfied. His small penis was throbbing and aching for relief. And Eburnus's gentle but passionate kisses felt good on his lips.

Quintus was getting close to cumming. Albus could feel it in the boy's trembling body. "If you cum without permission, I will have to beat you," he whispered into Quintus's ear.

"Can I cum please," Quintus cried. "I can't hold it in."

"Call me dominus," Albus said.

The shame of calling a slave "master" was almost enough to prevent him from complying, but he desperately needed to cum. "Please dominus," Quintus begged, his ears burning with shame. "Please let me cum, dominus."

Albus had his instructions. "No," he whispered. "If you cum, I will beat you."

It didn't help that Albus was touching that pleasure spot inside him. Quintus was sobbing and shaking, sure he was going to spill his seed any minute. Somehow he held it back, even when he felt Albus spilling his own seed inside him, he was still hanging on the edge, ready to cum at the slightest touch.

Albus pulled out and lay back on the bed. Suck my cock, Bellus, and clean it with your tongue. And Eburnus, climb up behind Bellus and eat my seed from his ass."

Quintus took Albus's dripping cock in his mouth and sucked the remaining seed from the shaft. Then he licked the older youth's cock until it was clean. And Eburnus's talented tongue was probing deep into Quintus's rectum. He forced saliva past the anus and then sucked it out. He continued sucking until no more seed came out.

Then both boys lay in the crook of Albus's arms, their hands stroking the firm chest of the older youth. And Albus rubbed both boys' backs as he lay there. "You two are mine to train," he said. "Neither of you is to cum without permission, and that permission will rarely be given. When you cum without permission, you will be punished."

Both boys were trembling with anxiety from this news. Neither was allowed to masturbate, nor were they allowed to masturbate each other, but they were both used to cumming when they were penetrated. Now they would have to hold their orgasm until they were given permission to cum. And neither was sure he would be able to avoid punishment.

"Now kiss each other while you pleasure my cock with your hands," Albus ordered, and the two boys readily complied. They felt Albus's cock stir to life again. Then he said, "Eburnus, you're going to ride my cock; Bellus, you are going to lick my anus while he bounces."

Albus directed the boys to place the pillows under his hips to elevate his ass for Quintus, then Eburnus grabbed the powerful youth's cock and slid it inside him, gulping it down with the lips of his anus. Eburnus had been penetrated by a man's cock for the first time when he was ten years old and he'd had a lot of practice over the last four years, so he was no stranger to pleasing a man. His penis was even smaller than Quintus's. It was painfully hard and was dripping so much that a pool of slimy precum was accumulating on Albus's abdomen.

Meanwhile, Quintus had to bend his head at an awkward angle to get to Albus's anus. The smell wasn't bad because Albus still kept himself clean after years of using his own anus to pleasure his master. He was nineteen years old and had been serving men for just over ten years. There was a stronger, muskier smell and taste than he'd experienced in Eburnus's smooth hole, and there were tiny hairs coming in around the anus. Quintus didn't think it was a bad taste, just different.

"I'm going to spill my seed deep inside your tight little rectum, Eburnus," Albus said.

Eburnus was whimpering and crying, "Please Dominus, please cum quickly. I don't think I can hold it any ... Aaaah!"

And Eburnus came. His legs were quivering, and his anus was clamping down on Albus's cock. The boy's seed spilled across the older youth's abdomen and chest. He was crying. "I didn't mean to do it, Dominus. I couldn't stop it. I tried."

Albus slapped the boy's hips gently. "Suck my cock, Eburnus. Clean it up for me," he said. "And Bellus, suck my seed out of his ass. Don't miss a drop."

Eburnus fell on Albus's cock, determined to do the best job ever so he wouldn't get beaten, and Quintus parted the boy's cheeks and began to lick the quivering hole. He liked the taste of cum, and he liked the taste of Eburnus's boyish ass. The combination was even better so far as he was concerned. He felt guilty because he himself had almost cum. It could be him about to get a beating.

When they were done, Albus commanded Eburnus to lie over the edge of the bed. The boy was sobbing as he complied. Albus swung the baculum hard against the boy's buttocks, leaving a red mark. Then he gave him nine more.

"We're following a new program with you two," Albus said. "You're the first two, but you won't be the last. You need to learn to focus on the pleasure of the man you're serving, not your own. Now join me in bed."

Quintus and Eburnus didn't say anything. They crawled into bed and cuddled next to Albus. Eburnus cried himself to sleep, but Quintus had a harder time drifting off. His own cock was still hard and sensitive to touch. He was relieved that he hadn't had a beating before bed, but he feared that he would come during the night and face punishment in the morning. Albus kissed each his boys' head in turn. He felt like the emperor himself with two compliant boys cuddled next to him (and if the rumors were to be believed Trajan did enjoy the company of pretty boys as much as Albus himself did). Eventually sleep claimed them all.

On the second day after the funeral, Quintus was dressed in the garb of a freeborn boy again and was accompanied by Trebonius and Albus to the basilica. Decurion Petronius had seated a panel of six judges to hear the case of the legal guardianship of Quintus Curtius Bellus. Quintus blushed under Petronius's scowling face.

The trial went poorly for Quintus from the beginning. Petronius insisted on calling him degener (the degenerate). Several me were called to tell tales of the boy's supposed degeneracy. Manlius Sergius, who had been a friend of his father, told an untrue tale describing how he had shamelessly tried to suck his cock while he was sitting in the latrine at his father's house while only ten years old. He swore that Aulus Curtius Rufus had confessed to him many times that the boy was without the morals that are inborn a good Roman boy. Quintus couldn't recognize anything of himself or his father in the tale.

Trebonius told the court that Quintus had pretended to be a prostitute and had serviced all the male slaves in the household. He failed to admit that he himself had ordered the boy to play this game. Then he told how Quintus had taken the place of a puer delicatus and had given his mouth and his anus freely to Petronius who had no cause to believe that the boy was not a pleasure slave.

Then as a final insult, the document that Trebonius had altered was produced. It indicated that Aulus Curtius Bellus had maintained that Quintus was not his son but was the son of his wife Sabellia and a slave. It was signed and it was sealed. The witnesses to the signature were in the court to testify to the accuracy of the document. Quintus was a minor and no one was there to speak for him in the court, so the judgement was swift.

With a stroke of a pen and the stamping of a seal, he was officially declared to be not the son of Aulus Curtius Bellus, and therefor not a Roman citizen. He was declared to be a slave, the rightful property of Trebonius. His name was registered as Bellus. He was stripped of his bulla, the talisman worn around the neck by all Roman boys, and of his modest tunic. He was put into a simple slave tunic by Trebonius, and a leather collar was fitted around his neck.

It had happened so fast that his brain was still spinning. He was crying openly as he was led through town back to Trebonius's house. Now that he had been stripped of his rights, this house was more of a prison to him than a home. He turned on Trebonius and yelled, "You're a liar! You twisted everything around and made me seem like ... something I wasn't. You faked that document and you lied in court!"

Trebonius slapped him so hard that he fell onto the ground. Two slaves grabbed him and held him by the arms, and Trebonius stared at him with a cold expression that Bellus had never seen on his face before. "I don't suffer insolence from slaves," he said. "You are legally my slave, and you will show me the respect that is owed me, or you will be beaten."

He looked at the slaves and said, "Strip him. I want him completely naked. Then I'm going to show him the price of insolence. Fetch me a flagellum."

The slaves pulled Bellus's tunic off and untied his subligaria. Then they tied his hands to above his head and his ankles to pillars, forcing his legs apart. Trebonius took a short leather whip with multiple strands and swung it against the boy's back. It hurt more than anything he had ever experienced in his life so far. Then he swung it again. This whip was built to cause only a few small red marks, but lots of pain. Bellus was crying before Trebonius reached ten strokes, but the master gave him another ten on the back and the buttocks. The last five strokes fell across the lower legs. Since his legs had been forced apart, some of the strands struck him on the scrotum, and he screamed until his voice went hoarse.

When he was released, Bellus fell to the floor. Trebonius snapped his fingers and pointed at his sandaled feet. "Kiss my feet, slave," he said.

Sobbing, the newly enslaved boy pressed his lips to his master's feet and kissed the hairy toes. He continued to cry and kiss his master's feet until Trebonius snapped again and said, "Now thank me slave for teaching you your place."

"Thank you Dominus, for teaching me my place," the boy said.

"And what is your place?" the master asked.

"I ... my place is ... I'm a slave, Dominus," Bellus replied.

"And what is the place of a slave, boy? I know you're not stupid," he said.

"The place of a slave is to obey his master and to respect his master, Dominus," Bellus cried.

"To make sure you don't forget this lesson, you will remain naked until these marks have disappeared," Trebonius said.

He looked at Albus and said, "Until he appreciates the privileged position of pleasure slave, I want him working in the gardens and the kitchen. Give him 48 hours of hard labor. And just make sure he learns his lesson, his comrade Eburnus will join him in these punishments."

Albus replied, "Yes Dominus. Your will be done."

"But first, assemble the staff," he said. "I want them to watch while I take this slave's ass."

Albus ran to assemble the staff in the atrium. It took a few minutes and Bellus had time to consider his fate. He had been declared a slave by a magistrate of the Colonia of Eboracum. But it wasn't a simple declaration of enslavement. The magistrate had declared that he had been born a slave and had improperly been treated as a freeborn Roman for all his life. If he resisted, he would be punished, and little Eburnus would be punished with him.

Once the staff was assembled, Eburnus was stripped naked as well. He was trying to cling to Albus's arm, but Albus pulled him into the middle of the room. "From now on, Eburnus, you will share any punishment earned by the slave Bellus, and he will share any punishment earned by you. The master is going to penetrate this slave and use him in front of the staff. You will kneel behind the master and lick his anus while he fucks the boy."

Albus led Eburnus over to kneel behind the master, and Trebonius leaned over to him and said, "Nice touch, Albus. You have a gift for managing the slaves."

Trebonius's cock was shorter than Albus's, but it was the same width. He lined it up and pressed inside Bellus's anus. He hadn't been prepared for fucking by a tongue nor by oil, so it was painful when the master slid inside him. Meanwhile, Eburnus knelt behind the master with his hands on Trebonius's meaty thighs. He pressed his face into the crevice and began to lick. Trebonius was not unhygienic, but he also didn't clean himself out the way Albus and the pleasure boys did. The smell and the taste were much stronger in Trebonius. Eburnus didn't like the flavor or the aroma, but he knew better than to give any hint of that fact to his master.

Bellus felt Trebonius's hands grip him hard about his narrow waist and force his cock inside him. Being whipped had wilted his erection, but the humiliation of being used in public caused him to harden again. Trebonius fucked him without any regard for his pleasure. It was a brutal fuck, and he was glad when it was over.

When it was done, Albus had Bellus kneel on the floor with his knees apart and his back straight. "This is the position you will assume when not tasked with doing something else," he said. Then he went over to make sure that Eburnus was in the correct position as well.

The crowd was dispersing now that the show was over, but Albus was training the two of us in public, so there were a few stragglers who wanted to see. "The purpose of a pleasure slave is to provide pleasure to the men of the house and any visitors," he explained. "This can be the visual pleasure of seeing your body on display, the tactile pleasure of touching your body or the sexual pleasure you can offer with your mouth, hands, or anus. When not performing a task, your job is to be as visually appealing as possible. When you are kneeling, this is what it will look like.

"Now bend forward and press your forehead to floor. Lift your ass up as high as you can. When you are ordered to "display" this is the position you will be in."

He pushed his index finger inside each of their anuses in turn. "When a man sticks any part of his body inside you, your task is to clamp down with your anus and grip the finger or cock or whatever until told otherwise. And you never to give the slightest resistance."

Then he put his index finger in each of their mouths. "Whatever goes in your anus will go into your mouth soon after," he said. "You must suck on it and lick it. No matter how unpleasant it is, you must convince the man that it is pleasant."

"Now stand," he ordered.

Both boys sprang to their feet. "Eyes down," he said. "Hands behind your back and spread your legs to the same width as your shoulders."

He used the baculum to position them properly, then added, "this is the proper position for you when ordered to stand. You must never look any free man in the eye. Unless ordered to do so, you will keep your eyes down. Look at the floor or at the man's groin."

"Every free man is your superior, and you are their inferior," he continued. "Your job is to make them feel better by seeing how low you are. And you may not disobey any command given you unless they command you to do something you are not allowed to do. Then you will say my master does not allow me to do that."

"Do you understand these instructions, boys," he demanded.

"Yes Dominus," they chanted in unison. "We understand."

"Good, slaves," Albus said. "I love you boys, both of you, but you're going to be in a world of trouble and hurt if you can't follow my instructions and do what'd expected of you. Bellus, you've already earned both of you 48 hours doing the worst jobs the gardener and the cook can think of, not to mention earning you and Eburnus both a couple of weeks of nudity."

Bellus turned to Eburnus and said, "I'm so sorry, Eburnus. I didn't mean to get you in trouble. I didn't know that Dominus would punish you for my mistakes. I promise not to do it again. I'll be the perfect slave. It's not like I have any choice about it."

Eburnus hugged Bellus and said, "From now on we're a pair. We both need to be careful, so we don't get the other one hurt."

Then Eburnus moved behind Bellus and inhaled sharply. "Your backside is really red," he said with sympathy, touching it lightly with his fingers and causing the older boy to wince a little.

Albus put a hand on the shoulder of both boys and said, "It looks worse than it is. The whip Dominus used has soft leather straps. It hurts a lot, but it doesn't leave permanent marks and the redness will fade to light bruises soon. In two weeks, no one will be able to see it. But if you want to avoid the flagellum, you must learn obedience and respect. Both of you. You're getting too old to get away with the little stuff you've always been able to do, Eburnus. The master has his eye on you."

The boys both hugged Albus. He accepted their love, without telling them that the harsher new training program had been his idea and that Trebonius was letting him prove himself by training these two boys. If he succeeded, he planned to help Trebonius open a new business, one that trained pleasure slaves for wealthy men. The blond boys of Britannia were very popular back in Rome and the civilized provinces. This could be his chance to earn money to buy his freedom, and no matter how much he loved these boys, he wasn't going to jeopardize his future by going to easy on them.

"Your two days as drudge slaves begins tomorrow, so we have today to continue training you as pleasure slaves. Let's get dinner and go to my room to eat first," Albus said.

The three slaves went into the kitchens and Albus asked for food. The two boys were given trays to carry. One had a small pitcher of wine, and small bowls with cheese, olives, fresh flat bread and a delicious smelling mushroom and barley dish that made their mouth's water. The cook drizzled the last bowl with precious garum. The other platter contained simple barley porridge, two cups and a small pitcher of posca, the diluted vinegar drink that was given to the slaves instead of wine.

"The two boys are on a diet of puls and posca until Bellus's marks fade," the cook said. Seeing the sad look on the faces of the two boys, he added, "I added honey and spices to the posca and a little cheese to the puls. Dominus didn't say I couldn't, and I don't want to be looking at their sad eyes every day for a week or two."

Then he added a small jar with a lid to the first tray. "Don't eat this one, Albus," he said. "Its an unguent that should hasten the healing of Bellus's wounds."

He reached out a hand and tousled both boys' hair in turn. "It may be an oversight on Dominus's part, but until he corrects me, I'm going to take care of these pretty little ones."

Albus smiled at Cook's indulgence. He'd always been one to sneak treats to the pretty boys. Albus himself had benefited from his kindly nature more than once when he was younger. "Do you have time for the boys to thank you, Cook?" Albus asked.

"I have a few minutes, if you can delay their dinner," he said, then gestured to the small cubiculum off the kitchen that he slept in. Most of the kitchen slaves slept in the slave dormitories or sprawled out on the floor of the kitchen but Cook had his own space.

The boys followed Cook into the room and Albus went in to supervise. Cook was lying down on his bed. He'd pulled his tunic up and was removing his subligaria. He wasn't in good shape, after all he had to taste each of his creations before serving it to Dominus. His belly was so large that the boys probably couldn't have reached his cock easily if he'd remained standing. The boys set their trays down on the table in Cook's room and both climbed up onto the bed. Eburnus had more experience, despite being two years younger than Bellus, so he used his expert fingers to arouse the cook's penis. The boys put on a show of kissing each other while Eburnus's fingers did their job, and soon Cook's cock was hard enough for the boys to use.

Eburnus took one side of the cock, and Bellus took the other. They kissed and licked it until it reached its hardest state. Then they took turns fellating the much older man, while the other licked his scrotum. The wiry gray hairs that covered it, kept sticking in their teeth, but they really were grateful for the indulgence the cook was showing them and they wanted to make him feel good. He had the potboy on his team, and he could use his as he wished, but that slave was a couple years older than Bellus and was not very handsome, with his overlarge ears and big teeth, not to mention the scaring from acne that marred his features. Cook seldom had the opportunity to experience one of the pretty pleasure boys of the house, and he was so excited that he didn't last long.

When they were finished, they climbed off the bed and lifted the trays. "Tell Cook thank you for giving you his seed," Albus instructed.

The boys spoke in unison, "Thank you, Cook, for giving us your seed." Then Eburnus added, "We're happy to please you."

"They're sweet boys, Albus," Cook said. "I'd spoil them rotten if they were mine. But I guess that's why Dominus would never give them into my care."

Albus led the boys out of the kitchens and across the peristyle to the room that had previously been assigned to Bellus, back when he was Quintus Curtius Bellus, son of Dominus's wife. "This room has been assigned to me now, boys," Albus said. "It's bigger than any room assigned to any other slave. Dominus has plans for me. I think he plans to take me on his permanent secretary so I can help him run his businesses. I don't want to be a cruel taskmaster, but I won't jeopardize my chances to shield you from Dominus's anger. I may have to punish you harshly, but that won't be necessary if both of you are the best little cinaedi slaves you can be."

"We will Dominus," they said. "Does Dominus still want us to call you that?"

"I'll ask," he said. "Until then continue to do so, even though it seems strange to my ears as well."

He saw the boys eyeing his food and he said, "I can't do it boys. Dominus has said puls and posca for you, and that's what it will be. Before you eat your dinner, however, I want you to feed me mine. It's a skill you may need if you are assigned to serve at a symposium. Just between us, when Dominus says he's holding a symposium, he means an orgy, but don't you ever contradict him. He can be very loving, but his temper runs hot, and he will order me to punish you if you displease him in any way. I know because I was his delicatus for eight years and five months. I still remember some of the beatings he made his old overseer give me."

The boys climbed on the bed next to Albus and fed him olives, cheese, and flatbread, using their fingers to bring the food to his lips. While they were doing so, he allowed his hands to wander over their bodies. Eburnus still had no hair to speak of, only a few sparse hairs above his small penis, but Bellus had begun to grow a bush under his arms and above his penis. He also a sparse coating of hairs on his legs and lower arms.

Once Albus had enjoyed all the finger foods on his tray, he sat up so that he could eat his barley and mushrooms. He needed a spoon for that and being spoon fed by your slaves wasn't sexy no matter how cute they were.

"Can we eat now, Dominus," Eburnus said, rubbing his empty belly.

"Not yet," Albus responded. "You need to wait until the man you are serving has finished with your services, no matter how long that takes. As a pleasure slave, it is not your own needs that matter; it's the needs of the men you are serving. After a long symposium, some of the pleasure boys wolf down food like they were starving. Some symposia begin the early afternoon and don't finish until the middle of the night."

The boys waited on Albus while he finished eating. Eburnus held the cup of wine and lifted it to the older youth's lips so he could take a sip. When they were done, Albus directed them to eat their puls and posca quickly. Cook had obviously been trying to hide what he was doing from Dominus because there was a thin layer of plain puls resting on top a bowl full of porridge that was rich with cheese and herbs. And the posca, instead of tasting like plain watered vinegar, had honey and a splash of salty garum in it. They enjoyed it, despite missing out on the wine, cheese, and olives. If Dominus wanted to punish them with bland food he'd have to keep an eye on Cook.

After dinner, Albus led them down to the baths and had each of them clean the other's rectum with warm water, then they went back to his room. "Get onto the bed and display," Albus commanded.

The boys remembered the position. They pressed their faces into the bed and pushed their butts up into the air. Albus thought this was one of the best sights in the world, two cute little bottoms presenting their anuses for him to use.

"I'm going to do this tonight because I want to," he said, "but some nights you'll have to do it for each other."

His dipped his index fingers in a jar of olive oil and began rubbing the outer ring of their anuses, and the boys started to moan. "I'm going to lubricate you and I'm going to fuck you both, but you're not allowed to cum tonight," he said. "The good news is that tomorrow is the Day of Venus, and that is the day you will be allowed to cum this week. Dominus didn't say that you had to miss it this week, but the next time you fail to be obedient and to show respect, you will not cum the following Day of Venus; you'll have to wait another week."

Albus worked his fingers inside the boys, pushing all the way past their anuses. He spent some time oiling their insides before pulling his fingers out and sliding them in the boys' mouths so they could clean them with their tongues. "Every time you defecate, you will clean each other out with warm water and then lubricate one another," he said. "If you are ever not ready to be penetrated, you will be punished."

"Yes Dominus," the boys replied. The idea of waiting a week between orgasms wasn't pleasant, but they knew better than to complain. Nevertheless, Bellus decided to seek an answer to the question that was preying on his mind.

"Dominus, may I ask a question," he said.

"Yes Bellus, you may," Albus replied.

"Why did Dominus decide that we can only have one orgasm each week?" he asked.

"Dominus believes that a horny boy who had been denied release is more eager to please a man than one who has recently spilled his seed," Albus explained. "It's once per week now. If necessary, it will become once every two weeks, or even once every month. You should always appear eager to please so that Dominus will have no reason to limit your orgasms further. We've read of a brothel owner in Alexandria who allows his boys an orgasm only once a year."

Each of the boys, in his own mind, swore that he would never give the master cause to increase the time between their orgasms. Albus positioned them so that they were right next to each other, their hips touching, then he climbed onto the bed behind them. "When making love to you for pleasure, I will ordinarily use my tongue to open you up and relax your anuses, but tonight is a training session, so I am going to treat you like you should expect to be treated by most men who will use you."

Then he moved behind Eburnus and forced his large cock into his small but experienced anus. The boy knew how to accept a cock. He pushed out and relaxed in a repeating pattern, allowing the cock to enter him an inch or so at a time. Albus fucked the boy for a few strokes, then pulled out and entered Bellus in the same way. The older boy had a more difficult time. He been instructed in what to do, but he had trouble finding the rhythm. Albus had to push harder to get inside him, which made the boy squeal a little.

"When a man is fucking your butt, you need to tell him that it feels good," he said. "Be descriptive and imaginative but keep it believable. Your job is to make the man feel good."

Bellus cried out, "You feel so good inside me, Dominus. Your cock makes me feel full."

"Good," Albus declared, "now clamp down when I pull out and relax when I push in."

Bellus fell into the rhythm. The problem was that Albus's dick did feel good inside him and he wasn't sure that he could take it much longer without spilling his seed, and he didn't want to be beaten. Just as he was approaching the danger point, Albus pulled out and plunged back into Eburnus. The pattern continued for a long time. The boys were amazed that Albus could hold out so long. When he finally came, he chose Bellus to receive his seed.

Then Albus announced it was time for bed. The boys helped him out of his clothes and then they crawled next to him and snuggled against his body, their small penises hard and dripping. Eburnus fell to sleep in very little time and began snoring lightly. Meanwhile the days events caught up to Bellus and he began to sob quietly against the older youth's chest.

Albus stroked his hair and kissed his forehead. "What troubles you, Bellus?" he asked.

And Bellus began to sob louder. "My whole life is ruined," he said. "I was a freeborn boy, but now I'm a slave, with no rights. Everything was taken away from me."

"Shh, Bellus," Albus said gently, trying to calm the boy. "Your life isn't ruined. You could never be you as the son of a Roman equestrian. All the eyes of Rome would be on you, judging you. But now you don't have to worry about that. You don't have to worry about anything except being the best cinaedus you can be. You get to concentrate on doing what makes you happy. Think of all the cocks you will suck and all the cocks that will inside you. And you never have to make decisions for yourself. Allow your dominus to make all the decisions for you and be obedient. It's a good life for a cinaedus.

"If I were in the senate, I would pass a law that all cinaedi would become slaves. No one thinks poorly of a slave for taking a cock in his mouth or in his ass. And even if you ever become free, no one will think poorly of a freedman for doing the same. It's the best thing for you and for all the cinaedi out there. Accept it and stop fighting your destiny and you will be happy. The magistrate did you a favor."

Bellus sniffed and said, "I'll try Dominus, but it won't be easy."

"The best things in life are never easy, Bellus," Albus said. "But once you let go, you will find happiness."

Bellus tried to think of that future happiness as he fell asleep, but it seemed far away to him. Becoming a slave had been a shock, but it was nowhere near as upsetting as hearing his father's words read out, disowning him, and claiming that he wasn't his son at all, but the son of one of Trebonius's slaves. His father had essentially called his mother a whore, and the courts had agreed that it was true. In eyes of the empire, he was no longer a citizen; he was the property of his owner.

Characters

· Albus. A Celtic slave belonging to Trebonius. He's four years older than Quintus Curtius Bellus and becomes his mentor in the arts of gay sex.

· Aras. A Syrian slave belonging to Trebonius. He is 30 years old, with black hair, dark brown eyes and olive skin tone. He keeps his black beard trimmed neatly. He is the chief of the male slaves who work in the gardens and who repair the house. As one of the supervisors, he has access to the pleasure slaves.

· Eburnus. A slight and pretty Celtic slave also owned by Trebonius. He is two years younger than Curtius Bellus. Like Bellus, he is a cinaedus, but he has more experience despite his youth.

· Gnaeus Lollius. An equestrian slave dealer in Eburacum and a friend of Trebonius. He is also a decurion in town.

· Quintus Curtius Bellus. The child of Aulus Curtius Bellus and his wife Sabellia. He was the last of his family line and had been appointed a decurion in Eburacum in northern Britannia.

· Sabellia. The wife of Trebonius, the widow of Aulus Curtius Bellus and the mother of Quintus Curtius Bellus. She died giving birth to Trebonius's child. The child did not survive either.

· Titus Trebonius Felix. A Celtic freedman of the legate Marcus Trebonius who freed him and set him up in business as a manufacturer of pottery for the military. He is one of the wealthiest men in Eburacum despite remitting half his profits to Marcus Trebonius, now a senator in Rome. He is Sabellia's second husband and acts as mentor to you Quintus Curtius Rufus. As a freedman he can't hold political office.

Latin Vocabulary

· Baculum. A rod or stick. Although the word had many meanings, in this story it refers to the rod an overseer or tutor carried to show that he had the master's authority over the slaves.

· Cinaedus. The closest latin word to faggot. Refers to a man lacking masculine qualities. Bellus Cineadus is a phrase that can mean "Bellus, the faggot" or "pretty faggot".

· Concubinus. A male slave who shares his master's bed on a regular basis, usually a iuvenis (youth) instead of a boy. A man will often cut the hair of his concubinus and give him other assignments when he gets marries as a symbol of his new devotion to his wife.

· Decurion. An appointed member of the local legislature (like being a senator in Rome).

· Delicatus (Puer Delicatus). A slave boy who is kept for his beauty. They are pampered favorites. If their master doesn't have them castrated, they may eventually find themselves as a concubinus.

· Dominus. The Latin word for master.

· Equestrian (Equites). Roman was officially divided into social orders. The two highest orders were the senators (senatores) and equestrians (equites). Roman citizens whose head of the family (paterfamilias) were members of the senate were part of the senatorial order. Roman citizens whose head of the family (paterfamilias) were members of the equestrian order were part of the equestrian order. In the empire, the emperor could appoint new senators. Families with a certain minimum wealth were members of the equestrian order. Members of the senatorial and equestrian orders were considered to be nobility, and everyone else was a commoner.

· Fellator. A cocksucker.

· Freedman. The lowest social order in Rome were freedmen, those formerly enslaved. They could be wealthy, but they had low social prestige (below proletarians, musicians, and actors).

· Nomen. The Roman word for name. In the case of Quintus Curtius Bellus, Quintus is his first name, the name used by family and the closest of friends; Curtius is the name he inherited from his equestrian family, much like a modern last name; and Bellus is the cognomen, the name that specifies that he is from the Bellus branch of the gens Curtia (or Curtius clan).

· Puer Delicatus. A slave boy who was distinguished by his beauty and was used by the master sexual gratitification.

· Spintria. A male slave used for anal sex. Also a male prostitute and the vulgar term for the anus.

· Subligaria. Roman word for underwear.

· Toga Virilis. The toga of manhood. A Roman male citizen could wear a toga, a long rectangular cloth that wrapped in a specific manner around his body, usually worn over a tunic. Freeborn boys could wear togas that were specific for them, but the adulthood ceremony involved changing the boyish toga for the adult male toga. It was also time for a Roman boy's first shave.

· Tutor. Latin word for guardian. Usually, only children and women had tutores. The word can also be used to mean the same thing as in English.