Date: Wed, 22 Jul 2020 22:39:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Glaucus and Marcellus - Installment 16

Marcellus realized he had been outplayed .  However well the war went,
there was absolutely no guarantee that he would be reunited with Demos.
"How did I forget that Glaucus isn't obligated to release him?"  He shook
his head, over and over, as he prepared for the tournament .  Today was
the day he would try to regain his alpha position, for however short a
time he would remain in Glaucus' estate before mobilization.
By right, he could claim Flavius for the evening if he won.  It would be
unusual for a victor at wrestling to claim anyone other than the
vanquished, but he had decided that he would claim Demos.  It would be
the last time he would see him for quite some time.  Tears began to form
in his eyes.  Demos was his.  He felt aroused as he thought of it.  Being
in the same place , and not being allowed to touch the young man, was
torture.  Pure torture.
"Glacus is even more clever, and devious, than I thought."  And this was
before Marcellus knew about the remaining bouts for the wrestling
competition.

As he pondered this,  Clodius was seeking an audience with Glaucus.
Glaucus had remained in bed longer than usual.  Flavius , now compliant,
had been a much more enjoyable lover than he had thought he would be.  He
seemed to pick up on what would make Glaucus even more excited than he
was, and he moaned, and struggled, and begged in a way Glaucus had not
expected.  There was no question that Glaucus would be able to overpower
Flavius and take control, but the amount of resistance the man put up was
just enough to keep things interesting, and Glaucus' sword drawn . He had
filled the Goth's mouth twice, and his ass twice as well, and still, the
hunger drove him.

"My Lord.  Salutations and apologies, but there is a man to see you.
Clodius, of the gymnasium.  These are your hours for receiving petitions
and he has come with one."

Glaucus turned to Flavius and smiled.  He gently pulled the short, curly
locks of the man.  "Ah, I will think of this night during today,
Flavius.  I can only imagine how much pleasure you will bring me
tonight."
"The pleasure was mine, My Lord," was Flavius' reply.  In truth , he HAD
enjoyed it, more than he wished to admit.  The pools of his own seed were
evidence of his pleasure.  And he sensed that Glaucus was in fact on the
precipice of bringing Urban into the house.  He did not want to spoil
that.

Glaucus rose from the bed, rinsed quickly, and put on a clean toga,
before entering his receiving room.  Clodius was there, standing in
servile position.

"Hmmm. "  Thought Glaucus  "He wants something."  As a free man,  Clodius
need not take the servile position.  Nor did he even have to stand while
waiting for Glaucus.

"CLODIUS!  It is an honor to have you in this house. We do not see much
of you." Glaucus smiled.  Indeed, he had once had thoughts of bringing
Clodius into his bed, but was unsuccessful at that.  And now , as a free
man, that possibility was even more remote."

"Lord Glaucus, I apologize for my absence.  I realize you are a busy man,
and I will not take up more of your time than is absolutely necessary."
Glaucus smiled  "Clodius, I hope you know that you have the run of the
house.  Since you are here, I will assume that you have not opened the
gymnasium today.  If you have time,  my guest bed chambers are
available.  Would you have a slave for the day?  For an hour?  I will
bring them before you to choose, both the males and the females."

Clodius was tempted.  It had been a while since he had allowed himself
the pleasure of a night with an attractive partner.
"I must decline Glaucus, but perhaps when I return."
"When you return, Clodius?"
"Yes Glaucus.. It is the reason I am here.  I will be joining Marcellus'
army on the campaign."
Glaucus thought to himself.  "Hmmm.  Marcellus and Clodius at war,
together.  Oh, to be a fly on the wall!"  He said none of this and then
continued
"I wish you success in the endeavor Clodius.  Rome shall not be the same
without you. "
Clodius smiled.  "I appreciate your praise Glaucus.  And I ask a boon of
you."
"And what would that be, my friend?"
"With my being at war, there is no one to run the gymnasium.  While the
men I train will undoubtedly be joining the forces, others will still
wish to use it."
"I would think so, Clodius. " Glaucus smiled.  "If for nothing else, your
gymnasium sauna is known throughout the city." Clodius blushed at that.
Glaucus was right, and that reputation was NOT one of which he was
proud.
"It seemed that I should keep the gymnasium opened, and to that end... I
was hoping that I might ask that you would lend me Linus and Tertius to
manage the operation while I am gone.

"Clodius!  Your business sense amazes me.  Your choice is brilliant.
With you gone, there would be need of a strapping young man to train our
athletes.  Yet they will be with you and Marcellus in any event.  It is
simply fellows like myself who would use it .  And who better to govern
traffic, especially to a sauna, than those two? Yes, it is brilliant.. I
imagine few visitors during a time of war, and there is still Demos to
maintain the baths. " He paused and thought  "And now, there is a reason
to bring Urban into the estate."

Clodius bowed  "Lest I forget Glaucus, my aim is simply to keep the
gymnasium opened.  Any revenue during my absence, will of course rebound
to you."
"That is a generous offer, Clodius, but I will reject that."  He paused
"Your friend Marcellus will seek to become a free man when you return .
Should he need the funds to help with his petition, you should make them
accessible to him."

Clodius bowed.  "I am grateful to you Glaucus.  "
"I will advise Tertius and Linus to advise them to be ready for
reassignment.

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"So it seems you'll be in charge, Demos"  Tertius smiled as he stood over
Demos, who was washing a set of drying towels.  Glaucus had entertained
two days ago, and there was an exceptional amount of filth to address.

"Tertius?  I don't understand"

"With the war, Clodius has enlisted.  He'll be part of your Marcellus'
batallion.  So rather than close the gymnasium, he has requeted that
Linus and I manage the gymnasium during his absence."

Demos looked up.  "Then you'll be gone?  And I'll be alone?  Doing all of
this myself?"  Linus smiled.  "No, you won't be alone.  Our Lord
purchased an experienced slave to assist you.   He clapped his hands.
"Come in Urban."

The young man walked in, head down, hands clasped behind him.  He was
used to how things worked with Portius, but not to the bath chamber.

"RELAX YOUNG MAN. RELAX .  We are informal here.  Raise that pretty head
of yours."  Urban hesitated, but looked up.  Linus looked at him and
sighed.

"That Portius has such specific tastes.  The two of you belonged to him,
and because of a simple whisker."  He brushed his index finger along what
we would call "peach fuzz" on Urban's upper lip.    "You would both still
make excellent bed fellows."  Tertius grinned.  "Indeed.  You are both as
pretty as Linus was when he was younger."
"Prettier," Linus said, and laughed, making both young men blush.

"This is the life of an old man, my boys," Tertius said.  "It is like the
curse of Cassandra.  We are sent to monitor a gymnasium.... at a time
when all of that young flesh is at war." He sighed.  "Again, such a
waste."

Urban looked at Demos.  "I know who you are.  You are the consort of
Marcellus, my father's rival."  He held out his hand.  "I hope that their
rivalry does not interfere with our ability to be friends."

Demos held out his hand.  "That rivalry is created by Glaucus.  I do
think, Urban, that if your father and my consort were to meet, they would
be much better friends.   But Glaucus is crafty.  And we are helpless."

Urban paused.  "We will talk when the old men are monitoring the gym.
The only way to succeed in a schemer's home, is to scheme at a higher
level.  You must be prepared."

"INDEED YOU MUST BE PREPARED."  Glaucus walked into the baths.
"Urban. Welcome to our home."
"Ave et salve Lord Glaucus.  I thank your intervention  for saving me
from the ship."
Glaucus smiled.  Portius HAD in fact already arranged for Urban's sale,
but to one of the warring triremes.  Urban would have lived, and died,
chained to an oar on a fighting ship.  He did not trust the thank you,
but he would accept it for now.

"You were speaking of preparation Urban.  Surely you have not heard about
the wrestling matches?"
"My Lord, I do not claim to understand Latin perfectly, but I believe you
used the plural? I thought the match tomorrow was  only one between my
father and Marcellus."

"AH, then the information has in fact not reached you.  There will be
three matches.  The first shall be between my bed slaves Eric and Ahmad.
The last shall be as you say.  He paused and smiled, to see if either
Urban or Demos had deduced the plan.  They remained puzzled.

"The second match shall be between the two of you." They looked at each
other, startled.
"Worry not.  Neither of you need take an active or passive role as a
result of the match.  It is for the entertainment of our guests.  It is
not often that there are two, young, fair haired men available for a
competition.  It should be spirited."  He paused.  "While I have
misgivings about letting the two of you be together at any point before
the match, let it be said:  I expect a full effort from both of you.
Keep in mind that I have the man each of you love more than any other,
and I am not above punishing both you and your lover or father."

Demos bowed his head.  "I understand My Lord."

Glaucus smiled, and turned. A trail of scent was left behind.

"It is true,"  Urban spoke to Demos.  "My father tells me that Lord
Glaucus would have no trouble in administering punishment. "
"Marcellus has told me the same.  It is not always physical." He paused.
"Shaving Marcellus so that he had even less hair than I did, was the most
vicious punishment he could have administered, short of emasculating
him."
Urban dropped his voice.  "My father and I still run the gardens here.  I
will explain that relevance to you, Demos.  Now that my father has agreed
to be Glaucus' consort, I will have a bit more freedom around the
estate.  We must show patience.  Plants do not grow in a day."

Demos shook his head.  He had an idea of what Urban had in mind, but not
a strong one.  "You should be prepared to be defeated, Urban.  I have
learned from Marcellus."
Urban smiled back. "Remember who took the victory last time, and denied
you the sword of your consort."

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Since all of his slaves were to wrestle the next day, Glaucus slept
alone.  He wanted to see spirited fighting.  Tertius and Linus were still
working for him, so he sent them to the bed slave quarters to see that
all were in perfect shape.  They were to bring the blonds too.

"Oil, but only for our champions.  It will make the grappling more...
interesting."  Glaucus smiled.    He walked into the quarters.
"The first match will be between slaves Eric and Ahmad.  The blonds will
follow.  And then, the battle for alpha slave.  By the gods, I wish you
all good luck." He bowed and walked out of the quarters, backwards.  It
was a show of respect to the wrestlers.  He then went to join Portius,
who was sitting in the prepared ring, outside of Glaucus' estate.

"Ah, Portius, time marches on.  You are again without a bed fellow."
Portius smiled.  "Not for long, I hope.  There is an auction tomorrow.
And should I not see what I like... " he paused  "I have heard talk of a
poor family without the means to survive, with a beautiful son.  Possibly
with hibernian lineage.  His father had been a soldier, and died in a
gambling fight here.  Now, his mother raises the boy, with his sisters.
She , shall we say 'incubates' for the health of the city, but that means
payment once a year, if at all.  She will not tell if her husband brought
the boy back with him from the Hibernian campaign. " Another pause.
"Friend, your slave chamber is looking a bit thin these days too.
Perhaps you should join me at the auction."

"I am considering it Portius, but the household continues to grow.
Expenses, expenses, expenses. "  He sighed.  "I should never have donated
ALL of the booty from the Materan campaign to our city."
Portius smiled.  "But you didn't.  You kept Marcellus."  He paused.
"Have you considered the ultimate humiliation for him?
"Do you mean pimping him?" Portius smiled.  "It has crossed my mind.  The
estate is not at that point."  He paused. "If I may confide in you,
friend, I have decided, that if it were to come to the point where I
could not maintain the estate, I would swallow gold, and join the
shades."

Portius looked at him, and took his hand.  "May it never come to that
friend.  Come to the auction with me.  Now, heed.. The first match is
about to start.


Eric and Ahmad entered the field  wearing nothing but their cock cages.
"Oh, my, he HAS been at the gym, the little demon,"  Portius smiled.
"Such NICE definition.  I hope you make him continue to go. "  He paused
again.  "I've never had a boy wear me out, but he came close."  Glaucus
nodded in agreement.  "I don't think I've ever had one who enjoyed sex so
much."

The two circled each other, and then the grappling began.  Eric was
certainly stronger, but you could tell that Ahmad was a trained dancer,
as he "danced" away from every hold that Eric tried.  And Eric began to
tire:  he hadn't followed Clodius' advice to build up cardio strength
while he bulked up.  Ahmad, on the other hand, remained fresh.  And that
proved to be the difference:  Ahmad saw a weakness, and swept out Eric's
feet.  The Hibernian went down, and knew enough to roll on his stomach
and curl up when Ahmad grabbed him from above.  He wasn't strong enough
to flip him, but he knew of Eric's weaknesses.  He whispered  "roll over,
red, or I'll start tickling you top to bottom."

"NO.  Not that!  Eric was extremely ticklish.  His whole body would turn
red, and he'd be helpless.  Totally helpless.   He let Ahmad flip him and
get the pin.  OVER.

Glaucus turned to Portius  "I do think he'll be going back to the gym.
Next time around , he may win."
Then he stood and called to the referee.  "THE KEYS.  The victor will
take his prize NOW."

There was some clapping, as the referre unlocked Ahmed's cock.  He found
a not unwilling partner in Eric, as he began thrusting into the eager
little red head.  He moved faster and faster.  It had been a time since
he had used his sword, and he was eager.  His scream, in his native
language,  was not literally understood, but everyone could figure out
what he had shouted.  He collapsed on top of Eric.  The two men were
friends, and Ahmad kissed him.  He whispered  "I want you in me sometime
Eric.  Next time."

The two joined hands as they saluted the audience.  Off view, Ahmad's
cock was locked up again.

"Oh heavens, could my heart handle more, friend?"  Portius turned to
Glaucus.  Glaucus laughed  "I certainly hope so.  You've had both of
Demos and Urban.  But now..

The two young blond men entered the arena, also stripped down.  Demos
tried to remember what he had learned from watching Marcellus, and from
some of the moves that he had put on him when they were making love.  It
did no good.  Demos was used to a more luxurious life style before he had
been captured, and he proved to be absolutely no match for Urban, who had
him pinned, securely, in a matter of minutes.
'WOULD YOU TAKE HIM, URBAN?"  Glaucus called from the stands.  Urban
looked down at Demos, and saw the look of helpless desperation in his
face.
"I will leave him to those more experienced than I.  "
"WHAT A SHAME,"  Portius was disappointed.  "His cock should be used on
something other than a woman, and Demos has such a beautiful behind."
Marcellus was in the waiting area, and did not hear this.  It was just as
well, as he might very well have tried to harm Portius for admiring his
consort.

And backstage, the assistants were oiling Marcellus and Flavius.  Both
men could hear the crowd chanting for the two of them.
"You will lose today, German," Marcellus gritted through his teeth.
"You have already lost, Materan.  I have your spot in bed.  You have
NOTHING."
Flavius was normally not a hot tempered man, but the thought of the
Materan's pride was a thorn in his side.
"I will defeat you again.  And perhaps this time, I will TAKE you."

Now they were brought to the center of the ring.  The match began.  In
this, the major match, a win could come by any means.  Pinning was only
one way.   The oiling of their bodies made things more challenging,
especially for Marcellus.  Flavius, who was used to handling animals, had
a much better time of it in the grappling.   Marcellus was the more
skilled wrestler, thanks to Clodius, and there were several times that he
had Flavius in a hold that would have defeated many a man.  Flavius
refused to give up though.

"EXCELLENT MATCH, don't you think, Portius?"  asked Glaucus
"TOO OLD for me.  More young ones.  That's what we need."
Then, there was a gasp from the audience.  Marcellus had slipped on some
oil that had dripped off their bodies, and Flavius had taken advantage of
the slip.  He found dry areas on Marcellus' wrists, and he had him
stretched out, trapped, and screaming in pain.  His mouth was close
enough to Marcellus' ear to whisper

"I could defeat you right now Materan, but the truth is, I have no
interest in your ass.  So I am going to let you win so you can have your
precious Demos.  Remember who did this."

His hand "slipped" from Marcellus' wrist, and the Materan pressed the
advantage he had just been given.  The lack of oil on his wrists have him
a chance to form a tight grip around Flavius' waist.  He lifted Flavius
from the ground, and threw him.  Hard.  Before Flavius could recover, he
was on him, and the match was his, as he pinned Flavius securely.

"OUR WINNER IS MARCELLUS"  announced the referee.  His fans cheered, as
did fans who had come to see good wrestling.  Glaucus smiled.  He knew
exactly what happened, and he favored Flavius even more - and made up his
mind to not show any mercy in bed that night.

"Marcellus, would you have your prize now?"  asked the referee.
"By your leave, My Lord, I would forego my right to Flavius.  I choose
Demos."

'AND YOU WILL HAVE  HIM.  INDEED, YOU WILL HAVE HIM FOR THE NIGHT.  IT IS
THE LEAST WE CAN DO FOR OUR NEW GENERAL."

Marcellus smiled.  Glaucus smiled back, with a grin that would curdle
cream.  He knew he would not get a thank you from Marcellus.  He had
satisfaction in knowing, this would be their last night together for a
good while. On the other hand, he would have Flavius in short order.

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Before the combatants had left the arena,  Eric smiled at the referee,
and got the key to Ahmad's cage.  It was just the two of them in the bed
slave quarters that night, and there was no reason to fear... Ahmad had
stamina, but Eric...  Ahmad gave up after the fourth time, somewhere
around the  third hour before the cock would crow.

Glaucus had sent Marcellus to be bathed in the visitor's quarters , where
both Demos and Urban worked.  As he came in, Demos rushed in front of
Urban.
"Please my friend.  If you have a heart,  let me address Marcellus'
needs.  I beg you."
Urban smiled.  "I will go to my quarters Demos.  Keep in mind - you could
have been mine tonight.  I am owed repayment."
"And you will have it , my friend.  "
He went to Marcellus.  "My Lord.  My general.  Shall I bathe you, or
shall we bathe together, after..."   He didn't finish.  Marcellus took
him in his arms.  The oil remained on his body, and it spread to Demos.
There was enough of it, to make penetration with his sword easier.
"Seeing you every day, and not having you.."  He kissed Demos.  "I
sometimes think it would be better not to see you.  My mind plays tricks
on me.." He pushed in further.
"Why do you do this, Marcellus, my love?  You risk your life."
"To attempt to create a situation for us, my Demos.  My beautiful,
beautiful young man.." His tongue found Demos' mouth, as his sword
pierced deeper.
"OH, just have me Marcellus.  It has been long.  Too long. "  Marcellus'
hunger was too great, and the first of their love makings was fast.
"Please.  We are filthy.  The bath is ready.  Urban will not report that
I have used it. "
"Would you have him bathe us, Demos?"
"I will have no such thing My Lord. He defeated me, but I will conquer
you.  In the bedroom.  Myself. "  He embraced Marcellus in the warm
water, and he whispered  "Promise me you will come back, Marcellus.
Promise me you will not abandon me for Clodius."
Marcellus hugged him tighter.  "Before the gods, I swear, that I will
sacrifice all that I can, to make sure that I return.  And when I return,
I will do what I can, to make sure we are together again, Demos, and not
under the roof of this man."
Demos stopped.  "Marcellus, you must NOT let your hatred take over.  Yes,
this life is difficult at times, and yes, you have been forced, as have I
, to do what you would not.  But it is Glaucus who has made it possible
for us to be together.  You might very well be with the gods on Olympus,
and I might very well be mining silver in Hispania.  But we are here.
Now.  He did that.  No one else."
Marcellus grunted, but he didn't accept it. Instead, he rubbed his beard
on Demos neck.  There was an old wive's tale, that one could not draw
one's sword under water.  That was proven to be false by the reunited
consorts.


In Glaucus' quarters,  he had Flavius tied to his bed,  spread out
completely, naked save for his sword cage.  Glaucus was playfully
squeezing Flavius' nipples.
"So.. You have done Marcellus the favor of giving him a night with
Demos." Glaucus long nails squeezed, until Flavius winced.
"My Lord,  would you have me yield to anyone but you?  Would you have me
use my sword, and not be ready for you?"
Glaucus had to choose his words carefully.
"Yes farmer, you are right.   You have played this game beautifully.  But
now... I will play you.  Like a fiddle."  He ran his finger down Flavius'
mid line, until he could feel the man breathe more heavily.
"I will have your neck.  Your neck is so soft, and so sensitive."
Flavius remembered when his wife would kiss his neck.  It would make him
manic for her - she would describe him as a boar in heat.  Now,
restrained,  he could but moan as Glaucus found those same spots, and
made them more and more sensitive.
"If you would please me with sword swallowing, Flavius, I will release
your own sword."
"It would honor me to taste your sword, My Lord."  Glaucus grinned,
internally. The word on the Germans was that they were even more
intricate in their use of love language than the Romans.  Yet, if it
meant he would be lubricated by this handsome, muscular man, he would
accept the words.  He pressed his sword to Flavius' lips.  Though new to
this, and not as skilled as Eric would have been, Glaucus was pleased at
Flavius' willingness.  He unlocked the cage, and saw the sword of the
farmer reach to heaven. He smiled.

"You will beg me to pierce you tonight farmer.  And you will do so
because..." he began sliding his finger up and down Flavius' sword.  "I
will teach you how even a wild boar or stallion like yourself, can be
controlled."

Flavius thought back to the skill his wife had in the bedroom.  It was no
match for this man.  Every time Flavius thought, he would expel his seed,
Glaucus brought him back, either gently, or not.  When Glaucus began to
run his finger inside Flavius' ass, the farmer could take no more.

'YES MY LORD. PIERCE ME.  TAKE ME.  MAKE ME YOUR CONSORT. PROVE TO THE
WORLD THAT I BELONG TO YOU."

Glaucus smiled, as he released the ankle restraints, and slid into the
handsome, blond man.  Flavius winced.  He was still not accustomed to
this, and the word of Glaucus' voracious sexual appetite was well known
in the bed slave quarter.  Glaucus smiled.  "This is my first taking of
you as my consort, Flavius.  I will find what pleases you and what does
not," and at several points, Glaucus made a note to himself, when Flavius
gasped especially strongly, or moaned, or seemed to mouth  "oh yes."  He
learned that night that, while Flavius had nipples as sensitve as any
man, the back of his knees were especially sensitive, and led to the
strong man whimpering like a kitten.
"Please My Lord.  Do not do that.  It is not a slave's place to spill
seed before his Lord."
Glaucus flipped him over.  "Flavius, your position has changed.  You are
no longer a slave. You are my consort.  You may spill seed as you wish.
But you take the place of a woman in the bed, and you will take my
orders.  On all fours.  I have compared you to a wild boar. I will take
you as boars take each other. "
"Yes My Lord."  Flavius was pierced, again, this time with more force,
and more sound, by Glaucus.  He felt Glaucus' hand on his own sword, and
he moaned, until he could retain it no longer.  He spilled his seed
before Glaucus did.  When Glaucus did spill, none fell to the bed, as it
was all in Flavius.

In the time after the coupling, Glaucus smiled, as he kissed Flavius.  "I
shouldn't, but I hope that I am pleasing you, Flavius.  "
"Yes My Lord, you are pleasing me in ways that go beyond the bedroom."
Flavius was thinking of how Glaucus had rescued HIM from the mines, and
then his son.  He was grateful for this.  To be under a roof with his
son, fed, protected, and cared for.  He could learn to enjoy being the
consort of this man.

Perhaps the difference in gratitude, is all that separated Marcellus and
Flavius.  One can only wait, and see.