The Spear-Bearer

Forsaking the young soldier, the two lovers dive into the swimming pool to try to calm their fury. Two wet lips on his nape of the neck take Procullus out of the ecstasy, he turns his head and finds himself in front of the broad smile of Hierokles. The lips rest this time on his. " Our service is finished for this night. ", whispers to him the Greek while showing him Elgabal asleep on a pile of cushions. "The other customers have either withdrawn or no longer seem to want to call upon our art." In the fading glow of the torches, one sees only a few isolated groups at the edge of the pool, paired in pleasure. But one last group seems to be unleashed at the entrance of the triclinium. "The hour of Saturn. When the masters are full, the slaves find their appetite. "Indeed of the heap of naked bodies stand out the hair of fire of the satyr, the bronze of Talos, the ivory of Leukotos or the powerful hairy forms of the monoboles. The young Romans who came with Statianus slipped into the group and found the reward of their temporary slavery. Exhausted, Sextus lets himself be led by the caresses of the monoboles. Lying on his stomach, the tip of the Greek's tongue slowly descends into the small of his back, when a hand grabs him by the shoulder, Gordius. "I think it would hardly be diplomatic to undertake Caesar's new protégé right in front of his eyes. "Across the pool indeed, Verus continues his reunion with Drussus by unceremoniously plowing his ass." Abandon your young novice to sleep and so get to know your fellow workers. " Gordius whistles on three notes the rallying. Immediately the monoboles leave the melee and join the two men. Hierokles discovers finally standing on their feet his stablemates. "You will recognize that, despite sharp criteria, Elgabal has nevertheless good taste. Certainly, none of us can claim the title of Apollo, but as an agrarian Hercules the choice is difficult. All the provinces of the Empire are represented, except for Africa, which is too rarely hairy. For the newcomers, we have instituted a kind of initiation ceremony. Each of us, in turn, will tell you about his career, while you suck him without hands. If you manage to make his milk flow before the end of the story, you can fuck him until he finishes. If not, he will take you until someone else takes his place or you find a more active position. To honor our monoboles's quality, each one of us will show up already sporting a superb boner. "In any case, all are stiff.

The protocol is set up. The first to come forward is the oldest of the slaves of Elgabal, Midias, a Lydian. The man is not very tall, and his small size is reinforced by thighs and arms over-muscled, the red hair curled from head to foot and of course a phallus more than imposing. Hierocles kneels, the game is in his ropes. He must even sit on his heels to be at the level of the enormous branch. He swallows it without trying to make a fuss. With his tongue, he presses the cock against his palate, tightens his lips and sucks with quick movements of the neck. Midias' story is soon interspersed with gasps. Like most slaves, he was separated from his parents at an early age. Having shown a disposition for hard work, he was bought by a quarry operator, where he developed that powerful musculature. One day, while delivering marble blocks for the palace of Daphne, he was noticed by Elgabal. Within the hour he changed owners. The king could not do without the formidable embrace of his thighs, when he sucked him. A defect however he had the easy ejaculation, as Hierokles had been able to note it in the basin. In the same way, the Lydian is not yet with the half of this account, that the forcible activity of Hierokles bears its fruits. In his throat, the Greek feels the acrid taste that precedes the ejaculation. Accompanied by a hoarse cry, a thick sperm spurts out. Very quickly the member is at half-mast. Hierokles wipes his lips of the back of the hand and gets up. Midias presents him his spread buttocks. The cock sinks without effort, another in the evening had taken care to open the passage. The deeply filed ass, the Lydian continues more and more difficult. "Delighted to have made your knowledge! " concludes Hiéroklès while withdrawing, the story finally finished.

Other monoboles steps forward, David, a Jew. Not much taller than Midias, he is however better proportioned, with a musculature built as much by sports exercises as by strength work. His body is covered with short black hairs, giving a velvet aspect to his dark skin. His sex only would have been worth to him the good graces of Elgabal. Hiéroklès must open all wide the mouth to seize this splendid instrument. The circumcised head has perfect lines, well detached from the strong shaft by the absence of the foreskin. As soon as the Greek is attached by the mouth to the cock, David presents himself. He descends from the tribe of the Levites. His family, which had had high responsibilities in the temple of Jerusalem, had been reduced to slavery during the conquest of Titus. After three generations of vicissitudes, his parents had been bought by Romans settled in Syria. These masters were perfectly tolerant of the religion of their servants, and David received a completely orthodox Hebrew education. But his ebullient vitality suffered greatly from the many constraints of a too rigorous Judaism. He found a diversion in the assiduous practice of numerous sports with the sons of the house. One day he was caught swimming by two old men who were still green, but he was not frightened as Susanna, on the contrary, he willingly submitted to their wishes. The two men, as duplicitous as the ones in the fable, were considered to be wise men of integrity in the Jewish community, and David's parents were pleased that they had taken an interest in their somewhat dissipated son. But the education he received was far from what they had imagined. It happened that the two so-called wise men were chosen for an embassy to King Elgabal, and they got David's masters to let him accompany them. Obviously the young Hebrew was quickly noticed and did not resist the advances of the king. On their return, the two wise hypocrites revealed the shameless behavior of the teenager who had stayed with Elgabal. David, disowned by his parents, had no difficulty in changing owners. During all this long story, Hierocles tried hard to make the Jew cum, who remained stiff and impassive. Also whereas the following slave advances, ready to enter in the game, the Greek raises the basin and feels the thick cock to split his ring. David, so calm during the fellatio, unleashes then. With a stupefying vigor, he starts to pound the ass of Hierokles. This one, the body shaken in all directions, seizes the imposing pole which rises in front of his face and devours it with the same frenzy. Intoxicated by the pleasure, the Greek does not pay much more attention to what the monoboles tell. Besides the following slaves followed the banal course of the hard workers. It is first Erginus, a Thracian, of surprising agility, able to suck his own cock, balls included, that the king had spotted on a building site: Hastening the end of his history, he ejaculates at the same time as his last word. The mouth still full of cum, Hierocles throws himself on the new spear that presents itself, while David, not tired, continues his wild ride. This Sisapo, a Spaniard whose thick fleece covers his torso with curls from his lower abdomen to his pectoral muscles, possesses under a phallus quite worthy of a monoboles the most voluminous nuts that Hierocles has ever seen, if he was still in a position to notice these details. Having become spectators, the already "presented" monoboles cannot remain for long on the sidelines. Midias finds the way of the crotch of Erginus. Kneeling between the thighs, he gives tongue strokes on the big hairy balls and goes up by licking the shaft very slowly. It does not need more so that the spear of the Thracian wakes up.

An abundant cum has again spread in the mouth of Hiéroklès and he does not suck the same cock anymore. It's now a Gallic, simply bought on the market of Antioch and renamed by his companions Felatrix for his admirable skill to use his lips, talent very little used by Elgabal. The tail in half-mast and dripping of saliva, at the exit of the mouth of Hierokles, Sisapo the Spanish threw himself on the raised croup of Midias. The head inserted between the two spread buttocks, he laps the trickles of cum that the Greek left there. David finally began to growl noisily, the Gallic does not even try to speak. Grasped to the hips of Hierokles, the Jew agitates convulsively the basin. The duet has difficulty in keeping its balance and the Greek clings to the thighs of Felatrix, without ceasing to suck him with the same wild ardor. A last time David pushes his dagger in the deepest of the guts, the ring tightens in a spasm and with bubbling streams the cum spurts out. In a cry Hierokles gives up the Celtic sex. Felatrix ejaculates in his turn and covers the face of the Greek with long whitish squirts.

Dazed, David and Hierokles remain tight the one against the other, suspended in the pleasure. On the other hand, this fast enjoyment hardly began the excitement of Felatrix who joins the trio of the monoboles. The tail of the Thracian who found all volume makes him envy. He breaks the group and, having lengthened Erginus, leans to lick his balls. In one blow he swallows the whole lance. Another assembly is formed. Midias sits down on the mouth of Erginus so that he eats his ass and Sisapo, straddling the Iberian, heads the cock of the Lydian who works his breasts. The mouth hung on the belly of the Thracian slave, Felatrix has a superb sight on the arched buttocks of Sisapo. The hands of the Gallic open like a ripe fruit the hairy and fleshy bottom. A little saliva and two thumbs sink in the wetness of the hole. The full mouth, Sisapo moans deafly, pumping still stronger Midias, who answers him by big slaps on thighs.

The last spasms of the enjoyment passed, Hierokles becomes conscious again. Already David has moved away, his circumcised sex hanging, exhausted, between his hairy thighs. But other pleasures approach, and which pleasures, because that it is double. Two germanic colossus advance, perfect twins. If it was necessary to award the qualifier of Herculean to one of the monoboles, it will have been necessary to double it for them. Of all the slaves of Elgabal, they have the most magnificent musculature, but also this presence worthy of the son of Jupiter, because they alone of all the troop were born free, proud warriors until their capture during one of the skirmishes which agitated the north border of the Empire. Verus had taken them from a batch of slaves which was to be put on sale by the imperial administration and offered to Elgabal. As soon as they appeared at the baths, Loukianos had nicknamed them Otos and Ephialtes, from the name of the two Aloades, giants sons of Neptune, who had gone up to the assault of Olympus as the Germans sought to invade the Empire. The pleasures of the flesh had softened their virile pride, even if they still shivered before being fucked. Their light Nordic skin contrasts with the coppery complexion of the other monoboles and their fine light blond fleece gives a vaporous aspect to their massive silhouette. They also had a short beard, a simple fuzz that they did not have to shave, unlike the other monoboles. The chin was the only place where Elgabal could not stand the hairs that grated on his ass when the monoboles licked him before fucking him. Their sex comes out of a thick blond abundance, of size in agreement with their stature. Also one placing himself behind the other, he could make slip his lance between the thighs of his brother and offer to Hiéroklès a double armament. In front of the performance of David fucking as a madman the newcomer, the monoboles still in waiting had no difficulty in remaining stiff but jerking off the one the other in full hand it is the head decorated with the foam of pleasure already started that the colossi present themselves to the fellation of the Greek. Hierokles spreads the most that he can its jaws and manages to swallow the two bulky ends until half-hamp. His dilated lips tighten the embrace of the mouth, while the flexible tongue turns around the heap of firm flesh. The already aroused Germans do not resist for a long time to such treatment. The firm support of their legs begins to tremble, the two tight tails rub against each other. Their story has not yet arrived at their capture that a double-thick stream gushes in the throat of Hierokles. The mouth maintained wide open by the size of the clubs, the Greek cannot swallow and chokes. Bent in two against the ground, he tries to catch his breath.

When he raises the head, the Aloades turned over and present their asses to stuff. And what asses, no fleshy masses rebounded, but two muscular globes in the right prolongation of the thighs, Without even having to touch there, one feels with the eyes the hardness of marble, their bright pinkish whiteness softened by the blond down. Hierokles always with knees cannot decide to rise, to leave this splendid spectacle with the profit of the fucking. They can continue their tale, they will not taste his tail but it is his hands, his lips, his tongue which will honor these masterpieces. The Greek first tries out the velvety hardness of the flesh, massaging it with his fingers, covering it with saliva. His hands advance between the buttocks, two deep valleys open in front of them, planted with the same blond fleece. Through the fine wadding, the darker entrance of the hole is clearly visible. With a double stroke of the tongue, these transparent bushes are glued to the sides of the crack. The fingers go a little further into the groove, stopping on the edge of the button. Hierokles describes with his middle finger slow circular movements around the rings of pink flesh. The holes open.

The Greek attaches himself first to one and continues with the point of his tongue the work begun by his fingers. The lips posed around the entrance of the abyss, he searches the tender and hot inside. The germain does not punctuate anymore but of his gasps the narrative continued by his brother. After one moment Hierokles spreads his face and contemplates the transformation of the landscape. Between the muscular buttocks, the valley widened. From the gaping hole come out streams of saliva. Without any effort, two of his fingers occupy the place left vacant. In the crack of the other ass, the tongue makes in its turn its entry, drills itself a passage in its intimacy. When the entrails of the second overflow in their turn of saliva, two fingers of the other hand dive themselves with the same facility between the buttocks. The Aloades moan in concert, having abandoned any narration. " Tie game! " intervenes Gordius, " Otos and Ephialtes owe you a pledge, but let us finish the introductions first. "

The two giants, exhilarated with pleasure, move aside to leave the place to a new muscular and hairy body. Hierokles recognizes at once one of his compatriots, a face of an apollonian perfection framed of long blond hair dark, an imposing musculature but in the image of that of David of a more sporting smoothness, a phallus masterly drawn up, a little curved, ending by a head all in roundness. The eyes of the two Greeks sparkle, as if they recognized each other. Despite the temptation that the magnificent instrument offers, Hierocles allows himself this time some preliminaries, playing with the lips with the long foreskin, uncovering several times the head, renewing than the same game with the tongue. It is only when the member is dripping with saliva, that he swallows it whole and begins fellatio all in surprise, alternating fast suctions and slow caresses, small strokes of tooth and bathes of the cock in the basin of his mouth. While Hierokles takes his time, Protogene soon finished going through his life, simple besides. From her earliest childhood, he has been devoted to only one thing: pederastic pleasure. At the age of four, his first owner had made her his "good mouth". Of simple and tender toy, he had passed passive and consenting giton, then little by little, according to his owners and the development of his musculature, he had taken a more active part until this dominating role that Elgabal desired. While turning over, Hierokles smiled with satisfaction. Protogenes impales him of a single movement of the kidneys. A feline growl answers him. The ass has not been satiated by David, on the contrary, he asks for more. The before last monoboles put himself forward, Ctesiphon, a Parthe, another gift of Verus, coming from the eastern front this time. Hierokles leans and is active on the inflated dart with a vigor that shows well that the preceding slowness was deliberate. After all the cocks he has already sucked, the Greek hardly notices the length of this one, but all the monoboles have prodigious gears and it is not the first one that he can hardly swallow. His attention is rather concentrated on the cock which slides in his entrails, still filled with the Hebrew cum. Protogenes fucks him with the same refinement that he had been sucked. The hole brutalized by the Jew blossoms with the flexible comings and goings of the Greek. It is enough for Hierokles to tighten lips and buttocks, so that in the same cry, spurs of cum cover his face and his ass.

The Greek, who starts to feel cramps to be always bent in two, straightens up of all his size and stretches. He wipes with the back of his hand the mixture of semen and saliva which drips from his chin on his chest. "Tired! " exclaims Gordius with a laugh, "Yet the most beautiful play is yet to come. " And he slowly strokes his perfectly erect member. "I never leave the table before dessert! " replies Hierokles, kneeling again. The Thracian does not boast, his spear alone is like a condensation of all those that the Greek has just tasted, voluminous and well-rounded nuts, covered with a curly blond fleece, a thick and long shaft ending with a fleshy head already unhooded, and especially a stiffness of brass which is planted until the bottom of the throat of Hierocles. Brought up for hard work in the merchant navy, the young Gordius had at first known only manly contacts in his Mediterranean crossings, and later he had preferred them. Two years ago, Elgabal, roaming incognito in the warehouses of Antioch, had seen him unloading ships in the simplest of garb and immediately bought him out. He had just been freed following a bet between the king and the emperor. "Elgabal only praised my glorious erections and Caesar Verus maintained that I could not remain stiff, with my hands tied behind my back, during the journey from the baths where we were to the imperial palace where they were to go. I only had to remember this kind of spectacle. "Gordius points with his head to the crazy debauchery which continues almost at their feet. David having recovered his breath and his stiffness had found the ass of Sisapo all open. Joining the group of the Aloades, Protogene and Ctesiphon had widened the possibilities of assembly of it. "Elgabal won his bet, and I won my freedom. "Remaining in the king's troop, Gordius had become a sort of steward.

Hierokles, the mouth full, grabbed his own cock, which hardly served with Midias, and jerks off without restraint, the parade of the monoboles is finished. At the end of his account, Gordius grabs the Greek by the shoulder. "Get up! "and he seizes himself too his cock covered with saliva. In a turn of hand generous spurts spout out of the two spears and cover from the chest to the thighs the hairy anatomies, already glossed with sweat, of their thick cream. Irresistibly, the two monoboles fall in the arms of one of the other and exchange a deep kiss. Gordius finally steps aside. "Welcome among us. " then to the tightly intertwined group. "The training is over, to the shower! " The cluster of flesh individualizes, the slaves stand up, eyes glistening, most of them with their spears still proudly erect. Rejoicing in his new job, Hierokles brings to his lips the sperm which still beads of his hanging tail. The gesture of the Greek does not escape Gordius: "Still ready to pay? - To fill the barrel of Danaïdes, if it is necessary! "Hierokles answers by making play his balls between his fingers.

The first lights of the dawn dull the brightness of the torches. In the large room only remain the monoboles and Procullus asleep. Draped in his white toga, Euphorion approaches the group and pointing out Sextus: " The amount was a little strong for a first. Caesar went back to the Palace, he will surely not return before the end of the afternoon. I entrust the novice to you for the night. "Then the glance of Euphorion is fixed on Hierokles, that he details from the feet to the head. "Good recruit too, this one, and far from being a beginner! " With a smile, the master of the baths moves away to give his orders to the slaves who begin to clean the peristyle. " Well, earlier the compliments of Elgabal, now those of Euphorion, we have a champion in our ranks! " concludes Gordius.

Carrying in their arms Procullus asleep, the group of the monoboles crosses the triclinium to join the district of the slaves. Near the entrance, the furnace of the boiler room brings its bright glowing light. On the left opens the big room where the slaves of the customers find accommodation. Abandoning Procullus on the first free berth, the monoboles move towards a facility adjacent to the boiler room. The walls and the slightly vaulted ceiling are pierced with multiple holes. Gordius pulls a lever and from each copper hole springs a jet of hot water. At the right height, other jets of water come out of erect phallus for more intimate enemas. Under the water, the slaves with a big glove of horsehair wash themselves of the gangue of sweat and dried cum that covers them.

- And if our irresistible Greek would tell his story, proposes David, rubbing himself down.

- I was born in the countryside of Sparta, mother slave, father unknown. I spent all my youth in the fields, forging there this robust musculature which seems so much to please now. The master was not easy, I often replaced the ox to pull the plow. Pressed by debts, my first master had to sell me and, from market to market, I arrived two years ago in Rome. A rich merchant bought me for his own use, and I can guarantee you that he knew how to make all his purchases profitable. Several times a day I had to endure his assaults, and I was not left out at night. No day of truce. Three months ago his two sons arrived from Athens, having completed their studies. If the father was very ordinary, the offspring were magnificent ephebes. They were twenty years old and had just returned from Greece. I am Greek myself, we soon became friends... in the style of Greece. Nothing was sweeter, the freshly fucked ass of the father's cock and the sour taste of his cum in the mouth, than to join his sons in a better-shared pleasure. In the trio nobody dominated, each one according to the desire was the wax or the seal. Perfect complicity brought closer the brothers than the bonds of blood. Obviously, despite all our prudence, the father ended up surprising us. He did not seem to approve of the family sharing and I immediately took the road to the market. One of the king's beaters must have noticed me there.

- With such a training, you should easily get used to the rhythm of the baths. "concluded Gordius.

Carefully washed, the slaves returned to the room where they had left Procullus. Already moved by the tale of Hierokles, the sight of the sleeping body lit by the red reflections of the boiler room is not made to calm them. Agitated by a voluptuous sleep, the young soldier offers a superb spectacle, the open thighs, the sex half stiffened. The circle of the monoboles tightens around the bunk, the hand of the one grabs the spear of the other and they are soon all to masturbate. Procullus offers himself more to the dreamed embrace. He arches his back, the bandaged member. From his mouth escape short moans. The gasp of the monoboles puts itself in unison. Of the powerful sex of Midias spouts out the first spurt of jizz, crashing on the languid body. And soon the white skin is covered with pearly trickles. Calmed by this creamy shower, Sextus goes back to sleep more deeply. Dividing up the other bunks of the room, the monoboles settle down for a few hours of sleep.

END OF PART ONE