The Spear-Bearer

The powerful muscular nudity of the monoboles and their imposing virility swinging to the liking of the jumps and the sound laughter make redouble the convulsive tremors of the young man. The friendly face of his guide who turned over towards him reassures him a little. Jaws tightened, dry throat, he climbs the last steps. On the floor, the corridor is illuminated by the light which filters through some of the curtains. The slave points to one of the rooms: "It's here. "and the naked figure disappears into the darkness of the landing. The young man hesitates a moment in front of the curtain. Suddenly there is a stronger glow. He turns his head. In the frame of the next room, a powerful body, displaying a robust erection, stands out against the light. " Then, my cute, one hesitates! " The young man protects himself instinctively by crossing the curtain.

" I thought well that you would never enter, Sextus. Come here! " Lucius Verus is lengthened on a bed, dressed in a sumptuous tunic. As soon as the young man crossed the threshold, the convulsions disappeared, but now an intense heat radiates from his belly. He scans with his eyes the small room, white walls without decoration, colored only by the hot reflections of the torches, two beds of rest, a low table. The body of the torchbearer is a bronze male couple, intimately entwined, and the oil lamp on the table is shaped like a phallus. The lewd allusions of his companions in the camp when he had received the emperor's message had warned him enough of what lay ahead to be surprised. "I thank you for coming. We'll get to know each other a little, and then I'll introduce you to some of my friends who are spending the evening here. Take your clothes off! "

Sextus cannot hesitate, he awkwardly undoes his clothes. Under the fixed glance of the emperor his tremors took again. Naked, he hides his sex of his crossed hands. Verus is not formalized, the juvenile body thus revealed is enough for the moment to his admiration. And what he details is magnificent. Of average size with a light musculature, a small head gives a stockier appearance to the silhouette of Sextus Procullus . His round face is framed by short military hair hesitating between blond and chestnut. The hand of Verus runs on the smooth skin, hardly gilded by the sun. Arrived on the hips, he spreads the two hands. The beautiful piece that he discovers does not stop him. It passes in the back and from the curve of the kidneys slides on the velvety buttocks of a fine down. "I let me say, that freshly weaned of the maternal tendernesses, the ground was still virgin. "The fingers insert themselves in the crack and the index which pushes more forward towards the ring makes startle Sextus, "My faith, that is indeed quite narrow, it will be necessary to take precautions not to bruise such a setting. Go to work, get on the table! "No, not standing, on all fours. Here, closer to the edge. " Procullus presents at good height his buttocks, two fleshy masses admirably shapely, drawing a flexible curve between the flat of the back and the contracted thighs. " Incline yourself a little more forward, spread your legs more. "The head on the folded arms, the buttocks groove opens widely, traced with the same harmonious curve. Deep in the valley is set a pink corolla, tightly packed. The emperor puts his hands on the hips of Sextus, caresses the roundness of the bottom, let's slide a wet finger along the crack in a slow flush. The rosette dilates one moment then closes. Two vigorous slaps come to punctuate this first exploration.

Verus seizes the oil lamp, extinguishes it, and with a finger lubricates the edges of the ring, which opens again. The back of Procullus shines in the light of the torches, sweat goes up to him from the basin to the hollow of the nape of the neck and between the thighs the sex becomes firmer. The still warm terra-cotta rod slides between the buttocks. Perfectly oiled the phallus does not have difficulty penetrating the corolla. A sharp pain tightens the ring, driving out the device. The emperor does not insist. The lamp goes down the buttock crack and pushing back the nuts measures itself with the stiffness of the member of Sextus. On the return, the clay head does not meet any more resistance. A rattle of voluptuousness replaces the cry of pain of the first attempt. Verus works gently the ass." That should be enough. "

The emperor puts back the lamp and takes off his tunic. To the noise of the garment falling on the ground, Sextus opens his eyes. Between his thighs advances the thick and stiff cock. Immobilized by the powerful grip of Verus, he closes again the eyes and, the tensed face, waits. The swollen head places itself in front of the tightened corolla. A single pressure and the threshold opens. Of a slow but firm push, the sword threads between the oiled buttocks until the guard. Feeling the warm body of the emperor against his, Sextus gives up. The cock tears his entrails but all pain disappeared. All to the enjoyment of being stuffed, his erection does not hold and his cock beats between the thighs. Caesar thanks this chaste family which allowed this splendid body to reach him still virgin. The hungry hole sucks the cock like a pump. Verus accelerates the rhythm. The imperial scepter sinks of all its length, the hips come to strike the buttocks. In a rebound, it goes out half and returns untiringly. Lucius does not contain himself.

Of a violent shove, he turns over Procullus. A creamy cascade hits his face. Spontaneously he opens his mouth and receives the generous spurts of burning cum at the bottom of the throat. Verus cums with such abundance that the white drool overflows on the chin. The bursts dry up, the virile mast slowly lowers its flag. The emperor smiles broadly, the soldier answers him by passing a greedy tongue on his lips covered with jelly. "Well, it's hard to believe that you are a novice! "Verus rings a gong. "A bit of wash and let's go downstairs. " Two slaves soon cross the curtain, carrying a large basin of hot water. "Euphorion has again planned everything. "One of the slaves is the Scythian Philippos. The other is a young ephebe whose almost childish physiognomy could surprise taking into account the rules of Euphorion, but Verus knows well the lustful vigor which hides the frail silhouette of Leagros. Procullus recognizes besides his guide of a moment ago. "To the bath! ". Sextus descends from the table, a diffuse heat always radiates from his distended ring.

The two men covered with sweat enter the tub. On a gesture of Verus, Leagros kneels in front of the young soldier. He seizes the sex with full hand and begins to jerk off it. Sextus steps back and finds himself against Lucius. "Let yourself be done. In the state you're in, you wouldn't last long in the battle ahead. You must clear your positions. " And in complement he pushes two fingers between the buttocks, his other hand wandering on the ass of Philippos. Very quickly Procullus finds a superb erection. Leagros approaches the mouth and sucks the swollen cock without ceasing to masturbate it. His other fist closes on the nuts. Procullus feels the orgasm rumbling, crossed by flashes when the balls are crushed or his hole is distended by an additional finger. He quickly succumbs to such treatment. The jets of cum sprinkle the chest of Leagros. " You are ready! "concludes the emperor by withdrawing his hand. Verus and Procullus are then sprinkled with hot water, washed, dried and coated with a perfumed ointment by the skillful care of the two slaves.

Thus prepared, Verus and Procullus go down towards the big room. In the half-light of the entrance, they observe the surroundings of the swimming pool. Braziers and torches illuminate and warm up the guests of the evening, already very busy. The naked bodies mingle in complex entanglements, that the flames make glow. Lucius indicates to the young man certain groups.

"Near the big brazier, busy fucking two vigorous slaves from the ends of the Empire, a German and an African, it is Loukianos, the Greek writer. I met him in the East and he is visiting Rome. Closer to the basin, Calvisius Statianus, who directs the Latin correspondence of the Palace, and at present in charge of three or four authentic Roman citizens. Gaius boasts to have never resorted for his pleasures to servile labor, preferring to debauch the fine youth of Rome, fortunate or not. He was already quite enterprising with you earlier. Beware! "

Verus cannot continue the presentations. A noisy stampede crosses the vestibule and plunges into the pool. "This crowd is king Elgabal and his escort of hairy Hercules. You have nothing to fear from him. He may be a king, but he doesn't use his scepter and he only likes muscle and hair. "Lucius stops, smiling. The troop of the monoboles led his glance to the other end of the basin. The torches there barely illuminate the massive silhouette of a black man leaning against a column, and at his feet a man sucking the huge piece that stands against the belly of the colossus. "And over there, kneeling, is my valiant Paulus Drussus. You have just arrived in Rome, but you must have heard about his African campaign. He returns triumphant. He will soon be your leader. My brother has postponed the decision until tomorrow, but Drussus will be one of the commanders of the imperial palace guard. "The naive Procullus turns dumbly towards the emperor. The latter continues, caressing the young Roman's curves: "Don't be surprised, you too have a nice enough butt to be promoted quickly... The black giant is Talos, a gift from an African kinglet for nightly scuffles. I left them already on duty, when I went to wait for you in my room. Titus did not exaggerate the resources of his Hercules, because you can believe me, it is not easy to resist his oratory art. "

Verus comes out of the shadows. Talos must have been watching his entrance, because with a grunt he immediately pours a generous load on Drussus' face and chest. "By Jove, shouts the emperor to his friend, your Hercules of ebony finally could not resist to your works, but I have from now on Iolaos to serve me. " And he shows the young legionary who followed him. The burst of voice attracted attention and a murmur of admiration circulates in the room. The groups break up and soon Procullus is surrounded by naked men, some with their sex still erect, others with their mouths dripping with white foam. Hands embolden themselves to caress him. Verus intervenes in front of the distraught mine of his protected. "Softly, gentlemen, think that hardly one hour ago this wonder was still virgin. Yes! In our alpine campaigns civilization has not yet brought all its lights. Also even if he is full of goodwill to cultivate himself, it is necessary to spare him and you will allow me for the moment to reserve him for my personal use. "

The emperor leads beside the young cisalpine to the distance, in the narrower part of the peristyle. " My dear Procullus, it is your turn to show me if you are gifted for the mute declamation. " Laying a hand on his shoulder, he makes him kneel. Fighting his shyness with an ardor of novice, Sextus takes in mouth the cock half erected. He clutches the wet tip between his lips and begins to suck it, feeling the blood pulsing in the veins of the shaft as it swells. Verus pushes forward to get his bulky sex deep inside. Sextus is at first half-choked by it, but he manages to catch his breath. He ties himself to the buttocks, imitating Leagros, and resumes his fellatio with eagerness. Taming the beast, the lips of the young man run all along with the stake, his tongue licks the burning skin of the head bathed in saliva. "Not bad for a beginner! " murmurs Lucius, while passing his fingers in the short hair of the military. The forehead leaning on the belly of Verus, Procullus gets drunk of the strong musky smell which goes up of the abundant pubic fleece. " Not a blow of tooth ", continues the emperor, " but you do not use enough of your hands! " Swallowing to the bottom of his throat the sting, Sextus grabs his own cock and jerks off furiously. The emperor smiles at this novice's mistake but does not correct him.

The orgy took again on the edges of the basin. Between the columns, the glance of Verus dives into the melee. Drussus quickly found himself monopolized by a hungry customer who after having cleaned him with great blows of tongue of the cum of Talos now tastes further the anatomy of the soldier. As for the black colossus, he seems to satisfy alone all the pile of flesh that growls in front of the entrance of the triclinium. Of his place of spectator, the emperor notices the discreet entry of a new slave, who compared to the abundance of inflated muscles which strewn the circumference of the basin seems insignificant. His wild face, his slanted eyes, his opulent red hair in disorder gives him the aspect of a young faun. But a detail of importance holds Verus: between the thighs of the faun hangs a gigantic sex, so that as wrote Petronius all his body seems to be only the handle of this fetish.

The agrarian divinity and his precious attribute did not escape either the eye always on the lookout of Loukianos. With a jump, he is near the newcomer and the magister details the dangling sex which lengthens and thickens between his fingers, while the palm of his hand contains hardly the two big odorous plums. The thyrsus grows and stiffens, but it is far from getting hard. The foreskin still hides the head and let's discover only a small pink end. Loukianos slides his fingers far under the balls, massaging gently the crack of the buttocks. He inhales the strong, acrid, spicy odor, which emerges from the branch blooming from moment to moment. Dark at rest, it becomes crimson, gorged with blood, the skin tense and shining. Completely straightened, the crimson head is drawn fleshy under the thin net of skin which still imprisons it. At this moment a translucent pearl drips from the meatus. The Greek picks it with the end of the tongue, the penis twitches. Of his lips, he pushes back the foreskin. The mouth wide open, he cannot even swallow the quarter of the cock, already quite stiff but still soft under the tooth. The two hands on the shaft, one above the other, without succeeding in joining the fingers around, the head still sticks out. But the sex is in no way disfigured by this imposing size: the skin is smooth, the veins hardly visible, the shaft is as wide at the head as at the base, and the long foreskin shifts into a thick, pleasant roll under the tongue. The throat entirely fulled of this fleshy food, the Roman plays of his palms on the cute small flexible ass. A hand slides between the thighs to seize the balls. They are much too big tightened one against the other and the fist cannot close. The faun twists between fingers and mouth, roaring loudly. The giant stick now has the hardness of bronze, a trickle of secretions oozes from the head.

The magister gets up and whispers: "Satyr, to you! "The slave throws himself on the writer, his mouth nibbles the pectorals, while his hands knead the thighs, the biceps. He goes to stick his nose under the armpits and his fingers encircle the bourses by stretching them. His body of young faun slides on that more imposing of his partner. He twirls from one muscle to the other then he sucks the head like a treat and lets his little mouth slide on the shaft until the lips come to kiss the belly. Then he restarts in the disorder. Loukianos rolls on the belly, the ass in the air. The satyr kisses it greedily, his tongue drills with ardor. Over his shoulder, the Greek looks at the red hair undulating on his buttocks, the muzzle copiously inserted in the crack of the ass. The tight buttocks close on the small mouth of goat, until choked, the faun asks for mercy.

The two cocks are inflated to burst, that of the slave reached a thickness out of the common run, as if a lecherous Dionysos had amused to exchange the small penis of the boy against the strong cock of a bull. Loukianos puts himself on his knees, the drawn-up buttocks, more than ever decided to welcome this prodigy of nature. The slave seizes a cup containing perfumed grease, as there are some everywhere in the big room. The preparation begins, one, two then three fingers, the hand plunges back into the cup, a fourth. And suddenly an intense pain goes up the spine to the skull, Loukianos cannot hold back a cry. Replacing the fingers, the head twists in the ass. Degree by degree, the satyr sinks, regularly withdrawing to grease his cock and the hole spread by the service. Fucked slowly, methodically, the Greek feels the pain dissipates, but it is now the enjoyment that submerges him, unbearable. Of course, the magister is not in his first fucking, but this is different, this long and thick thyrsus of flesh diffuses through his kidneys a heat of brazier. Short-winded, what remains to him of sense concentrates in this burning zone between the waist and the top of the thighs, while his forehead is covered with a sweat that blurs his sight. The faun lies down on the Greek, sunk to the guard. Loukianos was never put so deeply.

The slave rolls on the body, wide twice as his. He besoms it brutally. Clinging to the four spread-out members, he agitates in all directions, like a maenad taken by the bacchic storm. Loukianos has no more spirit, no more conscience, no more body, nothing but a gigantic ass crossed by the disheveled procession of Dionysus. A sun explodes in his head, the jars and wineskins carried by the procession burst. A thick, hot wine spouts out, floods his belly. The magister, now that the way has been opened, will not be satisfied with a single visit. He lifts the young faun and sits him on his mouth. With his buttocks spread, he licks the tender pink of the rosette, slides over the pulpy flesh to the birth of the balls. In little time of this treatment, the tail finds all the extent of its erection. With the hand, it flatters the enormous balls in their leather bag. Change of position, the Greek bends his high waist in two and the satyr pounds him vertically. Loukianos sees his round head, his short but muscular arms, his arched thighs, and especially the intense smile which devours his hybrid face. The faun fucks him again systematically, slowly, leaving only the glans submerged before sinking to the balls in the abyss. Loukianos enjoys a second time, without any more pain, filled by this prodigious filling. With a cry of goat, the slave takes off abruptly and sits down on the thighs of the Greek. From its tail, hard as a vine stock but right like a mast of a ship, the cum spurts with force and falls on the chest and the face of Loukianos. It is Priape who blesses him.

Leaving these orgiastic frolics, the eyes of Verus wander from a group to the other. Calvisius, after the collective preliminaries, is passed to the individual and one by one the young Romans submit themselves to his Caudine Fork. The first one lies already on the ground, exhausted of passive enjoyment. The second one, leaning forward, is very busy around the heavy cock still hard and the beautiful pair of matching nuts. The young man shakes, licks and sucks this superb baggage, while preparing with a finger his hole for the next blow. Unable to stay away, the third slave of an evening joined the duo. Spreading of his hands the fleshy buttocks, he eats the ass of his friend. His tongue slides along the crack and comes to tickle the odorous washer, which spreads under the combined pressure of the finger and the tongue. The place is ready, Gaius invests it of a stroke.

A little further, the glare of a torch makes shine the dark body of Talos, oiled with sweat. Squatting on the prodigious musculature of the negro, the fleshy curves of Drussus seem almost frail. Most of the customers of the baths know the rather particular status of the tribune, at the same time under the protection of Caesar Verus and Euphorion, also in spite of the strap of his ankle he can satisfy his desires more easily and here he impales himself without sparing on the stake of ebony, but in the same time honors with all the talents of his mouth the two beautiful cocks which presented themselves to him.

The orgy has even spread to the pool. Clinging to the edge of the pool, King Elgabal is serviced over and over again by his monoboles, who take turns at the job, unleashing stormy waves on the surface of the water. Diving under the body of Elgabal, his last acquisition even manages to double the dose by adding his spear to the one which already pistons the ass. The king howls of pleasure, covered by the moan of the other monoboles which could not support this overcrowding of enjoyment. A flood of cum pours in the entrails of the Syrian, mixed with water so much the hole widened. The failing monoboles is immediately replaced between the shaved buttocks and the double penetration continues for the biggest pleasure of the king, until Hierokles resurfaces at the limit of the asphyxia. The monoboles leaves water and comes to kneel in front of Elgabal. His tail is immediately swallowed by the Syrian. This mass of muscles still all streaming did not escape the attention of one of the other participants in the evening. The monoboles soon feels two fingers sliding between his buttocks. Already accustomed to the customs of the baths, without even turning over to see the intruder and especially without disturbing the fellation of his king, he arches his back and spreads his thighs. The fingers unearth the ring behind the curtain of wet black hairs. The hole opens, welcoming. The Roman points his dart towards the palpitating abyss, the slave punctuates the entry of the head with a brief moan. A short pause and the man skewers it in one stroke, immediately starting to file it. The king is by no means selfish as long as his monoboles provide their service, especially as the deep stuffing pushes the swollen spear even further into his mouth.

A little further along the pool, a clearer spot attracts Verus' gaze. It is Leukotos, one of the "beautiful monsters" of Euphorion, a collection that this Satyros has just added to. His alabaster-white skin is naturally hairless, without even eyebrows or hair. A guest has come to his cock and, lying on his back, engages the slave to return the favor. The albino feels other fingers sliding over his smooth thighs. The call is heard. The mouth full, he answers it by spreading the buttocks. The hole is already wide open, and sticky with the cum of many of the visitors of the night well begun. The man piles on the duo and his dart effortlessly finds its sheath.

Lucius' eyes return to the group of Drussus and Talos. Under the admiring eyes of the two patrons who have been fully satisfied, Paulus' cum dripping face is witness to this, the black colossus has rolled himself into a ball, knees against his shoulders. With his head bent over, he manages to suck his cock, aided by the size of the device and the fuck Drussus is giving him, sitting on top of him with his cock stretched down. In all the room it is not anymore but whimperings, eructations and raucous breaths, mixed bodies undertaking all that they find within reach of mouth, cock or ass.

Verus, exhilarated, closed his eyes. Plunged in an enjoyable torpor, he reacts to a presence behind him, only when he finds himself embraced in powerful arms. The emperor recognizes the warm breath of Paulus. Rubbing his shoulders against the chest with the protruding pectorals, he turns his head. Their lips stick for a long kiss. The tail of Drussus, thanks to the care of Talos, rises up straight, gorged with excitation. It is lodged in the hollow of the crack of the imperial bottom, then bending the legs Paulus makes it slide between the thighs, coming to caress of the head the nuts, that Procullus always licks. Verus contracts his muscles, tightening the sting. Of a hand Paulus caresses the muscular chest of the emperor, pinching the drawn-up nipples, he goes down the other on the belly. Pushing back the face of the legionary, who disturbed by the newcomer had stopped the full mouth, he seizes with full hand the tail covered with saliva and rubs down it with energy. On the same rhythm as his wrist, vigorous movements of his basin make slide his cock in the vice of thighs. The head of the emperor, under the firm hand of the tribun, is covered with abundant white foam, while under the contracted balls that of Paulus appears turgid between the muscular thighs, then disappears covering itself with the envelope of the foreskin. The body of the tribune tightens, his cock releases its flood of cum, which splashes the chest of Procullus, always with knees in front of the emperor. One blows to him in the ear: "Open the mouth! ", by pushing him the head towards the imperial tail, just in time to receive the powerful jets. Sextus may well swallow greedily, the generous cum overflows from his lips and trickles on his face.