All characters, acts, and places in this standalone story have historical basis. Any resemblance to person (s) living or dead is purely coincidental. All language, details and terminology used in this story are meant to give a sense of time and atmosphere in Ancient Rome.
I do not own any rights to Ridley Scott's film "Gladiator" (2000). The screenplay credits go to David Franzoni, John Logan, and William Nicholson. Nor does this story represent the sexualities of actors Joaquin Phoenix (Commodus) and Spencer Treat Clark (Lucius Verus II).
This story takes place in 182 AD before the assassination plot involving Lucilla. It is in part inspired by the real life of the emperor Commodus, who had a harem of young girls and boys named after the private parts of both sexes, according to the historian Herodian. There's no historic evidence he abused his nephew (who died young before Commodus ascension). The scene in the movie where Commodus watches Lucius as he sleeps also gave me inspiration for this.
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While Dear Lucius Sleeps
© James Jenkins 2023
Intently Commodus stared at the fresco-painted ceiling, which he had been doing for the past hour and a half. The emperor of Rome just could not sleep by all the gods. Maybe because his 8-year-old nephew, Lucius Verus II was playing as a gladiator with a wooden sword. Did he even know that it was well late into the night?
The boy was taking advantage of the fact that most of the palace had retired to bed for the night and were not going to be active until the following morning under Caesar's specified schedule.
Commodus pondered if his nephew was entertaining his heroic fantasies with the loud noise of wood striking wood. Since he had spent time outside of Rome due to illness, the 18-year-old noticed that he had grown considerably not only in intellect but in character as well. The blue-eyed child of his siter Lucilla had grown an inch taller, and his ass was plump as a peach.
The beauty-loving Caesar had developed a growing affection for his nephew since he returned from Germania. He was all his late father and elder sister wished he could be, but that mattered little to the leering man. Commodus had numerous dreams of fucking him but had no doubts with treacherous eyes and tongues all around, that would never be. Just thinking about Lucius made his cock hard. Torturously, he slipped his hand into his subligaculum and started pleasuring himself. After ten minutes, he realized that he needed something alluring to lay his eyes upon. He needed to admire erotically stimulating art.
Vexed, Commodus leaped out of his bed and walked over to his private library. He poured through the shelves of scrolls until he found his secret volubilis voluptatis (volume of pleasure) which he had named "Commodus Hoard" so that prying eyes would not find it. Quickly he scrolled down to his erotic art volume and sat on his curule chair as he marveled at a scene of a fine brunette boy being fucked by a Cetea. The tentacle serpent had a large tail coiling round the wincing boy's arms down together and the tail's end holding his legs apart whilst the end which closely resembled a large veiny peach pit was pumping in and out of his swollen dripping ass. Commodus quickly grabbed a glass lachrymatory of olive oil, popped it open and dripped some of the golden liquid into his right hand. He pulled down his subligaculum and started rubbing the oil on his hard throbbing shaft.
At the moment the sea serpent was pumping faster into the beautiful boy's ass, Commodus also feverishly started pumping harder on his cock and just as the aroused boy climaxed coating the peach pit-tipped like tail with his rich blood-mixed anal juices, Caesar's body tensed up and Commodus grunted as ropes of cum shot out of his cock onto his legs. Once he had regained his sensibility and breath, the licentious man rolled out a linen cloth and wiped the porridge-thick seed from his legs. Commodus placed the scrolls back in the chest, pulled up his subligaculum and made haste for to the toilet where he disposed of the cloth. Not that he cared if anyone should find it.
The sound of wooden swords meeting was still thundering from Lucius bedchamber, and it was already well past midnight. The emperor wondered if he was still awake. The boy had to be. How could anyone sleep with all that head-splitting repeated smacking? Or was it in Commodus mind alone?
The last thing that Commodus wanted were nightmares or more torturous thoughts of his one-time brother Maximus hounding him, or worse they could incite his enemies in the senate and the streets to act against him. He had to do something. He had to tell him to retire to bed otherwise he would not be able to attend the afternoon games. Carrying an oil lamp through the darkened halls, Commodus walked over to his nephew's chamber and lightly knocked a couple of times although he was sure the boy would not hear him over the wooden blades sparring off. Commodus pushed the fores in and was relieved when they offered no resistance, Lucius really seemed to enjoy his privacy and usually locked out herself in her room most of the time, so it was a relief to find the doors unlocked.
The moment the emperor set foot in the chamber, he was greeted by the smell of Falernum wine. Lucius was sleeping and there was an empty jar of wine on the mosaic-inlaid floor. No wonder he was undisturbed by the clashing swords. Commodus blew out the oil lamp and was about to leave when he noticed something intriguing. Lucius was sleeping with one hand under his cloth-of-gold Vestimentum whilst the other hand was on his small spiked up cock. It was not long before Commodus came to realize that Lucius had fallen asleep while pleasuring himself in a drunken state. Jaw clenched as he felt his cock getting hard, pressing on the linen of his subligaculum as he stared at his nephew's small body and exposed legs. He was his nephew. Commodus was not supposed to harbor such yearnings, he had been taught as a youth himself, but it was a lesson he gave no shit towards. All the blood in his body was already gathered at the center between his legs.
Commodus had admired and loved the human form since boyhood, the only time he could entertain his desires was in playing with whores was when he was reading Egyptian pornography. Since his nephew was in a wine induced sleep, he was probably not going feel anything if Commodus gently lifted his Vestimentum a bit to see the not yet matured penis. Commodus silently walked over to him and carefully lifted the tunic up to the boy's waist revealing his untouched, virgin ass. The emperor's cock was so hard that it was threatening to tear through his subligaculum, he released it fervently. Slightly afraid, Commodus wondered what his nephew was going to do if he woke up to find his only uncle standing beside his bed with his cock out while gazing at his ass. Like a Homeric hero following a day's battle, Commodus was amorously a blaze, and his warring mind told him that this was a chance given to him by the gods to seize his nephew's virginity.
First Commodus had to make sure the golden-haired youth was deeply asleep, so he slapped him gingerly on the left side of the face, but he didn't stir or mutter. Commodus hit him harder and still, he remained still. Pleased, Commodus smiled deviously as he stared at the boy's ass. Swift as a tiger, Commodus patiently climbed on top of Lucius and his long hard cock slid effortlessly between the slick walls of the pristine cave. His warm, young, taut ass encircled Caesar's cock like a fist round a sword hilt. Holding in a groan, the emperor was now inside him, his desires would be satisfied.
Commodus pumped his cock inside the boy's ass with the speed of a thundering chariot horse. Lucius moaned in strained bliss as his insides stretched around his uncle's blade. Mirthfully, the emperor believed Lucius was dreaming that he was having his first time with a woman-if not emulating the arena's champion Maximus. Before he turned 15, Commodus had been unaware sex was this divine, and the more he struck Lucius ass, the closer he came to filling the pure soul up with his seed. A thought crossed the emperor's mind that if he let his dam burst inside the boy's ass, he would be as a catamite but Commodus disdainfully cast it aside, even if he remembered this, he would know it was his uncle, he would probably think it was one of his or his mother's slaves-if not a hired male prostitute.
Commodus continued thrusting in and out of the boy's soft warm sloshy hole and Lucius kept his eyes clenched but Commodus could tell by the way he was wincing that he was starting to enjoy the cock in his ass. The debauched sexual wave fell over him, and Commodus lost himself in the savage pleasure. Every thrust brought him closer to the heights worthy of Hercules and he did not even hesitate to hold back. Since he had a particular taste in delicious young virgins, he did not last long. Four more powerful strokes later Commodus exploded in the boy's ss, filling him like an amphorae with warm seed. The handsome lecher's cock pulsed several more times into his sleeping nephew's ass as he silently cried out in Bacchanalia-euphoric pleasure.
Commodus pulled out his cock and semen flowed from the plucked youth's ass. The emperor was mildly surprised that he had remained asleep through the duration of the experience. The wine must have utterly exhausted him. Half dazed, Commodus took a linen cloth and wiped the semen from Lucius ass. He gazed at him sleeping peacefully as if nothing had transpired before the emperor exited the chamber silently closing the doors behind him. Commodus felt triumphant as he retired back to his own chambers. He had just stolen the virginity of his drunk sleeping nephew, and it had been the most blessed experience he ever shared with a boy. He drifted into sleep with a grin on his face and dreamt of fucking Lucius in the afternoon in his private baths.
The tousled-haired emperor woke up late the next morning and found Lucius in the library drinking a cup of wine while reading of all texts, the meditations of his grandfather Marcus Aurelius. Commodus frowned as he felt a familiar chilling fear overcome him.
What if the boy knew that it was I who had fucked him in his sleep? Was Lucius going to speak of it to his mother when there were imperial duties to attend to? She smiled when she saw me. "Good morning uncle," Lucius shyly said this as he stared at the sensibly lost man.
"Good morning, dear nephew, I trust you had a pleasant night's sleep?" Commodus asked hoping that he would have no memory of their unclean encounter.
"I had the most wonderful night's rest ever. Slept like Romulus and Remus on a wolf's side." Lucius said this as he smiled to himself as if remembering a divine-given dream he had experienced.
Commodus smirked as he walked to the baths to cleanse himself and have a meal when Lucius stopped him, face somewhat reluctant.
"Uncle, mother said once that the gods can come to us in or dreams. Is it true?"
"Indeed it is," Commodus replied with a grin on his oval face hoping that his nephew was going to get drunk again so he could have another chance of feasting on the youth.
Only this time he was not merely intent on fucking the boy's ass only, he was going to conquer Lucius darling mouth as well.