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.”

Chapter 2

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.

Chapter 3

“So, that is why we are going to Messana!” declared Appius, finishing his report 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.

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

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

“Good...” grinned Aemilius happily, wrapping his arms around Appius’s body and pressing his chest against the powerful back of his master, breathing in 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 on, Aemilius...” beckoned Appius. “You know I can’t wash myself.” 

Aemilius stepped out of his simple robe and joined Appius in the bath. Appius wrapped his arms around his young slave, drawing their bodies together, their mouths meeting in a deep and passionate kiss. 

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. 

As they kissed, Appius ran his hands down Aemilius’s body, enjoying the smoothness beneath his touch. 

With their hard cocks rubbing together between them. Appius’s hands explored Aemilius’s ass, his probing fingers quickly making contact with Aemilius’s smooth boy-hole.

“Ungh…” moaned Aemilius, as he felt Appius’s fingers prodding and probing while their mouths mashed together and their tongues wrestled.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it?” grinned Appius - Aemilius nodded. 

Appius continued to tease and toy with Aemilius’s fuck-hole, making Aemilius squirm with pleasure.

“I’m not doing a very good job of washing you...” smiled Aemilius.

“You can wash me later...” grinned Appius. “Right now, I want to fuck this tight cunt of yours.”

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 ass - 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 his cock inside him.

“You’re tight, little man…” grunted Appius, driving his hips forward and pushing his cock deeper inside Aemilius. “It feels good to be inside you again.”

As Appius drove his cock deeper, their mouths met - kissing hungrily, as the waves of pleasure washed through them both. Aemilius was never happier than when he was serving Appius, serving his master.

Appius quickly built his fucking to a steady momentum, sliding his cock in and out of Aemilius’s oiled up fuck-hole. 

Aemilius’s boy-cunt was willingly accepting the hard long strokes of Appius’s cock shaft - he eagerly began pushing his ass back against Appius to take each thrust harder and deeper.

“That’s it, boy - I can feel your ass milking my cock…” urged Appius. “Fuck, your sweet boy-hole feels so good - wrapped around my cock. Fuck - I’m getting close!”

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! Take it! Take that fucking cum!”

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

Appius kissed Aemilius tenderly and smiled, continuing to slide his softening cock in and out of Aemilius’s cummy fuck-hole. 

“This is why you’re coming with me to Messana...” grinned Appius. “I would miss fucking you too much if I had to leave you behind.”

“Master, you know that I would follow you anywhere...” said Aemilius. “I belong to you.”

Chapter 4

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.”

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