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"THE LAST CAESAR" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.

THE LAST CAESAR By Andrej Koymasky © 2020
Ended writing on December 2nd 2005
Translated by the Author
English text kindly reviewed by Talo Segura
CHAPTER 1
COLLAPSE OF AN EMPIRE

INITIAL NOTES

1 - All dates are reported «ab Urbe condita» i.e. «from the foundation of Rome». To obtain the dates of the Christian era, the number 753 must be subtracted from the date reported in this novel.

2 - No existing document tells us that Romulus Augustulus was homosexual. It is known, however, that he never married. All the historical facts narrated in the novel are exact and real, the rest is fantasy.

CHAPTER 1 - COLLAPSE OF AN EMPIRE

The Huns, an Asian population led by the ferocious Attila, broke into the territories of the Western Roman Empire around the year 1150 from the foundation of Rome, sowing destruction and death.

In the year 1204 the Roman general Aetius, allied with the Visigoths, confronted and defeated them on the Catalaunian Fields, in present-day northern France. This was the last great victory in the history of Rome.

That same year, in the poorer suburbs of the city of Patavia, Mergus' wife died giving birth to one of the two protagonists of our history, Helvius. Mergus lived by his wits, he was a street thief, and he did not know what to do with the child, he had no idea how to raise him. A prostitute named Lulla who had also recently given birth, took pity on Helvius and decided to nurse him. Mergus, both a bit annoyed and a little grateful, occasionally gave her something that he had stolen... especially when he could not find a buyer.

In 1205 Attila attempted to invade Italy, devastating Veneto and focusing on Rome. Aetius had been sidelined due to intrigues in the imperial court, so he could not oppose him. The only authority that remained in Rome, even if only on a moral level, was Bishop Leo. Armed with his faith and a few bags of gold, he decided to face Attila and negotiate a peace. He met him on the banks of the river Mincio. The Huns, decimated by the plague, decided to accept the gold and withdraw into the heart of their empire, the Tisza plains. Attila died the following year in Pannonia, and the Huns, attacked on all sides by the Romans and the barbarian hordes of their former allies, decided to return to Asia.

While in Patavia our little Helvius grew, several emperors succeeded one after the other to the imperial throne. The Roman Empire of the West was collapsing. On the throne sat Valentinianus III, who was assassinated in 1208. Having no heirs, Petronius Maximus was chosen as emperor, he married the widow of Valentinianus, but in the same year Genseric, head of the Vandals, launched an assault on Rome. Petronius Maximus, tried to save himself by abandoning Rome to its fate, but he was captured and stoned by the angry plebs after only seventy-one days of reign. Genseric conquered Rome, sacked it and stripped it of its last riches.

A few weeks later in Toulouse the Goths, allied with the Romans, proclaimed emperor Avitus, a lieutenant of General Aetius. The emperor sent his legions under the command of Ricimer, a Suebe nephew of the Visigoth King Wallia, against Genseric who was defeated in a naval battle. But after the victory, Ricimer deposed Avitus and placed the valiant Roman officer Julius Valerius Majoranus on the throne.

At this point Helvius was almost eight years old. He was a smart and good looking boy.

One time he happened to see a man fussing over Lulla. At first he thought that he was attacking her, he was seized by fear and hid in a corner... He heard groans, grunts, moans and closed his eyes, pressing his fists against them, thinking terrified that the man was killing the woman who had been his stepmother.

But after a few minutes he heard Lulla's voice: "Hey, Helvius, what are you doing there? What happened to you?"

The boy opened his eyes and saw the woman, unharmed, smiling. He stood up slowly, amazed and happy: "Lulla, didn't that man hurt you? Has he gone?"

"Hurt me? No... Why? What are you saying? Of course he's gone..."

"But then... why was he on top of you all stirred up and groaning?"

The woman laughed, "Hey, chaffer! He was just fucking me!"

"But you complained... and he looked like a beast and grunted..."

Lulla laughed again: "He was enjoying putting his stake inside me and I pretended to enjoy it, because customers like to hear my moans and they give me more money then they come back!"

"He gave you money... to do that thing? Did he not hurt you?"

"Eh, you're still small. When you too will be grown up, you will see that you will like to put your pea into a woman to take your pleasure." Lulla answered touching his small penis lightly and tenderly.

"And it's nice... fucking?"

"For the man, always. For the woman... it depends on the man, sometimes it is and sometimes not."

"And did you like that man?"

"I liked his coins, honey! How do you think we have enough to eat and live?"

So Helvius discovered sex, at least as a spectator. Sometimes he hid himself to see what and how Lulla did things with her clients and the various arts that the woman used to give pleasure to men. He was excited to see some of those men with solid and manly bodies, well proportioned... and with the on set of puberty he began to have pleasant erections, which he caressed whilst continuing to spy on the erotic gymnastics of Lulla's clients... until one day he was able to ejaculate, feeling a stronger pleasure than usual.

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In 1212, during the reign of Majoranus, a son was born to General Orestes, an ex-«notarius» (secretary) of Attila the Hun, who had married a Roman patrician.

This child was given the name Flavius Romulus and he is the second protagonist of our history. In 1214 Majoranus was assassinated by Ricimer who placed the puppet emperor Libius Severus on the throne. This emperor also had a short life. In 1218 Ricimer, as was his habit, fearing the emperor was getting out of his hands, had him murdered. For two years nobody occupied the throne of the West.

Meanwhile Helvius was fourteen years old and earned some money by working for the neighbourhood shopkeepers. Despite his rough life, he had become a handsome, lively, cheerful and intelligent boy, so Mergus, his father, suddenly became interested in him again. He took him away from Lulla and decided to «educate» him in person. In fact, he knew that more than a few patricians and wealthy citizens felt a particular fondness for handsome boys. This gave him a «brilliant» idea.

"Helvius, you and I must work together, to become rich."

"And how, Dad? Stealing here and there like you do?" the boy addressed him with irony. "Imagine how rich we will get together!"

Mergus gave him a cuff on the head: "No, stupid! By trading in the market! "

"The market? What would you sell, you have nothing... and to whom?" he exclaimed, wondering if Mergus was going nuts.

The man smirked: "The goods my boy... are you, and the buyers will be certain rich men I know..."

"Me? What do you mean? You don't want to sell me as a slave?"

"Of course not! Not really, at least... Some men like to fuck a nice boy's ass or mouth and they are willing to pay well, especially for a handsome boy like you!"

Helvius understood: "You mean... I am to satisfy these men you know... like Lulla does?" he was a little surprised: he had never thought such a thing was possible.

"Exactly, just a little differently..." his father told him.

"How exactly?" the boy frowned.

"See... I have never been able to set foot in the houses of these rich people... where it would be possible to grab some good booty. But if I sell you to one of those men for a few days, or maybe a month, let's say... they'll keep you at home to fuck you as they like... and you can sneak something out and pass it to me in secret... In addition to the money they pay to fuck you, of course, and we earn a lot of coins."

"And I should let myself be fucked like Lulla to make you rich? I might as well do it alone. Why should you earn any money if I have to do all the work?"

"Because I know who and how to contact, idiot. Because I'll teach you how to steal the stuff without getting caught. Because I know to whom to sell the stolen goods. And then because I'm your father!"

"Getting fucked hasn't made Lulla rich. I don't think it's a good idea."

"Of course, she's just one of hundreds of street prostitutes... I will make of you something special... which requires a special price. To start with, from now on you have to eat better, to build yourself up a bit... "

"I like this."

"Then you have to go to the thermae and to the gymnasium, to be clean and become strong."

"Not bad..."

"And you have to be dressed well, perfumed... not too much, though, not like a cheap whore..."

"Dress well? Why not?" the boy commented thoughtfully.

"All this will cost me all my savings, but... then we can really get rich... And while I prepare you, I will explain to you how and what to steal so that they do not discover you..."

Thus began the new «education» of Helvius. Within a few months the small beggar from the slums turned into a handsome and elegant boy. It was a hard training: he had to learn how to speak properly, how to move, how to feign shyness, pleasure, how to be seductive... how to evaluate objects to steal and how to make them disappear... plus long workouts at the gymnasium... the only pleasant aspect was that now he ate well, had beautiful clothes, and could relax in the thermae.

Mergus applied himself to the education of his son with commitment. He did not lose sight of him for a moment, guided him, corrected, spurred, scolded, praised him... Until he felt that Helvius was ready.

Then, wearing his best clothes, poor but dignified and clean, Mergus went to the forum and approached the rich grain merchant Aulus Pleminius Carbo. A man in his forties, slightly fat and bald, with foxy eyes and affable ways.

"Noble Aulus Pleminius Carbo..." he said in a low voice, looking at him mischievously, "I know you're looking for a rare, precious commodity... that I can supply to you..."

"What do you want, man? You deliver goods to me? What is it, are you a farmer? Do you have corn to sell me? "

"No, noble Pleminius Carbo... I am talking about a precious and rare commodity..."

"Do you want to sell me a ring that maybe you stole somewhere?" the merchant asked, looking at him suspiciously.

"No, no... I have a kid..."

"My servants go to the butcher, for that."

"... docile, beautiful... and above all..." he added, lowering his voice and accentuating the mischievous smile, "... still a virgin."

The merchant understood what the man was offering him: "A kid, you say... how old is he?"

"Just fifteen years old..."

"Docile, did you say?"

"He's beautiful, a real Ganymede... and still a virgin..." Mergus insisted.

"And how much would it cost me, for one night? If I were interested..."

"This boy of mine does not sleep in different beds every night... he does not walk the streets to be shared with the first passerby..."

"What do you mean?" the man asked a little uncertain.

"He is a precious and rare commodity, as I told you... to be enjoyed well, for a long time... calmly... Let's say for... half a month... or a whole month..."

The merchant, unconsciously, licked his lips: "And where... do you expose your goods, my man?"

"If you want to have the pleasure of coming with me to the thermae... you will have the chance to evaluate how much I'm offering you..."

The merchant followed the man, and witnessed Helvius quietly bathing, a sweet and timid expression on his beautiful adolescent face, a body as beautiful as Eros', well-formed, hairless... He agreed the price with Mergus... and Helvius docilely followed the merchant to his opulent house.

Pleminius led him quickly into a small cubicle where there was only one bed with a straw mattress, ordering the servants not to be disturbed. He stretched out on the bed, still dressed, and ordered the boy to stand beside him and undress. Pretending a certain reluctance, Helvius slowly undressed... The man's eyes lit up with lust. He caressed the boy's small pert buttocks, sliding a finger in between and allowing it to rest at that secret entrance, which he tested, getting excited.

"Is it your first time, boy?"

"Yes, master..." Helvius answered softly.

The man uncovered his own genitals: "Do you like it, boy?" he asked, caressing his strong erection.

Helvius thought that luckily for his sake the man's penis was not the biggest: many of Lulla's clients were much better endowed. Coyly, he reached out and closed his hand around the man's hard pole: "Yes... it's beautiful... strong..."

"And soon I'll put it all in your ass..."

"You will not hurt me, master, will you? I've never been... I... I mean I haven't done that."

"I will use an ointment, don't worry... But... have you ever taken one into your beautiful pink mouth?"

"Sometimes... but only with two or three friends..."

"Show me how you did it with them..."

Helvius had never actually done it, but had seen several times what Lulla did with her clients, so he bent over the man's lap and began to give him pleasure with his tongue, lips, mouth...

"Yes... good... like that, boy..." the man sighed, relaxing happily.

After a while he made him stop, he got up and took off his clothes, took a small blue-glass amphora containing an ointment, had the boy go down on all fours on the bed, lubricated the pink, inviolate hole, admiring it with pleasure and excitement, and spread a little on his hard male member, he leaned against the boy and began to push.

As Mergus had instructed him to do, Helvius relaxed and prepared himself for the assault... he felt the merchant's rod begin to penetrate him.

He was not happy, but did as he had been instructed, in a low, warm voice, feigning a strong pleasure, he murmured: "Oh, yes... how good... oh... oh... how good..."

The man smiled satisfied: he had paid well for the privilege of deflowering this handsome boy... He slid himself in slowly, enjoying the tight, warm channel that was engulfing his manly member.

"Oh, master... please... please..." Helvius moaned, moving his little ass slightly, skilfully masking the strong annoyance he was feeling, while the man burried his rod all the way.

The merchant began to thrust inside him with mounting pleasure, until finally he reached his climax, pumping into the boy with loud groans.

Satiated he stood up, gave the boy a little pat and dressed, telling the boy to get dressed.

"Great, boy! I loved it! I have paid for your services for the next fifteen days, you will sleep here, where I will come to fuck you whenever I am so inclined. What's your name?"

"Helvius, master... And what will I have to do during the day?"

"You will serve me and my guests at the table... you will help the servants to clean the house... but above all you will be ready to come back here every time I call you."

"As you command, master..." Helvius said submissively.

So the boy went around the house, bustling with the other servants and assessing what, when and how to steal the objects that he could occasionally give to Mergus, employing various stratagems. Sometimes at night the master entered his cubicle where he would fuck the boy, sometimes he even called him during the day.

When he heard the master's voice call "Helvius!" the boy left everything he was doing, ran to his cubicle, undressed, lubricated his arsehole and lay on the pallet, ready to get penetrated, always pretending a strong pleasure even though he still did not feel it.

The fifteen days passed and Mergus went to pick up his son. The merchant wanted to pay him for another fifteen days, but Mergus told him, shamming displeasure, that he had already promised the boy to another man, and took him away.

After they had left, he told him: "Not bad, not bad, Helvius. You have stolen good things, which I have already sold."

"Half of it is for me, you promised me!"

"Yes sure."

"Who have you sold me to this time?"

"No one else, but I already have another client in mind, the centurion Mamercus Laelius."

"But why not leave me there and get more money from Carbo?"

"No, for two good reasons: one, so that you become more precious, more desired, and two, that if he realises that something is missing at home, you are no longer there... Stealing too much can become dangerous... Moderation is a virtue." the man pronounced.

"Its not a virtue getting fucked nor much fun..." the boy observed.

"Work is never fun, Helvius."

"Lulla... liked it with some of her customers..."

"And maybe you too will like someone, who knows. Did he hurt you?"

"No, not hurt... It was just a bit annoying..."

"You have to learn how to make them come soon, so the annoyance becomes less..."

Mergus brought him home, showed him the coins he had earned and divided them in half with his son. Helvius immediately went and deposited his part in a secure hiding place he had been able to prepare before: outside the city walls, climbing up an old tree, there was a natural hollow. He had put there the bottom of an amphora and covered everything with clods of earth and moss, so that even if another brat by chance had climbed up there, he could not have imagined that there was a hollow containing his little treasure.

CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 2


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