Cato’s head lulled back against the hard marble coping of the shallow pool. His arms spread out across the marble floor. His bare ass on the step below. His legs, half submerged in warm water, spread wide to allow the supple lips of a young, brown skin exoleti wrap around his erect cock. The exoleti couldn’t have been much younger or older than Cato at around twenty two, but he had the experience of a seasoned bathhouse attendant. His tongue expertly swirled around the tip of Cato’s head, his soft hand delicately stroked the shaft, each pass across it sending shivers through Cato’s lean, toned body.
This was just what Cato needed after a long day of being the secretariat to the Praetor, Dominick Trius, a fussy, neurotic man who forever dreamed of power, but hardly had the constitution for it.
Cato was always surprised by how exhausting attending assembly could be, especially as Trius’s glorified man servant. Cato was responsible for keeping record of Trius’s lectures and meetings with other important officials, and the man’s schedule as a whole among many other duties. He’d rather be in the thick of things; standing among the great minds, discussing and arguing law and philosophical ideas than overseeing the forgetful older man’s affairs.
Still, Cato could not deny one positive about his lower position.
While Trius still worked into the night, Cato always had time for pleasure.
He was a young man in the prime of his life. The son of a high nobleman with substantial inheritance. He was handsome, had a lean, strong physique, and a thick cock known around the city of Ostia. He wasn’t ashamed of that, nor was his father, Lusidious, who found as much pride in his son’s prowess as a lover as he did in his intelligence, even if it was exercised on men. As long as he found a wife to bear his grandchildren, Lusidous Quirinus had no qualms about his son's proclivities.
The exoleti’s mouth stretched wide as it slid deeper down Cato’s now leaking cock. Cato groaned with pleasure as he grabbed the back of his head, gripping the dark hair and pushing down so his head pressed against his throat. It squeezed past, clenching around the sensitive tip, pulling out another groan from Cato. He thrust his hips up and began to press in again and again into the young man’s hot, wet throat, who impressively, took all eight inches of it, barely gagging. Cato reached forward, his cock still lodged in his throat, and gripped a handful of the exoleti’s perky buttocks. He passed his finger over his tight anus, pushing his finger into it. A muffled moan came from the young man, his body twitching as he pushed his ass against Cato’s hand
He liked that.
Cato’s hard cock throbbed with excitement.
He was going to use that tight wet ass hole well.
Just as he thought this another young man entered Cato’s private bath room; slim, with full lips, brown hair, and an ass as round as the other young man’s. He walked behind Cato and sat down, his legs on both sides of his head. He bent over and started caressing Cato’s pecs and nipples. His lips nibbled up and down Cato’s neck and ear. His body covered in goosebumps, Cato took hold of his head and pulled him to his lips, where they began to suck one another’s tongues as the other continued working hard on his cock with long deliberate strokes of his mouth and hand.
A minute later Cato was in the pool, both asses, brown and pale, pointed at him with arched backs as he feasted back and forth on both. The two young men groaned and kissed one another, then cried out as Cato stood up and plunged his long cock into them, one after the other.
They went on like this for fifteen minutes, Cato pounding them with youthful fervor, the two men howling and kissing one another, spurring him to slam harder.
Cato’s testicles finally clenched tight, and his body seized up.
“I’m close…Suck it out of me.” He ordered. The two young men immediately obeyed and turned to him, both their mouths licking and sucking his engorged cock. With a cry, semen exploded out, splattering their faces.
“UHHHHHH FUUCK!” Cato cried out as one of them gripped his cock while the other sucked hard, pulling out what felt like every drop of semen he had stored in his testicles. Feeling light headed, Cato bent forward, his cock coming away from them. The two young men laughed, as did Cato, the powerful pleasure continuing to shake his body as he kneeled down to their level. The three of them kissed and licked his semen off their faces. Cato took hold of each of their asses, fondling them and thanking the gods for how lucky he was to be who he was.
This was the life afforded to those wealthy and privileged.
Ten minutes passed, and Cato was dried off and heading out of the private bath area.
The glow of fire from lit torches hung on white pillars warming both him and the air. The night sky, filled with stars and the waxing moon added to the paradise created by the parishioner of the bathhouse, Thaddeus Waxon, a prominent, powerful merchant and procurer of multiple establishments similar to this one all over the city of Ostia.
“Ah Cato, my young friend. How was your time in your private room? I sent two of our best exoletis just for you. I gathered from the sounds I heard, they did not disappoint, and neither did you.” Albertus, A tall, fat older man said. He ran the business of the bathhouse. He wore an ornate brown wig covered in fig leaves atop a large head, and had a large red nose. His face carried a jovial smile, arms wide as he approached. He winked at Cato with that last comment, and he patted a large hand on Cato’s shoulder, his long toga, somewhat damp from the bathhouse steam, flapping around.
“You always know what I like.” Cato said, returning the smile as Albertus, hand still on his back, ushered him along through the dim, narrow stone hallways.
Cato allowed this, the air strong with the smell of scented candles and incense adding to the haze of post coital coupling he was experiencing as he went along in a daze.
“Sounds like you may have worked up a bit of an appetite. Maybe a goblet of wine.” Albertus cooed. Cato understood that the large man was attempting to keep him there, maybe pay for another extended rendezvous in the private bath. Cato had to admit he was hungry, and he wouldn’t be averse to another rowe with the two exoletis.
“A little food sounds fine, but I’m not so sure if I’ll stay much longer. I must rise early for assembly tomorrow, and I know how your wine can addle minds.” Cato said, who, despite his words, was already considering a longer stay, fishing for a drop in the cost.
“Come now.” Albertus laughed, slapping his belly. “A strong, young man like yourself could fuck four more times with half a barrel of wine in his stomach, and still be up at dawn clear minded and ready to take on the old men.”
“You overestimate me.” Cato said, laughing with the older man.
“Do I…? Fine, fine - have it your way. Still, have something to eat, just a small portion, a bit of wine too. I’ll even send for your two companions to keep you company.”
“Is this complementary?” Cato asked quickly, His eyebrows raising innocently.
A frown came across Albertus’s round face, if not unhappy, slightly miffed, knowing full well the extent of Cato’s current and future patronage, as well as his father’s on occasion.
“Young rascal…Too shrewd for your own good. Fine, it’s on the house. But if you want the pleasure of fucking any more supple asses, you’re gonna have to pay.”
“A fair bargain.” Cato said, smiling broadly.
They continued through the house, sounds of pleasure echoing through the long corridors from men and women. The smell of it permeated the air, moist and pungent, mixed with the perfumed candles and incense, enhancing the aura of lust and perversion.
Just before they came to the main room of the house, another young man emerged from one of the rooms, running to Albertus and bowing.
“Master Albertus, the Equites has arrived. He’s come to inspect your house.”
“God’s be damned. How long ago? Why wasn’t I informed?” Albertus demanded.
“He arrived not one hour ago, though closer to that than you might like master...” The boy said, his voice trailing off and he shrunk under Albertus’s glare. “He is accompanied by a large entourage. Most of the house was waylaid by his demands to serve him and his guests. I was only just now able to go search for you.”
“He was supposed to arrive in two days.” Albertus grumbled. He turned to Cato. “You’re in luck, son of Lusidous Quirinus. Master Waxon has been inspecting his ownings for the past fortnight, and has decided to come here tonight. You have fallen upon a great opportunity to form a powerful connection for your family.” Albertus wasn’t wrong, and Cato was far from unaware of how fortuitous this opportunity was for his prospects.
Thaddeus Waxon had gained much of his earnings as a merchant through his previous service as an esteemed, high ranking soldier for the Roman empire. His deeds on the battlefield were well known throughout Rome, as was his ruthlessness. As a gift from the Emperor, Thaddeus was awarded a large portion of what he conquered in the name of the Empire for himself. He used those lands, and their resources, to grow and greatly bolster his economic standing within the region. Then, he wed the daughter of one of the empire’s generals, a woman named Antonia Glaivus. The alliance gained him more holdings and more power than almost any man below the members of the Senate.
“Fortuitous indeed.” Cato said to himself
He was led by Albertus to the main room, where a large marble dais was placed at the far end of a long, shallow pool of clear, steaming water already filled with people in the midst of a orgy.
The water churned, the room stank of lust. A cacophony of wails of pleasure echoed through the room.
Thaddeous’s entourage indeed.
Cato didn’t recognize many of them aside from the two exolites he had just been with, and a few men he had been with during previous escapades at the bathhouse.
Atop the raised dais sat Thaddeous Waxon, a scarred faced, dark haired, clean shaven man in his late thirties, his handsome, dour expression gazing down at the spectacle with eyes equally as dark as his hair. WIth just a golden leafed crown on his head, Thaddeus was fully naked, his impressively muscled, equally scarred body on full display. He seemed content just watching what was happening. Based on his imperious expression, Cato imagined Thaddeus thought himself as being above the rabble of fluid and flesh. He was indeed an imposing sight, his powerful build and admirably large, erect cock lording over everything as if he were some sort of king, or god.
This idea was encouraged by the two people who flanked the dias.
To his right was an absolute mountain of a man, dwarfing even Thaddeus himself. Standing at what looked to be nearly seven feet, the man’s body looked to be carved out of solid gold, his skin painted to emulate the glistening metal, emphasizing every contour of his thick, defined muscles. He was, in essence, akin to a statue of the Greek demi-god Hercules, his hard, sculpted, body matched only by his exposed cock that could only be compared adequately to another fabled character of Greek legend; the Minotaur, the half man, half bull of the catacombs. Half erect, dripping a white string of pre orgasm semen from the tip of his uncut head, it dangled halfway down his thigh, a golden, twitching trunk of a cock as thick as a young man’s wrist. He wore a mask of pure gold and ivory that completely obscured his face. He did not have the long golden locs of hercules however, instead it was thick and black, chopped off, messy and short. His large chest heaved, in and out, with a steady rhythm, another clear sign that he was aroused by the proceedings.
On the other side was a person who could not be more different in size and stature, yet the young man caught Cato’s eye, causing Cato’s stomach, heart, and cock, to jump at once.
He was, quite simply, beautiful.
Clearly foreign, from the northern African region most likely, he had a slim figure, with olive colored skin that looked as if it had never been touched by anything other than the finest silks and richest, most luxurious oils. He had the face of a young man just reaching the age of twenty; only slightly feminine, with full lashes, and bright, almond shaped eyes that were somewhere between green and brown, and somewhat forlorn. He wore a serious expression, his lips turned down at the edges, not too full, but pouty and soft looking. His nose was small, and he had a pointy chin that matched his somewhat angular face. His curly, jet black hair sat loosely atop his head and coiled perfectly, a rare thing since very few people, even those as fortunate as Cato, could have. Few had their hair styled like this unless it were a wig. He was bare chested, but not fully nude. A silk and gold loincloth was tied around his thin waste by a golden rope.
Cato stared at him, halfway between being aroused and struck by how someone could look the way he did and not be from a great myth.
Both he and the enormous man.
Albertus led the way around the edge of the sea of undulating bodies toward the dais. Cato kept his eyes on the young man, who had his hand resting on his master’s hairy forearm.
A man crawled out of the pool just as Cato and Albertus reached them. He was in a toga, though his ass could be seen through the wet fabric, and he was holding his cock in his hand. He was saying something to Thaddeus, whose hard look didn’t change, and was hardly paying him any attention, looking past the man. The man looked to be gibbering something, the hand not holding his cock, twitching as his eyes fell upon the young man on the left of the dais. His profile to him, Cato could see the hungry look in his eyes as he gazed at the young man, and as if swept away by his beauty, reached up to touch him.
What happened next was so sudden and jarring it made Cato step back, causing him to slip and nearly fall.
Thaddeus’s eyes went wide, bulging with sudden rage. He grabbed the man’s wrist and twisted it, and the unmistakable crack of bones was heard over the din of noise. The man screamed in pain and fell to his knee. The next moment the monstrous, golden man stepped forward and seized the man by the neck, his massive hand encompassing his entire throat. With the other hand under his armpit, he lifted him bodily off the ground, holding him up over the pool. Everyone stopped what they were doing, looking to the front of the room.
the young man quickly lowers his head, his beautiful eyes hidden by his eye lids.
“You dare touch my ward…” Thaddeus said, his handsome grisled face a mask of anger. He had stood to his full height. He was impressive indeed, his muscled body sheening with sweat, his thick cock somehow more erect, as if he were aroused by the squirming, kicking man barely able to breathe in the hands of Thaddeus's hulking sentinel . Cato stared up at him, stunned and starting to feel nauseous as the man scratched in vain at the powerful hand and arms. Thaddeus looked out at the gathering of naked onlookers.
“I invited you all here. A gift, to join me for pleasure. To fill your stomachs with wine, food, and satiate your primal, gods given desires. I do this freely…benevolently…and with no judgment.” His voice, resonating with the years of commanding soldiers, boomed over the gathering; hard, raspy, and deep. Cato felt a cold chill go through him as Thaddeus continued to speak. “Many of you know this, have reaped the benefits of my generosity. Your loyalty has earned it. I say now…let this be a warning to all here.” Thaddeus looked up at the nameless man, whose struggles had decreased as air steadily stopped entering his lungs. “No one may lay a finger on my ward, and for the rest of tonight’s proceedings, no one’s eyes shall linger on his beauty. Only I alone can do so. He is mine, and mine alone. Hear me now, and heed my words.”
With this last word he nodded, and the giant, golden man let go. The man fell hard to the ground, his chest rising and falling heavily with deep, life giving breaths. His wrist looked broken, and he crawled away, wretched.
Cato stared, shocked at the wounded man.
Albertus stood frozen, looking unsure about his decision to bring Cato to his master at this point in time.
Thaddeus sat back down, jaw clenched. He lifted his hand and let his finger glide across the young man’s smooth chest and nipple. The tip of his cock was soaked with pre-orgasm spunk. He looked down at it, wiped it off with the tip of the same finger and raised it up to the young man’s lips. Without a word the young man began to lick the finger, then suck it softly. Thaddeus turned to look at him; the gaze of an alpha predator looking to devour its prey.
“Go Salvator.” He said, his gaze lingering on his ward before turning to the huge man standing guard in front of him. “Join our guests. I want to see them worship you.”
The masked man stepped down in the pool and was immediately surrounded by men and women, all groping and pulling at his body and his huge cock, which started to rise to full erection. He let them paw him for a few moments, then pushed them aside, grabbed one of the more well built men, bent him forward, and penetrated him with no mercy. The man wailed as he began to get pounded by the enormous cock, hard and steady.
Thaddeus watched, licking his lips as his golden man destroyed the man’s anus. He pulled his ward toward him and onto his lap, his cock resting between the crack of the young man’s perfect, round glutes. The young man started to rub his ass against his master’s continuously leaking cock, kissing him softly on the neck, his scarred face, and lips. Thaddeus’s attention was pulled away from Salvator, who had fucked the semen out the man, and moved onto a woman, now wailing as he stood, picking her up in his arms, her legs of his shoulders as he ravaged her vagina.
Thaddeus took hold of the young man’s small, round buttocks and caressed the soft smooth flesh, a yearning, desperately lustful look in his eyes as he stared at the young man.
Albertus placed his hand back on Cato’s shoulder and led him away. Past the dais, and to a door Cato knew led to a dining area.
It was lucky that Thaddeus was so transfixed by his ward.
Cato stared at the young man’s face as he passed by…
At his soft, yet masculine features…
Sadly blank…An enormous contrast to Thaddeus's lustful, glazed stare, taking in as much as he could of his ward’s face and body.
Cato had the sudden desire to go to the young man and pull him off the former general.
Pull him from the brute’s slimy, searching grip.
The feeling slammed into Cato, potent and visceral, causing his body to vibrate with unexplainable anger.
He didn’t of course, but he wanted to…
More than anything, Cato wanted too.
For the young man’s sake.
And strangely, perhaps selfishly, for his own.
He knew, somehow, that he had to free him.
