Chapter Two: At the General Gracchus Inn
A couple of hours passed as the mage's quill scratched away and the candle burned lower. The sounds of music and laughter, dimly audible from downstairs, gradually diminished till master and slave were left in silence. Then there came a gentle knock at the door. "Come in" said the mage. The door opened to reveal the grinning face of Lepidus the servant boy. "Ah there you are dear boy! I trust your duties are all finished, and that you will not be missed for half an hour or so?" "That's right, master Mage!". Lepidus entered the room, glancing across at Callixtus still sitting cross legged on the rug by the fire. How charming Lepidus looked, thought Magnus. Was that a flush of embarrassment on his cheeks, or just the reflection from the glow of the fire in the grate?
The mage rose and approached Lepidus. Callixtus was uncertain what if anything he was supposed to do but he knew that if his master rose to his feet then he must too. The mage reached towards Lepidus's waist, and gently drew off his leather belt. Then he eased the tunic from his shoulders. It fell to the ground, revealing Lepidus's undergarments, which as was usual in the Empire consisted of a small white linen breechcloth. Without a word, Lepidus stepped out of his tunic and stooped down to unlatch and remove his sandals. Then he stood up again, avoiding looking at the mage.
Callixtus, who still had no idea what was about to happen but was gradually becoming aware of what this might presage, stared in fascination as the mage slipped off his own tunic - which was snowy white, in contrast to the seagreen of his travel cloak, which hung on a peg by the door. Magnus removed his own sandals, then pulled the drawstring of his breechcloth, which fell to his feet revealing his rigidly tumescent member. It was of moderate girth and slightly above average size, projecting out from his smooth shaved groin and jutting upwards at a curvaceous angle. Lepidus untugged the string of his own breechcloth to reveal his own member, which was long and thin but as yet flaccid. The servant boy, like the mage, had no pubic hair but was entirely smooth. However, the mage had some hair on his legs and his chest, whereas Lepidus's body was entirely shaved and hairless. They looked at each other and grinned, and Magnus gestured towards the bed.
The naked servant boy climbed up on the bed and took up a position kneeling on all fours. Magnus climbed up behind him as Lepidus, blushing furiously with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment, looked over his shoulder at him. Lepidus was no virgin - he had tumbled with a number of local wenches, and had also on occasion supplemented his meagre wages with inn customers who were prepared to pay for sex with him. But he had never performed in front of an audience before, and even though Callixtus was only a slave, nevertheless he found the other boy's presence uncomfortable.
Magnus, on the other hand, derived a great deal of satisfaction from the prospect of having an audience.
"Callixtus, would you please look in my travel bag on the desk and bring me the small bue flask you will find there." He said this without looking at the slave, but fondled his rampantly erect member as he fixed his eyes fixed intently on Lepidus and his totally glabrous and glorious nudity, gleaming in the glow of candles and firelight.
Callixtus obediently found the vial and brought it uncertainly to his master.
"Remove the stopper, and spread some of the contents on your fingers...good...now apply it here, if you please." Callixtus had greased his fingers with a colourless and odourless viscous liquid he had found in the vial, and now - blushing furiously - applied it gingerly to the tip of Magnus's cock.
"Don't be shy, boy - spread it all along the shaft." Callixtus complied. The mage's tumescent member felt gratifyingly large and warm. Soon, Callixtus had it well slicked, although to add to his embarrassment his own member had started to twitch into life.
"Thank you Callixtus. Now please place that cushion under Lepidus's belly, and stand back a little from the bed. But pay attention, for I may need you."
Callixtus did as he was bid, then moved back and continued to watch. His breath was coming in short shallow bursts, and his own member was now as fully erect as Magnus's, although he was glad to note that neither the mage nor the servant looked in his direction; naked as he was, there was no hiding his excitement.
Magnus shifted himself closer to Lepidus's proffered arse and gently slapped his turgid cock on the boy's back, then drew it across his globular bum cheeks and rubbed it gently against the boy's crack. Lepidus, whose own member was now rapidly swelling, exhaled loudly. Now Magnus started rubbing his glans against the boy's cherry, till it was slick with gel, and very gently started to slip it inside. Lepidus let out a loud groan. When the glans was inside, Magnus waited for a while so the boy could get used to it, then slowly slid the shaft in deeper. Lepidus, face down on the bed, gave a muffled cry of pain as the mage's cock slid deeper inside him, until the mage had penetrated him to his full length. Then he gently and slowly pulled it partially out, and in again, proceeding with an ever faster rhythm to fuck the boy, who groaned in pain and pleasure.
Callixtus watched entranced, his own cock twitching, as the mage now started to fuck Lepidus vigorously. After several minutes the mage suddenly gave a loud groan and thrust his whole body forward, leaning down on the boy's back and nuzzling the nape of his neck.
This sight was too much for Callixtus, who grabbed his own cock and gave it a few tugs - it only needed two or three and then suddenly the slave ejaculated all over his belly, trying to suppress his own groans in case the other two noticed. But they were engrossed in each other. Slowly, Magnus withdrew his reddened and engorged cock from Lepidus's hole, and wiped it casually on the cheeks of the boy's buttocks. Then he straightened up and stood off the bed. "Thank you, dear boy" he said, "that was most pleasurable."
Magnus moved over to his desk, took a small leather pouch and handed it to Lepidus, who was flushed with exertion, although his own erection had rapidly disappeared as soon as the mage had started pumping him. "You may keep the pouch as well as the contents. I hope that next time I am passing you will be equally accomodating." "Thank you, Master Mage!" said Lepidus, grinning at the clink of coin in spite of his raw arse. He quickly got dressed and left. Just before he left the room, Magnus caught him in his arms, embraced him, and planted a kiss on his forehead. Lepidus, smiling happily, bade him a cheery goodnight.
"Well Callixtus" said the mage, turning to his slave, "I see you enjoyed yourself as well." Callixtus blushed furiously. His own member was rapidly deflating, but still swung heavily down, and the splatter of sperm over his belly and the string descending from the tip of his knob spoke all to clearly of his inability to control himself. But as his master seemed amused rather than annoyed, he cleaned himself as best he could with his hands. Soon, the mage was fast asleep in his comfortable bed. Callixtus reflected that the bed was easily big enough to accomodate both of them, but it was not his place as a slave to share his master's bed. Besides, the rug was comfortable and the fire, though low, still gave off a comfortable heat. The room was heavy with the scent of wine and candles and sex. The slave boy curled up on the rug, his mind a confused mix of strange feelings, and surrendered himself to sleep.