The Spear-Bearer

The checkroom opens directly on the water-rooms of the baths and despite all his eagerness, Procullus stops amazed. Far from the sobriety of the big room of the swimming pool, he enters a mineral luxury, where marbles heightened by the polished bronze shine in the half-light. Large torches provide warm lighting in the evening, but at this time of the afternoon, the only light comes from a window at the back of the caldarium. The floor of the tepidarium is covered with large slabs of polished limestone, the walls are covered up to halfway up with red marble. Above are niches, covered with black marble and separated by bronze Atlantean-faunas, which support the cornice. The statues all have superb erect sexes, of various sizes and shapes. The cornice, decorated with acanthus scrolls, finally supports a stucco coffered ceiling, where geometric motifs alternate with young athletes exercising. The furniture, in addition to the torches, consists of massive brazier and chiseled bronze benches.

On the left as you enter, the dark frigidarium is almost entirely occupied by a small circular pool, deep enough for a man to immerse himself completely. Around it, in four niches, life-size statues lift above their heads a jug from which falls a fine shower of ice water. Each figure represents one of the ages of man: a young child carried by his father, a handsome teenager, a mature man and an old man still green, for all are equipped with an erect phallus. Facing the entrance, the wall is frescoed with a likable young agrarian god in the middle of luxuriant vegetation which overflows on the walls between the niches. The dome painted in a deep blue is enhanced by splinters of rock crystal, which at night the torches lit imitates a starry vault.

The walls of the caldarium are covered with slabs of yellow marble, regularly punctuated with pilasters of red porphyry, and the floor paved with the same limestone as the tepidarium. At the end adjoining the great hall, the room forms a semicircle around the labrum. This ablutions fountain is carved in a single block of marble polished like a mirror. In the center of the basin, a bronze group replaces the simple water jet. Three young men, tightly embraced, masturbating each other, pour fresh water from their tense dicks. Above the labrum, a circular window illuminates the room, taking light under the peristyle of the swimming pool. On the other side of the room, four steps lead to a shallow hot water basin, fed by three taps in the shape of an upright bronze phallus, at just the right height to be used for other games. The vaulted ceiling is also divided into stucco panels, but here the mythological motifs are much more evocative: Ganymede yielding to Jupiter's assaults, Hyacinthus offering himself to Apollo... At the back, two dark little sudatorii (steam-baths) allow for forced perspiration.

The emperor stood near the basin. With a sign, he stops the young man and continues his toilet. In front of the fascinated glance of Sextus, the thick and massive cock swings along the hairy thigh, then rises slowly, pointing a bulging head, discovering the heavy balls. Arrived at the proudest of his state, Lucius raises his head. His young protected throws himself at once at its feet and ties up at the pivot. Verus stuffs his device of a blow of back decided. Procullus, choked, let's go. He returns at once on the soft and juicy fruit which finishes the thick branch. The tongue of Sextus receives the head between the lips, covering with a salty sap the thirsty walls of his mouth, while the nose, in the dense bush which caps the male organ, gets drunk of the strong perfume of musk. Verus takes back the initiative. Seizing the head of the two hands, he smashes back and forth the mouth of the young man, who this time grants his breath to the stuffing and swallows the chuck until the glottis. Sweating with excitement, he raised the hips and jerks off by exposing his rump to the lust of Caesar. A hand quickly made to slip between the buttocks and at the first pressure, the hole dilates without effort. Lucius turns over brutally the young man and advances his cock towards the so welcoming hole. With the contact of the congested flesh, the ring tightens around the head, to open wider at once, and the whole sting slides in entrails, the heavy hairy balls coming to bump against the smooth buttocks. No trace of reluctance in this beautiful body of panting ephebe, Verus makes a pout of spite of it. And of a big blow of hips slits open the bottom in the deepest. Procullus, with a rattle of pleasure, makes only to spread a little more the thighs, offering himself always more. Of a raging shove, the emperor tackles the teenager against the ground: "Ah you like that, and well I will ride you until you cum without even touching you!"

Weighing with all his chest on the back, the sting deeply inserted, he caresses the wet nape of the neck, making Sextus' short hair stand on end. The mouth goes down the spine, while the cock comes out of its housing. The body of the young Roman is taken of convulsive shivers, when the tongue caresses the crack of the ass. The emperor slowly licks the sweaty slit, rummaging between the soft flesh. The hands spread the thighs and the tongue advances to the base of the tetanized sex, while the two thumbs distend the glowing hole a little more. Procullus tries to reach his cock, but intractable the strong thighs of the emperor weighing on his legs forbid the access. Turning the head over his shoulder, he can see only the mane reversed on his back, hiding the face which is active on his ass.

Lucius straightens up, hair in disorder, beard dripping with saliva. He slaps the buttocks in sound slaps and like a wild beast pouncing on its prey, he throws himself on the body of the legionary. The bulbous head splits the ring covered with saliva and the dagger disappears in the flesh. Without any more refinement, Verus smashes the submitted body in a surge of furious assaults. Plated on the ground by all the weight of Lucius, Procullus receives the wild shoves without being able to resist. His tail rubs against the stone ground, soon made slippery by his own sweat. Irresistibly the pleasure rises and the sticky cum ends up spreading in successive waves on the flagstones. Verus feels the hole tightening around his member at the rhythm of the spasms of the ejaculation, but continues with even more vigor his stampede. Finally he arches his back, pushing even further his plowshare in this ground already deeply plowed and with a long grunt unloads in the belly of copious quite fatty spurts. The orgasm passed, the emperor admires the undone body of the cisalpine, decidedly a beautiful object. His hand comes to flatter the fleshy buttocks. The hips rise at once, completely subjected. The caress finishes in a violent contemptuous slap. "That was not enough for you? Wait for me there, I return!"

Verus gains with haste the floor. On the landing, Euphorion came out of his apartment.

- Dear Euphorion, happy meeting!

- Caesar.

- Sell me Philippos.

- But Caesar knows well that he can dispose of him here at his convenience!

- I leave Rome in a few days.

- The sacking of Aquileia?

- The news has already spread despite the secrecy of Marcus! He himself came to wake me up in my room this morning to tell me of the catastrophe. According to him, never since Hannibal had the Latin sanctuary been so exposed. The poor man was so upset that he didn't notice at first that I wasn't alone in bed. Ashamed, he came out and immediately summoned me to a small council.

- And he sends you to repel the Germans?

- Worse. Heated by my antics in Syria, my brother did not want to send me to the Alps as a commander and wanted to pay for it himself. But he was also annoyed at leaving me alone in Rome. According to him, I was a little too light in the choice of my advisors: the idea of finding Rome transformed into a gigantic annex of your baths must not be quite pleasant for him. He announced to me that I would accompany him. The Germans will have to face the two Caesars, let them be terrorized in advance.

- Don't you have some new recruit in the praetorian guard to accompany you?

- That fool Procullus? I thought I could enjoy a reluctant novice and he rushes ahead of all my wishes, without even the imagination of a professional. And yet everyone seems to turn around him. Even you, Euphorion, I caught you visibly interested in this youngster. All my prestige of imperator will not prevent that, soon, his ass is the most frequented place of your baths. I took much more pleasure yesterday to ride your Scythian. He knows his job, and he has the most sumptuous ass I know, after Drussus'.

- Precisely Drussus

- Here again, Marcus is intractable. He refuses that Paulus leaves his post at the palace, whereas I placed him there only to bring him closer to me. Better even, he was restored in his titles of a Roman knight. My brother is melting down his silverware to finance the military expedition, but he is giving him back some of his family's former wealth, which he is taking from the Empire's domains.

- But you can count on others than Drussus. You have brought back from the East a nice contingent of favorites, Elgabal in the lead.

- Can you really see Elgabal accompanying me in the Alpine cold? In any case, Marcus intends to send the king back to the East, where he can best serve the interests of Rome. As for my freedmen, either the ingrates find good reasons to stay in Rome, or my brother does not want them in my luggage. There is nothing left for me but to resort to your herd.

- I understand, Caesar, but you know that I make it a point never to sell any of my slaves. When they enter here, they are assured of their freedom, and not one of them has ever wanted to leave my establishment. But I am ready to leave you the exclusive use of Philippos until your departure...

- The preparations were already well underway. The protocol should hardly be changed for two emperors instead of one.

- And then, I don't believe that you are so in need like that. There are unexpected encounters in the camp. Take a look at young Postumus Fronto for a moment. As Augustus' secretary, he'll be along for the ride.

- Why, the grandson of old Cornelius, that seed of a Stoic!

- A too constrained naturalness always resurfaced.

- One will see. But before returning to the palace, I intend to overcome the submission of Procullus. Then I abandon it to you. "

And the emperor to rush towards his room.

Verus hardly left the caldarium, a man comes out of the shade of one of the steam-baths, dripping with sweat. Bending a knee, he touches the buttocks of Procullus, still lying on his stomach. The heat of the hand makes a turn over the young man. Against the light, the silhouette of Calvisius takes shape. "I almost cooked, but this time you won't have a curtain to disappear behind." The Roman flatters the short hair, the hand slides on the shoulder, titillates the point of the pectorals. Leaning, he deposits a brief kiss on the lips of Sextus. The cisalpine knows how to answer only of a smile and at once throws himself on the thick brown cock which hangs between the thighs and seeks to swallow it. Calvisius pushes back his head: "Easy. I'm not Caesar, we can take our time." With thumb and forefinger, he forms a ring around his balls, making swells the appetizing fruit. Sextus first licks the silky soft wrapper, swallows one of the nuts, then the other, bathes both in the saliva of his wide-open mouth. He then kisses the massive base of the stinger, already half erect, gently sliding his tongue towards the glowing head. Gaius leans forward. The body of Sextus shivers under the delicate caresses, which draw the curves of his hips, then buttocks. The Roman ends up discovering the awaited treasure, a pink jewel in a case of white flesh, milky, smooth and slightly downy. A finger tickles the crack, sinking of a phalanx in the still sticky hole of the imperial cum.

The juicy sex has reached a perfect erection. Procullus does not dare to swallow it yet and presses with his lips the rubicund head, tasting with delight the salty and a little fatty foam that covers it. Gaius pushes the finger further, the ring sucks the intruder. He wanks the ass with two fingers, Sextus purrs. Adding force saliva, Calvisius doubles the measure, index and middle finger of both hands. The arched hips, the head nestled between the strong thighs of the Roman, Procullus does not seek any more but to support the pleasure which invades it. Calvisius spreads the fingers and distends always more the corolla of flesh. The ring opens on purple depths, palpitating. He releases the tension. Rolling the cisalpine on the back, he caresses its face, of the hand then lips. Procullus tightens against the powerful body and yields to the deep kiss, swallowing the frothy saliva that flows into his mouth. The tongue descends in the hollow of the throat, lingers on the juvenile breast. The nipples roll between the covered teeth of the lips. Stiff stem and swollen balls are pampered with the same delicacy. Calvisius folds the legs and opens wide the valley between the round buttocks. The lips plunge towards the pleated opening, the flat of the tongue spreads the drooling saliva around the corolla and the point finds a broad passage in the tender flesh. Getting up Gaius slips his shoulders under the thighs, his cock finds easily its way between the buttocks, the head coming to point against the ring. The young man cannot retain a whisper: "Take me." In his eyes, it is not anymore the submission to the authority of Caesar, nor the bulimia shared with the monoboles, but the fizzle of a desire to be shared. Gaius leans and again sticks his lips on that of Sextus. His tongue slides in the mouth while the head passes the ring, Procullus abandons himself to the ecstasy. Even though being of a gauge superior to the cock of the emperor, the broad punch enters without effort.

Chest against chest, Calvisius pushes his cock with all his weight. The pelvis crushes Procullus's buttocks and the heavy balls beat against his lower back. With a slight movement of the hips, while remaining helved in the deepest of the bottom, Gaius makes slide his cock against the tender flesh. Procullus, dazed, feels a wave of heat rising from his lower belly to his head and soon he is dripping with sweat. His tense cock beats against his belly and a light foam crowns it. Gaius raises the head slightly and, plunging his eyes in those of Procullus, he amplifies very slowly the movement of his waist. The piston shakes little by little, soon enough so that the buttocks of the young man take again of their curve before being again slowly crushed. Calvisius varies the angles of attack and the head caresses all the walls of the well. Sextus feels the slightest movement in his flesh, an immense enjoyment invades him but at the same time as perfectly controlled by Gaius so that the orgasm does not submerge him. Straightening up again a little, Calvisius raises almost entirely of the ground the cisalpine reversed on the shoulders. The cock shakes more widely and from now on the head travels entirely the way of the ring wide open until the deepest of the entrails. The rhythm accelerates again. Procullus does not feel any more but an intense furnace burning his belly, but the hypnotic glance of Calvisius always contains his pleasure. And when Sextus feels the dam about to break, Gaius seems to read in his glance and his dick comes out of his ass. The intense cooking of his entrails is still there, but the orgasm is postponed. Gaius returns to the load, his turgid head slowly caresses the edges of the dilated corolla, enters, goes out, penetrates a little more then spreads. A real delirium takes hold of the cisalpine, of all his body he feels no more than the palpitations of his hole which opens even more. Again the head sinks in the wide well. As if he could control each muscle and each nerve of it, the young man captures the slightest brush of the cock on his flesh and reaches a supplementary stage, crossing the previous ecstasy when the firebrand is again completely helved. Sextus reads in the eyes of Gaius that the pleasure could be thus infinite and exceed the simple carnal enjoyment in a complete fusion of the two spirits. As the slow movement of the cock has resumed, he loses himself in the look of Gaius. The tide swells, the waves break one after the other, and suddenly on a smile of Gaius the dam gives way. In a spasm, all the body of Sextus tends towards Calvisius, whose powerful chest he embraces with his arms. Between the two tight bellies, a flood of cum gushes out of the almost painful member of the cisalpine. When the generous bursts begin to be spaced, a second orgasm shakes the body of Sextus of convulsive shivers and it is only when he calms down in his turn that he understands that it is the ardent lava of Gaius which poured in its turn in his entrails. Of the same movement, the two mouths found themselves and the excess of pleasure pours out in a long kiss.

A sneeze coming from the upper floor separates the two bodies and the return of Verus is punctuated by the dive of Calvisius in the basin of the frigidarium. A single glance of the emperor on Procullus blushing is enough to link. His hand slips without waiting at the bottom of the slimy crack and brings to the mouth of the cisalpine the mixture of cum. "You have a funny way of resting." Procullus looks down. "Too late to play the scared virgin, I've brought something to fill your hole beyond your wildest desires." Verus brandishes towards the young cisalpine the enormous dildo which he holds in his hand. "But first a bit of internal hygiene." Verus shows one of the bronze phalluses which serve as tap to the basin of the caldarium. Procullus approaches the device. He rubs the metal sex between his buttocks. The head crosses of a bond the hole then the phallus sinks in his entrails. The contact of the cold metal more than the size of the instrument makes grimace the cisalpine and almost mechanically he sketches some back and forth on the bronze pal. Verus turns one of the balls which serves as valve, a jet of tepid water fills the belly of Sextus. When the abdomen is well inflated, the emperor closes the tap. Without even leaving his pal, Sextus pours a flood of soiled water. The operation is repeated two more times. "And now, on one of the benches in the next room! Ah, Philippos! Euphorion thinks of everything. Come in and help me to equip myself." The dildo brought by the emperor is provided with straps that make it possible to attach the instrument to the bottom of the belly. Procullus cannot repress a shiver by seeing the dimensions of the device, even the phallus of Satyros was less thick.

He goes into the tepidarium and gets into position. His buttocks open over a gaping hole. "And now, my young friend, take this." Verus approaches the huge stinger of the hole. "Just a moment, Philippos, climb on top. Two pairs of buttocks are better than one." Straddling Procullus' body, Philippos presents his bouncing buttocks to the emperor's face. "Perfect, let's go." The padded leather tassel comes to bump against the palpitating ring. The cisalpine holds his breath, the pressure becomes stronger, slowly the ring dilates. But Verus impatient gives a violent thrust and the head crosses the ring of a leap. Under the pain, Sextus cannot retain a howl. Calvisius appears in the frame of the door but of an authoritative gesture, Verus forbids him the entry. Procullus meets the sympathetic glance of Gaius and catches his breath. More carefully, Verus slides the remaining stinger into Sextus' ass until his belly hits the buttocks. "Here we go!" And the emperor starts plungering the cisalpine with his huge stinger. Again, the pain passed, Sextus feels the pleasure invading him, his breath becomes more panting. " You see, Statianus, that he asks for more. " And Verus redoubles his movement. Grabbing the hips of Philippos, he buries his face between the fleshy buttocks and searches with his tongue the hole of the Scythian. Subjected to such a regime, the young cisalpine is soon on the verge of the orgasm and with a grunt he cums. Verus abandons for a moment the buttocks of Philippos. "What, already, no, no, we continue." And Verus still accelerates the pace, feeding the fire that consumes the entrails of Procullus. The face of the young man is illuminated by the ecstasy, he gives himself totally to the pleasure. After his first ejaculation, his cock remained stiff and a second burst of cum spreads on the bench. The emperor abandoned Philippos and his fascinated look follows the back and forth of the device hung on his belly. The leather pestle enters and goes out from now on effortlessly in the totally opened ass. The ride continues and a third time, Sextus spreads his seed. His arms and legs start to shake. Verus gets hard again, and squeezing under the leather phallus, his cock also crosses the hole. The two tails fuck in unison the cisalpine. The enjoyment seizes in his turn of the emperor, who jizzs in the ass of Sextus, who comes a fourth time and collapses on the bench, unconscious. The emperor turns over towards Calvisius, always at the entrance of the frigidarium. "This time, I think he has had enough. If you still want such a wreck, I'll leave it to you!" Verus went out, two slaves who had slipped into the shadows seized the panting body of Procullus. "Take him in my room!" murmurs Statianus to them, which with the hand puts back the shaggy hair of the cisalpine.