Bill aka Storyguy

Roman Slave-Boy, 143 AD

Chapter 1

Place: The small city of Tusculum, 15 miles [25 km] east of Rome

Yosef reached down and touched his penis – totally stiff, as it was most mornings lately. He couldn't resist toying with the slender near-adolescent boner, enjoying the pleasure sensations. He was well-familiar with the changes that boys go through at his age, and had been observing with pride how his penis and balls had been growing. And because Master required the boy to be naked while he worked in the tavern, Yosef was accustomed to hearing the customers' lewd comments about his developing genitals as he served their wine and beer. The unusual appearance of his penis – its lack of a foreskin – always drew curious attention and frequently attracted fondling hands.

For any customer who desired more than a quick feel, a sign on the wall advertised the price list for the slave-boy's services. A dupondius coin paid to the tavern-keeper (roughly $15 [€10] in today's value) purchased a quick hand-job from the naked boy in the small back-room where he now lay. A sestertius coin (twice the value of a dupondius) bought a blow-job and a few more minutes before Master knocked on the door and called for the session to finish up. Two sestertii (a day's pay for a common soldier) allowed the customer plenty of time to take the boy any way the man wished.

Often, of late, the customers Yosef took to the back-room were interested in stroking the boy's cock, sometimes resulting in an exciting mutual masturbation session that brought a dry orgasm surging through the lad's body.

Thoughts of a man's hand on his cock caused Yosef to stroke his boner more purposefully. He longed for the day that he'd be able to spurt the sticky white fluid whenever he experienced that rush of pleasure-feelings. This thought caused the boy to stop masturbating and run his hand through his thick wavy hair, breaking up the clumps stuck together by crusts of semen from the previous night's orgy. Then his fingertips rubbed briefly at the patches of dried spunk on his face, chest, thighs, and buttocks. He'd wash it off when he fetched the first bucket of water from the neighborhood fountain.

Then his fingers probed gently at his anus. It still felt a bit tender, but not too bad. His memory was fuzzy about how many times he had been fucked the previous night. Whatever the number, it was far fewer than the number of celebrants he had serviced with his mouth throughout the evening. He silently thanked the gods that the springtime festival called Floralia (an annual celebration of drinking and prostitution) was the only holiday that Master honored each year with an orgy in his tavern.

The offer of cheap wine and free sex had brought in at least 100 horny men during the course of the evening, and Master had rented several brothel slaves to satisfy them. The two woman-slaves seemed inexhaustible in their capacity to be fucked by one man after another. And the flamboyant teenage transvestite, his face garishly made up and his body hair entirely shaved or plucked, had an asshole that seemed as capable of taking a constant cock-pounding as the women's well-used cunts. Compared to them, Yosef played a secondary role in pleasuring the customers, but it had still been an exhausting ordeal. As the evening had worn on, and the crowd of celebrating men stood in line for their second and third fucks, Yosef used his mouth to stiffen the cock of each as they came to the head of the line.

The real entertainment of the evening, however, had been the 10-year-old identical twins – German barbarians by birth – who were brought by their owner after the orgy was well underway. The pre-pubescent boys were dressed in fanciful renderings of the clothing that barbarian chieftains wore when they were brought to Rome to be awed by its grandeur 3; outfits of leather, furs, and metal adornment. The young slave-boys had staged a set-piece show, wrestling atop the tables, pulling each other's long blond hair, tearing the clothing off each other's bodies, and then engaging in surprisingly-erotic sex in a variety of clever positions. With everyone in the tavern looking on, the beautiful and exotic young boys then set about pleasuring a select group of men chosen by the proprietor from among his favorite customers and most important guests. After little more than an hour, the two were whisked away again by their owner, well before the tavern-keeper declared closing time.

Yosef shook the erotic images from his mind. Much as he wished to lie there, fantasizing about the previous night while playing with his boner, he needed to relieve himself and get to work. The boy walked quickly to the doorway, which opened to a narrow street. He didn't bother to put on his tunic, even though Master's wife had told him he was getting too old to display himself naked outside the tavern.

There were only a few people in the street this early 3; a man driving some noisy sheep, getting an early start on the day-long journey to the Imperial City 3; an old slave-woman a few doors down emptying a bucket of waste in the gutter 3; a gruff soldier walking by, at the end of his night-shift of patrolling the city. The boy felt no embarrassment to stand in the doorway and let loose his bladder, closing his eyes and sighing with relief. His erection caused the yellow stream to arc high in the air before splashing noisily in the fetid water puddled on the stone roadway. As the flow of urine tailed off to a few final squirts from the still-erect penis, the slave-boy was startled from his pleasurable bodily function.

"A greeting to you, Yosef!" called out a giggling girlish voice, in a thick Greek accent.

The boy looked over to see Eleni coming down the street, carrying water from the fountain. He was suddenly overcome with uncharacteristic modesty and covered his genitals with his hands. For reasons he couldn't explain, the display of his near-pubescent erection had instantly became a matter of intense embarrassment in the presence of the pretty slave-girl. Eleni was new in the neighborhood, having been purchased only a few months before by the seller of olive oil whose small shop and upstairs home were directly across the street from the tavern. She was a house-slave, and no doubt the merchant's concubine as well. Yosef had been shy around the girl ever since he first met her, but for some reason she actually seemed to like him. Indeed, Eleni was one of the few people who called him by his actual name. His master, and nearly everyone else, just called him Puer ('Boy'). The name 'Yosef' was the only possession he retained from his little-remembered early childhood, in a distant land at the eastern end of the Great Sea.

"You startled me," mumbled the boy, feeling his face blush. Then he started to chuckle along with the girl, though he kept his hands cupped in front of his crotch.

"You are having the very handsome penis, Yosef," she said in a half-whisper as she stood in front of the closed door of her master's home. This made the boy blush even more fiercely.

Glancing quickly to both sides to make sure nobody was near, she set down her water bucket and quickly lifted the hem of her tunica, revealing her shapely legs and slender hips 3; her pubic mound, with its slit half-shrouded by downy hairs 3; her flat belly 3; and finally her small, pert breasts with exquisite little brown nipples. She released the garment, letting it fall back to her ankles, and then it was she whose face blushed.

Yosef was breathless. He had seen his share of naked slave women (not the least during the previous night's orgy!), but the brief seconds of seeing Eleni's lithe young body seemed like the most erotic experience of his short life. His erection strained almost painfully, and on impulse he took his hands away from it, pushing his hips forward, displaying himself to the girl. The handsome young phallus stood straight up, nearly 5 inches in length, pulsing with each beat of his pounding heart. She smiled, and the knowing look in her dark eyes made Yosef feel that he was melting into the cobblestones beneath his bare feet.

"Maybe we will be seeing each other again soon, Yosef!" she said, in a flirting voice as she opened the door and carried the water-bucket inside.

Yosef walked back into the small room behind the tavern, his mind enflamed with young lust. He lay back down on his pallet and began to stroke his stiff cock, anxious to achieve a dry orgasm as fantasies of the olive-skinned slave-girl played out behind his closed eyelids. He'd not yet fucked a girl or woman (or boy or man), but was engrossed in thoughts of sliding his cock inside Eleni's warm, slippery sex. No sooner had he gotten into a good masturbation rhythm, stroking his cock-head with two fingers and his thumb, when 3;

"Puer! Where are you? Come tend to me!"

"Oh, merda!" moaned the boy. Master was awake! There was certainly no time to fetch a bucket of water for Master's morning sponge-bath. Yosef ran through the empty tavern room and up the staircase. He passed the closed door behind which Master's wife snored, and he continued down the hallway to Master's combination of bedroom and office.

The man was sitting on the edge of his bed, and Yosef knelt at his feet, out of breath, his head bowed in submission.

"I'm sorry, Master! Please forgive me," said Yosef, resigned to inevitable punishment.

The 50-year-old was silent for a few long moments. A linen nightshirt covered his aging but reasonably-fit body. What little hair remained on his balding head was grey.

When he finally spoke, the man's tone was soft, but he was clearly angered. "How many years have I owned you, Puer?"

Yosef had to think for a few seconds. "Five years, Master." When he was quite young, Yosef's family had been split apart and sold into slavery at the end of the great rebellion in the Judean Province. He'd spent several years on a slave-trader's farm, toiling as a house-slave, being Romanized and trained for service. When he was 8, he was deemed old enough to fetch a good price at auction.

"And during all of those years, your duty has always been the same – to be kneeling at my bedside when I awake, available for immediate sexual service; isn't that so?"

His head bowed even lower. "Yes, Master," he murmured. "Damn you, Puer! The omens were just right for me to fuck you this morning. I was dreaming last night of having those two Germanic boys in my bed and fucking them both, with the potency of a 20-year-old. When I awoke, my cock was as stiff and ready to enter your ass as it's been in months. But you weren't at my bedside where you belonged, and now my cock is as soft as porridge." The old man lifted the nightshirt and wiggled his totally-flaccid penis to emphasize his point. "I am very disappointed in you. What shall I do, Puer, to convince you to attend to your morning duties in the future?"

"Shall I fetch the strap, Master?" asked the boy, knowing full-well what was coming.

"That's right," said the man. "At least you have the sense to know when you need to be whipped."

Yosef jumped to his feet and took the punishment strap from the nail on the wall. It was a compact and efficient tool, a 6-inch length of thick cow leather smoothly-tanned on one side, attached to a 4-inch wooden handle that fit the man's hand comfortably. It was perfect for an over-the-knee spanking.

"Shall I suck your penis erect, Master?" asked the boy.

"Naturally. And take off my nightshirt," said the man.

Yosef knew that giving a spanking roused Master's libido. The boy had always been grateful that his master never punished him gratuitously, but only when he deserved it. But it was typical for punishment to lead directly to sex.

Yosef pulled the man's nightshirt off, revealing soft flesh where once there had been abundant muscle. The hair on his chest and pubes had mostly gone grey.

The boy sank back to his knees between the spread legs of his seated master. Cock-sucking had been a daily part of the morning ritual for as long as Yosef had been owned by the man. Only rarely these days could the old man maintain an erection stiff enough to fuck his slave-boy (much less his unattractive old wife!), but Yosef nearly always could satisfy his master with his mouth and hands.

In a familiar ritual, performed countless times on the man, Yosef took the soft cock in his mouth, gently suckling it with his lips and tongue. One hand fondled the man's low-hanging balls, while the other made a ring of thumb and forefinger at the base of the penis and squeezed firmly. Slowly, the penis was encouraged to stiffness. The young slave-boy was expert at knowing exactly how to stimulate his master to erection. As his mouth began to move up and down along the hardening 6-inch [15 cm] shaft, the boy's hand shifted from his master's cock to his own, jacking it to a boner with a few quick strokes.

"That's enough," said the man. "Get in position. Quickly. I intend to get my phallus as hard as it was in my dream."

The boy lay diagonally across the man's lap, his arms and chest resting on the bed. He maneuvered his body so that the two erections came in contact, and he gently moved his hips so that the stiff penises slid together erotically.

The strap came down swift and hard, slapping the boy's slender rounded butt loudly. Yosef flinched, but he didn't make a sound. Master usually demanded silence 3; only occasionally instructing the boy to beg for mercy. As the blows rained down steadily, quickly reddening his buttocks, Yosef gritted his teeth, shutting his eyes tightly to minimize the tears. Even in his pain, however, he tended to his duty as a slave 3; making sure both cocks rubbed together, making sure that Master stayed hard.

The spanking ended as quickly as it had started. There had been about 25 blows, though Yosef had not kept count.

"The omens still feel right for having a good fuck," said the man. "We'll do it in the usual manner."

Yosef slid off the man's lap and quickly fetched a small ceramic bottle from the table. He uncorked it, poured some oil onto his hand, and sat down on the bed with his legs spread. When Master knelt between the boy's legs, Yosef slathered the lubricant on the man's slowly-softening penis, stroking firmly. He lay back and raised his legs, still holding Master's cock. The man leaned forward and rested his hands on the backs of Yosef's legs.

The boy's hand guided the cock to the entrance of his ass, making a tunnel of slippery fingers curled in a loose fist, as Master's hips began to thrust. The mostly-erect cock fucked Yosef's hand as the boy squeezed with just the right pressure. As the old man's hips began to churn, the oiled cock-head bumped against Yosef's anal ring, entering it and then slipping out with each stroke. The boy expertly guided it in farther in, using fewer fingers as the man's erection plunged deeper, and finally removing his hand completely as the temporarily-potent boner plunged to the hilt.

The entry wasn't comfortable for the boy, but of course his comfort was irrelevant. As his ass quickly accommodated the thrusting of his master's cock, Yosef relaxed into the warm familiarity of the act 3; something he had done almost daily with the man as a younger boy, when Master was more potent.

The man got into a steady rhythm of fuck strokes as his erection stayed firm, and his moans of lust filled the room. Yosef felt a warm glow of satisfaction, doing his job well and pleasing his master. And the more joyful his master was with the energetic fuck, the more Yosef found the eroticism contagious. He started feeling his own sexual pleasure, his penis erecting, the whole-body feeling of arousal starting to build within him.

"Talk to me, Puer!" grunted the man. "You know what I like to hear."

"Oh, Master!" gasped Yosef, "your cock is so powerful! It fills me completely! It's so good to be fucked by you!" The boy was talented at faking passion, but this time his words came close to honest expression. "You are so virile, Master! Your mighty cock is like a thick iron rod; thrusting so hard; so deep inside me!"

Yosef brought his right hand, still slippery with oil, to his own penis and began to masturbate.

Oh, yes! It was so incredible to stimulate his sensitive cock-head 3; to form a ring with his thumb and forefinger, brushing it rapidly up and down 3; combining with the warm fullness of his rectum as his master's 6-inch cock plowed deeply. Even as he muttered the exaggerated pleasures of being fucked by Master, his thoughts bounced from one erotic thought to another. He fantasized fucking the slave-girl Eleni 3; being masturbated by a handsome tavern customer 3; cavorting with the twin Germanic boy-sluts in a threesome of sexual adventure. That pushed Yosef quickly toward climax.

As Master thrust with all his strength into Yosef's ass, and the slave-boy jacked himself with urgent masturbation strokes, the only words that his brain could produce were "Fuck me! FUCK me! Oh gods, YES! FUCK ME!!"

The boy's immature orgasm suddenly convulsed his body. His anal muscle spasmed around Master's cock, and Yosef wrapped his arms around the man, pulling him closer.

The tavern-keeper was seconds away from his own climax, a wave of lust poised to flood him with ecstacy. He brought his face down to Yosef's and thrust his tongue into the boy's mouth. Yosef's tongue met it with equal passion, just as the man orgasmed, shooting his cum into the slave-boy's rectum.

The man collapsed onto the boy, the two locked in embrace, their tongues still swirling together. Rolling onto their sides, the master's hand wandered over Yosef's body. As he gasped for breath, the man caressed the smooth flesh of the slave-boy's butt, still hot and red from the spanking.

"You have pleased me, Puer," he murmured at last. "You are a good slave."

"I am grateful, Master. You were magnificent!"

The man kissed the boy's lips again, this time tenderly, as they lay together in the afterglow of sexual release for a few blissful minutes.

"Enough of this sloth," said the man at last, as he slung his legs over the bed and stood up. "I have some good news. Have you heard of Lucius Flavius Lurco, whose villa is just outside of town?"

"I think so, Master."

"He's a wealthy and powerful aristocrat. And the butler who runs his villa was a customer at the tavern last night 3; one of the men you serviced with your mouth. He came to me at the end of the celebration and arranged to hire you as one of the serving boys for Flavius Lurco's social gathering this afternoon. You will pour wine and pleasure any guest who fancies you. These will be some of the most important aristocrats of the town and surrounding countryside, and I would make good money if any of them wish to hire you for similar work. And because you have pleased me this morning, I have decided that if the butler reports favorably on your work, I'll give you a quadrans coin." (It was a tiny fraction of the fee that Master would be paid for the hiring-out.)

"Thank you, Master!" gushed the boy. Yosef had never before possessed money; even this lowliest of Roman coins.

"And another quadrans from any other hiring-out that results from your service to the noble men at the lunch."

The boy was speechless. He took his master's hand and kissed it.

"Be ready at the noon hour. The butler will send a slave in a cart to bring you to Flavius Lurco's villa. Wash your body especially well. You'll be working naked, of course."

"Yes, Master."

"Now wash me well too, and then pick out my best tunic. I have decided to go down to the morning slave auction to see if they have any young boys like those German barbarians."

Yosef froze momentarily when his brain processed this information, and a look of anxiety crossed his face.

"Don't worry, Puer. I have no intention to sell you anytime soon. You know that you still please me very well. But you will eventually be growing hair on your body, and will no longer be suitable for my needs. And since last night, I am taken with the idea of having a hot-blooded and exotic little one to arouse my loins."

Yosef thought back to the older lad who had been the tavern's slave-boy when Yosef had arrived. They had worked together for a time, until Yosef was well-acquainted with his duties, and then the youth was sold to a blacksmith across town. Now a handsome young man of 19 years, muscles bulging from his blacksmithing work, the boy he'd replaced worked in hellishly-hot conditions during the warm months. Yosef didn't wish to think right now about the uncertainty of working for a new master.

"And remember, Puer," continued the man. "If I buy a new boy, I'll expect you to train him in the ways of pleasure. You'd like that, eh?"

Yosef thought about teaching an eager little-boy slave to give a proper blow-job and to take a cock up his ass. He realized he'd be the dominant sexual partner for the first time in his life, getting a suck or fucking the youngster whenever he liked. Yes; that would be very interesting! He smiled broadly as he set about his duties.

What an interesting day this had been so far, Yosef thought to himself. And much more was yet to come!

Chapter 2

"Hey! Tavern-keeper!" called out the cocky 15-year-old, without moving from his perch. "I'm from the house of Lucius Flavius Lurco, here to pick up your slave-boy. Send him out quick; I'm in a hurry!"

In a few moments a middle-aged woman appeared at the door, wiping her hands on the apron tied around her ample belly.

"What do you mean yelling to me like that from the street, you impudent slave. I don't care who your master is. I'm a free-born citizen, and I've half a mind to take that donkey-whip and flay your pathetic hide with it. And you best believe I'd get every one of the citizens that are drinking inside my tavern to strip you naked and hold you down while I do!"

The lad jumped down off the cart and sank to his knees with his head bowed. "My sincerest apologies, ma'am," he said, trying his best to sound sincerely contrite. "You are right to castigate me, and I beg your forgiveness."

"Well, that's better," she said with a huff, as she surveyed the teenager. He certainly was a handsome youth, she thought to herself, and that red hair was something you didn't often see. "Stand up, then, and I'll fetch the slave," she said.

"BOY!!" she bellowed at the top of her lungs. "Get your lazy ass out here, and 3;"

"Yes, Mistress," came a quiet voice from right behind her. "I'm ready." The 13-year-old was strikingly attractive, with dark wavy hair and the swarthy complexion of the eastern Mediterranean shore. He wore a plain tunic of coarse wool that came down to mid-thigh.

"Gods! Don't sneak up on me like that!" shouted the woman.

"I'm sorry, Mistress."

"And you," she said, turning back to the cart-driver; "bring him back directly when he is finished his job. There's more than enough work to do in the tavern, and I don't relish being short-handed when the late-afternoon crowd comes in."

"Yes, ma'am. I surely will get him back here directly." Turning to the younger boy, he said "come on, then; hop up on the cart, and we'll be off." As the donkey cart pulled away from the tavern, he said "My name is Britannicus. People call me Britto."

"I'm Yosef," replied the youngster, and they clasped each other's right forearm in greeting.

The two set out, without talking, as the cart maneuvered through the crowded streets. The tavern was located quite near the main gate in the city's old wall, so in just a few minutes they were outside of town and could see open countryside ahead. The older boy broke the silence with a laugh and slapped Yosef on the knee. "Shit! Your mistress sure is a ball-breaker!"

The younger boy shrugged. "She's not so bad," he mumbled, in half-hearted defense of his owner's wife. "And my master very kind," he added with a bit more conviction. His mistress could indeed be harsh. In fact, the only times she mellowed in her dealings with the slave-boy were the occasions when she took him to her bedroom and had him pleasure her with his tongue. The boy grimaced at the thought.

"So," said Yosef, changing the subject; "tell me about this gathering at your master's villa that I'm to serve. Is it an orgy in honor of the festival?" The boy was referring to the week-long springtime festival of Floralia, which ended the next day. At this period of Roman history, Floralia was celebrated by guiltless sexual excess with prostitutes of both sexes at raucous parties and orgies.

Britannicus chuckled. "No. Master doesn't need the excuse of a festival to hold an orgy! He has this group of aristocrats who get together each week to have their fill of boy-sex. They call themselves boy-lovers and call their group the Hadrianists 3; it has something to do with the emperor who came before the one we have now. My master seems to be the leader of the group, so the orgies are often at his villa. He provides his personal harem of boys for the enjoyment of the men and brings in a few rent-boys for variety. Sometimes guests will also bring in a favorite lad of their own to show off and share. And the best part is that my master and his friends actually like to suck boys' cocks, and even have slave-boys fuck them!"

"You're kidding, right?" said Yosef in utter disbelief. It was perfectly normal for a Roman citizen to use a slave-boy for sexual pleasure, and boy-brothels were quite common and socially accepted. But for a citizen to take the subservient role in sex, especially with a boy and even more especially with a slave, was a significant breach of social and moral standards.

"I swear to the gods that I'm speaking the truth," said the older boy as he held his right hand over his heart. "So you've never been sucked by a man, huh?"

"Why 3; I've never been sucked by anyone! Man or woman; boy or girl. Never fucked anyone either."

"Then it's your lucky day, pal!" said Britannicus with a sly expression.

"This job sounds really different from anything I've ever done before," said Yosef, suddenly feeling anxious. "Will you be serving at the orgy too, Britto?"

"Me? Nah!" Then he grinned, with a twinkle in his eye. "Want to know why? Take a look." He pulled back on the hem of his tunic, uncovering his crotch.

"Gods!" exclaimed Yosef. "You have a whopper!"

The teenager's prodigious organ hung down like a fat snake, its broad cock-head protruding from the foreskin. A nest of red hair adorned its base, and full balls dangled below.

"I had grown too mannish for serving duty when I was only 14. Master only uses young pretty ones like you when he has his friends to an orgy." Then his voice lowered to a stage-whisper. "But when he's by himself, and he summons me to his quarters, things REALLY get interesting! Sometimes he has me dress up as a centurion, and he gets dressed as a 3; Ah, there I go again, running my mouth off when I shouldn't. But you get the point, eh?"

Yosef wasn't at all sure he got the point, but didn't pursue the matter. "So how big does your cock get when it's hard?" he asked.

"Stroke it a bit and find out."

Yosef reached over and wrapped his right hand around the impressive dick. He moved the foreskin back and forth across the cock-head and felt the organ pulsing with life, quickly stiffening and rising up. In a few moments, Yosef was holding an amazingly long erection in his hand. It was smooth and gracefully shaped, curving up slightly toward the teenager's belly.

"Wow!" said the youngster. "I can't remember the last time I serviced a customer who had such a long boner!"

Britannicus brazenly slid his left hand up Yosef's inner thigh, lifted his tunic, and felt the boy's youthful penis. A brief manipulation brought it fully hard, standing up a nicely-plump 4.5 inches [11 cm].

"Well, now! Don't you have a handsome young cock!" said Britannicus as he gently stroked the beautiful boy-boner. "And no foreskin, eh? You're a Judean?"

"Yep," Yosef said casually, accustomed to people's curiosity about his circumcised penis. He knew of his heritage, but had no coherent memories of his traumatic early childhood in the war-torn province of Judea. He had been five years old when the great rebellion was finally put down, and those Judeans who weren't slaughtered by Roman soldiers had been sold into slavery throughout the Empire.

"So, do you turn a lot of tricks at your master's tavern?"

"Master says I make more money for him than any other boy he's ever owned 3; and he's been almost 25 years in the business!" The boy puffed out his chest in pride.

"Good with your mouth, are you?" asked Britannicus.

"I should say so!" Yosef boasted. He had been trained at cock-sucking from a very young age, well before he was sold to the tavern-keeper when he was 8 years old.

"You enjoy giving a good suck?"

Yosef thought for a moment. He didn't really dwell on whether he liked or didn't like his duties as a slave. Sucking customers' cocks in the tavern's back room had become almost automatic, like washing the tables or sweeping the floor. But then he thought about his daily sexual service to his Master. That was different.

"Sure," he answered honestly. "When I fancy the man, or if he's got a handsome and clean cock, I like it right good.

"I'll bet you'd have some fun tasting my cock, eh? We can pull over up ahead and go into that grove of olive trees. I'll even return the favor. I usually don't suck other boys 3; unless Master tells me to, of course. But I like you, kid, and it's cool that I'd be giving you your first. So whatta you say?"

"I don't know," said the boy. "Master doesn't allow me to do it for free. Wouldn't I be cheating him if I did?"

"Ha! You aren't at your tavern now, are you? And you can do it for free if it's just for fun! Anyway, your master won't know a thing, and you'll end up servicing the same number of paying customers when you get back there; right? And I'm no slouch at cock-sucking either. When I was your age and serving at orgies, master's friends always told me I gave the best blow-jobs they ever had."

"Well 3;" He was certainly tempted. As many times as Yosef had sucked men's cocks over the years, he'd always wondered what it would be like to receive a blow-job himself.

Britannicus was now masturbating the boy's pre-pubescent cock more briskly, with a wonderfully erotic touch, building Yosef's desire and quickly breaking down his reluctance. He began to squirm with pleasure from the effect of the older boy's stroking hand.

"So how about it, kid? Want to suck each other?"

"OK," said Yosef with a grin, his eyes gleaming with the excitement of forbidden sexual adventure.

Britannicus directed the cart onto a dirt path that led into the roadside grove. Once out of sight behind the olive trees, the two boys jumped down and pulled their tunics off over their heads, leaving them completely naked, both cocks still fully erect. The older boy posed, showing off his slender but muscular physique and his awesome erection for Yosef to admire. Then the younger boy posed as well, putting his hands behind his head and moving his body sensuously, as if he were in the back room at the tavern, trying to tempt a customer to pay the extra money for a fuck, rather than the cheaper suck or cheaper-yet hand job.

Yosef's and Britto's bodies were a study in opposites. Yosef was a head shorter, and his wavy black hair and sensuous dark eyes contrasted with the older boy's unusual red hair and pale blue eyes, and Yosef's tan Mediterranean complexion with Britto's freckled whiteness.

"Lay down with me, boy. Let's have us some fun!" said the older boy.

They tumbled onto the soft grass, and Yosef lay on his back, continuing to pose erotically. Britto sat beside him for a few moments, watching as Yosef lay with his arms above his head, stretching and flexing his boyish body with cat-like grace, effecting a wanton expression of raw sexuality.

"Oh, gods! You surely ARE a pretty one!" said Britannicus. "The men at the orgy will eat you up like a savory morsel of food!"

Then they lay together, stroking and fondling each other's naked bodies. Finally, Yosef grinned and said "are you ready for me to give you a suck?"

"Sure!" answered the older boy enthusiastically. "Tell you what 3; so we don't tarry too long, how about we suck each other at the same time? I guess you've never done that before, huh?"

The younger boy shook his head 'no'.

"Here; I'll show you." Britannicus maneuvered Yosef's body so they were both on their sides, facing in opposite direction, torsos twisted slightly. With one hand massaging Yosef's butt and the other toying with his penis and ball-sack, the older boy captured the small erection with his mouth. Britto's lips slid all the way down the smooth shaft, and both boys groaned with pleasure. His tongue swirled around the boyish rod as his head bobbed up and down in eager sucking.

Yosef wrapped both his hands around Britto's long penis shaft, one above the other, and there was still more than 2 inches [5 cm] of cock showing. The boy's mouth devoured the elegant dark-red glans, lapping around it with his tongue. He had never before serviced a cock from this position, but he relished the sensation, not least because he was being sucked at the same time. As he shifted one hand to Britto's plump balls and took more of the long cock into his mouth, Yosef found that the angle allowed him to make the pole slide more easily into his throat. In little more than a minute, he was deep-throating almost the whole length of the 10-inch [25 cm] cock. Britannicus was clearly delighted as well, as shivers of pleasure made his muscles tense.

The two boys went at it with rutting urgency, each striving to draw forth a powerful orgasm from the other. Lusty guttural grunts and wet lip-smacking sounds came from both boys' sucking mouths as they worked on each other. Both were accomplished in the art, and in just a few minutes they were climaxing almost simultaneously. Spurts of cum filled Yosef's mouth, overflowing down his chin, as the spasms of dry orgasm wracked his own body.

They lay back, temporarily exhausted, and Britannicus pulled Yosef into his arms.

"You give a great suck, kid!" he said with a big grin. "Did you like yours?"

"Yeah! It was incredible!" said Yosef dreamily. "But shouldn't we being going to your master's villa?"

"You're right. I'll get a whipping from Darius if I get you there late."

"Who is Darius?" asked the boy.

"He's the butler of the household 3; the overseer of the house-slaves like me, and the procurer of rent-boys like you. He used to be a slave himself, brought from Persia when he was young, but he's free now. He's incredibly knowledgeable about the sexual arts of the eastern lands, and taught me a bunch of stuff when I first came to my master's service. He's a pretty decent overseer 3; so long as you don't screw up."

They were dressed and back on the road in no time, and Britannicus flicked his whip at the donkeys to pick up their pace.

"Britto 3; can I ask you a question? Are you really from Britannia?" The island province was at the Empire's farthest frontier, and was the subject of amazing stories in the tavern from soldiers and traders who had been there. "Nah! But that's where my ancestors were from. My Ma told me that her mother's mother was brought from there as a young slave-girl. Even back then, there was really good money to be made selling red-headed slaves, so they kept breeding her to red-haired studs. It's been that way ever since 3; my great-grandma, my grandma, and Ma 3; red-haired girls bred with red-haired stud-slaves. In fact, I've been hired out for stud work myself, ever since I started shooting spunk when I was 13 3; bedding up with slave wenches at breeding farms hereabouts and fucking them as many times as I can for a couple days when they're ripe. Nice work, eh? I guess by now there are more than a few red-head tykes out there as a result of my fuck-work. Last time I was sent to the farm where I grew up, I had a second go-round with a hot-blooded Hibernian barbarian wench who'd been one of my first stud-fucks, and she had a toddler clinging to her who had my same hair. He was naked as a jay-bird, and his cock was as big as I've ever seen on a youngster. Definitely the fruit of my seed!" he boasted with a hearty laugh.

"Wow!" said Yosef. He was just beginning to appreciate the sexual charms of girls, though he hadn't yet had a chance to live out any of his fantasies.

They continued talking as they rode, trading stories and experiences (with Yosef's nearly all confined to his life as a server and prostitute at his master's tavern, or else second-hand stories he'd heard from customers) until they arrived at the villa of Britto's master. From the looks of it, Yosef could tell that Lucius Flavius Lurco was impressively wealthy. Britto had told him that quite a few of Rome's aristocrats also had country homes in the nearby countryside. While all of them had opulent houses in the Imperial City as well, most preferred to be away from urban Rome during the warm months, when the air stank from the sewage in the gutters and diseases often ravaged citizens of all social classes in the metropolis of over a million residents.

Rather than going into the estate's main house, they rode behind it to a nearby out-building with smoke wafting from its chimney. Britto pointed to where the younger boy should go and bade him a good day until they met again later for the return trip. Hopping off the cart and entering the building, Yosef confronted a swirl of activity. To one side of the building's large main room was a kitchen. Slaves of both sexes and a wide range of ages cooked, prepared trays of food, and washed pots.

At the other side of the room, another important preparation is under way. More than a dozen beautiful naked boys, ranging in age from 8 to 14, were being washed and primped by yet another group of busy slaves. Yosef was immediately struck by the fact that nearly all of the naked boys sported erect penises, even though they weren't stroking themselves or engaging in sex play.

Standing in a big wooden wash-tub was an exquisite Gallic boy around Yosef's age who was being scrubbed by two women slaves wielding sponges. He held his arms above his head passively, and his cock stood up nearly 5 stiff inches [13 cm] from his hairless crotch.

"That's enough for Carolus," said an older man supervising the activity; "get Alexius in there." An 8-year-old Spanish boy with wavy brown hair, whose erection was about the size of Yosef's little finger, took his place.

Then the man noticed the new arrival. "About time you got here. If that horn-dog Britannicus stopped along the way and fucked you with that bludgeon growing out of his crotch, he'll wish he was dead. Then come over here, boy, and show me your asshole."

Yosef did as instructed, facing away from the overseer, bending over, and pulling his ass-cheeks apart. The man licked his finger and rubbed it against the boy's anus.

"Looks like he resisted the temptation," said the man. "Flex it open." Yosef obediently complied, and the finger slid in and probed at his rectum. "Good. Stand up and face me," he said, wiping his finger on Yosef's tunic. "My name is Darius. I'm the chief butler of this household and your boss for this job. I was at your master's tavern last night and watched you working. You acquitted yourself quite professionally when men were fucking your ass at the festival orgy. And you probably don't remember, but you gave me an excellent suck. So I decided to hire you for today's affair. You'll be a wine server and perform whatever sexual service any guest suggests 3; nothing unfamiliar for you, I gather." He reached out and fondled Yosef's soft penis, bringing it quickly to erection. "I don't imagine you've been trained in the ways of keeping your penis stiff at all times. With your mind, that is, not your fingers."

"No, sir."

"Well, no matter. It's nothing that can be learned in a short time." He gestured toward the naked boys. "As you can see, all of my master's catamites are adept at the skill, but they've had years of training. The three you see who are not erect are rent-boys like yourself. I will tell you when to stiffen your cock with your fingers, and thereafter you will try to keep it stiff if you can do it discretely." Darius's own fingers continued fondling quite indiscreetly. "My master and his friends like their boys to maintain good strong erections, so that's what we endeavor to provide. I won't expect you to have the practiced skills of the boys I've trained 3; the sexual combinations and such 3; but there are some rules."

Darius rattled off a series of instructions that Yosef tried his best to remember. "And another thing," said the man as he finished. "No eating of the food that's set out unless a gentleman puts it in your mouth. When the event is over, we'll dine on the leftovers. Master always has me set out ten times as much as is ever needed, and it will likely the finest meal you've had in your life. Now, let's see how clean you are."

Darius ran his fingers through Yosef's thick curly hair, then put his face to it and sniffed. "You bathed recently."

"Yes, sir."

The man then raised the boy's arm and smelled his armpit. "A good boy-scent. We won't wash it away completely. Now, get in the tub next."

The attendants were just finishing with the 8-year-old's sponge-bath. When Yosef stepped into the round wooden tub, Darius spoke to the attendants.

"Keep his hair dry, and use soap only on his genitals, ass, and feet. Just a water-scrub for the rest of him."

Two man-slaves walked up with buckets of warm water and poured it over the boy's front and back. The two women slaves got to work running sponges over every part of his body, working up suds from bars of tallow soap to clean his crotch, his anus, and his feet. They worked quickly, and then two buckets of rinse water were poured over him.

Handed a towel and directed to the other part of the room, Yosef joined a line of boys who were waiting to have adornments and perfumes applied to them. When it was Yosef's turn, Darius (who seemed to be everywhere at once) directed that light-pink rouge be applied to Yosef's cheeks and to the small nipples on his smooth chest. A subtle blue shadow was applied to his eyelids, giving him a more feminine look, and tiny flakes of pure gold were sprinkled into his dark hair. Rose-scented perfume was applied behind his ears, while an erotic scent of musk and spices was dabbed at the base of his penis, behind his balls, and along the cleft of his buttocks. Around him, other boys were being variously adorned 3; some getting bright-red polish applied to their fingernails and toenails; others with jewelry on their wrists, upper-arms, necks, or ankles; most receiving subtle make-up on their faces and nipples, similar to Yosef's; and a couple bending over to have their assholes beautified with pink rouge.

Eventually the 14 slave-boys, ten of whom were the personal harem of the villa's master, made their way to the main building of the estate. They went through several richly decorated rooms and into a large garden atrium at the building's center, open to the sky and enclosed on all sides by the building. Yosef gasped audibly at its opulence. Exotic trees and flowering shrubs grew from carefully-tended beds and planters. The atrium's flooring consisted of intricate mosaic tile pictures (one showing the god Jupiter being sexually serviced by three young cupids), and there was a pool of water with a spraying fountain at its center. Scattered about were skillfully carved life-size marble statues, all of naked boys, elevated on short pedestals and painted in realistic hues 3; portrayed either individually and displaying youthful erections, or as love-making pairs of boys engaged in sucking or fucking. Arranged in a circle at the center of the atrium were seven lounging couches, backless and sloping up on one side, on which the host and his six guests would soon be reclining on their sides 3; accompanied by one or more boys. Large tables at the outer edge of the atrium bore trays of exotic foods and ornate silver goblets. Beneath the tables were amphorae (two- handled storage jars) holding wine produced from the villa's vineyards.

"Alright lads," said Darius as the group gathered around him in the atrium; "they will be arriving any moment now. Give all your effort to pleasing our master and his guests. Those of you assigned to be 'living statues' 3; get to it. Servers to your stations." Then he turned to Yosef and the three other hired-boys. "I expect no complaints about your work and that no punishments will be required for any of you. I'll be watching from that doorway over there. Now get your cocks stiff and follow the lead of the other food and wine servers."

The four boys, all fully nude, quickly masturbated their youthful dicks to erection under Darius's watchful gaze. Yosef typically worked naked at his master's tavern, and customers often fondled him as he served their food and drink, but this was the first time he'd ever been directed to intentionally maintain an erection as he served. Looking at all the sexy young boys around him, sporting stiff boners that ranged from less than 3 inches [7½ cm] to more than 5 [13 cm], Yosef felt an erotic excitement that kept his cock erect almost as effectively as his stroking fingers.

Six of Lucius Flavius Lurco's slave-boys climbed atop short marble pedestals to create sexual displays that were living and moving versions of the marble statuary. Two of the boys stood alone atop separate pedestals and began moving in a sensual dance, sliding their hands erotically over their bodies and pushing their hips forward to display their erect penises. Another pair was engaged in a "standing 69" atop a pedestal – an 8-year-old boy being held upside-down by a 14-year-old, sucking each other's cocks. The final pair was fucking – one boy leaning forward with his hands resting on slightly bent knees, his stiff cock and youthful balls bobbing and swaying as the other boy penetrated his ass from behind in slow rhythmic thrusts.

Yosef had only a moment to watch this display. Following the lead of the other boys who had been assigned the job of wine-serving, he went to the table holding goblets. The silver cups were decorated with fine relief artwork, portraying scenes of men and boys engaged in sexual activity. Yosef marveled at the beauty of the craftsmanship, and he smiled at the pornographic images.

[To see an example of such a goblet, now on display at the British Museum, go here: bajoelsignodelibra.blogspot.com/2007/05/warren-cup.html ]

As he filled two goblets from an amphora, Yosef asked a boy who was one of the villa's house-slaves: "Where's the water to dilute the wine?"

"We serve it full-strength at these orgies," said the other boy, with a grin. "I guess they like to get plastered as quickly as possible."

An aristocrat in his early 40s, Quintus Flavius Regulus by name, strode confidently into the atrium, his eyes eagerly scanning the array of boy-flesh. He was not dressed in the typical Roman toga, but instead wore an unusual garment the likes of which Yosef had never seen. It was a robe of pure silk, held at the waist with a silk sash, that had been brought from lands far to the east of the Empire by a trading caravan underwritten by Lucius Flavius Lurco. As each guest arrived at the villa, Lurco's servants assisted them in donning the exotic robes, with nothing worn underneath.

Several serving-boys moved toward Regulus with goblets of wine and trays of food. The man looked at Yosef and gestured for the boy to come to him, waving the others off. Yosef approached, bowed his head respectfully, and offered him one of the two silver goblets.

The man took the wine, and with his free hand reached out and lifted Yosef's chin, inclining the boy's face up. "You're a new one, aren't you?" said the man, as his eyes scanned down the boy's body, and his hand moved from the boy's chin, down along his chest and belly, and began to fondle Yosef's half-erect penis, making it fully hard.

"Do you belong to Lurco, or are you a rented brothel-boy?"

"My master is a tavern-keeper in town, sir," said Yosef softly.

"A tavern-boy, eh? I'd say you're far too pretty for such base work. The gods intended for you to be a rich man's plaything, like Lurco's band of beauties." Regulus took a deep drink from the goblet, and some of it dribbled down his chin as he swallowed. "Lick it off," he said, leaning forward a bit.

Yosef was quick to obey, rising up on his toes and extending his tongue to clean off the drops of wine. As his tongue slid across the man's chin, Regulus lowered his face and ran his own tongue against Yosef's, and then snaked it into the boy's mouth. Yosef knew he should respond in kind, and in a moment the two were engaged in lascivious tongue-wrestling, while the aristocrat continued to fondle the slave-boy's youthful erection. The exchange was a bit awkward, as both of them were holding sizable goblets of wine, but Regulus seemed pleased. His free hand shifted from Yosef's penis to the boy's flawlessly-smooth and shapely butt. When he broke the kiss and took another big swallow of the strong wine, Regulus noticed the arrival of another guest. A handsome aristocrat in his early 20s, the new arrival paused hesitantly at the entrance to the atrium as he shyly surveyed the scene.

Regulus called over to his fellow nobleman. "Appius Silus, you young welp! Come over here."

"Greetings Quintus Regulus," said the younger man in a soft voice as he approached. He was clearly a bit embarrassed, blushing slightly.

"What a pleasant surprise to see you here, Silus," said Regulus as they grasped each other's forearm in greeting. "Little did I know that you were so utterly depraved as to join our little group," he said in a cheerfully sarcastic tone. "Old Lurco must have seduced you into his perverted ways, just as he did with the rest of us. Have some wine."

Yosef had already stepped forward and was holding out the second goblet to Appius Pompilius Silus, the son of an immensely-wealthy senator. The young man drank several big gulps to calm his nerves.

Yosef turned back to Regulus, expecting to be dismissed, but the older man gestured the boy back to his side, and his hand resumed its caressing of Yosef's ass.

"I didn't expect myself at such a gathering either!" said the younger man, grinning sheepishly. "But you're right that Lurco is a talented seducer. He invited me here several times for private dinners 3; just him and me, attended by those amazingly-sexy boys of his. After he dulled my inhibitions with wine, and orchestrated his boys in pleasuring me, I found myself 3; um, well 3; I 3; uh 3;."

"Sucking a slave-boy's cock?" offered Regulus with a sly smile. "Letting one of his young studs fuck your ass?"

Silus blushed an even deeper shade of red and nodded.

Yosef, overhearing the conversation, could hardly believe his ears, even though Britto had described it exactly so.

"Ah, my friend," said Regulus with a laugh, clapping the younger man's shoulder. "You're in good company with our group of Hadrianists. If it was good enough for the greatest emperor in our lifetimes to worship a boy so completely, it's good enough for you and me. Lurco seduced me to his ways exactly the same way as he did you 3; a private orgy here in his villa, choreographed to erotic perfection. I remember well that as soon as I got home, still totally aroused by what I had done with his lads, I summoned my sexiest house-boy and took him to my bed 3; violating every sexual taboo imaginable… just as I'd always fantasized!"

Silus relaxed, feeling more at ease with his decision to join the Hadrianists. He quaffed some more wine and spoke frankly to Regulus. "I do wish I had my own villa and slaves. It's so restricting to still be living in my father's houses and depending on him for money. Even now, my favorite boy among my family's slaves is with my parents at our place on the Island of Capri. I want so much to buy my own boy. I'm sure I would start with a young Greek, like Hadrian's lover Antinous; perhaps 12 years old… and beautiful, of course," said the man excitedly. "A boy who would be my clever companion during the day, and the satisfier of every lustful desire at night."

Regulus smiled broadly. "That would be excellent! And when you get your Antinous, you must bring him to our orgies, so I can have a go at him." Then Regulus nudged Yosef toward the younger man. "But here; play with this lad a bit, Silus. Have a taste of his lips, and feel his wonderful young cock and buttocks. He's a pretty one, isn't he?"

Regulus replaced Yosef with the closest available boy, walking over to where an 11-year-old sensuously danced atop a pedestal. Regulus reached up and played briefly with the slave-boy's beautiful little erection and motioned for the boy to climb down to serve him.

Silus surveyed Yosef for a moment, and then he grinned. "Kiss me, boy," he said softly, setting his goblet down and embracing Yosef gently.

Yosef reached up, wrapped his arms around the man's neck, and brought his face up. He mad his expression look both seductive and loving 3; eager for the man's kisses. Their mouths came together, lips pressing softly at first. The kiss quickly became more passionate as their tongues slid together sloppily. The man's hands wandered over Yosef's body with lustful intent, caressing his smooth back and shapely butt. Silus moaned with passion as his hard cock rubbed against Yosef, with only smooth silk separating skin from skin. "I want you, boy. My mouth craves your cock," he whispered in Yosef's ear. "And I want your beautiful lips around my phallus."

Yosef wasn't quite sure he'd heard the first part correctly. 'An aristocrat wants to suck my cock?' But the second part was totally familiar. "Shall I suck you now, sir?" he asked.

"Oh, gods; yes!" groaned the man.

Yosef dropped to his knees, parted the robe to reveal Silus's erect cock, and took it deeply into his mouth, sucking eagerly and skillfully.

"Uhhh 3; Silus," said Regulus, looking on with an amused expression. "I hate to sound like a scold, but it is standard protocol at these gatherings to await the arrival of the other guests 3; and especially our host 3; before undertaking that degree of enjoyment.

"Oh! Yes; of course!" said the young man, pushing Yosef's face away from his crotch and bringing the folds of his robe together.

By now, the other four guests were making their way into the atrium. Three of them had brought their own slave-boys walking beside their masters or a step behind. As the newly arrived group came to the center of the atrium, Yosef noticed that one of these lads, a red-headed 12-year-old, bore a striking resemblance to Britannicus, and his erect penis stood up an impressive 6 inches [15 cm]. Yosef thought to himself that Britto and this slave-boy must surely be related. (And indeed, they were brothers 3; both of them offspring of a wench owned by a local breeder and the stud who was rented to service her whenever she was ready to be bred again.)

The new arrivers all welcomed Silus to the group as warmly as Regulus had, as they drank their wine and nibbled on an array of exotic delicacies brought by the serving boys. Each man now stood beside a naked boy, casually and unabashedly caressing him 3; some of the men guiding their boy's hand beneath the silk robe to fondle the man's cock. And as they conversed, each aristocrat was also looking around the atrium, noting the other pretty sex-slaves who would be available for sampling during the course of the orgy. The only thing that remained before the festivity could begin in earnest was the arrival of the host.

"Welcome, Sons of Hadrian!" called out a portly, balding man in his mid-50s. "Welcome to my garden of boy-beauty!" Lurco made his grand entrance holding a goblet of wine in one hand and two leather dog-leashes in the other. The leashes were attached to collars around the necks of two quite-young naked boys. The lads, both 7-year-olds, were complete opposites in appearance – one a long-haired blond with pale skin, brought from the barbarian regions of Germany, and the other an ebony-skinned Nubian whose head was shaved bald. Both had erect cocks 3; the white boy's was barely more than 2 inches [5 cm], but the African boy's slender erection was surprisingly long for his age.

"Drink up, men, and have your goblets refilled," called out Lurco, as he drained his own cup. He sat down on the largest and most ornate of the upholstered couches and perched the two little slave-boys on either side of his ample lap, fondling both immature erections at once.

The six other men chugged down their wine, and each claimed a couch on which to sit or recline with the boy they had initially selected or brought with them. The serving boys moved quickly to refill the cups and bring more food.

With well-rehearsed choreography, four of the 'living statues' climbed down from their pedestals and relocated their display to the area at the center of the circled couches. They were a range of ages 3; the 14-year-old and 8-year-old who had previously been sucking each other in a standing 69, as well as a 10-year-old and a 12-year-old. Several of the serving boys brought in cushions, a padded ottoman, and a tray that held several ivory dildoes of various sizes and a small ceramic bowl of oil that was kept warm above a small flame.

The boys moved into position, quickly assembling a 4-way sexual union. The little 8-year-old lay on his back on the ottoman, pulling his legs straight up toward the sky. The 14-year-old spread some of the warm oil on his cock and plunged it into the little boy's asshole. The 10-year-old came from the other side, leaning forward so that his chest was resting atop the younger lad's up-raised feet, and his immature boner slid into the little boy's open mouth. The 14-year-old bent forward so that he and the 10-year-old could lasciviously rub their tongues together as the older boy was fucking and the younger one was getting a blow-job. The 12-year-old, the final participant, knelt down behind the 10-year-old and began rimming his asshole 3; and then stood up to enter the boy in a standing fuck.

The boys moved with well-practiced precision… perfect young boy-cocks slid at a steady tempo into perfect young boy- butts. As the aristocrats watched the pornographic performance, they became increasingly intimate with their own boys. Some of the men were kissing their boys and fondling their bodies. Others were already having their cocks sucked. One had his boy laying in such a way that the man could suck on the lad's toes, while drinking wine and pausing for an occasional morsel of grilled ostrich meat.

Yosef watched the display while reclining on a soft couch, being spooned from behind. Silus's hand went from fondling the boy's stiff cock to caressing Yosef's smooth slender butt. "Mmmm 3; you have such a fuckable ass!" whispered the handsome young man into the boy's ear. "Lick my fingers so I can feel your hole." His hand came up to Yosef's mouth, and the boy fellated the index finger, then the index and middle fingers together, as if sucking a cock. "Ah; nice! You know how to please me, boy," said Silus, as his spit-slick fingers probed along the cleft of the boy's buttocks and then worked their way into the asshole, which the boy expertly flexed open to accept the penetration. Yosef lifted and bent his leg up and forward, positioning himself to be fucked comfortably from behind. He rhythmically opened and closed his anal muscle on the man's fingers, giving a sample of what Silus would experience when his cock slid inside, and sighed with pleasure that was partly feigned but also part-authentic.

Meanwhile, Lurco was being a gracious host, chatting briefly with each guest and exchanging bawdy banter about the four performers in the center and about the boys who were sharing the couches. With the guests who had brought their own slaves to share, Lurco was generous in praise of the men's taste in boy-beauty, commenting that he was particularly looking forward to sampling the red-headed slave-boy with the big cock.

Lurco came finally to Silus. "And a special welcome to the newest member of our group, Appius Silus! It is so nice to have a man as young and virile as yourself who shares our unspeakable perversions." (The other men responded with laughter and shouts of "hear, hear!") "Perhaps I neglected to mention to you," continued Lurco in a loud voice, "that we have a little tradition in the Hadrianists 3; an initiation ceremony to mark your first orgy with us. I see you've picked out a hot young beauty for your first boy. He'll be perfect to assist in your initiation. Come with him to the center here and we'll get started."

The boys who had been engaged in the 4-way fuck moved quickly out of the way 3; though the 8-year-old was snagged by one of the guests, joining the 11-year-old that the man had originally chosen.

"Now, Silus," said Lurco with a chuckle; "you shall prove yourself worthy of our decadent little group by performing sexual acts that would scandalize our more inhibited countrymen. I shall give the instructions, though I will gladly accept suggestions from our other members about what you shall be required to do, and with which boy or boys."

"Have him suck the boy's cock!" called out one man.

"Have that one fuck Silus from behind 3; while he rims the asshole of my boy here!" said another.

"Take on four at once," said another to Silus. "One cock in your mouth, one in your ass, and jacking a cock in each hand!"

"I think Silus should have his bare ass spanked by a little boy, just as mine was during my initiation!" said Regulus.

The men all laughed, while Silus blushed with a combination of embarrassment and excitement. All of the men, Silus included, continued gulping at their wine.

"Patience!" bellowed Lurco. "For a start. Silus, you shall strip nude and show off that beautiful stiff cock of yours! And to display of your devotion to boy-love you shall begin with 3;"

Chapter 3

He bade farewell to each of the naked slave-boys who had been his co-workers at the orgy. For three hours that afternoon they had fulfilled the erotic desires of seven aristocratic boy-lovers, gathered at the country villa of an immensely wealthy Roman businessman. After the orgy was finished, the guests had departed 3; some taking a boy of their own, whom they'd brought to show off and share. The remaining boys, most of them concubines of the villa's owner, relaxed and joked among themselves about the afternoon's sexual exploits, as they ate the left-overs of exotic food and drank watered-down wine. An impatient voice called from outside the slave quarters. "Hey, kid! So are you gonna keep me waiting all day?" It was the red-headed slave named Britannicus, who had brought Yosef earlier that day from the nearby city of Tusculum. Though only 15, Britannicus was well into adolescent maturity. He was too sexually developed to participate in his master's orgies 3; having been a favorite at such events in his younger years.

As Yosef slipped a rough woolen tunic over his naked body, the villa's butler, Darius, came over to him. "You served quite well, lad. I have already paid your master for your service, but here is bonus for him, and a note praising your talents." He handed Yosef a small cloth pouch that jingled with coins. The boy slipped its drawstring around his neck and tucked the pouch inside his tunic. He smiled brightly, flattered by the praise and happy for his master's financial gain.

Yosef waved good-bye to the slave-boys and climbed up beside Britannicus on the donkey-cart. "Hi, Britto!" he said the older boy.

"Hi, Yosef! So was the orgy everything I said it would be?"

"Gods! It was that and much more," said the youngster, bubbling with excitement. "I had my cock sucked by almost every one of those men, and by many of the boys too. Before today, I'd never gotten sucked by anyone 3; ever! And I fucked two of the men in the ass! Can you believe it? A slave fucking a Roman aristocrat! Naturally, I sucked a bunch of men and boys myself, and got my ass well-fucked. It was so nice getting a fuck from a boy my own age!"

Yosef proceeded to give a full account of the orgy. He told how the ten resident concubines – well-trained slave boys aged 8 to 14 – began the orgy by servicing each man individually and in turn, utilizing an amazing variety of sexual techniques. As one guest was being elaborately pleasured, the other men watched 3; lounging on couches and being themselves served by one or two of the other boys. The ever-changing sexual combinations of multiple boys (as many as six at once!) serving one man were remarkably inventive, the product of thoughtful choreography by Darius and extensive rehearsal by the boys.

Yosef had only participated in the first of the set-pieces that began the orgy, spending most of his time circulating among the aristocrats, serving wine as the men became increasingly intoxicated, being fondled and kissed, sucking and being sucked.

The formality of the choreographed sexual combinations eventually devolved into random debauchery by the drunken men as the orgy progressed, and the host and guests seemed to be making an effort to violate nearly every possible taboo. (The only taboo they respected, it seemed, was that free adult men not have sex with other free adult men.)

Yosef recounted being given a blow-job by a kneeling middle-aged man, while two other boys stood on either side of him getting hand-jobs, and another youngster spanked the man's butt before fucking the aristocrat's asshole with a smooth ivory dildo.

Finally, he told how the host of the party – Lucius Flavius Lurco – knelt in a shallow pool as all ten of his young concubines stood on the pool's edge, holding their penises and directing their pee all over the man's corpulent nude body and into his mouth.

"Yeah; that sounds like the typical orgy for my master and his friends," said Britannicus with a chuckle.

"And here's the most amazing part. The most handsome of the aristocrats told he that he wants to buy me from my master! His name is Silus, and he's so kind and gentle. He even said he loves me! Of course he was really drunk when he said these things, so he might have forgotten all about it by now. But he promised that I would become his special companion and go with him everywhere! Can you imagine, Britto?"

"That would be something, alright," said the older lad, with a slight smirk in his tone. A promise made by a rich man to a slave was worthless. "But even if he buys you and makes you his favorite, there's something you need to understand about boy-lovers like my master and his friends. They're hot for us when we're young, but once your cock gets bigger, and you've got dark hairs growing on your upper lip and above your cock 3;" The teenager lifted his tunic to display his bush of dark-red public hair and his prodigiously-large penis and balls. " 3; they won't be so interested anymore. I still get called to my master's chambers sometimes, when he desires my particular talents, but he usually prefers his young pretty-boys."

"Yes; I know all about that. In fact, my own master has been talking about buying a younger boy for the tavern. That's why I'm so excited about being bought by Silus. When Master bought me to be his tavern-boy, I replaced a boy who was getting into maturity. Master sold him to a blacksmith, and he has to work so hard and in terrible heat during the summertime."

"Such is the life of slaves, pal," said Britannicus. "I've been pretty lucky so far, but you never know what fate the gods will bring. But hey; there's that grove of olive trees up ahead, where we had some fun on the way over this morning. Want to stop off again and fool around? I'd love to give you a fuck. How about it?"

"Gosh Britto," said the boy, "my asshole got a workout already today, and I still have to take care of customers when I get back to the tavern."

"Come on. I got so horny thinking about you and the other kids working in the orgy while I had to do boring chores. I'll be quick about it 3; and I'll rim you good with my tongue first. Besides; you're nice and stretched out from getting fucked at the orgy, so you'll be able to take my cock with no problem." Britannicus was slowly masturbating his penis to its full 10-inch [25 cm] erection.

"No, Britto. I really don't want to 3;"

"Shut up, kid," said Britannicus, as an angry growl replaced his friendly cajoling. "I'm gonna fuck you, and that's final. Unless you want me to do it rough, and ram my cock into you dry, you'll do like I say." His fingers clamped the back of Yosef's neck and pinched painfully.

"Ouch! OK! I'll do it!" yelped the boy.

Although Yosef had been getting fucked by men since he was a young boy, it was always painful to take a pounding from a cock as long a Britto's. Given that fact, it irked him to submit to a painful fucking by a mere slave. But submissive servility had become ingrained into Yosef's nature, and he had learned from an early age never to show displeasure. He manufactured a sultry expression as his hand began massaging the older boy's massive boner, and said in a convincingly seductive voice "Mmmm 3; your cock is going to feel so nice in my tight ass!"

"That's better," said Britannicus as he steered the donkey cart off the main road. "How about you start by getting my cock slippery?" He pushed Yosef's head down to the long stiff rod sticking up from his crotch.

Yosef pulled the foreskin down to fully expose the horny teenager's shiny purple cock-head, already leaking pre-cum. Licking his lips and opening his mouth in a wide "O" shape, Yosef dove onto the erection, taking several inches on the first plunge. His head began to bob up and down, taking more of the long phallus with each down-stroke, letting it slide deeply into his throat.

In a minute they were inside the grove, hidden from the road by the olive trees. Britannicus pulled Yosef's mouth off his cock and hopped down from the cart. "Your choice, boy, on your back or doggie-style."

"On my back is good," said Yosef. He pulled off his tunic and folded it into a pillow beneath his head as he lay on the soft springtime grass. He drew back his legs, flexing his anus open with well-practiced muscle control.

Britannicus knelt down and pushed Yosef's legs back even farther. As promised, he dipped his face down to the boy's asshole and began to lick, vigorously and deeply, making the boy gasp from the surge of pleasure. Then he sat back on his haunches, positioned his cock-head glistening with pre-cum and Yosef's saliva, and pushed it into the hole.

The first thrust drove the cock-head past the circle of muscle. Then his hips pushed forward again. Pulling back slightly, the next penetrated deeper, and each succeeding one drove a bit deeper yet, but for a time advanced no farther than about three-quarters of his cock's length. Yosef accepted these thrusts with ease, enjoying the warm glow he usually felt when a man fucked him.

"Oh, yeah!" moaned Britto as his hips moved in an easy rhythm. "I knew you'd be a good fuck – taking my cock without a whimper, but nice and snug 3; just the way a man likes it when he takes a slave-boy."

The older youth's arrogance 3; likening himself to the free men that Yosef serviced 3; annoyed the boy. But his expression and demeanor kept up the façade, acting as if there was nothing he would rather be doing than providing sexual service.

Then, suddenly, the horny teenager's lust surged, and he impulsively thrust deeply, slamming his cock to the hilt. A lightning-bolt of pain flashed inside the younger boy's guts, and it recurred each time Britto's cock bottomed out. Yosef knew enough not to cry out or complain. Instead he sought to encourage the older boy to go faster and cum quickly. His anal muscles squeezed tightly around the thrusting cock, and his fingers dug into Britto's butt cheeks.

"Oh, gods; you're so hot! Such a tight ass!" moaned the teenager as his hips began churning in piston-strokes, urgently driving him toward orgasm. "This is so fuckin' good!"

Yosef closed his eyes and directed his thoughts away from his pain. He concentrated on how it would be if the aristocrat Silus bought him 3; of living in a fine villa, no longer servicing multiple tavern customers every night, sleeping with the handsome young man in a soft bed, eating rich foods, wearing expensive clothing, and 3;

"Oh, shit! Oh, yeah! Here it cums!!" A gusher of hot semen spurted deep into Yosef's insides, and the boy's anus continued squeezing tightly as Britto's obscenely long cock made one last hard thrust.

"Damn! That was a good one!" said the youth as he stood up and stretched his muscles, thoroughly satiated by a fuck that lasted only a few minutes. He reached his hand down for Yosef to clasp and lifted the boy to his feet. Britannicus had no interest in snuggling with Yosef or giving the boy an orgasm. But he was cheerful and friendly the rest of the way into town, and for that Yosef was grateful.

After a slow bumpy ride through the countryside, and then through the outskirts of the town, the donkey cart came to a stop in front of the tavern.

"I hope you get hired for another orgy at my master's place, kid. You're pretty damned hot! See ya."

"Goodbye, Britto," said Yosef as he climbed down from the cart.

As he entered his master's tavern, Yosef could see that the usual late-afternoon flurry of business was well under way. There were fourteen men seated among the five tables, most of them regulars but a few strangers, as was usually the case. The owner and his wife were both doing serving duty, bringing goblets of wine and beer to the tables, and pouring refills from large pitchers.

"Ah, there you are, Boy!" said the tavern-keeper. "Thanks be to the gods that you're finally back!"

"Yes, Master," said Yosef. "I feel bad about being gone for so long." As he spoke, he was already pulling off his tunic. Since long before he's bought Yosef, it was the man's practice to have his tavern-boy work naked, providing a visual pleasure to the customers and advertising the boy's availability for sexual service.

"This is for you, Master," he said, pulling the small pouch from around his neck and handing it over.

The man emptied the contents onto his palm and raised his eyebrows in delighted surprise. There were ten sestertius coins, matching what the tavern-keeper had been paid in advance for the slave-boy's service 3; an amount equivalent to several days' pay for a soldier in the Roman legions. He pocketed the money and read the note that had been in the pouch, then looked up and smiled.

"It appears you pleased the aristocrats. I knew you'd do well! I shall definitely try to rent you out again. You brought me far more money than you would have working around here during the time you were gone. And after my expensive purchase today, I'll need the extra income."

"Your purchase, Master?"

Just then, the door to the back room opened. A regular customer – the neighborhood baker – emerged from the room, his face flushed and a grin on his lips. Beside him was a naked young boy, wiping splotches of semen from his face and chest, looking slightly queasy as he sniffed the sticky substance on his hand and touched his tongue to it.

Yosef was dumfounded for a moment. The 9-year-old boy had dark wavy hair and a tan complexion, much like Yosef's. And he would definitely be appealing to the eye of a man who admired boy-beauty. Yosef's eyes scanned down the lad's slender body, noting immediately that the little-boy penis above his small rounded scrotum was devoid of foreskin 3; blatantly displaying the cute glans. 'The boy is a Judean, like me!' he thought. And then is sank in: 'My replacement probably looks just like I did, years ago when Master bought me!'

"So how did the new boy do?" asked the tavern-keeper solicitously of the customer. Getting sexual relief from a slave-boy was perfectly common for Romans, and there was no hesitancy in talking about it openly.

"He did a serviceable job; good enough for the discounted price," said the baker as he sat back down at a table with his three companions, taking a swig from the ceramic goblet he'd left behind. "I had to finish off with my hand as he knelt in front of me, but he seems eager to learn. Not nearly as skilled as your expert cocksucker, of course." He winked at Yosef, who smiled back, proud of the compliment.

"Boy," said the tavern-keeper to Yosef, "this is my new boy." The man never used Yosef's real name, and almost invariably just called him 'Boy'.

Yosef nodded at the younger lad, who smiled back timidly.

"As I told you earlier," continued the tavern-keeper, "I'll need to replace you eventually, and I wanted to have plenty of time for you to break in the new boy. But, gods! I had no idea how green he would be! He doesn't know the first thing about sexual service. The first customer to take him to the back room tried to fuck him, but the kid raised such a squawk that I had to give the man his money back. And he's such a poor cocksucker that I'm only charging half-rate. And then there's his clumsiness at waiting tables!" He crooked his thumb over toward his plump wife across the room. "Your mistress had to whack his butt three different times for spilling wine. And then he broke a goblet! He'll get the strap for that after we close up tonight."

The little boy looked like he was about to cry. Yosef had an odd mixture of feelings toward this newcomer who'd been bought to replace him – both contempt for the incompetent know-nothing – and heart-rending pity for a scared and helpless lad.

"Come on, then. Let's all get back to work. Old-Boy," he said to Yosef, "you'll service any customer who wants a blow-job or a fuck. New-Boy 3; you'll only do hand-jobs until you're better trained."

In the remaining hours that the tavern was open, a total of eight men paid for sex with the two boys 3; more than average for the establishment, where the main business was in satisfying thirst. But several of the other customers pulled the new boy onto their laps to briefly fondle his naked body as he served their tables.

For a short time during the evening, both boys were entertaining customers at once in the back room 3; Yosef on his knees giving an expert suck to a man, and the new boy on his knees jacking another man's cock with both of his small hands. Yosef made a game of trying to guess when both men would cum, so that he could synchronize their orgasms. As he listened to the grunts and verbalizations of the new boy's man, he increased the oral stimulation on his own customer, holding the cock-head inside his throat and stimulating it with short twists and bobs of his head, as well as vibrations from his larynx.

"Open your mouth boy," said the younger lad's customer; "and drink my load when I cum." That wasn't supposed to be included in the price of a hand-job, but the boy was anxious to please. As his jerking hands drew forth the first spurt of semen, he wrapped his lips around the swollen purple cock-head and took it all. He gagged audibly, but didn't lose a drop. At nearly the same moment, Yosef was easily taking the other man's load of cum directly into his gullet.

At closing time the last customers were shooed out, and the owner, his wife, and his two slave-boys were cleaning up.

"Old-Boy," said the man, still not thinking to use Yosef's name. "I promised you money if you did well at the aristocrats' orgy." (Yosef had certainly not forgotten the promise, but he knew better than to demand his reward.) "So here you are; and you can keep the pouch too, in case you earn more." He handed the boy the same pouch that Yosef had brought from the villa, and inside was a tiny coin 3; a quadrans 3; the smallest denomination of Roman coinage (16 quadrans equaling one sestertius) and only a tiny fraction of the amount that Yosef's work at the villa had brought in. But it was the first money that Yosef had ever actually owned in his life, and he thanked his master humbly, kneeling down to kiss his hand.

"I have an errand for you to run, Old-Boy. Do you know the boy-brothel on the other side of the city, outside the wall near the army barracks?"

"I think so, Master," replied Yosef. He knew the area, and he would find the business when he got there.

"The brothel-keeper is a Syrian named Antiochus. Give him this note, and if I've judged correctly he will give you a package to bring back here. The tavern will be locked by the time you return, so take this key to let yourself in. Be quick about getting back."

Yosef pulled on the woolen tunic (his only garment) and the pair of ill-fitting old sandals that he rarely wore, and set out walking toward the opposite side of the small city of 10,000 residents. He kept to the main streets, which were sometimes lit by torches and were patrolled by home-guard soldiers. When he exited the gate at the east end of the walled city, he asked a patrolling soldier to direct him to the brothel of Antiochus the Syrian. The man eyed the boy with a wry smile and pointed him toward the entrance of an alley.

"You can't miss it," said the soldier. "Half-way down on the right, with a red-painted arch at its entrance, and a sign picturing a boy offering up his ass to be fucked."

Entering the doorway, Yosef found himself in a lamp-lit anteroom, its plaster walls painted with pornographic scenes of naked boys and men. Two dimly lit hallways branched off from the anteroom. Yosef thought at first to call out for the brothel-keeper, but decided just to look for him. He entered a hallway onto which opened seven private rooms that were not much larger than the bed that each contained, with thick curtains serving as doors. A hand-lettered sign hung on a nail outside the entrance of each room, stating a name, age, and price on one side, and the word 'occupied' on the other. The signs meant nothing Yosef, who was illiterate. Behind the closed curtains of three rooms, their signs turned to read 'occupied', Yosef could hear the slurping sounds of oral sex, the subtle slapping sound and squeaking bed-frames of fucking, as well as the grunts and sighs and murmured flatteries of boy-whores serving horny men.

As Yosef walked along the stone floor, his footsteps announced his presence to the occupants of rooms with open curtains. Before he arrived at their doors, they had assumed seductive poses as he looked inside. In the first room, a 13-year-old was kneeling upright on his bed, licking his lips, as he stroked his erect cock 3; then a pretty 11-year-old on his hands and knees, looking back over his shoulder toward the doorway, wiggling his upraised ass 3; and a 15-year-old hermaphrodite (whose posted price was the most expensive in the house) sitting on the bed, leaning back against the wall with legs spread wide, toying with the pert nipples of budding feminine breasts with one hand while the fingers of the other stroked along a handsome adolescent erection and dipped into a girl-slit where a normal boy's balls would have been.

The instant they saw Yosef, rather than a prospective customer, the boy-whores stopped their posing and shooed him away with a dismissive hand gesture. All except one boy whose sign read: "Marcus; 14 years; 1 sestertius". He had the look of a hard-life street kid, with beady eyes and a weak chin on a face that was made even less attractive by a nose that had been broken at some point in the past. Instead of posing for the presumed customer, he had looked bored, picking a morsel of food from his teeth with his fingernail. But when he saw Yosef, he smiled slyly and motioned for the other boy to come into his room.

"Turn the sign around and close the curtain behind you. We can fool around some," he said softly in a voice that wavered on the cusp of its adolescent change. His fingers slid his foreskin up and down, quickly stiffening his dick to an erection that was larger than Yosef's, with a smattering of dark hairs sprouting at its base.

After staring silently for a few moments, Yosef shook his head 'no' and kept walking.

"Hey! You!" The shout came from a man walking quickly toward him from the direction Yosef had come. He was dressed in a long robe, had a beard that had been curled in the eastern style, and had gaudy rings on all his fingers. "If you're a thief, I'll bust your head," he said in a thick accent. From a pocket hidden in a fold of his robe he pulled out a short hardwood truncheon.

"No, sir! Honest!" said the boy, quickly raising his hands up.

The man came closer and quickly patted the front of Yosef's tunic to make sure he wasn't hiding anything underneath. He put the truncheon away and lifted the hem of the tunic, brazenly examining Yosef's genitals, pleasantly surprised to note his circumcised penis. "You want work, then? I can use a boy with your looks. You get a place to sleep and free food, and the chance to earn some money if you're a good worker. Are you free or slave?"

"I'm a slave, sir; owned by Bassus, the tavern-keeper, over by the West Gate. He sent me to find Antiochus the Syrian."

"Yeah, that's me. I know of your master. So what does he want of me?"

Yosef handed him the note. The man read it by the light of the oil lamp on a nearby shelf. "Hmmm. Yeah, I can spare it. I used them for breaking in a beginner a couple weeks ago, but I'm not using them right now. Your master offers a fair price for a week's rental, and he has a good reputation in the city. Did you bring the money with you?"

"No, sir." Yosef still didn't even know what he was picking up.

"Then I'll send one of my boys back with you to get payment up front. I'm a trusting man, but I'm not a fool."

"Of course, sir."

"Mouse! Get dressed and come out here. I have an errand for you."

The homely 14-year-old came out of his room, pulling a patched and ill-fitting tunic down over his head.

Yosef suppressed a grin. The boy's nickname was amusingly accurate.

"Sure, Boss," said the boy, affecting a casual swagger in his voice and gait. "Whatta ya need?"

"Do you know where I keep the box of stretching plugs?" The youth nodded. "Put it in a sack and follow this boy to his master's tavern. Exchange it for 3 denarii and return here without dawdling."

"OK, Boss," he said, and turned to Yosef. "This way, kid."

From a storage cabinet at the back of the building, the boy retrieved a well-crafted wooden box. As he opened it, Yosef was looking over his shoulder. Fitted perfectly into a cleverly designed rack were four butt plugs and four penis-shaped dildos, all finely-crafted of ivory, and arranged in ascending order of size. The smallest was barely larger than a finger (though considerably thicker), while the largest was the length of an average man's cock. The boy then lifted the rack out to reveal three more pairs of butt plugs and dildos, continuing the size progression. The largest dildo was as thick as any cock Yosef had ever serviced, and its corresponding plug was a good bit thicker at its widest point.

"I had to wear these bastards last year when the boss gave me the job," said Mouse. "Having those big ones up my ass sure was so uncomfortable and weird; but hey, they really worked. It actually felt good to be fucked by a man with a fat cock after keeping that whopper inside me for a whole day. How about you? Did you ever have to wear stretchers?"

"Yeah, but it was so long ago that I barely remember," said Yosef. He preferred not to think about his life before he was bought by the tavern-keeper, at the age of 8.

"Well; let's go then. Lead the way. I'm Mouse, by the way 3; or at least that's what I've always been called. Who are you?"

"Yosef, slave of Bassus." They clasped each other's forearm. "So you're free?"

"Yeah, not that it makes much difference. I ran away from home 3; well, they kinda kicked me out too 3; and I eventually ended up working here for the Syrian. I don't get all that many customers, so I hardly ever make money. The Syrian's deal with us is that he keeps all of the take from the first three customers of the day, and then we start getting a one-fifth share for each customer we service after that. I've only had one customer so far tonight, so there was no way I was going to get any pay. Might as well have a stroll through my old stomping grounds in the city."

They re-entered the city gate and followed the way Yosef had come. "I'd still like to fool around with you," Mouse said. "Want to find a place to suck each other's cock?"

What an amazing day this was turning out to be, Yosef thought to himself. Before today, he had rarely left his master's tavern in five long years of working there. But the last 12 hours had taken him on an incredible journey of sexual adventure, and it wasn't over yet. "Sure," said Yosef with a grin, thinking how different and yet so similar he was to this self-assured free-boy who chose to work in a brothel. "But we need to be quick. Master wants me back as soon as possible."

"No problem. Follow me." Mouse led him a little farther down the main street, then into a dim alley lined with closed-up shops, and then a short way into an even darker passageway, too narrow for a cart. Mouse stopped and put down the sack containing the box.

"This is a good place," he said, as grabbed hold of Yosef's arm and pulled him close. Mouse reached down under Yosef's short tunic, moving his hand up the boy's thigh and then to his soft penis.

"I've never played with a cock like yours before," he murmured, as his fingers toyed with the circumcised dick, feeling it stiffen to a slender 4.5-inch [11 cm] erection. "Feel me up too," he told the slave, and lifted up the front of his own tunic.

Yosef's hand went right to the other boy's crotch, wrapping around a dick that was already stiff and throbbing with energy. The slave-boy's hand stroked the pubescent boner, 5.5 inches [14 cm] long and a shapely girth, moving the foreskin back and forth over the prominent cock-head.

With their breaths and heartbeats quickening, each boy jacked the other's cock, their arousal feeding off the other's pleasure and excitement.

"Mmmm 3; so nice," whispered the free-boy, his lips right next to Yosef's ear. "Let's rub 'em together now." He released Yosef's cock, and his hands went around to grasp the boy's butt, pulling their crotches together. As the two boy-boners slid against each other, Mouse's lips brushed against Yosef's. "Give me some tongue," said the older boy in a low voice that was playful yet demanding. In an instant, they were aggressively tongue-kissing, and their bodies were grinding together in a dance of lust.

"Get down and suck me," said Mouse at last. "Let's see how fast you can make me shoot. And when it's my turn, I'll give you the best blow-job you ever had."

Yosef sank to his knees. As Mouse held up the front of his tunic with one hand, his other hand caressed Yosef's hair. Yosef took the young-adolescent boner in his hand and lowered his mouth onto the cock-head. He licked and sucked at the glans, pushing the foreskin up and teasing it with his lips and tongue. Then his fingers let go of the stiff dick, and his lips slid all the way down the shaft until they pressed against the sparse hairs at its base.

"Ahhh 3; yeah!" groaned the brothel-boy. "Suck my cock! Suck it good!" His hips nudged forward, and his hand pulled Yosef's head closer.

Meanwhile 3; back at the tavern 3;

"New-Boy! Follow me up to my room."

"Yes, Master," said the still-naked boy in a high pitched innocent sounding voice.

They entered the man's upstairs room, a combination office and bedroom. His wife was already asleep in her bedroom down the hall.

"Help me off with my tunic, Boy." The lad assisted the man with pulling the linen garment off. The tavern-keeper was naked underneath. "Stand up on the bed, Boy, and clasp your hands behind your head."

The boy did as he was instructed, and the man began running both hands over the 9-year-old's small slender body. The master's desire grew as he caressed the slave-boy's shoulders and arms, his soft legs and tight buttocks 3; and then fondled the pre-pubescent dick and the tiny balls in their soft rounded scrotum. He coaxed the little penis to stiffness, admiring the beauty of the sexy 3-inch [7.5 cm] boy-cock. The man's fingertips brushed gently up and down along the stiff shaft and shapely little glans of the circumcised penis, drawing barely-audible sighs of pleasure from the boy. Then his hands circled the boy's waist and cupped the smooth little butt. He drew the boy closer, so that the immature boner was pressing against the man's belly.

"Put your arms around my neck, Boy."

"Yes, Master."

Their mouths were at exactly the same level, and close enough to feel each other's hot breath.

"Do you know how to kiss, Boy?"

The young slave-boy smiled brightly – his first authentic show of happiness in the long anxiety-filled day. "Oh yes, Master!" He hugged the man's neck as he brought his lips to the man's mouth. The first soft gentle kisses gradually grew in intensity until their tongues were wrestling together hungrily.

"Ah, very nice!" sighed the man as he broke the kiss. "Now kneel down and suck me. Make my cock hard!"

The boy sank to his hands and knees on the bed, dipping his head down to the man's flaccid cock. He had only a vague idea of how to pleasure a stiff penis, never having tried to perform the act until that day. But he knew even less about how to service one that was soft. He took it in his hand and brought it between his lips, licking softly.

"Suck harder!" said the man. "And use your hand!"

The boy tried, clumsily, not having much of a clue of what to do.

The man closed his eyes. Maybe if he could imagine that it was Yosef's mouth doing the sucking 3; but he knew it was no use. Looking down, he saw the boy anxiously trying to rouse the persistently limp penis. He clenched his teeth in frustration. How could his mind feel lust and desire, while his stupid dick remained soft? He had the excuse, of course, of being an old man. At 54 years he had outlived most of his contemporaries. But he was in no mood for making excuses to himself. Feeling exasperated his own body's failure and angry at the boy's incompetence, he pushed the lad away.

"The other boy can make me hard every time," he grumbled. (It was almost true.) "You'd better learn well from him, and quickly. But now it's time for your punishment for breaking that goblet today. Turn yourself so your butt is facing me, and raise it up; chest down."

The boy hastened to obey. But as he got into position, his body was starting to tremble with apprehension.

The tavern-keeper walked over to get the punishment strap that hung from a nail on the wall. He held its wooden handle in his right hand and slapped the short, thick length of belt-leather against his left palm 3; just hard enough to make the desired sound.

"You'll learn to be more careful, won't you boy?" he said, as the first stroke came down. SMACK!

The boy gasped, with a sharp intake of breath from behind clenched teeth, followed quickly by "Yes, Master!"

"No more broken goblets or spilled wine." SMACK!

"OUCH! I mean YES, MASTER!"

SMACK!

"Don't cry out 3;" SMACK! " 3; or I'll keep on whipping you 3;" SMACK! " 3;until you learn 3;" SMACK! " 3; how to take it 3;" SMACK! " 3; like a proper slave." SMACK!

The boy's body was shaking with each blow of the strap, and tears streamed from his eyes. He bit down on the blanket into which his face was buried, trying his best not make a sound, other than to repeat "Yes, Master!" in a trembling voice. But he couldn't completely muffle the yelps and cries escaping his throat as the leather strap came down on his upraised buttocks.

The tavern-keeper wasn't whipping at full-strength. He had no intention of bruising the boy. Moreover, he was distracted 3; his left hand occupied at stroking his penis, feeling it rise up in erection. He had always felt a slight twinge of guilt that his cock was aroused by the stimulus of whipping a boy, but he easily rationalized it. The pleasure of a master counted for infinitely more than the pain of a slave. And in any case, he had made it his practice, for as long as he had owned slave-boys, to only whip them when they deserved it.

After about 20 medium-intensity spanks across the boy's now-reddened butt, the man put down the strap and dipped his fingers into the bowl of olive oil on the table next to the bed. He smoothed it onto his erection, with several firm hand-strokes to keep it stiff, then wiped his fingers at the entrance of the boy's asshole.

With his lust enflamed and his phallus stiff, he intended to get his pleasure with a fuck. He had cum inside Yosef's ass early that morning, and two fucks in a single day would be an accomplishment that his feeble penis hadn't achieved in quite a while. Holding his cock in his hand, the man hurriedly jammed it against the lad's tight virgin anus, feeling triumph as the cock-head penetrated.

"OUCH! Master! OUCH! Please stop! PLEASE!" yelped the boy with loud pathetic wailing.

"Shit!" grumbled the man, as his cock rapidly deflated and popped out of the boy's ass, and his lust evaporated in an instant. The tavern-keeper slapped boy's butt a single time, hard, with his open palm. "Get up, you sorry excuse for a slave. And get out of my sight."

The man acknowledged to himself that this fiasco was largely his own doing. But he wouldn't let his slave-boy know that. Better to keep him on his toes and anxious to do better next time.

Later that night 3;.

As the two boys entered the tavern, Yosef led them directly to his master's room.

"I've returned, Master," Yosef called softly from outside the closed door. There was no reply, so he knocked gently. "Master? The brothel-keeper sent his boy to collect the money for the tools."

The man had fallen asleep, and grumbled as he got up from his bed, dressed in a nightshirt. "Wait there," he called out, as he took the cash box from its hiding place and removed three denarius coins, then hid the box away again. "Enter."

"Here are the tools, Master," said Yosef, taking the box from Mouse and opening it to display the contents.

"Yes 3; very nice," said the man, picking up a dildo that was the approximate length of his own erect cock, and running his hand along its length. "Very nice indeed!" He offered the coins to Mouse. "Tell your master I give him my thanks, and that the stretchers will be returned in their present condition and on time."

"He ain't my master, sir," said Mouse. "I'm free, and he's my boss." He took the three silver coins in his hand, jiggled them, and then lifted up the front of his tunic to put the money in a hidden pocket sewn on the inside of his tunic, at waist-level. For a brief time, his genitals were on full display.

The tavern-keeper wasn't shy about ogling the boy's cock, which was as attractive as the lad's face was plain.

"You like it, sir?" he said, raising the hem back up and fingering his penis, pulling back his foreskin to show the shapely glans. "I'll stay a while and give you good service if you like. Only one sestertius, and you can do whatever you fancy with my mouth and ass and cock. Or maybe me and your slave-boy could put on a sex-show for you, while you relax and wank yourself off. Whatta ya say?"

The man raised up his eyebrows at the boy's presumptuous bravado. But that last suggestion 3; the two boys putting on an erotic display for him while he masturbated 3; did indeed sound enjoyable. The thought of watching his boy suck the young teenager's cock and then take it up his ass 3; that would get the old juices flowing! But he was tired, and it made no sense to spend his good money watching a homely street-kid having sex when he now owned two beautiful slave-boys who would do his bidding for free.

"Bah! Get out of my tavern you impertinent little scamp," said the man in a voice that betrayed his amusement.

Mouse shrugged, lowered the hem of his tunic, and scooted out the door.

"Follow him to make sure he doesn't take anything, and lock the door behind him. Then come back here."

"Yes, Master."

Yosef did as instructed. But before returning to his master's room, he removed his tunic and was stroking his penis to stiffness as he climbed the stairs. When he presented himself to his master, he was just the way the man liked – his body nude and his cock erect.

"Not tonight, Boy," said the man, smiling warmly to acknowledge the boy's readiness to please. "I want you to go to the new boy. You need to train him well in how to serve, starting tonight. Do you know how the stretchers work?"

"I think so, Master. I was trained with them before I came to be your slave."

"I remember 3; you hardly needed any training at all in the duties of a tavern-boy 3; unlike this new boy! We need to start from the beginning with him. Use the smallest plug in him tonight, lubricated with olive oil before you slide it in. In the morning, after you remove it, use the smallest dildo to fuck him well, and then put in the next larger plug for him to wear during the day. Use any spare time, tonight and in the morning, to train him in the use of his mouth. If he needs motivation, you have my permission to spank his butt 3; bare hand only."

The man held out his arms, and Yosef hugged him, kissing his master's lips.

"Goodnight, Boy."

"Goodnight, Master." He turned to leave.

"One more thing," said the tavern-keeper. "When you come up to my room at the usual time tomorrow morning, bring him along. He should observe how you serve me 3; and maybe I'll have the two of you put on a show for me, as that brothel-boy described.

"Yes, Master."

Chapter 4

When he came into the tavern's back room, Yosef heard soft whimpering from the youngster who lay curled up on the narrow bed. Yosef surveyed the boy's small naked body. His skin was the same all-over tan as Yosef's own 3; except for the boy's buttocks, which glowed red in the lamp light. The new tavern-boy's clumsiness earlier that day had evidently earned him a session with Master's punishment strap.

"Hey you! Boy!" barked Yosef. "What do you think you're doing on my bed?" This was the first time in his life that Yosef had authority over another slave, and he couldn't resist using it.

The startled boy stumbled in a rush to get off the bed, falling onto his face on the stone floor. "I'm sorry, Master!" he cried. "I won't do it again! Please don't whip me, Master!"

"Oh, gods! You ARE a greenhorn, aren't you?" said Yosef. He put down the lamp and box, offered the younger boy a hand, and lifted him to his feet. "For starters, I'm not your master, so don't ever call me that. We'd both get whipped if Master heard to say it to me. I'm a slave just like you. But Master told me I'm supposed to be your teacher, and I can spank you if it would help you learn. How about you call me 'sir' for now? And when you've earned my respect, you can call me by my name – Yosef.

"Yes, sir," said the boy softly. He wiped his hand across his tear-stained cheeks, and then at the snot leaking from his nose.

"So; tell me your name," continued Yosef. "When we worked together for a time this evening, we didn't speak even a word to each other." In fact, Yosef was surprised to hear the lad speaking unaccented Latin. He had presumed that the new boy was only recently enslaved and that Master had bought him fresh off the boat. Looking at the boy's penis, shorn of its foreskin, he had fully expected to hear the boy speaking the language from the land of Yosef's own birth, a tongue that Yosef barely remembered.

"My mistress 3; I mean the lady who used to be my mistress 3; she named me Cupid. But Mama told me that my birth name in the old-country was Caleb."

"Cupid's a sissy name," said Yosef authoritatively. "I'll call you Caleb then 3; and Master will just call you Boy. You sure don't seem to know much. How is it that a slave- boy wouldn't know how to pleasure a man's cock with his mouth or be able take a boner up his ass? I'm supposed to teach you those things, but it sure would have been easier if your previous master had broken you in. So what's your story? Tell me about your life before Master bought you."

Yosef sat down on the bed, but Caleb remained standing. "Come on!" said the older boy in a friendly voice. "It's ok to sit down on my bed. I was just fooling with you before." Caleb sat slowly, wincing slightly from the soreness of his spanked butt.

"Well 3; until yesterday, I was a slave in the house of Opelia Caesonia, over on the north side of the city, just outside the wall. She's a widow lady who lives with two maiden relatives. Mama is one of her house-slaves 3; in fact, now she's the only one. Mama said that Mistress has been in need of money, and she's had to sell her slaves. First to go was the eunuch, Aesop 3; then a house-maid, Eumelia 3; and then me."

"So what were your duties in this house of women?" asked Yosef, trying to imagine living with only females 3; and with a eunuch who might as well be a woman.

"Mostly I waited on my mistress and her cousin and niece. Whatever they told me to do. I'd fan them hour after hour when the weather was hot. And bring them things, like fetching the chamber pot and cleaning it out after. When they took their daily baths, I would strip and get in the water with them, and they enjoyed fondling me as I washed them. On cold nights, I'd sleep in the bed of my mistress to keep her warm with my body." Then he beamed with pride and said: "I became well-skilled at pleasuring a woman's nether parts with my tongue and fingers!"

"Ha! A lot of good that'll be for servicing customers here at the tavern." laughed Yosef. "Every last one is a man!" Then a thought occurred to him. "On the other hand, Master's wife will probably love it. She sometimes calls me to her room to pleasure her with my tongue." Yosef grimaced even at the mention. "So if you can take over that particular duty, I'll be grateful!"

"I would like that, sir!" said the boy, bright-eyed and enthusiastic.

"Hold on, kid. Mistress calls me to her bed once or twice a month. You'll be servicing men a half-dozen times a day." Yosef's eyes scanned down the newcomer's little-boy body, and he reached over to feel the lad's circumcised penis. "You've got a bare-headed dick like mine. You're a Judean, right?"

"That's what Mama told me."

"There was a terrible war in the homeland," said Yosef as his mind tried to retrieve fragments of his earliest memories. "And it was a long voyage coming here, across the great sea." Yosef still had nightmares about the chaos and fear at the end of the great rebellion, when those Judeans who weren't massacred had been exiled throughout the Empire as slaves.

"I don't remember," said Caleb. "I guess I was just a baby."

"So how old are you now?"

"Nine years, sir."

"You're plenty old enough to do everything required of a tavern-boy," said Yosef; "and that means getting your ass stretched enough to take a fuck from a big cock." He reached for the wooden box and opened it, revealing the ivory dildos and butt plugs of progressively larger sizes. The smallest dildo was artfully carved to resemble the erection of a boy just entering puberty. The largest was longer than as any cock Yosef had ever serviced. Each dildo was matched with a butt plug of equivalent length but of considerably thicker girth. The plugs were narrow at the top, had a bulbous middle, and narrowed again just before spreading to the wide base that held it securely in a boy's ass. There were seven matched pairs; one set for each day of a standard one-week course of stretching.

"Lie back on the bed and pull your legs to your chest."

Caleb did as instructed, exposing a small, clean asshole of the same light-tan skin as the rest of his body. Yosef knelt on the floor beside the bed and brought his hands to the boy's butt. The skin was hot from his recent spanking with Master's strap, but there were no bruises or welts. Bringing his face down, Yosef extended his tongue and licked slowly across the boy's cute little hole. Caleb gasped with surprise, and then sighed with pleasure as the older boy's tongue went to work on the sensitive anal flesh.

"Do you know how to unclench your hole, Boy?" asked Yosef, raising his head.

"I'll try, sir." But Caleb did just the opposite, squeezing his anal muscle even tighter.

"No! Push out; don't pull in. Try again."

This time the pucker winked open slightly, and Yosef's tongue probed into it.

"Oh! Oh, yes!" the boy moaned. "It feels amazing what you're doing!"

"I figured you'd like that," said Yosef as he rose up. He took the smallest dildo, an ivory duplicate of a boy's stiff penis, mounted on a small wooden handle. The ivory segment was 4 inches [10cm] in length and the diameter of a man's thumb. Yosef poured a small amount of olive oil onto his hand, slathering it onto the business-end of the dildo and wiped the rest onto Caleb's ass. Then he positioned it at the entrance of young boy's hole and eased it in slowly. "Push out like before," Yosef instructed.

As the probe slipped into his anus, Caleb's eyes lit up and he smiled at the older boy. "It doesn't hurt!" he said. "It feels a little strange 3; but it doesn't hurt at all."

Yosef began fucking the compact dildo in the boy's hole, sliding it back and forth so Caleb could feel the sensations of a dick inside him. Without being touched, the younger boy's penis pulsed up into a slender little erection. Yosef eyed the finger-sized rod for a moment, finding it beautiful in appearance and surprisingly erotic in its straining stiffness. As he continued to fuck the boy with the dildo, Yosef dipped his head down, taking the cock's circumcised head into his mouth, running his tongue around it, and slid his lips and tongue down its length.

Though far more experienced with sucking off men's cocks, Yosef was thrilled by the special eroticism of giving oral pleasure to an eager 9-year-old. As he continued to work the ivory toy inside the boy's ass, Yosef sucked the boner aggressively, giving Caleb the first blow-job of his life.

Caleb squealed with excitement as the sensations continued to build inside him. Yosef sucked faster along the immature penis, working his tongue lasciviously all around the slender morsel of sex-flesh. Suddenly, Caleb's pelvis arched up with sexual energy, and his hands grasped the older boy's head, pulling Yosef's mouth tightly onto the spasming boy-cock. The youngster's body went rigid, as the dry orgasm coursed through him with shuddering tremors.

The boy sank back onto the bed, feeling little aftershocks of orgasm. Yosef gave the stiff little penis a few more licks and nibbles, while he worked the dildo in slow twists and strokes. Then the older boy sat back and slowly removed the sex-toy from Caleb's ass.

"That's how to give a blow-job, kid," he said with a note of arrogance. "Now let's see how well you can suck me off. And here's something to keep in your ass while you do." Yosef took the smallest butt plug from the box and eased it into Caleb's hole, which was still slippery with oil. The boy scrunched his face as the bulbous part of the tool passed slowly through the tight circle of anal muscle, but then smiled when his asshole was clenched around the narrow portion just above the wide base.

"It feels 3; kind of good. I like how it makes me feel warm and tingly inside!" said Caleb, happily.

"OK; switch places with me," said Yosef; "and take my dick in your mouth."

As the younger boy got onto his knees on the floor, Yosef sat down on the bed and leaned back with his legs spread.

"Make my cock stiff, slave, and then suck it good!" Having received that sort of command countless times over the years, Yosef delighted in issuing the order to a boy of even lower status than he.

"Yes, sir," said Caleb obediently, in a sweet, high voice. He fondled the older boy's penis with stroking fingers, watching with fascination as it stiffened to a youthful erection.

"Lick the head first," instructed Yosef, and nodded his approval as the boy lapped at the glans like a happy dog. "Now, lick down the shaft and suck on my balls." Caleb did as he was ordered, as Yosef gave him instructions for sucking and licking each orb separately, then both together. "That's enough with my balls; now wet your lips and slide them over the cock-head 3;. Yeah; like that. Don't let your teeth scrape it! Run your tongue all around the top 3;. Now take it deeper into your mouth. Move your lips up and down, like I was doing to you; a little father down with each bob of your head; keep working your tongue 3;. Yeah; that's it! Keep going all the way down 'til your lip touches my belly. Take it all!"

As the nearly-adolescent erection poked at the back of Caleb's mouth, the boy gagged instinctively and pulled off. "Sorry!" he said meekly.

"Get it back in your mouth and try again," said Yosef firmly. "Taking it into deep is something you're expected to do when you service a customer. Just go slow and try to relax. Now try again."

The boy tried several more times, unsuccessfully, to overcome his gag reflex, and he was almost in tears with frustration.

"I can't do it!" Caleb whined.

"I think you need some motivation," said Yosef with a sly half-grin. "Get up and lay across my lap."

It took a moment for the younger boy to realize what was about to happen.

"No! Don't spank me! Please! I'll try again! I'll be good!"

"Don't argue with me, slave!" Yosef barked. "Just do what you're told!"

"Yes, sir," said Caleb meekly.

Yosef sat up straight on the bed with his legs together and drew the naked little boy face-down across his lap. He maneuvered him into the same position that Master used in the many times that Yosef himself had been disciplined, with both their cocks rubbing together. Although he felt some sympathy for his fellow-slave, Yosef also felt – for the first time in his life – the thrill of wielding punishment. And he knew that this spanking was justified and would ultimately be beneficial in teaching his young student this essential skill as a cock-sucking tavern-boy.

Caleb's stiff little penis was pressing against Yosef's own erection, and his beautiful, slender buttocks still glowed pink from his previous whipping in Master's bedroom. The first swat of Yosef's open hand came down hard and fast, and the sharp sound echoed off the walls 3; followed quickly by a high-pitched yelp of pain.

Yosef paused, savoring the moment, as his hand moved over the soft warm buttocks 3; and then spanked the already-sore butt again, this time with five wacks in quick succession.

Caleb began crying out almost immediately, loudly begging for the misery to end.

"Shut up, boy!" ordered Yosef, as he stopped spanking. "When you get a spanking from Master, you'll need to stay silent unless he tells you otherwise. Sometimes it pleases him to hear you beg for mercy, but he'll tell you directly on those times. So grit your teeth and learn how to take it without complaining."

"Yes, sir," whimpered the boy, as he clenched his jaw firmly.

The spanking came again in another brief flurry, but this time Caleb remained almost silent. Yosef was satisfied and let the boy up.

"Alright. Try again to take my cock all the way." Yosef's erection was fully stiff, and he was eager to thrust it into Caleb's mouth. "And when you're comfortable taking my boner, you can start practicing with a dildo that's bigger."

The instruction continued for nearly an hour. Caleb tried his best to learn, and he slowly became more proficient.

"Time for me to go to sleep now," Yosef said at last. "We need to get up at dawn to perform our regular morning services for Master, and I dare not oversleep again." He looked through the box of dildos and butt plugs before pulling out one of each. "Tell you what. These are about the length of Master's cock. Let's see if you can take this plug in your ass all night. And you can practice sucking this dildo and teach your throat to accept it without gagging."

Yosef extracted the small butt plug that had been inside Caleb's ass, and this time the boy sighed with pleasure as the widest part slid through the anal muscle. Yosef oiled and inserted the medium-size plug, the fourth largest among the seven sizes. Yosef was a bit hesitant about not following the proper sequence for stretching the boy's ass, but he hoped that Master would be pleased with the quicker result, so he took the chance.

"My ass feels so full!" said the little boy; "but it's OK." He stood up and moved somewhat awkwardly, and then he grinned at his young instructor. "In fact, it's already feeling pretty good!"

"Then work on sucking the dildo for a while. I'll wake you in the morning."

Several hours later 3;

Yosef's eyes opened before the first calls of the neighborhood roosters. He became aware instantly that Caleb was sharing the narrow bed, spooning the older boy from behind. As Yosef turned around, his morning erection pressed against Caleb's warm body, and his hand slid along the naked youngster's soft butt and thigh.

"Wake up, boy," he said softly, as he his hand moved to Caleb's crotch and toyed gently with the little boy's penis and balls.

The 9-year-old yawned and rubbed his eyes. "Good morning, sir!" he said cheerily. "I kept the plug in my bottom-hole all through the night, and I practiced sucking the dildo after you went to sleep, just like you told me."

"Good lad!" said Yosef, and he impulsively gave the boy a gentle kiss on the lips.

Caleb smiled. He wrapped his arms around the older boy and returned the kiss, with much more intensity, flicking his tongue into the 13-year-old's mouth.

"You little scamp!" said Yosef. "I might just have to give you a quick fuck right now to see how well the tool stretched your asshole."

"OK!" said the youngster. "I think I would like that, sir!"

As Yosef pulled out the plug, he observed the dreamy look on Caleb's face, even as the plump middle portion stretched the hole as it slid through.

"I think you might be a natural for taking a fuck, kid. Lay face-down, and let me try you out."

Caleb rolled onto his belly, spread his legs, and tilted his ass up invitingly. Yosef spit on his hand and stroked it onto his cock. As he got into position behind the boy, he slowly twisted two fingers into the dilated asshole. They slid in easily. When Yosef thrust his slender cock in, there wasn't a bit of resistance or sign of pain from the boy.

"Oooo! That feels so good!" Caleb squealed. Looking back over his shoulder and grinning, he added "I like it when you fuck me, sir!"

Yosef liked it too, and he began thrusting fast and hard. Although he couldn't yet spurt cum, he was well-acquainted with the joys of orgasm. And since the orgy at the aristocrat's villa on the previous day, he now knew the special pleasure of being on top for a good fuck, after half a lifetime of being a bottom-boy prostitute. Yosef's hips drove his cock with piston-strokes into the younger boy's warm slippery asshole, and the sound of skin slapping against skin was soon drowned out beneath the rising crescendo of grunts and moans of pleasure coming from both lads.

Yosef's torso arched up as sexual climax rushed through him, and then he collapsed heavily onto Caleb's back, breathing hard. The little boy's slender butt pushed up against him and wiggled erotically from side to side.

"Squeeze your ass-muscle on my cock," Yosef murmured in Caleb's ear. "A customer likes to feel that after he's fucked you and his cock is still inside your butt. Mmmm, yeah; like that!" Yosef revelled in the delicious sensations for a few long moments, moving his penis back and forth through the clenching muscle. Then he reluctantly pulled out his still-erect cock and hopped up to his feet.

"Come on, kid. Put on your tunic, and I'll show you where the neighborhood fountain is. We need to get a bucket of water. First thing when we get back is to wash ourselves; then we take the bucket up to Master's bedroom."

As they headed out the door into the narrow alley that ran beside the tavern, they both relieved their bladders into the gutter, playfully crossing their steams of urine and giggling as they did. Peeing in the alley was far preferable to using the stinking privy that was shared with the residents of several nearby buildings.

There were several other slaves at the fountain, likewise filling buckets. Yosef spoke to those he knew, introducing the younger boy to them.

"He'll be popular with the customers, I'll wager," cackled a toothless old house-slave who lived nearby. "And you, lad," he said to Yosef; "where are you off to, now that your master has a new boy?"

Yosef hesitated a moment before answering. He'd been uneasy about this very question, ever since Master had first expressed an interest in buying a younger boy. But he answered confidently: "I'm not going anywhere. Master says he wants two tavern boys." Then, with less certainty, he added: "But I guess a slave never knows anything for sure."

On the way back to the tavern, Yosef saw a familiar figure approaching from the other direction, carrying a bucket. It was Eleni, a 13-year-old girl-slave owned by the merchant whose shop was across the alley from the tavern. She was wearing an ankle-length tunic of expensive diaphanous material, which nicely displayed the shape of her barely-adolescent body.

"Good day to you, Yosef!" she said in a thick Greek accent. "Do you like my new garment?" Her hands slid down the sides of her torso, pulling the fabric tighter around her chest to better emphasize the budding of her small, firm breasts. "Master gives it to me last night. He tells me that I please him well in his bed. I should not use it to do the chores, but I wanted for you to see me wearing it. Do you like?"

Yosef, who had a crush on the pretty girl, blushed deeply and was tongue-tied for a moment. "It's nice," he mumbled at last, and gave her a shy smile. Then he turned to Caleb and told him to go into the tavern and wait. The little boy giggled, but he obeyed without hesitation.

"Actually, I like it a lot!" said Yosef when they were alone. "It looks 3; I mean, you look 3; that is, you sure are pretty this morning, Eleni." Eleni looked around to see if anyone was watching, and stepped closer 3; so close that Yosef could smell the alluring mix of perfume and her female scent 3; and whispered in Yosef ear. "Everyone in my household is still sleeping. Would you like to come inside my door? We could maybe 3;." Her words trailed off, but her lithe body pressed against him, and her lips brushed lightly against his smooth cheek.

Yosef's penis was totally rigid with excitement. Driving the eroticism even further was his memory of the previous morning, standing in this same place, when Eleni had lifted her tunic to give him a glimpse of her body. He longed to see her naked again, and run his fingers and lips across her small, sexy tits. More than anything, he fantasized that she would lie down and spread her legs, pulling him into her, his cock sliding into her warm, wet pussy 3; an act he had observed at the tavern's annual orgy but had never himself performed. But he dared not be late again in serving Master. If the only thing he risked was getting a whipping, it would be worth it. But now Yosef feared a more permanent consequence for displeasing Master.

"I'm sorry, Eleni, but I need to go. Could we get together later? I really want to!"

The girl made her face into a parody of a childish pout, but then she smiled. "Maybe we can do it later." Her hand slid down and gave his erection a little squeeze through the rough material of his tunic. "Goodbye, my sweet Yosef," she murmured in a sultry voice. "Look for me in my doorway later today 3; or maybe tomorrow in the early morning."

Yosef was shivering with excitement as he came through the door of the tavern. Caleb was just inside, waiting for him.

"She's pretty, sir! Is she your girlfriend?"

"Shut up, kid!" barked Yosef in annoyance. "We need to get ready to serve Master." He pulled off his tunic, not caring about the blatant display of his stiff penis. "Get undressed, and we'll wash each other."

The two boys took turns sponging each other's body, giving particular attention to cleaning their genitals and asses in preparation for the morning duties in their master's room. After drying off, they remained totally naked.

Climbing the steps to the tavern's upper floor, they walked past the door of their mistress's bedroom, and then softly opened the tavern-owner's bedroom door. Yosef gave a sigh of relief that the man was still asleep. He set the bucket on the floor and knelt at the bedside waiting for Master to awake, motioning for Caleb to kneel beside him. As usually happened most mornings, the man detected their presence even as he slept, and his eyes slowly opened.

"Ah, my two lovely boys," he said, as he sat up in the bed, stretched his arms, and yawned. "What a pleasant first sight for awakening!"

"Good morning, Master!" said Yosef. He reached under the bed and pulled out the chamber pot, holding it up as he continued to kneel.

As the man rose to his feet, he pulled Caleb up from his knees. "Help me off with my nightshirt, New Boy. And then stand behind me and hold my dick as I pee."

Caleb had served as a valet to his former owner, and he removed the garment in one easy motion. As for holding a man's penis while he peed 3; that was something new, but it was easy to improvise. He stood more to the side of his master so he could see what he was doing as the urine flowed from the flaccid penis into the large ceramic bowl.

"Ah 3; good!" sighed the man. "Now shake it. Yes; I think I shall have you do that each morning from now on."

"How may we serve you, Master?" asked Yosef as he slid the chamber pot beneath the bed and rose to his feet. Until now he didn't need to ask. The morning ritual had been essentially the same every day for the five years that Yosef had been the man's slave. He would begin by stroking and sucking the man's cock to erection. From there, the tavern-keeper would decide whether his morning orgasm would be attained by means of the boy's hand, his mouth, or, less frequently these days, by fucking Yosef's ass. Though the man's libido had never diminished, in recent years his ability to maintain an erection had waned. A successful consummation of the act of fucking was becoming increasingly rare.

Now, with two boys to serve him, an array of opportunities were available for adding variety to his morning pleasure.

"I want to begin by watching you and the new boy have sex, there on the foot of the bed, while I stroke myself." Folding his legs crosswise and leaning back against the headboard, he patted the space in front of him. "I want you to show me what you have taught the new boy."

Yosef thought for a moment and then whispered into Caleb's ear. The younger boy smiled and nodded his head. Yosef lay down on his back across the foot of the bed, while Caleb positioned himself above the older boy, in the 69 position. The 9-year-old brought his face down to Yosef's crotch and capturing the soft cock with his lips and quickly sucked it to stiffness, taking its entire length. At the same time, Yosef's hands grabbed onto Caleb's slender butt cheeks and pulled the boy's crotch down to his face, so that the little penis slid into Yosef's mouth.

As the two boys sucked each other energetically, their master reached over to the bedside table for a small bottle with a cork stopper. Pouring some oil onto his palm, the man smoothed it onto his penis, urging it to erection as he watched the pornographic show that was playing out so near to him that he could reach out and touch the boys' bodies. As his erection became stiff beneath his stroking right hand, the left hand caressed Caleb's slender buttocks and thigh. This was turning out just what he had imagined. Though he had needed to borrow money to buy the new boy, and probably overpaid for him, it was worth it 3; an instant boost to his flagging potency.

"Lick the new boy's asshole while he continues to suck you," the man instructed Yosef. The tavern-keeper rose to his knees, positioning himself behind Caleb, still stroking himself to keep his erection totally rigid.

Yosef pulled at the younger boy's hips and inclined his head up so that he could rim Caleb's clean little pucker. As Yosef pushed the tip of his tongue into the asshole, the 9-year-old began sucking Yosef even more energetically.

"Now I'll fuck him," said the man, and he positioned himself and hurriedly thrust his cock into the boy's hole.

Caleb winced at the pain of the forced entry, but he kept working on the boy-cock in his mouth, trying not to think about the discomfort. In very little time, he was taking the man's cock easily.

Yosef went back to sucking the younger boy's little boner, and his hand reached up to gently squeeze his master's balls.

"Ah, YES!" moaned the man, as his thrusts came harder and faster. Caleb's ass was so tight, and the thrill of fucking such a young boy so erotic, that the man climaxed quickly, gasping joyfully with each spurt of cum that shot into Caleb's bowels. He rolled off of the boy's back and lay back on the bed.

"Come lie on either side of me," he instructed the boys. "Caress me with your hands and lips, and rub your stiff cocks against my body. Ahhh 3; that's so good!"

"Did I please you, Master?" asked Caleb softly, as his lips nuzzled the man's ear.

"Yes, little one. I am well satisfied." Then, talking more to himself than to his slaves, he added "That fat old nag of a wife thinks we can't afford to keep two slave-boys at once, eh? What does she know of a man's needs? I'll pay back the money-lender 3; somehow."

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