With an obviously feigned air of modest reluctance, Hektor approached the master's chair. Rufus began stroking his cheek.
"You're really quite a practised little tart, aren't you?' he murmured, sliding his hand down the boy's front and lifting his tunic. Hektor wore no loincloth and he was already hard, his slim cock standing up almost vertically as his master stroked it. Rufus looked over Hektor's shoulder to indicate to Kalon that he should join in but the youth had already shed his tunic and was unwinding his loincloth as he approached and kneeled behind Hektor.
Hektor was purring under his master's ministrations then squeaked as he felt something he hadn't expected. He turned his head to see a naked Kalon behind him, hands on his cheeks and face buried in his podex. This was new! Neither his old master nor the kitchen slave he had let suck his pipinna had done anything like this!
He was just about to get the tingling feeling when his master stopped fondling him and pulled his limp body upright. "Let's get a proper look at you."
Hektor shed his tunic quickly and flaunted his naked body before his two admirers.
"Do you squirt yet, boy?" asked his master.
"No, domine."
"Excellent – we don't have to worry about tiring you out." Rufus pulled the boy against him again and began stroking his cock with renewed fervour. Kalon buried his face into Hektor's arse, his tongue probing the boy's hole. Hektor squealed in pleasure, his loins thrusting, each movement bringing renewed ecstasy – forward into his master's caressing fingers, back into Kalon's penetrating tongue. He felt the tingling feelings build in him.
"Oohh master, yes, faster, faster ooohhh, I'm getting the feeeelingggg. Nnnggggg." His body trembled, wracked by the fiercest orgasm of his young life and he collapsed against his master's body. Rufus let him lean limply in his arms for a while before standing up. He looked down at the boy. His cock had gone limp for mere seconds after his dry cum and was already lifting towards full alert. "Ah the energy of the young," he remarked. "Now stand up properly boy. I think it's time you returned the favour."
Rufus began to pull off his tunic. While he was still getting it over his head he felt Hektor's fingers at his subligaculum. The loincloth was whipped off him before he had even had the chance to throw off the tunic. The boy was clearly experienced!
Rufus sat back down. "I suspect you know what to do, boy," he said, pushing gently on the top of Hektor's head.
"Oh, yes master. Ohh domine, you've got a big one. Much bigger that Ti..." the boy trailed off.
"Much bigger than Titus Oppius you mean. Well he's a half-Greek ex-slave and I'm senatorial nobility. So you did fuck him before the domina threw you out, then?"
"Yes domine. I sucked his mentula and he did me up my podex – but I think the domina's maid saw us."
"I bet that warmed her up a bit."
Hektor was now knelt before his master, stroking his balls. "No hair master?"
"No. I have Kalon shave it off. As does my cousin the great conqueror Caesar, as it happens. Although I'm sure his tonsor is nowhere near as skilled in other areas!" He smiled at Kalon, who was kneeling behind Hektor stroking the boy's plump arsecheeks.
Rufus leant back in his chair as Hektor's practised lips engulfed the head of his mentula. "Ohh yes, boy, yes," he moaned, stroking Hektor's face and hair. "You've been taught well." Hektor' head bobbed up and down. He flicked his tongue against the underside of the man's shaft, alternating with making humming noises against the cock – using every trick Lukas the kitchen slave had taught him.
Rufus was in ecstasy. Buying the Gallic boy was a risk – he could turn into an athletic and aggressive little sex demon – or he might reject the idea out of some barbarian scruple. And Rufus was an unusual Roman male, in finding sex with an unwilling partner dull. But this boy... "You have chosen well, Kalon," he moaned looking over the avidly fellating boy slave to the handsome youth kneeling behind him. Kalon now had two fingers working the boy's spit-lubricated hole and he looked enquiringly at his master.
"You want to fuck him boy? Then fuck him."
Kalon grinned and positioned himself behind Hektor. He thought momentarily about getting the perfumed oil kept for this purpose in the bookchest but the boy's arse seemed slippery enough with sweat spit and his own juices. Kalon spat on his hand, rubbed it on his slim cock and thrust into the boy's podex.
Hektor's head came off his master's cock as the youth's cock penetrated his ring. He moaned in momentary pain and then moaned again – at a much higher pitch – as Kalon's probing mentula stimulated his chickpea-sized prostate.
As his head went back down into his master's lap, Rufus lifted his chin and stood up. The sight of his two boy slaves fucking was so erotic that he knew he would cum and exhaust himself if Hektor's skilful touched his glans one more time. He stood up and moved to kneel beside the seating boys, stroking their smooth bodies as they rutted on the floor.
Kalon's mind could barely take it in. So this is what it's like! His first fuck as the active partner. Why had no-one told him it was so hot inside a boy's arse? So hot and so tight! He grunted, thrusting up into Hektor's hole. "Oh fuck yes. So tight, you little bitch. You like this? Want it harder?:"
Hektor was panting and groaning from the way Kalon's thin cock was working over the joy button deep inside him. And he wanted more. "Do it properly! Come on, fuck me hard! Faster! Oh yes! Fuck meeeeeee..."
Kalon had grabbed the younger boy's thighs and was pounding his arse with rapid, frantic thrusts, leaning over to kiss his kneeling master hard on the lips. The fifteen year old was too young to last long. He groaned and pulled Hektor back against his thrusting loins, pumping a load of his juice deep inside the boy's rectum.
As he withdrew, he was nudged aside by his master, who plunged his man-sized weapon to the hilt into Hektor's twitching arse. The boy squealed. Now THIS was more like it. He felt his master's cock thrusting in and out and then withdraw.
"Let's look at you properly." The man flipped the boy onto his back, lifted and spread his ankles and thrust back into this waiting arse. Hektor, his legs draped over his master's shoulders, grunted in time with the man's thrusts. "Ohh, uh, domine, uh, you're so, uh, good. I'm, uh, your boy, lord, uh. Fuck me, uh harder."
"Finish him off," the master ordered Kalon. The youth leaned over and took Hektor's rigid spike into his mouth, sucking in time with Rufus's pounding of the boy's arse.
Hektor squealed and his eyes rolled back into his head. His body shook with a second cataclysmic dry orgasm, his ring tightening on his master's cock and driving the man, too, over the edge. "Ohhh yessss boy," shouted Rufus, unloading load after load of sticky cum into his slave. The stimulation and feeling was too much. Hektor blacked out momentarily, his body going limp as Rufus withdrew his slowly softening cock from the boy's podex. He checked that the boy was recovering then pulled the hot sweaty bodies of both his slaves to him as they lay panting on the cool tiles.
Dubnorix, once the privileged younger son of an Armorican village chieftain, now the slaveboy Cervus wandered from the kitchen licking the remains of a honeycake from his fingers. The cook had been plump and motherly – a slave of the Aurelii since birth, she told him, as her mother and grandmother had also been. Cervus felt better than he had in a long time. He headed for the master's study, hoping to talk more to the other boys. The study door was open slightly and he could hear noises from inside. Heart pounding he peeked around the door.
On the tiled floor the Greek boy Hektor lay squirming and groaning while the master....ohh! Cervus had heard of arse-fucking. The young men of his father's household had crudely joke that it was what he could expect of the village was taken by the Romans. He has been scared by their warnings, but strangely excited too, in way he could scarcely identify and would never admit. But with the village burned and his father – and most of the young men – dead, the legionaries had been more interested in his mother and sister. His value had been purely monetary as far as they were concerned.
But now! He knew he should go back to the kitchen quietly and pretend he had seen nothing. But he could not drag his eyes from the spectacle and, almost involuntarily, his hand went under his tunic and inside his subligaculum to stroke his steel-hard penis. Breathing as quietly as he could he watched as Hektor shuddering orgasm left his body limp and his master drained. Almost at the same time he couldn't avoid moaning slightly as he shot three jets of watery Gallic boy-cum into his loincloth.
Kalon lifted himself up on his elbow and looked towards the door. "I think we have an audience, domine."