Aemilius the Roman (the story so far...)

Chapter 1

Aemilius sat on top of the hill, plucking the spiky blades of grass that grew around him as he stared vacantly out across the valley. 

It was a warm sunny day - the heat shimmered off the grassy fields below. He took a drink of water from the pouch he carried with him. He was waiting. He was waiting for the return of his master.

Aemilius was a slave of the Claudia family – one of the most prominent and powerful patrician families in the Republic of Rome. His master was Appius Claudius Caudex. Appius was only a few years older than Aemilius but was already seen as having a promising military career.

A cloud of dust appeared on the horizon. Aemilius stood up and peered hopefully into the distance, he saw a lone horseman, his face lit up with a smile – it was Appius, it was his master.

“What are you doing out here, Aemilius?” smiled Appius, pulling his horse to a stop in front of his slave boy.

“Waiting for you, master...” grinned Aemilius. “What news from your grandfather?”

“What makes you think I have news?” teased Appius.

“Well, your grandfather would not have called you to him unless he had something important to tell you…” replied Aemilius. “Also, you look excited - like you have a secret that you can’t keep inside you.”

“I’ve always said that you were too clever for me...” grinned Appius. 

Appius held his hand out to Aemilius and helped to pull him up onto the horse so that Aemilius was sitting behind him.

“Ride with me…” instructed Appius, as Aemilius happily wrapped his arms around the waist of his master. “I’ll fill you in on all the news as we go.”

In the year 289 BC, Agathocles, the King of Sicily died. He had been known as The Tyrant of Syracuse. His large army primarily consisted of mercenaries from across the region. Upon his death, the army was disbanded - leaving many of the mercenaries idle in Sicily.

A small band of mercenaries from Campania took up residence in the walled town of Messana. Although it wasn’t a large town, Messana held a strategic location on the north-eastern tip of Sicily - overseeing the strait between Sicily and the Italian mainland.

While the presence of the mercenaries was initially accepted by the people of Messana, the mercenaries ultimately betrayed them – killing most of the men and taking the women as slaves. The mercenaries claimed Messana as their own and declared themselves Mamertines – The sons of Mars, the god of war. 

The Mamertines were essentially pirates. They held the town of Messana unopposed for over twenty years. During that time, the town deteriorated from being a bustling farming and trading hub to being a base from which the Mamertines launched raids on nearby settlements and passing ships - looting goods and valuables, and selling captives into slavery.

Growing tired of the increasing aggression and brutality of the Mamertines, the regional governors began searching for a solution. In the year 265 BC, Hiero of Syracuse attempted to liberate Messana from the Mamertines. However, the Mamertines received support from a nearby fleet of the powerful empire of Carthage - repelling Hiero’s assault.

However, having sought the support of Carthage, that alliance soon became a double-edged sword for the Mamertines. It became apparent that Carthage had designs on taking control of Messana as part of a larger plan to exert its influence in the area. Having been outwitted by the Carthaginians, the Mamertines appealed to the Republic of Rome for support.

Although the senators of Rome had little sympathy for the pirates of Messana, the growing power of Carthage alarmed them all. Rome agreed to enter into an alliance with the Mamertines - ostensibly to secure Messana but primarily to block the ambitions of Carthage to exert its empire’s control across the Mediterranean.

“So, that is why we are going to Messana!” declared Appius, as he relayed to Aemilius all of his news from the meeting with his grandfather.

“Wait - I missed a bit…” said Aemilius. “Why does all of that mean that we are going to Messana?”

“Because my grandfather has arranged for me to be appointed to lead the Roman forces that are to sail to Messana and establish a garrison there!” declared Appius proudly. "It is a great honour!"

“Am I to come with you?” asked Aemilius.

“Of course you’re to come with me!” laughed Appius, rolling his eyes. “You’re my boy-slave – wherever I’m going, you have to follow!”

“Good...” smiled Aemilius.

Aemilus wrapped his arms around Appius’s body and pressing his chest against the powerful back of his master as they rode the horse back to the villa. Aemilus felt almost intoxicated as he inhaled the heady combination of sweat and dust that had built up on Appius from riding on a hot day.

Back at the villa, Aemilius prepared a bath for his master, helping him to undress before entering the water.

“Come, Aemilius...” beckoned Appius. “You know I can’t wash myself.” 

Aemilius stepped out of his simple robe and joined Appius in the bath, gently sliding a cloth across his master's body to remove the dust and sweat of the day.

Aemilius had belonged to Appius since they were both children. Aemilius knew nothing else - he didn’t want to know anything else - he felt safe with Appius, he felt at home.

While only a few years older, Appius was by far the bigger and stronger of the two – his large, muscular shoulders and broad chest developed through his many years of military training. In comparison, Aemilius was of smaller build, his smooth dark skin contrasting with the olive tan of Appius. 

Appius ran his hands down the body of Aemilius, enjoying the smoothness beneath his touch. Kneading his body-slaves ass, Aemilius began to focus his fingers onto the fuck-hole of Appius - teasing and toying with his slave while Aemilius continued to wash his body.

“Ungh…” moaned Aemilius, as Appius pushed a finger inside him.

Appius lifted Aemilius out of the water and positioned him on the side of the bath, grabbing some of the bath oil that stood nearby.

Appius poured oil into the palm of his hand and smeared it onto Aemilius's smooth and tight boy-cunt - pushing the oil in and around Aemilius's fuck-hole. 

Appius poured more oil into his hand, smeared it over the head of his hard cock and then lined himself up against Aemilius's ass.

“Ungh…” grunted Aemilius as Appius pushed inside.

"This is how we're going to fuck the Carthaginians..." growled Appius, driving his hips forward. "Deep and hard. We're going to fuck them like the whores that they are. Want me to show you how we're going to do it?"

"Uh huh..." nodded Aemilius, willing to agree to anything that his master wanted.

The momentum and intensity of Appius's fucking continued to increase - he was pounding his cock into Aemilius, his balls slapping against his slave-boy's ass with every thrust.

Aemilius looked up into Appius’s clear blue eyes. This man was a god to him. He was excited that they would be going on an adventure together – excited that he would get to be by Appius’s side as they faced whatever lay waiting for them beyond the walls of this villa, beyond the walls of this estate. 

“Fuck…” grunted Appius. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Ungh! Fuck!"

Appius buried his cock as deep as possible into Aemilius’s ass as the cum began to shoot, flooding Aemilius’s stretched cunt. 

“This is why you’re coming with me to Messana...” grinned Appius, continuing to slide his cock in and out of Aemilius's cum-sloppy fuck-hole. “I would miss fucking you too much if I had to leave you behind.”

“I belong to you...” said Aemilius. "I will follow you anywhere you go."

Chapter 2

"You are sending your grandson to Messana?" asked Senator Seneca, holding his goblet out to be refilled by the boy-slave.

"Yes..." confirmed Lucius Caudex. "Appius is hungry to prove himself - he's determined to honour the memory of his father. This will be a good test for him."

"You have had to be both grandfather and father to the lad..." observed Seneca. "You have raised him well."

"I have done my best..." shrugged Lucius. "He is young and headstrong but he will bring honour to our family - of that, I am sure."

"A toast to your grandson!" declared Seneca, raising his goblet.

"Honour and glory to young Appius Claudius Caudex!" responded Lucius, drinking deeply.

"I wonder if I could perhaps ask a favour of you?" said Seneca, setting his goblet down on a table near the lounge upon which he was reclining.

"We have been friends for too long for you to be so polite..." smiled Lucius. "Tell me, what favour do you seek? If it is within my power, I will grant it."

"My son, Cato - I wonder if he could join the expedition that Appius leads to Messana?" asked Seneca. "He has some military training but there's been little opportunity to test his manhood."

"He is too young to be sent into a hostile situation, is he not?" asked Lucius.

"Perhaps..." acknowledged Seneca. "But I worry that if he stays here, he may be led astray or perhaps corrupted by the vices of our time."

"What vices do you speak of?" asked Lucius.

"As you know, he is an attractive boy..." said Seneca. "Too young to grow a beard, which makes him a source of temptation."

"Whom is he tempting?" asked Lucius.

"Any man who lays eyes on him, apparently..." sighed Seneca. "I've had to assign additional servants to help ward off unwanted suitors any time that he leaves the villa."

"Sending off on a military expedition is unlikely to be the solutions that you're seeking..." laughed Lucius. "If there's one thing that my time with the legions has taught me is that soldiers fuck first and think second. I boy like young Cato will be passed around like a loaf of bread."

"I suppose you're right..." sighed Seneca. "So what do you suggest that I do? I can't keep him locked in the villa until his beard starts to grow!"

"Perhaps you just need to find the right suitor?" suggested Lucius. "Follow the example of the island of Crete - their traditions honoured Zeus, you could honour Jove in the same way?"

"I'm not sure that I follow you..." said Seneca.

"Choose a suitor for Cato that creates a useful alliance for you..." explained Lucius. "The boy will be mentored and given guidance, and the reputation and fortunes of your house will be strengthened."

"What does the suitor get out of the alliance?" asked Seneca.

"Well, he gets your boy..." winked Lucius. "There is a lot of pleasure to be had in training a young lad like your Cato."

"Intellectual satisfaction?" asked Seneca.

"Yes, intellectual satisfaction through the passing on of knowledge and experience..." nodded Lucius. "But also the physical pleasure of enjoying the body of a young boy - teaching him what a man's cock feels like, what a man's cock tastes like. Teaching him how to pleasure a man. Especially when the lad is a peach such as your son, Cato. I'm impressed by your self-restraint - I'm not sure that I would have been able to keep my hands off him!"

"I'll admit, the thought has frequently crossed my mind..." his cock becoming increasingly aroused as he listened to Lucius explaining the traditions of Crete. "Now that we're talking about it, and as you seem to have some experience in these matters, I wonder perhaps would you be willing to mentor my son?"

"I would be honoured, my friend..." beamed Lucius, adjusting his thick cock beneath his robes. "I am honoured to accept your most generous suggestion."

Chapter 3

Appius was given command of a force of two legions to take to Messana in support of the Mamertines.

“Why are we supporting the pirates?” asked Aemilius, helping Appius finalise preparations for the voyage to Sicily.

“It might look like we’re supporting the pirates…” agreed Appius. “But what we’re really doing is preventing the Carthaginians from taking control of a fairly strategic position.”

The short voyage was uneventful, and Appius and his legions landed in Messana unopposed. 

With the Roman garrison established, Appius first marched south in a show of force against the Syracuse. The Syracuse immediately surrendered to Appius, signing a treaty that pledged that they were an ally and a dependency of Rome. However, the main threat remained Carthage. 

There were rumours that Carthage was preparing to send its army to Sicily to expel the Roman forces - determined, once and for all, to stamp its authority on the island.

The empire of Carthage had emerged from what began as a small Phoenician settlement on the Gulf of Tunis in North Africa. As a major hub of trade, the influence and control of Carthage extended across the western Mediterranean. 

Buoyed by its economic success and the reliance on shipping for the bulk of its trading enterprises, Carthage created a powerful navy to protect its coastal settlements and trading routes. Sicily was an important strategic location for anyone wanting to control the Mediterranean, and Carthage was determined that nothing was going to stand in its way. 

If Messana fell to Carthage, this would give the Carthaginians control of the narrow strait of water between Sicily and the Italian mainland.

Aemilius was serving food and wine to Appius and his senior officers. Appius had assembled his officers to review their preparations and finalise their plans on how to defend against the expected attack from Carthage.

“Well, Marcus – what do we know?” asked Appius, turning to Marcus Atilius Regulus.

One of the Legion Legates under the command of Appius, Marcus was an experienced campaigner and a trusted advisor.

“Well, sir, we are hearing a lot of rumours…” began Marcus. “It’s hard to know what’s fact and what’s fiction. Carthage certainly seems to have been building up its army, recruiting mercenaries from across the Mediterranean – the Ligurians, the Iberians, even the Celts.”

“What sort of numbers are we talking?” asked Appius.

“It could be anything as much as fifty thousand infantry, six thousand cavalry, and sixty elephants...” replied Marcus. “It’s a sizable force.

“I’m assuming that they would use their navy to transport their forces here?” suggested Appius. “We should expect an attack from the sea?”

“That is their normal approach, sir…” confirmed Marchus.

“With two legions, we have twelve thousand men…” calculated Appius. “With the sort of numbers that you’re talking about, the Carthaginians will easily overrun us. How do we defend against that?”

“The key cities on this island are fortified...” explained Marcus, pointing out the cities marked on the map that was spread out on the table before them. “If we can hold these defensive positions, then we have some chance of withstanding their attacks.”

“Well – it’s a strategy...” nodded Appius. “By the sound of things, it’s the best strategy that we have. We’ll mobilise the legions tomorrow. What do you say to that, young Aemilius?”

Aemilius was surprised to suddenly have the room’s attention drawn to him. Appius clearly didn’t expect him to answer, slaves didn’t speak in serious company such as this. Appius laughed and wrapped his arms around Aemilius drawing the young boy into his lap.

“Come now, Aemilius...” grinned Appius. “I think it’s time that you entertained our guests – they have been admiring you all night!” 

Aemilius felt a little self-conscious at suddenly being the centre of attention. Appius undid his slave’s robe, letting it fall to the floor, so that Aemilius was sitting before them all naked.

“My men have been complaining that the Mamertines have ruined all the whores here in Messana…” explained Appius. “I told them that they would have no need of whores once they’d felt your skilled mouth upon their cocks, and once they had had the pleasure of fucking your tight ass.”

Aemilius squirmed and wiggled in Appius’s lap as Appius teased and toyed with his nipples, his cock quickly growing to hardness as he became excited at being offered to service the room full of masculine and muscular soldiers. 

“Start with Marcus there…” encouraged Appius. “His cock isn’t so big, but he cums like a volcano!”

“I’ll show you how big my cock is!” laughed Marcus, pulling his hardening cock free. “As big as any man in this room!” 

There was loud laughter and boisterous jokes from the other officers looking on, many also pulling their cocks out to compare size with Marcus. 

Aemilius crawled on his knees to position himself between the thick thighs of Marcus. Aemilius began to service the hefty thick cock that Marcus was proudly presenting to him, happy to be sucking a meaty cock, happy to be serving Appius in whatever way that he wanted, happy to be a Roman slave.

Aemilius reached out and took hold of Marcus’s cock - it instantly began to respond, growing and hardening at the touch of the slave boy. Aemilius brought his mouth to the cock and gently took the head of Marcus’s cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the cock-head, getting it wet as he began to bob his head up and down.

“That’s it, slave…” encouraged Marcus. “Suck that cock!”

“How’s that mouth on your cock, Marcus?” asked Appius.

“You have clearly trained him well, Appius!” grinned Marcus. “You spoke the truth – he has a talented mouth indeed!”

“Well don’t hog the boy...” teased Appius. “Either blow your load or share him around – there are a lot of hard cocks in this room!”

Marcus reluctantly withdrew his hard cock from Aemilius’s mouth, giving the slave boy a chance to come up for air.

“I’m not ready to shoot my load just yet…” grinned Marcus, as another of Appius’s officers eagerly thrust his cock down Aemilus’s throat. “Is his ass available?”

“Of course!” beamed Appius. “I need my officers to be satisfied - Aemilius is here to serve.” 

Appius handed Marcus a pitcher of oil and Marcus poured some into the palm of his hand and smeared it over his hard cock. 

Appius took the oil and poured some onto Aemilius’s smooth boy-hole – using his fingers to massage it into Aemilius’s boy-cunt, getting it loose and ready for Marcus to fuck.

“I need to take care of my favourite slave boy...” winked Appius, as he took hold of Marcus’s oil-slick cock and guided it towards Aemilius’s greased-up boy-hole, watching closely as it slowly slid inside.

Marcus began to thrust his cock in and out of Aemilius’s fuck-hole, slamming it in and out, using his hips to create a rocking momentum - pulling his cock almost all the way out before slamming it all the way back in, feeling his heavy balls slapping against Aemilius’s ass again and again and again.

“Fuck…” grunted Marcus. “Such a sweet fucking hole! Wet boy-cunt - milking my cock! Going to get my load now. Fuck! Fuck! Here it comes! Ungh! Ungh! Fuck!”

Marcus thrust his cock as far as possible into Aemilius’s ass as the cum flooded from his cock.

“Good job, Marcus...” laughed Appius, slapping Marcus on the back. “Looks like you needed that! Right – who’s next for a piece of slave boy ass?” 

There was no shortage of volunteers, and by the end of the night Aemilius’s mouth and ass had been thoroughly used by all of the horned-up officers. Appius seemed to take great delight in whoring his slave out to his comrades, he seemed proud that Aemilius was desired by all, that he was able to provide such obvious pleasure to men well-accustomed to using a boy-whore to satisfy their needs.

Aemilius lost count of the number of loads of cum that flooded his gaping cunt. He had lost track of time. He had lost himself in the sexual frenzy that had consumed them all.

Once the men had had all left, Aemilius cleaned himself up and climbed into bed beside Appius.

“I was proud of you tonight, little man...” whispered Appius, as Aemilius snuggled in against him. “Did you enjoy servicing my officers?”

“Uh huh...” nodded Aemilius. “I liked it. I liked being the centre of attention - so many cocks!”

“I thought you might like that...” grinned Appius. “I think there will be plenty more opportunities for you to be of service to my men.”

Chapter 4

The next morning Appius and his men began to implement their plan to fortify their positions within the key defensive towns surrounding the walled city of Messana. 

Under the control of the Mamertines, the walls of Messana had fallen into disrepair - Aemilius tasked Marcus with organising the Mamertines and their slaves into work groups to repair the walls. 

Predictably, the Mamertines did not appreciate being told what to do by the Roman garrison. Their leader, Pericles, demanded a meeting with Appius. Appius received the Mamertine leader in his official quarters. The Roman garrison had commandeered the town’s main buildings on their arrival.

“It is not acceptable!” blustered Pericles. “We are not your conquered people that you can order around at whim – we invited you here as our guests, for our mutual protection!”

“I absolutely agree with you...” nodded Appius. “But the Empire of Carthage has set sail with a sizable army, determined to wipe us all from the face of this island. Our only chance of survival is to make our defences as strong as possible. Surely, you appreciate that it is in all of our interests to avoid a defeat by the Carthaginians? We can use our military expertise to ensure that the defences of Messana are secure, but we need your slaves in order to get the work done.”

“But you are asking me to give you possession of our slaves!” protested Pericles.

“I am merely asking to borrow them until the walls have been repaired...” explained Appius. “Would that be acceptable to you?”

“Well, if that is what is required in order to keep Carthage from our door, then I guess I have no choice...” grumbled Pericles.

Satisfied that they had reached an agreement on the way forward, Appius signalled to Aemilius to pour some wine for their guest.

“You know, I have some slave girls that you can have if you want some assistance with your household?” offered Pericles, taking the goblet of wine offered to him by Aemilius.

“Thank you, but my needs are very simple...” smiled Appius. “Young Aemilius here is all that I need.”

“What about some whores?” offered Percles. “I could send you some whores?”

“I’ve seen the standard of your whores!” laughed Appius. “I think I would prefer to fuck my horse!”

“It is true that we sell the best whores that we capture...” shrugged Pericles. “There is always demand for good whores along these coasts. I could fetch a fine price for this boy, if you’re willing to part with him?”

“Aemilius is not for sale…” said Appius firmly.

“Well, I will keep an eye out for anything that I think might take your fancy…” smiled Pericles. “It’s the least that I can do for the garrison commander of our honoured guests.”

“Focus your attention on the defences of Messana...” cautioned Appius. “The armies of Carthage are coming.”

Chapter 5

Imprisoned in the dungeons of Hiero of Carthage, Appius assumed that he would be killed at any moment. However, Hiero liked to be amused by his prisoners, and he seemed to take a particular liking to Appius.

On his first night in the dungeons, Appius had just finished eating the small meal of bread and water that they had been given for dinner. Suddenly, the jailer dragged Appius out and up the stairs. Expecting instant death, Appius had been surprised when he was dragged into the chambers of Hiero.

“Ah, yes - I thought this one looked interesting…” acknowledged Hiero, entering the chamber - his white robes flowing regally behind him as he walked. 

Appius was on his knees before Hiero, his body secured by chains. Even in chains, Appius was a striking looking man – his blond, curly hair and blue eyes a stark contrast to the more swarthy complexions of the men of Carthage. 

The thin tunic that Appius had been left wearing was ripped and dirty from the struggles of their defeat and capture. Appius met Hiero’s appraising gaze, his eyes full of fire and defiance, ready to meet his death with honour.

“Have him bathed…” instructed Hiero. “He smells of the battlefield.”

It was an unexpected gesture from the ruler of Carthage. Appius was becoming unsure of Hiero’s intentions, he felt confused and uncertain, but there seemed to be some hope that he would not be killed immediately. 

Appius submitted himself to being stripped naked and bathed by Hiero’s slaves. It felt good to be able to discard his soiled tunic - after the humiliation of defeat and capture, it was a small luxury to once again feel clean. He sighed with pleasure as he lowered his body into the warm water and the slaves sponged the grime from his body.

“Have you managed to scrub him clean?” asked Hiero, his attention returning to Appius. “Get him out of the water - let me see him.” 

It had been a long time since Appius had been afforded the luxury of a bath. It was with some disappointment that he realised that his brief moment of luxury was over.

Hiero’s guards were on alert with their weapons drawn as Appius stepped out of the bath and stood naked in front of his captor. 

Hiero watched with interest as his slaves dried the water from Appius’s body before applying scented oils to his skin.

“Look at the fire in your eyes…” smiled Hiero, stepping closer to Appius, running the back of his hand gently across his prisoner’s cheek. “I’m going to enjoy training you, breaking you, making you mine. What’s your name? What do they call you?”

“I am Appius…” replied Appius, his voice strong and defiant. “Appius Claudius Caudex of the Claudia family of Rome.”

“Appius…” repeated Hiero. “Well, you may have once belonged to the Claudia family of Rome, but now you belong to me.”

Appius was escorted away by Hiero’s personal guards – not back to the dungeon, but to new quarters within Hiero’s palace. 

Responding to the heavy knock of the guards, the door was opened by the master of Hiero’s harem of pleasure boys.

“A new recruit?” asked the master, appraising the naked Appius - freshly bathed and oiled.

“His Excellency said that you were to help train him…” replied one of the guards gruffly.

“Very well then…” nodded the master. “As His Excellency wishes - it will indeed be a pleasure.”

Pushed forward by the guards, Appius followed the master into the quarters occupied by the harem.

“Your name?” asked the master.

“Appius…” replied Appius.

“I gather that you’re an important Roman soldier, captured in battle?” asked the master. “I imagine that this is all going to be quite new to you?”

“I’ve been enslaved by the Empire of Carthage…” shrugged Appius, “But I don’t understand what is required of me.”

“I am the master of His Excellency’s harem of pleasure boys…” explained the master. “His Excellency has very healthy appetites - my job is to ensure that we are always able to satisfy him.”

“But I am no pleasure boy…” replied Appius.

“No, I can see that…” acknowledged the master. “However, His Excellency does enjoy quite a bit of variety in his entertainments. I can imagine that we’ll find plenty of opportunities to develop your talents.”

As Appius followed the master through his new home, he was impressed by the luxury and opulence of his surroundings. He was also acutely aware of being observed and appraised by the numerous boys and young men lounging and relaxing within the quarters of the harem.

“This is where you’ll sleep…” instructed the master, gesturing towards one of the sleeping areas. “The doors are guarded at all times - if you try to escape, you will be killed immediately.”

Appius surveyed his surroundings, trying to absorb the strange twists of fate that had brought him to this point, wondering what might lay ahead for him as he served at Hiero’s pleasure, wondering if there was any chance of escape and to return to his former life as a soldier of Rome.

“Right, the first job is to get your nipples pierced…” declared the master.

“My nipples?” repeated Appius. “Pierced?”

“Yes…” nodded the master. “Look around you - all the boys have their nipples pierced. It symbolises that you belong to the harem. The lucky ones have their cocks pierced too, but today we’re just piercing your nipples.”

“Does it hurt?” asked Appius.

“A little, at first…” smiled the master. “But you’re a soldier, you’re used to the scars of battle, you’re used to pain - this is nothing.”

The master guided Appius over to one of the fires where a servant had prepared the necessary equipment.

“Bite on this…” instructed the master, handing Appius a tough leather strap. 

Appius bit into the old piece of leather and watched closely as the servant heated up a large needle to sterilise it. 

Once satisfied that his tools were ready, the master took the needle and swiftly and expertly pierced a hole in each of Appius’s nipples - securing a large silver ring in each of them.

“Fuck!” exclaimed Appius, eventually releasing his bite on the leather. “That definitely hurt!”

“Stop complaining…” dismissed the master. “They will heal quickly. Very good, now you look like one of us.”

“Will I be given any clothing to wear?” asked Appius.

“Why would you need clothing?” asked the master. “We’ll dress you if the occasion requires it. Now, get some rest, we’ll begin your training tomorrow.”

Chapter 6

The next morning, Appius was woken early with the rest of the residents of Hiero’s pleasure boy harem. A loud bell summoning them from their beds. 

Appius joined the boys and young men of the harem for their morning meal – a sumptuous feast of fruits, cereals, and freshly baked pastries. 

Observing his breakfast companions, it was clear to Appius that all of the boys and young men of the harem were of a similar age, a good deal younger than he was. Appius assumed that they had all been captured and enslaved at some point as part of the military campaigns by the Empire of Carthage.

Once the morning meal had been finished, the master instructed Appius to quickly bathe and be ready to be summoned by Hiero.

“Today, you are a barbarian warrior…” announced the master, calling some of the other boys over to help oil Appius’s body and prepare him for Hiero. “How are your nipples?”

“Still a little tender…” replied Appius.

“Not to worry, they won’t be tested today…” nodded the master. 

The master supervised the boys dressing Appius - leather wristbands and armbands, leather sandals, and a small loin-cloth completed his barbarian warrior appearance.

“Why a barbarian warrior?” asked Appius.

“It’s part of your training…” shrugged the master. “You have been enslaved following a defeat in battle. Today, we will explore that part of your identity, that fantasy. We will be exploring other sides to you in the days to come.”

Accompanied by the household guards, Appius followed the master to Hiero’s quarters.

“Very good…” nodded Hiero, watching Appius and the master approach. “Very good. You have done well, master, he makes a perfect barbarian warrior. You may begin.”

“Pay attention, Appius…” instructed the master. “For today’s training, we will be exploring your life as part of the Roman army, and celebrating your strength and masculinity. You must do exactly as I say. Is that clear?”

“Yes, master…” nodded Appius. 

The master reached down and removed the loincloth that Appius was wearing, leaving the barbarian warrior standing naked before Hiero.

“When you are travelling with the Roman army, marching towards battle, how do you satisfy your sexual needs?” asked the master.

“I am used to jacking my own cock…” shrugged Appius. 

“Show me…” instructed the master.

Appius took hold of his cock and slowly began to rub it to life, sliding his generous foreskin backwards and forwards, feeling it grow and harden at his touch. 

The master took a pitcher of oil from a nearby table and poured some of the oil across Appius’s chest, letting it slide down over his body. Appius scooped up some of the oil with the palm of his hand and applied it to his thickening cock, adding lubrication.

“Wouldn’t an important soldier like yourself have a slave boy to help prepare him for battle?” suggested the master.

“Yes, of course…” nodded Appius, continuing to slide his slicked-up fist up and down the shaft of his lengthening cock.

“Would you use the slave boy to help satisfy your sexual needs?” asked the master.

“Yes, of course…” nodded Appius.

At this point the master waved forward a boy that had been standing in the shadows of the room. Appius recognised him as one of the boys from the harem.

“This is your slave boy – Nasim…” said the master. 

Nasim had been dressed in a simple tunic, not dissimilar to what Appius’s slave boy Aemilius would have worn. 

“How would your slave boy pleasure you?” asked the master.

“With his mouth…” replied Appius. 

Nasim immediately dropped to his knees before Appius and began using his lips and tongue to service Appius’s hard cock.

“Like that?” asked the master.

“Uh huh…” nodded Appius, enjoying the feeling of Nasim’s eager mouth working up and down his cock-shaft, tonguing his heavy balls. 

Nasim opened his mouth and took Appius’s cock-head between his lips. Appius could feel his cock sliding across the boy’s tongue and pushing down into the back of his throat. Nasim was obviously a well-trained and expert cock-sucker.

“Of course, a well-trained slave boy is good for more than just sucking cock…” explained the master, stepping towards Nasim and tearing away the tunic that he was wearing.”

“Yes…” nodded Appius, looking down at the naked boy expertly servicing his cock. 

The master picked up the pitcher and slowly drizzled oil down onto Nasim’s back. Appius watched the oil sliding down the boy’s smooth skin, forming rivulets that cascaded down into the boy’s hairless ass crack. 

While continuing to work his mouth on Appius’s cock, Nasim reached behind himself and began to work the oil in and around his boy-hole, using his fingers, pushing the oil inside himself, pushing his fingers in and out, toying with his cunt.

“You know what it feels like to slide your hard cock into a slave boy’s greased-up fuck-hole?” asked the master.

“Uh huh…” nodded Appius, thrusting his hard cock in and out of Nasim’s eager mouth, his balls slapping onto the boy’s chin with each thrust.

“Why don’t you show us?” suggested the master. “Show us how you take your pleasure on your slave boy.”

Appius took hold of Nasim’s head by grabbing a handful of the boy’s curly black hair. He pulled the boy’s mouth from his cock and then knelt down behind him, pushing the boy’s chest to the floor so that his back was arched and his ass exposed for maximum access.

Observing proceedings closely, the master poured more oil onto the boy’s smooth, hairless fuck-hole. Appius used his fingers to push more oil around and into Nasim’s boy-cunt, as well as smearing the oil over his own cock-head and along his thick shaft. Appius lined up his cock and pushed forward.

“Fuck yeah…” grunted Appius, feeling inch after inch of his cock sliding into Nasim’s oil-slick fuck-hole.

“You like how that feels?” the master asked Appius.

“Yeah - feels good…” nodded Appius.

“Don’t hold back…” instructed the master. “Fuck him. Fuck him hard. Fuck him like a man. Fuck him like a soldier.”

Appius took hold of the boy by the hips and began to drive his cock forward, hard and deep, grinding into the boy with each thrust, pounding fiercely, taking control, owning the eager boy-cunt that had been offered to him.

“Fuck - I’m getting close…” warned Appius, feeling the cum beginning to boil up inside him.

“Give him your load…” instructed the master. “Breed him.”

“Ungh!” grunted Appius. “Fuck! Ungh! Fuck! Fuck!” 

Appius closed his eyes and drove his cock as deep as possible as he released his cum deep inside the slave boy.

“You fuck like a man…” nodded the master approvingly, as Appius continued to slide his cummy cock in and out of Nasim’s fuck-hole. “Nasim – clean up Appius’s cock.”

Chapter 7

The next day, Appius was once again summoned to Hiero’s quarters so that his training could be continued. The master again accompanied Appius to present him to Hiero.

“Your nipples have taken the rings well…” observed the master, pulling gently on the silver rings threaded through Appius’s nipples.

The piercings were still fairly tender, and it hurt a little as the master pulled on them, but Appius was already beginning to realise the potential for pleasure that these rings through his nipples could bring.

“What challenge have you set for him today?” asked Hiero, casting an appraising eye over Appius’s naked body, his skin oiled and glistening in the light of the surrounding torches.

“Yesterday, we saw Appius take charge, taking control…” explained the master. “We saw him fucking a slave boy - something he is used to doing, and was clearly very comfortable in doing.”

“Yes…” nodded Hiero. “He performed very well.”

“Today, we’re going to test what they’ve taught him in the Roman army…” continued the master. “We’re going to see him wrestle.”

“Who will he wrestle?” asked Hiero.

“It is at your pleasure, Your Excellency…” smiled the master. “Might I suggest one of your personal guard? It’s a simple wrestling match, the loser must submit to the winner.”

“Yes, obviously…” nodded Hiero. “There must be some consequences from losing, and some rewards for winning. Any volunteers? How about you, Salim - do you fancy some wrestling today?”

“If Your Excellency wishes it…” bowed Salim respectfully.

“I think you’ll be evenly matched…” nodded Hiero.

“An excellent choice…” smiled the master.

While Salim began to strip off his uniform and oil up his body in preparation for the wrestling match, Hiero’s servants quickly began to prepare a square of thick rugs that would form the wrestling mat. 

Once everyone was ready, Appius stood at one edge of the mat, while Salim stood opposite. Both men were naked, their bodies glistening with oil. The master stood in the middle, the referee.

At the master’s signal, the bodies of the two men crunched together. It had been a long time since Appius had been able to train or undertake any serious wrestling practice - he immediately felt Salim’s strength and control as they grappled, trying to get a hold on each other, trying to exert their power and dominance.

As Hiero had anticipated, the two men were evenly matched. Salim had better technique, but Appius was strong and determined. The master stopped the bout several times to enable them to reposition themselves on the mat, and to apply more oil. 

As their bodies crunched together, Appius could feel the oil sliding between them, every inch of their bodies lubricated.

“He’s tiring…” observed Hiero, watching closely as Salim once again got the upper hand on Appius.

Salim had flipped him down onto the mat and spun around so that he could press his body-weight down onto Appius’s chest, pinning his back to the mat.

“One! Two! Three!” counted out the master, slapping the mat to signal the end of the bout and a victory to Salim.

“Well done, Salim!” congratulated Hiero. “Now, you get to claim your prize!”

Still trying to catch his breath, Appius looked up at Salim, his powerful body glistening with oil. Salim was staring down at Appius, eager to be rewarded for his efforts. 

Appius couldn’t help but admire Salim’s big swinging cock – greased up with oil from their wrestling bout, and already growing to hardness. It had been a while since Appius had been fucked by anyone, let alone by someone as big as Salim.

His chest still heaving from the exertion of the wrestling bout, Salim grinned and grabbed Appius by the hair, pulling Appius’s mouth to his hardening cock. 

Appius did his best to take all of Salim’s thick cock into his mouth as it was roughly pushed in, he could feel it pushing down towards the back of his throat. 

Salim’s assault on Appius’s throat didn’t last long - as soon as his cock was hard and at full-size, he pushed Appius’s chest down to the mat and moved into position behind his defeated opponent. The master was on hand to assist, pouring more oil down onto Appius’s hairy man-cunt. 

Salim used his fingers to smear the oil over and around Appius’s fuck-hole, as well as over the head and shaft of his own cock. Appius closed his eyes and tried to relax as he felt Salim lining up his hard cock.

“Ungh…” grunted Appius, as Salim roughly pushed inside him.

“Relax your body…” instructed the master. “The secret to being fucked is to surrender yourself to the intensity of the experience.” 

Appius closed his eyes and tried to breathe deeply, as Salim determinedly pushed forward. 

Without giving Appius much time to relax or adjust to the cock deep in his ass, Salim grabbed hold of Appius by the hips and began rough-fucking him, slamming his cock in and out of Appius, driving his thick cock-shaft into Appius as deep and as hard as possible.

“Fuck…” gasped Appius, his body being pounded by Salim.

“Now you know what it feels like to be fucked like a man…” smiled the master. “Stop being so soft on him, Salim! Tear his ass up! Make sure that he remembers your cock every time he sits down - for at least the next week!”

Salim needed no further encouragement and increased the strength and power of his fucking, aggressively slamming his cock deep and hard into Appius. 

It was the most intense sexual experience that Appius had ever had. At times, he felt as if he would pass out from what he was feeling – it was a heady combination of pain and pleasure, but the longer that he was able to endure Salim’s fucking, the more that the pleasure he was feeling was outweighing any pain.

“Look at how much pre-cum is leaking from the slave’s cock!” observed Hiero, pleased with the entertainment that was being provided for him.

“That’s a good sign…” nodded the master. “It shows that his body is responding to being dominated in this way.”

“Master…” grunted Salim, alerting everyone that he was reaching the point of no return.

“You’ve done well, Salim…” nodded the master. “You can cum. Fill his man-cunt with your seed.”

“Ungh…” grunted Salim, nodding to confirm that he’d heard the instructions. “Yes, master. Ungh! Ungh! Yes, master!” 

As the cum began to explode from his cock, Salim closed his eyes and drove as deep as possible into Appius. Appius could feel his stretched cunt being flooded by Salim’s creamy load.

“Appius, how did that feel?” asked the master.

“Amazing…” moaned Appius quietly, his ass still full of cum and Salim’s greasy cock sliding in and out of his sloppy fuck-hole. “Fucking amazing!”

“Excellent…” nodded the master. “I think you’ve learnt an important lesson today, but our training will continue tomorrow. We have much to teach you.”

Chapter 8

Hiero seemed to take great pleasure in having Appius trained. Each day, the master would escort Appius to Hiero’s quarters for some new challenge, some new way to teach Appius the art and the joy of being a pleasure boy, part of the harem. 

Most of the time, Hiero would simply watch and observe as he instructed the members of his personal guard on how to fuck Appius, ensuring that his slave’s hairy muscular ass was well-oiled and loosened up so that it could accommodate the biggest cocks that Hiero could find.

Appius enjoyed the challenges that Hiero set for him - he enjoyed being the centre of attention, he enjoyed being Hiero’s play-thing. 

Appius knew that he was pleasing his captors when one day the master announced that they would be piercing Appius’s cock. 

For Hiero’s pleasure boys, to be selected to have your cock pierced was one of the highest honours possible. It wasn’t just the monetary value of the thick silver ring that would be threaded through your cock-head, but the cock piercing was a visible sign to the entire palace that you were favoured by Hiero, a sign that you had achieved a special level of respect and intimacy.

One evening, Appius was lying naked on the bed of Hiero, feeding his captor grapes while Hiero toyed with Appius’s nipple rings and hard cock. There was a knock on the door.

“Enter…” commanded Hiero.

“There is a delegation from the Romans to see you, Your Excellency…” announced the guard. “They represent the Claudia family of Rome.”

Appius gasped in recognition of that name, his name, the name of his family, a name that he had almost forgotten.

“You had better return to the harem…” Hiero instructed Appius. 

Appius did as he was told, escorted by the guards back to the safety and security of the harem of the pleasure boys.

Hiero received the delegation in one of his state rooms. Waiting to see him were three soldiers, commanders in the Roman army that had once fought alongside Appius – Marcus Atilius Regulus, Quintus Caedicius, and Lucius Vulso Longus.

“Thank you for receiving our delegation, Your Excellency…” greeted Marcus.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit from the representatives of the Claudia family of Rome?” asked Hiero.

“We have come to seek the release of one of our honoured citizens…” explained Marcus. “Appius Claudius Caudex. We believe that he was captured by your forces in a battle defending Messana. It is our understanding that you are holding Appius as a prisoner-of-war.”

“I see…” nodded Hiero. “Well, parts of that story are true. Appius Claudius Caudex is indeed here in my palace, but to call him a prisoner-of-war would not be accurate.”

“I’m not sure that I understand, Your Excellency…” said Quintus. “If he is not being held as a prisoner-of-war, then on what grounds do you hold him?”

“He has been trained to become a valuable member of my harem…” smiled Hiero.

“Your harem?” exclaimed Lucius.

“Yes, he is one of my pleasure boys…” nodded Hiero.

“Appius Claudius Caudex is an honourable member of a noble family of Rome!” exclaimed Marcus. “He is no common concubine.”

“Exactly…” smiled Hiero. “That’s what makes him so special. He took a great deal of training, but he is now one of the most skilled and highly valued pleasure boys within the palace.”

“With the greatest respect, Your Excellency, we are not here to question your treatment of your prisoners…” explained Quintus, “We are here to seek the return of our fellow citizen. How would you like to proceed with these negotiations? We could offer an exchange of prisoners, or perhaps a ransom?”

“Even if you have enough gold to make me consider releasing Appius from my service…” replied Hiero. “Are you sure that he will want to leave my palace?”

“Forgive me, Your Excellency…” said Lucius. “But why on earth wouldn’t he want to leave his captivity with you so that he could return with us to Rome?”

“Why don’t we ask him?” smiled Hiero.

Having been summoned by his captor, Appius was soon admitted to the state room where his comrades-in-arms were waiting.

“Appius!” exclaimed Marcus. “Brother, it is good to see that you are alive and well.”

“And naked?” added Quintus.

“Are you not pleased to see us?” asked Lucius - Appius looked to Hiero for permission to speak.

“You may speak…” confirmed Hiero.

“Brothers!” smiled Appius. “It is indeed good to see you.”

“These piercings…” observed Marcus, “You have silver rings through your nipples, and also one through your cock? What sort of cruel and unusual punishment is this?”

“It is no punishment…” interjected Hiero. “They are badges of honour. They are symbols of respect.”

“That is true…” nodded Appius. “I wear my piercings with great pride. They give me much pleasure.”

“Well, the sooner we get you back to Rome with us the better…” decided Lucius. “Your grandfather has ordered an enormous feast in your honour to celebrate your safe return.”

“Return to Rome?” asked Appius. “You mean, I am to leave this palace?”

“Yes, of course…” nodded Lucius. “We are here to secure your freedom. We have brought gold to pay your ransom.”

“Freedom…” repeated Appius, turning the concept over in his mind.

“Why do you hesitate?” asked Quintus. “Surely there is nothing keeping you here? There is nothing that binds you to this place?”

“I have found a purpose here…” replied Appius, speaking quietly, unsure how to explain to his brother soldiers the deep pleasures and desires that being part of Hiero’s harem had unlocked within him.

“A purpose?” repeated Marcus. “What are you talking about?”

“I have learnt how to truly serve men…” replied Appius. “I have learnt how to truly pleasure a man.”

“Well, no one is going to hold that against you…” shrugged Marcus. “We’ve all taken a few cocks up our asses over the years.”

“Why don’t you show them?” suggested Hiero. “Show them your ruined man-cunt.”

As instructed, Appius climbed onto one of the nearby low tables. He lowered his chest to the table and arched his back, exposing his ass for inspection by his brother soldiers.

“Well, would you look at that…” exclaimed Quintus.

“That is definitely a well-fucked man-hole…” agreed Lucius.

“What have they been doing to you here, brother?” asked Marcus. “It looks like you’ve been fucked by the entire army of Carthage - and some of their horses as well!”

“There have been no horses…” corrected Hiero. “But, we have trained him well. We have trained him very thoroughly. Every day we find new challenges for him.”

“Please, brothers…” said Appius, looking back over his shoulder at his brother soldiers. “My ass aches for cock!”

“See how his man-cunt twitches with anticipation…” smiled Hiero. “Are you sure that you’re men enough to keep this cock-hungry man-whore satisfied?”

“If that’s what it takes to have our brother Appius back with us, then we will ensure that he is satisfied…” confirmed Marcus.

“Very well, I will take your gold…” nodded Hiero. “But, before I release Appius to you, you must show me that you know how to appreciate the rare gift that I am giving you.”

“Show you?” asked Lucius.

“Yes, show me…” nodded Hiero. “Look at how his man-cunt is twitching and aching for cock. You won’t be able to put him on a horse to take him anywhere until he’s had that itch scratched.”

“Right, I see…” nodded Lucius.

“Here, let me pour some olive oil onto him for lubrication…” offered Hiero, picking up a pitcher from a nearby table and drizzling it down onto Appius’s exposed man-hole.

“Ungh…” moaned Appius, feeling the oil on his skin. 

Appius immediately began using his fingers to smear the oil around and over his hairy fuck-hole, pushing the oil inside himself. Appius began to fuck himself with his fingers, first two fingers, and soon three fingers, pushing in and out of his slicked-up man-cunt.

“Are you up to the challenge?” asked Hiero, smiling at the three bewildered Romans.

“Right, let’s get this over with…” declared Marcus, stepping forward and loosening his tunic. “I’ll fuck him, and then we’ll get going.”

Marcus pulled out his sizable cock and quickly jacked himself to hardness. Hiero helpfully drizzled some additional oil onto Appius’s exposed man-hole. Marcus swabbed up some of the oil with the head of his cock and then lined himself up against Appius’s twitching man-cunt.

“Fuck yeah…” moaned Appius, looking back over his shoulder at Marcus. “Give it to me, brother - fuck that cock into me!”

Marcus slowly pushed forward, surprised at how easily his cock penetrated Appius’s lubricated fuck-hole - there was virtually no resistance, as inch after inch pushed inside.

“Fuck yeah - that’s it…” moaned Appius, closing his eyes with pleasure as he felt Marcus’s cock pushing inside him. “Don’t hold back - give it to me hard. Fucking tear that ass up!”

“How’s that ass feel, brother?” asked Quintus, watching closely.

“It’s like his ass muscles are milking my cock…” grunted Marcus, taking hold of Appius by the hips and firmly driving his cock forward, deep and hard.

“He’s grinding back on you…” confirmed Lucius, impressed by Appius’s drive to take Marcus’s cock.

“Fuck…” gasped Marcus, feeling his cum beginning to boil up inside him. “He’s fucking milking me - I’m not sure how much longer I can last!”

“Are you kidding me?” laughed Quintus. “You’ve only just got your cock wet!”

“Fuck! Ungh! Fuck…” grunted Marcus. “No, I can’t hold it back. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Marcus closed his eyes, threw his head back, and drove his cock as deep as possible as his cum flooded Appius’s hungry fuck-hole.

“Fuck yeah…” moaned Appius, sliding his cum-filled fuck-hole backwards and forwards on Marcus’s greasy cock. “Feels so fucking good. Who’s next?”

“This might not be as easy as we first thought…” acknowledged Lucius.

“Out of the way, brother…” laughed Quintus, pulling his cock out of his tunic and ushering Marcus to one side. “Let me show you how it’s done.”

“Yeah - that’s it…” nodded Appius, watching eagerly as Quintus jacked his cock to hardness and moved into position. “Give me every inch of that big fucking cock!”

Lubricated by the flood of cum left by Marcus, Quintus’s thick cock pushed easily inside Appius’s fuck-hole.

“Fuck that’s a sweet man-cunt…” gasped Quintus, as Appius’s ass muscles went to work.

“I told you!” laughed Marcus.

“Give it to me hard, brother…” pleaded Appius. “I need it!”

Quintus did as requested, and put every ounce of his strength into slamming his thick cock deep and hard into Appius’s cum-sloppy man-cunt.

“So fucking good…” gasped Quintus, feeling himself quickly reaching the point of no return.

“Yeah - that’s it, brother…” urged Appius. “Give it to me! Give me that load! Breed me hard!”

“Ungh! Fuck!” gasped Quintus, feeling his cum began to explode from his cock. “I’m fucking cumming! Ungh! Fuck!” 

“Two down, one to go!” laughed Hiero - enjoying watching the Roman soldiers attempt their challenge.

“Alright, time to bring out the big gun…” announced Lucius, pulling out his already hard cock and jostling Quintus to one side.

“Fuck yeah…” nodded Appius, feeling Lucius’s sizable cock lining up against his cum-sloppy man-cunt. “Slam it into me, brother.”

“So wet…” grunted Lucius, feeling Appius’s cum-slick ass muscles easily accommodating his thick cock-shaft. “That is the definition of a prime piece of man-cunt!”

“Are you going to last any longer than your brothers?” smiled Hiero.

“I’m going to bruise and batter this cock-slut’s cunt so hard that he’s not going to be able to sit on a horse for a week!” grunted Lucius, slamming his hips forward, pounding his thick hard cock deep inside Appius.

“Fuck yeah…” moaned Appius. “Yeah - just like that! Just like that!”

“I had no idea that Appius was capable of this kind of lust…” remarked Marcus.

“I know!” laughed Quintus. “He’s going to be keeping our soldiers well satisfied!”

“Fuck - would you look at the cum oozing from his fuck-hole…” grunted Lucius, impressed by the amount of cum flooding from Appius’s man-cunt with each thrust of his cock.

“He may have had a few loads in him already before you got started…” admitted Hiero.

“Unbelievable…” acknowledged Marcus.

“Ungh - I’m getting close…” warned Lucius.

“Yeah - fill me up…” urged Appius. “Fill me up with that load!”

“Give it to him, brother!” encouraged Quintus. “Drive it home hard - after you’re done, we’re out of ammunition, so you’d better make this one count!”

“Fuck!” grunted Lucius. “Here it fucking comes! Ungh! Ungh! Fuck!”

“Fuck yeah - feels so good…” moaned Appius, continuing to fuck himself back and forth on Lucius’s greasy cock. 

As Lucius slowly withdrew his cock from Appius’s stretched and battered fuck-hole, Appius immediately pushed his fingers into himself, continuing to toy with and pleasure his cum-sloppy man-cunt.

“Have you had enough, my pet?” asked Hiero.

“There’s no more?” asked Appius, the look of disappointment clearly evident on his face.

“I’m afraid your brother soldiers have paid a small fortune for me to release you to them…” shrugged Hiero. “But they assure me that there’s plenty of cock lined up waiting for you back in the armies of Rome.”

“Thank you…” said Appius quietly, looking deep into the eyes of Hiero.

“For releasing you?” asked Hiero.

“For finding me…” replied Appius. “For finding who I really am.”

Chapter 9

“Line them up - on the block!” snarled the slave master. “Where’s the men with the gold? Fresh from the battlefield, feast your eyes on the spoils of war! The Carthaginians have captured the finest Roman soldiers!”

“These don’t look like soldiers!” shouted a sceptical buyer.

“No, that’s true…” acknowledged the slave master. “These are the servants who satisfied every need of the soldiers of the Roman army. These are the boy-whores who serviced the Roman soldiers!”

The slave master used the leather handle of his whip to raise Aemilius’s chin, showing his face to the circling buyers.

“I can vouch for the talents of this one myself…” grinned the slave master. “He drained the cum from my cock this morning.”

“So you’ve ruined him then?” asked the sceptical buyer. “Once he’s had your tree stump of a cock up his cunt he’s not going to be good for anything!”

“Nonsense!” laughed the slave master. “He took it like a pig in mud, squealing for more!”

“I’ll take the boy…” said a firm voice from the edge of the watching crowd.

“How much are you offering?” retorted the slave master.

“More than enough…” replied the voice.

Aemilius tried to see the man who was offering gold for him. He saw the crowd parting to let the buyer through. The gold was counted and the chains that bound Aemilius to the auction block were released.

“Take him to the camp!” instructed the man. “I will meet you there.”

Aemilius was bundled onto the back of a horse and his new owners quickly departed the slave market, heading out into the desert. 

Aemilius was disoriented, but it seemed as if they travelled for several days of continuous riding, pausing only briefly for food, water, and occasionally sleep. 

Aemilius didn’t understand the language of the men who were transporting him - they only spoke a little, but it was a tongue that was unfamiliar to Aemilius. 

Eventually, their journey came to end, as an oasis of date palms emerged in the distance, shimmering from the sands like a mirage.

“So, this is the gift that my son has sent me?” asked a powerful-looking man, emerging from an elaborately decorated tent in the centre of the camp. “You’d better bathe him - he’s covered in dust, and smells like he hasn’t washed in months.”

Having been quickly bathed, scented with oil, and dressed in fresh clothing, Aemilius was once again presented to the Emir - the leader of the desert tribe.

“Yes - much better…” nodded the Emir, appraising the new slave boy that stood before him. Aemilius felt apprehensive, unsure of what was expected of him, uncertain as to what would happen next.

The clothing that he’d been given was little more than a simple pair of trousers - the material they were made from was a light gauze that moved around his body, virtually transparent, concealing little.

The Emir was reclining on a low day-bed - surrounded by wine, dates, and other fruits and delicacies. He was a strong man, the white robes that he wore barely concealed his powerful and muscular physique.

“Are you hungry?” asked the Emir. Aemilius nodded. 

The Emir beckoned him forward and Aemilius knelt beside the day-bed on which the Emir was reclining. The Emir held a goblet of wine to Aemilius’s lips and Aemilus drank - the wine spilling out around his mouth, dripping down onto his naked chest. After the wine the Emir fed Aemilus some grapes, one at a time. The Emir pushed each grape into Aemilius’s mouth - Aemilius sucked on the Emir’s fingers, swirling his tongue around them. 

“I see that the Romans have taught you to be appreciative…” smiled the Emir, pouring some more wine into Aemilius’s mouth and watching the red liquid cascading down the boy’s chest. 

The Emir reached out and pulled Aemilius closer, lowering his mouth to the boy’s chest so he could lick up the remains of the wine - sucking and biting at the boy’s nipples, chewing them. Aemilius moaned with pleasure.

“You like that, do you?” smiled the Emir - Aemilius nodded.

The attentions of the Emir were beginning to arouse Aemilius - his cock was becoming increasingly hard, barely hidden by the thin, transparent trousers he was wearing.

“It looks like those trousers are getting in the way…” observed the Emir. “Why don’t you take them off? Let me see every inch of your body.”

Aemilius did as instructed, standing so that he could unfasten the trousers and let them fall to the floor, stepping out of them so that he stood naked before the Emir.

“Yes, very nice…” nodded the Emir. “Very nice indeed.”

The Emir pulled Aemilius forward so that Aemilius was kneeling on the day-bed next to the Emir. The Emir’s hands roamed over the boy’s body, touching him, admiring him.

“Your cock is impressive…” observed the Emir, wrapping the palm of one hand around Aemilius’s cock-shaft - the Emir slowly began to jack Aemilius’s cock, quickly bringing it to full hardness. “Let me taste it.”

Aemilius quickly repositioned himself so that he was kneeling beside the Emir’s head, pushing his cock forward so that the Emir could wrap his lips around his cock, feeling the Emir’s tongue swirling around the head and shaft as he pushed it forward across the Emir’s tongue, down towards the back of his throat.

“Ungh…” moaned Aemilius, enjoying the pleasure that the Emir was giving him. 

The Emir pulled Aemilius in closer to him, repositioning him so that Aemilus was kneeling on top of the Emir’s face, a knee resting on each shoulder, his cock pushing all the way down his throat and his balls bouncing on the Emir’s nose. Aemilus thrust his cock as deep as possible, his hands on the Emir’s chest to support his weight.

After gorging on Aemilius’s cock, the Emir pushed the boy forward so that he could move his mouth to Aemilius’s ass.

“Fuck…” moaned Aemilius, feeling the Emir’s tongue finding his fuck-hole, flicking over it, tasting it, wetting it, pushing inside it. “Fuck - feels so good!”

Aemilius was grinding his ass down to push himself harder onto the Emir’s probing tongue. He pushed the Emir’s robes apart and his hands found the Emir’s nipples, he twisted them hard, knowing the pleasure that this would give the big man.

“Like a fucking peach…” growled the Emir, his mouth full of Aemilius’s ass, his focus on getting the boy’s fuck-hole as loose and wet as possible.

“Fuck - look at that big cock…” gasped Aemilius, pushing the Emir’s robes further apart so that his hard cock bounced free. 

Aemilius leant forward and took hold of the Emir’s cock with one hand, jacking it firmly while the Emir continued to eat his ass. 

“Please, master…” moaned Aemilius. “Give that cock to me! Fuck me with that big cock!”

With one hand jacking the Emir’s hard cock, Aemilius used his other hand to reach behind him and pull his ass cheek apart, trying to maximise access for the Emir’s tongue. 

Aemilius used his fingers to toy with his boy-hole - pushing his fingers inside himself, feeling the Emir’s tongue slurping around his fingers as it pushed into his spit-slick boy-cunt.

“I see that you’re enjoying my gift, father?” laughed a voice, entering the tent.

“You’ve chosen well, as always, Aron my son…” growled the Emir. “Are you just going to stand there watching, or are you going to get your cock out and help me satisfy this boy-whore?”

“Don’t worry, I’m going to get my cock out…” grinned Aron. “I can tell that you’ve got your hands full with this one.”

Aron spread his robes and revealed his long thick cock, already growing to hardness. After a few quick strokes from Aron’s fist, his cock was standing at full mast. 

Aron spat into the palm of his hand and smeared it over the head and shaft of his hard cock. He positioned himself behind Aemilius, lined his cock up against the boy’s fuck-hole, and pushed forward slowly.

“Ungh…” moaned Aemilius, feeling Aron’s cock beginning to push inside him. 

Still lying beneath Aemilius, the Emir had prime position to watch Aron’s cock slowly fucking into the new slave boy’s cunt. 

The Emir extended his tongue and licked the underside of Aron’s cock-shaft as it slid slowly forward, before moving his attention to Aron’s big swinging balls as they came within reach.

“This is one talented slave boy…” admired Aron, increasing the intensity and momentum of his fucking. “You’ve got this cunt nice and wet, father. Nice and fucking wet!”

“Ungh…” moaned Aemilius. “Fucking big cock - filling me up!”

“Feels so fucking good…” growled Aron, slamming his cock in and out of Aemilius, while his father continued to lick his swinging balls. “You’re going to get my load, kid! Going to fill you up with my cum!”

“Fuck yeah…” gasped Aemilius. “Yes, sir! Yes, master!”

“Ungh! Fuck! Ungh! Fuck yeah…” grunted Aron, as the cum began to flow from his cock, deep inside Aemilius.

As the intensity of his orgasm began to subside, Aron resumed sliding his cock in and out of Aemilius’s cum-filled fuck-hole. Each time he withdrew, he released a flood of cum from the boy’s ass - with his mouth in position, the Emir lapped up every drop, nursing on his son’s greasy cock as it slid free.

“I think this slave is already proving his worth…” laughed Aron. “The Romans have trained him well!”

Epilogue: Homo-social spaces and homo-erotic relationships in Ancient Rome

Based on what we know of life in Ancient Rome, it’s difficult for us to compare the experience of men in that era to how we live our lives today.

Latin - the language of Ancient Rome - doesn’t include a word equivalent to our understanding of “gay” or “homosexual”. The men of Ancient Rome perceived sexuality through a dichotomy of active/dominant/masculine and passive/submissive/feminine. 

The systemic patriarchy and conquest mentality of Ancient Rome fostered a "cult of virility" - this, in turn, also shaped same-sex relations. 

Roman men were free to enjoy sex with other males without a perceived loss of masculinity or social status, as long as they took the dominant or penetrative role. 

Acceptable male partners were slaves and former slaves, prostitutes, and entertainers.

Although Roman men in general seem to have preferred youths between the ages of 12 and 20 as sexual partners, professional prostitutes and entertainers might remain sexually available well into adulthood.

Homoerotic themes began to emerge more strongly in Latin literature around the 2nd century BC. In this period, Roman culture was drawing on Greek influences - including the Greeks’ idealisation of older men taking a younger boy as a lover.

Attitudes toward same-sex behavior changed as Christianity became more prominent in the Empire. The prosecution of male–male sex as a general crime began in the 3rd century when male prostitution was banned by Philip the Arab. A series of laws regulating male–male sex were promulgated during the social crisis of the 3rd century, from the statutory rape of minors to marriage between males.

By the end of the 4th century, anally passive men under the Christian Empire were punished by burning. "Death by sword" was the punishment for a "man coupling like a woman" under the Theodosian Code. It is in the 6th century, under Justinian, that all male–male sex, passive or active, no matter who the partners, was declared contrary to nature and punishable by death.