Date: Fri, 02 Apr 1999 08:45:15 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: Soul in Cellular 10

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THE SOUL IN THE CELLULAR

by Andrej Koymasky (C) 1999
written the 3rd of February, 1995
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by MiMu

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE SOUL IN THE CELLULAR" is a gay story, with some parts containing
graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion,
family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better
not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't
care, ore because you think yo really want to read it, please be my
welcomed guest.

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10 - DECIUS

For three days Eugenio didn't talk to the voice, because he had to go
out of town for work and forgot taking the cellular phone with him. When
he was back, he at once went to take it and opened it:

"It's three days we didn't hear each other..."

"Ah, really?"

"Didn't you notice it?"

"And how could I? The only contact I have with the external world is
with you, through the telephone."

"I had to go away for work and I forgot to take you with me. I'm sorry,
in my hotel room we could have had long talks in the evenings. What will
you narrate me, now?"

"About Decius, a roman slave who did a fine career..."

"What period?"

"I am born as a slave in Ostia in 94 A.D., that is two years before
Traianus becomes emperor, and I die in Aquileia in 149, as a freeman and
a rich merchant. My name is Decius because I am the tenth child of my
parents, my father is a Betic slave and my mother a Dacian slave.
Because of the "Pax Romana", slaves are more difficult to get, so my
master thought to start a real slave breeding. Men have to work and make
women pregnant, and women have to give birth to children one after the
other and they take care of them, until the children reach the right age
to be sold.

I'm sold when I'm fifteen, to the owner of a gladiator stable, to
perform the most humble works - clean up the rooms and latrines, light
up the fire to warm the water of the small thermal baths they use,
change the straw of the sacks they use as pallets, wash the bowls they
use to eat and so on.

But, already on the first evening, I become aware that amongst my
duties, there is something else - altogether we are five boy slaves for
around twenty men. In the evening, after supper, when the master and his
men leave, locking the gates, the gladiators start to play dice and the
game at stake is us five boys... They play five games, betting a kind of
discs. The winner at the end of each game chooses one of us five boys
and takes him in one of the pallets divided by the others with a kind of
curtain. When I noticed them, before, I thought that they were the
pallets of the leaders, or of the most famous gladiators in there, and
just now I understand their real purpose...

Before that day, with the other young slaves, at night we did amuse
amongst ourselves, therefore I was not completely unaware of sex, but
what was awaiting me was really different - it was... heavy sex, if I
can say so. Already in the first night, I am won by a Thracian
gladiator, a he-man with severe eyes, who grasps me by my arm and takes
me behind one of those curtains. Without much ceremony, he pulls my
short tunic out, puts me on the pallet, undresses and comes on me. He
asks me if I ever took it up the ass. Trembling, I answer no. So he has
the adroitness to take the grease they use on their bodies for training
and to thoroughly lubricate my hole...

I don't know if it would have been different without - it hurts
terribly. I shout, he puts his big hand on my mouth and continues to ram
in me with vigour, while his companions, who from behind the curtain
heard my shout, tell him, laughing, to leave at least a piece of me for
them.

When he is finally satisfied, he leaves me there, dresses again and goes
out. I hear him telling the others that I was still a virgin, therefore,
for that night, it would be better to avoid to submit me to a second
fuck. I shudder thinking that it was planned also a second time - it
hurts me and I'm afraid I am spilling blood. I hear them arguing for a
while but then, for my luck, they don't play me again at the dice. So
that man comes back, tells me to dress again and to go to sleep.

The day after, one of the other boy slaves, asks me how I feel. Bad, I
tell him. Anyway I have to carry out all the same the duties they assign
to me. The boy tells me that it will take at least one month to get used
to it, but that it will hurt no more in the end. He explains to me that
I have to breath deep and relax, and that I mustn't think about the
pain, so I will feel less pain. He also tells me that, when I get used
to it, it will be all but bad, that I could even enjoy it, expecially
with some of the men...

It really takes almost three months for me to get used to it. For the
first ten days they bet me at dice just once per night. But then they
decide it is time I satisfy two of them per night, like the other boys
do... Anyway, when they have sex with me, they are not all the same.
Some are happy if I just satisfy them with my mouth, and sometimes they
are not rude but almost tender. Some treat us in bed like women,
possibly to deceive themselves, I don't know...

I learn rather fast what each of the men expects in bed, and how to make
them happy. After about three months, I really start to feel some
pleasure in those nocturnal unions, expecially with some of the
gladiators, for example with a Macedonian retiarius, Philippos, who,
before taking me, caresses and kisses me until I am completely aroused,
then takes me without violence. He is not handsome, the Macedonian,
besides the "gladius" between his legs, as he jokingly calls it, with
which he really makes me feel good.

I am seventeen years old when a young Galatian gladiator enters the
stable. His name is Kiron, and he is 23 years old. He is beautiful like
a god, and he has already come to fame in the arena from where he is
coming, in fact they say he was bought for a very high price. I see him
in the training and my clear impression is that he really is
exceptional.

One of the first night, he wins at dice, then he chooses me. I follow
him behind the curtain more than willingly. He asks me what am I able to
do - I tell him that I can do everything he could desire. So he pulls
out his short skirt and asks me to show him. I like him very much, so I
go on it with all my skill. At first he lets me do it, almost passive,
but little by little he becomes more and more aroused and starts to
participate... and to me it is a real surprise - he makes love with me
with a tenderness quite incredible in such a rude and strong man. He
caresses me, kisses me, suckles me, almost as if it was him to give me
pleasure and not the other way.

Also when he takes me, he does it with such a gentleness that I feel in
heaven. I feel him slip inside me, strong and delicate at once, and
while he takes me, he kisses, caresses me, he holds me against him with
sublime passion. In the end, while relaxing, he still keeps me against
him, in his strong arms, and he tells me, caressing my hair, that he
likes me very much. I too loved that union as never before. When I have
to satisfy the second man, the contrast is so strong that the sense of
amazement for what happened just before, increases in me. The day after
I hint what happened to the other slave boys, but they look at me
astounded and tell me that Kiron is not different from the average of
the others - he stays there still,waiting to be aroused, then mounts you
and fucks you almost as he was in a hurry...

I wonder why Kiron was so different with me. In the following days I
become aware that if he wins and I am not already behind a curtain with
another man, he always chooses me, and makes love with gentle passion,
clearly worrying about giving pleasure to me also. And along the day, he
is more gentle with me than with the others. Of course, nobody talks of
love in that kind of ambience, but inside me I start to think that Kiron
is in love with me. Sure thing is that I am falling in love with him.

In fact, when he goes to the arena for the combats, I always wait for
him to come back, each time afraid it could be his last combat. But
happily he always comes back as a winner, he collects one victory after
the other, and soon he is the idol of all the audience. Great amounts of
money are bet on him, and in the end nobody accepts any more betting on
him - it is evident that he will be the winner again.

Sometimes he comes back covered with blood, but he never gets seriously
wounded. During the day patricians, men ad women, come to see him and
devour him with their eyes - he is really beautiful, my Kiron! At times
some patrician woman or man give a party in his honor - it is the way to
take him to their homes, and so to have sex with him. I am somewhat
jealous of that but, of course, I am not in the position to say a word -
I am just one of the slaves of the stable.

Kiron receives rich gifts and, little by little, his rank becomes
higher. Slaves cannot posses anything, but for gladiators it is
different, they can keep the gifts they receive.

In Rome, at this point everybody talks about Kiron, the combat where he
fights fills the arena and our master's earnings become high as he never
could have dreamed. So our master decides to give him a room for himself
and has it prepared. Then Kiron asks him to have a slave exclusively for
him, and our owner accepts - Kiron chooses me. From that day on, I am no
more played at dice by the other gladiators, I now am Kiron's personal
slave.

I ask him why did he chose me and he answers with a dry "because I felt
like". In reality I understand that I am right to think that he is in
love with me, even if possibly he won't admit it, not even to himself. I
devote myself to him with real enthusiasm. Normally gladiators are very
jealous of their weapons and paraphernalia. Kiron doesn't allow me to
keep his gladius shining and sharp, but little by little he entrusts me,
besides the cleaning of his clothes, with taking care of his armour, and
he never has reason to complain.

After we make love, he wants me to remain in his bed, for a long while
and in silence, and he caresses me with extreme sweetness - only when he
feels he his falling asleep, he sends me back to my pallet. I think that
this is because he doesn't want to be seen in the morning with me still
in his bed, in his arms... But I don't really know, because we never
talk about it. Sometimes when we make love, when he is fully aroused, he
murmurs words in his language that I cannot understand, but the sweet
tone speaks for itself.

He wants me to eat with him, and this also pleases me. At times he wants
me to assist in his training. I ask him if he wants to make a gladiator
of me and he shakes his head - he says that I don't have the right
physical frame, then he adds at mid voice "For your luck!"

Now that I am in his bed every night, I become aware that, after a
combat from which he always comes back as a winner, therefore during
which he killed his adversary, he is particularly sad and he needs more
tenderness and sweetness from me than usual. I understand he hates to
kill, but he has to do it in order to survive.

I am twenty three when the Emperor Traianus dies and Adrianus becomes
Emperor. On this occasion great celebrations are held with gladiators
combats, to which the emperor in person assists. And he decides that at
the end of the games he will give a premium in gold and the freedom to
all the surviving winners. Kiron is now twenty eight years old and in
his full shape. He prepares for the combats that could mean not only his
survival, but also his freedom.

Of course I hope he could win, even if this would possibly mean that I
will lose him. In fact I am sure, knowing him well now, that as soon as
he can get his freedom, he will cease to fight. The games last for a
full month. At the end, amongst the jubilation of the amphitheatre,
Kiron is one of the few gladiators being crowned with laurel by the
emperor and freed.

Our owner offers him a high wage if he accepts to remain to fight in his
stable, but Kiron refuses. Then he tells the owner that he wants to buy
me. The man answers him that he will give me as a present, besides the
good pay he offered before, if he accepts to fight in his stable for one
more year. I am sure that Kiron will refuse, but instead, to my great
astonishment, he accepts, but he requires to make a written contract and
to have it registered officially. I am deeply moved, and when I thank
him that night, he drily answers that he simply got used to me,
therefore he doesn't want to lose me.

That last year, for me, is more difficult - I fear, more than ever, he
could be defeated. But he still his at the peak of his power, nimble, he
continues to train with his usual severity, and he continues to come
back as a winner. When the patricians, his admirers, come to meet him,
differently from usual, he now talks at length with them. Curious, I try
to listen each time I can and I realize that all his questions are aimed
to understand what's the best way to invest his gold, once that year
elapsed.

He tells me only after having made his decision, one month before the
end of that year. Brundisium port is in development, and with the gold
he has, "we" can open a tavern for the passing sailors. That plural
moves me - this is a further proof of what Kiron feels for me, even if
he doesn't want to tell it in clear words.

Finally, we leave for Brundisium. Kiron, before deciding where to buy
the premises to transform into a tavern, turns the town upside down for
more than one month, seeing tenths of premises, negotiating on the
prices, with a skill that amazes me. Then, once he decided which premise
to buy, one that has also two rooms on the second floor where to live,
we furbish it and we have the sign "Kiron the Gladiator" painted.

His fame did reach also Brundisium and many come to drink or eat at the
tavern, also to see Kiron's panoply hanging on a wall, to see him, to
listen to his tales. Business is more than good. Kiron, little by
little, is transformed, he becomes more cheerful, more loquacious, the
sadness that for years I felt in the deepness of his heart seems to be
vanishing little by little.

One evening, after closing the tavern, we go upstairs to have our rest.
He, as usual, embraces me, we start making love with the usual
sweetness. I always like making love with him so much! Feeling him in me
is my biggest joy. But this time, when we lie down still intertwined, to
sleep, he asks me if I know what day is today. I don't know. He
remembers me that exactly one year before, we opened the tavern. And he
tells me that he decided to free me for that occasion. "So," he adds,
"if you want, you can leave me".

I embrace him tightly and tell him that, if it is not him to send me
away, I will never leave him and, finally, I tell him what urges inside
me for years - I tell him that I love him. He embraces me more tightly,
for a while he keeps silent, then he whispers that he too loves me. But
he immediately adds, with a dry voice, that it will be better to sleep,
because tomorrow we will face another heavy day. But while I fall
asleep, he caresses me lightly and I feel happy.

Kiron sometimes accepts that the sailors who don't have enough money,
pay him with other things - pearls, golden objects, spices. He is able
to rightly evaluate those things and soon in the small strongbox we have
at home, several valuable, exotic objects pile up. He doesn't keep
everything, but just some valuable objects, he commutes the rest in
money and he invests the money in a small commerce of amber from the
Germanica, of perfumes and spices from the Arabica and of ivory from the
Africa provinces. He doesn't ask the merchants for his purchases, but
the same sailors, so he can get a profit margin, so that, even if it is
a commerce in a small scale, soon becomes rentable.

Therefore, entrusting me with the management of the tavern, he buys two
slaves to help me and he devotes himself mainly to this new activity. 
He has a vendor's tray with several levels built, lines it with precious
colored silks, carries it with a shoulder belt, and he goes to visit
some rich people at their homes, offering them his precious goods. He
knows what, how and whom to offer his goods, and it is rare that his
visits don't conclude with a sale.

One day a young knight enters the tavern and asks me how much I ask to
allow him to take his pleasure with one of our slaves. This catches me
somehow unaware and I tell him that I cannot answer him, with the
pretext that the slaves belong to Kiron. When he is back, I tell him
about it. Kiron calls the two slaves and ask them if they would like to
have sex with our clients. They accept without any problem, so we decide
to get on the back room two small but comfortable and elegant alcoves.
When the knight comes again, I tell him the price and ask him which one
of our two slaves he wants for his pleasure.

So we start a new, rentable activity. Soon we have to buy two more
slaves, so that while two are busy in the alcoves, the other two can
work in the tavern. But Kiron is unconditional, he doesn't want the
tavern to become a brothel, our slaves have never to allure the clients,
their principal work must be the tavern. Therefore he doesn't want them
to use make up, their clothes are simple virile tunics, and the prices
are rather high, to select the clients. The four slave are chosen so
that they constitute a choice of different types - Gaius, sixteen, a
Betic with bright eyes and a mischievous smile; Teeto, eighteen, an
Achaean with intense eyes and an athletic body; the sweet Avites,
twenty-two, a Briton with a slender body and cerulean eyes; and Tingit,
twenty-five, a Mauritan oozing with sensuality.

Soon Tingit and Gaius become lovers, then also Avites and Teeto. Kiron
is very happy with that, because it contributes to create a more serene,
welcoming atmosphere in our tavern. So, it becomes more and more famous
and classy - our clients are sailors, but also merchants and patricians,
and also legionnaires who are always welcome because with their presence
they contribute to make our tavern a safe place.

I get the feeling that Kiron has a liking for Teeto, so I tell him that,
if he sometimes wants to amuse himself with him, I would not be jealous.
Kiron becomes almost furious - he tells me that in his opinion I have a
liking for Gaius and asks me if I want to have him in my bed. I answer
that I like the boy, but that I am not interested in him in that way,
because I feel fine with my man. Kiron answers me that it's the same for
him - he is only interested in me. And, for the second time in those
years, he repeats that he loves me. I tell him that he has to tell me
more often, because I need to hear it. He smiles, nods and says he is
not used to, but he will try to tell me, sometimes.

We live in Brundisium for twelve years, when Kiron proposes me to move
to Aquileia. That port is developing and is becoming more and more
important, because it is the commercial knot between the Mediterranean
regions and Northern regions like the Noricum, the Retia, the Pannonia.
We find a suitable premise just in front of the thermae, and not far
from the port - the ideal position. Also in this new tavern we put the
sign "Kiron the Gladiator".

This tavern has just one floor - there are two vide rooms side by side
facing the street, where one can drink, eat, and play games. Then, in
the back, there is the kitchen, the larder, the wine cell and the rooms
- two for Kiron and me, and two more for our four slaves. They use also
their rooms during the day to withdraw there with the clients asking
their sexual services.

Kiron's guess had been right, business is prosperous and soon we buy two
more small rooms near ours and we connect them, then we buy four more
slaves. In fact often the citizens, coming out from the thermae, like to
come to drink and eat something, and then choose one of our slaves to
spend some time in intimate, agreeable company. We decide that Teeto
will be the slaves chief, and that the clients have to ask him in order
to use one of the back rooms with the slave they choose.

In the dead hours we always have some ten clients, in the rush hours
even more than forty. In the months between November and March, when
there is the "mare clausum" because of the bad weather, we can work with
more calm and the clients are mainly local people. We profit of this
period for a thorough cleaning of the rooms, to renew them, because
between March and November, work is so intense that it doesn't leave us
even just one free day to breath quietly.

Amongst our best clients there is also Velius, the imperial procurer,
and his brother Marcus, a magistrate. Velius, each time, asks Caio's
services, the nineteen years old Dacian slave, and Teeto warns me that
the procurer is becoming too attached to the boy. One day, in fact,
Velius asks me to sell him Caio. Even before we had had similar requests
and our answer has always been a "no". But Velius is a very influential
person, and making him an enemy could become really dangerous. So, at
night, I talk about that with Kiron. He summons Caio and Teeto. First of
all he asks Caio if by chance he has a lover amongst the other slaves.
Caio answers no. Then he asks him if he feels good with the procurer
Velius. Caio says yes. But Kiron is still hesitant, so he discusses the
problem with me and Teeto. The slave points out that, all considered, we
can buy a new slave at Caio's place and that, by selling him to Velius,
we can gain a good patron.

So, when Velius comes back and asks me what we decided, I answer him
that the thing is possible, and I ask him how much he is willing to pay.
His offer is really generous. Having sold Caio to the procurer, I send
Teeto to buy another slave. He comes back with another Dacian, a
handsome seventeen year old boy named Arus, that he paid for one third
of what we obtained for Caio. Like all the new slaves, Teeto makes Arus
sleep each night with a different slave for the first days, so that he
can learn to make sex in the various ways that a client could ask him.
Arus learns fast and well.

Velius is more than happy with Caio, so that a few weeks later his
brother Marcus asks me if I would also sell him one of our slaves, and
he asks for Gaius. But I know that Gaius is Tingit's lover, therefore I
answer him that it will be really difficult. Again I talk with Kiron and
Teeto, but the slave chief tells us that the two slaves are no more a
couple, they split... Therefore, after hearing Gaius, we decide to sell
him to the magistrate Marcus. Also for him we get a very good amount of
money and with part of that we buy a new slave. At this point Teeto
proposes us to start a new kind of commerce - we can buy young slaves,
teach them to become skilled in making sex, then sell them to rich
masters.

Kiron buys a house behind our tavern and entrusts it to Teeto, Avites
and Tingit - they have to buy young handsome slaves apt to the task,
educate them, then send them to work in the tavern. In a discreet way,
the rumor that our slaves are skilled in sex and that it is possible to
buy them, spreads. So we start to have a rich clientele that comes to
drink and eat at our tavern, then they ask to try and enjoy our slaves
and then, sometimes, ask to buy the one they liked most. Always for high
prices. And the fact to have always new boys in the tavern, attracts new
clients. Also the fact that it is so different from the brothels
attracts the most refined clientele - our boys are not effeminate, don't
allure the clients, are not impudent, know what their place is and are
not vulgar, and they are skilled in bed.

All goes on for the best, and I am happy. But when I am forty one, Kiron
falls ill and in just fifteen days he dies. I feel grief stricken.
Teeto, with Avites and Tingit  close to me, try to convince me that life
continues, that I have to continue the work like always. I decide to
make Teeto a freeman and to make him my partner in the business.

Then, I start to take a another one of our young slaves in my bed every
night - I don't want to tie with anybody, but I need sex. When I die in
149, I am the richest and most respected freeman in Aquileia, friend of
the powerful people. I leave in my testament everything to Teeto, Avites
and Tingit, who I also freed in these years, feeling that they are more
friends than slaves. I just ask them not to change the tavern's name..."

"Decius was a romantic person..." Eugenio said with a sigh, then asked:
"But why didn't he make couple with Teeto? I would have seen them
together well..."

"No, Decius is too much in love with Kiron. He likes Teeto, but just for
that he never wants to have sex with him. He is deeply faithful to his
gladiator. Moreover, Teeto and Avites are lovers..."

"I see. Well, Now I must leave you. See you... ugh, hear you
tomorrow..."


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DENIS

On the following day, Eugenio asked his cellular for another story.

The voice started at once: "I am Denis, born in Nevers' country side
around 1434. My parents are farmers, but the family is very numerous and
we are rather poor. Often, in order to survive, we have to have recourse
to small thefts. Especially my elder brother is very skilled - when he
strolls in the market, he always comes back with his bag filled with
food, skillfully stolen from various stalls.

When the dukes don't go hunting, we sometimes also put some little trap
in the wood and catch some hare or pheasant, and then it is a festivity,
we can eat well. But we have to be very careful that the duke's
gamekeepers don't catch us, because we could pay even with our lives for
what we do. It happened in past, but happily never in our family.

Twice a year the duke's son, Nicolas Philippe, comes with the constable
and the soldiers to gather the tithe in kind. As we often are not able
to pay them, he chooses one of my elder brothers and has him taken to
the castle by his soldiers. My brother comes back after about ten days,
sometimes even one month later. When I ask my father or mother what they
did to that brother, the answer was that they had to work for the duke's
son. But my third brother Jean, once tells me the truth - the duke's son
likes boys, therefore he takes them in his bed and fucks them.

Therefore the young duke Nicolas did fuck, and more than once, three of
my brothers. I wonder when my turn will come. Evidently the young duke
likes boys around fourteen, fifteen years old, I am now twelve,
therefore in a couple of years it could be my turn. I ask Jean what it
is like to be fucked. He giggles and tells me that, especially the first
times, it hurts somewhat. But that you can eat well, and sleep in a very
soft bed, therefore it is worth it. He tells me that, all considered, he
hopes that the duke's son chooses him again.

I am thirteen when I happen to catch my elder brother Robert who is
behind a bush fucking my brother Michel, the second. They don't notice
me, so I enjoy the scene, and I beat off, excitedly. When I tell it to
Jean, he says it is natural - before marrying we can't do it but amongst
boys. So I ask him why he doesn't do it with me. He giggles and says he
will think about it.

A few days later, I am picking fruits in the undergrowth, Jean comes
near me and tells me to follow him. I ask him where and why. He smiles
cunningly, caresses my small ass and asks me if I changed my mind. I
understand and follow him without hesitation. He takes me to a withdrawn
place, he makes me lower my breeches and turn, he pulls out his member
and here, standing, he puts it all inside me. Possibly because it is not
yet so big, possibly because I desire it, but, besides a light initial
annoyance, I like it and it doesn't hurt at all. He puts his hand on my
belly and pulls me against himself, with his other hand he beats me off
at the same rhythm he is pumping inside me, and it becomes more and more
pleasurable.

Afterwards, I ask him if it was that way with the duke's son. He says
that it's not exactly the same because the young duke took him always in
his bed. Then he adds that the duke has a tool bigger than his own, and
shows me the size with his hands. Then, he adds like in an afterthought,
the duke also likes being sucked, and that is the thing he likes least.
I don't know why, but the idea to be able to feel an erected virile tool
in my mouth makes me, on the contrary, excited at once.

After that, I do it again with Jean, but Robert, who is seventeen, has a
bigger tool than Jean and the memory of when I saw him taking Michel,
excites me. So I decide to try it with him. One day as Robert goes to
the spring to get water and asks one of us to help him, I at once offer
myself. When we are at the spring, I ask him if he wants to show it to
me. Robert slaps me and tells me that such things are not to be done.
Then I tell him that I saw him doing things with Michel, and if he
doesn't want me to tell everybody, he has to do it with me too...

So Robert takes me behind a rock and opens his breeches. I crouch in
front of him and take his member in my hands - I caress it and see it
swells, and think it is beautiful. So I start to lick it and I feel that
Robert likes it. I also like it, especially when I take it all into my
mouth and start to suck. He tells me with a hoarse voice not to let him
feel my teeth, to move my tongue, to clasp my lips, he makes me move my
head back and fort - in short he teaches me to do it properly. He makes
me lick it again, lick his heavy balls, the lap fold, and tells me that
I am a little pig, and that he likes it.

After a while he makes me stand up, he lowers my breeches to my knees,
makes me turn and bend ninety degrees, he insalivates my small hole and
pushes it inside me. Yes, it is bigger than that of Jean, it hurts a
little bit, but I like it too much. Robert is strong, he hammers in me
with vigour but after a few strokes he cums, pushing himself completely
inside me, and then I beat off rapidly so I can cum before he withdraws.

Afterwards, he repeats that I am really a little pig, but that he liked
me. I make him promise me, without effort, that he will do it again with
me. Robert tells me that if I learn to suck well, he will make me happy.
Michel never wanted to suck him. Then I ask him what he had to do with
the young duke. These things, Robert answers giggling, then he adds:
"You'll see, in a while it will be your turn."

Appetite comes with eating. At this point I want to do it also with
Michel, who is now fifteen. The occasion rises a few days later. We are
coming back from Nevers, where we went to sell roots at the market.
Michel says at a certain point that he has to pee and stops behind a
tree. I say I also have to, and go near him and pull it out, and look at
his groin. But I, instead of peeing, start to beat off. Michel looks at
me and asks me what the hell I'm doing and what I have to look at him
there. I stretch my arm and caress his little ass. He jolts and tells me
not to be a moron. Then I tell him that I saw that he lets Robert fuck
him, and that I want to do it with him. He blushes, says it is not true.
I take his prick in my hand and feel it. This time he lets me do.

I have to insist for some time, but at last I persuade him to come
between the bushes with me, and here we sit on the ground and I bend
between his legs to suck it - I really like doing that. He moans and
lets me do it, and he even caresses my hair. And after a while, he asks
me to fuck his ass. I don't need to be told twice, he goes on his knees
and stretches is nice little ass towards me. I kneel behind him and take
him... and I understand why Robert and Jean like fucking so much! I am
so excited that I cum almost immediately. Michel seems somewhat
disappointed, but then asks me to make him cum with my lips. I satisfy
his wish and when I feel him cumming, and feel the rather sour taste of
his cream and I feel really happy.

So, hiding one from the other, my three elder brothers urge me to secret
meetings and almost never a day passes without me doing it with one of
them.

I am fourteen when the duke Nicolas finally chooses me. I am happy, and
secretly excited. A soldier rises me bodily and puts me on the saddle in
front of him. He takes me to the castle and entrusts me to a servant,
just telling him that I am for the duke Nicolas. The servant takes me to
the stables, makes me undress, sit in a tub of cold water, and with a
kind of currycomb and soap, vigorously washes my whole body. He is
silent, efficient. He makes me come out, dry, he combs me, then he makes
me wear a simple short cloth tunic.

He takes me up a stairway, to a room where a table is already set. And
he gives me my instructions. I have to pull out my tunic and wait, naked
as the day I was born, standing up near the table. And when the young
duke will arrive, he could ask me anything, I have to obey him without
hesitation if I don't want to end my days starving in the dungeons. Then
he leaves.

I pull off my short tunic and, naked, I am waiting near the table. After
a while the duke enters. He doesn't wear the attire anymore he had when
riding, now he wears a kind of wide silk gown tied at his waist, long to
his ankles, with very wide sleeves. He looks at me and asks my name and
my age. He sits at the table and tells me to start to serve him. While
he eats and drinks, he feels me, first caressing my buttocks, then
rummaging between my legs, then brushing my nipples so that soon I am
aroused, and this seems to please him. I am sincerely somewhat
embarrassed being there all naked while he is not, but this also has its
exciting side.

Also his looks filled with lust are exciting. He tells me that, later, I
can eat his leftovers - there is enough to satisfy the hunger of three
people, I think merrily. He turns on his chair towards me, opens his
legs and tells me to kneel between them. I guess what for, and I obey.
He orders me to open his dress - what appears to my eyes makes me widen
them. An erect, hard, throbbing pole rises from a thicket of brown
curled hair, adorned by the heavy sack of his balls. He asks me if I
like it and, with complete sincerity, I answer yes. He orders me to
caress it. I take it in my hands - it is warm, smooth like silk,
shuddering. He orders me to lick it, and I bend to do it with real
pleasure, remembering Robert's lessons.

The young duke appreciates my job, tells me I am skilled, and that he
likes it. He orders me to suck it and I let it slip between my tight
lips, being careful not to make him feel my teeth, moving my tongue
around it, making it all enter until it's tip is in my throat, then I
start to move my head back and forth in rhythm. The young lord moans,
pleasured, and while he caresses the nape of my neck and shoulders, he
abandons himself against the tall chair's back, spreading his legs more.
I caress the internal part of his thighs, his groin, his lap, his balls,
continuing to suck at it, full of pleasure. It is big, long, hard, and I
think that yes, it will hurt me, but it will also give me a lot of
pleasure.

He makes me stop, he stands up and makes me stand up. He takes me to the
near room where there is a wide tester bed. He unties his gown and lets
it glide on the floor. He has a muscled and strong body, lightly hairy
on his forearms and legs but hairless elsewhere. And at its center that
beautiful pole, fiercely pointing forward. He sees my glance and smiles,
and asks me if I like what I'm seeing, and if I want it into my little
ass. I eagerly say yes. He makes me climb on his bed, he lies on it and
orders me to lick all over his body. Meanwhile he caresses me, he feels
me, he teases me between my buttocks with his finger, and soon he pushes
little by little deeper and deeper inside me, preparing me for another,
bigger invasion. I quiver all over in the wait, a little afraid of the
size of that imposing pole, but also excited about the idea that in a
while he will take me.

And finally he has me on all fours, with two fingers he spreads
something on my hole, he seizes me at my waist and I feel that his pole
rummages, hard and tense, until he finds my hole. He pushes, I moan. He
gives a sharp stroke and starts to invade me, I am not able to retain a
yell, but I want it inside me, I try to endure. He gives another stroke
and sinks some more inside me. It hurts, but I like it too much.

On instinct I push myself against him, and he continues to open his way
in me little by little. I moan, I whine, but I receive it with growing
pleasure. It is a strange sensation, this feeling of pain and pleasure
at the same time. Finally I feel his groin strongly pressing against my
buttocks. He is deeply embed in me. He stops, almost as if he wants to
savour the completed conquest, then he slowly starts to withdraw, to
slip all inside me again with a vigorous push and a loud pleasure moan.
The young duke takes me deeply, with calm, with virile pleasure, so
different from my unskilled brothers.

Even when I feel he is close to reaching his orgasm, the shudders of his
body tell me so, he continues with unchanged strength and calm to glide
in and out of me, until I feel his whole body vibrate and he starts to
fill me with his load, slightly panting. After he comes, he doesn't
stop, he gives me several slow strokes until I feel it becomes soft
again and withdraws from me. So he pulls it out, lies down and tells me
that if I want  I can go to have my meal.

I feel appetite, so I go back to the other room and eat with pleasure.
After a while, I feel watched and rise my head. The young duke is in the
door, his open gown on his shoulders, it almost frames his beautiful
virile body. He smiles at me and tells me that he likes me. He says that
amongst the many boys he had, I am one of the few who allow to be taken
without any fuss, and with evident pleasure. He comes near me and
caresses my ass, still a little hurting. He asks me if he did hurt me. I
say yes, a little, but that I really liked it. He notices I am looking
between his legs and asks me to lick it again. I don't need to be asked
twice, he stands close to me while I am still sitting at the food table,
so his pole is at the right level.

I take it in my hands and start to lick it, to kiss it, to suckle at it
with real pleasure, which increases as his tool is rising again,
quivering and powerful. I take all of it into my mouth and then he
seizes my head between his strong hands and starts to slowly fuck me
between my lips. I caress his swollen balls, his thighs, his sides, his
belly, his twitching buttocks, savouring that tasty pole. He ruffles my
hair, caresses the nape of my neck, my shoulders. I start to beat off,
as I didn't cum before, while I enjoy that strong pole with my lips,
tongue and mouth.

When he cums again, I savour, like a thirsty man at a spring, that warm
and sweet liqueur, that floods my mouth, that pleasurably flows in my
throat, and I also cum. It tastes so good, I confusedly think that it is
because he is a lord... I greedily suck until the last drop, until the
young duke parts from me with a deep sigh. He asks my name again,
caressing my cheek, he asks me if I ate enough. I say yes, so he tells
me to go in his bed. I hear him calling a page to take away the
leftovers. I wait for him to come, but he is late. The wide bed is
incredibly soft, agreeable, and unwillingly, I fall asleep.

When I wake up, the room is dark. I feel the heat of the duke's body
near mine and from his breathing I understand he is sleeping. He has his
arm across my body. I don't move, not to wake him. Through the window
the gentle light of the moon creeps into the room. Shyly, I lower my
hand between my young lord's legs and caress his soft tool, which is
still big, with a warm pleasure. But then I stop and I sweetly fall
asleep again.

In the morning I wake up and the duke is still asleep, but now his pole
is hard and straight. I move on the bed so that I can reach it with my
mouth and start to lick it. I understand he is awake when I feel him
caressing my hair. So I suck it with enthusiasm, until he stops me,
turns me on my side and, from behind, he enters me, pulling me against
himself with one of his hands on my belly and the other on my chest. I
beat off to the rhythm of his fast and short strokes. I feel his warm
breath in my ear, and hear him whispering pleasure words, calling me by
name. Then he pulls my hand away from my prick, seizes it and beats me
off, continuing to pump inside me with growing pleasure. And when,
trembling and moaning, he cums inside me, without pulling out, he turns
on his back, keeping me lying on his body, and continues to beat me off
until I also cum. Then he makes me glide to his side and comes on top of
me. And he tells me that I am born to make love.

For days, I practically remain naked, in his rooms. I eat after him.
When the servants bring the tub with hot water, I bathe with him, wash
him, then myself, and often we also make love there, inside the tub. He
has sex with me at different times of the day, he seems inexhaustible,
insatiable. When he goes out, I have to stay in his rooms waiting for
him. Once he is absent, his page tells me that he never saw his master
so taken by a boy, until then, but he tells me not to illude myself,
sooner or later he will get tired of me and look for another boy.

Anyway, duke Nicolas keeps me with him for two months, which is longer
than the boys he usually takes. And, instead of sending me back home
with my old rags, he makes me take new clothes. When the charged soldier
brings me home, my three elder brothers want me to tell them everything.
Not seeing me go back after the usual month, they worried about me.

I resume my old life, and the contrast is remarkable. The food, the bed,
everything seems miserable to me now. And also when I start having sex
with my brothers again, in comparison with how it was with duke Nicolas,
it seems poor to me. But I have to adapt myself again. So, three months
elapse, when one day three of the duke's soldiers come, and one asks who
is Denis. He tells me that the duke wants me at the castle, and, taking
me up as I am, he brings me back to the castle. The same servant takes
me then to the rooms of the duke.

This time I remain there just for five weeks before he sends me back
home. But the page tells me that, after he had me, the duke doesn't seem
to appreciate the other boys he chooses in the villages of his land.
Four months elapse again, and then I am taken and brought to the castle
again. When the young lord has me, he seems to get tired of me, but when
I am not there, he regrets not having me and he misses me.

This continues for almost two years, but then I'm growing up, becoming
more and more a man, and the duke doesn't send for me again. Rather,
after less than one year after my last time he wanted me at the castle,
it is the turn of my brother Alain to be picked up and taken to the
castle. When Alain is back, just two weeks later, he seems rather upset
- he didn't like what happened, it seems. I ask myself how that could
be, I liked it so much...

First my brother Robert, then also Michel, marry, so they stop having
sex with me. Alain, not even to hint it. So it remains just Jean, but he
also is more and more talking about girls and I understand that soon I
will lose him also...

I am seventeen, almost eighteen, when one Sunday, after the Mass, a
servant from the castle approaches me and asks me if I am Denis, son of
Lois. I say yes. That servant draws me to a corner and tells me that the
duke Nicolas wants me immediately at the castle. I look at him in
surprise, but I cannot but follow him. Along the way I wonder what he
could want from me - for sure now he is no more interested in me,
unfortunately...

The servant takes me to the great castle kitchen and tells me to wait
there. After a while duke Nicolas comes and makes me a gesture to follow
him in the yard and here, strolling, he explains to me that one of his
dearest friends, the Viscount Du Berry, who is now his guest, likes boys
of my age very much and that therefore he wants me, as long as the
Viscount remains at his castle, to become his personal page. I tell him
that I would like to do that, more than willingly, but that I never was
a page, and so I don't know if I will be up to that task. He smiles and
tells me that my main task would be to do more or less what I did with
him, so there will be no problem.

He makes me wash, and wear a page livery, then he takes me to the rooms
of his guest, where the Viscount waits for me. When I enter, he tells
his friend that my name is Denis (I am pleased he still remembers my
name!) and that along his stay he will have me at his disposal for any
of his wishes. The Viscount turns and I remain to look at him agape - he
is of an incredible beauty, he is younger than the duke, he could be
twenty-two years old, rather less than more. His eyes are of a gilded
green, shining, and he has a bright smile..."

"Always very beautiful, your lovers, aren't they?" Eugenio said,
sneering.

"I already explained to you that the concept of beauty is relative,
personal. Possibly you would not have liked him, or anyway less than me,
but to me he was beauty in person..."

"All right, all right... and then?"

"And then... the young Viscount thanks the duke, who leaves us. The
Viscount asks me how old I am, he looks my body up and down, then he
asks me to undress. He turns me around, feels me, studies me with care.
It has a strange effect on me, it seems quite like a client at the
livestock market, and the cattle is me. When I lower my breeches, he
feels between my legs until he arouses me, then he says I am a little
too thin, but that I am all right. He makes me dress again and he laughs
when he sees that I have difficulties to settle my hard prick in the
very tight breeches.

It is strange, but that young man gives me pleasurable and disagreeable
sensations at the same time, I can't understand why. Anyway, it doesn't
matter - I am just a servant and he is a lord and I have to do my best
to please him. For sure he physically attracts me very much, especially
when he smiles, but in other moments he seems cold and off-putting. I am
longing for him to take me in his bed, to see how is making love with
him. He goes to his bedroom where he changes for supper, then he goes
downstairs. A servant brings me some food, and after a while he comes to
take away my leftover.

Waiting, I feel bothered, but at last he comes. He is merry, perhaps the
effect of wine, but he is not at all drunk. He asks me to help him
undress - finally I can see his body and that at once arouses me very
much. Naked, he lies on his back on the bed and tells me to undress. I
rapidly free myself from the livery and go to him on the bed. He stays
on his back, his legs widespread. I bend between his legs and start
sucking him, and feel he likes very much what I'm doing for him. I lick
his balls, and also under them, so he brings his legs against his chest
and orders me to lick his hole. Somewhat hesitant, I obey, and I
discover that it is pleasurable, feeling his hole shuddering under my
laps.

And finally, he asks me to penetrate him! I'm afraid I misunderstood
him, but he repeats his order, impatient. So then... I busy myself on
him. He seems to transform, he becomes hot, passionate. He sucks my
nipples, while I continue to take him with increasing pleasure, he holds
me tight, he moans like in a frenzy. And when I cum inside him, pushing
with all my means, he also cums, squirming and moaning.

Afterwards, he asks me to hold him tight between my arms, to caress him,
he cuddles against me and falls asleep in this position. In the
following days, little by little I understand what he likes, what he
wants from me, what instead bothers him and I conform to his wishes. He
seems more and more happy with my services, he loves the way I fuck his
nice ass, so that when he has to leave the castle, he asks to take me
with him, to keep me as his personal page.

We arrive at his castle, and he makes me wear a new livery with the
colors of his house. I am practically his secret lover. He treats me
very well and, even if during the day he always assumes his haughty air,
I understand that it is just to hide from the others what he really
feels for me.

I am at his service for six months, and I am really happy. I like making
love with the young Viscount very much, who seems to grow more and more
affectionate to me. In fact, one day..."

The voice suddenly became silent. Eugenio, stupefied, waited for it to
resume the narration, then urged: "Hey, one day... what? Why did you
stop? Shit, the phone is not broken, now..."

He tried to call a friend, it worked perfectly, the phone was alright.
He tried to call the voice again, but to no avail.

Then, a sudden idea came to his min - he tried to remember what day he
first heard the voice and how many days it said had to pass before it
could reincarnate, and saw that the prescribed days had elapsed...

He also remembered that, just on the other side of his bedroom wall,
there was the bedroom of the neighboring apartment, and that a young
couple lived there, married just two months before... sometimes, in the
night, especially the first days, Eugenio heard them making love, then
they seemed to have calmed down... but that didn't mean they didn't
continue to fuck.

Therefore, if he was right, that night, around eleven twenty, he did
make her pregnant and the soul in his cellular was now in the just
fertilized cell.

In the following months, Eugenio observed her, until he saw she was
really pregnant... so he approached her, greeting her, and told her that
a nice boy was going to be born, and he told her also in what month. She
smiled, said that the month was right, but that it was not possible to
know if the baby would be a boy or not - she would prefer a girl, after
all.

"No no, believe me, it will be a boy." Eugenio insisted with a
mysterious smile and said goodbye, he went downstairs waving his
cellular. And merrily he thought:  "And he will be gay!"

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THE END

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