Date: Wed, 7 Jan 2009 16:30:14 -0800 (PST)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Roman Slave-Boy 4

Roman Slave-Boy, 143 AD -- Part 4
- by Bill

As Yosef walked through the dark and silent tavern, the
lamp he carried cast a golden glow over his naked body.
Tucked under the 13-year-old slave-boy's arm was a box
containing a set of anal stretchers, finely crafted of
ivory.

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... 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... I mean the lady who used to be my
mistress... 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... 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... 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... 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... then a house-maid,
Eumelia... and then me."

"So what were your duties in this house of women?" asked
Yosef, trying to imagine living with only females... 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... 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... 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....  Yeah; like that.
Don't let your teeth scrape it!  Run your tongue all around
the top....  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.... 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... followed
quickly by a high-pitched yelp of pain.

Yosef paused, savoring the moment, as his hand moved over
the soft warm buttocks... 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...

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... I mean, you look... that is, you sure
are pretty this morning, Eleni."

Eleni looked around to see if anyone was watching, and
stepped closer... so close that Yosef could smell the
alluring mix of perfume and her female scent... and
whispered in Yosef ear.  "Everyone in my household is still
sleeping. Would you like to come inside my door?  We could
maybe...."  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... 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... 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... 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... 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 5 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... 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... 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... somehow."

End of Part 4.

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