Nova Baiae Rhodri's Story Chapter Four Aeolus, the slave.
This is a story of erotic fiction meant to be read by adults over the age of eighteen years or above the legal age of your jurisdiction
Jean-Christophe: April, 2019
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Chapter 4:
As I follow the slave, Aeolus up a narrow flight of steps, my eyes are firmly fixed on the perfection of his ass. Lustfully, I watch as the sensuous undulations of his striped ass-cheeks coupled with the added stress of carrying my bags combine to highlight the rippling muscles of his back and arms
We reach my room and Aeolus stands to one side - as a mark of respect for my free status - to allow me to enter. The room isn't luxurious by the standards of mainland accommodation but I tell myself it isn't meant to be. It, like the rest of Nova Baiae, is meant to replicate life as it was lived in Roman times.
It is sparsely furnished but clean. A small cot stands against one wall and beneath a shuttered window overlooking the narrow street is a wooden wash-stand, a metal washbasin and a burnished, copper mirror. The only other furnishings are a chair and a small, wooden table.
Aeolus places my bags in a corner of the room and asks somewhat suggestively.
"What does Master Rhodri require of me?"
The implication contained in his words is obvious and my need for sexual relief has grown urgent. The slave's need is also very obvious. His cock stands out at an elevated angle from his smooth groin and it is leaking profusely.
"You can begin by undressing me, boy. And then we'll take it from there. One step at a time!"
"Thank you, Master! As you wish, Master." Aeolus replies eagerly.
He requires no second bidding and immediately pulls my shirt over my head and I stand stripped to the waist. Modesty stops me from describing myself as handsome. But I have been told by other men that I am and, going further, they also told me I have a great body. Suffice to say, I do take pride in my appearance and work out at my local gym three or four times a week. And this shows in my well-defined, muscularity. I also take great care in my personal grooming. I'm somewhat vain about my hair which is dirty blond in color and stylishly long. My chest is moderately covered by hair of the same color as that on my head and my limbs.
The slave pauses and shyly twirls my chest hair before "tweaking" my coin-sized nipples into needle-sharp points. His touch is electric and my need grows stronger - and more urgent. Then, as he bends his head to suckle my nipples, a tremor of anticipatory pleasure ripples through my body. I reach out to ruffle his closed cropped hair and touch his smooth, flawless skin.
The slave is appealing and I am anxious to "explore" his body further. I tell him to continue to undress me. He stands just centimeters from me and as he exhales, I smell the sweetness of his breath and feel its warmth on my face. He unfastens the belt of my shorts and eases them down over my waist into a crumpled heap around my ankles. He kneels and gently frees my feet from my shorts and my sandals.
Just one item of clothing stands between me and total nudity - my undershorts. He hooks his fingers into the waistband and slowly eases them down my legs allowing my rampant cock to spring free from its confinement.
Aeolus leans forward and suckles my balls. As his tongue massages first one ball and then its mate, my body arches backwards and a low moan of pleasure escapes my lips. I am further aroused as the slave uses the tip of his tongue to trace along the underside of my stiffened staff to my cockhead. There, he pauses momentarily allowing me to regain some of my composure before he takes my throbbing member into the warm embrace of his mouth. Aeolus, the slave has rendered me captive to his wiles; now, I am a slave to my body's lust.
Soterus said earlier that Aeolus is a recent purchase. How then can one so young - and I would have thought, inexperienced - have developed the skills he now demonstrates in lifting me to such heights of passion. I will need to question him at a later date. But for now, my lust overtakes me. I pull his head away from my groin and gruffly tell him.
"Boy, I need to fuck you! NOW!"
"Yes Master," the slave replies, "and how do you want me; lying on my back with my legs raised? Or on all fours so that you can fuck me like a dog!"
I consider both options and each has its particular appeal. To see Aeolus lying flat on his back with his legs raised and his ass elevated in invitation to my cock is enticing but to see him crouching on all fours with his balls swinging freely between his thighs and his ass-hole puckering in expectation also has appeal. Momentarily, I consider my options and then tell him.
"Let's have you on all fours so that I can fuck you doggy-style."
"Yes Master!" The slave replies and hurries into position. "And Master, there's no need to grease my hole. I prepared myself prior to your arrival."
The knowledge that the slave had come to my room "prepared" surprises me. Was this part of Soterus honouring Commodus' request that he extends his hospitality to me? I am curious and despite my need, I ask Aeolus.
"How so, boy! Who told you to grease your hole for me?"
"Master, it wasn't done for you." The slave replies apologetically. "As part of my duties, Master Soterus rents my holes out to some of the inn's patrons and I must always be ready for when someone needs to use me. For two bronze asses, Master's patrons can enter either of my holes for ten minutes."
It comes as a surprise to hear that Aeolus is in fact used as a "whore slave" by his master. But I conclude that this is an "in-house" concession to Soterus' patrons. The cost to Soterus' patrons of using his slave is minimal and the fee he charges is a nominal one. Earlier, in the forum, I noticed luscious grapes were selling for eight bronze asses a bunch. And later, as I enjoy my evening meal, I'll discover that a mug of wine also sells for two asses.
And this explains the slave's undoubted skills at lifting me to such heights of desire. He is obviously well-schooled in giving sexual pleasure. It all makes perfect sense.
I haven't a problem with slaves being used in this manner. I wholeheartedly support the institution of slavery and even though I don't own a slave of my own I see nothing wrong with an owner using a slave in any manner he chooses. The reason I don't own my own slave is purely economic - or lack of money to be precise - and not one of ideology. Put simply, I can't, as yet, afford to buy a slave of my own. But that is a situation I hope to correct when I gain employment back on the mainland.
I take my cock in my hand and press its throbbing, hungry head against the soft yielding flesh of the slave's ass-hole. Eagerly, he pushes back against me and I feel his body opening to accommodate me. Despite my dominant nature, I have no desire to hurt the slave. Indeed, the opposite is true. He is very appealing in his youth and I sense an underlying vulnerability on his part. I wonder how he became a slave and I determine to question him about this at a more suitable time.
Incrementally, I slide my shaft deeper into Aeolus. His warm, silky-smooth flesh wraps itself around my own rock-solid flesh and his inner muscles grasp my cock in a firm embrace. I begin slowly; enjoying the satiny feel of his ass and the "milking" of my cock as his muscles expand and contract sending waves of pleasure surging through me. I am lost in the moment and I lose track of time.
Aeolus is a true delight! Fucking him is one of the most enjoyable couplings I have ever experienced. As my ardour mounts, I quicken the pace of my thrusting and soon we are both moaning in our mutual pleasure. I look down on the slave's back and see the glistening sheen of his sex sweat which matches that of my own.
The erotic smell of our rutting and the sound of my naked flesh slap-slap-slapping against the slave's naked flesh are proving to be a powerful aphrodisiac. Our two bodies are joined as one and he matches my every move. With each thrust of my cock Aeolus' response is both enthusiastic and immediate. He relaxes his body as he pushes his ass back against my engorged member and his willingness to take it further into the warm recess of his body is clearly evident.
And my own enthusiasm equals that of the slave; I dispense with all niceties and with several mighty thrusts of my hips, my swollen cock is soon plowing deeper within the slave's rectum. Aeolus' initial gasp of surprise at this further invasion of his body soon gives way to appreciative grunts and softs moans of pleasure.
As I fuck the slave, I'm aware of the stress this places on my back muscles whilst the ever-quickening thrusting of my hips causes the flexing and tightening of my ass-cheeks. The late afternoon sunlight filters in through the shuttered window and castes dancing shadows on Aeolus' sweat soaked skin.
I hear the slave's heightened breathing and the slapping of my hard flesh against his yielding ass causes him to give voice to his mounting passion.
Selfishly, my demeanor turns to one of total disregard for Aeolus and I have no regard for his feelings. He is simply a slave I am fucking and all my attention is focused on my own pleasure. Leaning forward, I take hold of both sides of the slave's waist to steady his body against the increasing violence of my thrusts.
Both the slave and I are covered in our sex sweat which drips copiously from our hard-working bodies and darkens the bare floorboards beneath us. The noise of our rutting fills the room; surely it can be heard by the patrons in the inn below whose murmured conversations are a backdrop to our loud panting and the slurping of my cock as it reams the slave's greased ass-hole.
Inevitably, my enjoyment of the young slave reaches its climax. I arch my back as I grind my groin into the twin mounds of Aeolus' waiting ass and I feel the involuntary clenching of my buttocks as I begin to ejaculate. I take a firm hold of both sides of slave's trim waist to steady myself as I pump wave after wave of hot cum into his ass. My knees sag under the onslaught of my generous ejaculation; the intensity of which soon has the slave squirming helplessly on the end of my cock.
Then, with one final lunge of my hips and a last triumphant shout, I am spent and collapse onto the sweat soaked back of the slave to recover. Slowly, I wilt and my flaccid cock slips out of Aeolus' ass. I am spent!
For several moments there is silence as we both recover. Then Aeolus speaks.
"Thank you, Master! Thank you for fucking me, Master Rhodri. I hope I lived up to your expectations, Master?"
"You did indeed boy! But why do you ask?"
"Master! Dominus Soterus will ask you how I performed. Should you express disappointment with me, then my Dominus will have me whipped as punishment."
I feel pity for the young slave. His fear of Soterus' punishment is evident and that fear no doubt ensured he gave me complete satisfaction. I noticed earlier that his ass had been caned recently and I have no wish to add to his suffering.
"Then, slave, I must make sure your Master knows that you performed your duties above all my expectations."
I am unprepared as the slave falls to his hands and knees and crawls to where I am standing and kisses my feet in gratitude.
"Thank you! Thank you, Master! Thank you for being kind, Master. I hope I can be of service to you again, Master?"
"I hope so too, boy! I'd like that very much." I reply not unkindly.
"Master, may I clean you?"
His offer is too good to refuse and I accept readily. Aeolus kneels before me and gently uses his tongue to clean my cock and balls of the residue of our fucking. Despite having ejaculated just a few moments ago, I find myself responding to the slave's ministrations; I arch my back and push my groin forward giving him easier access to my genitals. I look down on his bobbing head and impulsively, I reach out to ruffle his closely cropped hair. Momentarily, he looks up and I see the sadness in his eyes. It's a sadness I'd not seen before and I suppose it is the sadness that all those who are held in slavery against their will feel for the loss of their freedom and the acceptance of the abuse heaped upon them by their owners and all free men. Suddenly, I want to know more about this young slave.
"How long have you been a slave Aeolus?"
"I don't know for sure, Master. But I was captured by slavers and sold in October. What month is it now, Master?"
"The boy's question takes me by surprise and I am amazed that he doesn't know the current month.
"It's July, Aeolus! You didn't know that?"
"No, Master! A slave has no understanding of time. All a slave's time belongs to his Master and he has no need of dates. But thank you for telling me it's July, Master. By my reckoning, I have been a slave for eight or nine months."
The sadness and the tone of his voice tell me that for Aeolus his time spent as a slave seems much longer.
"How did you become a slave?" I continue with my questions.
"I was snatched on the mainland by a gang of slavers who brought me with a shipment of new slaves to Nova Baiae to be sold in the local slave market, Master. It was there that Dominus Soterus bought me and two other new slaves to work in his tavern."
"You're not the only slave working in the tavern? Your master has other slaves too?"
"Yes Master. Dominus Soterus has two other boys who were brought from the mainland in the same shipment of slaves which included me. Their names are Ovid and Virgil, Master."
"And what are their duties, Aeolus?"
"Master, their duties are the same as mine. They work around the tavern, cook in the kitchen, serve the patrons and like me they are 'whore' slaves for Master's patrons. And we also provide 'entertainment' each night for the tavern's patrons, Master."
"What type of entertainment?" My interest is aroused. "What do you do; sing or dance?"
"Yes, if we are required to do so, Master. But mostly we entertain in other ways."
"What other ways?"
"We have to put on displays of sex for Master's patrons. They decide what we are to do and we must follow their directions. If we please the patrons, they throw coins onto the floor to show their appreciation. Of course, the coins aren't ours. They belong to our Master. If we perform well, then Dominus is well rewarded. Should we perform badly or fail to please the patrons, there are fewer coins and then we are punished with a whipping."
"Will you be performing tonight, Aeolus?"
I ask and hope that his answer will be in the affirmative. Despite my feelings of sympathy for the young slave, I should like to see him and his fellow slaves involved in some erotic sexual tableau.
"Of course, Master. We perform every night without exception."
Aeolus' answer excites me and whets my appetite. I've come to Nova Baiae to see how this recreation of an ancient Roman community functions and already, I have found slavery is very much a part of this society. Of course, my reason for visiting the island isn't only academic and there's also a prurient element to it. Especially when it comes to slavery and the role that slaves play in this society. Does slavery, as it is practiced at Nova Baiae, differ markedly from the slavery of ancient Rome?
Somehow, I suspect not and I am anxious to find out more.
Outside, in the narrow street, night is falling and I feel the hunger pangs gnawing at my belly. I recall it is many hours since I'd eaten a sandwich on the trip over from the mainland. It is time I prepared for my evening meal and I have Aeolus wash and dress me before I dismiss him and order him to return to his master for his evening duties.
Once more, with doglike devotion, he crouches at my feet and kisses them as a mark of his gratitude.
"Thank you Master for showing your interest in me. You are the first to ask where I am from and how I became a slave. Thank you Master for your kindness and I will serve you faithfully while you are a guest in my master's tavern."
I am touched by his words. Obviously, my questions had struck a chord with him. I suppose slaves aren't used to such displays of kindness or of interest in their backgrounds. Masters never look back any further into a slave's life than the slave-market. What went before a slave stands on the auction-block is of no consequence to a slave-owner. All he can see is the slave's future potential to enrich him and satisfy his creature needs.
But I remind myself that is the true nature of slavery. It has always been that way and as long as slavery is practiced it will remain so. And who am I to disapprove of it! After all, I have just been the willing recipient of Soterus' generosity in allowing me the use of his slaves and I'd done so without any second thoughts or regrets.
But now I'm ready to move downstairs into the tavern and I dismiss Aeolus.
"Be off with you slave!" I tell him gruffly. "Your Master will be looking for you."
I watch as the young slave turns and leaves the room. Once more, I notice the angry red stripes that crisscross his pert ass. I wonder what he'd done to warrant his beating. Once more I feel a pang of sympathy for the slave's unhappy lot.
To be continued ....................