Roman Slave-Boy - Part 3 by Bill
It was time for Yosef to leave. The 13-year-old was feeling a twinge of conscience... his sense of duty as a loyal slave, calling him to return to work for his master. The tavern-keeper would need him to help serve the beer and wine as business picked up in the late afternoon and early evening. And Yosef also needed to return to his work as the tavern's resident prostitute, pimped out by his master for brief sexual encounters with customers in the back room.
He bade farewell to each of the naked slave-boys who had been his co-workers at the orgy. For 3 hours that afternoon they had fulfilled the erotic desires of seven aristocratic boy-lovers, gathered at the country villa of an immensely wealthy Roman businessman. After the orgy was finished, the guests had departed... some taking a boy of their own, whom they'd brought to show off and share. The remaining boys, most of them concubines of the villa's owner, relaxed and joked among themselves about the afternoon's sexual exploits, as they ate the left-overs of exotic food and drank watered-down wine.
An impatient voice called from outside the slave quarters. "Hey, kid! So are you gonna keep me waiting all day?" It was the red-headed slave named Britannicus, who had brought Yosef earlier that day from the nearby city of Tusculum. Though only 15, Britannicus was well into adolescent maturity. He was too sexually developed to participate in his master's orgies... having been a favorite at such events in his younger years.
As Yosef slipped a rough woolen tunic over his naked body, the villa's butler, Darius, came over to him. "You served quite well, lad. I have already paid your master for your service, but here is bonus for him, and a note praising your talents." He handed Yosef a small cloth pouch that jingled with coins. The boy slipped its drawstring around his neck and tucked the pouch inside his tunic. He smiled brightly, flattered by the praise and happy for his master's financial gain.
Yosef waved good-bye to the slave-boys and climbed up beside Britannicus on the donkey-cart. "Hi, Britto!" he said the older boy.
"Hi, Yosef! So was the orgy everything I said it would be?"
"Gods! It was that and much more," said the youngster, bubbling with excitement. "I had my cock sucked by almost every one of those men, and by many of the boys too. Before today, I'd never gotten sucked by anyone... ever! And I fucked two of the men in the ass! Can you believe it? A slave fucking a Roman aristocrat! Naturally, I sucked a bunch of men and boys myself, and got my ass well-fucked. It was so nice getting a fuck from a boy my own age!"
Yosef proceeded to give a full account of the orgy. He told how the 10 resident concubines - well-trained slave boys aged 8 to 14 – began the orgy by servicing each man individually and in turn, utilizing an amazing variety of sexual techniques. As one guest was being elaborately pleasured, the other men watched... lounging on couches and being themselves served by one or two of the other boys. The ever-changing sexual combinations of multiple boys (as many as six at once!) serving one man were remarkably inventive, the product of thoughtful choreography by Darius and extensive rehearsal by the boys.
Yosef had only participated in the first of the set-pieces that began the orgy, spending most of his time circulating among the aristocrats, serving wine as the men became increasingly intoxicated, being fondled and kissed, sucking and being sucked.
The formality of the choreographed sexual combinations eventually devolved into random debauchery by the drunken men as the orgy progressed, and the host and guests seemed to be making an effort to violate nearly every possible taboo. (The only taboo they respected, it seemed, was that free adult men not have sex with other free adult men.)
Yosef recounted being given a blow-job by a kneeling middle-aged man, while two other boys stood on either side of him getting hand-jobs, and another youngster spanked the man's butt before fucking the aristocrat's asshole with a smooth ivory dildo.
Finally, he told how the host of the party - Lucius Flavius Lurco – knelt in a shallow pool as all 10 of his young concubines stood on the pool's edge, holding their penises and directing their pee all over the man's corpulent nude body and into his mouth.
"Yeah; that sounds like the typical orgy for my master and his friends," said Britannicus with a chuckle.
"And here's the most amazing part. The most handsome of the aristocrats told he that he wants to buy me from my master! His name is Silus, and he's so kind and gentle. He even said he loves me! Of course he was really drunk when he said these things, so he might have forgotten all about it by now. But he promised that I would become his special companion and go with him everywhere! Can you imagine, Britto?"
"That would be something, alright," said the older lad, with a slight smirk in his tone. A promise made by a rich man to a slave was worthless. "But even if he buys you and makes you his favorite, there's something you need to understand about boy-lovers like my master and his friends. They're hot for us when we're young, but once your cock gets bigger, and you've got dark hairs growing on your upper lip and above your cock...." The teenager lifted his tunic to display his bush of dark-red public hair and his prodigiously-large penis and balls. "... they won't be so interested anymore. I still get called to my master's chambers sometimes, when he desires my particular talents, but he usually prefers his young pretty-boys."
"Yes; I know all about that. In fact, my own master has been talking about buying a younger boy for the tavern. That's why I'm so excited about being bought by Silus. When Master bought me to be his tavern-boy, I replaced a boy who was getting into maturity. Master sold him to a blacksmith, and he has to work so hard and in terrible heat during the summertime."
"Such is the life of slaves, pal," said Britannicus. "I've been pretty lucky so far, but you never know what fate the gods will bring. But hey; there's that grove of olive trees up ahead, where we had some fun on the way over this morning. Want to stop off again and fool around? I'd love to give you a fuck. How about it?"
"Gosh Britto," said the boy; "my asshole got a workout already today, and I still have to take care of customers when I get back to the tavern."
"Come on. I got so horny thinking about you and the other kids working in the orgy while I had to do boring chores. I'll be quick about it... and I'll rim you good with my tongue first. Besides; you're nice and stretched out from getting fucked at the orgy, so you'll be able to take my cock with no problem." Britannicus was slowly masturbating his penis to its full 10-inch [25cm] erection.
"No, Britto. I really don't want to...."
"Shut up, kid," said Britannicus, as an angry growl replaced his friendly cajoling. "I'm gonna fuck you, and that's final. Unless you want me to do it rough, and ram my cock into you dry, you'll do like I say." His fingers clamped the back of Yosef's neck and pinched painfully.
"Ouch! OK! I'll do it!" yelped the boy.
Although Yosef had been getting fucked by men since he was a young boy, it was always painful to take a pounding from a cock as long a Britto's. Given that fact, it irked him to submit to a painful fucking by a mere slave. But submissive servility had become ingrained into Yosef's nature, and he had learned from an early age never to show displeasure. He manufactured a sultry expression as his hand began massaging the older boy's massive boner, and said in a convincingly seductive voice "Mmmm... your cock is going to feel so nice in my tight ass!"
"That's better," said Britannicus as he steered the donkey cart off the main road. "How about you start by getting my cock slippery?" He pushed Yosef's head down to the long stiff rod sticking up from his crotch.
Yosef pulled the foreskin down to fully expose the horny teenager's shiny purple cock-head, already leaking pre-cum. Licking his lips and opening his mouth in a wide "O" shape, Yosef dove onto the erection, taking several inches on the first plunge. His head began to bob up and down, taking more of the long phallus with each down-stroke, letting it slide deeply into his throat.
In a minute they were inside the grove, hidden from the road by the olive trees. Britannicus pulled Yosef's mouth off his cock and hopped down from the cart. "Your choice, boy; on your back or doggie-style."
"On my back is good," said Yosef. He pulled off his tunic and folded it into a pillow beneath his head as he lay on the soft springtime grass. He drew back his legs, flexing his anus open with well-practiced muscle control.
Britannicus knelt down and pushed Yosef's legs back even farther. As promised, he dipped his face down to the boy's asshole and began to lick, vigorously and deeply, making the boy gasp from the surge of pleasure. Then he sat back on his haunches, positioned his cock-head glistening with pre-cum and Yosef's saliva, and pushed it into the hole.
The first thrust drove the cock-head past the circle of muscle. Then his hips pushed forward again. Pulling back slightly, the next penetrated deeper, and each succeeding one drove a bit deeper yet, but for a time advanced no farther than about three-quarters of his cock's length. Yosef accepted these thrusts with ease, enjoying the warm glow he usually felt when a man fucked him.
"Oh, yeah!" moaned Britto as his hips moved in an easy rhythm. "I knew you'd be a good fuck – taking my cock without a whimper, but nice and snug... just the way a man likes it when he takes a slave-boy."
The older youth's arrogance... likening himself to the free men that Yosef serviced... annoyed the boy. But his expression and demeanor kept up the façade, acting as if there was nothing he would rather be doing than providing sexual service.
Then, suddenly, the horny teenager's lust surged, and he impulsively thrust deeply, slamming his cock to the hilt. A lightning-bolt of pain flashed inside the younger boy's guts, and it recurred each time Britto's cock bottomed out. Yosef knew enough not to cry out or complain. Instead he sought to encourage the older boy to go faster and cum quickly. His anal muscles squeezed tightly around the thrusting cock, and his fingers dug into Britto's butt cheeks.
"Oh, gods; you're so hot! Such a tight ass!" moaned the teenager as his hips began churning in piston-strokes, urgently driving him toward orgasm. "This is so fuckin' good!"
Yosef closed his eyes and directed his thoughts away from his pain. He concentrated on how it would be if the aristocrat Silus bought him... of living in a fine villa, no longer servicing multiple tavern customers every night, sleeping with the handsome young man in a soft bed, eating rich foods, wearing expensive clothing, and...
"Oh, shit! Oh, yeah! Here it cums!!" A gusher of hot semen spurted deep into Yosef's insides, and the boy's anus continued squeezing tightly as Britto's obscenely long cock made one last hard thrust.
"Damn! That was a good one!" said the youth as he stood up and stretched his muscles, thoroughly satiated by a fuck that lasted only a few minutes. He reached his hand down for Yosef to clasp and lifted the boy to his feet. Britannicus had no interest in snuggling with Yosef or giving the boy an orgasm. But he was cheerful and friendly the rest of the way into town, and for that Yosef was grateful.
After a slow bumpy ride through the countryside, and then through the outskirts of the town, the donkey cart came to a stop in front of the tavern.
"I hope you get hired for another orgy at my master's place, kid. You're pretty damned hot! See ya."
"Goodbye, Britto," said Yosef as he climbed down from the cart.
As he entered his master's tavern, Yosef could see that the usual late-afternoon flurry of business was well under way. There were fourteen men seated among the five tables, most of them regulars but a few strangers, as was usually the case. The owner and his wife were both doing serving duty, bringing goblets of wine and beer to the tables, and pouring refills from large pitchers.
"Ah; there you are, Boy!" said the tavern-keeper. "Thanks be to the gods that you're finally back!"
"Yes, Master," said Yosef. "I feel bad about being gone for so long." As he spoke, he was already pulling off his tunic. Since long before he's bought Yosef, it was the man's practice to have his tavern-boy work naked, providing a visual pleasure to the customers and advertising the boy's availability for sexual service.
"This is for you, Master," he said, pulling the small pouch from around his neck and handing it over.
The man emptied the contents onto his palm and raised his eyebrows in delighted surprise. There were ten sestertius coins, matching what the tavern-keeper had been paid in advance for the slave-boy's service... an amount equivalent to several days' pay for a soldier in the Roman legions. He pocketed the money and read the note that had been in the pouch, then looked up and smiled.
"It appears you pleased the aristocrats. I knew you'd do well! I shall definitely try to rent you out again. You brought me far more money than you would have working around here during the time you were gone. And after my expensive purchase today, I'll need the extra income."
"Your purchase, Master?"
Just then, the door to the back room opened. A regular customer – the neighborhood baker – emerged from the room, his face flushed and a grin on his lips. Beside him was a naked young boy, wiping splotches of semen from his face and chest, looking slightly queasy as he sniffed the sticky substance on his hand and touched his tongue to it.
Yosef was dumfounded for a moment. The 9-year-old boy had dark wavy hair and a tan complexion, much like Yosef's. And he would definitely be appealing to the eye of a man who admired boy-beauty. Yosef's eyes scanned down the lad's slender body, noting immediately that the little-boy penis above his small rounded scrotum was devoid of foreskin... blatantly displaying the cute glans. The boy is a Judean, like me!' he thought. And then is sank in: My replacement probably looks just like I did, years ago when Master bought me!'
"So how did the new boy do?" asked the tavern-keeper solicitously of the customer. Getting sexual relief from a slave-boy was perfectly common for Romans, and there was no hesitancy in talking about it openly.
"He did a serviceable job; good enough for the discounted price," said the baker as he sat back down at a table with his three companions, taking a swig from the ceramic goblet he'd left behind. "I had to finish off with my hand as he knelt in front of me, but he seems eager to learn. Not nearly as skilled as your expert cocksucker, of course." He winked at Yosef, who smiled back, proud of the compliment.
"Boy," said the tavern-keeper to Yosef; "this is my new boy." The man never used Yosef's real name, and almost invariably just called him `Boy'.
Yosef nodded at the younger lad, who smiled back timidly.
"As I told you earlier," continued the tavern-keeper; "I'll need to replace you eventually, and I wanted to have plenty of time for you to break in the new boy. But, gods! I had no idea how green he would be! He doesn't know the first thing about sexual service. The first customer to take him to the back room tried to fuck him, but the kid raised such a squawk that I had to give the man his money back. And he's such a poor cocksucker that I'm only charging half- rate. And then there's his clumsiness at waiting tables!" He crooked his thumb over toward his plump wife across the room. "Your mistress had to whack his butt three different times for spilling wine. And then he broke a goblet! He'll get the strap for that after we close up tonight."
The little boy looked like he was about to cry. Yosef had an odd mixture of feelings toward this newcomer who'd been bought to replace him -- both contempt for the incompetent know-nothing... and heart-rending pity for a scared and helpless lad.
"Come on, then. Let's all get back to work. Old-Boy," he said to Yosef; "you'll service any customer who wants a blow-job or a fuck. New-Boy... you'll only do hand-jobs until you're better trained."
In the remaining hours that the tavern was open, a total of eight men paid for sex with the two boys... more than average for the establishment, where the main business was in satisfying thirst. But several of the other customers pulled the new boy onto their laps to briefly fondle his naked body as he served their tables.
For a short time during the evening, both boys were entertaining customers at once in the back room... Yosef on his knees giving an expert suck to a man, and the new boy on his knees jacking another man's cock with both of his small hands. Yosef made a game of trying to guess when both men would cum, so that he could synchronize their orgasms. As he listened to the grunts and verbalizations of the new boy's man, he increased the oral stimulation on his own customer, holding the cock-head inside his throat and stimulating it with short twists and bobs of his head, as well as vibrations from his larynx.
"Open your mouth boy," said the younger lad's customer; "and drink my load when I cum." That wasn't supposed to be included in the price of a hand-job, but the boy was anxious to please. As his jerking hands drew forth the first spurt of semen, he wrapped his lips around the swollen purple cock-head and took it all. He gagged audibly, but didn't lose a drop. At nearly the same moment, Yosef was easily taking the other man's load of cum directly into his gullet.
At closing time the last customers were shooed out, and the owner, his wife, and his two slave-boys were cleaning up.
"Old-Boy," said the man, still not thinking to use Yosef's name. "I promised you money if you did well at the aristocrats' orgy." (Yosef had certainly not forgotten the promise, but he knew better than to demand his reward.) "So here you are; and you can keep the pouch too, in case you earn more." He handed the boy the same pouch that Yosef had brought from the villa, and inside was a tiny coin... a quadrans... the smallest denomination of Roman coinage (16 quadrans equaling one sestertius) and only a tiny fraction of the amount that Yosef's work at the villa had brought in. But it was the first money that Yosef had ever actually owned in his life, and he thanked his master humbly, kneeling down to kiss his hand.
"I have an errand for you to run, Old-Boy. Do you know the boy-brothel on the other side of the city, outside the wall near the army barracks?"
"I think so, Master," replied Yosef. He knew the area, and he would find the business when he got there.
"The brothel-keeper is a Syrian named Antiochus. Give him this note, and if I've judged correctly he will give you a package to bring back here. The tavern will be locked by the time you return, so take this key to let yourself in. Be quick about getting back."
Yosef pulled on the woolen tunic (his only garment) and the pair of ill-fitting old sandals that he rarely wore, and set out walking toward the opposite side of the small city of 10,000 residents. He kept to the main streets, which were sometimes lit by torches and were patrolled by home- guard soldiers. When he exited the gate at the east end of the walled city, he asked a patrolling soldier to direct him to the brothel of Antiochus the Syrian. The man eyed the boy with a wry smile and pointed him toward the entrance of an alley.
"You can't miss it," said the soldier. "Half-way down on the right, with a red-painted arch at its entrance, and a sign picturing a boy offering up his ass to be fucked."
Entering the doorway, Yosef found himself in a lamp-lit anteroom, its plaster walls painted with pornographic scenes of naked boys and men. Two dimly lit hallways branched off from the anteroom. Yosef thought at first to call out for the brothel-keeper, but decided just to look for him. He entered a hallway onto which opened seven private rooms that were not much larger than the bed that each contained, with thick curtains serving as doors. A hand-lettered sign hung on a nail outside the entrance of each room, stating a name, age, and price on one side, and the word "occupied" on the other. The signs meant nothing Yosef, who was illiterate.
Behind the closed curtains of three rooms, their signs turned to read "occupied", Yosef could hear the slurping sounds of oral sex, the subtle slapping sound and squeaking bed-frames of fucking, as well as the grunts and sighs and murmured flatteries of boy-whores serving horny men.
As Yosef walked along the stone floor, his footsteps announced his presence to the occupants of rooms with open curtains. Before he arrived at their doors, they had assumed seductive poses as he looked inside. In the first room, a 13-year-old was kneeling upright on his bed, licking his lips, as he stroked his erect cock... then a pretty 11-year-old on his hands and knees, looking back over his shoulder toward the doorway, wiggling his upraised ass... and a 15-year-old hermaphrodite (whose posted price was the most expensive in the house) sitting on the bed, leaning back against the wall with legs spread wide, toying with the pert nipples of budding feminine breasts with one hand while the fingers of the other stroked along a handsome adolescent erection and dipped into a girl-slit where a normal boy's balls would have been.
The instant they saw Yosef, rather than a prospective customer, the boy-whores stopped their posing and shooed him away with a dismissive hand gesture. All except one boy whose sign read: "Marcus; 14 years; 1 sestertius". He had the look of a hard-life street kid, with beady eyes and a weak chin on a face that was made even less attractive by a nose that had been broken at some point in the past. Instead of posing for the presumed customer, he had looked bored, picking a morsel of food from his teeth with his fingernail. But when he saw Yosef, he smiled slyly and motioned for the other boy to come into his room.
"Turn the sign around and close the curtain behind you. We can fool around some," he said softly in a voice that wavered on the cusp of its adolescent change. His fingers slid his foreskin up and down, quickly stiffening his dick to an erection that was larger than Yosef's, with a smattering of dark hairs sprouting at its base.
After staring silently for a few moments, Yosef shook his head `no' and kept walking.
"Hey! You!" The shout came from a man walking quickly toward him from the direction Yosef had come. He was dressed in a long robe, had a beard that had been curled in the eastern style, and had gaudy rings on all his fingers. "If you're a thief, I'll bust your head," he said in a thick accent. From a pocket hidden in a fold of his robe he pulled out a short hardwood truncheon.
"No, sir! Honest!" said the boy, quickly raising his hands up.
The man came closer and quickly patted the front of Yosef's tunic to make sure he wasn't hiding anything underneath. He put the truncheon away and lifted the hem of the tunic, brazenly examining Yosef's genitals, pleasantly surprised to note his circumcised penis. "You want work, then? I can use a boy with your looks. You get a place to sleep and free food, and the chance to earn some money if you're a good worker. Are you free or slave?"
"I'm a slave, sir; owned by Bassus, the tavern-keeper, over by the West Gate. He sent me to find Antiochus the Syrian."
"Yeah; that's me. I know of your master. So what does he want of me?"
Yosef handed him the note. The man read it by the light of the oil lamp on a nearby shelf. "Hmmm. Yeah; I can spare it. I used them for breaking in a beginner a couple weeks ago, but I'm not using them right now. Your master offers a fair price for a week's rental, and he has a good reputation in the city. Did you bring the money with you?"
"No, sir." Yosef still didn't even know what he was picking up.
"Then I'll send one of my boys back with you to get payment up front. I'm a trusting man, but I'm not a fool."
"Of course, sir."
"Mouse! Get dressed and come out here. I have an errand for you."
The homely 14-year-old came out of his room, pulling a patched and ill-fitting tunic down over his head.
Yosef suppressed a grin. The boy's nickname was amusingly accurate.
"Sure, Boss," said the boy, affecting a casual swagger in his voice and gait. "Whatta ya need?"
"Do you know where I keep the box of stretching plugs?" The youth nodded. "Put it in a sack and follow this boy to his master's tavern. Exchange it for 3 denarii and return here without dawdling."
"OK, Boss," he said, and turned to Yosef. "This way, kid."
From a storage cabinet at the back of the building, the boy retrieved a well-crafted wooden box. As he opened it, Yosef was looking over his shoulder. Fitted perfectly into a cleverly designed rack were four butt plugs and four penis-shaped dildos, all finely-crafted of ivory, and arranged in ascending order of size. The smallest was barely larger than a finger (though considerably thicker), while the largest was the length of an average man's cock. The boy then lifted the rack out to reveal three more pairs of butt plugs and dildos, continuing the size progression. The largest dildo was as thick as any cock Yosef had ever serviced, and its corresponding plug was a good bit thicker at its widest point.
"I had to wear these bastards last year when the boss gave me the job," said Mouse. "Having those big ones up my ass sure was so uncomfortable and weird; but hey, they really worked. It actually felt good to be fucked by a man with a fat cock after keeping that whopper inside me for a whole day. How about you? Did you ever have to wear stretchers?"
"Yeah; but it was so long ago that I barely remember," said Yosef. He preferred not to think about his life before he was bought by the tavern-keeper, at the age of 8.
"Well; let's go then. Lead the way. I'm Mouse, by the way... or at least that's what I've always been called. Who are you?"
"Yosef, slave of Bassus." They clasped each other's forearm. "So you're free?"
"Yeah; not that it makes much difference. I ran away from home... well, they kinda kicked me out too... and I eventually ended up working here for the Syrian. I don't get all that many customers, so I hardly ever make money. The Syrian's deal with us is that he keeps all of the take from the first three customers of the day, and then we start getting a one-fifth share for each customer we service after that. I've only had one customer so far tonight, so there was no way I was going to get any pay. Might as well have a stroll through my old stomping grounds in the city."
They re-entered the city gate and followed the way Yosef had come. "I'd still like to fool around with you," Mouse said. "Want to find a place to suck each other's cock?"
What an amazing day this was turning out to be, Yosef thought to himself. Before today, he had rarely left his master's tavern in 5 long years of working there. But the last 12 hours had taken him on an incredible journey of sexual adventure, and it wasn't over yet. "Sure," said Yosef with a grin, thinking how different and yet so similar he was to this self-assured free-boy who chose to work in a brothel. "But we need to be quick. Master wants me back as soon as possible."
"No problem. Follow me." Mouse led him a little farther down the main street, then into a dim alley lined with closed-up shops, and then a short way into an even darker passageway, too narrow for a cart. Mouse stopped and put down the sack containing the box.
"This is a good place," he said, as grabbed hold of Yosef's arm and pulled him close. Mouse reached down under Yosef's short tunic, moving his hand up the boy's thigh and then to his soft penis.
"I've never played with a cock like yours before," he murmured, as his fingers toyed with the circumcised dick, feeling it stiffen to a slender 4.5-inch [11cm] erection. "Feel me up too," he told the slave, and lifted up the front of his own tunic.
Yosef's hand went right to the other boy's crotch, wrapping around a dick that was already stiff and throbbing with energy. The slave-boy's hand stroked the pubescent boner, 5.5 inches [14cm] long and a shapely girth, moving the foreskin back and forth over the prominent cock-head.
With their breaths and heartbeats quickening, each boy jacked the other's cock, their arousal feeding off the other's pleasure and excitement.
"Mmmm... so nice," whispered the free-boy, his lips right next to Yosef's ear. "Let's rub `em together now." He released Yosef's cock, and his hands went around to grasp the boy's butt, pulling their crotches together. As the two boy-boners slid against each other, Mouse's lips brushed against Yosef's. "Give me some tongue," said the older boy in a low voice that was playful yet demanding. In an instant, they were aggressively tongue-kissing, and their bodies were grinding together in a dance of lust.
"Get down and suck me," said Mouse at last. "Let's see how fast you can make me shoot. And when it's my turn, I'll give you the best blow-job you ever had."
Yosef sank to his knees. As Mouse held up the front of his tunic with one hand, his other hand caressed Yosef's hair. Yosef took the young-adolescent boner in his hand and lowered his mouth onto the cock-head. He licked and sucked at the glans, pushing the foreskin up and teasing it with his lips and tongue. Then his fingers let go of the stiff dick, and his lips slid all the way down the shaft until they pressed against the sparse hairs at its base.
"Ahhh... yeah!" groaned the brothel-boy. "Suck my cock! Suck it good!" His hips nudged forward, and his hand pulled Yosef's head closer.
Meanwhile... back at the tavern...
"New-Boy! Follow me up to my room."
"Yes, Master," said the still-naked boy in a high pitched innocent sounding voice.
They entered the man's upstairs room, a combination office and bedroom. His wife was already asleep in her bedroom down the hall.
"Help me off with my tunic, Boy." The lad assisted the man with pulling the linen garment off. The tavern-keeper was naked underneath. "Stand up on the bed, Boy, and clasp your hands behind your head."
The boy did as he was instructed, and the man began running both hands over the 9-year-old's small slender body. The master's desire grew as he caressed the slave-boy's shoulders and arms, his soft legs and tight buttocks... and then fondled the pre-pubescent dick and the tiny balls in their soft rounded scrotum. He coaxed the little penis to stiffness, admiring the beauty of the sexy 3-inch [7.5 cm] boy-cock. The man's fingertips brushed gently up and down along the stiff shaft and shapely little glans of the circumcised penis, drawing barely-audible sighs of pleasure from the boy. Then his hands circled the boy's waist and cupped the smooth little butt. He drew the boy closer, so that the immature boner was pressing against the man's belly.
"Put your arms around my neck, Boy."
"Yes, Master."
Their mouths were at exactly the same level, and close enough to feel each other's hot breath.
"Do you know how to kiss, Boy?"
The young slave-boy smiled brightly -- his first authentic show of happiness in the long anxiety-filled day. "Oh yes, Master!" He hugged the man's neck as he brought his lips to the man's mouth. The first soft gentle kisses gradually grew in intensity until their tongues were wrestling together hungrily.
"Ah, very nice!" sighed the man as he broke the kiss. "Now kneel down and suck me. Make my cock hard!"
The boy sank to his hands and knees on the bed, dipping his head down to the man's flaccid cock. He had only a vague idea of how to pleasure a stiff penis, never having tried to perform the act until that day. But he knew even less about how to service one that was soft. He took it in his hand and brought it between his lips, licking softly.
"Suck harder!" said the man. "And use your hand!"
The boy tried, clumsily, not having much of a clue of what to do.
The man closed his eyes. Maybe if he could imagine that it was Yosef's mouth doing the sucking... but he knew it was no use. Looking down, he saw the boy anxiously trying to rouse the persistently limp penis. He clenched his teeth in frustration. How could his mind feel lust and desire, while his stupid dick remained soft? He had the excuse, of course, of being an old man. At 54 years he had outlived most of his contemporaries. But he was in no mood for making excuses to himself. Feeling exasperated his own body's failure and angry at the boy's incompetence, he pushed the lad away.
"The other boy can make me hard every time," he grumbled. (It was almost true.) "You'd better learn well from him, and quickly. But now it's time for your punishment for breaking that goblet today. Turn yourself so your butt is facing me, and raise it up; chest down."
The boy hastened to obey. But as he got into position, his body was starting to tremble with apprehension.
The tavern-keeper walked over to get the punishment strap that hung from a nail on the wall. He held its wooden handle in his right hand and slapped the short, thick length of belt-leather against his left palm... just hard enough to make the desired sound.
"You'll learn to be more careful, won't you boy?" he said, as the first stroke came down. SMACK!
The boy gasped, with a sharp intake of breath from behind clenched teeth, followed quickly by "Yes, Master!"
"No more broken goblets or spilled wine." SMACK!
"OUCH! I mean YES, MASTER!"
SMACK!
"Don't cry out..." SMACK! "... or I'll keep on whipping you..." SMACK! "...until you learn..." SMACK! "... how to take it..." SMACK! "... like a proper slave." SMACK!
The boy's body was shaking with each blow of the strap, and tears streamed from his eyes. He bit down on the blanket into which his face was buried, trying his best not make a sound, other than to repeat "Yes, Master!" in a trembling voice. But he couldn't completely muffle the yelps and cries escaping his throat as the leather strap came down on his upraised buttocks.
The tavern-keeper wasn't whipping at full-strength. He had no intention of bruising the boy. Moreover, he was distracted... his left hand occupied at stroking his penis, feeling it rise up in erection. He had always felt a slight twinge of guilt that his cock was aroused by the stimulus of whipping a boy, but he easily rationalized it. The pleasure of a master counted for infinitely more than the pain of a slave. And in any case, he had made it his practice, for as long as he had owned slave-boys, to only whip them when they deserved it.
After about 20 medium-intensity spanks across the boy's now-reddened butt, the man put down the strap and dipped his fingers into the bowl of olive oil on the table next to the bed. He smoothed it onto his erection, with several firm hand-strokes to keep it stiff, then wiped his fingers at the entrance of the boy's asshole.
With his lust enflamed and his phallus stiff, he intended to get his pleasure with a fuck. He had cum inside Yosef's ass early that morning, and two fucks in a single day would be an accomplishment that his feeble penis hadn't achieved in quite a while. Holding his cock in his hand, the man hurriedly jammed it against the lad's tight virgin anus, feeling triumph as the cock-head penetrated.
"OUCH! Master! OUCH! Please stop! PLEASE!" yelped the boy with loud pathetic wailing.
"Shit!" grumbled the man, as his cock rapidly deflated and popped out of the boy's ass, and his lust evaporated in an instant. The tavern-keeper slapped boy's butt a single time, hard, with his open palm. "Get up, you sorry excuse for a slave. And get out of my sight."
The man acknowledged to himself that this fiasco was largely his own doing. But he wouldn't let his slave-boy know that. Better to keep him on his toes and anxious to do better next time.
Later that night....
As the two boys entered the tavern, Yosef led them directly to his master's room.
"I've returned, Master," Yosef called softly from outside the closed door. There was no reply, so he knocked gently. "Master? The brothel-keeper sent his boy to collect the money for the tools."
The man had fallen asleep, and grumbled as he got up from his bed, dressed in a nightshirt. "Wait there," he called out, as he took the cash box from its hiding place and removed three denarius coins, then hid the box away again. "Enter."
"Here are the tools, Master," said Yosef, taking the box from Mouse and opening it to display the contents.
"Yes... very nice," said the man, picking up a dildo that was the approximate length of his own erect cock, and running his hand along its length. "Very nice indeed!" He offered the coins to Mouse. "Tell your master I give him my thanks, and that the stretchers will be returned in their present condition and on time."
"He ain't my master, sir," said Mouse. "I'm free, and he's my boss." He took the three silver coins in his hand, jiggled them, and then lifted up the front of his tunic to put the money in a hidden pocket sewn on the inside of his tunic, at waist-level. For a brief time, his genitals were on full display.
The tavern-keeper wasn't shy about ogling the boy's cock, which was as attractive as the lad's face was plain.
"You like it, sir?" he said, raising the hem back up and fingering his penis, pulling back his foreskin to show the shapely glans. "I'll stay a while and give you good service if you like. Only one sestertius, and you can do whatever you fancy with my mouth and ass and cock. Or maybe me and your slave-boy could put on a sex-show for you, while you relax and wank yourself off. Whatta ya say?"
The man raised up his eyebrows at the boy's presumptuous bravado. But that last suggestion... the two boys putting on an erotic display for him while he masturbated... did indeed sound enjoyable. The thought of watching his boy suck the young teenager's cock and then take it up his ass... that would get the old juices flowing! But he was tired, and it made no sense to spend his good money watching a homely street-kid having sex when he now owned two beautiful slave-boys who would do his bidding for free.
"Bah! Get out of my tavern you impertinent little scamp," said the man in a voice that betrayed his amusement.
Mouse shrugged, lowered the hem of his tunic, and scooted out the door.
"Follow him to make sure he doesn't take anything, and lock the door behind him. Then come back here."
"Yes, Master."
Yosef did as instructed. But before returning to his master's room, he removed his tunic and was stroking his penis to stiffness as he climbed the stairs. When he presented himself to his master, he was just the way the man liked – his body nude and his cock erect.
"Not tonight, Boy," said the man, smiling warmly to acknowledge the boy's readiness to please. "I want you to go to the new boy. You need to train him well in how to serve, starting tonight. Do you know how the stretchers work?"
"I think so, Master. I was trained with them before I came to be your slave."
"I remember... you hardly needed any training at all in the duties of a tavern-boy... unlike this new boy! We need to start from the beginning with him. Use the smallest plug in him tonight, lubricated with olive oil before you slide it in. In the morning, after you remove it, use the smallest dildo to fuck him well, and then put in the next larger plug for him to wear during the day. Use any spare time, tonight and in the morning, to train him in the use of his mouth. If he needs motivation, you have my permission to spank his butt... bare hand only."
The man held out his arms, and Yosef hugged him, kissing his master's lips.
"Goodnight, Boy."
"Goodnight, Master." He turned to leave.
"One more thing," said the tavern-keeper. "When you come up to my room at the usual time tomorrow morning, bring him along. He should observe how you serve me... and maybe I'll have the two of you put on a show for me, as that brothel-boy described.
"Yes, Master."
End of Part 3 Like it? Write to me at bil47_new@yahoo.com