Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2023 21:20:06 +0000
From: dbb0205829 <dbb0205829@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Forgotten Son of Rome - Chapter 2

The following story describes consensual sexual acts between teenage boys
in a historical context and references willing prostitution. If this
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Chapter 2

As our friendship grew we shared stories of our past. I learned of how
Antinous' family hailed from Sicily, but his mother and he fled to Rome
when his father discovered her spread out in the stable whilst the two
farm hands were taking turns to ride her. Fearing his father's
retribution when he returned from driving off the offending labourers she
grabbed Antinous and what little she could carry, and bribed a friendly
fisherman to take her to the mainland.

Their journey to Rome took weeks and they quickly exhausted their meagre
supplies. With nothing of value to trade and Antinous still too young to
labour for food and lodging, his mother sold the only thing of value she
had left, her inviting pussy.

Keen to avoid the pious tongues of the tavern owners' wives she dare not
openly advertise her wares. So it was up to Antinous to hustle her
clients, catching them as they stumbled back from pissing in the tavern
yard. Once enticed it was Antinous' role to keep watch as his mother was
fucked right there in the tavern's store house. Usually it was a brisk
ploughing as she was bent over a barrel. But two or three clients a night
was all it needed for enough coin to provide a hot meal and a warm bed
for the night.

And so it continued all the way to Rome, them both perfecting the
routine. By the time they were at the Imperial city Antinous could
quickly identify the prime targets, the men who were drunk enough to say
yes with little persuasion, and yet were not too drunk that they would
take an age to cum.

With no connections to call upon in the city they had no choice but to
continue their new found double act in order to survive. It wasn't long
until they caught the eye of a pimp who, with a little flattery and the
flash of a dagger, became our master. His mother now continuing her role
in a cot within one of the city's more exotic brothels. Antonius' role,
however, had evolved. He was now tasked with hiding under the cots while
the whores worked, picking the pockets of the unwitting clients as they
were merrily ploughing away.

By this point he wasn't phased by the fucking going on around him, nor
was he that turned on by it either. Not by the moans of the whores or
their tits bouncing as they were being pounded. The clients themselves
were not much of a distraction for him either. Usually ageing tradesmen
seeking comfort on their travels, or the occasional dignitary on his way
to the Senate.

Every now and then a younger patron would be ushered in, usually on the
eve of his wedding and being pushed in my his mates who had clubbed
together to ensure he was properly educated before his wedding night.
Whist they laughed and joked at the groom's expense, there was a look of
longing in their eyes. These men did catch Antinous' eye, however. Their
toned bodies and dicks hard in anticipation of the act made Antinous'
heart race. These clients he'd watch purely for pleasure, omitting to
pick their pockets and instead stroking his dick at the sounds of their
moans and their balls slapping against the whore's legs.

The pimp started to notice the pattern, and pulled Antinous aside one
night with a proposition. Antinous was to serve wine for a prominent
Senator while he enjoyed the company of a couple of whores. Due to his
prominence, the pimp provided his own rooms for the act allowing for
complete discretion. The Senator was to have the rooms for the whole
night, and Antinous was to assist in any way he requested.

Although only thirteen summers old, Antinous' dick and balls were very
well developed and looked almost comically large against his lithe
teenage body. As he would come to learn, even when he grew tall and
broad, his dick would still look huge. He was aware of the looks some men
gave him at the baths, some of interest, some of jealousy, and some had
something deeper in their eyes, in them Antinous saw a hunger. Despite
their leering looks, none of these men had yet cornered Antinous in the
steam room, or made any attempt to try his virgin holes. The pimp had
seen to that already for around his ankle Antinous wore a copper band.
Antinous didn't think much of it at the time, but he would later learn
that the copper band was a sign of ownership, not as a slave, this was
more subtle. Antinous had been `claimed'. Someone had paid a
substantial amount of money to the pimp to ensure Antinous remained a
virgin until his `owner' decided otherwise. Little did he know, but
Antinous was a peach awaiting harvest, and his benefactor had decided he
was ripe for the picking.

The night of the Senator's visit had arrived and Antinous was instructed
to visit the baths in preparation. After a days fast (which seemed an odd
requirement) the pimp even gave Antinous a coin so he could be scrubbed
and massaged by an attendant. This was a rare treat indeed and Antinous
nearly ran to the baths. The attendants were usually young teens
themselves and one such boy led Antinous to a private room just off the
main bath, separated by curtain and with small vents in the walls about
head height.

The attendant took care of everything. He was wearing just a loin cloth,
and although his frame was slight he moved with practised purpose. First
he pulled my tunic over my head and promptly untied my loincloth. Despite
his air of discretion Antinous couldn't help but notice the boy's eyes
lingering when his heavy dick was exposed. The boy's cheeks flushed red
and he quickly busied himself folding Antinous' clothes and tidying them
away. Being served in this way was a foreign concept for a boy as low
caste as Antinous, and he felt unsure how to act. He feigned confidence
and walked into the sunken bath, sat with his arms resting on either
side.

Once Antinous was warm from the water the boy requested he lie on his
front on a tiled bench where he proceeded to cover Antinous' toned body
in oil. The boy was efficient in his work, his experienced hands
confidently working Antinous' muscles until he was put into a dazed
state. With his eyes closed Antinous was gently rocked by the boy's
massage, his mind drifting off to a place of relaxation and pleasure. The
boy progressed up Antinous' legs to his tight glutes, seemingly without
any apprehension or uncertainty. If anything, the boy seemed to be paying
extra attention to Antinous' arse, but Antinous was enjoying the boys'
work too much to register this as unusual. Perhaps this is just how a
massage was meant to go. The boy's hands worked his arse cheeks, his
finger tips brushing his arse crack. With each movement they were getting
closer and closer to his tight pink hole. He wasn't sure what to make of
it, but he knew it felt good so he made no attempt to stop the boy.
Eventually the boy moved his hand directly over his hole and gently
rubbed it, moving his fingers in circles. Antinous couldn't help be let
out a moan. His dick had been at half mast for a little while, but this
development immediately caused it to swell to an almost uncomfortable
level. Given its size Antinous had to move one leg up to give it more
room to grow. The boy, taking this movement as an invitation to continue,
added some pressure to his fingers, gently relaxing Antinous' tight
virgin hole. As Antinous exhaled he felt his hole loosen and open
slightly, and the boy's finger ever so slightly pushed inside. This was
new, and oh god did it feel good, but suddenly the boy's hand was gone.

In his soft voice the boy asked Antinous to turn over so he could work
the front. As he did so he heard the boy gasp as his fully erect dick
came into view and slapped down on Antinous' torso with a thud. Suddenly
conscious Antinous felt the need to apologise.

"I'm sorry if this offends you, it's just I've never had someone
massage by body before and, well, it felt so good I couldn't stop myself
getting hard. Sorry I don't even know your name."

"It's Marcus, sir, and there's no need to apologise for being hard,
it's perfectly normal. It happens to all the men I massage."

"Nice to meet you Marcus, although I feel like I should have asked your
name that before you started massaging my naked body! I'm Antinous. If
it's not my boner that shocked you, what did?"

"Well, sir - Antinous, rather - it's just that your dick is...umm..."
Marcus, so cool and collected so far, was suddenly turning a rather deep
shade of red "...your dick sir, it's umm, well it's the biggest I've
ever seen to be honest..."

"Ah..." Antinous was lost for words "...thank you, I guess..."

An awkward silence rang between them, but their eyes met and both let out
a giggle. There was nothing else for it. The tension evaporated and
Marcus suggested they get back to the task at hand.

Marcus continued to work all over Antinous' body, with long strokes over
his chest and torso, fingers lightly grazing his now throbbing cock which
was pulsating with every touch. Antinous, as usual, was now leaking
copious amounts of precum that Marcus, without hesitation, was mixing
with the oil on his hands and massaging across Antinous' body. His eyes
were closed again, but Antinous was sure he heard Marcus lick his fingers
after collecting another load of precum. This only added to his state of
excitement.

Marcus turned his attention fully to Antinous' dick and heavy balls.
Massaging each with great attention and prompting heavy moans to escape
Antinous' lips. Given his size, to properly stroke his dick Marcus was
required to wrap both hands around the shaft, which he now did,
alternating between quick strokes and sudden slow ones when Antinous'
breathing became rapid.

Antinous was feeling pleasure like nothing before. His mind was lost in a
void of horniness, and he both wanted it never to end and to shoot his
heavy load. It's like his balls were vibrating they felt so full and
ready to blow. He could hold off as much as possible but he knew it
wouldn't be long until he was spraying his chest.

Then Marcus surprised him further. While one hand rubbed the back of his
helmet, right where it joined with his foreskin, the other reached under
his balls and returned to his pink hole. This time Marcus pressed his
finger in, and Antinous was powerless to stop him. Riding wave after wave
of pleasure Antinous welcomed Marcus' finger in with no resistance until
he could feel the boy's knuckle against his hole. With one gentle
movement of Marcus' finger he sent Antinous into ecstasy. His balls
jumped up against his body, his dick bouncing as it pulsated shooting his
cum across his chest and over his shoulder, landing on the wall behind
him. It was an orgasm that seemed to never end, the only movement being
Marcus' finger slowly moving back and forth inside him.

When his balls were finally empty after no less than fifteen ropes of cum
had been fired across the room, Antinous was left breathing like he'd
run a marathon. With one final moan Marcus gently retracted his finger,
leaving Antinous to slow come back down to Earth. He was totally spent,
and now covered in his own cum.

When he finally looked down he saw the extent of the mess his cum had
made. Used to his big loads, even Antinous was surprised, and slightly
proud, at the amount of cum that was spread over his chest and dripping
down the wall. As he looked over at Marcus he saw that he too was also
breathing heavily, his recently hard dick in his other hand, and his own
load had been shot over Antinous' leg.

Blushing again, Marcus stammered "I'm s-s-sorry sir. I got caught up in
the moment and couldn't help but pleasure myself."

Antinous had been so oblivious to the outside world during his orgasm
that he hadn't even felt Marcus' load land in his leg, nor had he heard
Marcus' moans.

"It's ok, I made quite the mess myself" he replied.

Marcus smiled, relieved.

"Let me clean you off before you go. I was told to have you back by
eight."

Antinous had completely forgotten about the whole reason for his visit to
the baths. In his post-orgasm state he couldn't think of anything worse
than standing all night holding a flagon of wine while an old Senator
ploughed a couple of whores. The wine itself only prolonging the session.
Antinous still didn't understand why the pimp had sent him to the baths
for a massage before this particular client. Perhaps the pimp knew he'd
be having to hold the flagon for many hours? Or maybe the Senator was
bringing a friend to share the whores with as the higher end clients
often did, both making a night of it. Still, Antinous decided he'd find
out soon enough and tried to enjoy his final moments in Marcus' capable
hands.

It wasn't just Marcus' orgasm Antinous had missed during his ecstasy,
he also failed to notice the eyes watching his pleasure from the vents in
the wall behind him. The figure had watched the scene with an intensity
he'd never experienced before. Transfixed, he hadn't even stroked his
own dick which was throbbing against the cool tiles of the bathhouse
wall. He had just about managed to stop himself from joining the two boys
in their orgasms, nearly painting the wall with his load. No, it
wouldn't do to unload just yet, this load was due to be shot somewhere
else, somewhere much more pleasurable.

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