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.”

Chapter 5

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 6

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 7

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.”

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