Roman Excess

Chapter 1

If there is one word which characterises life in ancient Rome it has to be excess: to coin a tautological phrase: excessively excessive excess. Behind closed doors, many members of the higher ranks of the patrician Roman society indulged in many activities, which we would find abhorrent today. No stigma at all was attached to high-born Roman men, whether married or not, having sex with other males. In fact, the Latin language, which all Romans spoke, had no exact word for homosexuality.  It was generally accepted, and, indeed was encouraged, as a sign of their superior masculinity, that freeborn, male, Roman citizens should indulge in anal sex with other males. Conventionally, however, it was accepted and assumed that they would take their partners from the plebeian ranks of society or consort with their own slaves and would only play the penetrative role, never allowing anyone from the plebeian ranks to penetrate them.

However, then as now, sexual attraction being what it is, obeyed no conventions, either legal or social and many high-born Roman men, married or not, had close male partners with whom they mutually shared all aspects of what we today would call, gay sex. It was not uncommon for an aristocrat to break what was considered be socially acceptable and have a male partner of a lower social class, with whom he enjoyed a full and satisfying sexual relationship as equals. Flavius, the main character of this story was aged just 20 at the time this story is set, in the first century AD.  He was precisely one of those rich young aristocrats, whose life revolved around sex in all its forms. But, as we shall see, he had a problem; he had a conscience, a rare attribute among the gilded youth to which he belonged. He actually cared about the slaves of his father’s household, many of whom he regularly fucked.

Our story beings in 37 AD, the year Caligula became the third Roman emperor of Rome, when the hero of this story, Flavius Aurelius Valerius, aged then just 15, was caught by his father, Cornelius, the richest man in Rome at the time, with his cock deeply embedded inside his personal body slave, Jason, by far the handsomest and most attractive of the many Greek slaves whom the household possessed. Cornelius decided that matters with his only son had gone quite far enough. In ancient Rome, the role of the body-slave, or Servus Corporis as he was known in Latin, was to accompany his Master everywhere and attend to his every need. But there were needs and needs; and the fact that Jason put his anus regularly at the disposal of Flavius, his young Master was a step too far in Cornelius’s view. As an acute observer of human sexual behaviour, of which there was a good deal to observe in Rome, Cornelius had a nasty suspicion that if his son was fucking his slave, might not the slave also be fucking his Master. One thing was sure; the first move, whenever it had occurred, had to have been made by his son. No slave, however handsome, would risk importuning his Master, in view of the terrible flogging to which he would be subjected if caught or denounced.

As did other aristocratic households with many slaves of all ranks, the house of Cornelius Aurelius Valerius, from time to time, flogged some poor slave, who had committed some fault, in front of his peers,. It it was by way of being example of what would happen to any of them if they stepped out of line. The sight of the back and arse of one their number bleeding profusely from twenty or more cuts of the whip was enough to extinguish any thoughts of rebellion. For his sin of obedience to his young Master, the handsome Jason was duly stripped naked and flogged in front of the other slaves. Cornelius made his son witness his lover’s flogging, during which Flavius wept for what his indiscretion had brought upon the young man. It was the first sign of Flavius’s conscience: a certain empathy, rare among the Roman patrician class, which Flavius was to exhibit throughout his life for everybody,  including  members  of the lowest class in society: the slaves. The unfortunate Jason was subsequently demoted from his plum position as body-slave to the son of the house and made to perform more menial duties. Flavius, for his part in this affair, was forbidden by his father, ever again even to speak to Jason. Jason considered himself lucky to have escaped from his sins with a flogging and not to have been sold to another Master to what would inevitably have been a socially inferior household.

Cornelius also had observed that Flavius, his only son and heir to the family wealth, had eyes as much for the younger members of his own sex as for girls.  It was not that Cornelius objected to his son having sex with another male, an act which in those days carried no stigma and one in which he himself still indulged from time to time. But he did not want his son to succumb to what he had correctly divined was a strong sexual attraction towards other members of his own sex to the complete exclusion of females. After all, in his view, his only son had a duty to make sure that he fathered a male heir to continue the illustrious Valerius dynasty. To ward of what he saw as his son’s homosexual tendencies, in what we all know today was a misguided attempt, doomed at the outset to failure, he decided that the sooner his son was married to a young and nubile female the better. He thought that once his son had a female sharing his bed on a nightly basis, he would appreciate the incontrovertible delights of fucking a female and would forget that he had ever pushed his dick up another man’s arse or, as Valerius strongly suspected, had taken another man’s meat inside himself.

Of course, as we in the 21st century now know, one cannot change either a male or female person’s inherent sexual orientation. But, this is something which medical science only accepted as a fact in the mid-late 20th century. As late as the 1950s, even in many, so-called advanced countries, attempts were still being made to cure men of their homosexuality by electric shock treatments to the brain. It is, therefore completely understandable that over two millennia earlier, Cornelius thought that he was doing the best for his son, to save him from a fate he considered worse than death; a life of rampant homosexuality.  It is curious that while it was accepted that free-born men could have anal sex with other men, usually from a lower social class, their own bodies were sacrosanct. Male-male sex was very much a one-way affair; the aristocrat fucked but did not allow himself to be fucked his partner. The idea that two males could live together, as if married to each other, was not a concept which Roman thinking then found palatable. That, anyway, was the accepted convention.

But sexual attraction, being what it is, convention be damned, gay, permanent relationships inevitably developed. And it is precisely to avoid his son, Flavius, establishing just such a relationship with a man from a lower social class that Cornelius decided that the sooner his son had a wife on whom he could exercise his obviously vigorous libido, the better. Cornelius as head of the house of Valerius, ruled as Pater Familias like an absolute monarch over everyone in his household: kith and kin, servants and slaves were all subject to his absolute, autocratic authority: his word was law. Flavius could do no other than obey his father’s wishes when, aged just 16, he was forced to marry the 15 year old Claudia Julius, the only child of the wealthy Quintus Publius Julius.  In forcing is only son to marry the only daughter of the Julius family, Cornelius killed two birds with one stone; not only had he saved his son from making what he saw as a dire mistake, but the marriage would unite two of the wealthiest families in Rome and in due course his only son, would become as rich as the mythical Greek, King Midas.

The match of Flavius, aged 16 and Claudia aged but 15 and a virgin at the time of her marriage, turned out to be a great success. Judged by the rate at which the young couple produced offspring, both Flavius and Claudia were obviously as keen on sex as a regular pastime in addition to its basic purpose: procreation. Until his wedding night with Claudia, Flavius had only ever had sex with Jason, his body-slave and, it has to be admitted, friend. But he found that having sex with a woman was not all that bad.  Claudia, once she had lost her virginity to Flavius, had a robust appetite for sex and welcomed the sexually extremely well-endowed Flavius inside her with an appetite and frequency, which were surprising, given her demure outward appearance. But still waters run deep and Claudia welcomed the orgasms, which Flavius quickly became adept in giving her.  But over and above the simple act of copulation, Claudia quickly became a competent and totally uninhibited lover and an expert in the art of fellatio, which act she frequently performed, much to her husband’s delight, on his impressive penis. Not surprisingly, as they fucked like rabbits, by the age of just 20, in four brief years of marriage, Flavius found himself the father of four children: three boys and one girl; Cornelius, surveying the result of his son’s handiwork, had good reason to be pleased; the succession of the family name was secure.

But had four years of what was a happy marriage for both Claudia and him, weaned Flavius away from his attraction by other men?  Not one bit! In fact, during the four years of their marriage, with his father no longer breathing down his neck, given his natural attraction towards other men and as in Rome, aristocratic married men having sex with other males was not frowned upon, Flavius exercised his new-found freedom with abandon. So, far from discouraging his son’s homosexual tendencies,  the freedom which his marriage had give him enabled Flavius, to stretch his gay, sexual wings totally without censure, in ways he had never thought possible,  He had sexual liaisons not only with several slaves of the Valerius household, but meeting like-minded men of his own class, which his marriage had socially opened up for him, he quickly found that as a scion of an aristocratic family he was not alone in being attracted towards members of his own sex. He threw convention to the winds and involved himself in a number of relationships which were mutually satisfying for both parties.

The first time he fucked and in return, allowed himself to be fucked by partners from the same social class to which he himself belonged, was to fly in the face of social convention; patrician men only fucked other men from lower social classes; or so social mores dictated. But, as we all know, sexual attraction takes no account of conventions and the desire to have a complete, mutual relationship with another man being so strong, that Flavius quickly succumbed to his own personal libido. When, after his marriage, he established several two-way, gay relationships it was first with partners – usually friends – from his own class; their joint liaisons, although considered unconventional by those who knew of them, did not give rise to adverse comments.

However, as sexual attraction was never class conscious, Flavius soon gave way to the temptation of several, good-looking, sexually well-equipped slaves of the household, who were only too willing to fuck clandestinely the son of their Master. So after four years of marriage, Flavius, leading the very active sex-life he did, now recognised and accepted the fact that he was bi-sexual and enjoyed having sex both with his wife and with a variety of men drawn from all strata of society. However, when push came to shove, as it inevitably did, it gradually dawned upon him that he enjoyed sexual relations with other men at least as much as those with his wife. With Claudia, whom he had come to love deeply, as in all marriages, it was he, who sexually did all the work, for which he had four children to show for his efforts. True Claudia, who was a very sensual woman, had become an expert at fellatio and was always willing to please him orally. But he and his male partners also sucked each other off and they could face fuck each other in a vigorous and brutal way he never dared to do with his wife. However, the main factor which encouraged the gay side of his character was that women do not possess the necessary equipment to fuck their husbands. Increasingly in his sex life he found that on any occasion when he had fucked his partner, he wanted, in turn, to be fucked back: to have his own anus penetrated by a big cock. As time passed, he felt incomplete and sexually unsatisfied without that return fuck from his partner, which forced him to the conclusion that although he was bisexual, his future sex life would be more orientated towards the homosexual give and take with other men.

Flavius found himself faced with a tricky problem; on the one hand, he loved his wife and willingly had regular sex with her. However, at the same time he wanted to go much further than the socially acceptable penetrative sex he was currently enjoying with men from a lower social class and move towards full-blown, mutual relationships with men of any class. Claudia was well aware of the intense libido of her husband and attached no importance to the fact that he indulged himself sexually with other men, as it was then the accepted custom. After all, he never deprived her of the sexual satisfaction which a husband owes to his wife. But it was one thing to tolerate a man occasionally straying from the straight and narrow and having penetrative sex with another man of a lower class but quite another to accept the sort of semi-permanent mutual, sexual relationship Flavius craved with other men.  It meant crossing the red line which separated what was socially acceptable and what was not. But sexual desire is a powerful motivator and that is exactly what Flavius was intent on doing, inhibited and hindered only by the fact that he and the entire household were under the patriarchal tutelage of his father, Cornelius, who, in his role of pater familias, ruled the roost with an iron hand.

Chapter 2

Cornelius, who had, with the best intention in the world, attempted to divert Flavius, when aged but 15, away from what he had correctly perceived as his son’s strong homosexual leanings, by forcing him into an early marriage with Claudia Julius, viewed his strategy as a great success. He had force his son to concentrate his sexual energy into producing a family of offspring with his wife Claudia ensuring the continuity of the family name for at least two generations. In four years later, their efforts had produced what, by then Roman standards, was considered a large family of four children. Romans at that time were keen on sex, but did not want a large number of offspring.  This may be a possible explanation of why homosexual sex between married men and other male partners was socially accepted. The Romans were wise enough to know that you could not stop a man from copulating; but by allowing him to fuck another man, without fear of opprobrium from his peers, was one way of avoiding another pregnancy for his wife.

This is not to say that the Romans did not practise contraception; they did.  Women drank a decoction of the seeds of Silphium, a now extinct plant of the fennel family, which, for several centuries, was reputed as a means of birth control, until its excessive harvesting by those inveterate copulators, the Romans themselves, rendered it extinct.  But more probably the techniques of coitus interruptus or anal intercourse of a man with his wife were more effective means of avoiding unwanted children. But condoms were also known to the Romans, in the form of a washable, reusable sheath made from animal parts, which were also available to upper class men.  Whatever methods Flavius employed to limit his family to four children were successful; after those first four fertile years of marriage to Claudia they never produced any more children.

Once Flavius was married, his father no longer objected to his son’s sexual liaisons with other men. How could he? It was an accepted fact of Roman life that upper class, free-born men were free to indulge in penetrative, anal sex with other males: a practice in which Cornelius, who was still sexually active outside his marriage to Ophelia, Flavius’s mother, still indulged regularly. It was out of the question that he should forbid his own married son to indulge in a socially accepted practice, in which he, as pater familias, still indulged himself and from which he still derived so much pleasure. Cornelius had, in fact, dismissed from his mind that his son at 15 had shown strong homosexual tendencies. The fact that Flavius had fathered four children in the four years of his marriage was proof positive enough for Cornelius that his only son – his only child – had been cured of his unfortunate tendencies. As a married, family man, there was no reason why Flavius should not enjoy the freedom of stigma-free, penetrative, anal sex with other men as he, Cornelius, did, as it purported to show the sexual superiority and dignity of the high-born male in what was an essentially plebeian world.

Of course, from what we already know about Flavius’s sexual ambivalence and his attraction towards members his own sex, coupled with the vigour and regularity with which he conducted his sexual encounters with other men, confirmed what was obvious: a leopard did not change its spots and Flavius’s true homosexual tendencies were hidden in the idyllic marriage he had with Claudia. And, make no mistake, they were a perfectly matched couple; both of them loved sex and Claudia saw nothing unusual with her husband having sex from time to time – or she thought – with other men.  It was just that neither his wife nor his father were aware at the time the extent and frequency of Flavius’s involvement with other men. For four glorious years Flavius had both run with the hare and hunted with the hounds; he had managed both to have his cake and eat it. But even now, as he realised that things had to change, come what may, he wanted to have full, mutually satisfying, sexual relationships with other men in addition to maintaining his relationship with his wife.

Forget the hide-bound ideas of the Roman aristocracy: that it was accepted to indulge in penetrative, anal sex with other socially inferior men but never to allow oneself to be penetrated; what Flavius wanted was to have total freedom to have fully mutual, give and take, no-holds-barred, sexual relations with any man who took his fancy. Conventions be damned; he wanted to fuck other men and, in turn, be fucked by them; and he also wanted to be able to have sex with young men of his own social stratum, of whom he discovered to his delight, there were many of the same sexual persuasion as himself and who, like him, often married, were figuratively straining at the ropes for wider sexual freedom.  Above all, he wanted the freedom to be able to lead a sexual life with other men of his choice, whatever their origin and social standing; but, at the same time he did not want to become an outcast from the society to which, by birth, he belonged. And then there was the question of what to do about his marriage to Claudia and the family of our offspring they had created together, all of whom he still loved dearly. In a nutshell, Flavius wanted the not only sun and the moon, but the stars as well: he wanted the whole bloody lot! To say that at this point in his life that Flavius was in a dilemma was to put things mildly.

But then fate intervened and turned everything on its head. His father Cornelius, himself then still a young man of 40 and sexually very active, both with his wife, Octavia, Flavius’s mother and with other men, suddenly dropped dead from a heart-attack. This event was totally unexpected and without warning. Cornelius, with no outwards signs that anything was wrong with him, stood up to leave the table after a meal with his wife and in front of her and the household slaves who waited at table, keeled over and was dead before he hit the floor.

His death, tragic as it was, gave Flavius the opportunity to organise things as he wanted. On his father’s death, Flavius, at the very young age of 20, became the titular head of the Valerius household; he inherited the entire Valerius fortune making him one of the richest men – possibly the richest man – in Rome. In becoming pater familias of the Valerius household, a title which, given his four children, he richly merited in its literal sense, his word became law in the house; and this applied not only to the slaves, servants and hangers-on who abounded in the large household, but also to his kith and kin. The hitherto autocracy of his father, under which he had been forced to live all his life, outwardly at least, according to social conventions, was now his; and his alone. He was henceforth the family autocrat, whose word was law and had to be obeyed.

But being in a position where his authority was absolute did not solve his immediate problems. He knew he could do as he wished as far as his sex life with other men was concerned and that everyone, including his immediate family, like it or not, would have to stomach it. But bisexual as he knew he was and still loving deeply Claudia and their children, he wanted to continue his happy conjugal life with her.  But at the same time he wanted to build a parallel, formal gay life with men of his choice, which would be accepted by Claudia. In other words, he wanted to formalise what Claudia, like most high-born Roman women of the time were all tacitly forced to accept, that their husbands were casually fucking other men in addition to the conjugal relations they enjoyed with their wives. In other words, Flavius wanted to continue to run with the hare and hunt with the hounds as he had hitherto done clandestinely; but this time with the full acceptance of his wife.

After considerable thought as to the best way to approach this difficult task which, at first sight, was akin to squaring a circle, he decided to take the bull by the horns and discuss his sexual dilemma with his wife. To his immense surprise, Claudia’s attitude to his revelation that the man to whom she was married, with whom she had produced four children in the four years of their marriage and with whom she still enjoyed frequent sex, was completely bisexual, was amazingly understanding.  She was not fazed when he explained to her that his sexual frequentation of men of lower social classes was not to show his superiority as was generally the braggadocio case of free-born men like him men of his social class, but a genuine love and need of homosexual sex, an act which was as much a necessity to him as was having sex with her.  And even when he confessed that he had already committed the ultimate sin of allowing himself to be penetrated by other men of a lower class with whom he had consorted, she took the news with amazing equanimity.

Claudia had the wisdom, way beyond her young years, to understand Flavius’s attraction towards members of his own sex, was not something which could be wished away. It was a fact of life which she would either have to live with or leave him. She could easily divorce Flavius as there were no legal formalities in ancient Rome; one or both parties to a Roman marriage simply had to consider themselves no longer married. It was deemed advisable to notify the other party, but not even legally required that one do so. No public authority was involved; Romans didn't get a divorce; they simply separated and that was that. And this is what Flavius had expected his wife to do; but Claudia had other ideas. After four years of marriage and four children to show for it, Claudia, who was also a very sensual person and revelled in the close sexual relationship she had always enjoyed with her sexually very-well-endowed husband, decided that she would stay.  Better the devil you know than the devil you don’t was her attitude. She had lived in complete sexual harmony with Flavius for four years, in spite of his homosexual philandering. So why rock the boat?

In spite of everything she still loved Flavius deeply; he was still an expert and ardently frequent lover and time had not tarnished the pleasure she – actually both of them – still derived from having sex together; and there were their four children to consider, all of whom both of them adored and whom she did not wish to deprive of their father. After all, like all upper class Roman wives she had known about his sexual relations with other men, which were considered as completely normal in marriages at the time and carried no social stigma. If now he wished to plunge himself more deeply into homosexual relations with other men and plough what was, at that time, a completely new furrow, provided he still treated and serviced her sexually as his wife, why should she object and upend what had become a very comfortable and pleasant life in the Valerius household?   Surprisingly, it was she, who now took the initiative and made a proposal to Flavius, which he had never dreamed of, which truly did allow him to have the best of both worlds: to have his cake and eat it.

What Claudia proposed, was that they continue to live together as man and wife with their children, but that Flavius could lead a parallel, separate life with men of his choice, provided it was done discreetly. But Claudia also insisted that if they remained together, that Flavius must promise her faithfully that she was, and would remain, the only woman in his life. He was free to indulge in sex with other men as he wished; but there were to be no other women.  Given that his bi-sexual orientation was more heavily towards men than women, Flavius was overjoyed to receive this approbation of his new life style, which as head of the Valerius household he knew that Claudia could not veto. But, nevertheless, as the two were still completely in love with each other and as Valerius had never had sex with a woman other than Claudia nor she with anyone but him, this was a restriction which Valerius joyously accepted.

Left to his own devices aged 15, when his father had caught him in flagrante in the act if fucking another boy, had he he not been bulldozed by into marriage with Claudia, Flavius would never have even looked at a woman.  But the marriage had turned out, against all odds, to be a success. Flavius had been totally faithful to Claudia and had never even glanced at another woman. The proposed agreement with Claudia was utter perfection for Flavius; he could maintain his married life and sexual relations with his wife, whom he still loved deeply; but at the same time he was a free to indulge his irrepressible homosexual bent as he wished. Of course, given his status as pater familias of the Valerius household, he could do exactly as he wanted. But the agreement with Claudia, avoiding any animosity, certainly made life easier. And so, aged now just 21, Flavius was as free as a bird; he could run with the hare and hunt with the hounds.  He was sexually completely free of any family constraints; and as for what society thought of the sexual life he proposed lead; well, they could go to hell with their disapproval. He had the bit between his teeth and the financial means to please himself. It was his life and henceforth he meant to live it as he wished.

Chapter 3

Flavius had promised Claudia that he would be both discreet and discrete with his homosexual life.  The Villa Valerius stood in a generous 10 acres of grounds, in which, remote from the present villa, which in itself was vast, he decided to build a pavilion dedicated his passion for male-male sex. This new building he called Casa Priapus, in honour of the Greek God, Priapus, the son of Dionysus and Aphrodite, who was revered as a minor deity of animal and vegetable fertility.  Adopted enthusiastically by the Romans from the Greeks, Priapus had come to be accepted as the deity who represented the extremes of male sexuality. In the many wall paintings and statues which the Romans created in his honour throughout the Empire, he was always shown as having a grotesquely huge, circumcised penis.  Whether this was an encouragement or not for Roman males to cultivate their own endowments is unclear; but what is certain, in the Roman Empire, as elsewhere and as is still the case today, athletic men with large penises were admired and viewed with envy.

Flavius himself was a muscular man, well endowed sexually and completely uninhibited when it came to using his equipment on other men and on the only woman in his life: his wife, Claudia. But there was much more to his character than being a serial copulator; he was naturally endowed with a fine aesthetic sense in everything he did, which, given his new freedom to do exactly as he wished, was to blossom forth into visual beauty. Externally the Casa Priapus, with its colonnades, was an architectural triumph. Unconstrained by any financial considerations, he commissioned the best living architect to design it and employed only the best of materials in its construction. Its principal reception room, where he intended to entertain his friends to excessively erotic evenings of what we today refer to as gay-sex, was decorated in a style which left no doubt as to its purpose.  

Around the walls he had commissioned a frieze of muscular, naked males cast in bas-relief, engaged in sexual activities with each other. One figure was connected to the next, either anally or orally, by the generous penis of its immediate partners, so that the whole tableau, which stretched, unbroken, around all four walls was a continuous visual representation of the two main aspects of male-male sex. Like many erotic artefacts, it was exquisitely beautiful, but simultaneously, incredibly evocative, stimulating Flavius’s guests to emulate what they were seeing.  Magnificently artistic and sexually arousing to the viewer though the frieze was, the decoration did not stop there. The walls were divided into panels, in each of which was an erotic painting of naked, young men, artistically posed, enjoying themselves sexually with each other. Adjacent panels were separated by inset niches, in which erotic male statues were lodged. And to complete the permanent decorative elements of the room, there was, in the centre, a large fountain composed of a group of muscular, well-endowed young men, artistically entwined, copulating both orally and anally with each other. To any discerning eye, the whole room was a highly successful celebration of homo-erotic art. But whatever the subject matter, the overall effect was an artistic triumph of the highest order. It was a credit to Flavius, who had conceived it and also to the artists, sculptors, craftsmen and artisans, whose joint skills had realised this truly artistic Masterpiece of phallic art. If the God, Priapus had been looking down, he would have been pleased at what had been created in his name.

But there was still the furniture to attend to; after all, one cannot invite one’s friends to an evening of sexual pleasure and expect them to thrash around, copulating on the floor. Flavius commissioned a series of 12 homoerotic looking couches – the Romans loved to lounge both to take indulge in their sexual pleasures and to eat – with bronze legs cast in the form of erect phalluses and feet representing a man’s testicles. Additionally he had a number of small, side tables made, whose circular tops were supported on legs made in the form of three naked youths, each with an oversize, erect penis, curving gracefully upwards. Then, there was the final, crowning piece of furniture:  a long, narrow table on six stout, bronze ornamental legs, four at the corners and two in the middle of the long side. This table was long enough to accommodate ten men, side by side, either flat on their backs or with their feet on the floor, bent across the table.  In both cases the objective was to give access to ten anuses, which could be simultaneous penetrated by a bevy of ten erect cocks.

Visually, the room was a stunningly homoerotic Masterpiece; but all decoration, including the furniture, was so exquisitely designed and wrought as to be a feast for the eyes of any viewer possessed of the slightest appreciative sense of what was a truly aesthetic ensemble. Homoerotic it certainly was and its purpose required no explanation as it exuded sex from every pore of its fabric. Celebrating the God Priapus and all that he stood for, in all its pornographic glory, it had been so finely conceived by the hitherto unacknowledged, discerning eye and taste of Flavius, that even the most disapproving viewer could never have called it vulgar. It was a bench-mark, or better said, a milestone in Rome. An absolute Masterpiece of homoerotica, the Casa Priapus would doubtless celebrate male homosexuality as it had always existed in Rome, but in a way in which it had hitherto never before been so overtly recognised by the upper classes.

Valerius’s goal was to liberate male homosexuality of upper-class men such as himself from the constraints to which it had, in the past, been subjected; to finally acknowledge that homosexual males of all classes wanted both to fuck and be fucked.  His objective was that if two men wanted to have sex together, then they could do exactly as they wanted, both to and for each other. Banished forever was to be the presently accepted, one-way concept that upper-class men, in some way superior to other men, could fuck men of a lower social class but not the inverse; homosexual sex was to become a totally mutual affair between equals. Of course, this equality did not exclude theatrical performances of anal and oral sex staged before a group of eager onlookers.

Chapter 4

The Casa Priapus was finished and ready for use as a stately pleasure dome (apologies to Xanadu) dedicated to the celebration of male homosexuality in all its forms.  Flavius had, for the four years of his marriage, during which he had continued, as was the accepted norm, to have sexual relations with other men, whom he had drawn as socially acceptable, subservient partners from the numerous male slaves of the Valerius household. He had scrupulously observed the conventions that such relationships were strictly one way. He had fucked his partner, but had never allowed, as he had often wanted, his partner to fuck him. To use a slang expression, for an AC-DC man such as Flavius, who needed both to fuck and to be fucked by other men, adhering to this convention required enormous will-power and strict self-discipline. Flavius, to satisfy his carnal desire to have a full give and take relationship, in which his own anus was penetrated, had thus been forced to stray from the straight and narrow path of convention. He had found, among the Roman aristocracy – in the event, an amazingly simple task – a number of young men of similar persuasion, all of whom were bound by the same hide-bound, restrictive social conventions as he was. Unbeknown to any of his family, including his wife, he had, over the past four years developed with several, like-minded young men, a number of mutually satisfying intimate relationships. These communicants he frequently invited to share and participate in the sexual freedom offered by the discreet confines of the Casa Priapus, entrance to which was forbidden to any members of the Valerius household.

Until he became head of the Valerius family, Flavius had never bought a slave. His late father, Cornelius, had always handled the purchasing of slaves, of whom the household possessed well over 100.. However, having built the Casa Priapus, Flavius decided that he would endow it with a complement of new slaves, some of whom would be devoted purely to matters sexual. But first he purchased a new complement of household slaves, all male, whose job it was to see to the smooth functioning of the Casa Priapus. However, with the Roman enthusiasm for male-male sex, he intended to make the Casa Priapus a temple to homosexuality, in which he and his friends could indulge their every sexual whim away from prying eyes. To this end and with unlimited financial means at his disposal, Flavius made his first visits to several of the many slave traders in Rome, who specialised in supplying young men aged upwards of 16 years explicitly for sexual purposes.

The renown and wealth of the Valerius family was well known in Rome and had preceded Flavius in his slave purchasing venture, as had the rumour that the young pater familias of the family was throwing convention to the winds and was intend to buy a number of attractive young men, who has slaves would constitute a sort of male harem located in a new building completely separate from the main Villa Valerius and dedicated to serving their new Master with what are politely known as pleasures of the flesh. The Romans were well aware from their marauding expeditions into the Arab lands of the Mediterranean, that upper class Arabs usually had several wives and concubines, who lived in luxurious seclusion in a harem, protected from predatory sex with men other than their husbands by a group of eunuchs, who were thanks to castration unable to raise the flag and impregnate the women they were protecting. What Flavius was proposing to establish was tantamount to male harem in Rome itself: a group of attractive young men, who would be sex-slaves for him and his friends.

Once the merchants sensed that here was a potential, new and rich customer, who was, additionally looking to purchase male slaves for more than household duties, all stops were pulled put to present to him the absolute cream of what was currently available. Black slaves of African origin or descent were quite a common feature in ancient Rome, although  the Valerius household had never possessed any. It was, therefore, not surprising when at the first slave-dealer he visited and found himself presented with the first black slave he had ever seen in his life that Valerius found himself thunderstruck.

To an aesthete like Flavius, this black man was a revelation; one, which was to change his outlook on life completely.  Irrespective of the colour of his skin, to a man of Flavius’s refined aesthetic tastes, this African slave was the embodiment of physical perfection: the absolute quintessence of sexual desirability: the ultimate, exquisitely perfect expression of male beauty and sexuality. He had been born into slavery in Rome to second generation, African slave parents and was, in fact, not very black, but had skin of a rather attractive shade of brown; he answered to a Roman name, Maro, and spoke Latin as his mother tongue.  Romans always wished to see exactly what they were buying in terms of human livestock; and so, as was the custom, Maro was presented for sale completely naked. Sensing that he was about to catch a big fish, the slave-dealer had made a great effort to show his prize offering in the very best light. He had, therefore taken the exceptional step of oiling Maro’s naked body, so that the young man’s gorgeous musculature gleamed in the sunlight.

Maro could not have been more than 18-19 years old, but he had already an exquisitely muscular, athletic build, with a fine set of pectoral muscles, coupled with a well-defined, rippling abdomen, which testified to a young man who was both proud of, and also took care of, his body. But, looking at Maro also gave credence to the widely held belief that black African men have bigger penises than their white homologues. Flavius, to whom, as to most homosexuals, the sexual endowment of other men was highly important, was stunned by the size of Maro’s penis, which was at present flaccidly relaxed and descended gracefully, eight, well-balanced, plump rubbery inches, over his balls, which were held close to his body. It ended in a superbly rounded head, set off from the impressive shaft by the stark relief of a clearly defined rim, free of any ill-defined remnants of residual foreskin.  This was the first time that Flavius had ever seen a circumcised cock, and such a large one to boot; not surprisingly, he was utterly entranced by what he saw.

In fact, Maro had a sexual endowment most men would die for. Viewing Maro’s cock it in its present quiescent state, Flavius was already practically drooling at the mouth wondering just how big that magnificent fuck-stick would be when it was fully hard and prepared for action. He motioned to Maro to turn himself around and was presented with an alluring pair of muscular, rounded buttocks, separated by a deep crevice, just asking to be parted by a rampant cock. Flavius was already trying to envisage how delicious it would be to thrust this own considerable meat between those two impressive mounds.  He could almost feel his own cock stretching what he imagined would the powerful anal sphincter muscles, protecting Maro’s tight little anus, whose initial resistance, in his mind’s eye, he was already overcoming ,with one firm, smooth  thrust of his rock-hard rod  as he sank it to the hilt into the slave’s arse.

The it suddenly it him; Maro’s superb phallic cannon supported by his testicular gun carriage had been thrown into thrown into clear relief by the removal of his pubic hair. In fact, on closer inspection, Flavius saw that, other than the hair on his head, Maro’s gleaming body had been shaved clean of any hair whatsoever. It was, for Flavius, if not a case of love, then at least of lust, at first sight. He knew he had to have Maro; a price, was quickly agreed with the dealer and Maro became Flavius’s property to do with as he wished. Any thoughts of continuing with what he had originally envisaged, to use a modern expression, as a shopping expedition, for the express purpose of acquiring several male slaves for sexual purposes, were forgotten. Flavius now had only one immediate objective: to get Maro back to the Casa Priapus and explore the sexual delights of his new slave’s gorgeous body and monumental cock. 

Maro was the first slave that Flavius had ever bought for the explicit purpose of sex. In active exercise of his bi-sexual libido, Flavius had, over the past four years, had sex with other slaves of the Valerius household; but such relations had been an adjunct to the slaves’ normal functions as unpaid servants in the household. As they walked back to the Casa Priapus together, Flavius had never felt so erotically aroused at the prospect of having sex with any other man, whether slave or social equal, as he now felt about Maro. His own uncontrollable erection was hidden under the voluminous toga he was wearing. But with that mind of its own, his cock was already raging away with anticipation of forthcoming sex and exuding pre-cum. Just looking at Maro, Flavius was in such an aroused state that it was all he could do to restrain himself from tearing the clothes off his slave and fucking him there and then in the street. It is worth noting that, great and regular practitioners of sex though they undoubtedly were, Roman men were always modest in their attire in public. There was no tradition, even in sporting events, of male athletes showing their all, as was the case among the Greeks.  Roman men did not vaunt their crown jewels in public. But underneath the cloak of overt, moral  rectitude, sex, in all its forms, was, as ever, alive and well.

Flavius was fervently hoping that Maro would become a vigorous sex partner for him, always available to do his bidding, leading him to ever more exciting, hitherto unexplored, penetrative, homosexual, gymnastic exploits.  He hoped too that Maro would prove to have an active sexual appetite for other men to match that of his own. He wanted the young man also to enjoy their couplings, which promised to be very frequent, in view of his quasi-insatiable need to exercise that side of his libido, which directed him regularly towards fuckong other men. Flavius had no idea at all as to Maro’s personal sexual orientation. He knew only what he had seen; but if, as Flavius fervently hoped, Maro was sexually attracted towards members of his own sex, then all to the good. However, if Maro turned out to be a red-blooded heterosexual, then he would have to learn that in his new post, his first and most important task would be to provide a welcoming anus for his new Master to fuck: as a slave he had absolutely no say in the matter.

Just as Flavius could fuck Maro as and when he wished, if he, the Master ordered Maro to do the unthinkable for a slave and fuck him,  then that is what the young-man had to do, like it or not! There was, however, a potential fly in the ointment; if Flavius ordered Maro to fuck him, there was no guarantee that the lad, willing though he himself might be, would be physically able to obey the order. To play the active, top role in sex, whether hetero or homo, depends on the top’s ability to field a rock-hard fuck-stick at the appropriate moment. But, as we all know, a man’s cock has a mind of its own and can, on occasions, be wilfully disobedient and decline to rise to the occasion, whereas at other times, it embarrasses its owner by sticking itself out, uncalled for, like a sore thumb. In its own way it is in charge of its actions, as is a horse, which can be led to water, but cannot be made to drink if it does not wish to do so.

Thus if Valerius were to order Maro to fuck him, as, ignoring social convention, he might well do – he  had already had thoughts of allowing himself to be penetrated by the biggest and most beautiful penis he had ever seen – if  Maro’s cock decided not to play ball, then there was nothing either of them could do about it.  So as they progressed towards the Casa Priapus and their first assignation together, Valerius was quite sure that he could uphold his own honour, as his cock was telling him in no uncertain terms from the moment he had first set eyes on Maro that it wanted to fuck him; but he was less sure about a potential return bout from his new slave, who was still an unknown quantity.

Flavius had not yet made it clear to Maro, the purpose behind his purchase. For all Maro knew, he was to be a household slave and do the bidding of Flavius, his new Master, who, by any standards, was also a sexually attractive young man. Arriving at Casa Priapus, Flavius, who could not wait to initiate his new slave into his role his principal, in-house, anal slave, took Maro straight to his own bedroom and told him to take off his clothes as he had a special assignment for him. Whilst Maro was stripping, Flavius did likewise. A minute or so later, the two young men, Maro, the slave, aged 19 and Flavius, Maro’s new Lord and Master, head of the House of Valerius, aged but 21,  but already with four children to his name, stood there feasting their eyes on each other. Flavius had already seen and been visually seduced by the exquisite naked beauty of his new slave at the slave dealer’s.

Now seeing him for the second time within an hour, in private and on a one-to-one basis, he was not at all disappointed in his acquisition. As he gazed in admiration at Maro’s beauty, his heart jumped for joy as he saw that magnificent piece of uncontrollable manhood between his slave’s legs was already beginning its upward journey; as he watched, before his very eyes, Maro’s impressive, soft penis was transforming itself into a rock-hard fuck-stick, which within half a minute was pointing itself arrogantly at his Master. Maro had the biggest cock Flavius had ever seen –and he had seen a lot. As it now was, ready for action, its huge. circumcised head glistening with a generous emission of pre-cum, it measured ten inches, straight as a die, with a diameter of just over two inches.  As he was now seeing Maro completely aroused just by the act of looking at his new Master, Flavius knew that his initial fears that his slave might be unable to raise the flag, even if ordered to do so, were totally unfounded. From what he was seeing, his new slave had all the appearance of being an Alpha Cocksman: an expert at drilling arse.

Whilst Flavius was visually taking in the magnificently muscular physique and sexual attributes,of his new slave, Maro was likewise visually assessing his new Master. Other than telling Maro to take off his clothes, not another word had passed between them. But now, with the two young studs both naked and sizing each other up, words were superfluous as it was obvious where all this was leading. Maro, one of life’s realists, did not need Flavius to tell him what he already knew about himself; that he was exceptionally well-endowed sexually, which was a fact. But now that he was seeing Flavius naked for the first time, the slave saw that he and his new Master were physically a well-matched pair. True, in terms of penis size, Flavius could not quite match Maro – but few men could; and anyway, Maro knew for a fact that black Africans generally had bigger cocks than Europeans. But looking at his Master’s cock, which was pointing directly at him, rigidly erect, he saw that Flavius was blessed with a more than credible erection: some 8 inches long and with a girth equivalent to his own; all in all, his new Master possessed a formidably long piece of hard-meat. And in terms of muscular development, Maro saw that his Master was obviously as proud of his own body as he himself was of his: he had that type of musculature which testified to many hours of regular exercise.

Flavius, fully aware that he was being visually assessed by his slave, was utterly blown away by what he saw. As Maro was his slave, he did not need any permission to do anything he wanted with or to him. Flavius could hold his libido in check no longer; as he answered the powerful call of sex, throwing convention to the winds, Flavius, the Master, dropped to his knees in front of Maro, his slave, and started hungrily licking his cock. He soon had circumcised head of Maro’s penis in his mouth and started sucking him off.  Flavius was no newcomer the art of fellatio, both actively and passively, but never before had he taken a cock the size of Maro’s into his mouth. Maro, seeing what was obviously his new Master’s intention, like the good slave and servant he was, quickly proved himself  sexually alert and obliged Valerius by starting to fuck his face. He began very gently at first; but, as is usually the case with any form of sexual intercourse, whether oral or anal, hetero or homo, lust very quickly takes control of the active partner’s actions, as he finds himself caught up and controlled by the stimulation of the sex act. Although it would be an exaggeration to say that Flavius took the entire 10 inches of Maro’s erection down his throat in this, their first act of union, he nevertheless took a sizeable length.  However, Flavius did not allow Maro enough time to fuck himself to orgasm and dump his load into his  mouth, as he suddenly disengaged himself from his slave’s cock and told Maro to lie flat on the his back on the bed.

Flavius proceeded to lubricate both Maro’s anus and his own cock with oil, before spreading his slave’s legs, kneeling down between them, he lifted them against his torso and held them vertical against his chest, one each side of his head. As he pushed the tip of his cock against Maro’s  tight little anus, he felt the automatic reflex tensing of his slave’s anal sphincters, before stretching his tight pucker with one firm thrust of his cock-head and sliding his full length into his passage in one uninterrupted smooth movement. In total control, Flavius began that classic to and fro, reciprocating movement, which is the essence of sexual intercourse, whether hetero or homo.  His signature technique, whether fucking his wife or another man, was always the same. He gave his bottom partner long strokes of his sizeable cock, withdrawing himself almost completely before making his next thrust. But for the very first time – and remember, Flavius had been fucking butt since he was 15 years old – he suddenly felt the need to satisfy his slave as much as he needed – and intended – to satisfy himself.

Until now, like most men, when he was topping another slave, or even a free-man of a lower class than himself, he had only ever thought of his own satisfaction. Most encounters hitherto had ended, after a few minutes of frenzied thrusting with both him and his partner maniacally jerking themselves off to completion. But now, with himself  in the dominant position, in this, his first sexual union with Maro, his slave: his toy: his possession, with whom he could do absolutely anything he wanted, he suddenly knew that he wanted to please him as much as he wanted – and needed – to satisfy his own libido. Why he suddenly felt this way about a young black slave, whom he had just bought, he had no idea. But Flavius knew he did; moreover, he had already sensed that Maro was to occupy a very special place in his life.

With his dick still deep inside Maro,  he began fucking him in earnest, which, at that moment, he not only wanted, but also needed to do. He was so sexually aroused by what he had just done for his slave orally, it suddenly hit him that when he had sex with his wife, he always climaxed inside her and left her with his load of life-creating man-juice inside her, as four children in four years testified. Moreover, he normally succeeded in taking his wife through to her own climax, which always occurred simultaneously with his own; and at that marvellous moment, they clung tightly together, often bathed in sweat, whilst he jerked his load into her. It was due to the regularity of Flavius’s stellar, conjugal performance as much as to the fact that she was still deeply in love with him that Claudia had agreed to stay with him and accept that she would share him sexually with a number of men. 

All this flashed through Flavius’s mind with his cock still buried deeply inside his new slave, to whom he was just about to give his maiden fuck – from his Master, that is; for it was obvious from what had already passed between them that Maro was a young man of considerable prior sexual experience. Flavius’s reflections had set him thinking; if he were able to take his wife through to orgasm simultaneous with his own, then why should he not do the same for another man whom he was fucking, or vice versa, if he allowed another man to fuck him? After all, he reasoned to himself, what usually happened between two men when they had sex, was that the top vigorously fucked the bottom and then, still far away from any orgasm for either of them, he withdrew himself; top and bottom then proceeded to jerk themselves off manually each towards his own independent climax. It has to be admitted, this he had done himself, times without number;  it was the classic way two men fucked each other,  two millennia later, it is still largely the same today.

But one thing he knew for sure; the orgasm he achieved when he fucked his wife, which was, perforce, without any manual stimulation, was much more pleasurable and intense than that produced by jerking himself off. It was with this thought in mind that he withdrew himself almost completely from Maro’s anus and prepared himself for his first true thrust. This was, in its way, a minor historic occasion. For Flavius, fucking Maro would be the first time he had ever had sex with a slave, whom he had bought for that express purpose. But it was also by way of being the initiation of the Casa Priapus into its true vocational purpose – if one can attribute a vocation to an inanimate building : that of a place dedicated to the practice and celebration of homosexual sex. As he looked down on the smiling, handsome face of Maro, who as yet was unaware of his destiny with Flavius, he simply said: “Maro, just hold your kit out of the way whilst I fuck you and brace yourself; this is going to be a hard ride; don’t think of working your cock with your hand. Just leave everything to me.”

With that, Flavius thrust his cock, with considerable force, back into Maro’s passage, burying it again up the hilt. It is said that many a true word is spoken in jest and from that first thrust onwards, Flavius saw that what he had said about a hard ride would be truer then he had ever imagined – at least for himself. He had made the comment as he saw from the outset that his intention to attempt to bring both himself and Maro to simultaneously coordinated climaxes would require a great deal of effort by him as prime mover. But when he made that remark it had been off-the-cuff and he had not counted on what amounted to passive – or if not quite passive – invisible, resistance from Maro. Obviously well versed in the finer, often illusive  points, of anal sex, the moment Maro felt that Flavius was ready to begin seriously to fuck him, he automatically flexed his anal sphincters and gripped his Master’s cock, if not in a vice-like grip, at least very firmly. As he made his first thrust, Flavius knew immediately that his cock was being held in the grasp of Maro’s anal muscles and that his slave, quite passively, was determined to wring the last ounce of pleasure for himself out of what his new Master was about to do to him. But, at the same time, Flavius, providing the entire physical effort behind all that was happening, realised that he too would benefit from the added friction which Maro was bringing to bear by gripping his cock.

What Maro did not know, was that Flavius was intent on giving them both a totally new sexual experience; but then, how could he as the two of them had never had sex together? But Flavius had already decided to that by fucking Maro long and hard, exclusively with his cock, they would both climax together; if things went as planned, he would dump his load deep inside of Maro, who would – and this was thing – simultaneously climax and ejaculate his own load over both his own and his Master’s torsos. Flavius had hitherto never even managed to climax himself and dump his own load inside any sex partner, of whom he had had plenty over the past four years. Now, here he was, in a braggadocio, look-at-me stance, in his first act of anal copulation with his new slave, a totally unknown quantity, not only fucking him for the first time, but envisaging also bringing them both to a simultaneous climax, using only his cock.

If Roman pigs had had wings, at that moment, they would have flown!  Flavius had romantically seen himself as an Alpha Male, drenched in the sweat, due to the immense physical effort he had just made, collapsing post-coitally on top of Maro, their two bodies united as one by Maro’s semen, enjoying together the afterglow of those few, fleeting, euphoric moments, when they had exploded together in two simultaneous orgasms. That had been Flavius’s dream.  But man’s best laid plans often go awry and any competent cocksman would have told Flavius that he was pissing into the wind. He had never yet even managed to bring himself to orgasm inside of one of the many male partners he had had over the past four years; so his ambition to take both himself and Maro to the sublime heights on their first union was really pie in the sky. But like many enthusiasts before him, he saw himself as invincible and was not to be deterred; he was, at that moment dreaming a well-nigh impossible dream.

As Flavius gave Maro’s anus that first serious thrust with his cock, Maro gripped his Master’s meat firmly with his anal sphincters. This had become almost an automatic, protective reflex for Maro, as he had been sorely abused by the chief slave of his previous Master, who had regularly used – and abused – his anus as his private property. In fact, Maro would never have dared to grip Flavius’s cock in the way he did, had he not been so often abused previously. To do so would have been seen by most Romans as lèse majesté and he would have been punished for it.  However, his quasi-involuntary reaction had both a negative and positive effect on the act which then took place. Flavius knew from his past unsuccessful experiences that to achieve his goal and bring both of them to a climax together, he would require not only considerable staying power, but also the acuity to see when Maro had reached the critical point and was ready for that final thrust which would take both of them to that pinnacle of sexual experience: the simultaneous orgasm. But when push came to shove, thanks to the additional friction on his cock due to Maro’s grip on it, Flavius reached his own climax, whilst still battering Maro’s hole with his cock, well before his partner had reached his point of no return. Much to his chagrin, Flavius, despite his best intentions, could no longer hold himself back and, for the first time ever, dumped his entire load inside Maro in the greatest sexual climax he had ever experienced in his life.

Flavius was sorely disappointed that he had not succeeded in his ambitious endeavour. But what he had achieved should nevertheless be considered a success. For the first time ever, Flavius had himself climaxed inside his partner, a feat he had hitherto, in four years of active sex with other men, never accomplished; in fact, until now, he had never really tried.  Not realising what his new Master had intended, as far as Maro was concerned, the situation was normal. Well, not quite normal as Maro had never before experienced his partner climaxing inside him in the way Flavius had just done. Maro was, in fact, highly impressed by his new Master’s sexual performance, which transcended anything he had previously experienced. This one experience had already shown him that when it came to anal sex, his new Master was that rare bird: an Alpha Male fucker. But as Flavius had not yet told him what his role in the Valerius household would be, Maro had no idea that he was destined, in the near future, to become the principal male sex partner of his new Master.

Both Flavius and Maro had probably divined instantly, from the first moment they had seen each other at the slave dealer’s, that there was that indefinable, compulsive, attraction between them, which would ultimately bring them sexually together. And now, looking at each other post-coitally, through rose tinted spectacles, both men knew, without exchanging a word, that they wanted each other.  Maro had enjoyed being fucked by Flavius and could barely restrain himself from grabbing his Master and sinking his own tumescent meat into him there and then. But Maro was well aware that even though his Master could fuck him, the converse was not permissible. He knew he could never fuck an aristocrat like Flavius.  But Maro’s desire was not one-sided, for Flavius knew that he wanted Maro to fuck him; he wanted to experience the pleasure of taking Maro’s full ten inches inside him and have his arse battered to orgasm by his slave as he tried to bring himself to climax inside his Master. But, somehow, now was not quite the right moment for Flavius to let his slave loose on his arse. He knew that had allowed himself to be carried away by his lust for Maro, whom had met only a brief time ago. At the end of the day, Maro was a slave and his subservient position in the Valerius household was to be brought home to him with a vengeance, which, in view of what had just occurred between him and his Master, was to be a brutally painful shock.

Flavius’s father, Valerius, had never been a hard task Master with his slaves, all of whom he treated, on the whole, quite well; so well, in fact, that most slaves in the Valerius household were highly content with their lot in life. They lived a better and more comfortable life and were better fed than most freedmen. However, whenever he purchased a new male slave, Valerius had systematically subjected him, immediately on arrival, to a beating, by way of a warning as to what would happen to him if he were in any way disobedient.  Most slaves never received another beating during their time in the household. Flavius had seen no reason to discontinue this custom now that he was head of the household and he had systematically beaten, on their arrival, the two or three new male slaves he had bought since his father’s death and he knew that he could not allow Maro to escape this painful induction. To do so would be a sign of weakness; and who could tell where that might lead? He now saw the error of his ways; he should have beaten Maro immediately on arrival at the Casa Priapus, before allowing himself to be carried away by his new slave’s sexual attractiveness and giving way to his own lust for the young man. But he had not done so; and what was done was done and could not be undone.

Thus, he was now faced with the difficulty of retroactively punishing a young man to whom he was personally very attracted and whom he had just fucked, thereby already giving him ideas above his station. When I say ideas above his station, Maro’s relationship with his new Master and the household, which he had just entered, had never been defined. But actions speak louder than words, of which very few had passed between them; and from the way in which his new Master had treated him sexually, Maro could have been quite reasonably forgiven for thinking that he was special. Flavius was embarrassed to find himself in an invidious position, entirely of his own making; he had acted in haste and now was repenting at leisure as he considered what to do.

But if Flavius wanted to retain his authority, what could he do but beat Maro? Like many men in a position of power, he offered no explanation as he ordered Maro to stand up, bend across the end of the table and present his buttocks for a beating, Poor Maro, had no idea why he was to be beaten; but, as a slave, he could not disobey a command from his Master, who proceeded, forthwith, to flog his arse with a short leather whip. Had there been any observers present, which, thank God, there were not,  they would have witnessed the remarkable sight of a muscular, young, black slave, with an enormous, erect penis, having his arse roasted by his equally muscular Master, who too was stark naked and also sporting a rigid erection.  It was a highly erotic, totally un-programmed dramatic scene: a naked Roman aristocrat exercising absolute power over his slave, who had no idea why he was being flogged.  Flavius, who did have a conscience, felt absolutely awful thrashing a young man whom he already liked enormously and whom he had just fucked. But just try to imagine how totally confused Maro felt after what he had just experienced at the hands of his Master: fucked and then, for no apparent reason, immediately thrashed; but his not to reason why, but to obey.

Immediately after he had beaten Maro, Flavius was consumed with self-recrimination and guilt at what he had just done. He made amends in the only way he could, to show his slave that the nascent relationship that he had cut short by suddenly deciding to flog his slave, was not dead. He did not try to excuse himself verbally; but as Maro was still bent across the table he placed a comforting hand, palm down gently on his slave’s back, to indicate that he should remain in that bent over position. He first poured a little soothing, herb-scented oil onto the welts with which, he had defiled Maro’s gorgeously attractive buttocks, before very carefully massaging the oil into Maro’s wounds, trying to ease his pain and not to hurt him further. As he continued his ministrations, he descended further into crevice between the Maro’s buttocks and soon he was massaging oil around the lad’s anus. By this time Maro saw that Flavius was intent on having sex with him again, to which he had personally no objection, as it was now dawning on him that he may have been bought by his new Master exclusively for sex purposes. To facilitate matters he obligingly spread his legs, thereby exposing the entrancingly tight anal pucker, from which Flavius had, only a few minutes ago, withdrawn his meat, after what he himself considered his ill-fated, failed, maiden fuck of his new slave.  But as Maro had never known that Flavius’s laudable objective had been a double orgasm, he did not see their first union as a failure. Quite to the contrary, in fact, as he had emerged from their union feeling truly well-fucked by Flavius, who had managed to climax and dump his load inside him, something which he had never before experienced. The only thing he regretted was that Flavius, having himself climaxed and shot his load inside him, had withdrawn and not allowed him to jerk himself off to his own orgasm and, for no apparent reason, had then suddenly withdrawn himself and ordered Maro across the table, where he had taken a whip to his arse.

Maro was not, therefore, surprised when he again felt the tip of his Master’s cock pushing against his anus, and then, for the second time within an hour, as Flavius again slid his hard fuck-stick into his passage, Maro’s anal sphincters again automatically gripped what they evidently saw as a marauding invader entering the most private of sanctums. But this time, once Flavius had overcome this resistance and slid his full length inside of Maro for the second time within an hour, he paused; then for the first time he told Maro what he was trying to do.

“Maro, if you could release your grip on my cock a bit it would make things much easier for me. I really do want to fuck you, in a way in which I have never wanted to fuck any man before.  What I was trying to do an hour ago, but I made the mistake of not telling you, was to take both of us through to orgasm at the same time, so that we both shot our loads together and enjoyed simultaneous orgasms, without recourse to any manual assistance. So I wanted to climax inside you and leave you with my load and, at the same time, I wanted you to spray us both with your own semen. But due to your tight grip on my dick, I was not able to hold myself back long enough to bring you to your own climax and I shot my wad early, leaving you high and dry to fend for yourself. But I did not even allow you to do that, as I immediately felt that I had to beat you. You did not know it, but I am telling you now; all slaves on this house, receive a beating on their arrival. It is by way of an induction, to warn them of what will happen to them if they are disobedient.  Anyway, you know what happened; I simply dumped my load and left you totally unsatisfied. So, Maro, what I want you to do is to relax your muscles and free my cock to allow me to try again to take us both at the same time to that state of nirvana.”

“Master, I do not think you failed in your mission. As a slave, I have been with many men since I was 16 years sold and I can tell you that never in that time has anyone ever fucked me in the way you did. That was the first time I have ever experienced any of my Masters – and I have had several – climaxing inside me and leaving me with their semen inside me. So, for me, Master, it was a success as I am carrying part of you inside me.”

“Well, Maro, I am glad you feel like that. But just do what I say; try to release your grip on my meat and hold your own kit out of the way and I will endeavour to do better this time.”

It was now a matter of pride for Flavius to achieve his lofty, but laudable goal, and bring both himself and his slave to orgasm simultaneously, a feat which he had dreamed of, but which he had never, as yet, achieved. But somehow he felt that in Maro he had found someone very special, who was destined to become his future muse in matters sexual and inspire him to ever greater heights. Flavius had known from the moment he had first seen Maro, that he wanted him. But what he had not yet recognised was that what he thought was lust, had in fact been love at first sight. It was a truth which Flavius did not acknowledge to himself until many years later. But I must not get ahead of myself in this story and allow thing to happen at their due time.

Maro obeyed Flavius’s order to relax his anal grip on his Master’s cock, whereupon Flavius immediately began to fuck his slave with the long caressingly gentle strokes with the full length of his cock. As his own sexual arousal built up, Flavius increased the length, force and speed of each of his downward thrust, until he was hammering away at great speed at Maro’s arse. At each thrust he bottomed his balls against his slave’s arse, giving him the repeated benefit of his full length each time.  Sweating like a bull with the intensity of his efforts, he was rewarded by Maro, who cried out several times: “Master, please don’t stop; please, please, Master, don’t stop now.” By this time, Flavius was on the edge of his own climax, but he steeled himself and managed to hold himself back until he somehow sensed that he had brought Maro to the point of no return. At that moment he withdrew himself completely before plunging his fuck-stick, dripping with precum, with the greatest force he could muster, back into Maro’s anus, which brought both of them to a climax. With his cock buried to the hilt inside Maro, Flavius, pumped and pumped his second load of semen within an hour, deep into his slave. It was an orgasm, which seemed as if it would never end; in reality, although hyper-intense, it was as fleeting as it always is.  Maro, whose own massively erect cock, was hanging over the edge of the table, over which he had been bent to be flogged and over which, with Flavius standing behind him in a sort of modified doggy position, he had just been right royally fucked, dumped his load onto the floor.

Dripping with the sweat of his labour, Flavius now slumped, exhausted, over Maro’s back, leaving his rock-hard cock to calm itself still embedded inside of his slave’s rectum. It had been a perfect coupling, as both men had experienced that nec-plus-ultra of male sex: the simultaneous male orgasm: that ultimate pleasure, so often dreamed of, but so rarely experienced as it required so great an effort. For Maro, it had been an occasion, the like of which he had never even dreamed; never know, until now, that such pleasure existed. But it was true; it was all real; it had all actually happened to him; and with his new Master to boot! But for Flavius, ever the romantic, his future sexual relations with other men, would become an increasingly important factor in his life. No matter what the social status of the man with whom he was having sex, from slave to one of his own aristocratic peers, he always whether  performing as a top or bottom, treated his partner with respect. He had that inbuilt feeling that the sex act was a mutual affair and that both partners, no matter what their station in life or their part in the act, deserved to enjoy the experience of one of life’s most magic moments. Flavius was the exception which proved the rule: he was a considerate and empathetic, Roman patrician.

Chapter 5

Lying there, face down, post-coitally on Maro’s back, he regretted that he had not pulled Maro up from the table where he had just flogged him, knowing that he was immediately going to fuck him again. He wished he had made Maro lie on the bed and taken him again on his back, as he had done just over an hour ago. The thought of the post-coital pleasure which he could now have had, lying face-to-face with Maro on the bed, their bodies glued together as one by Maro’s generous emission, was just too much bear.  But a missed opportunity is a missed opportunity.  However, Flavius, lying there on top of Maro, now realised that he wanted his slave to fuck him; and moreover, he wanted it there and then – if not sooner! 

Never one to hesitate when he had made up his mind to do something, Flavius unplugged his dick from of Maro’s anus, took him by the hand and pulled him off the table, saying: “On your feet young man man; duty calls!” And what a duty it was, as Maro, to his utter amazement, was about to find out. In Rome, although it was accepted that a patricians could fuck their slaves, the converse was not true; slaves never were allowed to fuck their Masters. That was until now. As a slave, Maro would ever have even thought of fucking his Master, however much he might have wanted to; and at that exact moment, that is exactly what Maro wanted. The sexual attraction which Flavius had had for Maro on first seeing him had, unknown to him, been reciprocal: Maro had been as sexually attracted to Flavius as Flavius had been to him. Moreover in spite of the flogging he had received, having been fucked twice by Flavius in the space of one hour, his attraction for his Master had grown still stronger.

The immediate destiny of the two young men was now set in the stars As everyone knows; sexual desire recognises no boundaries if it is strong enough; which in this case, emanating from both of them it was.  Totally unaware of Maro’s secret desire to fuck him, which as a slave, Maro could anyway never have announced, but overwhelmed by the  burning desire to be fucked by his slave, the somewhat embarrassing task of arranging this exceptional union fell to Flavius. At the best of times, asking another man to fuck you is a delicate proposition for one man to put to another. But, for Flavius, the Master, to ask Maro, his slave, to fuck him required very careful handling indeed. Such suggestions normally flow in the opposite direction from the man who will perform the active role in the subsequent coupling and not the inverse. However, Flavius was not deterred from his desire and circumlocutively managed to get over to Maro what he was asking him to do; the operative word here is asking, as Flavius avoided ordering Maro to do what he wanted, which as his Master he could have done.  But he had not forced himself on Maro in their first union, where he had been the prime mover and now when Maro would be taking the lead, he wanted his slave to meet his request willingly. It set the tone of their entire future relationship, for remember, all that had transpired and what was now about to happen, would be in the course of two or so hours of their first meeting at the slave dealers. No one could ever accuse Flavius of being indecisive or slow on his feet when he wanted something. However, Flavius avoided giving a direct order to Maro, setting him apart from his many slaves, by this special treatment. But Maro was indeed special.

Maro could barely believe his ears as he listened to his Master’s request. Here was a man, whom he had known for only a few hours and who, in that brief time, had already penetrated him twice, giving him two awesomely satisfying fucks, the likes of which he had never before experienced. And now, if he had understood Flavius correctly, he was being asked – and he had already appreciated the fact that it had been a request and not an order from his Master – to fuck him. Now, there was nothing Maro wanted more at that precise moment than to fuck his Master, who, with the discernment of many years experience, Maro had already decided was an Alpha Male when it came to sex. But he knew, or, better put, had known until Flavius made his tentative request that the ultimate intimacy of sharing his own meat with his Master was totally out of the question. Maro understood completely that any slave could be and was used to satisfy the carnal desires of his Master, but that his Master should allow his slave the same privilege was just was unthinkable.

To make sure that he had had not misunderstood Flavius, Maro then respectfully ventured: “Master, if I have understood you correctly, you are asking me, your slave, whom you have known only a few hours, to do to you what you have, in the past hour, done to me twice.”  Maro could not bring himself to use the word fuck out loud to his Master, although that is exactly what Flavius had twice, within the last hour, done to his slave.  Flavius answered him saying: “Maro you have correctly understood my request and I shall fully understand if you do not feel you can meet it.” And then, spelling out more clearly what he wanted, he added: “Maro, at the moment there is nothing I would like more, as you have just so delicately put it, than for you to do for me what I have just done twice for you. So, to be quite clear and calling a spade a spade, will you please give me the pleasure of taking your magnificent meat up my arse? Please fuck me.”

This extraordinary request from the Master to his slave took place with both Flavius and Maro standing there stark naked, face to face. Flavius had just withdrawn himself from Maro and both their cocks were now a calming themselves after the bout of vigorous anal sex which they had enjoyed together. However, even verging on quiescence, as both their penises now were, the success of their recent coupling was still evident, as the semen still dripping from the tips of both pieces of man-meat graphically testified. Maro was clearly overwhelmed by the events, but as his Master had so clearly articulated what he wanted his slave to do to him, Maro felt that although the suggestion had been framed as a request, rather than an order, given that Flavius was his legal owner,  he was compelled to fulfil his Master’s wishes. Of course, what Flavius did not know, was that Maro was as keen to fuck him as he himself had been to fuck Maro. What we today would call the chemistry between our two heroes had been evident from the moment they had first met each other at the dealer’s. What had already happened between them and what was now about to take place, were two events as predictable as night following day. In stumbling accidentally across Maro at the dealer’s, Flavius had found the ideal partner to fulfil the sexual needs of the homosexual side of his life. But what he did not yet know was that in Maro he had found a young man, who was himself a dedicated homosexual and who, after his two sexual experiences with his new Master, would already have done anything for him.  Fulfilling his Master’s request would be a moment of pleasure for him, it would also provide him with an opportunity  to show his new Master that in his new a slave he had found a young man, who enjoyed all aspects of male-male sex and who was an expert at all of them. So far from being an imposition serving his Master, Maro was looking forward to penetrating him as much as Flavius was salivating at the thought of taking his slave’s magnificent fuck-stick up his arse, which, all in all, had the makings of perfect union.

In requesting that Maro penetrate him, Flavius was taking a major step away from the social conventions and traditions which were generally observed by the patrician class to which he belonged. What he had done prior to meeting Maro, as like many men he enjoyed equally both the active and passive sides of homosexual sex, was to attempt develop fully mutual, give-and-take relations with other young men of his patrician class, of which there were many available of the same sexual persuasion.  He had then concentrated what one might call his predatory sex on his slaves, none of whom were ever never allowed to take the penetrative role and fuck him back. You can imagine how difficult that had been for him; many of the young slaves he had fucked over the four years of his marriage to Claudia, had been physically attractive young studs, who would have made admirable full-line partners for recreational sex: he would have liked nothing more than to let many of them loose with their cocks on his own anus. But he had always steeled himself and had religiously stuck by the social conventions of his patrician class, which he had never once broken; that was until he met Maro.

With Maro, it had been quite different from the moment they met. Flavius knew from the first time he penetrated his new slave that things between them would not stop there. He had sensed from the instant that he had first taken Maro’s’ cock in his mouth they would develop a complete give-and-take relationship together. To him it was clearly written in the stars that Maro and he had been destined for each other. So social conventions, be damned: he had no intention of allowing Maro to become just another compliant slave in his household. If by his actions in consorting not only with a slave, but one who was also a man of colour, he garnered opprobium from his peers, so what? What could they do to stop him? He was breaking a social convention, which he, and many like-minded who shared his sexual taste, considered stupid.  He was breaking no law and was thick skinned enough to ignore any criticisms levelled at him by members of his own class. As the richest man in Rome, why should he be constrained in his actions by a set of ridiculous  conventions, which everyone knew – sexual attraction being the powerful, unstoppable force it is – were already being broken and on which, for years, they had turned a blind eye? Curiously enough it was from Maro, a member of the lowest stratum of Roman society, who had been taught, from his birth as a slave, to know his place in life and keep to it, that came the greatest resistance to Flavius plans.

Risking talking himself out of the very act – fucking his Master – which he desperately wanted to do, Maro pointed out to Flavius, that to fly in the face of the norms of the society in which he lived, was a highly risky business and might render his Master’s life untenable. But Flavius had the proverbial bit between his teeth and was not to be deflected off course by what he considered were pettifogging criticisms of his behaviour. Intent, as he was, in forging, if not quite a brave new world centred on the Casa Priapus, then a style of life, which would go way beyond his consorting sexually with a black slave, he ploughed on.  “Maro, answer me the following simple question do you yourself, of your own free-will want to have sex with me in the way I have just had with you.  A simple yes or no will suffice.”

“Master, the answer to your question is most certainly yes; it is the one thing in the world I would most like to do at this precise moment. In fact, Master, as you were fucking me the first time, I was already dreaming the impossible dream that I was a free man and could do to you what you were then doing to me. But…”

“Stop right there, Maro; look there are no buts. You have just said that you would like to have sex with me and take the active role, which is exactly what I now want to you to do. Since we are both in agreement and I am not obliging you to have sex with me, and you have said you want to do so of your own freewill, let’s just do it.  Let’s cut the cackle and fuck.”

With that, putting into practice the aphorism that actions speak louder the words, the naked Flavius advanced on the naked slave standing in front of him and took his massive, fast deflating cock in his hand: “Come on Maro, show me what you are made of; you cannot let your cock wilt any further when the greatest sexual opportunity of your lifetime is staring you in the face. Come on, young man; put a bit of bone back into your meat so that it is fit for purpose. You cannot expect me, your Master, to carry you and do the hard work all of the time; you have to learn that in this house, everyone has to do his bit.”

Then by giving his slave’s meat a few hard tugs, he quickly helped him re-arouse his wilting manhood to its full readiness for battle. For a moment Flavius, ever a connoisseur of the male physique, stood back to admire again the perfect figure of the young man before him, who stood there totally unembarrassed under the gaze of the critical eye with which he knew his Master was judging him. Flavius found himself again figuratively drooling over the 10 inch erection which Maro was proudly sporting at an acute angle to his belly. As he had been when they had first met at the dealer’s, Flavius found himself fascinated by what he saw as the beauty of Maro’s perfectly circumcised penis, a rarity in Rome where no men, especially of the patrician class, ever had their foreskin removed, except as a medical necessity. This hunk of sheer masculine beauty he owned outright and free to dispose of as he wished; and at that moment he could barely wait until Maro was pumping his anal passage with that magnificently erect, ten inch fuck-stick of his.

Despite Flavius’s assurances, Maro’s reluctance to penetrate his Master was still there: a reluctance motivated not by any lack of desire to have sex with him, but by how his Master might fare in the eyes of his peers if it became known that he was allowing a slave – and a coloured man at that – a member of the lowest social class in Roman society – to have penetrative sex with him. However, undeterred by Maro’s reluctance, Flavius, decided to oil Maro’s’ penis for him in preparation for penetrative sex. As he as he applied the lubricant, he felt Maro’s sizable endowment become stiffer, if that was possible, indicating that his slave would have no technical problems in performing the task his Master had requested of him. Taking the bull by the horns, in what might best be described as a reverse rape, Flavius laid himself down on the couch, pulling Maro down on top of him so that the two of them were again lying face to face.  He pushed Maro away from him, spread his legs and with Maro now kneeling between his legs, he pulled his slave’s face down onto his own erection. By this time, Maro could no longer resist the temptations of the flesh and shelved his objections as he started hungrily to eat his Master’s meat in a virtuoso display of fellatio. It was more or less a repeat of what Flavius had himself done to his slave during their initial union and was to be the first, active, sexual act which Maro was to perform on his Master.

Once he had had started his oral attack on Flavius’s penis, any inhibitions Maro might have still been harbouring about his fucking his Master vanished in the emotional arousal produced by being offered an oral fuck on a plate. As Flavius had fervently hoped of his new slave, Maro proved to be an expert at oral sex and in a very short time, by expert use of his tongue, he took Flavius to the pleasurable heights of an orally induced orgasm. Flavius was beside himself with the feelings which Maro had induced in him, on this, the first opportunity in which he had forced his slave to demonstrate his capabilities. The result was that Flavius enjoyed an enormous orgasm, during which he ejaculated his first load of semen partly into his slave’s mouth and partly over his face. It was almost an occasion akin to a Christian baptism, which was to appear only several centuries later. But with his Master’s semen spread liberally all over his face, Maro had been well and truly baptised into the sexual role he was to play in his Master’s life.

Now that Maro had been forced to take the first step and play the active role in the sexual relations, which were to prove the cornerstone of their future life as Master and slave together, he next applied himself to the pleasurable task of penetrating his Master’s anus. Flavius, lying flat on his back on the couch, watched both with bated breath and fascination as Maro prepared to stretch his anal sphincter with his monumental fuck-stick. Although he wanted nothing more than to feel Maro’s cock inside him, Valerius could not suppress a shiver of fear that coursed through his body as Maro touched his cock-head to his anus. Flavius had had his arse reamed out by a variety of cocks of all sizes over the past four years, he had never before taken anything even vaguely approaching the ten rock-hard inches that Maro was about to push into him. But he was in the present position, thanks only to his own insistence that a very reluctant Maro fuck him.  

As the tip of his slave’s cock pressed against his anus, he knew was not the time to get cold feet; so he tried to relax and enjoy the ride. Maro, prove himself to be a consummate master of anal sex and knowing full well that he possessed an exceptionally large cock, he carefully slid his full ten inches, with extreme gentleness, into his new Master’s passage. As Maro bottomed his balls against his arse, Valerius, with his slave’s full ten inches deep inside him, knew that not only had he found a young man with an exceptional cock, but one who knew how to use it considerately. He felt instinctively that he was about to be given the greatest fuck of his life by his new slave. Maro, who had himself just benefitted twice from Flavius’s own unique expertise in the art of anal sex, was now determined to show Flavius, his new Master, what had learned from him and was desperately anxious to please him. It was, for both of them, a special occasion; Flavius had never until now allowed a slave to have access to his body as the active sex partner. But Maro knew too, that he was about to do something that no Roman slave had ever before been allowed to do: he was about to make history in Rome: he was about to fuck his Master; and whatever his misgivings, he knew had to follow through. 

Maro began with long, languid, unforced thrusts of his penis, which he almost, but not quite completely, withdrew from Flavius each time. But then, as he exercised himself and his sexual arousal built up, he was gripped in the inevitable thrall of coitus and abandoned himself to that unique joy that fucking whether hetero or homo always engenders in the active partner. He automatically began building up speed and force with each successive thrust until he suddenly realised that, for the first time ever, he was endeavouring to take both of them all the way to a simultaneous climax. With this aim again in mind, in an attempt to emulate what Flavius had done to him, he concentrated on attempting to avoid climaxing himself. But, like Flavius before him, this laudable aim proved beyond his reach.

Well before he succeeded in bring his partner to climax, Maro could no longer hold himself back and with one final thrust, forcing his cock back deep side his Master, he dumped his load, with that almost explosive violence, which so often characterises the orgasm of virile young men, who have pushed themselves to the limit. Of course, wishing to please his Master, Maro was bitterly disappointed that he had not succeeded and apologised profusely to Flavius, for what he saw as his failure. But he had already forgotten that just a few hours earlier, Flavius himself, attempting to bring both of them to orgasm at the same time, had also been hoisted by his own petard, by trying to do too much too soon.  He too had not been able to hold himself back long enough to take Maro to the heights of sexual pleasure and, as had Maro just now, had been forced to dump his load. It had taken Flavius himself a second attempt to succeed.

Flavius, however, saw his first sexual union with Maro as the active partner, quite differently; he was not at all disappointed in his slave’s performance in his maiden fuck of a patrician anus. He knew that until he had fucked Maro just a couple of hours earlier, his slave had never even thought of cumming inside his partner in the way a man does with woman. The concept of mutuality was unknown to him. Maro was like the vast majority of young homosexuals. He fucked his partner and withdrew his cock well before either of them climaxed. They then both jerked themselves off to orgasm manually and usually sprayed each other with their semen. If any reader doubts the quasi-universality of this technique, still the norm today, he has but to log onto one of the hundreds of gay porn sites on the internet to see what usually happens when one man fucks another.

Flavius had been ahead of his time in giving Maro a hands-on – or possibly more appositely and accurately put, cock-in – demonstration, showing Maro how exquisite the experience for the active partner could be if he treated his lower partner as a female, whom he was trying to bring to orgasm. Even doing as Maro had done, exploding himself before taking Flavius to his own climax, was a feat in itself for a man who could be considered a first timer. And yet, taking the analogy of a man impregnating a woman, it is obvious to any man that climaxing inside his partner is a part and parcel of the act of insemination. So, why should homosexual sex be any different, other than the fact that the top’s semen, if deposited inside the bottom partner, will never fulfil its basic, reproductive duty? Why do most gay men choose to withdraw from their partners before climaxing and turn the act into one which ends in masturbation? Why does climaxing inside one’s partner seem such an unattainable goal for most men? And make no mistake; it is choice.

Possibly the answer may lie in the fact that, as today’s gay porn sites graphically show us, time after time, men take pleasure from ejaculating their semen over their partners’ faces. What Flavius had realised was that by climaxing simultaneously inside his partner,  the sensation of that magical moment of simultaneous orgasm was greatly intensified and was incomparably better than anything induced manually. In fact, Flavius was a rare bird; he was bisexual and enjoyed his sexual relations with his wife as much as his homosexual activities. And not to give the wrong impression of Flavius’s character, although he treated homosexual relationships with respect, as his liaison with Maro graphically illustrates, he was not averse to less demanding, casual sex, where he indulged himself for himself, without thought for his partner. In a word, Flavius was a human being and subject to all the vagaries of sex; he enjoyed it all!

Now that Maro had taken that first, forbidden step for a slave and had fucked his Master, any resistance he had voiced had vanished. Feeling strongly that he had failed Flavius, but having enjoyed what had nevertheless been for him his best fuck ever, he was anxious to make amends and show his Master that he too was capable of taking both of them through to orgasm simultaneously.  Although this was something he had never done before; indeed, had never even thought of doing, until Flavius had shown him the light; the fact of the matter was that Maro was now so psyched-up and sexually aroused that Flavius would have had difficulty preventing his slave from penetrating him for a second time. Flavius, of course, had no wish to deter his slave from fulfilling his initial promise and welcomed his unsolicited, second, initiative. Maro having almost succeeded in his mission with Flavius the first time, was now so completely in the throes of sexual desire that wild horses would not have stopped him.

As he pushed his magnificent, rigidly-engorged penis into Flavius for the second time in a few minutes, both Flavius, a willingly submissive Master, and Maro, a reluctantly dominant slave, knew that fate had destined them for each other. There was just that indefinable feeling of rightness about their sexual union. Although Flavius would, at the moment never have admitted it to Maro, whom he had so recently met and barely knew, his heart was telling him that he had, by chance, stumbled across the man, who although from the lowest of Roman social classes and black to boot, would be his prime male partner for the rest of his life. Throwing caution to the winds, Maro, with increased confidence, now went hell for leather at Flavius’s anus, almost withdrawing himself at every stroke as he strove to please his Master and bring both him and himself to the desired objective: the simultaneous orgasm. Was it Maro’s vigour or was it that both of them were singing from the same hymn sheet wanting desperately to please each other and be able to cry out hallelujah together as they both dissolved in each others’ arms and enjoyed that nec plus ultra of moments when they both exploded into orgasm together. This time Maro’s efforts paid off; he was able to hold his own orgasm back until with that one final thrust he took both of them to a climax together. Maro pumped his cock almost in and out of Flavius’s anus as he vigorously jerked his huge second load of sperm deep into his Master, within only ten minutes of his first. Flavius was no slouch either when it came to delivery; he ejaculated great viscous gobbets of his own sperm all over his and Maro’s chests and abdomens. Had there been an observer present to their coupling, he might well have asked where such a copious amount of fluid came from, especially in the case of Maro, who had, just ten minutes earlier, had his first of two climaxes.

For the next few days, Flavius and Maro could not get enough of each other. Flavius installed Maro in a bedroom adjacent to his own in the Casa Priapus. And although they never actually slept together in the same bed, they became to all intents and purposes, what we would today refer to as an item. But a couple with an important difference; Mao never forgot that he was Flavius’s slave and never forced himself as the active partner upon his Master.  He always waited to be invited by Flavius before fucking him. Other than that, whatever reticence he had had for being ordered by his Master for breaking possible one the strictest social conventions of Roman society had vanished. So whenever – quite often, in fact –  Flavius requested Maro to fuck him, it was an act that Maro always completed with the bravura of someone who is enjoying what he is doing and, moreover, knows that he is doing it well. As a young homosexual he hid his disappointment in never sharing a bed with his Master after sex, as he respected Flavius’s ambivalence and understood that he was just one of two important partners in his Master’s sex life.  Thus, their frequent sexual couplings tended to take place during the day as Flavius spent every night in bed with his wife, Claudia. Nevertheless, Maro knew that he was the luckiest slave in Rome and thanked the various Roman deities that he had had the good fortune to be bought by Flavius, whom he served faithfully.

Chapter 6

But the Casa Priapus had not been built to house a single slave, irrespective of how sexually important Maro had become to Flavius. It was still Flavius’s intention to create, in the words of the poem Xanadu, written by Samuel Taylor Coleridge two millennia or so later: A stately pleasure-dome. However, contrary to what is said in the poem about the site on which the dome was built, the Casa Priapus, happily, did not stand in gloomy caverns measureless to man leading down to a sunless sea, but in gardens bright with sinuous rills.  Here, it was Flavius’s intention to create a pleasure-dome dedicated to homosexual sex: a place where he and his friends could indulge in their wildest sexual fantasies, free from any prying eye, with a cohort of 20 exquisite young sex-slaves: young men, who not only would delight the eye, but would also be accomplished in the art of satisfying any Roman aristocrat’s sexual taste, no matter how bizarre and perverted; and the Romans were connoisseurs of perversion!

When Flavius had acquired Maro, a few weeks earlier, it had been his intention to start purchasing young male slaves, whom he proposed to install in the Casa Priapus as dedicated sexual toys.  But on seeing Maro, whose sexual allure he had not been able to resist, he had been deflected from his immediate purpose. Maro, who was still legally Flavius’s slave, had quickly become, in matters sexual, his Master’s equal: his alter ego: his sexual muse: a young man, without whom Flavius would already find it difficult to live: a young man, who held secretly for Flavius the same unspoken feelings as Flavius did for him. In fact, improbable though it might seem, after only a few weeks of mutual sexual frequentation. both Flavius, the Master and Maro, the slave, held each other in the same high esteem Since meeting and acquiring Maro as his slave, Flavius had led a charmed and highly satisfactory sex life, divided equally between Claudia his wife and Maro, his slave. Maro meanwhile, had sex only with his Master; although, as Flavius did, he would have liked, as a diversion, to frequent sexually other slaves; but he knew that it was probably more than his life was worth to stray from the straight and narrow path he presently trod with his Master. Quite unbeknown to Maro, Flavius also wanted still more from his sex life; he wanted to be able to enjoy rampant recreational sex outside of his stable relationships with Claudia and Maro. He wanted to be able to be able to indulge himself in really rough, occasional sex with young men, with whom he had no emotional attachment to condition his actions; which is why, given his extreme wealth he had decided to install, at the Casa Priapus, a set of young slaves dedicated purely to satisfying his own sexual desires – and those of his friends with similar sexual tastes as himself –. However, after being captivated by Maro, he had, for several months, temporarily abandoned his original idea, which he now, however, took up again in earnest.

What Flavius now had in mind, money being no object, was to assemble a group of carefully selected young men aged 17-19. As they were to serve purely for sexual and ornamental purposes, it was essential that each of them have a basic physique, which we today would call mesomorphic: guys who had been lucky enough to have been born with that basic physical structure, which with regular training and good food, could be developed into that muscular perfection satisfying both Flavius’s demanding aesthetic eye as well as his demandingly insatiable cock. Of course, one of the key factors in making the initial selection had to be the size of the subject’s sexual endowment. Flavius liked young men with large, rubbery penises when soft and set the minimum length of any potential sex-slave’s cock at 10 Roman digits:  equal to six inches. His other personal foible was that he hated floppy, dangling balls; and so long rubbery cocks descending, when soft, in a graceful curve over a pair of balls held close to the body were key selection criteria. Flavius had in mind to purchase 20 slaves, who would replicate as near as possible the physical perfection, if not the exceptional cock size, he saw in Maro, who had become his ideal incarnation not only of a desirable sex-slave, but also a perfect sex partner for himself. Flavius proved a severely demanding client, who imposed his wishes rigorously on the various the slave dealers, whom he patronised in his quest to find 20 young men, who in his eyes, measured up to his basic criteria. In the event, it took him over six months to find twenty candidate slaves, who met his demanding requirements.

Just as Flavius had initially been attracted to Maro by his attractive physique and the size of his cock, he quickly saw among the slaves who were, by custom, always presented to him naked by the various dealers, that black, Sub-Saharan Africans always had bigger cocks than their white counterparts. He found himself personally so attracted to black Africans of all depths of skin colour, that he decided his group of 20 sex-slaves – his sexual toys – would be split evenly between coloureds and whites. Thus, the first first decision was made; there would be be ten whites and ten coloureds, who together would make up the initial cohort of 20 dedicated sex-slaves. The problem was to find enough suitable young men who were for sale, who met Valerius’s demanding visual specifications. All in all, aided by Maro, who had, in addition to the sex they enjoyed together, become his Master’s general factotum and accompanied him on all his buying expeditions, it took some six months to assemble the group and another six months of intensive physical and sex training to make them into a smooth running entity, whose individual muscular bodies and tight little anuses pleased both the eyes and cock of Flavius, their new Master.

As it turned out, it was just as well that Flavius did not find the entire complement of 20 suitable slaves at one go, for it gave him time, assisted by Maro, to induct each and every individual slave into the life, which he would be obliged henceforth to lead at the Casa Priapus. No new slave had any idea what the future held for him as Flavius had not informed the dealers that he was looking for young men strictly for sexual purposes. Thus, the slaves he had bought had not the faintest idea of the intimate sexual services which they would be obliged to provide in future. But whether they liked it or not, mattered not one whit; Flavius was their new Master and they all knew that they had no option but to obey him, as he held the sword of Damocles above their heads.

The slaves, whether black or white, were all originally from diverse ethnic backgrounds. Whether captured as young men in their own country by conquering Romans, or born in Rome into slavery to slave parents, who were often themselves second or third generation slaves, born like their children into slavery, they tended to have diverse, non-Roman names. As he intended to buy ten white and ten African slaves, Flavius decided that to simplify matters and make each individual more recognisable by name, he would give each group of slaves that same family name: Albus for the whites:  Colorius for the Africans. Then as each slave was inducted, he would be given an ordinal numeral as a first name – quite a common habit in Rome, not only with slaves – starting with Primus (First) and ending with Decimus (Tenth): Flavius thereby created two pseudo-families, each with ten, male pseudo-siblings. The first white slave to be inducted into the Casa Priapus sexual cohort was named Primus Albus: the first African slave, Primus Colorius. All slaves were always known verbally by both their names: Primus Albus or Primus Colorius. But Flavius went still further; he had each slave’s full name tattooed  across the bottom of his back, just above his buttocks, which had the advantage if the active coital partner, usually one of Flavius’s friends, had particularly enjoyed fucking a given slave, he could, on another occasion, request him by name. But the system had another advantage; when Septimus Albus died of blood-poisoning as a result of a cut finger which became infected, the newly purchased slave that replaced him was given the same name, Septimus Albus, which was duly tattooed on his back. Thus over several years and several changes, both families maintained ten members named Primus through to Decimus. Naming the slaves was the first step of a standard induction process, which was not exactly pleasant for the inductee as we shall now see.

Flavius originally managed to find but two white and three black slaves to his liking. Thus, his embryo, sex-dedicated cohort, set off five young men strong, whom he named, respectively Primus and Secundus Albus and Primus, Secundus and Tertius Colorius. Having first had their names tattooed onto their skin at the bottom of their backs, thereby giving them their definitive identity in Casa Priapus household, which was kept completely separate from the main house where Valerius’s wife and children lived, the five new recruits were each, in turn put through the rigorous induction process, which Flavius had decided to impose on them immediately, to show them that their new life as his slaves in the Casa Priapus, would be dedicated to sex.

When he bought the slaves and others like them, Flavius had no idea of the sexual orientation of any of them. He guessed that aged under 20, as they all were, having been born into slavery and having had Roman Masters, most of them would have at least rudimentary knowledge of the sort of sexual relations that go on between men; they would be aware that their Masters indulged in sex with other men; often with young and attractive male slaves from their own households.  Flavius himself, aged only 15 at the time, had been introduced to the joys of anal sex by his then slave, who had been only too happy to allow his young Master to fuck him. And for Flavius  it had been a great pleasure, from the moment he had first surrendered his double virginity to his then slave, Jason, who had first done the unthinkable and fucked him and whom he had then gone on to fuck.  It was not beyond the bounds of imagination, that given the extreme physical attractiveness of the five young men he had just acquired, some of them had already been used sexually by their previous  Masters. But whether the men he just acquired knew anything about homosexual sex mattered not at all. They were slaves and were his property to do with as he wished and they would just have to get used to the idea that their future was as sex partners for their new Master and his male friends.

It is an indisputable fact that most young men find sex, once tasted, becomes an indispensible activity in their lives. And, if all that is available by way of sex partners are other men, it is quite amazing how even the most died-in-the-wool, hard-bitten, heterosexual men adapt their desires to the situation in which they find themselves and adopt both active and passive anal sex, to both of which they rapidly become addicted. As, at the end of the day, all forms of sex seem to be addictive if nothing else is available, fucking, or being fucked by, another man is not all that bad. Flavius had decided that once the new slaves had been given their new names, they should no longer be left in doubt what the future in the Casa Priapus held for them. The induction process, which followed the giving of names to the slaves, was rigorous in the extreme. Best described as a baptism of fire although the concept of baptism was yet to be coined, the introduction to anal sex as inflicted by Flavius on his young slaves left them in no doubt as to what the future with their new Master held for them.

Still totally naked from the naming ceremony, the five young men being initiated into their new function in the Casa Priapus suffered the indignity of first having their arses reamed out with a cylindrical reed soaked in water. After being cleaned, their anal passage and lower rectum were lubricated manually by a group of other slaves whose sole job was to prepare slaves for anal sex with their Masters.  By now, the five young novitiates were trembling with fear of the unknown;  and they had good reason to be, for the induction process into their functions in Flavius’s household, which they were about to undergo, was both physically painful and frighteningly thorough .

It was Primus Albus, who was first called into the neighbouring room, to undergo his induction. A frightening sight greeted him; there stood Maro in all his naked, muscular glory, with his 10 inch erection pointed accusingly at the young slave. In his right hand he was brandishing a long, flexible switch, the purpose of which was abundantly clear.  Primus quickly grasped the fact that he was to beaten; but what he had not realised was that he was to be shafted by his Master before he was beaten. Flavius had decided on a protocol to be followed each time he bought a new slave for his sex-cohort. The customary beating of all new male slaves, immediately on arrival, was practised systematically at the Villa Valerius: an admonitory sign as to what would happen to them if they disobeyed orders. Introduced by the late Valerius, it would henceforth be extended by Flavius to the Casa Priapus. But over and above this initial beating, Flavius had decided that he personally would exercise a sort of droit du seigneur and shaft each new sex-slave personally before allowing Maro to beat him. 

Maro, pushed his fellow slave, Primus, towards a table, over which he was made to bend and spread his legs, exposing his tight little pucker, which had already been cleaned and oiled and was fit for purpose; a purpose with which if the young slave was not already familiar, one which would, however, in the coming weeks, become a regular occurrence; indeed, one to which, in spite of his probable, initial misgivings, he would look forward to with pleasure.  But the pleasure of being fucked by his Master was probably far from his mind at that very moment, as he was terrified by the thought of the unknown. Flavius slipped out of his house tunic, a light garment, under which he wore nothing when at home and one which was easily discarded, when as now, he stripped himself for action. He had watched Maro, whose own impressive erection was frighteningly large, as he pushed Primus over the table; Maro advanced with the oil to his Master, which he applied to his erection, which had sprung smartly to attention at the sight of his slave’s attractively fuckable anus. Flavius then advanced on the hapless Primus, who was trembling like a leaf, and pushed the tip of his penis against his slave’s tight anus, feeling immediately the automatic tightening of the sphincter muscles as Primus’s body prepared itself – in vain as always – to repulse what it sensed was an invader. But as ever, tight anal muscles were no defence against an experienced, well-lubricated, insistent boner and Flavius was able to slide himself smoothly into his slave’s passage. In fact, unbeknown to him, in shafting Primus, aged only 18, he had taken the lad’s anal virginity, for Primus had been still totally sexually inexperienced at the time.

Much to his surprise, having feared the worst, Primus’s first experience of anal sex, which was to become a cornerstone of the services demanded of him in the Casa Priapus, proved a pleasant surprise. As Flavius banged away at his arse, using brutally hard thrusts of his of his cock on the young man, Primus found, that other than the initial sharp pain he had felt as his Master’s sizeable cock slid smoothly inside him, robbing him of his anal virginity forever, he was really quite enjoying what was happening to him. Flavius did not spare his new slave, whom he had bought precisely to permit him to exercise his lust for rough, casual sex, giving no thought whatsoever to his partner. But in spite of being treated as bumboy, with no consideration at all for his own feelings, Primus had enjoyed the experience. It was a darned sight pleasanter than the beating which followed.

Flavius had delegated the job of beating his new slaves on their arrival to Maro, whom he sensed was somewhat reluctant to take on a task where he was punishing his co-slaves. This single admonitory beating, a sort of right-of-passage to the fraternity of male slaves in the household, was very thorough and extremely painful and had been introduced by Valerius, Flavius’s late father. The beating was not a punishment for past sins, but served as a cautionary warning to each and every new male slave, as to what he could expect if he misbehaved or disobeyed his Master.  Flavius, as his father before him, took little pleasure in flogging his slaves, a pastime in which many Romans indulged their inherent sadism. But Valerius, basically a reasonable man, had recognised the fact that slaves too were human, but at the end of the day, slaves were slaves and had both to know their place and be kept in it, however well-treated they were. This philosophy was shared by his son; and in Flavius’s household slaves were truly well treated. But as Flavius was well aware, to give an inch was the first step on the road to losing control. As a good and just Master, he was nevertheless very strict and had maintained his father’s traditional induction flogging. Poor Primus Albus, having just surrendered his anal virginity to his new Master, was now horrified to be told that his Master’s factotum, Maro, himself a slave like Primus, would now give his bare arse 18 strokes of the bamboo cane he was already holding in his hand, a flogging which he himself had also received directly from their Master’s hand.

As Maro was preparing himself for his onslaught with the cane on the arse of one of his brother slaves, Flavius went around to the other side of the table, pulled back the lad’s head by his hair and thrust his erect cock into the mouth of his young slave. Then, synchronising his thrusts with each of the 18 strokes Maro laid on to the lad’s buttocks with his cane, Flavius vigorously face-fucked the young man. At the 18th stroke of the cane he climaxed and forced half his sperm down Primus’s throat whilst the other half was splattered all over the lad’s face.  By the time Maro had finished dealing with Primus, the lad’s buttocks were endowed with a classic, gated pattern of 18 welts from which drops of blood were already oozing. Maro had revealed himself to be a true artist with the cane. He had given Primus 12 clearly-defined, strictly parallel cuts, placed from the bottom of his back to the top of his legs. This had then been completed by six diagonal cuts, placed three by three, creating an artistic, gated masterpiece, which any English schoolboy 2000 years later would have recognised as that hallmark of a public school education: a well beaten arse!  As the saying goes: “There is nothing new under the sun.”

Readers today might think that Primus had been subjected to an excessively severe, over-the-top induction to his future life as a sex-slave at the Casa Priapus.  But the beating had been given with a cane and not a whip and had been no more severe than many an English public schoolboy would experience in the 19th and early 20th centuries. As for the sex, both anal and oral; well there was nothing exceptional about what Primus had undergone, other than the fact that both anally and orally, it had been his first time ever. But all men must someday surrender their virginity if they are not to remain celibate and miss out on one of life’s greatest pleasures: sexual intercourse in all its forms. But it must be added that after what he had just experienced, Primus, had still the ultimate sex act look forward to: fucking someone himself, which is definitely the apogee of all sexual experiences. What made the present occasion unique was the combination of sex and corporal punishment.

It is safe to say that anyone who is not a masochist does not enjoy being beaten. However Primus’s suffering, if we can call it that, was still not over. Whilst he was still bent across the table with his arse still sizzling hot from the bite of Maro’s cane, Maro, who was also naked, was standing there over him, still sporting his 10 inch boner, which, aroused to the maximum, was now exuding precum and literally throbbing with desire. Figuratively straining at the leash, had it been able to speak, it would surely have said: “Please, please. Master, take pity on me, your poor and faithful servant; put me out of my misery; let me perform the act for which I am ready.” Maro looked imploringly at Flavius, who gave him a slight nod, upon which Maro sank the full length of his impressive tool into Primus’s anus, and proceeded to fuck him silly for about five minutes. Maro was so totally aroused by the proceedings and his thrusting so vigorous that when he climaxed in a flood of his own sperm, he also achieved that much desired result of taking Primus through to his own orgasm at the same time.

Thus, in the space of less than a half hour, the young slave, aged only 18 , had forfeited his anal virginity to his new Master and had been face-fucked by him, before suffering his induction beating into the  Casa Priapus household. But the most amazing thing was that when he had been fucked a second time by Maro, by some miracle, rather than by design, Maro had taken Primus through to his own orgasm. Thus, in his introduction to anal sex, the young lad had drunk from the Holy Grail and had experienced that ultimate, indescribably satisfying feeling, which is like no other: an orgasm produced solely by the efforts of his partner’s cock. As Maro finally withdrew his cock, Primus Albus had well and truly been inducted into both of the two key sex aspects, anal and oral, of his future life as a sex-slave. All that remained for him to experience was now to initiate his own cock on someone else in the way he himself had just been used. But, as with most young men of his age, that would be an act, which his own libido would take care of. Like most male slaves, deprived of female company, Primus, who was a heterosexual, would rapidly come to terms with the fact that having social sex, both actively and passively, with his brother slaves, was not all that bad. It was certainly better than abstaining from one of the basic and most compulsive acts of human life.

After inducting Primus Albus as the first member of the cohort of 20 sex-slaves, Flavius, again aided by Maro, subjected Secundus Albus, the second of the two white slaves, whom he had just bought, to the same treatment. Unfortunately, Maro did not succeed in taking Secundus through to his own orgasm, leaving him with one of the greatest sexual pleasures in life still to come. After having inducted both white slaves of the five he had bought, Flavius decided that he would deal with the three Africans over the next two days. Thus was  established the rhythm of the induction process, which would be  followed for the next sixth months, as Flavius was gradually building up his cohort to the target number of 20 sex-slaves; 10 black and 10 white. The finding of young slaves, with the physical endowments Flavius demanded, was not an easy task. But by the end of six months, he had assembled a stunning group of 20 muscular young men, all sexually well endowed, any of whom would raise the blood pressure of even the most refractory of heterosexuals. 

In addition to introducing the slaves to the fact that their main purpose in their new life would be to offer their anuses for the sexual pleasure of their Master and his friends, Flavius had decided that all his sex-slaves should lead a totally naked life-style in the Casa Priapus. The Casa Priapus was well heated in winter and the slaves had no need of clothes to keep themselves warm. So as they had been selected for their muscular physical appearances and their large sexual endowments, Valerius saw no reason for garments for the purposes of either warmth or modesty: garments, which would deprive him of the erotic pleasure of looking at a band of beautiful, sexually arousing, naked young men whenever he wished. The first intimation of their future naked sartorial status was given dramatically to the five first toy-boys, when they had been told to strip off their present clothes and take a bath, after which they had been left totally naked whilst their new names were tattooed on their backs.

Not caring to perform the initial welcoming beating of his slaves himself, Flavius had delegated the task to Maro, who, proud of his own physique and sexual endowment, had inhibitions  and had stripped himself naked, exposing his magnificent alpha Male physique to the slave he was about to thrash – and then to fuck. After the initiation, the beaten and twice fucked slaves were then taken to their living quarters, where they realised finally that their nakedness was to be a permanent feature of their new lives. They were provided with no clothing and were destined to live, sleep and eat together, in a state of total nudity; but they were allowed to practise with each other that indispensible function of  life: copulation.

Chapter 7

Before the slaves were allowed to settle into their new style of life, there were certain physical modifications, which Flavius decided to have made to their bodies. It is said that beauty exists only in the eye of the beholder; in this case the beholder and sole arbiter of beauty of the individual sex-slaves, was Flavius himself. By any standards Flavius had a keen, naturally aesthetic eye in all things. But when it came to defining visually the perfect young man, one whom he would like to fuck himself, his ideal was Maro. With his rippling muscles and generous penis, Maro was, in the eyes of Flavius, the ultimate expression of perfect, physical, male beauty.  In his quest for young slaves he had automatically kept the naked Maro in his mind’s eye when it came to selecting young men for his sex-cohort. All the young men he eventually selected were what we today would call well-ripped; but over and above their superb physiques, they all had large penises; not, it had to admitted, quite as massive as Maro’s; although one or two of the Africans ran Maro a close second.  But the thing, which set Maro apart and which Flavius found particularly attractive, was the fact that his penis had been circumcised.

Circumcision was not practised among Romans, who considered the practice barbaric and a mutilation of the male body. But this having  been said, Flavius saw Maro’s cock, circumcised free of  foreskin, with its cock-head proudly displayed and set off from the main shaft by a well defined rim, as an object of unique beauty, especially when it was erect and ready for action. And as his word was law, he decided that all of the 20 young men he had chosen, who were not already cut, should be circumcised. As there was no Roman tradition for the act, Flavius recruited a Jewish rabbi to perform this operation on his slaves

None of the slaves had particularly enjoyed being beaten by Maro, who, although a slave himself, had not spared their backsides as he applied the cane.  But that faded into insignificance when faced with the news that their cocks were to go under the knife. They were all, to the very last man, terrified at the thought of allowing a knife of any kind near that hallmark of their manhood: their penises. Of course, what the slaves thought was of no importance whatsoever, for they were all totally subservient to the wishes of Flavius, their Master and had to obey his every order or be punished. Fortunately all the operations of this precursor of cosmetic surgery went well. Over a period of six months, the rabbi successfully relieved 18 young men of their foreskins, (two having been circumcised previously.)  Once the trauma of the operation was behind them – and it had been for each of them a painfully traumatic moment as their foreskins were sliced away without any anaesthetic – all of the slaves became proud of their new appearances which added masculinity their status when their cocks were erect for action, as was often the case.

But circumcision was not the end to the body modifications which Flavius visited on his sex-slaves. Nipple and cock piercing were common practices among gladiators who appeared in the arena. Flavius, finding body jewellery aesthetically enhanced the wearer’s sexual attractiveness, decided that all 10 black slaves should have their nipples and cocks pierced and fitted with custom made, gold rings. What we today refer to as a Prince Albert piercing, after Queen Victoria’s husband ,who reputedly wore a ring to keep his cock in check under the tight trousers then fashionable, when in fact both, body and cock piercing,  as does also tattooing, all predate our era by several millennia.  The pierced cock-ring as conceived by Flavius was a well engineered, aesthetic piece of erotic jewellery, which was customised to each slave to fit snugly onto his cock-head.

After passing one end of an already pre-formed circular, gold band through the piercing channel, which ran from below the cock-head and emerged from the urethra, the two ends of the band were pulled together to form visually an apparently continuous ring.  The ends of the band, forming a butt joint, were  finally very firmly clasped together in situ by the goldsmith, who was doing the fitting, thereby creating the illusion of a continuous ring such as is widely worn on the fingers.  The final touch was to rotate the ring so that the joint was hidden in the wearer’s cock-head, thereby giving the appearance of a continuous finger ring and concealing how it was actually fitted. Flavius, with the aesthetic eye of the visual connoisseur that he truly was, had instructed the goldsmith to make each ring fit snugly, so that the exposed part hugged the wearer’s cock-head. Thus, when the cock was erect and ready to fuck, the ring appeared visually to be an integral part of the slave’s penis and in no way interfered with the organ’s to perform the prime function for which it was destined: sex.

The white slaves were not neglected in Flavius’s desire to ornament the bodies of the entire sex-slave cohort. Their nipples were also pierced and fitted with gold rings. Their cocks were also fitted with rings, but were not pierced. Instead of a ring passing through a piercing in the cock-head, Flavius had designed and had made a ring which was fitted against the exposed rim of the cock-head created by the removal of the foreskin, thereby enhancing the presentation of the cock-head. When fitted, the visual effect of the custom made ring resembled a ring on a finger, but drew attention to the cock-head, beneath which it rested. The goldsmith had added a retaining device to the ring to prevent it slipping down the shaft or falling off, as, when sometimes happens, even the largest, rubbery cock, becomes a shrivelled version of its normal self. This device consisted of a short peduncle, ending in sort of a rounded rectangular hook with a smooth end, which was pushed into the end of the urethra, thereby holding the ring in place. The ring was positioned so that the retaining stem of peduncle was on the underside of the cock-head. What one saw was a cock-head encircled snugly by a gold ring, with the retaining stem snugly in place, disappearing into the urethra. When all 10 young men, wearing such unusual circumferential rings enhancing their cock-heads, were gathered together, the overall effect was stunningly erotic.

Body modification did not end with pierced nipples and cock-rings. Flavius had bought two slaves who were trained barbers and insisted that all sex-slaves have all their body hair completely removed, leaving only the hair on their heads. He had been entranced by the attractiveness of Maro’s muscular body devoid of any hair, especially the lack pubic hair around his cock and balls and the hair which so often grows on the inside of the legs in the valley leading to a man’s anus. There was something very attractive to an aesthete like Flavius, who spite of being an ardent practitioner of anal sex, like to have the whole area free of hair, whose presence added nothing to the act, but rendered what was anyway an inherently messy, but infinitely pleasurable union of the cock and anus of two males, even messier. All sex-slaves were professionally shaved each day their bodies were regularly kept free of any hair.

Maro, ever eager to please his Master, was bold enough to make a suggestion concerning how the sex-slaves should live together. Flavius’s initial idea had been the the whole cohort of 20 young men to live together as one family. But Maro, himself a black Africane, cautioned him against this: “Master, forgive me for questioning your plans, but I am the first coloured slave you have ever had and now you have acquired another 10. Master, everyone has his place in Roman society and must not only know it, but keep to it. You and your patrician friends are at the top and we slaves are at the very bottom. But what you are possible unaware of, is that there is a social hierarchy among the different slaves. Greek slaves are considered the top level, followed by other white slaves, followed by slaves with coloured skin, followed by black Africans, to which group I belong.  Master, we Africans who are Negroid and are originally for central and southern Africa, south of the great desert, whatever the depth of our skin colouration, are considered as the lowest of the low. Master, I fear that you will make difficulties for yourself if you insist that the whites and the blacks live together.”

“Already, Master, of your first two white slaves, one is Greek and the other Armenian. I can tell you now that the Greek will feel he is superior to his brother slave who is not a Greek.  But the whites will ultimately come to terms with living together whatever their origin. But I can assure you, Master, that to make the whites live together in the same quarters as the blacks is a recipe for disaster. Of course as their Master, you can insist that they all live together, they will obey you as they have no option; but there will be discontent.” Now the last thing that Flavius wanted was discontent leading to anarchy in his own house and he took Maro’s advice.  Maro was to be proved right and peace reigned over the two halves of the sex cohort.

CHAPTER 8

Coming back to that first day, when the first two white slaves had been inducted into the Casa Priapus household, Flavius suddenly thought back to the slight reluctance which Maro had shown when ordered to give the new slaves their induction beating. It suddenly hit Flavius that he and Maro shared a completely different relationship with each other than was normal between a Master and a slave. Certainly Maro was still and would always be a subservient member of his household, but the sexual relationship between them went far beyond the norms of what was considered acceptable in Roman society. That a Master fucked his male slaves was acceptable; but the converse was definitely not.  In fact, Flavius was so besotted to possess Maro, who had rapidly become much more than a subservient slave, on whom he exercised his sexual libido when he wanted, and was now one of his most cherished possessions, along with his wife Claudia and their children.

With both Flavius and Maro still totally naked and Flavius still hot for more sex, pulling at the leash like a dog, smelling a bitch in heat, he led Maro into his bedroom, where he first to allowed his slave to face fuck him with his magnificent cock. He then sank his own meat deep into Maro’s passage and proceeded to fuck him with an intensity which Maro had never before experienced. After that their liaison just went on and on, with both of them acting as equals, each of them doing to the other exactly as he wished. It was not the first time that Maro had penetrated his Master; but it was the first time that he had shafted Flavius without having been invited to do so.  For the first time ever, Flavius and he were fucking one another as equals. During the several hours, in which the two of them fucked each other like rabbits, for the first time Maro did exactly as he wanted with Flavius. Whenever he had penetrated his Master in the past, it had been at Flavius’s request; never had Maro dared, until now, to presume that even in the intimacy of sex, he and his Master were equals. He had always known his place and kept to it, although he had already seen from the close sexual relationship he had with Flavius, that he could not be considered a normal slave.

But this time it was different; Flavius and Maro, Master and slave, were so carried away by the passion of what they were doing, that social conventions were forgotten; the two of them fucked each other as equals, without a word passing between them. Flavius had long been besotted with Maro; but after what they had now done together, he was finally coming to understand that the attraction was mutual: Maro wanted him as much as he wanted his slave. For the first time ever, exhausted by two hours of vigorous sexual gymnastics, they fell into other’s arms and Flavius did something he had never before done with another man; he kissed Maro, his slave, on the lips. This, Flavius had always considered the most intimate of acts, much more intimate for him than any act of sex; and it was to mark a new milestone in their joint lives  Usually after a bout of sex with his Master,  Maro returned to his quarters, where he slept together with his brother slaves. Flavius, meanwhile, either slept alone or went to join his wife in her bed in the Villa Valerius. This time, however, worn out by their joint labours, they both fell asleep, lying there naked as they were, to wake the following morning to find themselves, for first time, in the same bed together.

In view of what had passed between them, Flavius realised that fate, in the form of mutually uncontrollable, sexual desire had brought them together. In allowing what had happened between them to pass without protest, Flavius saw that he had crossed the Rubicon and that with Maro there could now be no going back. After what had happened last night, Master and slave were now more or less on a level playing field when it came to their sexual relationship. Thinking about the situation as he gazed on the naked Maro, lying still asleep in the bed, Flavius asked himself why he should want to change anything. He had known in his heart of hearts from more or less the moment that he had first seen him that he, a patrician Roman, and Maro, a black African, were destined ultimately to be together. Conventions be damned! What did it matter if he chose to associate with a member of the lowest of the low social classes? He knew that he personally wanted a long-term, stable, sexual relationship as equals with Maro. He was still the Master and Maro was still his slave; but their relationship had now changed completely.

When Maro awakened a few minutes later, he was horrified to find himself in bed with his Master. Like Flavius, he too had been carried away by the quasi-uncontrollable forces of lustful compulsion of sex. He, a slave, had allowed his own libido to dictate his actions, which had not been rebuffed but echoed in kind by his Master. He was petrified to think that he had had the audacity to sexually penetrate his Master without having been invited to do so; it was an unheard of liberty, for which he might fully have expected to be sold off to a slave dealer, after having had the skin taken off his back with a whip. In his book, in spite of the close sexual connection he had developed with Flavius, until last night, which had been an aberration, Maro had always played by the rules, which, in his book, were very simple: slaves were slaves and Masters were Masters, whose every word must be obeyed. He fully expected the wrath of God to descend upon him or the Sword of Damocles to smite off his head for his sexual transgressions; but, in the event, neither of these two unlikely, mythical events occurred. What happened – and it did actually happen – was as totally unexpected as it was agreeable for Maro.

Before Maro had begun to make his excuses for what had happened the previous night, to his absolute amazement, Flavius, far from being aggrieved with him, pulled himself to his feet off the bed, leaving Maro lying there. In total disbelief, Maro watched Flavius reach for a bottle of oil and lubricated his cock which was as rampant as ever and clearly primed for action, thereby showing his slave that he was ready to go on where they had left off last night. He then dropped to his knees in front of an astonished Maro, pulled his legs vertical and then, holding them firm, one each side of his chest, he slid his unbridled, and obviously uncontrollable erection, deep into his slave.  As Maro’s anal muscles relaxed and allowed Flavius’s cock to enter him, he suddenly understood that his Master was in the grip of the same spontaneous, intractable, sexual craving as he himself had been the previous evening. It suddenly brought home to him the inexorable, unrelenting power of sexual lust, which once it has someone in its grip, requires great presence of mind to control. As he himself yesterday evening had been, Maro saw that Flavius was now in the grip of this well-nigh uncontrollable, sexual impulse, whose dictatorial demands were suppressing any self-restraint or control he might have had.

The act, which Flavius was now visiting on Maro, had none of the usual considerations for his slave’s feelings, which he normally brought to bear when he fucked him. This was an expression of unadulterated, raw sex, whose aim was purely to satisfy his momentary, totally egocentric desire to fuck. There was nothing mutual about what he was doing; it was exactly the sort casual rough sex for which he was engaged in building up his cohort of 20 sex-slaves: to satisfy his own crudest of impulses to fuck arse: any arse. Maro, who was nobody’s fool when it came to sex, recognised that his Master was in the clutch of a compulsive force which had proved stronger than his power to resist it. As he was, to all intents and purposes – to use an ugly word – being raped, he was sufficiently self-controlled to see that as his Master’s slave he could do nothing at all to prevent it,  he did the sensible thing: he sat back and enjoyed the experience. And the fact of the matter was that the pounding Maro took from Flavius’s cock was really intoxicatingly exhilarating for both parties. He found that he was really enjoying the pounding which he was receiving as much as Flavius was obviously enjoying giving it. Begun with no thought of anything but satisfying himself, Flavius just went on and on fucking Maro, with an ever increasing force and speed and ever longer strokes, which defied description. When he finally withdrew his quivering penis completely from Maro’s anus and slammed its full length back to bring himself to orgasm, by accident rather than design, he brought his slave to his own orgasm simultaneous with his own. Even without this happy happenstance, that morning’s really rough fuck by his Master was a wake-up call, which Maro would ever forget.

It is doubtful if Flavius perceived how he had, quite unintentionally, turned, what had set out as a self-centred act to appease his own incontrollable desire to have sex there and then, into a triumph of mutual satisfaction. Once he had calmed down after his physical effort – sex is such hard work – he was immediately filled with self-recrimination for what he had just done to to Maro. He mentally grovelled in front of his slave, as he tried, in his mind, to formulate an apology for his actions. At the end of the day, as an inveterate practitioner of what we today refer to as gay sex and owner of dozens of slaves, Flavius was basically a fair man and had a strong moral streak to his character, from which he  could never escape for long. In short, unlike most young Romans of his rank, he had an omnipresent conscience.  If Maro had been surprised not to be censured for his own uninvited sexual acts on his Master the previous evening and his surprise by Flavius’s  subsequent  morning wake-up fuck, what came next was just too outrageous even be contemplated. After Flavius and Maro had performed their morning ablutions and washed away all traces of sex, now dressed in their usual tunics, Maro brought his Master his usual breakfast of bread and milk. Maro never ate together with Flavius, but took all his meals with his brother slaves. It was, was, therefore, a great surprise to him when Flavius motioned to him to sit, if not to eat with him. It was an even greater surprise to him, when he heard what Flavius now required of him; he could hardly believe his ears.

“Master, you cannot be serious in asking me, your slave, to thrash your buttocks with a cane as you do to all slaves on their arrival arrival in your house; as you did to me personally and as we are presently doing to the newly recruited sex-slaves. Master, please tell me that I have somehow misheard you; misunderstood what you have just requested me to do, Master. Master, I have to tell you from personal experience that 18 strokes of the cane across your bare buttocks, is agonisingly painful. You cannot possibly mean that I, your slave, should give you my Master, 18 strokes, of the cane across your bare buttocks.  Master, I beg of you, please tell me that I have misunderstood.”

“No, Maro, you have not misunderstood my intention. The only thing you have misunderstood is that what I want you to do was given as an order, not a request. Maro, in view of our exceptional relationship, Master and slave, I will tell you why I want you, my slave, to beat me exactly the same I beat slaves, or order them to be beaten. I want to undergo myself the same punishment that I regularly inflict on others, to experience for myself the agony to which I subject them.  I want to do this because I wish to be fair and just to everyone, even to my slaves, whom I can treat as I wish.  In future I want to be sure that when I order a certain punishment to be given to a slave, that it is not exaggerated and is appropriate for the offence he has committed.  I want a slave to know that his Master is fully aware of the pain to which he is subjecting him and that the punishment he is receiving is commensurate with the offence he has committed. I can only do this if I am myself aware of the intensity of the pain I am inflicting on others; hence my order.  Maro, when, in a few minutes time, you beat me, your Master, I would caution you not to attempt to give me an easy ride. I am ordering you now, to beat me with all the force you employed the two young lads we were inducting yesterday. If you do not do so, I will know; and I promise you that I will personally roast your own arse for you. You will, from our own experience, appreciate that although I am unaware of the intensity of pain a beating generates, I am an expert in inflicting it. Well, now that all is clear, I suggest we move to the induction room where you will perform the unusual task, which we have just discussed.  Then we he we will occupy ourselves with the induction of the three African sex-slaves: a more agreeable task for both of us.”

So, there it was; Maro found himself in the unenviable position of being ordered to beat his Master: in itself a totally unprecedented event, but one which was rendered even more so by the fact that Flavius and Maro, Master and slave, already led a surprisingly atypical, intimate sex-life together. But Maro could do little other than obey, as notwithstanding the special sexual relationship he enjoyed with his Master, at the end of the day, he was still his slave. Flavius and he moved into the room where they were inducting the new sex-slaves; Flavius immediately discarded his short toga and motioned Maro to do the same. The two young men were accustomed to seeing one another naked, each delighting in the other’s physique and sexual attributes, as befits two male lovers; for lovers, although the word was never given breath, was what they had become. But there is a world of difference between when two men strip naked for sex and the situation which now obtained.  But, even in face of the extraordinarily embarrassing predicament in which Maro found himself, the strong connection between sex and corporal punishment was, as ever, evident; both Flavius, whose arse was to be beaten, and Maro, in this case, a very reluctant beater, were sporting rock-hard erections. Indeed, Maro had reached such a state of sexual arousal, that his 10 inch erection was already exuding the first, viscous drops of precum.

As Flavius, the sole author of this scene, bent across the very same table over which the first two white sex-slaves had flexed themselves yesterday, Maro gave his Master a look which said it all. Flavius, however, unrelenting in his decision, from which he was not to be deflected by Maro’s imploring looks, reminded him that he had been ordered to lay on the cane, unless he wanted a dose of the same himself. Maro, seeing he was figuratively pissing into the wind and that his Master would not change his mind, finally capitulated and stopped pleading what he saw was a lost cause. As he advanced, cane in hand, to begin his onslaught on his Master’s arse, the one encouraging thing he saw was that Flavius had spread his legs wide, drawing the eye to his anus, that all-important entry port to the greatest of sexual pleasures. Maro, realising that push had now come to shove and that he had no option but to carry out his Master’s crazy order, laid his cane for the first time across those undefiled buttocks, with which he was already so intimately familiar under more congenial circumstances and prepared to lay on his first cut.

The cane descended at lightning speed and, with a crack to wake the dead, etched the first of its inimitable furrows in his Master’s virgin flesh. Curiously enough, once Maro had started on what for him, at the outset, had been an utterly repugnant task, he was seized by that pervertedly brutal streak, which so many of us have, but which lies dormant most of the time. So much so, that by the time he had delivered 18 swingeing cuts of the cane, Flavius now knew full well the agony which many of his slaves had felt; and for that matter, many would continue to feel, for there was no question of abandoning corporal punishment.  Far from holding back, Maro, in the grip of sadism, had covered his Master’s arse with a criss-cross pattern of 18 excruciatingly painful, bruised red furrows.

In spite of himself, Maro had, like many inflictors of corporal punishment, actually enjoyed the process of thrashing his Master. But now that it was all over and he saw that damage he had wreaked on Flavius’s arse, he was filled with remorse at what he had done and wondered if relations between himself and his Master could ever again be the same as in the past. But Flavius was made of sterner stuff; agonising though his maiden ordeal with the cane had been, he was quickly to find, as would literally thousands of English public school boys, two millennia later, that the young male arse is a very resilient part of the anatomy, with such amazing powers of recovery, that it lends itself perfectly to the purpose of corrective thrashings. Flavius had not made a sound while Maro was shredding his arse. He remained in position over the table, recovering from the last stroke of the cane, which Maro, with a certain dramatic flourish, had laid on particularly hard.  Maro, meanwhile, surveying with horror what he had done to his Master’s arse, felt his cock, which was still hard, telling him that it really wanted action. Maro saw also, in spite of – or was it, thanks to? – the beating Flavius had just taken, that his  Master’s cock, with which he was intimately familiar, was still hard and, like his own, was oozing precum. Flavius had spread is legs, giving easy access to his anus, to which Maro, notwithstanding all that had just happened, was drawn like a moth to a flame. However, in spite of the unheard of liberty he had taken last night, when he had dared to fuck his Master without being invited to do so, when now faced with the most tempting opportunity, he dared not act, in spite of the wordless urgings from his cock. God, how he wanted, at that moment, to fuck the arse which he had just flogged!

His prayers were answered almost immediately by Flavius, who, still bent across the table, knew from past experience that his slave would be salivating with lust at the thought of what he would now like to do to him. But the lust was not one-sided, for Flavius, having just taken his first beating ever, was as sexually aroused as was Maro and wanted nothing more than his slave to fuck him, bent over the table as he was. Sensing that Maro would not dare to take the next step, which both of them desperately wanted at that moment, he said:  “Go on Maro, just do it; you know you want to; so just do it; don’t hold back as I need a good hard fuck right now.  “Hearing these words from Flavius, Maro’s spirits and confidence soared as obviously all was not lost between them. As he wished at that moment nothing more than to have sex with his Master, whose anus was just asking to be penetrated, that is exactly what he now did. At the first touch of the tip of his exposed cock-head against the opening of Flavius’s passage, a wave of relief flooded though his body as he saw that all was not lost between them. It was the third time in 24 hour that he would have fucked someone whose arse he had just flogged. But it was only now, that, for the first time, the close relationship between corporal punishment and sex was brought home to him. He had already seen, in spite of his horror at being ordered to beat his Master, once his initial reluctance had been overcome and the first stroke of the cane delivered, he had thoroughly enjoyed what he was doing. 

Now with his cock poised to penetrate his Master’s anus, he saw that the beating had, in a different – thankfully, less painful – way affected him as much as it had his Master. He felt that his cock, his fuck- stick, his most precious possession, always magnificent when poised for action in all its circumcised glory, seemed, somehow, to have grown in stature. His cock-head, poised ready to penetrate his Master, was practically bursting under the increased blood pressure, which the act of beating Flavius with its sexual arousal had brought in its wake. He saw that there would be no need of lubrication, as he was already leaking a stream of slippery precum. As he gave Flavius the benefit of the full 10 inches of inches of his pulsating man-meat, he knew that he was literally on the edge of his own orgasm and that he would need great self-control if he were to satisfy his Master as well as himself; but that was exactly what intended to do as an act of atonement for what he still saw as his sins last night. An observer, had anyone been present, would have witnessed a young man who, by any standard, was a consummate Master of the art of anal copulation, fucking his partner with a vigour that belied belief.

This was no loving union of two bodies, but, for both parties, a celebration of rough, gay sex at its most exhilarating, but at the same time, its intoxicating best. Maro thrust his cock in and out of Flavius, at a speed and with a brutal force, both of which belied belief. In and out went Maro’s bone-hard, 10 inch penis, each stroke faster and more powerful than the previous. It was an utterly breathtaking performance of virtuoso cock control. At each stroke, Maro more or less withdrew himself from his Master’s anus, leaving only his cock-head still engaged, before plunging himself back, thereby giving Flavius  the sexually stimulating pleasure of taking a 10 inch, dead-straight fuck-stick repeatedly up his arse. But beyond the overt, robust stamina which Maro was lavishing on Flavius, he never lost sight of what had become for him the sine qua non, the imperative of what he was doing: to bring himself and his Master to orgasm simultaneously.  Difficult to achieve at the best of times, under the present conditions, with Maro still emotionally upset about being forced to beat his Master coupled with what he still saw as his act of lèse majesté yesterday night, it might have seemed that he was reaching for the unattainable. Even more so, when one remembers that Maro had been almost on the point of climaxing himself before his cock had even touched his Master’s anus.

But despite the bad auguries militating against success, by sheer determination and willpower, Maro managed to hold himself in check long enough during his incessant battering of his Mater’s arse until Flavius himself could stand it no longer and cried out:  “Now Maro; do it now Maro; do it now!”  On hearing this, Maro knew that he had, against all odds, succeeded. He withdrew the full 10 inches of his hard man-meat from his Master’s anus, before thrusting himself back with great speed and force and bringing  them both to that much desired, but so often elusive, state of nirvana: the simultaneous orgasm.  Not surprisingly, given the high emotional state of both parties, thanks to the vigorous perseverance of Maro and a virtuoso performance of anal sex, when the orgasmic end finally came, the two young men both simultaneously exploded in fountains of thick sperm. Maro, with his penis buried deep inside his Master’s rectum, left him with a temporary souvenir of their coupling; Flavius, meanwhile, whose own cock was pointing stiffly at the floor beneath the table over which he was still bent, shot his load all over the floor, Thus ended a difficult moment in the relationship between Flavius, the Master, and Maro.

“Maro, my friend, when it comes to fucking, you are in a class of your own.” said Flavius: “Where the hell did you learn to use your meat like that?  That, my friend, was best rough fuck, I have ever had in my life and believe me, I’ve had plenty.  You, Maro, are an absolute Master at dominant sex; you were put on earth by the gods, to fuck butt; I consider myself blessed by the god, Priapus, to have found you. We were divinely ordained by the gods to meet; ours is a match made in heaven.”

Listening to Flavius, Maro was beside himself with relief, when he understood the import of these remarks from his Master.  He knew that as a slave, he was at his Master’s beck and call in all things. To be told by Flavius that he was a master at dominant sex was the ultimate accolade.  Maro was acutely aware that Roman patricians like Flavius, were, in all matters, sex included, always supposed to be the dominant partner. In matters sexual, it was of little consequence to Romans whom or even what the fucked as they had catholic tastes when it came to sex; they fucked anybody, just as long as they were the dominant partner; they penetrated others, but never allowed themselves to be penetrated by anyone of a lower class than themselves, least of all a slave; and in Maro’s case, a black African slave at that! That, at least was the received wisdom. But men being human, and the flesh, then as now, being weak, even patrician Romans, in the throes of sexual arousal, allowed themselves to deviate from the straight and narrow. Even having been invited to penetrate his Master was considered by Maro as a great privilege, already overstepping social convention by a mile. But to do as he had done the previous evening, and fuck his Master without being invited to do so, had been a step too far.

So, now to be told that he was a master at dominant sex and that he had given his Master, the best rough fuck of his life, was truly manna from heaven to Maro’s ears. Maro understood that all his sins – if one could call them that – had been forgiven or forgotten and that his relationship with his Master had been restored. And, just as Flavius clearly found Maro, his perfect sex partner, so the feeling was reciprocal. Whoever’s cock was doing the honours, there was always that synergy between them which made every occasion perfect. Maro, like his Master, Flavius, was a young man with considerable sexual experience prior to their meeting. He had been regularly fucked by his previous owner before having been acquired by Flavius and had literally been used as an in-house bum-boy by his then Master and his patrician friends: Maro had been just another slave; someone whom his Master fucked whenever he felt the need, without any thought for the feelings of the young man, whose anus he was hammering.,  Unlike Flavius who was bi-sexual, Maro was sexually a totally dedicated man’s-man and as such had never had sex with a woman. However, exactly as Flavius evidently found Maro the greatest cocksman ever, so Maro also found that Flavius was no slouch when he penetrated him – as he often did. He may not have had the same exceptional length and girth as Maro – but then, who did? – but Flavius used what he had – which was by no means negligible – to  perfection and Maro appreciated that whenever Flavius was fucking him, he was always treated as an equal.

Whenever, he was the passive partner to his Master’s penetrative prowess – as he frequently was – he was never abandoned by Flavius; Flavius automatically always took Maro’s feelings into account; he was never simply treated as a sex toy by his Master, as he had regularly been in the past, but always as an equal partner, who also had to be sexually satisfied in ever union.  The thing Maro had learned most to appreciate and which he tried to emulate, not always successfully, even with his exceptional endowment, was that whenever Flavius was fucking him, his determination always to take Maro, his slave, through to orgasm, never wavered. After several minutes, with his cock still deep inside his Master, silently sharing with him the pleasure as those sublime post-orgasmic moments faded away, Maro now withdrew himself and stood up, waiting to see what Flavius wanted to do next. By now, his penis had calmed itself and had returned to its resting position, falling fetchingly in a graceful curve over his balls. Any observer who had been fortunate enough to see Maro standing there, in all his immediate, post-coital glory, would have seen a sublimely handsome muscular young stud, totally at ease in himself, sporting a piece of man-meat to die for. As he stood there, waiting for Flavius to tell him what he now wanted to do, he could have been forgiven for turning on even the most hardened of straight men. In a word, Maro was an icon to the God Priapus: he was visually a come-hither icon for sex.

As Flavius, gingerly pulled himself up from the table over which he had been bending to receive Maro’s disciplinary and sexual attention, both of which he had wished upon himself, he was struck by the present, quite exceptional radiance of Maro’s physical attractiveness and sexual desirability, which the young man, quite unknowingly and involuntarily was, at that moment, projecting in spades. It is not to say that Maro was not physically and sexually attractive at all times, but the fact that he had just had a load of uncertainty lifted from his mind, somehow manifested itself visually in his enhanced physical and sexual allure.  With Maro standing there naked in front of him, looking like a gift from the gods, Flavius, in spite of still wincing at the pain of his agonising arse and having just been fucked really hard at his own request by the very man whose radiance and desirability he was now eying, found himself totally captivated by his slave in a quite libidinous manner. As already observed above, Maro’s appearance could have sexually excited even the most hardened of straight men and Flavius was certainly not a hardened and straight man! In fact, quite the contrary, as he was a man who absolutely delighted in the pleasures of the male flesh

Flavius took Maro by the hand and led him towards the baths. The Romans loved bathing and Flavius had installed a warm, Roman style bath in the Casa Priapus. Once in the soothingly relaxing water, Flavius thrust his penis, which had obligingly risen yet again to the occasion, into Maro’s mouth; whereupon Maro, ever obedient and desirous of pleasing his Master as ever, more than willingly, began to suck him off. Maro quickly sensed that his Master wanted much more than to fuck his face.  And he was right, for Flavius quickly disengaged his meat from Maro’s mouth, spun Maro around in the water and then, very gently, penetrated him. But, this was not a prelude to an act of vigorously brutal sex, such as Maro had, just a few minutes ago, practised on his Master. Maro knew from the moment the tip of his Master’s penis touched his anus and he relaxed his anal muscles and allowed Flavius to gently enter his inner sanctum, that this was to be an act of pure love. As he bottomed his pelvis against the comforting muscles of Maro’s arse, Flavius emitted a groan of sheer pleasure. Then, as Maro had foreseen, he very gently and lovingly began to fuck his slave with long, lissom strokes of his penis. But in contrast to what usually happened, as time progressed, Flavius did not increase the speed and force of the reciprocating movements, which are the very essence of copulation. Instead, on and on he went with the same long, gentle strokes until he finally brought Maro to the trembling edge of orgasm.

By this time, Maro’s body was quivering like a leaf with the pure pleasurable sensations with which Flavius’s efforts were imbuing him.  He had never his life - and he had been fucked by many other men before Flavius – experienced anything to compare with the exquisite sensations which were now suffusing his body. The amazing difference between the way Flavius normally brought him to orgasm and what was now happening, was that usually, once he had been brought to the limits of endurance by ever more furious pounding, there was no delaying the consequences; with one final thrust of his cock, Flavius triggered their joint simultaneous ejaculations, leading to those few exquisite seconds of orgasm. Whereas now, in contrast, Flavius, by persisting with his gentle sexual ministrations, managed to hold Maro in the exquisite state of pre-orgasm for almost 30 seconds, thereby prolonging their joint pleasure. When it finally came, the orgasm was as magnificent, but, was, as ever, equally brief. But what lifted this occasion out of the ordinary, was the tender, loving care which Flavius had lavished on his slave. This was much more than a casual fuck in which Flavius assuaged his carnal desires on his slave; it was an act performed with love: love, a word which they both felt for each other, but which was never intoned by either of them.

Flavius had still not finished with Maro. He he led him from the baths back to his bedroom, where the pair of them spent the rest of the morning (!) like newlyweds on their wedding night. Maro, as befitted a Roman slave, had hitherto always allow his Master to take the lead and choreograph the steps in their sexual relations. However, for the first time ever, time Maro was completely relaxed with his Master and did exactly what he wanted.  As equals, the two of them spent the entire morning enjoying each others’ bodies, indulging in hitherto almost non-stop acts of sexual gymnastics. Finally it was Maro who reminded his Master that the three Africans remained to be inducted into the the Casa Priapus as sex-slaves.

The three young black men, all stark naked, were brought before Flavius and Maro. Although they had slept separately from their white brother slaves, Primus and Secundus Albus, both of whom had suffered the induction process the previous day, they had obviously talked to their white counterparts and were not surprisingly trembling with fear, not of the unknown, but of what they knew they were about to undergo. They already knew that if they were treated as their counterparts had been the previous day, they would, in the next few minutes, each be fucked twice and receive 18 strokes of the cane across their naked arses; not at all a present prospect; but one they could do nothing to avoid.  It was enough to make even the most obdurately hardened, macho, young man nervous; even more so once they saw, for the first time, their new Master and his favourite slave both naked before them.  Even as sexually well-equipped, young, black Africans, as they all were, the prospect of being shafted by their new Master was daunting. But when they saw the size of Maro’s cock, which, even by black African standards, they realised was quite exceptional. They all inwardly shuddered at the thought of being forced to allow such a huge piece of man-meat to penetrate their anuses. Frankly, it would have been better for them not to have known what they were now about to suffer and faced their immediate fate, sight unseen.

But suffer they did, as Flavius had decreed that, eventually, the entire cohort of 20 sex-slaves would undergo the same induction to life in the Casa Priapus.  On this occasion, he had decided that the three of them would be dealt with together.  The slaves assisting in the preparation of the three young men for their induction, secured each of them across the end of a separate table, their legs apart, their arses at the edge of the table, across which they would remain bent and immobile, whilst they were fucked, first by their Master, then caned by Maro, prior to being fucked by him. Maro approached Flavius, with a small flask of oil, with which he lubricated his Master’s penis, before doing the same to his own massive organ. He then approached each of the three slaves individually, anointed their anuses with oil to facilitate their welcome to the Casa Priapus, in the form of their maiden penetration by their new Master. Once he was satisfied that they were all well lubricated and ready for fucking, he signalled to Flavius that the three were ready for him. Flavius had decided that all 20 young men of his sex-slave cohort would be initiated by him personally into the sex-life, for which they were now destined. It was only now, when reality was staring them in the face and their anuses were about to be penetrated by their Master’s penis, that the three of them began to understand that, in their future life, they would be sex-toys for their new Master and his friends.

Flavius first approached Primus Colorius and placed one  hand on  each of the lad’s hips, gazed at his plump buttocks and saw that they  were visibly palpitating with fear of what was about to happen to him. Had Primus been about to be shafted by one of his brother slaves – as he would regularly be in the future – he would have felt less uneasy: less fearful.  But Primus Colorius was just 18 years old and had, like his white namesake as yet had no sexual experience whatsoever. As he was about to lose his anal virginity involuntarily to his young Master, he was, to say the least, extremely nervous. Flavius saw the nervous state the young lad was in and as he prepared to penetrate the tight young pucker between the muscular buttocks before him, he thought back to when he was that age himself and his father had caught him in flagrante with one of the slaves and what that had led to. Make no mistake, Flavius was no altruist and was definitely his own Master; but neither was he a sadist or a cruel man. Although he knew he was building his cohort of sex-slaves uniquely to satisfy his own almost insatiable desire to have casual sex with a variety of attractive young men who he owned, he saw no reason why, provided they played by his rules and by his rules alone, his sex-slaves should not enjoy together the homosexual sex-life he knew he was forcing upon them. He had, as a slave owner, empathy with his slaves: a rare commodity among the patrician classes of ancient Rome.  It was at that moment, as he was preparing himself to penetrate the virgin anus of Primus Colorius that his vague ideas on how the 20 sex-slave should be allowed to live together, took form.

As Flavius himself, age only 17, had not been able to resist the power of sex and had gone on from there to develop a full and satisfying bi-sexual sex-life, he fully appreciated that most young men needed sex as much – and almost as often – as they needed food and drink. So, he asked himself as he prepared to fuck Primus, if he, as the legal owner of these young men, had the moral right to deprive them of their natural birthright; to prevent them from enjoying the fundamental act of copulation with another human, which all men instinctively have. As the tip of his penis touched against the anus of Primus Colorius, he immediately sensed that automatic, involuntary tightening of his slave’s anal muscles to prevent him entering; Flavius then went ahead and initiated Primus into the sensual delights of anal sex.  Flavius, having no idea what Primus’s sexual orientation was, made a great effort to allay the lad’s obvious fear of his first sexual experience. Expert cocks-man that he was, Flavius had decided, as he initiated each new slave into his new role dedicated to homosexual sex that he would systematically try to fuck him through to orgasm. When Primus finally climaxed on his first encounter with anal sex, in an enormous ejaculative emission of his semen, which he jerked all over the floor, Flavius, knew instinctively that he had shown Primus just how rewardingly simulating the act of anal sex with another man could be, even as an obligatory passive partner to the act. As Primus’s body shuddered uncontrollably as he jerked put his emission, Flavius had the strong impression that Primus had actually enjoyed the experience, which he sincerely hoped was the case.

Come what may, as Primus and his brother slaves would be obliged to lead a life where they had regularly to make themselves available for anal sex as and when their Master ordered, it would be better for them if they enjoyed the burden which was forced upon them. It was Flavius’s most fervent hope that with any luck, most of them would eventually come to enjoy their servitude as sex-slaves as much as their Master enjoyed serving them. They would all eventually come to see that regular copulation was an important, indispensible activity in the daily life of any young man. Even those who were resolutely heterosexual in their outlook would eventually come to see that male anal sex was not at all bad, especially when that was all that was available.

It was at then, at that precise moment, as he thrust his penis into the virgin anus of Primus Colorius, that Flavius decided definitively to allow his sex-slaves complete sexual freedom within the male confines of the Casa Priapus. Flavius had understood that however agreeable he made their daily lives as passive sex-slaves, they would inevitably also want to play the active role in the sex act themselves; it was just human nature. As vigorous, sexually well equipped, active, young men, they would wish to fuck as well as to be fucked. Provided that they obeyed the rules, under the benign eye of their owner and Master, they would be allowed to fuck each other in the way their Master and his friends fucked them; Thus, under the beneficent, but nevertheless, strict eye of Flavius, they would be able to lead a sexually satisfying homosexual sex life: a way of life, which once tested, was not to be sneezed at if no alternative was available.

Primus Colorius had already seen that his life, over which, as one of his Master’s possessions, he had no control whatsoever, might not be too bad after all. As Flavius had hoped, thanks to his considerable efforts with his cock, Primus found that he had actually enjoyed surrendering his anal virginity to his Master. It is doubtful if the young man fully appreciated what his new Master had just done for him. He had been fucked through to orgasm on his first encounter with another man’s penis. He had no idea that many men never experience what Flavius, at that moment, had done both to, and for him. But now came the less attractive part of the induction: the standard welcome beating given to all new slaves when they joined Flavius’s household. Before Maro etched his stripes with his cane with his cane on the arse of Primus Colorius, Flavius impressed on all three young African men that the beating they were all about to receive, was given to each slave on is arrival by way of a warning as to what he could expect if ever he broke the rules. Abide by the rules and there was no reason why any slave should ever again feel the bite of the cane etching stripes into his is bare arse. Nevertheless the thought of being beaten even once was not exactly a welcoming prospect. But like it or not, the three new slaves had no option other than to grin and bear it. Flavius saw that Primus, who was about to be beaten, was again trembling with fear; and he had good reason to be, as Maro did not spare him. Relentlessly, stroke followed stroke, each landing with a resounding crack across the lad’s naked buttocks. 

As he watched Maro flogging Primus Colorius, Flavius perceived that his slave was a natural with the cane. Moreover, from the expression on his face and the menacingly frightening rigidity of his 10 inch erection, which was already dripping drops of precum, indicating its readiness for active service in the near future, Maro was quite clearly enjoying what he was doing. With Primus there was no reluctance to skin his arse as there had been when Flavius had ordered Maro to beat him. What Flavius did not know, was that Maro’s previous Master had been a sadistic sod of a man who had enjoyed making his slave writhe with pain; he had regularly beaten him for no other reason than the sexual pleasure that administering corporal punishment aroused in him. He had then always gone on and rough-fucked Maro after beating him. So, Maro was now, understandably, in what might best be described as his pay-back mode. With no justification other than that Flavius was permitting him to do it, he was inflicting on Primus exactly what he had himself received many times in the past from his previous Master. He would then go on, as his cock was indicating its willingness, as it had done yesterday with both Primus and Secundus Albus, to fuck the living daylights out of the young lad’s arse.

Maro had a natural ability of laying on strokes evenly spaced and strictly parallel to each other. As he placed each stroke, Flavius marvelled at the exemplary precision of his attack. Maro could well have been giving a Master class in flagellation, as he mercilessly flogged Primus Colorius’s naked buttocks.  Maro’s true artistry in the not so gentle art of arse scourging, was revealed as he laid on the six final strokes in crossing diagonals, leaving poor Primus – one had to feel for the young lad, who had done nothing to deserve such a monumental caning – with the most artistic looking, well-beaten arse Flavius had ever seen. Flavius was full of admiration for the obvious competence and sense of purpose which Maro had shown in thrashing Primus. However, at the same time he had some sympathy for the recipient, who had done nothing to deserve such a painful caning. And as he himself had forced Maro to cane him exactly as he was now doing to Primus, he knew exactly how excruciating was the pain the lad was suffering.  Morally, Flavius knew he wanted to interfere and tell Maro to attenuate his attack; but for the moment he let sleeping dogs lie and said nothing about his misgivings. He watched, with fascination, as Maro now prepared to penetrate Primus’s anus, for the second time within a few minutes, with his exceptional man-meat.

What Primus would have made of Maro’s cock was hard to say; still bent across the table, as he was, he could not see what was next in store for him. Sexually completely aroused by the beating he had just given Primus, Maro was so inspired that he was sporting the erection to end all erections. Impressive always, his man-meat was now throbbing with anticipation of the major role it was about to play; it was akin to a male ballet dancer, who, having taken the stage for a virtuoso solo performance, was preparing to take his first step.  The engorged surface veins of his penis were pulsating with anticipation as he thrust his cock-head against Primus’s anus, which yielded immediately, almost without resistance, allowing him expertly to slide his full, hard 10 inches into the young slave’s passage. Primus, despite the pain he must have felt as Maro’s pelvis mated with his inflamed buttocks, nevertheless let out a sigh of satisfaction. It does seem to be a fact that after a beating, having one’s anus penetrated by the rate persecutor’s penis has a calming effect on the victim, emphasising, yet again, the strong connection between corporal punishment and sex.

In what Maro was now doing, there was never any question of trying to bring Primus to orgasm as Flavius had done just a few minutes earlier; this was basically a self-centred fuck, to satisfy his own lust. He fucked Primus with the same single-mindedness of purpose, putting the same force behind his cock as he had into the cane he had applied just a few minutes previously to the lad’s arse. On each reciprocal stroke of his fuck-stick, Maro thrust and withdrew his full length in and out of Primus’s passage. Each time, he bottomed his pelvis against Primus’s painfully inflamed buttocks with ever increasing force and speed, until he reached his own, self-induced climax. There was no consideration whatsoever given to his partner’s feelings; this act was purely to satisfy Maro’s own, obviously uncontrollable desire, to fuck. Had it not been sanctioned by Flavius, Maro, sexually so aroused, would not have been able to control himself and would surely have raped Primus. But what was extraordinary in the present case of such violent, anal sex was the fact that Primus, judging from the contented expression on his face, was actually enjoying being force fucked.  It does seem to be a fact that fucking, however violent, is an act, which the recipient, even when he is in pain from a beating, nevertheless enjoys,

Maro, even when rough fucking, without any consideration other than self-satisfaction, had a knack of pleasing both himself and his partner. Even though he had left Primus with his arse doused with sperm, in what might best be described as a state of suspended animation as far as his own climax was concerned, it was obvious from the expression on the lad’s face that he had enjoyed being force-fucked by Maro. The reality of his present plight quickly made itself apparent again as the euphoria of being hard-fucked by Maro, with its anaesthetising effect wore off. Primus Colorius again became painfully aware that he possessed an extremely sore arse: excruciatingly so! But his induction into his life at the Casa Priapus, in which his arse had been fucked twice in quick succession and received an agonisingly painful caning from Maro, had taught him one thing.  He would henceforth obey the rules and avoid another encounter with the cane.  As young neophyte to anal sex, which he had, for the first time today, experienced twice in quick succession, he saw sex was a much pleasanter option than being flogged, an act with which he had been was only too familiar under his previous Master. In fact, having been forced to surrender his anal virginity to his new Master, he had had a totally marvellous and unique introduction to the delights of anal sex; he had had his fist orgasm induced by his Master. Not surprisingly, he was already convinced that if his future at the Casa Priapus was to offer his anus to be fucked by his Master and his friends, life would not be all that bad.

The two other black slaves, Secundus and Tertius Colorius, awaiting their induction, were both trembling with fear; not so much by the sex side of the process, but the daunting prospect of submitting their backsides to 18 strokes of the cane laid on by Maro, whom they had perceived, watching him beat Primus, to be an expert. Unlike Primus, They were both slightly older then Primus, nearing 19 years of age. Unlike him, and unbeknown to Flavius, they had both been regularly buggered by their previous Masters. So the prospect of being sodomised in quick succession by their new Master and his body slave, held no fear for them. However, having watched Maro deliver 18 strokes of the cane to Primus’s bare arse did. But there was no way that Flavius was going to change the induction protocol, which was to remain the same for the sixth months during which he purchased the complement 15 more slaves, thereby bringing  his cohort of sex-slaves up to total of 20 young men.

Trembling with fear or not, Secundus and Tertius were each successively forced to endure the three stage induction process. Flavius first made it a point of honour for himself to fuck each of the two new slaves to his own climax, with a view to showing them that anal sex between males could be an exhilaratingly rewarding experience. Then followed Maro, with his cane, which he wielded mercilessly, endowing both of them with agonisingly painful, bruised and bleeding arses. As with Primus, he then went on and rough fucked teach of them, giving their backsides a welcome, if temporary respite from the pain he had just caused them. By late afternoon Flavius and Maro had finished inducting the three black slaves into the Casa Priapus. This was a procedure which would be repeated regularly over the next six months, as Flavius completed the purchase of the 15 slaves needed to make up his cohort of 20 eminently attractive and fuckable young men.

Chapter 9

One might have thought that both  Flavius and Maro, after a day of more or less, non-stop copulation, both with each other and with the three black slaves, all of whom they had both fucked, would have been exhausted by the sheer amount of physical energy they had expended. Not a bit of it; that evening, having finished with inducting the three slaves, spurred on by that obsessive, sexual lust, which often possesses virile young men – remember Flavius  was only 21 himself and Maro 19 – they were unable to keep their hands off each other. They went straight to Flavius’s bedroom, where they again exercised themselves on each other with that gay abandon of youth as if there was to be no tomorrow. Finally, towards midnight, after one final bout of sexual excess, they both fell asleep with their bodies entwined. For the second night running, Flavius shared his bed with his slave, Maro, and not with his wife. Relations between him and his slave had changed. Legally, Maro was still Flavius’s slave; but during the last two days, Master and slave had established a degree of physical intimacy between them which transcended the then rigid, Roman, social conventions by miles. It was in the light of these radically changed – but unspoken – circumstances that Maro arrived at the status of body-slave – in the most literal sense of the expression – and indispensable, general factotum to Flavius. Overtly, Maro continued to know his place, which remained legally that of a slave owned by Flavius. But, in fact, Maro became his Master’s right hand. Maro, in his own way had naturally graduated in status and succeeded in running with the hare and hunting with the hounds.  On the one hand he pleased his Master and responded to his every wish; but at the same time he was considered by his brother slaves as one of them. He had that marvellous attribute of being universally liked by the entire Casa Priapus household.

Over the next six months, Flavius occupied himself with finding 15 other suitable young slaves, who met his demanding physical requirements. All of them were duly  inducted into the Casa Priapus household by him and Maro; all felt the welcoming inductive bite of Maro’s cane and were penetrated twice, as had become the norm.  But Flavius also gave Maro the additional responsibility of supervising the training the young men for their future role as sex-slaves.  Flavius had bought several new, highly trained slaves who were experienced in coaching of gladiators for the Roman arena, a practice which Flavius personally found repugnant. But he needed their expertise to develop the already attractive physiques of the young, untrained slaves he had bought, into the mouth-wateringly muscular young men he envisaged in his mind’s eye, whose sole purpose in life would be to meet his and his friends’ demands for sex. Maro’s job was to see that the slaves did not slack during the daily training routines, which were, to say the very least, physically rigorous. He did not hesitate with his cane to encourage any slave whom he thought was slacking, to do better. But under the strict regime imposed by the trainers, most of the young men knuckled down and accepted the strenuous daily routine. Chosen carefully by Flavius for their physical potential, they were all attractive physical specimens with large sexual endowments, before the specialise training started. But under the professional guidance of the trainers and the watchful eye of Maro, who did not hesitate to give their arses a warning crack of the cane if he thought it necessary, the young slaves quickly saw that thanks to the strict training regime and good food they were being given, their bodies were developing into a visually attractive magnificence, of which they quickly became proud.  After a few short weeks, they all found that they were enjoying their new life under Flavius and made every effort to develop themselves into perfect specimens of muscular young manhood.

Flavius had specifically chosen only good-looking, young men aged 17 -19, in the first flush of immature manhood, but who nevertheless were sexually well-endowed. Several of the younger ones had, like Primus Colorius, no prior experience of sex of any kind until their induction into their new role in the Casa Priapus by Flavius and the slave, Maro, whom they rapidly saw enjoyed a very special relationship with their Master.  But even those, who had been used by their previous Masters for sexual purposes, found the induction process a thrilling and, as they were shortly to appreciate, also a realistically revelatory introduction to their future lives as sex-slaves in the Casa Priapus.  But for those totally sexually innocent, like Primus Colorius, who were first forced to surrender their anal virginity to their new Master, then to be flogged by Maro, a slave, before finally being penetrated yet again, this time by him, with his enormous, anus-stretching, piece of hard man-meat, it was an enormous shock.

For such sexual innocents, the induction was a graphically realistic, if somewhat painful, but simultaneously exhilarating introduction, both to the practice of anal sex itself, as well as an indication to what the future held for them as slaves at the Casa Priapus.  The message which the induction process communicated loud and clear to all 20 new slaves, whether sexually experienced or not, was that in their immediate future lives at the Casa Priapus, their arses belonged solely to their new Master to dispose of as he wished. Inevitably there were, among the 20 young men, several that, like Maro, were only attracted towards their own sex, for whom the role which they were destined to play in their new life, if not ideal, was not totally unattractive.  However, for those heterosexuals remaining, particularly for those, who in their previous lives had established sexual relationships with female slaves in the same household, it was clearly a shock to find that in their new lives, they had been chosen as handsome, muscular, anal sex-toys for their new Master and his friends and that he owned their arses.

It was in considering the realities and the vagaries of men’s sexual orientation that had led Flavius to his decision to allow the 20 slaves, none of whom would have access at the Casa Priapus to the female sex, to have sex with each other.  Flavius, himself a bisexual liking equally both active and passive aspects of sex with other men as well as active sex with his wife, was acutely aware of the need of young men of all sexual persuasions to have sex with another human being , whether male or female. He knew that he had as much chance of stopping his young slaves from copulating as he had in commanding the rain to stop falling; and why should  he wish to deprive them of what is an integral, indispensible and completely natural act of human life: one in which he himself indulged regularly? But, given their subservient position as slaves, whatever their sexual preferences, they would have to choose between having sex with their brother slaves or remaining celibate and relying on their own five-fingered lover for their sexual relief; and no one knew better than Flavius that young men needed regular sex relief.

The main reason that Flavius decided that he himself, should be the one to induct all 20 young men into the act of anal intercourse on their arrival, whether anal virgins or not, was because, like it or not, they would have to accept penetrative sex as their main purpose in life at the Casa Priapus. But also, he knew that he was capable of fucking each and every one of them through to orgasm, in a way they had never thought possible. He was extremely aware that many, if not most, of his 20-strong cohort would be sexually regular; that is to say wanting to have sex with females, which was not an option available to them. Fucking their brother slaves, although it may initially be a repugnant act to some, was the only option they had available for live sexual intercourse. Faced, as they were, with either masturbation or live sex with their brother slaves as the only alternatives available, Flavius felt sure that once they had experienced the pleasure of an orgasm induced by passive anal sex, they would see that male-male sex was a great deal better than jerking off alone and would voluntarily embrace it both actively and passively. They would all eventually come to see that, if practised both actively and passively, anal sex between men could potentially provide them with a two-way means to orgasm. If – and it was a big if – practised successfully, both the top – the fucker, and the bottom – the fucked, could experience the indescribable pleasure of the all too brief, but ineffable emotion of simultaneous orgasms. 

But we were not there yet! The first six months were spent by Flavius and Maro in inducting each batch of slaves as and when they were purchased, and showing them the basic fact that they had been bought for sexual purposes. They rapidly found that if they obeyed the rules that their lives at Casa Priapus were, in fact, very agreeable. But they had to accept that they were living in an all- male environment and that the only live sex available to them was with their brother slaves. But it was also a very public life, as Flavius had insisted that all 20 sex-slaves should be naked at all times; in fact, they were not provided with clothes of any kind.  As they all lived together in two adjacent rooms: one for the 10 Albus and one for the 10 Colorius, sex was, inevitably, a very public affair.  But the sexual drive, especially among virile young men is such that they all rapidly adapted themselves to the situation. Given that male-male sex was the only thing available and was certainly better than the alternative of repeated masturbation, the young men quickly coalesced into a number of well-defined partnerships. Even the few, died-in-the-wool heterosexuals found that having taken the step of having sex with another man – it was either that or a life of solitary masturbation – was not as bad as they had first thought. It was hard for them to admit it, even to themselves; but at the end of the day, they actually found that they were enjoying their sex-lives enormously.

But what pleased Flavius was that Albus and Colorius, whites and blacks, had no racial inhibitions when it came to sex.  Just as Flavius, himself a white Roman, had been attracted to Maro, a black African, several mixed relationships were formed; so much so that the original separate living arrangements quickly broke down, and the whole cohort lived together in two rooms, essentially formed of five couples each, some of which were mixed, whilst others were either black-black or white-white.  It was miracle of racial harmony, drawn together by sex. Possibly what united them was the fact that they were all permanently naked, virile, sexually well-equipped, muscular young men, who had quickly become proud of the bodies that they were developing under the strenuous daily exercise regime imposed upon them. Initially seen as a chore, it had become an important feature of their daily lives; as important, in its own way, as the freedom to have regular sex with each other.  As they all lived and slept together, the only place where couples could be intimate in private was under cover of night in a shared bed. Thus were established close, loving relationships between basically heterosexual, young men, who as slaves, had been thrown together and forces to make the best of the situation which they found themselves.

This mutual, sexual attraction of one man for another had rapidly coalesced the cohort of 20 young slaves, into 10 couples, each of which, in today’s language, had essentially become an item, whose two members were sexually linked by their close attraction, if not actual love, for each other. However, as young men in the grip of hormone-conditioned, young manhood, in spite of their commitments to each other, like their young Master and his slave, Maro, they were not averse to casual, uncommitted sex among themselves.  After a few months together, any observer of the 20-strong, sex-slave cohort relaxing together after a hard day’s training and fresh from their communal bath, would have had the visual, almost surreal pleasure, of seeing a muscularly attractive group of guys, all with large, circumcised and ringed cocks, and pierced nipples indulging in the imaginative, almost visionary gymnastics of group sex. There was nothing loving or mutual about what they were were doing both with and to each other. This was a celebration of pure, inspired and uninhibited, rough sex, both oral and anal, engaged in by groups of young slaves, all enjoying the sexual freedom which their enlightened Master, Flavius, had granted to them. And as with uninhibited young studs, then as now, there was, and still is, nothing new under the sun; if was physically possible, they did it.

Flavius was both relieved and pleased that all 20 member of his sex-slave cohort had gelled together so well.  After the members of the group had come together both socially and sexually they had lost the   initial inhibitions and self-conscious reticence associated with their enforced naked life-style obliging them to have sex in full view of each other, Flavius decided to introduce them gradually to what was to be their main purpose in life: to make their bodies available to him and his friends as and when they were ordered to do so. Now, there is a great deal of difference in having sex with a group of brother slaves with whom you live, eat, sleep and fuck on a daily basis and being ordered to submit your body to the sexual ministrations of a group of people whom you do not know and who can do with you exactly as they wish. Flavius, for all his desire, and it has to be said, intention, of having a cohort of 20 handsome young slaves at his beck and call whenever he wanted to have casual rough sex – which was pretty often – was a highly considerate Master.

So far, pulling together 20 young men, most of whom were not homosexual by nature and welding them into a coherently compatible group who enjoyed life and sex together, had been a great success. He had achieved this by appreciating that although he had the power of life and death over all his slaves, if they were happy in his household, he would get the best out of them. His Master-stroke had been to recognise that to deny sexual freedom to a group of 20 virile, young studs living in naked proximity with each other was a recipe for discontent.  He was aware that sexual attraction was a greater driving force than any order that he, their owner, could bring to bear on them. It was as simple as this; even if he had forbidden it, they would have found some way to fuck each other; it was just human nature: an integral part of life: so why try to change it? It was this live and let live philosophy, inherent in Flavius’s psyche that made him, in the eyes of all his slaves, a well liked and, in a few cases, a well-loved Master. To date, the group of 20 potential sex-slaves had lived an unrealistic dream-life in Casa Priapus. After their somewhat disagreeable, painful, surgical body-modifications, including being circumcised, followed by the induction process, where they had each been flogged once and fucked twice, they had since then led a charmed life. The only physical demand which had been made of them was the strenuous physical training regime, which they had quickly come to love once they saw its beneficial effect of their physiques. It was precisely because of the results of the physical training that had refined their bodies into those of very desirable, handsomely muscular young men, just asking to be fucked, that they were now to be introduced to the mission in life as dedicated sex-slaves, for which they had been acquired by Flavius.

The first to be initiated into their new role were Primus Albus and Primus Colorius. Naked as they were, they were escorted by other clothed slaves to a side room, where their anuses we subjected to a thorough cleaning before being lubricated with a perfumed oil. They were then led over to a table, over which they were told to bend side-by-side and spread their legs, exposing their anal puckers to full view. The other slaves then withdrew, leaving them alone naked, in a state of suspense, wondering what was about to happen next.  They had already understood from the careful preparation of their anuses that they were about to be fucked; but as yet they did not know by whom. The fear of the unknown made the pair of them extremely nervous. It was one thing to have consensual, casual sex with their brother slaves, as they both regularly did; however, it was quite another to be made to bend across a table and wait to be penetrated by someone unknown. It brought home to the two of them the difference between consensual sex and being raped, which was tantamount to what they were about to experience. Flavius and the ever present Maro entered; they were both totally naked, with their respective man-meat rigidly erect and already lubricated ready for action.  But it was only when Flavius spoke that the two slaves appreciated they were to have the privilege of being penetrated by their Master; bent over the table as they both were, they were still unaware of the presence of Maro. Flavius and Maro advanced as if one and together touched their massive erections against the anuses of the two slaves; Flavius had chosen to inaugurate the young African, Primus Colorius into the joys of what was to be their future life at the Casa Priapus, leaving Primus Alba to accommodate the 10 hard inches of of Maro’s quite exceptional endowment.

On the first intimation that they were be invaded by foreign bodies, both anuses had automatically and involuntarily flexed and tightened as if to repel boarders. But a well lubricated anus is no match for an insistent, rock-hard cock; Flavius and Maro, both of whom had met with countless recalcitrant, anal sphincters in the past, were easily able to overcome what resistance there was and slide their full lengths simultaneously into their respective targets. Both slaves let out a sigh of relief that the inevitable had finally happened and put an end to the uncertainty of waiting. But now that they had been penetrated, they both recognised the fact that being forcibly fucked was not all that different to the casual sex they regularly practised with their brother slaves. Now that it had finally happened, as regular practitioners of anal sex, they both appreciated the fact that they were about to be fucked by a pair of exceptionally large penises; so they both accepted the inevitable and relaxed to enjoy the ride; and what an intoxicatingly revelatory ride it proved to be! Flavius and Maro, as regular sex communicants, had established a synergy between them. On a slight nod from Flavius to Maro, both men withdrew themselves almost completely from their partners. Then with incredibly precise synchronisation of their movement, they systematically began fucking their respective partners, sharing with them practically the full length of their erections at each stroke. This was an object lesson in raw, rough sex for the two young slaves, whose arses were repetitively pounded with ever increasing force and speed by two sizeable, rigidly erect fuck-sticks.  Any misgiving the slaves might have had now vanished as they both found they were enjoying the most exhilaratingly intoxicating, sexual experience they had ever had; it was unlike any sex that they had ever had in the past.

Flavius and Maro kept up their pounding until both slaves could stand the tension no longer and climaxed in an explosive ejaculation in which they violently discharged unbelievable volumes of viscous semen. Flavius and Maro then simultaneously withdrew themselves and dumped their own loads over the well-fucked arses of the two slaves. But if the the slaves had thought that things were then over, they soon found that they were wrong. After a couple of minutes pause to allow everyone to regain their breath after what had been, for all four participants – fucked and fuckers alike – an exceptionally vigorous bout of anal copulation, Flavius ordered his two slaves to stand up and kneel before him and Maro, both of whose cocks were still erect and crying out for a little oral tender-loving-care. Flavius allowed the slaves to have five minutes of relaxing fellatio, massaging with their mouths what were probably the two biggest erections they had ever seen, before pulling them to their feet and ordering them to lies on their backs, side by side on the table. This time Flavius serviced Primus Albus and Maro Primus Colorius.  Both Flavius Maro hoisted the legs of the two slaves’ over their shoulders, passing one each side of their heads, holding them firmly against their chests, before proceeding to give their arses absolute hell for the second time in a few brief minutes. As before, the slaves were not spared; nor, truth to tell, did they want to be, for they had enjoyed the thrilling elation that which rough sex always incites.  When, after several minutes of pounding, climax was reached, the two slaves simultaneously dumped their second generous loads of sperm with almost explosive violence over themselves and their active partners, thereby bringing to a close, what had been for them, a Master-class in subservient, rough anal sex.

If the two slaves had expected to be called on to reciprocate, they were disappointed. As they stood up from the table with their cocks still bone hard, totally ready for purpose, silently crying out for action, the two well-fucked slaves were told to return to their quarters. There, their brother slaves were eager to know what had transpired with their Lord and Master.  Over the next few weeks, Flavius and Maro systematically rough fucked their way, two slaves at a time, through the entire 20 strong cohort. It gradually sank in, that well treated and free to have sex with each other as they were, whenever they were called upon by their Lord and Master and his friends, their role, dictated by the social conventions of Roman society, would be purely passive; they would be sex-toys to be fucked by their superiors but never required or invited to fuck them; that was the theory. But, sexual attraction is such a powerful driving force and the young slaves being sexually very attractive physically and well-equipped where it counts the most, it seemed inevitable that social convention would, from time to time, be thrown to the wind and more complete, albeit brief  transient relationships between certain slaves and their patrician partners develop. That was what had happened between Flavius and Maro; what had begun as one way, sexual street had developed into a fully-fledged, mutual give and take relationship.

As ever, Flavius favoured the non-authoritarian touch with all his slaves, as he preferred them all to be happy with their lot in life and willing to do as they were ordered, rather than to have a disgruntled band of discontented young men on his hands. This, of course, was diametrically opposed to the authoritative way in which most slaves were normally treated by their Masters, whose chattels they legally were. But it was an ingrained part of Flavius’s moral make-up and he could not turn his back on it. Once he was sure that he had the acceptance of 20 strong cohort to its future role as passive sex-toys in the development of what he envisaged as a regular event in the communal sex-life he would indulged in with his patrician friends, he entrusted to the indefatigable Maro, the training and rehearsing of the spectacular drama he had conceived for launching them officially into their future role. What he had in mind, was to introduce  his friends to the sexually trained cohort of 20 handsome, muscular young studs, all mouth-wateringly attractive and ready for purpose, in a spectacular, live drama of unimaginably erotic group sex, which they would perform before the assembly. After this theatrical beginning, his friends would be free to frequent any or all of the 20 young slaves, in what he saw as developing into an uninhibited evening of simultaneous anal copulation.

More or less a year to the day since Flavius had purchased his first five sex-slaves – two white, and three black Africans – the gala launching of his 20 strong sexual cohort finally took place.  Flavius had invited some 15 young patrician men, of which many were of his own sexual persuasion and frequented only other men; but others were regular young men, married or nor, but all of whom, enjoyed penetrative male sex in the Roman tradition. During the last year, whilst Flavius had been preparing his dramatic sexual spectacle he had maintained regular recreational sexual relations with all of them. Moreover, whether by inclination, homo-, bi- or hetero-sexual they all enjoyed having both active and passive sex with other men. Many of those invited had previously been to the Casa Priapus; but none of them ever met any of the sex-cohort or seen the large homoerotically decorated room which Flavius had conceived for group sex. Nor had anyone ever experienced the sort of male sex-orgy of licentious bacchanalia Flavius was planning: 20 sexually highly experienced, attractive young men laid on for his guests’ pleasure. This promised to be an event of Roman excess at its most excessive.

Maro was in charge of the final preparations.  Guests were received by Flavius in a large anteroom where lavish food and drink was served by the 10 Colorius, the black African sex-slaves, who were later to be the prime movers in what was to be a never-before-seen, breathtakingly arousing demonstration of group sex. For the moment, however, the role of the Colorius studs was that of waiters. But what an eye-catching group of prime, naked, male muscle and cock they were to the eyes of the guests as they arrived. The regular hard physical training training had paid off handsomely. Ten muscular, oiled bodies, totally free of any hair, their smooth skin gleaming under the light of the lamps, their large cocks all rigidly erect and ready for purpose, served the assembled guests with food and drink. It was not difficult to see the sexually arousing effect that the sight of so many well endowed young men, all sporting enormous erections had on the guests. Flavius had chosen black Africans precisely because they generally had larger penises that any whites. But the ornamental embellishments to their natural, physical attributes, their cock rings rings and pierced nipples, enhanced their sexual attributes. Circumcision, viewed by the Romans as mutilation, was not practised in ancient Rome; thus to be confronted with 10 young men all with enormous, circumcised penises throwing into stark relief their cock-heads, each embellished with a gold Prince Albert ring and wearing gold rings through each of their nipples, as described earlier, was to say the least, itself an erotic eye-opener to Flavius’s guests. As they went around, serving the guests, who were lounging around, Roman style, they were forced to bend over the guests to replenish their glasses with the wine they were serving and inevitably touched the guests’ bodies with the huge erections they were all sporting. It was an unbelievably erotic introduction to what was to follow and several of Flavius’s guests were already dribbling pre-cum due to the sexual arousal they were already experiencing. But nothing could have prepared them for the next stage in the evening’s programme, which, by its sheer scale, defied even the most inventive of imaginations. On a nod from Maro, who was controlling the whole proceedings, the slaves filled the guests’ glasses one final time with wine and then withdrew to prepare themselves for the immediate, postprandial surprise, which was to take place to launch an evening of sexual debauchery and uninhibited orgiastic revelry.

Flavius now ushered his guests into the hitherto unseen large room in which he intended to allow himself and his guests to freely exercise their sexual bent in an atmosphere which, by its very décor, visually exhaled dissipated homosexuality. As described earlier, the room was spectacularly erotic, the décor being totally dedicated as it was to acts of anal and oral sex uniquely between men. But the erotic decor of the room faded into insignificance when the guests saw the line up of 20 naked young slaves, whom Flavius had provided for their amusement. There on a long table, lying side-by-side flat on their backs, with their legs strapped back over their bodies, were the 10 white slaves in what can best be described as an egg position. The guests were totally blown away at the sight of 10 pairs of muscular buttock, spread to show 10 tight anal puckers, neatly aligned, freshly lubricated with oil, gleaming invitingly the light, waiting eagerly to be serviced. Their obvious readiness for action was to be answered by the 10 black Africans slaves, who were standing there behind their white counterparts, their massive cocks proudly erect, with their circumcised cock-heads gleaming with lubricant, exuding anticipative drops of precum, thrusting lustfully forward in anticipation of the carnal pleasures to come. There was no doubt at all as to what 10 rock-hard black cocks saw as their immediate mission in life.  And as if that was not enough, to complete this surreally erotic scene of 20 naked, cock-teasing, young men about to fuck each other. Maro, the Major Domo, the architect and choreographer of what was about to happen was also standing there. Like the other slaves, he too was completely naked, his muscular body gleaming with oil, looking like a beautiful living statue, with his massive 10 inch erection jutting out like a cannon, ready to be fired, to announce the start of the evening’s programme of sexual dissipation dedicated to the god Priapus, whose oversized, permanent erection Maro was successfully emulating.

As Maro had spent several weeks rehearsing with the sex-slaves what was to follow, Flavius allowed him free rein to direct the evening’s proceedings, which with an innate sense of drama, he had decided should be started by Flavius, the host. Maro bent across a table, in full view of the guests, all of whose eyes were focussed lustfully on the naked slaves. He spread his legs to give access to his port of entry, upon which, as pre-arranged between them, Flavius, now also totally naked, advanced and placing the tip of his cock against his slave’s anus and in one smooth movement, slid his entire length deep into Maro’s passage.  He then withdrew himself to allow Maro to give the signal for the 10 African slaves to commence their programme of simultaneous copulation with their 10 white counterparts. The Africans aligned themselves, each with the tip of his cock-head touching the anus of his chosen partner. Then Maro gave the second signal, at which, as if one, the 10 Africans simultaneously penetrated the 10 whites. Flavius then resumed his position inside Maro and established the rhythm at which the Africans the simultaneously fucked their 10 white counterparts to climax.  When the climaxes finally came, they were irregularly timed, as is inevitable; but within the space of 30 or so seconds, all 20 slaves together ejaculated enough sperm to float a small boat!

The assembled guests had never before seen such a demonstration of simultaneous anal copulation; but then, until that moment, who had?  The applause, when the climaxes finally arrived, was deafening. But the introduction to the evening’s entertainment was not yet over.  After a brief pause, the role of the blacks and the whites were reversed, as the Africans offered themselves to be fucked by the whites. By the time the second formal round of fucking was finished, pretty-well all the guests were also naked. Several of them were so aroused by what they were seeing that they too shot their loads. What followed was an utter bacchanalian orgy of anal and oral sex. At first, the slaves were, following Roman social strictures, only allowed to penetrate each other. However, give the utterly debauched and dissolute atmosphere which rapidly developed and went on into the early hours of the following morning, no one ultimately gave a damn as to who was actually fucking whom. Quite a number of the patrician guests, once they were sufficiently relaxed and overcome by the undoubted pleasure of sex, were more than happy to experience the pleasure of the large penis of some handsome, muscular, young slave, whether black or white, up their arses.  It was just not acknowledged later that the supposedly unspeakable had ever happened; but it did! Given the large number of slaves present and the free and easy ambience, the slaves also profited from the occasion to fuck each other and as many guests as they could. On such occasions, sex is a great leveller and it brought home to many of the guests the absurdity of not allowing themselves to be penetrated by men from the lower social classes to whom they were physically attracted and who were sexually well-equipped and competent deliverers.

One thing which was not permitted was that any of the guests were given access, either active or passive, to Maro. No one solicited

his services as everyone perceived, without being formally told, that he was the preserve of their host.  It was on this occasion that Flavius finally recognised what he had known for so long: that he could no longer live without Maro.

What happened that evening was considered a landmark event in the annals of Roman homosexual life.  Flavius hosted such bacchanalian evenings on a monthly basis over the next five years. Additionally, he and Maro who always knew and kept his place as a slave in public,  least twice a week selected two slaves by name, usually, but not necessarily, one African and one white, on whose arses they exercised their cocks.  The two slaves were normally fucked side by side, one by Flavius, the other by Maro. The slaves were willingly compliant with their Master’s wishes, as they quickly came to appreciate the regular sessions at which they were privileged to have their anal muscles stretched to their limit alternately by one of two massively impressive pieces of hard man- meat. Without a doubt, Flavius and Maro both possessed cocks, which by their size alone placed them in the Alpha Male category. But large size is no guarantee of sexual satisfaction for the recipient. However, what both Flavius and Maro regularly delivered was satisfaction for all parties concerned. Their physical relations with the sex-slaves were purely recreational, satisfying the quasi-insatiable desire of the two active protagonists to fuck arse. But what endeared them to the slaves who were forced to submit their anuses to penetration as and when their  Master wished, was the fact that both he and Maro always rough-fucked their sex-slave partner through to his climax; no slave was ever left unsatisfied to complete the sex act by manually by jerking himself off.  As these sessions of intense copulation usually lasted at least two hours two hours  during which as each slave was successively fucked alternately three of four times by Flavius and Maro, the slaves experiencing orgasm each time. Not surprisingly, although they were slaves, they were happy with their lot in life.

On the principle of live and let live, which was always Flavius’s guiding light in everything he did in life, he had no objection to the slaves having sex with each other. As they were all young men in need of regular sex living together naked, it is not surprising that the simple act of sex between two individuals gave rise to imaginative group sex. Maro intimated to Flavius that certain members of the cohort of 20 slaves would be happy to demonstrate their sexual prowess to their Master, an example of which had been the initial, gala demonstration of the entire 20 strong cohort in front of Flavius’s guests. What now happened was that individual smaller groupings of both Africans and whites (In spite of Maro’s initial fears, there was no colour discrimination in the cohort; Africans and whites lived naked in complete harmony with each other) were, as Maro put it, keen to strut their stuff in front of their Master. It was quite amazing what gymnastic feats of copulation were devised in the way in which the two basic acts of oral and anal sex could actually be accomplished.

One particularly elaborate act was called the Flying Fuck, which involved no less than seven slaves. The passive partner hooked his arms around the shoulders of two his fellow slaves, while a fourth hoisted his legs into the air, held them under his arms, penetrated him and fucked him in that somewhat bizarre suspended position. But it did not end there; the anuses of the two supporters and the active performer,  all of whose feet were on the floor, were then simultaneous penetrated by another three members of the cohort; so, all four key dramatis personae to this theatrical scene were being simultaneously fucked. In yet another somewhat less physically demanding, but equally entertaining, 12-man scene, three slaves bent across the table; they were penetrated by three of their brother slaves, each of whom was then penetrated by one of three more slaves. Then to complete the tableau, three more slaves thrust their hard man-meat into the mouths of the three men who were bent across the table, whereupon the whole 12 men ensemble proceeded to fuck itself as one, to simultaneous orgasms, which arrived in a veritable tsunami of semen, One thing which the whole cohort had learned from their induction by Flavius and Maro, was that both anal and oral sex were capable of leading to orgasm for all partners to the act, with no manual assistance. And so it went on and on; the inventiveness of the slaves knew no bounds and they were always ready to entertain their Master with their latest take on an old theme.

Chapter 10

The next few years were the happiest Flavius had ever known. He was able to indulge himself to the full in his taste for sex with members of his cohort, who were, to a man, both visually and actively sexually arousing. His frequent soirées at the Casa Priapus, when all 20 naked, absurdly attractive and sexually willing young slaves were available to all Flavius’s guests, became, in today’s language, the hottest ticket in Rome: intoxicatingly  excessive, bacchanalian, gay orgies in which the entire Roman gay patrician community – and there were lots of them – was  eager to participate. Other than at the Casa Priapus, where else could one have access to such a stellar constellation of attractive, young men, all willing to make themselves sexually available to please their revered Master’s guests?  The word revered is not used casually; the 20 strong sex-slaves’ cohort, along with the rest of the many other slaves in the Flavius household, all held their Master in high esteem; unlike most upper-class Romans, he treated all his slaves as human beings and not as his possessions to use as he wished, which, under the then Roman law they legally were. All 20 sex-slaves admired him for his sexual prowess as whenever he had sex with them, which was quite often, he always fucked each and every one of them through to his climax.  But probably what pleased them most was that, bought by Flavius, with no prior knowledge of their individual sexual orientation, their new Master had understood that to be contented, their sexual drive had to have an outlet and he allowed them to have sex with each other quite freely. The miracle was, that even the diehard, straight, heterosexual young men, whom Flavius had purchased, once they had come to terms with the fact that the only sex available to them was with other men, had found they enjoyed anal intercourse. Now to a last man, given the comfortable life they were allowed to live and the – albeit homosexual – freedom they enjoyed with their fellow slaves, they were all totally happy and were ready to do anything to please their Master.

At the same time, Flavius was able to enjoy the heterosexual side of his life with Claudia his wife and their four children. Meanwhile, the relations he had with his slave, Maro, grew ever more intimate, to such a level that they became as important to him as those with his wife, Claudia. Even though he regularly exercised himself sexually with members of his cohort, he always obeyed the Roman social conventions governing the sexual behaviour of patrician men towards male members of lower classes. He never allowed any slave of his cohort to penetrate him, however attracted he found him, despite the fact that with many of the young slaves both the physical and sexual attraction were mutual. As time passed, although he still regularly had active sex with his patrician friends, fewer and fewer of his friends were allowed intimate access to his body, as he more and more limited his full sexuality uniquely to his wife, Claudia and his slave, Maro.  But the land flowing with milk and honey which he had created for himself was to come to an abrupt end as tragedy struck.

Ancient Rome lived permanently in the fear of epidemics of different diseases, against which they had no protection at all and for which they had no cure. Such diseases as measles, smallpox, and influenza periodically raised their ugly heads, spreading like wildfire through the crowded city, decimating the population in their uncontrolled and untreatable virulence. When Flavius was 26 years old, an outbreak of smallpox devastated the Flavius household. In one brief month he found himself robbed of his entire family; Claudia and all four of his children succumbed to the ravages of the disease. Of his 20 sex-slaves, all superb young men, in their prime of life, only five survived: curiously enough, the two whites, Primus and Secundus Albus and the three black Africans, Primus, Secundus and Tertius Colorius, the five slaves he had bought to found his cohort of sex-slaves. Neither were the other household slaves spared by the disease and Flavius found that he had lost over half of them. Yet this deadly disease, no respecter of social classes, which had roared through Rome killing patricians and slaves alike and leaving thousands dead, was, thankfully disappeared as suddenly as it had arrived, leaving the Romans to pick up the pieces and rebuild their shattered lives as best they could.

Flavius’s household had been particularly badly hit by the disease. He thanked the Gods, none of whom he believed in, that he and Maro, who had become, along with his wife, Claudia, one of his two true loves in his bisexual life, had survived. He thought specifically in terms of having survived rather than having been spared, which implied a watchful, partly vengeful and partly benign deity controlling things temporal, which he considered a totally absurd. His lack of belief in the supernatural, made Flavius one of the first humanists in what was a society guided by widely-believed, nonsensical superstition. As he attempted to pick up the pieces of his decimated life, he gave a lot of thought to the position in which, through no fault of his own, he now found himself. He had enjoyed his arranged marriage to Claudia, which had been a great success. He mourned her passing together with the loss of all four of their children, which had riven the heart out of the House of Aurelius Valerius, of which he was now the only survivor. But, as a 26 year-old widower and sexually very active young man, he understood that mourning the loss of his close family, would not bring any of them back and that he must make the best of the cards he had been dealt. In a word, life must go on and he had to decide what to do.

He had promised Claudia that if she tolerated his active gay sex life at the Casa Priapus, he would never look at another woman and remain faithful to her.  For Flavius, it had been an easy promise to keep as he had never had eyes for the opposite sex. Over the past few years, with his bi-sexuality dividing his sex-life between Claudia and Maro, he had come to recognised that his libido was pushing him more and more towards homosexuality. But, in spite of this, his arranged marriage to Claudia had been a resounding success and had remained so, in spite of his ever increasing involvement in, and enjoyment of gay sex. So he now came to the somewhat obvious conclusion that as the male love-of-his-life, Maro, had survived with him and as he was now as free as a bird to lead the sex life he wanted, he would cast aside his hitherto ambivalence and devote himself to what he enjoyed the most: sex with other men. He decided to abandon all pretence of re-founding a family with another woman, as he had by now admitted to himself that Maro, the black African slave, whom he had purchased and owned, much as he owned Villa Valerius and the Casa Priapus, was the true love of his life. Although over the past five years they had become inseparable and Maro was the only man in the world, whom Flavius allowed to fuck him, they had only rarely ever shared a bed together. No matter how intense a day’s sex lay behind him, whether exclusively with Maro or in an orgiastic bout of group copulation with a number of his sex-slaves, Flavius religiously went back each evening and serviced his wife Claudia, with whom he shared a bed.  As close as Flavius and Maro were to each other, even when Maro was performing that most intimate of acts, anal penetration, on Flavius, he was never less than utterly deferential and always referred to the man whom he was fucking on a regular basis as Master. Even though it was evident that they were completely in love and devoted to each other, that magic word, love, had never been given voice.

Flavius had some momentous decisions to take concerning the future of the House of Valerius. After the ravages wreaked by the smallpox outbreak, the remaining slaves were, not unnaturally, wondering what the future held for them. Flavius had already decided on the future form his life would take and he announced the first step to Maro: “Maro, as you may have guessed, things in the future are going to be radically different. I have decided to liberate you from your slavery and make you a freed man.  As a freed man you will be able to marry and your male children will be born as free men and can bear office in Rome as Roman citizens. They will be able to say: Civis Romanus sum – I am a Roman citizen” 

If he had been expecting a joyous declaration of thanks from Maro, Flavius was sorely disappointed, as Maro answered: “Master, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, but I do not want my freedom; I want only to be allowed to remain as your slave and for things to go on between us as they have been in the past. Master…” Maro hesitated a moment, before taking the bull by the horns, giving voice to what they had both known for years to be true: “Master...” Another pause; and then in a act of lèse majesté, in which he intoned his Master’s name for the very first time, he continued eloquently in classical Latin, his mother tongue, but in which he now showed himself to be an accomplished wordsmith: “Flavius, my beloved Master – and believe me when I say beloved – please forgive me for addressing you in such a familiar and disrespectful way for someone who is your slave, but I can contain my feelings no longer. I have to tell you what I know to be true; I am completely and unconditionally in love with you, my dearest Flavius, a happy state I have secretly enjoyed for several years; I will never leave you; I would follow you, as your slave, to the ends of the earth if necessary. So please Flavius, as my Master, please, please, please do not abandon me now by giving me my freedom and declaring me a freed man.  I was born into slavery and have been a slave all my life, owned by several Masters of which you, Flavius, for the past five years, have been the very best. I know nothing of freedom; and anyway, as I suspect you already know, I have no wish to marry and have children of my own, So, I implore you, Master, do not cast me adrift as a freed man. I want only to remain with you as your slave and for life to continue as it was. Flavius, I love you and I think you love me too; no, I know you love me, even though you have never said the word.”

Flavius, who had never intended to abandon Maro, was now ashamed that he had handled so badly, what was intended to be a joyous piece of news for his slave. He, the Master, had forced Maro, the slave to declare his love for his Master: a fact he had known for years.  He knew that he himself had fallen in love with Maro more or less the first time they had had sex together and he had had sex with many other men before he met and purchased Maro as his slave. From the first time he fucked Maro, he felt instinctively that they were meant for each other; penetrating an unknown slave whom he had just purchased had felt just so very right. Why, after the first time Maro had taken the inadmissible step of penetrating his Master, the mutual love that they obviously felt for each other had gone undeclared in words for so long, he had no idea. Was it because he had been married to Claudia, who had given him four children and he could not commit himself to anyone else, either man or woman, without first divorcing her, a simple procedure under Roman law, but one he would never have considered? In an attempt to assure Maro that the love for him he had just expressed so passionately was mutual, Flavius went on to pour oil on troubled waters and assure Maro that abandoning him was the last thing he had had in mind. In a long explanation to Maro, he laid out exactly what he had in mind for their mutual future and for the overall future of the house of Aurelius Valerius Flavius, of which he was the last surviving member.

“Maro, allow me first to assure you that I have never had any intention of abandoning you. I am deeply sorry that you had to declare what I have known for years, that you were totally in love with me and I with you. Allow me to assure you that the feelings for me you expressed are complexly mutual; Maro, believe me when I say that I am, body and soul, as wholly committed you as you are to me. Dearest Maro, let me put it to you simply and unequivocally; I love you; I love you deeply in a way in which I have never loved anyone else, not even my late wife, Claudia. The reason why I wanted – and still want – to make you  a freed man is because in view of the radically different  circumstances in which the smallpox epidemic has left us, I wanted to ask you to do what is still unspeakable in Roman eyes and come to live with me openly and permanently as my lover.  But, I also wanted you to be able to bear your own African family name – which for my sins, I regret I do not know – and not live as a slave under a pseudo Roman name. That way you will be seen in public as a freed-man: a Roman citizen free to marry and have children, who if male, will be born as free men.”

“I want you to come and live openly with me; but to make things quite clear Claudia’s death has cleared my thinking about my own sexuality. As you must be aware, Maro, I am one of those unfortunate persons, who was born liking sex with both men and women. Had my father, Valerius, not a caught me having sex with a young male slave when I was only 15 years old and forced me into an early marriage with Claudia, I am now, several year later, sure that, left to my own devices, I would never have contemplated marriage to a woman. But the fact of the matter is that once I was married to Claudia and started having sex with her,, I found I quite enjoyed it; and so I fell into a routine and allowed things to continue; with the result that my wife gave me four children in four years. But at same time, as we patrician Romans are free – in fact, by social conventions, encouraged – to have sex with other men, always our social inferiors, as way of affirming our masculine superiority and maintaining our dignity, I conformed to the accepted mores of my social class and started to have penetrative sex with other men, always from classes lower than my own and often with slaves of my own household. Then, having built the Casa Priapus, in which I intended to install a contingent of my own, dedicated sex-slaves to satisfy my appetite for gay sex, when, on my very first visit to a slave dealer’s, I found you, things changed forever. Looking back, I now realise after the first time we had sex together, that I had found my life’s mate and that although I still did my duty by Claudia, that my role in life was really as a man’s man and that the day would come, as it inevitably did, when I allowed you to penetrate me; Master and slave became true lovers, in spite of social conventions. Maro, you too must yourself have realised by now, that we are made for each other. The dreadful epidemic, which has robbed of both my wife and children, none of whom I could have ever have abandoned, has removed all previous constraints and left me, the last of my blood-line, free to do as I like.”

“What I earnestly want to do is to spend the rest of my life with you.   You, Maro, are the love of my life and just as you would never leave me, I will never leave you. However, living together as a couple, even with you as a freed man, is something of which patrician Rome, ridden by hide-bound rules, would never approve and we – or  better put I – would find myself a social outcast in my own city. This has led me to the inevitable conclusion that we cannot continue to live here in Rome as a cohabiting pair of men. I have, therefore, decided to sell all my Roman property and move to a city which has a greater level of sexual tolerance to men like you and me than in Rome itself. I propose that you and I move and live together in the agreeable southern city of Pompei on the south side of the Bay of Naples, where I have already acquired a piece of land on which I will build a replica of the Casa Priapus. As the male gods, in whose existence I do not for a moment believe, were totally indiscriminate when it came to the gender of their sex partners, I propose to name our new home Villa Ganymede, in honour of the youth, Ganymede, the cupbearer on Mount Olympus, to the mythical chief of the gods, that arch-pederast and libertine Zeus. I am as sure that the non-existent Zeus had sex with the non-existent Ganymede as I am sure that you and I regularly fuck each other. As Roman citizens, the Pompeians have a much more relaxed attitude towards all sex than do the inhabitants of Rome itself.  I think we shall be accepted there and will have a happy life together.”

“Master or – as I should now call you, as we are to live together as a couple – Flavius, I am delighted to accept the honour you have bestowed on me in liberating me from slavedom. My original family name is Nwizugbo; it has lain dormant since my grandparents were sold into slavery;   both my parents and I were all born into slavery and have born, as is the custom, the family name of our various Masters.  I do not know part of black Africa we originate from. (Author’s note: Nwizugbo is a name from present day Nigeria). However, shall be proud, as a freed, black slave, to be your partner for life under my real name Maro Nwizugbo. But, Master – I mean Flavius – oh Master I feel so much better addressing you as Master; so why don’t we continue with you calling me Maro and I calling you Master, as have always done? – what I wanted to ask you is about the other slaves. Five of the original sex-slaves have survived the epidemic; curiously enough those who have survived, two whites and three blacks, are the first sex-slaves you purchased after acquiring me from the slave dealer. But there are still a number of household slaves, who have also survived and who, as was I, are anxiously wondering what the future holds for them.”

“Well, Maro, I thought that I would offer them their freedom as I have done to you and then we could start afresh once we move to Pompei.”

Maro now spoke with a degree of assurance, wise beyond his years: “Master, I can tell you now that idea of giving the slaves their freedom, is a non-starter. Master, just think about these people; you own them; but they look upon you as their father: their provider of a roof over their heads, their security and their food and lodgings, in exchange for which they give you their unpaid services, which they render to you day and night alike without complaint. Like me, they have nothing; they have no money and no possessions; you provide – and own – even the clothes on their backs and the sandals on their feet. If you make them free, they will have no money to pay for somewhere to live and to feed themselves. Their children, born under your roof and as such are also your slaves, will go hungry. Master, in giving them the status of freed men, you will condemn them and their families to life of misery. The last thing they want right now is their freedom. If you do not believe me, then just ask them and see what they say. Like me, they will, to the very last one of them, say that they want things to go on as they were before the epidemic. I predict that not one single one of them will opt to become a freed man; they will all remain loyal to you.  Master, you are basically a good, kind and just man and the slaves all see you as such.  I think I have come to know you better than you know yourself, as I have seen over the years we have been together, that you have a conscience, which I am sure will not let you force unwanted freedom on your slaves who are totally loyal to you. It was your conscience and loyalty to your wife Claudia, which stopped you from declaring your love for me, whilst she was still alive. Master, you did not have to declare your love for me, as I knew it and felt it as sure as I know that night follows day; as sure as I know that the same conscience, which governs all your actions, will not allow you to cast aside the dozens of faithful slaves, who depend totally on you, thereby condemning them, unjustly, to a life of misery.”

“Master, your slaves, like me, will follow you to the ends of the earth, provided that you let them. There is a saying that Rome was not built in a day and I venture to say that your new Villa Ganymede will take several years to complete, before we a can move to Pompei and enjoy life together in a less moralistic environment. But when we do finally move, I predict that all your slaves, lock stock and barrel, will follow you there. Master, you do not realise what a good man you, in truth are.”

That is exactly what happened. And when at noon on August 29th in the year in 79 AD  the hitherto, unrecognised volcano, Vesuvius, erupted catastrophically, engulfing Pompei and the surrounding communes in ash, where they were to remain forgotten and buried for over 1600 years, Flavius and Maro along with their household of slaves, were among the thousands of casualties that day. However, Flavius and Maro could not have chosen a more appropriate moment to die if they had planned it. At the precise moment, as the mountain blew its top, Flavius and Maro were engaged in their favourite pastime: copulation. Maro, with his massive phallus deep inside of Flavius, was just about to bring them both to that sensational climax, the simultaneous orgasm which, no matter how often a man experiences it, never fails to please.  Maro, poised with his penis rock-hard and totally withdrawn from Flavius’s anus, made his final thrust at the precise moment at which the mountain exploded. Thus, entwined in each other’s arms, they enjoyed their final living moments together as two devoted lovers, in that fleetingly brief state of nirvana which only the climax of sexual intercourse can bring. In a few seconds, they were intoxicated by the wave of poisonous volcanic gas which engulfed the house. Within an hour, the Villa Ganymede and all its inhabitants were dead, buried under several metres of volcanic ash, where, over two millennia later, they still lie undisturbed. The Villa Ganymede was built on the lower slopes of Vesuvius, in a part of the site which still remains to be excavated today. Who knows, when the site is finally fully exposed, the petrified bodies of Flavius and Maro in their final, loving embrace might still be discovered.

The End