The Spear-Bearer

The facade of the Euphorion thermal baths burst of whiteness in the sun of this early spring afternoon. An imposing litter had stopped in front of the gate and the man who got out of it blinked under the bright light. His arms encumbered with a bulky package, he dismissed his bearers, before knocking on the heavy door. A one-eyed colossus came to open the door and, without a word, let in this regular of the establishment. After daylight, the darkness of the entrance slowly lightened. The former gladiator had returned to his guard's lodge, in his place a young man stood out against the whitewashed walls, naked except for a leather strap on his ankle.

The scowling face of the visitor lights up with a smile. He hands the boy the package. " Carry that to Euphorion, I would undress alone. " The ephebe turns over but, before passing the curtain which closes the bottom of the entry, leaves the time to the still tended hand to slide on its fleshy buttocks. Of a more alert step, the visitor crosses in his turn the curtain. The sober mosaic of black and white interlacing of the entry continues on the ground of the vaulted vestibule, whose frescoed walls are decorated with a procession of Bacchus to the bright colors. In the absence of maenads, the virile bodies of satyrs and fauns mingle closely around a mounted triumphantly Dionysus on a donkey and triumphantly mounted. Ready to gain the cloakroom which follows on the right, a burst of voice coming from the big room of the swimming pool stops the visitor. He hesitates, passes a hand over his clothes, finally with a shrug enters the vast atrium on the left.

The deep open-air pool is surrounded by a colonnade on which the roofs of the peristyle are supported. Marble columns, paved floor, and plastered walls are harmonized with sobriety from grey to light blue. Thick carpets are placed here and there, as well as large bronze braziers. Only the narrower gallery on the right has a painted decoration: in trompe l'oeil niches the most beautiful ephebes of Greek art present their heroic nudity. The visitor goes up this colonnade. At the entrance of a large triclinium, on resting beds, two men enjoy, naked, the warm rays of the sun.

- Caesar, here, at this hour. News travels fast for making you renounce the races!

As if disappointed, the emperor's face closed.

- I don't know what news you've had, but affairs of state have been spoiling my afternoon, Statianus.

- Affairs of state! Your brother would have lectured you in advance! However, the day had started well, with the review of the new recruits of the praetorian guard...

- The gleaming uniforms lined up at attention, the trumpets sounding your arrival, the respectful obedience of the praetorians, we know how to play on your vanity!

- The best auspices you say, hardly the time to inquire about a pretty face in the first row that Marcus asks for my presence at the imperial council, to examine the last news coming from the Alps. But the presentation hardly begun, one brings him a message and he adjourns the council, "a private matter" excuses himself, as if my brother had private matters!

- Is this the only way that our wise Imperator has found to convert his august colleague to more moderation, Caesar?

- Magister Loukianos, Marcus has too much to do with the state of the Empire to play the spiritual adviser with me. And it is certainly not my assiduity with young soldiers that preoccupies him at the moment!

- Oh, come on! Everybody knows that Marcus Antoninus worries easily.

- Our historians trumpet it in all their writings. The Empire is at the top of its glory. The divine Trajanus and his twenty years of military campaigns have pushed back the limits of the civilized world to the farthest.

- The no less divine and very civilized Hadrianus then surveyed this vast domain, bringing the spirit of Rome to its confines, marking it with new cities, distant reflections of the City.

- What better example than the pious and divine Titus Antoninus to prove the durability of the Pax Romana.

- And it is now a true philosopher who holds the reins of the state.

- Save these patters for the imperial correspondence, Calvisius, they are only good to put gullible senators to sleep.

- Yes, but where Marcus did better, it is that so that prosperity does not degenerate into boredom, he chose to unite wisdom with pleasure and to share with you, Lucius Verus, the imperial dignity.

- You scoff. Marcus is a much too frail Atlas to carry on his shoulders all the weight of the Empire. But I would not have the stupidity of a Hercules to relieve him of this burden. The Pax Romana: plaster to hide the cracks of a too big building built on too fresh foundations. After the painful victories of Trajanus, it took only fifty years of submission to the Parthians to renew their force.

- And to you that six years of war to bring back peace!

Without reacting to the ironic tone, Verus continues:

- Yes, and hardly returned, it is the border with Germania which cracks. The skirmishes multiply along the Danube and the Palace fears that a coalition of barbarians risks crossing the Alps. Even our old province of Africa...

- Over there, everything is back in order! "concluded the warm timbre of a new voice.

A man with a powerful musculature comes out from behind a column.

- Titus Paulus Drussus, I had heard well earlier... But how are you there? I was still trying to make you recall from Africa. "And Lucius Verus threw himself on the newcomer.

- The legate of the Augusta legion appointed me to bring the message of our victory over the rebels. I docked late in the morning at Ostia. I quickly deposited the mail at the Palatine, without even being received, and I rushed here. I expected to find you there. A sign of Euphorion preceded you by a little, which allowed me to give you this surprise.

- So that was Marcus' mystery and those two fools who were driving me into gloom!

- Caesar, unpacking the worries of the Empire, you didn't seem to care about your valiant soldier anymore.

The mood changed, the emperor moves away from his friend and examines the beautiful body. The man is rather of small size. Short chestnut hair overcomes a square face. Under a vast smooth forehead sparkle two small gray eyes highlighted by fine eyebrows as if drawn with a ruler. A straight and short nose goes down to a mouth with fine lips of a very pale pink, which contrasts with the tanned complexion of the whole body. A stocky neck attaches this beautiful head to broad shoulders. Framed by powerful arms, her torso is inflated by very developed pectorals, all in roundness. On the other hand between broad hips, the abdominal muscles are only slightly drawn on the flat belly. Strongly muscled thighs are attached to fleshy buttocks, which further accentuate the arch of the loins. The nervous calves give an almost frail aspect to the thin ankles, one of which is encircled with a leather strap. While her whole body is almost hairless, a dense bush abounds at the bottom of her belly, whose curls hide small nuts. From this luxuriant fleece comes out a magnificent phallus, finished with a glans completely covered with a fine foreskin.

- You are even more beautiful than at your departure, the warlike exercise embellishes! And you didn't have to refuse you to the sun of Africa to copper your skin of baby thus. " Grasping with full hands the bouncing buttocks, " How I missed you, Titus ! "

- And you! "answers Drussus by flattering the imperial sex through the tunic. The two men clutch each other again. "Are you coming to bathe? "

- I put on a less decent outfit and join you. " answers the emperor by showing his clothes.

Without waiting, Drussus dives into the basin and, folded in two, let's go out of the water only the perfect curve of his buttocks, gilded by the flashes of the sun which cling to the mirrored surface. An irresistible invitation.

- Euphorion will think of it what he will want! "

Quickly Verus undoes coat, tunic, sandals and dives in his turn. The bodies embrace and, united by a fiery kiss, let themselves sink to the bottom of the basin.

When Verus and Drussus leave the water, they are alone in the big room. The emperor lies down on one of the beds abandoned by Statianus and Loukianos, still bathed by the spring sun.

- The profession of soldier did not make you forget your talents of masseur ?

Paulus approaches and starts by wiping with a towel the back and the legs of Verus. The emperor is taller than Drussus, but his vigorous body is more heavily drawn, fat competing with muscle. His face also lacks finesse, thick lips, a busted nose, a low forehead, covered by the curls of abundant blond hair, while the lower part of the face is adorned with a long beard in the oriental manner. Dummy blondness, arms and legs are covered with fine black hair. A powerful sex clings between the hairy thighs. The black down also covers the fleshy ass, forming a thick fleece in the hollow of the buttocks.

- So, how was the campaign?

- I could say like Julius: "Veni, vidi, vici". At the beginning of the year, we received an eager message from one of those little kings that Rome kept on the bangs of the province. His kingdom was ravaged by hordes of Garamantes' horsemen. The legate sent me there at the head of a contingent. We were received with splendor at the king's house. This Hiempsal is a huge fat man, he welcomed us wallowing in what looked more like a bed than a throne. The troubles which agitated his kingdom seemed to have calmed down by the simple fact of our arrival because he did not allude to them during a long trimalcian feast which he had prepared in the honor of Rome. The banquet finally finished, I intended to finish the night with a few hours of sleep. There was a knock at the door of my room and without waiting for an answer two black-africans entered. Hiempsal wanted to see me without delay, I barely had time to put on a tunic. The king was waiting for me, lying on his throne, naked, swimming in his fat. Before leaving, the two slaves violently tore off my tunic.

"Hiempsal contemplated my naked anatomy with vulgar and obscene flattery and invited me to suck him. As I was slow to answer his advances, he clapped his hands. Four eunuchs entered, their atrophied sex in erection. Despite I was an envoy from Rome, it was obviously him or them. You know my aversion to these unfortunate amputees, I walked towards Hiempsal. He sat on his back, legs spread. Between the monstrous thighs and the adipose folds of the belly, a deformed penis stood above a dense tuft of reddish hair. On my knees I sucked it energetically, wanting to finish it as soon as possible. But the pig had some reserve and tasted with vulgarity his pleasure. Finally, with its grunts, I felt the end close, it was going to cum. But brutally he pushed me back of the foot. With a vigor, of which I would not have believed capable this heap of fat, he plastered me on the belly and all his heavy mass collapsed on me. I felt his erect cock digging between my buttocks. Hiempsal didn't fuck me for long, he climaxed and ejaculated. Reveling in the last few spasms, he let himself weigh down on me. I was beginning to choke when he stood up.

"I thought the ordeal was over and got up to leave. "Fucking Roman, not so fast, it's my turn to taste your juice." At the door, the threat of the eunuchs was still there. I returned to Hiempsal, who began to suck me. I had difficulty in getting hard, but when I managed to do it the obese man showed there also a great practice in knowing perfectly to control my enjoyment. Finally, I took him of speed and splashed his face with cum. Satisfied he let me leave. I joined at once my troops, I was not angry to put a certain distance between the eunuchs and me. "

Putting back the towel, Drussus smears his hands with oil and begins a vigorous massage by the shoulders.

" In fact of garamantes troops, I found only some nomadic tribes of the desert. I easily invested in their camp and took just the prisoners necessary to discourage them. I was satisfied with a message to announce my victory to Hiempsal and returned directly to Lambaesis. For a little, I was ready to believe that all this agitation had been orchestrated by this fat ball only to enjoy me. A few days later, a great black-african was brought to me with a message. The tablet told me that I had not given the king the opportunity to reward me for my victory and also for "our night of love". The black-african was his present. Considering the corpulence of the slave and the pronounced taste of the obese for the castrated, I asked him to undress.

"He was entire, and how entire. I'd seen muscular bodies before but forged like that, never. Perched on that mass of muscle, the head looked small. His hair was frizzy and very short, and he was otherwise entirely hairless. The eyes were not enough to detail him and I put my hand there. He was cast in bronze, as if the artist had modeled each muscle separately and then assembled them, adding only the slight patina of thin dark skin. During all this time he remained without moving, he seemed to be able to support the most intense excitations without even opening his lips. But I only had to touch his member to make him stand up straight away.

"I fell to my knees before the imposing splendor of his phallus. Like the rest of his body, the perfect bronze cylinder seemed to have been worked on separately, perfectly polished, attached to the bottom of his belly, and covered with the same black silk that was his skin. A long foreskin covered the glans and a beautiful drape wrapped two hard balls. All this without a hair. My lips touched it. The column swelled again, the veins bulging under the pressure of the blood. With my tongue, I followed the relief of these grooves. At the top, the foreskin was still overflowing and my tongue slipped into this sleeve. It found there a burning glans. Gently I pushed back the skin. The folds tightened behind the deep edge of the head. Glistening with saliva, it shone of a deep red. I raised my head, the mass of muscles dominated me and its virile smell enveloped me like a cloud of incense. Almost staggering, I stood up.

"In his hesitant Greek, he later told me that he was born on the other side of the desert, on the shore of a large lake. As a child, he had been kidnapped by raiders. Sold from one owner to another, he had done all the services. His last master owned one of the most renowned lupanars in Alexandria and by dint of training had turned an already extraordinary musculature into the masterpiece I had before my eyes. Six months ago, he had been discovered by a Hiempsal's rabatteur and bought back at a high price. He was promised to be castrated, but fearing the reprisals of Rome for the affront he had made me undergo, Hiempsal had preferred to make me a gift of it. "

Drussus went down slowly along the back and worked the buttocks. Getting more comfortable, Verus pushes his cock back between her thighs and Drussus can see it already fat with excitement.

"With my eyes closed, I beckoned him to come closer. I wanted to see right away what kind of art he was capable of. He began by caressing me the face, each hand taking back in mirror the gesture of the other, detailing the least relief of the end of the fingers, ruffling my hair, embracing my neck. His hands slipped on the shoulders and made fall my tunic. Of the palm it drew the projection of the clavicles, then coat my pectoral, to finish by not maintaining any more contact than with the point of the projecting nipples. The time that his hands went down along the hips, my member had risen. He went behind my back without even getting close. His right hand plunged to the bend of my knees, the left one fitted on my neck, and one came slowly to meet the other. Upwards, the spread fingers brushed the skin, the middle finger alone following more strongly the line of the spine. Below, the back of my legs vibrated, because only the hairs were curved by the caress. I could only anticipate the place of the junction. Puffs of heat made my erection palpitate.

"Both hands stopped before this hoped-for conclusion, one at the top of my thighs, the other at the small of my back. A transparent pearl blossom at the top of my glans, my buttocks contracted by reflex and opened. Each major resumed its displacement at the bottom of the parting. They joined and pointed to the still closed hole. I could not resist, I bent my knees, but he abandoned at once this facility. Rolling up the flesh of my buttocks, he wrapped his arms around my waist and approached finally my sex tended like a bow by the unfulfilled pleasure. A hand had closed on my balls, the other flattered of only one caress the erect shaft. That is enough. I pushed a cry, feeling a first burst of sap spouting out of my nuts. My whole sex was immediately crushed in the black-african's fists, and only a thin viscous stream managed to flow between his fingers. My legs could no longer carry me, I collapsed to the floor. He followed me there.

"The storm broke. I let myself be carried by the flow of his furious body. His muscles swelled under my lips, under my fingers, flowed back to the rhythm of his movements. His hands, his language broke like the swell on my flesh. We were soon both foaming with saliva and sweat. Little by little the waves calmed down. I found myself lying on the thick mattress of his body. His hands had rested on my thighs, the thumbs massaging the base of my still stiff sex. His mouth closed on my swollen nuts like a ripe fruit under its branch. He knew how to arrange the dams. A pressure of his thumbs and the new wave of enjoyment which broke did not submerge me. Slowly his lips went up the shaft and came to suck the bulging head. His tongue slid between the two nipples to the sensitive area under the rim where the foreskin attaches.

"I opened my eyes. In front of me stood the flaming black cock, more masterful than ever. Much taller than me, my head rested on his belly and the ebony column was out of reach of my mouth. Broken by the enjoyment, I was besides not capable of initiative anymore. And it is by making play his formidable chest that he gave movement to my basin. In his mouth, my head and his tongue took again unceasingly their fight. He did not even spare any more moments of rest. His thick lips went up and down along my cock in a frantic rhythm. The ascent towards the orgasm did not seem to stop, the top was pushed back always higher. My flesh under his hands was clay, so much he had kneaded it. My ass, with the delicious sensation of heat which cooked it, was to be scarlet. I did not make any more movement, however I was dripping with sweat.

"Suddenly the black-african, his lips tightly closed on my shaft, sucked violently. His cheeks deepened, he sucked harder and harder. A tidal wave ran through my whole body. The colossus swallowed the flood of cum. I lay broken on the warm body. All I could feel was his hot breath getting lost between my thighs and intense pain at the base of my completely emptied balls. Slowly he resumed his caresses. Soaked with sweat, we slid effortlessly against each other. All his muscles started to play again, I let myself be done like a puppet. I felt his hard sting plowing my back, sliding on my belly, stopping on my chest. As soon as it came within reach, I would swallow the head from its envelope, a huge purple bud. More and more often the tongue of the black-african slipped between my still cooking buttocks. The feast was not finished. "

Having massaged the legs until the ankles, Drussus goes up one last time towards the buttocks. His fingers graze the emperor's cock. Verus turns around, the freed cock slams against the belly, the heavy balls slide between the thighs. Paulus's member rises in one stroke. The emperor smiles, but closing his eyes, "Continue. "Drussus resumes the massage at the feet, rolling his fists on the soles, then moving up the hairy legs. With each pressure Verus's cock stretches over the belly.

"With my slit dripping and the hole relaxed, my Talos was always just rubbing and stroking. That's how I call him because he was really like the bronze colossus of the Argonauts. It was only after a while that I understood why my pleasure had increased again. The dagger of the colossus perforated my ass. Nothing in his attitude had changed, his moving flesh still enveloped me completely. I felt the balls stick against my buttocks, the sword was completely lodged in its case. The pleasure seemed however diluted, I awaited the fatal blow, the fury of the kidneys. Of a jerk of the basin, he withdrew his tail. He did not leave me time to be astonished, I was quickly carried away again by his embrace. He finally stopped, covering me with all his mass. Was he tired? Once again his weapon nestled between my buttocks. As no other excitement disturbed my senses this time, I followed its progress. It was so slow that I could hardly feel the thing moving. The muscular belly pressed against my ass. Talos didn't move, his sweaty skin pressed against mine. All my pleasure was radiating from that firebrand burning my insides. The hips began to move, the tail shook. I felt the projecting edge of the head moving. The amplitude of the strokes of kidneys increased. The drumstick went in and out regularly. With the flexibility of a feline, Talos changed position. Turning me on my side, he lifted one of my legs and blocked it on his shoulder. His slanted cock rubbed harder against my flesh, a new level of ecstasy. The assaults of his hips became briefer. Without ceasing to be pounded, I found myself on the back, the ankles around his neck, the basin taken off the ground.

"I could now see my torturer from the front. All his muscles were contracted, which reinforced the impression of a body made of balls of clay barely assembled to each other. His face was still impassive. Only the twinkle in his eyes and his tight lips betrayed his intense excitement. I closed my eyes. He seized my hips and the rhythm of the smashes accelerated by double. Our two bodies swayed as if subjected to the roll of a stormy sea. At full speed, my buttocks and his belly collided, moved away by a rebound to join at once. I had ceased all material existence. The fury calmed down a little, but the assaults of the ram were still more violent. He could no longer hold back his growls. Suddenly everything stopped. The stake had sunk deeper than it had ever sunk before. I opened my eyes, he had closed his and was biting his lips. Then the thick stream of his cum shot into my insides. I let out a real roar. And as if it was filled with the sap of Talos my member found all its stiffness. "

Drussus reached the top of my thighs. He almost brushes against Verus' swollen sex. From the turgid head, a transparent net stretches in a glittering trail on the belly of the emperor.

"Our bodies relaxed. Embraced closely we rolled on the ground. I sought his mouth, he refused and bit my nipples. I slide on his back, the two enormous masses of his buttocks open. My tail penetrates it of a line and, having lost all control, I shoot in the instant. "

Abruptly Verus grabs Drussus by the waist and overturns him, the face against his tail. Paulus swallows the stiff flesh. The grunts of the emperor and the slaps that he applies on his buttocks increase tenfold his ardor. At the risk of choking him, the pole sinks in the deepest part of his throat. Impatient of excitation, Verus kneeling on the bed installs his partner on the back in front of him, raised thighs. His sword points to the palpitating corolla. The hole, a little narrow at the beginning, yields as soon as the edge of the head disappeared in the flesh. The weapon sinks until the guard, without meeting any more resistance.

Verus crosses Drussus' ankles behind his neck and his hands take support on the voluminous pectoral muscles. The strokes of the piston accelerate. The fingers play with the nipples, and when they are hard, pinch them between the nails. Paulus me can retain a cry, he straightens the chest and with full teeth bites in his turn the breasts of Lucius. The emperor gives up the game and grabs the balls which beat above the stoned hole. Verus pulls on the balls as on the bite of a galloping horse. Drussus rears up and with a leap frees himself from the embrace of his rider. Unbalanced the emperor rocks forward and sprawls on the bed. To the surprise of Paulus, instead of turning over, he spreads with his hands his buttocks and growls: "To you! " The young military executes, he lies down on the body of Verus, his sting slides in the crack. Hands clenched on the edge of the bed, Lucius arches his back to swallow the thick cock deep in his ass. Drussus stuffs the emperor slowly, his teeth nibble the fat of the nape of the neck, go up to the lobe of the ear. Verus doesn't care about these details. Drussus resists the first startle, but gives in to the second and gets up. Verus leaps after him and his tense cock finds without effort the heat of Drussus' ass. He begins at once a furious ride, Paulus is obliged to take support on one of the columns of the peristyle to resist the push. Lucius accompanies his powerful stuffings of big slaps. The thighs, the buttocks, the back of Drussus are covered with big red marks. And when Verus leans forward, he leaves the trace of his teeth in the flesh of the shoulders.

The fury slows down suddenly. Verus spots someone between the columns. "Come closer! " The juvenile figure of one of the slaves of the baths comes out of the shadows. "My little delivery boy. " In the subdued light of the declining sun, the boy shows a very thin torso, put on strong thighs. Long blond hair pulling on the chestnut floats on his shoulders. A sex of beautiful importance hangs at the bottom of the belly, firmed up by the spectacle which he had surprised. Verus gives up at once the ass of Drussus. The slave is about to speak, Verus cuts it: " Later! Turn yourself! "In front of the two fleshy hemispheres, the emperor kneels and all to his admiration launches to his first partner: " And your return, Drussus! "Lucius tastes of the fingers then of the mouth the velvety skin, flooding of saliva the buttocks crack shaded with chestnut hairs. Holding tightly one against the other the two buttocks, he bites with full teeth the unctuous flesh.

Leaning against a column, Titus observes the greedy ritual of the emperor while rubbing down his tail: "We were, Talos and I, almost asleep on top of each other, when a knock came at my door. The legate was asking to see me. I could not bring myself to get up. Talos arched his hips, my member escaped from the case of his ass, the charm was broken. I received the order to benefit from the next boat to carry myself to Rome the mail of my victory. The legate, knowing your maneuvers to bring me back to Rome, knew thus to put himself well in court. I didn't lose time, my only luggage was my colossus. And never has the rolling of a galley seemed so pleasant to me as lying on the body of Talos. "

Verus is now searching the bottom of the crack. The white foam of the saliva runs down to the powerful thighs. The emperor rises with a jump and pushes his cock in the prepared ass. The slave, however accustomed to the roughness of its service, cannot retain a cry of surprise. In answer, Verus pushes still further his sword, compressing his hips the flesh rebounded of the ass. Then he pulls out slowly his cock, the buttocks take again their natural curve, for better being crushed again. Gradually, the flesh hardens and contracts, tightening its embrace around the cock. "This ass is decidedly sumptuous. " send out Lucius. Drussus cannot stand any longer apart and joins the couple. He places himself in front of the boy, who planted on his robust legs supports henceforth without bronzing the smashes of Verus. The congested member of Paulus crosses the iron with that of the slave, shorter but much more voluminous, strikes the contracted package of the balls and slips between the thighs, of which the boy closes the vice. The tail rubs between the tight muscles against the softer flesh that leads from the base of the sex to the entrance of the ass. Verus and Drussus embrace, the slave's face crashes against Paulus' powerful pecs. The burning daggers enter and leave in unison. Of a fast movement, Drussus withdraws and lowers the torso of the slave, covering its face of spurts of cum, while Verus floods in the same time its buttocks of long whitish salvos. To finish his job the young slave puts himself in knees and wipes in big blows of the tongue the two still rigid cocks, so much they had gorged themselves of blood.

Supporting each other, the two men kiss one last time, while the boy gets up, stoic on his flailing legs. Leaning against Drussus' body and catching his breath, Lucius turns to the slave: "You had something to tell me? - Yes, Caesar," the slave replies in a strong foreign accent, "a messenger from the Palace has come by. Marcus Antoninus Augustus wants to see you first thing tomorrow. - As long as he gives me the night off, I'll give my brother whatever he wants. Let's get ready. "

Standing, Verus puts an arm around the waist of the young slave who has picked up the emperor's scattered clothes and they both make their way back to the entrance, Lucius' hand spreading the trails of cum on the gorgeous ass. Drussus stands up in his turn and follows them.