The Spear-Bearer

Euphorion is waiting for them in the vestibule. The master of the place, although hardly thirty years old, shows the signs of early sickly aging. His head has lost its long black hair, and the hair on his temples has turned white. His blue eyes have retained their sparkle, but are set in a tight net of wrinkles. The skin has turned brown and dried out. A loose toga, immaculately white, permanently covers this decrepit body.

- Greetings to you, Caesar !

- Greetings to you, Euphorion!

- Many thanks for your gift.

- How did you find it?

- Worthy of a prince!

- This beauty is as well! "and his hand slaps the slave's buttocks.

- It is a new acquisition. A young Scythian, brilliant rider. I named him Philippos.

- Could you lend him to me a few days. I would like to make long rides with him.

- He is at your service. "

With a new sound slap, Verus pushes the Scythian towards the cloakroom.

- By the way, Euphorion, I'm expecting a visit tonight. You will warn me, before bringing him up.

- You recruit a lot, Caesar!

- But I'm good at it! " concludes the emperor, caressing his sex which only begins to soften. He enters in his turn in the cloakroom.

Euphorion remains a moment pensive, listening Philippos depositing the clothes of Verus in one of the lockers then the two men gaining the tepidarium. "I believe, Drussus, that our prince will forget you for a few moments. Follow me. "

Between the entrance and the vestibule, a small staircase gives access to the floor under the roof of the peristyle. Opposite the staircase, a long corridor running along the façade serves the regular clients' lodgings, simple rooms closed by a curtain. On the right is the entrance to Euphorion's apartment. The first room, all in length above the colonnade with the painted statues, gives by two windows on the swimming pool and by two narrow bull's-eyes in the caldarium and the frigidarium. It is used by Euphorion both as an observation post and an office. On a low table a large Greek ceramic cup.

- Caesar spoiled me again. Look what he has just brought me. A magnificent cup signed Euphronios, without a chip, and for good measure, he had filled it with aureus. "

With his eyes, Euphorion silently examines the massive body of Titus.

- Happy to see you again and covered with glory at a good price.

- Caesar also seemed very happy. In the heat of pleasure, he even wanted me to fuck him... and if it were not for the arrival of your Philippos, I do not know how far his whim would have led him!

- Since his return from Syria, his frenzy of fresh flesh reaches heights. The rise to the Empire had already unbridled him, these six years in the East made him lose any constraint. The ascendancy of his brother Marcus fades and this one, not to stiffen him under continuous reproaches, often prefers to close the eyes. "

Lucius Aurelius Verus had entered the imperial family when his father Elius Verus was adopted by Hadrian. At the premature death of Elius Verus, Hadrian deferred his choice and his adoption on Antonin. And for more continuity, he made him in his turn adopt the young Marcus Aurelius, whose qualities and wisdom he appreciated so much, as well as Lucius, the son of the deceased Elius Verus, still a child. From Hadrian to Antoninus, from Antoninus to Mark, the adoption seemed to have brought the sought stability at the head of the Empire.

Lucius Verus was thus born in Rome, from a consular family well anchored in the Latin territory, contrary to the Spanish origins of the previous emperors. He received the teaching of the best professors who were then in Rome. But if Lucius had shown himself a gifted child, whereas Mark, of ten years his elder, had succeeded only by dint of assiduity and perseverance, from his adolescence he showed a certain disdain for the effort, preferring to use his natural qualities for the immediate satisfaction of his desires. He mingled with his natural ease with the crowd of fine minds and scholars that surrounded the imperial court. But he preferred hunting, the palestra and all the pleasures of an easy life. As a simple private individual in the imperial family, he did not take part in the honors that Marcus Aurelius, the designated successor, enjoyed. The only distinction that he received until the death of Antoninus was the title of son of Augustus. Like so many others he climbed the old steps of quaestor and consul, become purely honorary. In spite of the excesses of pleasure and dissipation which broke through under his ordered behavior, in particular in his passionate enthusiasm for the horse racing or the fights of gladiators, Antoninus the Pious appreciated the frankness of his character and the loyalty of his behavior but did not show him particular attachments.

After the death of Antoninus, Marc-Aurelius, seeking support to spare his fragile health, accumulated on him the honors, until sharing with him the imperial power. For the first time, Rome had at its head two emperors. He also gave him his daughter Lucille in marriage, making his brother of adoption his son-in-law. But if Verus had a deep respect for Marc-Aurelius, of the heavy load of the State, he unloaded it gladly only of the splendors of the protocol, pompous ceremonies, official feasts and military parades.

- In the East, Verus discovered especially absolute freedom. No more Antoninus, no more Marcus to give him the example. Arrived at Antioch he immersed himself in the inimitable life of Asia, and he left to his generals the care to lead the war. Avidius Cassius did not do too badly besides. Only once, pushed by his courtiers, Verus wanted to take the lead of the army and Cassius organized for him a safe ride to the Euphrates.

- I suppose that the ambush of the Parthians on the return was not envisaged in the ride. Verus so often praised to us the way in which you took the command of his guard in the general disorder, without even realizing that he covered himself at the same time with shame, staying in the background.

- His campaigns took place in the winter in Laodicea on the coast of Lebanon and in the summer in Daphne, in the palace of King Elgabal, whom you must know well by now.

- Unfortunately!

- Caesar had found in him a much more pleasant mentor than those he had left in Rome, introduced in all the gallant spheres of the province. I can confess to you that, for what I saw and underwent of it, the refinements of the East hold rather of the gluttony. The finished war, Verus succeeded in temporizing still two full years far from the reproachful glance of his brother and left only with regret this kingdom of freedom.

- And Rome made a triumph to the Armenian, to the Parthian, to the Median, so many victories of which one honored him without he left his bed.

- The same titles have been given to his brother who had not even left Italy. The celebrations of the triumph lasted all last autumn, everyday races in the Great Circus, fights in the Colosseum, military honors, enough to satisfy even our Lucius.

- Also once the splendors finished and you left for Africa, he took again the habits taken in the East. He establishes a tavern in the palace of Tiberius which he occupies on the Palatine, and where he spends his nights with the games of chance among all that Rome counts of prostitutes of luxury, male and female. He organizes there amazing banquets which are prolonged until the morning. Exhausted with wine and pleasures, he falls asleep on his dining bed, so much so that he has to be removed from his cushions to be carried to his room. You know his recuperative powers, four hours of sleep and when he wakes up he doesn't feel the debauchery of the night and can start again right away. I have almost every evening his visit, between the races and his nightly feasts. He imposes on me his freedmen and even that Elgabal you were talking about. Marcus tries well to take him by the vanity, he made him consul for the third time at the beginning of the year. But the respite is each time only of short duration. Verus may say, the cracks of the Empire are not indifferent to him and the carefree young adopted son of Antoninus Pius is far. Lucius was always rough in his pleasures, but to calm his anguish, he comes to the worst excesses. I cannot, more than his brother, oppose me directly to his imperious will and I am reduced, when he becomes too brutal, to divert his lust by a new bait, like this young Scythian, whom I sent you. "

- And Marcus believed to settle down his brother by sending me to Africa.

- Think again. It's more for you than for Verus that he did it. It's all right for his brother to grope gitons and hetairies. But that he makes his favorite, subjected to his desires, with a distant descendant of glorious Aemilius Paullus, it is according to him infamy for any patrician, even fallen, even ruined. After your brilliant action on the Euphrates, Marcus did not want to favor you openly as a simple freedman. This position of tribune in the Augusta legion introduced you to military career. If you proved yourself, advancement would follow. It could accelerate with your return. While you've been in Africa, the news from Germania has only gotten worse. The Imperator seems determined this time to give of himself and lead the army, rather than send his brother. Lucius should remain in Rome. Not very expert in strategy, Marcus surrounded himself in the command of the praetorian guard with military advisers who will accompany him in the future campaign. Some posts will remain vacant in Rome. For weeks, Lucius has been trying to convince his brother to call you back and appoint you to the praetorium. Your victorious return should give him a decisive argument. "

Euphorion stopped.

- You still wear the establishment's strap on your ankle. You remember, I told you that it was no longer necessary for you.

- I had kept it during the whole campaign in the East. From now on it will be the sign of my gratitude to you. Besides, without it, I shall feel completely naked. "

Drussus bursts out laughing and slides his hand from his inflated chest to the bottom of his belly. The fascinated look of Euphorion wanders on all the body. Continuing to caress himself, Titus turns over. He camps himself on his slightly spread legs and makes slide a hand on his bouncy ass. He leans forward, the buttocks spread. At the bottom, the hole is still dilated by the recent stuffings of the emperor. The edge of the hand goes up the wet crack, a finger settles on the round, sinks of a phalanx, goes out and penetrates all in the well of palpitating flesh. Drussus turns in profile. His tail is stretched horizontally, two small balls grouped at the base of a thick and long shaft that ends with a thick head. The hand passes on the flat belly, searches the bush of disheveled hairs, seizes the virile member, and compresses it from the base towards the end. A pearl of male liquor comes to hem the fringe of the foreskin. Paulus pulls back the skin from the head. At the top, the transparent drop thickens. With his index finger he brings it to his lips, then in return comes to cover with saliva the head.

Still a quarter of a turn and Drussus is found of face, he puts a foot on the coffee table. In the opening of the crotch, the finger begins some goes and comes. The fist closes on the swollen sting, tests its stiffness, massages the head with the closed palm, goes up and down slowly along the shaft. The movement accelerates, a long transparent trickle stretches until the ground. A second finger distends the hole, sinking to the guard. Jaws clenched, Drussus raises his head towards Euphorion, whose eyes alone betray the ecstasy. A muffled grunt followed by short gasps interrupts the silence. Titus straightens up, all the body tended, the hollowed belly, the tips of his nipples hardened. A first spurt flies until the toga of Euphorion, the other white flows crash on the ground. The fingers tightened around the member make leave the last drops. Its muscles slacken, the sex escapes from its hand. In front, the Greek slightly raises the head and their glances cross. A light movement of the lips of Euphorion answers the wide smile of pleasure which illuminates the face of Drussus. A step backward, and the young man leaves.

On the landing, he crosses two men who move away in the corridor. One is naked. Drussus recognizes Gordius, one of King Elgabal's slaves, from his thick blond hair. The other is still wearing a tunic but seems to be just as massive in anatomy as the first. "A new Hercules for our Omphale! " murmurs Drussus, as the two slaves enter one of the rooms.

Inside the room, a tent has been erected. The thin canvas diffuses the light of the torches hung on the walls. Gordius makes the newcomer sit on a pile of cushions, before going out. The man looks astonished at the decoration, while a flute starts an Eastern melody. A dancer enters, her body faded by a multitude of veils. Slowly she turns around the slave and unties her veils one by one. Her gestures, initially borrowed from languor in harmony with the flute, become more provocative, while the silhouette becomes more precise. Instead of an elegant oriental dancer, it is the body of a heavyset man that appears. The veil around the waist falls in turn, a fully shaved manly sex swings between the round thighs. In one last step, the dancer removes the veil that covered his face and collapses at the feet of the slave. The body of king Elgabal completely shaved has reflections of alabaster under the veiled light of the torches. The slave, not knowing what to do, remains motionless.

The hands of Elgabal go up along the legs and, lifting the tunic, discover the muscular thighs, covered with short black hairs. Discreetly the man unties his belt, giving free rein. The hands reached the hips, revealing a robust member already a little swollen and voluminous bursae covered with an abundant down, the whole drowned in a dense tuft of curly black hairs, which cover all the lower abdomen. One guesses round and hairy buttocks. Of a sudden jump, Elgabal sticks his face on the sex of the slave. The mouth seizes the head, then of all the tail, lips and language slide on the still flexible flesh. The hands of the king do not continue any less to explore the solidly built body. They went up, following the broad furrow of hairs, until the chest where it opens out in a thick dark fleece. The powerful pectorals swell under the princely fingers that delight in the male fur. Elgabal likes strongly hairy men. Under the pressing assaults of the mouth, the cock strengthens and reaches a superb erection. Elgabal likes the strongly membranous men. His fellatio is disordered, like a child who has been given too big a piece of cake and who gulps it down greedily for fear of being taken away. Thick cock and heavy balls are covered with white foam. The hands go down again along the ribs and, sometimes knead with vigor the fleshy buttocks covered with a fine black velvet, sometimes seizing the base of the scepter, accompany the work of the mouth with furious masturbation. However accustomed to this kind of exercise, the face of the slave blooms with pleasure. This plump body, gesticulating clutched to his belly, is that of an expert.

The Syrian abandons the sex dripping with saliva and turns over, presenting his buttocks widely spread on a dilated hole, the whole entirely shaved there too. The slave removes his tunic and caresses with his unhooded head the smooth ass, spreading saliva on the pinkish skin. The king shows his impatience by wriggling his buttocks. The cock introduces itself in the wrinkled corolla, the enormous machine sinks easily in this hole accustomed it seems to such calibers, and when the hips of the slave are plastered against his flesh, Elgabal pushes a deep grunt. Immediately Gordius enters the tent. As much the new slave has the black hair, as much the equally hairy freedman has it of a metallic blond. The king must have been very seduced by this body covered with gold shavings. He is also powerfully built, with a rough musculature of a man of sorrow. At his belly of a thick golden bush comes out a magnificent branch, of also uncommon size, in full erection. He approaches quickly and buries his tail, stiff as a spear, in the wide-open mouth.

The very passive Elgabal is certainly a gourmet, but he is also fundamentally greedy. The slave understands this just by seeing how quickly the cock is swallowed. He launches out in a violent stuffing. The hands tightened on the hips of the king, he pounds on a short and fast rhythm on the shaved ass. On his side Gordius, arched on his legs, leaves his sex to the greedy mouth, which swallows it until the glottis with each blow of kidneys of the impaler. The saliva flows along with the robust cock and snakes on the muscular thighs, making its way between the blond hairs. Both slaves own their craft and the double smack continues unabated, until Elgabal's sweaty body begins to wobble. With a nod the slaves understand each other. They move aside and the hot milk pours on the buttocks and the face of the Syrian. Exultant, he rubs himself against the heads and spreads the thick liquor on his skin. Then turning over, he puts in his mouth the still stiff lance of his new slave and pumps the juice until the last drop. Elgabal catches with full hand the sex thus cleaned and rising:

- By Hercules, some first choice! You have put me in an appetite to exhaust the whole troop ", then turning to Gordius, " Bring him up to date and join me downstairs. "

- Well! " exclaims Gordius, as soon as the king is out. "You can tell you've made an impression on him. I have rarely seen him so enterprising with a new recruit. I hope you're in good shape, because in the coming days you'll certainly be put to work a lot, and you've seen that our boss's passivity allows him to indulge in the whims of a glutton. Excuse me... Hierocles I think, I forget to make the introductions. I am Gordius, the commander, so to speak, of the personal guard of your new master, King Elgabal. But I assure you the only spear you will have to use is the one that can be raised between your thighs. That's why the king calls us "monoboles". You will quickly notice that to enter Elgabal's guard you need four qualities: muscle, hair, stiff manhood... and to know how to give without counting!

- I am a little bit lost. The leno just told me that I became the property of King Elgabal, the Syrian friend of Caesar Verus, and had me delivered here. But it is not thus that I imagined the imperial palace. Where are we?

- You must at least know by reputation the baths of Euphorion.

- The Baths of Euphorion... My previous master would have sold his own sons to enter there.

- That's right. What is a dream for a free man can become reality for a slave as well mounted as you. It is enough to be bought by a master who has its entries there. Besides, I have to give you your badge. All the men, even genuine Roman citizens, whom you will see wearing this leather strap, have entered here slavishly and cannot decline the desires of Euphorion's approved clients. "

Gordius squats, undoing a bracelet which he had in double around the ankle to attach it to that of Hierokles. Straightening the head, he faces the sex of the slave. He gobbles the head, at once the member finds firmness. A few strokes of the tongue and it becomes stiff.

- Wonderful. Stiff as a lance. "

And as Hierocles bends down to pick up his tunic:

- Forget it. In the baths, nudity is required for all, but moreover it is the official uniform of the guards of Elgabal. Now let's go down. Seeing the welcome he gave you, the king must be impatient to see you again. Let's get to work! "

Gordius goes out into the hallway but quickly retreats into the room, pushing Hierocles away, a finger over his mouth. A man passes. Discreetly the slave pushes aside the curtain.

- Caesar Verus returns to his apartment, whereas the evening starts downstairs. There is an appointment in all this... That's ok. Let's go. "

And on the staircase, which they run down, they pass a young, fully dressed military man led by an establishment slave. "And here is Caesar's supper! " murmurs Gordius. The two monoboles burst out laughing.