The Spear-Bearer

"Enter and settle down." Hierokles, that nothing surprised anymore in two days with the baths, lies down on a bench of what he knew to be the room of Caesar Verus. Drussus, after having apostrophized him in the corridor as he left his Syrian master, sat down in an armchair. "Despite your recent arrival at the baths, you will have had time to familiarize yourself with the customs of the place, and two men sitting at this late hour for a simple chat must seem curious to you. Even if I believe that you would carry out what is expected of you without asking a question, I prefer to make knowledge before. Caesar has just left, accompanied by Philippos, for the palace. And despite his bulimia, Elgabal must be satiated temporarily. We have a little time before us." The body of the Greek indeed gleams with the saliva of the Syrian, who had cleaned it clean after having emptied it once more.

- What do you know about Euphorion?

- What all of Rome knows about him. A Greek who took advantage of his father's fortune to open baths reserved for the virile pleasures of the Roman aristocracy. But for the moment I saw only a respectable old man in a toga, far from the dashing jouster that I imagined!

- Euphorion is only a shadow of what he was, but the man in the toga is only a few years older than you."

His father, a great landowner of the Peloponnese, had domains in all the Empire. Rome has become the center of the world, he came to settle there to better manage his business, leaving to his elder son the care of the properties in the East. He had bought a comfortable house on the Aventine from a Greek friend who, a little too close to Domitian, had found it salutary to move away from Rome after the assassination of this one. The construction of the great imperial palace on the Palatine had made the residences of the aristocracy move back towards the Aventine. The old popular district had turned its back on the warehouses along the Tiber and large domus had replaced the insulae in only a few years. Trajan had his house here before succeeding Nerva and Marcus Aurelius was born here. The house of Euphorion's father had a private bathhouse at the bottom of the garden. Euphorion was born in this small palace during Hadrian's principate, some twenty-five years after his brother. His mother was a recently freed slave, the father's old age stick. At a very young age, Euphorion was sent to Greece, where he was educated by the best teachers. Barely ten years old, his great beauty did not leave his masters insensitive, and he became their bedfellow. In Roman Greece, detached from any educational context, pederasty had retained its rites, becoming a kind of entertainment for gilded youth. Euphorion soon extended the circle of his "acquaintances" to include his fellow students and visiting friends. It is necessary to say that become a beautiful ephebe, he was provided with generosity by nature for this kind of amusements. Youngest of the family and from "doubtful" birth, he was not very much involved in the family business, his half-brother had taken over the management of the farms from his aging father. During his stays in the imperial capital, he had all the leisure to lose himself in the lust of the Roman nights and he usually ended up at dawn in the bed of one of the guests of his father's parties. Surrounded since childhood by men older than him, Euphorion had matured precociously. The teaching of Athens had given him a culture definitely deeper than the oratorical varnish which constituted the essence of the Roman education. The frequentation of the relations of his father had completed his formation. At the death of this one, Euphorion was only sixteen years old, he had already explored a great part of what life can bring of enjoyment but had not been disgusted by it. The inheritance was to be shared between the eldest brother, three long-married sisters in good Athenian society and himself. The large domus of the Aventine was put on sale, such a vast residence did not suit his brother who preferred the Greek East. Euphorion asked to keep only the establishment of baths. He had an idea which, while preserving to him the pleasure of his way of life, would enable him not to depend financially on his brother. The baths had been the splendid setting for parties organized by his father and could remain so. He made a few necessary adaptations: enlarging the service entrance on the small street at the back to make it the main access, digging a pool in the former garden of the villa and enlarging the peristyle that surrounded it, and finally adapting the decoration: the mosaic of a spring goddess became a pleasant young agrarian god and the statues were equipped with solid attributes.

A few weeks only after the opening, Lucius Verus still adopted son of the emperor Antonin became one of the most assiduous customers, and one year later the fame of the baths was such, that they accommodated as well a proconsul of Iberia of passage to Rome as the high priest of Adonis who had made the trip on purpose of Phrygia. The entry of the baths became a sought-after privilege, because Euphorion in his elitist will exert a draconian selection, pushing back these newly rich people who had preserved of their former state of freedman a too vulgar behavior. No Trimalcion at his place. The clientele had no entrance fee to pay, besides Euphorion never spoke of his clients, but of his guests. However, his "friends" knew how to measure the value of the provided pleasures and regularly offered sumptuous gifts to their host. The attraction of the baths became so great that soon free but not very wealthy citizens sought the favors of privileged nobles in order to enter this den of pleasure under cover of complete servility. And for the regular customers, and Lucius in particular, to have at his feet fiery young men ready to bend to their every whim was a boon they rarely resisted.

But Euphorion did not profit a long time from this success. He who, the first times of the activity of the baths, had been the main attraction and who thereafter, even when he purchased slaves experts in all kinds of pleasure, had remained the most sought-after partner, had started to suffer from temporary impotence. For a few hours, he remained hopelessly inert to any solicitation and the crises became more frequent and longer. Nature granted him a last reprieve for the famous evening given in honor of the investiture at the head of the Empire of Lucius Verus, partner and guest of the first hour, which was a consecration for the reputation of the baths. At twenty-five years, at the top of his virility, Euphorion passed to the wire of his blade in full erection the totality of the personnel of its thermal baths and all the guests who offered themselves to his dagger. It was the song of the swan. When he woke up the next day, his sex was flaccid as ever, and even the art of his most talented slaves did nothing.

« Deprived of his faculties of active enjoyment, Euphorion, in the middle of the continuous debauchery of the thermal baths, seems to lead a life of an ascetic, directing in solitary from his apartment his establishment. You will understand that a man once so vigorous suffers from this condition. I was the only one whose presence he sought. For some reason, Euphorion noticed you. Perhaps you remind him of the sturdy Greek peasants who worked on his father's estates. He wants to see you.

- I knew an old man who, his capacities declining, had taken refuge in the company of marble ephebes. Euphorion simply prefers statues of flesh.

The eyes of Hierokles sparkle of connivance. A shiver runs through Drussus. The two men remain immobile for a long moment, frozen in their mutual fascination. Drussus finally shakes his head.

- Come on, we are expected! "

The room is plunged in darkness, except for the cone of light of a torchbearer. Hierokles distinguishes hardly the white spot of the toga of Euphorion. Impressed despite him, the monoboles leaves all initiative to Drussus. This one begins by covering him with caresses from the head to the feet, then kneeling flatters for a long time the magnificent instrument. Clutching with full handles to the fleshy mass of the bottom, Paulus opens wide the mouth and swallows the whole sex, nuts included. Under the learned passes of the tongue, the blood flows, the cock hardens and distends the cheeks. But the tribune keeps his lips tightly around the base of the sex, sucking the awakening monster. From behind, his fingers have opened the deep valley of the buttocks and are sinking into the lush hair. The cock does not cease to grow, deforming the face of the Roman, the head reaches the bottom of the throat. The jaws can no longer contain the power of the erection. The nuts escape covered with saliva, the stiff spear slams against the flat belly. The assailant pushed back to the front, he becomes more pressing to the back. At the bottom of the thick bush, a clearing appears, pierced by a still closed well. With his fingernail, he scratches the edge of the pink skin. The point of Paulus' tongue starts again to the attack, titillating the enormous head, lapping in fast flights the round and firm balls. Then the lips come to kiss the drawn-up mast, by sucking delicately the top. At the bottom of the crack, under the massage of a finger, the hole opened out. In the same progression, the whole cock disappears in the mouth and two thumbs in the ass. The lips come to kiss the lower abdomen, the palms marry the roundness of the buttocks. Double invested, Hierokles takes the initiative.

The legs solidly planted, the monoboles grabs the hips of Drussus and raises the Roman in a push. The legs of Paulus take off and come to take support on the shoulders of the Greek, while the arched torso is girdled by the powerful arms. Under the pressure of his reversed weight, the tribune swallows even more deeply the cock of the slave, the head against the uvula almost suffocates him. Seeking to ensure balance, his fingers tighten on the buttocks hardened by the effort, his thumbs hooked in the hole stretch it violently. The face of Hierokles faces the ass of Drussus. Between the spread thighs, the crack was opened widely and the lips of the Greek kiss the walls then the bottom, the tongue sinks in the hole, searching the tender flesh. The sweat sparks on the swollen muscles of Hierokles, runs between the protruding pectoral muscles, along the spinal column until on the fists of Paulus. The inner turmoil of the two men is much too strong to maintain such an athletic position for long. Giving in under the load, the monoboles bends his knees and lets himself fall on the thick carpet. Face to face, the faces meet, the lips join, the tongues rub, slide to the bottom of the palate and around the teeth. Breaths, saliva mingle. With hesitation at first, as if surprised by their own overflow of desire, then with a growing madness, they devour each other with full mouths. The hands cling to the pectorals, go along the thick thighs, knead the bountiful buttocks. The fists close on the two prodigiously inflated cocks and in a gallop they jerk each other off. Front against front, the other hand posed on the nape of the neck of his partner, they activate themselves frantically. The sweat drips, their generous masses of flesh shine in the light of the torch. The master of the thermal baths, frozen in the drape of his toga, lives only by his fascinated eyes. In prey to the ecstasy, the eyes closed, the two men stop at the same time and a double stream of cum spouts out between their tight bodies, staining their burning skin.

Still numb, they sit upon their knees. Euphorion has left the room. Their glances meet and cannot leave each other. Hierocles is the first to smile. Without saying a word, he takes the head of Drussus between his hands and sticks his lips on his. In a shudder their mouths open and their tongues become entangled. The Roman embraces with his arms the Greek. His hands slide along the back to the hairy buttocks. Hierokles makes slide his hands of the shoulders on the pectoral. All the muscles of the chest are still bandaged, his fingers pinch the protruding nipples then go down the abdominal furrow. Crossing the short bush of hair the hand seizes the dick of the tribune, warm, thick but softened. Despite all their experience, the orgasm was much too violent to preserve an erection. The hands of Paulus opened the ass and in the teeming fleece found the way to the crack. A finger crosses the ring and slides in the tender flesh inside. The monoboles passes in his turn his hand between the thighs of the tribune. Between the smooth buttocks, the palpitating hole, still very wet of his saliva, swallows without effort the finger of the Greek. The eyes in the eyes, the two men share the same enjoyment. They lie down on the carpet, head to tail. The face inserted between the buttocks, the tongue comes to replace one time the fingers. The rings dilate, the tongues slide inside and lick the tender flesh. Soon the hand takes again of the service. A finger without effort, two, a little more saliva, three, the two men work the ass of a hand, while the other intertwined with its twin, in a mute exchange. The foam dripping from the lips between the buttocks, the chasm becomes more and more gaping and soon it is with four fingers that they file each other. The two men straighten up, a glance is enough to express their desire. They catch themselves by the neck of their free hand and tighten one against the other. Their mouths join, their languages mix again. Their breath in unison, in the distended rings, the thumb slips in turn. Very slowly, without almost forcing, the hand twists the flesh and the ring widens always more. The five fingers are swallowed. In search of a second breath, the mouths separate, but the eyes in the eyes the two men still breathe at the same rhythm. The muscles of the arms contract, a double grunt resounds. The whole fists are entered. Thus deeply united, they caress each other's insides, beyond ecstasy. Their cocks found all their stiffness and slap against the hardened waves of the abdominal ones. Sharing only one enjoyment, they fist themselves slowly. The disproportionately widened rings do not oppose any resistance. The wrist disappears and soon it is until the half of the forearm that they fist themselves. The pleasure becomes unbearable. Their turgid cocks are stretched one last time, the creamy salvos spurt out, spraying chests and faces. The two men lose consciousness. Coming back to them, slowly, they undo their assembly. An intense wave of ecstasy makes them vibrate again when the fist leaves the ass. The two men roll one against the other, Drussus on the belly, Hierokles on the back. The silence of the night was complete.

- You don't seem to be an ordinary freedman and your name is too well known in Greece, Paulus.

- You are right, I count Aemilius Paullus among my distant ancestors, the one who liberated your country by making it a Roman province.

- And the liberator was conquered by his conquest, known story.

The wars at the end of the Republic had cut down the family of Drussus, and time, even more ferocious lumberjack, had made the last shoots disappear into the undergrowth of anonymity. Drussus had been born in Brundisium, the endpoint of the Appian Way and gateway to Greece, in the fifth year of Antoninus' principate. Deprived early of mother, only son, he had been raised by a very attentive and cultivated father. In this city of ancient Great Greece, the practice of the gymnasium was more frequent than in the more northern Latin cities. Paulus had become a fervent follower of it and his sporting qualities allowed him to shine in the first ranks among the strongly Hellenized Roman notables, and to contract a certain taste for the virile friendships and the beautiful bare male anatomies, inclination which did not remain platonic a long time. The death of his father left him without great resources. An excellent athlete, he decided to try his luck in Rome. Around the gymnasium built by Domitian, a small circle of amateurs, mainly of oriental origin, had been created. One of his "protectors" brought him one evening to Euphorion. His illustrious Roman origin was not enough and he had to accept the status of a slave.

It was at the climax of the evening, when all the customers of the baths met at the edge of the swimming pool for an immense carnal orgy. The air, saturated with the pungent smell of the sweat and the sperm, was disturbed only by the moans and the grunts. Not a word was exchanged. The "master" of Drussus seemed to be perfectly satisfied with him, because instead of dabbling in all the pleasures to the right and left, he had not left him. After many exchanges, he was half asleep, lying on cushions, legs wide open, sex still stiffly sucked by Drussus.

Kneeling, the torso leaning forward, the young Roman exposed his magnificent croup to the lust. And it did not take long before a hand was placed on it. Drussus knew the rules of the baths, no refusal possible, he expected to be quickly skewered. But the hand lingered, flattering the generous flesh. The caress was doubled by the other hand.

"Despite the hour, this one still took the time of preliminaries and his fingers knew how to do it. My fellatio became more mechanical, but my protector did not seem to notice it. The two hands opened my buttocks and a finger slid all along the crack. Flying over the hole he pressed just a little harder, a shiver went up to between my shoulders. The finger came back, this time covered with saliva, it stopped on the ring and slowly turned on the edge of the well that the previous fillings had opened wide. Instead of the finger, it was the tip of the tongue that penetrated the ring. Then it redid the route of the bottom of the back to the birth of the nuts. The hands resumed their position on my buttocks and kneaded the flesh.

"The eyes closed, I ensured more than a reduced service on the stick always stiff of my "master", who did not move anymore. I was all to the pleasure of this exploration. The mouth left the hollow of my crack to bite in full teeth the tended muscles of my thighs. The hands loosened their grip, the thumb came to feel the ring, one then the other, and both at the same time. After the thumbs, the other fingers followed, two, four, six. My hole dilated more and more and if the pain pointed, the enjoyment quickly took over. My protector slipped away discreetly. And at the same time, a strong cock replaced the fingers in my ass. I did not have time to recover from my surprise, that the enterprising customer left in an unbridled stuffing. I had to hold on to my two hands on the ground to avoid being thrown forward with each stroke. But the brutality did not shorten the session and I was thus stoned a long moment without the least weakness in the unchained rhythm.

"A final furious assault threw me to the floor, impaled deep inside. I felt the flood of boiling cum pouring into my insides. My fucker's body collapsed on top of me, pinning me to the cold pavement. The carpet of cushions had not resisted the violence of the attacks and had scattered on all sides. I felt the shortness of breath in the hollow of my neck. He seemed to have also reached the most remote borders of the orgasm.

"He finally whispered to me: Upstairs, fourth room. And immediately he slipped away. I was not yet able to follow him, exhausted as ever. Finally the cold of the night woke me up. I got up. Leaning against a column of the peristyle, a man was waiting. To the bracelet which adorned his ankle, like mine, I recognized a slave of the baths. He led me to the quarter of the slaves, where I could wash, then until the corridor of the floor, fourth curtain. It was the room of Caesar Verus. "

Paulus, lengthened on the belly, the head snuggled in his crossed arms, spread a little more the thighs, exposing nuts and crack of the buttocks to the desire of the Greek. On a small table beside the armchair a bottle of perfumed oil, Hierokles makes flow a dash of it along the back of the Roman, until the small of the back. A first flow runs in the slit up to the ring, disappearing in the wide-open well. A further flow of oil fills it and triggers a small waterfall on the nuts. Following the course of the stream, Hierokles slides his finger to the bottom of the crack. It enters effortlessly in the oiled softness of the hole. Drussus purrs, the flesh made even more sensitive by the previous intense fisting. A little more oil spread on the soft buttocks and the generous flesh shines like polished bronze in the fading light of the torch. The monoboles empties the rest of the bottle on the back and lies down on top. All his body slides on the oiled skin like a huge caress. He embraces with his hands the shoulders and bites the soft and elastic skin. The teeth sink into the muscle, leaving the reddened trace of the canines. Lodged between the buttocks, the cock of the monoboles finds all its stiffness.

Drussus frees himself from the hold of Hierokles and turns over on his back. The column of the phallus rises, right, projecting veins, head half unhooded. The Greek caresses of the palm the fine skin, revealing completely the crimson end. He sticks his nose under the edge of the rubicund mass, where the intoxicating perfumes are born. After having filled his lungs with these scents, his lips slide on the shaft and taste the roundness of the head. Finally the mouth covers it entirely. The tongue agitates, turns, goes up, plunges and straightens again. The monoboles feels the pressure of the blood to beat. He raises the head. The eyes of the Roman are half-closed and his rolled-up lip discovers his teeth in a smile of anticipated pleasure. Hierokles straddles the lengthened body and makes run its heavy balls all along the dick of Paulus. The cock agitates under these caresses and beats like the stick of a drum on the belly with the inflated abdominal muscles. The fingers of the slave seize the nipples of the tribune. Grabbed firmly between the thumb and the index finger, the two nipples are subjected to torture, all the muscles of the chest contract. The two faces meet and merge.

Sparkling glances, intertwined fingers, glued lips, they exchange their short breaths. Quite naturally, Hierokles impales himself on the sting erected between his thighs. The cock disappears in the entrails. Some stuffings, a jump, and without breaking the embrace the monoboles plunges in his turn his spear in the ass of the Roman. His hips hit the tense buttocks. By rebound, the dagger comes out of all its length and returns at once in the sheath wide open, until the guard. The exchange reproduces itself several times. At the height of the orgasm, the two cocks cross swords directly, the two thick and sticky weapons slide one against the other. Two screams sound, and thick jets of cum explode between their tight bodies. The boiling covers them with creamy foam from belly to shoulders. Sated, the two men remain tightly entwined, the head of the Greek resting in the hollow of the throat of the Roman, while the first lights of the morning enter the room.

END OF PART TWO