Date: Fri, 15 Jul 2011 10:21:35 -0700 (PDT) From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com> Subject: A Quest for Sirius Sirius finished and swallowed. He licked his lips and looked at the man's eyes. There was delight and a bit of confusion in them. "Happy Birthday Sir" he said as the older man's hands moved down his bare side and over his hips. "You didn't learn that from me, dear boy" the man chuckled. He was old, way older then Sirius or any of the others he had been teaching. Each of their fathers paid him fees to share wisdom, facts, theories, philosophy and insights. They lay on the grassy cliffs at night and talked about the sky above filled with twinkling lights. "There are gods and gods" the old man said revealing theories from far away countries and scientists. The lads lay about watching, imagining themselves as warriors fighting gods and each other. Their own lives were dull lives of the privileged. Some were sons of Senators while others sons of merchants. Sirius was fatherless. His father was a celebrated Legionnaire who had been killed in battle far away. The man had adopted Sirius changing his status from baby of a slave to personal servant to son by order of Caesar himself. Perhaps it was his flaxen hair that attracted the man. Or the lust of a soldier years away from home and his wives. Sirius walked into the man's tent in front of the soldier who had beckoned him. He was young at the time, but no longer a baby or child. His manhood had risen often denoting his growth. "Disrobe" the man said not even looking up from the scrolls he was studying. Sirius had learned to do whatever the soldiers ordered over the years... especially the officers. They were like royalty he had been told were once in his home land far away. He dropped the tunic given him by another soldier he had begun to serve. "Have you been spoiled?" The General asked him. Sirius answered in the language he had learned from growing up while traveling with the legion. "No my general" He added the "my" to show respect not usually displayed by slaves captured during the legions march across the newly claimed lands. The man looked up at the smooth skinned body. He waved him closer. It wasn't the first time Sirius had been touched by a Roman. He had brought wine, tunics and food to the Captain for years from the time he left his mother. He carried boxes, arranged the man's tent, listened to arguments, strategy discussions and learned about the unique Roman soldiers. He shivered as the General's hands touched and slid from his neck, over his shoulders and down his torso. They were large fingers, not rough like the Captains but smooth though manly and strong. "You are my boy" the Captain had said. "When you are older you'll learn what that means" the man laughed. Sirius remembered that night. "When you sprout hair like a man, you will learn how to love a man". At that time, Sirius wished he had indeed sprouted. He liked the man. It was the Captain who instructed him in writing the language of the Roman's. He too allowed Montagez, the Greek teacher to share knowledge with him. It was Montagez who revealed the Roman legion wasn't really all Romans at all but a combination of conquered soldiers from many lands who served the officers all of who were Romans. The Captain himself had a wife and children on land north of Rome itself. He had been a farmer, a soldier who became an officer because of his heroism. Sirius wanted the man to do what he had seen other soldiers do to slave boys and servants on the road. When they touched them, the soldiers became less threatening even when they forced themselves. There was some sort of difference when their cocks were being worshipped by mouths or when they shoved them between the buttocks of other boys. But he was too young then. The General's hands moved over his smooth buttock and down his legs. "How have you been able to escape the lust of the legionnaires?" the man asked. "I was too young" Sirius replied. "But now?" the man's fingers pulled on the pubic hair that Sirius displayed now. "I am older my General" Sirius answered. The legion had men who didn't care about boy's ages of course. Tamek, a boyhood friend of Sirius had been plunged by several when they were very young. The sight of his contorted face when a soldier was fucking him remained a vivid memory. When Sirius tried to protect his friend, both Tamek and the Soldier pushed him away. He nursed his friend, putting cold water soaked clothes where he had been apparently wounded. Late several nights later, Sirius wandered in the camp and saw Tamek with other soldiers. He was kneeling in front of one while another was fucking him. "It's what they want, and they pay" Tamek opened his hand which had been clutching gold coins with the face of the Roman leader Caesar on them. "Come on, I'll show you how" Tamek kneeled and took Sirius in his mouth but outside of the warmth of his mouth Sirius didn't feel any reaction. "We're both too young to be like them. But not too young for them to use" Tamek patted Sirius buttocks. "You have served me now for a year since your Captain died" the General said "do you miss him?" "Sometimes" Sirius said. He had crawled onto the man's cot one cold night. The thick strong arms surrounded him and pulled him close. It was warm. And for some reason, Sirius cried. He wasn't sure why he did but the feeling was more then just warmth. "Yes my General, when it's cold" he said The older man laughed. "From now on you will live here" the man waved around the tent. "This is your home, you will serve me here, sleep with me here, please me here. Understand boy?" "Sir, I'm no longer a boy" Sirius said not rebuking the man but reminding him of the pubic hair that the man had fingered indicating his age. "You are my boy" the General said sternly, "understand? If anyone asks you will say you are the General's boy". "Yes my General" Sirius said and knelt without instruction. He moved close to where the man sat and his hands reached under the leather straps. The man's cock was thick and hardened already. Remembering Tamek's pleasure at sucking a man's hardness, he licked and began to pleasure the man who had claimed him. "He's dead" Tamek had revealed as Sirius began to leave the mats where they lived in camp. It had been a nightly routine; Sirius moving to the Captains shared tent and silently crawling into the cot moving against the man's nearly naked body. "He fought with those blue painted men" Tamek said. Sirius didn't know what to say or do. The only man who had protected and taught him, held him on cold nights and talked to him like a friend was no more. "But what do I do now?" he asked as his eyes watered. "We can both do what I do" Tamek said "and save gold" the jiggled the leather pouch containing coins the soldiers had given him over the years. "And when we get enough, we leave." "Where do we go?" Sirius asked. They had talked often about leaving the camp. It wasn't escape like the many who wore slave collards attempted. They were still considered children, neither slaves nor soldiers. Sirius hoped one day he might stand strong, wearing the leather skirts, waving large swords and his muscular bare chest admired by all around them...like his Captain was. "Come on, once word gets out that the Captain is dead, they'll all want you. You're famous you know." Tamek gently tugged on the blonde flaxen hair Sirius had let grow long. "He is my servant" the Captain had said to the two soldiers who attempted to grab Sirius one night. Tamek had already been taken by another legionnaire. They stopped their lustful plans for the blonde boy and backed away. Not only were they obeying an officer but the Captain was one of them, promoted by his history of heroism and battle successes. Few had the respect of the men like the Captain. "You will serve me, nobody will bother you" The man had said. "Dead?" Sirius said as he sobbed harder now. The procession was silent. It was strange to experience. Soldiers carried The Captain's body on two shields on their shoulders marching through the hundreds of other soldiers each saluting in different ways. Some knelt, others waved their swords and others cried. The sight of grown men, some who Sirius remembered being rough and drunk, now sober and crying like children was moving. Nobody asked him, but Sirius joined the procession walking beside Montagez. "What will you do now?" Sirius asked him quietly. "The Captain always told me if he should die, I was to travel with his property to his wife and teach his children." The man whispered. "To Rome?" Sirius said almost with admiration. The stories the Captain had told him about Rome created images in his head. His loaned teacher was going there now. Sirius wished he could go there too. The fire was so hot that Sirius knew he should back away. But he wanted to be there watching the silhouette of the Captain's body disappear. He owed it to the man who had taken care, protected, taught and kept him warm. Sirius regretted not being old enough to show is love for the man the way Tamek and others showed men. He could have taken the man in his mouth at least and heard the moans and grunts of his physical satisfaction. The matt he slept on once again that night offered neither warmth of company he had relished with the man whose body was now ashes gathered by Montagez for his journey to Rome. The General sat there watching his blond head moving over his lap and feeling the boy's warm mouth on his hardened manhood. His hands moved across the bare shoulders and his fingers plowed through the thick blonde hair. He had seen the boy before usually carrying the shield of his beloved Captain. He smiled knowing the Legion's celebrated Hero had someone to serve him someone special. He saw the way other soldiers looked at the boy and the Captain. It gave them all a sense of what was possible if they remained obedient and dedicated to fighting for Rome. The General knew the value of that image of success. Now he felt what he supposed the Captain had enjoyed. "It's time" The General grunted. Usually the slaves who serviced the Great General would back away let the man's bodily fluids splash on their faces and bodies. But the boy named Sirius didn't. Instead he moved his mouth closer so his nose buried in the man's pubic hair as the General's body released its fluids deep inside his throat. "You were hungry" the man said patting Sirius head "You swallowed the Captain like that." He said acknowledging his awareness the boy was probably thinking of the fallen Captain. "No my General. I never did that for The Captain" Sirius said looking up at the man. The man looked surprised. "What about your ass?" "No Sir, he said I was too young" Sirius said exhibiting his regrets. "The Captain waited for you to be old enough to know pleasure with men huh? He was quite a man and soldier." The man said. "You will live here now" Sirius had heard this before. He had another home and belonged now to the leader of the entire legion. "I'm your slave" Sirius said. "No no, you're free man, I don't fuck slave boys" The General said. He had had men and women beg him for what he had to share. Some were Roman citizens, others even the bravest of soldiers, some offered their daughters and sons to him, even a Caesar wife had been offered him. "You are my companion" he said. Sirius had been called many things by soldiers and others from "boy" to "slave boy", "cocksucker to buttboy" and "pigboy to bastard". But never had he been given a title that he felt was complimentary. "If you want to be. You are a free man; I'll put that in writing." The man wrote on a scroll and waved it. Sirius took the scroll and read it. "You read the Roman writing?" The General was surprised. "Yes my General. The Captain's man Montagez taught me several tongues and ways to write. I learned more from you soldiers." Sirius said as he stood, feeling neither vulnerable nor naked. The General reached for him and pulled his bare hips closer. "You are more then a handsome young man. You will be my personal companion, translator and more. Where is this man, the Montagez?" "He has left for Rome" Sirius remained naked. He knew he belonged to the man and would obey his words only. When Montagez was ushered into the tent. Sirius was surprised. "What more can you teach us?" The General asked. And the years of service to the General and learning from Montagez continued. Sirius grew. He learned how to lift a sword and fight. He learned more languages. He learned to love a man's cock as Tamek had learned long ago. He rode the stallion the General had given him as the Legion returned to Rome after years away. He sat in the grass as Montagez now taught more to him and the young men related to other Roman leaders and merchants. It was the old man's birthday. Each both presented him with pouches of gold or gifts from their parents. "I will come with you" Sirius said. Montagez watched as the young man he had known since he was a child, undress. He remained silent as the boy remove his robe, bathe and oil his body and prepare food for him. Sirius slept in the same cot pulling the old man's arms around him. "I'm too old and tired to be like the General" Montagez said as his arms were held tight by Sirius. "In the morning I'll give you more presents" Sirius said Montagez had ridden behind the boy during the trip back to Rome. The body of the General was carried ahead of the entire Legion. He stood watching Caesar himself declare the General a god and announcing the posthumous adoption of Sirius granting him citizenship and some of the man's wealth. The General had declared Sirius to continue to study with the man. Montagez had watched the boy's body become muscled as he grew. He had seen the boy wrestle with other naked oiled bodies and claim the service of those he defeated and grant pleasures to those who defeated him. And now, the day after his birthday he lay on the cot watching the grown up blonde headed citizen of Rome take his aged penis in his mouth to give him pleasure of his birthday. Sirius finished and swallowed. He licked his lips and looked at the man's eyes. There was delight and a bit of confusion in them. "Happy Birthday Sir" he said as the older man's hands moved down his bare side and over his hips. "You didn't learn that from me deal boy" the man chuckled. "I've learned so much from you, The Captain and The General" Sirius stood tall beside the cot. He didn't rush to cover himself, knowing the old man enjoyed looking at him. "You have grown" Montagez "I am proud of you" Sirius smiled. Neither talked about his pending departure. The quest had had ahead of him would find the land of his birth and the people with whom he could relate. And Tamek would come with him.