Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2000 20:15:56 PST
From: Roderick Shafton <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: THE EMPEROR'S DELIGHT-2

(scat ws ff)

           THE EMPEROR'S DELIGHT--Part 2

   Cassius explained that the Emperor's directive to 'return
home and rest' was a suggestion, rather than an order. Never-
theless, as we entered the huge, luxuriously tiled palace bath
area it was nearly empty. A few senators and sentinels were
bathing or lounging or receiving massages from slaveboys.
Cassius and I stripped and entered the bathing pool. Before
long, Cassius began horsing around with me, tickling and
rubbing up against my wet body. I was soon laughing and trying
to keep Cassius at bay, particularly when I felt the
centurion's long, pendulous organ playing up the crack in my
ass.
   I calmed his passion enough for the time being, but allowed
him to scrub my back. The older man rubbed his hands over my
shoulders, back, and hips, then washed my buttocks and crack
before I could complain. I didn't complain....l enjoyed the
feel of the man's probing fingers, but began to balk when I
felt they may be trying to press a bit too deeply.
   "Cassius, please," I giggled, still not accustomed to
having someone play with my anus. "Let me wash your back, now!"
   Cassius smiled, patiently, and turned around. I began to
spend as much attention to the muscular body as mine had
received. When I reached the hard buttocks, I hesitated, began
to wash up and down the manly, hairy crack, then deviously
stuck my finger up his rectum! Cassius squeezed his bottom
tightly around my probing finger, gasped, and tried to squirm
away. My finger popped out.
   "Easy, Marcus!" he whispered. "My hole is yours to play
with as you please, believe me, but give a fellow fair warning,
will you?"
   "Oh! I don't remember you giving me any warning," I
laughed.
   "No need, as I recall," he teased. "You were quite warmed
up and receptive."
   I blushed and giggled. Then my eyes opened wide in
amazement and horror. I was looking over Cassius' shoulder.
   "BY ZEUS! How disgusting!" I cried. "Oh, Cassius, do such
filthy things happen here often?"
   Cassius turned around and looked. Then he laughed. A man
was on all fours, his protruding buttocks facing the pool.
Another man was sitting next to him, his face near the man's
anus. Below, on the floor, knelt a young slave boy, his hands
cupped below the man's buttocks, ready to receive the hefty
turd being expelled! The sitting man had his nose nearly t
touching the turd--he was sniffing at it!
   "How rude!" I cried. "Having such a perversion is bad
enough, but must he do such things in public?"
   "Things are not always as they seem, Marcus. The sitting
man doing the frantic smelling is Medicalus, the court
physician. He is employing a new technique in diagnosing a
man's health status."
   "By smelling his turd?!" I gushed increduously.
   "Medicalus recently received a health dispatch from
Antioch. Seems that a physician can readily detect internal
problems by analyzing the odor of a man's turd. At least that's
the explanation Medicalus gives. From this analysis, he advises
such things as changes in diet."
   "How strange," I said. "The poor slave boy! Look at the
expression on his face!" The boy's face was scrunched up in
disgust as he gingerly cradled the double handful of shit, then
scampered out to dispose of it. "But did I detect a trace of
skepticism in your voice?"
   "Well," Cassius shrugged, "I don't know the first thing
about healing. Perhaps it is a valid method. But something that
happened recently gave me cause to doubt. I had an appointment
with the physician myself. Arriving early, I entered
Medicalus' quarters. He had a young sentinel, about your age,
in a similar position on his examining table. Not only was he
sniffing and smelling the lad's turd, but licked his anus clean
and was sucking a bit on the end of the smelly shitstick."
   "Really?!!" I cringed.
   "Yes, and at the time I knew nothing of this new practice.
I gasped loudly, drawing his attention to me as I stood there,
staring. He was completely unaffected at having a witness. He
merely smiled at me, slapped the boy on the bottom, and told
him he seemed to be in perfect health and to return in a
month's time for a re-evaluation. Having been witness to some
of the Emperor's excesses, such behavior was more amusing to me
than disturbing. He dismissed the boy, then probably noticing
the sly smile on my face, he started to explain about the
dispatch from Antioch and the new thinking.
   "'Ones that include tasting?!" I asked him. He explained
that for males under the age of 20 it was a more accurate test.
Then he looked at me with a gleam in his eyes and said, 'Of
course, I only resort to the more extreme manner of testing in
special cases!' 'I can see where that young one could indeed be
considered a special case,' I said. 'He was a perfect
darling!' 'Well, I admit,' he told me, 'I've always rather
enjoyed the taste of young bowels...remember, I've also been
the Emperor's physician since he was eleven. And I'm sure
you're quite aware of his fascination with faeces!'"
   "What did he mean?" I asked, suddenly intrigued. Perhaps I
would now learn something about this preoccupation that seemed
to be around me everywhere.
   "Pervertus I, it seems, was an inveterate shit-eater.
Particularly when it came to his son. He started licking the
boy's turds at an early age. So early, in fact, that the boy
must have considered it normal behavior and hardly balked when
his father eventually presented his own lusty turds for the boy
to fondle and experiment with. It would certainly explain the
Emperor's apparent delight in such activities. He does in
private and public what his father did only in private. And his
position of power and authority has no doubt framed his mind
into thinking such activity to be quite normal, as he is, of
course, never criticized. And because of this, his complete
acceptance of such bizarre practices has pervaded the court.
It's amazing how many others freely engage in it simply because
the Emperor has made it acceptable!"
   "And you?" I asked, suspiciously. "Have you been indoctri-
nated into these...pleasures?"
   Cassius smiled. "Well, I've been known to shit a turd or
two for the pleasure of an advocate!"
   "And on the receiving end?" I challenged.
   "No," he replied. "But..." he began fingering my anus, "I
do enjoy a taste here and there, as you know. And I think I
certainly would not be adverse to further explorations with
YOU! If I ever consider allowing a turd to enter my mouth...
I'll be looking to your sweet buttocks to deliver the goods!"
   "Oh, Cassius!" I blushed and gasped.
   "Come on, let's go up to the physician. I'm more than sure
he'd enjoy giving you a thorough examination!"
   "Oh, no, Cassius," I demurred, "I couldn't!"
   "Sure you could. Nothing to it. Just relax and let it out.
He'll do the rest...whatever he decides to do. What do you care
if he wants to taste it? It's not your mouth!
   Besides, it'll afford me a chance to catch your smell more
fully...not to mention the excitement in watching your anus
open up and perform such an intimate function!"
   "I...I don't think so, Cassius. I'm not quite ready for
something like that!"
   "Very well," he laughed. "But remember, Medicalus is the
court physician and you will eventually be required to undergo
an examination. Please, allow me to be there."
   "Oh, um...very well, I guess." The idea excited me and
disgusted me at the same time.
   The man who was just 'examined' came into the pool and
proceeded to bathe...particularly washing his buttocks after his
recent evacuation. Then he left. I was reminding myself not to
duck into the water in the future, when from behind us came a
sensuously-delivered remark.
   "You must be Marcus, the new sentinel. I see you're in
capable hands!" It was Medicalus, the physician. Cassius
removed his hands from fondling my genitals and laughed.
"Hello, Cassius," he cooed, "Has your apprentice made an
appointment for an examination?"
   "Not as yet, Medicalus," he replied. "He is only just now
getting acclimated to his routine. I was just explaining to him
your modern methods of diagnosis," he chuckled, "as he happened
to observe you with the Senator!"
   "AH, YES!" he laughed, "the Senator." Then lowering his
voice a bit, making sure the man had indeed left, he said
conspiratorially, "Aediphus seems to 'require' an examination
quite often...ever since my new method was put into effect. I
feel it stems more from a sense of lustful exhibitionism than
health concerns! Never visiting my quarters, he manages to
corner me in public places to demand my services. Only the
other day on the steps of the Forum he demanded I inspect his
stool. He simply raised his toga and braced himself on the
forward steps and proceeded to immediately shit, while his
slave received his product. I gave it a cursory scent audit, as
I always do, assuring his well-being. Those passing by either
smiled or chuckled, acknowledging Aediphus' seeming preoccu-
pation with shitting in public view. It's becoming so common a
sight! I would not be surprised, were I to be called to the
Senate for some reason during a Senate debate, if Aediphus were
unable to control his desire at being watched and beckoned me
to scrutinize his shitting right on the floor of the Senate!"
   "Ooooh!" I gasped, disgustedly.
   "The lad's not quite accustomed to Court permissiveness,"
Cassius explained for me. "Serving the Emperor has certainly
opened his eyes!"
   "No doubt," Medicalus grinned, eyeing me. "I have an
opening in the morning, Marcus. Come see me and we'll get you
properly checked out!"
   "Well...I..." I wasn't prepared for it to happen so soon.
   "No need to wait, young one," he said pointedly. "And be
sure not to void your bowels before then. It wouldn't do to
have nothing to inspect, now would it?"
   I looked at Cassius, expectantly.
   "We'll be there," he told the physician. "I'm sure you
don't mind if I observe, Medicalus?"
   "Certainly not. Tell me...is your concern professional or
personal?" he chided.
   "Both! To help put the boy at his ease...and for a personal
thrill!"
   "Hmmmm...I didn't realize you'd come to enjoy the exotic,
Cassius!"
   "Exotic, Medicalus?" he teased. "I thought it was strictly
a modern health diagnosis?"
   "Of course, Centurion," he smiled. "See you in the
morning." He left.
   "Must I endure this, Cassius?" I asked as we approached the
physician's quarters.
   "What matters it? Now or later, it must be endured," he
calmed me.
   Displaying a professionalism, Medicalus formally welcomed
us, then began a cursory study of my ears, mouth, throat,
limbs, etc. Then he sat on a low stool and bade me stand before
him. I gulped and shot a look at Cassius as the physician
lifted my tunic.
   "Hold, please, Marcus," he smiled. I held the fabric up...
my middle exposed naked. "Spread your legs." I did so as he
fondled my genitals and inspected them closely. Holding my
tube, he began to rub it gently back and forth. I blushed as it
began to rise from his manipulations. I looked at Cassius,
pleadingly. He only smiled at my discomfort. "Ah...sorry...I,"
I whined to Medicalus, "it does it so easily..."
   "Relax young sentinel," he stroked. "It's my intention that
you erect. Determining sexual function is part of the examina-
tion." He casually stroked my organ as it rose strong and rigid
in his hands. "You certainly seem to have no problem in that
area! Now, disrobe please and position yourself on the table
...bottom raised...and I'll inspect the other side."
   The tingling in my groin, in addition to my unexpected
erection, had me feeling less reluctant. I stripped and mounted
the table on all fours as I felt Medicalus grab my hips and
pull me up higher. Sighing resignedly, I thrust my naked
buttocks back without being asked. Then I rested my head on the
table, deciding to allow it all to happen. Pressing his hands
on my cheeks, the physician calmly separated them a bit to
expose my anus. I heard Cassius come closer to the table.
   "Delightful, is it not Medicalus?!" he teased the
physician.
   "Uh, well, yes, Cassius. Seems quite normal, I'd s-say." I
could feel his hands trembling. He continually worked his
hands, opening and closing my bottom. I couldn't tell if he
were hesitating, or enjoying the sight of my anus puckering as
he manipulated me.
   "Hadn't you best begin, Medicalus?" he asked.
   "What?"
   "The examination, Medicalus, shouldn't you proceed?"
   "Oh, yes...of course!" he said, seemingly breaking from a
trance.
   "Explain the procedure as you go along, would you?" Cassius
requested in a most serious tone. "I'm quite interested in this
modern approach."
   "Ah, certainly, Cassius. Be glad to. We'll go through it
step by step. First," he invited the Centurion to join him,
suspecting his underlying interest, "we peruse the area as is
for foreign odors. Breathe with me, deeply, to see if anything
is amiss."
   I felt two faces nestled near my hole, smelling me as my
cheeks were wrenched apart. How strange, I reflected, excited
and embarrassed at the same time. I wondered if I were clean
enough. My question was soon answered, rather rudely.
   "QUITE FRAGRANT!" the physician announced, loudly. "How do
you find it, Cassius?"
   "The boy is quite pungent!" he remarked. "Is that good?"
   "Neither good nor bad...merely an observation. The track is
quite moist. Would you say it's a natural odor for a young
man's bottom?"
   "Any I've come in contact with!" Cassius laughed.
   "Correct. Nothing out of the ordinary. Much as a vibrant
lad should smell! Tell me, Marcus," he directed at me, "you
have withheld evacuation as requested, have you not?"
   "Y-yes," I quietly answered.
   "Splendid! Then we shall proceed to the stool examina-
tion." A moist finger was suddenly inserted into my rectum! I
flinched.
   "Hold, boy. It's in now. Concentrate on relaxing your
muscles. Just allow me to explore your insides. Don't resist."
   I tried not to, but it took several minutes for me to
accept the intrusion into my most private region...especially
as I felt on display before these two men! But the physician's
patience, and the mounting urgency I was beginning to feel from
having withheld my voiding, soon had me involuntarily welcoming
their intimate inspection!
   Finally exploring freely, Medicalus exclaimed, "AH, HERE IT
IS! I'M FINGERING IT NOW! Loose it, boy, loose it! BOLT THAT
TURD!"
   I strained and grunted, but to no avail. My natural
instincts were inhibited by their presence. My muscles simply
would not relax.
   "Push, lad!" the physician encouraged. "Shit for us that we
may smell and examine your turd!"
   "I...I can't!" I cried. "I can't seem to relax enough."
   Standing and bending over me, Medicalus inserted a finger
from his other hand and began to pull my anus open both ways.
   "BY THE GODS, I'LL HAVE THAT TURD! IT'S RIGHT THERE, RIGHT
INSIDE. GIVE IT, YOUNG SENTINEL, GIVE IT UP!"
   "Perhaps you can judge by smelling, Medicalus?" Cassius
offered. "Tis right there, just inside. He's quite expanded...
surely a nose inserted within could make a determination."
   "Perhaps, Cassius," he agreed, breathlessly. "I shall
try." Bending over to my bottom, he stuck his nose into my open
hole! Frantically, he took loud, nuzzling, sniffs. Frustrated
that I held it in, he seemed to want to pull it out by the
suction of his nose...to suck the turd out of me into his
nostrils!
   "Perhaps the taste test, Medicalus!" Cassius suggested, now
needling the physician in a playful manner. Medicalus failed to
catch the insolence at first. "You say it resides just
inside," he continued. "Perhaps a tongue thrust within could
reach your desired object?"
   "Yes, yes...worth the attempt," he panted. Getting directly
behind me, he thumbed my hole open and jammed his tongue
inside, licking furiously to reach the end of my turd!
   "DIG IN, PHYSICIAN, DIG IN!" Cassius cried, amusement in
his voice. "EXAMINE HIM THOROUGHLY!"
   He licked and sucked into my anus madly, then calmly pulled
away.
   "You mock me, Cassius?" he accused, then quietly laughed
realizing the spectacle he must have presented. "Ah, well...I
suppose it must be apparent, then! The health approach is quite
valid, I assure you. But I can hardly deny my actions. I do
indeed enjoy the fragrance and taste of a young man or boy's
bottom product! Do you find me repulsive, then?"
   "Fear not, physician," Cassius assured, "perhaps you only
do freely what most of us find reluctance at. I do not judge
you. I find the boy's bottom extremely enticing myself. Perhaps
I can discover the joys in your fascination also. At the least,
allow me to give what assistance I can." Cassius positioned
himself behind me, replacing Medicalus, as he fondled my
bottom.
   "Now, lad," he coaxed, "besides a health diagnosis, the
physician greatly desires, you no doubt heard, to smell and
taste your turd for the excitement he derives! Come, give it up
to us. I also wish to view your shitting...to become intoxi-
cated with your hot fragrance! You are widely gaping. Indeed,
it rests just within, I can plainly see. Squeeze that precious
morsel through your portal, Marcus, that we may handle it and
breathe its sweet aroma! The physician's organ tents his tunic
...as does mine! There is no disgust at this end...only
anticipation!"
   My own prick was dripping copiously as Cassius' soothing
words put me at ease. Sensing my muscles give voluntarily, I
ARCHED MY BACK AND BOLTED MY TURD! A swift hand stopped it from
being ejected completely.
   "LICK, PHYSICIAN, LICK AS YOU DESIRE THE BOY'S STEAMING
TURD FRESH FROM ITS PLIANT SHEATH!"
   Medicalus rapidly ran his tongue over my anus and along the
massive column protruding from my pit of stink! Cassius' firm
hand denied it complete expulsion, allowing the man to enjoy
his perversion!
   "By the movement of his tongue, Marcus, I'd say the
physician diagnoses good health with extreme sweetness! He
licks lovingly as if lost in a reverie. Were he to put his
mouth over the end, I daresay he would willingly devour it!"
   "Splendid idea, Centurion. Move your hand away!" The
pressure thus relieved for a split second, my turd shot into
the physician's mouth and lodged in his throat! I squeezed off
at the point of delivery, quickly turning to see the cause of
Cassius' boisterous laughing. Medicalus was just dislodging the
foul column, coughing and sputtering. Red faced, he blushingly
smiled. "Not exactly what I had in mind but," taking a few
final licks, "not altogether unpleasant!"
   "Um...something to wipe with?" I asked shyly.
   "Here, use this," Cassius offered a cloth, still chuckling.
   "Nay," Medicalus waved him away, "that which comes from the
depths offers a truer test of condition." With that he nestled
his face between my cheeks and licked it away! Arising, he
swirled it around in his mouth, contemplating seriously.
"Perfect health, young sentinel. And quite delicious besides!"
   But all this happened the morning after the Emperor's feast.
We bathed and lounged before dressing for the evening.


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