SIN CITY– POMPEI A.D. 79A
Totally Imaginary Short Story
By
Jason Land
CHAPTER 1
The room echoed with the inimitable sound of a well applied cane mating with a pair of well muscled buttocks. Valerius Titus Nero was in process of correcting an errant slave and the final stroke of the switch he was using left the tenth livid furrow across the arse of the unfortunate recipient.
“Stay exactly where you are, bent across that table and spread your legs,” commanded Valerius, as he dropped his tunic and stood there as naked as the slave he had just finished beating. His cock, which was his pride and joy, was already a rock-hard rod some nine inches in length, primed to perfection the arousingly erotic experience of beating a young, naked arse; an act which always gave Valerius intense satisfaction. He motioned to another young slave who was present, to oil his fellow slave’s anus and then pointed to his own tumescent member to which the slave then applied a generous amount of oil. Valerius, who firmly believed in both the target anus and his own weapon being well lubricated prior to sex, showed no embarrassment or reticence whatsoever in having one of his slaves massage his cock; he watched his slave skillfully applied the lubricant leaving the member gleaming with anticipation. Once fully prepared, he advanced on the fuck-hole of the waiting slave whose arse he had just beaten and with no preliminaries, thrust his man-meat deep inside the young slave. The young man let out a howl of pain at the brutality of Valerius’s attack. But Valerius cared nothing for his slave’s feelings; he had twice in the past few days been clumsy in serving his master; and today he had spilled hot broth over Valerius’s tunic for which he was now being punished; and Valerius like nothing better than to bugger an arse he had just thrashed. It gave him immense satisfaction to exercise his powers of owndership over the young man with uninhibited, brutal vigour, culminating in an enormous climax when he shot a huge wad of creamy cum, a testimony to his virility, into his slave’s rectum.
But who is, or rather who was, Valerius Titus Nero and where did the little scene just described take place? Well, we are in the year 79 AD in the city of Pompei situated on what we today call the Bay of Naples on the west coast of southern Italy. It is strange that we today refer to events in the still pre-Christian Roman Empire, in term of AD, Anno Domini: in the year of the Lord. Dedicated historians manage to date things which happened some two thousand years ago and not only name the exact date but give the precise hour at which events took place.
But to come back to Valerius Titus Nero: he was the only son of Marcus Publius Nero, a man as rich as Midas. Marcus Publius was by far the richest man in Pompei, then a city of some 20,000 inhabitants; it was the richest city south of Rome, whose inhabitants were, by repute, richer than the Romans themselves. The family name was the same as that of the recent tyrannical Roman emperor, Nero; but there was no family connection. Nero was usually a given name, but in this case, it was the name of the family. Thanks to his wealth and prominence in the city, Marcus Publius Nero had adopted and practised a style redolent of the dead Emperor himself. He considered himself and his family a cut above any others and showed it in the treatment and condescension he dispensed.
The Nero family lived in the biggest villa in Pompei. I say villa, but in fact, it was more akin to a palace, situated on the edge of the city on the gently rising slopes of the tree-lined mountain called Vesuvius. Behind the villa, the green slope of the mountain rose towards the summit whilst from the front there was the most incredible, breathtaking view of the bay of Naples; to the north lay Naples itself and the rocky massif of the Sorrentine peninsula jutting out into Mediterranean to the south. Valerius Titus, as the only son of the house, was completely spoiled by his father, Marcus Publius, who had lavished every luxury on his son from his earliest age. Now aged twenty, Valerius occupied a suite of rooms in the paternal villa, a house which few Romans could dream of; he also had a large number of his own slaves to do his bidding; slaves over whom he exercised the powers of life and death. And so the young man whom he had just given himself the pleasure of first beating and then fucking, was lucky that his master, Valerius, had not been in a truly bad humor when the accident with accident with the broth had happened; he had escaped with just a beating followed by a shafting from his master; and act, which at the end of the day, many of the slaves actually enjoyed.
Pompei itself was a rich city and populated by wealthy Romans; wealthier for the most part than those who lived in Rome itself. In terms of what we today would call infrastructure, Pompei was very well equipped. It had several aqueducts bringing fresh water into the city from the surrounding hills; no less than twenty-five fountains and four public baths (the Romans were keen on bodily cleanliness, an attribute, alas not followed by later generations for nearly two millennia). There were several brothels and that key place of entertainment: the arena. The arena played a very important part in Roman life. It was there that the populace went to be entertained; to watch fellow humans being killed in a variety of gruesome ways. The amphitheatre was also the place where criminals were executed in ways which defy the imagination. The Romans had a gruesome inventory of methods of putting people to death; none of them quick or painless. The Romans liked to think of themselves as a civilised, cultured people, which in many ways they were; but they also had utterly barbaric traits themselves and to refer, as they often did, to many other peoples as barbarians, was truly a case of the kettle calling the pot black.
If Roman men in general were preoccupied with sex, the denizens of Pompei were totally obsessed by it; and in particular by the male sex organ, the penis or phallus, which figured in many bass reliefs and wall paintings inside villas; it was the subject of many graffiti of which the Pompeians were inordinately fond. Other Romans referred to Pompei as Sin City implying that sex was a sin, which when one considers what Romans throughout the empire did, really does beggar belief. The Romans had some very strict views about sex, which was such an important activity in their daily lives. There was no shame whatsoever attached to men having sexual relations with other men. In theory a Romans were free to fuck inferiors such as a slave; but would never allow the inverse. However, in practice, sexual attraction being what it is, legalisation, as ever, was ignored and young Roman men of varying backgrounds did indulge in anal intercourse with each other as equals. In other words the situation was more or less normal; sex, then as now, transcends class and knows no frontiers. The only difference between Rome and elsewhere, other than Greece, which was also a hot bed of homosexuality, was that homosexual relationships (there is no one word in Latin for homosexual, by the way) were considered quite normal and it was quite common for a married man with a family to indulge in anal sex with another man. So, in this context, young men, such as Valerius, were free to give full rein to their fantasies; nothing was really forbidden.
The streets and buildings of Pompei were littered with references to sex and the male sex organs: cocks and balls, figured graphically everywhere. Graffiti with explicit reference to sex were to be seen written on walls around the town; often very explicit, rude and downright venomous; no one was spared, for innuendo was not the order of the day. Just take a look at the following:
“Quintus Aurelius is fucking Olivia, Lucius’s wife, who thinks her husband can no longer get it up. She is naïve. Lucius prefers Olivia’s eighteen year old brother, Titus.”
“Watch your hole! Gaius Marcus has a wandering dick and will dock it anywhere. He shafted three men in the public baths yesterday.”
“Weep, o ye my girls; my penis has given you up; it now prefers to penetrate men’s anuses; goodbye, wondrous femininity.’
In Roman society, there was, as everywhere else in the world, a certain number of men who were totally homosexual: gay as we would put it today and to this faction Valerius Titus Nero numbered. Not only was Valerius totally committed to sex with other males but he had made a vocation of it! Sex was, for Valerius, the be all and end all of his existence. Practically no day passed without Valerius buggering some slave or other. Additionally since his eighteenth birthday, he had developed relationships with a number of other young Romans of similar rank in society to himself, with whom he often had anal sex. Regular parties were held at which these young studs exercised themselves sexually with one another.
Before continuing with this story, it is perhaps worthwhile saying a few words about the position of slaves in Roman society. The Romans had what we today would describe as “catholic tastes” in their choice of slaves. Men and women of more or less any race who had been forced or sold into slavery were acceptable to the Romans, so long as they were fit for purpose. By fit for purpose the Romans understood that the person whom they had bought as a slave did exactly what they wanted him or her to do. The Roman slave had no rights: none whatsoever! Slaves were considered as goods or chattels of their masters, who had the power of life and death over them and were free to treat them well, badly or indifferently as the humour took them. This was the climate in which the young Valerius had been raised and in which as a young man, he now found himself; and he was not slow to exploit it.
Valerius was approaching his twenty-first birthday at the time this story opens. Since the age of eighteen when he had realised that women were not for him, his greatest pleasure had been watching muscular young gladiators fight to the death in the arena; muscles and big cocks were what attracted him; from his eighteenth birthday onwards he had dedicated himself to developing a fine body and enhancing his already generous endowment. He had several trainers both for his muscular development and for his cock and spent three hours every day in exercising his body and cock; so by the time he was twenty, he was physically a superb young man, adored by the slaves on whom he bestowed his bounty; and generous bounty it was; Valerius sported a rock-hard, nine- inch, beautifully balanced penis, which guaranteed his partner of the moment a monumentally satisfying fuck. And while the slaves had no option but to obey, most of them loved being shafted by their master.
Sex with other men was his most important pastime and one way and another he had thrashed and fucked all the younger male slaves of his father’s household. There was nothing Valerius enjoyed more than to roast a slave’s arse with a cane or whip and then go on to bugger his victim. And let us be clear, it did not take much to justify beating a slave. So the crack of the cane mating with naked flesh was an almost daily sound in the Nero household.
Valerius had, however, his own body-slave, a handsome young Greek called Antaneus, of the same age as himself, who served his master’s every whim including frequently sharing his bed. Antaneus had been one of the normal house slaves when Valerius first noticed him and realised that he was a very desirable young man. And so after a first sexual encounter, Antaneus became more or less the private property of Valerius. Valerius enjoyed fucking Antaneus very much; but Antaneus, as a slave, had no reciprocal role to play with his master; he was condemned as a slave, always to be the receiver and never the penetrator. Valerius was actually secretly envious of Antaneus’s cock, which was as big as his own, but had been circumcised so that he displayed a magnificent knob or head, with a well defined rim, of which Valerius was secretly jealous. Of course, variety being the spice of life, the close relationship Valerius had with Antaneus did not stop him from fucking many of his other slaves as and when he felt so inclined.
Valerius’s deepest secret wish was that Roman prejudice could be overthrown, for there was nothing he wanted so fervently as to have his own cock cut to match that of Antaneus. But Roman customs were such that only slaves were circumcised; Roman citizens never. Had Valerius succumbed to his own inner desires, then he would no longer have dared to expose himself at the public baths, as a cut cock would have exposed him, as a Roman citizen, to ridicule. And so Valerius had to nurse his desire in secret, for he loved going to the public baths to show off his magnificent physique and exceptional endowment to his fellow citizens; it was generally recognised that Valerius had the finest piece of man-meat in all of Pompei. Antaneus meanwhile was left frustrated by the fact that the law forbad him to have penetrative sex with his master and was forced to seek solace with his only option: other slaves. So both young men felt equally frustrated, restricted in their actions by the conventions of the times; but neither could express his frustration to the other.
As a sort of halfway house, Valerius went secretly to the best doctor in Pompei and, in strictest confidence, had him remove the loose excess of foreskin from the extremity of his penis, in such a way that the knob of his cock just peeped through the main veil of tissue which it enveloped. The net result was that Valerius had a cock, which when erect, had a well defined knob, albeit enveloped on a fine sheath of foreskin. It was the nearest thing he could do to imitate the results of a full circumcision and it certainly made a clear statement in phallus obsessed Pompei. And one has to admit that when rock hard as it often was, Valerius’s cock looked very desirable. In fact Valerius was such good looking young man, he had difficulty in warding off the attentions of women in whom he personally had not the slightest interest.
Valerius and Antaneus had such a close relationship and it was always to Antaneus that Valerius turned when he needed deep sexual stimulation. So, among all the slaves, Valerius thought of Antaneus as his Anus Potissimus, translated loosely as “his best fuck of all”; and it was under this title that Antaneus was known among all the other slaves, who were green with envy at the close relationship between him and their master. Valerius loved nothing better than to be in a close clinch with Antaneus, fucking his arse and running is hands over his slave’s muscular body. Roman law forbad a slave from having penetrative sex with his master or even with other Roman citizens, but there were moments, which grew more and more frequent as time passed, when Valerius felt thwarted by the law. Slave or not, he had fallen in love with Antaneus and would have happily accepted him as an equal partner had circumstances been different.
CHAPTER 2
For his twentieth birthday, Valerius’s father had allocated to him a suite of rooms in the family villa and there Valerius was free to do as he wished in what had become his private domain. So, with money no object, he decided to purchase a group of handsome young slaves whom he could use to satisfy his own sexual appetite. Slaves in Roman times were bought and sold at public auctions, where they were usually displayed naked as the Roman buyers liked to inspect closely what they were getting. But Valerius wanted to be able to select ten young men who met his criteria perfectly, for he wanted to fuck young studs who had much the same image as himself. Valerius loved being in the presence of naked, handsome young men, who were also sexually well endowed. And so it was with this image in mind that he went to the nearby town of Herculaneum to visit a well known slave dealer called Albus Magnus, who had the reputation of selling high quality merchandise and at the same time maintaining a large stock from which to choose.
Valerius’s reputation as one of the leading muscle studs of Pompei had preceded him and the dealer knew more or less immediately what Valerius wanted. What he did not know, however, was the number of slaves Valerius was contemplating buying.
“Show me a selection of your best undefiled stock of muscular young men aged between eighteen and twenty, who must have good sized cocks. And, I don’t want any men who have been badly beaten and are scarred. Ideally, I want good, clean stock, preferably virgin, but that, I suspect might be asking too much.” Valerius did not beat about the bush; he told the slave dealer exactly what he wanted and waited to see what he would be shown.
“Noble and Most August Master; you are in luck, for I have the finest selection of young studs between Sicily and Rome; there is not one other dealer, not one, who has the quality and number of physically perfect, young male slaves for sale that I have at the present time. Where else but here can you make your choice from some twenty young Macedonians, all aged just over eighteen years; all handsome; all well equipped where it matters most; and all totally undefiled.”
“Does that mean that business is bad at the moment, Albus? I hope that you a not going to try and pass off old hen as chicken so let’s be seeing what you have to offer.”
Indulging in what can but be described as verbal genuflection, obsequious in the extreme, Albus said: “Dominus Divine; Most Excellent and Noble Master; Sir, you do me an injustice. The young men I am about to show you, I acquired from another dealer in northern Greece just a few weeks ago. So, believe me sir, when I say that they are not shop soiled merchandise. I bought them because I know the market in this region. I know exactly the type of young man that rich Pompeians wish to acquire as slaves and, believe me, sir, when I say that these young men fill the bill exactly.”
“The seller, himself, acquired them some two years ago, as boys aged sixteen after they were forced into slavery by a Roman legion, intent on punishing an uprising in that region. The dealer saw that he had some top quality material in his hands and has handled them with great care ever since, to ensure that as they matured into young men, he would have an unbeatable selection of young studs to offer to a discerning clientele: such as your gracious self, Dominus. He has spent a small fortune on their physical development and training over the last two years and you will see that his efforts have yielded phenomenal results.”
“Listen Albus; cut the cackle and let me see with my own eyes what you really have to offer.”
Well, to say the very least, Valerius was metaphorically blown away when Albus paraded before him some twenty young men all about six feet tall; all muscular; and all of them handsome and totally unblemished. Valerius felt himself hardening at at the sight of such a quality display of young muscular flesh, the like of which he had never hitherto encountered. One or two young studs of outstanding quality; yes; but twenty; never before! Albus had not been exaggerating in his claims. These young studs were all truly superb specimens of young manhood, a joy to look at and, as Valerius was clearly thinking to himself, they all looked enticingly fuckable. He felt himself hardening just at the thought.
“Well, Albus, you certainly do seem to be able to deliver. Have them all stripped naked so that I can examine them in closer detail: I need to see their cocks and arses before I decide.”
This was a normal request in Rome at that time, as purchasers wished to see in detail what they were buying and it was quite common for slaves being sold in public to be subjected to such detailed scrutiny by a prospective buyer. As Albus had implied, these truly were all exceptional young studs: slaves or not; and as he had boasted, it was true that it would be difficult to find the equivalent elsewhere. Valerius realised that today the Gods were truly with him (he wasn’t much of a believer, by the way, but like so many other young men, paid lip service to the various Roman deities as custom demanded) as he had clearly struck gold. So Valerius looked over the lads with a discerning eye and without saying anything to Albus, made a preliminary choice. He had Albus make all of them bend over and open their legs so that he could inspect their anuses and judged the state of their sphincters: a very important element; for Valerius loved nothing better than to stick his cock into a truly tight hole and have the recipient grip it firmly with his anal muscles. He finally firmed up on his choice and turned to the expectant Albus.
“So Divine Master, was I speaking the truth or not? Are they not all magnificent young men? Any one of them would be a graceful addition to the complement of slaves such as person like your gracious self surely has. Have you any particular one in mind?” Albus desperately wanted to make a sale: to close the deal as we would put it today.
Valerius reflected for a moment and then pointed out the ten young studs he intended to buy. In fact, he could have taken any ten, as all the young men were absolutely fit for the purposes for which he intended them. The expression “Primus inter pares”: first among equals, implies one outstanding man or object in an outstanding group; but here that expression could well be applied equally to all of them. They truly were a magnificent group of highly desirable male flesh and Valerius realised that he had been very lucky; very lucky indeed, to find such an attractive group of young men to purchase.
“Yes, Master, those you have pointed out are all splendid, but which one specifically do you wish to purchase?”
“All of them!”
Albus could not believe his ears: “You mean sir, that you want to take all ten of them?”
“Exactly Albus; that is what I have just said; now, as to the price.”
And here, as ever, began a longwinded to and fro between the buyer and the seller until a price which was satisfactory to both parties was arrived at. Valerius, fully satisfied with the outcome, swore that Albus was bleeding him white. Albus meanwhile, also equally satisfied, averred that Valerius was an utter skinflint and was driving him towards bankruptcy. Anyway, it was agreed that in the price the ten young men would be delivered by Albus to the Villa Nero in Pompei within the next few days.
As he left, Valerius asked Albus how he knew that the young lads were all undefiled. Of course, when pushed, Albus could not guarantee it; but Valerius said that he thought his purchase were all in such tip-top condition that it really did not matter if someone else had had is cock up their arses beforehand.
“It matters not much,” he said, “For by the end of the month all of them will have been well and truly shafted by me personally and they will know what it is to take a quality piece of man-meat up their fundamental orifices. And you know what, Albus, after the first time, which can be a shock, most young men come to love having a big fat cock stuck up their arses. I guess these young slaves do not know what awaits them; but it will be a baptism of fire for them, I can tell you. But they will all come to enjoy what I have in store for them. They are all to be my personal slaves and will serve for my own pleasure. Provided they obey the rules they will have a happy life; a much happier life in fact than normal slaves.
CHAPTER 3
Before we see what happened to the ten young slaves Valerius had just bought let us first see how Valerius was furnishing the suite of rooms allocated to him by his father. Marcus Publius Nero had given his son, Valerius, free rein to decorate and furnish his new domain to his taste.
“It is you, my son, and your personal slaves who are going to live in your new quarters; so arrange it as best suits your own taste, which may well not coincide with mine. I am of an older generation and not keen on new fangled ideas; so suit yourself; you will have no interference from me. Do exactly as you wish so that it pleases you and your friends.”
As you can divine from this remark, things two thousand years ago were much the same as they are today. Parents, then as now, found it hard to understand the tastes and pastimes of their children.
Like most Roman houses in the south of Italy, the Villa Nero was built around a large space open to the sky: the atrium, with rooms looking inwards. Windows were largely just open spaces for although the Romans had mastered the art of making glass vessels, they could not yet make sheet glass. Valerius had a large number of rooms at his disposal and one of these he arranged as quarters for his personal sex slaves whom he decided to separate from the general slaves of the household who were lodged elsewhere. He put his favourite slave, Antaneus in charge of the ten slaves he had just bought, for his own personal pleasure and provided Antaneus with a private room for himself. Additionally in another room he housed a further six general purpose slaves who were at his beck and call to perform whatever duties he wished. Valerius did not wish his ten personal slaves in general contact with normal slaves of the household. Their duties were regular training to keep their bodies and cocks in good condition and to be ready to bend to the sexual whims of their master as and when he commanded. In fact once they accepted their new role, life for them was really very agreeable.
Valerius had furnished his own bedroom with a large low bed, large enough to accommodate several male bodies at the same time. Adjacent was a large private bath room, again with the typical Roman heated bath for multiple bathers. Valerius was very clean of body and having a private bath at his disposal, a luxury that few could afford, meant that he did not have to trail down to the public baths every day. But Valerius did, nevertheless go a couple of times a week to the public baths, as he wanted to sport his muscular figure and huge cock in front of others. As with many others like him Valerius had both a strong exhibitionist streak as well as being quite narcissistic: he never missed a chance to admire himself. But one has to admit that he was, at the end of the day, a very handsome and muscular young man: a joy for anyone – himself included – to behold.
Additionally, one of the larger rooms Valerius furnished as a living or reception room, where he could receive guests. But these were just two rooms among many at Valerius’s disposal.
But the room on which Valerius lavished the most care and attention was a large reception room which he had chosen to call his Camera Phallica: the room where he intended to entertain his guests and to indulge in every form of male homosexual activity; no women were ever to set foot in this very special space. The Camera Phallica was a large room with a huge window looking upwards towards the summit of the mountain, which was totally clothed in green. Valerius called in the finest interior designers and decorators of Pompei and had all the internal walls divided into panels, in each of which was depicted an explicit sexual act between two muscular males with exceptionally large cocks. These wall paintings were drawn and painted by the finest pornographic artists of the city and, subject matter apart, were amazingly artistic. Were we today able to see them in their original glory we would hail them as great works of art, in spite of hyper-erotic pornography of the subject matter. This was not at all unusual at that time; many households in Pompei had pornographic paintings on their walls; but Valerius alone a room which was totally given over to male sex. Pompei was, in fact, the porn capital of the Roman Empire and the wall decorations left little if anything to the imagination as to what might happen in such rooms; the Romans had no compunction about being explicit and little was left to the imagination of the viewer.
To complete the mural decorations, Valerius had the decorators install a painted frieze around the upper part of the walls, between the panels and the ceiling, which consisted of a Greek Key inspired chain; except that the chain was made up of muscular young studs, each with a large erect cock thrust into the anus of the next man. Thus the frieze was a continuous pattern of male-to-male joined daisy-chain fashion to each other, cock to anus. Again, subject matter apart, the whole thing was most artistic. In fact when the room was finished, it was an amazing piece of super-erotic homosexual art: superbly executed and, at the end of the day quite fascinating to look at; it was an absolute masterpiece of interior decorating art: Valerius loved it!
The floor was, of course, of marble, but the crown jewel among the furniture in the room was a large marble topped table, elliptical in shape, which was supported on a bronze pedestal composed of a large cast bronze ring which sat on the marble floor. Onto this pedestal were fixed a series of huge circumcised phalluses, also cast in bronze, which formed the legs of the table. The circumcised heads of these monster cocks had been sculpted in great detail, with the cock head and rim being clearly defined. At their bases where they joined the pedestal each phallus terminated, as in life, with two magnificent testicular balls. The whole thing was a glorious example of the bronze furniture maker’s art: a masterpiece of pornography in bronze. The elliptical marble top was supported on the knobs of the phalluses; but here again, Valerius had gone that final step to produce a true work of pornographic art, for he had had inlaid in the surface of the table in pietra dura, the same frieze as decorated the room: young males joined together cock to anus. Pietra dura, the technique of creating a picture by inlaying carefully cut pieces of coloured stone into a marble base, is thought to date from the sixteenth century, but here we are, two thousand years ago seeing Roman craftsmen using the technique.
So much for the decorative items in the Camera Phallica, but Valerius was as ever of a practical mind and decided to install along one wall a long, lowish table with a bottom rail fitted with ankle straps and a high raised top rail, some two feet or so above the surface of the table, fitted similarly with straps so that slaves, who were to serve as sex partners, could be properly and comfortably accommodated to give easy access to their anuses.
Beyond this very special piece of furniture, the room contained all the usual furnishings of an upper class Roman house: couches, chairs, and low tables for food service. Valerius surveyed his creation and felt extremely satisfied and was now looking forward to the day when he could invite his friends to an inaugural party when no holds would be barred. He planned this for the eve of his twenty-first birthday, with a special surprise at midnight, the moment when he attained that mythical age of twenty one years.
CHAPTER 4
But to return to the ten slaves purchased by Valerius; they were housed immediately in the new quarters allocated to them in the private domain of Valerius in the Villa Nero. They were all subject to a thorough cleaning and were made to dress in simple one piece sleeveless tunics, with no under clothes at all; so when the tunics were removed, they were totally naked. Provisionally they were under the supervision of Antaneus who himself had no clear idea of what his master intended for his new purchases. He surmised that it had to be of sexual purposes as the ten lads were all very handsome, muscular for their age and, most importantly, all had large, very desirable cocks. Several times he was asked by one or another of them, what was their future as slaves of Valerius Nero, but he could not give them an answer. I believe that all will be revealed in a short time, was all he could say.
Valerius sent for Antaneus: “What do you think of my new purchases, Antaneus? Are they not just the most beautiful group of young studs you have ever seen?”
“Master, they make my cock hard each time I see them. It is difficult to keep my hands off them, any of them, that is, for they are just asking to be fucked. I would describe them as a group of cock- teasers. Frankly, Master, it is with great difficulty that I restrain myself. Of course, Master, in my position it would not be right and proper for me to enter into any kind of relationship, sexual or otherwise, with any of your personal slaves, without your express permission; but there you have my reaction to your purchase: absolutely outstandingly fuckable young muscle.”
“So, Antaneus, are you telling me that although you have been looking after these ten young men, boys, I suppose we should call them, for they are all just eighteen years of age, that you have not exercise your cock on any of them? You have not fucked a single one of them?”
“Master, I am your most devoted slave as only you can know; and I am very happy with my lot here in your household. I would never ever do anything which I think would cause you displeasure and I would never enter into any kind of relationship with any of these young men, whom you have clearly acquired for a specific purpose. So, no Master, I have not fucked any of them, even though I must confess I would very much like to. But then, what man looking at them would not wish to exercise his dick on such attractive flesh? So, Master, I still take my own pleasure, which you have authorised me to do, with other slaves of the household. I have two friends there with whom I can fulfill my on sexual desires and so I do not in any way feel deprived or frustrated. And, of course, it goes without saying that I am always at your personal disposal.”
“But perhaps I should also tell you, Master, that I have learned from the boys, who speak very little Latin, that although they were taken into slavery in Macedonia, which we think of the northern most province of Greece; but they are not in fact Greeks; they are true Macedonians of Slavic stock, for part of Macedonia is peopled by Slavonic races. And so, Master, they all have very complicate names which are difficult for us Latin speakers to pronounce; therefore, if I might venture to offer a suggestion, I think it would be wise to give each of them a single Roman name so that we can identify and address each of them by name.”
“Have you told the young Macedonians, that they will shortly be initiated into the ways of the Nero household and that they will be subjected to a thorough beating in the process, as you yourself were a few years ago, when my father first purchased you at the weekly auction?”
“No Master, I have not; I thought it best for them to come to that rather unpleasant moment totally unaware of what was in store for them. I know if I were to be beaten, I would prefer it just to happen, with no warning, rather than to sit round nursing the thought of what was to come; a very unpleasant mental situation and one to be avoided. You see, Master, these boys have done nothing at all to merit a beating. It is just the custom of the house of Nero to beat all new slaves; it is I suppose by way of a warning of what will happen to them if they break the house rules. So giving them pre-beating, mental anguish seems to me to be totally unnecessary in his case. If you were punishing a slave for some severe misdemeanour, then the situation might well be different and you might well decided to delay the punishment to let him think about it for a few days. But in the present case there is no point in being unnecessarily cruel to these boys.”
Listening to Antaneus’s reasoning, Valerius realised that in his favourite slave he had a remarkable, young man, wise beyond his years and with an ability to express himself cogently and fluently in grammatically correct Latin. In fact, Antaneus, whose anus Valerius loved to fuck, was a most remarkable young man; built in the tradition of the ancient Greek philosophers.
“Have you any idea, Antaneus, whether my new recruits are having sex among themselves or not? Albus, the slave dealer from whom I bought them claimed that they were all virgins. Of course, when challenged, he could not substantiate his claim; but then, who could? Anyway, I thought they were such a clean group of lads and so sexually attractive, that I bought the lot.”
“Master, like Albus, I can only tell you what I think, but with no absolute certainty. I have learned from the boys that when they were first sold into slavery they were all just sixteen years old. Their first master, a slave dealer in northern Greece, was very strict in what he allowed them to do. Like you, he had seen what a magnificent group of potential young studs he had purchased and he wished to make the most of them. So, he spent a lot of time with physical trainers to turn them into the eighteen year old studs you see today. All I can tell you, Master, is that sleeping as I do in the room next to them, I have noticed that at night there is no noise and whenever I look in on them, unannounced, they are always each in their own beds. So, Master it is possible that they are as Albus claimed, all still virgins. But, Master, just looking at them, it cannot last much longer, for they are all now young men with young men’s desires; so as there are no women around, it is inevitable that they will soon begin to have sex among themselves. They will not be able to resist the urge which all men have, which is to fuck: the most natural act in the world Master; and one which is guaranteed to bring pleasure each time it is enacted.”
“So, Antaneus, your conclusion seems to be that my ten young studs should be initiated into their future careers as soon as possible, before they develop alternative pastimes of their own. But let us first resolve the naming problem. Each slave will be given two names in the Roman manner; each boy will have the same first name which will be Anus, so that they are in no doubt about what their future role in life will be. Then very simply we will start with Primus and go through to Decimus. So the first boy will be called Anus Primus, the second, Anus Secundus and so on through to Anus Decimus. On a daily basis, we will then call each boy by the second of his two names, letting fall the Anus. So, we shall call them simply by their second names, Primus, Secundus, Tertius and so on up to Decimus. But make no mistake; if asked for his name, a boy must reply in full; Anus Primus, Master, Anus Secundus, Master and so on. I will leave it to you to allocate the names to the individual boys and you will soon have occasion to introduce them to me by their full names at their initiation ceremony, in which you, my dear Antaneus, are going to play an important part.”
Antaneus, who was a very sharp young man, noticed how Valerius had just referred to him: “My dear Antaneus.” He wondered if the word dear was just a word of no special significance or whether his master really meant it. Did he have affection for Antaneus, hitherto unexpressed? A difficult sentiment to manage between a master and a slave. But as we know, Valerius had fallen in love with Antaneus, slave or not; but even he had not yet had the courage to declare his feelings to his young slave and sex partner.
“The initiation of the ten new slaves will be tomorrow evening. As you know, Antaneus, the house custom is to begin by giving each new male slave twenty severe cuts of the cane across his naked buttocks, by way of an example of what will happen to him if he does not obey the rule. I have given many a slave twenty hard cuts with the cane myself; but in the present case, I propose to use an alternative implement: a heavy grade cowhide belt. Why do I want to do this? Well my friend, (again Antaneus picked up a word with an intimation of deeper feelings than Valerius had hitherto ever expressed to him) the reason is that I want the buttocks of these young men to remain totally unmarked. The cane can leave weals which are often a permanent reminder of what has been done; but the broader cowhide belt, equally painful, leaves no permanent damage. After all, these young men are to be sex slaves and I want them to remain in attractive condition as long as possible so that we (Antaneus wondered now who was included in the word we) can have the pleasure of sliding in our cocks between two perfect globes.”
“So, Antaneus, you and I together will beat each of the ten young Macedonians arses hard with a leather belt. I totally subscribe to the house principle that they should experience some severe pain by way of their initiation into the household; and then, only then, we will take their virginity; if virgins they still are. But virgins or not, they will have their holes properly fucked by you and me.”
“But Master, you are not thinking of allowing me, your personal slave to participate in the initiation ceremony of these young men, are you? It seems somehow improper for you to allow me, a slave, to serve one of your personal slaves in the way that you do yourself. Master, it seems to me that it would be totally wrong; it is something I doubt that I could do.”
“Antaneus, stop babbling nonsense. As my slave you can, and will, do whatever I tell you to do. So, tomorrow evening, you will prepare all ten Macedonians and bring them, totally naked, to the antechamber of my new Camera Phallica, which you yourself have yet to see. Then you will bring the slaves two by two into the Camera, each pair being dealt with separately, whilst the others wait outside. The slaves will introduce themselves to me, their Master. Then my normal slaves will tie the each of the lads over a chair specially designed for the purpose, so that their arses are in a position to be beaten. You and I will also be totally naked, by the way, to heighten the drama of the moment, and we will then simultaneously, administer twenty cuts of the belt to their naked buttocks, which will be in a very painful condition by the time we have finished with them. Believe me, the lads will be in agony, but it will be a lesson well learned for them: they will know who is master.”
“Then you and I will have the extreme pleasure of fucking the two flagellants, who will remain strapped in position, immobile, over the chairs. Antaneus, you have probably never before had the chance to shaft an arse you have just beaten; and just believe me; it is one of the most pleasurable erotic experiences you can imagine. There is something pleasurable both for the guy using his cock and for the postulant receiving it. It is one of the all time great fucks you will ever have. Once you have finished beating a beautiful naked arse, you will find yourself in such a state of arousal, that you will want nothing more than to force your cock into the cleft between a pair of buttocks you have just roasted; the feeling is indescribable as you stretch your partner’s sphincter and give him the full length of your cock. And curiously enough, the potulant also finds that taking a cock up is burning arse is somehow therapeutic; having his arse well and truly fucked eases the pain of the beating he has just undergone. Believe me, Antaneus, virgin or not, fucking an eighteen year old’s tight arse is one of the greatest of sexual pleasures; and when we have finished the slave in question will be in no doubt: no doubt whatsoever, what his future in the Nero household holds for him. And just think of it, Antaneus, we have five pairs of arses to beat and fuck; this just has to be one of the greatest fuckfests of all time.”
“But, Master, do you think it right and seemly, that I should do the same thing as you, directly alongside you? This is surely something no master should allow his slave to do. I am not at all sure that I can do it. And you want me to do the same thing to five other boys.”
Look here, Antaneus, I want all ten new slaves to be initiated together, and for that I need your assistance. I can flog ten arses, but I am not sure that I can go on and fuck the ten of them myself; one after the other. So, you and I will divide the work: five each! Don’t tell me that you are not up to fucking five arses one after the other. Come on, Antaneus, you are a big boy: a great stud with a great cock, so now is the time to show me what you can do;s I have never seen you fuck anyone. OK;, I’ve fucked you times without number, but Roman tradition forbids you fucking me in return, however much I might want it; which I do. (Antaneus picked up this comment, which was very revealing and thought that together with the various remarks made by Valerius, things were apparently changing: but where was it all leading?). So, Antaneus, you will do as I command. You will flog and fuck five young men alongside me.”
Antaneus, the slave, albeit a very special one, could not but acquiesce to his master’s order; he had made his point and now as a slave he had to obey. He was secretly pleased that Valerius, his master had overridden his objections; for like his master he found the ten young slaves indescribably enticing. So at the end of the day, Antaneus was looking forward eagerly to the initiation ceremony. He had caned other slaves a few times and fucked quite a number; but never had he been part and parcel of an initiation ceremony: and what a ceremony, with no less than five stunning young lads to beat; always a homoerotic pleasure whatever anyone might say to the contrary; and, the icing on the cake: by the ultimate pleasure of giving each lad a taste of his own truly magnificent cock. Yes, indeed, Antaneus was up for it! He could hardly wait until the next day. Once he had finished with the young lads, they would know exactly what their future was to be.”
“Well, now that that is settled, Antaneus, why don’t you lie down on the couch over there and let me give you a little anal stimulation to prepare you for tomorrow’s mini-marathon.” Valerius then spent the rest of the evening fucking his favourite slave, wishing that he could allow his partner a return bout; Valerius himself really enjoyed taking a good sized cock up his own hole and wished more and more that it could be supplied by Antaneus.
CHAPTER 5
It was the evening of the initiation of the ten young slaves. They were all waiting in the anteroom, all extremely nervous and fearful, wondering what was about to happen to them. The first two young men, Primus and Secundus, were led into the Camera Phallica. Standing there, totally naked, they looked around in amazement at the room in which they found themselves. The wall paintings and frieze were totally self explanatory; they were in a room dedicated to sex and little imagination was needed to see what their role would be; even if their names had not been enough of an indication. Valerius and Antaneus, both totally naked, stood there like two gods in front of the two trembling youths. Antaneus prompted them to introduce themselves to their master.
“Anus Primus Master; Anus Secundus Master, they said more or less together.
Valerius looked with satisfaction at Primus and Secundus. Naked as they were, their well developed muscular bodies shone from the training they had undergone with their first slave master in Greece; and they both were sporting enviably large uncut cocks: cocks which had clearly had the benefit of a process of enhancement. But after the initiation ceremony that ugly foreskin would be removed, as Valerius had ordered the local doctor to circumcise them as soon as they had been flogged and fucked.
Antaneus beckoned to the other assistant slaves to bind Primus and Secundus across two stools which had been placed in the room. The two boys were clearly terrified of what was going to happen; the suspense of not knowing was nerve-racking; but they could do little other than submit, as the assistant slaves fixed their arms and legs firmly in place across the beating stools, legs positioned well apart to give access to their vital entry port.
Valerius surveyed a pair of virgin, unmarked buttocks, which were just asking to be beaten. He was already becoming hard at the prospect of what he was about to do to the boys. He picked up one of the leather belts and handed the other to Antaneus.
“Primus; Secundus; you are in the house of Marcus Publius Nero. As newly acquired slaves you have, like all other new slaves, to undergo a ceremony of initiation. You are first to be beaten and then you will be initiated into your special roles as sex slaves; after which you will be handed over to the doctor, who will circumcise your penises. All slaves in this household are circumcised and you will see how the removal of your foreskin enhances the appearance of your male-meat. If you obey the rules, the initiation beatings you are now about to receive will be the only beatings you will ever have in this house. However, if you are disobedient, then what you are about to experience will seem to have been akin to the touch of a feather across your naked arses. Immediately after the beating, you will then receive your first taste of the services which an anal sex slave provides in this house.”
Having informed the two lads of their immediate fate, Valerius and Antaneus each administered twenty resounding blows to the buttocks of the boys. As Valerius had said, the belt was a very painful implement when correctly applied; but it left no individual marks. The boys’ buttocks grew redder and redder as the beating proceeded; if ever a pair of arses had been roasted together, then it was those of these two lads, who were in copious tears by the time the twenty cuts had been given: their arses were in utter agony.
After a slight pause, Antaneus motioned to the assistant slaves to prepare the boys’ anuses for penetration, by liberally anointing them with oil. Oil was also introduced via a tube into the rectums of the two slaves, who were now ready to be fucked. Primus and Secundus could do nothing but wait, their arses in agony, wondering exactly what was now going to happen to them. They had not long to wait, as Valerius and Antaneus together, their own cocks rock-hard in anticipation of the copulation to come and gleaming with oil, advanced on the waiting arseholes, penetrated them with one vigorous thrust and proceeded to bugger the two lads. Both Valerius and Antaneus, who himself had been reluctant to participate in this intimate part of the initiation procedure, gave the young slaves a fantastically vigorous demonstration of hard cock work at its very best. They both pounded the young men’s holes with the greatest vigour and then climaxed together, shooting their creamy sperm into their respective partner.
The two young men really did receive an exemplary initiation into the world of anal sex. We shall never know what the two slaves thought about this first experience;, but one thing was sure; they would leave the room under no illusions as to their role in life at the Villa Nero; they were there to provide their anuses for the pleasure of their master; nothing more, nothing less. As they left the Camera Phallica to be replaced by their fellow slaves, Tertius and Quartus, they were to face the excruciating pain of the knife, as the doctor cut away their foreskins. This had been for them a day to remember, for it presaged exactly how their life would be from now on.
And so it continued; Tertius and Quartus; Quintus and Sextus; Septimus and Octavus; Nonus and Decimus; each pair in turn had their arses thrashed and reamed by Valerius and Antaneus and then had to face the fact that they were to be circumcised. It truly was a life changing moment for these young men as they all realised now that their future was situated around their anuses, which would be at the beck and call of their master. Valerius and Antaneus each managed to fuck five young men with no difficulty and it has to be said that their vigour was such that not one slave could have complained about receiving short shrift; all ten young men were thoroughly beaten and buggered before being passing under the knife.
As they finished fucking the last pair, Nonus and Decimus, Valerius and Antaneus smiled at each other, realising that this was a job well done.
“So, Antaneus, in spite of your reluctance, I believe that you have truly enjoyed yourself; it is not often that one gets the chance to dip one’s wick into such a series of tight, young arseholes. I think I did well in my choice of these young anus slaves. Whether they were virgins or not, they all now know exactly what it feels like to take a definitive piece of man-meat up their arses. I really enjoyed that and I hope you did too. I think we have set all of them on the straight and narrow and that they now know what their future is in this house. Anyway, Antaneus, we have just fucked them but I think that you as their master, should tell them that I do not object to their having sex among themselves. It is one thing to have had your arse fucked; but it can be very frustrating if you cannot exercise your own cock on someone else’s anus. So, Antaneus, let the lads know, that they can fuck each other as often as they wish when they are not required by me. I do not want frustration to build up among them. They are men, exactly like you and me; they have the same sexual needs; so I see no reason to deprive them of what is, at the end of the day, a completely natural act; we have to accept that young men love to fuck!”
Valerius then laughed: “Of course, they may not feel like exercising their tools on each other for a few days as they have just submitted to the knife. You know, Antaneus, I really like a cut cock. Yours is magnificent; you have a good rim to a well defined head and I hope that these lads all turn out looking good; because action apart, there is a great deal of aesthetic pleasure to be had from just looking at a well presented piece of man-meat. I wish that Roman customs were different, for under the present climate no Roman citizen could ever submit to circumcision; that is something reserved for slaves and the like. Now, Antaneus, if you feel up to it, I would very much like you to come with me to my bedroom and let me exercise my cock in well trodden territory for the rest of the evening.”
Of course, what Valerius really wanted was for Antaneus to fuck him for he had observed how powerfully Antaneus had thrust is cock into the young slaves. But, the divide between master and slave, however intimate their relationship, was still there and could not be crossed.
Antaneus had been treated by Valerius as an equal in the initiation ceremony. In spite of his misgivings it had all gone well and he had truly enjoyed himself, fucking five tight holes. But now that was over, true to his respectful nature, he reverted to his habitual role: “Master, if that is what you wish, then I can but obey.” So off they went together. As Valerius reamed Antaneus’s anus, he fantasized to himself of what it would be like if he could ever realise his most earnest desire: to allow Antaneus to fuck him.
In the weeks following the initiation ceremony, Valerius had great pleasure in getting to know each of his ten anus slaves on a personal basis. He saw the the circumcision been a great success and each of the ten young lads now had a splendid looking cock: tools to be proud of. And Antaneus told him that he thought the ten young slaves were very happy. They were delighted that they were allowed to have sex with each other; a pastime in which they now indulged themselves regularly with application and vigour. But they had all realised too that they were the property of Valerius and that they had to bow to his every wish; this they did with pleasure as they had all quickly realised that their lot in life was not an unhappy one. Antaneus found out from one of them, that they all looked forward to being called to serve Valerius, as they all enjoyed taking a very large cock up the holes. It was the same then as it is now: once accustomed to regular sex it becomes one of life’s greatest pleasures to be enjoyed as often as possible; that was true for Valerius, but equally for his slaves.
CHAPTER 6
Valerius was now almost twenty-one years of age and he decided that for his birthday he would throw a very special party for his friends: for those of his friends, that is, who were of the same persuasion as himself: guys who liked to fuck butt! His birthday was on August 24th and the party was planned for the evening of the 23rd of August as Valerius planned to make a special announcement at midnight to herald in his twenty first birthday and a new life style for himself. Of these plans, he spoke to no one, not even to his faithful slave Antaneus, with whom whom he regularly had sex several times a week.
No one other than members of the household other than Antaneus and Valerius plus the ten anus slaves had actually seen the newly decorated Camera Phallica and it was the intention of Valerius to make this the centre piece of the festivities. So on the evening of August 23rd, Valerius welcomed his many guests and served them refreshments in his huge living room. Everyone disrobed and the room was full of very attractive naked young men, with all that that implies! However, before any sex could take place – for everyone there had come for an evening of dissipated, non-stop oral and anal male sex – Valerius clapped his hands a twice upon which two slaves threw open the huge doors leading to the Camera Phallica, into which the assembled guests now moved.
In a city where artistic pornography reigned supreme, no one had ever seen such a magnificent series of portrayals of male, anal sex as adorned the walls of this room. Subject matter apart, they were all artistic masterpieces in their own right; but in their detail and exquisite rendering of the male body, they were totally explicit and left nothing at all to the imagination of the viewer. In fact, taken as a series, the numerous wall panels were more or less a text book guide to the whole field of anal sex: a sort of pictorial “how to do it” panorama. The whole lot simply took one’s breath away.
But breathtaking though the decorations were, the thing that blew the minds of the entire company was what Valerius had arranged for them in living flesh. You will remember, that Valerius had had installed a long table along one wall, fitted with ankle straps along the bottom rail and with a raised rail above the table surface also fitted with straps. Tonight was the baptism of this unusual piece of furniture which had hitherto never been used. Valerius had had all ten of his young Macedonian anus slaves bound to this table, so that they offered their anuses invitingly to all comers.
The sight was quite fantastic and boggled the imagination. The first slave was stretched across table with his arse angled at the edge of the table and his ankles strapped to the lower traverse, with his legs well spaced to give easy access to his anus. In contrast, the next slave was laid flat on his back, on the table, again with his buttocks near the edge whilst his legs were pulled up an attached by the ankles to the upper cross-rail. I suppose in modern parlance we would say that the first slave presented his anus in the rear entry position, whilst his neighbour found himself in the so-called mission position. And so it went on alternating, for the full length of the table.
Try, if you can, for a moment, to imagine the extraordinary sight which greeted the guests as they enter the Camera Phallica. They were confronted with a series of ten young men offering their anuses for immediate access to all-comers; half of them with their feet on the floor and half with their legs held up by their ankles in the air. It was an amazing sight and its purpose needed no commentary from Valerius. Never had any of his friends ever seen a presentation of ten young arses all waiting to be fucked. The whole thing was surreal.
As Valerius’s guests were taking in the extraordinary sight and prospect; for some of them were already straining at the reins, wanting to stick their cocks into one or other of the extraordinary attractive display of young buttocks on offer. Valerius had commanded his slaves to oil up the holes of the young supplicants, so that what was clearly going to be a monumental fuckfest would pass smoothly; and as they watched, the assistant slaves were finishing the oiling process. He wanted his guests to enjoy themselves, but equally he did not want his young slaves to have their sphincters ruined by the excessive zeal of his guests.
Within five minutes, all ten available holes were in use and some of his friends had to wait for a second round. The sight was now quite extraordinary. All ten young slaves had been mounted by one or another friend of Valerius’s eager to experience this unique copulative occasion. So, the onlookers, including Valerius himself, saw ten of his friends’ arses pumping away as their owners deep fucked the slaves. It was a totally unique occasion; an extraordinary sight and when the climaxes arrived there were huge emissions of creamy cum everywhere, which the assistant slaves started immediately to wipe up.
So, whilst his guests were enjoying the unique opportunity Valerius had offered them, he himself had moved off to a low couch and had motioned to Antaneus to join him there, where he fucked his favourite slave as hard as he could. Like everyone else, Antaneus included, Valerius was totally intoxicated by the homoerotic event he had organised; it was exceeding his wildest dreams. Muscular young men with big cocks were everywhere and as the evening progressed, there was no one at all who was not engaged in anal intercourse either with the slaves or with their own friends. Valerius looked on with satisfaction for he had truly conceived an extraordinary party. It was an almost phantasmagorical occasion, as if they whole thing were an illusion; a figment of the imagination; yet it was, in fact, real.
Midnight was fast approaching and Valerius asked Antaneus to be ready to receive him for a second time that evening, for he wished to draw the attention of his friends to the special bond which existed between him and his favourite slave. Valerius had not told Antaneus what he had in mind, but assured him that all would be well and that he was going to get the fuck of a lifetime.
So Valerius called for attention and presented Antaneus to the assembly: “My friends, I see you are all enjoying yourselves immensely, but if could ask your indulgence for a few moments. I would like to present to you my most trusted slave, Antaneus, without whom my life would be empty, for he is always there when I need him. So as it will be my twenty-first birthday will dawn in a few brief minutes, I would like to present to you all a unique act of copulation. As ever, it is I the master, who will shaft Antaneus, the slave, but believe me when I say that if Roman opinion were different, I would happily take him as my lover”
Antaneus, who had no idea where all this was leading, flashed a questioning look at his master, who led Antaneus by the hand and pushed him on his back onto the magnificent phallic table, the centre piece of the room. Then, pulling Antaneus’s legs over his shoulders, he proceeded to shaft him with his rock hard cock. Valerius then gradually built up his rhythm and increased the force of his thrusting, and at the same time took ever longer strokes, until finally he withdrew is cock totally from Antaneus’s anus before thrusting it back into him. Now it is not uncommon for experienced lovers to adopt such a technique, but what happened now was totally unexpected. Valerius went on and on pounding Antaneus, but each time he withdrew his cannon completely and then reinserted it with unerring aim into Antaneus. His friends went wild as they realised that Valerius was treating them to what was a display of virtuoso copulation. Valerius finally climaxed and shot his huge wad into Antaneus, who, himself climaxed simultaneously and covered both his own torso and Valerius’s chest and face with his equally prolific emission.
The guests roared their appreciation and gave a long round of applause to this monumental piece of fucking. Even those who had themselves been engaged with a partner paused to witness this extraordinary event.
The slaves rushed in and wiped both Valerius and Antaneus clean of the results of their efforts and Valerius offered Antaneus his hand and pulled him upright off the table: “ My friends it is now just midnight and my twenty-first birthday has dawned. As many of you know, Antaneus has long been my favourite slave and a regular sex partner; albeit one who, by virtue of his station in life, has hitherto been obliged to take and never to give. Well, you have all just witnessed the very last time that Antaneus has been obliged to take and not be able to do the same for his partner. As of now, that situation is changed. Antaneus, my friend, my dear friend I should say, I have the greatest pleasure and honour to declare you a freeman in front of all my friends here tonight. Antaneus as of this moment you are no longer my slave: you stand beside me here as a freeman.”
Antaneus was equally staggered by this announcement, as were all the others, for he had had no inkling of the momentous news which Valerius had just made public. Now as we have all seen, Antaneus was a highly articulate and philosophical young man, in spite of his lowly status, but as anyone else would have been by such a momentous announcement, he was totally overwhelmed by the turn of events and burst into tears.
Antaneus began: “Master…” to be cut short by Valerius:
“Antaneus, you are now a freeman. I am no longer your master and you need no longer address me as such. My name, in case you have forgotten it, is Valerius and it is by that name which I now expect to hear you address me.”
“Master; I mean Valerius, I had no idea that you were going to take such a step and I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. Slave or freeman, I am, as ever, your slave and will, as ever, do your bidding.”
“Antaneus, you are now free to do whatever you wish, without asking my consent. However, in celebration and confirmation of your newly acquired status, I would be honoured if you would now do to me what has so long been denied to you because of your status in Roman society.”
“Valerius; Master (he could not drop it just like that) you don’t mean that you wish me to fuck you in front of all these people. Do you?”
“Listen to me, Antaneus; look at what is happening here tonight. Everyone is here is naked and everyone is copulating with someone. This evening is given over to the pursuit and enjoyment of sex: it is a sex orgy! Just think about it. I have just given your arse a monumental pounding in front of all my friends; so why should you not exercise your new right and do the same for me. It’s no longer taboo. Antaneus; you are a freeman. Or perhaps you do not want to.”
“Valerius, you must surely know that here is nothing I want more than to become your true lover. Each time we have lain together, I dreamed of the unattainable day when I might do the same for you as you were doing for me; but I banished the thought from my mind as an impossible dream as I was a slave and you were a Roman. But now you tell me that that day has arrived, can hardly believe my ears; it is just so sudden and unexpected that I have not yet recovered from the shock which your announcement gave me.”
Valerius took that ever metaphorical bull by the horns as he himself went across to the phallic table and lay down on it, adopting the same position as he had had Antaneus do just a little while earlier: “Come Antaneus, take me as I took you. There is no longer any reason for you not to.”
And so, Antaneus did as requested and for the first time fucked his erstwhile master, Valerius, to the accompaniment of a round of applause from the other guests. Valerius’s word was law in the matter: Antaneus was free and he now had the right to act as any other freeman and, let us be clear, homosexual sex was not frowned upon in the Roman Empire and especially in the town of Pompei. The only previous impediment to the union of Antaneus with Valerius with Antaneus acting as penetrator had been his lowly status as a slave in Roman society.
Valerius then made a further announcement: “In celebration of my birthday, my ten young anus slaves shall now be relieved of their duties for this evening and shall be free to indulge their fancies with each other: in brief, they are free to enjoy the party as if they were my guests.”
The party went on until nearly seven o’clock on the morning of August 29th, Valerius’s twenty-first birthday. All the guests finally left and the slaves all went to their quarters to sleep. Not unnaturally, Valerius took Antaneus by the hand and led him to his bedchamber, where the two young men fell asleep together in the spacious bed which was to be found there. It was totally unspoken but both men understood that they were now what we, in modern day terms, would call an item. And do the two deliriously happy young men fell asleep beside each other.
CHAPTER 7
Valerius and Antaneus, exhausted by the festivities of the previous night, slept soundly together until midday, when a slave brought them some food. Having eaten, the two young men could not keep their hands of each other and Antaneus quickly mounted Valerius and started to fuck him. Their idyll was, however to be short-lived for at around one o’clock in the afternoon, the green mountain behind the house suddenly exploded into what was to be documented by observers as the most spectacular and devastating volcanic eruptions of all time on the Italian peninsula.
For several weeks prior to the eruption of the mountain we call Vesuvius, there had been earth tremors, which had not been taken seriously as the region around the Bay of Naples was subject to minor tremors on a regular basis. But at the first explosion, as a huge quantity of gas and rocks was projected into the air, an earthquake simultaneously shook the lower slopes of the mountain, exactly where the villa Nero was located. The violence of the shock was such that the roof of the villa collapsed directly onto all who happened to be there at that moment, killing them outright. A slighter after-shock then caused all the wall of the house to fall down, reducing in two minutes what had been the largest and finest villa of all Pompei to a pile of rubble. The eruption continued for two days and Pompei was covered in ash and molten rock to a depth of 3 metres. Two days after the eruption, Pompei had been completely obliterated: it had ceased to exist!
Pompei now lay forgotten for some 1500 years until it was rediscovered in 1580. However, excavations of the buried city did not commence until the mid eighteenth century; they still continue today, for the entire city has not yet been excavated. The Villa Nero, lying as it did on the edge of the city on the lower slopes of Vesuvius itself, remains buried to this day. If it finally excavated, perhaps the petrified bodies of Valerius and Antaneus will be unearthed in the act of sexual union in which they were engaged at the moment of their death. It will be quite unique if the remains of these two men are ever discovered for they will be proof of the vigorous homosexual culture which pervaded Pompei in the first century A.D. Valerius and Antaneus might one day become a monument to what was known as Sin City.
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