Date: Fri, 15 Aug 2008 15:35:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Roman Slave-Boy - 3

Roman Slave-Boy - Part 3
by Bill

It was time for Yosef to leave.  The 13-year-old was
feeling a twinge of conscience... his sense of duty as a
loyal slave, calling him to return to work for his master.
The tavern-keeper would need him to help serve the beer and
wine as business picked up in the late afternoon and early
evening.  And Yosef also needed to return to his work as
the tavern's resident prostitute, pimped out by his master
for brief sexual encounters with customers in the back
room.

He bade farewell to each of the naked slave-boys who had
been his co-workers at the orgy. For 3 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... 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... 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... 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 10 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... 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 10 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...."  The teenager lifted his
tunic to display his bush of dark-red public hair and his
prodigiously-large penis and balls.  "... 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... 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 [25cm] erection.

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

"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... 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... just the way a man
likes it when he takes a slave-boy."

The older youth's arrogance... likening himself to the free
men that Yosef serviced... 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... 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...

"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... 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... 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... 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... 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... 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... a quadrans... 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... then a
pretty 11-year-old on his hands and knees, looking back
over his shoulder toward the doorway, wiggling his upraised
ass... 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... 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... well, they kinda kicked me out too... 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 5 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 [11cm] 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 [14cm] 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... 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... yeah!"  groaned the brothel-boy.  "Suck my cock!
Suck it good!"  His hips nudged forward, and his hand
pulled Yosef's head closer.

Meanwhile... back at the tavern...

"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... 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... 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... 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..."  SMACK!  "... or I'll keep on whipping
you..." SMACK! "...until you learn..."  SMACK!  "... how to
take it..." SMACK!  "... 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... 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....

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... 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... the two boys putting
on an erotic display for him while he masturbated... did
indeed sound enjoyable.  The thought of watching his boy
suck the young teenager's cock and then take it up his
ass... 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... you hardly needed any training at all in the
duties of a tavern-boy... 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... 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... and maybe
I'll have the two of you put on a show for me, as that
brothel-boy described.

"Yes, Master."


End of Part 3
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